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angelxmikaelson · 1 year ago

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save a horse

save a horse | dr3

summary: when daniel ricciardo’s famous girlfriend has a new movie coming out he wastes no time taking the chance to brag about her.

face claim: margot robbie

pairings: daniel ricciardo x fem!reader,

warnings: none.

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yourusername: this barbie can’t wait to share her new movie with you all. everyone involved in the creation of this film deserves the biggest round of applause EVER. @gretagerwig, has put her heart and soul into making sure you all love this film, so we really hope you love it.

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danielricciardo that’s my girlfriend. suck it! >danielricciardo seriously though, i am so incredibly proud of you >landonorris danny the simp ladies and gentlemen >yourusername aww dan i love you

florencepugh i can’t wait for this, so excited >yourusername 💗

gretagerwig couldn’t have done it without my real life barbie >danielricciardo isn’t she the best

user1 daniel simping over y/n in every post she’s in brings me so much joy

user2 i want a relationship like daniel’s and y/n’s

user3 don’t mind me, just screaming over my childhood dreams coming true

lilymunihe my barbie 🤍 >yourusername my ken 🤍 >danielricciardo something to tell me @yourusername?? >yourusername it’s not what it looks like baby i promise

alexalbon can’t believe barbie stole my girlfriend, how am i supposed to compete? >pierregasly you’re not, she did the same to me

francisca.cgomes i’m so proud of you, i can’t wait to watch it >carmen.mundt movie night at mine?? @lilymunihe @francisca.cgomes @charlottesiine >lilymunihe i’ve got the popcorn >charlottesiine be there in 20 x

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danielricciardo: this ken loves his barbie. so proud of you baby, even though you didn’t make me a ken. (i would have rocked that shit)

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user4 daniel as a ken is something i need in life

user5 cowboy ken >yourusername now there’s an idea

yourusername i can’t explain how much i’m grateful for you daniel, i love you

landonorris i don’t think i’ll ever be free from the lovey dovey energy you two give off >danielricciardo go cry about it >yourusername daniel be nice to our child >landonorris thanks mom >danielricciardo what the fuck?!?!

user6 lando being daniel and y/n’s child makes so much sense >danielriccardo it’s cause he’s such a baby

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yourusername don’t be mad, sometimes barbie and ken need to match. throwing it back to 1960s barbie so my ken could live his ‘just ken’ moment.

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maxverstappen1 who’s that in the second pic? he looks sexy >yourusername he really is >danielricciardo @ maxverstappen1 hit me up baby

maxverstappen1 i’d like to see what type of nude blob he’s packing under his jeans >landonorris if you know, you know >yourusername there are CHILDREN present maximus

danielricciardo to be honest, when i found out that the patriarchy wasn’t about horses i lost interest. should have gone with the pink >yourusername you’re kidding, now you tell me.

user3 i can’t wait to see this movie now

user9 barbie is such an icon

danielricciardo everyone go watch my girlfriend be the epitome of perfect, like she is all the time but you actually get to watch it this time

carlossainz i am so glad he is out of the country right now, he would be unbearable otherwise >charlesleclerc i agree

lewishamilton well done y/n/n, so proud 💜 >yourusername thank you lew💜

enews our barbie review, out now

authors note: barbie was such a good movie ngl, go watch it

#daniel ricciardo #daniel riccardo x reader #f1 #x reader #daniel ricciardo x fem!reader #f1 grid x reader #barbie movie

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borathae · 1 year ago

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↳ Index [Snippet #41 - Protector]

“When Jungkook shows you why you can always count on him.”

Pairing: Jungkook x f.Reader

Warnings: harassment by a stranger, that stranger is really scary, violence in the form of Kook punching him, cursing, bruises, he is so protective over her, domestic fluff in the form of her taking care of his wounds, she is really vulnerable

Wordcount: 3.1k

a/n: sometimes i need to write about the trope of strong man protects you from danger. somehow i always wanna write that trope with kook. he gives me such “imma fight for you no matter what” vibes and ogc!kook is the epitome of that ngngn

You are so scared. All of your employees left for the day already and there are no other customers in the restaurant anymore. Except for one. A man. Drunk. Tall. Stronger than you. And with bad intentions in his eyes.

You can’t get him to leave and you are so scared. He has started to attempt to get behind the counter. If he does, you won’t be able to go anywhere.

He is telling you about how he thinks it fascinating when women scream. You are so scared, but keep nodding your head and smiling. You are scared that if you don’t, you would be the next one screaming for him. Not in a good way obviously.

This never happened before. You don’t have creepy customers. Most of the drunkards staying past their curfews are sappy drunks or straight up sleepyheads. You know most of them by now and in some weird way, you see them as friends. You see most of your regulars as friends. It’s a small town and they are always welcome here. Some you even knew all your life.

You don’t know this man. His dialect lets you know that he wasn’t from here. Probably from another province.

He is inching closer to the bar entrance, lulling his words.

“It’s also fascinating when women run. Their tits bounce. I like that.”

You nod and smile, but your fingers grasp the knife as tightly as possible. You used it to cut limes hours ago, but won’t hesitate to use it to cut a person.

His eyes flit to your chest.

“You have nice tits.”

Your hand places itself over your chest to hide away. He follows the movements of your fingers. He licks his lips.

“I’m married. Very happily.”

“So? Is a nice guy, such as myself, not allowed to compliment a nice pair of tits?”

“You know, it’s getting very late and we are actually in the middle of closing up”, you tell him, smiling the entire time, “my husband will come any second now.”

“Don’t throw me out yet, I don’t like to be denied”, he says coldly and inches closer to the entrance.

You bite down a sob. Where is your husband? Where is Jungkook? Or anyone for that matter? You are so scared.

“It doesn’t do well with me to be denied”, the man says and places his hand on the edge of the little swing door. He pushes, opens it just enough that he can take a step inside.

“Please no customers behind the bar”, you beg.

“I don’t like that”, he says with furrowed brows, “I don’t like that one bit.”

He steps closer and you flee. You were too scared to do anything else. You run with your body still turned to him.

He follows in big steps. Manages to get three steps and then gets tugged back so harshly he falls on his ass.

“The fuck are you fucker doing?” Jungkook spits, placing himself between you and the criminal. He closed up shop next doors and was in the middle of getting to you so you could drive home together when he watched you get harassed through the window. He jumped into a sprint instantly with only one thought in mind. Save you.

Your knees buckle in relief, you have to hold onto the counter because of it. You could cry. You are so relieved that it gets hard to focus.

“Baby, is he bothering you?” Jungkook asks, staring at the man. The latter currently gets back up.

“I’m not bothering her”, he says.

“Pumpkin pie, is he bothering you?” Jungkook insists.

“Yes”, you choke out, “pumpkin pie.”

You thought of the codeword a long time ago. You will call him pumpkin pie whenever you find yourself in a dangerous situation and he will know that it is serious. You agree that a silly nickname won’t call attention and keep you safe.

“Okay, Imma need you to leave this place”, Jungkook addresses the guy. He speaks darkly and with honest danger in his voice, “now.”

“I haven’t finished my drink.”

“And I don’t give a fuck, you’re gonna leave now.”

Jungkook steps closer to the guy in warning, intimidating him by making himself bigger.

It does work. Jungkook can be a really scary guy if he wants to. Obvious muscles, dark hair, black leather bike clothes and dark tattoos. Heavy boots and big rings on his hands and piercings on his face. Jungkook can be scary if he wants to and on many occasions it worked to get whatever danger was harassing you, off your ass.

Tonight it only works a little. The man stumbles back to the customer zone but then gets so angry at being pushed away that he tries to attack Jungkook.

Which was a mistake, because Jungkook has been on attack mode the moment he saw you fleeing from the man. Jungkook doesn’t even give the man a chance to lift his hand for a punch and he has already landed one straight across his face. Hard and with his restraints entirely gone. The man stumbles back and falls, hitting his elbows as they cushion his fall. He groans in pain, looking disoriented for a few seconds.

One must know one thing about Jungkook. He knows how to fight. The days on the streets taught him how to act in a real fight. The years and years of daily training helped him perfect his techniques. He knows how to throw a punch, land a kick and dodge. So the punch he threw right now, landed right where it was supposed to land. With Jungkook’s entire strength and anger bundled into it.

“Leave this fucking place!” Jungkook screams so loudly his deep voice bounces off the walls. It is distorted in anger. He doesn’t sound like your dorky, sweet husband right now.

The man, bleeding from his cheek and with his eye already starting to swell, still gets up and tries to fight him. Broken pride is the initiator. Alcohol the motivator.

Jungkook catches his hand and uses his strength against him by twirling him and pressing his arm against his back. The grip is painful. The kind police use on their victims.

The man screams up in pain and Jungkook tightens the grip.

“You’re on thin fucking ice, Imma fuck you up if you keep trying shit. Hear me? Imma actually fucking fuck you up”, Jungkook spits as he pushes the man to the door.

“You’re breaking my arm!”

“I’m gonna fucking break so much more than just your fucking arm. You motherfucker, I’m actually gonna fuck you up”, Jungkook barks, twisting his arm to the point where the criminal whimpers with buckling knees, “you think you can go around threatening my wife? I’m gonna fucking show you what this gets you, you shit low life fuck.”

“Please, it hurts you fucker!”

“Walk!”

Police is arriving outside. You called while they were busy fighting. They enter the restaurant and greet you loudly. Two take over for Jungkook. You know them well and they know you. They often times have lunch at your restaurant or if they don’t, they enjoy some burgers at Seokjin’s diner. They’re part of this town, as much as you and your friends are.

“Fucking take him, Imma actually fucking curse. Take this fucker, he was threatening my wife, acting like a predator”, Jungkook spits, “fuck, I’m so angry how dare he-”

“You did a good job, Jungkook”, the police officer tells him and steps in between, “now please stay calm. We have it from here.”

“Make sure he never leaves his cell. I hope he rots in prison. This motherfucker. He threatened my ___.”

“Stay calm. Everything will be handled, but we still need to take your testimonies. He won’t leave his cell for the night, but we need you to calm down.”

Jungkook takes a step back, “fuck”, he presses out, lifting his arms, “I’m calm. Just do what you must.”

You don’t hold back any details, telling them about the scary things the man said and how he came at you when you tried to throw him out. And while you do, you are shaking while Jungkook was holding you and trembling in anger.

They leave after making sure that the restaurant was safe. They offered to drive you home, but you told them that you can take the bike home.

You ended up keeping it parked by the restaurant and driving home with Jungkook. You hugged him so tightly that it felt as if you wanted to merge with him. All you needed was a hug. You didn’t get a proper hug yet. You didn’t feel comfortable hugging like this in front of the police.

The garage door closes behind you automatically. Jungkook is in the midst of taking off his helmet. You do the same. And while he is by the biking gear cupboard, you are still by his bike. It feels impossible to move. Jungkook places the helmet on its holder and turns to looks at you. Your eyes fill with tears instantly.

“Hey”, he is by your side immediately taking you into his arms, “I’m here, my love.”

