#i keep forgetting i have a tag for thirsts ^^;;;; oops

[merakiui]

omg, dacryphillia with Azul like mentioned in your last post please, please, please, I need it-

>:) imagine wringing so many orgasms out of him that he can't cum anymore and he's sobbing because he's so exhausted and overstimulated, tears streaking down his cheeks in fat, salty globs. His makeup is an absolute mess, all smeared and smudged, and there's ink dribbling from his lips because at some point you made him ink with your ministrations. <3 you're telling him he can cum one more time, right? He's a good boy, right? He's your perfect, pretty, crybaby Azul, right? Just once more and then you'll kiss his tears away and let him fuck you if he's still feeling it.

Azul is so convinced he's an ugly crier because he hiccups and heaves and gets so snotty and whines and whimpers like the world is ending, so he always tries to avoid breaking down in his daily life no matter how tough things get. But then you get your hands on him and he's reduced to a squishy, crybaby octopus and he hates it because he doesn't want to be that, but you're mixing sweetness in with the bitter and it feels good. Yes, he's a crybaby, but he's your crybaby. Your cute, handsome, lovely crybaby octopus who's cumming dry and drooling ink and saliva; and his eyes keep rolling back up into his head and he's arching his back on the mattress, his fingers curling into the sheets. You send him to heaven every time you do this, and he's so addicted to you and your voice and the feeling of your hands and mouth wrapped around his poor weeping cock. :(

You take everything he's worked so hard to become: the untouchable, charismatic, silver-tongued businessman; and you reduce him to something pathetic and weak and blubbery with just a few skillful touches and kisses. But, oddly enough, he doesn't mind it. Because when he gets like this, you still love him and you always shower him with affection before, during, and after. He's so hooked on all of these feelings you give him, and the feeling of your tongue lapping up his tears is a heady ecstasy he's fallen for.

If you ever leave him, he'll cry an ocean and then you'll really have no choice but to drown in him.

[imjusttpeachy]

she's a rae of sunshine (c.h.)

okay so this was a request but i completely read it wrong so i’m gonna write it again but i finished this one anyway so here take it

so sorry to the anon who requested it bc u were so fuckin sweet i’ll have it up asap i promise

playlist

ralph castelli - morning sex

crumb - bones

jorja smith - teenage fantasy

summary: balancing college life and wanting to support your best friends online endeavors was difficult, but reader regrets trying a little harder when she finally meets one of her newer stream-mates

word count: 2, 828

WARNINGS: she/her pronouns used, coarse language, lowkey OOC Corpse, that needs its own warning i’m sorry,

•••

“Look you knew I had to stream before I said you could come over ya fuckin idiot.”

“Yea I knowwwww, I just wanted to spend more time with my super-hot best friend forever.”

Being the best friend of an online personality had its perks— the amazing trips you got to hitch a ride on, the adoring fans that seemed to latch on to you as well, the sponsorships that would always send you something along with the original PR package, and especially the way she was able to choose their own work hours.

Well... mostly.

As much as you adored spending time together during the day, whether it be shopping or going out for brunch, those late nights that always seemed to hold the most memories you held so dear were few and far between. Of course, you couldn’t blame her; responsibilities were responsibilities, and fuck if you’d let your selfish wants override the way she chooses to get her work done. You really couldn’t be one to judge either-- having to call off dates because you’d underestimated the time you needed to complete a school paper, or when a last-minute lab was called in and you’d have to leave her sitting alone in those cafes with your half-finished mocha and a promise to Venmo her the money to cover it later. What left you feeling the most guilty, though, was the fact that you weren’t able to watch her content as much as you’d like to. Sure, you’d catch a few minutes of a stream here and there but any time you spent apart was usually spent with your head buried in a book, mind bleary with countless espresso shots trying to keep your tired eyes focused on the seemingly unending work in front of you.

But, a distraction every now and then couldn’t hurt. Right?

Having had enough of your current assignment, any coherent thought was long gone, you’d decided to pay your favourite person a little visit. You knew she’d probably be busy as she hadn’t replied to your previous text for a few hours, but knowing her presence alone and any passing comments would lift the heaviness that had found its home in your head and chest, you shot her a message to let her know that her office couch would be occupied by you for the next few hours. Normally, you’d just show up so you knew she wouldn’t have a problem with it; so when that fateful message popped up on your phone giving you the go-ahead you completely ignored the warning of her work schedule and drove right over.

So now here you were, sprawled haphazardly on her couch clad in sweats and a sports bra scrolling through your phone as you watched her finish her final touches so she could start her stream.

“You’re gonna be in the background of my face cam if you wanna sit there y’know.” Groaning in response to her warning not wanting to move from the comfy spot you just found, you looked over at her with the best puppy eyes you could muster. She chuckled softly, raising her hands in surrender as she turned back to her setup. “Hey I really don’t care, just warning ya bug. The thirst comments and screenshots are outta my hands.”

Scoffing under your breath at her comment, you turned your head back to your phone as a Twitter notification popped up at the top of your screen.

Corpse Husband: streaming among us in a few mins, join in on youtube

Heartbeat picking up slightly, you scrambled for the purse you’d thrown at the base of the couch for your headphones. Ever since you’d found this handsome-voiced stranger’s channel on your late night horror binges, you had fallen completely in love. While you weren’t typically the type to watch video game commentary outside of Rae, his voice got you completely hooked and you couldn’t get enough of it. Yeah, maybe you were a bit of a simp, but that sweet and genuine personality that hid behind that gravelly tone had you melting completely into his clutches. You tried to convince yourself to get over it, you didn’t even know what he looked like. But, y’know, a little crush wouldn’t hurt anybody right?

“Going live in T-minus 30 seconds babe.” Jumping slightly as Rae’s voice knocked you out of dreamland, you mumbled out a small “got it” as you once again got focused on getting your headphones connected to your phone. You’d never been able to watch one of his lives before, his horror commentary videos usually playing as background noise as you did schoolwork or while you were falling asleep. Practically shaking with excitement, you opened your YouTube app seeing the live at the very top and tapping on it immediately only to be met with that sweet laugh ringing through your headphones like music to your ears. You grinned to yourself, grabbing the throw pillow you had previously tossed to the floor and hugging it to your chest while your eyes remained glued to your phone screen, completely forgetting what was happening around you as you zeroed in on the gravelly tone you’d fallen oh-so in love with.

“Hey (Y/N) wave hi.” You startled slightly as the faint voice of your friend sounded from across the room. Glancing up from your phone, you pulled an earbud from your ear and furrowed your brows at her before slowly processing what she said, lifting a hand in greeting to her watchers. She laughed at your confusing antics, turning slightly in her chair to look over at you. “What the hell are you so smiley about?”

“…Nothing..” You grinned widely as her laugh once again resounded around the room, shaking her head at you before turning back to her screen with a scoff, muttering something under her breath so only her watchers could hear. Smile still plastered across your lips, you settled back down into the comfiness of the couch and popped your earbud back in, zeroing in again on the screen in front of you. Watching as Corpse moved his character around the lobby as he waited for his friends to join, a small giggle escaped from under your breath; trying your best to be mindful of Rae’s stream but not being able to hold back the flustered feeling welling up in your chest, mind giddy with the thought of finally being able to see one of his famous live streams, well, live. It had only been a few seconds later when you heard Rae’s voice once again, only this time, not as muffled as before.

“What’s up motherfuckers.” Brows furrowing in confusion, you lifted your hand to your earbud and pulled it from your ear once again, hearing her voice from across the room but from your other earbud as well. No, there was no fucking way. All your questions were answered, though, as you glanced back down at your phone screen seeing a red character move around the game lobby along with Corpse’s, the gamer tag ‘Valkyrae’ floating just above it. Blinking hard at your screen trying to convince yourself that your eyes were lying to you, you slowly pulled your hand to cover your mouth in shock. How… How could you possibly not know they knew each other? With the way they spoke to each other in sarcastic comments, poking fun at the other it sounded like they were close too. Body finally catching up with your thoughts, you scrambled at your phone, shaky hands moving as quickly as they could to pull up your texts with Rae. Your fingers tapped furiously at the screen, anxious to get back to the live stream to listen in more but also needing to know what the fuck was going on.

TO my rae of sunshine: care to explain what the fuck is going on??! how the fuck do you know corpse husband?????!??!

