#fuck whats the one about leaf i forgot the name

[justafrosmoth]

in trying to find something to post ive been dragged back to pokepasta hell and theres apparently a tiny little army of you guys here too and i love that

(guys come back what should i draw)

[2knightt]

HII!! could you write the gang with a reader that has an rbf and seems really intimidating/unapproachable but is a sweetheart? they arent very talkative and seem very cold but their love language is acts of service/gift giving & sorta quality time?? <33

୧ ׅ𖥔 ۫ pretty as a vine, sweet as a grape. ⋄ 𓍯

…REQUESTED: you never judge a book by it’s cover. especially when it comes to y/n!

tags/warnings: people being judgy asf/spreading rumours, gang defending reader with their soul, reader is a softie i fear, reader is kinda shy, probably stupid:3c, steve threatening a manLMFAO

ೃauthor notes⁀➷ READER IS SO ME CODED HELLO also if two-bits part sounds stupid it ‘s because i’m high rn and even if can admit it’s a little iffy

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dallas winston

thought of you as someone to be threatened by at first ngl

he heard of this scary, mean mugged, tuff looking girl and went ‘mh. an enemy🐺😒’

he went up to you one day, acting all tuff and shit just for you to look him up and down and nervously wave

look, he may not be the smartest cookie but he can see someone shy a mile away. and when he seen you wave, he felt like such an ass LMFAO

did he show it? no. obviously.

this is dallas. he’s an asshole.

“little miss tough girl, huh?”

“…pardon?”

that teasing from him DID continue until you walked away because dallas is the type to never back down, even when he’s wrong

expect for the next time you met him!!!!

he was actually asking you your name, where you’re from, etc, etc!!!

turning a new leaf dare i say…

and everything after that was history! cutest scary looking couple ever!

HE THINKS IT’S SOOO FUNNY THAT PEOPLE ARE SCARED OF YOU LMFAOOO

he plays into it sm if someone brings it up bro

“y/n? like..scary y/n?”

“yeah, like scary y/n. and i’ll get ‘er on ya if you keep talkin’ ‘bout her.”

“oh!😰”

he thinks it’s so silly to see you look really pissed off when he isn’t around just to greet you and see your whole demeanour change!!

dallas thinks it’s so cute😭 it’s like one of his favourite things about you!

“😠😒”

“hey, baby.”

“oh! hi, dal!<3”

LMFAO IMAGINE SOMEONE SEEING YOU, A MEAN LOOKING GIRL, SHOPPING FOR MENS LEATHER JACKETS

yuppp spoil that dickhead!😫 he lovelovelovesss getting gifts, ESPECIALLY from u!!!

if you’re clingy, i feel like he wouldn’t mind it. he teases THE FUCK out of u tho!😊

“big tough girl wants to hold hands, eh?”

“…yea😞.”

“awh, look at ya. come ‘ere.”

johnny cade

you might think he’d be scared and intimidated, right? but NO! he’s literally bff’s with ponyboy, he knows damn well what rbf is!

you two are sooo cute together

little kicked, scared puppy with his feral doberman!!!

tells people to stfu whenever they try and spread rumours that you’re scary, mean, and rude.

“you’re dating y/n? don’t you know she-“

“i don’t care, shut up. ‘s not like you know her😒.”

sometimes refuses your gifts.

johnny’s not used to them :( but all u gotta do is say please and flutter your lashes and u got em!!!!

“i can’t take it.”

“please?😞”

“…okay��.”

and he DOES NOT regret it! he might fight you at first, but he cherishes those gifts with his life<3!

loveloveloveLOVESSS having u around constantly!! since your love language is quality time, you two are always hanging out together.

and, with your scary looks, you often keep the socs away from him!

hip-hip, hooray‼️‼️

the gang was like…worried for johnny at first.

THEY DIDN’T KNOW U WERE COOL THO😭😭💔💔💔

they were all like, “??seriously, johnny?? you pick the meanest girl?? ever???” and johnny was QUICK to defend. “y’all ain’t even meet her, and you’re already sayin’ she’s bad for me?”

when they did though, they were like ‘ohhhh….she really isn’t rude…..oh….’

HE’S SO PROUD TO DATE U THO LMFAOOO

and to know the real you?? treats it like an HONOUR

ponyboy curtis

was intimidated by you.

forgot he was also like you and accidentally glares at people who walk past him LMFAOOOO

You two are like two peas in a pod istg!!

“you look mean from far away,”

“???so do you, pony??”

“…no??”

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN, ‘NO’?”

mean looking couple who are truly just a bunch of nerds deep down to their soul<3

the gang was a little protective of ponyboy until they realized ur just like him LMFAO

They get having an rbf<3

pony loves spending time with you!

gift him a book and he’ll love you forever!!! (maybe even read it to you when you two are finally alone to help you fall asleep🤍)

he’s such a cutie…..

stays close to you in public because he thinks you’re scarier looking than anyone he’s ever met😊😊.

“cm’ere,”

“why?🤨”

“BECAUSE🙄!”

SCARY DOG Y/N IS REAL.

glares at anyone who goes around telling people that you’re mean and rude.

if looks could kill, they’d be dead already!!!

ponyboy does not fuck around with u i fear.

Sodapop Curtis

LMFAOOO GREEK GOD OF A MAN WITH HIS PISSED OFF GF WHO IS NERVOUSLY HOLDING HIS HAND !!!

he was NOT afraid of you!! in fact, he thought the rumours of you being an asshole were all fake

“you talkin’ about y/n?”

“yes, bro! they’re so rude-“

“how do you know?”

“well, i don’t-“

“so, shut up?😒”

cuz like??? did they not bother to understand you???

soda literally made it his mission to prove that you weren’t a dick!!😭😭

and GODDAMN HE WAS SO RIGHT

you’re such a sweetheart to soda! he lovesss telling people about how cute you are around him since it’s his own way to squash the rumours.

“my y/n is so sweet, you wouldn’t get it.”

“isn’t she the same girl who beat the soc to a pulp?”

“she can barely kill a fly.”

you don’t need to do much to scare off the girls that flirt with him at the DX, just a nice little glare every now and then and they’re already gone!

(soda doesn’t have to know that you play into the rumours sometimes. it’s our little secret.)

steve randle

HATES EVERYONE WHO TALKS ABOUT YOU

he’s petty AS FUCK LMFAOOO

they can’t handle the randle😜💯

“ew, y/n-“

“MAN, GET THE FUCK OUTTA MY FACE WITH THAT WHAT DO YOUUU KNOW ABOUT Y/N🗣️‼️”

that was an over exaggeration but you get the point.

gets very defensive when people try and ‘warn’ him about you lmfao

gift him a tool box and he’ll use it until it’s literally falling apart at the bolts<3

no seriously. it could be holding on by one screw and he’ll still use it. he doesn’t gaf. steve will use anything u give him.

he accepts ur rbf cause he thinks it’s SO FUNNY?? like he’ll see you far away with your friends looking all angry before one of them says a really funny joke and just watches your expression change so quickly

one of his fav things ever<3!

two-bit mathews

he makes so much jokes about it LMFAOOO

“jesus, y/n! you sure yer glare ain’t the thing that killed the dinosaurs?”

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“swear i see the devil in yours eyes sometimes. it looks soooo good on you, though🤭🤭”

HE THINKS ITS SO ATTRACTIVE

and he lovesss your sweetheart side sm it’s like he gets best of both worlds

RAHH GIFT TWO-BIT MICKEY PLUSHIE OR ELSE

He’d totally have it on his bed 24/7. his sister has tried to steal it before to scare him btw.

skmetimes just to spend time together with him—you just go walking around town with him while he has an arm around your shoulder the whole time<3

[planete777]

BAD INFLUENCE・⁠｡♪ LN4 [+ OP81]

( lando norris x fem!reader ft. oscar piastri)

READ PART 2!

IN WHICH. getting high was never on oscar's roster. getting high and enjoying it with y/n and lando wasn't either, but that just makes it much more... exciting. (based on this ask)

WARNINGS. 16+, suggestive content, drug use (as per), high hotness pt 875443, oscar cameo (woop woop 🥳), make outs, first time getting high, oscar being whipped for lando and y/n? wbk, a bit of mxm content between drivers, shotgunning coz it's my most favourite thing ever

NOTE. LANDOSCAR!! this may probably be my favourite fic and is my longest so im looking forward to you guys reading it!!! well overdue in my humblest opinion, but i delivered hehe. enjoy my luvs and a very happy new year in advance mwah mwah mwah 😚😚 i appreciate all of you readers, thank you for all your support 💓💓💓

SIDENOTE. my askbox is now closed for requests 🤍

‧₊˚✩彡 taglist @laciijane @ferrarrigirl @norrizzandpia @mimi-luvzyu (use askbox above if you'd like to be added!)

frankly speaking, a 'you up?' text from oscar piastri, whose entire persona was an antithesis of what that type of message usually pertained to, isn't something lando was expecting at 1am after a tedious race weekend. knows oscar to be one who sleeps in too early, as if his circadian rhythm was built upon the foundation of a restrictive curfew, and even fathoming the fact that he is awake past 12 is rather peculiar.

yet, with the mutually pre-established sense that lando would be awake (he's probably an insomniac, but it's not too concerning for him to actually check), and that oscar was asking if he was just for the sake of, most likely because he's, unusually, unable to sleep, lando replies with much sluggish vim.

fingers moving as if they played in a dream, he's able to reply with 'yh, why????' and sends it off before throwing his phone on the bed. he thinks, if he's sober, he would care more that this is oscar!!!! who is normally adamant about getting sleep!!! and not looking more sleep deprived than his naturally downturned eyes already make he seem to be!!!! but his mind feels like gooey viscous, and he counts about 3,000 peaks and troughs of the popcorn ceiling above before losing count and seeking solace in the spliff that burns his throat like a madman. he ponders if he's going crazy.

it's not long after that the undulating, monotonous buzz from his phone tickles his skin and with a sigh he goes to reply. and as he does so, his girlfriend, curiosity piqued, perks up from the foot of the bed.

"who's texting you this late?"

she looks ridiculously amusing: head hanging off the edge, loose and completely yielding like a dead body, and the only thing that reassures lando of her consciousness is the occasion movement of her arm to take another drag.

he wedges the joint between his reddened lips, lips curling awkwardly to speak, "piastri. dunno what he wants th- oh shit."

he's never felt such a sinking, crippling feeling of his high escaping him like a broken dam before. it's weirdly chilling, and for a good second, he feels brightly and vividly sober again. the texts just... stare at him and he almost wants to hurl his phone at the wall and watch it rain a litany of debris.

osc: just... forgot to give you back your stuff that i borrowed

osc: found some green leaf stuff in it lol im a bit concerned

lando's read it so many times, he's more than certain he knows just how many letters it consists of. fingers hover above the keyboard but it looks like they're weirdly swimming in air as he debates just what to write, and y/n is suddenly hissing his name, having sat up.

"— lan'! fucking hell, what happened?"

he moves on autpilot, back resting up the headboard, "he's found my weed."

y/n— y/n snorts. she sighs, moves back to her original pose, and lando's brain feels like static.

"love, i thought it would be worse."

lando splutters, "worse? babe, this is already bad! he could tell management for all i know." the mere thought of that makes lando's mind congeal. nevertheless, high out of his wits, he thinks he would somehow find a way to continue even if he was implored to stop.

she's disagreeing and laughing, and lando doesn't know what to make of it.

