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iyo what was wrong with vision in wandavision
Hi, thanks for the ask! Assuming this relates to tags on an AoU Vision set about missing that particular version of him but please don't think that has bearing on WandaVision which I LOVED and honestly adored everything about where they took his character. I'm talking what happened afterwards, aka nothing lmao 😅
For example, an ending tag of Wanda after leaving Westview made perfect sense but why not hint where (White) Vision went too?? They both carried the show equally and while I didn't necessarily expect Vision to show back up as quickly as Wanda did in other MCU projects it's not unreasonable considering the popularity of the show to namedrop someone at least looking for him? He's an Avenger and a super powerful one at that which seems to get lost in the shuffle now so I really do miss his debut in AoU where he truly felt part of a team. S.W.O.R.D surely had files on his rebooted self so someone there couldn't inform his dad Bruce to help get his memories back?
(And slight spoiler alert here, yes he's got his own D+ series coming which I'm excited and have an open mind about but that's going to end up airing maybe 4-5 years after WV just to see him trying to piece himself back together all ALONE?? He has loved ones too and some urgency to find him would be appreciated 😔)
#sorry i just adore vision and the emotional range in paul's portrayal which i'd take advantage of as much as possible but that's just me lol#and this is like wanda pointing out no one cared enough to mourn him... no one cares enough to chase after him either apparently...#also no one asked but since i'm thinking of bruce and airing personal mcu hot takes the incredible hulk (2008) is a GREAT MOVIE#idc bruce banner is supposed to feel haunted and guilty and desperate to atone despite never allowing himself to connect!!#not that he deserves to feel that way ofc he doesn't he's wonderful but considering his trauma he should be allowed to deal with it#while we're lucky to have mark's bruce the character hasn't been written properly since the avengers which is tragic#and i don't want vision's recovery to be glossed over the same way#tysm again for this ask btw! i don't really vent marvel much and it's nice to get stuff off my chest lol#hope you're having a great day <33333#ask
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aughgh i was busy all day but here are my doodles from @its-paperd's aggie!! thanks for hosting it you talented little gremlin<3333
#my art#art#killer#fem!killer#hostess au#hostess kross au#nightmare#fem!nightmare#waaa everyone's art was so PRETTY!!! >:'0 <33333#the reason the watermarks are so bad is cause my pen is charging rn hhh xD that and my computer would combust if i opened sai now</3#i was struggling to do anything that evening so the aggie was a pretty great reason for me to actually draw something hhh xD#i had so much fun ngl!! >:Dc hope you're all having a nice day too btw <333
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where did you get that image of idats gf?? she is so pretty oh my lord
HIIIIIIIIIII im sorry for taking a thousand years to answer this but god that image is legitimately such a mystery to me. this is gonna sound insane but i discovered it on a site called lpsg.com which i just found out mintues ago stands for 'large penis support group' and, incredibly and unsurprisingly, was one of the first sites that popped up when i googled idat for the 1st time. from what ive seen its basically a place for gay & bisexual men to talk abt hot youtubers & share images of them & speculate abt their dick sizes but im sure it serves other purposes as well. but this is where it gets rly weird: when you cross search the image from the website (where it was posted with no caption and for the sole purpose of showcasing idat's abs) it leads to absolutely no other source than the website itself so i genuinely am like at my wits end as to where they couldve found the photo but im also not insane enough to try to find that out myself.
and so yeah right after discovering it i kinda accepted that it was his girlfriend bc thats what i saw the other users assume as well so i basically moved on and slowly forgot all abt the picture up until a few days ago when i found an ancient screencap i took from one of idat's videos and almost had a heart attack at the realization it might not be his girlfriend but his sister .
which yeah would make sense his parents are chinese-born russians & they do look alike plus she looks rly similar to idats mom plus the chin shape is like practically the same. so for me thats as close to being confirmed as it gets but then again the fact that the og image came from some sort of vacuum doesnt help either but yeah. whoever that is she is very pretty
#obvs im not gonna investigate this further bc i dont wanna be a creep & as insane as i am abt idat i respect his and his gf's privacy#so thats gonna be all from me i think. but id like to believe this clears up at least some of the questions#asks#ALSO HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII DUNN-0 I HOPE YOU'RE HAVING A GREAT DAY!!!!!<33333#alex apollonov#ididathing
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Hii!! Can I request a poly marauders where both remus and sirius smoke sometimes but james and reader dont so they keep exaggerating that the smell is bothering them or that they cant find clean air and they’re just being annoying (adorably)
thank you for requesting, i tried my best- really hoping you'll enjoy!!! <33333
poly!marauders x fem!reader
cw; smoking, a bit suggestive, kissing, sirius being madly in love and he gets turned on by james's attitude
"um- you know, you can literally smoke without having that tiny window open, it would change nothing for the air inside. i mean, it's not even big enough to let some air in and out after all."
james potter is a gorgeous boy, but what makes him more gorgeous is his sarcastic attitude towards his lovers that he sometimes shows. his hair falls down on his forehead when he shakes it, glasses sitting nicely on his nose. he stares at sirius and the cigarette hanging on his fingers.
"this sarcastic side of you makes me wanna do unspeakable things to you in that bed, prongs, so maybe you can just stop a bit and let me smoke in peace."
your head stays on remus's thighs as you both watch your boyfriends. remus plays with your hair, his fingertips gentle on your forehead to relieve the tiny wrinkles forming.
"smoke in peace? you can protect the peace by standing next to the normal, big window if you want it so badly."
"you know, i think james is right." you tell sirius. he looks at you like he's been betrayed. "i mean, it's not that i don't find the mixed smell of smoke and your cologne attractive but the room gets a bit stuffy."
"why don't i just leave the house so you can all sit here with your clean air then?" sirius says, dramatically. it's always this teasing argument between you, it will probably never end because it's fun to bicker.
"don't worry, babe, you can take remus with you if you'll smoke outside. you won't be alone."
"dove!" remus gets that shocked expression on his face with blushed cheeks. god, you wanna kiss him so bad.
"she's right." james says. he comes next to your spot on bed, on his knees to give you a kiss. "my baby always tells the truth, good luck facing with it."
"great, now they're teaming up against us." sirius smirks. "just what i want to see."
you look at him with widened eyes, only to see him better, definitely not because you're trying to get into his head. "why don't you finish that and come here? i barely saw you today."
sirius is quicker than you expect as he puts out his cigarette. he finds a way to settle down on the bed, practically getting on top of you and remus's legs. remus fixes his hair as he leans to your lips.
"i like to think you enjoy the taste of it at least." sirius breaks the kiss. "you're kissing me so sweetly, aren't you?"
"yeah, it's because of you, not the cigarettes." you pull him into another kiss.
"i'd do anything you ask if you keep kissing me like that." mission is successful, sirius is totally whipped and wrapped around your finger with the hazy look in his eyes.
"just open the big window when you smoke, baby." you rub your thumb on his cheek. "i'd prefer both of you quitting, but i think it's not gonna happen soon."
it will happen one day, though. remus knows how convincing you and james can be.
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ok so i had an idea for the rb photographer fic if you're up for it
first of all im like in love w ur fics i love em all
and nextly, listen to this..
charles isn't single but manwhore carlos probably is?
he flirts w our photographer and makes max jealous?? roped in by danny ofc to get them together?? what do you think??
anyway have a great day! <33333
UM OKAY THANK YOU! max x rbphotographer!reader are literally everything to me and i am SOO thrilled to have gotten this request. very in character for daniel to get everyone involved in scheming even tho max has told him not to��� love it so much😇😇 hope u enjoy and i am SOOOO sorry this took so long xx
MV: tonight (i wish i was your boy)
pairing(s): max verstappen x redbull photographer!reader
word count: 1.9k+
Max likes to think he’s not a jealous person.