“Oops sorry guys, guess I forgot to turn off my phone ringer-“ Staring up at the back of her head helplessly, you watched as she picked up her phone seeming to read out the text before bursting into a peal of laughter. Tossing a look at you over her shoulder, you looked back down at your phone bashfully, seeing the three loading dots in your message thread indicating that she was messaging you back.

my rae of sunshine: lol what about it? you gotta crush on him or something?

TO my rae of sunshine: …no

Hitting send you rushed back to the stream, anxious to see what Corpse was saying in response to Rae’s absence, not thinking anything about your brief conversation and thinking you would discuss it after she had logged off for the night. Though, as you heard her phone chime again from across the room followed by another bark of laughter, you knew you weren’t getting off that easy.

“What are you laughing about?” Corpse’s honeyed voice sounded from your earbud, hearing Rae’s giggles from what you presumed to be their discord voice chat. Glancing anxiously between his stream and the reflection of Rae’s face cam in one of her monitors, your heart began to sink as you watched that familiar mischievous grin tugging at the edge of her lips.

“Oh just my friend (Y/n) sent me a funny meme”

“Wait, is she the one in some of your Instagram posts?” You swear your heart stopped beating at that moment, eyes glued to the screen in front of you as you tried helplessly to process the conversation happening right in front of you. He knew who you were? You thought you’d always be lost among the hundreds of thousands of his new adoring fans, left in the anonymity of your Twitter tag in his subtweets, or just another subscriber that fawned over him silently behind a keyboard. Knowing that he’d actually seen your face you could feel your own beginning to heat at that moment; you brought your hands your mouth again, unknowingly curling your body tighter around the pillow in your lap as you tried to hide your face behind it as you become more and more flustered from the words nonchalantly escaping his mouth.

“Yea that’s her, pretty thing isn’t she? She’s my absolute favourite.”

That’s it, you were gonna fucking kill her.

“I mean, yeah... I guess..” The timid words followed by a soft awkward chuckle had your breath hitching in your throat. There was no fucking way this was happening. This had to be a dream, that was the only possible explanation. You were just about to pinch yourself when Rae’s voice startled you from your thoughts.

“She’s actually over right now. She insisted on getting wine drunk later tonight because her professor’s been on her ass lately. I’ll get her to come say hi.” Rae had barely turned around in her chair when she was met with your wide-eyed gaze, panic painted across your features as you shook your head wildly. You were in no state to be talking to your long-time internet crush in such a casual setting. But with the look Rae shot you from her chair as she started to plug another headset into her PC, you knew you had no choice and begrudgingly pulled yourself from the couch almost tripping over your own feet as you shakily walked over to Rae. Shooting her another pleading look, she only shoved the headset in your direction in return as she grinned up at you. Finally biting the bullet, you pulled on the headset and leaned down toward the mic.

“Hi, how’s it going?” Cursing at yourself for how quiet and shaky your words came out, you barely had any time to think it over before a chorus of greetings sounded through the headset. A small giggle escaped your lips as you watched the different Discord icons appear and disappear from the top of the screen. You knew most of these people already which made you even more confused as to how you managed to miss that voice from all the discord chats and voice calls. Well, knowing them was a bit of an overstatement anyway; you knew /of/ them, and they knew /of/ you in the other times you popped up in the background or in passing conversation during Rae’s streams. They did know you well enough, though, to know this was not the way you usually spoke around them.

“No way, that can’t be the (Y/N) I know!” The voice you recognize as Sean echoes through your headset, another chorus of knowing laughter following quickly after. Taking a deep breath you managed to force out a few words that would get them off your case.

“…Shut the fuck up”

“There she is!!” As the group erupted in laughter yet again, all you could focus on was the faint deep chuckle that resounded through your headset. Feeling your face start to heat up, you covered your wide grin with your hand as butterflies burst through your stomach; you could listen to that laugh all day. Before you were able to speak again, though, that heavenly voice piped up and wiped all train of thought from your mind.

“Nice to meet you (Y/N).”

“It’s nice to meet you too Corpse. I gotta be honest ‘n say I’m a pretty big fan of your no-sleep work.” And... there’s the word vomit. Fuck, you could feel your cheeks starting to heat up with the ongoing realization of who you were talking to.

“Aha thank you, I uh really appreciate that. I’m sure you just heard, but I guess you could say I’m a fan of yours also.”

No.

No, there’s no fucking way.

Is he...

Flirting with you?

Before you could even think about what to reply to that with, the rest of the group beat you to it.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, what is happening.”

“CORPSE! You SIMP!”

“Is- Is Corpse really shooting his shot right now?”

You didn’t realize you were frozen in place until you felt Rae’s hand on your elbow, snapping you out of your bewildered trance as you tried to comprehend what was happening yourself. As your thoughts finally caught up to the present, you could feel your cheeks start to burn; pulling your hand up to cover your face you stepped out of the view of the face cam. Rae’s laughter filled the room as she watched your flustered antics, shooting you a sly grin as she started scanning the monitor displaying her live chat.

“Wait, wait, chats telling me (y/n)’s blushing right now?” Sean’s voice echoed through the discord chat, only making you flush further as you tried desperately to find a way out of this.

“Okay, okay, leave her alone.” Corpse’s voice finally piped up amid all of the chaos causing everyone to immediately pipe down. God, you didn’t even want to begin to think of the mess this has already made, you just needed to get out of there before you caused any more damage.

“Yeah, I uh- see- see that the lobby’s full so I’ll just uh- leave you guys to it.” Quietly thanking the stars that Corpse finally got you out of this mess, you went to pull the headset off your ears when that fateful voice piped up again.

“Wait, don’t let these nerds make you leave. You should stay- I mean, only to help Rae y'know? She needs it.”

“I do not!”

“I- I mean yea sure, as long as I’m not intruding,” Cursing yourself again for stuttering before forcing yourself to swallow the knot in your throat, “I mean, she really does need the help.”

“Okay just because you want to flirt some more doesn’t mean you can bully me-“

“Okay, I’m starting the round!” The booming accented voice cut off everyone else in the call as you all stared as the screen began to count down to the game, and before anyone had the chance to say anything else a chorus of laughs resounded, and then the lobby fell into silence.

•••

And it went on like that, the not-so-subtle flirting followed by relentless jabs from the group immediately after. The game was almost forgotten with how much of each lobby was taken up by teasing words and endless laughter, but every audience was just eating it up. You didn’t even want to think about the mess social media was going to be after this stream but right now you were having fun with your friends and that’s all that mattered. The grin was practically plastered on your face as you laughed along with Rae the chat during the gameplay portions and you knew everything from this moment on was gonna be different, but you couldn’t find a single thing within you to care.

Especially when you logged onto Twitter right after the stream and saw that little message right at the top of your requests.

@.corpsehusband: wanna hear some of that no sleep work in person?

•••

beep bop here u go,

[lost-inthedream]

Venus

Pairing: Zuho x female reader

Genre: I'm tagging smut, but this is suggestive

Warnings: curse words, mentions of sex

Words count: 0,9k

Summary: The reader's reaction to her boyfriend claiming himself as the male version of Venus on a broadcast.

Sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes that you might find.

Juho had not given you any detail about that stage in Kingdom when he recorded it some weeks ago. He said it would worth the wait and wanted you to be surprised. You asked him so many questions before that day, you even made random assumptions to see if he would let anything escape. In any case, he had not given in. The rapper had not done more than just reiterate that you would not be able to predict it. “I want your true and raw reaction, honey. Wait a little bit more”.

More than two hours after the show went live, you were still stuck in the same scenes. You could not say much about the moment you saw everything for the first time because you just felt your mouth hanging open and your mind getting blown into space as you craved to touch your man right away. Where was the feral rapper who you got habituated to see? You could not understand how, but Juho had reinvented himself in a figure that your heart beated even faster for. How many personas was he able to keep inside? Despite the fire that it set in your veins, you felt jealous because you knew that he could easily cause the same reaction in countless women.

Your head turned automatically to the door at the first noise you heard from there, his key had just entered the lock. You felt the anticipation increase as Juho rotate the key to unlock the door.

He seemed more like an ordinary guy now, yet more pleasing to look at than anyone.

“Hey there, baby doll. I missed you.”

From the couch, you let your eyes wander all over him as he hung his keys next to the door. The recall of lip marks stamped on his cheeks emerged in your conscience. He had recorded that episode a couple of weeks ago but for you that felt present. The marks were also fake, but for you it was like a femme fatale had laid her lips on him.

