#i actually like the two together its nowhere near my favorite for either of them

[sieglinde-freud]

funniest thing that ever happened was intelligent systems being like “alright we’re gonna give selena/severa a canonically love interest whos a rip off of her mom and also a daughter whos somehow even more of a ripoff of her mom” and then nobody moved. everyone saw it and was like “oh i guess” and then nobody gaf. selena/subaki was soooo common it somehow circled back into being a rarepair. fantastic. any selbaki shooters out there hmu i wanna know what thats like

[flightfoot]

Miraculous movie review

Just watched the movie. Overall, I'm pretty mixed on it. There were some things I thought it did well and others I thought it was pretty poor at, especially with how the constraints of its runtime meant it couldn't build relationships as well. Ultimately, I prefer the show, though the movie definitely had some things going for it.

More details below the break, warning there will be SPOILERS below.

What I liked about the movie:

It had some really nice music and song sequences, they were my favorite part of the movie! I thought the singing was top-notch, and I loved the visuals they brought out for them, even if it was clearly non-diagetic most of the time. I adore musicals and sadly there haven't been enough of them lately.

The movie was more consistent with its tone and theming than the show usually is. Granted, that's a LOT easier to do in a single movie than in a show spanning 100+ episodes over seven years. They really leaned into the "Marinette has low self-confidence and just considers herself a useless mess who causes disasters all the time, so she needs to learn that she IS capable and heroic."

This movie BELONGED to Ladynoir, specifically with the song sequences with both of them, I adored them singing duets and dancing together.

ADRIEN GOT TO FIND OUT GABRIEL WAS HAWK MOTH AND REALLY REACT TO IT. Gabriel gave a genuine, heartfelt apology for everything, and gave up when he realized he'd been hurting his son. Since this version of Gabriel had only been avoiding Adrien out of grief and hadn't seemed to ever go out of his way to hurt him or subjugate him, Adrien forgiving him worked, I thought. This version of Gabriel jives nicely with most Gabenath fics I've read.

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What I didn't like about the movie:

While I enjoyed the song sequences the most, they did feel kind of jarring with the rest of the movie, especially since Marinette and Adrien had different voice actors for the singing parts.

Adrien's and Marinette's relationship was barely developed in the Adrienette dynamic. I was actually surprised when Ladybug told Chat that her heart belonged to someone else, given that she'd only had like, two scenes with him as a civilian? And neither one was THAT meaningful. The library scene was nowhere NEAR the level of the umbrella scene.

This movie had beautiful music... for the singing parts. But then they tried to bring out the opening chords of "Careless Whisper" for some bits that were supposed to be romantic and... yeah no, that didn't work at all. It felt like a parody. The show uses its OST WAY better, especially "In The Rain".

While this movie emphasized the Ladynoir dynamic, it didn't actually work for me? It was nice to see them sparring, but I didn't like their actual interactions - mostly because of how Chat was portrayed.

Which leads to a point about Chat: he got done dirty here, with his over-the-top bravado getting to the point of arrogance and it even seeming like he was putting Ladybug down sometimes, with him calling her a "sidekick" several times (which Plagg joined in on for some reason) and a watermelon and while that seems to have been in order to show how his and Ladybug's relationship strengthened and became more playful over time, the shortened length of the movie didn't really allow that to be conveyed well. He was mostly just annoying, and it didn't feel like he actually got to do much in fights. We didn't get to follow him much so there wasn't much reason to get attached to Adrien, either.

Were the fart scenes with Plagg really necessary?

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Overall I'm happy I watched it, but I wouldn't call it the definitive version of Miraculous by any means. For all its flaws and foibles, I far prefer the show, with the relationships and characters its built, and the creative, intelligent superhero fights it showcases. Just watched the movie wouldn't have gotten me into Miraculous's world, but the show entranced me after only two episodes.

[callme-whatyoulike]

Part of the Band

ahhh, i actually really like this one. a couple of the lines came to me, and i just had to write them down. this one is actually mentioned a bit in "The Sound!" this was actually started before it, but i just finished it like yesterday. aaanyway. there's like, the itty-bittiest bit of smut. hope you enjoy, byeee ♡♡

I was at a party. I can't quite recall who's now, someone I didn't really know, only shared a mutual friend or two with. But now I'm being walked home. It's late. Not another soul seems to be awake, here in the suburbs. Only the dim glow of streetlamps greet us and light our path.

It's just me and Matty. No one else in the world.

And we're drunk off our asses.

Okay, maybe not entirely wasted. But it's a good thing I'm not walking alone. Though, Matty had about as much to drink as I did. We both know we shouldn't be alone together when we're this drunk. Not because we'll be killed or anything. But our judgment and good decision making skills are completely out the window.

Matty's laughing about something as I check back into reality, no longer fixated on the outline of the clouds against the moon.

"Sorry, what'd you say?"

"Jesus, you really are drunk. I've never seen you like this before."

"You haven't known me all that long."

"I suppose that's true." He thinks about this for a moment. "I do like to think I know you pretty well, though."

I laugh at this. "Do you, now?"

"I do."

"What do you know about me?"

He starts walking a little slower. Brushes some curls off of his forehead, only for them to fall right back in place. "Your favorite color is blue."

"What makes you say that?"

"You have a lot of blue clothes," he says simply, as if it made perfect sense.

"I just look good in blue."

He looks over at me. He says a little seriously, "Darling, you look good in everything." I look away from him, uncomfortable by his slight change in tone. His sincerity.

"What else?"

He thinks again. "You don't judge a book by its cover."

"That's true."

"You believe in second chances."

"Depends, but yes."

He falls silent. Thinking some more. In his silence, I say, "I know you also believe in second chances." Matty looks at me curiously.

"And that you don't take any sugar in your tea."

"Obviously."

I think some more. "It's hard when you're on the spot," he says quietly. We reach the block for my apartment and Matty begins walking even slower.

"I know...we'd probably be no good for each other," he says, almost laughing. I look at him curiously, but he's not looking at me. I'll play along then.

"Our egos are absurd," I agree.

"Among other issues."

"You don't even know my favorite color," I laugh.

We've reached my apartment, stopping at the front door. Matty stands in front of me, slightly less drunk but still nowhere near sober. I'm much the same. He's staring down at me, a strange expression written on his face.

Under the faded moonlight and the dim streetlamps, it's almost like he's glowing, the edges of his features etched out by warm light. His curly hair, his nose, his chin, even the small bit of his chest peeking out from his slightly unbuttoned shirt.

"I don't know what you're thinking, either," he tells me, not moving an inch.

"Probably bad things." I take a step closer to him and he takes this small movement as a sign to close the gap between us even further, grabbing my arm gently, drifting up to my shoulder, the neckline of my shirt, tracing my collarbone. "What are you thinking, Healy?" I ask, slightly breathless at his touch.

"Lustful things." I hum in response. Lift my hand to his chest, tracing my finger from between his collarbones, down his sternum. He nearly shudders at the action, his breathing laboring slightly.

"Thought you said we'd be bad for each other." I smile. "Unless you're admitting you're wrong, for a change?"

This makes him give a strangely shy smile. If I know one thing about Matthew Healy, it's that he's never shy. "Maybe I am," he replies. I rest my whole hand on his chest. His heart's practically beating out of it.

"Why don't you do something about it?"

He looks down at my lips, for just a second, leans in, and kisses me. It's like a wildfire, an explosion, setting us both off, spreading through our veins. Matty's hands grab my waist and we back up against the door, his body pressed against mine, his warmth spreading through my chest. My hands tangle into his hair, one of his gently holds my jaw. These kisses are heavy, desperate. Like he said, lustful. I'm guilty of the same thoughts.

Despite the heated desperation, I fumble with my keys, barely managing to open the door. I grab Matty by the collar of his shirt and pull him inside, slamming the door behind us, now pressing him against it, my hands finding their way back to his hair and his chest. He steadily holds my waist, fidgeting with the hem of my shirt, brushing against my skin lightly but not daring to go any further.

Through breathless lips between kisses, I manage to say, "You can touch me."

He pulls away, looking me in the eyes. He tilts his head slightly. His voice is hoarse as he asks, "Are you sure?" There it is again. That shyness. It's endearing, in a way. So different from how Matty normally is. Self-assured, overconfident, egotistical Matty, caving in from a kiss.

I find myself, against my better judgment, reaching for his face, my thumb brushing his bottom lip, his cheekbone, his jaw. My heartbeat quickens. Not from the heat of the moment or the thought of what's going to happen next, but from the way he's looking at me, really looking, his hesitation, asking if this is okay.

An awful, strange, fluttering feeling runs through my chest; I'm nervous. I realize this is no longer driven just by lustful thoughts and drunken actions. I think he does, too. But we can deal with that another time.

"I'm sure."

Without any hesitation, Matty's hands are trailing up my back and his lips are against mine. I unbutton his shirt, exploring his shoulders, his chest, his ribs. He shrugs the shirt off, our mouths breaking apart, and he takes this opportunity to pull my shirt over my head. We stop, for just a moment, taking each other in. I've never seen him shirtless before...he has more tattoos than I thought.

"You're gorgeous," he whispers, echoing my own thoughts. At a loss for words, all I can think to do is kiss him again, desperate to speed this up, desperate for his hands all over me. I kiss his neck as he begins fiddling with the clasp of my bra. "God," he groans. "Where's the bedroom?"

I grab his hand and lead him away.

[fadebolt]

Wait a minute, I just noticed something... was this matchup and Saint/Enot vs Rivulet/Monk the only two instances of Monk appearing on this round? This wouldn't be too sad or remarkable on its own, since Survivor and Gourmand also appeared only twice, but they've won every matchup that they appeared in, while Monk... didn't win either of them. And what's funny is that there's actually a few Monk ships that I really enjoy, and the two that appeared in this round are ok as well. But I'm sorry, there's no way I'm gonna be prioritizing them over godmode and spearsaint, even if that's gonna contribute to Monk having to miss out on the next round entirely. Though I will say that I wasn't expecting spearsaint to actually win here. Like, yeah, it got a pretty close win against Arti/Enot, but that pairing is nowhere near as wholesome, cute and appealing as solar eclipse. And my concerns weren't entirely wrong, since this one was even more close, but still. Despite this, I'm still sending my condolences to all you Monk ship enthusiasts. Your stuff is real cute, and I know how it feels when your favorites are unpopular, and get very little support. Their sibling is still in the tournament, at least, and I'm sure they will be more than happy to avenge you all together with Nightcat.

As in, choose who you want to win.

WINNER BRACKET: (Rivusaint/Nightlight) | (Speedrun/Error 404) | (Cherry Bush/Nightsaint) | (Bath Bomb/Cherry Bomb) | (Kebab/Lagspike) | (Love Message/Barbecue)

SECOND CHANCE BRACKET: (Supernova/Candy Cane) | (Lanternfish/Blood Moon) | (Godmode/Rivmonk) | (Solar Eclipse/Spearsaint) | (Artisaint/Piranha) | (Spearnight/Boomstick)

[shelby-love]

SIRIUS BLACK

A little Bit of Amortentia

Requested: yes

Prompts: none

Warning(s): none this is a certified fluff piece (2.3K words)

Author’s note: I had so much fun writing this! Harry Potter is such a great world, and I’d love to explore more of it. Requests for HP are OPEN!!

P.S for everyone wondering Remus is actually my favorite out of the Marauders

~

"Well I still think you're missing out," Lilly stated after a long rant and because of how sweet she was, she had decided to stop her mouth right at that sentence.

You only laughed lightly, pushing through the student body with Lily Evans hot on your robe. "Sneaking out to Hogsmeade is something I'm fine with missing out on."

She shook her head, determination settling hard in her brow. "That's beside the point."

"Then what is the point?" You asked, hugging your textbook closer to your chest. When you noticed that the auburn-haired girl was no longer by your side you bunched your brows together and turned around. "Lily? Lily, what are you doing?"

Her eyes were wide, bright green eyes blazing at you. "You seriously have no idea?"

You had idea of course. So much so that you felt embarrassed by the mere thought of it…

Him.

"Come Lily. We're late for Potions."

She shook her head and followed you reluctantly, only because she knew that your professor would surely be disappointed if you two showed up late. Lily and you were after all, Horace Slughorn's favorite students.

"This isn't over," She mumbled.

Perhaps for her it wasn't. Lily Evans tended to see the best in all people. It was the good in her that made her give in to James Potter little after Christmas this year after hating him her entire schooling at Hogwarts.

"He matured a lot," she would tell you, and while that might have been true for James it surely wasn't true for the boy you laid your desires upon.

Sirius Black.

Either he was purposely ignoring you, or he really was a dimwit.

***

"Amortentia is the most powerful love potion in the world. It is distinctive for its mother-of-pearl sheen, and steam rises from the potion in spirals." Horace Slughorn informed, keeping a safe distance from the steaming love potion. The rest of the girls in the class not so much. Each of them neared the potion little by little with a boy in mind. Lily and you both shared the same thoughts as those love-obsessed girls – only you didn't show it. Despite having boys in mind, Lily and you stood put.

"Lily, dear, how about you come here and tell us what you smell?"

You hard-pressed your shoulder against hers as she smiled shyly, obvious to what she was going to smell. James Potter stood at the other end of the assembly of students, looking at his lovely girlfriend with pure adornment.

For a second, they had you wondering if you could ever find love like that.

"Do you know why I asked Lily to tell us what she smells?" Horace asked, sending you a look that had a simple meaning.

"Because the potion is supposed to smell differently to each of us, according to what attracts us…" You answered quickly, just like he wanted you to.

"Marvelous Y/N. Good job," Slughorn praised you whilst ushering Lily to tell you all what she smelt. From the corner of your eye you managed to catch James' sly smirk as his eyes darted from you, to his very uninterested friend.

Sirius Black.

You swallowed, focusing your eyes on your best friend that stood in front of the potion, holding her hair so it doesn’t fall into the potion with a face as red as a tomato. "Vanilla, freshly cut oranges and –"

He cheeks flamed even more if that was even possible. She dashed away from the love potion and stood back next to you without revealing the third thing, although everyone knew already. James was grinning like an idiot. "What was the third smell?"

She shyly turned her mouth to your ear, "James' quidditch uniform."

You laughed out loud before Lily shushed you down frantically.

It was all fun and games until Horace called out for you, "Y/N would you mind telling us what you smell? Don't be shy now, come."  

A part of you wanted to say "Yes, professor I would mind." but the other more rational, and smarter part of you had tied your hands behind your back in defeat. Lily gave you a push and sooner than later you found yourself standing over the love potion.

"I-I smell…" You inhaled slowly, the potion's fumes filling you up. Several different scents found their way into your nostrils, making you have a hard time deciphering them because of the sensual overdrive they gave you. "Roses…the smell of sea and-"

"Oh no," you mumbled, barely audible for everyone but yourself.

"Was there something you wanted to say dear?" Horace asked, having heard your mumbling barely.

"No…I um, smell petrichor," You stated somewhat awkwardly but very, very quickly. "You know, um, when the r-rain hits the ground…"

"Ah, yes," realization dawned upon your professor. "A lovely smell. A lovely smell indeed. Very well, miss Y/LN thank you. You may go back to your place."

Lily Evans waited for you, beaming, "Mind telling me what the third smell was?"

"Shut it Lily."

"But I told you mine!"