Max likes to think that— but it doesn’t mean it’s true. Daniel would and has, argued that Max is an abnormally jealous person. In the sense that Max doesn’t like to share. Doesn’t like other people playing with his toys. Not that he thinks of you (or Daniel) as his toy— that’s absurd. He’s a jealous person, not some territorial asshole with an anger problem. (Okay, sometimes he has an anger problem. He’s been working on it. It hardly crops up anymore, but he’s not territorial).
He is, again, bad at sharing, and also uniquely used to getting what he wants.
It’s not because he’s got a crush on you. Despite what Daniel would like to assume. It’s just that you’re meant to be his friend. You’re here with him, because of him. He’s meant to be able to hover around you all night, getting carried away as he tries to explain something meaningless while you give him that half-grin that you don’t even realise you’re doing most of the time. He’s the one who’s supposed to be putting his hand on your back, and leaning in to ask if you’d like another drink—
Not Carlos.
Definitely not Carlos.
(Well, at least it’s not Charles).
Instead, Max is standing next to an overeager Lando at the DJ deck, gripping his drink so hard that he’s mildly concerned the glass will shatter to pieces in his hand. Actually, that’s not such a bad idea to get your attention. Maybe if that happens you’ll stop looking at Carlos Sainz Jr with big googly eyes and you’ll come nurse his hand or whatever it is you’re supposed to do in pathetic little fantasies like the one he’s entertaining. You’re not really the nursing type though, you’re more prone to start freaking out and calling everyone on the Red Bull team to tell them that Max has irreparably damaged his hand.
Max stops entertaining that particular fantasy.
Daniel’s not here, he’s gone home to Australia for a few weeks and skipped out on this weird little grid (+ friends) party that Charles is throwing. This is good and this is bad for Max. On one hand Daniel is not here to rib him about his half-admitted crush on you, on the other hand Daniel is not here to distract him from his half-admitted crush on you. There’s Lando of course, who can be just as good in the distraction department, but it’s not quite the same.
Lando doesn’t quite know about the raging crush, which is probably for the better. He’s been around when Lando’s tried to set up Oscar before and that was an absolute unmitigated disaster.
“Hey man,” speaking of Oscar, “You good?”
Max frowns and then half turns to look at Oscar who’s now hovering next to Lando with a fruity little drink in hand, “Yeah mate,” he answers, confused.
Oscar gets this weird little micro expression on his face that Max wouldn’t usually take any note of— his forehead creases, he raises a disbelieving eyebrow— but the skepticism grates at Max a little, leaves him wondering.
“Why?”, he caves.
Oscar shakes his head, shrugs, “You're kind of staring down Carlos."
Max's mouth falls open, just a little. He is not. His eyes flit to Lando unconsciously for confirmation before he has a chance to defend himself against what are frankly untrue allegations from Oscar. But Lando is already shrugging, making a face that says he has been.
Fuck. Max frowns. And doesn't say anything.
Better to stay quiet and look moody than to admit anything to these two. Total menaces. Well, no that's Lando. Oscar might be helpful. Still, Max isn't going to admit anything. Daniel and apparently Charles knowing about it is more than enough.
Their hushed conversation behind him fades into the background as Max turns again to look at you and Carlos— and alright he gets it now. There's definitely a different kind of set to his jaw, a scowl on his lips as he watches Carlos put his hand on your shoulder.
There is something in his gut. Something sick. The feeling he gets when he's on track and the car starts sliding, the wheels locking up. When hears the va-rum of a car go by, sees something that isn't wide open space in front of him. Something like panic starts to climb up his throat. He knows he shouldn't be this bothered by you and another person, but he can't get rid of this voice in the back of his head that says you might like Carlos more than him. That you might stop hanging around Max, texting him at all hours of the day with photos of your food or random questions, waiting for him in the garage after sessions and not just because you've got to take pictures of him, and going out for food on 'friend dates' as you've taken to calling them.
If you and Carlos... okay no, Max doesn't even want to think about it.
He starts walking over, trying to smooth his face into something less intimidating as he goes. He turns it into a strained, mouth-closed smile that doesn't reach his eyes. He directs it at Carlos.
There's a glint in Carlos' eyes that Max doesn't like the look of.
"Hi Max," he says, flashing his white teeth, he gestures to you, "I was just getting to know your lovely friend here."
Alright. Max understands instantly. This has Daniel's name written all fucking over it. Max's fake smile falls, turning into a flat look that he levels at Carlos. He's trying not to scowl because he doesn't want you to catch on to anything, but it's not easy. His phone is burning a hole in his pocket, he doesn't care if it's the middle of the night in Australia right now, he's itching to call Danny and ask him what the fuck he is thinking pulling something like this from 14,000 kilometers away?
"Mm," Max hums, unimpressed, unable to fake pleasantries even for your sake, "Great."
You look at him, eyebrows raised a little incredulously at his tone. There's slight amusement there too, he thinks, as he returns your look. You squint a little, as if to say, don't give me that look, Max Verstappen. He can feel himself smiling, the corner of his mouth lifting with ease even though the object of his anger still has his stupid hand on your shoulder.
He can't help himself when he reaches for your elbow, asks, "D'you wanna get a drink?"
You bite down on the edge of your smile, "Sure, Maxie."
You turn and say something to Carlos that he doesn't listen to. Partly because he doesn't care, partly because the sound of you saying Maxie is playing on a loop in his head, like it always does whenever you use the nickname. Which is more often than not. God, he loves it. Maxie Maxie Maxie. It sounds so syrupy sweet coming from your mouth. Smothered in affection. You're the only person, bar his mum and sister that he lets use it. Daniel sometimes, but Daniel would say it regardless, the menace that he is.
"Max," you say, hand on his bicep, thumb smoothing back and forth there, "Where'd you go?"
Max blinks. Carlos is gone now.
"Hm, no, nowhere," you frown, so he says, "Just a bit tired."
This seems to satisfy you. You slip an arm into the crook of his, linking them together as you tug him to the bar. You order him a G&T and yourself a glass of wine before the two of you head out onto the balcony where it's far quieter. Less people, less chatter. Max prefers it like this, with no one there to get in the way of your attention on him, his on you. He thinks you prefer it too.
He hopes you do at least.
You sip your wine, Max’s eyes linger on the line of your neck, the way your fingers curl around the glass, how your eyes glitter in the early afternoon sun.
“What was that earlier?”, you gesture inside, raising your eyebrows again, “With Carlos?”
Max laughs nervously without meaning to, “Uh, what do you mean?”
The ‘something sick’ is back in his gut again. He hopes you buy his nonchalance, but doesn’t feel confident you will. You know him too well. That’s his fault.
You sigh, “I mean the dick measuring contest, Maxie.”
Maxie. Maxie.
Then he finally registers your words around the loop of your voice in his head, he guffaws, almost choking on his drink, “The dick measuring contest!?”
“Yes,” you hiss, leaning forward on your stool, “Yes, Max. I’m not an idiot, you were getting territorial.”
Max blinks. Max feels red creeping up his neck. Max feels butterflies and maybe a chainsaw in his stomach.
“Wha—”, he tries again, “I—”
His mouth doesn’t appear to be working. Maybe because he’s not sure what on earth he’s supposed to say. What do you even mean? Are you trying to say that you know he was jealous of Carlos? That you know he has feelings for you? Or are you just referencing the fact that he’s weirdly territorial of his friends sometimes? What is he supposed to say in response to any of it? He can’t figure it out for the life of him.
Then you’re blushing you’re blushing and you’re saying, “You don’t have to worry, Max. You’re my favourite person here.”
Okay, alright, what the fuck does that mean? God. Max hates this. If you were any other girl he’d have asked you out literally years ago. But because you’re you and you’re his best friend besides Daniel, he can’t ask you out. He has to smother his feelings into something platonic because he cannot bear the idea of losing you.