You break. This was all it took. This one hug. His safe arms around you and his strong chest against your cheek. This is all it took to break your composure.

You sob loudly and honestly and you do so with your fingers twisting his thick leather jacket while Jungkook sways your bodies from side to side soothingly and repeatedly kisses the crow of your head.

“I’m here, I’m right here, let it all out, I’m here”, he keeps repeating over and over again.

“I was, was so scared.”

“I know baby, god I know. Nothing can get you anymore, I’m keeping you safe.”

“Kookie…”

Jungkook holds you until you calm down. He takes off the bike gear for you and then carries you inside. He sits you down on the sofa and wraps you up in a blanket. And he does all of that whilst repeating that he was here for you over and over again. It really soothed you like nothing else.

“Can you check the windows, please?” you ask because you were scared. You know that the police were taking care of it, but you were still so scared. What if the guy flees and then tries to find you? The possibilities of that happening were next to zero, but you were still so scared.

“Of course”, and so Jungkook checked every single window and he rolled down the blinds for every single one and even turned on the lights in every room. He checked the locks twice and checks the garage door once more. You were safe and the outside world was locked out.

Jungkook returns to you and squats down in front of you, taking your hands.

“Nothing can get inside”, he assures you.

Bam is by your sides, sniffling at you. His body language was tense. He must smell the anxiety. He will protect you as well if someone dares to break in.

“Thank you for checking”, you whisper shakily.

“Of course”, Jungkook straightens up and places his hand on the back of your head so he can pull you into a forehead kiss, “shit baby, I’m still so angry that I feel sick.”

“I’m so happy that you came when you did.”

“Me too, but fuck I should have come sooner.”

“Don’t blame yourself please. I’m so happy that you’re here.”

“Me too. Fuck, if something had happened to you”, his face tightens in dark anger, “I would have hunted this asshole down and killed him.”

“But it didn’t”, you reach out to caress his cheeks, “thank you for keeping me safe.”

“I’ll always keep you safe.”

You feel so grateful for him. So, so grateful that you have to pull him into a kiss. Gentle and filled with eternal love. Jungkook kisses you back with just as much love and his hands cradling your face. You end it with a gentle nudge to his nose.

“Thank you, my love”, you whisper, “I still feel shaken up, but I know that I don’t have anything to worry about because you’re with me.”

“And I always will”, he assures you and seals the promise with a loving kiss. He kisses your cheek afterwards, caressing your skin with his thumb, “now stay, I’m making you some tea to calm the nerves.”

That night, Jungkook holds you as you fall asleep, running his fingers over your scalp until you find peace of mind and rest.

You wake again when you can hear Jungkook leave the bedroom. You check the clock. It’s been an hour since you went to bed. Feeling incredibly cold without his hug and just a little scared without his protection, you roll out of bed to follow him. You follow him all the way to the kitchen.

The lights by the sink were on. Otherwise the room is dark. He is sitting on the counter and is pressing an ice pack to his knuckles.

“Sweetheart, are you okay?” you ask into the silence.

Jungkook lifts his head. His messy hair hangs into his eyes.

“What are you doing up?” he gasps, “go back to bed, sweetheart.”

“I can’t sleep without you. Are you hurting?”

Jungkook removes the ice pack and shows off his bruised, swollen hand.

“I hit him with all my strength. The rings tug into my hand.”

“Holy fuck, it looks terrible. Sweetheart, we should go to the hospital”, you gasp, hurrying to him to take his hand and inspect it.

“It’s okay. It’s just bruised. I can still move my fingers, so nothing’s broken.”

“Kookie”, you press out and lean down to kiss his knuckles, “why didn’t you tell me?”

“I just didn’t wanna worry you.”

“God, no”, you choke out, “I’m so sorry.”

“For what?”

“You got hurt because of me.”

“Hey. Stop that”, he says sternly and tugs you between his legs. He tilts your head up, staring deeply into your eyes. His bruised hand is the one cradling your cheek, “I’d take a fucking bullet for you, so don’t you ever apologise for this again. I’m happy I got these bruises because it means you were safe.”

You whimper and spill tears.

“Hey, my darling”, he speaks softly and pulls you against his chest. He hugs you safely, swaying you from side to side, “everything’s gonna be alright. I’m here now. Your hubby’s here.”

“Kookie, I love you”, you choke out, “I love you so much.”

“Well, I love you too my baby”, he says and kisses the crown of your head, “you should go to sleep, staying awake will only hurt you. I can see how it hurts you.”

“I can’t fall asleep without you.”

“Okay, I’ll just take care of my hand and then we can cuddle.”

“No”, you step back and take his bruised hand, “I wanna take care of it.”

“You don’t have to.”

“No, no I want to”, you say in a tiny, sad voice, shaking your head vigorously.

Jungkook can see that you aren’t yourself right now, that you fell into this very vulnerable, almost child-like headspace. And that this was the result of a traumatic day, which has been dragging on for way too long. You got this way two times before. Once when you found out about your grandparents’ house burning down and the second time was when you dreamt of what happened in the alley years ago and he had to shake you awake. He was there for you on both occasions and he will make sure that he is there for you right now.

“Okay fine”, he gives in because he knows that this is what you need, “but let’s not do it here. Let’s go upstairs.”

“Yes, please.”

Jungkook sits down on the bathtub. Only the small mirror cabinet light is turned on, painting the walls of the bathroom in a faint golden shine. You hurry to your medicine cabinet and take out everything you need.

“Give me your hand”, you ask him quietly.

Jungkook offers it to you, running his thumb over your skin as you inspect him.

“It looks so painful”, you get out and choke down a whimper, “Googie.”

“It’ll heal, don’t worry.”

“Googie, please lets go to the hospital.”

“It’s not that bad, I promise”, he assures you and tilts your head up with two of his fingers holding your chin. His eyes are filled with adoration, “but I’ll go the doctors tomorrow, yeah? So we can be sure that it’s just bruised.”

“Yes, please go”, you pout, “it, it looks so painful.”

“It already hurts a little less because you’re taking care of it.”

A small smile curls at your lips. You lower your eyes and let out a shy giggle. Jungkook smiles upon hearing it, running his thumb over your cheek. He leans in and kisses whatever part of your head he can naturally reach.

“I’ll put cream on it now”, you say.

“Yes, do that. Thank you, sweetie. You’re taking such great care of me”, he speaks softly, guiding his hand from your face to your hip so he can massage it slowly. The touch feels really good to you, letting you know that he will always be there for you.

You make sure to be as careful as possible, spreading the healing cream with nothing more than a featherlight touch. The knuckle on his ring finger carries the smallest of cuts. It’s where he wore his heaviest ring. You look up at him and he gives you a reassuring smile.

“It doesn’t hurt”, he whispers, nodding his head, “keep going, you’re doing so well.”

“You, you really gotta let a doctor look at it tomorrow.”

“I will, baby. Promise. First thing I’ll do is drive to the doctors.”

“Yes. Good”, you say, now moving on to healing the knuckle of his pinky. It only carries a small bruise, “Googie, I wanna stay at home tomorrow. I’m scared to go back.”

“This is totally understandable. I think a day off sounds like a good plan. You deserve to have some rest. I’m sure that Steph can manage the place perfectly. I’ll talk to her after I went to the doctors, yeah?”

You nod your head, “thank you, Googie.”

“Of course baby, don’t mention it.”

You look up at him, “I finished the cream.”

“Yeah?” Jungkook gives your hand a gentle squeeze. It hurts a lot when he does, but he doesn’t let it show for your sake, “it already hurts so much less, thank you baby.”

“Was…was I able to help?”

“Yes baby, you helped a lot”, he assures you and pulls you into his arms. He kisses your cheek and seconds later, has you making yourself smaller so you can rest your head on his shoulder, “thank you so much, I couldn’t have done it any better.”

You snuggle into him, release a shaky breath of relief.

“Now”, he begins and squeezes your buttock, “let’s finally get back to bed and sleep the day off. Yeah?”

“Yeah. I’m so tired.”

Ever since that day, Jungkook closes his shop one hour earlier just so he can stay with you until you close up. And if anyone was wondering, Jungkook kept his promise and went to the doctors. His hand was bruised, but will heal just fine.

#jungkook fanfic #jungkook fanfiction #jungkook scenario #jungkook oneshot #jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #bts scenario #bts oneshot #bts x reader #bts x you #bangtan fanfic #bangtan fanfiction #bangtan scenario #bangtan oneshot #bangtan x reader #bangtan x you #fanfic: ogc

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basil--and--sage · 18 days ago

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first hc that comes to mind for each dwarf. no second thoughts only first ones allowed

anyways kili ate rocks as a kid! (i've seen some people call dwarflings pebbles. fili made fun of him for cannibalism for a bit)

"anyways kili ate rocks as a kid" <- lmaoooo, new favourite headcanon! I saw him more as an earthworm eater, but rocks work, too, lol. And Fíli making fun of him, what a menace.

Alright, headcanons under the cut! Some are inspired by my fic, some are not. The whole thing also got longer than expected 🙈

Thorin:

As soon as he leaves the house, he is magnificent. At home, though, he's the epitome of a middle-aged uncle. Wearing ratty slippers and a wife beater, losing his reading glasses, snoring like an ogre, having weird aches, grunting and coughing in the morning, falling asleep everywhere, etc.

Fíli:

He's quite different from the rest of the family, since he's the shortest, the only one with light hair, and also lacks the Durin temper (except when Kíli insists on getting on his nerves). As a younger Dwarrow this tends to make him self-conscious, but his calm and level-headed disposition will make him a great king later in life.

Kíli:

Kíli is a lot more intelligent and observant than people give him credit for. When he was younger, he was really hurt and offended by other people's opinion of him, but as a young adult he learned to use it to his advantage to either weasel out of unpleasant duties or to learn about things he isn't supposed to know.

Fíli & Kíli (they get an extra one together):

It's always 50/50 how it will go with these two. On the one hand, Kíli looks up to his older brother and can be downright clingy, while Fíli looks after his younger brother and sees it as his duty to keep Kíli as cheerful as he is. They look out for each other, have a lot of shared interests, love spending time with each other and always have each other's back, so don't pick a fight with one of them, unless you are willing to deal with both of them.

On the other hand, Fíli chases Kíli at least once per week around armed with a slipper, while Kíli routinely threatens to throw Fíli, the shorter one of the two, into a pond or down the Dwarven equivalent of a garbage chute (and attempts to do so). About one or two times per year they have an awful row including screaming, crying and throwing things. Though, as soon as somebody tries intervene, they turn against the poor fool as a unit. After some pouting they are back to being the epitome of best friends and caring brothers. At least until the slipper emerges again.

Dís:

She has the driest humour and most of the times her older brother is her target. She teases him all the time. During her lads' childhood she also liked to feign sleep, whenever they went on a rampage, and let her sweating brother deal with it. Her best friend is Glóin's wife (in my fic she is called Máris) and they tell each other the most outrageous stories.

Balin:

He likes to tease his little brother Dwalin and tweaks his nose at least once per day, not even slightly bothered by Dwalin's murderous look. He's about 40 years older than Dwalin and actually a mix between father and older brother to him.

