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darlingdaisyfarm · 8 days ago

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HEYY!! DIDN’T NOTICE THE ASK BUTTON UNTIL NOW! IM JUST WONDERING HOW YOUR DOING, AND HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAYYY (I apologize for not saying sooner, just found out how to like idk ask or something)

I SWEAR I DON’T MEAN TO SOUND PUSHY OR IF I ASK TOO MANY TIMES, PLEASE JUST SAY IF UTS ANNOYING, BUT DO YOU HAVE: “Jealous!Stanford Pines x Reader” ? CAUSE IDK IM JUST CURIOUS 😭💔

⋆౨ৎ˚ jealous!Ford x you hcs ˖ ࣪

ahhh, thank u so much sweetheart!! no it's not annoying at all, pls dont say that. and sure, here it is! honestly it was pretty helpful for me too because im writing a fic where Ford experiences jealousy. i think it also depends on what exactly he's jealous of (his own brother, random person, pet, etc) and your stage of the relationship

warning its a bit suggestive at the end

ꪆৎ Ford's jealous streak is most obvious when it comes to your mind, i think. like, if you’re showing too much interest in someone else’s ideas, books, or theories, he’ll be the first to drop some passive-aggressive comments

ꪆৎ you’re talking about some science or philosophy with someone, and Ford’s watching, feeling that tiny gnawing jealousy of someone challenging his brilliance. . . he won’t snap, but you'll catch him slipping in little comments, “well, actually, my research on this subject. . . ah, never mind. not worth mentioning to a layperson” ofc it's not directed at you! but to that idiot who dared to interest you

ꪆৎ later, though, after a long talk, he’ll pull you into his study and try to “explain” why only his thoughts matter <333 “you should know, sweetheart, i have 12 phds, allow me to explain you this properly.”

ꪆৎ “what? i’m not upset. i just think it’s interesting that you laughed at his joke when i’ve been trying to impress you with my brain for three years.”

ꪆৎ he starts touching you more too. hand on your knee during conversations. brushing your fingers when handing you smth. standing behind you, palm at the small of your back when you’re with others. and yet still, he doesn’t say a word because he doesn't wanna ruin anything. but his body moves on its own. “this is mine,” is what he’s trying to say

ꪆৎ Stan has always been the loud, charismatic one. Ford’s the thinker, the quiet one, who would rather bury himself in books than make small talk but he just cant help it. Ford doesn’t like it, he doesn’t like how his heart races with frustration or how his fists ball up, wanting to grab you and pull you away. he wont do it, but it doesn't mean he cant imagine it

ꪆৎ if you wear something revealing, Ford absolutely adores it, but insists on walking right next to you all evening

ꪆৎ he overhears you talking about a celebrity crush and spends ten minutes googling them in secret, furiously comparing their jawlines, yeah

ꪆৎ OMG. i believe he clears his throat when someone flirts with you... you know

ꪆৎ if it’s Stan flirting with you, Ford plays it off like he’s above it “Stanley, can you be serious for once?” but his eyes are laser-focused on you, reading your expression

ꪆৎ lmao, you'll probably hear smth as “i hope you had a pleasant conversation with my brother. he can be. . . charming, when he wishes.” prob says it with the politeness of someone screaming internally. and then he obsessively throws himself into work, convinced he's being ridiculous. you're allowed to have friends. you’re not his. not really

ꪆৎ i mean, he wants you to be. but he's terrified of what he might become if he lets himself act like it

ꪆৎ a lot of phrases like “well, i would’ve helped you carry that, but i assume your new friend has that covered.”

“no, go ahead! ill wait. im clearly not as exciting to talk to.” he’ll say it politely though, you wont even notice. even with a smile. and if you don’t pick up on it, he gets quiet and tells himself he’s just being irrational, but it still eats him alive

ꪆৎ Ford still tries to suppress it, but his eyes give him away. he stares. hard. at the person touching you. at the way your mouth curves. at your hands when they gesture

ꪆৎ and if he lets this jealousy win in the public, which happens like really rarely, Ford will absolutely pull you away from a conversation. six fingered hand at your elbow, “excuse us” and you’ll be halfway down the hall before he spins you against the wall

ꪆৎ but may also say, when you're two alone after you spend whole evening talking to someone, “oh, im sorry, were you enjoying yourself? you seemed so. . . engaged with them. i didn’t want to interrupt.”

ꪆৎ you get a pet. a cat, a dog, whatever. and suddenly your affection is going to this creature and not him. Ford doesn’t act out but he gets so still. sits next to you while you pet it, hand on your thigh, but not saying a word. you look over and he finally admits, looking so needy, “i’m being ridiculous but i want to be babied too” so you pull him into your lap instead and he kisses your shoulder with a quiet smile <3

ꪆৎ he gets also weirdly sulky about it. “you let the cat sleep on your chest, when it's my turn?”, “i counted, you kissed it on the head four times. i only got two :(” yes he’s serious. he’s a little unwell

ꪆৎ uhh, u call your pet “baby” and Ford visibly pouts

ꪆৎ if you’re talking to someone “too long” at a gathering, Ford won’t interrupt. but he will appear silently next to you, hand brushing your lower back, and when you finally break away and turn to him like “what’s up?” he’ll smile, as always, so polite. “nothing. i just missed the sound of your voice”

“that person seemed very interested in you. lucky them.”

“did you like the way they looked at you?”

ꪆৎ and the thing is, he’s insecure. so when he’s possessive, it’s always laced with guilt. Ford hates that he wants to stake a claim. hates how it feels to need you so much it makes his skin crawl when you’re focused on someone else

ꪆৎ Ford's jealousy always turns into guilt. he’s always so self-critical, he feels like he should be better than this. Ford knows it’s irrational, that you wouldn’t cheat or leave him for someone else, but it doesn’t stop the surge of possessiveness.

ꪆৎ he can’t help but feel like maybe he’s not enough for you, and that’s what sparks the jealousy in the first place. he feels the jealousy deep in his chest, this irrational, ugly thing he can’t quite stamp out

ꪆৎ he’ll kiss your neck just a little too hard. grip your wrist too long. but it’s always followed by “was that okay?” or “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to get carried away.” and god help him if you ever tease him for it

ꪆৎ “ohhh, baby. you’re jealous, aren’t you?” he’ll bristle, sputter, adjust his coat and glasses, trying to avoid looking into your eyes. “that’s ridiculous. i— no, i simply don’t appreciate disrespect. I’m not. . . possessive.” but when you'll play this game of silence, watching him, waiting him to spill it, oh he will!! “okay. was it that obvious?” he’ll say this so small. you’ll want to eat him alive <3

ꪆৎ Ford doesn’t always keep it all bottled up, so then, when you’re finally alone and he got u all to himself, he’s kissing you, but being more rough about it, not like hurting you, but sometimes, i like when Ford gets more dominant and brave in his actions. hand around your jaw, palm splayed across your back, pulling you in. “you’re mine.” he'll whisper right into your lips because hes lowkey getting turned on by your little gasps whenever he tightens his grip. “no one else gets to hear these sounds from you. please, tell me, tell me im the only one.” he always has to ask, always needs to hear it back

ꪆৎ if you ever jokingly mention how hot he gets when jealous, he will hide his face in your shoulder/neck/hair, very very quietly muttering, “you’re cruel, honey, you enjoy making me lose my mind, don’t you?”

#gravity falls x reader #gravity falls x you #ford pines x reader #gravity falls #x reader #stanford pines #ford pines smut #ford pines x you #grunkle ford #stanford pines headcanons #stanford pines x you #stanford pines x reader

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waddleonmywaywardducks · 11 months ago

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How to get back into your practice after a burnout

Alot of times in our practices, we often just straight up forget. Not going to lie to you I didn't practice much until I got out of my mom's home...which was one year ago. And I also have a theory that since paganism isnt dogmatic and is meant to be ran by a community we fall out really easy, it's natural, paganism is different now. But anyways here is chaos's master guide on how to put on your big girl panties and get back the work.

(disclaimer: just because these things worked for me doesn't mean it's going to work for everyone else, this post is completely upg. I'm just offering advice.)

Starting out small

What never stuck to me is those post that are like: "stir your intentions into your coffee, light incense, pray" because like yeah thats a good way to start off I really dont think itll set in our brains to do this everyday. Instead what I recommend is finding days to practice and sticking to that day. Find a day where you useally do nothing and dedicate it to getting back into your practice.

You could use this day to research on all the things you forgotten (been there)

Or you could just leave offerings out for your deities and call it a day

I think if you uphold a certain schedule your mind will get into the habit of "oh today's witch day, time to do witchcraft" this is basic psychology, and I promise it works 😭😭

Deity work and getting back into it

Little reminder: your gods are not mad at you. They do not hate you. They love you.

I have had so many falling outs with deities because I just couldn't uphold a schedule. Hekate being one of them. Hekate really showed me the way once I moved out of my mother's house, and after so many ins and outs of my worship to her, she still showed me love and compassion. I promise your gods will do the same. They understand our mortal lives more then you comprehend. After all, this is their earth.

Stuff you can do to get back into worship with your deities:

- offerings, big or small

- dedicate days to them, in my schedule Hekate is worshipped on Monday, and Aphrodite on Friday.