Despite his better judgment telling him not to, Max asks, “Really?”
You hum, “Really, really.”
It happens in slow motion, it must. Or at least that’s how Max replays it in his head every night before he goes to sleep. You reach forward and put your hand over his, fingers on his wrist, thumb drawing a pattern on his upturned palm.
Then you say, in a way that he can’t figure out for the life of him, “Love you, Maxie.”
Chills run down the length of his spine, that chainsaw starts up again in his stomach. Love you, Maxie. He feels sick— like he might word vomit the entirety of his feelings for you right there and then. Instead, he forces himself to smile. Closed-mouth, eyes crinkled.
“Mm, yeah, love you,” he says back, his voice cracking as he tries to make it sound normal and platonic and not wracked with nerves.
You smile, warm, beaming and showing your teeth, like he’s made your day infinitely better by just saying those words. As if you’ve not just made his stomach churn and his heart take leaps and bounds in his chest. As if he’s not going to think about the way you’d said it every second of every day. As if he won’t dream of you saying it in every other context imaginable.
You pat his hand twice, then pull it back to take hold of your drink again. Smiling as if you’ve not ruined him for anyone else for good.
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hello love, hope u are having a good day ^^
what are you thoughts about boyfriend!anton?
# HIM AS YOUR BOYFRIEND ; ANTON edition.
⚝ bf!anton x gn!reader | fluff | bf au ⚝ note ; im honestly really mentally exhausted... but don't worry! i'll be fine when i go to sleep after this :) ty for asking and requesting anon, i hope u like this!
anton is not like other boys!!!
he's never trying to be cool or manly
he's confident and happy with himself
also the most mature and sweetest guy you've ever met
so talented too!!!!
literally impossible for you to not fall head over heels for him
he's such a sentimental person :(
wants to keep a little memento from each date
and he will keep literally anything
receipts from dinner with you, movie tickets from watching barbie together, a pressed flower from a walk in the park with you
also keeps all the letters and notes you write for him in a special box in his desk's drawer
it always makes him giggle like a lovesick little boy whenever he goes through them (which happens almost every two days)
he is also a quiet lover!!!
not the type to do dramatic and public displays of affection and love
instead of sloppy kisses in public or dramatic gifts that cost a fortune, he shows you his love in other ways
making breakfast for you before you wake up
getting you new toothpaste because he noticed you were running out
doing the laundry because he knows you hate it
unfortunately, you're a victim of his 0.5x photos
he keeps an entire album of them in his phone's gallery
names it "my silly baby"
and it genuinely is silly, because there are 0.5x photos of you doing literally anything
from being mid-bite into a slice of pizza to snoring with your mouth open on the couch to studying with full attention in the library
you name it, anton has it in his phone
but other than the 0.5x photos, he really loves taking photos of you
he just wants to record every moment he spends with you :(
and anton is such a great photographer!!
always gets your best angles and the best lighting
like it could literally be taken with the ancient $5 digicam he found at the thrift store
and you'd still look like an angel
his angel <33333
sets all of his favorite photos of you on rotation for his wallpaper
and he smiles like an idiot whenever he looks at his phone (simp)
he's so loyal too
when girls hit on him, he doesn't even waste his breath to tell them that he's taken
he just channels his inner usain bolt and runs off :3
always keeps his boundaries and distance with his female friends
constantly updates you with pictures when he's away from you to show you what he's doing <3
BUT anton isn't perfect
and perhaps the biggest issue you have is with arguments
he's always calm
a bit too calm sometimes
and it just gets so frustrating for you, because it feels like he doesn't care
but he does :(
once the both of you talk and open up to each other about it, he'll reflect on himself and try to change
because he loves you the most in this world, and the last thing he'd want is to lose you :(
© anton-luvr, 2023.
taglist: @wonbons @mxlly143 @eun-luv @shawyle @yenart @lycheecheeseyogurt @soul-is-a-strange-kid @haechansbbg @yang2k
#sarah's 400 ! ☆#riize#riize fics#riize fluff#riize drabbles#riize imagines#riize scenarios#riize reactions#riize anton#riize x reader#anton x reader
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helloooo baz !! can i ask for sub bottom dotty and pantalone hcs 👉🏼👈🏼 (with male reader)
Have a great day!
HEYYYYY HI HI HI - of course I can do that for you lovely! one subby dottore and pantalone comin (hehe) riiiight up~!
also I disappeared again lol I am currently recovering from a surgery, so I should be doing better soon!
smut under the cut minors dni!
tw's: crying, (A LOT) spit, sensory deprevation, rp, bj's, (m reader recieving) just general gay men activities
Dottore:
he's a little skrunkly ngl
but he's MY little skrunkly
would 100% get jealous if his clones touch you
wants alllllll your attention like a lil baby (doesn't admit it)
I feel in my nuggets he would love if you spit in his mouth
his fav position is anything from the back bc he's insecure about his face plz be nice about it
make him cry!!!! sob, hiccup even!!!!
experiment with him, maybe roleplay or bondage
SENSORY DEPREVATION (i am going feral)
loves being bitten and marked
has pretty low stamina, give him funny lil plants to help him with it
please edge him. plEASE. he'll get such a pretty crying face and his voice will break and it'll get all squeaky<33333 hhhhhhhh I'm fine i'm FINE
he likes it rough if you get all soft with him he will cry (he's cute when he cries)
will totally tighten around you when you point out how pretty he is
gets so flustered when you ask him to sit on your face, will scream if you tongue fuck him
Pantalone:
momma didn't raise no bitch but she DID raise me to destroy pretty boys!!!!!
he's one of those elegant bottoms in the pretty lingerie and the fluffy robes and i love him for it
fuck him until his glasses fall off!!!!
likes giving head more than recieving, but loves it when you eat him out
is the prettiest crier, his lashes clump so nicely and he sounds so nice begging for mercy <33
he wants to hold hands with you no matter what he has to touch you to ground himself
so pretty when he gets on top, his hair is so flowy and his tits bounce, top tier
long hair = pullable hair/facefuck helper
he will get fussy if he doesn't at least get a bath when you're done, he hates being dirty
if you plug him up before a harbinger's meeting he'll get all flustered and his legs will be shaky before he even gets done
don't let him finish and just edge him until he's crying and gasping
fin.
a/n: can you tell I like crying lolz hope you enjoy!!!!
#dom male reader#sub character#sub genshin#sub genshin impact#dottore#pantalone#genshin thirsts#dom reader#top male reader#genshin impact x reader#sub pantalone#sub dottore#bazisonline
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Heyhey! I've been reading your Ghost fanfics recently and all I can say is dhehfvebihgfehbifehbferiubfrifferijfr,j, <33333, is it okay if you can write a drunk!Simon x gn reader?? It's okay if not! Have a nice day ^^
Thank you so much for reading my ghost fics!! I hope you enjoyed them <3 I love the concept of drunk!Simon, so I hope that you enjoy what i threw together. Also, I just wanted to say that your ask was so nice and sweet, and i hope that you're having a great day/night. Ok, i think that's all- enjoy!!! <3
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Full of Surprises
Pairing: oneshot; Simon "Ghost" Riley x gn reader
warnings: alcohol drinking; drunk Simon and reader; fluff; ( i apologize for any typos or grammar mistakes lol)
wc: 1.1k+
Summary: You witness drunk Simon for the first time
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It was not often that you saw Simon drunk, let alone, more drunk that you. Between the two of you, you were always more of a lightweight. It makes sense after all, he was a 6’4 250 (plus) pound man who had a penchant for whiskey. So, whenever you two went drinking, you rarely saw him inebriated.
However, tonight seemed to be the night of firsts. One, because he was teasing you, which he sometimes does, but not to this extent, and two, because Simon was drunker than you, already on his fourth glass of whiskey.