Dwalin:

He looks tough, but is a softie, if he likes someone. He also loves children and regretted snapping at Bain, after he came to realize, how young he still was. So he went and apologized.

He also likes to give nicknames to people. He calls Fíli nugget, since the one time somebody called the lad a vein of gold due to his hair colour, and let's be honest, the lad is more on the smaller side. Kíli is dumpling, since that one time he (over)ate a bunch of them. Gimli is dandelion, because his hair looked like a (red) mature dandelion as a toddler and so on. As soon as he's tipsy, he calls everyone sugar or sweetheart. Still, no one dares to mess with him.

Óin:

Completely unfazed, all the time. He also pretends to have lost his ear trumpet, whenever he doesn't want to get dragged into a discussion.

Glóin:

A hot head, who loves to argue about everything, mostly with Thorin, as soon as they have an ale or two too much. Then they discuss, until their heads are red, before they slap each other jovially on the back and promise to meet up more often from now on.

Dori:

He is very proper, has excellent manners, and also quite the short fuse. If you don't behave he will read you the riot act in the most devastating manner. As a tailor, he also knows no mercy, when people are dressed in an unflattering way, though he is more than willing to help, since he has excellent taste.

Nori:

After the reclamation of Erebor he turns into a phantom. No one, except for the company, has ever seen Nori or can tell what he looks like. Though, maybe be careful what kind of secrets you spill in front of the servant, he might listen more closely than you think. (What can I say, I just love Nori as a spymaster)

Ori:

He's a sweetheart and also incredible awkward around children. Hand him a baby and he will freeze, until you take it back. He is also surprisingly cunning and thus an appreciated member of the court after the reclamation of Erebor.

Bombur:

He doesn't talk much, but when he does, it usually holds water. He gives very solid advice. He's also not only a fast runner, but also a skilful dancer and no one is able to hold a candle to him in regard to stamina on the dance floor.

Bofur:

He's very nice, but he also lacks a little tact and so he sometimes gives out the most devastating back-handed compliments, completely unintentional. No one can make you cry like Bofur, since he's such a sweetheart. Though, he gets better over the years and no one is ever truly angry at him, because he owns up his mistakes and gives the most honest and heartfelt apologies.

Bifur:

He's very caring. You have a bad day? Bifur might not have the right words for you, but he will look after you and when you come home, you'll find a little something in your pocket, maybe a snack, a trinket or a slightly crushed flower. After the Battle of Five Armies and losing the axehead, for a few years he wears hats to protect the wound. Bofur has the time of his life picking them out for his cousin.

Dáin:

Fíli and Kíli call him uncle Piggy and he has a whole troop of pigs. The cuter the name, the more dangerous the pig. So, you may go and pet The Devastator, but stay clear of Little Amethyst, since she will bite your fingers off.

Dáin's son Thorin III Stonehelm:

Thorin's biggest fan. He might hyperventilate as soon as they make eye contact, which is quite surprising, since he's otherwise known to be a steadfast lad, despite his young age. Though, witnessing Thorin's uncle mode for the first time, helps a lot with that.

Did I miss a Dwarf?

Thanks for the ask! This was fun :)

#the hobbit #thorin #fili #kili #dis #balin #dwalin #oin #gloin #dori #nori #ori #bombur #bifur #bofur #dain #stonehelm #my stuff #headcanons #asks #ashyjingles

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here4tripitaka · 3 months ago

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JTTW chapter 54: Much Ado About Getting Your Passport Stamped (Sexual Harassment Survival Edition)

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Alright. Let’s start with a chapter 54-themed personality quiz. (Is this allowed in book club? I don’t know.)

1. There’s someone drop-dead gorgeous around. How do you react?

(A) I turn red, cry and wish the whole thing wasn’t happening.

(B) I have a treasure staff and I’m not afraid to conk people on the head if they sleaze on my friends.

(D) I don’t know, I didn’t notice. I was too busy teasing Bajie about his recent pregnancy.

(E) I drool and try to get them to marry me, obviously.

(F) I eat hay and chill out. I’ve already had one disastrous wedding.

2. Your friend has just broken up with somebody. How do you show up for them?

(A) I don’t know. I’m the hot one. My friends usually have to show up for me, not the other way around.

(B) Show up for them? What do you mean show up for them? I was the one who told him to love ‘em and leave ‘em in the first place.

(D) I make sure they have space to heal by bashing any new suitors over the head with a treasure staff.

(E) I’m right here, all saddled up and ready to gallop my friend outta here before his ex knows what’s hit her.

Aaaalright. Let me back up a bit. I am so excited to discover that there’s a book club for JTTW. Especially for Yu’s translation. This is all of my JTTW fandom dreams come true.

Full disclosure, I watched the 1986 TV adaption to catch up on volumes 1 and 2. I wanna circle back and read them too. But in the meantime, HERE WE ARE.

Now, before we get into chapter 54, may we have a moment of silence to mourn the fact that I missed getting to do chapter 53 with y’all. I kind of wanted Tripitaka to have that baby. Just saying.

Anyway, let’s get to it.

I have to love this chapter, if only because it is firmly established as canon that Tripitaka is a BABE. No need to be subtle - the whole of the public is standing on the street, screaming that human seeds are coming:

His hotness is so overwhelming that people are sitting around, biting their fingers and shaking. It’s a lot:

Hot or not? The question soon becomes a matter of royal interest:

Happily for all, Tripitaka is a certified hottie:

His disciples, however, are not. They are so un-hot, in fact, that the queen wants them out of the queendom:

Maybe that’s why there are no men in the queendom: nobody but Tripitaka has ever been cute enough to make the cut. That or the queen just didn’t want potential spirits in her queendom. I’m not sure.

Anyway, back to Tripitaka’s looks. The Grand Preceptor is into him:

The narrator is into him:

The queen is into him:

And I mean REALLY into him:

“Ride the phoenix”, hey. Oh dear. But wait, there’s more:

And yet more:

So. We get the message. Tripitaka is the celibate babe of your dreams.

Tripitaka bears this all like the very epitome of blushing, virginal chastity. He’s startled:

He’s wordless:

He’s blushing and averting his gaze:

He’s physically shaking:

He’s straight up crying:

Then he pulls himself together and rallies strangely well:

What a turnaround. He’s gone from crying, blushing and speechless to calmly advocating for Bajie’s stomach. The queen’s “fragrant shoulders”, “peachlike cheeks” and “scented mouth” don’t phase him now.

I mean, hell, he’s even making small talk about vegetarianism. Those snuggles and smiles don’t throw him:

He gives a wedding toast. He calmly brushes off the queen’s attempts to hasten his coronation. He makes smalltalk about his religious name, his disciples’ origins, their mission from Guan Yin, everything. Who even needs Wukong? Suddenly, Tripitaka has GOT this.

When the time comes to complete the ruse, he smoothly talks the queen into letting him “send off” his disciples, before breaking it to her:

Well, what can you do. A lot of marriages do get annulled these days.

All hormones aside, let’s remember what this was about, at least for the guys: getting their passport stamped.

That’s their whole reason for playing along with this:

That and the fact that they didn’t want to bash up human women if it could be avoided.

And here it is - the magic moment of passport certification:

I feel like that could have been a bit more dramatic, considering. Still, when I read this, I couldn’t help but think, “Is this going to come back to bite them somehow - the fact that these three are now individually listed on the passport?” But I must remember that this is not some highly technical legal drama, and that nobody but me would be excited by a tale of bureaucratic paper wars over the passport particulars.

Anyway. You would think that Wukong could have just snuck in, stamped the passport and got them out of there. I think he honestly just found it funny how worked up Tripitaka gets about women, and preferred to stick around for the feast and the laughs.

Now, you may be thinking, “But hey, I’m still not quite sure after all of that - is Tripitaka really that attractive? And does it really, really matter?” FEAR NOT. This ain't over yet. Tripitaka has now been kidnapped by a woman who definitely wants to boink him, and his friends aren’t there to protect him. What will ensue? Will there be further sulking and blushing? We can only hope for a further, detailed investigation of the narrative significance of his hotness.

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anonymousewrites · 1 year ago

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One Hell of a Love (Book 1) Chapter Seven

Sebastian Michaelis x Demon! Reader

Chapter Seven: One Hell of a Reaper

Summary: (Y/N) and Sebastian fight a Reaper.

Grell slashed at (Y/N) and Sebastian wildly as they dodged and flipped around to avoid her attack. “Two demons and a reaper!” said Grell gleefully. “Ah, I wonder if it really is impossible for us to understand each other.” She leapt into the air after (Y/N) as they dodged onto the roofs. “What a Shakespearian tragedy! Two loves that cannot be! Ah, (Nickname)! Wherefore art thou (Nickname) and Bassy?!” She pushed off and wall and drew close to (Y/N).

Sebastian jumped into the air and kicked between Grell and (Y/N) to force Grell to flip to another roof and move away from (Y/N). The two demons regarded her carefully as she continued her laments and flirtations.

“If you were to throw away the name given by your masters and only look at me…perhaps we could be meant to be!” cried Grell dramatically.

“You’re too loud. Like a puppy dog,” said (Y/N). They narrowed their eyes. “I don’t like dogs.”

Sebastian smirked at their words as Grell gasped in offense. She deserved it for being such a nuisance. “I will say just one thing. From the moment my master named me Sebastian, I was baptized in the contract, and from that day forth, I truly became Sebastian, as I vowed by the moon.”

(Y/N) had to admit they understood why Grell was so fascinated with Sebastian. With such poetry, such power, and such an appearance in the moonlight, Sebastian was the epitome of the demonic beauty that tempted so many humans.

“A vow that sways as the moon waxes and wanes?” scoffed Grell. “You are quite the inconsistent man.” She smirked. “Your eyes are filled with impurity that loves absolutely nothing. You are a demon that befouls pure souls with your hands and lips.”

(Y/N)’s eyes flicked to Sebastian, and his eyes gleamed fuchsia. Neither demon felt bad about any of the acts they had committed over the centuries.

“Ah, how splendid you both are! I can’t decide, I must have both!” cried Grell, blushing. “Hold me in your arms and kiss me until I lose my mind!”

“Please stop. That is disgusting,” said Sebastian, shivering.

“I think she already has lost her mind,” said (Y/N).

“How cruel to reject my love!” cried Grell. Her chainsaw revved to life. “Beautiful tyrant!” she cried to Sebastian as she swung at him. Whirling on (Y/N), she forced them to dodge as she praised them, “Angelic demon!” Sebastian grabbed Grell’s wrist to keep her from moving. “Raven with heart-shaped wings!” (Y/N) stamped down on the Death Scythe to jam it into the ground. “A ferocious kitten!” She sighed dramatically as the demons held her back. “Ah, if only morning would never come, we would be able to continue our love like this forever! But our adventure must end here,” she cooed. “Let us part with a kiss!” Grell slammed her forehead against Sebastian’s, and he jerked back. “A thousand farewells!” She swung her chainsaw down on (Y/N) and sliced through their front. “Now, allow me to see your devilishly dramatic record!”