- research ways to connect with them more

- don't make big promises that you will get back into your practice and never fall out again, thats just putting yourself in more responsibility, your gods will now expect that responsibility. I've done this before and I definitely got side eyed by Hekate 😭😭

I recommend reading over these lovely post by @/khaire-traveler

Subtle deity worship

I honestly used this alot to get back into worship with my deities 😭😭 these posts go into worship you could do for deities while you are either hiding your practice or just want to do something for your gods. Really helpful post 10/10.

Getting back into witchcraft

I know I kind of went over this already, but I feel like there needs to be some small steps to getting back into witchcraft before we get to rituals, spells and stuff of that sort.

To get back into witchcraft, I recommend meditating, either by yourself or with your deities. Meditation allows you to just focus on the present and let go of all your stresses. I like to meditate with my deities because I get visions from them easily this way, it's easier for me to communicate.

From there you can do research on the basics of witchcraft and work your way up to rituals and spell work... hopefully all of this makes sense

Anyways yeah that's all the advice I have to getting back into your practice, if I have anything else to add I'll reblog this and add more. But yeah! I really hopes this helps at least someone lol.

#hellenic deities #hellenic pagan #hellenic worship #hellenism #witchcraft #aphrodite #hekate #pagan #paganism #witchblr

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boopshoops · 6 months ago

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Heya!

Things are lookin rough right now, huh? But here are a few reminders:

Your blorbo will still be here tomorrow.

You have people who love and care and support you.

Policies and enactments will not all be immediate. Everything will not go to shit all at once.

Things getting harder doesnt mean they're impossible.

It's okay to be upset. It's okay to be scared. It's okay to cry. That does not make you weak.

I know there are some individuals like me who did not feel safe voting due to outside factors, like living with individuals who support trump or being disabled, do not blame yourself. (Excuse me for getting personal, yes I do want to move out. Very badly. Sadly my mental and physical health are not in a space to do so yet).

This is the last term he is allowed in office. After that, I can't help but think about how the more extremist supporters- would they even want to vote? Idk. But it's food for thought. Safe to say the voter turnout for either side was insane compared to previous years, if we keep that stride up, I honestly think and hope the democrats are almost guaranteed the next election. But this is just me blabbing.

Block tags you aren't in the mindset for seeing rn. It's okay, no one is going to villainize you when the election process is giving you a panic attack. If they try, ignore them. This is for you, not them.

We've survived through one term. We can survive through another. I know it feels difficult right now while thinking about things like access to healthcare or prices skyrocketing or job security, but we really have. Things will get better. We will push through.

Here are some ideas that might help with mental health right now:

Eat some of your favorite food

Look up pictures of your favorite animal

Watch some funny or wholesome videos

Go for a walk

Exist. Because sometimes that is enough

Positive affirmations

Schedule an appointment with your therapist if you have one

Drink water. Or dont! Maybe drink a different thing that you like.

Remind yourself that these feelings will pass.

They cannot steal your identity from you. Internally, you know who you are. Even if you're still figuring it out. They can't take your mind. Your thoughts.

To those like me dealing with finals right now. Its okay. Take that break.

I love u /p

#boopshoopsramblings #us politics

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the-s1lly-corner · 26 days ago

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Night cap (Ending 2) (Astro x reader)

Poll under the fic to choose the next ending

Notes: gn toon reader, possible ooc, pre game, sleepy astro, astro isnt so much awkward more so he doesnt really know how to like. be romantic. subtle hint dropping that he wants to spend more time with you, mutual pining, open ended i SWEAR some of these will end with a kiss its just not all of the toons strike me as the type to kiss casually during a game </3, first fic/piece of writing after my return from my mental health break so i may be a little rusty, poll at the bottom to determine the next winner of course! note that may or may not be needed since im writing this before the final vote and its CLOSE so this may be repeated if astro isnt the winner for ending 2- but the poll will be shortened from 1 week to 3 days for now!! no real reason for this asides from "im itching to write and i dont have many ideas for fics and this is really one of the only two writing projects that arent for october that i have going on rn"

Word count: 2.7k

CWs: none

Everyone’s eyes glue onto you as you reach your hand into the opening of the sack and pull out…

Something soft. Almost fuzzy in your fingers as your thumb subconsciously rubs circles into whatever you were- the material almost soothing in your grasp. You had absolutely… no idea what it could be or who had put it in- at least, you didn’t until you pulled the item out into the open. A bluish purple night cap… and in an instant your eyes were on Astro. You didn’t even notice until now that he had taken his cap off and he looked… so weird without it. Quickly- almost too quickly, like you were offended to see him without the accessory- you stretched your arm out to him.

“I uhm… think this is yours..” You mumble under your breath. Astro’s blanket shifted just enough to free one of his hands… his actions almost seem. Tense under all the eyes on him. “It is,” He finally managed to draw out after an odd pause of silence. From the corner of your eye you catch Dandy’s jaw grow tense for half a second before he ordered the two of you to go to the gift shop.

He didn’t have to tell you twice- Astro seemed more than happy to get out of everyone’s line of sight as he backed out of the crowd; only slowing down just enough to allow you to catch up to him without having to go over a brisk walk.

“Nerves?” You ask softly as soon as you are both out of earshot.

“I don’t blame them for staring, but…” The toon trailed off as you stepped through the gift shop’s main door… it didn’t take long for it to click that you were both meant to go into the storage room. How Dandy had managed to unlock the door was something you’d have to touch on later… Astro lets you step through first.

“Right… you don’t like having eyes on you,” You commented as you looked through the room. It was dim. The lightbulb had burned out, or maybe Dandy had taken it out to add to the mood of the game. Whatever mood he was hoping to achieve though… you had no idea. Being locked in a room for seven minutes wasn’t the worst thing in the world but you weren’t too keen on a room that smells vaguely of dust and old paper… fabric that needed washing- the material having captured the scent of the air around it… mostly shirts of less popular characters. You feel a soft pang for Shelly.

“At least it’s dim in here, hard to see…” You trail off as you give Astro a glance over your shoulder. The blue crescent of his face glowed softly and doused the room in its hue.

Ah…

You had forgotten that was something he could do- and something that he didn’t exactly have control over.

“That’s alright, honestly it’s better this way- it's a little… spooky in here, all dark and stuff,” You try to shift the subject as you press yourself into the wall and allow yourself to sink to the floor… only somewhat comfortably. Hard wood could only feel so nice.

Astro followed inside- and just when you thought he was going to take the wall opposite to you… he slips to the floor a few feet to your right. Enough room to give you your space, but close enough to ensure that you both didn’t need to talk across the room to hear one another.

He shifted himself to try to become more comfortable.

Hard floor or not, he already looked about ready to lay down for a nap. A part of you envied him for being able to sleep anywhere. He slumped slightly into the wall- almost melting right into it.

The silence drags on for a few seconds. You didn’t know what to say and Astro- as always- looked ready to doze off. You were convinced that if he wasn’t on his feet and surrounded by the others and- more than likely encouraged- joined the game he would have already found a nice quiet corner to rest after such a busy day.

He’d be valid for that. Even with less visitors focused on you, the constant bouncing between floors to help everyone prepare for the party had left you a little worn down.

“Your hats soft,” You suddenly blurted out. Astro’s closed eye cracked itself open.

“Like, the.. Fabric-” You continued on. No shit the fabric was soft. What else could you have been referring to? Your hands shift around against the floor- the tip of one of your fingers tapping against the wood.

“Yeah…?” Astro shifted his head to prop it on his shoulder.

Your eyes lingered on his face for a second or two before you stared straight ahead- the reminder of his hate of being stared at hanging in the back of your mind.

Though… he didn’t seem to hate it as much when it was just you. Or maybe just one person.

“I could give you one of my blankets,” Astro spoke up after the moment of silence stretched on a little too long. “I’ve got more than I need, I need to free some space anyway,”

You steal a glance from the corner of your eye. “You? Need space? Your rooms massive, Astro-”

It’s a light tease but it was the truth. All the mains had massive rooms- in fact they all had their own dedicated floors… on top of the themed floors that were open to visitors. Astro’s personal room shared the same overall feel of his themed floors. But there were more areas dedicated to rest. Sofas, bean bags- his bed was massive and nearly resembled a round nest. The staff were kind enough to keep the Toon’s rooms off limits to visitors.

“Well…” Astro’s eye dragged itself away from you and settled to his feet… before he tucked them under the blanket he clung to. “The offer is still up… Most of them are blue.. Purple… but I think I’ve got a few in different colors, if you want something else… scented ones, too,” He rambled before falling silent. “I won’t make you take one, if you really aren’t interested,”

The tapping finger against the floor grew still and curled to match the rest of your hand. “I wouldn’t mind looking through your collection- maybe we can run up real quick to your room to sift through it,” You flash a smile. “So long as it doesn’t take all night- I’d like to at least enjoy the party a little more before everyone winds down for the night,” A soft laugh. Astro actually returned it.

“I’m sure it won’t,” Astro hummed. His jaw visibly tensed as he bit back a yawn. Today really must have been taxing on him.

“For your sake so you don’t fall asleep?”

Astro lightly waved your jest off with a hidden hand. “Only a little,”

Another beat of silence.