You didn’t really know what to expect a drunk Simon to look like. Maybe he would be quieter, more so than usual. Maybe he would become loud and boisterous. Maybe he would pick bar fights with people who crossed him, or who looked at you the wrong way. What you weren’t expecting was for Simon to become affectionate with you while drunk.
Like, really affectionate.
PDA was not his forte, nor was he super comfortable with it. He was quieter, reserved, and definitely enjoyed his privacy, especially when it came to romantic relationships. Sure, he would hold your hand, or toss his arm around your shoulder when you guys were out, but nothing more extreme than that. Every once in a while, a small kiss would be thrown into the mix. He left the thigh holding, rubbing your back, kissing your cheek, forehead, nose, for when you guys were in private.
You could already tell Simon was a little drunk tonight when he pulled your barstool closer to him, his strength almost making you topple over. When you regained your balance, you looked at him with your eyebrows raised, but a ghost of a smile crossed your lips.
He locked eyes with you, “What? I just wanted you to be closer to me.”
Well, you couldn’t argue with that; you always wanted to be closer with him too. But you never wanted to push him too much.
You lean your head on your hand and coo, “Aw, is that it?”
“Mhm,” he pulls you in for a kiss.
You’re expecting the kiss to just be a peck, so when you start to pull away, you’re taken aback when Simon brings up a hand to gently cup your jaw, preventing you from detaching from him.
He deepens the kiss; you’ve never kissed him like this in public before.
When you finally pull away, you’re left breathless, and you’re a hair’s breath away from him. You can clearly make out his dilated pupils and the specks in his eyes; they always seemed to shine the brightest while gazing at you.
Before you know it, he’s leaning in again, but this time he leaves a kiss on your nose, and brushes his thumb across your cheek.
Once he pulls away, he places his large hand on your thigh, now easily accessible to him since he pulled your chair closer.
“You’re full of surprises tonight.” You place your hand on top of his that rests on your thigh and lightly rub your thumb across his knuckles.
He just laughs at your comment, something else that’s mainly reserved for just you, in the privacy of your home.
“What can I say, I’m a man full of surprises. You just haven’t seen them all.” He grants you with a wide grin, a grin that makes your cheeks warm and eyes sparkle.
“Oh? So, there’s more that I’m missing out on?”
“Maybe.” He grins at you again, then orders another glass of whiskey. His hand doesn’t leave your leg.
“You know what, give me what you’re having.” You tap the rim of his glass.
“You’re finally going to join the whiskey train, huh? I’ve been trying to get you to for so long now, what gives now?”
“You. I like seeing you like this.” You bring your hand up to gently rub his shoulder and you give him a sweet kiss on his cheek. You could have sworn that there was a light pink dusting his cheeks, making him glow.
“Say no more, my liege.” You laugh at his silly nickname for you, and you see the pink that’s coating his cheeks getting darker.
You both finally get your drinks. However, you’re not on your fifth glass like he is, only your second, so you’re a little buzzed, but not drunk, just yet.
Besides his teasing and being more touchy, you find that Simon also talks a lot more while drinking; something you come to love. You love his voice after all, it can put you to sleep (in a good way of course), but it also just soothes you. The deep rumble of it sounds like waves to your ears.
He’s telling you a story about the time when the team had to run four miles for training, and how he was never a runner, always more of a weights guy, so he was dreading the run for days leading up to it.
Well, it turns out he’s actually quite a good runner, despite his heavy muscle mass.
The whole time he’s telling his story, you’re nodding your head, listening intently, but while also trying to keep up. His words are starting to slur together, though he’s still mainly composed.
“You should have seen me, bean. I was flying. I beat all those fuckers with ease.”
Bean? He never calls me that outside of the house. Your feel the butterflies start to stir in your tummy, always loving it when he calls you sweet names.
You squeeze his shoulder, “That’s amazing, I’m so proud of you baby.”
“It was pretty amazing.” He sighs, which you find hilarious at that moment, so you burst into laughter, and Simon looks at you like you’re crazy, but then he starts laughing too.
You’re trying to talk but you’re still laughing, “Honest, that sounds really great, Simon. I really am proud of you.”
Your laughs finally die down, and he brings you in for another kiss. This time, you’re both smiling into it, and you feel the butterflies rise and rise, until they reach your heart and make it flutter.
When he pulls away, he trails his hand down your side until it rests on your waist. He gives you a squeeze, “You know I love you, right?” He’s gazing at you fondly, and you’re finding it hard to look away from him.
“Of course I do.” You’re smiling at him like he hung the moon and the starts up in the sky just for you.
“Ok, I just had to make sure.”
You shake your head, showing your disbelief, “Come here.”
You pull him in for a long, warm hug, something that you know Simon secretly enjoys the most.
“What do you say we get out of here?” you murmur this, lips brushing over his ear.
“I would love nothing more.”
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Hope you enjoyed! <3
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#Simon ghost riley#simon ghost riley x reader#simon ghost riley x gn reader#simon ghost riley x you#simon ghost riley fanfic#simon ghost riley imagine#simon riley x you#simon riley x reader#simon riley x gn reader#mw2 ghost x you#mw2 ghost x reader#mw2 ghost x gn reader#mw2 ghost fanfic#mw2 ghost imagine#fluff#simon riley fluff#mw2 ghost fluff#fanfic#ghost cod x reader#ghost cod x you#ghost cod x gn reader#ghost cod fanfic#ghost cod fic#ghost cod imagine
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Hey. It’s me, the person that requested the joker headcanons
Ofc take your time, I will come back to see if it’s posted ;)
p.s: can’t wait to read it
Dating the Joker headcanons
A/N: Hope you like it <33333.
Pairing: Jared!Joker x GN! Reader
Warnings: mention of toxic relationship/ use of pet names/ cursing/ a bit of fluff/ a tiny bit of smut/ mention of being drunk/ mention of death/ my horrible writing since I'm sleepy.
Soooo you're dating THE Joker huh... How drunk were you when you made this decision? No, because really if you're not insane now you're gonna be soon.
First of all I don't even know how the two of you met since he's like escaping from an asylum to another constantly, but shhhhhh these are just small details.
He's possessive. That's for sure, he likes to keep you around him at all times, in his office, sitting in his lap during meetings, hell even during the executions of his so unlucky collegues
Oh and that means he also LOVES to show you off, you're like his little prize, and this can be a really dangerous game.
Because let's be honest we know that with the Joker it's all about games. So when he gets tired of a plaything he just.... Well he either kills the poor babe or he totally forgets about them.
But don't be naive, if he doesn't break up with you, you can't leave, it does not matter if he got bored of you, you're still his.
So if you try to leave you'd end up with lots of unwanted not so little gifts on your doorway, such as dead animals or even human organs in a box.
Oh but he's just crazy like that
No but seriously don't try to leave him, trust me on this one.
He also have an affectionate side I can assure you.
Like when a robbery just went great, he would just put you on his lap and hug you tight tight while making out with you, and maybe more ;)
This man just ADORES having you on his lap.
He just can't get enough of it. Of you.
That's also because 4 out of 10 of the times you're on his lap you're cockwarming him, but that's another story.
He would also use all kind of pet names for you, from the most common to the most weird shit you've ever heard.
"Get me my gun my sweet pumpkin with chocolate syrup-"
I wouldn't be surprised if he actually said that LMAOO
Do not really expect to have any freedom or privacy when in a relationship with him, if it's not him it's one of his bodyguards always keeping a close eye on you.
Like close.
Close close.
Close close close- you get it.
But at the end of the day it could be worse.
You're getting spoiled and babied, no one messes with you and you spend a lot of time with him... Even if he's always moody and refuses to cuddle you.
Little do you know that every night, when he thinks you're fast asleep, he lets you curl up against his chest and snuggle in it.
He's just crazy like that.