***

You glanced at the sign above the pink looking door and sighed. Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop, it said. You had known about this small tea shop that was located on a side road off the High Street in Hogsmeade Village even before you had arrived at Hogwarts. A boy from Hufflepuff had taken you there on a date once, sometime during your fifth year. It wasn't an especially pleasant memory, being cramped and surrounded by snogging couples at only 15 with a boy you didn't particularly like that way. Nevertheless, it had happened, and there was nothing you could do about the lingering memory.

The overall cute place was owned by Madam Puddifoot; the same woman who dearly welcomed you in the moment you stepped through the door.

You hoped to spot Lily there, after all that's why you were there. When the front of your little notebook changed under the influence of the Protean charm, you knew it was Lily instantly. While the Marauders had their own tricks, maps and such, Lily and you had thought of something far more practical. It would do you good, the charm, as it was expected to be known by every student that wants to take the N.E.W.T.

A win-win situation that was.

But although Lily Evans was nowhere to be seen, you still decided to sit down, trusting her not to pull any tricks on you. Save for the snowy weather, your day has been good so far and you didn’t want anyone to disrupt it.

Cautiously, you sat down and leaned against the plush sofa, discarding your scarf and coat along the way.

"What can I get ya lovely?" A sweet woman asked, hearts practically swimming within her irises. A pale pink apron with daisies was secured tightly around her waist, dolling her up prettily.

"I actually won't be staying, I'm waiting for-" You started, although you were sure in the fact you were going to have to buy gilly water at the very least. Even waiting comes at a price here.

But that didn't seem to be the case as the bells jingle and a dark figure waltzes through. The ladies' man, a member of the Marauders that had the most beautiful features pursued by impeccable dark hair and grey eyes walked in without a care in the world. Sirius didn't know it, but he had your toes curling every time.

You immidiately glanced around the cute shop, seeing nothing but loving couples.

No lone girl in the shop save for you.

Realization struck you in the gut and you swallowed, wanting now more than ever to disappear into a hole…or turn into a little bird and fly away.

His eyes swept across the stuffed shop, getting attention of several girls who were obviously there on a date. Boys exchanged distasteful glances between themselves, sensing Sirius to be an equal competitor that could easily give them a run for their money. "Y/N?"

You dared to say his voice softened upon seeing you. "Sirius."

Sirius' smile widened teasingly. It looked like the smile he would give his best of friends.

But you didn't want that. Not that you would tell him that.

He glanced around the shop once again before slipping into the free chair opposite of you. Without a care in the world, he stripped his snowy coat off his shoulders, his muscles tensing under the movements.

You swallowed.

"I'll have some butterbeer thank you," Sirius said, pulling out a generous amount of sickles for the waiting waitress you forgot was even standing there.

"And the lovely lady?" She mused, giving you a wink.

"Pumkin juice." You choke out.

Like a real gentleman, Sirius halted your attempt to pay for your drink with a raised hand and a wink.

Why does everyone keep winking?

You shook your head at the rogue thought.

"4 sickles young lad."

Sirius handed her the coins and she disappeared, leaving a trail of literal hearts whisking underneath her steps. "Talk about exaggeration."

Sirius' low chuckle at your random comment had you flustered immediately.

"So –" You both voiced at the same time.

"No, you first." You said quickly, brushing some misplaced strands of hair out of the way.

"You can go fi-"

You gave Serius the look you would usually give Remus and James many times on many different occasions; the one that said not to argue with you. Only this time it felt like a completely different look. It intrigued the stubborn boy even more; dragging him deeper into the pit of feelings he had for you.

"Fine," he said, casually twining his fingers atop the table. "I have a question."

"Um…o-kay."

He smiled at your nervousness and decided at that moment to just blurt out the question that's been nagging him since it happened. "What did you smell during potions yesterday?"

"Y-you mean when I smelled the Amortentia?" The strongest love potion ever created that had the ability to reveal ones biggest attractions with a simple sniff. “That potion?”

"Mhmm," he said. "If you tell me what you smelled, I'll tell you what I smelled."

"You must be bloody joking," You exclaimed. Almost everyone knew that you smelled someone. Not just the rain and roses. Someone.

Unlike with Lily, they had no idea who it was.

No one knew save for Lily who probably told James.

Who probably told Remus?

Remus, Peter…

Sirius.

A million thoughts raced through your head. What at first was a blind date will turn out to be the biggest prank the Marauders ever pulled on someone. The biggest prank in Marauders history. You were sure of it.

"I-I should go," you muttered, grabbing your bag and coat in a haste to get out.

Sirius' eyes went wide in alarm, "What are you doing, Y/N? Where are you going?"

"Away from you," You said sternly. "I don't plan on being your new plaything so just leave me alone."

"Woah, woah, woah. Why would you think that?" He asked with what looked like genuine confusion as he held your hands in a vise grip to stop you from leaving.

"B-because…" Words stopped coming once you realized.

Telling him the reason behind it would ruin everything.

"Because you like me?"

You stared at him in shock, eyes widened to the size of a quidditch snitch. No, a bludger. "I don't know what to say to that."

Sirius outright laughed at you and your attempt to conceal what you both already knew, "Look…"

You swallowed.

"I like you too Y/N."

"I know, so let's just forget this ever happen- Wait what did you just say?"

The two of you were, unbeknownst to you in that moment, holding hands atop the cute table, looking like a real couple at that moment to anyone who walked into the shop.

"I like you," He repeated slowly, more audibly for you to comprehend this time. "I know I've been a…"

"Bully," You butted in quickly.

"No I wasn't!"

"Severus begs to differ," You reminded.

"Whatever," Sirius brushed you off, tightening his hold on your two hands. Warmth seemed to come off him in waves, making it all the more comfortable to be in his hold. No wonder girls fawned around him. "What I'm trying to say is – the four of us were idiots, and you were the girl I thought I didn't deserve."

You almost melted.

"So, when I saw what James has with Lily," He confessed. "I wanted that…but with you."

"So why didn't you come up to me?"

"Thought you'd reject me," He said quickly.

"True."

The way he looked at you had you tumbling down your brain for word, "B-but you've changed… And I like you too Sirius."

"I'd like to take you out somewhere else," Sirius proposed. "If you'd have me."

"Of course," You smiled, for the first time freely. "I'd like that very much."

Never in a million years would you have guessed this would be happening; Sirius standing behind you, helping you with your coat…

And holding your hand on the way out.

"You still didn't tell me."

“Tell you what?”

"What you smelled in the Amortentia."

The question didn't sound so attacking as it did 10 minutes ago, and you felt like you could answer it with more ease. "You really want to know?"

"Yes, I would like that very much."

"Fine," You stopped somewhere in the middle of the square, feeling quite brave and bold. "You."

He didn't look surprised, maybe relieved more than surprised. The relief shone in his grey eyes, you could see it. His long black hair blew against the wind that swept through Hogsmeade in a wildly matter. Sirius seemed closer now more than ever as he gazed into your eyes. Whilst you probably looked crazy in the cold wind, the weather only seemed to compliment the once a big troublemaker before you.

"Good."

You creased your brows, "You didn't tell me what you smelled."

Sirius chuckled, "You of course."

Pleased with his answer, you let him do something you've been dreaming about for quite some time.

He kissed you.

The kiss felt electrical, making your body go haywire. Sparks, as cliché as they sound, they were there, present from the moment the kiss started and until it ended. Sirius had his warm hand against your cold cheek, bringing you closer than ever before.

You hadn't shared this with any other boy save for the one you were with right now.

You didn't have what Lily and James did because their love was theirs and theirs only.

Sirius and you will build a love of your own. Something characteristic to you two only. Here in Hogsmeade, or wherever in the world. A long life was ahead of you and you, now more than ever, felt like you could do anything.

Even pass the N.E.W.T.

~

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[mendespideys]

rescue | t.h.

pairing: tom holland x lifeguard!reader

warnings: drowning, i guess, although it is definitely not mentioned or described but still. staying under water a lil bit longer than what’s normal?

summary: you’re a lifeguard and when tom is playing in the pool with harrison and stays under for too long, you come to his aid 

a/n: soo... apparently this was supposed to be for a writing contest hosted by  @sunshinehollandd and @naturallytom that i never finished. oops 🤭

i found it among my 92 drafts and decided to finish it - sort of. It’s more a quick drabble than anything (that i am not proud of) but oh well. at least it’s something, right? so enjoy!

With your brand new sunglasses resting on the bridge of your nose, you settle back into the chair towering above the pool guests. The sun beams down from above, toasting the back of your neck that the umbrella was unable to protect. 

The endless laughter from children, the frustrated scolds from parents, and the splashing of the water beneath you blend together into mere background noise. You shift in your seat, fishing out your bottle from your backpack. To be fair, it’s more a block of ice than water, but your throat relishes the few drops that do fall out as you tip the bottle upwards. 

While you knew your job needed the upmost level of detail, you no longer felt the constant need to pay attention to every single guest. You had been at this long enough to trust your body to react on its own accord and was nowhere near as uptight as you had been your first day. 

Relaxing back into your chair, you let your hidden gaze glide across the people that had taken the trip to your turf today. One of your favorite parts of the job, contrary to what some people might think, was the people watching. There is just something about observing people as they unknowingly go about their day.

Your eyes fall on Mina first. The fourteen year old girl is always there so it comes as no surprise. You watch proudly as she practices her butterfly stroke. Her ceaseless training had done wonders for her technique and you make a mental note to compliment her when she eventually gives up for the day. 

There are a few other regulars as well. Mr. and Mrs. Norris; the retired couple that would come every weekend to work on their tans. Sasha; the single mom that also comes every weekend with her twin boys, Adam and George. Mr. Thomas; an older gentleman who seemed to enjoy speaking with you more than the actual swimming part. And then there was Paddy, who had just recently started visiting. 

The young freckled boy (teenager, Paddy would correct) seemed to also be practicing his techniques much like Mina. There had been a fair share of conversations between the two of you and you had to admit that you enjoyed his company. 

Your eyes land on the two men next to him that he appears to be talking to. You refrain the urge to roll your eyes as you keep watching them, their water fight becoming more intense by the second. Paddy seems to be cheering them on, but you can’t make out his words. Boys. 

While water fights are definitely not unusual for you to witness, this is different as the young men look to be about your own age. For some reason unbeknownst to you, you’re unable to tear your eyes away from the two of them. Or, more specifically, the tone back muscles of the brunette with his back to you. 

They are both extremely attractive - that truth is undeniable. As their playful fighting becomes physical, you finally catch a glimpse of the brunette. The black sunglass that had been nestled in his wet curls were knocked off and long forgotten the second they came in contact with the chlorinated water. 

Your brows perked with amusement as you kept your eyes on the two. A little entertainment in an otherwise mundane work day didn’t hurt, right? The brunette almost effortlessly hops onto the blond’s back, a non-threatening chokehold around his neck. The overpowering does not last for long and before either you or him, it seemed, could anticipate it, the blond had successfully knocked him off and into the water. 

The blond surfaced rather quickly, a triumphant grin dancing on his lips. You chuckled to yourself quietly, anxiously waiting for the attractive brunette to resurface as well. You were rather curious about how he would handle his loss. However, as a few more seconds pass and still no brown locks to be seen, you’re in full lifeguard mode. 

You’re on autopilot. You had trained for years and while you rarely had to actually utilize your skills, it did happen occasionally. Your body doesn’t even react to the temperature difference as your toasted skin comes in contact with the chilled water. You make your way over to the small group in record time, grabbing ahold of the brunette’s arm just as he seems to make his way back up.

His coughs enter your ears as soon as you pull him to the surface and toward the edge of the pool. You’re well-aware of the small audience you have, feeling the burns of their curious stares, but ignore them dutifully and get back to the situation at hand. 

He seems to be conscious enough and helps you out by hoisting himself up on the ledge. You pretend not to notice the way his toned biceps tense as he does so. You quickly hoist yourself up as well, the sun immediately resuming its toasting the minute your body is out of the water. 

You offer a rather pathetic pat on the back as his ceaseless coughs continue. Eventually, he’s able to halt his coughing, his chest heaving as he tries to get enough air into his lungs without irritating his throat again. 

“Are you okay?” you question, hiding your worry behind the professionalism you had adopted summers ago. “See, this is why lifeguards typically frown upon fighting in the water. Playfully or not.”

He nods, finally turning to meet your eyes. You choke down the gasp that involuntarily made its way up your throat. His brown orbs sparkle in the sun and you are immediately mesmerized by their beauty. Still, the way the embarrassment that had been swimming within them was replaced by shock and curiosity the moment they met your gaze didn’t go unnoticed by you.

“I-I’m good,” he brown-eyed man responds, swallowing thickly. The corner of his mouth turns upward as he runs a slightly unsteady hand through his wet curls. “Thanks for coming to my rescue.”

“Well, it is my job,” you retort, a playful smile settling on your lips. “Your poor fighting technique was amusing, so I was already watching.”

“You sure that’s the only thing you were watching, darling?” He’s full-on smirking now and you, once again, refrain from rolling your eyes at his childish antics. 

“Y/N!” 

You turn toward the familiar voice, watching with curious eyes as Paddy swims toward the two of you, the older blond hot on his heel. The freckled teen looks between you and the brunette, not even bothering to hide his amusement. His gaze lands on the brunette who looks at him expectantly. 

“This is why I’m the swimmer and you’re the actor, Tom,” Paddy snorts. 

Tom. So that was his name. 

“Well, Pads, if I had known you were here hanging out with - Y/N, was it? - almost everyday then maybe I’d be here more often and would be a better swimmer.” 

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[red-jaebyrd]

My Brother’s Keeper

Ric hadn’t set out to make a new friend that day. In fact he hadn’t even expected to see the guy again once he had helped Ric push his busted cab to the side of the road.

Hardly anyone ever went out of their way to help others in Bludhaven. It surprised Ric when this guy, Jason just appeared as if out of nowhere to yell at honking drivers and help Ric get his cab out of the way of traffic. Ric had invited him to The Prodigal for a beer that night as a thank you. He wasn’t sure if Jason would even show up that night, but to his surprise he did.

“So what do you do when you're not swooping in to help complete strangers push their broken down cars out of rush hour traffic?” Ric asked.

Jason laughed. “Little bit of this, little bit of that, mostly free-lance stuff.”

It was a vague answer, but Ric let it slide. Everyone had their secrets, he couldn’t fault a guy he just met to have a few.

“Must be nice. Is it real lucrative?”

“The pay isn’t bad,” Jason shrugged. “I get to set my own hours and carry a gun.”

“Can’t argue with those perks,” Ric chuckled, taking a drink of his beer. “So did you grow up around here?”

“Nah, I grew up in Gotham, what about you?”

Ric tensed at hearing Gotham and gripped the handle of his beer mug tighter. He really hoped Jason wasn’t another one of Wayne’s associates trying to jog his memory and lure him back ‘home’. Maybe he should just play along.

“Same, seems everyone one I’ve run into lately is from Gotham.” Ric challenged.

“Well, to be fair Gotham is a pretty big place,” Jason replied causally. “So what brought you to Bludhaven?”

Ric shrugged allowing the tension to leave his shoulders. “Let’s just say I needed somewhere new to spread my wings.”

“And you chose Bludhaven?” Jason snorted. “Did you lose a bet?”

“Shut up.” Ric laughed, elbowing Jason in the arm. “Don’t knock it. You’re here too. What brought you to the ‘haven’?”