Blood flew through the air as (Y/N) stumbled back and scraps of their Cinematic Record spiraled into the air. They gripped their chest as they watched pieces of their memories be exposed.

Sebastian and Grell watched a roll of film fly by, dark with a hand stretching up towards the sun and people’s faces obscured by a watery prison. Another glowed with flames as angry mortals screamed and shouted.

But those scraps flew by in flash, merely seconds in the full extent of (Y/N)’s life. The rest of the memories Grell managed to grab were just…the four troublesome servants causing issues at the mansion.

(Y/N) narrowed their eyes as they watched Grell cry out at not getting anything more interesting. They panted as they held their chest, angry at Grell trying to get to their memories like that. Those were personal.

Sebastian’s eyes became slits beside (Y/N). He glanced at them, his blood boiled, and his eyes flashed fuchsia. Grell had to go.

“Just what the hell is this?!” cried Grell as she watched the other servants of the household run around like hooligans.

“Their recent time here on Earth has been filled without nothing but that,” said Sebastian, smirking.

“I have no interest in such domestic flashbacks!” said Grell, pouting. “I saw something good! I want it back!”

“Grell.” (Y/N) smiled with their eyes closed, but it was chilling. “If you try to pry again, I’ll tear you to pieces in a firsthand experience of what I’ve done to people in my time as a demon.”

Grell shivered. “Oh, now that really gets me going!” She jumped at (Y/N), but Sebastian kicked her back decisively.

“Ah, (Y/N), your dress is ruined,” said Sebastian. He sighed as he pulled their coat from overtop their dress. (Y/N) raised an eyebrow but allowed him to take it. “It was not my wish to employ this sort of tactic, but I have no choice.”

“You’re finally going to be serious with me, then?” cooed Grell. “Let’s put an end to this with the next blow! Farewell to this world! Let us be bonded to each other in the next, darlings!”

She leapt at the demons, and Sebastian threw up (Y/N)’s coat and jammed it into the Death Scythe. Grell stared in surprise as the blades stopped turning.

“Hey!” she cried, trying to pull the fabric out.

“That jacket is made from the finest Yorkshire wool. You will find that there’s a lot of friction in wool production,” said Sebastian. “Once it is woven, it is quite hard to tear apart. I didn’t want to use it, but you had already ruined it.” He smirked and stood over Grell with (Y/N). “Well then, I have a bit of confidence in plain fistfights.”

“Absolutely,” said (Y/N), smirking darkly at Sebastian.

“W-Wait a minute!” said Grell. “Please, not the face!”

Sebastian kicked Grell in the face and sent her flying off the roof and falling to the ground below. (Y/N) attacked in the air, punching her so she hit the ground hard. The demons landed beside Ciel as he glanced at the reaper lying in a heap before looking at them.

“You’re in quite the state,” said Ciel, glancing at Sebastian’s torn shoulder and (Y/N)’s bloody front.

“We had a little resistance,” said (Y/N) distastefully.

“Hey!” cried Grell.

Sebsatian’s eyes slid to Grell. “My, that’s a reaper for you. I suppose you would not die from blows alone.”

“But Sebastian, she was so kind and brought along her own weapon,” said (Y/N), smirking playfully.

�� “You’re right, she did,” said Sebastian, smirking and picking up the Death Scythe. “And a reaper’s scythe can cut through anything, which means it should be able to cut through you, right?”

“Wh-what?” stammered Grell from the ground. “W-wait a moment!”

Sebastian stamped down on Grell. “It is quite unpleasant to be stepped upon. Doing the stepping, however, feels good.”

“It hurts!” cried Grell dramatically.

“I hope so,” chirped (Y/N).

“Young Master, even though this hideous reprobate is a reaper, a god of death, are you prepared to accept the consequences of killing her?” questioned Sebastian.

“Are you trying to make me give the same order twice?” snapped Ciel.

“Understood,” said Sebastian. He pulled the wool coat from the Death Scythe, and it roared to life.

“W-wait!” cried Grell.

“My, you do have an attractive screaming voice,” said Sebastian slyly. He raised the chainsaw above his head. “Let me reward you.” He was going to be immensely satisfied by ending Grell’s life, for more reasons than just being ordered by Ciel. “I will let you depart via this beloved toy of yours!” He looked at (Y/N). “Ready?”

“Absolutely,” said (Y/N).

Sebastian smirked. “Perfect.” He swung the chainsaw down.

A metallic object stretched out from above and blocked the attack before it reached Grell. Sebastian and (Y/N)’s eyes snapped up to see another man standing over them. He wore a suit and spectacles and had the same fluorescent eyes as Grell. It was another reaper.

“Forgive me for interrupting you mid-conversation,” said the reaper formally. “I am one of the supervisors of the Reaper Dispatch Organization. William T. Spears. I have come to take that reaper back.”

“Will! William!” cried Grell gratefully. “You came to save m—!” Her head was slammed into the ground as William landed basically on top of her.

“Dispatcher Grell Sutcliffe, you have committed several regulations violations,” reported William. “First, the elimination of those not on the To Die list. Next, the use of a non-sanctioned Death Scythe. And finally, the disclosure of information pertaining to the lives and circumstances of death of the aforementioned departed.” He bowed to (Y/N) and Sebastian. “I apologize profusely for any inconvenience caused by this.” Sebastian and (Y/N) were not impressed, nor were they moved by William extended a business card to them. “Here is my business card.” William raised an eyebrow distastefully. “Honestly. Having to bow my head to vermin like you really does smear mud across the reaper name.”

(Y/N) scoffed, and Sebastian replied, “Well, in order for you not to cause the ‘vermin’ further inconvenience, please keep a close watch. Humans are vulnerable to temptation. When they are forced to stand on the hellish precipice of despair, they will unfailingly take any route out of it that appears to them, no matter what kind of web it tangles them in, no matter what kind of person they are.”

“The ones who take advantage of that and taunt humans are you demons, no?” said William stiffly.

“Neither of us deny it,” said (Y/N), smiling pleasantly.

William glanced at Sebastian and then at Ciel, knowing they were contracted. “I suppose that those dogs kept leashed as pets are better than the mad dogs that roam around with no principles.” His eyes moved to (Y/N). “The ones who can go about as they please are troublesome strays.”

(Y/N)’s eyes flashed fuchsia, and they smiled. “I’m no dog.”

William tsked before looking down at Grell. “Well, then, we shall return, Grell Sutcliffe.” He grabbed her hair and began dragging her behind him. “My goodness, at a time when we’re already short-handed, once again, I won’t get to leave today. Of course, the director will scold us anyway…If I keep having to do overtime like this—”

Sebastian threw Grell’s Death Scythe at William. The reaper caught it between two fingers.

“You forgot that,” said Sebastian with a “pleasant” smile.

“Thank you,” said William with cold civility, letting the Death Scythe lay on Grell’s stomach carelessly. He adjusted his glasses. “Well, then, excuse us.” William pulled Grell after him, and they disappeared into the night.

(Y/N) put their hands on their hips. They were disappointed at not getting to finish Grell off, especially for having nearly exposed their private memories, but at least the reaper was gone. Their hand traced over their chest, but although blood stained the clothes, the skin beneath was already healing due to their demonic nature.

Sebastian glanced at (Y/N) and then at their wound. Satisfied that they were recovering well, he turned to Ciel, who sat beside Madame Red’s body. “I must apologize. I let the other half of Jack the Ripper escape,” he said.

“It’s fine. It’s over,” said Ciel dully. Sebastian stepped over to guide Ciel to his feet, but he slapped Sebastian’s hand away. “I can stand on my own.”

“So, the funeral arrangements went to plan?” remarked (Y/N), pulling a red rose petal from the shoulder of Sebastian’s jacket. They had known Ciel planned to give Madame Red a true departure in red as she would have wanted.

“Yes,” said Sebastian. “The Young Master created quite the impression.”

“Just as the Madame would have wanted,” said (Y/N). They turned and went back to folding clothes (better to keep Mey-Rin away from this since she had somehow managed to tear several pieces of clothing last time).

“I will never understand the need for humans to have such a ceremony surrounding death. They spend their short lives fearing it and yet obsess over it at the same time,” said Sebastian in amusement.

(Y/N) paused in their work. “Death is the one thing they cannot avoid. They cannot beat it once it comes for them. And as we have seen over the centuries, all it takes is a moment for death to arrive, and then they have to face the unknown.”

Sebastian cocked his head. “Do you speak from observation or experience?” He gazed at (Y/N) as they slowly put the shirt they were folding down.

(Y/N)’s eyes were fuchsia as they met his gaze. “My…mortal life was long ago. I faced death and came out of it stronger.”

Sebastian smiled. “Yes, you did.” He remembered the same look in their eyes the first time he had ever seen them, the same weight of knowing a human life before becoming a demon. And he found it as fascinating now as he had then.

(Y/N) blinked as they saw a strange look in his eyes. The fuchsia left their eyes as they relaxed. Sebastian wasn’t disrespecting them for having been human, nor was he prying. (Y/N) respected his slight, very slight, honor.

“I speak from experience,” said (Y/N), simply, answering his original question. “As a demon I know that once I die there is nothing else for me. As a human, I didn’t know what awaited me, not really. That is why mortals have such a fascination with death despite their fear.”

Sebastian raised an eyebrow. “And those two older memories that appeared. Were those your death and experience after?”

(Y/N) was silent. Sebastian had never asked about their human death. They had never spoken about it. “They are what led to my death.”

“Do you feel shame about your human life?” questioned Sebastian suddenly.

“Excuse me?” (Y/N)’s eyes flashed. “I died and came back a demon. I’ve lived for centuries bringing justice and power to those who are preyed upon by other humans. What do I have to be ashamed of?”

Sebastian chuckled as (Y/N) spoke before he opened his eyes. His eyes were glowing in the evening’s creeping darkness. He reached up, and his hand brushed over their skin. “Nothing. No demon like you should be ashamed of anything.” He smirked. “I chose to teach you for a reason.”

“Because I had already died?” remarked (Y/N), eyes darting to Sebastian’s hand. They should be worried about his touch, uncomfortable as usual, but they weren’t. They stood calmly before Sebastian.

“Because you had strength already,” said Sebastian.

(Y/N) raised an eyebrow and was about to ask what that meant, but Sebastian smiled and stepped back. “Continue with your work. We shall have a busy day ahead of us tomorrow.” And with that, he left (Y/N) alone.

(Y/N) gripped the shirt in their hand tightly before letting it fall to the table they were working at. What was that? (Y/N) sighed and ran a hand through their hair. They were a damn demon. They shouldn’t be at all offput with someone being that close. They’ve literally seduced dozens of people. But for some reason, Sebastian made them actually have a reaction.

Pushing aside the feelings wasn’t working. (Y/N) couldn’t escape the thoughts. They were attracted to Sebastian. They liked him far more than a demon should like anyone. They liked the one demon who respected them but was also so skilled as a demon that he didn’t get attached to anyone.

Damn.

