#i want him to finally be able to rest aaa-

[iichfilwypj]

heroes | percy jackson

ღ percy jackson x daughter of hypnos! reader ღ warnings: :) ღ wc: 692 pt 1 - pt 2 - pt 3 - pt 4 - pt 5 - pt 6

The days that followed were awkward. The trip back to camp was awkward. They didn’t look at each other, didn’t speak. They couldn’t be in the same room for more than two minutes without her wanting to escape.

And it was entirely her fault.

She stepped into her cabin, wanting to fall into bed and sleep until the next day. Or, better yet, the day after –perhaps then she'd recover the naps she hadn’t been able to take. 

But, to her surprise, she wasn’t alone. 

There he was, lying on her bed. She could see he was in his pajamas, his hair messy and breathing so slowly it almost felt like he wasn’t breathing at all. He seemed so at ease, so peaceful, so much like before.

She could only snap.

Tears welled up before she could hold them back, flowing faster and stronger than ever. Each drop hit the floor like a moment they might have shared, a word they could have said. 

Her sobs must have roused the boy, who sat up in bed, a sleepy expression on his face as he stared at her. Her vision was too blurry and weak to see him clearly, but he appeared to be just as heartbroken as she was. 

“I- I am so sorry” Her words were shaky and barely coherent, but the boy understood them perfectly. He was sorry too. 

She wanted a hug, sweet words, for him to wipe her tears away. Percy stayed where he was, trying to give her space. 

"I fucked up everything. I was afraid when I realized how much I love you, and how much I need you, and I didn’t know what to do." The tears kept flowing as she uttered the only words she didn’t want to say. “We can't be together, Percy”

He was furious, frustrated, mad. He couldn’t decide whether he wanted to push her away or pull her into his arms, whether he wanted to never speak to her again or kiss every inch of her body. 

And though he wished things could go back to when she was just his best friend, the one sleeping beside him all day and unaware of his (and her own) feelings, he knew he had to give it another try.

“Why not?” he dared to say, without taking her eyes off her trembling figure. "What makes you think that?"

“I’ll be mean, and you’ll get tired of me” No. Percy couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Getting tired of her? 

Without her, something was missing, something was off. 

He made his way toward her carefully, checking if she was okay with it. His hands traced her face, and he smiled without thinking as he felt her skin after so long. 

“You know that is not true. None of that bullshit it's true" She shook her head, and he nodded. She pouted, and he smiled. “We love each other, and that's a fact.”

“Nothing would keep us together” she knew he understood; the others, their stupid opinions, her own insecurities…

But was she being honest with herself? Was she really unwilling to give everything she had to spend the rest of her days with him?

“I don’t believe that. We can try”

He didn't release her face as he pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“We could steal time.” 

A kiss on her cheek.

“Just for one day.” 

A kiss on her other cheek.

“Please.”

Their noses brushed together, their breaths merged, and their bodies inched closer without even trying.

Their lips were so, so near. 

And she nodded. Because she depended on him, she adored him, she hungered for him. She ached for him. Her body yearned and craved for his company, his hugs, his kisses, his touch. 

She wanted him. 

Without a second thought, their lips met in a soft, warm kiss. His hands pulled her closer as her fingers tangled in his hair. The world around them seemed to freeze, granting them more time, more peace. 

And the kiss became desperate, raw, and yet somehow full of sweetness.

Every part of them connecting, as if they were finally where they belonged.

heroes >>>>> any other song IT FINALLY HAPPENED AAA I COULND' STAND WIRITING MORE ANGST maybe it's rushed because i NEEDED them to kiss but i don't care

[mimimui]

I saw your "genshin boys asking for a kiss" and i felt like melting into a puddle it's so cute... ㅜㅡㅜ if i may ask, how would the sumeru boys react to reader who is unable to sleep because of their cold? like they try to sleep but the pounding headache, clogged nose, etc is preventing them to do so sobs

thank you so much beforehand!

sumeru boys versus your cold

includes: alhaitham, kaveh, tighnari, cyno

tags: established relationship, endearments, fluff, kinda ooc(?) maybe, not proofread i'm sorry, mention of rudolph (is there even a rudolph in genshin? well there is now)

a/n: thank u so much! ♡⸜(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)⸝♡ i'm also currently suffering from a severely clogged nose so i understand the feeling x_x thanks for the request anon <3 i kinda struggled writing alhaithams aaa i hope it's still ok :') as always .. enjoy !

alhaitham knows you're perfectly capable of taking care of yourself, so when you started sneezing this morning, he didn't think much of it. he told you to drink some water and take meds, but that's mostly it. only when he was about to retire to your shared bed was when he noticed your loud, constant sniffling.