He leaned to cup your face and peck your lips. “Do you mind if I take a shower before anything else? It will be quick.”

“Do you mind if I go to the bathroom with you?” you asked in a low tone before he had completely straightened his torso.

.

You stopped by the mirror and looked at your face on it as Juho started to undress.

“Great, you succeed at having a ton of more girls thirsting over you after that… rap” You begin under the guise of being relaxed.

“After my rap only?” the man provoked, opening the last button of his shirt. “I would say that my looks contributed as well.”

He hanged the removed item on the tiled wall and proceeded to unbuckle his belt. His gaze pierced your reflection on the mirror as you could admire both of you framed there. He dropped the belt, making the buckle hit the floor noisily.

“Oops” he voiced as you turned to see what that was.

Now you got a lipstick locked in your fist, a deep red one that you had forgotten on the sink next to the faucet.

Your boyfriend slid his trousers down, becoming almost naked before you.

“Anyways, other than getting jealous, haven’t you gotten excited with the stage, love?”

You bit your lip looking down to his thighs and answered. “I’ve got more than excited.” You rolled the lipstick out of its case, lifting your gaze slowly until it reaches his face. “You’ve turned me on.”

“Why?” He tilted his head.

You turned your back to him, so you could face the mirror again and apply the lipstick. Juho held your waist with both his hands and eliminated all the distance that once existed between you. His skin touched your clothed body as he contemplated your fake unperturbed face through the mirror glass. You pressed the color repeatedly against your lips in order to give them the most expensive ruby shade. Then you turned the item down and Juho started to suck on the side of your neck without breaking eye contact with you.

“So you’re the male version of Venus” Your crimson lips shuddered.

The man stopped abusing your skin exclusively to answer your provocative question. “Yeah. Will you worship me?”

You did not think twice, simply turned around to grab an amount of his hair in your fist. The act was not harsh though, you used your hand to smoothly force the back of his head, exposing more of his throat. Closed eyes to click a lingering peck near his adam’s apple. Suddenly everything got red under your eyelids as if nightclub lights had fulfilled your bathroom. You moved down to stamp your round lips on his chest also, your hand forgetting his hair to tenderly scratch his back.

“So fucking sexy.” He gasped when you looked up, your knees finding a place on the floor. He shortly stroke your cheek and you noticed his lips half parted, ready to speak the most casual profanities as soon as you shifted your hands from his thighs to his dick.

“Did you know I would get in my knees for you right after I watched Kingdom?”

“Not really. But I did know we'd fuck” he smirked.

You wrap your hand on his waist right on his boxers line, the action reminded you of the crop top he wore on that show. Not even you could predict Zuho in a crop top, him pulling it off so well. As you lowered your grip, your fingers hooked that thin piece of clothing that still covered him. Slowly you revealed his low stomach, making him hiss from the anticipation.

“Ju, you’re so kinky" you gasped. "I love it”

[doomed-syko]

thank you so much for the tag @carmccannt 🖤💕

1. why did you choose your url?

actually, i don’t really know anymore haha. what i know is that it wasn’t my first url for this blog (the first one was probably tøp related; shame on me) and i do still know what it’s referenced. when i chose this url i was in a pretty heavy bring me the horizon phase (i still am, who am i kidding?) and their song doomed was on repeat for me at that time. the syko comes from oli sykes twitter name, which is @/olobersyko… long explanation i know

2. any sideblogs?

no, not really. i have one url saved but i don’t actually use it, but i’ve thought about maybe making a sideblog

3. how long have you been on tumblr?

tbh? i have no clue. i’ve had this blog for probably two, maybe two and a half years at this point? (the first post i made on here was in february 2019 i’m pretty sure) but i’ve had a blog before this which i deleted at some point (huge fucking regret) so i would say i’ve been on tumblr probably since late 2017/early 2018?? really no clue sorry

4. do you have a queue tag?

probably? i don’t actually use it tho because i always forget lol 😅

5. why did you start this blog in the first place?

to post and read about anything regarding tøp lol, which over the last years turned into me talking about basically anything i’m obsessed with at the moment and posting some of my writing here and there

6. why did you choose your icon?

because i’m very fucking bisexual and very in love with robert keating and anaïs gallagher… i remember when she posted this picture in colour (because it only existed in b&w before) because inhaler twitter lost their goddamn minds lol

7. why did you choose your header?

i quite like a matching layout (i blame twitter) and i didn’t want anything too busy as my header so i opted for the dark burgundy red with my url on it

8. what’s your post with the most notes?

probably just one where i thirsted over sweaty van mccann…

9. how many mutuals do you have?

honestly? idk. i have the tendency to not follow people back for the simple reason that i honestly and truly just forget to do it, oops… so i can’t name and count them all but they probably know who they are and they are very loved by me and all deserve a huge kiss xx

10. how many followers do you have?

253… which first of all: thank you so fucking much, second: why the fuck do you guys follow me 😅 like that’s so many people huh

11. how many people do you follow?

62 ranging from catb related blogs over marvel fic writers to mcr update blogs lol

12. have you ever made a shitpost?

all the time omg. a lot of my tumblr posts are just my last two brain cells fighting to survive while creating dumb memes and making stupid one liners

13. how often do you use tumblr a day?

idk probably between 5 to 10 times a day? it just really depends. there are days i’m rarely on here (for just like a minute before i close the app again and don’t look at it for the rest of the day) and sometimes i can spend hours browsing tumblr… still not as bad as twitter because i just checked and i spend almost 18 hours on there on average this week ���💀

14. did you ever have a fight/argument with another blog?

no and i hope it stays that way. i’ve only had good interactions on this hell site so far lol

15. how do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts?

depend on what it’s about in the end of the day. if it’s something that’s very important to me i’ll probably reblog it

16. do you like tag games?

i love LOVE tag games!! especially if it has anything to do with favourite artist or music in general! tag me as much as you want i’ll probably do them even if i did them before (if i don’t forget to do it haha)

17. do you like ask games?

YES SO MUCH!! i rarely get tagged in them but pls keep em coming!!

18. which one of your mutuals is tumblr famous?

i’ve i had to pick one person it would probably be @pacifymebby because i don’t know if she realizes how well known she is outside of tumblr/wattpad but believe me she’s basically carrying catb wattpad/catb fanfic tumblr on her back!! (i’ve had conversations on fucking twitter about this before actually) she has also super kind and has on many occasions complicated my music taste which makes her automatically fucking cool hehe… besides that, i feel like especially on catb tumblr the core people are pretty well known around :)

19. do you have a crush on a mutual?

no, not really because i don’t know you all enough and the ones i do know are people i consider very good/close friends!!

this took long but it was very fun (that kinda rhymes lol). i’m tagging: @itwontalwaysbelikethiss @fenderenderender and @pacifymebby (don’t be pressured tho, if you don’t wanna do it that’s totally fine xx)

[seb-owns-these-tatas]

Witcher of the Night (Chapter 23.1)

I KNOW MY EDIT SUCKED. HEH. That’s my book cover in Wattpad. Couldn’t post CHAPTER 23.2 there because the application is glitching and I’m annoyed af. Anyway, enjoy this chapter for WOTN. 

CHAPTER 23

WOTN MASTERLIST

Characters: Geralt of Rivia x small!Naive!Reader

Summary: Maybe a witch isn't the key for your getaway because it could be deeper than that.

Warnings: The summary sucked. I couldn't write anything to avoid spoilers. LMAO. Curses. Tybalt and Geralt banter/hate for each other? 😂 Rohesia is my OC, not connected to any of the games or books. The witcher character named Gerd (AHA. I'VE INTENTIONALLY DID THIS. Surprised to see a stomach sickness used as a name lmao jk 😂) from the Bear school has been used. Bethleheigm is also a made up kingdom from moi. 😂 (Pronounced as Beth-le-haym)

Words: 4.3k

A/N: I know Kaer Morhen is located in Kaedwen. Damn it. I lately knew it when I was already half way through this fic and I can't change it anymore. Let's just say...oof. They'll eventually go there. Don't worry. Oop. Is it a spoiler? ���

TAGLIST IS STILL OPEN FOR THIS ONE! Heehee! Don’t forget to REBLOG, COMMENT OR GIVE FEEDBACK IF YOU DID LOVE THIS CHAPTER! IT’LL MAKE ME SMILE! Sorry for the grammatical errors and such because English isn’t my mother tongue! PLEASE LEAVE FEEDBACK AFTER READING, BB! I apologize for errors!

