#i feel like i must say sorry about the bad english here i was falling asleep last night on this lol sorry

[solar4seekstron]

Sorry if my English is bad, it is not my native language.

What do you think about this scenario, Orion in one of his archive searches, he meets one of the most important archivists of Iacon and when he sees him interested in the history of this place, he helps him to sneak to show him which are the best archives of history, with time, a little chemistry is created between them, the end is left to your taste (it would be nice a reunion between reader and the now Optimus Prime).

That sounds so sweet I’ll definitely try it!

Archives: Transformers One!Orion Pax/Optimus Prime x Cybertronian!GN!Cogged!Reader OneShot: Archives

TW/Tags: Fluff, Orion is such a gremlin, Optimus is silly, Sentinel just wants attention, reader is saaaaaad for a good while, I think that’s all? Enjoy!

You were an archivists. You’ve worked in the archives for a very long time since you online. You always felt with sentinels flirting as well. But he never went further when he was around you.

On day when you were walking alone in the archives you heard someone. You peaked your head out the corner and saw a mining bot. He was…adorable..so small and curious as he looked around the place. So when he was looking at some old records you made it behind him. When he back up about to turn around his back hit yours. His cervos then touching behind him feeling your arms, hips, and waist.

”You need help there?” You asked in a soft voice. He then backed up. “Oh uh no- well you see-“ His hips and aft then hit the records table. That must've hurt.

You tried to not chuckle. “You alright there?” He nods. His voice is a bit high pitched. “Yes-“ You’d then hand him a few records from your cervo. Boy you loved that look on his face. The way his eyes widened and beamed up at you as he looked at the records and took them. That’s how it’s been since then for a while. He’d visit the archives. Well more like sneak in. And you both would look at old records. And he would look at your work as well. Even at times you would help him escape when the other guards would come in. It was like this for a few months.

At times you would make sure to keep your little secret. Even Sentinel noticed something a bit different from you. But he didn’t care much as long as you gave him attention. Orion wasn’t so secretive.

At least when it came to his best friend D. D always made sure to shut up Orion so no one knows.

After some time Sentinel called for you to help him out with polishing. You couldn’t say no and this caused you to miss Orion.

The whole time you thought of him as sentinel complained and talked about how you must live a boring life. When Orion made it to the archives he wondered where you were. But you must also be really busy. And so he carried on and will make sure to visit tomorrow before his shift again. Let’s just say Sentinel almost got handsy but Airachnid had came in with news of their mission. Causing him to have to leave. And you made your way back to your work.

After that you didn’t hear from Orion until the race. Seeing him on the TV as you had dinner with your friends. You were surprised and yet amazed at the same time. Watching as he almost won the race. But…When the news came of his death by Sentinel. You were heart broken. You honestly hoped to court the small miner. Even despite the size and class.

But as time went by. You just didn’t seem the same. Not that Sentinel noticed. And so after some time. You still haven’t felt like moving on. Until…the battle.

You saw everything once you ran out of the archives and with the crowd of bots as you all watch Orion fight his best friends. To see him die and then to die. Falling into the planet.

But then as the decepticons started to destroy the city and you almost died in the collapse….He came back… You watched as he fought his best friends. And when the battle was over. He and the other many cogged bots who came here left with him to the surface. From then on. It’s announced that he is your new leader. This made your spark sink a bit.

After that it never was right to go up to him. He was your cities new leader. And but he never forgot about you. One day as you made your way to the dark room where you met Orion. As you looked through the records you didn’t notice a larger bot behind you.

Once you turned around. Your helm bumped into a chest. When you looked up its- HIM?!?!

”O-Orion??!!” You backed into the records. Your back hitting them causing a few records to fall from the ground.

”Woah sorry. Thought it be ya know cute and funny? If I scared you and uh…” You chuckled. “I know what you meant.” You two stand there for a moment in silence as you two definitely blushed.

”O-Orion I heh, I was so sorry I thought I’d never see you again..” He had a gentle smile on his dermas as he leaned down. His hands against the shelves with the records as his helm is closer to yours. Man you were blushing so hard right now as he leaned his helm against your audio sensors. “Wanna be my Conjunx?”

He had the MOST ADORABLE SMILE EVER on his dermas. You tried your best to not laugh. Primus you love him so much. And you didn’t mind that he was a lot bigger than you. You nodded “Yes..OPtimus..I’ll be your Conjunx” his forhelm rested against yours as you both looked at each other. And his larger cervos gently held yours. When his dermas were about to touch yours. You stopped him, putting one of your cervos on his lips.

”Now now Prime. I waited for you for a loooong time. You can go through the courtship ritual.” Your digit booped his nose.

He chuckled as his cervo takes yours once more. You both leaned closer and finally your dermas meet. This song was long over due and the embrace was so much better. You to chose to stay in that spot…for a good while.

You are so happy.

[kurokens]

In The Middle | Satosugu

anime/manga: jujutsu kaisen

character: gojo satoru & geto suguru

words: 798

pronouns: they/them

request: none

notes: probably an overused prompt but idc sue me, i needed to write one of my own. im a sucker for misunderstanding. i haven't written anything in such a long time, it's been a while im sorry, satosugu have been on my mind for a while, and i needed to write something with them because i love them so fucking much. it's gonna be a series, so hopefully i dont disappear after one part lol... later on it might be specific on some insecurities bc i need it and i thought well let's just share it with the world and other who might need it. sorry for any mistakes T-T

not proof read

song rec: SHE'S - In The Middle

genre: hurt comfort, fluff, slowburn, a little bit angsty, poly?

warnings: bad english not my first language, satosugu are in a loving relationship, misunderstanding, pinning, a lot of pinning on satosugu's end, reader is so oblivious (is that the right one?), insecure and self conscious reader

You've always told yourself you weren't the type to live with anyone, you liked your quiet and your peace. Alone in your little bubble, without a soul to disturb it. And yet, here you were awoken by your roomates lover quarrel in the room next door, for the hundredth time this week.

"Don't you love me anymore? Am I not enough for you?" a whiny voice whisper-screamed "Satoru, my love, it was a dream, it was all in your head." an exhausted voice replied

"So what?? It doesn't mean anything? Are my feelings not valid?" Gojo huffed.

"How are you so dramatic so early in the morning? Let's go back to sleep come here.", Geto carefully lifted the blanket so his boyfriend could go back exactly where he belonged, asleep and quiet in his arms.

Such occurences weren't new to you, you could even say there were your daily life, that's why you laughed hearing the bickering couple, and turned around in your bed to try and fall back asleep while their muffled voices could still be heard in the background. This was without counting on what part of their conversation your brain decided to pick up on next. "I dont know for how much longer I can do this Sugu.." Satoru sighed. "Me neither love, but there is nothing much we can do about it.They live with us." His black haired lover replied. "I know, ugh I know, but it's getting so much harder everyday. Seeing them is becoming unbearable. I can't stand it anymore, we need to do something." He went on. "Shh, I know, I feel the same. But we can't just drop this on them all of the sudden and expect it to go well." The oldest reasoned.

Your heart shattered on the other side of the wall, now sitting against the headboard, an unstoppable flow of tears falling down your face. You were a bother? You thought the three of you were friends, shit, scratch that, best friends. And yet, yet, this was how they felt about you. Fuck fuck FUCK You needed to calm down, it's okay, you're okay. It must have been a nightmare, yeah that's right, a nightmare. Your brain loved playing tricks on you, waking you up in the middle of the night with the most vivid and realistic nightmares ever, enough to send you into full blown meltdown. Nothing to worry about, it was just a nightmare, nothing else. That's what you told yourself and yet when you woke up you couldnt shake this weird feeling in your stomach. You contemplated staying in your bed all day and avoid your roomates but that would be silly to ignore them for something that was potentially just a dream. So you shook the silly feelings away and got out of your bed, made your way to the kitchen to make some breakfast. Your two roommates were already there, being lovey dovey in each others lap and the weird feeling made its way back into your stomach. "Hi there." You greeted tiredly, only to be met with an echo of short hms, and not even a nod to accompany the cold greeting. The lack of acknowledgment not helping with your already overthinking mind, you decided to take a quick breakfast and just leave them be. It could just be a coincidence, nothing to worry about haha, right? Or so you thought, because you were back in your room mindlessly scrolling through tik tok when you once again hear the muffled voices of your roommates. Your brain screamed at you to put your headphones on and drown out their conversation, but you couldn't get yourself to do it, and you decided to listen to them, to at least finally be able to know whether or not you dreamed what happened last night. And maybe you shouldn't have, but what else could you do now but listen to the cruel words of the ones you once considered your best friends. "Suguru, we need to do it soon. I can't even handle looking at them in the eyes anymore, let alone utter a word to them. We can't keep going like this." Satoru complained. "I know 'Toru, I know, but you need to understand it's not as easy as you think it is." You heard the black haired man answer. And it was enough for you, you needed to get out of there. You obviously were no longer welcomed here, and the sooner you left, the better it would be, for both parties. So inbetween tears you picked up a bag and threw some spare clothes and anything that you could think of in your frenzy state before you ran out of there, determined to never come back, at least not for a while.

here u gooo!! sorry i've been away for a while, i've been finding it hard to write and staying focused, but i missed it so much, especially for these two. i'll try not to take too long to write AT LEAST a second part, but would love to do more than this bc i want it to be extremely slown burn and a little bit angsty krkrkr

part 2 is here!!

[smninthisworldd]

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Injury ; König x fem!reader ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

so, my books on wattpad got deleted. apparently, someone reported me. i’m trying to post all the stories here and on ao3, but it’ll take a bit of time. please be patient and bare with me. 🙏

PAIRINGS AND WARNINGS: König x fem!reader, fluff, falling in love, smut, oral sex, p in v, soft sex, gentle sex, friends into lovers, kisses, teasing.

CHAPTER: 1/2 ; NEXT CHAPTER

MASTERLIST

It was all a blur.

One minute I was shooting and killing our enemies, then I got shot and fell to the ground, unable to walk. I couldn't feel my left thigh anymore, and when I looked down at it, blood was spilling out of my wound.

I panicked, and tried to crawl away from more gunfire. I entered a building, making sure no one saw me, and crawled behind a high half wall. As soon as I was safe, I pressed my back against the wall and removed some layers off of me. I ripped the black shirt i was wearing underneath my bulletproof vest and used the fabric to press to my thigh, stopping blood circulation.

It hurt like hell, especially because the bullet was still trapped deep inside my thigh. A tear fell from my eye and down to my cheek, as I looked at my hands, covered in blood just like my gear and the floor.

«Fuck...» I groaned in pain, hitting my head to the wall.

«Blade!» König shouted through the comms, that was my code name. «Where are you?» I could hear his thick German accent, which I was really thankful for. My vision was starting to blur, but at least I had an excellent hearing.

«I... got shot...» I stuttered. «I can't walk, I'm in the.. third building to the left.»

«Scheiße (shit)! Hold on, I'm coming!» he said. «Stay with me, it's nothin'! You got this!»

«I'm soaked in blood... I need...» I let out a heavy breath, my voice cracking and my hands shaking. «Take me back... to the base...»

«Stay with me, Blade, please!» he shouted as he probably noticed my voice lowering its tone, as I also closed my eyes.

I wasn't replying, but heard heavy footsteps entering the building. I hoped it was König, but still, you never know. I quickly grabbed my gun and held it ahead of me, still shaky as hell. A tall figure appeared in front of me, and I did not realize it was actually him at first. My vision was blurry, my eyes filled with tears.

«It's me, Blade! Don't worry, I got you!» König kneeled before me and I let go of the gun, closing my eyes again.

He gently touched my thigh and I whimpered, as it hurt like hell.

«I'm sorry» he apologized. «Let me see, please.»

Though it felt horrible, König had to press on my wound in order to search for the bullet. «We must take it out now, before it... scheiße... before it gets worse!» His english wasn't collaborating, he was nervous. Bless him, he was so anxious.

He suffered from it when he was younger, he'd told me about it. Me an König had such a good friendship, actually. He found confort in me, whenever he was nervous or anxious about something. He would always come to me and talk to me, and I would listen to him for hours. He had just so much to say, and nobody was really ever there to listen, before me.