Sebastian quietly watched the stray cats hanging around the mansion eat the scraps of food he had given them. Ordinarily, he’d be cuddling and cooing over the cats by now, but his mind was otherwise engaged. As much as Sebastian attempted to ignore it, the picture of (Y/N)’s blood spilling flitted through his mind continuously.

(Y/N) had come closer to death than he had ever seen them.

And Sebastian hated it. He hated it because he was attached and he didn’t want to let them go. Sebastian narrowed his eyes. (Y/N) may have seemed unconcerned due to having already died before—which also made Sebastian angry since if drowning or flames were part of their death that was suffering he wished to impose on whoever had caused it—but Sebastian hat despised the situation. He wanted to keep them close. He shouldn’t want the bond, but he did.

Sebastian straightened. He was attracted to (Y/N). He was attracted to the strange, human-born demon that respected him and earned his own respect and honor.

And now he had admitted it.

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hyperraduo22 · 1 year ago

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my dps roman empires

cuz i keep seeing those videos with my love mine all mine on my feed with consistently ugly-sob-inducing stories and roman empires so now i have this long list i wanna share

+ may include some little facts here and there for anyone new in the fandom

• anderperry’s entire relationship and dynamic

literally no explanation needed on why it’s the top of the list and the first thing i wrote down

the whole hourglass and icarus x the sun dynamics makes me sob every time without fail

someone rewrite the script so they have a happy ending please

also me: wym they already do?? they got married and went to new york??????

• charlie and neil :(((

• thinking about charlie’s experience and dealing with grief post-expulsion

• todd’s entire character

bro makes my quiet x anxious kid heart go brrr

like just thinking about the little implications of his behavior and what’s said about his brother in the script makes me wanna cry and scream and throw a tantrum

he really represents the epitome of all quiet shy kids out there and i really appreciate it

• dead poet’s society but from cameron’s perspective

i understand y’all wanting to punch and yell at him and show no forgiveness but i also think you should give a bit of sympathy for this kid

he doesn’t know any better just like charlie or any of the other poets

damn this movie does a great job of showing reality and the fact that there’s no real enemies

• dead poet’s society but from pitts’s perspective 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

like i’d pay to see this honestly

• pitts’s screen time :((((

my underrated boy :(((((

• pitts and cameron’s dynamic

i KNOW we see these two talking in the background and seeing him make cameron laugh and smile the most compared to everyone else

like??? i wanna see more?????

cameron being outwardly comfortable around someone finally???

• the fact that all the movie's events ensued as they’re all high schoolers

like idk if there’s a canonical age for any of them but whether they’re juniors or seniors the trauma is still the same

• the thoughts of the kids who stood up on their desks at the end of the movie

how are they dealing with keating being away now? how do they view life in general?? did they really appreciate keatings class???? would they join the dps if they had the chance???????

• hopkins’s portrayal

its kind of a 50/50 since bro barely has screen time, yet i see his character oftentimes being portrayed as the class asshole

i think it’s clear that him and his friends commit tomfoolery and are overall jerks but to think that he’s the more sensible, level-headed guy makes a lot of sense to me—kinda similar to charlie in a way

like he knows limits and when to not push them even if he doesn’t come off that way. all bro does is chill in class and stare off into the windows daydreaming (as shown in the whole ripping out the poetry intro scene). bro doesn’t wanna be there. he’s just chilling and honestly same💀

• spencer’s actual treatment in the movie

ik we love this man, and our headcanons (or at least what i’ve seen and my own for the most part) say that people treat him well but low key everyone be on his shit

like it brings up the question of whether or not this is considered bullying cause any scene i see he’s either blatantly shoved around or even the guys around him purposely steal his medicine and pass it around so he can’t have it (including stick participating in this)-

like i think there’s some limits to being a jerk and idk how spencer really feels throughout the movie cuz he’s a background character :////

• HANDSOME ASS BACKGROUND CHARACTERS AND THEIR SCREEN TIMES = UNFAIR! CRIMINAL !!!!!

• the fact that ginny’s character just gets completely cutout. like she has a few lines to begin with and then the movie comes out and she ends up being a non-speaking extra in the play like i’m- what happened???

• tina and gloria / girl characters portrayed in dps in general

let me explain cuz i love them but also feel bad for their characters

like low key they’re just used as experiments for the cave (implied by charlie in a deleted scene that wasn’t recovered although i think this part is in the original script as well if i remember correctly)

although he brings them back a second time in a deleted scene where they’re all dancing around outside of the cave on the night of the play only for him to make out with one of them in another deleted scene that wasn’t recovered… (( this was revealed in an old interview on someone working behind the scenes btw ))

so like i kinda feel bad for them. like y’all just there for show but i wish you had more lines and other purposes besides possibly not passing a bechdel test ://////

^ lowkey this same concept is kinda seen with chris’s character too. like all she’s there for is a romantic interest for knox. like cmon now she’s one of the main female characters and THIS is what she gets. i wanna know more about my girl chris!!!!

and i kind of understand why it’s set up this way since y’know it’s an all male boarding school in the 1950s—how do you fit female characters in and how are they viewed? it’s not the greatest setup of all time

• ANDERPERRY DELETED SCENE ON THE DOCK NOT MAKING IT INTO THE FILM LIKE OUT OF ALL DELETED SCENES THAT ONE IS THE REALLY IMPORTANT ONE !!!!!!!!!!!!!

• the deleted scene of the poets carrying neil’s coffin 🚶‍♂️

like goodbye. doors closed. tears shed.

kinda glad it’s not in the movie cuz i would’ve sobbed uncontrollably even more than neil’s death

• todd’s poem

another deleted scene that really rearranges my internal organs

the fact that him reading this poem was supposed to be in tandem/include shots with neil’s death-

why do the writers want us to cry rivers?????

BUT ALSO ITS FUNNY ASF IF YALL WATCH THIS DELETED SCENE WHEN TODD IS TELLING THEM WHAT TO REPEAT BETWEEN VERSES, ONE OF THE POETS GOES “what??🤨”

I’M SORRY TODD IK YOURE TRYING BUT THAT LITTLE AIRHEADED ASS “what?” IS SO FUNNY TO ME

• the fact that in the very first version of the script, keating was supposed to have cancer

I FORGOT ABOUT THIS UNTIL LAST MINUTE

LIKE Y’ALL ADMITTED THAT YOU WANTED TO HAVE A SCENE OF KEATING DYING IN A HOSPITAL AND WERE PONDERING ON WHETHER HIS CHARACTER SHOULD HAVE A FATAL ILLNESS FOR THREE DAYS ?!?!?

thank god y’all made the right decision and rewrote the script to take that out

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thatgirlsza · 21 days ago

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Tapout

Jon Moxley x fem reader

To the resident Captain Cunt (lol)

Jon was not a submission specialist conceivably. It was well known that he was more known for being the epitome of outright violence. Rewarding opponents who saw him as meek and small with mouthfuls of his bandaged fists, a back filled with the glass of florescent light tubes and splinters from busting them through tables.

However, there was one submission Moxley was talented in. You would tap out every single time. Your feet would be slack in the air, shoes, this time a pair of heels, threatening to slip off. The only thing saving them is the flex of your foot when you throw your head back writhing. The rest of your leg bent at the knee, which happened to the so close to your face that a glob of spit dribbled down your lips, ruining your pretty red lipstick and threatening to smdge at your knee. Well, what was left of said lipstick.

Your thighs quivering under his burly, calloused hands, thumbs on the side of your folds, fat and prying you open. The rough pads make you vulnerable to his curious and skilled tongue. The wet muscle sweeps up the slick you keep pouring out for him, his specialized fountain he would joke in his head. The thought made him smile against you. Jon's face is so close to yours because of the way he folds you. Like a floding chair, he simply can't get to fold. Your teary eyes look at his blue one filled with mirth as he drags his tongue against you. Slit to clit to slit then back up to clit. A kiss placed on it. The sight made your eyes shoot up, your lashes fluttering.

"Fuck..." you continue to mewl watching him cock his head, an embarrassing loud kiss on your aching heat, his eyes closing enjoying savouring your decadent taste of you gave to him and only him. Your hands at his nape. Tap tap tap. He knew that meant, you were about to cum straight into his mouth and he would have no choice but to drink you up. Tap tap tap. The knot was so close to snapping, eyes a suggestion under your lashes. So close he could practically smell it. Well, he loved that, he could smell all of you like this. But he needed more, he stiffens his tongue around your clit, the poor bundle stiffing and shaking at your fast-approaching orgasms.

Your sobs fill up the locker room, crying something Jon can hardly hear, thighs tightening about his head stopping him from any sort of escape. You need to cum, he needed you to, getting impatient and the way your pubic mound bucked into his already flush nose was enough for him to let off the command. "Cum." He mouthed on your cunt, the vibrations of his voice reverberating into your cunt and flooding back out in your orgasm. With your ankles locked together Moxley feels your legs crush him as he skillfully licks you through your high. You back arching off the benches and voice damn near a bloody scream. The high is so much, too intoxicating, too sweet to intense that it takes longer than usual for your muscles to go slack, legs falling on Jon's back as he finishes cleaning you up of his administration.

"Fuck, you're the best Mox."

#pro wrestling #czw #aew #wwe #jon moxley #dean ambrose #smut #fem reader #x reader #jon moxley x reader #dean ambrose x reader

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m1ckeyb3rry · 4 months ago

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OMG ITS LITERALLY WHAT WEVE TALKED ABOUT LMFAOOOO the “nikos only 15” and ofc aiku being aiku and Barou being like “can u stfu” also I lowk forgot that the special exhibition art (the colorings you reblogged recently) had niko and aiku tgt LMAO truly destiny

Wait I almost forgot about that moment bc YEAH FR I remember thinking in that moment like “is bro a kdrama watcher????” Nagi truly is an enigma

I’m ngl I was (am..??? I just forgot abt the concern until just now ig) worried that they’d make the entire first episode the wildcard thing but surely not..!!!! Surely not….lowk I don’t think there’s even enough content there to fill whole episode (I hope) only because I really couldn’t gaf about Shidou or igaguri

NO FR IVE BEEN TRYING TO GET PEOPLE ON THE CHIGIRI MAN AGENDA FOR AGES (I say that having not interacted with like any of the fandom) because his hair is the only thing that really sticks out as not typical dude (bro does NOT use 3 in 1 shampoo) but lowk I think that’s also just because of his meticulous/picky nature for things? We see him taking a lot of time for his knee too ofc but other than that he’s such a dude HSHSHS like are we forgetting all the dude bro muscle screaming moments he has to get hyped up with Barou and zantetsu after the 3v3 and leading up to the 4v4 and also he’s had his moments on field too like…fanon characterizations really are the epitome of wrong (oops)

Bro I’m just imagining the two otoyas meeting like you’re typical like multiverse crossover episode hollyhocks like “yeah bro I’m an assassin” and bllk otoyas “like sick dudeee I get hella girls” and hollyhock otoya replies with “ayo that’s my boy, would’ve been me if I weren’t busy killing ppl smh” LMAOOOO