"nah, you're good. oscar wouldn't tell a soul," it's silent as he sees a burst of smoke ascend from the edge of the mattress, "tell him to bring it over."

lando fights with himself in his head. it's hilarious, really, watching his face morph from one emotion to another, and after 5 minutes with no whooshing affirmative of a message being sent, y/n exhales.

the bed curves in as she crawls up towards lando, before plucking the phone from his grip.

"it's really not that deep, lan'," her voice feels like cotton in his ears, "oscar isn't like that."

her fingers fly across the keyboard, how she does so in her inebriated state, lando has no clue, and just as quickly as she snatched the phone, she's sliding it back between his fingers.

"how— how do you know that?"

all presumptions, really, lando thinks. they may be good friends, him and oscar, but they've still got many, many steps to go before he's reassured that the other wouldn't go running his mouth to management because he found *fucking weed* in his bag.

the little voice at the back of his mind seeths, 'you shouldn't be smoking anyway', but he ignores it. what the hell does it know?

y/n goes to straddle him, crotch digging into his. its a soft wave of pleasure that oozes from the pressure, and lando lets a small moan mix with the puff of smoke he blows out. they would've fucked if only his limbs didn't feel like they've been detached and re-stitched; maybe they'd end the night with a lazy ride.

his girlfriend smirks, all cunning and undeniably hot, sucking in as much smoke as she can before blowing it all on his face. if anybody else had done this, he'd turn feral, but there's something alluring when y/n's exhale tickles his skin like feathers.

"how do i know? well, oscar, he kinda reminds me of you—" lando interrupts with a raised brow and a questioning stare, but y/n proceeds, "both of you are- you were- itching for a release. him not as much as you, but i still see it."

and lando can't really deny that, because he sees it too. in the way oscar's eyes seem to dart with dreaded uncertainty, and the way his shoulders are always up and tense, as if he has been tied like a puppet.

"that's what i call 'destined to get high'," y/n banters. it makes lando snort and roll his eyes (ultimately omitting to dwell on the sliver of seriousness that leaks through).

"dunno why you're rolling your eyes, you were basically begging me to give you a spliff," y/n taunts, and even though he groans at the reminiscence, he doesn't deny it. doing so would be like calling himself michael schumacher.

"yeah, whatever," he takes a lazy drag, a hand sliding up and down y/n's thigh, "at least i'm sexy when getting stoned."

y/n cackles, dissolving into a small giggle as she twirls her fingers through lando's curls; she never wants to let him go.

"damn right, baby."

another ping sounds from lando's phone, and subconsciously, his hands snakes to get it.

when he turns it on, he doesn't think he can be gobsmacked with such intensity twice in a day.

landooo: yh just bring it over

landooo: you can join us if you'd like

landooo: 😉

osc: uhm sure..

"y/n."

-.-.-.-.-

weed.

he'll be fucking damned.

the laugh that is punched out of him is one of disbelief, and, quite frankly, sheer horror.

he'd only wanted to borrow some shaving cream, after all, he's not one to favour the prickly itch of stubble. and in perfect, restless lando fashion, he was given the whole essentials bag and tasked with finding it himself.

which then leads him to now, palm burning with the weight of three spliffs that had somehow tumbled out of a flat metal tin.

he stares at them for so long that he might as well have burned holes into them (ironic), and in a flurry of movement, he's stuffing everything back into the bag, zipping it closed. if he doesn't see it, then he doesn't know it's there. cool.

but he's just standing, in the middle of his hotel room, completely clueless and delirious. he doesn't know how many times he wipes perspiration off his palms and onto his shorts, neither does he know how he's able to text lando about his findings.

originally, he thought that sending the infamous, suggestively connotated 'you up?' would've trimmed a bit of the tension away, yet it seems like lando, without fail, waters the situation with a fuck-ton more.

"'join us'? fucking hell."

oscar feels absolutely scorched from the wisps of his hair to the tips of his toes, and a spark of something curls in his gut.

no, absolutely not.

it's- he flips his watch to check the time- one am for fuck's sake, and lando's— getting high. smoking weed. [most likely] with his girlfriend.

whatever it is that makes his gut its abode curls even more as he shoves his feet into the nearest shoes he can find, and tames his hair in the mirror by the doorway. finding the night already too hard to bare, he doesn't dwell on what he'd done, and heads off to lando's room with sickening anticipation swirling within the grooves of his skin.

the walk is only a few seconds long, and oscar curses the fact that they weren't roomed further apart (impractical in usual circumstances, but the current predicament is anything but usual). he guesses he stands there, navy blue wash bag clutched in a vice grip, for many minutes (his concept of time tonight is royally fucked— how has he stayed up this late?) before he musters up some courage to knock on the door. in the quietude of the night, the sound is magnified to the point where he winces and hopes that no one else on their floor wakes up.

he hears a quiet rustle from behind the door, sighs for the umpteenth time that day (honestly, he could have a smoke for himself to- no.) before it's swiftly open.

y/n stands there, no sign of a spliff in sight, but her heavy lidded red eyes (that must hurt, right?) and the pungent smell of weed is enough to tell.

"ah, golden boy is here," y/n's grinning, as much as she can do without it looking robotic, and oscar blushes.

"g-golden boy?"

"i said what i said," she opens the door wider, and oscar's vision catches a limp leg hanging off the side of the bed, "you coming in or what?"

he's never been in such a mind-tearing crossroad before. wants to be reasonable and say no, afterall his job is on the line here (just because lando hasn't been caught, doesn't mean he won't, too). but then he's thinking that he's played angel's advocate for too long, and, as if the universe wants to commit a double homicide, lando is walking over, countenance lackadaisical and bends down as he wraps his arms around her waist.

he asks for forgiveness, because such a temptation before him is completely unforgiving , and oscar finds his vascillations come to an end the second he makes eye contact with his teammate.

it's then he realises that the something that had been driving his intestines mad was sheer want, and, having a mind of their own, his feet shuffle into the room, decision finalised by the click of the door shutting behind him.

he just hopes he doesn't regret this is in the morning.

the couple, with eased familiarity, move back to the bed, leaving oscar standing there, lost and expecting. lando regains possession of the spliff, back flat against the bed and arm bent behind his head.

he's turning to oscar, several beats later, with a heated look that just pulls the australian right in.

"put the bag down, osc," he's demanding— oh fuck, "and come over here."

oscar feels rather mortified at the effect lando's assertiveness has on him. his heart curdles, drips away like goo, and he can't think straight.

toes off his shoes, sliding them out of the way with his foot, before dumping the bag on lando's luggage and tentatively making his way to the bed.

it's excruciatingly daunting, must he say, and he's sure it's blatant because y/n is grinning softly and beckoning him closer with the wave of a hand.

"you're good, oscar."

then he's fully on the bed, a thin sheen of gray blurring his vision and the stench of smoke so thick, he could get high off it alone.

lando's splayed in front of him, watching intensely as his fingers accomodate a joint between them, and y/n's at his side, right at the foot of the bed, fiddling with a metal tin of her own.

he wonders just how long they've been doing this for.

"for me, since i was 18/19 maybe. lando started about a year ago."

oscar's brain fucking spasms.

his head whips to y/n, then back to lando, who just smiles and takes another drag, "a year?!"

the girl beside him giggles, turning back to him with a freshly rolled spliff of his own, "yeah. practically drooling to take a hit."

his teammate groans, dragging a hand down his face before sitting up, they seem to go through this ordeal once or twice before.

before he can question any more, y/n points the joint at him, "you sure you want to do this?"

funny, he's asking himself this. has been ever since he read the proposition that lando (y/n) had sent, and he had replied with a seemingly confused 'sure'. heat feels like a thousands ants crawling up his body, and the silence is even worse because he's certain his ears are filled with cement.

"am i— am i gonna get addicted to... this?"

lando shakes his head just as y/n shrugs, "depends, love. if you've got good enough self control and don't rely on it too much, you'll be fine."

oscar gives a sigh of relief, but turns tense again as he looks at lando. almost telepathically, he knows what oscar is thinking.

"no osc, i'm not hooked on this. i only do it every couple of weeks or so."

his hands raise up in defense, "just asking, mate."

"and you have every right to, baby," y/n says, then scoops his hand into her grip and puts the spliff in his hand, "now take this and let lando teach you."

oscar doesn't know what to do with it. he just stares at the green stick in his hand and wills up some courage to look back up at lando. for the first time in 22 years, he's going to experience what it's like to get high, and the excitement that crawls up his spine is chilling.

"take this," lando pushes a bottle of water into his hands, and oscar looks at it in confusion.

"it's your first time, so it'll probably make you cough a ton. drinking water helps."

oscar nods, gently taking and unscrewing it open. he gulps it down like a starved animal, and almost chokes when he notices his teammates girlfriend staring bullets into his face. his heart jumps and he stops drinking.

"now put the spliff in your mouth and let me light it for you."

oscar does so, feeling the weight of the rolled joint between his lips is completely maddening.

his teammate fishes a black lighter from the bedside table, then scooches closer to oscar's crossed legs. lando's body is like a furnace of drunken heat, and it only gets worse when his hand lands right on oscar's bare thigh.

it feels perfect and oscar thinks he's surfing on the waves of euphoria already.

"this good?" lando questions his touch, and oscar doesn't waste time to nod, "alright— when i light it, you're gonna try and inhale as much as you can. don't let it stay in your throat or you're gonna cough."

oscar bobs his head affirmatively.

"if you can't, just take it in small amounts, not too much that it hits your throat."

then lando's leaning in, flame swaying from the lighter, and oscar's eyebrows scrunch as he follows it closer and closer to the spliff.

it's instaneous, the heat that fills his mouth, and in a hurried succession, oscar is inhaling and spluttering like a madman. his eyes are burning, they may already be red at this point, and his nose feels ripped off.

"take it easy, love," a hand- y/n's- rests upon his back and he finds himself needing composure, and not only from his failed attempt to smoke.

"wow uh that was— uhm..."

lando rubs his thigh, with the intention to comfort, but oscar finds himself more pent up than before. the weed is already kicking in and his mind feels chopped into pieces and mixed with cake batter, and every touch feels like a punch.

"you good to go again?" lando queries. oscar nods, his throat feeling too rough to speak up, "okay then, take your time and calm yourself down. small intakes, yeah?"

the spliff goes back between his lips, and with lando watching him like he's the best movie he's ever seen, he's sucking in the smoke cautiously and— fuck, it feels so so good. he's unravelled everywhere, not a kink left in his joint nor a knot remaining in his muscles, and when he breathes the smoke out, he lets his head fall back with a smile on his face.

"there you go," lando's voice sounds loose and airy in his mind, and oscar finds himself loving it.

"look at him, babe," y/n chimes from beside him, and his head rolls to give her an inebriated grin, "told you he was meant for it."

lando hums, agreeing, from in front of him, "gonna shotgun with him."

whatever that is, y/n is eager to see it happen, and oscar gives lando a confused look. it only evokes a cute grin from the other, who plucks the spliff from oscar's fingers.

"i'll take a hit and blow it in your mouth, if that's cool with you."

and— oscar moans involuntarily. he doesn't know where it comes from but it's practically punched out of him with how loud it is, and lando smirks widely. all oscar can do is watch as he fills his mouth with smoke and shuffles closer to him. his heart palpitates, beating like a drum piece, and his skin is damp and flushed from the intensity of it all.

lando assesses oscar's decision, confirming his consent as he nods, and slowly, lando snakes an arm around his neck, pulling him closer. oscar is compliant, body wanting and downright desperate, mouth opening on autopilot.

the second lando's lips attach to his and the smoke is pushed into his mouth, oscar fucking loses it. his eyes roll to the back of his head, and he's grabbing lando's hair and pushing his mouth deeper.

he's kissing his teammate with all he has to give, and lando— he's reciprocating it, lips hungry on oscar's, biting and licking everywhere. for a second, oscar can't think about anything, mind filled with just lando, as his tongue slips in and turns the kiss filthy.

oscar hasn't made out with anyone with such ferocity. he's encompassed in scorching heat, and the euphoria just gets better as lando trails his lips down his neck. the bites and licks are inclement, and oscar's sure there'd be marks tomorrow, angry and purple, but right now, he doesn't care. not when lando's hands creep up his shirt, and run up his torso, resting upon his nipples and twirling them around his fingers.