"(y/n), did you not take meds earlier?" he asks, switching the lamp back on. alhaitham places a hand on your shoulder, slowly moving you to face him. his eyes widen when he sees your red nose and tired eyes. "haitham.. can't sleep.." you mumble, your hands covering your face.

most people think alhaitham is a bit aloof, but they've clearly never seen him take care of you. he urges you to sit up, quickly getting a tissue for your runny nose. when you tell him, "i can't, my head hurts so bad.." he brings the tissue to your nose himself, asking you to blow into it.

this doesn't cure your clogged nose, however, as you continue to sniffle. he lays next to you, wrapping his arm around you, rubbing your back. "breathe through your mouth slower, copy me," he says, breathing at a slow, easy pace for you to replicate.

it takes some time for you to go to sleep, but even so, alhaitham stays awake the entire time, making sure you fall asleep before he does. when he notices your steady breathing and closed eyes, he smiles contently, glad that you were finally able to sleep.

"sleep well, my dear."

kaveh is not a stranger to sleeping with colds, especially since he's prone to sickness from always stays up late. when you tell him you can't sleep because you have a clogged nose, he immediately asks you if you want meds, tissues, or both. as he babbles on, you can only laugh at his reaction when you say, "i want you."

"that's bold for someone with snot running down their nose," he says teasingly, which earns him a pillow getting thrown at his head. "ow! you're mean when you're sick, (y/n)." he jokingly pouts as he sits next to you on the bed, rubbing the spot you hit with the pillow.

his expressions turns into a sad one as you suddenly lie down, your headache making you groan. he looks around for a bit before handing you the box of tissues he meant to give you earlier, telling you to blow your nose to clear it up a bit.

"i can't do this anymore, kaveh. i hate being sick." you cover your face with the blanket, sniffling underneath. "i know, sunshine, i know," he says, patting your thigh gently. "we all get sick from time to time, but trust me, you'll feel better in no time!" his tone is optimistic, but he makes sure not to be too loud, for the sake of your headache.

"...can you help me fall asleep, please?" you peek through the blanket, watching his reaction to your request. he smiles warmly, lying down and continuing to pat your thigh. he hums a calm, familiar tune—one of your favorites that he sings—and you can't help but smile.

it may be hard to breathe at the moment, but rest assured kaveh will comfort you in any way he can.

tighnari tells you to sit on the edge of the bed, in spite of your throbbing headache. you comply though, waiting for him to come back. it feels like a century when he returns to your room with a pot of steaming water. "place the blanket over yourself and the pot."

the hot steam hits your face and you wince a bit, not used to this kind of temperature. but when tighnari sits next to you and places a reassuring hand on your back, you find the steam a bit more bearable.

"nari, what does this do for me?" you ask, removing the blanket from over your head as 10 minutes pass. he mentions something about steam inahalation and so on, talking about how it can help relieve your clogged nose.

you're not yet entirely cured, but it's comfortable enough. he lies down next to you, an arm wrapping around your waist as he tells you he'll get medicine for you in the morning. his voice is soft, quiet, and gentle. it slowly fades away as you fall asleep, a satisfied tighnari beside you as he watches your eyes close.

"i'm happy to take care of you, my lover."

cyno tries to distract you with corny jokes, but archons, as much as you love him, his jokes are only contributing to your headache. he sits down on the bed, holding a glass of warm water he got for you. "i have a joke about colds, but i hope you don't get it."

"cyno, i love you, but you realize i already have colds, right?" he chuckles at your stressed reaction, asking you to sit up so you can drink water. "do you know what kind of shoes colds wear?" you sigh as you lie back down, pulling the covers over your head.

"aaaaa shoe!" he follows up, smiling at his own joke. you feel his head hit the pillow beside you, his hand finding yours to hold. he uses his other hand to pull the blanket off your face, the moonlight illuminating even the redness of your nose.

"seems like i have my own rudolph." you squeeze his hand tightly and he chuckles. "i apologize, (y/n)," cyno says in a low voice, bringing your hand up to his lips. he closes his eyes as he tells you to breathe deeply, repeating the phrase 'breath in, breath out'.

it's still a struggle to fall asleep, but cyno doing his best to help you breathe easier makes you feel a bit better. if you thought he worked hard as the general mahamatra, he works hard at taking care of you as well.

"let's visit tighnari in the morning. rest easy, (y/n)."

thanks for reading (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

[maximotts]

okay hi I have thoughts re: AAA ep4 vs. ep5 and why I think something is WEIRD!! Also thoughts on how Agatha figured out Teen's identity

So first off, I'm wondering if everyone (except Rio, who I'm operating on the theory that she's Death) was possessed after they took their hands off the ouija board because those girlies did NOT follow the rules.

And maybe.. mayhaps.. they were possessed by the Salem Seven who are working with Agatha's mom because the whole trial "solution" was "oh we'll just leave Agatha behind" which is sus since clearly all of the other trials were a group effort.

Literally the only people who we've seen that want to snatch Agatha up (again, besides Rio) are the Salem Seven who were conveniently hovering right outside of the trial house, which is odd bc there's no reason the Seven should know where to "see" that house since they're not operating within coven trial rules on the Road rn it seems.