«I'm really sorry, Blade, but I need to... take these off.» he said, referring to my pants. «I have to take that verfickte (fucking) bullet out of there! I can't...» he stuttered. His voice was trembling and his hands were shaking on my thigh. I looked into his eyes and softly placed one of my hands on top of his.

«It's okay, König...» I whispered. «Just take it out so we can... kill these motherfuckers.»

«Is it okay if... I have to...» he mumbled.

«Just fucking do it already!» I shouted at him. I have never yelled at him before, and I felt kind of bad, especially knowing he was really sensitive under that intimidating and scary facade.

Without a word, he cut the improvised bandage made with my shirt and finally unbuttoned my pants gently taking them off. I saw him not moving for a moment, he just stared at my bare thighs before pulling out of his vest a mini first aid kit. He swallowed hard and opened it, grabbing some tweezers and a disinfectant solution. He sighed and proceeded to slowly dig into my thigh, causing my eyes to close shut and my spine to shiver.

I was losing a huge amount of blood, and König tried to be as gentle as possible with me. He wasn't talking anymore, and I realized it was probably because I scolded him.

«Fuck!» I cried out as he pinched my sensitive skin with the tweezers, without doing it on purpose. His hands were shaking and his breathing was heavy, he didn't dare to look at me.

He was focused on my wound and searched for the damn bullet. I continued to cry out in fucking pain, I couldn't stay still because of the pressure he was putting on me. I writhed under his hands, my hands lifting myself from the floor and my back arching as my head hit the wall again.

He aggressively pushed my hips on the floor with his knee, making me feel trapped under his enormous mass. I looked up to him but he didn't, still trying his best to reach the cause to my pain.

And finally, he caught it. He held it with the tweezers and sighed in relief before putting it aside.

He disinfected my injury, but it burned like hell and I couldn't help but scream in pain. He quickly cupped my mouth with his hand and finally looked into my eyes. Mine filled with tears as I kept groaning on his hand. «Quiet!» he scolded me, this time, with his raspy and aggressive tone. His grasp squeezed my cheeks a little as he continued to pour the disinfectant on my leg.

I grabbed on his forearm tightly, raising my hand on his bicep. I was crying and my breathing was irregular under the grip of his hand covering my mouth. I lifted my healthy leg creating myself a bit of support, placing my arms on my knee, but as soon as I did and my legs were a bit more open, I noticed König's eyes peered between them.

He quickly moved his gaze away and removed his hand from my face, squeezing his eyes while exhaling loudly. He then grabbed a sterile gauze and wrapped it tight around my thigh. He pulled on it two times and looked into my eyes. «Is this tight enough? Is it good?» he asked in a whisper.

I nodded and he cut off the excess. We both exhaled, relieved. I rushed into his arms for a hug. I placed my arms around the back of his neck and held him tightly. I really needed it. «Thank you.» I whispered in his ear. I felt his hands on my ribcage, gently moving towards my waist, a bit unsure. He then wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer.

A few moments later, he whispered: «Let's get revenge on these arschlöcher (assholes).»

…

I heard a knock at my door and when I looked towards it, König was standing there. «Can I?» he asked.

«Of course, come in.» I welcomed him into my room. He got rid of his gear and wore just his black shirt and cargos. I, on the other hand, was wearing just one of his oversized t-shirts, which he gave to me as soon as we arrived to the base. His scent was on it, and I kept smelling it.

«How are you feeling?» he sat on the bed and gently caressed my knee.

«A lot better, thanks to you, and the doctor.» He took me to the hospital before heading back to our base and the doctors stitched up my wound with six stitches.

I smiled at him as he looked straight into my eyes. I still had an apology to do.

«Konig» I positioned my hand on top of his, caressing it, «I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you earlier.»

He sighed and replied: «Don't worry about it. I know you were panicking in that moment, I understand.»

I smiled at him again and gently asked him a favor. «Could you close the door?»

He nodded and stood up to do so. When he returned to me, I gestured for him to join me in my bed, as we usually did. He lay down next to me and 1 cuddled up to his chest, leaning my head on it. He stroke my hair and pulled me closer, letting out a deep breath. My hand caressed his abdomen and draw small circles on him through his shirt.

It had been a while now that I was starting to realize that my feelings for him went beyond a simple friendship. I opened up about myself and he did the same, I knew him better that anyone else. I knew what a sweetheart he really was, how caring and loving he could be. I exhaled and I decided it was time for me to be truthful.

«König...» I lifted my head up on his chest to look at him. I was very shy around him, though he was the shy one, in reality.

He let out a soft «Mhm?» and looked at me, waiting for me to talk.

«I, uhh...» I mumbled. Fuck it. «I like you. I really do.»

He swallowed loudly and I felt his heart beating faster. He looked away and I thought to myself I fucked everything up'

His gaze returned to my eyes and he softly caressed my cheeks with both of his shaky hands. I lifted myself as best as I could and kept my eyes on his as I pulled his hood up, revealing his lips.

I stroke his sharp and defined jawline feeling the subtle beard on the lower half of his face. I then caressed his bottom lip with my thumb and he did the same with mine. Both of us were shaky as fuck.

«I like you too, y/n.» he said in a whisper that I barely heard. But I sure did. His lips created a smile that infected me, causing my lips to do the same.

His gaze fell to my smile and he finally pulled my face closer to his, kissing me.

He kissed me.

I couldn't believe it.

It all felt like a dream, a beautiful one. His soft and warm lips pressed against mine, his big hands still caressing my cheeks and my neck... goosebumps started running throughout my body. I instantly closed my eyes as our lips connected, and drowned in that heavenly kiss.

One of his hands soon moved down to my spine, wrapping around my body as our kiss intensified.

He tilted his head and grabbed on the back of my neck, causing my head to tilt, too. I leaned over him, and placed one of my hands on the pillow below him, the other one still stroking his neck and jawline.

Our tongues began touching, shy at first... and all of a sudden he started to slowly give me the most passionate kiss in my entire life. Out of all people I've ever kisses, no one was like König. No one compared to him.

Konig raised himself from the pillow he was laying on and towered me with his size, continuing to passionately kiss me as his tongue dominated mine. His hand still firm around the back of my neck, while the other one was gently grabbing and squeezing my waist.

I placed my arms on his shoulders and caressed his head through the hood, pulling him closer. Our kiss continued and, oh. My. God. I didn't expect that from him.

König began lowering his hand down my side, and gently grabbed on my healthy and naked thigh. I was wearing his shirt, but I couldn't wear any pants or shorts since my wound was still too fresh to be compressed.

He squeezed the soft skin of my leg and then he got up, pushing me to lay down on the bed. He lifted my thigh on his hip as he was now on top of me, his tongue still fighting against mine. He was so careful not to hurt my injured leg, which he didn't.

I pulled him closer, gluing his body to mine. I could feel his weight on me, but he made sure he didn't crush me. As my legs were quite spread under his body, his hips pushed towards my crotch, and I felt his... hardness pressing on me through the pants.

My face was burning hot, I was a hundred percent sure I was blushing like an idiot. My heart raced as his hand slid throughout my thigh and gently reached my - well, his - shirt, lifting it a little.

But then, he stopped. He lifted his head and pulled away from our kiss, leaving a trail of our saliva still connect us. I tried to reach for his lips again, but he gently pushed me back.

«Y/n... I don't know if...» he began, but his words soon failed him. «This is... We shouldn't...»

He started to move away, but I pulled him towards me and kissed him. He didn't stop nor backed away from it, so I guess he wanted it, too. This time, our kiss was much more aggressive, almost ravenous, as if neither of us wanted to leave the other's face.

He bought his hand back to my thigh, squeezing it harder than before, and forcefully pulling me towards him.

Konig placed his other hand back to the side of my neck, sending shivers all over my body. I felt his knee press in between my legs, which caused me a soft moan into his mouth. I didn't realize I moaned until his grasp tightened around my leg.

I pulled away from his face for a moment and looked into his eyes as he tried to reach back for my lips, this time. «You said we shouldn't, yet you're not leaving me.» I whispered.

«Fuck, I can't.» he breathed. «You have no idea what you're doing to me, schätzchen.»

I loved when he gave me German nicknames, he often did.

He kissed me back and caressed my thigh, lifting my shirt again. This time, he finally took it off and admired my almost naked body, taking a deep breath. His lips were glossy and red, also a bit swollen, and I could see his cheeks turn reddish, too. His eyes glared throughout my body, still covered by my underwear.

Konig shook his head and placed his hands on his eyes, sliding them on top of his head right after.

His anxiety was eating him alive, I could tell he was nervous. I lifted myself and gently sat on the bed, looking up to him. I caressed his waist and hips trying to reassure him, but that probably didn't help; instead, it made him even more nervous... and hard.

His pants were tight around the shape of his now rock-hard member. I thought I could make him relax a bit... but he just grabbed my wrists and threw me back down on the bed.

He pushed himself against my entrance, through the pants, causing me to groan softly. He began kissing my neck and that made me weak. At that point, I let him do whatever he wanted with me.

I grabbed on the back of his neck, digging my fingers inside his hood and feeling his hair. I gently stroke him under the mask, as he lowered his warm lips down my collarbone. My back arched towards him and he squeezed my waist, pulling my crotch closer to his.

I bit my bottom lip and moaned again as his lips were exploring my chest. His hand lifted from my waist straight to my back and he unbuttoned my bra, throwing it away. He seemed mesmerized by my naked breasts and took a moment to stare at them before feeling, touching and kissing them. I felt him sucking on my skin, leaving his marks all over me.

His wet tongue traced a path from my breasts across my abdomen to my lower belly. He reached the seam of my panties and looked up into my eyes.

«May I?» he searched for my consent.

«Yes...» I whispered, lifting my hips towards him. «Please, König...» I got a little too excited.

Hearing me beg for him probably only turned him on even more. And it also turned me on.

He let out a heavy breath, hooking his thumb into the side of my already wet panties and pulling them to the side to expose my soaked cunt to his eyes.

Using his index and middle finger, he parted my lips and began exploring me. I was a fucking mess already, wriggling and arching my back over nothing, and he seemed to enjoy it.

As his fingers were still keeping my lips spread, he stuck his tongue out and slid it on my clit. I flinched and moaned softly at the feeling of his warm tongue on me, but König soon gripped on my good leg to keep me still. He continued to stimulate me licking my cunt up and down, as his tongue collected my juices. He pulled his tongue back into his mouth to let the taste of me sit on it.

My eyes were glossy and felt heavy as I tried to look at him. He glared at me but soon returned to my intimacy after whispering a soft «Köstlich (delicious.»

He created circular motions on my clit that felt extremely good, I threw my head back unable to keep it on him. I arched my back and grasped tightly on the sheets, whimpering and squirming under his touch and stimulation. His hard tongue inflicted torture on me, but soon his mouth completely enveloped my clit, sucking and pulling on it.

How on earth was he so good at it?

I knew I wasn't going to last, I was too sensitive after a very long time not having this kind of treatment to please me. All I could do was moan loudly and let my body release my cum right into his mouth. He didn't even notice it, instead continued to give me pleasure despite my body starting to relax.

König was hungrily eating me out, and he seemed to be far from done. My inner thighs felt soaked around the lower half of his face, as he spread my legs a little more, carefully making sure my injured left thigh was okay. My dizzy mind, though, couldn't feel anything else apart from the extreme bliss König was causing me.

He removed his mouth for a moment and slid his middle finger inside of my hole, unsure of how to move. When I sensed his slight unease, I grabbed on his wrist and moved his hand in and out of me, soon leaving it to him. His finger started to search deep inside of me, stimulating my g-spot, that caused me to moan heavily.

König was a fast learner.

He was soon confident enough and added his ring finger, pushing both deeper. My legs were shaking at the overstimulation König was procuring me. My vision started to blur, my hands were grasping the sheets hysterically and my whimpers were getting louder and louder as his tongue returned to my clit.

I was going crazy, high of him. My heartbeat was pulsing in my throat, I've never felt like that. His head pressed between my trembling thighs, his tongue swirling around my most sensitive spot and his fingers digging deep inside my pussy.

His other hand was wrapped tight around my good leg, his nails began poking into my soft skin. I could already see the marks he left all over my body, starting from my neck and lowering to my legs. I wasn't able to speak clearly, just whimpers and pleasured groans coming out of my mouth.

