#i love scout more than my body can actually handle

[luvvixu]

mind over matter pt. 3

synopsis: witness how your marriage was bound to fall apart with you on the front seat and your husband gojo had missed the show—now, he gotta figure out the story on his own.

content: arrange marriage au, angst, husband!gojo, mean!gojo, mention of blood, strong languages, some unsettling scenarios, emotional trauma, read at your own risk

a/n: yooooo, finally an update!! thanks for waiting everyone~ i actually took a small break because my friends and i had a beach outing and that was great!

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you feel like you had the longest dream in your entire life the moment you slowly open your eyes and reveal the white plain ceiling with matching beeping sound coming out from the machine.

it takes a second or two to realize that you're in a hospital.

like a seemingly newborn, your half lidded eyes traveled across the room until it reached the sight of some peculiar white haired male with his face buried on your arm, sleeping uncomfortably while sitting on the cold hard chair.

you could feel your whole body ache when you tried to move some parts of your body to stop it from numbing when you noticed some kind of empty feeling—like something was missing.

it did not take you a while to realize that your stomach feels so empty right now, and you know it's not because you're hungry, but because you couldn't feel your baby anymore.

an anguish screech escapes from your mouth when you realize that the baby isn't part of your body anymore. tears stream like a waterfall as your body automatically sits up and hugs your lower body, specifically your stomach, because you cannot accept the fact that your baby has been taken away from you.

this immediately woken satoru up and started to console you. “hey, hey, y/n! i’m here. i'm here.” his voice was soft and comforting but there's a hint of shakiness due to your sudden outburst.

“satoru, my baby! i can't feel my baby! my baby is gone!” as an upcoming loving mother, it hurts you so bad that you'd rather die than to accept this.

the sound of the machine keeps on loudly pulsating, meaning that your heart rate is rising quickly and it's dangerous for you to get stressed since you just came out from the operation.

“y/n! the baby is fine. our baby is fine. they were being cured by the best doctors so don't worry.” pulling your body close to his, satoru caresses your hair and keeps on murmuring some comforting words to calm you down.

but it seems that his actions were no avail when he saw your lower stomach bleeding. feels like his own blood had disappeared, his pale face becomes more paler when your extreme sadness cry turns to extremely painful cry.

his body seemingly moves on its own and presses the button to call for help while still managing to calm you down.

“where's my baby? g-give me back my baby! satoru, do something!” it pains satoru to see you like this. a whole crying mess who cannot even digest the fact that her baby was in intensive care so they can become better.

suddenly, the door in your room opened, revealing the doctor and their nurse—shoko was there too. they immediately inject you with midazolam to calm you down and it works almost instantly. satoru watches your body go limp as your wound continues to bleed.

satoru and shoko were instructed to wait outside as they transfer you to another room to tend your wounds. after you were scouted to exit the scene, satoru fell on his knees and leaned his back on the wall.

god, what did you do to deserve this kind of thing?

letting out a soft sob, satoru prayed once again—something that he just learned yesterday. he prayed that all of your pain, burden, suffering, and all must disappear because satoru couldn't list any single reason why you must suffer like this.

“you should go back at least for now, gojo. i’ll handle things here while you freshen yourself up.” shoko suggested but satoru just shook his head, refusing to leave your side.

“don't be a fucking stubborn. you still have other things to do, don't forget that.” shoko hissed.

“but i need to be by her side. i need to be there to support her whatever i can.” satoru slowly let himself up and looked shoko straight in the eye.

“do you think she still needs you to be by her side? oh please, not after what you had done.” the doctor rolled her eyes as she toys with the unlit cigarette on her lips.

for some reason, satoru was having a deja vu, it was like they're in her clinic once again and they argue where you heard things that you shouldn't have. as much as satoru would like to shut her down, he's worried that you might hear him say nasty things that he didn't mean to say.

“shoko, please…i know you're mad at me and you wanted to be hostile towards me. i actually don't care if you hurt me or insult me, just not now. i need to stand by her side and i don't need you to tell me what to do.” satoru stood up and his gaze on shoko became hard.

the doctor just tsked and decided to drop the conversation for your sake. there's a whole silence in the atmosphere when satoru suddenly thinks about your little breakdown earlier. you're looking at your child and he is too. he really wants to go to the baby but he thinks it would be better if the two of you are together.

satoru was excited to see his baby, sure. but something inside stirs up something that he personally couldn't explain. was it because he remembers your conversation when he first knew of your pregnancy? that he found himself unable to answer your questions during that night?

but whatever the reasons are, satoru was ultimately willing to ignore it and just focus on becoming a better husband and now a new father towards his child with you.

the strongest sorcerer of his generation, the one and only satoru gojo, the pride of his clan, your husband on papers, your most hated person, your child's father—swore to himself that he will treat his son as his own flesh and blood, not as the heir that will dethrone him from being the pride.

and most of them all, he swore to himself that you will be treated way, way better than everyone, specifically and especially him. satoru will patch up the wounds that he had caused you.

but not all wounds can be treated by a mere bandaid.

an hour had passed and now you're once again in your room, but this time, you're more than calm as you finally understood the situation—thanks to shoko who patiently explains everything to you.

like right now, she's standing by the end of your bed while satoru was on his seat just like the first time you saw him in this hospital. shoko carefully and softly explained what was going on with you and gave you some sort of assurance.

“you suffered from placenta abruption which caused your placenta to detach from the inner walls of your uterus. it unables the baby to receive oxygen and nutrients with the placenta detached. that is why the doctors had no choice but to put you into a cesarean delivery so it can save both of your lives.”

“and about your baby, don't worry, they're in safe hands. currently in the neonatal intensive care unit where the baby is under process of developing it since it came out during your six months of pregnancy and is premature.” she continued.

then, shoko put a hand on your shoulder, slightly massaging it to give you some comfort. “worry not, y/n. we're not going to let anything hurt your baby. they're safe here and are guarded with blessings and restrictions so no other curses or unauthorized people could touch your child.”

all this time shoko speak, your head was hanging low and it seems like you're having a hard time digesting everything. but you still get what she meant by putting you under a cesarean because it's the only way to save you and your baby's life—which you're incredibly grateful for.

“c…can i see my baby?” your tone was quite hushed, probably because you hadn't really talked to anyone after what happened to you.

shoko gently shook her head and gave you an apologetic smile. “i am so sorry, y/n. but you need to rest first and we, the doctors, recommended you to not move too much since it can open up your cesarean stitches once again.”

to everyone’s relief, you nodded at her words, like you agreed to get better first before seeing your child.

“alright, i gotta excuse myself now. i have an appointment later this afternoon.” shoko gives you a smile before sending a knowing gaze at the man beside you, saying ‘you better not forget that you still have other things to do’ look.

“mhm. take care and thank you for helping me during all of this, shoko.” you replied tried to return the same smile but it only reached a have, you just wished she could feel your sincerity towards her.

“i don't accept thank you’s, yet. i can only accept it if i see you in a much better condition. so if you want me to say you're welcome, then get better.” her words make you giggle a little but you take that as a note.

giving you a one last smile and a secretive glare at your husband, she finally left the scene…and that leaves you two, you and your husband. silence engulfs the whole room, only the sound of your beeping monitor keeps on echoing and adds awkwardness to the atmosphere.

you take a small peak at satoru who's looking at an empty space somewhere, looking like he's in a deep thought. you're not sure if you want to talk to him or not, but taking the preceding events from earlier, you see no reason.

on the other hand, satoru was lost in his thoughts because he's trying to construct everything that he needed to say to you. he's kinda bad at impromptu when it comes to you and mostly forgot his points and other subtopics because he's being blinded by the emotions that keeps on distracting him.

satoru also noticed your small gazes towards him and it feels like you're not planning to talk to him first, so he finally initiated a conversation.

“do you feel any pain in your body?” he asked you.

however, it took you a while to answer because you're not sure if your following responses are gonna be normal, sarcastic, or not answering at all. but you choose the first one because the two other choices would most likely put you into stress and makes your healing process becomes slower.

“my tummy hurts but i'm fine…and i'm also hungry.” you replied, that's it.

satoru was glad that you're answering him…well. anyway, he smiled at you and carried on with the conversation. “if the pain gets worse or it causes you discomfort, you must tell me immediately. and about that hunger, we still need to wait at least eight hours for you to eat something heavy. but for now, you can only take liquids and…the doctor said you could eat oatmeal and eggs—maybe we should get that. the doctor also to avoid greasy food and it would take at least six weeks for you to recover, and then…what are the other things he said again?”

while satoru was busy yapping, you slowly think that he's speaking to himself more than he's speaking to you because of how concentrated he looked and it somehow brings some sort of warmth in your chest because he really tries himself to remember all of the things that the doctors had prescribed him for you.

“satoru…” you called out to him, but he's still busy talking about do’s and don'ts and keeps on going while you occasionally call his name.

“satoru.” he's still busy talking.

“...satoru?” yep, still talking.

his yappings are getting too long and you're running out of thin patience, so you hold into his arms and that makes him look at you and stop talking instantly. breathe in relief, you finally stopped him from his own shenanigans.

“i—i’m sorry, i talked too much.” satoru awkwardly chuckles to himself, but you just shrugged it off. “anyway, what is it?” he asked.

“satoru, i was wondering…how did i end up here? all i know is i was in my room, i feel my tummy hurts really bad and it got me so worried about my baby. then all of the sudden, there's blood seeping down on my legs then everything black out.” you said.

“well…” then satoru proceeds into another minutes of yapping about what happened based on what they had said to him back then. you'd understand that yuuji and megumi were planning to cheer you up by a surprise room visit when they smelled blood and that made them instantly realize that something was going on with you. so they called shoko and yaga to break into the room, and there they saw you lying in your own pool of blood.

nodding slowly, the question that was formed because of the preceding events were finally put into the end. “oh, so that's what happened. anyways, do you think yuuji and megumi could be here tomorrow? i wanted to thank them.”

“sure. i’ll come with them tomorrow. but now, let's get you some light foods so you can sleep tonight.” satoru stood up but he froze as his feet were not walking. you watch him turn back to you while you give him a confused look.

“will you be alright being alone for like…five minutes? i’m just gonna be quick and get you some food. i promise i’ll be back before you know it.” you just let him do what he wants and just continue watching him. satoru looked at you for a long seconds, rather seemingly so hesitant. but you told him you'll be fine and just do his thing, so satoru assured you once again that he'll be back then uses his teleportation.

now, you're alone (for a while) in this room. your thoughts wandered towards your baby who you knew is in the same building as yours. you really want to run towards that room where they are located but you forcefully shut yourself because it'll just make things worse. you're still in the process of healing and you want to be at your strongest when you're with your baby.

but something was still arguing inside your head. it's the desire to run towards your child and the desire to get better—

“y/n.”

“shit!”

something—no, someone was suddenly in the room. it was satoru who's pouting at you like a puppy who got lost. his sudden appearance makes the beeping machine beside you go wild as you curse out profanity because you're that shocked.

thankfully, your heart beat becomes normal again and nothing bad happens. but you'll be sure to send out a death glare to your husband who's still pouting.

“what the actual fuck, satoru?! do you want me to die of a heart attack?!” you glared at him, still your hand is at your chest.

“i'm sorry about that. but i cannot bring myself to leave you like that even for a minute.” he said.

“i told you i'll be fine. you don't need to guard me 24/7 anyway, so go and grab or do whatever you want.”

“no!” satoru whined…and that surprises you, because this might be the first time you saw him whine like a child, especially without any involvement of alcohol or sugar to activate this kind of his system. this was just a new sight to you.

“then how are you going to get some food?”

“i’ll just have them deliver it here.”

“seriously? you're going to order and deliver oatmeal and eggs?” your eyes were wide at his crazy idea. like yeah seriously, for an oatmeal and eggs? he could literally get it from a convenience store.

“what? i'm gonna order some food for myself too, you know.” he pouts, again.

“okay, you order your food online. and we'll get mine at a convenience store.”

“what? no! i told you i don't want to leave you alone.”

“then i’ll come with you. we'll go and buy my food together if you're really that worried about leaving me alone.” you said sarcastically.

“what the hell is that suggestion? absolutely not!” satoru gasps. he's so dramatic.

“well then, i’ll just starve!” you huff at him before turning your head away from him.

“i—wait, i'm sorry. i really can't force myself to be away from you. i'm just scared that when i'm gone even for just a minute, s-something might happen again and i’m not there to help you out instantly.” the sad look on his face is back, similar to what he looked like when he confronted you in the hallway.

after hearing his explanation, you turned back to him and said, “there are things that come unexpectedly. you cannot also force yourself to stick with just in case an emergency would occur, you'd be there. for all that i know, you still have other things to do, like you have your priorities.”

“but you're my priority,” he said seriously. well that caught you off guard.

“whatever, just go and get me some food.” you brush it off.

“...”

“...ok.”

the night ended with satoru eating his ordered food happily while you were still glaring at the man because he really stick to his words and ordered your food online instead of just running to a convenience store or buying the hospital once. although, it makes you wonder, how is there a plain, plain! oatmeal and a boiled egg that has been selling online?

well, whatever it is, at least your hunger has lessened and your relationship with satoru has gotten…at least a little better.

