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adoregojo · 9 months ago

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∑ foolish fondness ➛ reo.m

reo was definitely, absolutely, entirely, not jealous.

not when you called this guy ‘cute' 一sure he clenched his fist into an aggressive ball shade, but nothing crazy. not when you dubbed him as you 'bodyguard’一as if reo can't secure you a whole army to watch over you like hawks 24/7.

and definitely not when you called that ‘mister x’ handsome.

Maybe his looks were enough to kill an entire generation, but no, he wasn't jealous.

to be accurate, he was burning alive.

yet reo forced himself to smile, despite the flames eating him to bits, it was all worth it for you. swallowing the lump that was clogging his throat, trying so desperately to not let out a piercing cry when you keep up on ranting about him when he一your boyfriend, was right there!

“he seems fun to be around, I guess.” uttering ever so bitterly, the words left stains of venom on his tongue.

“very, I also feel safe anywhere near him.” you went off giggling, while reo was on the edge of letting the earth swell him down, because witnessing hell freeze over with everyone dancing flamenco would've been something he could cope with more than hearing you say that another man was making you feel safe一and no. he wasn't being dramatic, at all.

“He even scared a bunch of creeps off my back yesterday, isn't he just the best?”

that's all? well, reo could easily ban them from 12 countries. ‘mister x’ has to get his games up.

He also has a large backyard, but that's for another story.

“Sure he is. ‘mister x’ seems like the most interesting guy to ever exist.” he spat out, hands shaking deep in his pockets. At this rate, he thinks he's all ready to cease a running train with one hand.

“just because you refuse to acknowledge his name doesn't mean you can call him ‘mister x’, it's mr fuji.” you pointed out, as if reo had offended you with his misspelling. oh now you were defending him? just marry once and for all一please don't.

“Anyway, I gotta meet him for lunchtime. you wanna tag along?”

to be bland, reo was infuriated. he wanted to be mad at you, but oh一how could he when you looked so happy? with the most enthusiastic smile and he swore he could define preciousness underneath it alone. Unlike him, you never liked to swim between a myriad of people, always drawing a line when it came to your own personal space. so it's safe to say that reo, aside from being your boyfriend, was the first one to be this adjacent, the one that tackled your personal space wholly. then he wouldn't have to worry about sharing you一all for him to love and cherish.

even if it hurts seeing someone mimicking his steps to your warmth, where he wanted to be the one and only there. Even if it meant wounding himself, reo didn't have the strength to stand up against your glee for his own gluttony of your attention.

“of course,” reo would utter undertone, concealing what he had of dreads with a tight smile.

and yet, reo can feel your glances of doubt on him. He wasn't trying hard enough to hide his grimace when the first thing you snatched was a warped up raw meat, was he taking reo’s spot of being the first one on your mind?一and seriously, raw meat? what kind of epoch did this man colonize? when cannibalism was normalized?一 Still, he acted nonchalant. including two warped up sandwiches and just paid with his lips pressed on to a thin line.

Even when the grip on the card was unyielding to the point he might just twist it if it wasn't for your hand to pat him up on the arm一he found himself easing up. just a little. and maybe his heart skipping a beat for the shortest time possible.

halfway walking, reo had to fight the urge to turn around and take a step back. Perhaps cry himself to sleep while he's at it. although, he found it in himself to straighten up. walk by your side with a stiffened shoulders and a heavy heart.

and when you two stopped, a nearby ditch, he figured that you two were in the place一the place his greatest nemesis of all time settled in.

unwittingly, he asks, “Can he fight?”

“what?”

“I asked, can he fight?”

you shot him a look, tilting your head to the side in confusion. “You can say his name, y’know?”

“only if he won.”

you had to palm your mouth, suffocating your laughter. your boyfriend narrows his eyes at you, “what? you think I'd lose?” reo ranted, now you had both hands to stifle your chortle. and he could feel neck crimson sheepishly to a shade of red, whatever it was embarrassment or pure bashfulness under the tune of your laugh.

“Since when were you after someone's blood?” you managed to let out, wiping your fake tears. leaving reo to wonder how you directed to shone like clockwork一 glistening a smile he’d go to war for一dammit, this wasn't the time to act like his usual lovelorn self.

“I am not. but if he wanted to dig a hole for himself, I'd be the last thing he'd see.”

and before you could make out a witty response, a low bark echoes throughout the ditch. deliberate steps of an old dog come to view一if reo may guess, it was a Newfoundland dog breed.

he sees you leaping up to the senile dog as if he was your longtime aibou. ruffling the feather black fur, the animal leaning lazily against your affection. reo almost awed at the sight.

“reo, this is mr fuji. mr fuji, this reo. my boyfriend.”

reo blinks.

“it's.. a dog?” he slips out, ever so hesitant.

“not just any dog, the cutest, most handsome dog in the world.”

Suddenly, he's able to breathe again. He felt like the world's burden just lifted off his chest. He inactively watched as you unfold the raw meat and fed the aged dog. giving it a gentle pat in his head before standing back up to your boyfriend’s side.

“So it was a dog all along.” he acknowledged once again, a relief chuckle came from him as a soothing spring’s breeze.

by his side, you lean onto him till your arms are touching, reo could feel your warmth against him一or maybe that was just his body heating unintentionally. “Is that why you were jealous earlier?” you asked, sloping your head to the side as you observed him. his face painted in the slightest hints of red.

“I wasn't.” he tried objecting, tipping his head to the opposite direction of you.

“you were.”

“woof.”

“see? even mr fuji agrees.”

you knew he was a terrible liar when he was around you, it's always his cheekbones, ears and neck betraying him to unfold the chaste truth. with you squeezing the flesh of his arm gently, eyes keening on him. you were so unfair, you can't pull the ultimatum cunning he cannot find it in his heart to turn a blind eye on.

“So what if I was? Is it bad that I ache to be the only person you could consider?”

there it was, it was a mythical pull一with all his three spies flushing out. “you know that's almost impossible, right?”

“ the only man then.”

“go easy.”

“fine, the only man that'll get eulogized by you.”

“only if it's mutual.”

“trust, it has been biased for a while now.”

with that, you take his hands in yours. weaving farewells to mr fuji, with reo just side-eyed him while muttering something along the lines ‘geezer’ leaving you to question if it was your own mirages playing tricks on you. dog or not, reo will still count him as his rival of all time.

yet when you tend towards him, interlocking your hands as you walk side by side. from the corner of his lilac hues, he could tone your affluent reddish skin when tucking a lost lock of your hair behind your ear. his knuckles would linger on your cheekbones to flavor the warmth till you had to force him away.

reo would observe you for a while before saying, “I won.” circulating to the world, and to himself. with the stupidest, lovesick smile glued to his lips. you ought to kick his leg slightly, while he would let out a long, fake whine. asking you to kiss it better.

and you would, despite the grimacing peers around you two. it was hard to tell the one who fell harder.

#reo... reo... sniff...#blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #reo x reader #reo mikage x reader #reo mikage x you #reo x you

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theartofwoompwoomp · 21 days ago

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Hmm here's one: Reader is Senku's buddy de-petrification and as such he's victim to their attraction to Gen as they work. To combat this he violently (but good natured) explains why they don't have a chance. Reader (faux-offended) drags Gen into the tent to prove hin wrong. Shenanigans ensue

Take it somewhere else

Gen x reader. Senku x reader platonic (a lot of it is in senku’s pov)

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Senku has known you for a really time now. You were there before de-petrification, and you were still there with him after.

He’s come to really appreciate your support and company. After all, you were one of the few he cared about platonically and weren’t as illogical as the rest.

Never once has seen you actually interested in anyone romantically before. And he wasn’t going to judge you, he himself has never been attracted to anyone romantically before.

That is why your reaction when you met a certain someone was peculiar to him.

You see, Gen has already betrayed Tsukasa for awhile now. At first, he thought your actions were made out of distrust.

But he’s been around two in love fools for a really long time to know that look on your face.

You were doing it again.

Both of y’all in the middle of handling some explosive chemicals had to be very careful with your movements. Following his orders to make sure nothing would go wrong, you carefully moved the chemicals from one beaker from another.

“That’s what I’m saying. This is all a-cray.”

That voice, it made your whole body conscious of everything and anything.

He saw how even if you seemed to be following along, all your focus was on the mentalist. That damn mentalist. Sure they are allies, but he’s just doesn’t want you to get hurt.

Call it his dad instincts or whatever, but he worries about you. Especially since that is uncharted territory for the both of you.

“Hey,” trying to get your attention, “make sure you’re paying attention—“ you made all the chemicals mixed. far too distracted to notice. Barely having time to react, the whole room was filled with smoke.

Coughing and gasping for clean air, you both exit out of the lab covered in soot. He looks at you with annoyance.

Love can be distracting, but it shouldn’t be to this degree. And when he looks up to you, you’re still ogling the mentalist.

This nonsense has gone for too long.

“(Y/n),” voiced filled with venom and rage. You don’t think you’ve been this afraid of hearing your name before.

Tense as you turn to him. His brows furrowed and mouth closed tight. You worry about the doom heading towards you.

“Care to elaborate why the lab is currently smoking.” He never gets mad, at least not like this. Oh. You definitely screwed up.

Before you could even respond he continues on, “And it better not be about the mentalist again. We have no time for things like that.”

Your face flushing partially from embarrassment, and partially from the truth in his words.

“It was not..,” responding back, you notice that it gets harder to deny the fact that he always does this. Always mentions Gen as the reason for your problems. I mean, technically it’s true. But there’s no need to poke at it.

After that, the both of you cleaned up and continued your work. Nothing unnecessary was mentioned. But the whole time your head was filled with thoughts.

He’s always pointed out all the logic of things. Even with your crush on Gen. you haven’t out right stated it to him, but you’re 100 percent sure he’s caught on by now.

“So,..” catching your attention he continues, “you have a thing for the mentalist?”

Spit gets caught in your throat making you into a coughing mess. You forgot how straight forward he could be.

“Woah, calm down, I’m not judging you.”

Gaining a bit of composure back, your face was still flushed red and your brows furrowed.

“And if I do?”

He rolls his eyes a bit at your sass. “It’s illogical to pursue such a goal in our current situation.” He rubs the back of his neck. “You never know what’s going to happen tomorrow.” Voice gentle but the message strong.

He was conveying his worry for you.

You were calmed from this revelation. Wanting nothing more than do the same for him you respond. “Trust me, I’ll be fine. I think he likes me as well.” He raises a brow at that, “that’s not what I meant you know.” You chuckle when you heard that.

“Of course I know what you meant, but you have no reason to worry.” He still wasn’t convinced. “Besides, there’s a loophole in your logic.”

What ever could you mean with that? after all he did the math. What were you implying? “A loophole?…“ questioning you. He starts wondering if you’re about to make a bunch of things up on the spot. But that’s far from the truth.

“You see, your logic holds truth. But it fails to have perspective.”

As you spoke, joy filled your face in such a peaceful manner, it almost got rid of all his doubts.

“The mear fact of not knowing what will happen should encourage us to make use of the time now. And not later.”

This was another thing he admired from you. Your perspective. Though, this also came with your stubborn personality. Which has now impulse you to march towards the mentalist.

Rushing after you, mainly to make sure you don’t do anything stupid. You continue on dead set on finding poor gen.

Once you did find him, he had no idea what was about to happen. “Oh?, (y/n)-chan ! What brings you here ?” You grabbed his hand, “I need to speak with you in private this instant.”

And without waiting for a response, you guided him to your tent. He himself was giddy at the fact you were being so assertive.

He knew about your feelings and acknowledged his own. But he wanted you take the first step, needless to say, he wasn’t expecting you to act so soon.

Poor senku struggled to keep up. Not even an old man yet he couldn’t follow along without stopping every once in a while.

But his own need of knowing if you’ll be alright motived him to continue.

By the time he arrived, he rushed to barge in. Though, no he wishes he hadn’t. You were currently pinning the red tomatoed mentalist to the ground….

…

Walking calmly toward the both of you, no words were spoken from anyone as he pulls you off. Then he checks you for any injuries.

Seeing that you’re indeed alright he places his hand on your cheek. Almost cupping it.

Both you and gen just watching in silence as he continues.

But you should’ve known better.

One moment he was cupping your cheek, the next he was pulling your ear. “What in the world do you think you’re doing ?!”

“Owowow, ow! I was just following your advice !” Letting go of you, you quickly back up rubbing your ear a bit.

“I never said to do this.”

“True, but you implied i should make use of my time and do what i want because i might not be able to in future. And this. Is what I want.”