König's fingers soon came out of me, drenched of my thick cum, and moved all the way up to my sore clit. He lifted my hips a little, placing his hand below my lower back and continuing to please me.

But I couldn't resist more.

«König...» I muttered, not able to finish my sentence. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to release everything I was holding inside of me. And so it was the second time König made me cum, with a loud orgasm. He collected my cum with his fingers and licked the rest of it from my cunt, swallowing it. He licked his fingers and when I looked at him, a trail of my sticky cum was connecting his two fingers and his lips. He then cleaned everything with his tongue.

Fuck.

Wow. Just, wow. I was breathless, my arms high above my head, my legs now closed and the sheets below me soaked in my wetness. Jesus Christ.

König approached me and gently caressed my waist, while kissing my neck. I knew he wanted more, and I did too, but... damn. I needed a moment to stabilize myself.

«How are you feeling, geliebte (sweetheart)?» he whispered. «Did I do a good job?» He dared to ask.

Catching my breath, I looked into his eyes and caressed his cheek. «I feel absolutely fantastic, König... you did fucking... perfect.»

He loved to hear that. I knew he needed reassurance and words of affirmation, so I praised him. He kissed my cheek and got back to my neck.

God, this man's stamina was by no means over yet.

I felt he could go on and on for hours, and we both really needed it. I could take him, I wanted to, I needed to. I desperately needed him to do the nastiest things to me, with me.

Konig began kissing my neck again, slightly biting on my skin, causing me to shiver and whimper softly. But I lifted myself up and pushed him away from my neck. I looked up into his eyes and as he walked away, I dragged him closer, pulling him by the waistband of his pants.

I felt his evident erection under my fingers, and I finally unbuttoned his pants, pulling the zipper down. This was going to be a long night...

~ smninthisworldd ; please do not copy.

[sky-kiss]

Raphael x Tav College AU

A/N: Was talking with @molinaesque. Was consumed by the need for a coffeeshop AU. Also. Shadowheart and Astarion, my beloved.

The College is 30 Minutes from Here. It's Noon. He's Down Bad.

__________

“Darling, he’s back.” 

Astarion does not say this silently. Astarion doesn’t say or do anything silently, so there’s no real reason for Tav to be surprised. The elf cocks his hip against the counter, tapping a finger to a tune only he hears. The shop is bustling, but he’s chosen not to help. Shadowheart shifts beside him, chin resting in her palm. 

“You really should say something,” she says, also opting not to work. She leans back against Astarion, and the elf shifts to wind an arm around her. HR is going to have fucking field day. Again. “He’s…of a certain age. That much caffeine can’t be good for his heart.” 

“If he gets what he wants, the caffeine will be the least of his heart’s worries.” Her friend chews the inside of his cheek and considers. “I almost want her to accept, don’t you? He’s swanned about for long; he almost deserves it.” 

 “I am curious; he has that build, you know.” 

“I do know.” 

Tav shoots them both a dark look. She doesn’t need to see her reflection to know there’s a violent blush in her cheeks. They’re burning. She has half a mind to sink into the ground. Or pray for death. “Will you both please be civil?”

“Oh, darling,” Astarion says, “Of course not.” 

That one’s on her. She shouldn’t have expected anything else. Tav shakes her head, turning her attention back to the line. Professor Raphael is loitering near the back, glasses set on the tip of his nose. He’d confessed to her once, months ago, that he didn’t need them; it was purely for aesthetic purposes. People expected as much from a tenured professor, and he intended to play into those stereotypes. It hardly explains the rest of him. 

He’s handsome. In fact, handsome is an understatement. It’s unfair; it’s rude, and in darker moments, alone in the shitty studio Tav shares with Shadowheart, it makes her want to scream. The gods blessed academics with brains; it came at the cost of their looks. And then there’s fucking Raphael, in his tailored suits, with his perfectly mussed brown hair and pretty eyes, and her whole world view goes topsy-turvy.

Asshole. 

It’s another ten minutes before he reaches the counter. Astarion and Shadowheart have gone back to work (shocking), but she feels their attention shift to her. Tav clears her throat, painting on a smile, trying to look surprised. Like he hadn’t stopped in for a quick espresso before class that morning. 

“Professor! I didn’t expect to see you again so soon!” 

“Not,” Shadowheart chimes in, “That she’s complaining.” 

Tav considers the implications of firing one’s roommate. “We are always happy to see repeat customers.” 

He smiles, plucking the glasses from his nose. Tav tries to keep the bottom from falling out of her stomach. She fails. His hands are long-fingered and elegant, and he’s just…the whole thing is a lot. It’s a lot. “My dear, if you were aware of only half of the papers I've been asked to evaluate…you would understand my need for this…outlet.” 

“That bad?” 

“A massacre of the English tongue.” 

Astarion presses beside her, sliding the professor’s espresso (which he has yet to order) across the counter, “You know, our sweet Tav was something of an English expert.” She pinches Astarion hard. “Ow! It’s true. Gods, you vicious little beast! Perhaps if you need a second set of eyes…” 

Raphael cocks his head to the side. “A charming suggestion. Impossible, but charming.” 

“You see, Astarion,” she elbows him back towards the steamer. “He’s impossible.” Tav scrubs a hand through her hair. The color is back in her cheeks, and he must see it. The strange thing is he seems to have softened. “I’m sorry…he’s…they’re…” 

“I understand, my dear.” 

His accent does funny things to her insides. Like horrible, awful, dizzy things. Tav chews the inside of her cheek, indicating the coffee, “This one is on me; you’re here so often. And you have all those essays.” 

“No, I cannot accept.” 

“Please.” Something dark flashes in those pretty eyes. Raphael nods, holding her gaze. The bastard slips the bills into the tip jar, smirking at her. So proud of himself. Tav rolls her eyes. “Very clever.” 

“I thought it was an excellent move.” The professor tips her a wink. He turns to go.

“Professor?” 

He stops, chuckling. “Raphael, please.” 

“Raphael,” she brushes a stray piece of hair back from her forehead. “Do you um…live near here or something? The college is a little…” she makes a vague gesture with her hands. It’s meant to approximate the distance, but it…doesn’t. 

“Not at all.” Raphael holds up his cup in salute. “But I’m willing to sacrifice the time for the…quality of this fine establishment.” He dips his chin, dropping into a half bow that would look ridiculous on a less charismatic man. “Until tomorrow, my dear.” 

Tav stares after him long after he’s disappeared. Her head is doing that buzzing thing, which is probably why she doesn’t realize her friends have pressed in on either side of her. Shadowheart flicks Tav’s cheek. 

“You do realize what you have to do, yes?” 

She knows the answer. Oh, god, she knows what they’re going to say, and she dreads it. “Yeah. I know.” 

And the little shits say it together like it's a bad romantic comedy. “You have to fuck him.” 

“I have to fuck him.” 

[weirdmarioenemies]

Name: Tenshi

Debut: WarioWare, Inc.: Mega Microgame$!

I know what you're thinking. It's been four grueling days since the last post about some kind of fictional cube. Don't worry! Cube delivery right here! Even the most humble of gray blocks is a beautiful and valuable thing. Far too valuable for some schmuck like ME to touch with my oily, mortal, mammal skin. Only the divine can be trusted with delivering this block!

This gray block is the ground for our feathered friend Pyoro! He needs to eat those Beans, and if he can't stand on a solid surface while doing so... well, I can't stand to imagine such a calamity! The beans are ruthless. Just a single gently drifting bean can obliterate a poor block, making a gap Pyoro cannot cross, restricting his movement! What Bad Beans!

But even among Bad Beans, there are some Blessed Beans! When this funny bird eats the right bean, something happens. The heavens are notified. God must intervene. Even if He may have been watching over the entire universe, He knows something dire has happened in one small area. He can't let the beans prevail. He must send His angels!

That's what Tenshi means! It means Angel. This is one of those funny situations where an entity's name is just a regular word in Japanese, but it has never technically been referred to in English, so we gotta just accept the Japanese name as official until further notice. They come bearing gray cubes from above for Pyoro to scuttle atop! Anything to let him eat some more beans! It's a very important matter!

In WarioWare Gold's remake of Pyoro, as well as Super Pyoro, the Blocks have received a makeover! Please let me know if you were a Gray Block Enthusiast who is miffed about them now being made of real dirt and grass and looking kinda Minecrafty! I feel neutral to good about the change, though. It's a handsome block. Maybe it can be argued that it lessens the strange ambiguity of Pyoro's whole situation for the blocks to be more "realistic". But if that is a concern to you, then maybe you should think about other things. Sorry. Look, Tenshi now has a halo in game! Yay.

Super Pyoro introduces a few new mechanics to the classic gameplay, including a new Hidden Bonus Area in space! Here, beans abound on conveyor belts, being put there by food service Tenshi wearing little uniforms! Retail workers are the real angels!

To get to this stage, you must allow a beanstalk to grow by letting a bean fall through a hole in the ground... will you sacrifice one of our beloved Blocks to let this happen? Is it worth it? Does the presence of unique Cloud Blocks in the bonus area make up for it? It is up to you! And up to Anubis when he inevitably weighs your heart someday! I hope you made the right decision!

Tenshi is a very Ko Takeuchi character design, by which I mean it is one of those very simple Little White Guys he is always drawing. All the time! Rhythm Heaven is full of them, not nearly limited to just the Chorus Kids, and WarioWare gets its fair share of them, too! What can I say! The man just loves to draw Little White Guys!

[vioartemis]

When I'm gone

(Ava Silva x fem! reader)

Summary: It’s easy to fall in love with a warrior nun, it’s loving the warrior nun that’s the hard part. They’re never yours, they never last. Warnings: angst, blood, violence, things don't happen exactly like in the series a/n: couldn't find any Ava fics, guess I have to do it myself 🥲 (English isn't my first language, I'm sorry if there are mistakes or if something doesn't make sense TvT)

When you first met her, you couldn't help but feel some kind of animosity towards Ava. It wasn't her fault, not directly, but knowing she had the Halo hurt you.

She had never been prepared for it, never trained, never aspired to become the warrior nun, never even knew it existed, yet the Halo chose her. You couldn't seem to find why.

What did she have that made her so special the Halo didn't reject her? What did she have that you didn't? You who trained hard all these years to have your chance with the halo, only to be rejected by it after a few months.

The scar still burnt somedays, reminding you of your failure.

But was it really that much of a bad thing? You were reconsidering it now.

If the halo hadn't rejected you, it would've never gone to Shannon, and therefore never reached Ava. Which would mean never meet her, and never falling for her. Because that's what was happening.

You were falling in love with Ava Silva. And the fat that you had to share an apartment -even if Beatrice was here too- did not help in any way. Nor did the all working-together-at-the-bar-all-day thing. There was never a moment when she wasn't near you.

You weren't complaining, of course, but sometimes you wished for a break. A little one. Tiny little one. Just to have some time to think and try to sort it out.

You were lost, to say the least. Not that you ever had the homophobia speech, you weren't aware of your sexuality until you realized you were falling for Ava. You still weren't exactly sure of it. All you knew was that you loved her, and the chances she liked you too were almost nonexistent.

If only Mary was here... She had disappeared since the fight with Adriel, and you were all worried.

Recently some blond guy started coming to the bar, and you had the feeling he liked her. You were in denial for Ava's side, not wanting to even think about it.

"I think we should talk about what Miguel told me"

You rolled your eyes internally, not so happy to talk about him during your free time with Ava.

"I thought you wanted to go to the party tonight?"

"I do! We can talk when we're there" the brunette replied, turning around to face you as you were both walking towards the bar you worked at during the day

"Can we talk about this later? And just enjoy the night? Please"

You gave her puppy eyes, and of course she gave in. She couldn't say no to you.

So you partied, danced, talked... It was the most fun you've had in a long time.

"Are you going to let me drink alone?" Ava teased you after some shots

"You need someone to bring you home safe"

"Hey, I'm the warrior nun, I can defend myself!"

You chuckled, shook your head, and took the shot from her hand before drinking it. Ava cheered with a big grin and asked for more shots.

"This is going to be so fun!"

You spent most of the night drinking and dancing together, and you had to admit, it was really fun.

The more you were drinking, the more you found her attractive. But maybe it was just the way she looked at you that made you want to kiss her so badly. She had something in her eyes, something that you didn't notice before.