Disclaimer: PNG's and pictures used in edits are not mine even the GIF's too. (Credits to the rightful owners of the gifs, it’s written in the lower part of their gifs. Though, some don’t. Still, credits to them. If you want it to be removed, just kindly message me) The edits and this fanfic is definitely from moi. Character development and personalities are based from my understanding and how I want them to be. This has no connection towards the books or games.

MY WORKS ARE NOT NOT NOT NOT NOOOOOOT TO BE POSTED ON ANY OTHER WEBSITES. My official username in Wattpad is “TATATHEPOTATO” and that’s the only other site I have for writing aside from Tumblr. Thank you, Tater tots!

DAY THREE CAME QUICKLY THAN WHAT WAS EXPECTED. Taking the shorter route to keep the proximity of hours easier for traveling back faster to Kaedwen. Geralt and Tybalt had an allayed journey towards the outskirts of Bethleheigm.

If a narrator was utterly dramatic, he or she could say that the witcher was beyond exhausted over being with the higher vampire because he only knew how to gall him over and over---a deathless cycle through out their travel, side by side with their own horses and vexation over each other. Yet, Geralt rarely has given him his energy for a battle that was pathetic as it ends.

They've both shared a night somehow. Their backs meters away from each other. With Geralt and his sarcasm never shutting one's eye until Tybalt was cursing him out under the moon light because the white wolf warned him not to think about hunting people to quench his thirst for blood. The higher vampire was left throwing him a pebble on his back and muttering how the full moon won't be until the day of the feast in the castle where he would technically celebrate over being a vampire but this choice could also be eradicated since blood was not in the highest scale in his pyramid law of needs.

Nights weren't the only thing shared between the two. Unbeknownst to them till Geralt was humming in displeasure, they've actually shared a drink of your home made ale. Tybalt commented how it was as good as Kaedwenian stout---perhaps, even better. Mentioning that the beer was probably made of your love for him which made the witcher scrunch his nose for how cheesy it sounded. Tybalt even declared numerical reasons as to why he kept you with him until today because you knew how to make his drunkard self swoon over your culinary skills.

Your cookery abilities were still different and utmost impressive than Geralt's regardless of how he has been used to embellishing his own food alone before. His midget's skills were technically amazing, add up the peculiar recipes that only you know---but, actually existed in earth---your earth. Those recipes that could get his family and him included, humming in deliciousness because it was new for their taste buds.

They were ought to arrive at the abandoned house today. Side by side, Tybalt and Geralt silently rode on their horses. Both of them fed up at the opposite of every presence that galled them to the brim. The witcher blurting out his opinions very frankly at the scowling vampire who was acting like he wasn't there along the hunt.

"You should've just stayed in the castle and played with your army stocks," Geralt grumbled as he held onto Roach's reigns. Tybalt's advancements for what he has done to you never leaving his memories when he clearly remembered the causes about why he was hating him more than to drown in a monster's stinking guts.

"I should've stabbed yer' horse while we were travelling---or feed off to er' horse blood," Tybalt clapped back, sending the remark in the nonchalant way as possible with a sarcastic raise of his brows.

"Leave Roach out of this,"

"Gods, yer' such a strange one, Witcha'!"

The witcher's scowl was as nasty as an Alghoul's bum. Tybalt seemed to be thoroughly embittered for even tagging along with a cold heart that was grudging to even join his hunt. If it weren't for the queen's request, he would never even be within Geralt's area of personal space. Howbeit, people have been trying to frustrate him even more with their sudden decisions erupting from either sides, like a dormant volcano that no one expects to explode.

Grey undertoned house. Ramshackled from the roof till the decaying roots of stones stuck in between their spaces. Close enough to be dilapidated if a wolf would've tried blowing the house down---though, the three little pigs weren't inside for it to hunt. They were closing in towards their destination, Geralt was anticipating this point of their journey; to immediately seek for the witch and to come back sooner than expected.

Yet, his anticipation burned in disappointment by the familiar look of the house rooted in front of them.

He'd heard stories about this abandoned home in Bethleheigm through drunk men in the Inns. They were having a tete-a-tete that it was a boobey trap made by homeless pirates who hadn't gotten back to shore, concealing the home as a place for them to steal one's belongings until they were ripped off their coins. Some tattled that the house was a dragon's nest where a woman lived in and disguised as one that Geralt knew entirely as a bullshit rumor because no dragons would dare pick to stay in the middle of a forest where the house was the only home built through out the map.

The witcher jumped off his horse, hushing Roach down with a soft caress to her mane because she'd begun to neigh.

Tybalt couldn't help but cackle from how he was affectionately eyeing the horse as if she was his other half, "---I wouldn't be surprised if ye' bring yer' horse with ye' while you bed yer' little woman!" he outlaughed and had a hand on his clothed stomach, shaking his head from the witcher's strange gestures with everything.

"Hmm."

Geralt gave him the side eye, endlessly shooting daggers since the moment they bonded together. His comment receiving a lour from the brooding white wolf because of the baldy judgement said.

"Yer' grumpier than usual---like ye' have been in a fight with yer' current flame---is it the tiny lass, anotha' one of your sorceresses or princess?" the Upir quipped with a smirk, hopping off his own horse before giving the house a look. He seemed to waver with a clear of his throat.

Geralt disregarded his ridicule and question with a blessed silence, his mood turning sour from even mentioning you. The weccan's golden eyes scanned all over the tumbledown house, his amber narrowing as he examined what was expected to be a necromage's hideout that he has heard from one of the drunk men's gossips in the inns.

"This abandoned house," he gruffly started beneath his baritone, harsh breathing as Geralt huffed for his disappointment over the founded location. The bind he had with you turning heavier as days go by like he knew you were turning into a melancholic person due to his faults. Hence, it was keeping him more insane than he can ever be because he always seem to offer only mistakes towards his people---where they end up getting hurt because of him.

Which wasn't new in his life.

"---There is no hag in here. Only a Necromage I presume."

Tybalt walked several steps to stop beside Geralt, shrugging his fur-coated shoulders with a curl of his upper lip, "I told ye' to take the longer route. Right path, Witcha'."

"And I told that you are bringing us both in an early demise because Golems and Downers are bound to get in our way,"

The higher vampire kept his mouth shut after that, his foot tapping on the ground before he received a subtle warning of Geralt's glare. The witcher was right about it. Basically, Tybalt was trying to stall over their journey because he knew what exactly was the stratagem kept for a clandestine truth bound never to be known.

Geralt pushed his peculiar fidgets away as it was still sounding so loud with his heightened hearing. He narrowed his eyes upon the engraved words carved inside the four corners of a mettalic flattened surface stuck on the grimy, stoned walls.

"Thou who shall take a step, requires a fee for entrance and something valuable to heart in order to talk with death,"

He silently read the words inside his head. Considering the requests before slightly pursing his lips, the ends looking like a frown but was actually just irrespective of what he was currently thinking. The ramshackle home being surrounded by an invisible strong force field shielded for not any normal man could trespass in without the rules asked. Another form of magic that he knew---though, this wasn't just any simple sign. It was created by sorceresses or wizards to safeguard the whole home for decades end, not risking anyone to touch whoever was inside, like it was keeping something from entering the place.

Geralt gave Tybalt a look while the vampire continued to whistle along the winds, his arms crossed in front of his chest whilst checking his awfully long nails, intentionally ignoring his companion until the witcher tried to grab onto a rock, strongly throwing the stone towards his head until Tybalt used his abnormal abilities, instantly dodging the stone coming forth and sprinting beside Geralt in just a second to see him nodding his head for his crackerjack skills that he seldomly uses.

"Coins." the white haired weccan roughly stated before he heard Tybalt huff and grumble from his demands, giving his palm to him and expecting for a bag of coins to be placed on his hands.

"You have your own, Witcher."

Geralt cocked his head to the side with a feigned smile, shaking his head, "My coins will remain untouched. I'm not risking mine for favors asked."