He groans a bit in frustration. Being so grateful for his father’s patience with him, because right now, he is so close to ending you. You’re not even his offspring but at this point you might as well be.

And all this happens as a poor confused, and disappointed Gen watches. Tried to also have a say in the argument, only to get brutally shut out by the both of you.

You definitely owe him a date for next time.

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Masterlist

#x reader #dcst senku #dcst #gen asagiri #dr stone senku #dr stone #dr stone x reader #anime x y/n #anime x reader #ishigami senku

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tr4nsvampyr · 9 days ago

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Hello jonmund nation I can’t stop thinking about the way others (the nights watch, the free folk, ramsay etc) look down upon jon and tormund and how homophobic it feels like they didn’t need to write it this way

I can’t separate jon’s murder at the hands of the nights watch and their hatred of his empathy for the free folk in general from homophobia

because Thorne says things like “do you want to choose a man who’s been fighting the wildings all his life, or a man who makes love to them?” And yes, he is obviously talking about ygritte but the present tense and the way they bristle at jon’s closeness to tormund makes it way too easy to think that the nights watch is disturbed by them for more than one reason. Thinking about Jon being lured down into the courtyard and attacked for his “love of the wildlings” just ruins my brain chemistry

ALSO. There is a deleted scene between thorne and tormund that just makes this 10000X more impactful because tormund is essentially flaunting to thorne that jon will not let anything happen to him

LIKE IS THIS NOT JUST RIDICULOUS

AND in season 6 when jon reads ramsay’s letter which says “I will not trouble you or your wildling lovers” WHILE TORMUND IS SITTING RIGHT THERE??? LOVERS PLURAL???

that scene on its own is insane because the more uncomfortable jon gets and the angrier tormund does he starts to shift closer and is eventually in jon’s personal space responding strongly to the way jon is shifting in his seat and breathing heavily, and he is STARING DAGGERS into jon

as for the wildlings, their anger towards jon is expressed very often through homophobic ridiculing of his perceived femininity, calling him “pretty” as an admonishment (the person who calls Jon pretty before this is CRASTER) and this extends to tormund in the BIBLICAL scene where the lord of bones starts to mock tormund by asking if him and “the pretty crow” have sex implying that tormund is making himself sexually vulnerable for a crow.

tormund obviously reacts SO STRONGLY that he beats him to death right there, which can easily be played or laughs or like as a man he was just ultra offended by the idea someone would think that of him, but if there’s any vibe weve had from tormund so far I would not say they’d have us believe he would genuinely be that horrified by someone thinking that of him. to my deluded mind, his rage feels very much like someone who feels called out, like he IS attracted to Jon and hearing someone mock him for it is just too much.

When tormund later calls jon pretty, which has before only been said to him with venom, he says it with reverence and follows it up with praise of his ability.

anyway teehee

#tormund giantsbane #jon snow #jonmund #jon snow x tormund #game of thrones #SOMEBODY SEDATE ME!!

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salty-fryingpan · 5 months ago

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I got tagged by @patolemus and couldn't decide what WIP to do,so a little of everything!!

😱

Stiles' face became unreadable. "Is he the one who attacked Lydia?" Scott remembers how horrified Stiles had been, but he thought it was just because he was worried about the girl he loved. Not that his feelings may have caused her injuries. Stiles didn't want to answer, but Scott already knew. "He put Lydia in the hospital and you are up there having sex with him!?"

😰

"Want a soda?" Derek calls back as he stares Stiles down. When his is given an affirmative he just grins at the constipated look of confusion and horror on the man's face. [MAJOR SPOILER REMOVED] Stiles said barely above a whisper as Derek pressed against his back. Derek just hummed. "Come over tonight, I'll leave the light on." "Go fuck yourself." Stiles hissed venomously. "I'd rather fuck you." Derek said as he started grinding against Stiles

🤩

"You wanna repopulate so bad it's kind of hilarious." Derek couldn't help but nod. "You're going to have like, 11 children." "God no, Stiles would never let me do that. I'll maybe get away with like, two more." It wasn't until he saw the look on their interviewers face that he realized what he had done.

👶

"Or is it now that you know it to be a son that you will acknowledge him?" Stiles asked bitterly. "Spit at the idea of the child of a man you claim a whore until its convenient for you?" Derek looked at him wide eyed. "If I had known you were with child I would have locked you away to keep you with me." Now it was Stiles' turn to be confused, and a little offended. "You told me to kill myself." He said in a monotone voice.

That's all I got idk

#sterek #teen wolf #stiles x derek #fanfic #wip

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silent-raven13 · 1 year ago

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When Hobie prank Miles 🫣

"I dare you!" Gwen said to Hobie.

Hobie looks at Gwen, "Oh yeah? I don't like being told what to do!"

"But it's a dare! You gotta do it!" Pav said out loud, "You never back down from a dare! If you do then your a chicken."

The three were playing truth or dare just to passed the time at headquarters waiting for their next mission.

Hobie chuckles, "That's true, but... you two want me to not call my Sunflower, Sunflower?"

"Yeah, all you gotta do is call Miles by his name." Gwen smirks widely with one hand on her hip, "I saw it on TikTok! How couples wouldn't using their partner's nicknames to see how they would react! Come on, we want to see how Miles' react. Would he feel some type of way?"

"Yeah, would he get sad and beg to you?" Pav asked Hobie being excited, "Please, you have to do it!"

"Fine, so you two can shut up." Hobie took the dare, "Besides, I'm curious what my Sunflower would say."

Then, Miles appeared after finished his chores from home, "Hey guys! Sorry, I'm late. You know, chores!"

"Hey, Miles." Gwen and Pav said.

"We were just waiting on Miguel to give us a mission, so you're good." Pav added.

Miles said, "Oh good, he hates it when I'm late." His doe eyes look up at his boyfriend to go over to give him a kiss on the lips, "Hey, bae."

Hobie kisses him on the lips, "Hey, Miles. How's it going?" The look on Miles' face got Gwen's and Pav's to snicker quietly to themselves. The eighteen year old pouted with confusion on his eyes, "what is this"

Normally his boyfriend would always call him by his cute nicknames, Sunflower, luv, darling, or dear. Never just his name in one go. Nope, he doesn't like it, maybe his baby is having a bad day. Miles trying to find an excuse to let it go for now.

Hobie saw his boyfriend pouting at him then said, "I'm good, bae. Just a lot of chores, mi amor." Miles putting emphases on his endearment nicknames toward him. "How about you, mi alma?"

He should've just dropped the dare, but his witty punk side wanted to keep going. "Good. Nothing new. Same ole' same ole', Miles." He casually said.

"Mmm," Miles crosses his arms not liking this one bit, he's starting to get upset.

Gwen and Pav only giggles at how cute Miles get when he look unimpressed. It's just adorable when he's bothered. Those doe eyes squinting to study Hobie. Just when Miles was about to open his mouth- Lyla ring them in, "Hey Spider Band! Miguel wants you in the office for your mission! We got a level 5!"

"Great! Come on, Miles." Hobie said with a wide grin.

A grimace look on his partner's face, when Hobie tries to slouch against him Miles quickly walks ahead being upset. "Hmph!" He huffs.

Gwen giggles, "Dude, you're gonna be in so much trouble. You can drop it now."

"Yeah, we got to see he didn't like it." Pav nodded putting his mask on.

Hobie chuckles, "Nah, I wanna see what will he do if I keep going."

"You're just begging to get him to curse you out!" Gwen put on her mask, "Crazy!"

"I love crazy!" Hobie added as he quickly follow Miles while putting on his mask. "Hey, Miles! Wait up!"

The beginning of the mission, Miguel went through the plan like normal. He saw Miles with his arms crossed having to get away from Hobie, who try to slouch on him or cuddle. "What's going on?" The older Spiderman thought to himself, but ignored it. "Whatever. As long as they finished the mission."

During the mission, Hobie was testing Miles. Every times they swing together, Hobie would say, "Hey, Miles. What do you think the weather here?" or "Yo Miles, look at this view!" When they fought the anomaly, Hobie would say, "Good job, Miles!" or, "That's some quick thinking, man!"

"MAN?" Miles shouted out loud almost sounding offended, until he had to stay focused on the anomaly. The monster had grab Pav tossing him to the other side of the street. The eighteen year old uses his Venom strikes on the anomaly while Gwen tied it up with her web. Then, Hobie whacking it with his guitar. Pav jumps in the air throwing the high tech net to capture the anomaly.

Lyla quickly send out the missions progress to Miguel.

A successful mission!

Anomaly: Captured

No injuries... yet.

Hobie gave Gwen, Pav high fives, and saw Miles standing in the group being the least happy about the successful mission. "Miles! Come on, be happy! We beat that anomaly with zero damages!" Gwen said with joy.

"And it was a level five!" Pav said out loud.

"Yeah, lad! Gimmie five." Hobie hold out his hand as a high five.

No kisses? No hugging? Miles inhale trying to maintain his cool, "We're not done yet till we send this guy back at HQ!" He passes by Hobie to pick up the capture anomaly throwing it at the portal.

"Ohhhh." Gwen and Pav said to Hobie.

"Guys, it's cool. I know, Miles. He's just a little mad." Hobie said with a calm tone having a grin on his face. "I'll let him know it's a prank."

"I dunno." Pav sang.

As they went back to Miguel's office, Lyla's avatar was sitting on Miguel's shoulder. Looks like the two were chatting about something. "Oh, look here they are!" Lyla whispers to hush Miguel.

The leader of Spider Society rolled his eyes, "Great work, Spider Band. I'm impressed with that quick thinking. Stacy, you really pulled through. Morales great use of your venom strike. Prabhakar good eye on those civilians. Brown, you did good maintaining the street damages than last mission. Good work team."

"Oh it was nothing!" Gwen said out loud, "Does this show we can go on bigger missions?"

"You still need a chaperone, Stacy."

"Awe, what! We did no damages!" Gwen groans.

Miles said, "Yeah, we can go bigger missions. I mean, why not?"

"Because you all are still my responsibility, so I will say when you can-" Hobie cut him off having to slouch on his boyfriend out of the blue, "Oi, this guy deserves to go on dangerous bloody level ten missions!" He pointed at Miles being happy.

"OYE! This guy! This guy?" Miles shouted losing his cool, he took off his mask to reveal his pissed off face.

"Ooooo," Lyla giggles.

"What's going on here?" Miguel asked being confused, but Lyla hushes him.

Gwen and Pav stood quiet with their mouth shut trying to hold their laughter. Hobie took off his mask looking innocent, "What is it, mate?"

"Man? Lad? THIS GUY! Oye, mira me," Miles snaps his fingers at Hobie's face to make him look at him. His hands took hold of the punker's jaw having to purposely squish his face, "No soy tu amigo! Entiendes lo que estoy diciendo! Mira me! Look at me, when I'm talking to you!"

There goes the resemblance of Mrs. Morales on the eighteen year old. Miguel calmly said, "You had a death wish, brown?"

"Darling, it's just a prank." Hobie finally admits it trying to ease his Sunflower's anger.

"Prank? Prank! Puñeta, estás bromeando? Crees que es gracioso! Me oyes reír?" He curse at his boyfriend, "Yo soy to novio! No tu friend! I'm not your 'man' or 'this guy'!"

"He's your boyfriend. You should respect him as such." Miguel added having to shake his head.

"Tienes que tratarme como al amor de tu vida!" Miles scold his boyfriend, "This prank wasn't cute Hobie!"

Miguel scoff, "Since when pranks are ever funny."

"Wait, luv. I only wanted-" Miles snaps his fingers again, "No, quiero oírte! Soy tu cielo. Su vida. Su bebé! Tu girasol. Llámame así!"

"Honestly, I don't understand why he would pissed off a Latino like that." Miguel sighs, "We're possessive like that."

Lyla giggles, "It's like when Peter called you, pal back in the day."

"Cállate!" Miguel hissed seeing Pav's and Gwen's mouth drop. "You didn't hear that, got it!"

Miles huffed at his boyfriend, "I'm your Sunflower. I didn't like this Prank, Hobie." He pouts so cutely. "I'm mad at you."

"Awe, luv. I didn't mean-" He lets his face go, "No, I don't want to hear it. I'ma ignore you the whole day, hmph!" Miles walks away, "I'm going to lunch."

"Wait, Sunflower. I'm sorry!" Hobie quickly follow him trying to make it up to him.

Gwen said to Pav, "Well... Miles gonna be mad at him for the rest of the day."