#jared joker#jared leto#headcanons#joker x reader#dc joker#the joker#x reader#dating#im sleepy#not proofread
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HIIIIII it's me againe 🏃♀️, how are you?? I hope you are doing well and that you are having a good day !!!
I was wondering would it be possible to write a very very very very very sad angst voltron x fem reader (would it be possible to make it a keith x reader, I'm so sorry very time it's him, you can make it for a different character I'd you like 💓💓).
Thank you everytime for making such amazing stories, I literally LOVE READING THEM ALL
MWAH MWAH MWA 💋💋💋
Hiiii always good to receive an ask from you! and thank you for requesting. I love writing these for you and anybody that reads them! MWAAAAAH <33333
Remember me like this [ Keith Kogane]
Keith Kogane x fem reader
synopsis; You had always been there for Keith, as a friend and a shoulder to cry on. What Keith didn't know, was that you had always wanted to be more. When Keith disappears, you're forced to move on. Only for your heart to break all over again when he returns, a war hero and seemingly forgetting all about you.
cw; angst, one sided love, pining, heartbreak ;( Keith being a dick for forgetting about you (so ooc Keith cause we all know he would never) character death!! Lots of curse words, no happy ending, no comfort
For @iamasimpfor2dcharachers 💗
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When you had heard about the 3 garrison cadets who had broken in to rescue Shiro, a senior pilot who had been sent on the Kerberos mission, you'd immediately guessed Keith was involved. Having been the closest thing to a friend when he had still been enrolled in the Galaxy garrison, you knew the nature of his relationship with Shiro.
He'd confided in you many times about his home life. He's told you about how he's never known his mother, about the death of his father, and how Shiro had taken him in when he was just a pre-teen, guiding him and raising him as his own. You and Keith had slowly grown close, you understood his frustrations, and his seemingly endless anger at the world. You had gotten to know him better, you'd seen the real fragile, broken boy underneath his hot-head "loner" facade. Many times you were by his side, comforting him through the night, holding him close as he wept. Naturally, you had began to develop feelings for the boy, working hard to attempt at healing his bleeding heart. You'd never utter a word of your feelings to him though, knowing that he didn't feel the same way. "He has so much going on already... he shouldn't have to worry about my feelings too", you'd tell yourself, trying to sooth the aching in your heart every time you find yourself leaning towards him, your lips craving the feel of his own.
Keith was a complex person, it was hard to read how he was feeling if he didn't want to let you in. You'd learned that early enough when you met him on the first day of piloting school. "Hey, my name's y/n. I see you're training to be a fighter pilot, me too! I've heard about how great you are from Griffin" you chirped, reaching a hand out to shake his, "I wouldn't take him seriously, he complains so much about you it sounds like he's jealous. I would take that as a compliment. What's your name?" Keith eyed your outstretched hand skeptically, turning his gaze away from you with a scoff. "Keith." he muttered nonchalantly, crossing his arms over his chest. You smiled, grabbing his gloved hand out of his intertwined arms, shaking it fervently. "Nice to meet you, Keith. I hope we'll become friends. Welcome to the team!" Keith stared at you with slightly widened eyes before snatching his hand back and walking away without another word. "Tough cookie to crack.." you thought to yourself amusedly.
From that day on you'd made a point to talk to Keith every day. You complimented his piloting, asked about his day, his favorite things to do in his free time. He never spoke much in the first few weeks of you knowing him, giving you one word answers or grunts in response to your pestering attempt to gain his friendship. "What do you want now, y/n" Keith grumbled as you sat next to him at lunch. He had just come back from suspension after getting in a fist fight with your classmate, James Griffin. It was obvious he wasn't in the best of moods. But he never really was, so it didn't phase you. "I just wanted to tell you that James totally deserved that punch." Keith shot you a surprised look, watching as you nonchalantly unpacked your lunchbox. "He's such a douche. I'm surprised nobody's rocked his shit earlier. I'm sorry for what he said about you." you mumbled over a bite of your sandwich, offering him the other half, seeing as he lacked a lunch box of his own. He shyly took it, taking a small bite out of the corner. You smiled to yourself, eating in silence beside each other.
From that day forward, you got more than a few words out of Keith. You began to visit him at home, bringing with you homemade lunches and board games. You'd truly began to blossom a friendship, telling each other everything, sharing lunches, always in each other's company. It was rare to see Keith without you by his side. He had brought you over to meet Shiro, explaining that he was his only parent figure in his life after his father's passing and his mother's early disappearance in his life. You'd began to bond over your trauma, confiding in him about your strict, loveless household, and him to you about his loneliness and his subconscious need for a family he could belong to.
You still remember your shock when he had dropped out of the Garrison, not too long after Shiro's disappearance. You spent months defending his name, ripping a new one to whoever spoke ill of your best friend. You still visited him often, now his home being the only place you really saw him. You'd bring him food and other necessities, knowing he wasn't taking care of himself besides taking showers and sleeping.
Everyday since the break in, you'd come looking for him at his desert home, and everyday you'd find it empty. Nobody knew where the cadets had gone, searching the premises and the miles surrounding in an attempt to find the fugitives. Eventually, the searching stopped and with it, your daily visits to his abandoned home. You've accepted that Keith was lost, but your aching heart never truly stopped longing for his return. You knew he was out there, somewhere you couldn't see.
After a year, you'd graduated from piloting school, now an official fighter pilot for the galaxy garrison. You'd stood rigid as they handed you your uniform after the ceremony. It felt like something was missing, and you knew that something was Keith. Your accomplishment felt bittersweet. Sure, you had graduated at the top of your class, but that was surely only because Keith had dropped out. Everyone knew Keith was the best pilot on your team, and it didn't sit well with you how you had filled in his place. You brushed the thoughts off, you needed to move on. Keith was gone and you needed to resume your life, just as you had before you met him.
So, you'd continued your life as a garrison pilot. Training new cadets, and doing daily drills in garrison space vessels. Your life was fulfilling you suppose, but you never felt more alone. You'd skipped lunches with the other pilots, opting to eat by yourself in your room, you barley even spoke to anybody, only responding when spoken to or when given an order. As hard as you tried to enjoy life, nothing was the same anymore.
Obviously, the universe had a weird way of working things. When the Galra attacked earth, defeated by the infamous paladins of Voltron, your heart skipped a beat when you'd seen him in the cafeteria. His hair had gotten longer, he looked older, which didn't surprise you, it had been years since you'd last seen him. He had a jarring scar going from his cheek and coming to a sharp point right by his eye, and you wondered briefly what trouble he had gotten in.
You felt all the old emotions rushing back to you, but you also felt angry at him. He had left without so much as a goodbye, and here he was, being praised and awarded without sparing you so much as a single glance. He didn't know the pain he had caused you, and he certainly didn't seem to care. You marched right up to him, eyes glistening with tears you refused to let fall. "So that's what you've been doing these last few years, you ASSHOLE!" you hissed, showing your face up to his, standing nose to nose with the taller man. Keith looked at you, bewildered and seemingly not knowing who the fuck you were. You stared into his eyes, confusion clouding his, anger pain and..love swimming in yours. "What are you talking about...do I even know you!?" he snapped back, getting over his initial shock and shoving you backwards. Keith didn’t recognize the grown ass woman yelling at him, but something felt familiar about you, the way you cussed him out, the furious glint in your eye. He knew he had seen you before, but where? He stared at you hard, trying to get his brain to connect the dots. "Oh so you don't remember me now? it's been fucking years since you left and now you don't know who I am? you're a real class act, Keith. I can't fucking believe you right now..." your words had begun to get shaky, the tears becoming almost too much to hold back. "I guess you were too busy parading around space in a fucking robot lion to even have a second thought about me!" by now a crowd was forming, but you didn't care. You were gonna get this off your chest, no matter how people looked at you afterwards.