"Fuck you and yer' coins. I hope you feckin' go slow and die as soon as you're done with us,"

In the end, Tybalt eventually had to fish out a bag of crowns inside his coat, begrudgingly dropping them off on the witcher's awaiting palm who has shrugged his broad shoulders for his easy submission. The words to the engraved poster switching to dust, swirling through the air, changing into an arrow pointing at a brick where Geralt had to slightly touch for it to be pushed back.

Thorny, earthy tone colored vines snaked their way out of the hole. The brick of the old house never being seen as the roots formed a symbol of two palms sticking together like it was asking for alms. Geralt placed the coins on the makeshift hand, slowly slithering its way back to its home.

The house was alive. He was sure of that when he felt the aegis slowly fading away. Its stone doors cracking to slide open for them to enter.

Tybalt hasn't moved a step from his side. He returned to crossing his fairly muscled arms, hearing hasty pads of footsteps shuffling from behind as Geralt halfly turned to see a Hirrika panting on his side, yelping as a way of his bark towards the witcher who had his eyebrows furrowed in curiosity and stupefaction; stunned to see the familiar beast who has impressively found him despite of his long travel.

"Kolby."

"Your whore's feral pet," The Upir deadpanned, chuckling nasally like a sarcasm.

Tybalt heard a low growl coming the monster, his fangs shown to the vampire who he could sense and remember, his scent awfully making him remember how he'd hurt his master.

"Watch it." Geralt gruffly mumbled, giving Tybalt the side-eye as he tried monotonely hushing the rare beast like how he'd seen you soothe his annoyance or anger whenever Jaskier irritates Kolby.

"Down, Kolby. No teeth." he gruffly scolded with a raise of his palm.

The Hirikka chattered like a cat as he glared at Geralt's temporary companion, spinning on his own place before howling, his snout tilted at the sky as he yowled, the sound making him wince from how loud it was---too sensitive for his heightened hearing. Though, that didn't stop him from judging his gestures, noticing how he was jumping in his own spot whilst doe eyes stared back.

"He's saying something," the white wolf frankly stated, exhaling a languid breath through his nose because he couldn't understand what he wanted, "---Stay here and don't touch Roach or my Hirikka." he mentioned for Tybalt who appeared to be mentally finding their whole interaction as comedic. Geralt took a step forth, subtly leaving a pat on Kolby's head that eventually calmed him down, making him skip his paws to the side.

The Hirikka jumped to sit on his short tail, his knees bent and close to his chest as he silently watched Tybalt and Geralt conversing together with snarls and insensitive jests until the witcher finally moved away from him, bravefully entering the threshold.

"Where ye' going?" Tybalt called out and made him cease his steps, promptly giving the growling Hirikka his heed to see Geralt judging with his slightly entertained peepers, fighting off the curl of his lips because of how his Hirikka was making the higher vampire uneasy. He was agile but lacked knowledge over the beastiality of the continent. Probably, because of how he has been confined in the castle in an early age and known more politics and schemes more than the lore of monsters.

"To ask the Necromage about that witch,"

"Just like that?"

"She might know her whereabouts. Stay here if you don't want to get your vampire nails grimy,"

Tybalt cocked his head to the side, effusive of cursing out the witcher who had a smirk as he turned his back away from him, continuing his path around and ignoring his cavils.

"Why am I even following ye' around, Mutant?"

Geralt of Rivia entered the perimeters. His newly sharpened swords latched on his wide, broad back. Every step had his chest heavier than usual; bred-in-the-bone like he knew there was something happening to you back in the castle that he couldn't decipher and it made him scowl. The energy in the house even adding more of that deep-seated feeling---the home being cursed as well like some sort of magic was ceasing his advancements from talking to this person living inside.

The place wasn't ruined after all. It was all charmed and just a mere visionary trap or distraction that won't let people fall for even staying close to whoever was inside. Clean and utterly fixed, furnitures sat on their proper rooms which held up a second floor that Geralt didn't plan on exploring for as a presence could be felt while he stood in the middle of the kitchen.

"Hmm. Necromage,"

This person was a woman, Geralt silently stated the obvious inside his head. Her voice was tremulous and surprised to see a gigantuan man standing in the middle of her kitchen which she has never seen before in all her life.

"I am no Necromage," Rohesia calmly informed him, her heed turning distant from the mention, "She...has already died. Cristabell, My lady of the rarest in Bethleheigm---the only necromancer in this kingdom. May her soul rest in peace,"

"---You're the witcher." she paused, taking a gander and examining the white wolf before her. White hair falling on the tips of his shoulder blades. Gold eyes. A scowl prominent on his face. This was the witcher she has been warned about from both parties.

Geralt attempted a cynical smile, seeing that she held more lies and have been doing so for a lifetime, "There's no use of lying."

She was feeble. As old as Eanraig in terms of physical appearance but not his actual age since he was a scholar of the forest. The witcher held onto his medallion, seeming to feel no vibrations over his necklace that he strongly felt before the doors have been opened. His white and black spotted eyebrows furrowed for what singularity was happening.

This was supposed to be the Necromage. Yet, why does she felt human who had no magic to offer?

The hoary, old woman was not lying after all.

Rohesia forced to give him a small smile, walking past him to sit on one of the wooden, dining chairs. Gesturing her palm outwards for Geralt to take a seat that he simply answered with silence as he stood rooted on his spot, assessing what she truly was.

"I offer you no lies of secrecy. My mouth speaks nothing but the truth for I am just a mortal who thrives to live peacefully in the continent," she honestly answered his curiosity and judgements which made him nod at her uprightness---making his job easier for him.

The woman really was no necromage at all.

"A mortal who stands for her virtues. Hmm."

"Why are you here, Witcher?"

His glower was permanent even as he sauntered to where she was, standing upright and leaning a hand on the top portion of her dining chairs whilst he patiently explained.

"To find the hag who has cursed prince Althalos of Kaedwen."

Rohesia only offered a small, genuine smile. Her shaky laugh erupting through her chest because she knew this was the man who her former witcher and lover give fair warning to when the Kaedweni started their murdering plots upon fellow weccans who fall for their crimes. Vesemir never wanted to be involved with their delinquencies, explains his periodic leave in the kingdom---his constant visits for the woman seldomly occurring since Nilfgaard has attacked and conquered another domain after Cintra.

"Are you doing this because Vesemir has told you so?"

Geralt went on with his speechless talk, low humming followed suit for the flabbergast he felt over hearing his senior mentor in the art of their kind. The end of his lips subtly turning the opposite of a lour, relieved to suddenly hear his name through another person's mouth---a woman he probably had a relationship with; a former flame and mortal that Geralt least expect for Vesemir to entertain because of the conducts he had told him prior into becoming one skilled witcher.

It is that being involved with mortals and even having a soft spot in the job won't make them any better.

"Does he visit often?"

She ignored his question with a simple, wholehearted feeble laugh. Her circumvent obvious that Rohesia wanted not to talk about Vesemir after he has chosen to leave her for coins and another woman---another mortal years ago, thinking that because she aged badly was one of the reasons why he chose something better than to be with her. Hence, they were even known to be monsters of their own kind. Monsters who slay other beasts in exchange for coins. It was what she believed them to be---yet, she knew to herself that if Vesemir would come back to her, she would still accept him with all her mortal heart.

She dryly coughed, avoiding his eyes and covering her mouth with a tightened fist that Geralt quickly knew she was physically sick just by the looks of it.

"If you...still want to live and take your coin, turn back around and forget that you have stumbled upon this place forever."

The latter shook his head. Determined to find answers from this elderly human who knew his mentor and a fatherly figure he had been to his life. He believed Rohesia knew more than just Vesemir based on how she was trying to push him away.

"Where's the hag?"

"You cannot find the witch anywhere even out in Kaedwen, Geralt."

He was impressed. Geralt raised both of his eyebrows, pursing his lips with a tilt of his head that she knew his name regardless of not introducing himself yet.

"Vesemir has obviously told you more about me,"

She ignored his statement again, grabbing onto the ends of her dirty Tunic as she stood, saying her words firmly and with finality. Never knowing if her decision over dropping out hints would be good for her isolation from everyone---isolation and somehow imprisoned inside a house. The necromage being her sentinel, a guard given orders that she wouldn't escape and try to spill secrets that will ruin such plans. Howbeit, she still had high respects for Cristabell who had been too kind for her that she has brought Rohesia with her whenever she was out for some business.

"The witch you have been finding has been around the castle for decades."

