#holy shit this took ages lmao

[grishaverse-chaos]

okay SO. it took longer than I expected for various life reasons but here is the massive conlang masterpost, featuring all the languages and prominent dialects that I imagine would exist within the grishaverse. under a cut bc it got really long!

RAVKA

"standard" Ravkan. this is the language spoken in Os Alta, as well as most other places in East Ravka. used on any official documents within Ravka. spoken by most nobility, including those in West Ravka

West Ravkan. this dialect formed only after the creation of the Fold - because the two sides of the country were separated from each other, linguistic drift occurred. over the 400 years that the Fold existed, the two languages diverged from each other significantly, but are still mutually intelligible - they're still very clearly dialects of the same language, not separate languages altogether. most West Ravkan nobility don't use this dialect, although those who are in favour of West Ravka becoming an independent country WILL use this dialect to promote independence. many West Ravkans also speak "standard" Ravkan, because of military service; they would have to communicate with people from across the country - however, many of them would still speak West Ravkan at home, with family, etc. most East Ravkans, especially nobility, wouldn't speak West Ravkan and would probably look down on those who do; I imagine Nikolai speaks at least some because it's the kind of thing he'd do (and the place he's Grand Duke of, Udova, is in West Ravka)

Suli. definitely a completely separate language from Ravkan; they don't have much in common. spoken predominantly by travelling Suli, and very rarely by non-Suli - although in canon, it is taught at the Little Palace, and some Grisha will learn the language. diplomats who often have dealings with Suli communities, and soldiers who serve in areas with high Suli populations, will often learn some (though probably not enough to become fluent) - canon states that it's useful for travelling in the west and northwest of Ravka.

Suli/Ravkan dialect. in areas with high Suli populations (predominantly in the west and northwest), locals may have adopted parts of the Suli language, and vice versa, to create a pidgin language that can be understood by both groups. probably NOT spoken by soldiers/diplomats/etc, who prefer to learn the original Suli language

various other dialects! while the most significant difference is between "standard" and West Ravkan, small towns and communities across the country will speak slightly different versions of the language, just because of how big Ravka is

ancient Ravkan. this is briefly mentioned in canon - I imagine it bears a similar relationship to modern Ravkan as that between Old English and modern English; ie, it's a completely different language! very old books that were printed in ancient Ravkan probably still exist; I imagine it's spoken by some members of the clergy, similar to how the Catholic Church uses Latin in our world. often studied by historians or other scholars. iirc Mal's tattoo is also written in ancient Ravkan, which means that either he or somebody around him must have spoken it fairly well. I would guess that Tamar and Tolya probably speak at least some ancient Ravkan because they grew up in the church

FJERDA

"standard" Fjerdan. again, spoken in Djerholm, by the military and by the government. fun canon facts I found while researching for this: all nouns are both plural and singular (similar to English words like "fish") and the language has three grammatical genders, but they are called wolf class, hare class, and tooth class!

Hedjut. the Hedjut, in canon, are an indigenous group living on Kenst Hjerte, a pair of islands off the coast of Fjerda. though some have come to live on the mainland (I believe Ylva, Jarl Brum's wife, is Hedjut?) most still live on the islands and speak their own language, separate from Fjerdan

liturgical Fjerdan. religion plays a huge part in Fjerdan culture, and imo their holy texts would have been written in this liturgical version of the language, many centuries before canon takes place. drüskelle are probably taught liturgical Fjerdan. some people might also prefer to pray to Djel in liturgical Fjerdan? speakers of modern Fjerdan can probably understand it, but with some effort

again, multiple other dialects. Fjerda has a lot of peninsulas; the language would have developed differently in different places. when Nina is in the Elling peninsula in KoS, she probably has to speak the local dialect rather than the "standard" Fjerdan which she probably learnt in training

other indigenous languages. now, this is purely conjecture, but the grishaverse map shows other small islands off the coast of Fjerda, which don't seem to be part of Kenst Hjerte. it's entirely possible that there's other indigenous groups, like the Hedjut, living there, with their own separate languages. on the other hand, in an age of sea travel, it's likely that Fjerda would have colonised those islands and brought them into the larger country, meaning that the groups living there would be classed as Fjerdans and encouraged to speak Fjerdan

KERCH

"standard" Kerch. this one is so interesting because Kerch is canonically the language used for international trade, so diplomats and politicians across the grishaverse would likely be able to speak Kerch. knowing the language is probably also a sign of status in other countries, including Ravka. it's spoken by most people within Kerch, as well as being the language used for any kind of international relations. for example, I imagine that at the summit at the end of Rule of Wolves, both the Ravkan and Fjerdan delegations spoke Kerch

Barrel Kerch. has a similar relationship to "standard" Kerch as Cockney does to "standard" English - they're recognisably the same language, though spoken with very different accents, but Barrel Kerch has created so much new vocabulary that doesn't exist in "standard" Kerch. I also think that this is why Wylan didn't recognise the word "mark" in Six of Crows - it simply didn't exist in the version of Kerch he's used to speaking!

other dialects. Kerch is much smaller than Ravka or Fjerda, so I imagine there's fewer separate dialects, but people living in the Kerch countryside probably speak a slightly non-"standard" version of Kerch. Kaz probably grew up speaking a country dialect, and had to adjust when he started living in Ketterdam

SHU HAN

official Shu. probably? we know very, very little about the language(s) within Shu Han, but it's a fair bet that there's an official version of the language used by the government etc. this is probably the dialect that's taught to students studying Shu, particularly noble children or diplomats. its main difference from common Shu is that it has a smaller, simpler vocabulary and is easier to communicate effectively in

"common" Shu. in canon, we get a lot of references to words or phrases in Shu that are untranslatable - often in poetry or literature. that would probably be really impractical for a language used in business, so imo the dialect used by most people would be slightly different from the dialect used in government. this dialect has a lot of flowery, poetic language.

other dialects. while Shu Han is smaller than Ravka, it's still pretty big, so I imagine that again, there would be slightly differing variants of the language spoken in different places

THE WANDERING ISLE

there is no standard version of Kaelish. in my personal headcanon, the Wandering Isle is based on a mix of multiple different Celtic cultures and so has multiple different languages. honestly I could make a whole other masterpost based on my headcanons for the Wandering Isle, but I'll stick to the languages for now

Central Kaelish. this is what I imagine Colm and Jesper speak; it's loosely based on Welsh, given that Jesper's middle name is Welsh. it's probably Colm's first language, but he taught Jesper to speak it so he wouldn't lose touch with his Kaelish heritage

North Kaelish. this is what I think Pekka Rollins's dialect is; loosely based on Scottish Gaelic

basically, there's dozens of dialects across the country; some of them overlap somewhat with others, while some are more distinct

NOVYI ZEM

okay SO. once again there's like, zero canon material to work with here, but it's fine. canonically the language spoken is Zemeni. like with most of these countries, there's probably a "standard" version which is used for official purposes, spoken in and around the capital city, Shriftport

Northern Zemeni. the capital city is in the south of the country, so the dialect which differs most from "standard" Zemeni is probably spoken mostly in the north

other dialects. if I had to guess, I'd say that the other big separation of dialects is between coastal areas and inland areas - coastal cities which see a lot of trade would probably use "standard" Zemeni, so they can communicate with people who've learnt Zemeni (who would likely have studied the "standard" dialect), while inland areas would have developed their own dialects

OTHER AREAS

the Southern Colonies: is canonically a colony of Kerch, so their official language is probably "standard" Kerch. it's also canonically a place where criminals from Kerch are exiled (and the former King and Queen of Ravka, but that's almost certainly a rare exception) so there's probably also a lot of Barrel Kerch being spoken, that the criminals have brought over

there's almost certainly at least one indigenous language spoken there as well, though. whatever culture it used to have before being colonised by Kerch probably hasn't been entirely erased. the closest real-world comparison is probably Australia, where English criminals used to be sent? so I do think that there are indigenous groups living there, with their own culture and languages

a dialect has probably formed that mixes parts of Kerch with parts of the indigenous language, forming a new pidgin so that locals and new arrivals can communicate

if the Southern Colonies ever gets independence, I imagine that the original indigenous language would become its official language - the pidgin is probably used more day-to-day, though

it's also possible that the Southern Colonies used to be a part of Novyi Zem before being colonised; in which case, the indigenous people might speak Zemeni? I personally think it's separate, though

the Bone Road: a set of islands, near the Wandering Isle. apparently there are dozens but only two have names - the names they've been given sound vaguely Ravkan. I imagine that those two, Jelka and Vilki, have been "discovered" by Ravkan explorers (though probably not colonised? I think if they were Ravkan territories that would've been mentioned when Nikolai takes Alina to the Bone Road in S&S) and given Ravkan names

however, all of the islands have their own cultures and languages. they're pretty small islands so I don't think that there would be many different dialects within each island. on the other hand, I wouldn't be surprised if the languages spoken on each island were all quite similar to each other, though recognisably distinct. they're probably all at least from the same language family

[thelastspeecher]

btw I started watching MLP and I now see why ages ago I got an AO3 comment saying that the commenter imagined Angie as having Applejack's voice

[lupismaris]

watching the university women's soccer team in their tourney tonight and I am suffering the horrors lads

[tardis--dreams]

I wish i could get buproprion without a prescription this shit is way too good to give up ㅠㅠ

[vivwritesfics]

I need just the tip with hangman

Heed the warnings for this one - but at the same time I need this Hangman to rail me within an inch of my life lmao, I could write so much for these two

Warnings: smut, age gap, power imbalance, virginity taking, innocence kink, fingering, p in v

The Squad didn't know that Maverick had a daughter when that mission happened. No, they found out about his daughter after, when things were normal and Penny invited them all over for a barbecue in the garden.