"oh fuck, lando," his moan is so high pitched it sounds foreign and it's almost hard for him to believe that it comes from him. but he's sure it does, because another is forced out as soft hand turns his head to the side and there's another set of lips on his in an instant.

he thinks he could hooked on y/n's kisses, warm, wet and so fucking sensual, he feels worshipped. not an inch of skin is missed by her tongue, and with every drag of her lips against his, he's concluding that this would be the perfect way to die.

oscar's so hard in his jeans from lando's stimulation, y/n's kisses, and the heightened sensation of everything from the weed, that he almost cums in his shorts. he can only imagine how plump it could be, and how a mouth on it would have him sobbing for days.

but he doesn't have to, because lando creeps a hand to his crotch and squeezes. the whine that leaves oscars mouth and into his teammate's girlfriend's is criminal.

"gonna suck you off so good, osc," lando moans in his ear, breath warm and words dirty, "you like that?"

and as oscar begs him to, he thinks that maybe getting high with lando and y/n isn't so bad afterall.

[beenbaanbuun]

worship w/ mingi

words - …

genre - smut

warnings - body worship (m! receiving), mingi’s tummy, alcohol (no one is drunk), mingi’s thighs, foot job (f! receiving), marking, biting, hair pulling, praise, pet names

NOT PROOF READ!!! i forgot to tag this so i woke up and was upset people were ignoring it then i realised it’s bc i’m just a little bit dumb :D

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sitting between mingi’s thighs with your hands massaging the thick muscles, your lips pressed just under his naval as you worship his tummy. he’s petting your hair with one of his big hands, a tumbler glass of whisky in the other. every so often he takes a sip, smacking his lips as the warm liquid flows down his neck, pooling in his stomach, just beneath where you’re lazily running your lips back and forth.

he’s not too sure what brought this on, and he’s not sure where it’ll go. what he does know, however is that he likes it. he likes having you between his legs worshipping the parts of his body that he himself doesn’t love. he likes hearing your little whimpers, feeling your warm lips against his bare skin. the bite of your fingers digging into his thighs and the softness of your hair beneath his palm. it’s intoxicating, the feeling of that alone doing more to addle his mind than the alcohol. you’re intoxicating…

“you’re so hot,” you whine as you lightly rub your nose against the smooth flesh. you love the way his skin smells, like honey and milk, soft and soothing and warm. it’s everything that he is as a person. you plant another kiss along the waistband of his pants. “love your body, mingi… so soft and pretty…”

he gives you a questioning hum, to which you respond by licking a fat stripe up to his naval. his skin is salty with residual sweat from the day, but you don’t care. in fact, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t rather enjoy it. having the taste of him on your tongue sends your brain spinning. you want more of it because it’s mingi.

your mingi.

teeth scrape against the soft skin of his tummy and you can’t help but bite down. there’s a deep grunt from somewhere above you, fingers lacing into your hair to give it a sharp tug. it’s hard, but not enough so to hurt. really, it’s just a little warning for you to behave, as if mingi is expecting you to get carried away with yourself. so even though you hardly want to, you let go with your teeth, instead soothing the little indents with your tongue. fuck he tastes so good, you think to yourself. a guttural moan slips out of your throat as you languidly mouth at his stomach.

“fucking hell, princess,” he slurs as he watches you closely. with your eyes clamped shut and your lips moving so desperately, it’s not hard for him to see just how much pleasure you’re getting from this. he wouldn’t be surprised if you’re already dripping down there, panties sticking to your slick folds as your cunt goes ignored. you don’t seem bothered if that is the case, too desperate to worship mingi to even think about yourself. god, you’re adorable. “you treat me so well, don’t you? my pretty one making me feel so loved… do you like this? making your baby boy feel good? fuck, i bet you’re so wet!”

not wanting to pull away just yet, you just nod against him. your nose runs against the sensitive skin, tickling him just a little. he squirms ever so slightly, but your grip on his thighs does a pretty good job of keeping him in place on the couch. it seems you’ve taken a leaf out of his book; he who loves nothing more than to pin you down when he’s eating you out, pleasuring you until you literally can’t take any more. he chuckles at how cute you are, using his own tricks against him.

god, he’s so in love with you.

“you’re so sweet, princess,” he coos as you take his skin between your lips, suckling on it, intent on making your mark on him. he’s fine with that; it makes him happy to know you want to mark him up. to make him yours physically, just as he already is yours mentally. it’s precious; you’re precious. he wants to give you more. “do you want to cum, princess?”

the question is so nonchalant that it almost doesn’t twig in your brain. he says it as casually as he would if asking you anything else. do you want a glass of water? do you want to eat dinner? do you want to cum? it almost slips in one ear and straight out the other… almost.

but the ache between your thighs is only growing, and your hands are too busy to deal with it yourself. you find yourself nodding again, humming gently against his skin. he smiles again, the overwhelming love he feels for you expressing itself in a face-splitting, cheek-aching grin. “you want to ride my foot?” you give him another nod.

he wastes no time in moving the appendage, lacking any sort of grace as he stuffs it between your thighs and presses it tightly against your clit. you keen against his stomach and it’s music to his ears. the amount of pride he feels when pleasing you is incomparable to anything else. he can play you like a guitar, knowing exactly where to touch to pull all those cute little sounds from you. the way you whimper as he begins to rub it back and forth against you only goes to prove his point.

“good girl,” he hums before tipping the last of the whisky down his throat. it burns, but he can’t focus on that when you’re being so good for him. his perfect little princess.

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Clanblr dashboard simulator is back babye (part 1)

#yes i just finished part 1 #yes im already doing another one #this is really fun to me #hey btw when the follow button is "missing" it isnt missing. #that's your mutuals

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I miss leaf-bareeeeee... my long-haired ass CANNOT with this weather

#shorthairs please dont reblog with "actually i think the warm weather is nice" #then this post isn't for you #robbbinposts

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I'm trnasgender

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Happy 6 moon anniversary to the time I butchered what was supposed to be my cool, unexpected coming-out with a spelling error

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At least the typo wasnt in your url dude

Also. The coming out wasnt unexpected. At all. We all knew.

#fuck you blaze #"we all knew" yeah maybe because i posted about how i wished i was a tom 10 times a day #whacking uou on the head with my manly paws

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Happy bday to @lionsight-x3, my beloved mutual! Cant imagine life without you

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AGHJHHHH THANK YOUUU ILY SO MUCH LILY <3

#Was honestly having a TERRIBLE birthday until I saw this. #Love you so much Lilystem.

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Am I the only one who didnt know that @ex-thunderclan-kipper is a kittypet??

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His whole blog, including his url, is based around the fact that he's ex-clan... how are you just now finding this out...

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I just followed for the wood-scratching art..

#didnt realize he was a kittypet #:/

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Kits are having their apprentice ceremony tomorrow... can't believe they're all grown up. At least my next litter is due in a moon!!

#momlife #queen #leaving the nursery #mom life #nursery queen #perm queen #perm queen life #permanent queen #permanent queen life

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Im actually gonna die

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Sorry guys forgot to specify. My assessment is tomorrow. So like. My mentor is gonna decide if I get to become a warrior or not. Im freaking out

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Wait. Youre an apprentice still??

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Ya? My bio says 11 moons- how old did you think I was?

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WHAT????

I thought you were 21 moons old! Last time I read your bio was 2 days ago and I swear I thought it said 21!??

#moose ive been thinking you were 21 this whole time #cant believe youre only a moon older than me #this is surreal #robbblogs

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Im on transblr and I keep mixing @l1llyst3m up with @carnation-stem-02... they look nothing alike and post about completely different things I think it's just the (flower)stem names

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This is extra funny to me considering Lily and I actually became mutuals due to a similar mix-up (someone tagged her where they meant to tag me) but I for the life of me cannot understand how nobody takes one look at our blogs and never makes that mistake again.

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To the cats in the notes saying "but you're both trans, it's confusing" guys. We arent even the same flavor of gender...

#shes transfemme #im agender #why is this even a source of confusion #we dont even go by the same pronouns..

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Uh... hello?? I think Im on the wrong site... what in the name of StarClan is... Tumblr...

[bloopitynoot]

Reading SVSSS: Chapter 20

For those who don't know, I am reading SVSSS for the first time and sharing my thoughts!

If you have not read it, there will be spoilers! Consider this a warning.

Also- if you want to follow along, I am aiming to post updates daily. You can find all the posts in the tag bloopitynoot reads SVSSS. You can also check out the intro post for context on my read.

hello hello! As promised the tattoo reveal.

I survived getting half my sleeve lined but boy am I sore. Tattoos on your hand are the absolute pits. Like no joke, hand tattoos are rough my guys. 10/10 do not recommend, but I'm doing it because it looks cute LOL.

This tattoo will be a tea themed sleeve. Featured on this half: hibiscus, chamomile, green tea leaves, raspberries + raspberry leaf, and lemons. I have another appointment in December and January to get the shading done but for now just lines!

I did not have tea with this chapter but that is okay- let's get into the notes!

I was so hung up on Luo Binghe and Shen Qingqiu's relationship that I totally forgot an entire war is brewing. Well. Here we go LOL

unrelated but important question- what is their ship name???

Okay we are starting the chapter strong with SQQ's gay panic LOL Re: SQQ lying to himself, the reader, and the gods about him actually meaning that he missed the light of his life LBH p241

These two!!!!! "Then why didn't you come look for this master inside the dream realm" p242

"Whenever Shizun is at Cang Qiong Mountain" Luo Binghe said quietly, "When Shizun is with other people, he always smiles so happily. So I thought you wouldn't miss me". p243 This guy is the absolute master manipulator or he just requires unlimited amounts of reassurance. Either way My HEART!

The cat and mouse game at this point is wild. Really Shen Qingqiu needs to figure his shit out because the "accidental" flirting is horse shit. p245

💀💀💀💀💀💀💀 "Why does it sound like i've become your father" p246. NO THANKS. But also no wonder it feels weird as fuck- SQQ does not want to be LBH's daddy (in that way).

OOP! FINALLY. Luo Binghe is totally sus about SQQ's knowledge about the future and other things he really shouldn't know. I really hope it's revealed that he is from another world and Luo Binghe is chill with it. p248

Liu Qingge walks into any room in which SQQ was seemingly alone: p250

This is a side note but I really like Qi Qingqi, this woman is fierce as fuck. Like no nonsense I would 100% trust her with my life, death, and rebirth. I do suspect that she doesnt play a large role in the story but I wish she was present more. I do totally want to eventually read some fics with her in them because she is such a badass. p254

Dang! So the realm merging begins! I am sad though that they don't want SQQ to go, but I get it; he keeps running away or getting grievously injured. Also it's so weird that no one is really questioning how he has this much knowledge of future events, they just kind of accept it and run with it LOL (except Luo Binghe who has done the most questioning). pp256-257

Xuan Su is so fucking cool!!!!! p257

Well I am sure that LBH reputation points will increase now that he's saved Zhao Hua Monastery! p260 Thank fuck too, because I really wasn't seeing a positive end game for him and SQQ if he wasn't able to turn his reputation around.