Idk it's just big weird to me that the whole thing was "punish Agatha" which sounds like what the Seven want and then everything lined up perfectly in that house to acutely villainize Agatha/make it easy to have the others leave her behind.

BUT THEN! Second theory on that trial: Rio was wrong and it's not Agatha's trial, but instead Billy's because Something About Agatha set him off outside of that house after the trial. And idk maybe that would account for why this trial felt so weird and disjointed because he's not a full part of the coven?

I think that's probably less likely but honestly who knows

ANYWAYS NOW TO MR. BILLY KAPLAN (I'm presuming that's his last name just based on the comics): Agatha def wanted to believe that kids was her son, probably from the moment she broke out of her hex and saw that he was a powerful witch/someone who'd have a strong enough bond with her to break her free from Wanda's spell.

Even when Rio told her that wasn't her son, she seemed like she already Knew but didn't want to Know? Especially because he had been defending Agatha to the rest of the coven and seems sympathetic to her and that's clearly something she's not used to getting from others.

But then that ouija incident happened and not only did Billy say Nicholas' name so that can't be his name, he's also able to handle the board by himself which is something the Scarlet Witch can do and most likely, by proxy, her son. And then, lo and behold, Wanda's son is just as defiant to his fate as she is. Final nail in the coffin!

Also, I'm kinda thinking on account of her magic absorption powers, Agatha can see magic in other witches' eyes and could finally maybe See something behind Billy's eyes because this isn't the first time Agatha stared really hard at Billy. She might've known from the first time she stared him down, but thought she could take him under her wing and treat him like a son/mentor.. until he pissed her off by going against her/looking down on her behavior.

If y'all read this far, phew.. have a cookie ily 💖

[specialagentlokitty]

Patrick Jane x reader - knowledge

Hiii could I ask fooooor aaa Patrick Jane x reader where reader isn't one to to goof around rather distant but very observant, like she's just on her head but her head is always running and when talking to her she may come across cold but in reality shes like super dupper awkward with the whole interactions thingy. But aslo very intelligent so on a case Jane where she's on the field with Jane and perhaps Cho (we love cho) Jane, well is Jane, but she finds a flaw on his deduction and just bluntly says so but then she's so awkward cuz dude she's new and Jane has already made a name on the CBI and Cho is there which only makes - @fucklife-or-me 💜

You were speaking to one of the officers who arrived on scene, getting his version of what he saw when he arrived.

Jane and Cho were simply wondering around the house, looking at everything while Jane was rattling things off.

“Excuse me.”

You walked away from the officer and over to the pair of them, arms crossed over your chest as you listened to Jane.

He was rambling on about what had happened here, and for the most part out agreed with him, everything he said matched up with all of the evidence.

All except one thing.

“In his coffee were an assortment of medications, aiming to knock him out so his wife could kill him.”

You shook your head.

“You’re wrong.” You said bluntly.

“How so?” Cho asked.

You walked over to both cups and pointed at them both, looking at the steam rising.

“These are freshly made coffee’s, neither have been drunk. The victim was killed at some point last night we know that, and the murderer stayed until just now.”

Jane frowned a little bit, looking at the two cups before turning back to you.

“So what were the cups for then?” He asked.

You shrugged a little bit, going to look around the home.

You were looking at everything and finally you stopped by a draw that was slightly open.

Pulling on a glove, you pulled it open and looked inside.

“My guess, it was a robbery gone wrong.”

You turned them them and just stared at them before you awkwardly looked away.

You didn’t know what to say now, so you simply padded away to carry on looking around before you headed towards the office.

When you got there, you sat down at your desk to do some paperwork before Cho and Jane got back.

“You were right, the victims wife came home and gave us a list of what was missing.” Cho said.

He set the list in your desk and walked away while Jane sat on the other side of your desk.

He watched you working, you were carefully monitoring what you were writing down, and double checking everything.

He looked at the list you had been given before setting it back.

He’d only spoken to you a few times, and this was your first time working a case with him, and he was curious as to how smart you really were.

“If you were to steal something, where would you take it for a quick turn over?”

You looked up at him before quickly typing something into your computer before turning the screen towards him.

“Simple, pawn shops and car boot sales. Car boot sales are a lot easier then pawn shops but there is two in the area that are pretty sketchy, and only three car boots going on today.”

You wrote down everything and handed it over to him before going back to his work.

“How’d you figure that out?”

You shrugged and carried on working on whatever it was you were doing and he handed the information to Lisbon and Rigsby.

Jane decided to stay there with you and carry on questioning you, he wanted to see how able you were, and maybe get a feel for why you spoke so coldly towards them all.

You were a hard worker, that was for sure.

But there was something about about you, an intelligence that you tried to keep hidden deep down within you.

He wanted to see the extent of that knowledge, and he wanted to see how many things you were knowledgeable.

So he kept asking questions about the case, you were giving you him all the answers he wanted and he was sending them over to the rest of the team.