Upon hearing that Maverick had a daughter and she was on her way, they all expected her to be Bradley's age or near enough.

They didn't expect her to be in her early twenties.

They didn't expect her to be a stunner.

Maybe it was the beers that gave Hangman such loose lipped. But he couldn't stop that 'holy shit' from slipping out. Who could blame him, though?

But then...

"Bradley!" She ran into Roosters arms and wrapped her own arms around his neck. Figures, Jake couldn't stop himself from thinking as he looked at them.

He didn't interact with her at that barbecue, but he was acutely aware that her eyes didn't leave him. After a few more drinks she whispered something in Bradley's are, something that had him standing up and saying 'No way!'

The next time Jake saw her was at the beach. She giggled, waved and batted her eyelashes at him before she ran back to her friends.

Jake couldn't take his eyes off of her if he wanted to. Everything she did, it was like she was putting on a show for him and only him.

But, even then, Jake didn't approach.

It was only when he found her at the hard deck. He didn't know she was there looking for him, the handsome aviator that her dad knew.

She sat alone, drinking as she waited for Jake to walk in. And, when she did, she was on her feet, standing beside him as he leant against the bar, ass sticking out.

Jake was sweating. Here was Mavericks daughter, pressing her ass against his dick.

"Hey, Hangman," she said as he turned towards him and wrapped her lips around the neck of her bottle, deep throating it.

Jake visibly gulped. His hands were on her hips ss he stared down at her and leaned forward. "Does this shit work on the boys your age?"

She shrugged her shoulders in such a sweetly, innocent way. "I wouldn't know," she said, breath hot on his ear.

Holy fuck, she was a Virgin.

There wasn't much that could restrain Hangman at that point. But Penny's eyes on him certainly did. He kept her near him thought, kept an eye on her while they drank.

And, at the end of the night, he took her back to his truck.

"Is your dad gonna kill me when I drop you home?" Jake asked when he began driving.

Her fingers danced up his thigh and she let out a hum. "Not if you take me back to yours ," she mused as she popped the button on his trousers.

How was Jake supposed to say no to that? He sucked in a breath as he went past her place, continuing on to his own. Her breath hitched when she realised, but Jake didn't notice.

Jake parked up outside of his place. He helped her out of the truck, but they didn't get further than that. No, Jake had her against the truck, lips bruising against her own.

She moaned against him, hands pulling at his hair. Jake threw his head back, a moan coming from the back of his throat. "Holy shit," he groaned as she attached her lips to his neck.

With her legs around his waist, Jake carried her into his house, with his hands under her ass, squeezing and kneeding at the flesh. He managed to open the door and dropped her on the bed.

But then his hands were on her thigh, pushing her skirt up. Suddenly, she was nervous under his pretty gaze. "Wait," she squeaked, grabbing his wrists.

Jake let out a breath as he looked at her. He moved his hand to her knee and moved his thumb from side to side. "What is it?"

"I-I've never done this before," she whispered, and Jakes eyes softened.

He leaned down and kissed her, softly this time. "I'll take care of you," he whispered against her lips.

She nodded. "I've got you, Bug," Jake whispered as his hand moved down from her knee. His fingertips brushed her thighs and touched her through her underwear.

"Holy fuck," she whispered.

Slowly, he pushed her underwear to the side. His rough fingertips were gentle against her clit, and every touch had her crying out for him. And, each noise she made was music to Jakes ears.

The way she writhed beneath him, Jake couldn't stop watching her. He kept his thumb pressed against her clit, his long fingers pushed inside. One at first, but even that had her gasping.

"Hangman," she cried, throwing her head against the arm of the sofa, back arching.

There was something about that, something about her calling him by his Callsign. It unlocked something animalistic in him. But he was still taking things slow and gentle.

As he worked her open, he freed himself from his trousers. She opened her eyes and looked down at him, looked down at where his hard on hit his stomach.

"Jake," she squeaked, and he stilled his fingers. "I-I don't think I can take that," she whispered.

He didn't mean to smirk, but he couldn't help himself. "Too big for you, Bug?" He whispered as he pulled his fingers out of her cunt. He placed them between his lips, tasting her, releasing a hum. "So sweet, Bug."

She whined beneath him, hips moving on their own.

"How about just the tip?" He asked almost sweetly, and she rapidly nodded her head.

Jake rolled the condom into his length. He stood before her and she reached down to wrap her fingers around him. It was such a pretty sight, one Jake didn't think he'd ever get enough of.

He eased himself forward, nestling the head of his cock between her folds. She let out a whine and grabbed his hand, squeezing as he eased himself forward.

"Just the tip," he reassured her, squeezing her hand.

The way she squeezed him, it was almost too much to handle. Jake pulled back and eased himself in again, this time a little further. Her breath caught in her throat and he pulled back again.

"Sorry, Bug. Just the tip, I know."

Jake couldn't wait to have her bent over the arm of the sofa, cock splitting her folds as he ravaged her.

[stevielicious]

𓆩⟡𓆪 His Little Stripper 𓆩⟡𓆪

pairing- Colby Brock x fem!reader

summary- a stripper catches the eyes of a handsome man, has a lotta fun

warnings- a lil angsty, some hardcore smut lol, cute lil ending

word count- 3k or sum? maybe 4k, LMAO

a/n- been a long time since I’ve written, enjoy

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The whole studio was bouncing, the bass rhythmically played throughout the club. Swimming inside the walls, almost enticing you in. The night was young and had only just begun, it was a start to a long night. Here, I was treated almost like royalty, all the other dancers liked to roll their eyes or make snarky comments because they didn’t like the way I hogged all the attention, I was young and that’s nothing I could help.

You could say I was a good dancer. One of the best.

Brittney. I only had one friend in this place, the rest would only batter their eyelashes to get a hand on your earnings. Not Brittney though. She was a sweet, honest girl that just needed the extra cash and in complete fairness, that’s what we were both here for. We were both the youngest in this place. University costs an arm and a leg, there’s no lie in that. It was a hated industry, but the world is a tough place to make a living.

“Girl! You gotta get out there! it’s thriving with old dudes that have a TON of money!!” She heaved, slumping on a swivel chair next to mine, with a wide-eyed expression painted across her makeup clad features. I glanced at her through the huge mirrors stuck to the smoke stained walls, with a slight smirk finishing up on my cherry red lipgloss, “Oh yeah? Sounds just like every other night.”

“Well, I did see these couple guys around our age, maybe older, they were sooo hot.” Brittney explained, emphasising their good looks, applying makeup to her smudged areas. She seemed skittish, almost like she was eager to get back out there. This time I’d turned to face her, making my blonde hair a bouncy, wavey look. Being expressive with her hands, matter of factly she had said, “I sooo wished they’d came over to me, that brunette guy was soo handsome, so mysterious too. I’ll have to show you when you get your ass out there! I’d give that man a dance for free any day.”

I giggled, never hearing her talk like this made me believe these men were as handsome as she said they were. Maybe I’ll have to see for myself. I began to slip my cherry red heels on, glancing in the mirror, puffing my hair out. I had styled it in to an 80’s blowout type look, just more modernised. “I believe you girl, it’s been a while since we’ve had a looker come here.”

“Man, you look like a whole full course meal looking like that, Y/N. You have more of a chance than me at getting that handsome devil in a booth. Gosh, you’re so sexy!” Brittney huffed, looking at me with a sad but hopeful expression.

I grabbed her hand, pulling her out of her chair. Cupping her face with my hands, I said with confidence, “God is a woman, and you my friend are a fucking goddess! Now let’s get out there and make some fucking money!” She smiled into my hands as I then spun her around, seeing the sparkles on her little outfit shine.

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I stood behind Brittney as she peeped from behind the big, draping, scarlet red curtain that lead out to the runway. A shiny pole awaiting us. Britt had kept an eye on the stage as I was trying to skim the crowd for the one who looks like they had the most cash with them. “Oh! Gabriella’s almost finished her dance, god blue is NOT her colour!”

“Brittney! You have to watch your mouth sometimes, you’ll get in trouble if someone hears you!” I wispered harshly, playfully jabbing her arm. She moved over a little so I could get a better look of the crowd. Taking me by surprise, a pair of striking blue eyes caught my own as I swiftly shut the curtain, almost knocking Britt over, “Holy shit.”

“What? What!” The brunette nudged me out the way as I took a step back, body running cold. I heard her muttering as she closed the curtain as quick as she re-opened it, turning to me. “Oh my God, that’s him!”