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[justherefortua]

finished the young blood book! Though it’s definitely YA rather than as mature, it gave me a lot of nostalgia for the post-S1 fics where people thought they were goin gto be ported to childhood, and I thought the little details and the way the characters were characterized was actually really good! I loved how many parallels there were to canon and the further elaboration on the day to day life of the Umbrella Academy (and Viktor)

I wouldn’t take the book as a 100% canon source, but here are some disconnected small details that I enjoyed: SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT

- Twice trying to wrangle the hargreeves is referred to as “herding cats”, which is very accurate

- Grace custom sews their outfits and adjusts them for each member 🥺🥺🥺🥺 Luther gets a new one every time he grows, Diego has secret compartments for his knives, Ben has tentacle openings, Viktor’s looks a little too big on him

- I could definitely see how this Luther turns into S1 Luther but also he’s such a good guy. He just wants to help people and receive hugs

- Diego;;; my goodness. He loves his mom and also very much has a black and white view of justice. This is when he figures out he likes all black utility gear rather than the uniform

- Allison )::: allison )::: It’s so weird to see her feel out of place among other girls considering she grows up to be a famous actress but I think it was a good moment, as well as foreshadowing for her whole issues with the rumors

- Klaus is so vibrant here. He learned how to hotwire a car (They call Hargreeves’ car Hermes) at 12 from a ghost, regularly sneaks out of the house through the sewage system (the siblings refuse to do this) and is the life of the party

- Five was mentioned and acknowledged a couple times and every time it made me go ): The revelation that Ben had a daily check-in with Klaus asking about whether he could see Five or not and always believed Five was out there somewhere destroyed me. My crumbs ): oh ):

- Ben is my favorite character so I’m so glad he gets a POV here and an actual voice! He definitely has a good heart but also definitely doesn’t fall into the solely “shy and totally passive” stereotype <3 also im just happy for content of umbrella ben i miss him

- Viktor!!! He isn’t sure if Mom claps for his violin because of if he’s actually good or. He’s very lonely but the kids do include him a little bit which is lovely. Definitely some parallels to S1 canon. Also! Some Viktor trans moments where he ruminates on that for a little bit without knowing the actual cause, the mirror line has relevance here. I thought it was handled nicely but obviously I can’t speak on experiences that aren’t my own.

Other misc details:

- Ben gets calmer under high pressure situations and therefore becomes pretty good at pool despite never having played

- Klaus likes to jump from roofs for the fun of it and just thinks his body is extremely resilient to head trauma. Klaus. Klaus no. 😭

- Diego uses “Boy Scout” as a insult for Luther, who doesn’t mind because Boy Scouts are supposed to be dependable

- Diego has always been pretty good at dancing

- The Umbrella Academy never stick around to clean up after themselves on missions

- Ben and Viktor can fit together in the passenger seat

- Favorite meals: Ben likes PB+J and potato chips, Klaus likes bubblegum ice cream, Diego likes roast beef, Luther hamburger and fries, and a hot dog for Allison (though according to her it hasn’t been her fav food in years, and also she forgot Five’s favorite and Viktor’s favorite)

- Klaus listens to heavy metal (to drown out the ghosts), Allison likes pop music

- Viktor learned how to drive one year before this book, taught by Pogo. He has his license! Klaus knows how to drive too but he drives much more recklessly lol

- Allison once had a solo magazine cover and she can’t remember whether she rumored for it or not (foreshadowing)

- Ben has never told anyone that the tentacles hurt when they come out ())):) [BODY HORROR TW] They are also literally slithering under his ski, he can feel em with his organs, and the skin is tender where they come out

- Allison knows CPR. and uses it after one of the siblings has a near death experience 👍

[ravennaortiz]

When the Wolf Hunts

Summary: One night when Lupe is out hunting she finds more than her prey. She must choose between finally getting vengeance or saving someone else. *A Two Worlds Story*

“You need to knock this vigilante bullshit off Guadalupe” Angels words ran through her mind as she sat in a darkened corner of the Pink Star a strip club in Stockton. She swirled her tequila sunrise around as she let her gaze drift over the crowded room before coming to rest once again on her target.

Oscar Ramos was the Presdiente of the Stockton Mayans Charter. A charming but cruel man who had a think for young girls. He had been convicted of the rape and murder of her best friend but the conviction was repealed due to mishandling of evidence. All these years later and it seemed like everyone had forgotten what had happened. Lupe hadn’t though nor had her best friends mother who had tragically jumped in front of a semi a couple of weeks ago. Unable to bear being away from her only child any longer especially as the monster who took her away continued to breathe.

“Just because your brother is Yumas Presidente doesn’t mean your ass gets passes for murder of members” Coco had drawled trying to be the good cop as Angel seethed and yelled as he dug a hole. The body of Ramos most loyal member Medina in the tarp between Coco and Lupe. “I’m sorry for forgetting the silencer. My bad didn’t realize only you two could fuck up when killing people” she had sassed. She was not willing to back down on this, men like Ramos and Medina deserved to rot in the desert.

Lupes phone dinging broke her wondering mind. Grabbing it off the table she was surprised to see a text from EZ. Opening the message her heart sank.

E-Letty ran away. Call me

Leaving her drink and a tip Lupe quickly made her way to the door of the strip club. Letty was like the little sister she was never blessed with. She loved that kid and would gladly burn the world to the ground to keep her safe.  Count your lucky stars Ramos she thought as she brought her phone to her ear as she made her way to her motorcycle.

“Where are you at?” inquired EZ the moment he picked up. The background noise cutting away as he stepped out of the clubhouse.

“Why does that matter?”

“Cause Coco has a tracker on Lettys phone. Shows her in Stockton.” Replied EZ as he turned at the door opening to see Angel staring at him. “Lupe?” he stated after a couple minutes of silence.

“Where at in Stockton?” Lupe closed her eyes. Damn kid she thought as her mind went back to a conversation a couple of weeks ago. A friend of Lettys had been found out in a remote section of desert and she had asked Lupe to take her to the site. Lupe had told her no, it was to dangerous and that she would look into it.

“Strip club down “started EZ before Lupe cut him off.

“I’ll handle it” stated Lupe before ending the call and turning back to the building.

“God dammit!” bellowed Angel as EZ turned to him and nodded. Going back inside followed a moment later by Coco and Gilly. “Let’s go boy scout” he hollered over his shoulder as he got on his bike.

Lupe let her eyes adjust to the lighting again before she began scanning the crowd. Letty would stick out like a sore thumb in this place.

“Care for a dance or good time love?” cooed a pretty blonde as she slipped a hand down Lupes back.

“Sorry love not tonight. I’m actually looking for my little sister” replied Lupe as she pulled a hundred dollar bill from her jeans pocket.

“Got a picture?’ inquired the stripper as she took the money. “She’s in the back rooms I can take you” she stated after looking at Lupes phone.

“Letica Cruz” growled Lupe as she slammed the door shut as she glared at the teenager.

“Hey Lupe” laughed Letty nervously. “Funny seeing you here.”

“Oh, I’m sure it’s a real comedy show” snapped Lupe as she moved closer to Letty. Stopping as the door opened and the sounds of male voices filled the room. Son of a bitch though Lupe as she caught the flash of the Mayans leather. Quickly she loved Letty behind a heavy curtain before taking up a hiding spot behind the door.

“Guess we got the wrong room” stated Ramos as he looked around. “Could have sworn Carli said two” he added before moving out of the room and continuing back down the hall. Lupe let out the breath she had been holding and loosened the grip on her gun.

The flash of headlights ahead had Lupe slowing her bike down some. Never had she been so happy to see Angel as she was now as he pulled up on her right as the others took position around her so she was in the middle.

“Don’t think you are getting off easily tonight” called Angel over the wind and roar of the bikes as he shot Lupe a look.

Go to Two Worlds Universe

[ashroomy]

Big text dump about my mushroom skitarii oc Mycel-81!

Heads up, this contains basic disregard for the lore and is primarily fuelled by my need to somehow make this wholesome.

So, This is Mycel-81

As an early example of the shroomitarii, mycel was a weak example. With limbs that were only slightly stronger than flesh and no fighting prowess. He was unsuitable for the front lines. Not to mention his inability to be influenced by any tech priests apart from mild emotion control. Whilst the option of ensuring obedience remained paramount, the tech priests later learned they simply lacked the appropriate resources to realise this. Not wanting to throw away their already limited source of infantry. Mycel was relegated to the back lines and served as clean-up and repair for battles or lost soldiers who may find their way into the world. With the shoddy technology, most shroomitarii could feel emotions more freely, leading to issues on and off the battlefield. It was left to Mycel to handle these issues as well. In the simplest terms. He is an emotional support skitarii with a prowess in comforting and repairing. (What can I say I love a bit of wholesome unrealistic 40k)

Uses a blade and arc maul interchangeably during combat if completely necessary. Due to him collecting scraps and bodies of soldiers, he was gifted a servo skull, capable of scouting and gunning down some foes. More likely to accidentally hit his servo skull than an actual enemy. Has held guns but has no clue how to aim.

With the free emotions, Mycel is able to form a personality of his own. To an extent. He helps keep the peace and encourages strong morale amongst troops. he has seen limited amounts of war but what he has seen unsettles him. He makes it his mission to ensure peace, at least on this forge world anyway. Unbeknownst to him. He has no impact whatsoever.

On a routine patrol, Mycel finds a severely injured soldier, wounded and afraid, Mycel takes him in and slowly nurses him back to health. He does not quite understand the complex fears the soldier has and can only glean snippets of his past through extracting memories. (none of the tech priests are sure how they got this to work but decided to not question it) Nonetheless he aims to offer solace to the soldier and slowly but surely help him adjust to his new life. A very long process. Hoping to help him, he turns him into a vanguard, eventually they become fond of each other after the initial recovery. He does not have a name. But as he's a soldier (maybe skitarii?) who's landed here in a bad state, he will probably have a non shroomy name.

The lads

[majorasnightmare]

Hellooo for the character asks, Lae'zel 2, Shadowheart 5, and Minthara 123 please and thank you!!

GET HEART BLASTED BWAH

i was fighting for my LIFE on this cuz my body decided to viscerally betray me. thankfully not even god himself could stop me from talking about my mentally ill lil freak

Lae'zel:

2. How did your character handle Lae’zel’s interrogation of the tiefling scout at the druid grove?

Dirge's brain is still reloading by the time he does the interrogation, so he's pretty hands off when Lae'zel does her thing. He mostly just backs her up as she questions Zorru, and leaves him there bowing. He DOES correct Lae'zels pronounciation on tiefling and Faerun after though.

Shadowheart:

5. Did your character influence Shadowheart into staying loyal to or rejecting Shar? How did this affect their relationship with her?

Unfortunately Shar isn't nearly as cool as Shadowheart makes her out to be, so Dirge's opinion on Shar is pretty negative. But its mostly Shar-the-deity and less the values Shar professes to hold (she mostly seems to be petty and spiteful more than an actual deity), so any Sharran iconography Dirge finds he tosses Shadowhearts way. Loyalty has to be earned, even by gods, and protecting Shadowheart mildly from the shadow curse is NOT enough to be worth her service, in Dirge's opinion. Murder, cannibalism, sacrificing heretics, seeking power, capturing the god spawn of your deities sworn and eternal rival and sacrificing them on an altar, all of thats perfectly fine to Dirge and he doesn't have a problem with any of it, but is Shar worth it? Is Shar worthy of having Shadowheart? Absofuckinlutely not. Shadowheart isn't getting nearly enough back out of this deal, and Dirge is VERY vocal on that front. Dirge mostly encourages Shadowheart to think of herself and what she wants, and to avoid reflexively sacrificing things important to her without evaluating what they mean to her first. Rejecting Shar is basically a side effect.

They've always been close since the nautiloid, but Dirge's unwavering confidence in her ability and worth even after she rejects Shar and is punished by her goes a long way towards helping Shadowheart rebuild her life and self worth.

Minthara:

1. What motivated your character to initially spare or side with Minthara, then later rescue her from Moonrise Tower?

Puppy love LMAO. Minthara wants to probe his mind in the Goblin Camp, and given that Dirge had just killed Guts not that long ago for exactly that, he doesn't let her in to avoid starting a fight he hadn't satisfactorily prepared for, which makes Minthara try to dig into him. The subsequent battle of wills even starts to approach being mutually enjoyable, both of them finding a real genuine challenge for the first time in ages, and through that exchange Dirge gets a glimpse of the person Minthara COULD be without the Absolute. Someone ruthless, and cunning, with a steeled will, yes, but also someone almost... playful? Its such a brief glimpse that Dirge can't see much of anything through it but it tantalizes him endlessly, and the thought of condemning someone to a half life as an enthralled shell of themselves just to kill them while they're essentually sleepwalking disquiets him in a way he struggles to verbalize. It sticks out in his mind because its the first time he experiences an active desire to keep someone alive, so he does what he can to draw the goblins into a controlled conflict to ensure both a figurative smokescreen for his actions (no one will question him for trying to isolate the Goblin Commander) and a literal one (in the chaos of combat, theyre less likely to notice Minthara's only been knocked unconscious instead of killed, as opposed to a stealth op in the camp where it would be. Blatantly obvious he was pulling punches. He can also discreetly move her away from the conflict in case anyone checks the bodies, but thats resolved p quickly when the tieflings want to leave immediately lmao. Hes a selfish person who acts according to his whims, and at the end of the day, he had a chance encounter that made him care for Minthara, but the same could not be said for Dror Ragzlin or Guts. Those two barely occupied a single spared thought, whereas Minthara lives in his head rent free. He genuinely never thought he'd see her again, and tried to content himself with the knowledge she'd be alive somewhere out there, and that maybe once he got the tadpole out he could try and find her just to... catch up? Talk to her? He didn't really plan it out all too well, because he had a lot on his plate.