No matter the au Yukimiyas always dying surrounded by idiots LMAOOO he just never wins…the “unfortunately there’s ness” has me howling AHAHAHA real there are no ness enjoyers here

Karasu being a softie and picking up random animals so real and yuki is so done with his shit but POKEMON AU I also forgot we had a section in our convo abt that (not specifically your au but pokemon in general) omg…can you drop some hints from the outline….im Lowk curious what kinda story you’d write i don’t think I’ve ever seen a pokemon au fic (no pressure ofc!! Only if u wanna show it LOL)

LMFAOAOAOAOA YOURE NOT AKAZA IS BRUTAL YOU JUST KILLED THE MAN stop im crying that would’ve been such a funny response (although kinda mean shdgshshs) what is your strat for rejecting these people because i can only imagine you’d have a shit ton of opps if they took your words the wrong way omg

NOOO OUR STREAK it’s ok we can erase this outlier….also lowk I think it’s maybe just the game art style if you showed me a pic of yuki making this face in the manga or in fanart I’d think he looked hot but something about the eye sizing and like his mouth isn’t consistent and throws it off for me…like if they exaggerated his smirk a bit more and adjust the left eye shape to kinda follow the sharper “angry” look as opposed to just leaving it completely normal maybe it’d be better….atp it sounds like im just saying “make a Karasu face” oops

- Karasu anon

LMAOOO RIGHT IT WAS SO PERFECT aiku trying to be the big bro of the ubers but mommy barou is NOTT letting his bs slide 😭 i also love the headcanon of aiku trying to be bffs w barou meanwhile barou has 0 interest and thinks aiku is an idiot (deep down he actually thinks he’s chill but he would NEVER admit that) also poor niko the mdni sign killed me 😩

when he said that i was like 😮 because it was so random??? but honestly he’s so real for that…average nagimira activities are just us rewatching crash landing on you and relating the characters to people we know irl KFNDKSKSK

OKAY if i have to make a prediction they’re going to start the episode with the flashback almost like a prologue?? reo will be the narrator introducing what the scenario is, we see the confrontation + game + outcome, and then we cut back to ego announcing top six and explaining the premise of the third selection ☝🏻 that way the hype for shidou is built up but the rest of the top six are also introduced and we can get right into the third selection from there since there’s also the entire u20 arc that’s supposed to fit into this season so they can’t delay too much

OKAY PLUS CHIGIRI HAS AN OLDER SISTER WHO HE’S REALLY CLOSE WITH as someone who gets along rlly well with my own little brother you KNOW that man has a meticulous skin and haircare routine because i’d literally make fun of him if he didn’t…tbh those are the vibes chigiri gives me 😩 but agreed i mean he’s honestly manlier than isagi (he also has a pretty deep voice) and despite having a “pretty” appearance he doesn’t necessarily act as such ☝🏻 except in official arts but lbr official arts are lowkey the fanon versions of characters half of the time anyways

PLSSS can you imagine the hollyhock characters meeting their current time counterparts 😭 like the two otoyas are just dapping each other up because their living each other’s dreams meanwhile bllk karasu’s just like “wtf i’m the general of the army and eventually become shogun and my best friend is a baddie ⁉️” and hollyhock karasu is like “eh ig so” and bllk karasu’s like “why are you depressed then dawg that’s fire” and hollyhock karasu is like “i miss otoya and y/n ☹️” FJDJDJSJSJ omg poor yukimiya though he’d definitely be like “why tf am i a villain 😭😭😭” meanwhile hollyhock yuki is like “🤷🏻 it was coachella 2016 that was the vibe at the time”

bro save yukimiya he’s actually a victim he needs to become friends w aiku and barou (new diva trio) because idt he can actually take being a trio w karasu and otoya longer…OKAY HEAR ME OUT instead of tabieitaken it’s tabieitaryu (karasu + otoya + SHIDOU i think that would be such a peak dynamic) and then yuki seeks refuge w the ubers or mancity groups because he could easily be close w reo or barou i can rlly see either…ALTERNATIVELY in actual canon let’s see a yukimiya and kunigami team up ☝🏻 GET YUKI OFF THE BENCH, GET US A WILDCARD FLASHBACK, AND LET THE BOYS W THE FUCKED UP BODIES AND DESTRUCTIVE THEMES LINK UP AND SCORE THE FINAL GOAL 🙏🏻 it would be a good way to utilize kunigami i think (since he’s not rlly done much post wildcard) and also to reinforce why yuki was literally number five in the third selection

OFCCC I CAN TALK ABT THE POKÉMON AU i actually wrote it in my notes app so i’ll just type instead of giving screenshots since that’ll end up as a lot 😭

so basically the gist of it is the mc is barou’s younger cousin or sister or smth (rip barou male lead but the familial bond is the main theme of the story so he’s still important) and he disappears to go on a journey when he’s of age and he’s never heard from again!! originally mc doesn’t want to go on a journey but eventually she’s decides she has to in order to find barou ☝🏻 they don’t live close enough to a professor for her to get an actual starter so she takes the sibling of barou’s first pokemon, which is a houndour, so that’s her starter!! she goes through the region in search of barou, collecting badges and meeting the crew (who i will elaborate on in the next paragraph hehe) and catching pokémon/having various misadventures etc etc but eventually they realize an evil team (because is it a pokémon au if there’s no evil team) is after them after originally thinking mc is one of them because of her houndour as they believe the crew is a threat to the team’s goals 😨 it’s eventually revealed when mc breaks into the base that the leader is barou HOWEVER barou is very clearly acting strange and it turns out he actually died right before challenging the champion of the region and the evil team used a ghost pokémon to puppeteer his body so that they could use his team since he basically had the strongest team in the region and would’ve been champion if he didn’t die 😓 the evil team wants to get rid of pokémon training as a system because they believe it takes advantage of the unfortunate (such as nagi) which the mc does agree with but she can’t agree with their methods and especially possessing barou’s corpse 😭 so she and her houndoom kill barou for good which leads barou’s own houndoom to basically kill itself (the rest of his pokémon are inherited by mc and mostly like her because they realize how much she loved barou and how she never stopped looking for him) and this proves aiku’s theory that pokémon do form familial bonds as mc’s houndoom mourns for its brother (also ik i just mentioned nagi and aiku without context but i’ll explain who they are now + their teams and hopefully it’ll make more sense then!!)

so the main group that reader travels with is herself, tullia, otoya, and karasu!! otoya is the descendant of an exiled clan and he’s trying to regain their honor by being a legitimate trainer instead of all sneaky the way his family members were, karasu is the younger brother of the region’s flying-type gym leader (yayoi 🥹) and he ran away from home to prove himself as a trainer in his own right, and tullia is an aspiring pokémon breeder who’s basically training up her own pokémon so people want their offspring?? if that makes sense lol

mc’s team: houndoom [starter], gyarados, aegislash, donphan, galvantula, dragalge

barou’s team: houndoom [starter], pangoro, zoroark, krookodile, sharpedo, weavile

otoya’s team: greninja [starter], ampharos, blissey, sylveon, ninetales, altaria

tullia’s team: infernape, lilligant, vivillon, lanturn, granbull, hitmonchan (all pokémon mentioned to be somehow helpful to people, particularly attractive/used as companions, or, in hitmonchan’s case, having offspring with multiple evolutions [without being basic and just giving her an eevee])

karasu’s team: honchkrow [starter], pidgeot, staraptor, talonflame, garchomp, lucario (he mostly has flying type pokémon because yayoi kept giving him rejected gym pokémon to keep for himself; lucario and garchomp are the only ones he catches himself)

then we have a lot of recurring characters, some who appear more than others (ex nagi has a lot of appearances because he’s my goat whereas hiori and isagi don’t have as many)

yukimiya wants to be a battler like the rest but because of his frail health and eyes he’s forced to be a coordinator and model however he’s actually quite talented at battling so he helps mc in training and move efficiency and whatnot whenever he sees her

team: breloom [starter] , steelix, alakazam, noivern, manectric, azumarill

nagi had like 0 interest in going on a journey or doing anything difficult but a fire burns his house down and leaves him an orphan and the only way he can get any governmental assistance/literally SURVIVE is by becoming a trainer so that’s what he does

team: arcanine [starter], goodra, reuniclus, clefable, whimsicott, snorlax

reo is the son of the current champion and he’s training to be a gym leader and eventually possibly replace his father as the champion

team: gallade [starter], mawile, persian, flygon, cinccino, florges

chigiri used to be a very famous rapidash racer but he has a very bad accident and injures his leg to the point that he can’t race anymore so he also has to become a trainer in order to earn money

team: off-the-track rapidash [starter], zebstrika, dragonite, gorebyss, liepard, pyroar

hiori literally just becomes a trainer so his parents leave him alone and he can have some peace and quiet; i’m thinking he appears in some kind of fossil-related side quest hence why he gets a fossil pokémon

team: kingdra [starter], metagross, nidoqueen, luxray, aurorus, swanna

isagi is completing the trials to become an elite four member so he kinda runs into mc and co every now and then?? he seems to have known barou in the past so mc tries to talk to him about it but isagi doesn’t know what happened to barou; or, if he does, he’s elusive about it and refuses to answer mc’s questions

team: charizard, lapras, stoutland, machamp, leafeon, raichu

aiku is in training to be a pokémon professor and is currently doing research for his thesis about whether pokémon are capable of forming familial bonds on the level that humans do or if it’s more instinctive pack-bonding for them

team: aiku doesn’t really have a team per se since he mostly does catch and release for research purposes but he does have an arbok that stays with him permanently and is his partner in crime and rizz

um…anyways…that was a lot as you can see…LMAOAOA idk who the endgame would be in terms of a love interest (probably nagi if we’re being real) because the main focus is honestly mc and barou’s sibling relationship ☝🏻 i also don’t know who tullia would end up if anyone i just wanted another female main-ish character so it’s not just mc with a bunch of boys 😭

HELP I LITERALLY HAVE A FORMULA FOR REJECTING GUYS tried true and perfected so feel free to steal!! i just say “hey i’m flattered you thought to ask me and i really admire you for speaking up but i’m not interested in you like that. i hope we can still be friends!” (i ghost immediately afterwards though ngl) that only works if they’re straight up abt it otherwise if they’re being sneaky i just ignore/ghost or make up a boyfriend/parental excuse 😭 i have made some opps sadly but for the most part it’s worked out well!!