This cheeky guy LOL "Shizun I have missed you, it's been so long" like the fool wasn't sitting in his lap the night before LOL pp261-262

SO AWKWARD LOL. LBH telling everyone who is important that he only cares for SQQ and will only do what SQQ wants him to do and will do absolutely anything for him. Meanwhile SQQ: . I DIED: "Peak Lord Shen has truly raised a good disciple. He's become our cultivation world's tremendous fortune." Though he said "raised a good disciple" the tone was no different from the way he might say "married a good husband." pp262-263

Well. I thought it was embarrassing before, but then we get hit with the "Luo Binghe nodded solemnly. "Yes." His face spread into a smile. "And Shizun is mine.". p265

I really love every conversation between SQH and SQQ. The understanding they have and the banter is so good pp266-267

LOL LBH : I am sooooo tired, let me fly with you? p268

LBH really is shameless! The public hand holding!!! Now it makes me want to read fics from LBH POV- we get SQQ this entire time, but I want to see what LBH has going on in there LOL. p269

He really was yeeted

RIP SQH. May you not die in that hole. pp270-271

[memopmiff]

What are your favorite poison ivy series/movies/comics?

Oh I’ve been waiting for this! Buckle up, this is gonna be a long list!

Comics

Gotham city sirens (classic, bonus because harlivy peaked here)

Batman/Poison ivy: cast shadows

All star batman #7

Batman #41-43 (very cool seeing her control the world, including the justice league!)

Joker’s Asylum- Poison ivy

Detective Comics #823 (ivy’s crimes come back to bite her in the ass, scared of oranges at the end)

Harley & Ivy (the one by Paul Dini, so much cuteness and the dynamics between the two are just perfect)

Secret Origins #36

Poison Ivy: thorns

Injustice (she doesn’t appear much but the few times she does, I love it)

The one where she fights a creepy witch in a cabin to save her plant babies but I forgot the name😭 she has a nice leaf cloak at the beginning, art style is also really good

Poison ivy cycle of life and death (planning to read it to refresh my memory!)

A short story set around the holidays that I also forgot the name of. Ivy tries to be nice by using her powers in a villain’s bar to make them feel good, ends up killing a guy who’s overconfident

Dark knights of steel

Her own ongoing comic series, Poison Ivy, of course!

Bonus: not actual comic but any Ivy content by Stjepan Sejic

Animated

Batman the animated series!!! House and garden episode freaked me out then made me sad

Batman the long halloween part 2 (she’s gorgeous, one of my fav ivy designs)

Gotham girls (if you know this series I love you)

Batman assault on arkham (absolutely devoured her 30 seconds of screen time)

Batman hush

Dc super hero girls (she’s the most adorable thing, look at her!!!)

Live action

Batman and Robin because Uma Thurman will forever be iconic!

Bridget Regan also played Ivy pretty well in Batwoman

Games

Lego batman the video game (2008) MY FAVORITEEEEE — I also just found out Grey DeLisle did her grunts and noises a few months ago. Even better!😭

Batman arkham asylum/city/knight (not counting ssktjl bc even tho kid ivy may be cute it’s just what the fuck)

Injustice 2 (probably obvious at this point but I main Ivy😼)

That’s it! I know there are many more lovable Poison ivy content, though they tend to be strongly focused on Harley Quinn. So in my list, I went for the ones where the center of attention is on Ivy!

If you’re asking for my favorite favorite overall, it’s gotta be Batman the animated series! That Ivy along with Diane Pershing as her voice will always have a special place in my heart.

Thanks for the ask! I tried to include as many of my favorites as I can. How about you guys?? Tell me your favorite Ivy!💚

[unauthorized-author]

i think it'd be really cool if the Erins pulled a bristlefrost on moonpaw HEAR ME OUT okay so this is going to go along with the "ginger tabby is moonpaw's dead sibling" theory even if i don't 100% subscribe to it. BUT stay w/ me here the moonpool is threatened by twolegs, right? so, what if to save the moonpool, Moonpaw throws herself into the pool, which separates her from her sibling. her sibling is able to swim to the surface, but moonpaw drowns, thus taking her to StarClan it's already been shown StarClan can interact w/ the living world, like striking lighting and killing Mudclaw with a fucking tree, so what if Moonpaw goes to residents of StarClan, and convinces them to strike a tree into falling and blocking the twolegs path/crushing their equipment, thus saving the moonpool and her sibling meanwhile, is telling cats about this absurd plan and telling them to get the hell out of the way just in case it works. nobody wants to listen to them at first bc yk this tabby just appeared out of nowhere, but then Bay and Thift (sob) step forward like "Alderheart thought Thrift/I was pregnant with two, but she/I only gave birth to one." "yes mother and father it is i. your now dead daughter ate me in the womb" - something the Erins would do (see DOTC shenanigans) and they believe her because yeah, the Erins would do that. cats move out of the way, and BAM, the tree comes crashing down, saving the moonpool. maybe a leaf floats into the moonpool and the ginger sibling can see Moonpaw in the reflection, along with other ranks of StarClan, looking satisfied or something (this could possibly happen in the last book of changing skies)

since the ginger sibling was never really born, to celebrate, Bay and Thrift give them a warrior name. someone already had a kit named Sun- but we already have three -whisker names in ThunderClan throw a sun in there. "How do you like the name Sun?" "hell yeah" and Squilf gives them a warrior name because they've proven that they have what it takes or something. "From this day forward, you will be known as..." Name ideas: Sunsong - For being happy or something idk Suncloud - For rising through the clouds (coming back from the dead) like the sun Sunsky - Changing Skies? Hello?? The moon has sunk and in her place, the sun rose?? THE SKY LITERALLY CHANGING Sunwish - Tbh we just haven't really used this suffix a lot Sunflight - I just think it sounds neat... And they decide to give Moonpaw her warrior name too bc ofc she's worked hard throughout her apprenticeship and it all climatized in death + Bay and Thrift as loving doting parents get sad that the daughter they raised died Moonpeak - For PEAKING Moonstep - For walking among StarClan ig Moonshine - You're probably as tired as this suffix as I am, but maybe it's to always shine (like the moon) and guide the way Moonpuddle - A smaller version of the Moonpool. Kinda fucked though since she drowned Moonheart - The Erins LOVE the -heart suffix they'll find a way to shove it somewhere and obviously when i say "pull a bristlefrost" i don't mean to erase her as we know it, but yk, kill her. and her sibling comes back to life if we go along w/ this theory? a switcharoo?

OH, and I can't believe I nearly forgot, but the ginger tabby has kits and names the all-black kit after their sister because the Erins love their legacy names lately

[foliosriot]

THE DRAIN ♱ CHAPTER THREE

noah sebastian x ofc (grey)

SUMMARY!!

the concrete jungle is incredibly dangerous and a scary place to live. but grey has made it her mission to provide whatever light and aid she can in such a dark place. even if it means catching the attention of someone at the top of the food chain.

WARNINGS!!

kinda short i’m sorry. brief description of a panic attack. fear.

TAGS!!

@concretenoah @circle-with-me @malice-ov-mercy @somewhere-diamond @iknownothingpeople @cncohshit @lilhobgobbler @bngurngheart

masterlist. the drain masterlist.

“What the fuck were you thinking?”

That was the first thing Noah heard when he returned. As soon as he stepped foot into one of the back hallways of the decrepit building, the few lights in the ceiling dim and flickering, Nick was stepping out of the shadows to block Noah’s path.

Noah sighs heavily. He bites the inside of his cheek as he meets Nick’s eyes. His friend’s pale eyes are dark with something akin to anger, but Noah can’t quite tell if it is or not.

“You could’ve been caught, you know that, right?” Nick goes on with an intensity to his words that has Noah sweating. “And who knows what Poppy would have done if she found out that you even left without her permission in the first place.”

Noah continues to say nothing, his gaze never straying from his best friend. The balaclava over his head feels like it’s suffocating him. The darkness surrounding them is nearly choking the life out of his body.

“Really? Nothing?” Nick scoffs softly. A beat of silence follows. “You should be glad I don’t go to Poppy myself, dick. Now, come on, Spiritbox is already here.”

Fuck. Noah forgot about the meeting with Spiritbox. He wouldn’t have even left at all if he had remembered that Spiritbox was coming tonight.

Tonight of all fucking nights.

Noah follows behind Nick silently, his mood sullen and dim. He reluctantly tugs off his balaclava and his hood as he walks the dark hallways behind his best friend.

As they walk, Noah reflects on his night. He wonders why he went to that girl’s apartment when he had no intention to intervene. His mind races with every possibility as why he blatantly ignored a set of rules he has memorized down to the last dotted “I” and the last crossed “T”. The decision to show up at that poor girl’s apartment was not a good idea.

That girl. He knows her fucking name, doesn’t he? So stop referring to her as that, he reminds himself.

Grey.

Her name is Grey.

—

Grey hasn’t been able to find the strength to leave the bedroom. She was hardly able to close and lock the window after that mysterious man fled her apartment. Her hands continue to shake as she recalls that glint in his midnight eyes whenever he looked her way.

Frankly, she still isn’t quite sure if that glint was pity or something darker. If it were the former, then he can take that feeling and fucking choke on it. She has never needed an ounce of pity from anyone, and never will. But if it were the latter, she would rather not dwell on the implications of said darkness.

Struggling to even exit the bedroom, Grey manages to finally stumble out through the doorway. The click of the door closing reverberates in her skull and makes her head spin. Her hands shake as she shuffles across the hall to her own room.

In her room she collapses onto her bed once she has locked her door. Her heart is racing, nearly beating out of control. Short of breath and trembling like a leaf, Grey stares at the ceiling. The night replays through her mind.

Helping Georgie and that poor kid. Cleaning up her supplies, turning off the string of lights and getting everything back in order before she goes off to bed.

But that man… That man in black with a ski mask obscuring his appearance. His haunting presence had been utterly suffocating within those suddenly simple four walls. He had the demeanor of a phantom already so well acquainted with shadows and disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Pretending like he does not exist.

Despite the frightening speed at which her heart is beating, and the panic festering inside of her, Grey contemplates why the man sought her out in the first place.

“Consider this protection. With me being here like this, it tells others I’m laying claim.”

What the fuck does that even mean? The idea of her needing protection from someone like him to keep her safe against other people like him makes Grey’s blood run cold. Why would this man want to do that for her? For a person he doesn’t know, has no relation to whatsoever. It doesn’t make any sense.

There is a familiar burn in Grey’s throat as she chokes back the fear and terror. Tears sting her eyes and she is breathing too heavily to get them to stop.

They spill down her face. Sobs wrack her entire body. She trembles and shakes until she is crumpled into a tight ball. Her tears stain the blanket beneath her, the puddle under her head expanding as more and more tears escape her eyes.

Grey has never known a fear quite like this. She has never known something that shakes her right to her core such as this.

And she never will again.

thank you for reading! hope you enjoyed! likes and reblogs are very much appreciated <3

♱ foliosriot 2024

[cdyssey]

Agatha All Along (1.02) Reactions:

A couple of sober/somber notes play when Agatha opens the brooch and looks at the hair. I’m thinking it probably came from her kiddo. ;-;

Something that REALLY stuck with me in the first episode was that Agatha’s imprisonment was talked about in terms of lucidity. (She was sick, and the residents of Westview felt for her, CARED for her!!) So, like, seeing her “car,” which, of course, really wasn’t a car but a set up to allow her to safely act out her internal reality spoke to just how locked away Agatha was for three years.