Seeing her again at Moonrise felt like a confluence of Fate. Absolute be damned, his uttermost top priority was saving Minthara and if that meant playing nice, he'd do it, and if it meant carving a bloody path from the dungeon back to camp, he'd do that too. In that instant, she's the only thing that matters, because by some miracle, the only person hes ever wanted to spare is here in front of him, and against all odds he finally, FINALLY, has a chance to talk to the person he caught a fleeting glimpse of in the Goblin Camp, the person who utterly charmed and bewitched him with the faintest echo of hidden depths obscured by the Absolute's machinations. She's here and she's alive and she needs help, and there is not a single question or doubt in his mind about it. Dirge walks straight out of that throne room directly to the dungeons. Its around that time that anyone in the party still considering trying to tie Dirge down kind of gives up, cuz honestly. Look at the guy. He's down bad.

2. How did your character feel about Minthara’s opinions on the gods?

Minthara is ever cautious of making enemies, and thus keeps her disdain for the gods at a healthy distance, where she won't be caught in the blast radius. Dirge understands, but feels its a bit TOO risk averse. He toes the line on blasphemy all the time, after all. Hes exceptionally confident in the abilities of himself and his comrades to handle threats, and the gods ability to directly intervene on the material plane is limited after all.

The biggest difference of opinion there was on the matter of Bhaal. Minthara was of the opinion that Bhaal was better as an ally than as an enemy, and represented Dirge's best hope of mastering the Urges, and Dirge didn't really have a way of convincing her otherwise. It isn't something easily intuitive, especially when your used to the capricious manipulations of Lolth. Bhaal is a far cry from the Webweaver, and is more spiteful than sensible, and there is no position of favor you can occupy that will keep you safe from his temper. Its a hard lesson to learn.

3. Did your character help Minthara get her revenge on Orin, or handle Orin alone?

Orin insists on a personal duel with Dirge, spawn to spawn, Chosen to Chosen. Minthara supports it because she wants Dirge to reclaim his inherited power, but the temple conflict is an absolute clusterfuck. Bhaal chews up and spits out his Chosen at the first hint of second thoughts, and then forces Dirge to choose whether or not to put himself in the same position, before brutally torturing and killing him when Dirge refuses to become Bhaal's puppet again. Minthara is forced to flee with the rest of the party as Caiphon fulfills its pact and destroys the temple, and is left utterly haunted by it all. Theres no closure for anyone here. Minthara doesn't get to enact revenge on Orin, Dirge doesn't get to break Orin away from Bhaal, because Bhaal chose to take that from both of them, and then kills Dirge on top of it all. Its an awful, terrible experience, that drives home just how awful petty and cruel the gods can be, even to their most faithful worshippers.

I really enjoy Minthara's post Orin-capture dialogue and I want to include it in her characterization, even though Orin can't kidnap your romanced companion. I think that entire shitshow and seeing Dirge try to pull Orin out of the deathspiral shes in, only for Bhaal to force the Slayer onto her, in combination with discussions they'd had earlier, would be enough for Minthara to really see the similarities between her position and Orin's and finally understand the exact kind of god Bhaal makes himself to be. There really is no winning there.

As much as Dirge loves Orin, Minthara's vengeance is her own and Dirge would never wish to take that from her. Whatever life he could give Orin is Minthara's to take, and he won't involve himself in that unless invoked. But he hates that he couldn't help Minthara close that chapter of her life in a way that gave her peace. He hates that he couldn't fight Orin on her own terms, for her own reasons. That, instead, they fought to the death in a home they both hated for a father that loved neither of them. Just one more thing Bhaal took from all of them.

[jamisonwritestf2trash]

may i request sniperscout angst, specifically hcs about how theyd handle eachotjers deaths in a no-respawn au

SniperScout Angst Headcanons (No Respawn AU)

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Of course you can! Even though it breaks my heart because I love Sniperscout sm 😭 Also almost back to back Scout angst, what did this man do to you people?

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Uh, a little off-topic, but I feel like Sniper and Scout are Nick and Gatsby, I don't know. Is that weird? Like sure, we know Sniper talks to his parents, but I feel like his mom would be the only one to come while Scout planned the entire funeral. Anyway, on to the actual headcanons!

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Scout locked himself in Snipers van. Bearly eating or drinking, he won't talk to anyone. He just lays on the bed, holding on to anything that could remind him of Sniper. He's not even just heartbroken. It's more than that. It's like his soul was ripped out of his body. He just wants to be able to hold him one more time, to tell him he loves him one more time, to live the life they were supposed to, just one more time. He keeps his hat and sunglasses close at all times. He never let's them go, and no one is ever allowed to touch them. He even attaches his van keys to his dog tags.

Once he gets back to normal, or as normal as he could be after losing someone who meant so much to him, he's ruthless in battle. Every kill he gets is for Sniper. Everything he does is for Sniper. He also goes to either his grave or where his ashes are kept after every battle, bringing a gift of some kind to place next to him, and then telling him about the day he had.

"I really gave them hell to day Snipes. You should have seen it." He let's out a sigh and kisses the top of the urn/gravestone.

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Sniper would also lock himself in his van. It's never been so cold, so empty, so forgin to Sniper. Scout had added a sense of life to the van, and that was extinguished the day he died. He misses Scout's jokes, his smile, his laugh, and just everything Scout did. He made the world brighter for Sniper. He really just feels lost. He's never really felt a pain like this. He can barely breathe most days, and if you thought he was quiet before, he's dead silent now. He took Scout's dogtags, and he wears them every day.

Eventually, he gets the willpower to join the battle again. He's never gotten more kills in his life. Blood has stained the field more than ever. He visualizes every enemy as the one who killed Scout. He pours all his anger and sadness into his job. He visits the grave/urn a lot, knowing this is the closest he'll be to Scout ever again, so he spends most of his time near the urn or grave.

"I miss ya more than words can say." He says. (He also kisses the gravestone/urn)

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OUGH HAPPY TIME BECAUSE I NEED TO ADD IT OR I'LL CRY!!! Basically, how they react if Medic brought them back (before being cremated or buried, obviously)

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Scout is immediately throwing himself on Sniper, holding him tighter than humanly possible. Babbling about how he'll never let him go again, tears flowing freely as he jokes that if Sniper ever pulls a stunt like that, Scout will be his cause of death. Scout probably smothered this man with jokes, kisses, and cuddles that entire night. He's so thankful he got a second chance, and he makes sure Sniper knows that Scout will never take a moment with him for granted again.

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Sniper runs up to Scout, asking him a million and one questions, all basically asking the same thing. Are you okay? And to Snipers relief, Scout is better than okay. Sniper is crying under his glasses, Scout only reaches up to pull them off and kiss his face. He hugs Scout so tight he knocks the air out of his lungs. Scout, let's out a soft chuckle, hugging him back. Sniper spends the night being the most emotional he's ever been. These two love each other so much it's insane.

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Uh, the end! Ough I hope you don't mind the happy ending Anon. I'm a sucker for sweet endings :,) I hope you guys liked this, and I feel really hyped, i think I'm finally back into writing again, I missed it. I think I wore myself out for a hot minute, but I'm back! Anyways, hopefully, at least one or two new posts after this :)

Love you guys, and thank you for being patient with me 💖💖

[cupidsdescendant]

Mercs X Sweet Tooth G/N!

Hey yall! It’s been a while since I wrote a short head canon list for the mercs and so I decided to write this! I really have been getting into writing actual one shot stories instead of lists so that’s why my posts have been so slow  ^___^ I’m thinking about making a version of this one for the creepy pasta characters to go back to fanfic roots ;-; anyways, g’day! Mwah XOXOXO

Scout:

-Very happy

-“Oh yeah? What’s your favorite one? Really! Mine too!” He takes out your favorite candy in response 

-You both like staying up at 3 am eating random sweets

-The sugar rush hits both of you SOOOOO hard. Running across the fort, double, fuck it, triple jumping all around and screaming violently.

- You both literally laugh at almost every thing the mercs say even if it’s not funny or relevant and both laugh at each other laughing so hard. Your laughs become even wheezier when you both cannot speak and it’s both of you mumbling and laughing and your mumbling.

-Just as much as the rush gets you the crash hits harder than the market crash of 2008. Both of you are literally so tired you guys can’t even get up. Eyes sore, legs weak, body tired, everything hurts after literally sonic speeding everywhere. You both wake up holding each other or spooning <3.

-Instead of a hot steamy cup of coffee in the morning you wake Scout up by sitting on top of him and feeding him lemon heads and sour gummy bears. 

-You like to throw gummies and candies into his mouth during fights just to play around and it helps with a speed boost 

-Although Scout loves candy his favorite is of course: B o n k 

-And you both drink it religiously! At this point you both have it in an IV put up into your veins. 

-Scout and you have so much fun with candy. You both go to candy stores together and have fun picking out candies and sodas. Once you both get home you guys would eat eat eat, lose your mind and sleep for the rest of the night ^___^

Soldier: 

-He doesn’t eat a lot of sweets, but once you give him one he goes a little crazy 

-Once, you gave him a chocolate bar and he rocket jumped to space and didn’t come back for at least 3 days

-Soldier finds you alone eating a 12 pack of mini cupcakes to yourself and he gasps “Dear god!” 

-“mfwhaht-?” Y/N said mouth full of white cake and frosting. CANNIBALISM!!” He screams pointing at you in horror

-“HoW!?” Y/N yelled out, Soldier ran over and ran his hand on Y/N’s chin “My cupcake is eatin’ a cupcake!”

-He loves a good ol' fashion American Cherry pie

-Coke is his favorite drink

-He mostly enjoys milk chocolate and whoppers

-Always makes sure they're made in America

Pyro:

-you know em, Pyro is a maniac for that typa shit. Way even more than Scout

-Give them a jolly rancher and he'll spend half of the time rolling around in circles laughing and banging his head on the wall

-her brain is already filled with sunshine and rainbows but once you add candy- it's full blown candy land

-they like to make you dance a lot when he's hyper on candy! Always spinning you around and around <3

-He likes hoping around too. He acts kinda like a little bunny ;w;

-Pyro and you basically just run around setting everything on fire without a care in the world

-His favorite candy...? All of em! Lollipops and sour-sweet ones are his favorites.

-They propose to you with a ring pop

Demoman:

-he can handle some sweet things but he's not a big fan

-But when you mix a sugar rushed Y/N with a drunk Demo it's alllllllll chaos.

-You both love doing karaoke when you're out of yall's minds, screaming violently to songs or crying to sad ones

-Probably have a super duper upper crazye rap battle too

-When you both crash you find each other on the other sides of the rooms but when you both wake up you go and cuddle.

-You both try and get sober from your addictions but fail and the next weekend is the same lol

-Like I said, Demo doesn't really like candy. The only ones he'd eat is going to be mixed with alcohol or root beer ones

Heavy:

no comment. these are his favorite

Engineer:

-being from the south, he loves moon pies and other pies in general

-Engi loves maple taffy and whenever it's winter time he makes them with the mercs or just enjoys them by himself

-He loooves taffy and Rocky Road!!

-Pie is also his favorite, Pumpkin pie specifically. He always likes to eat it with a scoop of vanilla ice cream

-All of the sweet things he eats are always warm and relaxing and so you both like to cozy up together and eat together

-Engineer always has to hold you down when you get a little hyper and he has to tell you to relax

-Gets overwhelmed trying to calm you down and eventually gives up but you decided to sit next to him when you can't find him

Medic:

-always warns you about cavities and tells you not to eat so much sweets

-He usually hides the fact that he eats soo much candy.

-Considering Medic is German he eats mostly German candy and chocolates but he's afraid to admit he likes American candies a lot

-He likes to eat sour candies but his taste in things is a lot more "luxury" and so he eats mostly dark chocolate

-Def the kind of guy to say he's not eating chocolate or candy and have stains all over his clothes and mouth

-Medic's manic-ness and your hyper-ness when you're on a sugar rush is. terrifying. Both of you don't stop and you both cannot.

-Both of you go on the most crazy adventures. Once you both woke up with your limbs detached and the other time you guy's switched bodies

Sniper:

-Sniper doesn't eat sweets. periodt.

-He usually just watches you go coo coo through his rifle and chuckles to himself

-even though he doesn't eat anything sweet he think it's so cute that you love sweets so much

-He goes out his way to always buy you candy when he has the time and his favorite part is holding it while you chomp into it

-Once he saw you eating oreos and he called you cookie monster and you didn't know how to feel

-He's very neutral with everything tbh..