“Well be sure to eat something when we get back, if you’re going to go to bed after,” You stretched your legs out across the floor once keeping them folded and began to cramp them up. The room was… cool. But not cold… but it still managed to crawl through your form. The wall felt… weird… now warmed from your body heat.

“Maybe… I’ll think about it…” Astro mimicked your legs- his feet dragging his blanket forward and pulling the material slightly taut.

“Sprout told me you helped him in the kitchen today,”

Instantly you perked up. “I did! Well- Kinda- I mean, I did help but he did a lot of the…. You know, giving the recipes and making sure I didn’t… you know, mess up?” Your now clammy hands pull off of the floor with a soft peeling sound- the sweat sticking your skin to the polished wood uncomfortable- and rest your palms on your knees, patting them softly before allowing them to come to a rest.

“I promise I didn’t mix up the salt and sugar again- I swear you’ll have sweet dreams tonight-” It was a bad joke but he at least gave you a pity laugh.

Astro’s head lowered into the blanket as his shoulders scrunched- he tended to curl into himself when he was laughing.

Maybe… it wasn’t a pity laugh after all.

“I’m sure if I could I would… your baking is getting better, regardless of any outside help.” His shoulders fell as the roll of laughter calmed itself. The compliment nearly went right over your head.

Maybe he worded it weird, but…

“You would if you could?” You finally turn your head back to face him. “Are you not sleeping well?”

Astro’s smile falls neutral… but he doesn’t really look uncomfortable or upset about the question. “I don’t dream, I’ve been sleeping well otherwise.”

He said it so casually.

“Like you just… don’t dream at all- or like, do you mean to just don’t remember your dreams?”

You catch his hands shifting under his blanket- running over each other you had to guess. “I don’t dream at all,” He shrugged. He didn’t seem all that bothered by it… you weren’t sure if that made you feel better about it, though… not that it concerned you. “I’m more interested in giving everyone else dreams and checking in on them,” He only shrugged.

You shift slightly.

“I don’t usually pry into other people’s dreams, don’t worry,” He added. You fall still and untense. “It’s… hard anyway, and it’s easier to ask what someone wants than trying to look myself,” He continued on. Astro hardly ever rambled. He wasn’t much of a talker in general… so it was a nice change to hear him lead a conversation.

“You haven’t seen anything weird from my dreams, right? I’ve been having a few weird ones for a while now-” Your mouth curls into a grin.

It wasn’t a lie. They weren’t nightmares but they often left you vaguely confused as you woke up. The details that didn’t slip away as you’d wake up only left more questions. People speaking backwards, toons not looking or acting quite right, toons and visitors swapping places. It was… weird but harmless, just to name a few examples.

“I must have missed it, then,” Astro lowered his head- his brow furrowing in thought. A hidden hand scratched at his chin through the blanket before coming to a rest against his jaw. “I don’t check often… but each time I’m always in your dream- not… me, but…”

You were dreaming about him. Of course he’d sometimes be there with the others… but there were a handful of times where it was just him.

They were never intense or embarrassing dreams. But the frequency of which he showed up would make one wonder. You certainly did at each encounter… non encounter. You knew it wasn’t actually him. He acted too differently. Didn’t look quite right- but it was close enough to know it was him.

A quiet noise came from your mouth before your head turned to the opposite side for a second to look anywhere but him.

“You look like you’re having fun in them, that’s good… I’m glad I give you good dreams, even if I’m not influencing you,” His hands fall to his lap. He shifted into a more straight position against the wall, the blanket making him slip against the wall slowly over the past few minutes…

How much time did you have left?

Not much you would assume.

“Well,” Your throat feels awkward- even the back of your mouth felt weird as you tried to pick the right words to not sound as nervous as you felt. There was no reason for your nerves to spark now. It was all innocent, as far as you were aware.

“You can always come visit, if I can have the real deal-” Your fingers spread across your knees before pressing close to each other a second later. “Of course only if you want to- it feels like I don’t get to see you all that much, since you’re you know…”

“Tired?”

You snap your head back to him and shake it.

“Busy, more like it. I actually… don’t mind taking a nap with you sometime,” You pressed on even as the glow of his face grew brighter- soft blue shifting paler, closer to white. “I mean- and obviously it’s not your fault but you always get so many visitors… sure not as much as say… Dandy or Vee- or Bobette since she’s…” You trail off.

“Limited?” His voice has a light waver to it. Like it was coming from the back of his throat- the noise lingering there and rapidly losing momentum as it was pushed out into the air.

You nod. “Yeah… limited… but- you know, you uhm…” You finally let your odd attempt die off. At least you got your point across- hopefully.

“Maybe…” Astro didn’t let the air remain quiet for long. Maybe he wanted to keep you from feeling even worse if it had stretched too long… or maybe he already had a response ready before you were done speaking. “We can spend some time together, when Gardenview’s closed,”

Your eyes darted to him again for a second. “Like on Christmas?”

There weren’t many days where Gardenview was closed. Mostly reserved for holidays… and on occasion when maintenance was required for the building that demanded more than simply closing down an area or two. At your words Astro’s mouth curls back into a soft smile. Faint, barely there… but present.

“If you want it to be Christmas,” He holds your gaze. You give him a nod. “Right… Christmas.. Today’s the… twenty third, right?”

Astro hummed.

“Right… Christmas, then- I’ll be sure to hound you as soon as you wake up-” You laughed slightly. Nerves quickly unwound and replaced themselves with a warm giddiness that fought back against the chill of the room.

The warmth was cut short as a series of knocks reminds you both that you were playing a timed game.

“Ah,” You mumbled. Time was up, and Dandy’s voice on the other side only cemented that. He didn’t even wait for one of you to speak up before he opened the door- his face softened when he saw you and Astro were a respectable distance away from one another. The light of Astro’s crescent dimmed as the light outside began to floor the room.

“Time’s up you two,” Dandy leaned forward in the doorway before pulling himself back and stepped aside with a light bounce in his step. Something got him happy, but you were too preoccupied with Astro’s offer of spending time together to ask if you had missed something while you were playing.

“Do you still want to get a blanket?” Astro asked softly as he shifted out of the doorway behind you. Dandy’s movements stopped for a split second before he resumed his walk down the hall to the party.

“We’ve got plenty of blankets- I made sure of that!” He called over his shoulder.

Your jaws roll against one another before you find your voice. “Astro’s blankets are softer- we’ll be back soon- promise!”

The flower doesn’t give you an answer. He simply continued walking a few paces ahead of you and Astro. “We’ll just take the elevator… and we’ll come right back,” You added, though mostly under your breath.

“I already have a few ideas of which blankets you might like, we shouldn’t be long…” Astro completes your murmur as you briefly rejoin the party and turn to one of the massive elevators. You only vaguely note what everyone else was doing before they regathered for another round of the game.

“You’ll have to show me which ones you made,” Astro suddenly said.

Your eyes followed his to the table full of treats near the entrance of the room. The door closed as you pinpointed the plate of cookies you had baked. Ginger was kind enough to arrange them nice and pretty on one of the nicer plates.

“Will do,” You nodded softly.

The ride up was… nice. The soft shake of the elevator is enough to keep you in the moment. It wasn’t long until the door opened again and Astro led you to where he kept his collection of blankets.

You could only hope it wouldn't take too long. If you were lucky there’d still be some of your cookies left behind- maybe spared by toons who had a rather nasty sweet tooth.

Hopefully…

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crescentofthegods · 3 months ago

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BEFUDDLING CONFUSION!

pairing: fred weasley x muggleborn!fem!reader

request: returning to your dorm, you are thoroughly surprised to see a rather pretty ginger girl sitting at your vanity…

word count: 2,378

warnings: FLUFF, gender swapped!fred, reader is muggleborn just bc, reader is into girls, literally just pure fluff, swear words here and there, unfortunately not proofread.....

author’s note: SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG ANON i dont actually write for fred or george, but this request is really funny so i answered it😭 hope you like it!! (I FEEL LIKE THIS IS REALLY BAD HELP)

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DAMNED ANCIENT RUNES… The one subject you absolutely adored, but it aggravated you to an extreme at the same time. How could something be so interesting, yet so carefully complicated at the same time? Mumbling to yourself, wading between a couple of first years, you forcefully climb the many stairs of Gryffindor Tower, eager for your bed to embrace your exhausted soul. The Great Library had been your temporary home for the entirety of the weekend since you wanted to perfect your memorisation of different runic numbers—a simple list that any third year beginning this subject would know, but you just wanted to be completely sure. Being in your seventh year made you paranoid about… well; everything. You needed these NEWTs. The last thing you wanted was to fail, especially with everything that was going on…

“Ugh…” you groaned, entering your dorm with a sigh—carelessly, you tossed your textbooks onto the wooden floorboards that carried your feet, eager to get away from them for a good few hours. Your boyfriend, Freddie, promised to meet you here since your roommate, Angelina, was having a sleepover with someone else; the thought of Fred made you smile like some lovesick idiot.

You were a lovesick idiot. Fred… he treated you so well. A proper gentleman who towered over you, following you like a lost puppy as George tagged along behind him, the poor bloke. He was always touching you in some sort of way, having a need to hold you, whether it was just having your hand in his or sitting in his lap when you were with your friends—

He was so sweet. Not to mention funny.

Of course he was funny.