EEK tbh i’m used to watching some very crunchy animes and gaslighting myself into finding characters attractive so i think my mind just automatically yassified him…like i see the vision and the vision is hot enough that i’m like ok yeah he’s hot LDFHJSJS

#answered asks #pokémon au

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howyouloveyourdragon · 2 years ago

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ao3 fic rec -

i have just finished reading the current chapters of An epitome of grace by @beaconofthehightower and i am SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP

pronouns: she/her pairing: aemond targaryen x snow oc warnings: 'bastard', smut, pregnancy, (mild) violence

YOU DO NOT WANT TO MISS OUT ON THIS SERIES IM TELLING YOU

IM NOT EVEN AN AEMOND GIRLIE AND I AM CLINGING FROM A LEDGE TO HEAR THE NEXT PART

YA'LL DON'T UNDERSTAND

I AM NOT OKAY

MISS MA'AM YOU WILL BE HEARING FROM MY LAWYERS FOR EMOTIONAL DISTRESS

OBVIOUSLY MY POST CONTAINS SPOILERS!!!! SO SPOILER WARNING BRR BRR

Chapter One:

Growing up as a bastard daughter of House Stark in the north was not easy. Something Ylva had learned very quickly as a child, her Snow name a stain on the honor of Rickon Stark.

i genuinely love that miranda has gone through the effort to establish bastard/trueborn dynamics, expectations and consequences

Cregan was the same, doing whatever he could to make her laugh or smile after one of the maids or servants said something cruel or one of her cousins taunted her for being weak and a girl, to boot.

pls he's so ahsjsjsk

"One of the kitchen maids called me a bastard. She said that you and my mother-" he patted his leg, a silent command for her to come closer. "I admit I may not have loved your mother, aye." He said after she had settled. "But I will not say I did not care for her in some way." He said, his hand warm against her head. "You are my daughter. My blood. Your name does not matter here." For all his failings, Rickon Stark had still been her father. She had been cast adrift when he died, grief turning her world bleak, having been closer to him than her siblings were, her sadness buoyed somewhat by the efforts Sara and Cregan made.

YOU JUST HAVE TO TRUST ME THAT HER AND CREGAN'S RELATIONSHIP IS THE BEST THING EVER OKAY?

The ache of his death had faded slightly as the years flew by, and life went on as if he'd never been there at all.

establish the beginnings of grief >>>>>

"No!" Sara Snow's high voice chirped, followed by another giggle.

i love love love that sara is still in the story like a lot of fics use reader as a replacement for her which i understand but ugh i love siblings dynamics in fic

Aemond Targaryen had to be the loveliest thing she had ever laid eyes on.

A quicksilver flash of midnight dark hair behind Lord Stark caught his attention, his hushed words trailing off.

skskskksks pls

"My sister." Before he could reply further, the steward of Winterfell leaned closer to speak lowly in his ear, causing his brow to furrow and a frown to appear on his mouth. "Forgive me, Prince Aemond. It seems there is a matter I must attend to."

PLS HE'S SO DONE LMAO

"Lord Stark named me Ylva."

again with bastard dynamics ahsjsj the fact that she would call him 'lord stark'

"You're the prettiest thing I've ever seen." Aemond admitted unashamedly one time when she had, his eye on her face. Fighting against the blush that threatened to cover her cheeks in bright tones of red, Ylva placed the tome down and stepped toe to toe with him yet again. "Careful, silver Prince-" she said, eyes gleaming silver as she pressed against his front.

PLS

THEY GIVE ME FEELS ALREADY

Father would've scolded her if he'd been here, if he could've seen her now, lusting after a prince.

oOp-

"I want to kiss you." he said again.

THE AUDACITY OF A PRINCE I SWEAR

"You're a prince. The brother of the King. You can have anything you want. Anyone you want." his eye went half-lidded as he looked down at her. "And If I want you?"

screaming crying throwing up

it gives me the fuzzies

"Will you give yourself to me?" Ylva bit back a cry when his mouth fell to her neck. "It's rather too late for that-" another gasp came tumbling out of her throat, this one higher pitched than the last. She shuddered when goosebumps erupted on her skin as his hands pushed her skirts up. "Aemond-" She held him against her tighter, gasping. "Say it again-"

ASHSJSJSJS

"You will not leave me like this."

👀

his fingers combing through her dark hair.

i love this both in fic and irl fr fr fr

"Will you teach me High Valyrian?" Ylva asked,

AJSSJSK

Wounds littered their bodies in the form of bloody bitemarks, scratches and a cacophony of bruises that painted their pale skin in violent tones of black and blue.

👀

Prince Daeron

PLS I AM SUCH A DAERON DEFENDER

"When was the last time you bled, Ylva?" One of the sweeter maids had asked her, after Aemond had been gone for a month

NAHHH MIRANDA? MISS MA'AM???

Chapter Two:

her fingers twisting a ring that Aegon had given her in her hands

THE DETAIL >>>>>>>>>>>

“A dragon's egg nestles in the snow…"

babe really out here with the best tea you know that if i was in westeros that i would be demanding daily tea sessions

“The princes Aemond and Daeron and the dragons Vhagar and Tessarion have been sighted just outside the city, Your Grace.”

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (my underappreciated king)

He did not mention dare Ylva to his mother, knowing she would not react well to it. That she would see nothing past the taint of Ylva's bastardry and her Snow name.

yet you've been gone for half the year."

Feeling vindictive,

ugh i love when he serves cunt

"I'll summon you again, Erea. Tell the White Worm you are mine and mine alone, pretty thing." Aegon set a heavy pouch of coins in her hand,

suddenly im changing the first 2 letters of my name (okay but fr my girl helaena doesn't deserve that)

"Brother!" Aegon's purple eyes were dark as glared at Aemond, silver brows lowered angrily. "Erea! Don't listen to him!" Aegon shouted at her back, sinking his teeth into his brother's hand when it shot out and covered his mouth.

I LET OUT A LOUD ASS CACKLE I SWEAR

"She’s a freak.

Thoughts of Ylva a chain around his ankles

ooOOoo i love that

Aegon leaned his elbows on the table, attention focused on Aemond now. “It is when it’s all mother and grandfather speak of.” he said casually, as if he was merely speaking of some trivial insignificant thing. “Shall I order you to tell me? As your king?”

this bitch-

Aegon snorted. "He’s not a dog to be kept on a leash, grandfather. He’d bite and snap at us all to bits if he were.” Alicent sighed deeply, knowing her eldest son was right.

PLS--

Alicent blinked against the tears stinging her eyes. “He’s my son. Of course I have.”

my wife <3

Before Criston Cole put the conqueror’s crown on his head.

👀

"Do not ever-" Aemond seethed, stepping closer again. "Call Ylva that. She is worth a thousand of the whores you prefer disgracing our sister so much." Aegon merely let a slight grin lift his mouth.

ASJSKSKSK

"I find I do not give a shit what our grandsire thinks. Not in this at least."

THAT'S RIGHT BITCH

"I see her in my head. I see she thinks of you as often as you do of her."

exposed fr

Didn’t do justice to her at all.

The blood drained from his face, leaving him paler than soured milk. The letter said nothing about the child she carried inside her.

OH?

"If you truly loved her, you'd let her go. Forget about her. My sister is not a caged bird made to sing for others." Cregan said, refusing to bow. "The blood of the First Men runs through her veins."

IS ANYBODY GONNA ASK WHAT MY BBG THINKS? HM? HM??

my lady Snow

the fact that he still calls her 'my lady'

"As if I could ever forget your face. Seared into my bones as it is."

I AM NOT OKAY

MIRANDA

MISS MA'AM

MOMMY-IN-LAW

PLEASE

WATCH ME INJECT THIS INTO MY VEINS

"No." Aemond said hoarsely against her mouth. He pulled back, flushed and wild eyed. It only made him all the more prettier, his silver hair bright in the dimming daylight. "You're mine. This is mine."

Cregan seemed to be unable to look elsewhere, his brow furrowed as he glared at Aemond with dark eyes.

"You were smoke and shadow in my head. No matter what I did... what I thought..." His breath hitched as her hands edged it down his arms, flats of her hands exploratory almost as she reacquainted herself with every inch of him. "The mere thought of you lurking in the recesses, the deepest parts of my mind with your face, your touch..."

MIRANDA THIS IS MEAN NOW I'M OBSESSED WITH THEM

One heart. Two minds. One soul; cursed be he who would seek to tear them asunder.

this is so poetic 😭

"You are my heart. My husband." To his nose and his closed eye. "Beating a song in my bones and in my blood..."

PLS

“And I did. You'll have all the books you’ll ever want. Books and tomes and maps...” He punctuated each word with a kiss. "Don't forget the horses, Aemond."

PLEASE THIS BITCH IS ME I CAN'T

“Not mistress, mother. Wife.” he bit his lip. “What did you say?” Alicent said, startled into silence. “Wife.” he repeated slowly. “I married her in the godswood of Winterfell.” Alicent paled and shook her head. “What? Gods be good, Aemond, tis not funny-“

to the barren waste of the North?

SIR??????

Aemond spoke over her. "Come here, wife."

okay but the fact that she is given a title by him probably means so much to her, i can't imagine the amount of trauma being called a 'bastard' all her life would do to her sense of self

It galled Alicent Hightower to admit Ylva Snow was a lovely thing, watching the girl bend and kiss Aemond on the cheek.

THAT'S RIGHT WIFEY

"Rhaenyra!" he shouted, voice echoing in the ancient halls of the ancestral Targaryen stronghold. "You won't believe what the little half Hightower mutt has done!"

oOp-

Chapter Three:

An unfriendly place full of the ghosts of those long dead that lingered like wraiths amidst the ears that listened behind every wall and the eyes that watched behind every door.

spilling his seed again and again and again.

was when she would slip from the keep and into the spot where the white as bone weirwood was, kneeling before it with her hands clasped together under the red as blood leaves.

poor angel she probably misses home so much

The sting is only lessened a fraction by the kindness of his sister Helaena

HELAENA MY LOVE

what goes on in his pretty head

as she pressed a kiss to the left side of his brother's face.

okay but that's their thing i love it

"To Storm's End," Otto echoed, repeating the words tempestuously, as if he was not speaking to his king, but to an unruly child. "We need allies and Lord Baratheon-" Aegon thumped his fist down, scowling.

OH WOW OH NO HERE WE GO BESTIES BUCKLE UP

Helaena savored the pain of the rough stone and hard glass digging into her back, feeling him against her thigh, already hard as he mouthed at the expanse of pale skin of her throat, his fingers fumbling behind her back as he undid the laces of her stays.

oh my sweet girl

In Naerys Targaryen's case, it falls on a balance that teeters dangerously between the two.

👀

Remnants lingered in the way she still smelled fire and smoke and blood, still heard dragons bellowing, the clash and ringing of steel.

my sweet girl i just want to give her a hug

"How dare you," she spit at him,

YOU TELL HIM BABE

"Do it again," he demanded,

It was a hazy thing, an epitome full of light and grace

"How is it to ride a dragon, goodsister?"

this bitch--

“Go back to Winterfell, girl.” was all he said as he turned around and left her and Alicent in silence.

"Did you touch yourself when I was gone?"

"Who are you to dare to touch a prince?"

OH SHE'S DONE MORE THAN TOUCHED HIM LADDY, WHERE DO YOU THINK THE BABY CAME FROM? A STORK?

The egg that nestled in Naerys's cradle began to crack, tiny claws of black pushing from the pieces,

YES YES YES

Chapter Four:

miranda told me in advance that i should be scared of this...

A raven flew lower and lower as it circled over the ancient hold of Dragonstone,

OH WE'RE GOING FROM HERE? SLAY

MY HUSBAND AWAITS

"A triviality?" Rhaenyra repeated, eyes narrowing. "My inheritance, my throne is not a mere triviality. He is a fool and a craven and a traitor-" her mouth flattened into a thin, firm line as she spoke.