-You always try to convince him to eat it but he just can't do it

-So he'll eat something savory while you eat something sweet so he can interact and hang out with you

Spy:

-He loves chocolate croissants...okay sorry for the french joke lmao

-seriously though he's french! France has the most bomb fucking sweets and desserts ever

-He loves Macarons, Éclairs, Profiterole and crepes

-He also really loves to tell you the history of those desserts and loves sharing his culture with you!!! <3

-He tries to calm you down whenever you have a sugar rush and usually forces you to sit down and eat desserts while he reads to you

-Loves to wipe off the cream or frosting off your face and say some horny french bullshit

-You alwaysssss beg Spy to make French pastries and he reluctantly agrees

-You both spend hours in the kitchen making food together and flirting. It's a really cute moment.

-During breaks or lunch you both eat your pastries together <333

okay so it's been a while since I posted. Hey yall! Hope you like this one <3 stay cute! Mwah xoxoxo

[cluelessatthispoint]

Hello, I apologise if this is not written very well, English is not my first language :(

I was wondering if I could ask for some head canons(?) of the mercs with a reader on their only day off, while I don't usually like when people exclude Miss Pauling from their fics, it seems that is the only way this idea would work haha. Maybe Demo brings them to a Beer Garden or Soldier discretely feeding his raccons Reader's paperwork so they will actually use their break correctly, maybe Spy even takes them put to a fancy restaurant.

I have been working for so long that im pretty sure my entire body would be screaming haha, all my friends partying, and im writing more than 20 pages of school work, studying for 6 exams, and writing 2 essays. I will need a entire month break after this, ha ha ha!

I'm sorry again if this is long or written badly :(

Love your work!! :)

I'm so happy that you like my work! And no worries! Your English is perfect!

6 exams and 2 essays are way too many! I hope that you can get some time for some self-care in! Drink plenty of water and try to get at least 7 hours of sleep in.

Warnings: NONE

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Engineer:

Trying to hang out with you on your only day off was a challenge for the resident Texan. He tried everything. From helping you with some paperwork, to threatening your boss to give you more days off. Nothing seemed to work. You always ended up being either too busy or too tired to spend time together. Finally, when it was time for you to get your scheduled day off, he brought over some of his favorite western movies and some of your favorite snacks. He wants to make sure that you are as relaxed and as carefree as possible. After all, this is your only day off this year.

Scout:

Hearing that you finally get to have a day off was like hearing the news that Tom Jones was coming to town. Scout was ecstatic! So may ideas of what to do and what to eat flew through his mind almost as fast as he could run. Early that morning he knocked on your front door and waited. He waited a full two hours before you finally came to answer the door. Looking down with a sheepish slime he forgot about your desire to finally get a chance to sleep in. When you do get out to see the town Scout takes you to the races, buys any snacks you could ever possibly want, then once the races are over, he takes you to a nice dinner and a drive-in movie.

Heavy:

Hearing that you are finally allowed to have a day off he expects you to go to the beach or stay inside and sleep for as long as you want. He didn't really expect you to still show up at the base with your arms full of paperwork to fill out. Seeing you trying to get a head start with the next day's work makes him feel sorry for you. Without saying a word, he takes the paperwork out from your hold and gives them to Pyro. Hearing your enraged shouts and cries he drags you to the nearest spa and drops you off with three big rolls of hundred-dollar bills. To ensure that you don't find a way to somehow do work he stay with you the whole time. Afterwards, he treats you to nice restaurant with a cozy and relaxing atmosphere.

Demoman:

You both have been planning the perfect day off for weeks! Waking up at 7 in the morning, Demoman would pick you up and take you somewhere nice to eat breakfast. After that He would drive you to a nice spot in the mountains to fishing and hiking. Seeing you with a big smile on your face makes him swell with pride. It hurts him to see someone so young and full of life waste their life doing a job that doesn't do much for them. He teaches you how to handle a sword, and how to properly throw an axe. After a full day in the outdoors, he takes you home and makes you a nice homecooked meal. He already is planning what do the next time you get a day off.

Sniper:

Getting a day off is a pretty big deal for the both of you. But for you, he knows how rare it is for you to get some much needed me time. He knows you so well that the first thing he does is break into your house with as little damage as possible and makes you your favorite breakfast food. What kind of Sniper would he be if he didn't know your favorite foods? After sitting down to a nice and unexpected breakfast he offers to drive you anywhere you want as long as it's not work related. In between stops to your favorite places he takes you to little Ma and Pa shops and nice restaurants. Since it's your only day off for a long, long time he's paying for everything.

Pyro:

Pyro knows that your supposed to have the day off. So, why then are you still working? Seeing you hunched over your desk singing papers makes his heart break. Today you're supposed to be having fun! Or relaxing! Not playing with stupid papers. So, like any good friend, he does what he does best. He makes a fire. Right on your desk. Of course, he knows that you always keep copies of your work, but he wants to feel free in this moment. The sound of the fire alarm sprinkle system blaring to life and the feeling of water droplets hitting your skin really evokes the wilder side of your personality. After getting the fire managed, and getting a stern talking to from Engineer, you both go to town and get some ice-cream and enjoy the feeling of no having to worry about any responsibility.

Soldier:

Despite it being your day off he cuts you no slack when it comes to getting up early and following a rigorous schedule of working out/training. After the grueling workout he commandeers the company truck and takes you on a joyride through the town and gives you a tour of "all the famous battlefields that he's fought in". His storytelling leaves you laughing till your sides are aching. Seeing as that you are having a good time, he drives you both to a good restaurant and lets you pick out anything you want. Once you're finished eating, he tells you to get into the car while he strikes up a conversation with the restaurant manager. By striking up a conversation with the manager he actually means that he's going to cause a distraction so that you both can leave without paying. You both have the time of your lives.

Medic:

He knows how much damage can be cause by not getting a single day of in a prolonged period of time can cause. He makes you a cup of coffee or tea in the morning and then accompanies you throughout the day. If you want to spend time tending to your humble garden, then he will be right there with you pruning the leaves of any plants that you might have. If you want to spend some time reading, then he will make you both a comfortable space to sit down and read. When dinner time rolls around, he will take you to a fancy restaurant, followed afterwards by a drive to the nearest and darkest hill so that you both can stargaze.

Spy:

This man spares no expense when it comes to spending the day off with you in style and luxury. If you want to relax in bed all day wearing the silk pajamas that he gifted you last week, then by all means relax. If you want to go out to see a movie followed by a nice dinner at the newest upscale restaurant in the Country, then he will book a flight there with no problem. Spy knows what it's like to be constantly working, he is a spy after all. He takes his self-care time very seriously. After a nice night out with good food and drinks, he will draw you a nice bubble bath with any of your favorite fragrances and let you soak for however long you desire. Spy is a man who knows how to pamper properly.

Miss Pauling:

This poor woman still does work even on her day(s) off. Hearing that you both share the same day off she rushes to your side and asks if she can do her paperwork with you. Sitting together doing work makes the day go by faster and the work more enjoyable. You both managed to convince the other to take regular breaks every hour or so. So, during your breaks you both would walk over to the vending machine to get a drink or walk up and down a flight of stairs just to get the blood pumping through your legs. She may not know exactly how to relax, but you both manage to get some work done before you both end up napping together on the couch.

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Ta-Da!~

All of this fic was inspired by what I would desire for my day off if I worked 27/7 all year long. :)

[a-pale-azure-moon]

Random TotK Thoughts #2

I've gotten a bit further, having completed one regional phenomenon, found a few more dragon's tears, and done some sidequests and exploring. I am having so much fun!!!

Specific things under the cut just to be safe.

-Something I forgot to mention in the first post, but how awesome is it that your horses carry over? I love that the devs included this little bonus. I spent so much time catching horses in BotW just for fun, so it's extra nice having all of my favorite ponies around for another tour of Hyrule.

-Where did Zelda find that gold horse though? How does a gold horse even exist in the first place? It even looks metallic with the way light refracts off of its coat. Bizarre. xD

-Penn's "Soar Long!" is the best/worst catchphrase ever.

-The journey up to the Wind Temple was great. Just climbing higher and higher, using the islands as "stairs" to reach the eye of the storm. I can't say I was very impressed with the dungeon itself though; it's an improvement over the Divine Beasts in terms of design, as it feels like it has its own identity rather than just repeating the same aesthetic as the shrines, but the puzzles and layout were very basic and once again, the goal was to activate five things. It's still a downgrade from a more traditional Zelda dungeon.

-I did like having to fuse a giant icicle to a broken handle though. That was a neat idea. And the Colgera boss fight was good and very fun, if a bit easy. I'd rate the whole sequence as like, a B overall, i.e. good but still has room for improvement.

-Tulin is cute as heck and his skill is useful. His headshots are even more useful (except when the enemy falls off an edge and I lose the drops, which has happened a lot). I've still found myself missing Revali's Gale a little though. :/

-I killed my first Frox in the depths on my mission to get Autobuild. It was almost completely dark since I hadn't found the next Lightroot, so it took me a minute to notice the ore deposits on its back. I kept shooting its eye and wondering why it was barely doing any damage, lol.

-Imagine my surprise when I ran into a Yiga down there, and then when Kogha showed up. I like how this is a "logical" way for him to have survived his confrontation with Link back in BotW. And that he's still an idiot who's easy to beat.

-Did Link just give Zelda his house in Hateno? (Also, I appreciate that the photo from the Champion's Ballad is still on the wall. Another nice little continuity touch.) Interesting though that the table is set for two but there's only one bed....

-After I visited Robbie at the lab and got the shrine sensor (finally), whom did I see casually flying by but Naydra! And man....I'm so psyched that you can actually land on the dragons now. I hitched a ride on her for quite awhile, and it helped me reach a couple of towers and scout for some other points of interest. And I harvested a few of her parts too, of course.

-I was surprised to discover that she goes into the depths (I assume Farosh and Dinraal do as well). I almost fell off when she started diving and then I realized we were entering a chasm. Neat!

-Also, I love how her body undulates as she flies, and she makes this soft purring/growling sound too. It's the little details like this that make the game world feel so real and immersive.

-Knowing now that Mineru tinkered with the Purah Pad in the distant past, I'm getting a headache trying to figure out if Sheikah technology derived from Zonai technology, or if it's actually the other way around because of time travel shenanigans.

-Also, you can't tell me that Zelda, the massive history nerd, didn't take at least one selfie with her great-great-great-great (etc) grandparents and many, many pictures of ancient architecture and technology while she was in the past. Somewhere on the Purah Pad is a hidden file filled with hundreds of photos that she took. Change my mind!

-I have a mighty need to know how Rauru and Sonia met and what their courtship was like. This two second interaction in Memory #2 begs for elaboration.

(She hit him with a closed fist! The look he gives her just sends me, and then he rubs the spot afterwards like it bruised.)

-I like how Sonia's reaction to Zelda is basically, "I'm taking her home with me and adopting her."

-I'll confess to my idiocy that I didn't immediately notice that Rauru has three eyes; I thought its lid and lashes were part of his facial markings (tattoos?) until I looked more closely. Does he keep it closed by choice or does it only open as a reflex in certain situations? I'm guessing the latter since Mineru's third eye is closed as well.

-It's funny to me that he literally has hair down to his heels and his sister's hair is cropped so short it's almost unnoticeable under her ears and visor. xD

-Also, bless the animators for actually using Rauru's magnificent ears to show some of his emotions. The way they twitched in Memory #3 made me grin so much.

-I think I've figured out what the major plot twist of this game's going to be. It can't be a coincidence that Mineru mentioned a forbidden power of draconification and that there was a dragon that flew right next to the Great Sky Island to allow Link to descend to Hyrule, can it? Hmm...

[drowninginredink]

Hi ciel! Thank you for tagging me! Anyway I do tag games on my main so I'm responding here instead of on schizosam.

Do you make your bed?

Absolutely not. I have a comforter in a duvet and nothing else, a) because i always kick sheets off anyway, and b) so i never have to make my bed.

What's your favorite number?

47 is pretty good. And 14. 21 is cool. I like things with 7s and 4s.

What is your job?

I am a certified nursing aide in a nursing home. Which, since I work nights, mostly means changing diapers. I really like it. I love getting to see and interact with my patients. I really like that I do stuff with my hands instead of my brain. I appreciate that my job is something that's actually good and necessary. And I really, really like being in a field where i can work nights. It works much better with my natural night owl sleep schedule, i do not get perceived as much which is great when you are trans, and it means that i have a good amount of downtime that i use to write fic.

If you could go back to school, would you?

Eventually I will go to nursing school, but i want to transition first. I'm just not going to be able to handle being back in school until I'm comfortable with my body.

Can you parallel park?

Dude i don't even drive because of schizophrenia. Nooooo

A job you had that would surprise people?

Well given how trans I ended up, it's probably a surprise that I had an internship for Girl Scouts. Not going to say more than that so i don't doxx myself, but yeah, I did 13 years of Girl Scouts... And then ended up a dude.

Do you think aliens are real?

Oh yeah, they've got to be, but I can't say I expect us to find them in my lifetime.