“Shut up! I’ve never seen him before, I can’t dance infront of him, he’s too pretty to be here! What’s a guy like him doing here?! God!” I gulped, walking back and forth on myself, finding my nerves getting the better of me of me. God, his dark brown hair and that shiny earring glistening in his ear, the black button up, the shine on his rings and tattooed arms, man. I’m used to dancing for 40+ year old guys, not actual good looking guys my age!

“Are you being serious right now, Y/N? You’re the hottest one here, if Gab’s can flaunt it then you definitely can too!” She exclaimed assertively, stopping me in my tracks, hands on either side of my arms. Pointing her finger in my face.

“Hey sluts, they’re waiting.” A scratchy, unbothered voice had sounded as the clacking of heels sounded down the set of stairs held by the stage. We both rolled our eyes as she swang her hips side to side, sauntering away from us.

“Ugh, whatta bitch.” We muttered in unison, breathing out a laugh. Britt gave me a subtle peck on the cheek, something she always did to calm my nerves before my journey to the pole, “Knock ‘em dead, Y/N”

As she turned my track on, I took a deep breath, pushing my boobs up a little, feeling the deep red lace against my body. Promiscuous sounded, by Nelly & Timbaland. As much as it is a corny song, the boys loved it.

Whipping my hair over my shoulder, I winked at my bestie, and started my walk. The giant curtains opened as I started to strut. The dim lights only lighting up solely on the pole. My confidence returning as my hips swirled to the beat, winking at thirsty men in the crowd. I raised my arms leaning my head back touching my chest.

I made my way over to the center, strutting around the shiny metal pole, caressing it gently. Placing my heels accordingly on the polished platform, stepping on dollar bills everywhere I walked. “Promiscuous girl, you’re teasin’ me. You know what I want and I got what you need.”

I raised my leg on the pole letting my body drape around as my arm held my balance along the pole. As I smoothly came to the bottom of the glistening metal, I spread my legs one infront and one behind, bouncing slightly. Rolling onto my next move, the same pair of blue eyes caught my attention, I couldn’t help but stare for a second, which felt like minutes, as I got behind the pole, he winked at me.

Which took me by surprise as I blushed. I gulped and returned the wink. I blew a kiss at this man, as I slut dropped down the metal shaft, licking up it. Keeping eye contact, his mouth agape. When I grew confidence, I also grew dirty. Giving what these men came to see. “Have all my money!”

One man shouted, another had exclaimed, “I want you to ride my face, please! Be my dirty little girl!” I smiled politely at these men, knowing full well they probably have wives at home, most of them having a ring on their marriage finger. Bastards.

As I danced around the pole, I let my hips do the work, shaking them around in a sexy way. Left to right, innocently dancing. Mouthing the lyrics, shutting my eyes ever so slightly. With my back to the pole now, I had slid down it, mouthing the lyrics, “I’m all alone and it’s you that I want!”

Motioning this handsome blue eyed boy to me with my fingers, in a ‘come here’ type of way. Hoping to entice him, or just playfully tease him. He was leaning against the bar, eyes glued to me. I’ve felt his eyes on me the whole dance. He had this dark smirk on him, looking me up and down with these hungry eyes. Turning his full body towards me now. He mouthed, “Oh yeah?”

In return, I sent an innocent wink his way, with a smile this time. Getting on my feet and swinging around the pole one last time before subtly dropping down, against the cold metal, arching my back as I pushed my hips towards the pole, not letting go. The lights going dark once again as my time came to an end.

I blew the crowd a kiss as I took one last glance toward the bar, the man that had captivated my full attention could not be seen. My heart sank a little as I turned on my heel, forming a strut down the walk as the curtains closed behind me, the money being collected as I had left the stage that I had now earned.

“Eeek! Y/N! You did so good! How am I supposed to follow that performance up?!” Brittney squealed, high fiving me.

“You’ll do even better than me, I’m sure of it!” Giving her praise, she was the one thing that got me through this place, she deserved more confidence. “ I’m gonna take a walk on the floor, gonna get a drink! Go get ‘em tiger!”

As much as I was there for my girl, I desperately wanted to see if this man had stuck around.

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Venturing onto the men-riddled floor, I tried to keep my composure. This was when my nerves got the better of me, you’re looked at as a piece of meat when you’re of the floor. Up on the stage, you feel as though everyone’s below you, literally. You’re on top, nobody can touch you up there.

I found myself at the bar, just asking for a lemonade to pass the time, a kind, older woman had served me. She was one of the nicer workers that resided here, “Would you like a cherry in there too, Y/N?”

“You know me.” I softly said, giving her a thankful smile. Some saw me as the baby here and some saw me as the queen. It was a weird place to be, I just appreciated the kind ones. She gave me a wink and went on her way to make me a the simple concoction.

“Y/N. What a name. Pretty, too.” A deep, husky voice sounded from next to me, as I felt his eyes burn into the side of my head. I turned, slowly looking up at him, his tall, dark frame leaning down on me. I gulped. Those familiar blue eyes keeping ahold of my attention, his warm smile sounding, “Hey, I’m Colby.” He took my hand and kissed it gently.

“Y/N. Hey.” I shyly ushered out in one whole breathe, as I glanced down, my hair falling infront of my face. He was gorgeous, a true beauty. I must be lucky for someone like him to be able to approach me.

“Yeah, I know” He chuckled. I blushed as he heard the lady behind the bar already address that. Don’t screw up now girl! “Is that your real name? I know ladies like to have a disguise around here.”

He observantly mentioned, smirking too. I was at a loss for words, Colby was so captivating, I was lost in his celestial, lapis eyes. His chestnut hair cascading infront of his eyes ever so slightly. “It is, does that disappoint you?”

I decided to be honest, maybe he’d find that attractive in its self. After all, he was honest with me. “What? God no, I think you’re stunning, and your names just the cherry on top!”

Colby ironically exclaimed, as my drink was placed infront of me. The lady looked at both me and him and smiled, raising her eyebrows at me. He glanced at my drink, taking the cherry. Swivelling it in his grip, he glanced at me. I looked up at him with my doe eyes, as he popped it in my mouth, plucking the stem from the cherry itself. “Good girl.”

My heart started to race as he reached his hand out, ushering me closer. As I went to take his hand, a loud roguish man approached me, grabbing me by waist, immediately yelling in my face, “Are you gonna dance for me or what? Huh?”

The alcohol definitely playing its part, I glanced to security, they hadn’t seen the commotion yet and my heart was jumping out of its chest. He towered over me demanding, impatiently waiting for an answer. “Sir, please don’t speak to me like tha-“

“I can speak to you how the FUCK I want, don’t you dare think for a second that your better than me or anyone’s gonna save your pretty little ass, you do what I tell you-“ a huge thud landed as I was swiftly pushed back, the man in front of me collapsing to the ground. Colby had lunged at the drunken man. Angered, he had hit him square in the jaw, a tooth rolling around on the floor. A splash of blood on already red heel.

My breath hitched in my throat, still no security in sight, the music too loud for anyone to really give a shit. Colby had picked this man up by his shift, as though he weighed of nothing, he hissed in his face, “Beat it.”

The man was dropped to his feet and quickly scurried away, as if he saw death itself. I watched as he was out of site, a warm touch against my chin snapped me out of the trance I was in. Startled. “Are you okay, beautiful?”

Gazing into his eyes, hard to look away, I stuttered out, “I-uh, yeah. Thank you.” I placed my hand on his chest trying to gain my breath back, it all happened so fast, a boldness took over me, the sheer sign of strength made so effortlessly was almost overwhelming, “Wanna get out of here?”

I felt his heartbeat pick up every so slightly as he huskily said, “Lead the way, Y/N.”

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Of all places, I lead him to one of the private booths, the expensive, champagne riddled rooms. I shut the curtains to the room, letting staff know that it was occupied. The curved couch was a sparkly red, that had a pole in the middle as well as a love seat. The circular table had three bottles of champagne in a bucket of ice, recently been placed there. Lights had become dim since I’d closed the curtains and there were little sources of light emerging from under both seats. Colby had poured a drink for me and himself, keeping them set down on the table, he approached me with a smirk on his face, “What brings us here then beautiful?”

“I wanted to thank you back there, you were so brave.” Placing my hand on his chest once again, ever so slightly pushing him backwards, towards the curved seat, trailing my hand downwards. Batting my eyelashes at him with my big doe like eyes, I pouted, “So strong.”

His legs hit the textured couch, falling back on, eyes never straying from mine once. I began to crawl on top of him, in a straddle position, feeling himself twitch underneath me, “I-That was nothing back there, a beautiful girl like you shouldn’t have to take that shit.”

He insisted while taking in my body, my looks. Colbys hands began to travel up and down my lacy, deep red piece, taking it all in, breathing a little heavier than before. Muttering, he shifted a little from under me, looking back up at my eyes, “Fuck.”

Smirking slightly, I leant forward, giving him an eyeful of my cleavage, whispering, “I’ll make you feel good, Colby.” His breath began to hitch as I began to kiss up his jaw, his eyes darkened as he lifted my face, gazing into my eyes. His plump lips were begging to meet mine, he took a quick glance at my lips and mumbled hastily, “You’re making me crazy, beautiful.”