"I give it two days." Pav said, "He did not like that."

Miguel added, "I give it a week. You never want to pissed off a Latino lover."

"Just like how you were with Peter, huh?" Lyla asked out loud with laughter in her voice.

"Cállate, Lyla!"

#punkflower #miles morales #hobie brown #spiderman #spider man #spider verse #across the spider verse #spiderverse #across the spiderverse #flowerpunk #miles x hobie #hobie x miles

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br0-k3n-sch00lb01 · 8 months ago

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Faraway Town had been… strangely uneventful lately. Basil had killed himself, and Sunny had been sent to an asylum. Hero, Aubrey, and Kel were all in Hero’s car as he drove them 3 hours away from town to visit Sunny. The car was silent at the moment. Aubrey finally spoke. “Am I the only one that’s… like… really scared to see Sunny..?”

Both Kel and Hero looked to Aubrey silently for a moment before Hero spoke.

“..No. I’m nervous too. I’ve been calling every week since he got sent there, and even the doctors there said he’s.. a little.. difficult..”

Kel glanced out the window in silence, his arms crossed silently in his lap. Aubrey let out a breath through her nose.

“I’m not surprised. I had been wondering when he’d finally snap. He’s always been a bit… messed up.”

Hero winced at her words and took a shaky breath, the man not saying anything in response.

Kel suddenly spoke up with a rather cold tone.

“Hey, don’t talk about him like that. No one can go through that and come out okay.”

Aubrey snorted.

“We all went through it and didn’t completely fucking LOSE IT. Don’t be an idiot. He was already fucked up.”

Kel looked to her with an almost offended expression, frowning in response.

“You think that I don’t feel messed? You think that this has just been some sort of walk in the park? We all went through it, but none of us had our boyfriend blow his brains out in front of us. That was different. He’s messed up because he’s been through trauma, don’t go calling him crazy.”

Aubrey shot him an exasperated look. “Well, if he’s not crazy, why’s he in the place where CRAZY PEOPLE go?!”

Kel looked like he was actually pissed off now, turning in his seat and snapping back in response.

“He’s in there because he’S TRAUMATIZED! Stop being such an ass!”

“WE’RE ALL TRAUMATIZED!! IF HE’S NOT CRAZY, THEN WHY IS HE THE ONLY ONE THAT ENDED UP THERE, HUH?! TELL ME THAT, SINCE YOU KNOW EVERYTHING!” Aubrey yelled at him.

Kel looked angry now, his fists clenching.

“MAYBE ITS BECAUSE HE’S THE ONLY ONE THAT LOST A LOVER? MAYBE ITS BECAUSE HE’S THE ONLY ONE THAT WITNESSED THE SUICIDE OF HIS BOYFRIEND?!”

Aubrey pointed to Hero.

“HE SAW MARI KILL HERSELF AND HE’S TURNED OUT JUST FINE! KEL, YOU’RE BEING AN IDIOT AND A DICK!!”

Those words seemed to piss Kel off to the point of exploding, causing him to yell back at her.

“THATS- THATS DIFFERENT. YOU CAN’T COMPARE WHAT HAPPENED TO MARI TO BASIL AND SUNNY’S SITUATION!”

Aubrey’s eyes were welling up.

“YES I FUCKING CAN!! They were the ones who fucking did it to her, weren’t they? Don’t act like they never told us that. Just because you play the ‘happy friend’ doesn’t mean you also have to be stupid, Kelsey.”

“Oh, I’m the stupid one here? I’m not the one who’s sitting here going on about how Sunny is crazy!”

Kel’s voice was almost borderline venomous and he was clenching his fists tightly. He looked furious, and almost looked as if he’d lunge over and smack her.

“WELL, I’M ONLY SAYING HE’S CRAZY BECAUSE HE IS CRAZY! THAT MUCH IS CLEAR! He killed his sister, then his boyfriend blew his fucking brains out, and LOOK WHERE HE ENDED UP! Do you remember how he just LAUGHED for over an hour straight on that day?! How can someone do that, and be called SANE?!”

“HE LAUGHED BECAUSE HE FINALLY SNAPPED. HE’S NOT CRAZY, HE’S JUST- JUST TRAUMATIZED AND HE LOST SOMEONE HE LOVED, SO OBVIOUSLY, HE’S NOT GOING TO BE DOING OKAY RIGHT NOW! HE DIDN’T ‘KILL’ MARI, THAT WAS AN ACCIDENT AND HE WOULD NEVER HAVE DONE THAT ON PURPOSE. STOP ACTING LIKE SUNNY CAN JUST ‘GET OVER’ THE SUICIDE OF HIS BOYFRIEND WHEN THAT’S ALL HE CAN PROBABLY THINK ABOUT!”

“OH, YOU PIECE OF SHI-“

Aubrey was cut off by Hero speaking.

“That is ENOUGH. Both of you, STOP.”

Hero firmly snapped at the both of them, his voice almost commanding and harsh. Both of the other teens went silent, both of them staring at the ground.

“You two arguing and fighting is NOT going to help anything. I can’t believe the two of you are acting like this. You’re both smart enough to know better. Stop it. Now.”

#charlie rants #host post #omori #omori au #omori fanfic #Omori aubrey #omori kel #omori hero

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painted-bees · 9 months ago

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Cortes- Mask

Raf- Mistake

Margie- Pain

Bring on the angst!💜

Cortes: a mask she wears... Well, she's im a place where she should probably shouldn't belong...making her best attempts at becoming a member of various species that -do- belong there. Why? It's hard to say.

Raf: Mistake....oh man, there are so many. I think most recent in his mind, though--of the mistakes he had that he feels he had control/autonomy over...is definately the way he treated his ex. While Margie has never heard him yell, he and Lacey use to yell at each other almost daily during their worst weeks. He'd accuse her of stuff he had no proof of, just based on her tone of voice, or her mood, etc. She had her own basket of issues, and if she ever felt mildly annoyed or inconvenienced by his behavior, she would try to provoke a more severe response/overreaction by doing or saying something that was arguabley benign but that she knew he'd "misinterpret" or read too much into--just so that she could feel justified in being upset with him. Problem is, even when he knew it was bait, he'd feed into it. And then he'd call her out [in no kindly manner] for being manipulative, and she'd get offended, and so on and so forth. But sometimes...a lot of times...his misreadings and consiquent digs at her were unprovoked. And in those instances, her only crime was lacking the emotional intelligence required to diffuse the situation and would spit venom right back at him in defense. Oh, he got so fucking mean.

He's genuinely, really ashamed of how he behaved with her. Moreso since he recognizes he still has a propensitity to make snipey, deliberately hurtful comments/judgements at his loved ones during his more insecure moments and that, perhaps, the only thing preventing him from repeating the same mistakes he made with Lacey--is -Margie's- ability to say nothing and give him the space to sort his shit out. If she retaliated at all in defence, he's not confident enough in his ability to self-regulate to believe that he'd be able to identify himself as the problem on time to avoid causing significant damages. He's trying, though.

Margie: Pain? Margie has never broken a bone or anything like that... But she has been raked over a bed of oysters and swept out into the very, very cold ocean and...nearly[???] drowned from cold exhaustion all in the same night. That's probably the most pain she's ever experienced, haha. She has a high pain tolerance--in that she'll complain just as much about a paper cut as she will about having her hands sliced into hamburger. That is to say, she will complain a lot... but she'll also still make funny little quips about it to downplay the situation and assert that, despite her whing, it's really no big deal lmao

#cortes #rafael #magritte

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blackwolfstabs · 1 year ago

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30 Day Writing Challenge: Day 6

TIME

Tara listens to her sister and mother fight… again, but when things get reckless, she intervenes.

Tara - age 11 Sam - age 17 references from my day 3: punishment

Tara sat at the top of the staircase, knees up to her chest with her arms crossed on top, listening to her sister and her mother argue in the kitchen. She should be used to it by now, but she never could shake the anxiety in her chest or the race of her heart. It wasn’t that she feared the shouting or the insults or the aggression her mother showed, as much of a stranger as that made her seem. She was scared that their mother would throw Sam out of the house. The more they fought, the more venomous their words became, and that scared Tara to no end. She couldn’t stay alone with her mother if Sam was kicked out. She just couldn’t. And so, whenever they’d fight, she’d sit somewhere she could hear what was happening. She had already decided that if that threat was made, she would get herself involved.

Over her dead body would anyone take her Sammy away. She didn’t care what she’s done, she was still her sister. She was still her number 1.

“How about an apology for all the shit you’ve put me through?!” Christina shouted.

Then Sam returned with a hot tone, “Me? Me, have an apology? You lie to me for years, drive Dad out, get wasted every night, and then take it out on me and Tara! Where’s my apology? Why am I supposed to apologize?”

“Look at what you’re doing, Samantha!” was the offended reply.

Tara could hear her mother’s hand slap the countertop.

“At least I take my shit somewhere else! I don’t sit here and abuse you or Tara for it! She doesn’t deserve that!” Her older sister spat. “You're a mother, so act like it! Get some damn perspective!”

Tara could only imagine the expression that had just come over their parent’s face at those words.

One more moment of tense silence, and then… “How did you become such a fucking brat?”

Christina’s voice had dropped low, making an icy shiver run down the listener’s spine.

“It’s not ‘how?’, you’ve got that figured out, it’s ‘why?’” Sam’s voice had dropped too, but she sounded more disappointed than offended. “Look in the mirror and you’ll find the answer.”

Tara held her breath.

“How dare you—?”

“No, how dare you?!” Sam started yelling again. “When did you think it was okay to give up on your family, your children?! It’s your fault!”

“Samantha Carpenter!”

“No!” she cut her off. “You don’t seem to get it, so let me spell it out for you! I am not responsible for who you loved and how you loved, and neither is Tara! Stop treating us like it!” She didn’t pause to accept any feedback. “You think getting wasted is going to fix it? You think this is going to fix it?!”

Tara jumped with a small yelp that had her slapping her hand over her mouth as the sound of glass shattering echoed throughout the house. She knew Sam had just thrown a wine glass. Something bad was about to happen, she could feel it. And she feared it would leave her alone forever…

“How am I supposed to tell Tara you’ve changed your mind?!” Her older sister screamed, holding a different emotion than anger. She almost sounded like she was about to cry.

Her mother only replied, “You’re just like your father!”

“Maybe. But right now, you’re being more of a devil than he was.”

Devil? The youngest member of the household felt her chest start to burn that led to fresh tears coming into her eyes. Their father wasn’t a devil… Why would she even say that? Sam loved their father, how could she call him such a horrible thing?

All was silent, and for a moment, Tara thought about going downstairs to see what the kitchen looked like now. But then she went cold.

“Go ahead,” she heard Sam dare. “Hit me.”

More silence, but Tara’s heart dropped. ‘Don’t.’

“If you hate me that much, then do it! Hit me!”

‘Don’t do it. Please, Mom, don’t hit her.’ She braced her spine against the wall, biting her lip in anticipation for what might or might not happen.

“You’ve already done it before! Remember last year? When you beat me with a belt in the garage?” Her sister raved on, “So, come on! Hit me! ‘Cause you can’t hurt me anymore than the truth did.”

She had hit her before? Beat her? At that point, Tara couldn’t wait any longer. She bolted from her place and ran down the stairs, nearly skidding as she navigated to the kitchen. “No, don’t hit her!” She got both of their attention, which they seemed taken aback that she had been listening in on their argument. But who couldn’t? They were screaming at each other. She desperately looked at her mother, “I don’t mind if you drink!” Then she looked over at Sam, “I don’t mind if you go out!” Her tears became thicker as her voice started to crack, looking back to her mother, “But please, don’t hit her!”

Christina glared at her. “Tara, go to your room,” she ordered, “This doesn’t concern you.”

Her youngest daughter whimpered, hesitating as she looked over at her sister again. Part of her wanted to obey so she wouldn’t have to be yelled at, but the other part wanted to stay. She didn’t want Sam to be hit or verbally abused anymore. “It’s not fair, Mom…” Now, she began to cry.

Her parent sighed. “None of this is fair, Tara. Life’s not fair.”

Then, Sam snapped, her voice dropping as she stared at the older. “Yeah, but she doesn’t deserve this,” she growled.

“You, keep your mouth shut!”

But she ignored her, softening her demeanor enough to go to Tara. She pulled her in close as her little sister broke down in a small sob. “Shh, it’s okay,” she spoke softly as she stroked her hair. “Just go to your room, it’s okay.”

“Oh, don’t make me out to be the bad guy!” Christina barked, “She’s not a baby, Samantha, don’t pacify her! She needs to grow up at some point.”