Jason ran a hand through his hair. His brow furrowed in thought before he answered. At first Ric thought that maybe he was prying too much into this guy’s life, or asking too many personal questions.  He couldn’t help it. He liked talking and Jason was the first person besides Bea that was actually interested in talking to him.

“Gotham wasn’t safe for us anymore, so my brothers and I bailed and came here.”

“Looks like you left just in time. I heard a lot of crazy shit with the Bat was happening in Gotham. Wait, did you say ‘brothers’?” Ric’s smiled wistfully.

Jason nodded. “I have four. One was staying with our sister the last time I checked in with him and the other two came here with me.”

Ric had always wondered what it would be like to be part of a big family.  He wondered if he had ever asked his parents for a brother or a sister. If they hadn’t died, would they have had more children? Would he have been a good big brother to them? Wayne did have a younger son, so Ric was technically a big brother, but he couldn’t remember his life with him. When it came to the Waynes, Ric was just a son and brother on paper.

“Where’s the other one? You said four brothers, but only mentioned three of them.”

He watched as Jason scratched along a groove in the wood of the bar, like he was trying to think of the right words to say. Ric’s stomach flipped as he started to speculate that maybe something serious did happen to Jason’s family. Or maybe Ric was just making Jason feel uncomfortable with all his questions. Ric did that sometimes when he got too excited talking to new people. Jason took a swig of his beer before answering Ric’s question.

“Our older brother...” Jason answered, running his fingers along the condensation of his mug. “…he went missing a few months ago. It’s been hard on the family, especially our father and my youngest brother.”

“I’m sorry. I can imagine it’s been difficult for everyone, especially you. It can’t be easy being the one that they depend on.”

Jason shook his head. “No, truthfully it sucks sometimes, but it has its moments. He was– I had a good role model and they’re good kids. They just miss him. I miss him too.”

“Well you got them somewhere safe,” Ric clapped a hand on Jason’s shoulder. “Well…relatively safe. Any leads on his whereabouts?”

“Nothing but dead ends. Deep down I don’t really think he wants to found,” Jason shrugged. “But I’ll keep looking for him. So what about you, any siblings?”

Ric knew a dismissal when he heard it. He didn’t mind the change in subject. He couldn’t blame Jason for not elaborating. It had to be stressful for anyone looking for a missing family member. He assumed this question was bound to make its way onto him.

“No, I’m an only child. My parents died when I was eight.”

“Shit, sorry man. We can talk about something else.”

“It’s fine. You told me about your brother. I can talk about this. I did get taken into a good home, so I shouldn’t really complain,” Ric shrugged.

“But…”

Ric shook his head. “It’s just frustrating to have these people who are supposed to be my ‘family’ constantly telling me how I should be living my life.”

“Oh, I know how that is, trust me. It’s the worst.”

“Right? Why can’t I live my life how I want to? I’m an adult. They’re not even interested in getting to know me,” Ric ranted. “They just want their precious ‘Dick Grayson’ back. It’s my life now not his, let me live it how I want to.”

Shit. He went too far. He could see the look of surprise on Jason’s face. The lull of silence between them stretched and Ric couldn’t form a cohesive thought. Ric’s brain was scrambling for something else to say, anything to say, to fix the mess he just made but nothing was coming. Instead his mind started replaying all recent moments of disappointed people coming and going in his life claiming that they loved him, but not wanting to take the time get to know him.

Ric really hated his brain sometimes and how there was no filter between what he was thinking and what came out of his mouth. He needed to explain himself to Jason fast. Ric knew Jason had to have noticed the gnarly scar on the side of his head. Maybe the scar would give him a free pass at his unfiltered choice of words.

“Sorry, sorry, that uh kinda came out of nowhere. I…uh…had a bit of an accident…” Ric explained, pointing at his scar. “…I got shot a few months ago and well let’s just say my “family” or whatever they want to call themselves, didn’t take to my recovery well.”

“I’m sorry. Sometimes injuries that intense can either bring a family closer together or tear them apart.”

Ric shrugged his shoulders. It had been rough having to relearn how to do everyday tasks like eating, writing his name, and walking. His “family” and friends had been there at every therapy session encouraging him with their words and overall presence. But the worst of it had been their reactions to the news that his memories of them were gone.

“I couldn’t remember them,” Ric admitted, staring at his near empty beer mug.  “They were literal strangers to me the moment I opened my eyes from the coma, and it was something that they wouldn’t accept. In the end their concern for me and my recovery just felt conditional, so I left and came here.”

“Damn. Do they at least check up on you?” Jason asked.

“The old man used to, but I haven’t seen him in a while. A red-headed chick did too, but I told her not to bother anymore. Not if she’s going to keep looking at me searching for ‘him’ to come back. Apparently the other guy they really want was a real ‘Golden boy’, that’s not me.”

Jason snorted.

“What did I say?” Ric quirked a smile.

“Nothing,” Jason smirked, and took a drink of his beer.

“I’m doing just fine on my own. I don’t need them.”

“No you don’t. I know they’re family, but fuck them.” Jason clinked his beer mug against Ric’s.

Oh Ric really liked this guy.

 8888

The next few weeks Ric and Jason met up at The Prodigal for beers. Some nights all they did was talk and drink. Other nights they drank and played pool. Jason became one of Ric’s favorite drinking buddies.

Ric couldn’t legitimately remember ever having a feeling of kinship with anyone like Jason before in his life. It was nice and a bit scary at the same time letting someone new in his life. Still, instead of running away from this newfound friendship, Ric embraced it.

Friendship was a concept Ric wasn’t sure he’d ever get used to again. He didn’t have many friends in Bludhaven, well friends that he remembered. Dick’s old friends wanted nothing to do with him. They kept waiting and pushing for Dick to “come back”. When he finally snapped at them that Dick was gone and never coming back, they stopped visiting him. He did have Bea. She was the only one who had welcomed him with open arms and genuinely wanted to get to know him.

Jason had been the only other person he had run into that also didn’t have some hidden agenda to “bring Dick back”. With Jason there wasn’t any pressure or demand to be anyone other than himself. He could be Ric with no expectations thrust upon him. Jason empathized with Ric’s struggle to find his identity apart from the Waynes.

This was what made hanging out with Jason so easy. The anxiety of having to censor himself, afraid he might say or do something that was so inherently not Dick didn’t exist when he was around Jason. It was such a relief and a weight off Ric’s shoulders to just exist in a space with a friend and be himself.

Once Jason had opened up to Ric, he learned that there was a whole slew of shit that had happened to his friend in just a short amount of time. Aside from his brother going missing, Jason had a serious falling out with his dad that had caused a significant rift between them causing him to take his brothers and leave. However, the most devastating news had to be hearing that Jason’s best friend had been killed while staying at an inpatient rehabilitation facility.

“I wish I had some advice to give you, but something tells me you weren’t looking for any,” Ric said.

“No, not really, just a sympathetic ear, I guess.”

“I’m sorry about your best friend. That really sucks what happened to him.”

“Thanks, man. At least we got to work one last job together before he died. Anyway, that’s enough of my bullshit. What’s up with you? You look like my little brother after seven Red Bulls and 3 hours of sleep.”

Ric sighed. “It’s kind of embarrassing, but I’ve been having these dreams lately of faceless people in weird costumes. In the dream I feel like I know them. I’m ready to say their name but I can’t talk. I wake up and by the time I try to recall the images I can’t remember them.”

“Do you think your memories are trying to come back?” Jason asked.

“I don’t know, maybe?” Ric shrugged.

“But…you don’t want them to come back, do you?”

It felt silly getting so worked up over something like lost memories resurfacing. Ric should be happy that parts of his lost past was trying to get through to him. He should be relieved that the 15 years of lost memories were finally starting to return, but he wasn’t happy or relieved. He was worried.

“What happens to me when I start remembering everything? Will I still be Ric when Dick’s memories come flooding back filling in the gaps? What if I don’t like the things I start to remember? What then?”

Jason turned in his stool to face Ric. “No matter what, you’ll still be Ric. You’ll still be the guy with the busted cab I had to push out of traffic. You’ll still be the guy that kicks my ass playing pool. You’ll still be the guy who insists on buying the first round and listening to all my bullshit. You’ll still be you, just with new memories.

“No matter what happens you are not obligated to go back to your old life or live your life by your old memories. You don’t owe those assholes in Gotham anything.”

Ric nodded allowing Jason’s words to sink in.

“We’ll take it one day at a time,” Jason clapped a hand on Ric’s shoulder. “Next round is on me.”

The anxiety slowly started to ebb away as Ric watched his friend leave their high top table and make his way to the bar to get another round of beers.

Ric couldn’t stop the new memories from coming. They were coming whether he wanted them to or not. And when they did come he was glad to have found such a great friend in Jason. The man was right, no matter what happened, he was not obligated to go back to his old life or live his life by his old memories.

Part 2: Somebody That I Used to Know

[brutal-nemesis]

E&T: The Price to Pay

Hello welcome back to actually whumping Erebus 💕 I missed his screams

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Ingredients: tooth whump, noncon body modification, noncon touching (unsexy)

Far too soon, Erebus found himself immobilized and staring up at Zander the rat once again. They’d let him keep his shirt on this time, but that wasn’t exactly reassuring as that made it much more likely that she was going to mess with his face or somewhere else that would be difficult to hide. 

That is, if he ever even got the luxury of hiding the thing he was turning into.

Neteri came over, returning his wary gaze with a beaming smile. “How’s my favorite test subject?”

“I’m pretty sure I’m your only test subject.”

“Well, yeah, but that doesn’t mean I don’t love ya.” She ruffled his hair affectionately, and he hated that he was starting to like it when she touched him like that. “And even if I had other ones, you’d still be my favorite.”

“That so.”

“Yeah! You’re just so cute and well-behaved.” 

“I-I’m just not stupid. I know fighting doesn’t do me any good. I’m not doing it for you or anything.”

“And that’s perfectly fine, as long as the end result is the same!” She gave his head one final pat before turning and putting her gloves on. “Now, let’s get started. This should be pretty quick and easy since we’re...going to take things a little more slowly. Well okay not slowly but just...sticking to my original plan. Which means starting with the simpler procedures and working our way up. In conclusion, today really won’t be anything too bad.” She patted his cheek. “Open up.”

“I still don’t-ahh.” Erebus was expecting her to gag him again, but he felt his stomach drop when she shoved the rubber block in between his teeth instead. If she wasn’t going to do something to his tongue again, that meant...she wasn’t going to mess with his teeth, was she? 

She held up a pair of pliers, confirming his worst fears. His abject terror must have shown on his face, as she gave him a sympathetic look and squeezed his hand in her gloved one. “Just two, okay? I’ll be quick, I promise. And it’s either this or I give you a tail, which I assume you don’t want a tail.” Erebus tried to shake his head, because he most certainly did not want a tail, but the strap around his forehead prevented him from moving much. “Uh, thumbs up if you don’t want a tail and thumbs down if-wait no you can’t move your wrist.” She stared into space for a moment before coming to the solution Erebus had been thinking of from the beginning, which was pulling the rubber block out of his mouth so he could speak.

“No, I don’t want a tail,” he said tiredly. “I really don’t want you to...to pull my teeth either, but if I had to pick between the two...I’d really rather not have a tail.”

“You sure? It would be a cool tail. Venomous.”

“I am now even more sure that I absolutely do not want it.”

“You’re no fun.” She shoved the block back in, and Erebus found himself a little bit calmer, because at least he sort of chose this. Not that he in any way consented to what she was about to do to him, but he preferred it over the alternative, which was guaranteed to make him feel completely inhuman. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to steady his breathing as she started to move towards his mouth.

The sensation of the pliers against his tooth was...unpleasant, to say the least. The cold, hard metal scraped against it, sending horrific echoes through his skull. His heart started beating even faster as their grip tightened and he felt her start to pull. Was she even strong enough to do this oh Drottkia there was so much pressure building up but he knew once it gave it would-

Hurt like hell, lighting up his entire face with agony oh it felt like someone had stabbed the spot his tooth used to be with a molten nail and he tried not to scream he really did there was blood dripping down into the back of his throat and already something cold and wet was pressing into the tender flesh around the hole she’d just made it was so cold and one, two, three now it was itching, burning, agonizingly white-hot and there was nothing, nothing else besides anguish as the foreign tooth wormed its way in.

At some point after the pain mostly died out, Neteri removed the block, allowing him to relax his jaw. He tried to catch his breath as he did so, his throat already raw from screaming. Hesitantly, he moved his tongue towards the new tooth, foolishly hoping it wasn’t-it was.

A fang. A long, sharp fang. He had a fang. 

And in a few minutes, he was getting another one.

“You did so well, bud, halfway done,” Neteri reassured as she gently wiped some of the blood from around his mouth. “Can you bite together for me?” He begrudgingly did so, resisting the pointless urge to bite her as she examined the new tooth. It hadn’t aligned quite right, and it took a few tries for her to get it right, each time involving her painfully twisting it with the pliers.

When Erebus’s upper and lower jaws finally fit together properly, she shoved the block back in and gripped his remaining canine with the pliers. He hoped he’d never have to feel pliers in his mouth after today, they were so hard and cold and-hurt hurt hurt they hurt so much pulling pulling the pressure’s building up again I want this over with but I’m scared to feel that pain again but you chose it and you deserve it because you failed so endure it even as the agony stabs you in the skull even as you can’t stop screaming even as the magic burns and forces another fang into your mouth you have to endure because it’s all you can do anymore endure it endure it endure it

Thankfully, the second tooth didn’t need as much adjusting as the first, and soon enough Erebus found himself breathing a sigh of relief that at least the pain was over, even if the effects of what had just happened would be with him forever. Neteri patted him and praised him before calling in the guards, saying she’d come by his cell to check on him once she got everything cleaned up.

Back in the cell, Erebus stood in front of the mirror, as had become his weird sort of ritual after a procedure. The blood around his mouth was something he’d seen before, but as for what was inside...he knew they were there, he could feel them in there. A part of him knew, though, that once he saw them, there was no going back. He took a deep breath and opened his mouth.

The fangs were so, so apparent. They were noticeably longer than the teeth that had been there before had been, even if they weren’t as long as he had originally feared, but they looked as sharp as they felt. Once again, he couldn’t help but feel like he was some sort of monster, since he was certainly starting to look the part. He closed his jaw, hesitantly pulling his lips back into a smile-and oh, oh, that was horrific, no, no, absolutely no one would ever see that without wanting to run for their life. Maybe it was for the best that he never felt like smiling much these days. 

When Neteri came in a few minutes later, Erebus was laying on his bed, curled around his pillow as he stared blankly ahead. She crouched in front of him, head cocked to the side. “Your mouth doesn’t hurt, does it?”

“No, it’s fi-ow.” In trying to say that he felt physically alright, he’d accidentally nicked his lower lip.

“Aw, poor thing,” Neteri chuckled sympathetically, reaching up and healing the little puncture with a tap of her finger and a spark of magic. “You’ll get used to them eventually.” Erebus elected not to respond, simply looking away. Why did she think she was in any position to feel sorry for him when she was the one causing him all this pain in the first place? And for what? He didn’t move as she stood up, but he was startled when she gently scooped up his head, sitting down in the spot where it had been before letting it drop back down. Onto her lap.