She looked at you for longer than she usually did, and you could swear you saw her eyes shine the more she looked at you.

It was becoming really hard not to give in and kiss her. Especially since she had her hands on your waist while you were dancing. She was just so close to you, you could smell her perfume, feel her breath on your face.

Unconsciously you must have leaned in, because after a few minutes you were only inches appart. And she didn't seem to mind. Quite the contrary.

She was looking directly into your eyes, lips slightly parted, as if she was also holding back. She was waiting for any sign of approval, anything that could tell her you wanted it to happen.

You leaned in a bit more, just enough for her to back away if she wanted to, but instead of doing so, she pressed her soft lips against yours in a gentle kiss.

When you opened your eyes, you were in your bed, in Ava's arms. She was playing with your hair with a soft smile.

"Good morning"

You tried to sit up, but she held you down.

"Stay here just a bit more, okay? I want to keep this moment going"

It was your turn to smile this time, but quickly you frowned.

"When did we get back from the bar? I don't remember well..."

Ava chuckled and told you how you were pretty drunk, and she almost had to carry you home. Apparently, you insisted a lot for her to sleep with you, which she found really cute.

"You also asked me if I thought we'd find each other in our next life"

You were embarrassed by that last bit, but happy to be with her more than anything else. You stayed in each other's arms a bit more before she finally spoke again.

"Why didn't you tell me for the Halo?"

You were surprised by the sudden question, and not sure to understand what she meant.

"I saw the scar..." she continued

Oh... That's what she meant.

You sat up, playing with your fingers nervously, ashamed.

"I'm sorry. I wanted to tell you but... I was scared. I didn't want you to think of me as failure"

She cupped your face softly, forcing you to look at her.

"You're not a failure. Don't ever say that again"

Then, she kissed you tenderly and hugged you tightly.

"I wanted to do that for so long" she admitted with a little laugh

"You should've tried sooner then"

You both laughed at yourselves.

<><><><> ♡ <><><><>

Things went terribly wrong. The plan to put the thorn crown on Adriel's head failed, and now all hope seemed lost. Mother Superion almost died, Camila and Yasmine too... You were not sure there was a chance to win anymore.

But Ava came up with a plan with Jillian's help. What could you possibly lose trying?

"The Arc should be here! Why isn't it here?"

Yasmine clearly started to panic at the empty spot before you.

"Jillian lied to us." Beatrice sternly said

"But why?"

"Because I asked her to"

You didn't need her to say more to know. It was enough for you to understand everything she had planned.

"No... please..."

When Ava looked at you, the expression on her face broke your heart.

"I'm sorry Y/n, but it's the only way..."

"There has to be something else! It's not- it can't-" you stumbled on your words; eyes filled with tears

"I'm afraid there's not..." your girlfriend said as she got closer to you and cupped your face

"It's so unfair..."

"... I know. I'm sorry"

She looked directly into your eyes, as if she was trying to print your image in her mind. Her own eyes were filled with so many emotions, it was obvious it was hard for her to do that.

She smiled sadly and pulled you in for a last kiss, a goodbye kiss.

Tears were rolling down your cheeks at this point, and as soon as she pulled away from the kiss you wrapped your arms around her in a tight hug.

"Please don't go... We can find something else... Please..."

"... I promise to find you in my next life"

She only let you a second before phasing through the floor and disappearing, causing you to fall on your knees, broken.

Letting the love of your life sacrifice herself was not an option. With Yasmine and Bea's help you managed to find where the Arc was, and so where Ava was.

You felt terribly guilty not to have understood what she was about to do. You should have seen it, seen a sign, something, anything. But you didn't, and now because of you she was about to die.

She had been called selfish in the past, putting her safety first, and got in trouble for that, but you would give everything you had for her to do that again -save her life and flee.

When you arrived in the room Ava was in, the first thing you noticed was her fighting against both Adriel and Lilith. Adriel had managed to push her back to the entrance of the room, towards where Miguel's body was lying on the floor.

She gave a look at the blonde's body, before looking back at her opponent.

That's where everything clicked. It was now. She was about to sacrifice herself right now. You could easily guess what she was about to do thanks to a conversation you overheard between her and Miguel.

He had a bomb, and she was about to activate it to kill Adriel, even if it meant dying with him. And you couldn't let her do that.

Just as she was about to use the Halo, you ran towards her.

When the bomb exploded, you were between her and Miguel's body. Exactly where you wanted to be. Your body acted like a shield, protecting her from the shards of the bomb.

Adriel was also badly hurt.

"Take that motherf-fucker" you managed to say before falling face first

Luckily, Ava caught you before you touched the ground, but honestly it wouldn't have changed anything. You were... barely alive. Ava could feel it.

She held you in her arms, trying to see if she could do anything to save you.

"Why did you do that? I should've-"

"Because..." you cut her off "Because you deserve to live. Your life... had been stolen, taken away from you all these years... You deserve to have your life back" you struggled to speak properly because of the pain, but did your best to keep a smile, even if it was weak.

"But you deserve to live too!"

"I lived... a good life. I did what I was supposed to. Now it's your turn to enjoy life"

"How am I supposed to enjoy anything if you're not with me?"

You could clearly hear her voice breaking and see tears in her eyes. You didn't want her to be sad, but it was the only way to save her.

"I'm sorry" you said quietly "Do me a favor... When I'm gone, I want you to wipe those tears away and smile. You're so pretty when you smile... I wish I could see you smile again..."

You let out a sad chuckle.

"No... no you can't-"

"I'm so happy I met you..." you didn't let her finish her sentence "You're the best thing that happened to me, I hope you know that... I've never been so happy to be alive since I met you... You're my ray of sunshine, my light when everything is dark..."

You were well aware that this was very cheesy and cliché, but you had to let her know how you felt. You never really talked about it before, thinking you had time to do so later.

You put a hand on her cheek, softly wiping a tear away, leaving a bit of blood on her skin. You pulled her closer and looked into her eyes one last time. Your lips were only inches apart.

"I love you" you whispered before kissing her

She held you close while she kissed you back, until your hand fell from her face and your whole body went limp. The scream of distress she let out could break anyone's heart easily.

She kept you close for a while, holding you against her, crying in the crook of your neck.

The shine of the Halo made her look like an angel. The most beautiful angel the earth had ever known.

[yusume-the-writer]

𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐃𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞

I decided to do this, because Domina is my favorite character in the work and HE NEEDS AND DESERVES ALL THE LOVE IN THE WORLD *ahem* anyway, as I said I saw little about him, I decided to do it

 (English is not my native language, so I'm sorry if there are any grammatical errors, and if there are, please let me know. I would be grateful to improve my English, and there is no need to use a translator)

   

           *╔═══❖•ೋ° °ೋ•❖═══╗*

It's very difficult to say what Domina's main love language would be, but if I were to choose one, I would say it would be acts of service

 ↑ It doesn't matter if it's something that you don't need help with or that you can do alone, Domina always appears to lend a hand or do it for you

 ↑ But if you do the same thing, you may notice a slight reddish tone at the tips of his ears and the softest smile that has been seen by humanity

 You become practically the only person who can calm him down when he is furious

 ↑ More specifically, you calm his anger and hatred to the point where he finds it strange that he doesn't feel angry about certain things (his brother Mash)

 Your relationship is very private, but that doesn't mean it's a secret from others.

 ↑ Some people think you're lying when you say you're dating Domina, and they make fun of you or tell you not to say stupid things

 ↑ This is because you don't act much like a couple and also because some people think that Domina would be with someone 'superior' to you (don't let Domina know this if you don't want anyone to leave without a life)

 ↑ You're kind of used to it, so you just ignore it and say something like "believe what you want" and then leave to spend time with Domina

Even before you guys weren't dating, Domina showed favoritism toward you

 ↑For example, every time he is in a group activity and you are not there, Domina watches and gives some tips here and there, and he would only do something if necessary

 ↑ However.... with you and another story, every time you are together in a group activity, Domina participates more than usual and does everything to make it happen perfectly

 ↑ If this happens, please praise him and say you are proud of him. The poor guy deserves all the love he can get

 Kind of like Domina doesn't like PDA, since he prefers his relationship away from people's eyes, and in case someone tries to do something bad to you because of him (something impossible knowing Domina's strength),

 ↑ But inside the room? Oh boy, he'll almost jump on you if he's too needy

 He prefers to be the little spoon (but sometimes he is the big spoon), since he feels loved that way

 ↑ So it's more common for him to always rest his head on your chest or hide his head on your neck

 ↑ One time you were curious why he likes to rest his head on your chest, and he kind of replies, "I like listening to your heartbeat, that's all," with a smile with his eyes closed

I consider that Domina doesn't have a good sleep routine because he goes out at night to kill people (chap. 82), so when you're so gentle when playing with his hair, he kind of starts to fall asleep

 ↑ Please let him rest his head on your chest, play with his hair, and let him sleep, he is really grateful for that, and then he can be rewarded with lots of kisses

 Another thing that should not be left aside is that he is freezing, thus making him like your warmth.

 ↑ But how come he has a cold body like a corpse? I don't even know, I just know that he really appreciates your body heat

 Domina is sometimes a little shy when she receives your demonstrations of love, her ears turn slightly red

 ↑ But do you want to see him a blushing mess? Well, just give him a surprise hug, but not just any surprise hug, this moment must be the MOST RANDOM moment

↑ Like, when you see Domina just doing something, you just run up to him, jump on him and cling to him like a koala. You'll probably fall down, but it's cute to hear the strangled scream he lets out, and he also gets really embarrassed and starts stuttering until he finally gives up and has to hug him too

As said in the fan book, Domina is always everywhere but never seen/found

 ↑ However, every time you go looking for Domina, you always manage to find her, unlike other people

 ↑ Every time they ask you, you kind of answer, "I don't know, I just think about where he would be and go to that place." Like, bro, how?????????

 ↑ So people kind of go looking for you so they can find Domina

 Study meeting

 ↑ Domina likes to help you with the simplest things possible, so he will always help you learn about Black Magic, while you help him learn about the History of Magic and Politics

 

 He is jealous

 ↑ But not worrying and such, he already knows that you love him and that you would never betray him

 ↑ However.... he doesn't like it when people get too close to you in a very 'friendly' way, he stares angrily until he starts to get depressed

 ↑ He starts thinking about how this person can be better than him, how they can give him the love he can't give because he doesn't understand this concept of a normal relationship since he is the son of a criminal, like...

 ↑ Please comfort him and tell him that after all these problems, you still love him

 ↑ This might make him cry because you love him even though he shows an emotional and weak side

You gifted him a stuffed naval

 ↑ Unbeknownst to you, the plush has become Domina's comfort item, and every time you are apart for a long period of time, he snuggles up to it

 ↑ He will never talk to you, his pride won't let him

 You once went to a secluded beach on a date and sat looking at the waves

 ↑ At certain times, Domina mentioned some facts about aquatic beings here and there

 ↑ And after a moment, you asked Domina if she wanted to look for shells, and he agreed. You found several shells, and they kind of became a symbol of your relationship

 ↑ It may be something simple, but it really was a unique experience for Domina is so calm without worrying about her father's duties and just spending time with her s/o

 No matter how much time passes, Domina will never forget the feeling of being loved just for himself, and he is grateful that you were the one who taught him about that feeling.

              *╚═══❖•ೋ° °ೋ•❖═══╝*

[lostfirefly]

Let's stay together, loving you whether, whether times are good and bad, happy or sad

The idea for this one-shot came to me last night. I know there are a lot of fanfictions about someone is braiding Buggy's hair, but let's be honest, we all want to do it :)

Buggy had a rough day, he came home upset and got a share of comfort from his Cathie-pie :)

Warnings: Fluff (ponies and unicorns are still here)

Words: 1596

Buggy x OC from my “You’ve Got the Same Dream as Me” series.

The title is taken from "Let's stay together" by Al Green

English is not my native language, errors may occur. As always, feel free to share your thoughts :)

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It was already late. Catherine was sitting on the couch, sipping wine and watching a movie when she heard the front door open and close with a big bang. From the hallway came the endless grumbling of "they can't do anything," "fucking idiots." The sound of heavy, shuffling footsteps, accompanied by a disgruntled growl grew closer.  

Catherine set her glass down on the table next to the couch and was already greet her beloved clown. Buggy came into the living room. 