“She needs a mother who will be there for her, instead of getting too drunk to even remember she has a daughter!”

Their mother’s eyes went dark and her jaw clenched. If looks could kill, Sam would be gone in a heartbeat. “Get out of this house,” she demanded.

Tara felt her sister stiffen against her.

“I don’t want to see you anymore,” she finished coldly.

And that’s when she lost it. “No!” Tara grabbed onto Sam’s shirt and clung to it as she blinked up at her. “Don’t leave!” she pleaded. “Don’t! Please, Sammy!” But Sam just stared at their mother, which made her turn her face to her as well. “I’ll go to my room, Mom! I will! Just please don’t kick her out!”

Christina scoffed. “I’m not kicking her out,” she assured, but her eyes were like daggers as she held her eldest daughter’s fiery gaze, “I just want her out of the house for a few hours.” She moved forward and grabbed her youngest child, tearing her away from Sam. “Let her go, Tara!”

The strength of her grip pinched Tara’s arms as she reluctantly was forced away. Her mother then trapped her to keep her from running back. “You’ll come back, right?” she whimpered, tears running down her face for the fear that she wouldn’t.

Samantha took a step forward, never breaking away from the stare she put on her mother. “If I find out you hurt her in any way,” she warned, everything from her demeanor to her voice resembling the one person that gave her such a dangerous reputation, “You’ll see just how much I really am like him.”

Christina didn’t seem fazed. “She’s my daughter. I’ll deal with her the way I see fit,” she replied.

“Your daughter. Remember that.”

Tara didn’t understand, but she didn’t care. She squirmed a little in her mother’s hold, but to no avail, for the grip just grew tighter. “Y-you both just need some time…” She exchanged glances with both of them. “To calm down… a-and apologize… Right?”

Her mother just sighed, but Tara could see the trembling of her sister’s jaw and the tears glossing over her eyes as she refused to look at her.

Sam inhaled shakily, and the heartbreak could be read clear on her face as she answered. “We’re out of time.”

That haunted Tara. Terribly. A cold, empty feeling drowned her. “S-Sammy?”

But her Sammy couldn’t take it anymore. She couldn’t bring herself to look at the desperation on her baby sister’s tear-stricken face.

Time… So much time…

Lived.

Divided.

Destroyed.

Lost.

She turned around and led herself out the front door, slamming it on everything they once were. Happy. Innocent. Beautiful. Connected.

All of that was gone. And they were out of time to try and make it right again.

today's been kind of rough, so this isn't my best work, but I think it's decent enough.

All my best! ♡ - parker

#scream #scream v #scream vi #sam carpenter #tara carpenter #carpenter sisters #christina carpenter #30 day writing challenge #time #AU: The Way I Am

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potatonugget7 · 1 month ago

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You Are My Sunshine Chapter 2

Part 2 of my QSMP borrower AU. Also posted on AO3. Previous Part.

TWs: Fear of death, a scary owl. 3.3k words. Suffering nightmares, especially when you're sick and camping out in the damp, isn't ideal.

As Tubbo slowly fell asleep and the sounds of rustling leaves faded into the background, he dreamt he was walking down a tunnel.

It was dark and he didn't have a torch, but he strode with confidence, so he must've known where he was going. The tunnel was familiar, as was the warm light up ahead. As Tubbo walked out into the open, he looked around with a confused expression. It was morning, the sun was shining and the scent of coffee filled the kitchen, however… it was empty.

“Pierre?” he called. No answer.

Briefly, Tubbo glanced out the screen door of the patio, catching the shape of what looked like a one-eyed bird sitting on the backyard fence. A pit formed in his stomach suddenly and his smile disappeared. He walked up to the door and put his hand against the mesh as he met the owl’s gaze. A jolt of fear shot through his heart and he jumped back as the bird suddenly dove from its perch and crashed onto the deck right in front of the door. It let out an ear-piercing screech, flapping its wings wildly as it slammed its face against the screen, pecking and screeching at the mesh as it tried desperately to reach Tubbo. Its singular glowing orb glared at the borrower with venomous rage.

As the owl dug its beak further into the wire screen, the mesh began to tear and Tubbo’s eyes widened in fear. He couldn’t fight off an owl himself-- and there was nowhere to hide unless he ran to one of the lower kitchen cabinets. Surely the owl would get to him first-- and what about Sunny?! What if she was outside?! Or what if she was wandering around the house and happened to walk into the kitchen just as the owl got in?!

Tubbo jumped and let out a startled shriek as the glass door slammed shut with a heavy thud. The owl jumped back too, letting out one final screech before hopping off and taking to the air again.

“Oh– hello there Tubbo,” a deep voice in a French accent greeted. “I didn't see you there.”

He looked up, and let out a sigh of relief realising it was just Pierre. The human was the owner of the house, and shared Tubbo's love for tinkering, being an engineer himself. Something else the younger borrower had discovered was that Pierre spoke another language– something he had never heard of until moving there.

“Thank Prime… uh, hello,” he scooted back a little before standing up. “What are you up to this morning?”

“Right now, making coffee,” the human said, casting a glance over to the coffee machine on the counter, which had finished brewing by the sounds of it.

“Would you and Sunny like some?” Pierre inquired, and Tubbo remembered why he was wandering around in the first place.

“Sunny– have you seen her? I can't seem to find her anywhere.”

The human raised a brow, before shaking his head disapprovingly.

“You don't know where she is? That isn't very responsible of you as her father.”

The comment caught him off guard. Tubbo felt offended, he went quiet and gave the human an odd look. He started making his way across the kitchen, towards the living room.

“Okay..? Thanks for all the help,” he mumbled sarcastically.

It always pissed him off when Pierre tried to tell him how to parent. He was plenty up to the task thank you very much. Besides, what would a human know about borrower parenting? It was normal for kids to explore! It wasn't as if Pierre's house was dangerous, or home to any dangerous pets. Besides, she was a smart girl, she wouldn’t just knowingly wander into danger– unless there was something shiny involved.

Tubbo paused. Something shiny– that must be it. He started walking towards the entertainment unit, where he knew Pierre had a bunch of the shiny metal bagels in cases.

“Sunny!” he called. “Are you trying to get into the deebeedeebies again?!”

“Pa!” a small voice called from the coffee table instead of the entertainment unit as he originally suspected.

Confusion flooded his mind. What reason could Sunny have for being up there alone? The TV wasn't on and Pomme hadn't been over or she would still be there. Oh, unless she was after candy from the dish that always stayed on the tabletop. It was an old person thing, Tubbo had noticed. Old humans liked to keep dishes full of candy in random places in their houses. Not that he was complaining. However, he would actually be a bad parent if he just let Sunny eat candy whenever she wanted– as hard as saying no was for him.

“Were you trying to get into the candy?” he yelled, untying his hook and line from his belt.

He pulled the rope back, took a few steps backwards, and threw the rope up. It landed with a loud tink, hooking onto one of the candle holders.

“No! Pa I'm stuck!” Sunny cried, and Tubbo frowned.

Maybe she'd accidentally got her foot stuck in the candle wax somehow?

“Alright just a minute!” he started pulling himself up.

Despite the shorter height, the coffee table was still a bit of a climb, with no tablecloth to grab onto and push off against. He grunted as he continued to haul himself up, letting out a yelp when his foot slipped. Tubbo grasped the rope tight with both hands and took a deep breath. While the table didn't go above Pierre's knees, it was still a considerable drop. It would hurt to fall– he knew that much after breaking his leg climbing it in the past. He hauled himself over the edge of the tabletop, panting as he slowly stood up.

However, Sunny was nowhere to be seen, the entire tabletop was empty.

“Poppet? Where did you go..?” he called, not receiving a response this time.

Tubbo went to take a step, but let out a yelp when his foot refused to lift, staying stuck to something that wasn’t on the tabletop surface a second ago. He looked down and paled, letting out a terrified gasp. His shoes were stuck to a bright yellow coloured pad, covered in a sticky glue.

Mousetrap.

“Where did this– Sunny?! Suns, where are you?!” he yelled, looking around frantically and nearly losing his balance doing so.

He felt a violent shiver down his spine as a pair of heavy footsteps thudded out of the kitchen and over to the coffee table; vibrations climbing up the table legs and into the wooden surface he stood atop. The footsteps stopped behind him, and the borrower could feel Pierre looming.

“Pierre?” he asked, unable to turn around and look.

The human’s shadow felt darker now; colder. Tubbo could feel an aura of doom emanating from behind him. It was anxiety inducing, and all he could do was stare at the tall candle sticks right in front of him.

“It looks like you’re a bit stuck,” Pierre chuckled, finally speaking up.

“Yeah… why do you keep sneaking up on me?! Could you um, I don’t know, maybe help me instead of laughing at me?!” he demanded, crossing his arms.

He wanted to hide how they were starting to shake a little.

“You mean you can’t get out by yourself?” Pierre spun the glue trap around so that the borrower was facing him. Tubbo let out a startled yell, nearly losing his balance once more. He grit his teeth and levelled the human with a dark glare. Pierre wasn’t taking this seriously and it was starting to piss him off.

“No. Clearly fucking not. This is serious though– Sunny’s stuck somewhere!” he yelled.

“If you can’t even escape a small glue trap, how can you be trusted to take care of Sunny?” Pierre raised an eyebrow, sitting down in front of the table.

Even after sitting down though, he was still considerably taller than the young borrower. Tubbo was still completely engulfed by his shadow. Now the human’s face looked dark and somewhat hazy . His eyes gleamed noticeably, and an aura of danger radiated off of him in waves. Something was terribly wrong. The brunet felt that same feeling from before; of a pit forming in his stomach. It had been awhile since he had felt even intimidated by Pierre, and even longer since he’d felt this level of fear.

He felt like a completely different person.

“I– Pierre what– why’re– why’re you looking at me like that?” he practically whispered, the sound nearly dying in his throat.

Tubbo took a shaky breath, trying his best to swallow down his building anxiety.

“Did– did you do something t-to Sunny?”

“I would never. I care for her as if she is my own daughter,” Pierre stated calmly, shaking his head. “But. I have decided something.”

Tubbo’s gaze darted to the side as one of the human’s hands came into his field of vision. His eyes widened in panic and he let out a startled gasp. As fast as he could, the borrower started trying to undo his boot laces, but it was no use. The giant hand was already upon him, easily wrapping all the way around his torso.

“LET GO– PIERRE LET ME GO!” he shrieked at the top of his lungs.

He squirmed and writhed as he was ripped from the trap and carried into the air, held up in front of the human’s face. The grip was tight, almost crushing and he struggled to catch his breath.

“Since you never seem to learn and you can’t be responsible, I will relieve you of your responsibilities as Sunny’s father,” the human began walking back into the kitchen.

“W-what?! Pierre!” his voice cracked, and tears formed in his eyes. “J-just stop! W-wait a minute!”

The human ignored him as he grabbed a mason jar from the cabinet and placed it down on the countertop with an audible clink. Tubbo’s eyes darted between the jar and the human’s gaze rapidly. He was shaking and sweating now, his heart hammering against his ribcage.

“D-don’t– Pierre you promised you– you would never do anything like this–”

“You can wait here while I go find Sunny. I will think of what to do with you later,” the human said coldly, before dropping Tubbo with a hollow thud.

Suddenly his eyes snapped open and Tubbo sat up panting. He was sweating and shaking all over, and his head felt like it was on fire. Actually, his entire body felt like that, because everything was sore. He looked around, and paused when he spotted the sunlight streaming in through the holes in the porch skirt. The ground was soft dirt, covered in grass, moss and old, flaky brown leaves. Their campfire had burned out, but it didn’t really matter now that they had survived the night and most of the rain had started to dry.

He let out a sigh of relief and looked to his side where Sunny was asleep peacefully– hogging the blankets. That was just a nightmare, none of it had happened. Sunny was safe, and Pierre was far away– probably unaware that they were even gone. After all, their escape had been largely uneventful. The human hadn’t exactly tried to stop them– probably because they had left right away, before he could even suspect Tubbo knew his plans.

Tubbo suddenly let out a string of wet coughs that had rattled around in his chest. He winced internally at the feeling. That didn’t sound or feel healthy. His head throbbed and his throat felt painfully dry despite the heavy humidity caused by the rain. Not to mention the aching wounds on his shoulders caused by that fucking owl. His one shoulder in particular felt like it was swelling, and it tingled painfully. Sickness right on top of his injuries was exactly what Tubbo needed right now! Thanks– God– or Gods– or– or Prime or whatever.