He panicked slightly, trying to sit up, but she held him down. “It’s alright, Erebus. Just lie still.” He opened his mouth to protest, but how was he supposed to explain that he didn’t want to be comforted this way, that he didn’t want to associate this feeling with her, that this was something only his mother (and Lythia, on a couple wonderful occasions) had done with him? Thoughts of both of them, of his life before all this, of his home, started to overwhelm him, and before he knew it he was crying. Again.

Neteri didn’t say a word, simply stroking his hair and rubbing his back as he clutched the pillow and sobbed about anything and everything. He missed his father and his home and his bed and his friends and the palace gardens and his freedom and having control over his own body and not being chained up all the time and how, how could Neteri act like she cared about him while she was cutting him into pieces he wished she would just stop because part of him was starting to like her and want her to do things like stroke his hair and that was wrong he shouldn’t like the person who-who owned him because he was owned he was he knew it deep down and he’d never admit it but it was true and he hated it and he wished he could hate her and he didn’t see how things would ever, ever be okay again and he was powerless to do anything but cry as the woman who was keeping him captive imitated the love of people he’d never see again.

At some point after he started to calm down, he felt one of Neteri’s hands leave him and opened his eyes to see that she was holding something in front of his face. “Here, I found this when I was going through my bag the other day. Did you want to keep it?” she said as she held out a light blue ribbon, the one she’d pulled out of his hair before cutting it off. The ribbon that had belonged to his mother. He quickly snatched it up and held it close to his chest, afraid of losing it again. 

“Thanks,” Erebus said quietly, rubbing the familiar silk between his fingers. It really did mean a lot to him to have this little piece of his old life, even if his hair was nowhere near long enough to tie it in. 

“Of course.” She stroked his hair a few more times before giving him a final pat and sliding out from underneath his head. He sat up and wiped the last few tears out of his eyes, not even flinching when her hand slid under his chin and tilted it up slightly. “Erebus, I just want you to know that if you ever want to talk about anything, you can just let me know, alright? I understand if you don’t want to, given, uh,” her other hand poked at the tag attached to his collar, “but if you do...I’m here, okay?” He just nodded, despite the fact that he sincerely doubted he’d ever take her up on that offer. Accepting comfort like he’d just done was bad enough.

After Neteri left, Erebus looked down at the ribbon, wondering what he should do with it. The thought of tying it to his collar crossed his mind, but he decided against it. He didn’t want something his mother had touched anywhere near that awful thing. His wrist, then? Not his right one, not on that foreign arm that he still hadn’t had any luck in transforming. He settled on his left wrist, tying it rather sloppily since he could only use one hand to make the knot. 

Looking at it, thinking of everything he’d lost, Erebus realized that despite everything, despite how miserable he was, despite how much he wanted to escape this place, he still didn’t want to die. He didn’t know if it was hope that things would get better, fear of death, or something else entirely, but he realized that he wanted to live. He wanted to survive.

And if he needed to accept Neteri’s comfort every so often in order to keep himself sane, then so be it.

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[erigold13261]

do you have any fluff headcanons for mayday

I'm not sure on what counts as fluffy or not, but I can try to think of some fluffy headcanons!

-She is definitely the type to give away money like she has too much of it even though she doesn't, especially to those who she thinks need it more than her.

-The mom friend of the group to an extent. She will help anyone who might need a place to stay or some cheering up, but when it comes to actual responsible stuff she is a bit more of a mess and free-spirited.

-Knows how to sew and will make small little keychain plushies for friends! She will either make the plush look like the person she is giving it to, or make it something they like such as a favorite animal or food.

-Helped Zimelu with realizing she was a trans girl when she let Zimelu wear some of her skirts and dresses one time when hanging out together.

-Though she hates to cook, when a friend is feeling down she will make some really hearty and healthy food for them that her grandma taught her when she was little.

-Cries very easily when overwhelmed and stressed but is not afraid to show her tears. She will confidently cry in front of complete strangers and not feel humiliated but knows other people would usually feel bad for crying in public. Because of this, when someone she knows starts crying in public she either pulls them aside and tells them it's okay to cry and not be afraid/upset about it, or will cause a bigger distraction so her friend isn't in the spotlight.

-May is the one to deal with bugs and creepy-crawlies that get in the sewer. Zuke can't stand them and will even try to squish any that come close to him. May hates this and tries to save every bug so she can release them outside in a good habitat somewhere in Vinyl City. The two have had fights about this so now Zuke just calls May whenever their is a bug (or quietly kills it if she is nowhere near him and never tells her).

-After the events of the game, she created new album covers for each of the NSRtists as an apology for beating them up and wrecking their stuff.

-Once she got over her fangirling with 1010, she realized they were actually very sheltered and didn't get out a lot or understand a bunch of common references. She ended up trying to help them develop their personalities by figuring out things they like to do and showing them how they can pursue those interests.

-Helps Zuke paint his nails because sometimes its difficult for him. She doesn't care for painting her own nails, but will do so to match with Zuke every now and then!

(extra headcanons but from my friend, they say she is made of marshmallows)

[servin-up-surveys]

survey #056

Are you a leader or follower? Definitely more of a follower, but one that will try to lead if it's for the better or cruel leadership exists and needs to go. How many times have you actually been in love? Twice. Where do you get your pizza? It's usually either Little Caesar's or Domino's. Do you own a Nintendo DS? If so, what games do you have? Yeah; I have Nintendogs, two Pokemon games, Cooking Mama, and uhhh oh yeah Guitar Hero. Maybe another or two, but I'm not sure. I like never use it. If you have a Facebook, is yours privatized? Why or why not? Yes, because I don't want to share my life with everyone.

Can kittens ever be ugly? Honestly, no lmao. I fucking love kittens. One of my favorite baby animals. Can you count to three in German? I can count thousands past that, but for the curious it's eins, zwei, drei. What foods do you always put salt on? Popcorn is one. Are you good at holding back your laughter if needed? NO. Is anyone you know really religious? I live in the Bible Belt, buddy. Have you ever owned a garden? I know Mom had two over the course of living in my childhood home. Anyone’s birthday coming up soon? Girt's is in a month. (: Would you ever wear fake eyelashes? Possibly for my wedding, but idk. Have you ever seen a walrus? Possibly at SeaWorld as a kid, idr. Are you more worried about marriage or a career? A career. I'm going nowhere fast in terms of making money... If you had a tiny scar on your face, would you get it removed or just keep it? Keep it; like I'm not saying I WANT one, but usually facial scars look cool to me. Especially those that go through your eye(brow). Has there ever been a murder in your town? I bet my fucking life on hundreds. This place SUCKS. Last thing you and your ex boyfriend/girlfriend talked about? Sara asked if I knew if Tez was okay for leaving the group chat. I lied and told her I didn't know. I still wonder if I went about doing that whole split in the right way... Have you ever donated blood? Yes, in high school. Have you ever been called prince/princess? Yup and I nearly vomited lmao How important do you consider your pets, if you have any? I fucking ADORE my pets. They're my goddamn children and I will hear no arguments about it. I really wish I had more. Do you always flush? ... There are people who don't?????????? Like dude it is THE MOST common decency to flush a fuckin toilet after you use it. Have you ever swam in an actual LAKE? Yep yep. There was one that we went to pretty far away while visiting friends that was SO CLEAR and it was absolutely magical to swim in. It was cool, the little fish near the bank were so chill and unbothered, too. I'd absolutely love to go back. Do you have a friend called Nadine? No, but I love that name. Do you like America’s Next Top Model? Omg I remember WAY back when when my mom and I were actually into this show together and would watch it. That was way back when I was a teen, though. I kinda lost all respect for the show when I learned about them using tarantulas as props one season, I'm talking about on their faces and all. DO NOT fucking do that. One, the urticating hairs will fuck up your face and its orifices. More importantly though, that is a MASSIVE falling hazard and a tarantula's abdomen would 100% rupture from that high up if it did. And there's no fixing that. I fucking hate when people lose respect for animals in the name of fashion or whatever. What type is your antivirus? Norton. If you were given a chance, would you like to have a different life? I think if I was really presented with the option, I'd ultimately decline. What was the best thing you were given? Honestly? My mother. I could have been born to billions of other women and yet I got her, and she's the primary reason I am still alive. What would you want to say to your latest ex-boyfriend/ex-girlfriend? That I only did what I thought was right and that I hope she succeeds in life. Also that I will always cherish what we once - emphasis on once - had. Do you have any phobias? Lots: parasites (especially internal), pregnancy, vomiting/vomit itself, whale sharks and deep water, heights, maggots and similar larvae, driving, some insects, crowds, general social phobias, body horror, etc. I'm scared of a lot, honestly. Did you try to change for a person? Yep. Have you ever done something bad, but you don’t regret it? Yes. Do you like getting hurt? Uh no, masochism ain't for me. Does anyone hate you? She probably does. Name your last ex-boyfriend/ex-girlfriend. Sara. What are the last two songs you listened to? "Ausländer" and "Eifersucht," both by Rammstein. Shocker. If you could punch anyone in the face right now, who would you punch? On god my pacifistic ass would take up the chance to deck my uncle in the fuckin jaw. Filthy fuckin slug of a human being. Would you date/hook up with your brother’s best friend? I know literally none of my brothers friends, and even if I did, most likely not. Are you afraid of roller coasters? Yes, very. Do you have a nickname that you don’t enjoy? Ummm I don't think so. Do you know a James? I don't think so. Are you afraid of worms? Eh, I guess kinda? Parasitic worms fucking terrify me, but your average earthworm is mostly whatever. Those giant ones though creep me out. I also don't really like touching any. Do you wear rings on your thumb? I used to on my left hand, but I haven't since I cut Sara out of my life. I took my friendship ring with her off. Do you like BBQ sauce? I hate it. Have you ever been caught cheating on a test? No, because I never cheated on those. How many Spencers do you know? One. I used to take pictures of his family a lot. Do you see more of your mom's or dad’s side of the family more? Mom's. I've seen Dad's family like... once in my whole life. Do alligators scare you? No, I love crocodilians. I mean I'm not gonna go near one or tease it or anything, but they don't scare me. I think they're incredible. Have you ever seen a tadpole? I've seen literally thousands upon thousands. My sister, childhood friend, and I actually saved a shitload in a ditch when it was drying up. I COULD NOT FUCKING BELIEVE how many eggs there were, like we didn't even make a dent in the population of that mass. I also used to like catching them on the banks of rivers when I'd go fishing as a kid, usually with just my hands. Don't terrorize local wildlife please, ha ha. Did you ever want a pet rabbit? I sure did; I was crazy about lop-eared rabbits for a while and very nearly got one years ago. I wouldn't get one now, though; it's not the kind of pet I do best taking care of. When was the last time you spoke in front of a large group of people? A LARGE group, uhhhh probably not since I did my senior project presentation in high school. I visited the special ed class to teach them about snakes and their misconceptions versus the reality of them. I was a nervous fucking wreck but honestly did pretty well, and I deeply cherish the memory and how into it the kids were, especially this one darling boy. When you were a kid did you ever look up “sex” in the dictionary? No, actually. I never knew what it was 'til sex ed in the 5th grade and know I didn't care enough to search it in the dictionary after... Honestly, have you ever said a racist joke? I know I haven't because I would have been disgusted in myself. Those aren't funny, and you just don't perpetuate shit like that. Have you ever fallen asleep with the last person you kissed? Yeah, many times. Have you ever kissed underwater? I'm pretty sure I have before. Did your mother change her maiden name when/if she got marred? She did. Do you use Tik Tok? No. What decorations do you have in your bathroom? We only have like three little plants on the sink. What was the last thing you cooked in an oven? I don't really touch the oven, it scares me. What year was your favourite band formed? Ozzy went solo in 1979, and Rammstein formed in 1994. Outside of blood family, who was the last person you hugged? My boyfriend. ^Any idea what that person is doing at this moment? I can tell via the Battle.net app that he's playing the WotLK Classic version of World of Warcraft. He's gotten into that version since that's when he started playing the game way back in the day and it's got him nostalgic, ha ha. Has anyone ever done a sketch or painting of you? I don't think so. Would you rather go to Greece or Hawaii? Greece. Do you believe in the concept of global warming? No shit I do. I know how to observe cause and effect. When was the last time you took a picture of something and was it yourself? I took some photos of a crape myrtle branch in my backyard about a week ago. What would you consider your favorite movie of all-time? The Lion King. Does it bother you when you wear the same thing as someone else? Not at all, no. Are any of your neighbors’ yards in desperate need of a grass cutting? No, pretty much everyone's looks the same. Do you still have your tonsils? Yes. Is there anything you hate about going on vacation? I get VERY stressed out packing. Does more than one person like you? Not that I know of. Could you ever be friends with somebody who was homophobic? No. Absolutely never again. Are you someone who enjoys stand-up comedy? Yeah. If someone offered you an all-expenses paid trip to one European country, where would you go and why? Germany, because I love the language, the culture, I'd like to try some foods, etc. Jello or pudding? Chocolate pudding. I haven't had jello in a long time, but I used to like some; nowadays though I kind of feel like the texture might bother me. Have you ever taken sleeping pills? Yes, but they don't really work for me. Do you think French kissing is gross? I mean, from a hygienic perspective, I don't think a valid argument against that is possible. However, let's just be real here, there are WAY grosser things you could do, and besides, by simply existing we're constantly fighting germs so whatever. Can your significant other/crush cook? Two things, ha ha. He's got me beat, though. What was you dream job when you were a little kid? What happened to that dream? Paleontologist; I'm unwilling to travel so much and I also can't tolerate the heat. What types of magazines do you read? I don't really willingly read any, but if I'm like sitting in a waiting room with magazines to pick from, I'll pick ones that deal with animals and nature. What was the last video game that you played? Girt and I started Heavy Rain a few days ago. What genre of video games do you enjoy the most? Horror. Are you a slut? I'm quite the opposite. Do you find piercings attractive? Usually, yes. What's your favorite number? I don't have a strong connection to any number, but ig if I had to pick it'd be 666 just because it genuinely does humor the hell outta me how a number can offend religious folk lmao. Do you ever hate yourself? Always. Have you ever had a crush on someone of the same gender as you? I know with certainty I've had a crush on three different women, each to varying degrees. Who’s the last person to see you in your underwear? My mom. What are your plans for tomorrow? Spend the day with Girt; it'll be our anniversary. We don't have any extravagant plans, just gonna chill at the house I think. What are you currently listening to? I'm watching Super Best Friends Play do a LP of God of War. Last thing to make you smile? Oh my FUCKING god I was losing my absolute mind watching Game Grumps play this AWWWWWWWWWWWFUL animal-based soccer-playing game last night. I can't remember what it was called, but oh my god the voice acting and animation are HYSTERICAL. The boys were going absolutely berserk laughing too, and Arin's cackle ALWAYS makes me laugh too. I was literally in tears trying to stifle my laughter to not wake Mom up, ha ha. Do you live with your mom and dad? Just my mom; my parents divorced when I was a teenager. [TW: SUICIDE] Have you ever written or received a suicide note? Ugh, I've written one and fucking hate admitting it and knowing it ever existed. Do you have the same color hair as your siblings? My immediate sisters, yes. Maybe my brother, but I'm actually unsure since his head is almost entirely shaven. Katie and Misty have black hair. I don't know about Tiffany. Do you have the same color eyes as your siblings? No, except I think my half-brother. Pretty sure his eyes are a light blue.

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100 Followers Special

(And how to participate) you don't need to be a follower to vote ack

~yostresswritinggirl

Hello AGAIN, with your back to back followers special! Exiled here, very tired, as I just closed the requests box for our 50 followers special. I asked for some recommendations and no one helped me so this is what I came up with!