Perhaps, it was time for the truth to set out free because Rohesia knew she had only weeks to live in the continent. Revenge pushing her through the decision she wanted for trying to keep her contained, watching her every move; ruining more of her wrecked life.

"I have been the queen's loyal servant. After she has given birth to Prince Althalos, he has already been cursed when he was a bairn." Pause. "---Sorceress Ingrith has managed to sneak into their quarters and cast the curse by whispering such spell and gaining a tiny drop of his blood. I've all seen her cantrips and heard them as I came back to guard the prince in his sleep. The wail of an offspring shall bring despair for the royal family,"

The sorceress' name felt like a crime to be told. Heaviness in her chest finally unleashing after decades of being caught up with the lies she was telling people who asked or went to gather information as to who has cursed the prince; finding the witch and ending up dying from the hands of her womanly guard. Cristabell recently died from the hands of the last witcher who she knew as Gerd, the necromage dying after their battle whilst she tried to fight for her cousin's trangression---continuing doing so for the sake of her selfish reasons.

"---She...she was also the king's mistress before the queen has given birth to Prince Althalos while she also gained her position. I may never know if it was made from jealousy over the queen's position. Though, it is their life that I promised to stay away from. Only sorceress Ingrith may reverse the curse or happen to know how,"

A beat of silence wrapped them both after Rohesia's candor. Geralt's mouth forming a deeper scowl than ever as he loudly sighed, languidly blinking in weary for being tricked by the sorceress and her right hand, Tybalt of Touissant. His jaw began to clench for who stood outside of the house, the higher vampire making him mad for leading him on circles---the cycle wouldn't have ended if he chose to go forth with his suggested path. It was why he was trying to lead him towards a swamp filled with monsters than the shorter route because the truth was with this rumored woman.

"Should've known."

He deeply grumbled begrudgingly, blaming himself for not thinking it through. His time wasted for you to be saved and taken out of the palace. If only he wasn't as pale as Ivory, his face would've been empurpled with fury for what they've made him appear to be---an idiot or for whatever bullshit they can call him.

"You're coming with me..." Geralt deeply said before he was cut off to her introduction of name.

"The name's Rohesia, Witcher."

He nodded back to the lady, going on with his ceased sentence with solicit, "---Back to the castle,"

Rohesia saw him walk closer to her, face to face with the infamous butcher she has heard tales about. The butcher of Blaviken who has managed to slaughter goons of Princess Renfri's hooligans and also earning another moniker of being a butcher of Ard Carraigh. Kaedwen's capital. The name would eventually spread throughout his kind because of how Kaer Morhen was close by. Her eyes catching onto the badge latched on the rain-guard of his sword.

"I have been told to never step foot again or I shall be put into death,"

"Do I need to beg for your compliance and offer protection?"

"What's in it for you and me?"

The witcher deeply sighed, shifting his amber away from her as Geralt looked withdrawn, his next words sounding like a mumble, dubious of his own bluntness. Disbelieving that he could hear his own voice say the words like an echo of his consciousness.

"You get to save the castle from anguish," pause. "---and you get to save the life of someone dear to me,"

"A woman I assume---your woman," Rohesia sounded so surprised, staring him down in incredulity, "---Is she royal? another sorceress too? a mutant?"

"A mere...mortal," he hesitated to honestly say, his eyes filled with a memory he truly can't forget. Your skeptical voice stuck inside his head when he remembered the first time he met you till the moment you told him how you suited to be a queen.

Geralt clearly remembered his reaction and teasing reply. Telling you how you suited more to be called a midget. His midget. Yet, now you were being treated like his queen where he would kiss the ground you walk on no matter how in denial he gets.

"---Perhaps...a queen to her kingdom in her rightful dimension," he was caught in his train of thoughts, never seeing the stupefaction in Rohesia's eyes over what dimension he meant---having no clue for his words. She could see what Vesemir once was like until life has ruined everything for her, including the sorceress corrupting and controlling the people and castle of Kaedwen.

"Learning to love doesn't suit your kind, Witcher."

"It's because it isn't what you think it is."

Rohesia shook her head for his lies, he was thoroughly unaware of the feelings sipping through his words once he mentioned you. This witcher believed that he wasn't capable to love nor emit feelings just like how her previous lover have been. A typical characteristic of his own kind. Denial and the feeling of being unworthy of recognizing such emotion was making him sound insensitive. But, people who could read others can see through him regardless of how he tries not to, "Deny it all you want. To us humans, it is. Love as many people assume."

"---you're still human after all. As far as I believe for your kind, Geralt of Rivia. Sorceress Ingrith might be glad to see me again soon---I hope."

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hi guys!  happy new year and here’s hoping that 2021 is a better year for all of us. during quarantine i did what a lot of you guys did and turned to social media sites and fanfiction. (the amount of fanfiction i’ve read this year is INSANE and we’re not going to talk about it)

my usually nerdy self immersed myself into fandoms and along the way i met some of the most important people in my life now. these people have taken me in, broken me (im dramatic kay deal with it), and been there to huggle me when i cried over random shit. so this is for you guys. these are for all the internet weirdos that my teachers and parents warned me about, but that i ended up being closer to than some of my irl friends. these are for the people who have influenced me and shaped me into the weird fangirl stabby bad boi simp that i am starting into 2021 (im aware that this entire thing makes no sense but just pretend that it does)

@ohh-deary-me RAVEN (ok that was weird to call you, but im not going to name reveal you for a third time so yee)  aksdjflkdsjfd i love you way to much. we first met on a pintrest group chat for some project thingy on wattpad and ended up fighting over tom holland which says something about both of us. you’re so incredibly amazing and im so proud of us for how much we’ve grown and you’re amazing, and a literal copy of me which is scary, but you’re so amazing and beautiful and i love you so fucking much and i’ll never leave you <3

@wildfleur-dreams DOT! you’re my huggable smol bean sister whom i love with all my heart and one day i will meet you and i will hug you and pat you on your smol head even though we’re pretty much the same height oop-. you’ve been there for me ever since i told you to read my my shitty grishaverse fanfiction and commented on it. and i love you so so so much *huggles* <33

@asterani sdfjasf raffe. you’re literally the sweetest human bean in the world. i love talking to you about random shit and thirsting over disney characters. asdkfjsd you’re so amazing and i hope you know that *Huggles* also hehe im glad you like the mandalorian. we need to fangirl together sometime. i love youu.

@doublerainbowsss NOMI!! my bts obsessed older sister by like 6 days. you’re so incredibly talented and funny and amazing and sometimes im immensely concerned for your mental health but that’s only because i love you lmao :) thank you for always being there for me and thank you for making my little sister into a bts stan *serene smile* im not mad about that at all- ily hon

@brekkerstan *waves* hiiii. i love how we bonded over some completely random grishaverse post and then ended up writing some completely crack headcannons. you’re so sweet and im so glad that you messaged me a few months ago. thank you for always being there for me and always fangirling about six of crows with me (except there’s like a huge time difference between us and you’re always messaging me at like 2 in the morning and you need to SLEEP) <33

@sincerely-milli MILLI BBY. i knew you for a while on wattpad, but it wasn’t until we both got tumblrs and both got way to obsessed with vlv that we became close. you're the most amazing beautiful talented human to ever exist and i love freaking out about mechfall with you. ily <3

@nostalgiconism IKKKA. i’ve known you for a while on wp, but i just wanted to tell you that im so grateful for you. you were one of the first people i ever followed and one of my first online friends and you’re literally so sweet and idk what i’d do without you. ily

@illavarasi KIRI!! ok imma be honest i was completely intimidated by you when i first met you, but now i know you as an amazing chaotic bean/clown/hooman and i love you for that. thanks for always being there and always making me laugh. ily

@lochscinders hey cece. im sorry you had to put up with my dramatic ass for so long. thanks for ruining every single disney movie for me in one night while we both wheezed hysterically. that was possibly the most iconic and scarring moments of 2020. thanks for putting up with me thirsting over stabby bad bois and my endless spamming of anakin gifs. love ya <3

@mintyvolt ok this is the most talented human in the world. like seriously volt i don’t understand how you manage to juggle school and other stuff while writing and posting incredible vlv chapters every week. because of you i’ve cried over a certain golden boi’s death, shipped my murder beans to an uncomfortable extent and fallen in love with a murder. (i swear im still writing that melfall fanfic i just happened to forget about it) thanks for being so amazing and creating vlv. you’re going to be famous one day and then i’ll be able to brag that i knew you then. ily

@rosy-drxxmer KIRI. im so glad you’re reading soc lmao. i’ve known you for a while, but thank you for always being there for me and continuously spamming me with six of crows memes and edits. i love freaking out and fangirling over kanej and the grishaverse here’s to another year of fangirling. ily kay? you’re amazing and beautiful and talented and deserve the world.