He let out a huff before looking back at Sunny.

“Suns?” he whispered hoarsely, gently shaking her awake.

The smaller borrower let out a groan and tried to roll over, clearly not ready to wake up yet after all the walking they had done the day prior. The nickname wasn’t a lie, the princess needed her beauty sleep apparently, but Tubbo didn’t want to leave her alone under the porch. He shook her again and started poking her cheek.

“Sunny you have to get up– just for a little bit,” Tubbo tried again, his voice cracking painfully.

Uhggggggg he needed waterrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

“Noooooo– Paaaaaaaaaa,” Sunny groaned, trying and failing to stop him from poking her.

“Come on, I promise you can go back to sleep in a bit,” he insisted.

Sunny opened her eyes and turned over so that she could glare at him easier. She sat up and pouted, hugging the blankets to her chest. She wasn’t an early bird, that’s for sure. Not that Tubbo blamed her, he was grumpy too.

“I need to go take a look at the beans’ home and start mapping out the tunnels, but I don’t want to leave you out here okay?” he explained.

“Um, I’ll be fine by myself for a little bit Pa…” Sunny retorted, giving him a somewhat disappointed frown.

“No.”

“But Paaaaaaaaaaaaaaa–”

“No means no, young lady. We have no idea what lives out here,” Tubbo stated sternly, crossing his arms.

“But I wanna go back to sleep and you sound like a dying froggggggggg!” she whined, but Tubbo wasn’t having it.

He cleared his throat– and let out a few painful, slimy coughs.

“Help me pack up and then we’ll go find another place to rest, okay?”

Sunny nodded begrudgingly and got up. She started rolling up their blankets and sleeping rolls, while Tubbo deconstructed the fire pit, making it seem as if there had never been a campfire there to begin with. He packed up their dishes and started loading the bags onto his back– and let out a painful whimper when the straps started pulling on his shoulders, right where the owl had scratched him up. The outburst caused his throat to flare up in pain again and he started coughing again.

“Pa..?” Sunny asked hesitantly. “Are you gonna be okay?”

He nodded before coughing up some phlegm and spitting it into the dirt away from their things. Tubbo felt like his throat was on fire, but he wasn’t sure if it was safe– or even early enough in the day to go collect dew drops, and he wanted to conserve the water they did have.

“Erm–” he let out another painful, scratchy cough, “How’s your canteen Sunshine? Is it still full?”

The small brunette paused to take out her canteen. She gave it a shake before nodding with a small smile.

“Yeah there’s lots! Do you need some Pa..?” she offered.

Tubbo shook his head.

“No I have my own, I just wanted to make sure.”

Sunny pulled on a couple light bags before taking Tubbo’s hand herself.

“Are you sure you’re gonna be okay Pa?” she asked, giving his hand a squeeze.

“I told you, I’ll be fine,” which was sort of a lie, considering his arms were throbbing heavily just standing there. “Now are you ready to go?”

“Let's go!”

—

As they wandered through the oddly well-kept tunnels, Tubbo couldn’t stop thinking about his nightmare. He wouldn’t forget that one. Everything in it had been sudden… much like in reality, Pierre’s betrayal was unexpected, completely out of the blue. And… sure, the human liked to criticise his parenting, but he never meant what he said. At least– Tubbo had thought he didn’t. Maybe that dream was just his mind trying to help him come to terms with the fact that he’d screwed up again.

Even if Pierre hadn’t attacked him like in the nightmare, he had shown his true colours through his words, and that should be enough for his stupid– emotional brain.

He frowned down at the tunnel's concrete floor and kicked a pebble. The last thing he wanted to do was put Sunny in danger, yet he'd already made the mistake of letting her believe humans could be friendly. That was the last time he would let that happen, even if he got caught again, even if the humans pretended to be friendly. Before, he had never been big on following the borrower rules, but that would end today.

“Hey Suns?”

“Mhm?” she hummed, holding the lantern up higher.

“So… I know I didn’t really explain yesterday, but we can’t see any humans anymore,” Tubbo explained carefully.

“Even Pomme..?” Sunny pouted, her lips quivering.

“Even Pomme. It’ll be just like before we met Pierre.”

The small girl was quiet for a few minutes, processing the information. She continued to hold the lantern up as they came to a set of borrower-sized stairs, marked with green sidewalk chalk. Tubbo stared at the chalk in confusion. He wondered (and somewhat hoped) if another borrower family already lived here. Maybe they would have kids Sunny could make friends with…

“Okay Pa… I trust you. But I miss Pomme…” Sunny’s shoulders slumped.

“I know Poppet… it's for the best though,” he glanced down at her with an apologetic face.

“Pa… have you had… other bean friends before?” she asked slowly, and Tubbo nodded silently.

“And did they turn bad like Pierre?”

He frowned and nodded again.

“Oh… I'm sorry Pa,” Sunny gently patted him on the arm.

“It sucks, but that’s just how humans are. You remember the borrower rules right?” Tubbo crouched down and gently put a hand on top of her head.

Then a part of the tunnel wall slid open, casting a rectangle of bright light onto both borrowers unexpectedly. Tubbo jumped and whipped around, staring at– another borrower? In disbelief. He hadn't even noticed what must be someone's front door, hiding in plain sight.

“¿Hola?” the young borrower greeted, sounding uncertain.

She looked around Sunny’s age, maybe a year older. Her dark hair was covered by a vibrant magenta hat and she wore a bright red skirt with an even brighter yellow sweater. The vibrancy of the colours really jumped out at him for some reason. He just found it mildly suspicious for some reason… As a parent though, he needed to know what this kid’s parents used to wash their laundry because his method always seemed to lead to the colours fading quickly. While he didn’t mind duller greens and browns, Sunny definitely preferred bright yellows like this girl was wearing.

“Oh– um, hello,” Tubbo replied awkwardly, “We… had no idea your front door was right here.”

The ravenette waved, giving them both a nervous smile.

“O M G!” Sunny exclaimed suddenly, her face lighting up in excitement, “Your sweater is so bright and fluffy looking!”

Any trace of anxiety on the girl’s features melted away at that, replaced with a warm smile.

“Thank you! I like your glasses,”

“Do you wanna be friends? I’m Sunny and this is my Pa!” Sunny offered the taller girl her hand.

Well… guess they were staying in this house for a while. If there was already a borrower kid living here then it was probably safe enough.

“I’m Tallulah! And yeah, of course I’ll be your friend,” she said, before meeting Tubbo’s gaze. “My abuelito will be back soon, do you want to come in?”

Tubbo felt another wet cough rattle his ribs and he regretfully swallowed it back down. The bags weighing down on his back were heavy, and the light from Tallulah’s family’s home was welcoming. It had been a long time since he’d had a borrower’s hospitality… so used to humans and their… well– big-ness– and two-faced nature apparently.

“We would love to.”

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thecarnivorousmuffinmeta · 2 years ago

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Here's a hypothetical. Say whatever higher power in the Twilight universe, if one exists, decides that Vampires are just way too overpowered. Seriously, these sparkly crystal demons are stupidly strong. So, time for a balance patch on the universe and that means Vampires are getting nerfed.

When I say nerfed I mean Vampires go from being super predators on top of the Earth's food chain to something where they are still dangerous but can be killed by a sufficently prepared and skilled human.

So, they aren't speed blitzing through forests or throwing boulders, but they are still stronger and faster than an average human, just not insanely so. Edward can get to Bella and stop the truck to save her but it's going to be a close call and he's not going to crush it. Durability's getting nerfed too. They can take a beating from a heavyweight champion no problem but bullets can and will go right through them.

Sunlight still makes them sparkle but it's also painful since the venom within is being heated from the inside. But, it's managable. Put a Vampire next to roaring fire however, then it's a different story. The venom is boiling inside them, the pain is unimaginable. Get a Vampire in the roaring fire, and they're dead.

They're still immortal and they still keep their Gifts, but the physical side of their abilities is getting patched to be more balanced.

So, I guess this is more of a two part question. How would the Twilight saga have gone, if it even happened at all, if Vampires were more balanced from the start or what would happen if one day after Breaking Dawn Vampires weren't at the top of the food chain in terms of supernatural creatures anymore.

I just have to say, I love how in this fandom, the power level of vampires seems to personally offend people.

"No! That's stupid, unfair, and not allowed!" - fandom, who really really really wants vampire hunters.

The World of Nerfed Twilight: It's Not Happening

Twilight never happens.

The Volturi likely never comes into existence as humans can (with difficulty but can) defend themselves against the vampire. Vampires won't survive canon fire, gun fire, dismemberment with swords, etc. And you said it yourself, the point of this post is we can have human vampire hunters in a way that we can't in canon.

So, we now live in an entirely different world where humans know about vampires. Per the Twilight universe, our entire history can be thrown off course by this and I struggle to imagine that things would be the same enough that Bella shows up at the exact same Forks in 2005.

Even if she does, the Cullens aren't there.

Carlisle very likely never turned anyone else as he couldn't pose as a doctor: humans know what he is on sight and he'd be run out of every town he could enter (Forks, especially, if he tried it would not go well). Carlisle was only able to pose as a doctor long after the Enlightenment in western nations where humans had rejected the idea of demons (notice he did not do so in the 17th century when he very much was a human who believed in vampires).

Actually... Carlisle might have even been successful with that vampire hunt in which case he was never turned at all and neither were the others.

No one is in Forks.

Post Breaking Dawn

No difference occurs

The Volturi rely on their gifts rather than physical strength, and Jane and Alec are working as expected. It's not fun but it makes no difference and makes their job in a way easier as those they have to dispose of no longer are invulnerable and can be destroyed quite easily at a distance. Aro invests in human weaponry.

Vampires are still primarily a secret, so you have vampires hunting humans who are unaware then scampering off. Humans aren't realizing they exist let alone that they can and should fight against them (and even if they do, ordinary people who are targeted may not be carrying guns and may not have the skill to shoot someone who is still moving far faster than they are.)

As it is, you'll have vampires dying in dumbass ways as they don't realize jumping off a cliff will kill them this time. You also have those taking advantage of murdering each other at a distance for territory and having a great time when before it was near impossible to kill each other.

Bella feels like God has cursed her and given her something beautiful only to take it away again. However, she's still hot, so it's okay. Edward and Emmett are the ones in despair no longer being fast or strong.

TL;DR

Nothing happens twice.

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firawren · 7 months ago

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The Rose Brides: a Beauty and the Beast retelling fanfic

Chapter 6, “Warming,” rated G, now posted on AO3!

Chapters: 6/19 now posted Fandom: Beauty and the Beast (Disney Animated Movies) Rating: Explicit

Relationship: Belle/Beast Other characters: Mrs. Potts, Cogsworth, Maurice, minor original characters

Key additional tags: Alternate Universe, Love, Happy Ending, Fluff and Angst, Eventual Smut, Shame, Self-Sacrifice, Magic, see full list of tags on AO3

Summary:

Lord Adam, born a beast from an ancestral and unbreakable curse, is determined to live in solitude so that his bloodline and curse will finally end with him. Yet magic intervenes and puts a young woman named Belle in his life, bound to his palace from an enchanted rose she plucked. Adam wants nothing to do with this woman who ruined his plans. He certainly is not going to fall in love with her, no matter how sweet and fun and clever he discovers her to be. Belle is not happy to be trapped at the eerie palace either. She had plans to become a famous author and travel the world. But she’s determined to make the best of her situation by making a friend, or maybe something more, if she can ever get this cranky yet strangely kind beast to open up to her.

Excerpt from Chapter 6:

He looked down at her and smiled back. It was the first time she’d seen him smile in her many weeks at the palace; she had been beginning to wonder if his strange face was even capable of it. But not only was he capable of smiling, it actually looked good on him—a little funny, perhaps, with those tusks of his, but pleasant to look at all the same. It made his ferocious face softer, his blue eyes more human, almost kind.

And then there was a thunk and his face contorted in anger as he whipped it up toward the nearest tree.

“Goddammit, Menace!” he shouted at the branches. Belle saw a squirrel sitting there, chattering and flicking its tail with angry venom.

“What happened?” Belle asked in bewilderment.

Adam rubbed at a spot between his horns as he scowled up at the squirrel. “She threw an acorn at me. She always thinks I’m trying to get her babies. I’m just on a walk, you idiot!” he snarled up at the squirrel. The little thing continued to glare and chatter at him, unfazed by a fanged beast 50 times her size threatening her.

“This is an ongoing conflict with this squirrel?”