You stopped talking after a while and simply got up and walked away from him without another word.

Jane watched you walk to the kitchen and he titled his head a little bit as he smiled.

“She’s kinda cold towards people.” Grace whispered.

Jane shook his head as he looked up at her.

“Nope, she’s just socially awkward.”

He beamed and got up and walked away, now he was going to find a way to help you over this social awkwardness

[onlyyvette]

Hello! Could I request a short fic with TFP Bumblebee being lovingly dommed by the reader with elements of sounding (if it’s okay) and spit kinks, along with edging? I haven’t seen anyone write for sounding yet so I eagerly await for your writing! -🌼

Lovingly Held

Warnings: sub/bottom Bumblebee + Dom/top reader + gn reader + cybertronian reader + soft dom reader + praise kink + sounding + edging + bumblebee is adorable + and super desperate

Word Count: 696

A/N: Aaa my first TF request♡♡♡ Sorry but I wasn't able to include the spit kink</3 Idk why but my mind literally could not figure out how to include it in this fic without it seeming out of place so I hope it's still fine with you<//3

Also, new anon???

"Bee," you whispered into the yellow mech audials. He let out a pathetic whine at the sound of you calling his name. You held Bumblebee in your lap, his back resting against your chassis. One of your servos hold Bee's hip while the other is tugging at his spike. "I hope you're ready." Bee let's out short beeps to show you how impatient he is, his big blue optics staring at you desperately.

You chuckled a bit before removing your hand from his hip and reaching for the sounding rod you had saved for this occasion. It was of average size, not too thick as Bee was only a beginner and you didn't want to overwhelm him. You grip his spike tightly causing him to let out a surprised sound. "Relax for me Bee," you sigh. Bumblebee didn't even realize how much he had tensed up the moment the rod had come near his spike. His doorwings shiver a bit as he finally calms down and stills his body

"Good bot," you praised him as you begun to slick up the rod, not missing the small beep Bee made from the praise. "Now hold as still as you can for me now..." You slowly pushed the rod in and surely, Bumblebee started to writhe, letting out rapid beeps. His faceplate was now clearly flushed with energon and his optics were scrunching up. He hadn't yet used his safeword(more like action) so you continued, although going a bit slower.

"Your doing so good for me Bee. Now take it like the good bot you are." Your soothing voice filled Bumblebee's audials and processor as thoughts of being good for you muddled his mind until he finally felt the rod seat itself in Bumblebee's spike completely. He whined and pawed at his spike, unused to the odd intrusion.

"No Bee, if you want it out, you know how to tell me," you chastised as you swatted Bumblebee's servo away. His whole frame was trembling now as he felt a dull yet pleasurable ache in his spike. Just as Bee was starting to get anxious for you to move the rod, you finally gripped the rod as you pulled it up and down Bee's spike firmly.

Bee thrashed in our grip, letting out loud whines and beeps, his vocalizer clicking as it failed to form words. His back arched as his doorwings were pressed further into your chassis. You continued your ministrations, moving the rod in Bee's spike at a timed pace. He gripped your arm and leaned his helm into the crook of your neck, getting close to his overload. Right when he was about to seize up and overload around the rod, you swiftly pulled it out.

Bee's pretty blue optics cycled wide as he let out a distraught series of beeps. He shook his head and tried his best to guide your servo back to his spike but you pulled back. "You're not gonna overload until I tell you to. Can you do that for me please?" Despite the soft tone of your voice and the fact that you added please, Bee knew that it was a demand that had to be followed.

Shaking, Bee lowered his servos to his side and spread his legs open a little wider. "Good bot," you smiled, lining up the rod to his spike. "If you can hold off on your overload, I might let you have an overload. Sound good with you?" you asked at the same time you plunged the rod deep into Bee's spike.

His frame seized up as he let out long whines. He nodded frantically, his hips bucking up into the feeling of the rod stimulating the nodes in his spike. Unknowingly, Bee's valve panel also retracted, strings of lubricant dripping on the floor, creating a small puddle. You decided to ignore his valve and focus on his spike instead. Bee unconsciously grinded his valve into the cool floor, letting out small hiccups. He may actually get a valve overload before you give him permission but for now, you let it be. Surely he deserves his reward after being so good for for you.

[dollfacedsl1ut]

Hands are for choking holding

➙ compendium : He was a deadly and sociopathic killer needing to be on watch every second, coming back to Arkham after your attack you caught his attention the dead but playful look in your eyes when you got into trouble he wanted you breaking all boundaries and rules. At what cost would you realize being with him was mistake.

➙ dynamic : !joker Taeyong x !psycho reader

➙ warnings : reader is called “Jane doe”, sexism, reader is in fight mode all the time, Taeyong in love, joker lore

➙ word count : around 1.5k

A/n: GUYS THIS IS PART 1 there will be more parts since this is a reoccurring series honestly I wanted to start this a while ago

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October 31st 3 a.m.