Can you drive a manual car?

Again, do not drive at all because I dissociate too much for it to be safe.

What's your guilty pleasure?

Uh, not to sound pretentious, but I don't feel guilty about the things I like? Uh... I eat too much sugar. I read a lot of non-con and dub-con and incest fanfic. I jerk off a lot. I spend too much time playing a phone game called Township.

Tattoos?

Two. One that's a half-sleeve that i commissioned that's a whole bunch of symbols of me throughout the years that's basically a memorial to my pre-transition self, and then also the VFD tattoo from A Series of Unfortunate Events.

Favorite color?

Red

Favorite type of music?

Well, I listen to indie folk most often, but nothing lights me up like listening to musical theater. Like, you wouldn't know it thaaaaat much from my presence on here, but I am in fact the biggest theater geek you'll meet and it is the interest I can go on about for longest. The history, the craft, the art of revivals... yeah if you ever want a theater opinion, I have it. Also I fucking adore The Pet Shop Boys in the way you can only love whoever was your favorite musical artist when you were 14. Of course, that's entirely reasonable because they're goddamn brilliant.

Do you like puzzles?

Yes. I haven't done a real, honest to god puzzle in forever. I should clear off my table and do one. Note to self. Although yes, I love other puzzles too. I was super addicted to Sudoku for a bit.

Any phobias?

No, not really. There are some topics that I'm weird about because schizophrenia (namely religion) but no actual phobias.

Favorite childhood sport?

Oh I did one thing, and I loved it, and that was dance. I did so much dance. Fuck I miss it. The local community theater is doing Newsies this year and I can't wait to tap dance again.

Do I talk to myself?

YES, and I address myself by name so much, and it is always my deadname. Which I guess is good given that I'm not super out yet, but also it's annoying.

What movies do you adore?

I really don't watch movies because it's very much "yeah okay, but like. I could watch a musical instead." So instead, this is going to be an excuse to list my favorite musicals:

1. Phantom of the Opera. Which is mostly nostalgia. It was the first musical I ever loved. No score will ever hit me quite like that one. God the music is good. And I do think it's a really good case study because though it very much is about style and spectacle and not substance, it is still only works so well because it has such a sophisticated, well-developed theme.

2. Falsettos. I genuinely think it's a perfect musical. I can think of only one flaw with it, and it's that I don't like the jokes about Cordelia being a bad caterer. I think those are hacky. Everything else? Every lyric and melody and character beat? Utterly perfect.

3. Company. Did you know that aromanticism the musical exists, and that it came out in 1970? It is absolutely the story of an alloaro trying to figure out what the hell romance is and why people do it now that they're old enough that having not settled down is weird. And it's got a Sondheim score. Such a fantastic score.

4. 42nd Street. Look. The story does not matter. At all. But it is a phenomenal show for tap dancing, and I'm a dancer at heart. And it's got a score full of 30s songs and I love that old musical theater style. If you ever get the chance to see it in person, I recommend it.

5. Cats. I know why so many people hate Cats. It is dramatic and theatrical and is just a bunch of cats doing numbers introducing themselves with no plot. That's exactly why I love it. It's like drag. Every cat goes in and struts their stuff for a number. I know who I am; that is my shit. The score is fun and the dancing is great.

Anyway all of these have professional recordings made of them, so technically they're all movies. I recommend watching all of them except 42nd Street. I think that particular production of 42nd Street has shitty choreography.

By the way, hey ciel, if you like The Phantom of the Opera and camp disasters, you need to watch Love Never Dies. God, I adore it. Absolutely so bad it is good. Just, bad in the best, most intoxicating, most fascinating way. I love it.

Coffee or tea?

Tea. Coffee is gross. I really like pretty much any kind of tea.

First thing you wanted to be when you grew up?

I genuinely don't remember ever having any idea what I'd want to do when I grew up until at age 9 they made me write an essay about it and I was like "uh... I do a lot of theater so I guess an actor?" But as an actual kid I was always like "there are so many options. I have no idea"

Okay, so, it's long as hell so absolutely no pressure, but if @thewormarchives @ven10 @thetreetzar @cat-boy-tom @70snasagay @closetedangel @roach-in-the-kitchen @thehistoryone and @randosfandos want to do it, hell yeah!

tag game!

thank you for the tag, @according2thelore 🥰

Do you make your bed? i basically live in my bed, so no. i want it cozy and making it makes it un-cozy.

What's your favorite number? 3! or rather, repeating 3s. my mom and i look for repeating 3s out in the wild ever since she heard about some kinda christian number thing relating to angels (idk i don't go there), and it's become a whole Thing. i like that we can share it :)

What is your job? i do translations...! spanish and japanese, mostly. i translated a video game last year too which i'm very proud of!

If you could go back to school, would you? yeah tbh. i hated school for disability reasons, but i really enjoy sitting in lectures and learning things. structured learning is great and super easy so i'd love to return. i'd be the kind of person who would get like 20 masters degrees if college were free.

Can you parallel park? noooo..... i never got that far lmao. i don't have a license and i would like it to stay that way for as long as i can get away with it. peace and love ✨

A job you had that would surprise people? i did an internship with the linguistics department while i was an undergrad where i helped do some menial work for a larger research project the school was conducting? i sucked at it though, lol

Do you think aliens are real? statistically speaking there's basically no way there's NO other life in the universe, so yes i do. i'm even fairly confident there has to be intelligent life outside of humans somewhere out there. i do not have any belief in any kind of alien life form having made contact with earth, though.

Can you drive a manual car? yes, actually. which is apparently shocking to people, considering i don't even have a license lmao

What's your guilty pleasure? i have an addiction to solitaire? i downloaded the app about a year ago but i am on level 329. ok girl get a grip

Tattoos? none yet, but i've had my first tattoo figured out since i was in high school. i just don't want to deal with the cost and care of it (lazy + poor...)

Favorite color? a very warm, light pink! almost peach-colored.

Favorite type of music? folk music :) and by folk i mean like. literally the songs people sang around a campfire 300 years ago. like dúlamán and the irish rover and rolling the woodpile and whatnot. but i also really like more modern folk music (big fan of umm santiano, plumbo, celtic woman, the builders and the butchers, mumford & sons, poor man's poison, the longest johns, stuff like that...) and country music. basically a bunch of genres along that sort of continuum.

Do you like puzzles? puzzles like jigsaw puzzles? i hate them, but once i start doing them i can't stop. logic puzzles or whatever are totally my jam, though. seriously i love them so much. i'm not interested in more hands-on puzzles like blocks and stuff.

Any phobias? nnnnno. i was scared of the ocean (specifically and exclusively trenches inside the ocean) growing up but then i got over that, and i've been working on getting over my fear of bugs so they're not super scary anymore either. i also used to suffer from trypophobia but it really hasn't been much of a problem in recent years. idk what happened there, though.

Favorite childhood sport? olympic-level sleeping? idk i tried a lot of sports at my mother's request when i was a kid, but i didn't like any of them. now i enjoy ice skating, but i live in the deep south where it's 80F nine months out of the year so like. lmfao

Do you talk to yourself? YES it's a generational thing. everyone on my mom's side of the family does it so i just picked it up naturally. i make myself laugh constantly ✨

What movies do you adore? my letterboxd Top Four are: the witch (2015), death becomes her (1992), the phantom of the opera (2004), and showgirls (1995) so it's kind of all over the place. i like movies with either very strong, well written stories or campy dumpster fires—NO in-between. the more artistic a movie is, the more likely i am to enjoy it. some other movies that really stand out to me

la sociedad de la nieve (2023)

late night with the devil (2023)

midsommar (2019)

the love witch (2016)

creep (2014)

mamma mia! (2008)

master and commander (2003)

zoolander (2001)

o brother, where art thou? (2000)

ravenous (1999)

romeo + juliet (1996)

the mountain men (1980)

the devils (1971)

beyond the valley of the dolls (1970)

so you can make of that what you will.

Coffee or tea? i don't actually like either unless you count southern sweet tea? i like chick-fil-a and mcdonald's sweet tea... but i drink almost exclusively water. if i'm feeling fancy, i like lemonade or like... craft root beer specifically. or sarsaparilla?

First thing you wanted to be when you grew up? an architect is the earliest i can remember back to, but i switched my passion project every couple of months and never really settled on anything.

i'm really bad at tagging, but let's go with ummmm... @schizosamwincester, @sam-winchesters-gay-lover, and @aceing-on-the-cake! no pressure though haha

[usamey]

1 and 3!!

AWWWWW YISSSSSS!! (thank you so much jenna!!!!)

1) Your FO is watching you, love in their eyes and filled with adoration. What does that look like, and how does it feel?

AAAAAA *hyperventilates* OKAY SO IT LOOKS LIKE THIS

AND IT FEELS LIKE THIS

3) None of us are perfect, what are your favourite imperfections your F/O has, and what would they say yours are? Do they compliment one another, or work against one another? Do you ever discuss this between you?

OKEY THIS BE LONG AS ALL F U C K (like damn, this is too in depth)

(TLDR: I love literally (not figuratively) everything about Scout. We should not be put in the same room together.)

My favourite imperfections on him are ALL OF THEM.

I have tried and tried but I simply cannot find a notable flaw on this man.

A flaw is defined as something that tarnishes the quality of something. The thing is, all Scout’s “flaws” make him BETTER, so he really doesn't have flaws.

His buck teeth? Gorgeous. Adorable. Perfect. They’re cute in a quirky kind of way. And they make some of the words he says sound so FLIPPIN CUTE i cannot STAND IT

His lanky / scrawny stature? There is nothing wrong with it!! Yes, boy needs to eat, but his metaspbolism simply cannot keep up with him! That’s just his body! Body positivity, people! If Heavy is beautiful, then so is my boy!! (I HATE when people gas up heavy- all “my big teddy bear uwu” AND THEN POO POO SCOUT!! GRRR THIS IS STICKPHOBIA!!!!)

His personality? Magnifcent. Amazing. Spectacular. I love everything (and i mean EVERYTHING) about it.

He’s a lil loud, but that just means he’s excitable! He talks a lot, but there’s nun wrong with that! It’s his love language! I could listen to him speak forever and not get the teensiest bit irritable! He’s cocky, but that makes him fun! We’re so used to self deprecation, I think he’s quite refreshing! Like- yeah! You do look incredibly handsome in that! You are the best member on the team! You did great out there! He tries too hard sometimes, but at least he tries! He’s passionate! And determined! He may not be book smart, but that’s not the only kind of intelligence! (plus, idiocy is cute, ok?😤)

I challenge you to find a flaw of Scout’s, You can’t.

(ok but seriously my favourite ‘imperfection’ of his is his cheesiness. like his flirty-sleazy-stinky-dirty-fuckboy personality? cannot get ENOUGH of that shit. its like being hooked on mcdonalds- it sucks and its garbage but godDAMN it is GOOD)

Scout’s favourite imperfections of mine? Uhhhh good question. Moving on- (lmao jk. I like to think it’s a mutual thing. He likes all my nonsense too!  AH! I GOT IT!! HE ADORES MY LOUDNESS!!! I am a loudass irl who cannot shut up and always speaks in an ‘outdoor voice’. I also dress, act, and think really loudly and he thinks its Very Endearing.)

Our flaws would work GREAT together- in the worst possible way. 

What I mean by that is I am incredibly similar to Scout (like I am literally just Scout but less funny and good looking). So it’s pretty much just putting two Scouts together, which is what most call “a headache.”

We both have ADHD: I have inattentive and he has hyperactive. We bounce off of each other (both literally and figuratively). For example, I have horrible memory and Scout loves to talk, so he could talk on and on about the same damn thing and I’ll sit there in awe like it’s the first time I’ve heard it. OOOH OR!!! I verbally stim a LOT and it’s often rhythmic and I hc that Scout stims by drumming his hands on things so I’ll be makin noises tryna focus and he’ll make a beat out of it and its GREAT :DDDDDDD

We don’t discuss it directly, per se, but it’s more of:

“DUDE YOU READ MY MIND AGAIN!!!”

“ITS LIKE WE’RE ALWAYS ON THE SAME WAVELENGTH BRO”

(In summary: Scout is perfect and I love him and we are both idiots <3)

[catzz-z]

i NEED him

Ghost x male reader

Smut

Female aligned dni <3

Anyways hi guys thx for the likes on my other post I’ve been to embarrassed to actually re read it myself so it means a lot that you guys actually like the story I made I feel like the other one was to bleh so I’m trying to make this story longer and more slow burn ig idk if you have any advice or opinions that would be greatly appreciated anyways on with the story and I know it’s not November but just act like it is cause I just had this idea today c/n = code name

Me and soap were talking about nnn making jokes and what not, then soap had the idea to make a bet “whoever fails this month has to pay the other 50 bucks” “bold of you to assume I’d fail Soap Mactavish” “ We’ll see about that y/n”. ghost walks in and at this point me and soap are still joking around about the bet and saying who’s going to win or whatever. I’d describe ghost as a person who would immediately shut down me and soaps stupid talk but it seemed like today was different instead he asked us what we were talking about me and soap looked at each other and bursted out laughing.