“Yes, for three years,” he muttered. “She hates me all the time, but it gets really bad when she has babies.”

“She’s never scared of you?”

“Menace is the one who’s scary. She’s jumped at my face before!”

“Menace is the squirrel?”

The anger on his face faltered and became tinged with embarrassment. “Yeah, that’s what I named her, because that’s what she is.”

Belle stared at him for a second, then covered her mouth as laughter burst out of it. She wasn’t sure if Adam would be offended by her reaction, but she just couldn’t help it. She laughed and laughed at the delightful absurdity of a huge beast having a vicious feud with a tiny squirrel, and yet never hurting her, just yelling at her as she yelled at him, like they were bitter old neighbors.

Adam stared back at her laughing at him, and his tusks slowly pulled up in a smile, then his mouth cracked open and he let out a chuckle, a deep, barking kind of sound, and then it got louder, and soon he was full-on belly laughing with Belle.

The squirrel made a squealing yelp and scurried down the branch to leap to the next tree and rush away from them. “Oh, is that what scares you, Menace, me laughing?” Adam called after her, and Belle laughed even harder, tears springing to her eyes in her glee.

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imaginesofeverykind · 11 months ago

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And Quite The Love Affair || S.Sallow || Chapter 3

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x Original Female Character (set in post game 1899)

Word Count: 5k

Previous Chapter

Series Masterlist

Warnings: Implications of abuse, manipulative partner, period typical sexism

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“Do you want to talk about it?” Sebastian asked, seeing Lucinda well deflated and defeated after lunch with her parents. Her back pressed up against the door as if they would be back any second to jump down her throat about her career choice, her decisions to do things that didn’t benefit the family whatsoever.

“No… No, it's okay.” She was flat, completely worn out and not at all the fervent and scattered muggle he had met her as and known her for being - at least in the last twenty-four hours that is. “Sorry you got caught in the middle of all that.”

“Don’t apologize. If it’s any consolation — I can’t wait to wipe their smarmy smiles off their faces when we get that almanac updated.” His hands were stuffed into the pockets of his trousers as he fought the urge to physically show comfort toward her, a hand on the shoulder may perhaps be too much for her all things considered, hells, even a hug would be too out of pocket.

Her lips tugged into a smile, “Right. They might not approve of my work but they will know my success.”

“That’s the spirit!”

The two fell silent for just a moment as Lucinda kicked herself off the door and made her way to the kitchen, “I suppose I should let you in on this grand plan… Now that you’re helping me and all.” She beamed, slowly regressing back to her usual bubbly self after the whirlwind that was her afternoon.

“As funny as it would be to do this entire charade blind, I would appreciate even just a smidge of direction — if you can spare it of course.”

“Well, fortunately for you, my entire research depends on you looking the part of a botanist and acting like you know at least what you’re talking about.” She crossed the room and picked up a small stack of parchment papers that had been thoroughly annotated and handed them over to him with a smile. “If I suspect, we’ll have to meet with the board within the week to plead our case and offer proof of funding… I can handle that, but you need to at least pretend to be interested in plants.”

”I’ve heard I'm quite the crack at acting, your precious research papers are safe with me.” He smiled at her, scanning the page of what looked like utter rubbish in his eyes, for all he knew it very well could’ve been written in Gobbledegook and he’d be unable to tell the difference. “Say, how do you plan on funding the expedition?”

Her face scrunched up into mild disgust as the thought crossed her mind, it was all the more unpleasant the longer her thoughts remained on the answer, though her mouth hadn’t moved, nor had words formed out loud. Sebastian, however, had read the ministrations on her face as something perhaps less innocently and flushed red in the cheeks, “well before we resort to such drastic solutions, we can think of a better way to get money that doesn’t involve you… well…” he trailed off, thinking of a word that wasn’t going to insult her. “Sharing yourself around.”

”Pardon?” She nearly choked on her own spit, a strangled laugh falling from her lips and only getting louder the harder she thought about her poor companions derailed train of thought. It was quite preposterous but at the very least in her mind, whatever it was Sebastian had thought she was referring to seemed to be much more pleasant to her than the alternative. The reality.

“Oh absolutely, I assure you the alternative is much worse… I appreciate your concern, truly but no. Unfortunately it means I will have to muster the courage to see Kenneth.”

The venom in her voice didn’t go amiss, and while Sebastian was relieved that she one; didn’t get offended by his misguided attempt to read into a situation, and two; wasn’t resorting to desperate means to make ends meet, he very much was intrigued at who this so called Kenneth was that garnered so much of a visceral reaction from her. “I’ll take it we don’t like Kenneth,” he jested, watching the faintest hint of a smile ghost her lips.

She nearly visibly shrunk, it seemed, hugging her torso with slumped shoulders as she refused eye contact, “he’s who my parents engaged me to, so no. I don’t like him, but for the purpose of this research expedition. I love him — most importantly his money.”

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Lucinda Cornwall was a refreshing surprise, Sebastian deducted. Having spent a week in her company he had come to know the woman far quicker than anticipated due to her outspoken and friendly nature. At first he thought it was dim of her, to be so candid and honest to a stranger, then he questioned internally whether or not she was being truthful. Since the last person he knew was so ‘open’ and ‘honest’ was that ruddy Leander Prewitt who he had despised as a teenager. Yes, it was 10 years ago, and no he still held disdain for the Prewitt boy - now man.

But he had come around to accept rather quickly that, no she wasn’t naive or stupid for indulging in facts about herself so freely, nor was she trying to manipulate him to perceive her differently.

“No! What are you trying to do, drown the poor thing!?” She yelled, slapping Sebastian's hands that held the watering can over top of her cherished Bird of Paradise.

Well, he thought. She had her moments.

“How am I supposed to know how much ‘enough to soak the soil’ is when I’ve soaked the soil?” He countered, a smile on his face despite being reprimanded. He wasn’t fond of being told off or quite frankly, told what to do - it reminded him of being a boy again and the egregious amount of times he was sent to detention for not following rules or sneaking about.

However, getting to know his companion, he knew she was being earnest and was gentle when helping him learn basic Botany knowledge.

She sighed and gently took the watering can away from him, teaching someone what naturally came to her was something utterly new and proved to be difficult, despite this she constantly reminded herself to be more tender when handing feedback to Sebastian considering he really need only look the part and not be as adverse in Botany as she was. “You watch me –,” she turned to the side and began trickling water over her ‘overly dramatic’ - as she put it - Pothos, “watch as the roots soak up the water and the leaves start to lift just enough…” she trailed off, eyeing the water level and then stopping. “And see the small puddle, it's slowly draining which means the roots are getting a good drink in.”

Sebastian stared at the plant, wondering what on earth she was exactly talking about, but the minor movements of a plant would look far different to someone who knew what it looked like, versus a simpleton like he was. “If I have to be honest – didn’t really see a difference.” He offered a shrug as she merely rolled her eyes at him in response, he might have thought that she was annoyed at him had it not been for the slight smile she wore as she moved around him with grace.

“You seem rather content this morning considering you were in utter shambles last night,” he commented, the image of her late night meltdown where she wallowed over her research and fretted over inviting an unwanted guest in her home burned into the back of his mind.

Her eye seemed to twitch and he immediately regretted saying anything, it was a mere observation and nothing more, but he perhaps spoke too brashly to her, finding each passing moment with her comforting and safe to speak his mind without thinking. Though it was not his prerogative to upset the woman who graciously housed him for free and was an absolute delight to be around.

“Don’t let the smile fool you, I am unbelievably beside myself with stress this instance,” she gritted through a near perfect smile, and continued to inspect her indoor plants. The select few she kept in her home required a little more attention than in her greenhouse shack, and despite the impending doom (Kenneth’s Arrival) she was relatively normal seeming.

“Well — I think you’ve got it all handled, you’re clever and brilliant. I don’t care what that ignorant sod says to you or what your parents say. If this falls through we can find something else to fund the expedition.” He assured her, listening to his own words he himself found it hard to believe it came from his mouth and so succinctly as well. Given his track record, he was well aware of his own manipulative tendencies, especially when wanting things to go his way. Though that aside it was more a suprise given that he said it wholeheartedly and not even an edge of a lie caught in there.

He tried to keep in mind what he was really doing, keeping her from learning too much and intervening if it got that far …Out of… Concern? No, he wasn’t entirely sure why just yet. He’s had numerous chances to wipe her memory, even found himself clutching his wand on several occasions with the intent to do so, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it and not an iota of reason as to why he simply couldn’t. Perhaps, her passion and never ceasing curiosity was something he could relate to, or maybe it was the way she beamed when she spoke in great detail about her work that he truly believed she deserved a breakthrough like this.

Why not? It wasn’t the first time a muggle had gone into grave detail about the Wizarding World, if he recalls correctly that several muggle poets and writers like Edgar Allan Poe and more recently Arthur Machen had to have been exposed in some essence to the magical world to write such close accurate accounts of magic. Why couldn’t Lucinda Cornwall be amongst the revered few?

Despite his hesitancy, Sebastian outstretched his hand, offering it to her for comfort and she surprisingly took it, giving it a gentle squeeze, however what most caught Sebastian off guard was how soft her hands were all things considered. They were covered in dirt or ink most of the time and yet they were delicate and as soft as velvet. Her nails, however, were absolutely destroyed as he noted how often she bit into them out of nervousness.

“If this doesn’t work I don’t have any other options.” She sighed, a slight tremble of doubt in her voice.

“Perhaps, but I can always try something.”

”No — I’ve already asked so much of you,” she smiled at him, releasing her grasp from his and not a moment too soon, as if she willed him into existence the front door opened wide to reveal the man she dreaded seeing the entire morning. Her stomach opened up like a never ending pit of unease, filling her with a type of nausea beyond compare. He stood tall and stout, slicked back black hair that looked immaculately placed atop of his pale and square head. Kenneth Bradbury was by no means unattractive, he had deep brown eyes and a thick wispy mustache that he styled to keep his appearance tidy, but it was never about looks for Lucinda — he was rotten from the inside.

“Darling!” He drawled, closing the door behind him promptly as he spotted his dear fiance through the entrance inside the kitchen. She hadn’t moved a muscle, feeling as though she was glued to the spot or being held by a force beyond her understanding. She blinked merely once, or so she thought, and he was right in front of her, standing ever so imposing on her small figure and pulled her into a tight embrace, “you haven’t slept a wink, have you! What have I told you about staying out in that shack so late?”

Lucinda stood unmoving while he fretted over her, heart racing like it had always done around him and not in the way it did in those poems she sometimes read or the books she used to read as a young girl, but in a way that urged her to run to get away. Her eyes flicked over to Sebastian who stood in awkward silence at the display, to him, nothing thus far indicated the wretched man he was described in great detail about.

It wasn’t long after their embrace ended that Kenneth finally noticed Sebastian off to the side, his expression melting from one of delight to confusion that a stranger was in his fiance’s house without him knowing about it, “You didn’t say you had a guest, who are you?”

“Sebastian Sallow. Research Partner.”

”Research Partner? My, you always do leave such grave details out of your letters don’t you?” Kenneth’s voice gritted through a polite smile that could also be mistaken for a scowl. What was most damning was that despite their last conversation she still seemed hellbent on her plant research. ”Darling, I thought you promised you’d get that job sorted at the Hospital? You spend all that time fretting over a hobby, you need a real job.”

She frowned, taking a step back and brought a hand to pinch the bridge of her nose while her thoughts went absolutely wild. There was nothing that came to mind for her to speak on or defend herself with, merely opening and closing her mouth until Sebastian came to her defense, “Luce is quite gifted in Botany, you’d do well to remember that when she becomes world class after the find she’s discovered.”

Luce. His betrotheds nickname, that even he wasn’t allowed to call her at the request of her made him do a double take. So how is it that a stranger he had heard nothing about until this very moment was allowed to call his fiance by that? “I think you ought to leave, Sebastian. It’s getting late and my dear fiance needs her sleep.” He reached over to grab onto her arm, but she batted him away in distress.

”It’s not even half two, and I don’t think you can dictate what she does or doesn’t do.” Sebastian raised his brow at the man, obviously catching a glimpse at what Lucinda had warned him about.

Anxiety filled her.

She knew this is how Kenneth would act but she needed to not let him walk all over her like he always did, she needed to assert herself and what she wanted but by heavens did it strike the fear of God into her to even think about asserting herself. Incessantly, she picked at her poor thumb once again, re-opening the scab that was barely healed from last night's meltdown, “be quiet — both of you.” Her composure wavered, but it got her the peace she desired while mustering up the courage to say what she needed to, “I’ll make you a deal… You let me do this one expedition and after that, no more plants, no more obsessing over all of this. I’ll get a job at the hospital but please let me do this.”