@sitaarein hi isha yeah idk which blog you use anymore but imma just tag this one. you were friends with some of my closest friends a while ago and then you left wp for a while and i didn’t know what happened to you. we all moved to tumblr and i found you and im so happy we started talking. you’re so amazingly talented and have somehow managed to teach me how to use photopea (which btw is pronounced photo-pe-a) so thanks for that. keep being amazing <3

and lastly @YOU if you’re reading this

thank you to all my followers who followed me for some random fandom and then had to put up with me spamming you with something completely different from what you followed me for. i really appreciate all of you *hugs* i hope your 2021 is amazing.

aksjfksd i l love all of you guys so much. HAPPY NEW YEAR I HOPE YOU HAVE A GOOD YEAR (or at least a year better than this one)

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Home- Chapter 16 (Kylo Ren/ Ben Solo x F!Oc)

A/N: Omg, we're almost done, this gets good

Words: 2,291

Masterlist:

Chapter 15 // Chapter 17

We all got out quickly and luckily we got to our ship. In the cabin, Poe inserts a medallion. A gift from Zurii, a key that can bypass the barriers of First Order systems.

The ship lands in the area of ​​the enemy Destroyer and the four of us leave, the first guards are eliminated and as we continue through the corridors of the ship, Rey is responsible for confusing another Stormtroopers, making them believe that it’s okay for us to be here, and to be told where chewie is, which works and we run through the halls, shooting any enemy soldier until we reach a door, where we are told that Chewbacca is.

Finn is in charge of opening the hatch, but before continuing I feel a chill and turn towards Rey, who begins to walk in the opposite direction.

"Rey?" I ask.

"The Dagger is on this ship. We need it,” she answers.

"Why?"

"A feeling. I’ll meet you back at the hangar,” She says looking at me.

"I'm not part of this, am I?" I have a bad feeling. Rey continues on her way.

“Where are you going? What's going on?" Finn asks me.

"I don't know, but I'm sure she knows what she's doing."

"But-"

"Come on, let's not waste any more time,” Poe cuts him off.

The three of us follow the course with blasters in hand until, finally, we found Chewie, who is handcuffed, but growls with joy at seeing us.

"Of course we came for you, Chewie," says Poe.

As soon as he is released, I feel his huge, furry arms wrap around me tightly.

"I am also happy to see you, friend."

Poe and Finn help him walk and when he stabilizes, we run to get out of here.

"The ship’s this way. Follow me.” Finn says going ahead, but the stormtroopers interrupt us and force us to change course. "Wrong way!"

"There’s not really a right way, is there?" Poe answers going to the other side "Can't you do Rey’s trick?" he says as we run.

"There are too many and everyone’s ready to shoot me before I can raise my hand."

The battle continues and seems to have no end.

"We close?" Poe asks.

"Straight ahead," Finn answers.

In one connection, Poe steps forward, but a Stormtrooper manages to shoot him in the arm causing him to fall to the ground.

"Poe!" Finn and I yell at the same time.

Chewie gets rid of some soldiers while I bend down to check Poe's arm, it doesn't take long for Finn to repeat my actions.

"Are you Okay?"

We hear footsteps and from one moment to the next, we are surrounded.

“Nope."

"Drope your weapons, now!”

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"Move,” They order us.

We are all handcuffed and being dragged by the soldiers to reach certain people who, unfortunately, seem familiar to me.

"Allegiant General, the scavenger is not with them, but we have the other girl,” says one of them.

“Take them away. Finish them.”

"But sir, the girl. The supreme leader gave orders to–”

"I am not interested, now I have given another order," he finishes, and then he leaves, leaving us with a rather irritating redhead.

Soldiers turn our backs and start their weapons.

“Come on, boys, we were friends. If Kylo finds out about this, I don't think He'll give you a raise,” I say, still with my back to them.

"Actually, she's right," starts the redhead. Uh-oh. "I'd like to do this myself.”

"Oops."

"At least you tried," says Poe next to me, and then I see Finn. "What were you gonna tell Rey before?" I roll my eyes.

"You still on that?" Finn answers.

"Come on guys,” I say.

"Oh, I'm sorry, is this a bad time?"

“Yeah, sort of is a bad time, Poe. You wanted to say something to Kiara too, is this the time to be honest?”

Oh, I didn't remember that.

"You're right, what was it, Poe?" I ask.

"Yeah... well, I asked first," He says nervously. "Cause later doesn't really look like an option. If you're gonna let something off your chest "

I leave the couple to continue arguing and listen to Hux's weapon start. Damn, that's why you must be friends with redheads. I close my eyes as soon as I hear the sound of the shot, but none of us is hurt. We turn and meet the lifeless soldiers.

"I’m the spy," says Hux.

"What?"

"You?"

“That’s why you always befriend the redhead,” I add, totally confused.

"We don't have much time.”

"Well, look at you, Huxie,” he rolls his eyes at the nickname.

"I knew it,” says Poe pointing at him.

"No, you did not.”

Another opportunity to flee that we do not miss.

"Who would say that all that psychological abuse was a mask. I thought you were just an idiot,” I say without stopping.

"Kiara, I think this is not the time–”

"Oh, it's always a good time to tease, Finn."

Hux guides us between the ship until we see C3PO, BB8 and the D-0 droid approaching.

"BB-8, come on!" shouts Poe.

Hux stops in front of a door and opens it for us.

"I'll shut down the impeders. You’ve got a few seconds.”

"There she is. She’s a survivor,” says Poe leaning out of a window, showing the Millenium Falcon.

"Finally," I whisper and we continue.

“Wait. Wait–” Hux tells us, “Blast me in the arm. Quick.”

"What?" Finn asks.

"They’ll know.”

“Oh! I’ll do it,” I say, raising my hand, but Finn shoots him in the leg, bringing him to the ground, complaining. "That's cheating," I say with a pout.

"Why are you helping us?" Finn asks him.

"I don't care if you win,” The man grunts, "I need Kylo Ren to lose.”

“Oh, boy.”

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After helping Rey, we are all at the Millenium Falcon. Finn and Rey are in charge of fixing some things on the ship, while I am close to them. They both talk about Exegol and how to win this, but from one moment to the next, I feel something different, something I felt many years ago... with Ben, but now he is part of Rey.

When Ben was telling me about the voices on the dark side, and how his mood changed for no reason.

“He killed my mother, and my father. I'm going to find Palpatine and destroy him,” Rey says with a blank look.

That is not a good thing.

“Rey," starts Finn, "that doesn't sound like you. Rey, I know you.”

"People keep telling me they know me. I'm afraid no one does,” This has happened before.

Rey walks away and I follow her. I take her arm and lead her to where was once my room.

"I can't stand another speech," she complains.

"No, you must finish what you are starting, Rey,” She stays still. "This is the same as Ben when we were in the Jedi temple, this is how Kylo Ren started."

"You don’t understand it.”

"Maybe not, but there is something in which I do have an advantage,” I say approaching. "All that anger and anger, the thirst for revenge does not end well. You have to see beyond that, Rey. No one can forget what we’ve lost, but you should not remain stuck wanting to avenge your parents.”

“It's not that simple," she answers.

"No one said it was" I stir in my place. "You must see everything Kylo has done and know that all that control is useless and will only harm the people you love the most."

"You know who I am, who Palpatine is to me. My Powers…”

"That does not define you, Palpatine’s a very good puppeteer, he did it with Anakin Skywalker and also with Ben, do not let it consume you,” My voice break slightly. "I don’t plan to lose someone else because of him, Rey.”

She shakes her head and I know she’s holding back tears as well, but she says nothing and just leaves my room.

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In our quest to find the wayfinder, we walked up a hill to observe Darth Vader's great work destroyed, surrounded by the wild surf of the planet.

"The death star. A bad place from an old war.”

"It's gonna take us years to find what we're looking for,” adds Poe.