“You’re back!” A girlish voice brought you back to reality as you shrugged off your robes, yearning for your pajamas instead—whilst the voice was not even remotely similar to the Chaser you liked to call your friend, you decided that it couldn’t belong to anyone else, right?

“Yeah,” you lamented, still not looking towards Angelina, stretching your arms as you yawned. “I wasn’t built for fucking academics,” your grumble caused your roommate to giggle, your eyebrows furrowing as you whipped around, properly peering into your dorm. Shutting the door behind you by pressing your back against the oak, you slowly made your way towards your vanity, where the voice was coming from.

Angelina didn’t… giggle. At least, not with you. With George? Definitely.

Not with you.

Naturally, you sensed danger. You’ve participated in a fair share of fights over the years, especially with the Slytherins and their stupid name calling—you tried to not let their taunting get to you, but it truly is hard as a Muggleborn. Anyhow, you weren’t going to take your chances; honestly, it would not surprise you at all if a Slytherin had somehow got into Gryffindor House just to play a silly prank on you—

“Oh, love, why are your fists clenched?” the teasing voice spoke again, and you finally met the eyes that belonged to it; eyes widening in astoundment, you realised you did not recognise this girl at all. Yet, she wore the infamous red-and-gold striped tie around the collar of her shirt, which was slightly oversized for her form. What was even weirder was how she wore trousers instead of a skirt—you didn’t think girls would be allowed to wear regular trousers at Hogwarts. Her lovely, fiery locks were styled like a sort of messy pixie cut, tucked behind her ears, revealing her rather pretty countenance—light brown eyes paired with a roman nose and soft, thin lips… She looked so familiar, yet so unidentifiable.

“What—Who are you calling ‘love’?” you questioned, clearly caught off guard by the whole situation; you weren’t sure what to say or even do. This wasn’t Ginny, your boyfriend’s little sister, and, either way, gingers stand out quite a lot. Who was this girl?

Sitting at your vanity, she simply laughed in response, the domestic giggles birthing rather large butterflies in your stomach—what the fuck? You were attracted to girls, of course, but you were dating Fred—you were in love with Fred Weasley. And now, this random girl, whatever she was, was… trying to flirt with you? After breaking and entering your dorm?

“Stop laughing! Who—Who in Godric’s name are you?” you asked, your fingers curling around your wand that had been hidden in your sock this entire time. The girl (as lovely as she sounded) continued to cackle, clutching her chest as if she was struggling to breathe—what was so funny? “This is serious, y’know? I’ll get Professor McGonagall right now—” That seemed to shut her up immediately, the darling ginger shooting up from her seat as her expression crumpled into one of panic.

“Oh, God, please don’t, sweetheart—I can’t do another week of detention where I dust her bloody shelves,” she explained, but you couldn’t focus on her words—not when she was towering over you with her tall stature; you hadn’t notice how… vertically big she was when she had been sitting. Almost six feet and two inches, you gathered, your lips parting in slight bewilderment since you were forced to lift your gaze, not even bothered that her large, but dainty hands were gently grasping your biceps, her thumbs rubbing circles against your clothed flesh as you just stood there, trying not to seem so hot and bothered.

She really was pretty, the girl. You didn’t know what it was… Perhaps it was the accustomed way she had laughed and smiled at you. Or the way her expression had fallen so comically—something that you recognised. And, the way she called you sweetheart; only one person called you that. Your boyfriend. Evidently, you didn’t like when others used pet names for you… only your boyfriend could do that.

Your boyfriend. Fred…

“Oh my God!” you exclaimed, shoving the ‘girl’ away, your expression painted with befuddling confusion as you gasped, your wand clattering towards the floor. “FREDRICK GIDEON WEASLEY—”

“Okay, calm down—”

“No! What if one of the teachers caught you sneaking up here?! Do you have a death wish?—WHY ARE YOU A GIRL—?!”

“Darling—” Fred puffed, one of her his hands slapping over your mouth so he could speak, your exclamations muffled by the warmth of his palm. “Let me explain… It’s not that bad!”

It is that bad! Was what you wanted to say, but your voice was stifled yet again, producing a picturesque scowl upon your face. He smiled—he adored your fiery nature. You were both alike, in that sense. He adored the way that you still fussed over his safety whilst also being furious with him. It was quite amusing, actually.

“It isn’t,” he replied to your mumble, his feminine voice soft—he never got loud with you. He was the calm boyfriend whenever you both ‘argued’ (you actually don’t have fights, you yell and he listens like the good boyfriend he is). They were usually over something silly, the arguments. Like when he spends too much on flowers even though you’d be perfectly okay with the daisies that grew outside the Quidditch Grounds. He liked being extra, your blasted boyfriend.

And, unfortunately, that was a quality of his that you adored—how perfect he was when it came to your relationship.

“Let me explain, please?” he jokingly pouted—whilst you were a little mad at the whole situation, you weren’t exactly complaining. Fred looked beyond beautiful as a girl, so much so that his pout only made your heart melt inside.

“…Fine. What did you both do?” He furrowed his eyebrows at that.

“Both?”

“You and George, silly,” you retorted, crossing your arms—your boyfriend’s hands fell to your waist, his thumbs still tracing circles across the hem of your untucked shirt (you were still baffled that he could talk whilst doing the very same ministrations that got you flustered every damned day).

“Well… why are you assuming that we did something? It could’ve just been a freak accident,” he wiggled his thick eyebrows whilst that grin you fell in love with plastered his lips, gazing at you with that roguish look in his milk chocolate eyes.

“It’s never a bloody accident with you two,” you sighed, your usual, soft smile finally stroking your lips—you could never be wholly angry with him. “Go on, tell me.”

“YOU KNOW… THIS IS DEFINITELY the most complicated potion we’ve brewed,” George mumbled in concentration, swirling the bubbling, blue liquid that filled the twins’ cauldron with a regular stirring stick, Fred’s impatient hum heard in response.

“Just wish it didn’t take forever to bloody make it,” he grumbled, but his sour frown cosmically warped into a wide grin when he saw that the glop had stopped bubbling—usually, it was a sign that the potion was complete… George, however, wasn’t entirely sure.

“That doesn’t seem right,” it was George’s turn to frown, the ginger turning his head to find the instruction book he was following (stolen from the Restricted Section of the library, of course). Fred completely ignored his twin brother’s confused mumbles, simply inspecting how the solution had darkened, creating a shade of turquoise. Shrugging like it was nothing to worry about, the older brother retrieved a vial from his potion-making kit as George spoke again.

“Fuck’s sake,” George groaned, scratching his head as he chucked the rather thick tome onto his desk, turning around to glance at the cauldron. “It’s supposed to be purple—FRED!”

Completely unbeknownst to George, Fred had downed a single vial of the rich secretion, watching with his mouth slack open as his brother burped, grimacing whilst glancing at the younger twin.

“Tastes like shit,” but George didn’t care about the taste.

“You’re actually such a moronic piece of—I didn’t make the potion right!” exclaimed George, examining Fred’s form since he was worried that the latter would transform into something… odd. The other’s expression crumbled, feeling completely fine as he stared at his body—nothing was wrong. Not yet, anyway…

“I feel fine, Georgie—and, anyway, this is a good thing! You know we have to test every single one of our creations, even if we already know they’re not going to work.” The younger couldn’t really argue with that, running a hand through his short, ginger locks, his light brown eyes (that matched Fred’s to the T, of course) locked on Fred.

“We’re only good at those stupid love potions, you know that,” George breathlessly chuckled, deciding to turn his head away for only a moment, just to check the book to see what he’d missed. They were both stupendous when it came to concoctions in general, but they wanted to give it a good go before asking Fred’s girlfriend, you, since you’d most likely say no, regardless.

“Well, yeah, but—eurgh,” Fred pulled a face of disgust, clutching his stomach as he doubled down, his eyebrows furrowing as his vision grew clouded; something was wrong. But George, the clueless don, was too busy flicking through the pages of his embezzled book. “George—”

“This is so odd. I don’t really get what I did wrong…” George respired to himself, unaware of his brother’s… changing self. “Oh, for the love of Merlin—I didn’t add enough fluxweed. Wait, so, what the fuck did I make—?”

“GEORGE.”

“WHAT?” Just the same, as soon as George fluctuated to face his annoying twin brother, his mouth clamped shut, his eyes widening in utter amazement at the sight before him.

It was like Fred had become their only sister, Ginny… only, his hair was shorter and Ginny’s nose was definitely more fleshed out and… buttony? Fred was basically Fred, but the girl version. And George had never been more freaked out.

“Oh my fuck—”

“Don’t you dare freak out on me—I should be the one freaking out!” interjected Fred, his guise encapsulated by the same distress that illustrated George.

“Godric… I think I brewed some sort of Polyjuice Potion,” he mumbled in return, staggering back so he could sit on his desk, clearly still a little befuddled. Confused.

“Oh, you think?”

You burst out laughing, collapsing against Fred as he released an annoyed ebb of air, holding you all the same—your forehead touched his chest, which was now pillowed with soft, clothed breasts, as you tried to stifle the many giggles erupting your lungs, but you couldn’t help yourself. The narration was a little funny. Very funny. Extremely funny—

“Now you find it amusing?” Fred raised an eyebrow as you exhaled airily, your pretty smile warming your boyfriend’s heart; you were so dear to him. Nibbling your bottom lip, you tugged his feminine form towards your bed, speaking as you did so.