Sebastian folded his arms impressed at his companion, she was quite the manipulative little vixen when she needed to be, not that he minded, rather he admired her for it. The way she made her voice softer as she all but pleaded for Kenneth to listen to her, no doubt doing that trick he had seen girls from his school days pull — up turning their brows which made their eyes wide and also made it virtually impossible to say no to.

“Expedition? You never said anything about going anywhere?”

“W-well it's actually up in the air right now — I need funding to get it approved but once that's done we can be out across Europe within the fortnight.” She rambled, head tilted down at her feet as she drew on, losing the steam she had built up a moment before, feeling Kenneth’s unsettling gaze on her, not to mention what Sebastian must think of her. He must be so upset with me. She fretted, feeling isolation pull her into the depths of nothingness as she stood in her own kitchen bearing the weight of two mens stares.

There was nothing more Sebastian wished to do than to go to her and offer a hand, seeing her shrink into herself, offer her something that she could squeeze reassuringly but he knew it was not appropriate given the current situation. Though he’d rather enjoy how her betrothed would act if he did so, feeling rather spiteful he half considered going out of his way to do that but steeled himself.

Kenneth walked over to her, grazing his hand on her cheek before cupping the point of her chin, forcing her to head and gaze to look at him, “promise me. No more of this childish dream of yours. I won't hear anymore of this when you’re finished with this, straight to the Hospital where you can finally do some real good. I won’t marry some halfwit floozie, you understand?”

He held her gaze, there was promise behind his eyes and there would be nothing she could do to convince him after it was all over. She swallowed hard, nodding in his grip but he didn’t let go nor say anything, it was clearly written in his stern face. I need to hear you say it. Is what she could very much discern, “I promise. No more.” Her voice was barely audible, getting tangled in her throat as it came out.

Finally, he relaxed, his grip dropped and she felt as though she could breathe properly once again. “Good girl,” he muttered, adjusting his two piece suit and the cuffs around his wrist, “let me write to the bank, I’ll even fund it for you, my dear.” His voice had a timbre that irked Sebastian, who stood horrified at the scene he just witnessed moments ago.

“Brilliant! Thank you! Sebastian, pack your bags, we're going to have to meet with The board in London before embarking. We’ll get the first train tomorrow morning.” Lucinda could barely contain her excitement, as if washing away her previous nausea and anxiety by focusing solely on the news in front of her.

”Wait, he’s not going with you is he? Darling, I don’t even know him and you expect me to let you run off with him?” Kenneth looked between the two, unsure what exactly compelled his dearest fiance to work so closely with another man, one he knew nothing about no less. He couldn’t let his beloved simply waltz out of Mansfield to London in the presence of another man, what kind of fool he’d look like to everyone who knew him.

“Did you miss the part where I said I was a research assistant, or are you simply too dim to understand the meaning?” Sebastian’s words came out quicker than his brain could keep up with the filter in place, he honestly hadn’t meant for it to come off as bitter as it did — well actually, he did mean it, but not for Lucinda’s sake.

“What did you say?”

”Nothing! Kenneth, he said nothing. But yes he’s coming, who else is going to document the travels?” She sprung immediately into damage control, standing by her fiance’s side and placing a hand on his arm as if that may ease the tension between the two men. “Sebastian, can you give us a moment?” She eyed him apologetically, not particularly open to the idea of being alone with Kenneth but needing it nonetheless.

He wasn’t overly fond of leaving her alone either, but relented simply because she asked. It was the least he could do considering he had quite literally spoken out of turn, not wanting to make things harder on her anymore he simply nodded and left the ever ‘happy’ couple alone in the kitchen. The longer he was of even close proximity to Kenneth, the easier it was to heed Lucinda’s warning, though the aristocrat was very sly in his misdoings to her. Had Sebastian not been forewarned prior, he might have even not noticed the slight passive aggressive nature toward her which was troublesome at best.

“I don’t like him,” Kenneth seethed, placing two hands on her shoulder and holding onto them firmly as if scolding a child. “He’s far too comfortable around you.” He added, searching her eyes for even an ounce of guilt behind them, but there was none, she had nothing to feel guilty about, housing a man in need who was equally helpful to her own cause.

She blew out an exasperated sigh, her mind swimming and stomach dropping all because the man in front of her was someone she couldn’t stand yet in the same breath also feared. “He’s been really helpful, truly.” She defended, though she didn’t want to, she still found her hand come up to caress the side of his face in an attempt to give her words more care and impact.

”I believe you my sweet,” his voice was soft but still as deathly sinister as it was at a normal volume, he brought a hand to meet hers on his cheek, moving it down as quickly as a predator strikes for its prey to her wrist and jerked her forward, “but I don’t trust him. I’ll fund your trip, but allow me to join you.”

Oh dear. This was most not ideal.

“I couldn’t possibly ask that of you — what about the factory, they couldn’t simply let you leave on such short notice.” Her eyes flitted to the gorilla grip he had on her wrist, debating whether or not to say anything, deciding rather quickly that it was in her best interest to not provoke him further. She was indeed right about his work, however, her motivations were strictly on ensuring he doesn’t muddy the important research taken and would rather deal with him in a much more suburban setting than out in the wilderness.

He watched her gaze, carefully releasing his grip, leaning forward and placing a chaste kiss atop her head as if it would make up for him being rough. “They will understand, who knows? You’ll be off galavanting into the wilderness and I don’t want anything bad happening to my sweet. I don’t want that man taking any chances with you alone—”

”The academy sends us two academic escorts, one of them will possibly be my old Professor. Truly, it is not like I will be stolen away and never to be seen or heard from again.” She forced a smile, one that was supposed to display caring and empathy but her eyes were solemn and told a completely different story. Perhaps Kenneth was right to worry, she hadn’t even fully known Sebastian herself, but it wasn’t like it was going to be the two of them alone for however long the expedition takes.

”Ah, more men to add to the trip? Really, you sometimes are as daft as you look darling. I’m coming and that's final, I don't want any other men ogling at what’s mine.”

She sighed in defeat, there was no changing his mind whether she was the most persuasive woman around — he had made up his mind and she was simply going to have to honour it no matter how frustrating the prospect was. “Well, alright. But we are leaving tomorrow for however long it takes us to find what I’ve started.” Her words came out frimer than intended, shocking even herself, possibly there was a fire to stoke within her if she only had the right utensils to keep the blaze alight.

”Of course, I’ll be at the station first thing tomorrow,” he brought a hand to cup her cheek, delicately brushing a thumb over the collection of freckles that decorated the apples of her cheeks. “I’m only so hard on you because I love you, you know that right?”

Failing to meet his eyes, she opted to stare at his forehead before looking back down, “I know.” She wished he didn’t, wished her parents hadn’t gone ahead and promised her to a man she didn’t love or like for that matter, wished that she could do much more with her life, wished she was born a man to receive the privileges she so often had to work double effort for.

Kenneth gripped her jaw, forcing her head up before giving her a small and quick peck on the lips, “see you in the morning, darling.”

Positive that she had mumbled a response she stood suspended in time, as if stuck in a stasis of sorts while trying to process what had just happened. Everything was so quick it was nearly impossible to register the feeling of nausea properly, or the excitement followed by disappointment and eventual dread. There was utterly no chance she could complete the research with him around chastising her everytime she would partake in something that wasn’t ladylike, hells, there was the highest chance he’d give her attitude for only packing hiking appropriate attire.

Not to mention that chaos that would ensue by her ignoring him in favor of discussing research notes with her traveling companions.

Deep within the recess of her mind, trapped in a never ending spiral of thoughts, conclusions and outcomes — so intently transfixed she hadn’t even noticed Sebastian leaning against the doorframe of the kitchen once Kenneth had left. Respecting Lucinda’s privacy wasn’t totally in the forefront of his conscience when lingering nearby, eavesdropping on their conversation, rather he was far more concerned for her safety if anything.

He wasn’t sure why the man got his bonnet in such a mess over Sebastian — well, actually no, he was sure the reasoning had been because unlike others, he was not afraid to bite back when ordered around. And he certainly didn’t like the tone or way someone who was supposed to be her fiance spoke to her so of course he would speak up.

“If you asked, I could hex him.” Sebastian blurted out, a simple phrase that came naturally but immediately made him nervous upon saying out loud to a muggle. Stupid, Sebastian, you’re an idiot.

She snapped out of her daze at the sound of his voice and snorted halfheartedly, “if it were possible, I doubt a hex would deal with him. Sorry you had to hear that.” She sighed, pressing her fingers to her temples and applying slight pressure to ease the oncoming headache. Between her parents and her betrothed she was heading to an early grave. Leaning on the counter she finally released a full breath of air, feeling as though no air had escaped her lungs the entire time Kenneth invaded her sacred space.

”Stop apologizing for the people in your life. I’d say they have your best interest, but clearly I see it otherwise.” He assured, folding his arms over his chest, still leaning on the door frame and inspecting her body language. Aside from the day she made that telephone call he hadn’t seen her this closed off physically, shrunken down and hunched as if a cowering dog expecting to be hit would. With that association in mind, he’d hate to imagine what’s occurred in the past for her to behave in such a timid manner.

Half expecting her to shy away, she merely smiled in response and softly nodded, “thank you, truly — Sebastian, I don’t have anything to give you to show my gratitude, but believe me, it’s there.”

“I know.” Once upon a time, he would have relished in the fact someone was indebted to him, something he could use to dangle precariously over their heads when the time called for it. Perhaps, he may even feel the same way currently. With Lucinda as it stands, she has nothing he could possibly want and despite him questioning whether or not he was helping her out to prevent exposure of the wizarding world; He still found himself at a loss of how this benefits him.

Maybe the ministry would pardon me for my efforts. An unlikely scenario, especially when it involved something as benign as a muggle botanist. For the first time in quite a long time, he yearned for someone - and that someone was his dearest friend Ominis - when everything in the world didn’t make sense or if Sebastian was stuck with anything, it was always his dear friend ironing out the kinks, pulling apart theories and explanations so that Sebastian could understand.

If Ominis was here right now, he’d know what to do.

But he wasn’t, Sebastian Sallow was lonely as he was completely and utterly out of options. Lucinda Cornwall was doing more for him than she could ever hope to provide with her companionship alone.

“Where’d you go?” She was close, far closer than he had anticipated being lost in his thoughts. A head shorter than he was yet she somehow managed to command the air out of his lungs as though she were imposing (she wasn’t imposing in the slightest). Her bright hazel eyes scanned his face with a concentration that could be mistaken as her attempting to read his mind, alas she was merely searching for any sign of her companion behind the glaze of memory that trapped his thoughts temporarily.

“Far away.” He murmured, processing her closeness, the way it made him practically seize up but not in a fearful way. His equilibrium thoroughly waned with her not entirely unwanted intrusion of personal space, after all, she had shown compassion and concern toward him where many others failed to do so. Though, when his thoughts started to stray into the blanket of despair that was his memories, it was best he retreated. “I need to go—,”

She took a step back, as if startled by his abruptness.

”—F-for a walk… I’ll return I just - I just need to clear my head.”

She laughed. Not loudly or a lot, more like a chuckle that she tried to conceal with a hand over her mouth. When his eyebrows cocked in question she simply smiled, emanating such warmth and kindness, “of course, you needn’t tell me what it is you get up to, if I'm not in the house when you're back I’ll be in the greenhouse.”

#imagines #fanfiction #sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow fanfiction #original work #sebastian sallow x ofc

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no-romo-hoes · 2 years ago

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I hate VENOM as a film. I hate it. It sucks. But I also love it. It's great. I'll never watch it again. Let's back up a bit. (Before we begin, No I haven't watched the second VENOM movie, so this is from what I remember from the first one)

I love Venom because it's so fucking funny. The symbiote itself, not the film. It's so strong, it's blood-thirsty, it's horrifying to look at, it's an alien, it's murdered and eaten dozens of innocent civilians, but it's got sass, it's easily offended, it likes tater tots and chocolate, and it provides the funniest commentary of any marvel film. It's like having a really freaky roommate that'll tease you all day if you get flustered by an attractive person, then demand you buy them food, then murder your highschool bully because they called you a mean name. He'll even "leave the apartment" for a night if you wanna do something privately. But he'll tease you endlessly afterwards. And the fact that he explained to Eddie how he was considered a loser on his planet makes their duo that much more lovable. Two outcasts from different societies meeting and becoming best friends/in love (whatever your view on their relationship is 'cause it's kinda vague). I seriously love Venom as a creature.