Your head bumped against the metal barrier of the van your body chained to a cold metal seat your ankles and wrist handcuffed to bars as much as you tugged it was so use, the city looked so pretty at this time you smiled hearing the news report covering your case “Jane doe is on the way back to Arkham asylum for the 3rd time this year after her 4 hour homicidal rampage, authorities stated she was willing to be arrested although she has been know for her devious acts of permanently injuring police officers from broken bones to death we have no further knowledge on janes case we will update you when we have more Intel” the driver you presumed was a associate with Arkham turned the radio down before chuckling

“You’re too pretty of a woman to be doing all this Jane” the man glances at you before facing the road “you could easily be the perfect house wife if you weren’t so damn crazy” he said with a monotone tone assuming what he said would change your mind and mood about everything you’ve done “you should really watch your tongue” you grinned the driver scoffs “I’m just saying you have the perfect body for reproducing I bet men dreamt about pumping their children into you Jane whether they’re mental or not” his words were starting to really piss you off although you’ve always heard these things but hearing them directly to you without being able to do anything didn’t sit right

You stayed quiet the rest of the ride hearing the drivers occasional smart remarks, finally arriving at the asylum the driver parked the van in the back entrance the back door open as Ms. Loren stood there waving at you with your documents “this is your 3rd time Jane what happened” Ms. Loren always spoke to you like you were a fragile child “well a lot I just got upset at something” she nodded before jotting it down on her clipboard the driver from before came inside the back uncuffing you his hands caressed your thighs midst way seeing him angered you, it made your veins pulsate knowing you couldn’t do anything he gripped you by your arms before practically pushing you out the van as the door closed you noticed a pic of you on the back “they had it revamped for you specifically Jane” you smiled at the gesture “thats cute” Ms Loren leaded you towards your room giving you a fresh pair of clothes she also handed you a sandwich and a bag of chips you noticed how it came with 2 triple AAA batteries you furrowed your brows but paid no mind eating your meal then heading to bed….

9:45 a.m.

Ms. Loren shook you awake “cmon Jane it’s time for breakfast in the common room” you woke up groggily “can I freshen up” Ms loren nodded as you walked out your room towards the bathroom you washed your face and tried to manage your hair before just putting it into a low ponytail “you look pretty jane” Ms. Loren always complimented you even when you looked your worse, walking to the common room you seen a bunch of new people in the cells banging on the door “Some of your old friends are already in the common room so don’t worry” loren smiled a bit unlocking the common rooms door ushering you inside as she followed, “what do you wanna eat”. She walked to a menu before handing it to you “chocolate chip pancakes, sunny side up eggs, toast with Jam and a cup of apple juice” Ms.Loren smiled as she asked the chef to prepare you breakfast you noticed a bunch of your old acquaintances wave at you, “can I-“ before you finished your sentence Loren nodded “I’ll bring you your food in a bit” waking over to your friends you noticed a green haired one with unusually red lips and pale skin “ah welcome back” a guy named scar smiled patting a seat next to him, you sat down as you started to talk with your group the guys with green hair occasionally glancing at you, he was starting to piss you off, “what are ya looking at” you glared at him as your fist clenched “easy, easy go take a break don’t hurt em he’s a wild one I’ve seen him fight people here myself” scar said trying to rub your shoulders “yeah anytime he fights I never see the other person again..you remember max” Max was a older man who was sent here for being schizophrenic, you nodded remembering max vividly talking with him before “well he’s not here anymore he possibly killed him” he said pointing to the green haired man “freak” your aimed your insult towards the man as you stood up walking to one of the bodyguards

“can I have your badge” you asked “why” the man sized you up “what’s it to ya lemme hold it” you plead and begged over and over until Ms. Loren called your name saying your food was ready “this isn’t over tubby” you pointed at the body guard before walking to ms. Loren sitting down at the table you noticed it was just you, Ms. Loren and the green haired guy from earlier “what’s he doing here” you glared at Loren “he says he wants to make friends with you” you smiled as you looked at the man “my friend?” He nodded his finally spoke up “my name is Taeyong, yours?” You body stiffens you never old anyone your name before you didn’t even know it yourself “She never tells anyone her name” Loren spoke up for you “just call her Jane doe we all do” Taeyong nodded before holding his hand out shaking yours “well I be right back I have to fill out some paperwork and Taeyong try to keep a eye on her she’s a crazy one when she’s upset”