And with that he crashed his whiskey stained lips into my cherry tasted ones. Hunger was taking over and I grew to want him so badly. His great hands found their way to my back, travelling down and cupping me, grabbing me ever so slightly but enough for me to moan into his mouth. He seemed to like that. Swiftly, he took my laced bra off with one quick motion, making me gasp.

My hands got the better of me and I started unbuttoning his shirt, almost frustrated that it wasn’t coming undone quick enough. He pulled away, picking me up, his hands under me, straddling his waist now, “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

The blue eyed boy had laid us down, I was now laying on the love seat, he towered over me, looking me up and down, ready to feast. Colby stood there, with his shirt unbuttoned, his abs glistening from the sweat we had just created. He looked godly in this moment. He quickly took off his jeans, his member almost throbbing to be let out. I gulped as he looked bigger than anything I’d ever seen.

He lowered himself down, and kissed me passionately, still hungry for more. My hands roamed freely, helping him take off his shirt completely. With this motion I quickly flipped us, wanting to be on top of him. I begged, “Let me please you, Colby.”

Impressed at my strength, Colby had stifled a moan as I started to leave hungry kisses down his chest, until I got to his boxer line. I looked up at him through my lashes, as he nodded with approval, removing the clothing. His thick member throbbing. I gulped, taking in his size, he was fucking huge.

“Fuck.” I muttered as I teased him, licking up his shaft, keeping eye contact with him as he propped himself up on his elbows to get a better look. I wrapped my hand around his member, kissing the tip.

I began to take him in my mouth, bobbing my head up and down and sucking slightly, wanting him to feel euphoric. His sweet moans filled my ears, making me work harder for him. Wanting to make him feel better than ever. “You’re such a good girl, Y/N.”

Seeing his eyes roll back as his shaft touched the back of my throat was enough to make me moan, knowing I was doing a good job. I was a good girl. His good girl. Colby’s hand traveled to the back of my head, grabbing my hair slightly bobbing my head. It felt so good. “You like that baby girl?”

I nodded quickly, not wanting to disappoint, all of a sudden feeling really submissive. As I carried on sucking it for a little longer, Colby pulled my hair back and away from him gently making me look up at him, he muttered, “C’mere baby.”

I did as he asked, waiting for what was to come. Colby got on top of me, his chain dangling infront of my face, his arms looking as muscular as ever as he towered over me, I felt completely under his spell and I was more than ready for what he was about to do to me.

He caressed my breasts, with both hands as I started to breath heavier, trying to keep it together. His eyes flickering towards mine and my bare chest, he muttered sweet nothings as he latched onto them, kissing them. Sucking them. I couldn’t help but moan at the way his tongue moved against my body, “Colby!”

“Shh, baby. You sound so fucking good, but we can’t get in trouble now, can we?” He muttered against my breasts, knowing full well we’d get in big trouble as clients weren’t supposed to be touchy let alone all over each other. He was far from being a client, but I would definitely get kicked out immediately for this behaviour. I groaned out of annoyance, frustrated with pleasure. He began to bite them ever so gently, putting my hand over my mouth to shuffle my moans. Colby had made him way down to my panties, asking for approval, granting him access. He swiftly took them off with ease, “Fuck you’re so perfect.”

“Are you ready baby?” He huskily marvelled, admiring the mess he had made me into, touching himself. His hair stuck to his forehead a little, his muscles glistening all over, his tattoos made his aura dark and mysterious but he seemed like a complete utter dream. In response, all I could manage was a swift nod, with impatient, hungry eyes.

He lined his huge member up with my already wet folds, awaiting the small pain that came with it. He came down closer to me, kissing me roughly and pushing himself into me at the same time, causing me to melt into his mouth, both moaning loudly. My hands traveled up to his hair, getting tangled in his locks. His motions were euphoric and heavenly, making my back arch with every move. Colby moaned roughly into my neck, kissing it and nipping at the skin with his teeth, leaving slight bruises as he trailed.

“Fuck, you feel so good Y/N.” My nails scraped along down his back, marking him as equally as he did me. He couldn’t keep back his moans as they sounded through my body. Unwinding. As is pace quickened, my orgasm started to grow nearer. I couldn’t hold it any longer, he was making me feel pleasure like I’ve never felt it before, “Colby, I’m so close!”

“Fuck baby, don’t come until I tell you too. I know you’re a good girl. My good, good girl.” He quickened his pace and became a little rougher with his thrusts, making me into a moaning mess. He couldn’t bring himself to tell me to be quiet anymore, he loved the way he was making me feel. He moved so he could put my legs over his shoulders, making my climax come quicker, “Colby, please!”

“Oh baby, I’m gonna come too.” He muffled tensely, his thrusts getting sloppier, I looked at him with pleading eyes, muttering and begging, Colby looked at me with pleading eyes, “Come for me beautiful.”

With that, I had unleashed my orgasm, coming undone at his command, moaning his name as I rode out my high. I started toying with my breasts to get him closer to his climax, wanting nothing more but the warm fill, “Colby, please come. Please!”

Not even a moment later he came undone too, filling me up with his come. We were both messes, moaning into each other as he collapsed on top of me, pecking my neck as he collected himself. He rolled over to the next of me, putting his arm underneath his head and one out for me to lay on. We were both panting like sick dogs. I propped myself up on my elbow, my head resting against my palm.

“You know, I’ve never seen you in here before.” I muttered, playing with a strand of my hair. I pondered it, because he was a beautiful man, a young man. A man that didn’t suit these kind of places.

“I thought you’d ask, it’s a good friend of mines birthday and we all thought it would be a good surprise to bring him here.” Colby chuckled, looking into my eyes. He reached out for my hand and placed it on his chest, his heart still erratic. “You are beautiful though, Y/N. I meant what I said.”

“Thank you. You’re not too bad yourself.” I giggled, him faking a hurt expression, giving me a pearly white smile, something that made me melt on the spot. His crinkles next to his eyes matching perfectly with his happy looks.

“A pretty girl like you, how’d you end up here?” He looked at me sincerely, wanting to know me a little better. I didn’t think he’d ask, making me feel slightly embarrassed that I have money issues.

“Oh it’s nothing, just- university won’t pay itself, you see.” I said with honesty. glancing down at my hands down, playing with them.

“University? That’s incredible, I can’t imagine how expensive that must be, I guess I can understand.” I looked up at him, he seemed genuine and I melted into his gaze, I gave him a small smile. Appreciating his kind words. Mouthing a ‘thank you’.

“You know,” propping himself up to really look at me this time, grabbing the two glasses of champagne on the table. Handing one to me, “I would really like to take you out, get you away from here eventually.”

“I would really love that.” I blushed, him smirking in return.

“It wouldn’t be classed as inappropriate to maybe cheers to this? A new beginning, potentially?” Him raising a glass.

I giggled, feeling a sense of happiness and fulfilment. Cuddled up with a man you feel like you’ve known forever, chatting, getting to know each other and just sealed a date with, raising a toast to a new beginning. “Cheers.”

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a/n- omg I had no plan for this just a thought, one thing led to another and BOOM. hope you enjoyed lol I never know how to wrap up endings

stay sweet x

[fartquen12]

"ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ɪɴᴄᴀꜱᴇ ᴡᴇ ᴅɪᴇ."

Carl Grimes x Fem! Reader.

// I had an idea for this fic for a while and I have finally pulled it together lmao. Hope you all love it <3 //

TW: Mentions of weapons, mentions of death, lots of smut.

|You only notice how you feel about Carl in the worst moment.|

There you sat covered in blood. Thats the childhood memory you remember best. Sitting on your porch waiting for your parents to come trick or treating with you. You thought a lot about your childhood. The apocolypse had just began and all you had was memories. You wanted more.

You had no one now, you were alone. You were 15 when the virus broke out. You saw the first few videos on the news. Confused, scared. You had no clue what would happen to the world.

You thought it might just disappear atleast that's what you hoped for... that's what you prayed for. Needless to say now you had been with a group for a while.. and to the looks of it... the end was nowhere near.

"Y/N!"

A voice called out interrupting your thoughts. It was Carl, a boy around your same age... you had known him for a while now... you didn't know how long but a couple summers and winters.. that's how you counted time. He had been the one that took care of you when your parents died. He was your bestfriend. "Yeah?" You replied, he was running towards you from the distance.

"Its late.. however if you're not too tired I need someone to come with me into town." He said out of breath. "How come..?" You asked. "I have to go grab some things for Daryl... I don't want to go alone." He sighed. "Yeah, ok sure. Just let me grab my bag." You nodded reaching for the bag of guns next to you in the field.

"C'mon.. we will make it fast." Carl said tugging your arm and before you knew it you were off into the night, again. The town wasn't far, luckily. You both had made it in 20 minutes and had no problems. It was pretty clear. There were no walkers. You both had split up and gathered the items. That's when it all happened... so fast.

"Hey Carl..-" you said hearing footsteps behind you. Unfortunately for you once you turned around you saw a walker coming at you jaw wide open and in a quick moment without thought you scrambled to grab your gun and shoot it right between the eyes. The gun was loud. Extremely loud. Carl came running in your direction after hearing the gunshot. "What the hell Y/N! We don't want anyone to hear us." He yelled. "Well excuse me I was about to get eaten." You yelled back. "You can't just yell and shoot your gun like that!" He exclaimed. "Well, it worked." You smiled. He shook his head. "C'mon, we gotta get going." He said grabbing your wrist and pulling you out of the building. "Holy shit." said Carl as you two exited the building you were faced with dozens of walkers all noticing you two.