Thanks to the dagger Rey recovered, we decipher the exact location of the Wayfinder, but a group of people interrupt us.

Babu Frik sent a signal announcing our arrival so that this group did not harm us. They are all part of the resistance. The leader of the group offers us help, but the surf is very dangerous, we can only go tomorrow, Rey is impatient.

"Any ideas to help Rey?" Finn asks me on the way back to the Falcon to fix the bulky landing. I sigh.

“It’s difficult to understand and even more to fix. I know how you feel, but at this point,” I see my friend, “I have no idea what you can do.”

Repair is difficult, but Jannah, the leader, who turned out to be an ex-stormtrooper is very helpful.

Everyone has a job, and when I feel a tickle, I know it's my turn now, and it will be the hardest.

"Where do you think you are going?" I say while still walking behind Rey.

"She said we should wait, but I can't do it."

"Oh, and what's the plan, miss, will I fix it all?"

"You don't have to come and take care of me.”

"Of course I do, apparently it’s my duty to take care of idiots who want to go to the dark side."

"No!" Rey yells at me, stops and confronts me. "No one asked you for help at any time, it’s not my fault that you have that need to protect us, I can do this by myself-”

"If you want to die, of course you can do it alone, Rey.”

"Enough! Stop being sarcastic,” She turns and continues walking until she reaches the ships of the group that is helping us.

"That's what Ben would say," I reply with a grimace.

"You don't understand, is everything just a game for you?"

"Only if it amuses me.”

“Kiara…" She says through gritted teeth.

"I cannot leave you alone and no matter what you say, I will be here,” Once I walked away and everything was destroyed. It won't happen again. "So... do we use a Skimmer?”

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Rey and Kiara, experts in bad decisions face the giant waves of an unknown place. All because Rey wants to play tag you’re it, and I can't leave her alone. The damn Skimer is very difficult to control with so much movement.

"Rey!" I yell.

"What!?"

"If we get out of this, remind me to kill you later!"

By pure miracle, we’re able to enter the death star. A totally abandoned and destroyed place. For my bad luck, we have to climb the ruins. Rey knows where the wayfinder is exactly, so I follow her.

"Not because I have a metal hand, it means that my whole body is resilient,” I complain.

“We're almost there.”

Between the corridors there are stormtrooper uniforms, and one or another corpse, but that doesn't matter, it was a long time ago… I think.

After what seemed like years, we stop in front of what was once a round window or maybe it’s a capsule, I have no idea, but at least we stopped climbing. At that a door to our left opens, we both light the sabers and enter slowly. Darkness floods the place, but a small light captures our attention: a small pyramid, The Wayfinder.

"Finally," whispers Rey, but then another pair of red sabers lights up behind us and two hooded figures start the fight.

Each one fights against an enemy, but everything becomes increasingly rare when the light of my saber illuminates the face of my opponent.

“Shit," The Jedi tricks again. I feel a chill when the other person smirks. It's me, but without energy, without hope.

The fight continues, and I see the other version of Rey attacking my friend. This is very confusing. At my distraction, She stumbles out of the dark place, hitting me on the back with the wreckage of the ship. It doesn't take long for Rey to stumble by my side as well, letting go of the pyramid, which rolls out of our reach, but another hand stops it.

"Oh great," I say sarcastic.

We both get up and prepare for Kylo Ren's attack. Rey lights her saber again, but I get in front of her, trying to calm the situation.

"Look at yourself,” Kylo starts and Rey forces me to get a little closer, but I stop her again. “You wanted to prove to my mother that you were a Jedi, but you’ve proven something else.”

"Kylo, ​​stop.”

"You can't go back to her now," he continues to ignore me. "Like I can’t.”

"Stop. Both of you must stop all this circus –”

"The dark side is in our nature.”

Bullshit.

"Surrender to it…”

"Should I use this invisibility power for good, or evil?"

"Kiara, you better get away," says Rey. "Give it to me," She says to Kylo.

"The only way you’re getting to Exegol is with me,” He answers raising the Wayfinder and destroying it with just one hand.

"No!" She screams and using force, she pushes me away from her battle.

What she did not think well is where I could fall. I feel a new blow on my back and my body weakens. I hear her groans the clash of sabers, in the distance.

Kiara.

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Top 7 Comfort Movies

Tagged by @lioness--hart 😘

I'm just gonna list them mainly, I don't have particularly elaborate reasons for why I go back to these so much other than they remind me of dear friends mostly ❤

1. Reservoir Dogs - @headoverhiddles got my lazy ass to finally watch this about a year or so ago and I haven't looked back since. So many of my beloved daddies in this and its just a great, funny film. One of QT's best.

2. Tombstone - see above. And oh god, Val is at his absolute finest in that film *fans self*

3. The Void - nope, not gonna be able to explain this one 😂😅 other than I'm a slut for Lovecraftian body horror (specific, I know) and this is one of the finest modern examples of it. Go watch it if you have a strong stomach!

4. Guardians of The Galaxy - again, daddies galore, its hella-colorful and the cast/characters are just SO my vibe. And c'mon, don't forget baby/adolescent Groot 😍 he's my angry smol tree son and I would die for him. I especially list GoTG Vol 2 as a comfort film. Because Tango & Cash reunion, hellooooo... And Kurt as Ego is a DADDY. An asshole, but a daddy nonetheless. So is Rooker (but I didn't really need to say that, did I? 😏)

5. Death Proof - oops, seems QT keeps making it into my film lists 😅 he just seems to know exactly which daddies to throw in a film to get my adoration and attention! And its SO much fun, I mean do I need to mention the car chase scene with Zoe Bell being her badass self??

6. Mad Max Fury Road - I LOVE the whole thing to bits but most of all I'm SO glad I'm not alone in my Immortan Joe thirst anymore. And now I'm after Hugh Keays-Byrne himself, thanks Kate... 😒😘

7. John Wick - all of them. All the movies. The cast. The fight scenes. Just *chefs kiss* oh and it made me aware that Keanu has aged VERY well 😏 (even though Ian McShane as Winston is my Top Daddy™ from that as he is in everything 😍🔥)

Fuck it, I'm gonna cheat and add an 8th... The Ritual. I mean... damn, Bruckner. How did you craft this masterpiece of horror?? 👀

Tagging @headoverhiddles @chari-koopa @kuranes-parnassus @queensoybean @uss-lesbian @softpastelangel @captainvontrapp15 @xmissghoulx and all my lovely followers pretty much 💙

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For fanfiction writers day!

Yes, this has been going around a lot. And, yes, many of your works I have not read, for I have been focusing on getting my fic moving and my requests planned (I’m real behind on them hahahahahaha... oops) and I’m just keeping myself busy with trying to write daily.

But I figured since It is the day of appreciation for fanfic writers, I thought, well, let’s do something special something which I am extremely rusty on.

Poetry. Good lord save my soul.

Words. They make no sense to many Yet to those who understand The multiple syllables Words are beautiful.

They will express our values Our personalities And they express our morals So people can know us.

They portray a life we dream A life where we are aright A life away from shadows A life in the warm light.

Words. They make no sense to many. Yet they are beautiful things That give us eternal life For many centuries to come.

This goes out to the very few writers I know in this fandom (I apologise) and although I may not read your works often and only know you write (again, I apologise) I feel that you also need this wonderful appreciation, for without you and many other creative people in our fandoms, we would not exist. In this fandom, we have suffered greatly, but we will keep going (Noct didn’t die for no reason, alright?) and today is the day we all start anew, forget about all that hate, take a deep breath, and write.

So here it goes:

@jojopitcher @themissimmortal @cerasusazule @ffxv-milkshake @final-fantasy-xv-imagines @neko-otaku13 @fieryfantasy @nifwrites @blindbae @the-lucian-archives @ultimoogle

I didn’t realise I knew so little (dammit I’m so sorry) some people know, like 20 and I’m just here like can’t read half of their stuff because oh my god i’m 17 why so much thirst or it’s just not my thing (just know that I also appreciate them but since I neither follow or have read their things I can merely appreciate that they have survived many things).

At east one of the tagged blogs have left this fandom, sadly, but I have tagged her so you can see what she has written.  Again, my apologies for knowing so little.

But I’m also going to appreciate the blogs that support us, comment, give us feedback, reblog our works. Because without you, there would be no us. So thank you.

Also thank you @ffxvweek for allowing creators to share there work on a grander scale within this fandom!