Ghost looked at us confused to say the least “It’s nothing me and soap were just making a stupid bet” ghost sounded intrigued “what was the bet about?” Soap spoke up “ whoever fails this month at nnn has to pay the other 50 dollars but obviously I’ll be the winner” I hit soap on his arm “yeah right loser I’ll be the one to win” me and soap shared a laugh and the bet was set into motion.

Week 1

While me and soap were sitting down on the couch watching some bad rom-com movie ghost walked into the room he said something about going out for the day I didn’t pay attention to him because unfortunately even if the movie was terrible it had me hooked but for some odd reason I felt eyes burning into the back of my head but whatever must’ve been my imagination. Soap spoke up “ Ghost was staring you down like no tomorrow what did you do to him” “me?! I didn’t do anything what did you do to him?” “ yeah whatever you say y/n”

Week 2

Jesus. This was going to be harder than I first thought I never realized how many things that ghost did that got me worked up his stupid jokes how he looks at me with his eyes his voice sounding angelic and made just for me but there was no way I’d lose a bet I’m not about to lose 50 dollars just because I can’t restrain myself I’ll just try to distract myself. I felt Someone tap on my shoulder I whipped around only to be face to face with ghost “what are you doing here c/n?” “Jesus you scared me- uh nothing I was just scouting out the area” ghost looked at me skeptical “ ok just get back to your original post and don’t leave without alerting someone it could’ve been dangerous” “don’t worry about litte ol me ghost you know I can handle myself” ghost stayed silent and walked away I just pray he didn’t hear me silently screaming after he left the grip he has on me dear lord I start heading back to my original post oh well I think to myself just need to push through.

Week 3

Holy I feel like my whole body is on fire. Today is an off day so everyone does there own individual thing but today was just not my day soap suggested we all played spin the bottle at first I thought sure why not I’m bored so maybe this will pass the time but now here I am stuck in a closet with ghost for the next 7 minutes I just thank whatever god was watching me because I knew I looked like a tomato right about now. I could feel his body pressing up against mine and I swear I was getting hotter by the second and I guess it showed because ghost spoke up “Jesus love you’re burning up the room calm down will you?” Oh.my.god I think to myself did he just say what I think he said I feel like I’m about to die “y-yeah sorry about that” “loosen up a litte won’t you?” I felt him tilt my chin up and lean in closer for a kiss “oh my ghosh” I thought to myself “is this really happening?” But finally I felt our lips connect and it felt amazing his rough hands pulling me closer and grabbing my waist his lips felt surprisingly soft for a guy who seems so rough I could smell his cologne and when he bit my bottom lip for entrance I couldn’t resist we started exploring each other mouths trying to fight over who’d be the dominant one but unfortunately for me he won I slowly moaned into the kiss and felt him smirk against my lips when we parted I felt like I was drunk off of him I needed him but I can’t loose that bet but dear lord he started going in for a kiss again but this time going lower and giving me hickies anywhere he could give me I felt his lust radiating off of him I couldn’t take it anymore I needed him whatever I can loose some stupid bet I just need him he started to unbuckle my pants when we heard the door opening I quickly fixed my self up and ghost scowled and whispered “ next time love” when soap opened up the door he let out a howl of laughter “ Look at you two huh? Your face is a little red there y/n” “Eat a dick soap” I decided that, that was enough spin the bottle for me so I went back into my room not realizing that ghost was staring me down with nothing but lust and love behind his eyes.

Week 4

After the fiasco of spin the bottle I couldn’t look ghost in the eye I felt so embarrassed every-time he looked at me but oh my he’s so hot whatever I just need to focus on the task at hand which was scouting out the area with soap I stepped in the room first signaling that it was safe for soap to come in afterwards he spoke to me “ so what was all that back at spin the bottle” I froze “none of your business soap shut up” he chuckled “oh? Are you sure about that because to me it seems like you’re getting a litte to worked up over it” I sighed “whatever soap just shut up” “whatever you say y/n just remember who’s going to be gaining 50 dollars on December 1st” “yeah as if you’d win soap now be quiet I hear someone”. After the mission I plopped myself down on the couch and just started thinking about the whole spin the bottle situation I mean I don’t know did ghost even mean it? Maybe he did I mean I’m pretty sure he meant it. I mean if he didn’t then why would he have told me next time love remembering his voice gave me butterflies in my stomach the things he could do to me with just his voice he’s just so hot. I heard someone walk in it was ghost “ You look like a mess.” I sighed “I was just about to leave ” god it was so awkward maybe he didn’t mean to kiss me whatever I’m just going to leave. Before I was even able to get up from the couch ghost pinned me down “Where do you think you’re going?” My breath hitched I couldn’t speak “come on now love don’t you want to continue what we started?” He started to unbuckle my pants and take off my shirt “look at how beautiful you look under me” I looked away embarrassed “oh come on now love don’t look away” he started to take off his clothing and lower himself onto me he propped me up so I was straddling his thighs I felt his bulge push against mine and i tried shifting to get some type of pleasure but his hands came down to hold my waist he chuckled “Eager now are we?” He flipped me over so I was on my back he slowly reached down to take of my boxers my cock sprung up already leaking with pre-cum “have you ever done this before?” I shook my head no “use your words darling” my breath stopped at the new nickname “ n-no I haven’t” slight whimpers falling from my mouth he chuckled darkly “ well just keep on making those noises for me love” he spat on his finger about to push in when we heard someone coming I shot up and scrambled to get my clothes on before throwing ghost clothes at his face “Sorry ghost maybe next time” and i ran off into the bathroom to fix myself up when I got out of the bathroom ghost was on the couch with soap talking about whatever I decided that I needed some fresh air so I stepped out once I went back inside it was only soap on the couch now I asked him where ghost went but he said he kind of just got up and left oh well I thought and sat down with soap.

Week 5

Finally my last week after this week I would just need two more days so that this challenge can be done soap hasn’t given up yet but neither have I. Today was supposed to be somewhat normal it was just me and ghost at the base but hey whatever right? Wrong whenever I tried to mind my own business I felt him staring me down from across the room I swear I felt chills on my neck so I decided that enough was enough and went up to him “hey I was planning to try and cook with whatever we have around here if you’d like you can eat with me” this was so awkward I think to myself “ yeah sure I’ll eat with you” well hey that went easier than expected now it’s just time to make some food. (Make whatever food you want) after preparing my meal and letting it cook off for a litte i called out to ghost “ hey.. uh I finished cooking if you want any” I set the table for me and me only I truly wasn’t really expecting him to show up to eat even if we were in the same area but to my surprise he actually came so I took up another play and served him. While we were eating no one dared to say anything until he finally broke the ice “Y/n we need to talk” my breathing started slow increasing “About what?” “About what’s been happening between us” “oh.. that yeah man don’t worry about it I won’t tell anyone” he looked like he was about to say something but stopped I felt like I could cut the tension with a knife. But Jesus I couldn’t stop sneaking looks at him he’s just so beautiful I love how muscular his arms feel not that I’m not fit myself but he makes me feel so safe ever since the spin the bottle incident I can’t look at him the same I mean not like I ever did just see him as a friend but still his beautiful eyes looking into mine how I feel like I get intoxicated off of him. His soft and rough arms grabbing me and pulling me closer to hold and kiss Jesus the things I would do for him. I didn’t realize I had been staring at him for like a minute now until he called my name “hey y/n you look kind of dazed there you alright?” “Oh yeah sorry I’m fine I’ll clean up don’t worry I just need to use the bathroom.” I quickly ran to the bathroom fuck I thought to myself I can’t do it anymore the way he’s been looking at me and how we’ve been so close but yet so far I can’t do it I don’t care if I lose some stupid bet I can’t handle it anymore I unbuckled my pants and pulled down my boxers.

Change of POV

Fuck. Ghost thought to himself he couldn’t even get his feelings out to y/n he felt stupid he started to clean up after himself until he heard a gasp in the bathroom he went down the hall to check up on y/n

Back to original POV

I can’t even think right now he’s so beautiful and perfect I can’t do it my body gets so hot and worked up whenever I think of him I can’t do it I heard the door open and and looked up to only find ghost staring at me. Hiccups falling out of my mouth I need him “ p-please help me” he quickly came in and shut the door he quickly grabbed my hands “ No. I’ve been waiting for this all day love just thinking about you being underneath me moaning and cumming just for me” I quickly nodded tears still falling from my eyes I need him now I can’t take it anymore he picked me up and carried me to his room he set me down on his bed and started to undress I felt his eyes on me and looked away “come on now darling you look so beautiful underneath me waiting patiently” I can’t look at him I’m too embarrassed my head still tucked away into my arm he started to kiss and nip at my neck until he hit a certain spot I let out an embarrassing loud moan he started to abuse that spot on my neck until it turned purple I was out of breath by the time he was done “ what’s the matter love? Getting all worked up over a litte kiss?” He looked down and noticed my cock dripping with pre-cum he started to wrap his fingers around my cock slowly jerking me off “please go faster” he chuckled at started to go faster I moaned and arched my back my eyes rolling into the back of my head but before I could arrive he suddenly stopped I whined “I want you to cum when I’m inside you” I let out a whine “please just please I need you please” when I spoke that seems to set off a switch in ghosts head “repeat yourself for me?” I looked away embarrassed “come on now love why don’t you tell me how desperate you are for me huh?” I tried to grind onto his hips but he grabbed my waist to keep me still “repeat what you said go on I want to hear you say it” he was looking at me I can feel it “please I need you Simon” he chuckled darkly “whatever you say darling” he pushed me onto my back and aligned himself with my hole “this may sting a little but you’ll get used to it” he pushed himself in he was right it hurt a little but I got used to it he slowly started thrusting into me trying to find my g-spot I couldn’t even pay attention to what he was saying at this point my brain had turned to mush he was so beautiful. He suddenly hit a certain spot that made me arch my back he laughed “found it” I couldn’t process what was happening I just felt good “mmh more please right there” he continued to thrust into me hitting that certain spot over and over again I started to bite at his neck “Please please please” I didn’t even know what I was begging for at this point but he seemed to know what I was begging for he took one of his hands off my waist and started to stroke me I arched my back and started to rut into his hand “Go on cum on me you’ve been so good for me” I couldn’t take it anymore his eyes staring into mine how his voice made me feel butterflies in my stomach I couldn’t take it tears started rolling down my eyes he was making me feel so good he chuckled “cum for me darling” that was what pushed me over the edge it felt like my vision was going white it felt blissful I continued to rut into his hand until I rode out my high but he wasn’t done he continued thrusting into me losing his pace and grunting “ you look so beautiful for me right now my beautiful boy” he buried his hips into me and came he sloppily thrusted in and out riding out his high before finally pulling out “you did so good for me love” I was slowly falling asleep and finally closed my eyes when I woke up I was in ghost room I groggily got up trying to remember what happened last night ghost walked in “your awake I made some food I’ll be back” I went I to the kitchen in one of ghost sweat shirts and sweatpants only to find ghost chuckling at me “Shut it soap I’ll pay you just lay off” while I walked back to ghost room I could hear soap laughing his ass off whatever I thought to myself it’s just some stupid bet.

The end

Hi this has been marinating in my drafts for awhile lol but uh any advice on this or my other story are appreciated and again sorry I don’t really know ghost character I just think he’s hot but I hope you guys enjoyed and see you when I decide to post again

[mackenzielovee]

Hi, I loved crazy love. Literally I become obsessed, so I was wondering if you could write something about them when they are moving to their new apartment near to college and both of their families are helping them to have everything in order, but Rafe only want them to leave to be all alone with you in their new home. Maybe a little bit of smut?

a/n: this idea had my heart bc i'd really been wanting to write something like this ;) i hope you enjoy! thanks so much for the request!

Warnings: swearing, smut, mentions of planned pregnancy, discussion of sex

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my writing

our home: crazy love blurb - rafe cameron

"No, no a little to the left. Ward, are you listening to me?"

You sigh as you set the very last box down on the kitchen counter, stealing a glance at Rafe, who is sitting on your new couch. His head is in his hands as he listens to his parents bicker back and forth, trying to hang up the painting they had bought the two of you. Rose had gushed over it when she bought it, telling you it would match the rest of your decor perfectly.

"Of course, darling. You're talking loud enough," Ward gripes, shifting the painting to the left as Rose demands.

"Oh, come on, now. Back over to the right-"

"It's straight!" Rafe raises his voice, standing up from the couch.

You inhale sharply and step into the living room of your new apartment, wrapping an arm around him to try and calm him down. Ever since his parents and Wheezie arrived with the moving truck to help you both, he's been on edge. When your parents showed up with Macy, you thought he was about to go into cardiac arrest.

"Actually, I think it might just be straight," Rose nods, "Good eye, Rafe."

"Thanks so much," he remarks sarcastically.

"Hey," you whisper to him, trying to tell him to quit being mean to his step-mom, "They're here to help, remember?"

Rafe rolls his eyes, "I could do this shit myself."

"Because you're such a handy man?" you snort.

Rafe clenches his jaw as he looks down at you, but can't help the smirk on his face. He pulls you closer to him, leaving a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"Where did Macy and Wheezie go? They should start on those kitchen boxes," Rose tells Ward, stepping away from her husband to look for them.