“You’re actually unbelievable—no wonder why George makes all the potions.”

“He’s the one who got it wrong!” he sounded so exasperated, leading you to cackle even more as you gently pushed him to sit, straddling his lap. You buried your face into the crook of his neck, humming to yourself; feeling quite exhausted yourself, you couldn’t help but giggle quietly, imagining the whole story in your head.

“How long will this… version of you last, d’you reckon?” you asked, feeling Fred’s long arms wound around your waist, keeping you close—always keeping you close. “As furious as I am since you could’ve died—” His ‘pffft’ made you roll your eyes, but you didn’t respond to it. “It is quite… pleasing to look at.” Fred raised both of his eyebrows.

“What’s pleasing?”

“I dunno… your face.”

“And?”

“Um… your voice?”

“And?”

“Your… body, I guess,” your cheeks flushed with embarrassment as you cleared your throat, hearing his raspy chuckle as his fingers caressed your hips. You hadn’t realised until now, but he’d been wearing your rings, your boyfriend. Probably trying some of your lip glosses on whilst you had been gone.

“Wanna roleplay while it lasts?” you could practically hear his wink as you gagged, shoving his chest as you picked your head up.

“Ew! No,” you firmly stated, meeting his gaze with a hint of sterness tingling your countenance. He merely pouted again in return; it was his turn to hide in your neck, causing you to giggle again, his glossed lips tickling your pulse point as you tried not to suspire.

“…Can I do your makeup?”

“No,” he answered. Though, after a beat of silence, he mumbled. “Fine.”

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mrs-monaghan · 8 months ago

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all joker clowns thinks the same isn’t it ? 😭 I think the same too. And like they did with ms announcement in Jeju they’ll say it like it’s a normal Tuesday for them…

I’m waiting for that day so I can distribute sweets on my neighborhood 🤡🙌��

I honestly couldn't tell if you're hating or not, which is why I'm replying to this. I'm so confused 😂 i mean, u said clowns so ig you're an anti? I decided not to be replying to antis anymore but I'm not sure what you are so....

Yes.

This is exactly what is going to happen. They've done it before. They lived together for years and didn't bother to hide it. And yet people still called them bros. So yeah, they will do it again after MS and you will still be here idiotically laughing coz "they said it like it was a normal Tuesday."

Maybe they said it so casually because it was??? I'm sure when they first heard about it they cried and celebrated and had one of the happiest fucks of their lives. It was already in their system by the time they were discussing it on the show so yeah, they talked about it like it was no big deal. Because the big deal reaction had already happened in private with eo and their loved ones. We weren't privy to that and thats okay.

I will dumb it down for ya and give you an example. When I got married, for the next two weeks I was like "I'M MARRIED!?!?!?!" 🥰😄🥳😭😃😁👏🏽☺🤸🏽‍♀️🤸🏽‍♀️🤸🏽‍♀️🤸🏽‍♀️ Then after a month I was like "I'm married" ☺🥰😁

3 months in, while I'm still super happy to be married, I dont say it all cheery and loud and stuff. Its just like, "yeah, I'm married." 🤷🏽‍♀️😁

Sometimes its easier to give y'all the most simplest answer because you just can't think for yourselves. 🤧

In the words of Monk; here's what happened:

Military enlistment is mandatory. Inevitable. Its something that was always going to happen no matter what. Jikook knew this... had accepted this... were prepared for this. They'd have to go almost 2 years without seeing eo... (if their breaks didn't allign) without spending quality time together. They were aware of this and had accepted it. It was unfortunate... and sad... but it was the reality and there was nothing they could do about it.

But then... BUT THENNNN there was talk about exemption and oh shit! There was hope.

That maybe... just maybe, BTS would be exempted and they wouldn't have to do this thing that they really didn't wanna do. That Jikook wouldn't have to be separated at all like they'd thought all these years. Like they'd mentally prepared for. They didn't want to... but they are only human and so they allowed themselves to hope.

Unfortunately, that did not end up happening and so they had to proceed as planned and serve just like everyone else. But here's the thing, hope had occurred. Hope is awful. Just awful. Because now Jikook had to accept reality all over again.

But you know what? They tried. They did their best. They accepted it was happening. For 18 months, they would serve separately, it would soon be over and they would be reunited. It wouldn't be easy, but they didn't have a choice.

But here's the thing, that ugly thing, hope? JK had felt it and now he couldn't... he couldn't. He just, simply, couldn't. The idea of going without Jimin for 2 years was just too much. He can't even go without Jimin for a day how was he going to do that for almost 2 freaking years??? It just... it wasn't... no. Just, no. Absolutely fucking not.

Jimin saw this and couldn't let his Jungkook go on like this. There is nothing he hates more in this world than to see JK unhappy and thus the idea of enlisting together was born.

But- but- they knew better this time than to hope. They couldn't. They couldn't hope. Not just yet.

(Thanks @chicknbunny13 😘 )

(JK didn't need reminding they were enlisting. If this was in Jeju where they already knew their request had been approved, JK wouldn't have playfully swatted at Jimin 😂) imo anyway.

Where were we? Right. Hope was threatening to rear its ugly head but they weren't gonna do it. Not this time. So months go by... fingers crossed until they finally get the good news!!!

They were ecstatic, of course. Over the fucking moon. And this part you Jikook anti anon and all of us didn't get to see it. We didn't see them get the good news. We didn't see them cry in happiness. We didn't see them tell the members and their families. We didn't see the celebratory love making 😔😪 we missed all of it. But guess what? It happened.

And they talked about it many times after that. And we just so happened to catch one of the times they talked about it casually on camera. It seems to me like you expected them to make a big deal about it. But your dumb ass didn't stop to wonder why they would when they'd already known about it before hand???

Sit down anon. Stupidity doesn't look good on anyone.

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imsofuckingscaredofskeleons · 1 month ago

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just finished cinderella's castle and i have at least one million things to say

overall i LOVED it. i don't agree with a lot of the hate it's receiving. i will say that prince charming had a couple of jokes that made me laugh here and there but the constant sex jokes got annoying.

HOWEVER i do NOT agree with the general opinion that this show is worse than the other starkid shows simply because of its humor. although i love starkid humor, it was really refreshing to see a work from them that contained humor but was not centered around being a comedy. i think it shows another side of what starkid is capable of. i know that their reputation is almost entirely built upon their unique comedy, starkid is not the same as it was when it first started. its grown much further and gained much more talent, skill, and funding that allows for different creative pathways. i think people too often expect for starkid to release comedy gold after comedy gold, and for each show to be funnier and more 'starkid-esque' than the last. i personally didn't go in with the expectation that this would be a highly comedic show, which is maybe why i didn't mind that it wasn't all that funny. i do see what people are saying about the humor maybe falling flat as a whole, though. most of the humor was just sex jokes, and there are other times when you can tell they were trying to be funny but even the live audience didn't give much reaction. even so, i much much MUCH prefer this show being more serious and dramatic with bits of humor than the other way around!

as for the story itself, i really liked it! i do think that it's a bit rushed at points, but it didn't take much away from the show for me personally.

one tiny (and highly controversial opinion, i know) is that i just wish jeff blim sang more in his range. that's not to say i despise his falsettos! i just wish he didn't rely so heavily on them because he's shown in the past how good his singing skills are and i'd really like to see him dip into his natural range more and just incorporate the falsetto rather than rely on it.

also was really hoping ella and tadius would get married at the end of the show :( but i suppose i can headcanon it until my brain just excepts it as canon. on the note of tadius, curt did AMAZING!! honestly all of the actors did such a fantastic job. angela was beyond crazy good at the evil role. kim whalen made that singing look so natural and effortless. bryce was of course killing it vocally the entire time. it was really nice to see bryce who is so beyond talented get to play the lead role!! the score was a bit odd to me but i dont hate it, and the mixture of classical and contemporary choreo, especially during the ball, was really nice! i think one of my favorite parts about the performances was all of the accents, they were terrific and just scratched my brain every time

my BIGGEST outake from the show was the sets. like oh my god it was so beyond gorgeous. when the tree came down??? amazing. and it was so refreshing considering the hatchetfield shows don't use many props or set pieces (which is great for those shows!! it's apart of what makes them hatchetfield shows rather than just any other starkid shows) so this felt like the first time really seeing starkid lean into the whole set and prop thing. and the PUPPETS??? so fucking spectacular. and beyond that, the puppeteer work was out of this world. i loved that you could still see the actors behind the puppets. angela's movements with the puppets along with her still evil performance inside the puppet was amazing. and jon and joey KILLED IT with their physicality and facial expressions, i'm so happy they were dressed up and obvious behind the puppets. their outfits, especially the long braid wig and the bowl cut added so much to the characters and the performance. in fact, all of the outfits in the show were so so so good, i especially loved tadius and sir-hop-a-lot's outfits. i also liked how the evil sister's outfits looked like rapunzel and belle's outfits, both the dresses and the wigs. it was a really nice but subtle touch!

so overall this was one of my favorite starkid shows. although it had its flaws, i think it got wayyy too much hate. it was ambitious and it was so refreshing to see starkid try something out of their usual comedies, and to put more into the sets, props, and outfits. a solid 8/10 for me!