"What, you got amnesia now? you left me here, you dick! you didn't even say goodbye, did our friendship mean nothing to you-" "What the fuck are you even talking about right now?!" you can tell he was agitated both from your confrontation and the unwanted attention from bystanders. "What am I talking about? I'm talking about how I used to be the only one there for you! you were my only friend and you left Keith. You left without a care and now you don't even know who I am." you let your tears free fall, your pain deepening at the utter look of cluelessness on his face. "y/n, that's enough. back off." you whipped around to see Iverson, who had broken up the crowd and now fixed you with a stern look. You sniffled and shot Keith one last furious look. Brushing past Iverson when you whipped around and stormed off.
“Y/n…?” Keith whispered, his eyes wide in disbelief. How could he be so stupid? Of course it was you! He felt his breath leave his lungs as he watched your retreating form. He flinched when Lance slapped his hand over his shoulder, pulling him into his side and grinning ear to ear. “Wow Keith, i didnt know you had the ladies down for you like that! I must’ve really rubbed off on you, huh? “ “Oh fuck off, Lance!” Keith snapped, shoving him off, speed walking in direction you had gone. But you were nowhere to be found, and Keith felt guilt settle in his stomach.
From that day Keith only saw you in passing. It was like you never even knew he was there. Every time you scoffed at him when he tried to talk to you he felt his chest tighten. He tried every way he knew how to try and get you to talk to him again, expressing his remorse by leaving you homemade lunches at your door in the mornings, to trying to pair up with you during flight drills. But you ignored him every time. It was messing with him, but he knew he deserved it. He deserved every cold glance, every shoulder bump you'd purposely given him when you walked past. But that fact hurt him even more.
But then, he found you in the cafeteria, sitting by yourself and picking at your lunch. He let out a breath to ready himself, walking over to you. You gave him a quick glance before looking back down at your lunch box, debating if you should leave. “Y/n I-“ “what do you want Keith? Why can’t you just leave me the fuck alone?” You snapped, slamming your fork down on the metal table. Keith’s lips pursed in a line, feeling his frustration, hot and bubbling over. “I wanted to say i’m sorry, I-I didn’t recognize you… you looked different!” He tried to explain, but you didn’t care. It sounded like a whole bunch of excuses to you. “Okay, you didn’t recognize me.” You gritted out, refusing to look at him, staring down at your clenched fists on the table. “You didnt recognize me, because you left, Keith! You left and didnt even think to say goodbye. I had to finish flight school without you. I had to deal with all the bullshit you left behind, without YOU. Now you show up after disappearing and everyone throws you a fucking parade. What about me, huh? You were so caught up in your own shit you forgot all about me. I was there for you, I LOVED YOU!” You yelled, whipping around to face him. “I loved you ever since we were 16.. and you didn’t have a clue cause all you cared about was your problems and yourself! So yeah, i dont want to hear apologies, i actually never want to see your stupid fucking face, ever. again.” You seethed, grabbing your lunch and storming off, leaving Keith broken and speechless.
Then, it happened. During a flight drill your space vessel had malfunctioned, crashing into the ground from your high position in the sky. Alarms bleared throughout the base, officers and pilots rushing out to see the catastrophe. Keith shoved people aside, barging to the front of the crowd. He had rushed to the scene after conversing with Admiral Sanda, when a trainee had come in to relay the news. He fell to his knees when his eyes fell on your broken body, being hauled out of the space vessel, now destroyed and smoking behind you. Keith's body felt frozen to the ground as the medics hauled you through the crowd. Everything was moving in slow motion, the crowd dispersing and conversing amongst themselves in shock. His heart felt like it was beating once per minute. He looked around but he couldn’t see, the smoke causing his vision to blur and his lungs to burn. He had to get up, he had to look for you.
Tears welled in his eyes when he had found you in the med bay, your breaths faint and getting weaker by second. If he couldn’t recognize you then, he definitely couldn’t now. There you lay, in a hospital gown with bandages covering the entirety of your body. Your face bruised and bloody. He sat down beside you, holding your stiff hand in his. Your skin felt cold, the life inside you rapidly fading. He had known your condition before he came, the nurses telling him that you were a lost cause, that they did everything they could to help you pass comfortably. But grief still brewed in his heart, it's iron grip making it hard to breathe as he stared at your closed eyelids. "I'm so sorry, y/n" he whispered, bringing your cold hand to his lips. "I should've brought you with me, I never forgot you, i never stopped loving you. Don’t go, please, Not like this." his whimpers escalated, sobs racking his body as leaned over to hug you, at least remaining careful enough to not move you too much. "You're my best friend... I never even got the chance to tell you..I-i love you. Forgive me. Please." but his pleading fell on deaf ears. The only sound in the room being the continuous beep of a flatlined heart monitor, and his sobs. A part of him died with you that night, and he knew that he would never forgive himself.
hope you enjoyed, this made me a little sad ;( sorry if it was mid, I'm not used to writing angst. notes and reblogs are appreciated, comments, asks, submissions are welcomed!
#{anonask ੈ✩‧₊˚ ฅ^. .^ฅ}#vld keith#❥iloveboysinred#keith kogane#angst#vld keith x reader#voltron x reader#vld x reader#voltron angst#voltron legendary defender#˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚{𝕞𝕪 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕪} ˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚
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𝐖𝐈𝐏 𝐖𝐞𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲 ♥
hello, i hope everyones having a good wednesday!! my brain, for some unknown reason, believes it to be late fall right now. maybe i'm just craving that chill in the air AHAH
thank you to the fantastic @skyrim-forever and @umbracirrus for tagging me this week!! <33333
tagging the amazing @thequeenofthewinter @oblivions-dawn @orfeoarte @changelingsandothernonsense
@viss-and-pinegar @saltymaplesyrup @archangelsunited @dirty-bosmer @totally-not-deacon !! as always, there's no pressure, but i'd love to see what you're working on. <3333
this is a section from the very rough draft of chapter 39 of Cycle of the Serpent. the trio are becoming intrigued about varnius junius' plea, and have decided to do something about it.
Falk Firebeard, the steward to Jarl Elisif, had been here a great many years. He said so as he talked to the trio, his voice inviting, with the faintest hint of surprise that they were back. At first he must have assumed they were here to petition for the Burning of King Olaf, a sigh heaving down his lungs and his hands rubbing at his face. When Emeros explained the real reason they were here today, he visibly appeared to relax, and made a comment about the man that the Bosmer had mentioned being jumpy at the best of times. "I'll be honest with you, I was planning to let that go," he admitted in a half-hush, apparently unneeded, as the court made it clear the prior day that they did share his opinion. "If it were anything, I'm certain that Sybille's scrying would have picked up on it." The court wizard, seated near the Jarl, gave Wyndrelis a curious look, her eyes practically luminous under her dark hood. He swallowed an uncomfortable lump in his throat. He didn't enjoy the way she scrutinized him, or his friends. Her eyes, a particular shade of citrine which looked to be peering right into him and down to the veins beneath his skin, set the mild panic to rise, sensation a slow crawl up his back of something very off about the woman. "Yes, but what if there's something the scrying hasn't picked up on? I'm no stranger to magic," Wyndrelis managed out, "if there is something going on, wouldn't it be better to investigate?"