"My Buggy Bear! You're home!" She smiled broadly and held out her hand to him, inviting him to join her on the couch. “Come here! I missed you.”

Buggy looked at her for a few seconds, sighed heavily and headed for the bedroom. All she heard was the bed creak as he fell on top of it with his whole body. 

“Is everything ok?” Catherine asked from the couch but in response she received only heavy sighs, sobbing and grumbling into the pillow. She got up and went to the bedroom.

“What happened?” Catherine saw Buggy lying face down in the pillow, his head, arms and legs lying separately from his body. “Oh God, something really must have happened to make you fall apart,” she said in a slightly mocking tone. “At least you’re not pouring blood all over here. I'd be tired of cleaning up after you.”

Catherine carefully crawled over the body and sat down next to him. She took one of his detached hands in her hand and with the other hand began to stroke his body on the back. Sounds of pleasure came from the pillow. Catherine smiled and continued stroking and slightly scratching his back.

“Do you want to talk?” She asked quietly. She placed his hand next to her and began to lightly scratch it with her fingers. Catherine could barely contain her laughter when she saw the fingers on his hand begin to twitch joyfully.

“T..a..i.. evrh is fllng apt..” The sounds of muttering mixed with the sounds of pleasure were muffled in the pillow.

“What? I don't understand what you're grumbling about, my silly clown.” Catherine started laughing slightly.

Buggy turned his head over on the pillow and glanced at Catherine with wet eyes. “Fuck! I said they are idiots, everything is falling apart. Jugglers don't know how to juggle, acrobats get confused in their movements. The show is already in a week but it feels like I’m not running a professional circus, I’m running a fucking kindergarten… I swear God, if I had bombs, I’d... Oh, fuck, Cathie-pie, don't stop." He instinctively put his back under the scratching movement of her hands. "So good."

“Come on, I'm sure it's not so bad.”

“Not bad? Today a fakir set a mime on fire. Oh, shit, yes. The juggler kept dropping his balls. Oh, shit, yes. Trust me, cotton candy, you're a better juggler than this bunch of idiots." 

"I'm flattered by your high rating but do you remember how your last training session ended for me? Sorry, honey, but all the tomatoes died a horrible death on the floor." 

"The knife thrower almost hit me." He said irritably. 

"This is completely beyond the bounds. Only I have the right to throw knives at you." She leaned over and kissed the top of his head. “I'm sure everything will work out. And you know why?” Catherine started saying compliments between kisses. “You're great.” Smack. “You’re smart.” Smack. “Strong.” Smack. “Handsome.” Smack. “Funny.” Smack. “You have the most successful and amazing circus not only in Cairo but in all of Egypt. Today is just a bad day.” Smack, smack. 

The head on the pillow looked at Catherine for a minute and Buggy finally collected his whole body back.

“That's my boy! Hi! Come here.” She smiled and wiggled her fingers slightly, inviting him to move closer.

Buggy carefully moved towards her, laid his head on her chest and sighed heavily. 

“Oh, my silly clown. Everything will be fine! How can I help you?” She ran her hands down his back. “Do you want me to make your favorite macaroni and cheese?”. Buggy mumbled "nah". 

“Or your favorite tacos?” Catherine received one more “nah” in response. “Okay. We still have your favorite donuts with cherry jam. But if you want, I can go and buy you donuts with peach jam. Do you want me to bring you some whiskey and donuts to our bed?"

He shook his head. “Don't go anywhere, please. Can we just lie like this for a while?”

“Of course, my Buggy Bear. We can hang out like this all evening if you want.” She kissed the top of his head twice. 

“This Is still a terrible nickname, baby. When are you going to change it?” He muttered, almost without opening his mouth. 

Catherine said "shush", carefully removed his bandana and began straightening his long blue hair. With one hand, she gently ran her fingers through his hair, twirling it around her index finger. The second hand hugged his back. 

Buggy hugged her with both arms, his head remained on her chest. He sighed heavily once again and said quietly. “Why are you with me?”

“I thought we figured this out a long time ago. Because I love you.” 

“Yes, I recall something like that.” He chuckled. “Someone told me that in my circus.” 

“It was me, you idiot. In your tent. The last time I carelessly brought you sandwiches, thinking my stupid boyfriend was starving to death in there. And he started behaving inappropriately."

“Oh yes, I remember that day. One beautiful girl sat on me and I brought her to the main point sev..."

Catherine tsked at him. "Don't you dare continue that phrase, you bastard." She reddened. 

He laughed but abruptly became sad. “You're too good for me. But I'm glad you're with me. Even if I don't deserve it. I’m glad.."

She kissed the top of his head again. "Don't say this shit, please." She placed one hand on the top of his head and began scratching it lightly. With her other hand, she ran it down his back.

“Oh, shit. It's too good. Please, don't stop.” He instinctively moved his head a little closer to her hand. His movements began to resemble those of a cat. 

“You like that?” 

“Fuck, yes.” 

Catherine began to move gently all over his head. In response, she heard something that sounded like purring.

“Oh, dear God. It feels so-o-o good, my cotton candy. Please, don't stop. Fuck. So, so good.” 

“My blue-haired cat, you ok?” She giggled softly.

“I’m totally okay. Did I tell you how much I adore you?” 

“Really? I’ve never heard that. Who are you the man I’m scratching and what did you do with my silent, unemotional boyfriend?” 

“Little shit!” He moved closer to her. “So warm…You're so warm, my cotton candy. Warm and kind..and..”

He didn't finish his sentence and sighed once again. 

Cather continued massaging his head. “Do you feel better?” 

“Uh-huh,” Buggy said, barely quiet. “So-o so good. I dn dsr u.”

“What did you just say?” She asked softly and raised her right eyebrow.

“Nothing.” He gently removed her hand, sat down on the bed and leaned his back on the headboard. 

Catherine immediately sat down next to him, placing her legs under her buttocks. She stroked his face, took two strands of his hair and started braiding them into little pigtails.

Buggy looked at her and didn't know how to react. “What are you doing?”

“I’m having fun and you are not allowed to say anything. Your hair is so long and beautiful it's hard to resist and not to play with them. Have I ever told you that your hair color is my favorite shade of blue?”

Buggy really tried to pretend he didn't like that Catherine touched his hair. “Cathie-pie, stop, please. Don't turn me into Bob Marley.”

“Bob Marley had dreadlocks, stupid clown. And if you keep me from having fun, I'll braid them for you.” She took two strands on the other side and started braiding his hair there. “You see. Now you look like a grumpy cat with braids.” She mocked his face, pecked him on his nose and started braiding another one pigtail. 

Buggy followed her movements with his eyes for several minutes, sighing occasionally. 

“Why do I let you treat me like this?” He rolled his eyes and crossed his hands. 

Catherine unbraided and braided his hair, humming softly under her breath.

“You're so lucky I love you.” Buggy said quietly. 

“Or what? What would you do if you didn't love me?” 

His face instantly changed. “I would do that.” Buggy abruptly pulled Catherine onto his lap, making her sit facing him. She only managed to squeal.

“What the fuck? You were dying and whining five minutes ago.” She asked in a surprised high voice.

“Who's been dying and whining? It wasn't me. You've got me mixed with someone else.” He put his arms around her, pulled her against him, and smashed his lips into hers.

“Nooo!!” Catherine leaned back. 

“It's all your fault again, cotton candy. You've entered forbidden territory.” He pulled her back and started kissing her neck.

“Please, no. Let's go to the kitchen and eat donuts." Catherine tried to gently push him away, realizing she was losing control. 

“Na-ah.” He ran his lips along her neck, then kissed her lips and moved to the other side of her neck.

“Oh, I hate you with all my heart, fucking clown!” She said in a weak voice and began to take off his T-shirt. 

[boonsmoon]

Hey I wanted to ask if you could write character x reader with Crimson from Ragna Crimson? I don't have any request regarding the setting or anything else in that matter. You have a free hand on that part :3 And sorry if I sound stiff but english isn't my first language

i love you /platonic Crimson is my favorite character like <3 thanking Miku that Ragna Crimson simps exist on this site LMAO spoilers/references to chapter 50+

Request Chungus Masterlist Ragna Crimson Masterlist Series ML Crimson x f!reader Genres: Oneshot|Fluff|Romantic

Traitors Love

You two were close. Not close as in being linked through Crimson's powers. It was more of a mutual liking you took towards each other. Of course, it's not hard when you both are considered traitors to your kin.

Despite sharing the status of traitor, you both differed in various ways. While both superior dragons, neither of you came from the same bloodline. You are one of the rare Claw Brethren. There is also the act of betrayal. You've never held a monarch role like Crimson, so you simply left your previous ways of genocide on humans.

However, you both share a common goal, to take down the Dragon God. Except you didn't foresee that after working together for years, you would start to fall for the heartless mastermind.

But he wasn't truly heartless, you know this. No one got close to Crimson like you. In fact, you are the only living dragon other than Borgius to have seen Crimson in his monarch days. And you must say, it was quite the look.

All that being said, you have finally wiped out a bloodline, the Winged one at that! And you couldn't be happier to have done that, especially with Crimson at your side. Though you suppose the human deserves some credit.

"What we'll do is stay with the Sun Cult and follow their plans. Of course, this is subject to change, as you can't blindly follow homicidal cultists," Crimson was setting up the team's new plan since y'all don't really have one beyond killing dragons.

The team, of course, listened to the brains. Plus, you can't really put your trust in an organization willing to sacrifice their own people... With the end of the talk, each member dispersed to do as they pleased with their new free time. That left you to spend your time with Crimson...

"Tell me, do you really believe that boy will follow any plans the cult gives him?" You personally thought this human would ignore the Sun Cult as a whole, which ya know, makes a lot of sense.

Crimson smirked, but you could feel a mix of disappointment and anger coming off him, "I expect him to, but of course an ignorant brat who only cares about getting rid of bloodlines as soon as possible could derail my entire plan..."

You stared off into nothing, knowing there's not much comfort you can provide. You both sat on the loveseat, planning to have some productive conversation. Or at least you thought so.

Crimson broke the silence, surprisingly getting a bit emotional. Obviously, you couldn't tell from a glance at his face though. "Why are you so stupid as to stay around and follow my plans?"

You were stunned, Crimson is always so proud of his plans, shouldn't he be glad you follow without question?

"You have the strength to destroy a superior dragon, to fight one until daylight and watch it burn. So why don't you?" Crimson is praising you; something isn't right here.

You, getting caught in your feelings after so many centuries, thought saying the first thing that came to mind was absolutely genius, "have you ever considered it's because I love you?" NO- GO BACK GO BACK GO BACK.

No, you cannot go back. Now deal with the consequences of your actions. The consequences aren't that bad actually, it's just a reply, "wow, you're dumber than I thought."

Are you dumb? Sorta. You did fall for quite possibly the biggest asshole to walk this earth.

Now it'd be smart to shut up, yes? No, you will continue, but this time make it cringe, "I'm an idiot, but I can be your idiot."

With a look of shock to a sly smirk, Crimson says, "always have been." You are hiding in your hands, you foolish fool, how did you not see it?

Crimson moves your hands and slowly kisses you. Yeah, you definitely wanna kill the entire dragon species with this person. <3

i wrote this listening to International Love 👍

kinda cringe but gotta embrace it

[coffeeandbatboys]

Hi!!! I'm @bad4amficideas (dirty r18 sideblog because real people know main 😱) Congratulations on your followers🤯

I would like, please and thank you, to request a matchup. Of course if you want to delete this message I completely understand! (In advance, sorry for my English)

I am a woman (going ancient if you follow internet nomenclatures. middle ages welcome back i swear) I'm demiromantic pansexual, who thinks herself as shy and introverted... with a poker, resting bitch face worthy of Crosshair (or a soaked kitten). Depressed, socially awkward, and sometimes really misanthropic -even with my family and I love them-, though people like, always said I'm real kind and sweet, and hardworking ??? 🧐kinda clumsy/akward (not best at self esteem ik). Moody, really stubborn, conscientious, dignified/honorable, loyal, passive agressive, spiteful (...actually I'm a very shy decent girl but I don't recommend touching my people, I cry with rage so I make you feel guilty while I bite you) and when it’s something that I’m passionate about, I’m a force of nature, I feel myself shine and people irl seems to like talk with me about fandom ☺️ I can and will ramble for hours to end. Relaxed I'm a daydreamer, kinda scatterbrainer (some say I think to fast and can't keep up with my mouth) I love read fiction/fantasy/myth at times with romantic touchs, lots of smut and daydream. I collect merchandise expecific plushes *hunting lula atm ❤️‍🔥, damn why i must be european! This is chirithy and courage and lopmon hunting all again... but i got them. Just wait lula, wait 😈😈😈😈*

I am a little alienated from my body because id like it, but I am a ciswoman with Little chest and a lot of ass. long brown hair, freckles 🥰, on light skin and a very pretty 🥰 gray-green eye color, some say blue.