Granted, it's nothing that special, I literally just dumped my notes into this so—

Please make sure to follow the guidelines and read this thoroughly to properly participate!

1. You will be given a long list of fic prompts specific to a character that I've come up with for weeks on end, please don't steal, as I will remove them after this event is done!

2. Voting! You now have the power to influence my writing schedule haha- what you need to do: is to pick three prompts from the list and send it to me; either through reblog tag, a reply, or in my ask box (not anon so we can count fairly, will not publish these answers tho so worry not)! Not in messages tho! It should be in this format:

1. Character - prompt or prompt title

2. Character - prompt or prompt title

3. Character - prompt or prompt title

example:

1. Albedo - Citrinitas

2. Zhongli - Braid

3. Xingqui - Author!Reader

The top three most voted prompt and character will be the next fics I'll publish after I'm done with the current reqs. Speaking of: Voting ends when I finish the current reqs. You'll know it's done once the counter in my blog desc reaches 12/12.

3. In addition to the three prompts, you also get to add your own prompt to it! My prompts list does not include ALL the characters that's why I wanted to give you this option too! Add a fourth number and specify a character, a prompt/idea, and the format of the fic! Format it this way:

4. Character - Prompt/Idea (Format)

4. Kaeya - What's under that eyepatch? (Scenario)

After I pooled the answers, I'll randomly pick between the bonus answers and write them last! So give it your best shot!

4. Tags-list! I thought this would be necessary for this kind of a whim special, so if you wanna be tagged, just put Tag Me! at the end of your vote. Please make sure that you're actually able to be tagged because I just tried and some users are not in my orbit huhu, look here

5. If a pocket watch/series prompt gets chosen, I will only post the first chapter, not the whole damn fic pls. Have mercy,,,

I will post a counter of the top three in my blog description and will be updated as frequently as possible. Any questions, please direct to this post or my dms <3

Without further ado, here is your choice list!

Xingqui - "My liege, would you care to accompany me on my reading break? I've picked up a romance novel and it reminded me of us."

-> Author!Reader: You met Xingqui at Wanwen Bookhouse when delivering a batch of your newly-published book. But as a ghost writer, no one knew it was you that authored such books. Safe to say it was cute watching the noble bookworm fanboy about you in front of you. [FLUFF] [FIC]

-> Headcanons with a reader older than Xingqui who's a close family friend of the Feiyun Commerce Guild. Fascinated after meeting you in a party, the noble boy aspires to become the best man for you despite the difference, promising to be the best suitable partner for you in the future. [FLUFF] [HEADCANON SCENARIO]

Childe - "Hey there, comrade! What a coincidence that we had a break at the same time, care to accompany me for a walk? I promise I won’t lead you to a fight haha... hey, don’t look at me like that!”

-> Antinomy -  The 10th Harbinger (You) and the little shit they had to mentor (Childe), this fic enumerates the trials of the 11th before he became a Harbinger under your care. From strangers to mentor to friends to love- Childe made a grave mistake, now you’re once again strangers. [FLANGST] [ONESHOT]

Albedo - "Ah, it's you. I've heard of fleeting rumors that you've been pestering a certain someone just to see me. Next time, just come directly to me, I wouldn't mind the assertiveness."

-> Refer to these three as well: Albedo Fic Ideas [FLUFF/FLANGST/FLANGST] [ONESHOT/ONESHOT/SERIES]

-> “You’re Enough”: A year into being the new Chief Alchemist of Mond, Albedo finds himself holed up in his room in the dead of night, haunted as he continuously comes out empty on his research to bring his master back, feeling inadequate. So you reminded him of what he’s capable of. [FLUFF?] [ONESHOT INSPIRED BY You Are Enough - Sleeping At Last]

-> Under the Artificial Sky: Michaelangelo Scenario focused on Albedo’s sketching aspect. Grand Master Varka and Acting Grand Master Jean figured Albedo needed a break and a change of scenery, and sent him off under the guise of a commission in Liyue. What he didn’t expect was another artist from Fontaine accompanying him in this big project.(Albedo and Reader are tasked to paint the new Jade Chamber within 7 days) [FLUFF] [SERIES - 7 CHAPTERS]

-> Albedo SMUT: I had this idea while laying wide awake at 3 AM. The alchemist had been trying all remedies to shake off the stress and fatigue in his system and they all seemed to fail, no amount of sketching or discoveries can pull him away from it. So when you offered a solution he hasn’t heard, he’d jump at it immediately. “You know, some people say having intercourse with someone is a good stress-reliever.” “Intercourse? If it’s true, then please, I wish to have intercourse with you.” “Wha- wait Albedo, do you not know what that is? It’s only done between lovers!” “Convenient, I love you, anything else?” (Two virgin dumbasses do the thing to relieve stress) [SMUT] [ONESHOT]

Xiao - “I’ve taken care of every threat around this area, you can relax now, I made sure of that.”

-> What is it with you and Qingxin flowers? The Traveler had once heard of Xiao’s affinity for Qingxin flowers, and they’re flying companion boldly asked this lingering question to the adepti himself. His pupils dilate and sharpen before Paimon could finish her sentence. (An origin story about his favorite flower, and his favorite person) [SLIGHT FLANGST] [ONESHOT]

-> Just how harmful is adeptal energy to normal humans? You both found out in the worst way possible: silently, deadly. (Slight spoiler: you fucking die) [ANGST] [ONESHOT]

-> Nightmares Taste Horrible: He’s seen that look in your eyes and the ancient soul within it; you’ve lived long ago, and the only thing your soul carried now was the nightmares of a macabre timeline. Was it him or was it demons that brought you that fear? No matter, he’ll protect you even from yourself. (eating the nightmare of a dead soul reincarnated to you) [FLANGST?] [ONESHOT]

-> Go for the throat: The seal that marked you had made it all too late for him to remedy. Bleeding eyes, growing fangs, it’s just another demon to vanquish just like he’s done for centuries. What makes it different was it was sealed in you. (Inspired from Melanie Martinez’s song uhu) [ANGST] [ONESHOT]

Zhongli - “Mortals are capable creatures that evolve and adapt for means of survival, but they advance in ways that changes the world around them. This retirement, may be harder to me than it is to them.”

 -> “In human history, there’s a certain noble and powerful connotation to rulers who braid their hair.” Convince to braid his hair using some historical braid trivia; that long hair behind his back should not be ignored for any longer. [PURE FLUFF] [DRABBLE]

-> History has its eyes on you: A traveling theatre hailing from the land of entertainment finds its way to Liyue for their last caravan. A certain Geo Vision man seems to resonate with your newest script: fighting and protecting your land, building up its nation, before being forced to let go of it. He resonates maybe a little too much. (Musical!Reader with heavy references to Hamilton hehe) [FLUFF] [ONESHOT]

Venti - "Can you hear the symphonies of the wind as it sings to you? That's me, guiding you and protecting you! Whenever you hear it, know that you're safe and sound under my protection!"

-> the one the bard once loved: like actual bard, you are the archer or smth, loved by Venti and Barbatos. Yandere!Barbatos undertones, very unhealthy relationship. This hurts the kokoro. [PURE ANGST] [ONESHOT]

-> The Caravan: (related to the Zhongli and Musical!Reader up there) Your caravan stops at Mondstadt for a whole week before it reaches its final destination. This new fanfare pulled in a peculiar bard who now wants to tag along for the fun of it. "I have no more responsibilities in this free land!" Just what kind of responsibilities does a broke bard have in the first place? [FLUFF] [ONESHOT/HEADCANON]

Diluc - "You look weary, and you still managed to pull yourself here. Here, a fresh and cold glass, on the house. A relieved smile should be enough payment."

-> Abandoned by The Altar: A timeline oriented story focused on your once perfect childhood relationship as Diluc's bride to be, soon becoming estranged after the death of his father and his neglect. You only wish now that he looks at you the same way he did when you heard you were supposed to be together forever when you were young. [FLANFF] (The ending gets better pls; Inspired by Still Into You - Paramore) [ONESHOT]

-> There are No Laws Against Homelessness in Mondstadt: My favorite title out of all of this ahahhaa- who says adventurers can't be broke? You're the living embodiment of that. (Good boi Diluc with a broke ass reader) [FLUFF] (Warning: homelessness) [ONESHOT]

Scaramouche - "Let's go already, the sun is setting and we're nowhere near our destination. If you wanted to linger just to spend more time with me, I would have indulged you behind closed doors anyways."

-> Scaramouche Finally Does the Fandango: Have you ever wondered how Scaramouche is like working with other people? His first assignment was to accompany you in your main region and he sees you in your natural habitat, entranced. [I dunno how to tag this, NORMAL?] [ONESHOT/SHORT]

-> Skincare bitch, how I headcanon Scaramouche as someone actually conscious and always tending to their skin. Look at that smooth skin, cute cheeks, let me pinch, eyeliner glory— In which case, that hat has more purpose than being a frisbee. (May or may not include reader. (based from a reblog convo with chels-void) [GOOD VIBES] [HEADCANONS]

-> Once Supreme: Before Scaramouche, there was someone else higher than him. Before Balladeer there was just a young man fighting for his beliefs and her Majesty. Before Mondstadt, his smile wasn't just for deception. "Someday, someone would take advantage of that smile, Scaramouche. It's not appropriate in this work environment." The day you break a man. (Harbinger!Reader again, and lots of HCs for Scaramouche, same format as Antinomy) [I also do not know how to call this, eventual ANGST] [ONESHOT]

Kaeya - "What are you doing out here in the dead of night? Citizens like you should be cozied up in bed and leaving the patrols to us Knights. Come, I'll accompany you back home."

-> Honey Whiskey: A mysterious band of dancers from Sumeru visits Mondstadt and its taverns to offer a night of alluring dances. What was supposed to be a night of drinking for Kaeya and his troops ended up becoming a tipsy surprise mission when the main dancer steps down from the stage— and ignores him?! How scandalous! (Slightly suggestive themes/You're a bad guy) [COOL?] [ONESHOT] [slightly inspired by song with the same name]

General:

-> A Musical!Reader but with a scenario with every other character, most probably headcanons master post.

-> Genshin Food prompts: From that one post, I ended up making a whole storyline of oneshots related to their special dishes. Oneshots connected to a bigger picture. By impulse you've ended up leaving your normal life behind to pursue your cooking career, starting from Mondstadt, to learn all the cuisines to establish the first ever international restaurant. With the implications of magic and peculiar customers, your simple dream turns into a harder goal. [GOOD SHIT] [SERIES] [CANON-COMPLIANT]

-> God of Time!Reader that hails from Fontaine. Do you wish to know more about their origins and their purpose in this world? [CANON-COMPLIANT] [HEADCANONS] (General since it deals with all the characters/interactions)

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Hockey AU

Hi! I wrote an AU... that's not really an AU. Just a bunch of things and scenarios I think would happen in the future for Lumity revolving around one central idea:

Amity in a hockey jersey. (The Feral Brain though that started it all)

Sooooooooooo. Here we go. This first post is mostly about the Hockey Portion of the AU but like I said, it's ended up being alot of different scenarios. It is equally a (short term) future AU as it is a sport AU. I do eventually plan on making all of this into a chapter by chapter fic on Ao3, but if this gets some good reception I'll keep posting updates on here. I've already got multiple scenarios summarized and 4 fully written chapters.

ok but enough of that. Here goes:

Facts and World Building:

- This is about a year and half after the events of the show. (The girls be about 15-16)

- These girls are just dating. There's no drama. They are incredibly happy together. Which they deserve.

- Amity and Luz are living in the human world with Camilla.

- They spend weekends with Eda at the palace.

- Lilith and Eda are currently trying to restructure the entire Boiling Isles coven system. They have overthrown and taken down Belos and the Clawethorn sisters were named to lead in his stead. To the majority of The Owl Fam's surprise.

- Luz and Amity help them in their free time going around and helping everyone adjust and heal from the tyrants rule.

- The portal remains in the castle under protection. The Owl Fam and friends of The Owl Fam are welcome to use it, but any others must go through Luz. (Eda's decree)

- They attend Hexside during the day and homeschool themselves on human subjects before they go to bed.

Hockey Overview:

- Firstly. Amity's team is called the Otter's. She specifically chose that team because she knew the name would make Luz happy.

- Secondly. The entire team adores Luz. She's at almost every practice and is there for every game. So although she's useless on the ice, she is just considered a member of the team.

- Thirdly. Amity is extremely careful to stay within the rules of the game, but she doesn't hold back. Her role on the team is mostly defense. Her job (which she mostly assigned herself) is to keep the path clear for her teammate with the puck. If that means absolutely bodying anyone who comes near, then she does just that. (I mean, let's be honest she played heavy support in the grudgeby match we saw her participate in.) Amity has to really struggle with keeping her competitive/perfectionist side under control and not wrestling the puck away from the strikers every chance she sees an opening that others don't. It's a left over from her time playing Grudgeby.

- Fourthly and most importantly: Amity has tried to teach Luz to skate. Many times. Luz cannot skate. Luz cannot even operate on ice. If she is on the ice, she is clinging to Amity.

Summary/Timeline Thingy (under a read more cut because... oh my god I have a problem):

At first when Luz starts going (purely because she wants to support Amity), she's pretty silent. Just working on either school work, her glyphs or making a meal plan for both Eda and her mother because both are too busy/crazy to seem to take care of themselves. The team doesn't mind, and finds it pretty sweet actually. Especially when Luz will randomly look up and compliment one of them on a shot. Or how the girl seems to just stop mid-work to stare transfixed as the new blood is practicing.

Now that's just cute. Nobody can deny that.

Or that the newbie completely changes demeanor from stone cold and calculating to absolutely flustered and soft as soon as her girlfriend slides clumsily onto the ice to greet her at breaks and after practice.

Also. Cute.

All that slowly changes though because Luz is like... SUPER excited about Amity being on a sports team. Especially Hockey. She stays mostly quiet during practice because this is Amity's thing and she wants to respect that, but as soon as they get off the rink together Luz is excitedly discussing new plays and strategies or the best ways to hit the other players so they stay down longer. It's Amity's favorite way to wind down after practice. She's usually too tired to keep up with Luz's energy but she listens and relaxes into just how excited her girlfriend is.

Amity always takes into account her girlfriend's post practice discussions and will often put them into play at the next practice or game. It's extremely noticeable. Despite being new to the sport, and frankly seemingly still surprised by alot of "normal" customs and rules, Amity is getting really good. Not only is she skilled and strong but she's also catching on to strategies and plays that even the coach doesn't seem to always get. (Rec league because official coaches and team games sound boring honestly)

She starts to get approached by her teammates, asking her for advice or tips. While she can answer some of them, she normally just yells up at Luz (sitting on the bleachers) out of nowhere asking for her opinon, to which Luz somehow always has an immediate response prepared. Most often not even looking up from whatever she was doing to answer it.

Whenever someone asks her about they know so much about sports. Amity usually shrugs and just replies, "We're a team." Sometimes with a quip about how Luz makes them watch too many movies or something about Azura. That's when the team starts approaching Luz equally about stuff, and insist she start sitting on the sidelines with the team rather then the bleachers. Whenever they ask Luz why her and Amity know so much, Luz just gets a huge shit eating grin and waves her hands in front of her face as she says: "It's magic~".