Seeing “evil witch” graffitied on Wanda and Vision’s dilapidated foundation of a house broke something inside of me. SHE JUST WANTED A FAMILY 😭😭

Agatha throwing the teen’s pen out of the window ALSKDNSKSM. Also, loved the casual confirmation of his queerness.

This really is the gayest show ever <333

PATTI LUPONEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!

Agatha LOVES putting on a show, which we knew as early as WandaVision, but she seamlessly slides into the southern widow act.

“You’ve been under the influence of another. Someone you hurt. They took your agency for three years. It’s not the first time your witch-kin have betrayed you. But you survive. In a way few do.” HOT DAMN!!!!!!!!!!

Ooh, the betrayal is probably referring to her mother (and former coven) trying to execute her.

LILIA’S LEGGINGS SKSLDJSN.

HOLY FUCK, the way that Agatha’s eyes are glistening after that absolute read. The microacting choices that Kathryn Hahn is making are DELICIOUS.

Watching Agatha tempt Lilia with the Road is soooooo good. She’s a master manipulator even after all this time. You always have to watch out with her.

SASHEER ZAMATA!!!!!! FUCK YEAH.

The coven so far is just like a roll call of former teenage obsessions. (I was really into Yellow Diamond and SNL fnfnndnd).

“Hey, where do you keep your jade eggs? I’m fresh out of marbles, and my pelvic floor is all over the place.” AKWKDIWIEJKSSK

Teen is right. Jen DOES look amazing. Living for that nose ring and that fucking popped collar

“Historically, we as a group don’t do well in courtrooms.” JQOQJDORWOWD.

Teen’s taking a leaf out of Agatha’s book to get Jen to walk the Road. 👀

“I’m gonna take a jade egg to go. You’ll know where to find it.” JAKWJDKWJSJS.

Obsessed that Agatha can’t go five minutes without making a disturbing innuendo towards another woman. <3

EATING THE PAPER. FERAL

“She’s a tough nut to smash.” CAN’T GO THREE MINUTES WITHOUT MAKING AN INNU—

Ooooh, when the Teen talks about himself, Agatha can’t perceive what he’s saying.

AGATHA’S CUNTY WITCH OUTFIT.

WELCOME COVEN!!!! SKWKDJJD

Ooh, Lilia keeps randomly throwing out tarot card names. So Jen is High Priestess, and I forgot the other one gkdkfjdjf. Oh, well

A BLACK HEART ON THE LIST. ARE YOU KDDING ME. GAY GAY GAY GAY

IT’S BLACK AND IT BEATS FOR YOU.

“That’s because you used a black pen.” Lmfao

“I know you get confused sometimes, but my real name is Sharon.” I don’t know why, but the people of Westview treating “Agnes” so kindly has REALLY fucking touched me.

AW. Her husband passed away. :(((

Lilia blurting out her premonitions is going to be used for such a tragic effect, I just know it

this song slaps holy fuck

THIS DARK COVEN. TERRIFYING

mrs. hart/davis getting into the song 🥺

CALLING PATTI LUPONE PITCHY EKWKWOWKDJWKWKKA

THAT FUCKING JUMPSCARE FUCK OFFFFF. GODDAMN

“I’d die before letting you befoul it with your noxious mediocrity.” GOD SHE’S SUCH AN ASSHOLE SKSKSOIDJD

I love her dearly

“It’s not my fault only a true coven can open the door.” QOKQKWURIWIWKWKSKWKAKS

I LOVE WHEN WOMEN ARE EVIL. I LOVE WHEN THEY ARE MORAL CESSPITS

“OH, I DON’T HAVE TIME FOR THIS. JUST BLAST ME, YOU BITCHES!” WIQOOQIWIWIWIQPLQOWUDICIWIWKQJD!!!!!!!!!!!!!’nnnn

KATHRYN HAHN I LOVE YOU

I would die for this entire coven

[deafsignifcantother]

duplicity

♥ summary: you're finally trying to escape the cabins where he holds his followers, but once the rain comes, he approaches you with the umbrella you forgot. there's nsfw sorry guys, but this is the type of fic where the reader changes her mind on consent and then they vibe together instead of having sex bc i ♥ relationships: !human vox x deaf woman reader ♥ word count: 4.6k ♥ notes: okay listen LMFAO I know we don't know if Vox killed people or not but let's pretend he did but scarcely, maybe people that aren't keen / trying to escape his cult + calling him victor because fuck you that's why, I like the name better than vincent. reader is also a little insane and delulu. Also I wrote this when i was high at 1am, also also i have not reread this so if this is ass then lmfaoo

Your backpack hurts your shoulders, but you tread on, cautious at every branch and leaf you might step on. First of all, even though you left around 3 AM, where most people are sleeping, somebody might be following you. Else, a murderous hunter wondering why you're in his parts of the woods. Your worst-case scenario is the sun rising before you can reach the city.

There must be a way from here to the city, a hidden path, perhaps a national park or a forgotten hiking trail. You can't recall. After all, you were part of a secretive 'organization'—the perfect place to be cut off from the outside world. It took you days to painstakingly draw a map that you stumbled upon in a book, hiding it under your bed, a secret treasure. You could barely contain your excitement for your plans to unfold. Still, the fear of being discovered by the 'organization' was always there, lurking in the shadows.

You stop looking back, staring at the distant lights, maybe miles away. Your sneakers hurt your feet, and your hands shake from the cold. A droplight on your head scares the light out of you. You place a hand up, and a small water drip falls—rain. You know you haven't brought an umbrella. It hadn't rained in weeks, even usually starting at night. Maybe it is God sending you a sign. Perhaps the cult is the place you belong.

And luckily, perhaps a symbol of peace, a hand touches your shoulder. The rain stops, your shoulders tense, and you slowly turn around, afraid of what's to come.

Victor has covered your body with the blue and black umbrella he gifted you months ago. With his other hand, he signs, fingers curving as he points.

"You forgot this."

In an instant, you remember your manners. He's the one who brought light into your days.

You give a shaky smile, trying not to convey your fear, the sense of danger growing.

"Thank you."

He smiles with an unmistakable twinkle in his eye. He leans on one foot, tightening his grip on the umbrella. "Of course, sweetheart. Let's head back; you know the rain will only worsen, right? The situation will, too."

Your eyes widen, and so does your strained smile. "I've been such a trouble, I'm sorry about that. When did you notice I was gone?"

He turns his body and starts walking back, knowing you'd follow. It's not as if you can outrun him. He doesn't look at you when he signs. He dodges your question.

"A real beauty like you should always have someone around, you know? Someone to make sure you're safe."

He only looks over to see your response.

"I don't know if that's possible." You shake your head and mimic his behavior, staring into the trees.

His charisma is unending.

"Only an idiot would say that."

You frown, finally managing to look at him. "I'm sure."

The grin he gives you is a masochistic; a million thoughts are rattling in his head. Your breath catches in your throat before you look away. As long as you're under the umbrella, you must accept being so close to him and having your signs constrained. Your eyes fixate on a knife's carving on one of the trees; you should have been able to remember it just by looking at it. That wasn't done by you. Your nerves concentrate on it, hand frozen halfway through the motion of starting another sentence.

His neck bends to look at your entire expression, his smile dropping and a smirk growing. When you turn back, you're almost nose-to-nose with him.

"Are you going to take that role?" If you play along, your punishment won't be as significant as you predict.

"I have been."

Your body warms up, not in excitement but in fear. His past remarks echo through your head. Hold my hand and trust. In this world, dependency is a part of your design. Welcome to my kingdom. Dependence on me will find you appreciating me above all else.

"Thank you, I appreciate your kindness."

He stops walking. You plant your feet before him, and the mud makes you sink into the Earth. "Do you have any clue of how much I cherish your presence?"

His breath is hot on your skin, and his eyes are locked on you.

You look around the forest, trying to look at anything other than him. "Enlight me."

His eyebrows furrow, and the calmness that falls over his face is deadly. He grabs your chin, moving it back before releasing you. "How about we go back home?"

It's a test; he's not even expecting you to fight. You'll inevitably be trapped here forever now. This situation has gotten far beyond any sense of appreciation.

"Is there any other option?"

"Honey, we are way past your chance of freedom."

Your hands become stiff, noticed by him. He knows you're at your most vulnerable right now, and that's how he likes it. His hand glides around your waist, turning you forward with him, continuing home. Home. That's the worst way to think about it.

"Okay," you give in. His hand remains wrapped around your waist.

The city's lights are replaced by the light of his cabin, the only light within the sanctuary. His hand slips away. "Don't worry. You can trust me. I could never hurt you."

Trust is that word he loves to throw around aimlessly. Nobody bats an eye, but he's never done anything to warrant your trust. You did not come here out of your own belief but rather to accompany a friend, ensuring they'd be safe. You didn't realize you'd never be able to leave.

You never respond. There's not an ounce of conversation while he continues to push you forward; the umbrella is the only thing keeping your bodies together.

Once the cabin gets close enough to the smell of wood and water overcomes you, your body starts shaking. He chuckles slightly, and you begin to realize the danger that you're in. The cold haze finally starts to melt your fingers.

"It's warm inside," he hints. "I can start the fire."

"Thank you for the offer-" Before you could even finish, he grabs onto your bicep softly, a threat.

"No, no, I insist. I'm afraid your place might not have the proper care."

"Okay." The cautious fly of the two letters makes him release you. The door is approaching, a sign of doom, a symbol of your defeat. He closes the umbrella.

Before stepping closer to it, his eyes glued to you. He's enjoying every moment of this.

"Relax a bit. I'm only trying to help."

"Of course," another simple sign, "I appreciate everything you've done for the community and for me."

He can't contain the immense excitement growing in his chest. He steps towards it, opening it quickly, gesturing with an open hand. You square your shoulders, attempting a confident look.

You're such an easy girl.

He hands the umbrella by the door, buttoning down his overcoat and peeling it off. You stare at him up and down before mimicking his actions. You glance around while he bends down in front of the fireplace. He has a double bed and bedside tables beside each side, far more decorated than your room. A deer head hangs across from his bed. The eyes of it have been removed.

The feeling of his hard footsteps captures your attention.

"Do you think it was destiny that I happened to find you out there? Fate must of been on our side."

You'd miss the sarcasm and teasing if you didn't know better.

"Destiny. What-What do you think the reason is?"

Like he did outside, he places a hand around your waist and leads you closer to the fireplace, a pillow placed in front of it for you to sit on. He doesn't respond, only helping you sit down while taking a seat on the wooden floor next to you. You tuck your knees into your chest. You've known him long, and he's never done anything predatory. You always had the sense that he had respect for women. But when you look up at him, you witness his sinister gaze.

He finally answers, sitting at an angle so you can see him, the fire lighting up his pointed features. "I've been gifted a beautiful lady, that's how I think of it."

"That sounds about right." Within the possible malice in his thoughts, you smile more casually. "You have a way with words, Victor."

"Oh, I know I do. I have to. I could never be able to lure a beautiful like you into my home without it."

"That's true," your hands develop a slight shake. Victor has been known for his off-putting remarks, especially towards people who gain a little bit of defiance. It's rare, but sometimes he'll kick people out, and they'll never be able to return. He has a dark sense of humor. Are you able to play on that? Would that help your situation? "Any other uncomfortable comments? You're good at keeping them going."

He lets out a laugh. There's nothing funnier to him than the shake of your hands that doesn't match your smile. Your willingness to let him walk all over you draws him closer to his final goal. He loves this little game the two of you are playing, and it shows on his face.

"Do you have a wife?" You ask, honestly trying to remember if you even knew the answer.