That was very long. A thousand pardons and congratulations again!

Welcome! (And don’t worry, your English is very good).

I’ll let Helena take it over from here 🩷

Helena: hello, friend!

After reviewing the information given, and some conversation with a regular at the shop, I have decided to pair you with Sergeant Sinker of the Wolfpack!

gif by @kamino-coruscant

Sinker was always taught by his non–vode superiors on Kamino that he was property of the GAR and nothing more. So once the two of you are officially together, he can’t get over the fact that you’d choose him. Just the thought makes him fall in love a little more every day.

Sinker has a dry sense of humor, so you can expect some witty banter from him. When you’re not feeling the best, he’ll know when to set the snark aside in favor of helping you. Sinker can be patient when the situation calls for it. It may take a while, but the two of you will begin to enjoy each other’s presence even when it’s just a comfortable silence.

He thinks nothing bad about your clumsiness. If you are to trip while he’s close enough, this man will catch you before you get hurt. And when it comes to self esteem, he has no problem telling you—or showing you—how much he loves you.

He will support you whenever you face a problem that you’re passionate about (and he will have internal heart eyes watching you go after it too). He admires your dedication and loyalty.

After getting to know you and your hobbies, he'll find himself actively seeking out shops that sell plushes and intriguing fantasy books so he can bring one home to you (with the his dad's General's help, of course).

As for your body image, a negative thought will never cross his mind unless you bring it up. He thinks that you’re just as beautiful inside as out. And he will feel so incredibly lucky to have someone like you to love.

Well, here’s his comm link code…I’d stick around for a little while longer but I gotta go—customers lining up!

400 follower celebration at Midnight Oil caf house

[augusteofarles]

WIP WEDNESDAY

Tagged by: astrosxnthesis (literally ages ago i'm sorry I'm such a sporadic writer and also life has been kicking my ass back into the stratosphere :D)

I caught the IWTV flu and it's fatal I fear, so here's a something I've been working on inspired by fanart that I saw on twitter that I am still looking to find again to credit 😭

oh also its not Wednesday! SUE ME!

Loustat childhood friends/neighbors AU!

TW: implied child abuse

Louis and Lestat are both about 6 years old here and I’ve made myself both melt and tear up writing it😭

“Why are you here?” the boy says slowly, in English instead. Louis sighs. This boy must either be stupid or rude. “This is my fortress,” he says, chin raised high.  “Forest?” Lestat repeats in that funny way that he speaks, looking confused.  Louis rolls his eyes. He doesn’t know the word in French and doesn’t really care to remember. “This,” he says instead, making a wide motion with his arm at the room around them, “is mine.” Lestat pouts and folds his arms in front of him too. “I didn’t see your name on it,” he says in French.  This boy is both stupid and rude, Louis decides.  “That’s my house, right there,” Louis points towards the connecting door leading to his bedroom and further to the house.  Well, it’s his parents’ house, technically, but it’s where he lives! “And this,” Louis points around again, putting a firm foot down, “is mine.”  Lestat frowns and then points at the window to the opposite side, “ma maison.”  Louis is confused for a moment until he thinks, Oh, this boy must be with the new family that had moved into the next door neighbor’s guest house who had “an ostentatious amount of furniture for people who were renters.”  Or so mama had said, peeking out the window with a dissatisfied eyebrow raised. Daddy had tsked and said, “Now, now, Florence, remember Matthews 7:1.” Louis isn’t sure what ‘ostentatious’ means, but he thinks maybe Lestat is ostentatious for breaking into his secret playroom without permission.  “That’s rude,” he says instead because he doesn’t think Lestat is smart enough to know what ‘ostentatious’ is and Louis’ not sure if he’ll pronounce it right. “You have to ask permission before entering.” Lestat frowns, eyes roaming around the room as though properly seeing it for the first time—the big tent that daddy had moved here once Gracie had stopped using it—it was stupidly pink, but Louis had allowed it in place of having no tent at all—the little green toy soldiers lining the bookshelves holding his and Paul’s books, the small storage containers packed to the brim with the family ski equipment. “C'est vraiment tout à toi?” Lestat mumbles.  “Oui,” says Louis, “see there,” he points at the wall by the flat mattress, “those are my initials. Mine and my lil’ brother and sister’s.” “Oh.” Lestat looks down at his shoes and blushes. “D’accord,” he mumbles, “I did not know it was your…fortes.” Louis can’t help the giggle that bursts out of him at the way he says the word. “For-tress,” he corrects. Lestat’s blush deepens and with a huff he makes for the window. Except when he takes a step, he suddenly winces and kneels down on the floor. “What’s wrong?” Louis asks, watching Lestat rub his hand on his knee. “Are you hurt?”  Lestat doesn’t answer, just sits with his head bowed down. His hair is so long and messy that it’s covering his face, so Louis kneels down and peeks his head in under the cascade to take a look at him upside down. “What’s wrong?” he asks again, Lestat’s hair tickling his nose.  Tears are streaming down his cheeks but Lestat doesn’t answer, still. Louis decides that maybe Lestat doesn’t like talking very much at all and so he inspects himself. Lestat’s legs are skinny and pale like the rest of him except that one of his knees looks bigger and redder than the other. “Did you fall?” Louis asks. He pokes a finger at the knee where it's red and then feels bad when Lestat’s head shoots up and he winces. “Sorry,” Louis quickly says, “does it hurt very much?” Lestat just frowns so Louis tries in French,“Es tu tombe?” but that just seems to make him even more upset. More tears slip down his cheeks and Lestat angrily wipes at them and hides his face behind his hair again.  Now that Louis is really seeing—and not so mad anymore at Lestat’s rude intrusion of his fortress—he thinks his eyes had been red from the start and that his face had been stricken with dry tear tracks like Gracie’s gets after a very loud meltdown at the zoo. He must be embarrassed about falling then, Louis decides.

Tagging astrosxnthesis back because it's been so long since this 😂 (and anyone else who'd like to participate)

PS: I'm sure the french is abhorrent (thanks google translate) in this so feel free to correct me if you please.

[mati-river]

i wld love 2 hear ur theroy abt ginasfs being abt pete falling out of love with patrick and in love with mikey pls do explain cus this is wht ive been thinking of recently when i listen to it

Well, let's start (sorry in advance for my english 'cause it's not my native language)

I am hardcore Petekey truther and I believe that Pete had a crush on Patrick but Patrick is too straight for all of this. (I had a crush on my best friend before we became best friends and I can feel what Pete feels, you know) This is an initial point of my theory.

Pete Wentz was totally obsessed with Mikey Way in 2005-2007 while also was crippled by hard depression at 27. Mikey wasn't in love with him back, I think they had "friends with benefits" kind of thing as Mikey thought about it, but Pete was totally in love. "monster fall in love with a boy with no heart? actually i’m pretty sure you have a heart, but i’m just as certain it’ll never be mine." Oh I hate Pete's posts so hard I can't stop crying about those over and over again.

But before Summer of Like, Pete was obsessed with Patrick. It was a love at first sight, all of that "socks, shorts and an argyle sweater" thing. They hadn't any sexual relationship 'cause Patrick didn't want any relationship except friendship with Pete but Pete wanted everything. "It’s Not a Side Effect of the Cocaine, I Think It Must Be Love" is about it. "I’ve Got a Dark Alley and a Bad Idea That Says You Should Shut Your Mouth" is partly about it. Pete wanted to come out (as bi I suppose) but it was 2005 and he couldn't afford to. And Patrick didn't want him. He loved him as a friend already but nothing more, but he was too shy and supportive to totally reject Pete's love. It isn't healthy thing at all but sometimes friends who really love you back but only as a friend do this for your mentally unstable ass. It's not the same thing as some "friend zone" stuff 'cause this person actually loves you back but not romantically and just don't want to break your heart. This isn't healthy but sometimes it's the only right choice to make.

Pete Wentz was smoldered over Patrick Stump for years and then Summer of Like happened so Pete flared up for Mikey Way.

So when we figured out all the things about this situation in general, let's finally talk about G.I.N.A.S.F.S.

As a person who ships both Petekey and Peterick I've been thinking about this song a lot. I love Pete's poetry and love to overanalyze it again and again, so in my desire to understand this song I decided to start from most obvious line "Trade baby blues for wide eyed browns" 'cause, you know:

So I started to think about this song in the prism of this line. Like all other Pete's songs, this one is about his mental state. This is the most loved thing about Pete's poetry to me - this man cannot write "just a song", all of them are so personal. So, Pete wasn't mentally stable at all, the second verse and a bridge clearly said about an attempts and since all about Pete's attempts is really unclear, I still think that logically you in "you saved my life" was Patrick just 'cause he was around at this time in contrast to Mikey. So I can only speculate about "Photo-proofed kisses" line, I can, but I don't really want to, at least here and now.

Well, okay, let's figure out the chorus. In the prism of all future lyrics about Mikey Way, "It's a strange way of saying that I know I'm supposed to love you" isn't about him 'cause Pete still loved him really hard for this point. So if we come back to "Trade baby blues for wide eyed browns" we can imagine Pete thinks about how easily for him was to fall out of love with Patrick and it's bothering him. I mean, it really kinda devastating when you realize that you actually didn't love someone as hard as you thought you was after you fall into someone else so much harder. Also, I think that Pete was really obsessed with desire to come out in 2004-2005 and it reinforced his love to Patrick. What I'm trying to say - on this point (2004-2005) if Pete would crush on any other guy he would think that it's a love of his life just 'cause this is what happens when you really want to come out. You need an excuse. But it was Patrick, he had a long-term crush on his best friend Patrick, and then when he realised that he wasn't the love of his life (at least, you know, romantically) it was devastating. Also, I think that the second half of the second verse is about that too in a way of "I loved a concept of our relationship more than I actually romantically loved you". You know that feeling when you think about people that you formerly non-reciprocally loved as about your exes even if you actually never were in a romantic relationship? I mean this kind of feeling.

So to sum up, I think that G.I.N.A.S.F.S. is about Patrick but in the prism of Pete's full-time falling into Mikey. That's it, that's my theory. If I confused you even more with it - I'm sorry, you can keep asking leading questions and I'll try to answer. It's not really easy for me to formulate thoughts about all of it even in my native language actually.

[thenoeyebunnynobunsusmaingallery]

[Limbus Company Oc] : Call of Siren (Anderson's story)

This is a working in process story my Limbus Company, Anderson. It could change in the future. The English may not correct and broken.

Where should I start? Oh yes... Since I was born, the dark blue sea was the only thing I saw. Not the warmness from the sunlight nor the gentle wind from the fresh air. But it was all darkness and cold...

My home, Marine Researching Corperation was located under the great lake. My family was a founder of it in order to study about the whale and the unknown sea creature that yet to be discover. Everyone in my family, father and sisters... They all were the researcher who have a lot of well known discovery and famous in the city.

Unlike me... I have no interest in things in this abyss. I wished to stand under the sunlight and feel the fresh air as other people. Though my father was kind enough to grant my wish, but it was not what I really wanted.

There was a few time we could leave to the surface. To the meeting of the researchers, to the formal dinner with other high class people or just a simple talk with other corp in other nest. If my home under the great lake was a kingdom, my father would be the king and I would be his young princess...

High class and untouchable... Sitting high on the throne of isolation.

However, there was the only time that still starring in my heart.

The theater, the play I have seen since I was young. The story of the princess and the prince who fall in love with each othet. The music that echoed in my ears, ringing in my heart. I fell in love at the first sight. Imagine if that could be me, wishing if I could live in the fairytale, wondering if my own prince will come one day.