Since keeping Amity's witchiness a secret is one of their biggest priorities, this always makes Amity really nervous. Not to mention she knows Luz is also referring to their relationship as magic which makes her get immediately flustered as well.

Its a win-win for Noceda. She gets to have fun with a secret only they know, and gush about Amity at the same time.

Soon enough, while Luz never actually goes out onto the ice, she's just a part of the team. Amity gets voted team captain, much to the current team captain's relief and while Amity keeps a monitor as to how her team is doing on the ice, Luz keeps a monitor as to how their plays are doing from the sidelines. They work together to switch members out at perfect moments and the Otter's go from a very basic team to being one of the top teams of the area.

Random Facts (read: I have no category for this stuff but it's important):

- Luz will often steal Amity's jersey, because its really baggy and comfortable and because it's Amity's. Amity has a STRUGGLE every time it happens. 1. It's way too cute. And 2. "Luz, I need that." "You going to come and take it Blight?"

- Regardless of how bad she is on the ice, Luz is really good with the hockey stick and surprisingly accurate with her shots. Her and Amity will often practice together in a field, and, when they're sure no one's watching/visiting Eda, they'll add their own magical twist to the game and have a 1v1 witches hockey duel.

- Luz loves it when Amity checks the shit out of players on the ice. She is one of THOSE hockey fans. And her girlfriend is brutal.

- King and Amity have a really good relationship in Hockey AU. They are both vent buddies. While Amity is in much healthier place and doesn't put as much pressure on herself anymore, she still gets easily frustrated. King, being the little dude he is, is also easily frustrated. Every week they get together for a vent session in which they chill out and watch a stupid movie in the background and complain about it to get the night going. It always ends up that they pause the movie before it's over because they're too busy going off about other things bothering them.

- Lilith and Eda share mentoring roles for both girls. It's not an, Eda for purely Luz and Lilith for purely Amity situation.

- Camilla is incredibly proud of her two girls and is incredibly supportive as well... but she can no longer go to any games or practices. The first time Amity got hard checked by an opposing player during a game, Camilla nearly stopped the entire match demanding she go down and look her over and make sure she didn't have any injuries. When Luz and Amity approached her that night, after she was asked to leave the game, she was grateful for the excuse. "You know I love and support you both, but I cannot watch... that. With good conscious. You'll just have to make sure you come to me if you're actually hurt. Ok?" She'll still come to Amity's big games, despite her anxiety.

- Amity has a scar from an injury she received in her first season's Semi-Final game. (I have ALOT of notes on this... it is one of the 'scenarios' I listed at the top.)

[thewritingginger]

Can I request 6 and 18 for the holiday prompts, with a male MC in a poly relationship with Shingen and Kenshin? Maybe have Kenshin dress up as a bunny (I saw a really funny post about that once). Go wild, and please, if you don’t want to do poly, then either or is fine, and same with the prompts! Thank you for opening up prompts!

Wow! OK! this took a hOt minute to make but boy was it fun. 

This is actually 2 firsts for me, my first time writing a poly relationship & with a male reader so thank you Lovely Anon ! :3

You said to “go wild” and wild I went I probably could’ve gone crazier lol

Also I personally thought for this prompt the Kenshin bunny costume didn’t fit sorry >.< BUT I will say that a Kenshin in a bunny costume could be a fun idea for another time (if thats something you’d like please tell me and whether its also with a male reader too)

Enjoy ~

Prompt: Naughty #18: “These cookies look delicious but . . . you look better.��� Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku Pairing: Shingen x M! Reader x Kenshin Word Count: 3,942 words Warning(s): 18+ NSFW, rougher sex, dirty talk, praise, degrading, Dom & Sub, 

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It’s Friday night and is nearing 7 o’clock which is around the time that Shingen and Kenshin come home from work. Since it’s the weekend you usually have a few drinks together at the end of the night but you wanted to change it up just a bit. So you made dinner as you normally do but thought it'd be nice to also bake some treats as a little surprise. Not only because you know Shingen likes his fair share of sweet treats but also because the holiday season is upon us and there is nothing like cuddling up by the fire with some treats and cocoa or a cocktail with your two favorite people.

With dinner sitting in the oven to keep warm, as you are frosting the festively cut sugar cookies you hear muffled voices behind the door, keys jiggle in the lock till the door behind you opens welcoming your lovers from a long day at work.

“We’re home.” Shingen says.

“How was work?” You ask. Both men took off their shoes and stripped themselves of their jackets and other winter apparel.

“Tiring.” Kenshin says flatley as he walks into the kitchen to pour himself a glass of sake. Chuckling a bit Shingen adds

“We had to endure a few meetings and you know how well Kenshin deals with other people.” You laugh at the comment and you hear a quick tsk from the silver haired man. Dropping the keys on the little entry table Shingen grins seeing you working away in the kitchen.

“What's got you so busy over here, my Prince?” He asks. His sweet words paint a smile on your face. Enveloping you in a hug from behind resting his chin on your shoulder he gazes down at your little cookie decorating station. Parchment paper laid out, little ceramic dishes with an assortment of sprinkles and two bowls of blue and white frosting.

“I’m decorating the cookies I baked earlier. I thought after dinner we could build the fire and enjoy some while watching a movie or something.” You say. Listening to your sweet ideas warms the tall man's heart.

“Hmmm.” Shingen’s chest rumbles against your back. His strong arms firmly wrapped around your waist. Burying his nose into your neck breathing in your scent, leaving behind feather light kisses that send shivers down your spine.

“You know Y/n you’re truly too good for us.” He says, making you giggle. Before you can argue his statement he continues.

“I mean all day we are at work and to be able to come back to a home cooked meal is unmatched.” Placing kisses on your shoulder he begins to undo the tie on the back of your apron. “I just want you to know that your efforts never go unnoticed by us.” He says, his breath tickling your ear. His gentle touches make your eyes close, losing yourself in his hands. Hands that were once caressing and squeezing your hips making your breath hitch, turn you around. Pressed up against the counter, gazing into those sultry grey eyes, your lips slightly parted in anticipation.

“I just have to say, my sweet, these cookies look delicious but...” He pauses, licking his lower lip, looking you up and down. “You look better.~” His words laced with lust makes your head feel light at the thought of what those words could entail.

Without another word he captures your lips in a kiss. A kiss of burning passion. Fingers curled in your locks and pulling you near. You feel your cheeks grow flush from the heat that begins to spread within you. Pulling away, breathless. Hungry for more of his touch. Taking your hand leading you out of the kitchen into the living room where Kenshin waits,  with your baking long forgotten. Sprawled in the end corner of the sectional, legs crossed, arms resting on the back, with sake cup in hand as one of his long fingers melodically taps the brim. A fox like stare fixed on you, his confident aura affects you much like Shingen’s sensualness. But instead of light touches and passionate words, Kenshin's seductive powers come from his pride and his ego. He draws you in purley with just a look of arrogance, because he knows he can have you anyway he wants at that moment, having you beg for more.

Sitting you on the couch, one on either side of you. Shingen directs your eyes to him with a pull of his finger under your chin. “Tell me Y/n will you allow us to show you our gratitude for all you do for us?” He asks. A sweet smile across his lips. Caressing your cheek you shudder. Your breath catches in your throat, unable to give a verbal response you nod your head doe-eyed. “Great.” He says with a cheeky grin, pulling your chin up to kiss him.

Your senses begin to fill with the feeling of Shingen’s strong hands roaming your body and the taste of his mouth on your tongue. Growing tired of watching, Kenshin reaches forward, stealing you from the brunette's grasp.

Your tongues dancing together in a battle of dominance. Keshin wins obviously. Overpowering you with his grip in your hair and nips of his lips on yours. Feeling drunk from his hold on you, unsure if it’s due to his dominant energy or the sake on his tongue. Pulling your head back by your hair he begins to assault your neck. Leaving tiny red and purple marks across your once pristine neck. Whilst Kenshin was feasting on your lips and neck, Shingen was beside you unbuttoning your shirt and cressing your whole body. dragging his fingertips over your exposed chest and stomach making you tremmer. Stripping you of your shirt, he kisses your bare shoulder, whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

“I love the way you shudder under our touch. Seeing you being ravished beside me is a sight to behold.” He says in a low hum as he begins to palm your growing excitement through your pants. “Kenshin I believe our Y/n seems ready for more. What do you say?” He asks. Kenshin pulls back, both men looking at you as you nod your head in agreement.

“Do you want to watch us undress for you or would you like to undress us yourself?” Kenshin asks you, his mismatched eyes boring into you. Feeling flustered by the situation you try to gather your thoughts.

“You can do it.” You say, your words come out a bit shaky.

“If a show is what he wants, then a show he shall have.” Shingen says playfully as he stands up.

Standing before you, the two men begin to kiss as they make work of each other's shirts. Their bare chests, both lean and sharp -as if they were carved from stone - on display for you. The view of them fondling and kissing each other in front of you makes your pants tighter than before. Sinking to his knees, Shingen slides off Kenshin’s belt and begins to pull down his trousers. Looking up at the white haired man through his lashes he places a trail of kisses from his belly button down to the waistband of his boxer-briefs. Slowly pulling them down, springing his erect member free from it’s cloth prison, Kenshin emits a soft sigh from the relief. Combing his hand through Shingen’s hair, guiding him to take in his length. Shingen’s hand wrapped around the base, he opens his mouth invitingly.

Sheathing his penis in Shingen’s mouth Kenshin begins to slowly pump into him.

Pushing his hair back with his free hand Kenshin looks over at you. Eyes locked. Enjoying your eyes on him during this scandalous act fueling his voyeuristic desires.

“Take off your pants.” He commands. His eyes not leaving yours.

You obey.

Your fingers fumble with your belt buckle and button. Unzipping your jeans you slide out of them, sitting in just your underwear.

“Your boxers too.” He commands agan. Each word has more power behind it. Doing as you were told leaving you with nowhere to hide. Kenshin hums to himself, satisfied with your obedience. “Touch yourself.” He says, embarrassed by his request you hesitate before you take yourself in your hand and begin to make slow strokes up and down your shaft. With each passing minute of watching your lovers, your pace slightly increases.

The room fills with sounds of gagging and moans. Every so often you hear a whispered curse or string of praise come from Kenshin. “Fuck, that feels good.” Not wanting you to get too far he stops you. “That’s enough.” His powerful words command your body to halt. Shingen detaches from Kenshin gasping. Looking at each other, communicating with just their eyes Shingen nods his head once.

Turning to your flushed form. Your chest rising and falling rapidly with excitement, calming down from your touch. Kenshin retake his spot in the corner of the couch -relaxed, legs wide- facing you and his counterpart. Running his palms up and down your thighs Shingen gives you that cocky grin you love.

“Look at you getting yourself all worked up.” His tone teasing. Wrapping his fingers around your girth you breath in through your teeth from the sudden contact. “To think this night was supposed to be about you and I just left you to yourself.”

His hand pumping your length is making it hard to understand what he is saying. “How about we change that?” He asks, in response you let out a half choked ‘uh-huh’.

Closing your eyes trying to collect yourself you feel warmth envelope your member, letting out a moan you throw your head back. Bobbing his head up and down, Shingen begins to massage your balls in his palm.

Looking down you see those stormy eyes staring right at you. Not wanting to miss a moment of your pleasure Shingen keeps his gaze glued to you.

Looking over to Kenshin you see him stroking himself at the sight of you two. You admire how his fist makes work of his erection. The way he twists his wrist at the head every few strokes makes you lick your lips unconsciously.  

Releasing you with a soft pop, continuing to jerk you off, Shingen grabs your attention. “Do you feel good baby boy?” He asks. Drawing a red hot line with his tongue up your shaft. Rubbing the head of your cock he takes your balls in his mouth. The feeling of his hand and tongue pulls more mewls from your throat. Not knowing if you can take much more, Shingen pulls you forward by your hips, pushing your knees towards your chest. Looking down at you as he runs his tongue over your entrance. The sensation makes you weaker than before. Still stroking you he licks you up and down. Reviling in your taste and how your fingers pull at his locks. The slight sting stoking the fire within him.

“Gotta make sure I get you nice and ready to take my cock. Would you like that baby?” He asks, you respond with a desperate “Yes.”

With that he stops stroking you, making you whine a bit but soon your whines are replaced with moans once he spits on your hole and inserts a spit covered finger. Slowly stretching you out, moving his digit in and out over and over till he adds another and all over again till he has three fingers driving into your ass. You’re practically begging him to fuck you at this point. Nothing but pleads and moans leave your lips. Bending to your wants and desires Shingen retracts his fingers and stands up to take off his pants. Stopping his hands you look up at him, “Let me make you feel good too.” You say breathlessly. Smiling Shingen caresses your cheek and trades you places.

Now between his legs, his member in hand, you swallow the spit in your mouth, readying yourself before you lick the head of his penis and take it in. The warmth of your mouth makes him say your name like a whispered prayer.

Caressing your face with his hands, admiring your movements. “Oh wow Y/n you're so talented with your mouth. Ah just like that.” Praises flow out of his mouth. Looking over to Kenshin he chuckles a bit. “You feel left out yet Ken?” He asks, Kenshin responds with a simple “No, I'm quite enjoying my view.” His hand, still stroking his length, as his other hand is occupied wandering over his chest, thighs and balls.

Continuing your efforts to please Shingen you slightly gag on his length when you try to take it all in.

Growing bored of the repetitiveness Kenshin takes one more sip of his drink as he gets up and walks over to you and brings you to your feet. Facing him he grabs your chin pulling you in for a kiss. Pulling away his eyes are fiendish, “I think this little bitch is ready to be fucked.” He says to the man sitting behind you, eyes still on you. His words make you gulp. “Would you like that?” He asks. You respond with a shy ‘uh-huh.’

“I thought so.” He says with a sadistic smile. Releasing your face from his grip he sits on the coffee table in front of you, reclined back on his hands, his manhood standing proudly with precum glistening on the tip. “Sit on his cock and ride.” he orders.

You nod your head, making Shingen smirk as he sits forward, reaching over to the side table where there is a small bottle of lube ready for use. Squirting a bit on the head of his member, jerking himself a few times to coat it. He then runs his hands up your sides then trails them down to rest on your hips, guiding you onto his lap. One hand on your waist and the other rubbing himself on your hole.

All the sensations and the position you’re in was enough to make you bust in that moment. But trying to hold yourself together you take a deep breath as you feel yourself slowly being stretched out by Shingen. He pulls you down till you’re fully planted on his lap. He waits for you to adjust to his size, “Oh baby boy, your little asshole feels so good around my cock.” he moans in your ear.

With your hands on your knees to support yourself, you begin to rock your hips slowly back and forth on his member. Breathy groans leave your lips. Looking up at Kenshin, hoping you’re pleasing him.

Shingen’s chin resting on your shoulder peering over to look at the other man. “We have such a good boy don’t we Ken?” He asks, running his hands up your chest. “So obedient and fun to play with.” He continues, as he lightly rolls your nipples in between his fingertips making you whimper in pained-pleasure.

“Yes he is.” Kenshin says. Leaning forward, nose to nose with you. He asks, “Since you’re such a good boy you’re gonna continue to do everything I say, right?” You nod your head yes, but that wasn’t good enough for Kenshin.

“I didn’t hear you.” He states. Your mind spins trying to form a single word. Shingen’s hands aiding you in your hips movements don’t help.

You feel so full and with little release. After a moment to think you’re finally able to mumble a shaky “Yes.”