Walking away you noticed the chef bringing your food out sitting a tray in front of you “thanks” eating your food you noticed Taeyong staring at you with a glint in his eyes “what is it” you stuffed a forkful of pancakes in your mouth glaring at him “you’re unlike anyone I’ve ever seen Jane” you noticed a slick yet neutral tone in his voice “I’m like everyone else so what are you getting at” he shook his head and laughed “Jane you’re different I’ve heard the stories about you, you’re everything I’ve ever hoped for in a woman” your eyes twitches at his confession “no thanks I don’t date people who watch me from afar it’s stupid and creepy love is something that can kill a person so easily falling in love with the Wrong person can lead to dead” he smiles at your words fascinated but the way you see life “so basically there’s danger at every corner??” He questioned, you nodded before finishing your meal setting the tray aside you held your face in your palms “you ask too many questions it makes me nervous like I’m being interrogated” he glared at you “imagine how I feel” you were taken aback “the fuck is that supposed to mean” your fists clenched, he noticed this placing his cold hands over your fists “Calm down doll..just saying I’ve been moved from Asylum to asylum this is the last location for me doll I might have control over my anger so I don’t scare you away” you hummed in response “so will you be my muse” his wide grin showed his straight teeth and sharp canines “no thanks it’s too early in the morning for me to think about my answer let me think about it”….:.

PART 2 COMIN SOOOON

[hayanwulf]

Ask for the WIP game from @infiniteeight8

I am very curious about AAA soulmates and Anchor of Stability!

aaa soulmates

So this one's frostironstrange. And it is a soulmate AU, however, Loki is not soulmates with either of Stephen or Tony. At least initially.

People are born with the most important title of their soulmate written somewhere on their body. Stephen has the title 'Soul Maker', while Tony has the title 'Keeper of Time'. After a peculiar accident, though, they both acquire this strange title written in a gibberish language neither of them understands... And they start sharing their dreams. Yeah. Can't forget that part.

A snippet under the cut, from Loki's POV.

When his eyes fluttered open next time, his body was no longer burning, his head no longer aching. He was back inside his brief reprieve; the small, sweet segment of this universe that he could call his, could call home. Their dream realm. He lay sprawled on the bed, eyes staring up at the ceiling’s design, and concluded it was Stephen’s abode. He could hear two familiar, muffled voices from the adjacent room, and exhaled a sigh of relief, for he would be able to see them both tonight. Lately he had been able to see them less and less with how much the Maw strove to keep him awake for their sessions. A few seconds later, he heard footsteps approaching the room followed by the door flying open. He felt more than saw his two beloveds settle themselves on either side of him. Anthony inhaled a sharp breath. Ah, yes.. his dream body must be reflecting his corporeal wounds. He should’ve changed them to appear normal before deciding to rest. “The needles this time,” Stephen said. Loki jerked when a gentle touch grazed the side of his throat, and Stephen retracted his hand as if burned. Loki wanted to kick himself for jumping even at a contact of comfort, on a body that didn’t hurt, no less. “That.. sorry. Christ, it went straight through the mucous membranes of the larynx. Can you even speak?” For the first time, Loki glanced at their faces. What he found there was twin looks of horror and dismay. He sat upright, pressing his back against the headboard, and took account of his injuries. He truly did look like shit. “Worry not, they do not hurt me here,” Loki said and fixed away his injuries and robes with a single thought. It was never much of an effort for him to change things inside their dream realm, unlike his mortals who often needed to be lucid in order to influence their dreamscape. “Tell me about your respective days,” he shifted the topic. They would easily take the bait if not lucid. “Stephen, you had to repair a woman’s spine, yes?” “..That was two weeks ago, Lokes,” it was Anthony who answered. “Ah.. apologies, I must have lost track of time. Then, what other exciting endeavors have you two been up to lately?” Loki asked, wearing a perfect smile on his face. Anthony and Stephen shared a concerned look. Ah. Both lucid, then.

Anchor of Stability

This one's, I suppose, kind of a Time Travel? Also it takes inspiration from Shortsnout's Tether.

Basically it's kind of reverse of what happens in Tether. Tony gets stranded in the past while quantum time traveling, and his quantum GPS breaks. Luckily for him, a certain wizard had installed a failsafe in the event that such a thing happened.

The catch is that Tony can't make big jumps in time, so he's stuck watching Stephen in different points of his life (who is the 'anchor' of the failsafe spell) and also inadvertently influences Stephen's life so much that it would go on to branch out into a different timeline than the timeline Tony came from.

When Tony does finally return home, he feels terrible for having been an asshole towards his timeline's Stephen, since he's clearly learned from his trip that Stephen is nothing like what he had assumed. Oh, and he might also be in love. Just a little.

Have a snippet of Tony interacting with a 6 year old Stephen (and his two farm dogs {the collie is border collie, and shepherd is german shepherd).