#starkid #cinderella's castle #cinderellas castle spoilers #cc spoilers #i did not in fact read this over sorry if its full of spelling mistakes lol

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ariseur · 8 days ago

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since requests are open and i just read about ur reply yo the soft sephiroth anon, i was wondering/hoping if u could write something domestic about cloud!! maybe a simple day between him and reader, something sweet and calm after yhe whole mess of what their life is, you know? always fighting, adventuring, here and there! obviously if this is too vague or/and u dont like it, it’s fine! honestly ill take any cloud x reader i can bc ur works are always Perfect. Amazing. I send u a kiss mwa!!! 🩷

cloud doesn’t get why you like seeing the scars on his body.

not fresh, of course — as he can always notice the pinch in the center of your brows get a little tighter whenever he comes home with a fresh bandage or when one of the others has to tell you about what happened first.

but at times, when you lay at night, he’ll see you tracing the scars that litter his body. regardless of whether they’re from a paper cut, a bruise from an old hinged door, or a gash from one of the more infesting creatures in the slums. certain scars that spells can’t take away, as they always leave a little patch of pinkish skin behind rather than its original color.

exhausted, your limbs sprawl out across your bed, wincing at the bruises from your body after earlier that day. a hot shower can’t even scrub away at the difficulties of your job.

cloud hops in bed next to you, watching as you shift around. he sheds his second skin (his buster sword) and lets it rest against the desk next to your bed, turning on the lamp as he sits in the bed and allows the ache in his muscles to just rest.

(a tired sigh slips past his lips, and these pillows have never felt better.)

his hair’s still a little damp from the shower earlier, droopy like an umbrella soaked from the evening rain. you stifle a chuckle at his similarity to a wet cat, big eyes and all.

your hands find his leg, almost in search of something; twisting and turning as your eyes follow the slope of his toned calf. eyes widening fractionally, a small hum escapes you as your eyes land on a small mark extending across the bone of his ankle. your hands warm against his leg, a feeling that cloud has gotten used to after being able to sleep soundly within the same bed as you.

azure eyes peer down at you, the dim glow of your apartment light gracing your face as you hang upside down, feet propped up on the headboard of the bed as he sits upright — your thumb grazing a long scar on his ankle. his face twists, a head tilt in confusion.

“what’re you doing?” he asks.

your hand pauses in its ministrations. “what do you mean?”

“you always do that,” cloud’s brows furrow in confusion. “look at all my scars. how come?”

you shrug, though it’s a bit awkward from how you’re positioned. looking back up at him, you cross your feet together at the ankles and gaze in thought.

“i just do, they’re like little stories,” you give a small laugh, dripping in sincerity. it makes cloud’s breath hitch a bit, admiring the way you tilt your head with the engulfment of dingy, warm lighting, before he scoffs and crosses his arms.

“cheesy.”

“you love it,” you grin. he hates how he really does.

he huffs, and lolls his head back against the headboard. “why don’t you lay down like a normal person?” his hand gestures to how you’re sitting, fingers now splayed and interlocked on your stomach.

“because i have to get all these stories, even the ones down at your feet,” you say, finger tickling at the ball of his foot. he grimaces and tucks them away from you.

“if you do that again, it’s not my fault if you get kicked in the face.”

you smile, and do it again. turns out, he wasn’t joking. you now restrain yourself from tickling cloud.

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requests are open — may fourth, 2024

sorry this is like actually so short and so buns.. it is currently 2:58am and i am very delirious and have been studying all day. hope this was okay 💔

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norizz-nation · 2 years ago

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Hi can you do a Carlos x French reader smut I want the dynamic to be daddy and baby girl but can you don’t do directly the smut like can you explain before what happened to have them in bed if you can example what they were doing before🥹🫶🏻thx you’re the best🥰💓🫶🏻

Thank you so much sweetheart and I hope I can reach your expectations ❤️

My little angel ❤️

Summary: your parents finally allowed you to go abroad on a vacation and you decided to go to spain where things took a quick turn

Warnings: nsfw, 18+, daddy kink, size kink, choking, praise kink

“Please mum! Im 22 now! I can go out alone” you stated to your mum as she kept saying no for quite a few times. You then let out a frustrated sigh as your mum said “well just dont do anything illegal and dont get in trouble okay?” you then rolled your eyes and couldn’t help but laugh at what she just said. “Aweh mum dont worry” you said as you hugged her tightly.

Honestly you were loving Spain, the weather, the people, the atmosphere everything was so different than what its in France. It has been 2 days since you’re here, loving your sweet little trip. After roaming around in Madrid for a while you wanted to go to this museum although you didn’t like museums that much.

As you went there you sort of felt lost because you didn’t actually see the museum map before going inside which ended up you wandering here and there. All this time there was this man who was examining every move of yours from distance. You suddenly bumped to a man when you turned around and apologized immediately as you looked up at him who was looking at you with a smirk on his face. “You look like youre lost in this town, lost in this museum. Do you need help baby girl?” He asked, his tone was so polite and gentle. “Baby girl?” You asked as you furrowed your brows and crossed your arms together. He then chuckled at your question and started nodding his head. “I mean, you look really young and innocent. May i know what your name is?” He asked as he looked at you straight in the eye. “Im y/n not baby girl” you said as you rolled your eyes at him and he smiled. “Im carlos by the way. But you dont seem like you’re from here. Are you?” He asked as you shook your head. “No no im actually french” you said. “Wow that’s interesting, i can show you around baby girl” carlos said as he pointed at the main gate to signal you to leave with him and you just smiled.

The whole evening was fun with him, every little jokes he cracked made you laugh so hard. Teaching you a little bit of spanish in between your conversations with him. Everything just seemed great with him. But the “baby girl” nickname just stayed there. “Why do you keep calling me that? I have a name” you said as you laughed a little. “Because you are a baby girl. So beautiful and innocent for this world” he said as he got closer to you. His lips just a few inches away from yours as you started to feel the heat rush through your body. Somehow his presence was so powerful that you could just give yourself to him. You parted your lip a little as you tried to lean in but Carlos grabbed your face and snapped you back to reality. “Oh, you try to be so wild in front of me but inside you’re just a sweet little angel, so naive and sweet” he said as his thumb started to caress your lips as the need inside of you grew much more than before.

“Youre so innocent baby girl. Oh the things I would love to do to you, right now” he said that was just like a whisper in your ear. “Like what?” You asked as you looked up at him with doe eyes. “Oh you’ll know soon, you’ll know” he said as he came more closer, letting your heart beat faster than before. Your whole body stiffened as he felt him pull away and smirk just inches away from your lips, teasing you to the point where you couldn’t take it anymore as you let out a frustrated sigh. “Being frustrated wont help baby girl, come with me” he said as he turned around to look at you with a cocky smile on his face.

The fragrance his house had was so warm and welcoming as you sat on the couch and carlos brought a bottle of wine and placed it on the table. After a couple of drinks you started to feel carlos’ cologne more in your nose. You just wanted to wrap your hands around him. The tension grew stronger between you two.

Carlos then came closer to you as he placed his huge hands on your thigh chuckling at the sight that you are so small. "Fuck baby girl, you're really small for me. But dont worry im gonna make it fit in your hole. All your holes" he whispered in your ear as shiver ran down your spine and you rubbed your thighs together. "God, look at you. Already needy." he said as he looked down and looked back at you as he came closer to lips and brushed his lips with yours causing you to open your mouth a little but that didn’t help. You then whined and groaned as you looked at him with puppy eyes. “You really think youre gonna get what you want from me just by whining? Not at all angel. Use your pretty little mouth of yours” he said as his hand wrapped around your neck, choking it lightly first then tightening the grip as you gulped at the sight in front of you. He then pulled your t-shirt up and dropped it on the floor as he wrapped his hands around your waist to lift you up and position you properly on your back, as he groaned at the fact that his hands fit perfectly around your waist. “God, even your waist is smaller than my hands” he said as he trailed his finger down your lower abdomen as you started to squirm in his touch again.

He then tucked in your pants and you tried to push it down by grabbing his hand but he was strong enough to stay still and not push it down. “Use. Your. Words” he said, his tone so cold as you whined out. “I-i want you” you managed to say. “No its not good enough baby girl. Tell me properly” he said as he unzipped your pants slowly. “I want y-you to fuck me. P-please” you said whining as you ran your hands over his chest. “Yeah thats more like it” he said as he grabbed your hand and kissed it. He then pulled your pants down along with your underwear and did the same with himself.

Carlos brushed his tip at your entrance that made wet sounds from your pussy as a string of slick connected with his dick to your pussy as he groaned at the sight. “Fuck baby girl, your pussy is so small for me. Can you take it like a good little girl you are? Take it all for me?” He said as he caressed your face and you nodded impatiently. He then went inside of you slowly and stayed still for a moment until you started to rock your hips against him. At first his thrusts were slow and gentle but he went deep inside of you every time. “Fuck carlos, stop teasing me” you said as you bucked your hips up. “Beg for it baby girl” he said as he smirked at you. “F-fuck me harder daddy p-please!” You pleaded as he choked you again and kissed your ear before saying “daddy huh? youre that needy?” you just nodded as he went faster and you dig your nails in his forearms. “Fuck fuck f-fuuuck yes!” You screamed out.