“Yes, what?” He pushes further. Clearly enjoying the frustration in your orbs. Seeing how you struggle to answer makes him want to laugh.

“Yes, Sir.” You say. Kenshin grins devilishly, patting your cheek with his hand. “That’s a good boy.”

Leaning back a bit, elbows resting on his thighs Keshin pulls your chin to direct your gaze back to him. “Don’t take your eyes off me.” He commands. Whimpering, you shake your head. Your senses are so full. With Shingen so deep, his cock stirring your insides and Kenshin’s control over you. Forcing you to focus through the fog in your mind. Unable to do anything but submit to them. Wanting nothing more than to obey their wishes and have them use your body for their pleasure. The ecstasy that comes from rocking your hips back and forth onto the man beneath you is making it increasingly harder to keep your eyes open. Your eyes squint in an attempt to keep them on Kenshin, your jaw is slack, nothing but incoherent gibberish comes spilling out of your mouth. Just when you thought you couldn’t get anymore stimulation, Shingen pumping into your needy hole then begins to stroke your manhood. The sensation was enough to make you through your head back and cry out in pleasure. “Fuck.” You cry. Your hand reaches behind you, pulling Shingen closer as you begin to unravel under his touch. Although that moment was short lived as Kenshin bends over and pulls your head towards him by your hair. The sting from his grasp makes you mewl. Your faces almost touching, your breath intermingling. His eyes, boring into your tear filled ones. “I told you to keep your eyes on me Y/n.” He says. His words coated in venom, sending a shiver down your spin. Standing up before you, your locks still in his hold, grasping his dick and putting it to your lips. “Be a good toy and suck me off.” He says. Opening your mouth he begins to fuck your throat. Staring up at his vicious gaze as he grits his teeth. “Fuck, you look so helpless.” He laughs. “The way you're riding Shingen like a bitch in heat while having my cock down your throat. But you like that don’t you. Having your body being defiled by two men.” His demeaning words tied with his erection invading your throat makes you release a muffled cry.

Tears seeping from your eyes from the pleasure and roughness. Your mind is spinning from being so full as both pump into your holes. Both men make it such an experience, you need both of them. With Shingen’s soft passionateness and Kenshin’s cruel dominance it's a perfect blend of pleasure and pain.

Watching you being face fucked, with his large hands still wondering your body. Playing and manipulating you how he pleases to pull more reactions from your excited body. “My lord you look perfect baby.” Shingen says. His face in your hair, you feel his lips against the crest of your ear as his deep voice rattles your body with praise. “The way you tighten around my cock as you choke on another man’s, is just divine.” He says. Driving you closer and closer to the edge, their words coaxing you to the end of your rope. Your body shaking, knowing you're about to cum Shingen begins to furiously pump your hardness, whispering in your ear. “Come on baby boy I know you’re at your limit. Cum for Daddy, I want you to cum on my cock and coat my hand in your semen. Can you do that for me?” He asks. Your body seizing unable to think or breath you shake your head as best you could.

Pulling himself out of your mouth, finally able to take a full breath of air but soon exhaling it with a guttural moan. Falling back against Shingen’s chest, eyes rolling into the back of your head as your orgasm begins to roll through your body. Currents of electricity shoot through your limbs, feeling everything and numb all at the same time. Spurts of white fluid covering Shingen’s hand that continues to jerk you off as you’re cumming, over stimulating you drawing out your voice. Turning your head he kisses you, groaning against your mouth as he feels the string in him about to snap. Pulling away, both gasping as he begins to pump his hot essence into yours used hole.

Grabbing your head and pulling you forward pumping his own member in front of you, Kenshin ejaculates onto your face. Opening your mouth you catch some of it on your tongue. His head rolled back in amusement and pleasure Kenshin chuckles once again. “Such a good little slut, clean my cock off with your tongue.” He says. Lidded eyes watching as you triedly lick the remaining drops of his cum on his penis and fingers.

Laying back against the larger man that's slumped to the back of the couch, and Kenshin plops onto the seat next to you both. All three of you sit there for a moment in silence, heaving. Relishing in the afterglow of your fiendish activities. Sitting up slowly Shingen pulls out of you, making you whimper from the loss of fullness, adjusting to the emptiness as you rest in his arms. Curled up your arms wrapped around his neck, breathless and fatigued. His warm hands stroke up and down your back as he places a soft kiss on your head.

“You did so well my love, so amazing.” He praises. Rolling to his side Kenshin cups your cheek, your eye glossed over as you look at him. The white haired man leans over and kisses your cheek. “Are you okay?” He asks. Your throat sore, unable to really say anything you just smile and nod your head. “How about we run you a hot bath to relax and clean you up a bit?” Shingen asks. Holding him a bit tighter you nod your head once again. “Okay, I’ll carry you to the bath then.” He says with a soft chuckle slowly standing up, carrying you bridal style heading to the bathroom.

Sitting in a hot bubble bath your muscles relax, your eyes closed. Enjoying the soft music playing the background as Shingen gently wets your hair with a sponge, humming to the melody in the air. A while later Kenshin opens the door, “I cleaned up the living room and prepared your clean clothes in the bedroom once you’re ready. Take your time.” He says. His voice unlike before had a sweet softness to it. Walking over to you and your shared lover, kneeling at the end of the tub by your feet. “Do you need any more help cleaning up or are you okay?” He asks. His hand runs slowly up and down your calf in the water, as caring eyes await for your response. Shaking your head you give a tired half smile. “No I don’t think so, but I do think I’m ready to get dressed and eat some dinner now.” You say.

Shingen laughs a bit, “Not surprised after what you did, you must have worked up quite an appetite.” He says. Making you laugh a bit embarrassed. “I’ll go get dinner out of the oven.” Shingen says. Leaving the bathroom Kenshin pulls the drain of the tub and helps you out, wrapping you in a towel. Your legs still not used to walking Keshin grabs you as your knees slack a bit. “Hmm, let me help you.” He hums humored, picking you up to take you to the bedroom to help dress you.

Once you’re dressed you’re able to walk by yourself. Making your way to the living room, Shingen had already placed three plates of dinner on the table, each accompanied with a glass of sake.

For the rest of the night you three ate dinner, enjoyed the cookies you made as you cuddled on the large sofa, with you in the middle wrapped in a blanket sipping hot chocolate watching Christmas movies. A perfect way to end off the beginning of a great weekend.

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My Goodness I hope this was ok. 

Feedback would be much appreciated since this is my first x male reader one shot. Altho I feel pretty happy with it I want to make sure that I did my male lovelies justice :3

💛 ~

[themagicalmysticalboy]

PLEASE do that bob&george oneshot there's barely any content for them I love your stuff!!! :D

a/n: in which George and Bob Dylan are v e r y high on acid. this is technically closer to what a shroom high is like as opposed to an acid high but who cares abt semantics, right?

You've Really Got A Hold On Me

The flower pattern on the wall was doubling and tripling into a never-ending spiral, budding and blossoming in the blink of an eye. John joking and making the intimate circle of people laugh brought the wallpaper’s movements to a slow end. George took in a deep breath, grounding himself. Brian was to his right with his knees to his chest. Cynthia fell to his left, cuddled up against John. Leaving George directly in front of his friend.

They all sat around on the floor as the party around them went on. George wasn’t quite sure what John said but the flame of Cynthia’s lighter dancing strangely as she lit a spliff was enough to have him giggling. A wave-like sensation followed and tumbled through his body pleasantly. His fingers were a retreating tide, stretching impossibly long as he fiddled with a tune on the guitar only to come back to normal. He curled and uncurled his toes, feeling them roll like a carpet being put into storage. His whole body could be a rolled-up carpet for all he knew. Wouldn’t that be nice? But then again, carpets can’t hear and George was quite enjoying the music at the moment. Someone was playing a familiar song on the piano but the name of it couldn’t be placed.

Before he really understood his thought process, he was standing and his guitar was propped against a chair.

“Where you off to?” John was looking up at him with half-lidded eyes and a far-away smile.

“Duh know.” George laughed at the realization and let his feet guide him away.

Enough acid, alcohol, and weed had gone around that the party was nearing its peak. Whose party? At whose house? For what occasion? No clue. The important thing was that it felt warm. And not in an uncomfortable way. More like an excited hug from a long-unseen friend. Vibrantly dressed people filled the room and lined the walls. Some melted into the floor while others didn’t even touch it. Music was still going and Paul’s voice belted lyrics with the tune of the piano. He wasn’t visible in the crowd of people but he sure could be heard.

Swiping a drink from a serving table, George strode through the crowd and ascended a set of wildly painted stairs. Two birds sat together, painting a step with a bottle of sparkling nail polish. They didn’t look up as people passed. They only saw each other as they practically sat in one another’s lap. George rather liked when people did that- got lost in each other. He excused himself to pass and moved along.

At the top of the stairs, a couple rushed into a room in a fit of laughter and kissing. The door slammed behind them as George went by. The sound hit every inch of his body like a brick wall and suddenly the fringed lamps were giving off the worst lighting possible. When he tried to breathe he found that the warm hug had turned into a stranglehold. With the chug of his drink, George took swift strides down the hall. Tension rose in his muscles and tendons with each movement and the lights only got brighter and brighter, threatening to blind him. Finally, he opened the very last door at the very end of the hallway.

New energy from the space calmed him almost immediately. The glow of the lights somehow tasted much kinder in there and no one else was occupying the space, save for a tabby cat.

“You mind the intrusion?” He addressed the cat. It responded with a short meow and settled on the couch, unbothered. “Ta.”

The door clicked closed, sealing in the soft vibes. The art studio he found himself in was covered with finished and half-finished work. One piece still sat at the easel with nothing but a messy black background. Paint and drop cloths cluttered the space around the easel and couch. The floor was a beautiful and giant daisy, splattered with freckles of stray paint. George laid himself down on a delicate white pedal and took in the energy of the room. He felt yellow and orange bursting in his chest and behind his eyes.

There was a rhythmic knocking at the door. It echoed and bounced until it was all George could hear. The muffled chatter and music from the party fell away to the knockknock, knockknock, knock. The orange in his chest fell way to blue which melted into yellow seamlessly. He wasn’t very sure how to respond to the knocking, so he didn’t.

The door creaked open, regardless, and George slowly sat up to find a mess of curly hair on top of a small frame. “Bobby,” He greeted with a toothy grin. “You’ve got to ask the cat if you can stay.”

“Oh, man. Really?” Bob smiled, awkwardly removing the cigarette from between his lips though both hands already held drinks. “Well,” he asked the starring tabby, glancing to George as they both tried not to laugh.

The cat hopped from its resting spot and rubbed against Bob’s trousers. He looked to George to see if he had passed.

“Oi, well, now you have to leave. They like you more than me.”

“Apologies to your ego,” He stated as he sat in the center of the daisy and placed one cup in front of George before taking a sip of his own.

“I’ve got a drink, actually.”

“I’m sure yours isn’t water.”

The green vibrations romped around George and he took up the water appreciatively. “I feel romanced.” And he kind of meant it though his tone made it seem more of a jest.

Bob only hummed, placing his cigarette back between his lips. He leaned back on both hands to stare at the ceiling, casting his features into the soft yellow lighting. Both his legs were laid out flat, one foot on either side of George. “It’s loud down there. I couldn’t feel - see - anything right, you know? The noise was a cloud over my eyes.” Smoke poured from between his lips, delicately floating into the air.

“Mmm, suffocating like.” As Bob rose his head up George realized he hadn’t been seeing right either. A radius of color encapsulated him, dancing softly above his skin. It shimmered around him in an impossible display of greens and yellows. He saw nothing like it when he was downstairs. “Blinding too, yeah.”

“You Beatles are hard to find. You, Ringo, and John, at least. If anything, Paul’s hard to lose.”

George rested his elbows on his knees and leaned forward. God. He really hadn’t seen anything before this very moment. “Paul’s good for company ‘til he finds a bird to fly off with or gets bored,” he answered listlessly, lost in the explosion of color and energy before him. “Do you see all the colors?” He had to ask, even if it sounded a little silly out loud. “You’re as good as a rainbow.”

Bob gave a youthful grin and tilted his head. New shades of blue and green and yellow spun out from around him. “Yeah. You look like the sun just as it’s rising.”

The flow of energy between them felt magnetic, compelling George to move closer. Once they both occupied the bright yellow center of the daisy- George’s legs overtop of Bob’s thighs- the pull finally settled.

“You think it’s our auras,” he asked as he rested his hands above Bob’s hips.

“All I know is that I can see all of you.” He said as his eyes flicked between George’s eyes and mouth. “I could taste your favorite song on your lips.”

Though he fought to keep a straight face, his lips defied him and curled into a smile. He bit down on his bottom lip in a vain attempt to gain control but quickly gave up. “You think so?”

Bob nodded ever so slightly and cupped the side of George's face. His calloused fingertip gently rubbed his cheekbone. “Can I…?”

They were almost nose to nose already. It took so little effort to close the gap that George barely registered that he had done it at all until their lips grazed and a bolt of lightning struck through his veins, illuminating the room so brightly that George could see the pale yellow through his closed eyes. His fingers curled into the fabric of Bob’s shirt as he pressed into the kiss.

When they parted Bob’s head fell onto his shoulder, his hands circling George to clasp behind his back. “Hold me, please. Hold me, squeeze, hold me, hold me,” He sang softly, his usual folksy vocals nowhere to be found. “You really got a hold on me. I said you really got a hold on me.”

George gave a breathy chuckle and did as the song called for, holding Bob tighter in his arms. “The Miracles. Can never go wrong there.”

Bob raised his head and they kissed again before George repositioned. He tugged Bob along with him until they were both flat on their backs, laying on the same flower pedal, hand in hand.

After a while, Bob pressed his head into George’s. “How long do the colors last?”

“Probably another hour.”

Bob rolled on his side and George turned his head so they could meet eyes. “What even is an hour?”

With a quizzical glance at his own fringe, he surmised, “Somewhere between five seconds and an infinity.”

“Perfect. We’ll lay here ‘til then.”

[roselightfairy]

For the ship ask, Maedhros/Fingon? Or my favorite canon couple, Elrond/Celebrian.

You all are determined to make me say controversial things, aren't you!! For this ask meme.

Here is the thing... I'm just not really that invested in either of these ships. I'm not opposed to them, but I don't think I'm supportive enough of them to really say I ship either of them.

Maedhros/Fingon

Don’t Ship It

Why don’t you ship it?

Here is the thing about this one. I had been adjacent to Silm fandom on Tumblr before I actually read the book (again, in a very skim-y kind of way), and there is so much shipping of these two that I had expected it to basically smack me in the face. I'd expected Frodo/Sam levels of shippiness. And, while there are some echoes of Frodo/Sam in some of the things that happen between them, there was nowhere near that for me. I didn't really get attached to either of them as characters, and because I was skimming, it really was kind of blink-and-you-miss-it for me. So I think something about the dissonance between what I'd been expecting and what I actually saw in the text made me evaluate what I saw in the text with a much more critical eye than I would have if I'd just been presented with it on its own terms.

What would have made you like it?

I suppose I kind of answered this one above, but I think I would have liked it more if I hadn't been going in with such inflated expectations. But definitely more of them in the text, more of the characters actually interacting with one another, more opportunity to see evidence of a relationship between the grand gestures.

Despite not shipping it, do you have anything positive to say about it?