“Are you an alien? Do you keep talking to your associates?” Tony decided that he needed to take care of this problem first. In a quick and smooth motion, his quantum suit retracted back to its housing unit. The kid yelped in surprise, staggering backwards as the Shepherd dog tried to help him balance, while Collie jumped with an equal magnitude of surprise, the next moment its ears erect and tail wagging in intimidation. “Please don’t bite me.” Tony pulled himself off the ground, the pain at his side nothing more than a discomfort now. “You’re human!” The boy squeaked; he really did sound like a chipmunk. “You’re a witch! You did magic!” Tony took the moment to just properly take in the boy. He couldn’t be older than 5 or 6, had sleek black hair, and gray-blue eyes that should have looked bland but instead stood out. The eyes. They gave Tony an odd sense of deja vu... “It’s science, Chipmunk. And I’m a mechanic, not a witch. I’m offended that you thought my armor is magic.” Tony wrinkled his nose. Shoving his hands into pockets, he took a step towards the Chipmunk. And stopped when the Collie gave him a low warning growl. “You wanna send your bodyguards away for a moment?” Tony wiggled a hand at their direction. The Collie attentively traced his movements, whereas the Shepherd wagged its tail with relaxed ears. The duality of dogs. Or perhaps they were trained that way. Who knew. “So you can put a curse on me? No! I will go back with them and tell dad! He will bring the witchfinders and then they will—” “Whoa, okay, slow down Chipmunk,” Tony held his hands up in a placating gesture. “I’m not a witch, and definitely not capable of putting curses even if I wanted to. Let’s not be rash and go around telling dads about me.” “My name is not Chipmunk!” He squeaked out exactly in the voice of a chipmunk. “It’s Stephen! And you’re a witch, you just did magic! You even have a glowy thing in your chest!” Tony looked down at his arc reactor, then back up at the boy. “Alright, Stephen, do you wanna see something cool?”

[whchenlvr]

Hi!! Oh my god you did my request aaa! And it was so good too! If you don’t mind, I have another idea that you could use. How would the boys react to the reader saying something spicy✨ to them during a dinner setting (perhaps a union dinner or gathering if you do eunjang)?

You’re such a good writer elle! Don’t forget to take a good rest and take care of yourself okayy!

I LOVE YOUUUUUU MY DEAR THANK YOU SO MUCH!!

dinner with the union ;

slightly nsfw

weak hero!union x gn!reader

donald na

➤ since donald is the head of the union, it’s much harder for the two of you to slip away—especially during dinner meetings

➤ thankfully, donald is able to pick up on your urges pretty quick

➤ donald makes sure to sit you next to him every time, and when you brush his leg with your finger, he waits for the others to look away before placing a quick, subtle kiss against your jaw

➤ you catch his wrist before he can pull away and whisper a quick: “i need you…”

➤ “i’m all yours, darling.”

ben park

➤ you recently bought a new, slightly revealing outfit and wanted to show it off to ben

➤ unfortunately for you, he seemed much more excited about eating chicken with you and the boys

➤ don’t get me wrong, you love your classmates, but there are times when you want to be alone. just you and ben. and hanging out with the boys just isn’t it sometimes

➤ when you finally manage to catch your boyfriend’s gaze, you raise a brow and mouth his name

➤ he catches on pretty quick, especially after your attention drifts down to his lips. yep, he’s down to reschedule eunjang gang dinner for you

jake ji

➤ jake always makes a point to sit next to you at dinner

➤ sometimes he likes to hold your hand underneath the table, sometimes he needs your presence to keep him composed, and other times he doesn’t trust the boys to keep their eyes to themselves

➤ when you feel him getting a bit protective (ie the hand on your thigh) a shiver run down your spine

➤ of course, he feels you shake and shoots you a worried look. he leans closer when you open your mouth to say something, and when you whisper what you need in his ear…

➤ jake’s knee smacks the bottom of the table, face turning bright red. “i-uh, y/n needs, uh… we’re leaving now!” he makes sure to keep his hands folded in front of his as you leave :)

alex go

➤ “alex, tonight i don’t know...” “come on, y/n! it’s just the boys, it’ll be quick!”

➤ you knew it was a mistake to join alex and his friends for dinner, you knew it, but you hated letting your boyfriend down

➤ you did try to keep your needs under wraps: crossing your legs or playing with a loose string of fabric to distract yourself

➤ when alex notices your fidgeting and flushed cheeks, he “reassuringly” squeezes your thigh. he doesn’t realize that he made everything worse for you until you lean over and whisper what’s wrong in his ear

➤ jumps out of his seat like he’s been electrocuted. “sorry guys! y/n and i gotta go, uhh, meet the parents! bye! love you!” and you’re free

wolf keum

➤ you sit across from wolf, donald at the head of the table, and the others occupying empty seats wherever they please

➤ you can’t help but notice how good wolf looks—i mean, he always looks good, but tonight...

➤ wolf seems to be picking up on the not-so-subtle looks you’ve been sending him because he gives you a gentle warning look beneath the table. not here. wait until i get you home

➤ but you can’t wait. you don’t want to, and you make it obvious by holding his eye contact. one, two...