Carlos then pulled your legs above his shoulder and kissed your ankles as he continued to fuck you. The heat between you two, the intensity, everything was just too much to handle. “You look like an angel baby girl” he said as he groaned. “My little angel” he threw his head back as his breathing got heavier. “Daddy i-im gonna c-cum so bad, fuck” you said as your back started to arch uncontrollably. “Me too baby girl, me too” he said breathlessly. You both got down from your high when carlos kissed you, so softly that it made you melt. His kiss was so sweet and gentle.

“Wanna watch the stars?” He asked out of nowhere as he kissed your forehead. “Yes” you said that was like a whisper. You both then went to the terrace as you snuggled in his arms and watched the stars. His finger twirling in your back as he rested his face on your head. “When are you gonna go back to France?” He asked softly, his voice sounded like he wanted you to stay there forever, with him. “Tomorrow evening” you said as you looked up at him and saw his face froze as he said nothing. You sat back up with a concerned look on your face. “I can come visit you again if you want carlos” you said as you cupped his face and his face started to fall. His eyes begging you to stay. “Or maybe I can go visit you” he said, his voice started to break a bit. You smiled and nodded. “Yeah exactly” you said. “Promise me you’ll come back again” carlos said as he came closer to you. You then hugged him tightly “i promise carlos” you reassured him as you felt tear in the corner of your eye.

A/N: requests are open! feel free to ask what you want me to write! luv you ❤️

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nagito-kissmaeda · 16 days ago

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Hi I am going to complain about Eito from 100 line now. Warning for spoilers from day 98 onwards and a BUNCH of routes. Just to be clear, he is my favorite and i love him, my complaints come from love only.

OKAY SO UH, Eito 100% has a komaeda-style heel turn towards the back end of the game and reveals himself to be NOT on your side at all. Very cool very sexy. I was anticipating this, hoping for it, fingers crossed begging for it. There's a very sexy sprite where he is winking and covered in blood, it makes me insane. NOW, the reason i am MAD, is because his motive is just....lame....and dumb....and bad. It honestly kinda ruined him for me. It's nonsensical. NOW, i must clarify that i don't have the time, nor energy to finish all the routes but i have consulted a friend who has already done so, and will be leaning on him a little bit here, but even his assertions that his motive does have SOME legitimacy is not enough to make me calm down so. Eito, sees all humans as monsters. literally, visually, smell-ually (not a word). he claims this is due to a birth defect. First of all, if this is how all humans have always looked, then you wouldn't......consider them monsters? why would you be disgusted by them if you have never known any different, had no point for comparison? Second of all, how boring, how lame, how stinky. It has none of that emotional depth or comprehensive motivation that uhhhhh.....my favorite guy komaeda has. It's just "i hate all humans, they smell, i read a book about WW2 once." couldnt he have just been a regular person abandoned by the system? Determined to send a message? That would be surface level but at least it would be emotive and understandable. Now, my friend who has actually finished the routes has some clarifications, so ill be going by what he has said here, but FIRST. if you are reading this and dont already know what happens after day 98 then BOY HOWDY do i have some news for you. So. Eito fucks everything up and ruins your plans. hes so cool. you kill him and doing so gain some immense power that allows you to GO BACK IN TIME and try again. very cool genuinely very cool (would have been cooler if i didnt have to play 30 hours of pretty boring game to get to it, but okay). Here is where the routes come in. You get to redo the 100 days and each route is a different attempt based on your choices. Now my friend says, that some of these routes do contain more explanations about Eito and imply that his 'disease' was implanted into him by a group that wants humanity dead and that he is a plant. Now. i dont hate that, BUUUUUUT, why did they have to do that at all? Why not just....send down a guy who hates humans and get him to do the dirty work without having to mess around in his brain? And DONT say that they need someone with hemoanima and maybe there was no one on the team who fit the bill because NOZOMI is right there and she snuck in without hemoanima soooooo. W/e, it doesnt fix the problem TO ME, especially since you aren't always going to learn this and learning it doesnt fix the hours i already spent being angry about it lol, if it was something that could happen at the beginning of the route and actually 'fix' eito that would be interesting, but apparently you can only do this around day 60-ish in various routes. Now the reason i say these complaints come from love only, is because i really really liked eito. he was cute, i liked his design, i even support him hating and wanting to kill me. i just think his motive does the game a disservice because it just doesnt have enough interesting layers DESPITE him being otherwise very well written and fun to talk to. he can be such a little shit in the re-dos where he doesnt need to pretend to be nice anymore and i LOVE IT, i just wish it came from a place of more narrative cohesion. There were so many other ways the could have done it, and HONESTLY there are even ways they could have better resolved what they were already working with by giving more solid answers instead of just 'implying' his disease may not actually be genetic. Implication has its merits, but in a game with this many endings, you would hope that at least one of them gives a sufficient explanation, but whatever, that's just my onion.

#/breetalks #eito aotsuki #thllda #the hundred line #last defense academy #the hundred line last defense academy #this game has so many fucking names #thllda spoilers

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anime-grimmy · 7 months ago

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Soooo, you've probably noticed Ive been replaying HZD recently so my mind's been stuck on the franchise for a while.

I finally took the time to actually try and experience Burning Shores for the first time, this time with an unbiased opinion.

Bcs, ngl, when it came out, I was very negative towards it for a couple of reasons. It already started out with me not being able to freaking play this DLC, even though I was so excited for it, cos while HFW was on PS4, the DLC wasnt. And Im wasnt going to buy a whole ass PS5 just for a DLC.

(I will get it once I buy a PS5 for MH Wilds though).

And then, ofc, the elephant in the room - Seyka, or rather Aloy's relationship with her.

I'll preface this with, though it should be obvious with my content, I do NOT have a problem with Aloy being in a gay relationship.

What rly irked me, and honestly still irks me, is that Aloy finally gets to experience new feelings IN A FUCKING DLC. AN EXTENSION A LOT OF THE PLAYERBASE WONT PLAY.

The second reason I didnt enjoy this decision was bcs it felt so rushed. I mean, we're talking about Aloy here! Miss "I dont have time for feelings bcs I gotta save the world"! Miss "I barely just learnt to let others in"!

From what Ive heard, the DLC is over the course of a few weeks/months, so it's not like they fell in love just like that, but Ive also heard that while playing you do not get a feel for that passage of time. I'll have to experience that for myself though.

Now that Ive had some distance from the franchise though, my feelings have changed a bit

Im not going to lie and say I now loooove this decision. No, I am still miffed such enourmous character developement for Aloy is stuck IN A DLC. Not to mention that it was such a bold move to try this with a new character, cos this relationship being perceived well hinges on the player liking Seykay and that fast. Imo she's a fine character but also nothing special.

Now, I do have to say, I am really happy that Aloy has finally come so far that she allows such intimate feelings to develop, or rather, that the devs let her be this way. I know a lot of us still perceive Aloy as this single minded protag, that wont let anyone in bcs "the mission is too important", so Im glad Guerilla shows us that Aloy has undergone quite the growth.

Im also pleasantly surprised that Guerilla has the guts to include romance for Aloy, bcs they were one leg in the "strong women need no (wo)men" pit, so it's great to see they dont let Aloy fall into that trope.

Now, for the FUN part.

I actually have a conspiracy theory, ie I am gaslighting myself on why such a big thing is stuck in a DLC.

I think Guerilla is testing the waters to see how players react. I am pretty sure they can gather the data on what dialogue options players used, so Im thinking this:

Guerilla is trying to gauge the player reaction on a) Aloy developing feelings, b) players thinking Aloy is ready/willing for a relationship, c) same sex relationships. They tried killing quite a few birds with one stone.

I have seen quite a few teasing, winky face posts and replies from Guerilla staff about romance options in the third installment, so my guess (delusion) is that the relationship is hidden in the DLC so Guerilla can plan on how much and obvious to include several romance options in the last title.

I know this is all just wishful thinking, but even if Seyka is a good character, I hope to fucking god that they dont just take that relationship decision away from us, esp with a character bound to a DLC.

Guerilla gave us such a wonderful cast of characters over the last two games, and if they want to give Aloy an "end game" in the third title, I hope they do let us choose with who. Or at least I hope they dont force a relationship we cant choose onto us.

Cos as much as Aloy is her own person, it is still US that make the decisions in game. Through our individual playstyles , we give Aloy our own interpretation. Now, we cant change her core values, but still, I hope to GAIA that Guerilla will give us enough wiggle room.

(Guerilla, Im begging you, Ive already waited 8 years, please dont let my ship sink)

#horizon zero dawn #horizon forbidden west #horizon burning shores #ramble #thoughts #finally wanted to put down my thoughts on burning shores #without being all angy and emotional bout it #still sad i cant play it #(yet)#i wanna fight a horus #also seyka is alright #i dont hate her or anything #and im happy aloy gets to experience a crush #but ogs know ive been an ereloy shipper since the start #and I can respect and accept another ship #doesnt mean i have to like it #esp if it feels so shoehorned in #so we'll see what Horzion 3 brings to the table #pls Guerilla I wanna smooch all of them

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aventurineswife · 5 months ago

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Hi so i sent this but i dont think it sent so ill send it again so uh

I spent literally ALL WEEK GRINDING FOR MISTER BLOND MAN bcz i lost my fifty fifty to ugly dragon loli amd i just needed forty more pulls to garuantee him but guess what 😃

I accidentally pulled on friggin acherons banner and got her instead

So can you please help me cope by writing a fic where that happens to reader but aventurine buys her a bunch of jades so she can get him anyway? Because i need someone to do the for me. I need a stinking rich friend who will gamble for me in mobile games. And yes he knows hes in a game and breaking the fourth wall

Thank you

Also established relationship plz

P.S im still gonna try to get him wish me luck im SO demotivated but its whatever

Luck, Love, and a Thousand Jades

Summary: After the latest banner drop in HSR, you’re excited to pull for your favorite character, Aventurine. However, to your surprise, Aventurine appears in person, offering an overwhelming amount of in-game currency to ensure your reunion. As you summon him with his help, you marvel at the absurdity of it all.