"Run." He said, yanking your hand and dragging you quickly through alleyways trying to gain distance. "Carl!" You screamed in fear as he pulled you, dodging every walker in sight. You had managed to lose most of them but some had managed to keep up. You kept running, turning and twisting through every possible exit until there was none. You were cornered.

"Shit." Carl muttered. "We have to jump." You said looking at the window above the dumpster. So Carl hoisted you up above the dumpster and you quickly examined the area for something... anything stiff enough to break a window. But before you could even get a good look-

shatter

Carl jumped into the building scanning the room for any walkers and when he saw none he grabbed you and pulled you down with him. "You good?" He asked. "Yeah... just a scratch." You replied, your arm stung from the glass.

"We're trapped in here. Lets just wait until morning..." he said looking around for somewhere to hide. He found a janitorial closet. Small, Hidden, and Sturdy. He basically threw you in there and locked the door behind the two of you. "Well this is nice." You said sarcastically. "Shh" he hushed you placing a finger to your lips. You hadn't ever said anything.. but you thought Carl was quite attractive. Infact you were pretty sure everyone thought he was attractive. He was two years older than you, the apocalypse had made him a man.

You always found yourself admiring him, not like a crush, more like a friend crush? You weren't sure. But in the moment you were sitting in the dark closet face to face, chest to chest, leg to leg, and all you could do was try and not blush. You were pretty sure your face was red. You tried to shift away but he only pulled you closer. "What are you doing?" You asked. "Trying not to die." He whispered, his warm breath hitting your face. "G-Good idea..." you muttered, your heartbeat speeding up. He could feel your heart beating, pounding against your chest. His touch made you shiver.

And his breath in your face made your body react in a way it never had before. "Y/N... " he said softly. "Yeah..." you replied, the air was thick and you were sure it was the tension. "Are you alright?" he asked in a whisper. "Y-Yes... I'm fine." You whispered, trying to look away. He put his hand on your cheek. "Stop moving around, they'll notice us." He whispered. You stopped. You could hear his breathing. It was heavy, almost like a sigh. "Are you ok Carl..?" You asked him. "Yeah.." he replied, he was quiet. "Are you sure?" You questioned.

"Yeah..." he responded, again, still quiet. "Are you su-" shhhh he hushed, again placing his finger on your lips. He placed his forehead against yours and let out a deep sigh. "Y/N..." he muttered, his tone low and gruff. "Mhm...?" You mumbled, looking up at him. He looked at you, his eyes piercing through the darkness and staring into your soul. His face was so close. "Y/N.. can I.." he whispered, his tone shaky. "Can you what?" You asked.

Without warning he pulled your face closer and his lips brushed yours. He lingered for a minute and then backed away. "Shit... I'm sorry..." he apologized, his face full of embarrassment. "No.. don't be... that was..." you paused trying to think of the right words. "Amazing." You finished, leaning in and kissing him back. He returned the kiss. It was gentle at first but then became rougher. He pushed his lips against yours and ran his tongue across your lips, begging for entry. You granted him entrance and his tongue was in your mouth. He explored every inch and bit down on your lip, causing you to moan into his mouth. You could tell it turned him on because he pushed his body closer to yours and began sucking and biting your neck, leaving marks. "Carl." You moaned as he grinded his hips against yours, his hands exploring every part of your body. He unbuttoned your shirt and slipped it off. "What are you-"

"Just incase we die." He says when...

BANG BANG BANG

"BRO... WHAT WAS THAT!!!" you yelled out. THATS WHEN JOHN STAMOS CAME BUSTING IN AND BEGAN HUMPING A BROOM AND FARTING ON BOTH OF YOU GUYS. "HOW BA-A-A-A-AD CAN I BE!!" YELLS OUT ONE OF THE WALKERS. THATS WHEN THE WHOLE HOARD CAME BUSTING IN AND ONE ZOMBIE TURNED ON SKIBIDI TOILET AND IN SYNC ALL OF THE THOUSOUNDS OF WALKERS CAME PILING INTO THE CLOSET AND BEGAN HITTING THE GRIDDY EVERYWHERE AND POOPING. "SHIT!!" CRIES OUT CARL AS HE TURNS TO YOU. "JUST RUN!!" HE SHOUTS. "WE NEED A PLAN." YOU SHOUT BACK. "YO POOP!" CARL SAYS DIVING HEAD FIRST INTO A PILE OF WALKER POOP. "OH, OKAY." YOU REPLY, DOING THE SAME. YOU AND CARL BECOME SO DIRTY THAT YOU DISAPPEAR INTO THE POOP. "HMMM, DID WE DO IT BRO?? DID WE SUCCEED?" YOU ASK. "I DON'T KNOW... LET ME TEST." CARL SAYS, REACHING UP AND TUGGING AT A ZOMBIE'S CROTCH. "I DON'T THINK IT'S WORKING." YOU TELL HIM. "I HAVE AN IDEA." CARL SAYS, UNZIPPING HIS PANTS. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING." YOU ASK HIM. "MY FAVORITE MAGIC TRICK." HE REPLIES, BEFORE SLIDING OFF HIS PANTS AND BREATHING FIRE FROM HIS BUTT. "WOAH!" YOU SAY, AS YOU WATCH HIM SPEW FIRE AT THE WALKERS. "I HAVE A SECOND PART TO THIS." CARL SAYS, SLIDING OFF YOUR PANTS. "WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO?!" YOU ASK. "DO IT FOR DARYL!" HE SAYS, SHOOTING YOU INTO THE WALKERS WITH FIRE. "BRUUUU THATS SICK!" YOU YELL OUT DOOKIE FALLING INTO YOUR MOUTH "YOUR SICK BRO!" SAYS CARL "OKAY BRO BUT LIKE... NO HOMO." YOU SAY "NO HOMO WE SLEEP BUTT TO BUTT" CARL SAYS GRABBING YOUR HAND AND THEN YOU GUYS HIT THE GRIDDY WITH ALL OF THE WALKERS.

AND SO THERE YOU SAT

COVERED IN POOP

THE END!!!!!!!

HOPED YOU GUYS LOVED THIS FIC AS MUCH AS I DO <3

[illustrationist-of-the-stars]

I just wanna know something. For Jing Yuan!Yuu, do they ever reveal how old they are to the rest of the cast? Like, I'm assuming by the last post you made about them they thought he was around their age, so does Jing Yuan!Yuu ever get around to having the "I'm part of a long lives species and look older than I am" talk? Would he get along with Lilia in that regard? Sorry if this is a bit much.

Yes, there will come a time where he will reveal his actual age, his condition of being a long-life species and the implications that comes with it some other time since the talk on the topic will be a bit long overdue...but in the meantime Yuu!Jing Yuan will most likely would never had to spill the beans to anyone about his true age if he'd have any say in it, it was mostly gonna be situational stuff that is purely out of his control that'd push him into telling everyone that's involved with him and the Overblots (which is the main cast-) so it would be a sort of a mind-breaking revelation at first but it wouldn't be much of a change in things except maybe in dynamics with other people that Yuu!Jing Yuan's acquainted with that didn't have any clue about it before...

To name a few, Ace and Deuce would probably have a mini telepathic breakdown over it because "Holy shit, he's as old as my great grandparents" "He could be old enough to date my MOM. WHAT" "Crap, I've been hanging out with an actual fossil all this time-" "Dude, he could've met the dinosaurs with that many zero's in his age" "He literally doesn't look a day older,the world really does have it's favourites-"

Give the boy's some time and they'd maybe get over it and pretend everything's back to normal (not-).

There are way too many guy's to list so just know that there would be radically different reactions but in the end, they'd just end up treating him as they've always been except maybe add some old man jokes in there-

For Lilia though, they'd both totally bond over their shared wise elder label's but opt to just not talk about it purely for the shock and surprise factor for the other party so a lot of prime stuff for some good inside jokes there lmao

And no, it's fine, Anon. You're good and I'm actually the one feeling bad right now because this reply took so long to come back so we're both good lol ^_^;

[heygreyyart]

Hello!! It's been ages I wrote something this long in my second language and holy. shit. This was hard you guys, i think i'll stick to drawing lmao. This only fuels my admiration to you, writers!! also, enjoy this art wip in the meantime (●'◡'●)

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For Janna’s sake -- if she could shut up for only five seconds.

Calloused fingers run through the curly back of his chestnut hair, as Viktor shut his eyes attempting to pace himself down.

An exasperated sigh escaped from his pursed lips, the slender scientist had been unknowingly trapped against the desk from his own laboratory as the small, freckled frame against him defied the towering height between their bodies, thin arms positioned around him menacingly.

In a way, he found this endearing - Viktor knew she was trying to compensate for the lack of physical height between them by cornering him...little did she know, the scientist enjoyed it behind his unamused facade.