The echoes of Frodo/Sam, Beren/Luthien - again, I absolutely see why people ship it! The grand gestures are certainly grand!

Elrond/Celebrian

Don’t Ship It

Why don’t you ship it?

I mean, I just - don't think I know anything about it. I know that Elrond saw Celebrian and loved her. I know they have three children together. I know Celebrian was eventually tormented and had to sail to Valinor. There may be more to know, but if so, I haven't read the texts in which that more takes place. So, while I am not opposed to their relationship, I just don't feel like I've seen enough of it to ship it!

What would have made you like it?

Seeing more of them! Not that that is a requirement for anyone to ship something, but for me in this particular case I haven't seen enough in the text to make me invested. (There are other ships that I do ship despite not seeing much in the text, though, so this is not at all an across-the-board opinion. Everything is subjective.)

Despite not shipping it, do you have anything positive to say about it?

I mean, I've scrolled past some lovely art and fic and I'm sure there is a thriving fan community out there, and I'm glad of that! And as I've said before, I'm an elf monogamy fan, so I believe that they were very much in love and had a wonderful relationship. I'm just not especially invested in following that relationship.

I hope I haven't driven you away entirely, anon! I respect your ships even if I am not invested in them myself!

[shintorikhazumi]

“Dance For Me.”

A/N: Here’s your pole-dancing AU you bunch of thirsty… people on discord. Idk, I’m bad at… trashtalk if it’s not for self-defense. I also don’t cuss unless it’s in fics. Because I’m technically not cussing, the characters are *wink wink*.

Batting second after Lary! Khazumi~ Coming in! Unless someone already finished before I did and I didn’t notice, haha.

I’m not one to write NSFW. At least not for public… consumption. Borderline, yes. But like… I suck at NSFW, not gonna lie. I’ll try my very best?

I'm also sorry that I can't write pole dancing very well. Hope you can... picture out what's going on. haha.

Weirdest thing I searched for confirmation while writing this was ‘during intercourse are your pupils constricted or dilated’ Because my mind is so lost rn hahha.

My timeline here is before Christmas. I’m sorry. I need it.

Basically, I'm sorry for this trashy fic.

ayt.

Enjoy?

~Shintori Khazumi 

This… is not quite what Diana expected when she left Akko this morning for work at the estate.

The past few months, Akko had been busy with teaching her classes at Luna Nova, on top of performing her scheduled weekend shows in town that the woman just wouldn’t give up the chance to do. Always for the smiles, always for the people’s happiness.

And Diana loves her for that, she really does. Dear Beatrix, she loves her wife- of three years now- to death.

But while she had been excitedly looking forward to the holidays, winter rolling around, expecting that she’d finally have her wife-mind you- all to herself, said wife had other plans, it seems.

Akko had agreed to be booked almost daily this season, and despite being home in Diana’s arms each night, she had absolutely zero energy to do anything but snuggle up to the former heiress and fall asleep in the blink of an eye.

Diana had pouted for days on end, telling Akko to give her one day, to spend just one day with her.

Akko, despite all her regrets of leaving her wife like this, couldn’t just cancel. But she had promised to dedicate the two days before the twenty-fifth, right up ‘til the end of vacation to her lovely spouse.

And Diana has to reluctantly agree. She knows in her heart that this is Akko’s passion, it’s what makes her the amazing woman known for her beautiful believing heart.

Diana just needs patience. So much patience.

But then, on the day of Christmas Eve, she gets a call from the manor. It’s related to the estate. About a sudden accident with one of her people. She couldn’t not go. At least she’d try to finish up early so she could offer her remaining time to-

Akko’s phone rings.

It’s a special request. A little girl’s birthday. And she just had to see the amazing Kagari (-Cavendish) Atsuko perform her special magic. Now this wouldn’t have been that much of a problem had the party been in the morning or early afternoon, however it appeared as though it would take place around five pm. Diana knows it will run overtime. It always does. Everyone loves to bask in the presence and utter warmth of ‘Atsuko’ after all.

So, Begrudgingly, they both prepare for their respective agendas, Diana feeling absolutely depressed over the fact that she would be coming home for Christmas eve to an empty house, cold halls, devoid of the calming scent and lovely voice of her wife singing her favorite Shiny Chariot showtune from the kitchen as she cooked all of Diana’s favorites.

Akko notices. She always does.

She walks up to the sulking blonde, cupping her face in her hands, chuckling at those pouty lips, those teary eyes. “I’m really sorry, my Diana.” She whispers. “Really, I am.”

Diana sighs in defeat, pulling her wife into one last bearhug before work.

“Can I at least have my own Magical Atsuko show?” She uncharacteristically turns her puppy eyes to her wife, only ever showing Akko this spoiled child within.

“I’ll only give you the very best.”

“With a little song?”

“Whatever you’d like

“Mm…” Diana nodded, looking down at her feet before raising her head, one last question on her mind. “Dance for me?”

“Sure, sweetheart.” Akko laughed, nuzzling her nose on Diana’s. “But for now,” She pinches the taller witch’s nose playfully before planting a kiss. “This is for the kids.”

…

This is DEFINITELY NOT “for the kids”. For any kids. For anyone for that matter. Diana would never show this to anyone. Over her dead. Lifeless. Fucking. Body.

Nonononono. Diana shakes her head a thousand times internally.

No.

Just no.

Diana gasps as she drops her suitcase on the floor, the contents spilling out at the impact. She had not expected this of all things. She imagined coming home to an empty house, no Akko, and miserable reheated food.

She hadn’t expected unlocking her door to the smells of a rotisserie chicken, some wine, and Akko’s homely scent.

She wasn’t expecting the low thrum of music in the background. She didn’t think that her wife would stand in front of her, in her usual show outfit- no. Wait. This isn’t her show outfit.

Like hell she’d wear that to a children’s party!!

No, this. THIS… This is a knock-off Shiny Chariot costume that is far too skimpy to be sold to the young and pure fans of Chariot. This is one of those costumes you’d see them sell adults for dumb pranks on Halloween, or see it at those kinds of shops.

How did Akko even get that?

Online?

The internet is truly fearsome. Shameless. So Shameless.

And so is Diana as she gawks at her pretty wife, donning a very short white skirt, a top that very much exposes her midriff- technically, only holding together those perky mounds-, a cape that is probably the only thing covering her wife that can be counted as decent, thigh-high- gosh- those thigh-high boots, hair free of that small side pony-tail; and that signature white witch hat tops off the ensemble.

“Welcome home~” Akko greets with her usual cheer, expression innocent and beaming, before it shifts a sultry color, tone dropping into a hushed invitation. “Diana.”

Said woman is quiet, she struggles to form a response.

Akko.

‘Let’s try saying your wife’s name now, Diana Cavendish.’

“A-A-A-A… aaahhhh…”

Oh, Great Beatrix, give me strength.

A lot of it. A trolley’s worth, if you must.

…-and stamina. Please. Strength and stamina to endure.

And Clearly Diana isn’t wishing to hold her ground against temptation.

She might just have a long night ahead.

“Diana.”

“Y-yes! I’m l-listening. Very clearly… most…. Definitely…” She says whilst staring at the gracious amounts of cleavage-

“Of course you are, babe.” Akko chuckles in that sickeningly sweet tone, taking a step forward as Diana takes one back. “Where are you going?” She takes another, as does Diana in the opposite direction, her back meeting the hard wood of their front door.

“N-nowhere, I’m… I’m Home.” Diana feels her hands become clammy, shaking, as she wonders where to put them.

“Heh~… I thought you were running away or something.” Akko smiles kindly, actions not as kind. She traps Diana with her body, arms on either side of her head. “And I wouldn’t like that. Would you?” Her eyes flutter innocently, lashes long, eyes wide.

There was clearly only one correct answer.

“N-no.”

“Good.” Akko laughs like gentle chimes, pleasant to the ear.

Diana smiles, feeling a little more relaxed.

-Before one hand comes off the wall and now climbs up her torso, Akko’s index and middle fingers walking up to Diana’s tie before her hand takes it, pulling it out of the vest.

“I always liked it when you wore ties.” She murmured, eyes blank and scrutinizing the tie. Before Diana could respond, Akko was already resting her head on Diana’s chest, hand absent-mindedly twirling the thin red tie. “I also like that you wear my colors on you.” Akko raised her head, pulling on Diana’s tie so that their faces came so incredibly close to one another, lips a hair’s breadth apart. “Tells people that you're mine.”

That effectively steals the air out of Diana’s lungs as Akko steps back, still holding fast to the tie, pulling Diana along, as if on a leash. Her Japanese wife leads her to the living room and sits her down on their amazingly comfortable couch.

But not even that could ease Diana’s tense nerves.

“H-Hi.”

“Hi, Diana.” Akko greets back, leaning over her wife, a finger gliding from the base of Diana’s throat to her jaw, tipping it up to guide blue eyes up to meet the most intoxicating wine. “What was your last little request for me this morning, again?”

“I- I… uh… um…”

“Yes?” The brunette lowers her body onto Diana’s head tucked between the poor heiress’ shoulder and neck, peppering kisses along her jaw. “Please remember, darling. I really want to do it for you, you know?” She chuckles, biting on a certain spot near Diana’s throat making her yelp, then licking the area to ease the pain. “I prepared really well for it. I tried so hard for you.”

Definitely not the only thing that was hard, Diana thinks.

An uncontrolled whine tears its way out of the blonde’s mouth, mind desperately trying to remember what the hell she last asked.

Then it clicks.

“D-dance…”

“Hmm?”

“Dance for me…?”

Akko seems elated with her answer, nuzzling her neck once before pulling away, Diana missing her warmth… or heat. Or both.

“With pleasure.”

Diana is sure there will be a lot of pleasure involved.

With a flick of her wand (where had Akko hidden that?), a pole rises from the floor in the open space of the room. Akko stalks hypnotizingly towards it, grasping the hard metal with one hand before smoothly pulling herself into her first twirl.

‘Oh Great Nine. This is one of those dances, isn’t it?’

Diana swallows so painfully, finding her throat constricted, the opposite to her dilating pupils as she watches her wife with the focus of a predator waiting on its prey.

Off goes the cape, and Diana only now realizes just how little of her wife’s ass is actually covered by that skirt.

She loves Akko’s ass- She loves Akko. Period.

-along with her thighs and bottom.

She admires her better half’s toned body, muscles flexing and simply wonderful as Akko spins herself around the pole gracefully, hanging onto it with only one hand. The elegance of the movements allows Diana to forget her barely restrained arousal, leaving her in awe for a few moments.

Then a toned leg wraps itself around the pole, Akko rolling her body up against it, turning her gaze to Diana, eyes half-lidded and so sinful. All that talk about grace- screw it, right now.

Another twirl, and another, and another.

Akko climbs her way up the pole so sensually, Diana wishes she were the one being climbed like that. Then Akko stops near the top, almost as though she was frozen. Diana waits with bated breath, before Akko’s hands suddenly release the pole, falling backwards; and Diana panics, thinking something happened and her wife was about to hit the ground hard- but only the hat does so. Akko’s body hangs smoothly in the air, legs squeezing tight, flexing those amazing thighs.

Oh, to be between them instead.

The spinning restarts. Repeats over and over, legs stretching out, then pulling in. At times, an arm would reach out, almost as if it were inviting the audience in, to come closer; to come touch this performer. Then Akko lowers herself to the ground, movements sophisticated, nimble, body poised, and oh so sensual. It’s an interpretative dance, and there must be story behind it.

Diana just doesn’t have enough brain power to process it.

She gasps as her wife stands up; the skirt is forgone, leaving Akko in racy black panties that matches her top that might as well not exist. And again, she’s on that pole, embracing it, caressing it with one hand, down to her body, allowing her palm to slide down her chest to a taut stomach, abs glistening in sweat, before reaching down her legs, and between her thighs, then out, back to latching onto the pole.

The loss of garment shouldn’t distract her. She’s sure this action was to give her wife better grip on the pole. Definitely the reason. Yes. Not because this was… was a… that.

Of course.

Breaking the unspoken rule of silence, a voice suddenly begs for her attention.

“Diana…”

…

Fuck.

“Nnmm!”

Diana throws her head back for a second, needing to relieve her burdened senses at the sight that had just greeted her mere moments ago.

Akko had basically rubbed herself against the pole, her most intimate place surely touching it as she slid up then down, dropping into an air-split, barely hovering over the ground, still twirling, yet painfully slow this time, basically presenting herself to the very red mess breathing heavily on the couch.

Diana’s not sure she can stay seated anymore. She’s been holding back. She’s certain she can’t keep holding back.

“But why are you holding back?”

The question throws her for a loop, eyes so wide, as she stares at Akko’s tantalizing figure, draped over her pole, breathing as difficultly as Diana is.

She releases her show equipment, leaving the pole to disappear as she strides forward provocatively, halting in front of Diana, placing her hands down on the blonde’s open lap, freeing them from their squeezed-together position just moments ago. They massage at Diana’s thighs, and the heiress moans, unsuppressed.

Her dancer takes a seat on her lap, hands busying themselves with loosening Diana’s tie a bit more, removing it from her before Akko slings it around her own neck.

“You are so mean, Diana… even after I called for you so many times…” Akko whispers against her lips, eyes fiery and slightly angered. Diana’s hands are guided to rest on Akko’s hips as she grinds against her wife needily. “Utterly horrible.”

It should be the winter season as it was Christmas. Diana knows that the outside world was harshly cold and chilly, but that temperature did not seem to apply to her. Most definitely not within Diana, and most definitely not between her leee-heeeeg- ‘damn you, Akko’.

“Why would you not come for me?”

‘Which ‘come’ might we be discussing here’, Diana wonders.

“I… I didn’t know… my apologies.” Diana stutters out, distracted by the hand touching the inside of her thigh.

“Even when I made it so obvious?” Akko pouts, biting Diana’s shoulder angrily as her hands make quick work of the taller witch’s buttoned shirt. Those same hands splay against her collarbone and shoulders, caressing and teasing, moving to the back of her head to massage her scalp. The Head of Cavendish gets pulled into a long kiss, her significant other’s tongue pleading entrance as it licks along Diana’s full lips, thighs squeezing Diana’s legs.

Diana permits, giving the appendage access to explore her mouth completely, sometimes brushing against her gums, and gliding along her teeth, entangling with her own tongue. Akko pulls away with a rough nip on Diana’s lower lip.

The latter’s hand is held captive, guided somewhere along her lover’s body.

The heiress fails at hindering any sounds from escaping her as she feels hot liquid drip onto her fingers, before pooling into her open palm. So that’s where Akko had brought it.

“Diana.”

Her eyes are bewitching. Fitting of her occupation. They hold Diana’s gaze a prisoner, not against her will. They compel her to do something. Akko rubs against her once more, and Diana whimpers aloud.

“Diana.”

Arms tighten their loop against Diana’s neck. Akko’s voice still sounds calm and controlled, but her actions tell Diana that she is anything but. She’s basically riding her at this point.

“Diana.”

“Y-yesh?!” Hooded, dark, tempting. Akko’s eyes were all those things. And maybe Diana’s were too.

“Diana.”

“Yes…?” Diana feels a switch flip as her finger slips into that wet, heated space and makes Akko cry a lovely tone. She goes deaf to the world, all her focus on the woman shivering delightfully in her arms.

  “Diana…”

  “Yes…”

  “Dance with me.”

A/N: So… sequel?

~Shintori Khazumi