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Romance, Humor, Fictional Crush, Fluff, Surreal, Fourth Wall breaking, Bro is real somehow-

A/N: 💀I feel so bad for you bestie... I do hope you get Aventurine on his banner before it ends! Hope this fic will cheer you up!

The soft hum of your phone filled the cozy room as you sat cross-legged on the couch, your eyes glued to the screen. The banner for the latest update had just dropped, and the character you’d been pining for—Aventurine himself—was finally here. The dazzling image of his in-game model, with all its sharp edges and that maddening smirk, stared back at you, practically taunting you to pull.

“You’re really going to make me work for this, aren’t you?” you muttered, debating whether to throw your measly stash of resources into the gacha abyss or exercise patience for once in your life.

“I’d say you have a better chance of hitting a jackpot than summoning me with that pitiful pile,” a voice drawled behind you.

Your heart jumped into your throat, the phone nearly slipping from your grasp as you whirled around to see him—Aventurine. Not the 2D version on your screen, but the real deal.

Or, at least, the closest thing to it. He stood in the doorway of your living room, hair perfectly tousled, those impossibly vibrant eyes glinting with amusement. The overcoat, the spade-shaped chest window, even the roulette detailing—he looked exactly like his character model, down to the smirk that never seemed to leave his lips.

“Wait, what?” you sputtered, looking between him and your phone. “What are you doing here? How—”

“Ah, ah,” he interrupted, holding up a hand to stop the inevitable spiral of questions. “You’ve already accepted that I’m aware of the... meta circumstances surrounding my existence. Let’s not waste time rehashing the impossible.” He sauntered toward you, the soft click of his polished shoes against the floor making you wonder just how far your suspension of disbelief could stretch. “What I do find curious is why you, my supposed significant other, have yet to summon me.”

Your jaw dropped. “First of all, you’re the hardest character in the game to pull for. Do you have any idea how low the pull rates are? Second, I don’t have enough jades!”

Aventurine chuckled, perching himself on the armrest of the couch beside you. “Darling, do you honestly think I’d let a little thing like odds stand between us?” He reached into his pocket, pulling out a sleek, gold-accented wallet. “Allow me to... invest in our reunion.”

Your eyes widened as he handed you what could only be described as a literal mountain of jades. The shimmering gems appeared in a neat pile on your phone screen as if by magic.

“Where did you even get those?” you asked, utterly baffled.

“Do you really want to know?” he teased, leaning closer until his face was just inches from yours. “Let’s just say, being one of the Ten Stonehearts comes with its perks.”

You stared at the screen, the obscene number of jades practically begging to be spent. “This... this is too much. I can’t just—”

“Of course, you can,” he interrupted smoothly, his gloved hand gently tilting your chin so you were forced to meet his gaze. “Consider it an investment in my ego. After all, how could I possibly allow anyone else to steal your attention?”

You hesitated for a moment longer before sighing. “Fine. But if I don’t get you in the first ten pulls, I’m blaming you.”

“Blame me all you like, darling,” he replied with a wink. “I’ve always had a penchant for high-stakes gambles.”

With a resigned smile, you hit the summon button, the familiar animation spinning across your screen. The first few pulls were a flurry of three-star items and a character you already had, but then—

Gold.

The distinctive glow of a five-star pull lit up the room, and there he was, sitting on his red velvety sofa, looking smug on your screen.

“Well, well,” Aventurine said, his voice full of mock surprise. “It seems fate has finally smiled upon you.”

You turned to him with an incredulous laugh. “You bought fate! This isn’t even fair!”

“Fairness is for those who can’t manipulate the odds,” he said with a smirk, pulling you into a playful embrace. “Now, don’t you think it’s time to show your gratitude? Perhaps dinner, on me?”

You couldn’t help but laugh, leaning into his warmth. “You’re unbelievable, you know that?”

“Unbelievably charming, intelligent, and generous,” he agreed, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Now, shall we celebrate your victory—and my unparalleled generosity?”

As absurd as the situation was, you found yourself smiling. After all, not everyone could say their fictional crush had crossed dimensions just to spoil them with virtual currency. With Aventurine, life was always a gamble—but it was one you’d happily take every time.

#x reader #honkai star rail #hsr #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #hsr aventurine #aventurine x reader #hsr aventurine x reader #aventurine x you #fluff #romance #fictional crush #surreal #fourth wall break #he's real #or whatever

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deathbxnny · 6 months ago

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I’ve been busy.. but that doesnt stop me from daydreaming!

Can i request platonic Vi with a best friend that is like Wriothesley? I didnt realized how similar those two are until i saw Wriothesley’s birthday art. It’s just.. mind blowing. ALSO WRIOTHESLEY AND CLORINDE, VI AND CAITLYN. DO YOU SEE IT?! Personally, i dont ship Wrio and Clorinde but i can see why people even ship them in the first place. I see them as platonic besties who support their endeavor with their respective lover (Neuvilette and Navia respectively)

Context:

Reader and Vi met in prison and just clicked bc they just understood each other. When Caitlyn came to ask Vi for help, Vi also made Caitlyn to allow reader out with her as well. Whatever happens next is your choice to make but please also note how reader is from Piltover.

That’s all and have a good day/night!

(School is just.. really busy rn and i have my final exams next week. Im honestly scared, so i might not be active for a while here. But know that i do read your stuff to time to time to destress. Also i really like the post with my navia request, tysm ^_^)

- Flower Anon 🌸

Vi with a best friend Wriothesley-like!Gn!Reader.

Your words about the Wriothesley and Clorinde comparison have enlightened something in my mind lmao. Also, good luck with your exams, Flower Anon! I really, really hope that they go well and dw about not being active much! I appreciate your support either way and hope you'll enjoy this!<3

Content: Reader is from Piltover, past murders, crimes, platonic relationships, Vi and Reader being a menace duo, sfw

Reader has no mentioned pronouns.

((Not proofread))

You and Vi had your backs from day one after meeting in Stillwater. You were both teens then, having been imprisoned under terrible circumstances, and that made you stick together as a team. There was no one else to look out for you in that hell after all.

During your long, seemingly endless time in jail, you both got to know each other perfectly, with no details about your pasts spared. She came to know about your dark past and the murder of your abusive parents rather early on, yet never judged you for it. If anything, she may have been the only one to understand you.

This was surprising, considering your vastly different upbringings. Vi came from poverty down in the slums of Zaun, whilst you once tasted silver spoons and golden dishes on the daily. But it all faded in this hellscape of a prison, where you both endured torture and pain as equals.

You became an unlikely duo out of that, one that upheld a scary and menacing reputation amongst prisoners and wards alike. She was the more angry, violent one, whilst you were a bit of a joker, your words alone enough to send shivers down anyone's spines. It made you both feel more confident and hopeful, even if a way out was unlikely after many years spent in the prison.

Now, far into your adulthood, you decided to give up on that childish dream of freedom, accepting that your life in Stillwater is all you'll ever know. You were used to it by now and built a routine to follow and survive with. But things changed when that Enforcer girl showed up.

You didn't trust her at all, despite roughly remembering who she was. And unfortunately, she remembered you two, although for all the wrong reasons she would simply scoff at. However, since Vi decided to make a deal with Caitlyn, you decided to leave the past behind and simply accept this opportunity to finally escape this place.

And so, after what felt like endless years of fighting for your survival together, you were finally permitted to breathe, mostly, fresh air and live freely again... even with the grim mission at hand that often left you having to comfort Vi whenever things got too out of hand with her emotions. Hunting down Jinx was more traumatic than she'd let on anyways.

But alas, you eventually began enjoying your time out by trying new tea and pastries, running around your okd neighborhoods, and beating up people with Vi that wronged her in the past. It was all in good fun, even if Caitlyn had to hunt you both down every time.

You were the more calmer and gentler out of the three of you, however, as your rationality and ability to lead effortlessly often came in handy. You were somewhat of a balance between the two when things got really bad, despite your own reservations, and eventually ended up being an accidental wingman with how well you spoke of Vi to Cait. You knew firsthand how bad the prejudice against Zaunites could be and would be damned if she ever mistreated Vi because of it.

Ultimately, life turned out a lot more chaotic outside than it was outside of the prison... but with your best friend at your side, you suppose things would only get more interesting from here.

#arcane #arcane x genderneutral reader #arcane x y/n #arcane x you #arcane x reader #arcane vi #arcane vi x you #arcane vi x reader #vi x y/n #vi x you #vi x reader #vi

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