On the other hand, he hated the loud and dramatic antics Ella constantly played whenever they didn’t agree on anything – an unfortunate daily occurrence. 

“You’re making a scene, again. “ He muttered, his hoarse, tired voice lacking patience. He spent the past thirteen hours tinkering and testing some new calculations for the Hextech crystals. Just like his co-worker, the blue gems frantically reacted out of proportion. Dark eyes locked into his golden gaze, demanding him to continue speaking. Plump lips huffing as her arms slowly backed away, crossing around her chest in a swift motion. He noticed the red swelling in her eyes. Viktor assumed Ella spent the afternoon crying – a habit he once witnessed only because he found her wrecking her own sketches and cursing in a language he didn’t quite understand a night after sharing a meeting with council Medarda and the rest of that godforsaken rounded table. The little firecracker hated it when someone else had so much control over her… so of course, the most obvious route of action was to crawl back to him for a rematch. 

“You interpreted everything I said earlier in the worst possible way. As usual.” The red haired woman took a deep breath, puncturing eyes silently stared at his now perplexed features. If looks could kill, he knew for sure he’d end up laying cold dead for being too blunt for his own good. The grasp in his cane strengthened as he embraced Ella's impact.

Hot or cold and no way in between, that’s how it had always been. Ella would either ignore him for a couple of hours (or maybe a day or two if he was lucky enough), then she’d return to the lab in the middle of the night, angrily slam the door while making everyone around aware she was pissed as hell and curse him in every colourful and possible way.

Viktor didn’t care too much, he’d gotten far too used to her explosive attitude after spending six tortuous months working together. “Now it’s a good time for you to say whatever you actually meant to say today during our meeting.” She spat. 

What Ella lacked in height she manifested with her threatening attitude. For once she decided not to call him by his name. “Viktor” had a nicer ring in her ears but he didn’t deserve her sugar coated purrs.  

“You do realize what you did today will basically, fuck me and my team all over. Right? We need the funding. Jayce was this close to close the d–” “I am aware.” Viktor snapped quickly, dark eyebrows furrowing with frustration. 

“What you were not aware of, is the fact we do not need these businesses to use –exploit! – what we are doing here. We have enough resources to allow them to turn this revolutionary step for all humanity into a pathetic sponsor deal." 

The slender man got up and backed away from the bomb exploding right in front of him. He noticed the redhead clamped her hands furiously and impulsively slapped the hard and cold surface of the desk. 

“So fuck the rest, right? As long as you and Jayce have enough toys to play in your lab. Is that all you care about, Viktor? This funding would have allowed us to display this project everywhere in Piltover, all of Runeterra even! Alas, improving our chances to continue what we’re doing for at least two more years.” The artist let out a frustrated, resigned sigh. Manicured hands covered her face in a fruitless attempt of self soothing. White spotted fingers quickly moved to the immense hair bun to remove one thick brush that kept the hairdo from falling down only to re-do her characteristic hairstyle. Viktor had noticed that this was another habit of hers, a routine to avoid descending into madness. Nothing this woman did went unnoticed by anyone– especially to his attentive eyes. “I understand you never actually had to go through cutting expenses, the academy has a tendency to only reject the art department’s projects and practically fire everyone... “

She started, eyes wandering around the laboratory looking for anything to distract the angry and loud pounding of her heart. “Excuse me? You don’t have the faintest idea what I had to endure to get where I – “ 

Viktor raised his voice, his accent thick and rabid. His slender figure drew near to her, and for a moment he fantasized of whacking the brat’s head with his cane. “--But we’re required to explain every little spending we do.” Ella cut him off defiantly. 

“And unfortunately…I can’t say “science happened” like Jayce and you love to tell Heimerdinger whenever you spent last three month’s expenses for just one test.” “Science happened?” Viktor repeatedly exasperated. Speechless.

[shroomsssssssssssss]

sooooo wall-e Top Gun AU anyone..?

Hear me out just like clearly Mav would be partnered with walle- maybe like before humanity left they took volunteers to help clean up earth with the robots. Pete, with both his parents now gone, thinks why tf not? He’s taken in and like the only way I can think of him surviving that long is for him to be like genetically modified to extend his lifespan by ALOT and stop aging, so thats what happens in my mind lmao.  He says behind and gets paired with the Walle we know and adore with provisions and what not cuz he is still human

Bc  im not taking Mavs planes from him, he gets to fix up an old one and fly it I don’t make the rules) 

Ice is clearly NOT on earth and I would like to think that he’s one of the scouts with EVA. So he actually flys around space with her. He’s also been raised and “built” to keep up with her and be the perfect scout  :D 

Hurray for experimentation :D

Does that make sense? anyways we get to the main plot and ice and Eva come down. Mav and walle are clearly losing their shit. Walle cuz “omg pretty robot” and Mav because its literally been 700 years since he’s seen another person 

Ice and Eva are rightfully freaked tf out and go about they business like the bosses they are (mav and walle DO bother/annoy them but they also still have a job to do (not that they do it consistently, just look at them. Mav takes walle flying all the fucking time lmao) 

But little do they know what they’re looking for Mav literally HAS. You can’t tell me he wouldnt find that little plant and like care for it. He totally would cuz I said so. 

I just remembered the massive sand storms, so im thinking Ice and Eva are taken in by the boys and that’s where they find the little plant. (After like learning about each other cuz it would be cute) 

Of course Ice wants to take it back but Mav and walle demand that he take them with him  (“Ice, do you even know how to take care of a plant?” “…” “I didn’t fucking think so.”)

So Ice ofc takes them both (mav for sure ask to fly his space craft) 

So they get there and Mavs like blown away but also hella confused at like how everything is and “ice why tf are they so…..big??? Why is the food served in a cup? Wtf is happening rn?” 

Ofc this is where he also meets Goose (who could be like…idfk tbh. Maybe like an eng ineer???? OR HE AND MAV BOTH STAYED AND ICE BROUGH TH BOTH. THAT SOLVED MY PROBLEM OF OTHER VOLUNTEERS. THE BRADSHAW FAMILY ARE TJE OTHERS THAT STAYED. FUCK YEH.)

They hit it off IMMEDIATELY much to ice’s displeasure. 

FUCK I JUST RELIZED MAV WOULD BE LIKE ONE OF THE ONLY PEOPLE WHO KNOW WHAT EARTH WAS LIKE BEFORE THEY LEFT HOLY FUCK. 

[aves-rook-laidir]

Here are my live notes that i typed out on the Sticker App while playing the game for the first time. - MAJOR SPOILERS -

They are slightly out of order because I was just jumping in typing wherever:

Holy shit it’s on TWO DISCS?!!?

Not me staring at the press any button screen for ages

I like that Neve is like Cassandra, your no 1

Davrin Rook bonded so fast because they were immediately thrown into a dragon battle together and it got really tough real quick

Did Gilhanain just say YOUR BLOOD KNOWS YOU’LL DIE HERE?

Absolutely loved bringing harding as the extra companion, she’s just so exasperated by it all

I do feel like the va tone didn’t always fit with certain more serious situations.

Staring at Solas in photomode, so mixed emotions, mostly exasperation.

So what was he doing at the strart? Putting evanuris in a stronger prison, then tearing down the veil, or? Because if he was just putting them in a new prison, and exlained himself to Varric non of this would be happening.

God damn, someone ask Morrigan about the fith blight, actually, is it even public record who journeyed with the Warden? Was it kept hush hush?

Can wardens still hear the calling if all the high dragons are awakend? Whos calling them in the deep roads?

I wonder if Davrin has a hard time talking about the elven god reveal because he has a special relationship with Halla and Ghilanain was the god of Halla? 

Oh, why would we have Varric's shaving mirror?

Lucanis so fucking weird haha

Davrin - “Couldn’t have asked for a better day” Rook immediately, ungracefully slides down a cliff

Emmrich is making a mistake, why would he want to be immortal, like look at these three imortal clowns running around.

Ok so The Ancient Elves were spirits who took physical forms using the lyrium, which is the blood of the ancient titans, They became the first mages? This caused a war between the elves and the titans

I wish they had shown more of Emmrich getting her out of the fade, because that is his very specific skill, like all the attention Lucanis got about using the dagger, to cement Emrrich's role in all this, I wanna see him being a badass in a direct story point.

The Butcher was scarier than Elghanan, should not have been,

Elghanan should have been wayyyy scarier, less talking.

“The gods they give strength but all they ask in return is everything” dope

Literally fuck off no scene getting her out of the fade, her reacting to getting out, the grief? The Relief? Helo?

“Though Harding also told me” LMAO Emmrich

I feel like it makes more sense for Harding to sneak up on Ghillie, This is her moment, tragic because we’ve seen her whole journey. Harding saying ‘should I take the shot’ at the start of the game then taking guaranteeing Ghilanains death with her simple bow and arrow. and to have this little dreamless thing, created out of the desicrated titans be the last thing she sees, fuck yes.

The first thing they did was retrieve all the bodies. They found Harding and Leliana and the Inquisitor brought her back to her village

Solas: How did you even get out of the fade? Rook: gestures vaguely to Emmrich standing behind her ‘He knows more about the fade than you.'