"We can handle the kitchen boxes," Rafe tells her.

"Y/N?" Rose looks to you for a final answer.

You glance up at Rafe only for a second, noting the look on his face, then nod your head in agreement.

"I like the kitchen organized a certain way, anyway," you tell her with a smile.

She nods her head, "All right. Ward and I can start on your sheets-"

"Y/N's parents are taking care of that," Rafe informs her.

Wheezie and Macy come tumbling into the front door, running past all of you and into your bedroom with your parents.

"What the hell are those two up to?" Ward questions.

Wheezie and Macy have become as thick as thieves, the best of friends, over the summer. One day, you'd shown up at Rafe's only to find your sister in her kitchen with Wheezie, baking away. Ever since then, you and Rafe have had to be extra quiet upstairs.

Rose and Ward step toward your bedroom as well, which is down a small hallway just off the kitchen. Rafe grabs your hand and yanks you with him, following the crowd of people.

"Can everyone get out of our bedroom, please?" Rafe grumbles, standing behind his father and watching your parents finish up making your bed.

Your parents had not been crazy about you and Rafe living together right as you both make the transition to college. You had cried, begged, threatened to not go to school, and even dragged Rafe over for a family dinner so all of you could talk the situation out. You'd never seen Rafe's face so red as the night he had to sit at a dinner table and discuss with your father how the two of you would be sleeping in the same bed.

When your parents found out that the Camerons would be financing your rent bill, however, the living situation had changed. Your parents hadn't realized how expensive dorm living is, and the thought of not having to pay for housing on top of tuition sounded like a dream come true.

Which is how you land in your new, empty kitchen, trying to hold Rafe back from killing every family member the two of you currently have within arms reach.

"It's quarter to three," your dad tells your mother over your bed.

"Macy," your mom speaks, "Get your stuff, honey. We have to get going."

"Yeah," Rafe perks up, earning the attention of his parents, "You guys should get moving, too. Y'know, lots of traffic, and Wheezie's got that thing early in the morning."

Wheezie opens her mouth to speak, but stops suddenly when Rafe gives her the death stare. She looks to you, to which you just shrug, and then turns back to her parents.

"What thing?" Rose asks her. Ward's phone buzzes in his pocket, earning his attention.

"Uh," Wheezie hesitates, looking to Rafe once more.

"Girl scout meeting," Rafe blurts.

You cover your face with your free hand to try and prevent Rose from seeing your laughter. You truly have no idea where Rafe gets this idea that Wheezie is old enough to be in girl scouts. Wheezie narrows her eyes at him, shaking her head slightly.

"Girl scout?" Rose questions to herself, still trying to figure it out when Ward speaks up, eyes still glued to his phone.

"Wheezie, get your stuff. You won't want to be tired in the morning at your meeting."

Wheezie rolls her eyes but does as she's told, making her way out of your bedroom and down the hall to collect her things in the living room.

"Seriously, Rafe?" she hisses, "Girl scouts? I'm fourteen-"

"Shut up, Wheeze," Rafe says back to her through gritted teeth.

Wheezie turns to you, "He's your problem, now."

"Oh, boy, do I know it," you tease Rafe, smiling with Wheezie. She laughs, but it's short lived when Rafe shoves her away.

"Get your shit," he mutters.

"Stop it," you demand, stepping in front of him and holding onto his forearms as they are wrapped around your waist.

The one thing you love about Rafe more than anything is how he always shows affection to you, even if your parents or his parents are around. He just doesn't seem to care about anyone except you.

"I want them to go," he defends himself, keeping his voice quiet, "I just want to be alone with you. In our home. I didn't realize that was such a difficult request."

You smile up at your fussy boy, dragging one hand up to his face to stroke his cheek. You can faintly hear your families moving around the two of you, but you're too lost in your own little world to think too much about it.

"Be patient," you whisper to him.

He smirks, "Will you make it worth my while?"

You give him back the same look, loving the way he smirks at you and allows his eyes to rake over every inch of your face and torso. It takes everything in him not to just grab you by the throat and kiss the hell out of you, only controlling himself because your dad is ten feet away.

"Don't I always?"

Rafe groans, trying his best to keep his composure. He has to close his eyes as he continues to whine, knowing that if he keeps looking at you, he'll be hard in no time.

"All right," Rafe says loudly, tugging himself away from you, "Thanks for coming, everyone, but we have a lot to unpack here. Dad, Rose, Wheezie, I'll show you to the door."

You snicker as you watch him attempt to lead his confused family out the door. You turn to your own family, giving hugs and promising to call whenever you can. Rose refuses to leave without giving you a hug, which pisses Rafe off, as he's gotten Ward and Wheezie out successfully and only needs one more.

Rose promises to send flowers, one that match the color scheme of course, and tells you she'll call you to check on Rafe, since he doesn't bother to return her calls. You give Wheezie a hug and give Ward a polite smile and wave from the doorway.

The second they're all out the door, Rafe slams the door shut and locks it before any of them can decide they forgot something.

"Ah, free at last," you joke.

Rafe turns around, licking his lips as he thinks about how you two finally have an empty house and he has you all to himself. No distractions, no parents, no little sisters listening intently at the door for secrets and drama. He eyes you up and down once, and when he brings his blue orbs to meet yours again, you know what he's thinking.

"Come here," he demands, but he can't help himself.

That boy rushes over to you, pushing you up against the wall in the entryway of your new apartment, kissing you as if his life depends on it. You accept his kiss without a second thought, allowing your hands to wrap themselves around his neck.

"Up," he mutters against your lips, hands guiding themselves to your waist as you jump up and let him position himself in between your legs, wrapping them around his torso.

He moves his kisses to your cheek, then your jawline, then your neck, while his hands relentlessly roam your ass.

"Rafe," you say, tilting your neck to give him more space.

"Hmm," he hums against your skin, not stopping or slowing down for anything.

"I really do have to unpack the kitchen if you want to eat dinner tonight," you tell him, although you're fully aware he would never set you down for anything right now.

"Not hungry."

"Rafe-"

"I think," he stops you, wet kisses trailing your collarbone, "We should fuck everywhere. Y'know, break the place in."

Even though you two have been together for a while, him saying things like that to you always seems to send tingles through your whole body. He always knew what to say, what to do, to get you riled up in all the right ways.

"That would take us all night," you whisper, smirking because you already know what he's going to say.

"Fine with me, baby."

You smile, then reach down and grab ahold of his cheek with your hand. You lead his lips back to yours, kissing him harder than you had been before. He moans into your mouth and you know you have him right where you want him now.

"Kitchen first?" he questions, breathless, "Or should we mess up that pretty little bed your parents just made up?"

The raspiness in his voice gets you going, enough for him to notice you squirming in his grip. He grins, knowing exactly what it is you need.

"Kitchen," you tell him, watching as he barely nods before he kisses you again, carrying you over and setting you on the counter.

With ease, he removes your shorts and underwear, dropping his own shorts to the floor beneath him. He kicks all of the clothes away, knowing the two of you won't be needing them for a very long time.

"I can't wait, baby," he mumbles, excusing his lack of foreplay.

You shake your head, and he already knows you don't mind based on the way you're dripping onto the granite, "Please, Rafe."

He smirks and then grunts as he enters you, breathing out a sigh of relief that you two are finally home.

By the time you and Rafe even make it to your bedroom, he has to carry you because your legs can't physically function anymore. Rafe's proud of his work, but pretended to pout when he finished you off on the couch and you told him you needed a break.

He lays you down on your new, freshly made bed, moving the pillows out of your way and tucking you underneath the duvet. He climbs in beside you and molds you into his body almost instantly, inhaling your shampoo scent and perfume, thinking about how perfect this moment truly is.

"I can't believe it," he whispers.

"I know."

"Our home."

"Yes, it is."

You two lay there for a while, staring out at the tens of boxes that have each of your names written on them, just begging to be unpacked. You're sure Rafe's boxes will still be sitting there in two weeks, as he had packed a separate duffle bag of his 'essential' belongings.

"You know," he starts after a while, a devious smirk finding it's way to his cheeks, "The next big step is having a mini you. Or a mini me. But, I'd rather have a mini you."

"We just moved into our college apartment and you're talking about impregnating me," you laugh, as if to ask him if he's serious.

"She'll be so cute," he goes on, "A little girl that looks just like you. And she'd have your smarts, thank God, because she'd be screwed with mine. But she'd have my humor, of course."

"Of course?" you tease him.

"And then we'll have a boy."

"Wow, Rafe Cameron, you really just have this all figured out," you move your head up to look at him, noting the small, cheesy smile plastered across his face.

"I do, baby. He'll be a hellion, though. Never listening, always running away, but a total momma's boy. Never wants you to leave his side-"

"So, just like his dad, then?" you grin, watching Rafe clench his jaw and shake his head.

"Break's over," he grunts, rolling you on your back and climbing on top of you, "We're trying, now."

"No, we're not," you say forcefully.

Rafe rolls his eyes, "I'm joking. We'll wait until, like, junior year or something."

"Rafe."

"Fine. But the second you walk across that stage with your diploma, I'm putting a baby in you."

"Deal."

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Leo with prompt #8 please

Pretty pretty pretty please

With so many thank you on top. You're writing sends me into the best mood.

Aww shucks it always makes me happy to hear that!

Rated Explicit (18+ only)

Leo was an asshole.

Not just in general terms, an obvious statement that Raph could literally break his neck agreeing with you, but Leo was an honest to god asshole.

You wanted to throttle him. Possibly even slap him. Maybe knock over one of his bonsai trees.

Okay that would be cruel at the very least, guy loves his bonsais, but...

You felt another jolt rip through your body causing the drink in your hand to slosh about. Some of it spilled on the hardwood floor and by the looks of it Vern would have a coronary due to it. April placed a hand on your shoulder, concern in her eyes. “You alright y/n? You look a little in pain?” She was only looking out for you but the only thought in your brain was to just yell, ‘Leo is a fucking asshole’.

Speaking of said asshole, he was over by the billiards table, resting against it while Casey and Raph had their latest competitive bought. The blue banded leader was the very picture of innocence, hell he wasn’t even drinking the god damn boy scout. “Hey Leo, you ready to get your ass handed as soon I finish handing it to your brother” Casey rested his weight on the billiards stick, possibly another coronary for Vern who had them imported from some fancy woodwork place.

Leo was busy looking at his phone, his thumb running across the screen in a nonchalant flick. “Might have to rain check that one, Case” His expression was neutral, bored at best. “Oh come on man, my birthday my rules” The birthday boy in question frowned, even more so when a ball was knocked into the corner pocket where he was standing. “Sorry, chief Vincent has been texting me all night updates of a new case” He flicked his thumb more rapidly, Casey assumed probably pictures of the possible offenders.

“Are we working later?” Was Raph’s question as he lined up another shot, which Casey prayed he would miss. He didn’t naturally.

“I’ll let you know, but doesn’t seem so” Leo actually felt proud of himself, an honest to goodness lie out of his own mouth. You would be proud of him, if you weren’t busy glaring daggers at him.

The situation was the following, you had only yourself to blame, but it had occurred to you to incorporate some outside play with Leo. So, you had purchased a remote control vibrator, a fancy little egg shaped thing that was currently resting inside your underwear. It could be controlled remotely via a phone app and while Leo wasn’t big on public stunts like this, that reptile part of his brain was yelling in excitement.

Two hours.

Casey’s little birthday party had been active for two hours. Which meant a that Leo had been running dangerous circles around his phone screen and you were already forgetting how to walk and talk at the same time. Vern’s penthouse was a little more packed than the usual gang it could inhabit, a few off duty officers that Casey hung out with and knew the terrapins were there.

You had told April by now that your day of the month had come up and the cramps were just a little more harsh than usual. Knowing all too well those woes, she rubbed your arm affectionately. “You don’t have to stay if you’re too beat up” She was bummed out, it was fun to have a human female friend given her circumstances had her putting up with five testosterone filled men, four of which were literal giant turtles.

You shook your head with a smile. “And miss out on drunk karaoke? I’m good, I can handle- th-this” Oh that was dangerous, that was truly entering very dangerous territories. When your eyes landed on Leo, stupid smug brat with his pretty lips and holding his phone like the prized possession it currently was, you glared. Excusing yourself you made the slow walk towards Leo, he had been standing at the mini bar area (that you found clashed horribly in this man cave) looking quite proud of himself.

“I’m going to kill you” You stage whispered at him, a full smile on your lips. Your large terrapin boyfriend chuckled, phone at his side and his thumb making a series of swivels on it. A hand landed on his plastron, nails pressed harshly on the plates. “You look a little red faced, too much wine?” He turned slightly, reaching over the mini bar to grab a seltzer water.

“You are the biggest asshole at this party and that says a lot given that Vern lives here” The treacherous buzzing eased off when Leo took a second to unscrew the bottle of seltzer water. You took the opportunity to breath but just as he took a sip, he was back to swiping his finger. “May I remind you that you bought it and you told me to do this, I really don’t see how I’m the bad guy here” He left the phone on the small counter space, another brief reprieve.

“But if I’m the biggest asshole here, I guess I should live up to the title” He smiled, he honest to god gave you that typical sweet boy smile.