"Why? Are you thinking about spending the night?"

"No," you're breathless. "I don't know. Maybe. But you're not going to let me leave, are you?"

He just tilts his head. "I don't have a wife," he finally answers. Is he ignoring your question or responding to it? He doesn't let you get a single word in as he continues. "You trust me, don't you? Trust is the foundation to any companionship."

You sigh, looking away, thinking about a way to respond. Everything you've ever said to him and everything you've done reels through your mind. "It's too good to be true. But I know that your deepest, most constant need is for my trust. I will give you that, you've given me no reason as to not."

His expression turns quickly into a more casual one. "I always think back on that. You promised so much. You might be a bit special. Your energy is the only one the youth can maintain. I think you've noticed that not many people your age around you. Your personality is amusing. Do you think I'd be able to guess your favorite color, too?"

My favorite color? In your peripheral vision, you can see the room for what might seem like his favorite answer. Blue.

"Maybe. It's probably the first color people ever think about." You smile. "But it's a beautiful shade of marker."

"Marker? That's a clue. Let's see if I can figure it out. Is it red? That seems like it could be your favorite color. Or maybe even pink."

"Kinda close," it comes out more like a question. You lock eyes with him, your smile remaining with his smile towards you. He's gorgeous when his smile is genuine. "Think of the ranbow."

You are so willing to go along, which is precisely what he meant when he said youth.

"Oooh, rainbow?" The sign is beautiful when he does it. "If it's not red or pink, that leaves me with so many more options. What if it's yellow or orange? Or maybe even green?"

He must be fucking with you, you just know it. But it doesn't matter anymore. The casualness means the world to you.

"Nooo."

"Okay, alright. Will I know it's not green or yellow, and it's still not red or pink. That still leaves the possibility for white, purple, or blue. Or maybe... gold?"

The weight in your hands softens. "It's blue. My favorite color is blue."

"Blue? That's a common favorite color. You really like the ocean then. I can definitely see that with you. It fights your personality, unable to be contained."

He talks as if he's figured you all out. He's returned to his aggressive signing, reminding you of the figure he is in your life.

You bite the inside of your lip. "What's your favorite color? Is it blue? You're wearing a lot of blue."

"You're right! How kind of you to notice that I'm wearing blue tonight, it matches my eyes, don't you think?"

Giving into the silent command, you lean closer. "I never noticed that you have blue eyes. I wish I did."

His jaw tightens. His breath heavies, and he shifts to face you. "I'm surprised you haven't noticed them before." He pauses for a moment. "Do you like them?"

"I do." You pull away. "Black hair with blue eyes is like, everybody's type. You have the look of an actor, an actor in a romance or something."

The halt in your brain comes from nothing but the realization that you've noticed how attractive he really is, especially up closer.

"You should be writing romance novels. You seem rather imaginative. Or are you just trying to flirt with me?"

The laugh you give is beautiful. "We you ever into writing?"

"Writing stories was always one of my favorite hobbies as a kid. To be fair, they were never creative or exciting. But I always had a fascination with writing."

The way you pulled away early is knocked from your thoughts. You lean back in, making a notice of staring into his eyes. Are you pretending anymore? You smile to yourself. Trust. He's not going to hurt you, that much is (hopefully) evident.

The sense of relief that washes over you is contagious. You're not going to run, that's good. Saves a lot of trouble. And when your hand cups his cheek, his eyes widen, denying reality. This behavior has always been his dream. Of course, he's been flirted with, but all he does is smile and play along.

This isn't playing along.

Every inch of skin you touch gets colder with the temperature of your hands. This is tempting him beyond belief. But he's not the one who gives in to the urge. You press your lips against his. His eyes droop close, and your hands tremble with excitement at the sign of his vulnerability.

Time stops as the two of you linger in the touch. Your lips are warm, shockingly so, and he pulls you closer to savor it. The taste is absolutely thrilling.

The new and more passionate touch runs through his mind. This is such a different side of you, one that he provoked.

As he practically pulls you into his lap, his hand grips the back of your neck. Your knees press into the floor, but the pain isn't important now. Your hands fall to his thighs, propping yourself up. His reactions motivate you more; you want to continue surprising him. At this point, it almost feels like you're in control.

With the movement of his head, your lips go from his lips to his cheek, eventually kissing down his jaw to the start of his neck. For a second, you stop because of the movement of his collarbones when he breathes. It's human and lovable.

Victor can't believe this is happening right now.

By leaning back, you get another look at his flustered face. You stare at him like he's the most beautiful man you've ever seen.

He puts his hands between your bodies. "I think I really like this side of you."

Instead of quickly responding, you just move a hand to his chest and push him down. His hands fall to the side of his head, and his hair lies next to his face.

"I like this side of you, too."

He can't help but smile and caress your waist when your hips relax on top of him. "Is this the kind of side I should be expect from now on?"

You nod, placing a hand on his chest to feel each breath. Your other hand responds. "If you continue being a good boy, then yes."

One of his hands starts to slide up and down your sides, his fingers wrapping around to touch your back. Everything about how your body reacts to his touch is incredible.

"I guess I'll have to continue being a good boy if you give me more of... this."

His breath stops once your hand slides down from his belt; use it to move yourself up and down, causing sweet friction between them. There's a tremble in his hands. He's at a complete loss for words. Your touch is smooth and sensual. Every second of your movements drives him to the edge; he doesn't want this feeling to ever stop.

Your fingers undo his belt before you pull it out in one motion. You give him a small smile, tapping his jeans with your nails. "I'm going to need help pulling your pants down."

His hands grab yours, and he starts to tug his pants down to allow you more room to explore his body. Good boy. Your seating position changes to on top of his thighs, allowing more room to unbutton his pants and pull his zipper down. His heat radiates, decorating the lines of your palms. Once you got what you wanted, you trail your fingers up his bare thighs to his pulsating erection, moving as his muscles clench. It's not hard to get him out of his underwear. When you wrap your hand around his dick, you test its length compared to your fingers. You hum in satisfaction, pleasing him by gently stroking it. A man so powerful and filled with greed is gasping and panting at your touch. You can only imagine him still in his suit, covering his mouth with upturn brows as he'd look down at you, his hair would be disheveld and his cheeks would be pink.

Your eyes lock onto his for an incredibly long time, his face is so easily readable while yours is impossibly neutral, a seductive quid pro quo. His jaw clenches and unclenches with each moan like he's trying to swallow down his arousal.

When you put both hands on his stomach and ease off the teasing, all of the excitement and anticipation drives him back to reality. Your playful and innocent riposte throws him off and he can't help but grin, "Victor, what do you want?"

"Well... You're doing a good job with the teasing, which makes me want to..."

For a second, you have no words. You don't know where to put your hands, where to kiss him, or what to say. "You can do whatever you want."

There is a sudden shift in his demeanor, and he is no longer willing to surrender, and gives to his dominating nature. That’s where he prefers to be, in control of the situation. Now that you’ve given him the green light, he isn’t going to back down from the challenge. His eyes are filled with pure desire to provide you with what you need from him.

You move his hands aggressively and suddenly under your shirt to be on your chest; it’s the least you can do to get this on the roll.

“Thank you for all of this, sir." You give him puppy dog eyes. His breath hitches. His hands are almost shaking as he grabs your plumpened skin. Your cute little puppy dog eyes seem to have him completely distracted.

One of his hands removes itself, using it to sign. "Thank you for being so irresponsible."

You salute him with a small laugh; the threatening words are now a joke to you. You put both of your thighs to his hips, enjoying the feeling of your clothes crotch pressing against his bare one. His body moves as you grind yourself on him. Your laugh makes you sound as playful as your actions.

The thought of making love to you in front of a fireplace doesn't sound appealing to him. Sweat will literally drip off of his body. He wants to please you in a bed that makes you both comfortable. His smile is slightly strained as if he's battling the urge to rip your clothes off and force you onto his bed. However, the kiss you give him is too tempting to resist, so he kisses you back lovingly. He can stay here for as long as you want. The kiss was meant to be temporary, but now you're drawn in, keeping the kiss sweet. You like how loving he is; it’s fascinating, considering how threatening he was when he grabbed your waist and kept you under the umbrella. Now, he’s kissing you with a gentleness that only a man who supervises can possess. Every moment his tongue enters your mouth, you’re in a different world. The intensity of the kiss and the fact that it feels so genuine builds a certain intimacy. You feel like you’re falling deeper and deeper into his embrace, and all the feelings from before have gone away.

You slowly pull away from the kiss, and they both stare at each other in awe. “The other people will wake up soon,” you laugh and attempt to lift his pants and underwear back up. We should stop, especially since someone might… uhm, knock.”

His hand drops. A blush creeps up on his face when you mention that someone might have seen you. He shakes his head and sighs slightly. He still hasn’t entirely given up on being in control, and the fact that you pulled him from that is a tough pill for him to swallow. He straightens himself out and fixes his pants as best as possible. He then nods and helps you off of his lap.

You sit beside him, returning to the pillow. You glance between him and the fire. It's his job to say something else. His stone face reminds you of why you're in this situation in the first place.

He leans back slightly and speaks without looking your way. You’re only able to see his profile. “You good?”

His side profile is beautiful, as are the sharpness of his jaw and the arch in his nose. His eyebrow bone sits low, the most masculine thing about him. His body language makes him all the more attractive. The aura in the room makes it seem like she was never even on top of him and stroking him. “I’m okay.” You answer plainly. But then you put a thumb to your lip, humming to yourself. It’s hard to believe he’s sitting right next to you, eyes locked on you. You stare into the fire, still thinking about what it would feel like for him to touch your bare body. “When do you want me to leave?” Once again, your knees tuck into your chest, sore from the previous position.

He leans in your direction slightly so you can see his response.

“I haven't thought about that yet. I thought we could go back to your room so I have a look around.”

“I'd be fine with that,” but your blood still runs cold. “I’m still so shocked that you haven't done anything mean yet.” You glance over at him, your expression unreadable. “You were going to kill me, right?”

Your sudden response sends an instant tinge of regret from him. The last thing he wants to do is remind you that he has caught you trying to escape his grasp. In all honesty, Victor was planning on leaving you for dead in the woods, especially with the knife he was hiding in his coat pocket. But now that is clearly not going to happen. This night has been filled with so many twists and turns, and he doesn't know what comes next.

"That was the intention, yes."

You immediately go quiet; your heartbeat is so loud that it feels like he can hear it. You're internally screaming about how he immediately admitted it and also how you tamed the beast. She’s that beautiful to have made him change his mind.

You put your chin in your hand and stare ahead. He can tell that you're starting to get into your own thoughts and you seem to be thinking about things he doesn't want you thinking about right now.

"Hey?" He glances over at you and can sense the anxiety that flickers in your brows. He can't help but feel a sudden sense of guilt. He should have just kept his mouth shut.

You want to ask for more details. What would he do if you started annoying him? You close your eyes.

He feels slightly defeated as you sit quietly and in your own thoughts. This moment was going so well, and now he had just ruined it by opening his mouth. Now, he might have to kill you. He doesn't want to mess up the body of such a beautiful woman. He just hopes that you can get over your anxious thoughts quickly. He hates seeing you like this, especially when thinking about how he can keep you quiet. The silence between you two feels like it's been going on for ages. Every time he glances at you, he sees your eyes still closed. Part of him wants to ask you what’s wrong (stupid question), and the other part wants to stay silent. A third part of him also wants to keep this silence going and not ruin the moment for his murderous plan to succeed. However, at this moment, you are both so absorbed in your emotions and thoughts that the silence stays between the two of you.