I wish there was a bit more dialogue with Dorian at the end, saying ‘Do it for Varric and or Harding, won’t you? They were just so…oh, you…know...’

Taash everyone I loves dies NONONO I love you!

‘Everything dies, its what they do’ Including imortal gods

Is solas fucking losing??? fucks sake cant even do one thing

Solas assisting the Shadow Dragons at the end paint a funny picture, like, imaging Dorain trying to evacuate the city and Solas is just also there, after like 10 years. How did that reunion go?

It had to be bellara that got blighted, those gods were hers, that history is hers, and she's just so innocent, it was a great character arc

me the whole time 'its fine just go grey warden'

Shaved her head after coming out the fade to feel something

What if it’s not enough? What if it is?

I really though time travel was going to be a thing, after the dorian stuff?

Leo represent my Inky because in my AU she is too weak to travel as the mark is still sucking the life out of her, arm or no arm, but she dragged her ass up for that final scene with Solas. Leli and Josie spread a misinformation campaign around thedas, so unless you meet them directly its really hard to know if Inky is a female Elf, Male Human, and whoever else.

I hope Morrigan is ok

[allwormdiet]

Sentinel 9.2

Hey Flechette, glad to have you aboard, please mind the bloodthirsty coworker

Interesting way of greeting people, Sophia. At least she has the decency to apologize, eventually.

Also crazy good reflexes on Flechette, holy shit.

Somehow I doubt she's going to only be stuck here for a month

Also God, Sophia is such a tryhard, it's kinda funny when she's not trying to kill somebody about it

Fascinated by the idea that you can tell whether a cape is the type to run across rooftops by vibes.

More exposition, this one to explain Flechette's power and the associated power ratings. With this, I get how she was able to wreck Leviathan's shit better than basically anyone else, "borks physics on projectiles" is a massive benefit. Girl's busted.

Describing Brockton Bay as jerky, awkward, and demanding feels appropriate lmao

Also oh no why do the out of towners keep thinking they should connect with Shadow Stalker, she's like the least friendly one

"Gotta wait for them to obviously commit a crime so we can swing in and kick them in the teeth" - definitely not a cop

Oh yeah, no threat from tranquilizer bolts, except I guess the fucking broken glass that can get embedded in the flesh, Jesus Christ

This fight feels harsh, swift, these guys are going down fast and hard and there's already two nasty blows to the neck.

Speaking of harsh and brutal, Jesus. Sophia really likes to make people hurt, huh?

The restraint thing is cool, very Spider-Man, although hanging people upside-down for an extended period of time feels... dangerous.

Also yeah no kidding Sophia is too comfortable with violence

So, I'm going to sidestep the ethical dilemma of "should someone who was very nearly victimized be allowed to kick the shit out of the people who almost did awful things to them" because I think that's a pretty delicate and complicated topic

What I'm going to focus on instead is "should government-employed superheroes deliberately allow the above to happen," and I'm pretty sure the answer is no? This is an interesting glimmer of sympathy from Shadow Stalker but it's coming at the cost of the physical health of people she's responsible for taking down; even if they're shitheads, even if they were going to try to rape that woman, it doesn't look any better for Shadow Stalker that they're brutalized any further than what it took to incapacitate them

So how's it going trying to make a friend out of the girl that's your age

Shadow Stalker literally calls herself a cop! She says it! And then she throws on "judge, jury, and executioner" just to really drive the point home! Protectorate heroes and Wards have the room to treat themselves as goddamn Judge Dredd in times of emergency, either because of tacit approval by their superiors or because of insufficient oversight! Both options are bad!

Flechette is smart enough to distance herself at least

The only real rebuke against Shadow Stalker's whole deal is that nobody who knows her especially likes her

Let's not shame a man for knowing things about dolls, hmm? We can do better than that

The detail about what a parian doll is is kinda neat though

Also very neat that she's a fashion student using her superpowers to make herself stand apart from her peers

That could've gone really poorly, holy shit

Goddamn, Parian takes this seriously.

Well, glad she's finding someone to connect with at least, for all that Shadow Stalker was a bust.

Being a conflict-avoidant parahuman has to fucking suck, good lord. No wonder Parian's on edge, she's acting as muscle for an entire group of survivors and probably on call the entire day, and she hates every second of it.

And so a spark is struck.

Wonder why Parian is dressing up to look white. Further obfuscation of her identity? Makes as much sense as anything.

At least Flechette is wringing some kind of benefit out of this ass assignment

Current Thoughts

Nice to more officially meet the both of these characters. Flechette seems nice and has a neat power, Parian seems nice and has a neat power. Wild to me that they're gonna be like, the token wlw couple in this story, there's already so much tension involving Taylor and other girls.

Shadow Stalker basically told on herself this chapter and will continue to tell on herself for the rest of the arc

[whumpshaped]

Has/will Helle gift Beck anything? How would beck respond? (Ideally other then pain or vampirism lmao)

masterlist

tw vampire whumper, invasion of privacy, dont worry tho its all silly

"Is this... for me?" Beck asked, unsure how to feel about the little box with a nice-looking bow on top. There was no fucking way Helle remembered his birthday– there was no way they even knew when it was.

"It is your birthday, is it not?" Their smile didn't waver, nor did their hand holding... his present, apparently. "You can just take it, you know. You do not have to make it awkward."

They were right. The sooner this odd situation was over, the better. "Thank you," he forced out as he took the box, careful not to touch Helle's hand along with it. "I'll... take a look later."

Helle hummed in acknowledgement, plopping down onto the sofa as if this really was all perfectly normal. "It is yours, do whatever you wish with it."

Beck placed the gift on top of the dresser, still puzzled as to why Helle didn't push for it to be opened right away. Was it really not a trap? Was it really just some ordinary trinket? "Okay, I know– I know you said I don't have to make it awkward–"

"But you cannot help yourself, can you?" He could hear the smile in their voice as they said it. "No, it is not a trick. No, it is not a bomb. No, it is not poison. Anything else you might worry your pretty little head about?"

"Well, um... n-no, that's, that's a pretty good list." He stayed standing, wringing his hands nervously. "Can't you tell me what it is? I'd feel a lot better if, if you just told me."

"No."

"But–"

"Be a good boy and stop trying to ruin your own surprise."

Beck bit his lip, trying to ignore the way it made him feel whenever Helle called him a good boy. Like some dog. He glanced at the present one last time, then went to sit down on the sofa as well. If they weren't telling, then they wouldn't get to see his reaction to whatever nefarious thing they'd managed to fit in a box so small. "Fine," he muttered, unbearably annoyed that Helle didn't even seem to care.

-

As soon as Beck left his bedroom the next morning, his eyes fell upon Helle's mystery box on the dresser. They weren't in the apartment anymore... and admittedly, he was deathly curious, just like the cat.

He picked it up cautiously, still expecting something murderous despite the vampire's reassurances. The ribbon wasn't coated in any suspicious powder or liquid, and the top of the box slid off without detonating anything, revealing a smaller, flatter box inside.

He took that one out as well, taking a deep breath before undoing the small clip on the side of it. Nothing dangerous happened; the only thing inside was a piece of paper, neatly folded in half. He was just about to get frustrated with Helle's stupid prank when he noticed the thing underneath.

"Holy shit," he whispered, staring at the gold coin in disbelief. It was the exact one he'd been looking at for ages, the one he'd been saving up for, the one he'd never told anyone about because it was so silly and expensive. He'd wanted it since the year it'd come out — some halloween special for the rich, with his favourite mariana fruit bats on either side of it.

Was this actually the real thing? Did Helle pay half a grand so he could have a little bat coin for his birthday?

He unfolded the note, still in a bit of a daze.

'I suppose we both got our little gifts — your browsing history was positively delightful.

Love,

Helle'

~

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[tragedy-peanut-gallery]

what are your thoughts (and potential headcanons) about aegon iv's nine mistresses?

Ouffff well I gotta be honest I probably won’t have as many headcanons about them as I did for the daughters in law of Daeron and Myriah- but I’m more than happy to share my thoughts about them!

Falena Stokeworth

Thoughts: Groomer!!! Get lost lady you’re literally his dad’s age!!!!! Should’ve locked her up in Harrenhall and thrown away the key maybe!

Headcanons: Honestly I think canon already kind of spells it out for us given her age relative to his own, but I wouldn’t be surprised if she was preying on Aegon’s whole mommy issues deal in order to get into a relationship with him. Pain and suffering all around.

Megette

Thoughts: Honestly poor girl she deserved sooo much better :( pretty sure her whole deal was supposed to be another commentary on how nobility don’t actually give a shit about the smallfolk even when they’re lovers and all that, but goddamn I just feel bad for her :(

Cassella Vaith

Thoughts: Ngl another girl who deserved so much better- it’s kind of weird how they give her a description but not the other mistresses but hey who am I to judge- makes her easier to draw ig?