The man rubbed his face, hands fidgeting with one another idly. His glances to Elisif, her housecarl, and other figures in the court landed him with approving nods, and Falk again spoke up. "There have been reports of... weird happenings near Wolfskull Cave. Travelers disappearing, odd lights. I suspect wild animals or perhaps bandits." "Travelers disappearing?" Emeros repeated, his eyes wide as the words left him half-breathless. "And you didn't think that this was worth an investigation?" "Again, I thought it might be wild animals and bandits," Falk justified, enunciating the statement. "We all did. They've taken advantage with the war going on, all this uncertainty, no one is truly safe. But I digress, if you really think it's worth looking into, then I will make sure that you three are repaid for your work." A housecarl nearest Falk scoffed into a drink, prompting the court wizard to scowl. "Is there something funny, Erikur?" "No, no, not at all." The man rolled his eyes as he sipped from his goblet, a sort of wine from the smell of it. "I just find it a bit interesting that we're sending three strangers to investigate Haafingar's matters. This should be the work of someone from our own Hold, not these elves who had to get a military pardon when they first arrived here." Phoebe, over at her desk, winced. She looked to Erikur, a sharp, probably dangerous gaze on anyone else that merely served to make her appear like a mouse scolding a wolf. "Besides, our coffers are emptier by the day. What can we even reward three would-be bandit-slayers when they inevitably return without having spilt so much as skeever blood?"
"Erikur," the hulking figure on the other side of the throne snapped, "that's enough." Erikur shrugged, and took another long drink from his goblet. Elisif looked over the trio, her face worn into a dreary resignation. "Then what do you propose? We've already sent a detachment to Dragon Bridge, and Sybille's scrying has shown nothing, yet, I must admit that the idea of leaving this uninvestigated makes me uneasy." Erikur's focus darted around the room. "We should send a handful of our own soldiers. Perhaps discuss it with General Tullius? See if he will offer some help." The room descended into murmurs of agreement, the idea clearly tantalizing to the court. Wyndrelis frowned. He looked to Emeros and Athenath, both equally unsatisfied with this resolution. "I will send word to Captain Aldis, and ask if he's any new recruits he might test by sending them that way. Phoebe, draft a letter to the Captain, and deliver it as soon as possible," Elisif commanded, tension leaving her as she watched the pale-haired girl scratch something down into a new roll of paper. Athenath spluttered, "but what if it's something- I don't know, important?" "Then our soldiers will have it taken care of, instead of recent strangers dirtying their hands." Erikurs cavalier reply left the Altmer again struggling for words, Emeros placing a gentle palm on his shoulder. Wyndrelis shrunk back, his steps taking him to the stairs. A few mutters from the Bosmer, and Athenath was moving to the stairwell, face scrunched in a look of intense frustration with the dismissal. As the trio left the Blue Palace, the sneer never quite fell from Athenath's face, and Wyndrelis swallowed down the urge to ask of it, or to pry into why Erikurs words prodded so harshly into them as to leave their features twisted, until the Altmer ran a hand down their face and features relaxed, like he'd wiped it all away and resigned to the outcome. This wasn't ideal, but when was anything the trio had been through in the past few weeks?
#tesblr#skyrim#jarl elisif#falk firebeard#skyrim fic#wip wednesday#my writing#oc ; emeros#oc ; wyndrelis#oc ; athenath#oc ; phoebe#dragonborn trio#cycle of the serpent#bishop.txt
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Hey Katie! What are ur fav and least favourite bits of law school? Also which of the vld gang do u think would become lawyers, I could see allura, lance and maybe shiro
Hope u have a good day!!!! no pressure to answer this if u don't feel like it <33333
you're a sweetheart anon. i'm always happen to (slowly) answer questions about law school, especially people who are considering applying :)
Favorite parts of law school:
I'm going to be real with you guys, I am a dork-ass nerd who enjoys spending hours studying and reading so law school is like heaven for me lol
I just really enjoy being a law student. I like that I'm tangibly working towards my lifelong goal of becoming a lawyer. I like that the material I'm learning is really challenging, because I enjoy the challenge and putting in the effort to really learn and understand something.
This is less law school-specific, but I really love living as an independent adult in the city, with all the perks that come with being a graduate student. Between my social life and academic life, this is the most functional I have ever been lmao
Least favorite parts:
The networking events. God. Both the professional networking events and the law school body events. I hate being a person who is perceived and I also hate drinking around strangers. Fortunately I don't have to go to that many mixers because those events are more for big law/corporate law people, whereas I'm in public interest. But sometimes I force myself to go because it is a really good idea to meet other established lawyers in my field, especially as I start thinking about post-grad jobs. it always sucks though. I met the highest-ranked judges in my state the other day, which was cool
Job-Hunting. It feels like I am always job-hunting. I am applying right now for internships for NEXT SUMMER. I have sent out so many cover letters. I have scheduled so many interviews. Fortunately I've discovered that I actually like interviews and I'm apparently insanely great at them, I think law school has turned me into a sociopath.
I am so stressed all the time omfg. The worst part is that a lot of this stress is my own damn fault (I do way too many things lmfao) but I have SO MANY white hairs now whyyyyyyyyyyy :sobs: :sobs: (narrator voice: she did this to herself)
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Re: the Voltron cast. Allura is definitely the most clear-cut choice for who would become a lawyer. I can see Lance and Shiro leaning towards careers in law as well, but I have no idea what kind of law they would practice lol. I also think Veronica and Nadia would make great lawyers. And my final dark horse nomination: I can see Shay practicing environmental law.
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Hihihi :3c do you write//would you be willing to write about a reader who is a system/w DID (dissociative identity disorder) ?? ^_^ I wanted to ask before requesting it because ik some people aren't comfortable writing about disorders that they don't have which I totally understand and respect!!!! I'm a system host and I haven't seen any readers with DID before so I'm asking around to see if anyone would be willing to write that ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა No matter what the answer is, I hope you have an amaaaaaazing day or night <33333
it's always me in the end
synopsis - how are they with someone who has DID?
includes - atsushi, dazai, chuuya
warnings - gn!reader, reader has DID, fluff, slight angst, wc - 526
a/n: hiii! please feel free to let me know if i misunderstood anything!
atsushi nakajima ★↷
↪he isn't that familiar with various disorders, especially one's such as this but he is very open and willing to learn.
↪more so for your sake. he wants to be able to understand you and therefore offer any support he can to help.
↪it probably took him a while to get used to your different identities. but he could always tell when your 'host identity' was present.
↪he is very good at helping if you experience any amnesia or have conflicting memories. so much so that it becomes rare for you to have confusion for long.
↪and after he gets used to it he barely bats an eye when you suddenly switch up. whether you've taken up a different age or gender for your identity he acts normal.
↪he knows its you somewhere in there and therefore any identity you throw at him he treats it as he would you. afterall it is always you at the end of the day.
osamu dazai ★↷
↪while he is aware of many different disorders and such, he isn't that great at helping out those with them. but he would always try for you.
↪and you could tell he was absolutely trying his hardest to learn and understand everything about it even if you couldn't help him.
↪he became very good at matching the energy if the identity you changed to. this way he could understand your new state much better and help any problems.
↪if you experience any amnesia or conflicting memories, it did scare him at first. he didn't show it but he truly did fear that you would forget him entirely. you'd forget him and he would yet again lose someone he cares about.
↪this made him work so much to help you overcome any amnesia. but after he did get used to it, he became more curious if anything.
↪ he understands that you might be scared if you have no control on when your identities take over and so he tries to comfort you when you return to your 'host identity'.
chuuya nakahara ★↷
↪it takes him quite a while to wise up and understand you slightly. he truly tries but he finds it difficult to truly understand you.
↪he wants to be able to help, to be somewhat of a comfort for your actual identity to return to but he just gets so confused by your various identities that it's difficult for him.
↪mainly because he stresses himself out by imagining how you feel. if you can't control the different identities he can imagine how scary that might be to you especially when amnesia is also a possibility.
↪but eventually he comes round to it and becomes the absolute best at helping you out. he's practically got all your different identities mapped out.
↪he can always tell which one's which and he wont lie when he say's that he always prefers when your 'host identity' comes back.
↪but he would always try his hardest for you, as he truly cares and he wants to be able to understand what you're facing and if he can help you in any way.