Because of that interested, I could work as a singer in that theater after my father allowed me to. It was nice to be able to leave to the surface and met more people.

But as the princess of the deep abyss, people still treated me as the higher being.

"She is special."

"The daughter of MR corp."

Everyone looked at me as I was something they couldn't touch. Although we could walk under the sunlight, the ranking still push me away from people, left me in isolation.

But...

"Is anyone there?" The voice of a young man called from the other side of the back stage.

"Y-yes?"

"Eh?! M-Miss Anderson?! W-What are you doing here in the storage room?! It's so dirty! Your outfits would get mess up!"

"P-Please be quiet! People will heard that!"

"S-Sorry. (Whispers) B-But what are you doing here in the storage room? You shouldn't be here..."

"I... I just want to take a break..."

"Take a break? In the storage room? But you have your own room..."

"..."

"Miss Anderson... Is something bothering you? I... normally come here to slack off after boss scold me. Is it also happened to you?"

"... I... I could say that."

"Oh... I'm sorry to hear that. Geez... Even you also got scolding? Why is that?"

"No, it was not like that... I just..."

"... Hmmm... I guess it would be something that I can't understand..."

"..."

"Well... If you want to stay here because of something that bothering you, it must be bad, right? Sometime keeping something with yourself is not good, you must share it with your friend."

"... Friend...?"

"I'm sure you do have someone who can listen to you, right?"

"...No"

"P-Pardon me?"

"N-No... Friend.... I don't have one..."

"How is that possible? You are a nice person!"

"..."

"... Oh... Right... Now I get it..." He sat on the box. "Come to think I rarely to see you talk with people around the theater. I guess that must be your problem..." I nodded to answer him.

"Well, Could you share it with me? I may not good at comfort people, but at least let me listen to your problem. I'm sure it would be better than keep it with yourself. Don't worry, my lips are sealed."

"... If you say so, please listen to my word..."

That man who walked into my life was Hans, he was a fixer of the theater. While others treated me as a higher being or something they can't touch. Hans was the only one who approached me and saw me as a person.

After we met that day, we have been talking for a long time, about our job, the people in the working place, our interest or maybe a random stuff. He was the first person who came and say hi to me when I arrived at work. The one who I looked for when I was on the stage. The one who will listen to me after my hard day. I could call him as my friend, my best friend, or maybe I could call him as my first love. The one who was nice to me not matter who am I, the one who listen to me no matter what I said and the one who will never leave me alone when I sad.

I think I fall in love with him, like the princess in the fairy tale.

But it wouldn't be nice as the tale said. My father wouldn't allow it, so I decided to keep this feeling as a secret. From my father, my sisters and even Hans himself...

I don't want to lost him...

----

One day, MR corp got a new researcher. Her name was Vanessia, she was the ex worker from K corp and decided to move here to do the research from the deep sea creature.

Her skill was wonderful and she did a lot of great job for our corperation. Later she became the secretary of my father and that made me get to know her.

"Ah, you must be Lady Anderson. It's nice to meet you."

I normally not really trust people from the surface much, so we haven't talked that day. I mentioned about her with Hans sometime, he said talk about he used to got a request from K corp once and looks like it was known well for the best medicial treatment.

Funny, I enjoys listen to Hans more than reading the paper from my family's document.

Until the greatest change in my life. When Hans got accident during in work and broke both of his legs. He got sent to the hospital immediatey before I know the news. I rush to the hospital and knows from the doctor that he would never be able to walk again unless he got the K ampules from K corp, which really expensive.

I know I could pay for his medical treatment, but what if my father knows that? He would be mad and do something bad to Hans... I couldn't let that happened! There must be some way to help him... Some way...

And at that time, Vanessia was the one who walked into this.

"Lady Anderson, you look upset today. Is something wrong?"

Was it because I was too naive or I was not aware of this woman? With all the grief and sorrow I have, I told her the whole story and that how it begun...

"I can make the ampules for you."

"What?"

"Don't you remember that I was from K corp? The best of medicial treatment come from that place and the researchers are the high class intelligent and smart."

"Right... But..."

"Don't worry, I won't tell your father about this. But can I ask you a favor for exchange?"

"I do anything!"

I was stupid...

Maybe the quote "Blind love" could be real. Vanessia asked for my voice for making the Ampules. Yes, I realized how strange it was, but I have no idea about how it made. She was the only one who know and I must trust her to save Hans.

I lost my voice...

The voice that I could use for speak and singing. Now everything is all silence... Come to think, Hans wouldn't happy of he knows this. He was selfless and would be mad if I overdo something...

But... It was for him... I want to see him walk again, so we could be able to live under the sunlight and feel the fresh air together...

I got the ampules from Vanessia and left to met Hans before gives it to him in his sleep that night.

But...

Hans woke up and screamed, he choked and vomit in blood. His body slowly turns into a monster, the abnormality. The scream from his mouth was like a suffering siren. Both of legs twisted, turning into the fish tail.

What happened?! What did I do wrong?!

Hans attacked people in the hospital and I had to ran away as far as I could.

There must be something wrong!

Vanessia must know it, but...

It was too late...

When I came back to my home, there was nothing left at all... My father, my sisters or MR corp workers, they all gone... the corp turned into the ruined of silence and the creatures in the labs and outside start to attack the building.

Vanessia was nowhere to be found, my voice is gone, my family is dead, my home is destroyed and my love is no longer with me...

I lost everything...

[laumalikbarnes]

Hey, so i decided to post something here :) I'm an Wattpad writer and i have some readers there, so I believe it can also work here :) just a remind:

*English is not my first idiom!!* Actually, i still learning, I wrote it on Google docs and correct the English in the Google translate, so, if there's something wrong, ignore it, please :)

*warning*: nightmare! It's just a cute imagine of Oscar Piastri cause him is very forgetful in the F1 fandom. Enjoy it! <3

— hmm... Hi? - you whisper when the phone is answered, you're not sure why because you're home alone.

- What happened, honey? — the voice on the other end of the line is thick and sends a shiver down your spine, Oscar must have woken up already, makes sense considering it's 3 am.

“I… Hm… I had a nightmare…” Your voice is still low, you're embarrassed. All of a sudden, calling your boyfriend in the middle of the twilight when he's halfway across the world just because you had a nightmare seems ridiculous. "I'm sorry honey, I..."

You say it, but you're interrupted by Oscar's sleepy voice, you feel your stomach twist, you love the young man's Piastri voice, even more so when he's sleepy.

"no need to worry, my love, come on, tell me everything you dreamed of." he asks, you hear the sound of something calling and the music of Lando's sleepy voice.

— I dreamed that… — you sigh, afraid that if you say it out loud, it will become even more real.

— come on, my little one, tell me, it was just a nightmare, it can't be that bad… —he asks, you curl up a little under the sheets, pulling your legs towards you.

“I… dreamed it was raining on your run… your car skids and… hits the sergeant… head trauma… affecting your memory… you forgot about us…” you sniff, he's sensitive after that nightmare, it was too real to just ignore.

Oscar is silent for a few seconds, speaking after a sigh.

"I need you to relax, okay?" None of this will happen, it's just a nightmare my little one, it doesn't affect reality, okay? Can you relax for me? I can't go back to London to hug you right now, but I'm here for security, okay? nothing bad is going to happen tomorrow, on the contrary, I'm going to be in the top 3 in my GP at home and I'm going to talk about you in every interview, but I need you to relax first, ok? — his voice is peaceful and you would like to see him, his eyes would be so kind right now…

“Okay,” you say, sniffling one last time. You spend a few minutes in silence, just listening to each other's breathing, trying to believe that he is telling the truth.

“I love you,” he says, that Australian accent that makes your heart race. Do you remember how you loved the British accent before you knew the Oscar accent.

Because nobody's British was cool when compared to your Aussie.

— thank you…- you whisper, appreciating the way he makes you feel safe, even being an ocean away.

— always a pleasure, my little one. —you hear him moving on the sheet, both rooms are quiet. The feeling is so good that it feels like you are in a parallel reality.

— I... - you yawn and before you can say anything else, Oscar speaks.

“It's too late for you to stay awake, little girl. I know you have an exam tomorrow, so close those pretty, fluffy eyes of you that I love so much and rest. I need my future doctor no later than tomorrow — you smile sleepily, happy to hear his voice and he keeps talking — when I get back to London, I'll take you in the buggies bump bump, I could take you in the kart, but I don't no I want to risk it, my medical future is too precious to risk it. I need to keep her safe and to myself, I'm sure I'll be needing a doctor like you in the very near future...

He kept talking for a few more minutes, but you didn't listen. You fall asleep between a sweet phrase that Oscar was saying to you in any twilight, a smile on your face and a heart full of warmth.

Oh, it's so good love Oscar Piastri…

[weirdmarioenemies]

Name: Wagan

Debut: Wagan

Look! It’s Wagan! From Wagan! What is Wagan (character)? Why, Wagan is a wonderful little green robotic dinosaur sort of guy who is good at making noises! What is Wagan (media)? Good question!

Here is a photo of Wagan in real life. Wagan is real! The original Wagan is an arcade machine by Namco, but I honestly cannot find much information at all about it. I don’t THINK it’s a game. More of an interactive toy? Here is a video! Hear his noises and watch his mouth flap about!

Wagan’s physical prison is labeled THE EMOTIONAL WEAPON, VOICE-CANNON “WAGAN”. I guess this is some kind of. Yelling game? The presence of a megaphone makes me think you yell at Wagan, and Wagan yells at you, and I don’t know the point, but it is really funny, and of course the actual physical Wagan robot is incredibly cute!

Luckily, Wagan would later enter a form of media I CAN comprehend! Scrimblo bimblo platformers! This is Wagan Land, which became Wagan’s Main Thing for a while, and hmm. I have things to say about this.

First is, WOW this game is cute! Look! When Wagan is falling in the air, his mouth flaps up, like Mario’s hat in Super Mario World! That’s so wonderful! And look at that SNAIL! The first enemy you see in the game, and what a great first impression! All the character sprites are delightfully compact. The thing that looks like a Wagan fetus is a Waganizer, which upgrades his Yelling ability, which is used to stun enemies so they can be jumped upon safely.

Very charmingly, Wagan’s yells are represented by the actual sound he says, shot out as a projectile! These have been lovingly translated in the fan translation, so you can make him yell WA, GYA, and GA. If you make him say GA twice, then just call him Lisa Simpson, because he’s Going Gaga!

The Waganizer was first a toy, and this sure looks like a gun huh! But it is a voice recorder and amplifier. I guess it is like having a bit of Wagan of your own, in Weapon form? To Blast your voice at others? I’m not sure why it had to look so incredibly like a gun, though!

Also, this post is about Wagan himself, but I HAVE to mention there is a Mola mola in this game! A pink sleepy one that flies above the water, and is the ONLY creature in the game that Wagan can safely touch by default, allowing him to ride on top of it! I do not know why a robot dies upon touching a snail. Sorry.

This game sounds so lovely, doesn’t it? It does! So it’s too bad it SUCKS and is TERRIBLE and I HATE it so much!!! And I don’t want to do any of that... but it forces me to!

The platforming sections are all fine and dandy. But the bosses, oh dearie me! Instead of battles, they play a minigame with you, and these are absolutely wretched! There is a word chain game and a memory game, neither of which are good, and both of which feel very easy to get locked out of winning due to randomness. And if you lose, you Die. It’s really not fun whatsoever to have to play a minigame you may very well not have any chance of winning, and they are so common that it sadly ruins the whole game... Maybe I’m doing something wrong, but I don’t think it should be so hard to see what to do right! It feels like a game for babies that wants nobody to succeed.

However! I must give a MAJOR shout-out to AlanMidas of romhacking.net for making this English translation of the game, because translating this word chain game and all its intricacies must have been absolute hell! So thank you, AlanMidas! Or curse you? For being the reason I was able to play this at all? But mostly thank you. And I applaud your effort. I mean, they were able to make the pig icon work by referring to it as an “oinker”. I applaud an oinker any day.

Geez, I don’t want to be so negative on one of these posts. I do love Wagan (creature) a whole lot! Want to see him playing baseball?

There we go. Isn’t that droll?

Have another! For your troubles. Sorry, there is just so little English information about Wagan! This is all I can humbly offer. But I hope you love to view Wagan as much as I do! And if you ever see him in real life, yell at him. I think he likes that!