But then you turn and smile. "But you didn't."

"I didn't." And I won't now.

You interlock your fingers with him as he pulls you in. The room lightens; the morning light starts peaking through the curtains. While looking towards the windows, you chuckle to yourself. You cuddle into his arms.

A strange girl you are. When your bodies make contact, a sense of relief comes over him. Your touch sends off a slight adrenaline rush. He pulls you even closer and buries his face into your hair. He lets out a deep breath when you hold him tighter. You notice how shaky his body is when you touch him, how timid he seems. You also feel a subtle increase in his heart rate when he leans in. You close your eyes, basking in the moment before the schedule comes and ruins everything.

Even though your eyes are closed, and you're relaxing in his arms, he can't help but wonder if you genuinely believe all the prayers he's conducted or if you're just trying to be nice to him. He needs you to see eye-to-eye with him; it's the ultimate test.

He can feel your breath flowing across his chest, sending a feeling of warmth through his body. He chuckles at your struggle with the suddenly overbearing heat. He sees how tired you are and gently pushes you away, raising to his feet. You're now in your most vulnerable position, looking at him with blurred eyes. He puts out the fire. Even in the dark, you are entirely safe. He sits down next to you, his arms wrapped tightly around you as if he were afraid of you escaping. He smiles softly as he closes his eyes.

[timespaceandfilm]

Reinventing the Wheel - Ch 27: Eyes of the Runekeeper

Author: timespaceandfilm

Fic Rating: E - this fic has some NSFW content in other chapters, 18+ only

Chapter Rating: M

Pairings: Sebastian x Female Farmer, Elliott x Penny

Chapter Word Count: 9 k

Chapter Warnings: Seb learns some very concerning things about his father and why he left

Chapter Summary: Charlie and Seb finally learn a little bit about Seb's father.

Blurb:

Once Gunther has identified the minerals I brought, he pulls a thick leather-bound book from beneath the counter.

“Don't think I forgot about this,” he says. “Your contribution has made a monumental step forward in the study of Ancient Dwarvish.”

“Well I appreciate you making me a copy. I'm not sure where I'll be able to use it but I'm certainly interested in reading it.” I carefully pick up the translation guide and tuck it under my arm.

“If you'd like to practice using it, there's a headstone in the cemetery with Ancient Dwarvish writing on it,” Gunther offers.

As I’m leaving, my phone goes off.

Seb: just wrapped up work. how's it going? Charlie: I had to speak to Lewis and Clint. Seb: 🤢 Seb: at the same time? Charlie: No, thank the gods. Just leaving the museum now. Seb: nice. new donos? Charlie: Yeah. Plus Gunther gave me a copy of his Dwarvish translation guide. Seb: …

Once I see that last text I start counting down in my head. Three… two… one…   Seb's caller ID appears on my screen. Yep there it is.

“Dwarvish!?”

There's a sense of deja vu from the noises of fabric rustling, keys jingling, and boots thumping that come through the speaker.

“Yeah,” I can't help but giggle at Sebastian's apparent excitement. “you remember those scrolls with the colored ribbon?”

“Like the one I scored in the Secret Woods?” The bell on Robin's front door rings in the background.

“Uh huh. Gunther is convinced they're written in an ancient language of a people that came from the sky and settled under the ground eons ago. Apparently there's a headstone in town with the same writing.” I bite back a smirk.

For a moment the only sounds coming through are wordless stutters of disbelief. “Holy fuck. Ok. Um, I'm taking the minecart down there. What in the actual…” his voice trails off and then the line goes dead.

I'm still snickering when the cart comes flying into view with a rattled Sebastian seated inside. The way he narrows his eyes at me as he climbs out only makes me laugh harder.

“Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up babe.” He stalks over to me as I pull it together. “When the hell did you find out about fuckin Alien Dwarves?”

“About a week and a half ago.” My laughter fades as I remember how shitty my mental state was at the time.

“Ah.” Seb frowns a little.

“Um, anyway. Shall we?” I offer my pinky and Seb hooks his own around it.

We walk over to the cemetery in a comfortable silence but Sebastian's enthusiasm is still pretty obvious. I repeatedly have to tug on his finger to slow down as the spring in his step causes him to outpace me.

The cemetery is small and quaint. All of the headstones are fairly simple; nothing too ornate. Some are so old and faded the engravings are barely readable. One headstone for someone named Mona has a few flowers balanced on it. Eventually I notice the stone a few paces to the right has strange markings on it. They're oddly clean and fresh looking, but the symbols definitely look similar to the ones on the book.

“This must be the one.”

I let go of Seb and sit cross legged in the grass. He kneels down next to me as I begin leafing through the translation guide. My hope is to find a symbol that matches one of the ones on the stone and go from there. I'm barely five pages in when Seb reaches out to trace a finger over the stone.

“‘Stand between the pillars three

With gift as precious as the sky:

A rainbow forged from land, not sea

Then galaxies will heed your cry.’”

My jaw drops. The book falls into my lap. I look at Sebastian. He looks back at me like a kid who's been caught doing something that may or may not get them in trouble.

“You can read Dwarvish!?”

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[truly-morgan]

[Alternative Universe, Foreign king and author]

MoShang | Scum Villain Self-Saving System 06-07-2021

One of the settings I really like in moshang AU is mbj still a king, but sqh is either some unknown author or someone who travels around while writing.

Like, something happens to mini mbj because lgj tried to get rid of him to get to the throne.

But then you have also mini sqh who just accidentally swooped in by accident and saved mini mbj, hence fucking up lgj plans. Found little heir in the wood all injured? No problem, he can help him!

Found a strange demon child locked in the middle of nowhere? No problem, he'll Find a way to open the cage!

Found a foreign child who was dropped in their region to die alone since no one understand him? No problem, sqh will help him find people that can take him back home!

Young sqh will just be there to help him and mbj will /never/ forget about it.

Cue years later, sqh practically forgot that weird thing of his past and just goes around trying to make a living by helping keep books account for Marchant and selling his stories.

But his stories are all signed with a little symbol he always as used (because he likes it That way and no one else does it that way anyway! Its original).

The thing is, the symbol is the same as what was maybe on a robe (or paper inside his robe) he left to mbj (poor thing he must be cold, take my outer robe!). Maybe it was on a little map he drew for him.

Some of his writings travel to the neighbour northern kingdom where King mbj catches some of them and recognise said little symbol from his saviour.

So he sends people to go find that author and it's a bit hard since sqh uses a pen name and isn't known despite some of his Really popular pieces. The kingdom is looked through and through, every scholar (is that the name?) Must send an example so mbj can review it.

Sqh is so scared and confused when this scary king suddenly gets to his crappy home to take him back to the northern kingdom At least this is what he understands from the little understanding he has of the language they use in the north when guards talk between themselves without telling him much in his own language.

When sqh gets there he stays mostly in his room, trying to warm himself without complaining, js fear of angering them, but his cheap robes don't help much.

He wonders why the northern king wants him.

Did some of his writing anger him? There's a reason he stays mostly anonymous and it's not just because of the rather erotic writing he does, but because he will critic the people in charge and how things are being taken care of, and it doesn't stop at his previous king.

He is actually surprised (and relieved!) That no one ever figured out it was him, listening to people either condemning him for his critics or praising him for his stories and poems.

But now he fears that the northern king has taken offence to his words towards their kingdom And now wants him dead. Wouldn't an assassin be better?! Not like he would be hard to kill?! Maybe the king is as ruthless as he has heard and wants to do it with his own hands?

So he waits in the room, hiding under the cover of the bed (it is also warmer like this) Yet no one comes to get him, only the servant brings in seemed to be the little belonging, all taken by the guard before coming here, to put them in drawer and chest.

He is finally called to meet with the king late in the day, but he is surprised when he is brought to A private dining room, where the king is already waiting for him. He is still shaking like a leaf as his sitting down (he now remembers why he stopped living near the border, it so cold up here!)

He doesn't dare say more than a polite salutation in the northern dialect (as best as he can do, his years working near the border coming to some help right now, even though he never learned the language fully).

It's, even more, nerve-wracking how the king himself doesn't speak to him more than also great him concisely.

When the food is brought to him he looks at it a bit uncertain, unsure if this could be poisoned or not, but under the intense stare from the man in front of him he does eat. And this is how his first day after being kidnapped went: hiding in his cover, eating anxiously and silently, going back to hiding in his room.

The only thing that changed in the following days is that he has started being more familiar with his room, where he writes while still tuck into his cover.

He also gets used to the couple of servants that come to his room for what he may need. Neither side fully know the other language, but they still manage with what they know (sqh is working on learning it a bit more by himself after asking for book that can help to learn his language).

Eventually little shivering sqh mentions that he is a bit cold (The winter where he lived was not as harsh as here!), which then leads to mbj taking him to his quarter and asking for a tailor to make him news robes to his size. of course little shivering sqh is confused as all hell because, /why/ would the man he assumes wants to get rid of him make him some expensive, pretty and warm robes?!?

But when he gets them not too long after he doesn't complain when he finally is not cold anymore.

meanwhile, he is still asked to eat with mbj each night, except if the man has a duty he cannot put aside (which, servant will take the food to his room instead). He slowly gets used to the man's presence and realises that /maybe/ he just wanted him around? For some reason?

they can even talk (although sqh does most of the talking) and slowly sqh realise that it's not so bad to be around mbj. He tries to keep himself from mentioning things that might be inconvenient to instead tell the king what he needs directly (last time he mentioned off-handedly that he was going to soon run out of paper and ink and the next thing he knew he had supplies that could last him for months! And months of /him/ writing a lot. mbj even gave him new expensive brushes!)

Then soon the routine of mbj coming to /his/ room to read the latest thing he wrote came, to which sqh was a bit nervous about when it was getting more political or taboo.

Yet the man would still manage to make him ramble about his thoughts on his original Kingdome slowly guiding him towards the northern one. the first time mbj did this sqh didn't notice until he was trashing some of the outdated ways the Kingdome was dealing with foreign exchanges.

yet, all mbj did was nod along, as if agreeing and not looking angry (sqh can proudly say he managed to read mbj micro expression, he knows now that he's not necessarily in a bad mood, this is just his resting face).

And what if slowly mbj gives him small important task. Like keeping account of something, then asking advice on small things, then giving him commands over some more important thing.

mbj slowly makes sqh someone important (because sqh can do the job very well) and sqh is none the wiser, doing the job he is given, happy when he is allowed to change the outdated ways to do things for something better.

sqh doesn't see it necessarily since he doesn't go out much, but everyone can see changes. They see changes because mbj listens and /follows/ sqh suggestions!

everyone working in the palace slowly starts to recognise sqh as more than the foreign writer, appreciating him a lot, especially since he treats everyone well (unless you do him wrong, but then mbj better not hear of it either).

Even more, those who have worked in the palace for years (even decades!) notice how mbj seems less hard than he was before, how he seems to really enjoy this new sunshine he brought from the south. The little smile he has when sqh rambles about whatever wrong thing he found or about something that could be done in a better way, no one misses those smiles.

In all this sqh falls in love with mbj, but this wouldn't be a good AU if it wasn't about to slow burn and ✨pining✨, so of course he feels like he cannot tell mbj because he is not noble.

Of course, while sqh is slowly rebuilding the Kingdome ways of doing things to be more than a war machine like his previous king ran it and bringing even better property, lgj is tuning back to see /how/ his nephew is doing so well, because he /shouldn't/ be doing so good after he made sure his education on running a country was minimal and focused on outdated ways that even him knows ruin the country.