:( we didn't see my husband but it's okay i'll just manifest him

"That I fear I will wake from this and be back in Winterfell with Cregan and Sara and Rickon. Before you were mine."

don't give otto ideas, he'll pretend you went delulu

No matter if loving a dragon left her nothing more than a burned husk. A shell of who she'd been and everything she held dear.

THIS LINEEEEEE

"Seven hells-" he cursed, mouth twisting as his fingers yanked forcefully at the laces of her dress, grumbling when they wouldn't give. "How do you do this every day?" he growled, letting out a satisfied grunt when at last they loosened.

PLS-

"My silver prince-"

your honour i love them

"Goodsister!" Aegon's voice was

hide

before Alicent twitched her hand in his direction.

IS WIFEY ABOUT TO COME THROUGH??

not like Rhaenyra who hides her Strong bastards

nvm

"You'll dance, won't you, Your Grace?"

please i love her so much she's so funny sometimes

(but this bitch like me fr this is the type of shit i pull)

"I think you have had too much wine, dear wife." He said instead.

i will cut you

"Anger makes you beautiful,"

THEY'RE SO FUCKING CHAOTIC AND UNHINGED AJSJSKDK

emotional rollercoaster every chapter i swear

miranda you will be hearing from my lawyers

"Ylva... your chamber... there was-"

WHAT???? ARE THEY- WAIT WHAT???

The world slowed, the feeling of the walls all but closing in on him as the night echoed with the enraged bellows of a dragon and her rider.

MIRANDA

MISS MA'AM

THAT WAS INCREDIBLE

IM STILL COMPREHENDING THIS

#aemond targaryen x oc #aemond targaryen x snow oc #aemond targaryen fic #ao3 fic rec #fic recs #thea's fic recs #miranda bby #mommy-in-law miranda

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maccreadysbaby · 2 years ago

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44, 24, 11, Butch and Henley

11. How do they feel about nicknames/pet names? If they like them, what pet names do they use? If they hate them, why do they feel that way?

henley does not like pet names. they feel juvenile to her, reminds her of when children used to “date” in the vault and do the whole shebang, like “baby cakes, sweet cheeks” crap and it makes her want to gag. also, isn’t good for the ego if she’s in the middle of battle screaming “babe!” instead of his name. she thinks it makes her seem super weak. she usually just calls butch, butch, or deloria. might — might — call him baby or babe if they’re alone. might. probably won’t. he’ll have to force it out of her by being cute or something. butch is the total opposite and it drives henley insane. he literally can’t speak a sentence to her without calling her some kind of name. babe and baby are most popular, but he also throws in sweetheart, doll, knockout, and occasionally, nosebleed, which makes her laugh. he tries not to do it in front of people because it embarrasses her, but he will do it incessantly inside of little lamplight just to make maccready say ew. he stole the pet name knockout from butch, though. and will never admit it.

24. How do their personalities affect their relationship? Do their characteristics compliment each other, or clash often?

henley is a pest. she’s rude, she has a fight instinct stronger than any other instinct in her body. she basically hates everyone but butch. can and will beat someone up for breathing near her wrong. knows how to absolutely obliterate someone with her words, and likes it. she’s quiet, but will tell someone off and will beat someone until they’re crying for their mommy if she needs to. butch is definitely the reason she turned out like that. how he weaseled his way into her heart after years of making her a little heathen? it’s a mystery for them both. butch, after feeling absolutely horrible for being that way to henley for years, insanely cleaned up his act. now he’s actually really nice, easy going, funny, and chill. he is witty and quick, but careful with his words and actions. he pays close attention, watches henley’s reactions so he knows what to say, because he feels so horrible for hurting her in years past. he and henley balance each other out nicely. the epitome of a “i’ll kill them for you” “please don’t” couple. he’s always there to tell her when she needs to calm down, she’s always there to be a sour puss and tell him to shut up. she can get a little edgy sometimes, but for the most part, their personalities are what it takes to keep the relationship on the center of the scale. they do love each other i promise.

44. Do they cuddle often? Why or why not?

yes and no. they don’t have a lot of time to themselves because they’re constantly running back and forth around the capital wasteland, but they like to when they have a chance. henley is more of a “hold me while i sleep” kind of cuddler. it can be hard for her to sleep, she has insomnia, so when butch is there to hold her it’s always a little better. but she won’t let him if they aren’t in a private place. their relationship is theirs, and people in the capital wasteland are nosy. she feels like it’s not considerate to be all over your partner in someone else’s settlement or home that they’re letting you stay in. her favorite position, for when they are alone, is the big spoon / little spoon or laying completely on top of him. butch is more of a “hold me all the time” cuddler. he loves to be touching her, to be close to her. he likes to cuddle awake or asleep, at home or somewhere else. he didn’t get much, if any loving touches when he was in the vault, so henley is basically making up for nineteen years of him not being touched. his favorite position is to be sitting in front of her, his back against her chest while she plays with his hair or has her arms around him. she might be reading or something, holding the book so he can see it, too.

#butch deloria fo3 #fo3 butch #butch fo3 #butch deloria #lw; henley

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islayhawkin · 4 months ago

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"When you know, you know..."

This is my roman empire. This is the epitome of love. Screaming, crying, throwing my pillow across the room. I can't stop thinking about them. If love like this doesn't excist in real life I don't want it.

What do i do with my life if the city of stars aren't shining for me?

Sebastian had his car RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE PARTY. And he walked her all the way down to her car and waited (danced) until she got safe to her car.

Even at the end when they don't talk anymore they'll always love eachother.

THE WAY HE SPRINTED TO HER AND DIDNT CARE ABOUT ANYTHING ELSE. He also held her pulse the whole night. Damn.

okay now I know this whole trope is pretty romanticized and toxic in most media BUT he is literally a walking green flag and does all that protective stuff all the same. "She's under my protection." I KNOW I know but it's not like he is weirdly possessive or obsessed with her. He thinks himself responsible that nothing will happen to her.

Also I didn't find the GIF but he stayed up all night on the chair to watch over her which is giving major vibes from the scene above.

#la la land #the artful doger #jack dawkins #sebastian wilder #Sebastian and mia #Jack and belle #when you know you know #Your heart calls my name!!#You are the bane of my excistence!#city of stars #peter sutherland #the night agent

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halcyon-reverie3 · 2 years ago

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OBCD Chapter 2 - Left Foot, Right Foot

“Stop beating yourself up. You are a work in progress, which means you get there a little at a time, not all at once.”

— Unknown

“Yo did you see that guy’s face when Portia stuck her gum on his uniform,” one of Diya’s friends howled. “Yeah dude,” another one replied, equally teasing, “he looked ready to cry to his mommy.” The whole group cackled in unison, seemingly proud of their prior actions in the store. “Too bad that oldie kicked us out though, no?” Several brightly-coloured heads nodded, all except Diya’s. “Yo Diya. Diya! Diya!” One of her friends nudged her, hard. Shaken from her stupor, she asked, “Wh-what? Dude, where are we even going?” “I don’t know,” a few replied. “Girl, I’m starving right now. Let’s eat out,” Portia shrieked, popping the 30th bubblegum of the day into her mouth. Before she could protest, her friends marched on ahead, leaving her behind.

Diya felt nauseous. All around her, people were chewing on their food. Left and right, she could see her friends obnoxiously munching on chicken wings, the sauce splattered all across their faces, dripping down their mouths and hands. She could see people laughing and talking, faces filled with food, some flying around during their shenanigans. She could hear, no, she could smell people burping indecently, chuckling afterwards. The stench of food filled the air. “Hey, Diya. Eat.” Voices crowded her head as her friends told her to eat, some touching her with their filthy hands. I have to eat, she thought, queasy. I have to be normal. Be normal. Eat. Staring at her plate, she suppressed the revolting urge to heave the remains of her already empty stomach.

Her hands shook, her stomach protested. Her nostrils burned with the smell of food. Her ears began ringing, vision blurry. The harsh lighting of the diner thudded against the back of her head. She could feel herself slipping away. But I have to eat, she thought once again. Diya picked up the chicken on her plate, the sauce smearing her fingertips, squelching horribly. It was sticky and spicy and set her throat ablaze. Her hands were red. She tried wiping her messy hands, but they only got messier, only got stickier. It was disgusting. But I have to eat, Diya thought. Staring at the crimson chicken wing between her fingers, Diya prayed to whatever being watched over her.

Diya bit into that repulsing hot chicken.

At home, Diya bound up the stairs, aiming for the bathroom. She pried the door open, nearly throwing it off its hinges, as she fell in front of the toilet. Sick. She could feel all the contents of her food churning in her gut, sloshing all around. She had no other choice. Staring at her fingers, she lurched forward as she shoved her index and middle finger down her throat. Tears filled her hazel eyes as she choked. Green sludge along with chunks of food streamed out of her mouth into the toilet. A disgusting sight but a relieving one as well. She felt a burden being lifted off her shoulders. Her throat burned with the intensity of the sun, yet it was this pain that she loved so much. It was this pain that would be her salvation.

Dragging her breathing corpse to the sink, she picked at her skin, cleaning herself. The glossy mirror in front of her shined, but the person she saw was the epitome of horror. Fat, ugly, with a face that could break even the strongest of diamonds. “Fat and ugly,” she murmured, glaring daggers at her reflection. “Fat and ugly,” she repeated, getting louder. Her eyes dropped to her lips, blood seeping through. Pulling, she screeched, “MY LIPS!” Diya stumbled back, her body coming into view. Before her very eyes, her limbs inflated, her stomach grew. Diya’s eyes dragged up to her face. “FAT AND UGLY,” she screamed, sobbing.

She trudged in front of the weighing machine at the corner of the bathroom.

She hovered in front of the machine, hesitating. After a long pause, Diya took a deep shuddering breath and slowly hauled her left foot onto the scale. A number appeared. She then placed her right foot on the scale. Diya waited. I was 38kg last time, she thought. One minute passed. Another minute. And another minute. The display flashed with the reading — 38.2kg.

Diya’s world came crashing down.

The number flashed in her mind, branding itself deep in her skin with a pain such that of being impaled on a searing hot rod. She backed down from the scale, mind in turmoil. Rage. Pain. Disgust. Screaming, she grabbed the scale and flung it across the room, shattering it into hundreds of pieces, much like her current state of mind. She turned and glared at her reflection in the mirror. But it was never her reflection, it was never not her reflection either. In the mirror stood the most undesirable person in the world, round, ugly and gross. Diya screeched “No! You are not me! You're just not me! I don't know you! I hate you!” Diya screamed as she crumbled into herself, feeling weaker and weaker. Suddenly, she jumped, head whirling to the broken pieces of glass. Picking one, she stabbed her reflection in the heart, smashing the mirror. Blood trickled from her hand. An ugly thought surfaced in her head. Hand trembling, she aimed the broken glass across the vein in her wrist. Then aimed it at her forearm. Hesitating. Waiting.

The stench of blood filled the air as she slashed away at her arms.

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