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hiii it's the crying anon !!! (lol) ibe been so sad today bc i literally failed my ap exam like i did terrible and i e just been so sad and in my head all day :/// i literally just need a hug like im so sad and i need a james potter rn :( would you kind writing something for this ??? if not, it's totally okay my lovely , have a great day !!!
i'm so sorry, baby, i hope this helps making you feel better a bit!! you can always reach out when you're sad (if you wanna talk to someone!!) i'll be here. love u <33333
james potter x fem!reader
you try to stay calm as you knock on james's door.
he shares the apartment with sirius and remus but you know they are not here right now. it's a relief, no matter how close friends you are with them, you wouldn't want them to see you cry.
when james opens the door, you first spot his glasses. his hair looks messy, wild waves finding their own shape on his head, his skin warm. he looks like he's just woken up, you feel sorry for interrupting his sleep.
"i'm sorry, jamie." you begin saying. "were you sleeping?"
james quickly holds your hand to welcome you inside. "just fell asleep on the couch, angel. i'm glad you wake me, it always messes with my night sleep."
you give him a broken smile. james closes the door, he helps you take off your jacket. you put your bag on the floor, slipping out of your shoes, never looking at james's direction as you make your way to his bedroom. he follows you.
the room smells like him everywhere, and the safety you feel around james overwhelms you so hard, it hits you. you start crying without any control, without trying to stop yourself. james looks surprised but he reacts quickly as always, he holds your arms gently, then his kind fingers are on your chin to see your face.
"sweetheart." he says. "what's- what's wrong?"
"my exam." you manage to say and he understands. james doesn't like asking unnecessary questions about a situation when you cry your eyes out, especially. you can tell everything later, when you calm down. he knows the exam is important, he knows how much you studied, and how stressed you were days before.
"i'm sorry." he says, reaching for you. "oh, my baby." he coos, you feel so vulnerable in his arms as he holds you, your face tucked in his neck with his hands rubbing on the tense muscles of your back. you cry against him, but james is strong. he'll hold you as long as you need him.
he strokes your hair, drying up your fresh tears as much as he can. you lean on him, your legs feel numb, and your head hurts. you tried to stay strong all day long, keeping a neutral face even though you were disappointed, but now that it's safe, you let out every emotion that begs to be free.
james whispers gentle words against your ear. he doesn't know if they help but he never liked silence. you lift your head to see him, your wet cheeks and wobbly lip crash his heart. you never deserve to cry. he rubs two desperate thumbs on your cheeks to get your pretty face back from tears.
"my head hurts, jamie." you say. "can i have some water?"
"of course." james says. "sit on the bed, angel, i'll be right back."
he takes a bottle of cold water from the fridge. you don't like eating when you're upset, james knows this, so he won't ask if you're hungry. he returns to his room, gets on his knees to reach your spot on bed.
you take a few sips from the bottle. it helps cooling down your throat. you look at james's worried face. he tries to hide it but his forehead has wrinkles, they always appear when he gets nervous.
"i'm okay." you say. "i'm sorry, that was- a lot. i did really bad, i just-"
"baby." he hushes you with a kiss on your hand. you look like you're explaining for his sake and not because you want to speak. "you have nothing to be sorry for. let's talk about this later, okay? you need to get some sleep."
you nod gratefully. james gives you one of his rugby team t-shirts. you change into it quickly, your legs stay bare. he helps you get under the covers, joins you exactly two minutes later after taking off his clothes and texting remus to let him know you'll be sleeping in his room.
he is so warm, you wrap your legs around his immediately. your head stays on his chest as he holds your waist and plays with your fingers with his other hand. you take quiet breaths to relax, your eyes hurt from all those crying.
"it's all gonna be okay." he silently promises. "can you try not to think of it for a few hours, lovely girl? i know it's hard but- you need to sleep on it. you need to get some rest."
"okay." you say. you have no energy left. james turns to his side to press you better against him. you think you'll be better once your breathing turns normal. he strokes your hair gently and squeezes your body just the way you like. you wrap a tired arm around his waist. closing your eyes, you try to forget about everything.
james kisses your forehead. he thinks a good cup of coffee and your favorite breakfast can make the morning a bit better for you. he'll listen if you wanna talk, answer your questions if you have any. he thinks about how upset you've been all day long and a protective wave washes over him again. his arms around you has never been this tight.
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Hey CH :)
This is me checking in on your welfare, I hope you're doing well!! You're a wonderful author and I'm so so glad that TLE is just?? Up for free?? If TLE had a price, it would be worth every penny. This is your obligatory reminder of the day that you're cool as hell and an inspiration to many aspiring authors.
All of that being said..... Wellll 😅 I totally understand if it's not possible but could you please reveal when the last chapter might be up? Or whose it might be? Or,y'know, just any sort of teeny tiny spoiler?? And how long might the break(A VERY WELL DESERVED BREAK, I'd like to emphasize) be, after TLE 2? Maybe like... 2 years? Maybe more? Please let us know if you can.
Have a great rest of the week, you're a star, and your readers love you <33333
Thank you so much ❤️
Unfortunately, I can’t really answer your question about TLE3, because I genuinely don’t know. I am not far enough along in the writing process of TLE3 to give any sort of estimate, and I really don’t want to give a timeline that I don’t adhere to (as I did many times with TLE2) because frankly, that makes me feel rotten. And, on a personal note, my life in general is just chaos right now. I don’t even know what I’m doing next month, let alone how long it’s gonna take me to write a novel length fanfic in my free time 😂😂
Right now I’m focused on getting back to just enjoying the process without any self-imposed pressure, and I feel confident the story will flow from there. When I have a better idea of a timeline, I promise I’ll share that here. ❤️
Regarding the final chapter, I’m not sharing any spoilers or POV yet, but I will say I’m going to TRY to get it out this weekend. It might not happen, but I’m really determined so 🤞🏼
Thank you so much for reading and sharing your enthusiasm ❤️❤️❤️
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deryl relationship headcanons pls n thanks if u could, have a nice day! <3
Elation (Deryl x MC/Reader - Relationship HCs)
Anon, I hope you enjoy this. ദ്ദി ( ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ )
A/N: Deryl doesn't have a crush on Jess in this.
- Signed by biggest-geo-oogami-enjoyer
Elation: a feeling or state of great joy or pride; exultant gladness; high spirits.
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Deryl is the epitome of a golden retriever.
Especially around you.
He's always been a very chipper guy, serving as the ray of sunshine for his group.
Alas, for some reason, he wished to cast his gilded radiance upon you.
He felt a sense of security around you, a sense of comfort.
He could be at ease around you, knowing that he's with someone he can trust and who will trust him back.
A pillar, in a sense. A priceless measure required to uphold a castellated monument.
That's what you were.
He may have been the grandeur, the mass, the size, but it was due to you and your energy that he even had the strength to continue serving as that fortress.
Finds you to be very sweet and kind; and starts falling for you. Hard. (that's what she said)
He doesn't even realise it until you offered him a packet of candy, much to Brittney and Geo(de)'s disapproval.
Then he blurts it out. "Yo, Deryl, want some?" "Aww hell yeah! You're awesome, MC!" "Epic." Then you gave it to him. The entire fucking pack. "I think I love you."
You pretend you didn't hear it, until later when you pull him aside, and, to your vehement shock, he confesses.
Then the both of you start hugging and giggling hysterically.
This man is the biggest ray of sunshine ever, his optimism and sheer devotion to you is crazy.
This guy'll put a lot aside for you.
Except food. This man needs his food.
If you both hang out, you're gonna end up at some store or bar and just eat dinner there, which takes hours because of the sheer amount he can eat (and also the tedious waiting process).
If you one day cook for him? This guy'll go batshit.
From love.
He will go bonkers from love.
A love he has only for you, and will only have for you. He's devoted and more than happy to spend the rest of his life with you. <33333
#reminder that geo is superior#the kid at the back#tkatb#tkatb vn#tkatb x reader#deryl helianthus#tkatb deryl
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