Next, I love how different the hero is to other marvel heroes. Iron Man is a billionare weapons designer, Black Widow has been trained to kill since she was 12, Thor is a literal god, Black Panther is the freaking king of the most advanced civilisation on the planet, Captain America is a super soldier and the textbook definition of a "good person". And then look at VENOM. Eddie Brock is a stressed, unemployed, drug-addict in a shitty apartment that just got dumped by his girlfriend. He is the textbook definition of a "loser". Then he meets this random glob of alien black-cat-energy and he's just like "aight". The most relatable superhero in the history of superheroes.

But I hate VENOM. I was so disappointed when I watched it. The writing of the dialogue was good, but it could have been way better, we didn't really get to see the development of the relationship between Venom and Eddie, nor the character development we would want for Eddie now that he has something to fight for. We see the classic sacrifice-yourself-for-your-friend-but-oh-turns-out-you-survived trope, but there was no time for Eddie to properly mourn. Basically, there wasn't enough angst. There wasn't enough time for it. I think it would have been better as an episode series instead of a film, that way we could have a lot more time for character development, awesome battle scenes, as well as general Roommate Comedy™. To add to this, I was disappointed at the lack of a training montage. Cliché as it is, they went from having just met to "we're unstoppable and have codes and battle strategy and shit", so having some training time on screen would have eased that transition significantly, and the flow of the film would have improved.

This is the most irritating part of the film; the fact that the concept and characters are brilliant but were executed poorly. I would have no issue with a film that was just bad, but to have such a fun and new idea written in such mediocre fashion is infuriating. Now I feel no shame when I say I have searched for reader-insert fanfictions that include the symbiote (not x readers though, I'm not a monster fucker) and there are very few of quality. If you can correct me, please do. So my appreciation of Venom must remain tucked away in the bottom of a locked filing cabinet stuck in a disused lavatory with a sign on the front saying "beware of the leopard".

#we are venom #venom #marvel venom #marvel #venom symbiote #eddie brock #venom movie

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kcyars99 · 4 months ago

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Who’s excited for Kendrick Lamar to perform at next year’s Super Bowl halftime show ? I know I am

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Kendrick Lamar at the Super Bowl hits Drake where it hurts

The Compton rapper performing at America’s big ball game is the final insult to someone who loves being centre stage

Any fans of the University of Arizona Symphonic Marching Band out there? How about the Grambling State University Marching Band? While these brass-heavy ensembles might not be much known beyond their respective college campuses, they share a distinction with Madonna, Michael Jackson and the Rolling Stones – headlining the Super Bowl halftime show. America’s big American football match used to book traditional brass bands for entertainment. But in the 1990s, worried about ratings, it started hiring pop stars instead.

The latest of these is Kendrick Lamar, who will headline the next Super Bowl in New Orleans on 9th February 2025. In a wry announcement video, we see Lamar standing on a sports pitch in front of a huge American flag, firing footballs out of a practice machine to some imaginary off-screen athletes. “My name’s Kendrick Lamar and I’ll be performing at Super Bowl LIX,” he says. “Will you be pulling up? I hope so. You know it’s only one opportunity to win a championship. No round twos. Then he exclaims “Let’s get it!” and fires another ball, following it up with “Boom!” and a soft chuckle.

This isn’t the first time he’s played the Super Bowl: in 2022, he was part of a guest-packed show overseen by Dr Dre. But Lamar’s headline slot has got the online rap world very excited, largely based on a line from his spiel: “No round twos.” Hip-hop oracles see this as a reference to Lamar’s beef with Drake. You lost, Aubrey, seems to be the message. Now I’m going to call you a sex offender in front of a TV audience of more than 100 million.

The prospect of “Not Like Us”, one of the catchiest and yet also most venomous diss tracks in rap history, blaring out of TVs across America and the world is, surely, the final, XXL, platinum-coated nail in Drake’s coffin. It’s bad enough that “Not Like Us” became a song of the summer – now it’s got a second wind timed for just when we would otherwise be forgetting about it. Lamar has been commended across the internet as the most accomplished, dedicated hater to ever hate. (The fact that Jay-Z’s record label, Roc Nation, plays a big role in booking the show has also been taken to mean that Drake is rapper non grata to Hov himself.)

For Drake, this will hurt. But how much, exactly? One irony being gleefully picked over online is that the Drake-J Cole collab “First Person Shooter” has a Drake-delivered chorus running: “Big as the what? / Big as the Super Bowl”. In the song, Cole mentions the “big three” – the pair plus Lamar –��which was taken as a slander by Kendrick, who responded on “Like That”. Then the beef properly got going and the rest is history. Lamar upending a very specific Drizzy boast is essentially him firing another few rounds into the Canadian’s gently decaying body.

That said, “Big as the Super Bowl” doesn’t mean quite the same thing as “Big enough for the Super Bowl”. Maybe Drake’s too big for the half-time show, just as Taylor Swift is too big for Glastonbury. The stats partially back him up: at the end of last year, Drake’s It’s All a Blur surpassed Kendrick Lamar’s Big Steppers as the highest-grossing rap tour of all time. The 2024 leg of It’s All a Blur, for which Drake brought along J Cole, was even subtitled “Big As The What?”, implying the shows were more momentous than any halftime performance.

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Hii friend <3

I dont know really know if requests are still open but i wanted to ask if you could do any genshin characters with a rude s/o?

If not you're always aloud to delete the request :)

HOW YOU MAD AT ME, ‘CUZ I’M CUNT, BITCH?

꒰warnings꒱ cursing…obviously LOL

⠀꒲ ` synopsis . . . you wouldn’t call yourself rude just…”free-spirited” and liberal in your word choices~! ^_−☆

⠀꒲ ` characters . . . eula, xiao, thoma, ei, furina, navia, wriothesley

⠀꒲ ` notes . . . if i had a victorian era shilling for the amount of times my friend has called me rude after i’ve made a comment about something i would be the next ebenezer scrooge (⊙_⊙)

EULA — 优菈

now while eula would normally abhor at the foul language and insults that so easily spew from your precious lips, she actually can’t help but be oddly bemused.

i mean her expectations for linguistics are awfully high, one mustn’t speak with little eloquence but your brashness was oddly…charming, and refreshing in a way. you weren’t afraid to offend people, and simply enjoyed the motto of “i won’t apologise for what i said, i’ll apologise for how it made you feel.”

eula is of course someone who’s treated like the poster-woman for the concept of rudeness given her past and current feigned ego, so honestly you sort of make her feel better about herself — not in a negative way, in the way that she just simply doesn’t feel that lonely anymore.

if anyone has so much as a word to speak against you due to something you’ve said, they can speak to her first. the entirety of teyvat is allowed to shudder if she so much as so breathes, but when it comes to you? vengeance will be severed with a side of wine.

XIAO — 魈

stop. please. xiao is already overwhelmed enough by the varieties of his duties, all his patrolling — and now he has to make sure his lover isn’t in an argument with someone or being threatened to literal death.

he frankly doesn’t really care about the way you speak, sure it’s surprising at first since the majority of people in liyue hold themselves in a way that seems a bit more…calm, but then again sometimes that within itself can be seen as a rude attempt at pacification of genuine feelings.

you’ve never been mean or rude to him, directly at least, so he literally doesn’t care how brutal or venomous your words are, so long as you don’t get yourself in too much trouble. people haven’t seen the yaksha so an edge whenever a person opens their mouth since, well, ever.

he’s never brought up your attitude or personality; he loves you wholly, even if some parts of you are a bit more prickly than rosy.

THOMA — 托马

“haha, they were just joking!” you ticked off another five on your little notepad with a careful swoosh of your pen.

thoma has had to repeat that very phrase so much to the point you’ve been keeping a safe tally on a notepad of whenever he says it. to be honest, you don’t even believe five can be multiplied this many times…

your rudeness and foul language comes as an innate package, and thoma has no problem in neatly tying that package up with a little bow to placate whoever you managed to horribly offend that day. you fear that one day, if thoma isn’t there, you’ll find yourself being interrogated by kujo sara, maybe in a more lucky scenario heizou, herself.

“thoma can you do this f—“

“no.”

“i— wasn’t asking you??”

“you didn’t need to, now fuck off (๑･̑◡･̑๑). don’t be incompetent and you wouldn’t have to ask someone else to constantly do shit for you.”

RAIDEN EI — 影

if not directed to herself directly, she finds you absolutely amusing. she literally cannot be a spokesperson against rudeness after her uhum many self-made and self-fulfilled tragedies, plus she herself can be rather verbally off putting therefore, she has little problems with how you address others.

she does, however, keep a very keen eye on you to make sure you don’t stir up trouble with the wrong crowd.

but, hey! the great thing about dating a highly revered archon is the fact literally no-one will speak out against you.

“[name] told me to kill myself when i said hi in the morning…” and guess what? all of a sudden they have a long voyage to the fiery volcanoes of natlan planned out. criticism is only allowed if it’s aimed at her, not you — you’re basically an extension of her, if anyone so much so demeans you because of your attitude, it’s almost like they’re disrespecting the electro archon herself.

that’s a crime the citizens of inazuma have long learned the lesson of.

FURINA — 芙宁娜

she loves you purely for the theatrics and dramatics you always managed to find yourself in. it always seems like drama follows you wherever you simply step — and hey, she’s an actress, it’s no wonder she’s so easily charmed and swayed with the way your voice rings out blunt responses like it were second nature.

and to be fair, she’s a massive instigator of conflict. on the sidelines of course. so when you perhaps “accidentally” rub someone the wrong way, she can’t help but use sarcasm to throw fuel into the fire and watch the hellish flames burn as she kicks back with a cup of tea and a slice of cake (you know, like a true mirror to marie antoinette)

i think your duo would be even funnier and more undoubtedly chaotic if you have british humour and or slang equipped because let’s be so real if this was modern furina would force neuvillette to act like her roadman guard-dog while she sold 50p sweets during break time to the year 8s. throw in a little “yute” or “op” and she has heart eyes all over you (i promise this is all for the sake of comedy…)

NAVIA — 娜维娅

the best part of being in a relationship is being able to chat shit about anyone and everything, because well, you’re each-other’s everything already, why rely on the kindness of strangers for validation?

you and navia do the thing where you’ll subconsciously glance at each-other from the corners of your eyes when someone (or people) say some dumb silly shit. the problem being, neither of you can keep quiet and immediately will begin giggling and will make it inevitably worse by whispering to one another “stop!” and “don’t laugh—“ while holding your mouths to stifle yourselves.

this leads to people being rather nervous to speak to navia when you’re around. usually, navia is very friendly and softly spoken; often she’ll be a rather happy-go-lucky and caring girl who smiles no matter what — of course this doesn’t mean she’ll allow people to walk all over her, but hey she believes in second chances — but when you’re around…people will loiter around creepily before gathering the courage to ask for help or whatever they need.

navia is at heart however, a very loving and respectful person so she will remind you of when you’ve stepped out of line. sometimes rudeness is just an innate quality that people have and it’s sometimes not intended out of malice; even petty things like lateness or speaking out of turn counts as “rudeness”, and navia is here to either make excuses up for you or to defend you from criticism ☆〜（ゝ。∂）

WRIOTHESLEY — 莱欧斯利

oh he absolutely eats this shit up. every argument, insult, fight etcetera you’ve ever had is kept in a personal file somewhere in his cabinet just for memories sake. wriothesley’s life is already quite dramatic and hectic as it can be, the fortress of meropide could honestly sometimes be described as a form of circus within itself especially if you’re involved, but he revels in your antics nonetheless.

you’re literally so fucking hilarious, each time he hears those heavy doors heave open beneath him he just KNOWS shit has gone down and you’re about to dramatise it for him live.

you best believe he’s an instigator the same way furina is; whispering to you and then giggling when you use his encouragement as some sort of reference while you practically spit venom at the person who’s unfortunately become your centre of focus.

he won’t allow you to stir up too much trouble in the fortress of meropide but being his partner you get the perk of not getting into nearly as much trouble as you would if you were one of the criminals down in the fortress (unless you are then…well you’re special so it doesn’t matter!)

#i got xianyun and her story quest made my mommy issues oh so much worse…#genshin x reader #genshin x gnreader #genshin x you #eula x reader #xiao x reader #thoma x reader #ei x reader #raiden x reader #furina x reader #navia x reader #wriothesley x reader

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