[crystalnet]

Lana LP1-4 Reviews

Here I will be listening through the first 4 LPs of Lana Del Rey for the first time, as a late-in-life super fan (Post-NMR poser). Sorry for anything perceived as hate, I do love this woman. 

Born to Die (2012)- This is when the trip hop beats feel a bit canned and temporally displaced from their English, 90s origins in an awkward way, and the strings feel a little canned too— reaching for Zimmer-esque grandeur but falling short. She also uses voices on this that eventually disappear completely from her repertoire, sometimes evoking weird freak-folk stuff like CocoRosie but in a bad girl poet context. She does a Lolita or Little Orphan Annie thing on track 2 Off to the Races, and becomes a weepy tweety bird lush hiccuping her way through Blue Jeans, and I do not bemoan the loss of this slutty b-tier Bond girl schlock she would eventually shed and become more direct about critiquing. It was probably always critique of the male gaze all along, but the lines are blurrier in the beginning for sure when she isn’t willing to so eloquently describe the dimensions of her containment within a patriarchal system. 

I imagine how much this must have spoken to the “bad” yet vaguely creative-seeming girls I knew in high school. Lana offered them a clarion call to actualization. By the time this came out though, I was in college working at an Urban Outfitters, and I remember distinctly that the cover photo with the sheer collared blouse and the anal-y coiffed, voluminous Auburn-dyed hair. It just seemed like a in-store promo. “this must be the UO special edition” I thought to myself. 

But no, this is how Lana presented, and it happened to coincide with a stupid new idea of the “hipster” that flourished under Obama. Irony, and something about the 60s and 80s and mustache memes all coincided in a fresh new hell that Lana could slot into. But she wasn’t neat and tidy like, say, Vampire Weekend. She was a bad girl. But was it just a bad girl character on par with early Gaga with her vacant party girl shenanigans? Was it new? Ultimately Lizzie Grant will of course go on to reveal the artifice in full, proving the authenticity of the bit as artifice and then go on to remove the mask and invite us in forreal, not just into another one of her haunted mirror labyrinths of lust. 

But as I already knew, Lana is less interesting here when she is refusing to take off the mask. This character could definitely speak deeply to someone who sees themselves as actually living a life comparable to that of this Lana Del Rey creation, and the stunning vividity with which the bit is rendered can be engrossing on its own. If all I can hear is the bit, the character, the “mask”, though, well then it’s all artifice without the true artistry she would harness later on and I question what lies beneath without much of an answer in sight. Video Games might come the closest as obvious as it sounds. The critique of her own character and of the culture at large becomes a little more defined. 

The contours of MTV’s idea of reality and its failing in the broader context of the 20th century, so tacky and Ed Hardy-ized compared to this misremembered flapper era opulence she insists on reminding us of, it all feels like the ultimate Punk-ing. To dog us all like that while also presenting as the ultimate specimen of a post MTV world. What would you have us do Lana? Go back to the 20s, be rich and white? Go back to the “Gay 1890”s and live for crystalline jazz singers hanging from chandeliers as champagne showers over us, absolving us of our post-industrial, Walmart-ified sins and burning us in a holy conflagration. Nice try Lana, but you’re gonna need to try again next time. Game Over. 

7.2/10 (Little more about the music… the writing, the beats, everything is serviceable here, the production helps things never become sleepy, which her vocal stylings might have eventually done. She does not hold back in terms of describing every cubic inch of the world-view of this Lana character. This is not just instagram filter music. It is deeply realized and sometimes novel-esque, if only in terms of seeming like a 11th grader’s slightly last-minute book report on Gatsby. But the ultra textual-density is all already there all along, sheer lyrical depth on par only with conscious rappers. You will not normally find this many words on any other pop records in 2011, that I can almost guarantee. And you also will not find such an utterly and deeply realized aesthetic world, unlike anything any other starlet was even attempting at the time.)

Ultraviolence (2014)

She’s singing softly again, like she always does. 

She’s coming on to me, (the gay male listener). 

After work, she pulls me in close by my blue paisley-patterned tie and I’m overwhelmed by her Chanel. She’s pulled me back into her world again and I’m hers completely, again and again and again~

This is the one where Lana steps out of the filtered instagram images evoking an abstract past and into the technicolor world of reality, where the Pygmalion of Lizzie Grant’s mind walks full-figured and flesh-covered from out of the mall displays like Kim Catrall in Mannequin (1987). But instead of a bright new future for Lana, this newfound realness comes more in the form of the specificity of a monochromatic, noir landscape and a world utterly described. 

Right off the bat, atmosphere seems to have taken on new importance. On her first outing, Lana was proving she was a real girl who could walk and talk. But on UV, now she has a whole windswept seaside to herself to pal around— she isn’t just Off to the Races anymore, but instead insists that every grassy lawn that exists in America is part of her vivid world, which now includes the aesthetics of the films of Lynch and Tim Burton as touchstones. The way they too revel in revealing the decay hidden by suburban facade through film, is also intrinsic to Lana’s music. 

This tension too is a part of her world, alongside all the F. Scott Fitzgerald signifiers— sometimes she even seems to be singing to us from the snow globe of Citizen Kane. A starlet tripping the light fantastique in Gotham’s red light district, but now speaking more directly about matters of the soul than merely of the body. And to really Make it Real, she extends her references explicitly: 

They think I don't understand

The freedom land of the seventies

I get down to Beat poetry

And my jazz collection's rare

I can play most anything

I'm a Brooklyn baby

(on Shades of Cool). Well okay then Lana, maybe you are more than a mood board. Maybe you like Didion and Kerouac, that tracks. Does she actually like Nabokov or is Lolita entirely useful to her for surface-level reasons? In early interviews she speaks of Cobain and Cash and Dylan, the greats of every genre. And here she does seem more genre-minded… if the trip-hop on LP1 seemed almost out of place under her Jazz age affect, then by leaning into the noir and the gothic that someone like Portishead always channeled, she brings her work closer to something of undeniable substance. Whether she is a trust-fund kid yucking it up in Brooklyn and cultivating a personality made up of vapid cultural cherry-picking, or if she is in fact slyly making fun of that girl is besides the point. She’s real now and she’s here and she’s taking (some) questions. 

She tells us on Sad Girl that she’s “a sad girl”. Not just in the summertime then? Do we take her word for it, or is this simply clarification. But we should have known that a being trapped in nostalgia like her early incarnation so clearly is, that she could not possibly be happy constantly looking back like that (or else looking in the mirror). That’s what fast sex and Chiffon is for, always has been, to distract from always looking to find one’s future hidden somewhere in the past. 

Generally, we’re introduced to a laconic Lana here. Gone mostly are the peppy, borderline creepy Lolita-isms, and most of the higher BPMs. Now there is darkness and there is violence in its wake. But whether it’s the literal violence of the darkest of relationships or the violence of what ensues when a Fame Monster begins to consume and digest an individual, as it had thoroughly begun to do to Lana, well that all depends on perspective. 

Lana had had her awkward SNL performance by now. She had already moved past the discourse around ideas that she was merely an “industry plant”. Something about the times back then and how Adele was the only pop star we allowed to write in a singer-songwriter mode had us truly questioning if this unique artist could possibly be real. “Fucked My Way to the Top” says to stuff all of that, that it’s not that deep. And we’re inclined to believe her. 

Lou Reed is mentioned. The beats too. But so is Axel Rose. And the drugged out Lolita returns roughly one time, on Florida Kilos, towards the end. But she’s mostly resolved to stay in ballad mode. She leaves bread crumbs, but the destination isn’t the point. Lana’s artistry here by merely existing as it does seems to say over and over to stop the meaningless discourse. To just shut up. ‘Here is some art that I made, that i needed to make’, she seems to say. And if the mood board seems more varied and specific this time than just ‘The Great Gatsby,’ well I think we’re inclined to keep believing her. She could have truly pulled back and become pure caricature after LP1. Instead she leaned in, slowed it down, clarified herself, and spoke of an all consuming darkness. A decade later and she’s still finding light amidst all the death and the violence of a Cruel World. 

8.3/10

Honeymoon (2015)

Well, so I have a confession to make. A bit of a mask-off moment for myself after so much talk of character and artifice. It turns out, embarrassingly enough, that I simply have trouble getting into or distinguishing a lot of early Lana. I say that as a super-fan of the recent 4 LPs, but that may not qualify much. Those who go all the way back with Lana are the real ones. And now that I think of it, more of BTD may have stood out to me than LP2 and 3. Despite the sunny cover featuring our honey looking glamorous in a sun hat, this album mostly continues the thread of dark glamour and decayed opulence she began to focus on between her debut and this 3rd full length outing. 

A bit of background: As is the case with many recent bangwagoners, Norman Fucking Rockwell is the moment I went from being a sometimes curious spectator to full stan. Specifically, with the initial utterance on that record (Goddamn, man child/ you fucked me so good that I almost said I love you), Lana had kicked down a backdoor in my mind and ever since that day, she has been with me. Even in 2019, that last summer before COVID, when the greatest ruled both my mind and my piano alike, I remember thinking: Oh, I should go back to her older LPs, right? But even then I knew the answer. It simply might not be for me, that earlier stuff. 

And why? The answer either does not exist clearly or is an uncomfortable one. NFR bandwagoners like me should almost feel a need to explain clearly that we are not actually just stans of Jack Antonoff’s production. It might feel that way given the data... he starts working with on her on LP5 which is the first to make a serious ripple on tastemakers’ AotY lists after years of resistance. And then he has been a mainstay collaborator ever since. But that can’t be it. I refuse to give a man credit when the majority of the words and melodies are hers. So what is it? Well, that is something to speak of when I do get to NFR and the material that followed. 

For now, I will focus on Lana’s honeymoon phase, even if it is a honeymoon as tragic as her Ultraviolence days. Much of this glides by my ears, and unlike post-2018 material, neither the melodies nor the lyrics often truly grab me. Now to be clear, nothing is bad, nothing is offensive... it’s all often so lovely. And on-brand. But it’s more than beautifully on-brand, right?

Well if the first two LPs had me thinking so much of the character of Lana, well then Honeymoon is the record that has me thinking more about the listener. The listener that Lana imagines when writing, the one she is singing to. Both the imagined one and the literal actual one. She is a girl between the ages of 14 and 24 I believe. She may or may not have had dog-eared copies of Gatsby or Lolita on her dorm-room desk. A poster of Gustav Klimt’s The Kiss on the wall. Does she have crystals? Thoughts about astrology? (yes). 

Does she have a troubled past and upbringing? I think she likely does. That this platonic listener of my dreams, whose spirits still haunt r/lana and r/lanita alike, that she truly receives from beyond through these records, of that I am sure. That there is healing for that girl inside of these songs, positive. 

I know that several times this girl has moved on from Lana only to return when she needed her most. After a big breakup, or a big meltdown or a really, really bad day at work. But Lana’s songs are also there in the good moments. Nothing here is so blatantly “sad” that it cannot also just mostly be “pretty,” beautiful and transcendent of being emotionally one-note. Fodder for a road trip to the Grand Canyon. Or a time in her life when everything is calm and she can’t believe that death and violence is behind her now. Lana has and will soundtrack all of that for her. New songs to paper over the walls of her own mind with every year or so.

And so now something like Honeymoon is alive for me again. Because I understand at this point, that this is a conversation. And if I am not always one end of this two-way, than I am lucky enough to hopefully (and not intrusively, unwantedly) take part. Maybe some things, for some people, should stay behind glass. It might not be for me per se, and that’s ok. 

7.0/10

Lust for Life (2017)

She looks the most like my mom on this cover photo. And this is the first time she’s so clearly gone for a 60s thing... specifically a 1967, Summer of Love thing, Haigh-Ashburry, San Francisco, She’s Leaving Home kind of thing. It’s all right there on the cover and in that smile, and the daisies in her hair, if not always the actual music. 

So then this is the far-flung future for Lana. If her music and image and her character was always so haunted by some kind of vague 20s-through-the-50s specter of the recently Old World, then now she’s inhabiting a time that some of our parent’s might actually remember. And to make her intentions clear, that vibrato’d out surf guitar bass on opening track ‘Love’ screams Nancy Sinatra. And the white lace chiffon