Headcanons: Oh she was absolutely psychologically tortured during her time with Aegon because that man is notttt capable of being nice to any woman. I imagine the reason she wasn’t married off after being returned home was because of how traumatized she was

Bellegere Otherys

Thoughts: Okay this may sound stupid as hell given all the shit I talked about Aegon prior to this but like…. Idc, I support her decisions in choosing one of the most rancid men in Westeros to be her lover. In her defense!!!! Pickings for royalty were very slim- her only other options were a former teen dad who’s still hung up on his ex wife and is always busy trying (and failing) to keep his nephews from dying, a member of the kingsguard who’s obsessed with his own sister, and Baelor, of course she was gonna go for Aegon! Bellegere can get the one exception because I think pirate women are really cool and tbh I think she’s also the only one who was with him for funsies before dropping his ass like a sack of potatoes when he got too annoying for her

Headcanons: Ngl I kinda like to think her daughter Nahra took up the whole trading/smuggling/pirating business after her, and Bellegere got to retire and chill in Braavos watching all the shit go down with the Blackfyre rebellions. Good for her <3

Barba Bracken

Thoughts: I mean…. She’s a bitch, but tbh she kinda deserved better too. Even if she is meant to be a bad person, she was also just a teenager when Aegon began sleeping with her and was mostly pushed forward by her own dad, and its sad that she then continued the cycle of abuse to her own sister :(

Headcanons: I kinda like to think she and Daena had a very toxic frenemy-ship, that’s my main reasoning to explain why Aegor was so loyal to Daemon lmao

Melissa Blackwood

Thoughts: I mean, she’s one of Naerys’ only canonical female friends so she gets an automatic like in my books. And also kinda funny that the Bracken/Blackwood slap fight actually caused another Targ civil by just pushing their female relatives in front of a horny king. She absolutely deserved so much better

Headcanons: I refuseeee to believe she died in childbirth, in my head she’s also retired chilling in Raventree Hall with her daughters and occasionally got updates from Brynden about the war crimes he was committing <3

Bethany Bracken

Thoughts: Deserved so, SO much better. Mr lord Bracken sir I will see you in HELL!!!!!

Jeyne Lothson

Thoughts: Only thing I have to say is…. Absolutely gothic horror girlie because holy shit. My god. Was George intentionally writing her story to be horrifying or was it a weird fetish- I’m hoping to god it was the former. Anyways she absolutely deserved so much better than all the adults in her life

Headcanons: For added flavor aka more horror! I do headcanon her to actually be Aegon’s daughter, and I believe Danelle was either her daughter or granddaughter because- well, we do definitely need to sprinkle in some more cursed bloodline shit to the house that’s already doomed cause they’re living in Harrenhall, yippe :))

Serenei of Lys

Thoughts: Boring as hellllll that she died from childbirth like- COME ON!!! Let the lady die from implosion, or slipping on a banana peel or something!!! Also kinda sucks that we barely know anything else about her! I want the lore George!!!

Headcanons: Due to lack of lore, I’m stealing someone else’s previous headcanon that she’s actually a Hightower bastard because 1. Absolutely hilarious and is absolutely the level of hustling scam-artistry that I would expect during Aegon’s reign, and 2. Kinda explains her whole deal- why Jon even brought her to court, why we know nothing about her past, why she’s so distant and kinda secretive. Shout out to whoever came up with that headcanon cause that lives in my head rent free forever now

[cdyssey]

Elsbeth (1.06) Thoughts:

someone on Elsbeth sure thinks that “thanks, boomer” is current fkwoowowksjsjs

HELLO LESBIANISM!!!!!!!!! HELLO?!!!!!!

NILES FROM THE NANNY?????????

JAYCUB

I love the way that the show uses a lot of classical music. “Lacrimosa” for the murder is excellent.

Vanessa is absolutely serving.

The little nod Kaya and Elsbeth give each other!!

Elsbeth calling Vanessa stunning + all the compliments she gave to Jane Krakowski’s character. I know what you are, ma’am!!!

“Not gut feelings from women who wear polka dots over the age of fifteen.” FOUL FJSNDNS.

Elsbeth hastily shutting the laptop and then ensuing beat with Kaya… Kaya’s got her number.

God, I love that Elsbeth is nice, but that’s not the same thing as kind. When it comes to people underestimating or dismissing her—like the detective on this case—she’s willing to be cutting when she needs or wants to.

KAYA ON THE TABLE.

YOU CONSTRUCT INTIMATE RITUALS TO TOUCH THE SKIN OF OTHER WOMEN!!

FLEKFJJDDJ, the sequence of Elsbeth fidgeting in the waiting room. She is so endearing

“VIVA LA VIDA” ORCHESTRA!!

Vanessa’s wife is so pretty. Carolyn??

Their first date being a Coldplay concert lmao

Elsbeth’s ensemble in this sequence is stunning. The black jacket and the golden accents. The amber shirt with that bow. I’m so envious of her wardrobe

Holy SHIT, this consultation scene… Vanessa touching Elsbeth’s face… Elsbeth touching her spleen and leaning close to Vanessa. And then Vanessa touching her face again!!! That’s some chemistry right there.

It’s notable that Kaya doesn’t sell Elsbeth out to Wagner.

Niles from The Nanny again! I love him. I love his voice.

Lmao, elsbeth climbing through the Alice statue. That’s exactly what this character would do, and I love that Carrie + the writers know that.

Oooogh, Wagner possibly covering up sweatshops + Kaya following Elsbeth to the park.

Awwww, Elsbeth sneaking up behind Kaya was adorable.

Elsbeth trying to corner Wagner… and Wagner subtly threatening her… I’m really interested to see where this plot takes us in the future. I presume it’ll all come to head around finale time.

Lmao, I love how Coldplay is figuring into this plot

Elsbeth bodily moving Detective Edwards out of the way AKAKAKJSN

Vanessa and Elsbeth trying to power play with their teacups!!! This episode has made it clear 2 me that Elsbeth needs a recurring rival whom she has homoerotic tension w/

“She even took out the recycling, which she never, ever does.” Fkwkdjjwnsjs

“But they’re custom.” STONE COLD. AGHHHSHSHSA, I LOVE HER SM

Elsbeth immediately going to hug Carolyn is the kind of touch that makes her a stellar character.

KAYA AND ELSBETH MODGEPODGING TOGETHER!!!

OMG, KAYA CONFRONTING ELSBETH AND TELLING HER THE TRUTH. Elsbeth worried about Kaya being subpoenaed

“But I’m coming to you… my friend… instead.” 😭😭😭😭😭😭

Kaya is so visibly shaken by the revelation. The entire foundation on which she’s built her career might be a lie.

ELSBETH REACHING OUT FOR KAYA’S HAND!!!!!!!

Oh god, this is my favorite episode so far

[hiohaku]

WILD THINGS MY FRIEND BLAKE HAS SAID ONLINE ( 1 / ? )

a mix of questions, statements, etc. nsfw included. / adjust as needed

❝ i'm sorry i'm down bad for women who can keep me in a cellar ❞

❝ fuck them kids bro , punt 'em ❞

❝ damn are you a parking ticket , cause you got FINE written all over you , aha ❞

❝ i sleep on my back so i can practice for my casket ❞

❝ 'tism and titties should be the first bullet on every marriage application ❞

❝ woof woof ❞

❝ it exploded . . . i fucking took off ❞

❝ i know that shit feel like when you open your window during a carwash ❞

❝ i'd rather hit my package with a ballpeen hammer ❞

❝ no problem, forehead ❞

❝ put a leash on him ❞

❝ manifesting wet socks for the lot of ya ❞

❝ that shit sounded like a grapefruit being rung out ❞

❝ we as a society need to start calling people poindexters again ❞

❝ my brain needs food it aint got no wrinkles on it ❞

❝ thicc ❞

❝ need me some of that stuffin' ❞

❝ ONCE AGAIN I AM TIRED OF LEAVES ❞

❝ if we see a cow we moo ❞

❝ if we see a deer we say OH DEER ❞

❝ ' it's grey sweatpants season ' ma'am if i wanted to display small things i would open a jewelry store ❞

❝ violently shitting myself due to being nervous ❞

❝ where does one aquire a steed ? ❞

❝ ARF ARF ❞

❝ this that type of cold that just piss you off ❞

❝ i'm tired of this grandpa ❞

❝ i found the best stick of the year ❞

❝ i fucking hate leaves. i wish all the trees a very bald ❞

❝ this aged like milk ❞

❝ let him cook ❞

❝ with how deep i sleep i need that mf alarm clock spongebob had ❞

❝ Ghost is just spooky bon jovi ❞

❝ butter up them cheeks boy ❞

❝ is it dangerous to fall asleep at night to videos about demonology lmao ❞

❝ i am making it a personal goal today to feel bonita ❞

❝ SHOW ME THE TIT ON AN ALMOND ❞

❝ y'all better hype me up like this when i get jiggy❞

❝ two halves of a whole idiot ❞

❝ a homie needs about 3 years worth of hugs ❞

❝ i got a canoe, don't make me pull up ❞

❝ YOU THE ONE THAT'S A KNOB SMHHH ❞

❝ holy hellfire i just had to walk a plaza the size of two football fields ❞

❝ yeah i ugly cried ❞

❝ girl dinner honestly ❞

❝ here lies [ name ] ' s hopes and dreams ❞

❝ i'm being held hostage ❞

❝ [ name ] don't even start the top of your head probably flat ❞

❝ my brother in Buddha LEAVE THE PREMISES ❞