Before proceeding to basically DJ his phone screen with an index finger.

You pressed your face to his arm and prayed to god that, welll, just, fuck!

“Leonardo I can’t have an orgasm in public!” Your words were muffled by the skin of his arm, regardless the party was on full blast. There was a delicious thrill at the idea of it though, as Leo wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you close to him, you could make out just how much he had been enjoying this game.

He kissed your temple, nothing salacious about it, just a sweet peck.

Then his mouth fell closer to your ear.

"I don't give two shits that we're in public and people are watching."

Your eyes went wide, the intensity of the toy being put on full blast and Leo twitching his finger on the screen without any intention of letting up.

He hugged you closer to him, smiling against your temple as your grip became iron tight on his clothes. As the music got heavier and the chatter picked up, you did all you could do to muffle your moans of pleasure against Leo’s plastron, thankfully using the same thing to hide your face.

Because your eyes were rolling back and Leo didn’t seem to have any intention of slowing down. Even when Raph’s gaze landed on the pair, Leo just mouthed ‘cramps’ at him with a sad expression, the large brute made a sympathetic look before returning to his own on going conversation.

Only when he felt you start to tremble, incoherent babbling he could only make out to be begging, did Leo ease up to a soft rumble that only served to shock you from time to time. When you felt like your vision returned, you looked up at him all red faced and shakey breathing.

Leo petted your hair, smirking down at your slightly disheveled state. Surely this was going to be his favorite toy, even if it was currently back firing on him. He was hideously turned on and your warm body against him only served to make things worse for him.

But naturally you wanted some payback, since he had been a wonderful, delightful and merciless asshole.

“Sensei, please?” You whispered up at him, all pouty lips and innocent eyed. Inside you were grinning victoriously when he grunted and held you tighter.

Even when his eyes landed on the bathroom, you knew the real winner had been you.

[blackgirl-galactica]

"LET'S SEE WITH THE ASCENDANT" PART 1!

NOTE: WHILE I AM NOT A PROFESSIONAL ASTROLOGER, I LOVE ASTROLOGY AND ITS ASPECTS AND I LOVE TO LEARN THEM! PLEASE DO NOT STEAL OR REWORD MY WORK WITHOUT CREDIT! THANK YOU :)

Hey y'all!

- I am finally settled and I am ready to give you some more astro knowledge to keep in the books!! Today we will be talking about the Ascendant (ASC for short) through the first 6 signs!! Part 2 will come out tomorrow!

- But first, what is an ASC sign?

-I'm glad you asked honey! First things first, your Ascendant is an angular house! Angular houses are the Ascendant, Descendant, IC (Imum Coeli), and MC (Medium Coeli). I'll do a post on what angular houses mean later on! Or do feel free to research on your own time :)

-Your ASC sign is what's popularly known as the sign (or sign traits) you may give off as a first impression to the outside world. According to the book, The Only Astrology Book You'll Ever Need by Joanna Woolfolk, she asserts that our personality is a blend of our Sun Sign in combination with our ASC sign. This has some truth in it as our ASC can also represent our self-interests, how we process self-awareness, our goals, our objectives, & how we assert our self-sufficiency! Think of your ASC sign as the sign when you walk in a room full of people.

- You can find your ASC here! Below is my chart( credit from Astro.com) for my visual learners! The ASC will be on the left side of your chart (marked AC); usually your angular houses are marked! In this example, my ASC is in the sign of Sagittarius!

-Have you ever had someone guess your sun sign but they were wrong? Chances are, they probably are guessing your ASC sign!

-With that being said, let's get into it!!!!

ARIES ASC:

Adventurous and pioneering!

Typically the ones to be "the first" at something.

Likes to get shit done! Act first ask questions later kind of energy.

Leader of the pack vibes.

Possibly have a very muscular, strong body.

When they walk in the room, they give such a strong sense of power, strength, and exuberance!

Possibly can be red-headed. Aries rules the color red and also rules the head. Doesn't mean every red-head is an Aries ASC though. Or they may like to wear alot of red.

They can give a direct, kinda bossy attitude but also a very free-child-like attitude I love it!!

Be careful with sharp objects. Sharp objects like knives are ruled by Mars (Mars rules Aries) and you may be a bit more accident prone so be careful, according to Woolfolk.

TAURUS ASC:

Very stable and calm energy when they walk in the room.

Patient & steadfast people.

Love the arts, could be talented at composing music esp!

Love comfort and the comfort their materials bring them.

Can have super beautiful necks. Necks/throats are ruled by Taurus.

Also, they may have larger, rounder eyes ooooo so cute!! Almost like a doe.

Can accumulate wealth over time.

Loves security and things that make them feel safe.

Many people think they are lazy, but that is not the case. A Taurus ASC does not believe in wasting time on things that don't bring them joy or comfort. They are hardworking, if it means they can attain the goals they set out for!! Once again, THEY ARE NOT LAZY!

GEMINI ASC:

Witty & charming.

Extremely smart and sociable.

Also can thrive in the entertainment industry as actors, writers, TV hosts, or comedians. They can really captivate an audience with their social and witty behavior!

Gemini rules the arms & hands, so they can have really nice hands/arms. If Venus is in aspect to their ASC, this can possibly point to someone who is a hand model.

The type to always want to be constantly stimulated and learn something everyday so they don't get bored.

May like to travel alot or move alot.

They also can marry more than once in their lives.

Extremely intellectual communicators. Very good with using their words as their best assets!

Could have big, wide eyes. This is just a personal take as I have seen multiple Gemini risings with big, wide eyes.

CANCER ASC:

Love security & comfort.

May have a oval face or round face. The moon rules Cancer so I won't be surprised if your face is shaped as round as the moon.

Sensitive to other's emotions & intuitive on how people may feel or react.

Amazing creatives. They use their emotions to make the best projects. Some of their projects (story writing for example) can be based on their lives at home or their hometown.

On the outside they may come off reserved and even cold. This is the "hard on the outside soft on the inside" effect. Deep down they are very soft, sweet, giving, & sensitive.

They want public recognition for their efforts, as you should!!!

According to Woolfolk, they are very good with saving money and handling it as well. Being the opposite sign of Capricorn (the sign of conservation), I am not surprised since opposing signs do share qualities of each other in one way or another.

LEO ASC:

Very grand people and luxurious YESSSS BITCH!!!

People may notice their hair first. Know how Leo is the lion? We see the lion's mane (or hair) first. This also applies for Leo ASCs.

A personal take- Leo ASC have this sun-kissed glow about them (lol pun intended). It's like their skin is so bright and glowy and it is so beautiful.

Give off a very happy and exuberant energy.

Extremely likeable people.

Views life as a stage!

Prides themselves on being a leader and delegator.

Can easily find fame or people will scout them out easily.

Also can be surrounded by alot of influential people. This helps their image if they want to be famous one day. Get to networking!!!

Can have a very nice back. Leo also rules the back.

VIRGO ASC:

Another personal take: why do so many Virgo ASC or Virgo placements have to wear glasses? That's interesting.

May have a frail looking body, but that does not mean they are sick yall.

Looks at life through a filter. Meaning, they like to hold on to valuable information that they can actually use and apply in their life.

^Yet, this can also mean that they may become too dependent on details to make decision. Don't forget to look at the bigger picture.

They love order and reason.

Thrive in intellectual pursuits. Especially if they are scientific and not philosophical.

Likes to gain rewards from their own efforts and not due to what others think. They love to listen and be assured in their own reasoning as YOU SHOULD!!!

May forget to take others' opinions into consideration.

Could come off shy and distant.

May own property in their later lives? Idk but Woolfolk mentions this and if anyone can chime in here I would be happy to hear it!

-That's it for PART 1! Part 2 will be out tomorrow!

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-Claude

[im-a-lil-simp]

Hi can I request a realistic/L'manberg AU with techno? I just want some fluff about how the reader put on techno's cape and pretending to be him and noticing that he's been watching them the whole time

Warmth (Technoblade x Reader)

Okay so I'm not the best at realistic AUs like this, but the request was so cute and I absolutely love it. I will be trying to pump out a lot of fics here soon though, you guys filled my ask box very quickly. Thank you so much for that! I had a lot of fun making this, just writing it made me giddy.

It had been a very long trek. Ever since your boyfriend blew up the entire country of L'manburg, you guys had been trying to fly under the radar as much as you could.

Since everyone knew where his secret base was, even his armory, you couldn't really hide too much. Everyone knew that you were dating the ultimate traitor of L'manburg and there was a chance that they might use you to get to him.

When Techno told you that he wanted to move bases, it made you sigh in relief. You wanted both you and him to be as safe as possible. If that meant moving bases, you were more than happy to.

It also meant that maybe the two of you could have a bigger base than the one you were in before. Maybe it meant that you could actually have a double wide bed that could actually fit your giant boyfriend and you at the same time without being uncomfortable.

The entire day beforehand, Techno went out scouting for the new base and where he might want to put it. When he finally decided on an inconspicuous place within a small village, he knew you would like it as well.

That entire day he was gone, you spent packing. Everything that was actually left in the chests got put into bags and ender chests. You tried your best to pack all of it, but you knew that a second trip to gather it would most likely be necessary.

When he arrived, he had you help him load up the horses, though he did the majority of the work. You felt bad for the amount of weight they would be carrying. They would definitely be recieving treats once this was all said and done.

Setting off on the trail to your new hideout, you had no idea what to expect. You didn't however, think it would take so long to get there. By the time you both arrived, it was around sunset and you were yawning on the back of the horse.

You unloaded things into what seemed to be an abandoned library, filling new chests with nothing but the bags that you had brought. You were right when you said you need a second trip.

That night, the both of you stayed in what would eventually be a very nice and elaborate base. But in the morning, you found that the spot next to you was vacant.

You stretched before getting out of bed to find Techno. Walking outside the building, you found him with Carl. He was prepping the horse to go back for the rest of the stuff you had left the day before.

"Wait, let me go get ready and I'll come with you," you said as grogginess nipped at your throat.

"No it's okay. I'd rather let you stay here and rest. Besides, there's not very much left, I can handle it myself."

You wanted to protest, but knew that it would end the same as it always does: with his arguments being the wiser choice and losing your uphill battle.

Settling on seeing him off, you stood on your toes to kiss his cheek (even if you're tall, it'd be kinda funny ngl). He pressed a gentle kiss on your forehead before climbing onto his horse and setting off into the distance.

Walking back in your abandoned library of sorts, you rested for a bit longer before getting bored of doing nothing. So you decided to fix that.

You had barely sorted anything last night before letting sleep take over, so you guessed that would be your job for the day.

You organized things into specific chests methodically, taking good care not to damage anything, and still going slow enough as to not overwork yourself.

A little while after mid-day, you were nearly done sorting the items that were already there. Most of the chests were organized but you knew that Techno wouldn't let that last very long.

Nearing the end of your sorting, you came across something that you didn't even know existed, even though you packed the bags.

It was a spare cape and crown that you assumed were spares, just in case something happened to the ones he wore the most often.

The crown was beautiful. Similar to the other one, it was made of gold and red jewels rounded the sides of it. It was slightly different in the detailing, but regal none the less.

The cape was another story. While it was still beautiful, it fit a better description. It was made of a velvet type of material that felt smooth between your fingertips. Silky almost, but you could still feel the slight texture of fur. It almost radiated warmth.

Warmth was something that rang bells in your head. The snowy landscape the village rested on was cold, and you were ill-prepared. Sure, you had warm clothes, but not nearly warm enough. And the shelter of your new home only provided shelter from the elements, not so much the cold.

You weren't freezing, but you were not warm.

Deciding that it wouldn't hurt anyone, you pulled the cape out of the bag it was in and threw it around your shoulders. You snuggled into it lovingly.

It was indeed warm. You instantly felt warmer and you almost fell asleep right there. It was a blessing that you were standing up, or surely you would have.

After a couple minutes of relishing in the warmth, you caught a glimpse of yourself in a window. You looked almost as royal as Techno did. It was then that you got another amazing idea.

Digging for the spare crown, you took it in your hands, before gently placing it atop your head, as royalty might. Looking in the same reflection as before, you did a slight curtzy and swished the cape around. You could used to this.

Then you started to say things that Techno might, throwing on an intimidating voice and belting one liners that usually would make you tumble over in laughter.

You were pointing in every direction and placing your hands on your hips matter-of-factly. Taking one last spin around, you spun in a full circle before stopping with the front of your body facing the doorway.

You opened your eyes to see Techno leaned against the doorway with a slight smile on his face. He looked amused.

Your eyes were wide with shock and your face went a shade of red that could match the cape that you were wearing.

How were you gonna explain this to him?

"I- I didn't mean- I was only trying to- ... when did you get here?"

"Since you put the crown on. It was quite cute."

Your face turned a darker shade of crimson as you went to take of the garments.

"No no," he said, walking towards you, "you look like you're having fun."

He adjusted the cape before taking your cheek into one of his palms. His hands were cool to the touch.

"Besides, I could get used to seeing you in my clothes, you look stunning."

He pressed another kiss to your forehead before embracing you in a large hug. Maybe one day you'd marry him and truly become royalty.