And he very much does not appreciate the new little helper mbj safely keep near him.

cue lgj attempting to (without success) cause problem to mbj public image, trying to sabotage sqh ways of doing (which is hard since people here seem more than happy to follow this nobody words, ugh) and finally tries to directly attack sqh with the man own feeling towards mbj Or maybe lgj uses sqh to try and push mbj out of his throne, but of course, the little one cannot let it pass and he won't let it happen without a fight.

Happy ending of course, where lgj is taken care of and mbj finally confesses to sqh (he nearly lost him without telling him!) and they reigned over the land together.

Maybe at some point, mbj would tell why he was looking for sqh, that he saved him when lgj first tried to get rid of him. Or maybe sqh figured it out by himself when he finds the thing he had left to mbj when he helped him.

This is a setting I like and now I want to write a full-on fanfic but I don't have the energy for it (and I already have others started)

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faceoff episode one thoughts and opinions <3333

YESSSS right off the bat willy is walking around Toronto with his dogs, fuck YES!!

YES PUT THE TORONTO MEDIA CIRCUS ON BLAST!!!!!!

also fucking hell, when dear god WHEN will we as a society escape biz nasty. grow up!!!!!! YOUR NAME IS PAUL!!!!!

"This place is the only place that has been home for me. Like, ive never spent so much time in one place in my life"........... william........ i am holding you gently in my hands baby.

Willy absolutely stunting on those kids, also... It is almost pathetic just how romance-horny i get seeing people being nice to kids. like, i love kids, i hope to have a bunch one day, and it makes me so frustrated to see how angry so many young people get when children dare to exist in public (like, i get being annoyed at a crying baby on a plane, but when you are giving dirty looks at a parent and a kid who are just existing in public fuck off, fuck right off with that)

also i love the shot of the puppies looking at willy and the kids in the doorway onto the ice.

like once again, seeing pasta call his kid "boss" and taking her out to the aquarium... man i love that, like pasta if you want a second 'wife' lmk!!

augh!!!!! the shots of baby pasta and baby willy!!!! TINY BABIES!!!! widde iddy bitty boys!!!

oh fuck dead dad talk.... oh, i don't. i really hope this episode isnt sad for very long because uh.... i fucking buried my grandmother on Wednesday, i can't deal with sad shit rn.

oh okay, dead dad talk is over now, yippee. but also, yikes.

the dinner together is really sweet, it does you know... feel very performative since there are cameras, but its still nice.

okay the cut from willy being like all like 'i hate playing you because we loose' to boston winning 4-1, is MUAH chefs kiss

okay, time skip to the playoffs, i knew it had to happen, but wow. bit of a jolt to the system.

i am not a leafs FAN, i am a leafs appreciator, and so... i welcome any and all footage of them looking sad.

the montage of angry tweet and voice clips of people asking when willy was is very much giving the ready for it into from the reputation stadium tour.

i wouldn't wish a migraine on my worst enemy (my worst enemy being mycobacterium tuberculosis) and fuck i forgot how fucking idiotic people were yelling about how willy wasn't playing because of a 'headache' like, no. that IS NOT what a migraine is, fuck right off.

okay i get why they are showing the game highlights along with willy cheering them on, but it FEELS like im watching a fucking react video.

omg hiiiiii PK <3333333333 ive seen you before now, but you look so cute and you are so right they aren't playing hurt they are playing injured, and its fucked up.

<3 stop fucking crying bro <3

WAIT THE SHOT OF WILLY ON THE SUBWAY IN THE TRAILER WAS HIM ON HIS WAY TO GAME SIX????? fucking iconic, also FUCK THE TTC. i hate it more than OC Transpo, which is saying something because i live in Ottawa.

the shot of him walking up the steps in the station and smiling at the bruins fan in front of him... your honour i love him!!

okay i am ALL FOR the dramatic slow mo shots of them set to dramatic music, but have them be doing something cool, not just a lame celly.

...WHO'S CAR IS HE DRIVING HOME???? SIR YOU TOOK THE TRAIN!!!

the episode is called "the best of rivals" but it should be called the william nylander show, WHERE IS PASTA!!!

OMG HIIII PASTAAAAAAA <3333 also i fucking forgot that montgomery called pasta out, fucking hell. the shit you forget in a few months.

fucking hell, now dead son talk. i can't deal with this. i fucking can't. jesus christ. at least now im crying for a real reason, not liek when i watched the new sims trailer (its death themed) two days ago and had to pause it part way through and close the tab because i was crying looking at the sims coffin.

please can the leafs get eliminated now i need to cheer up.

wait omg i forgot it was pasta who got the ot win!!!! ough the nhl scriptwriter knocked that out of the park

its realllllly hard for me to be sad for willy wen he looks like THAT, like sir, if you want me to be sad for you you're gonna need to not be flushed and covered in sweat with your hairy tits out. like. you looks like sex on legs good sir.

awwwwww nice end.

i like seeing sad willy.

and happy pasta

this is FUN, i like this!!!! although, i am fond of a good docuseries, so... i was never NOT going to like this. its fun! its dramaaaaa, and they are swearing which i miss when i watch the other BTS series that teams put out.

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To bring more attention to your new blog, I was thinking that maybe an ask game thingy would do it! This is just to lighten it up, to turn a new leaf. If this is overwhelming you dont have to post this!

Ask game!

Who's your favorite yandere?

Whats your favorite AU?

Name your top five kinks!

Say your favorite yandere ship!

What kind of darling would you be?

Who's the scariest yandere to you?

Who's the most lenient yandere to you?

If you are into amputation, what body part(s) do you want amputated?

If anyone likes this and wants to share darks blog around more, feel free to join in on the game! ^^

This is so sweet! It's like a nice housewarming gift! Something to brighten up the new blog, and take a much-needed breather after yesterday's stress. Thank you, Sanjihell! You've been so amazing through this whole thing, and I really appreciate you.

Anyone who wants to join is more than welcome! My answers are below the cut for n...s/f/w/ content, and dark content like cannibalism.

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Whats your favorite AU?

Name your top five kinks!

Say your favorite yandere ship!

What kind of darling would you be?

Who's the scariest yandere to you?

Who's the most lenient yandere to you?

If you are into amputation, what body part(s) do you want amputated?

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Well, in order:

Yandere au, obviously. But besides that, my favourite au to read is isekai and reverse isekai (where the yandere characters are self-aware and come to our world and have to adjust), and my favourite to write is monster au! This includes harpies, hucows, nagas... It's just so fun! I like considering the biomechanics and possible evolution of new creatures!

My top five kinks are piss kink (in all its forms), nasophilia/nose fetish, body modifications, painplay, and primal play (the chasing and and biting and animalistic noises). Although it's so hard to pick my favourites...

My favourite yandere ship that isn't a selfship is seccolata! I love how Secco is so brainwashed and subservient to Cioccolatas whims that he gets THAT excited for sugar cubes, gladly tears into whomever Cio wants, and crawls around on all fours in public, all for his captor's amusement and affections! Secco was an unwilling patient of Cioccolatas that got brainwashed and Stockholmed so hard he forgot how to speak like a person, needing Bruno's help to remind him of the word he was looking for mid-sentence. And in his own really, really fucked up way, Cioccolata loves Secco. Like. Canonically. This pair is canon yandere to me <3 (and what better show than the show that literally made yandere pop culture?)

What kind of darling would I be? Hmm. Well, I'm a bit of a little shit with a violent streak, but my fatal flaw is that I love the attention and chase... If my yandere ever did start falling behind and losing to me during the chase/fights, I'd get pretty pissed off. It's not that I want them to win, I just don't want it to be over so soon. I like a challenge, and I love feeling worshipped. So... I suppose a manipulative darling? I have the most fun rebelling and playing mind games.

Lucid possessive yanderes are terrifying because they don't actually care what condition you are in 90% of the time. They don't care about what you want, they don't care about your needs. It is all about them. And how you fulfill their needs and desires. The idea that I'm trapped with someone, until one of us dies, that could not give less of a shit about who I am as a person, and only sees me as a thing to own, is terrifying; Regardless of if they're a sadistic possessive or overprotective possessive.

And, on the other hand, I find that lucid obsessives are actually the easiest yanderes to work with. They know what they're doing is wrong, but they don't want to hinder you-- they want to observe you. And altering your core personality and habits wouldn't be good for studying purposes, now would it? But what would be good is changing the environment, seeing how you react, how you think, what you do next... They're, ironically, the least intrusive yandere most of the time because you can compromise with them much easier than a possessive. You can reason with a lucid obsessive to give you leniency... For a price.

If I were to be amputated, I would want something from my legs. Assuming my yandere is giving me a choice, I'd want my yandere to cut my thigh into 12 shank cuts, so we could eat osso bucco together. (if they were to make each shank about an inch thick, this would be more than doable, plus a few inches for error). The meat from my shin would be best used as a stewing meat, since shin muscles are lean with a chewy texture. I don't really care what they do with my foot or knee, but I am not eating either. There's just not enough meat for it to be worth the trouble (at least to me. Yandere might have uses for the skin and bones).

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Naruto Liveblogging

These kids are so deranged I love it. Kakashi's like it's you, Gaara of the Sand, I know you're there come out. And Gaara fully ignores him and starts raving about how sasuke is his prey and is filled with malice and hate just like him, apropos of FUCKING NOTHING. Kakashi's standing there like: what happened to hello? how are you? my name is?

Listen, I know Hiruzen sucks but his death kind of fucks hard. Like the scene where he's dying and his eyes are falling shut and we can see Orochimaru silently raving, frothing at the mouth, and then it gets superimposed by an image of child Orochimaru solemnly looking on as his teacher dies - that goes hard, it does.

kakashi being tortured for an eternity and still being able to remain conscious and exercise enough chakra control to stay on the water *clenches fist* put some respect on his name. On the other hand, nothing is funnier than when he does lose consciousness and just DROPS through the water and gai has to fish him out

Sasuke running through the city thinking naruto's about to be killed/tortured by his brother and STILL taking the time to describe naruto as dumb-looking to every single receptionist ASDFGHJKL these kids are SO out of pocket and for WHAT

Anyway, I miss evil Itachi :( he had such panache, such verve, such cuntyness. Secretly-always-good Itachi is just a pathetic inbred wet paper bag of a boy with negative 100 decision-making abilities. But evil Itachi? What a fucking legend.

Holy smokes, I forgot how beautiful tsunade's voice actor's voice is.

Orochimaru casually destroying a historical monument makes me SO mad. this is up there as his top 10 worst crimes.

NEVER forget that shizune had a scalpel to kabuto's throat and would have killed that son of a bitch if tsunade hadn't made her stop. the fact that she's reduced to a secretary later on will NEVER make me not mad. justice for shizune.

It's SO insane that Tsunade didn't know the sandaime was dead till Orochimaru told her. the leaf kept that shit locked up TIGHT.

Remember, before Tsunade was a girlboss, she was a deadbeat mom <3 Tsunade is the representation we need for women

jiraiya looking everywhere for tsunade and then giving up only to run into her at a random pub asdfghj

Tsunade is NOT afraid to throw hands with a 13 year old and I love that for her.

shonen jump was so funny I know it's just trying to establish the Sannin as legends in-universe but it comes across as so funny. Kabuto keeps going: ah yes one of the legendary Sannin, the master healer princess Tsunade, one of the great legendary Sannin the toad sage master Jiraiya is here. Like Orochimaru DOESNT KNOW THEM? like the Sannin are some class of shinobi who all graduated from some top-secret program as opposed to just three dudes??? who've been on a team since they were kids. I promise you kabuto Orochimaru knows who the Sannin are you can stop explaining it to him.