➤ “something’s come up. i’m sure you boys can figure this out on your own, hm?” wolf says snidely as he stands, pushing his chair back as he does so. “y/n.” he doesn’t need to say more as you rush to your feet, briefly apologizing to the others before exiting the room

[yoinkschief]

Hello Jay, I would like to hear your headcanons about Tom and his mom 👀👀👀 Go on, speak into the mic 🎤

AAA HI NEIL I'M SO GLAD YOU ASKED

Taps mic 🎤 ahem

Buckle in cause this got absurdly long I did not expect to get this long omll

So I guess I'll begin when he was younger,, when his mother and father first got married they were just going into their 30s, and while weren't actually trying for a kid they did end up having one: Tom

Barbara (Tom's mom) was ecstatic at having a kid whereas Peter (Tom's dad) was terrified, he knows he has anger issues and is very aware of how he's gotten easily frustrated with children in the past and doesn't want to get angry towards his soon to be son (though Barbs has been a dear with helping him and his anger, truly he'd be in jail by now if not for her)

Fast forward a bit, Tom's born and while Peter isn't magically cured of any anger issues, Tom is just the sweetest little guy and he, genuinely throughout his fatherhood, has not once gotten angry at his son. Gotten angry a good few things, but his son and wife weren't in that list

Tom is also born completely nonverbal (this is a little reference to how 2004 he's drawn without a mouth,,, I know that all the characters are at this time because mmm animation but in most fanart of 2004 only Tom is the one kept without a mouth because that and his one eye gives him creechur vibes I love it so I incorporated it like this) due to his autism, and he did get formally diagnosed early on due to this

It's a bit of a struggle trying to figure out what he's saying but he's a quick learner for how to read and write so if he can't get what he's trying to say through hand motions or actions he'll go and write it down (at least when he gets around 5yo, the years before were hard and they had to learn a weird, Tom version of sign language,, to clarify not actual sign language just learning what motions of his mean what)

One interaction I think about a lot with Tom and his mother is in Tom's youth when he's, maybe, 4? And he sees his mom shave her hair for the first time. Tom didn't like the sudden change as she looked like a different person and was having trouble understanding why it was gone

It took Barb a while to fully understand what he meant, why he was crying and whatnot, but finally able to sit him down in her lap he started making a lot of motions towards his own hair and then Barb's, and the interaction goes something like this:

"Are you talking about my hair?" Barbara quietly concerns, gesturing to her now bald head.

Tom made small grunts with wide eyes, rocking in his mother's lap incessantly.

"Okay, okay," She nodded holding her son's hand gently in her own- less so holding and more resting them in her own. "It's gone, baby."

Tom didn't seem to like that answer, shaking his head no with his hand reaching up to grab and tug at his his in distress. His eyes were screwed shut, why would his mom do that? But Barbara was quick to respond with carefully holding her son's hands again, their fingers interlaced as he squeezed on her hands instead in his temper.

"You don't like that it's gone?" She tilted her head to the side, bringing Tom's hands away from his face and towards her chest.

He shook his head no with an upset grunt, swinging his hands (and by proxy his mother's) side to side to drive the point further.

"Ohh,, pumpkin," Barbara gave Tom a sad smile, resting their hands in her lap as she gave him a small, reassuring squeeze.

"It’ll be alright-”

Tom hated that answer more, giving a frustrated noise as his eyes started welling with tears.

“Honey,” Barbara frowned at the tears coming out of her child’s eyes, it hurt to see him so upset, gently running her thumb along his cheeks to swipe them away. “I’m still mama, I’m still you mom.”

She led Tom’s hand over her heart, letting him feel the steady beating of it. The constant and steady pattern of thumping seemed to entrance him for a moment until his mild rocking and distressed noises slowly came to a halt.

“See? It’s still me, baby.” She cooed, running her thumb along the back of her son’s hand. “My hair is gone, but I’m here.”

“Sometimes, in life,” Barbara began, setting Tom’s hands down in his lap again now that he was calmer. “things change, and we can’t control it. Like my hair, you couldn’t control that, could you?”

Tom looked up from watching his hand feel the steady movement of her heart pumping, looking up at his mother’s face. He still looked displeased and upset, but less so, even going as far as to reach for where her hair used to be, trying to grab at the air around her head like it was still there. Fruitless.

She held his hand again, pressing it against her cheek with a broad smile, one she gave him often. He couldn’t keep his resentment for long, giving his own goofy smile back with a giggle. The way her gap tooth showed when she smiled that big was forever burned into his memory, only disappearing from her face so that she could kiss the palm of her son’s hand.

Tom shook his head, frowning at the thought but keeping a wide eyed expression to his mother as she continued her lesson. She smiled to him once again.

“Well, that happens a lot in life.” She sighed, cupping Tom’s cheek in her hand. “And no one likes it, you’re not alone for thinking that. But what you can control is how you deal with the change. Like how you showed me how upset you were, so now we’re talking about it. Do you feel better about it now?”

Tom took a moment, eyes casted down as he thought on it. He gave a small nod as he looked back up at her.

“Good.” She beamed. “And from now on, I’ll do my best to let you know beforehand when I make a change like that, alright?” She kissed Tom’s forehead, causing the child to give a small giggle. That was her favorite noise.

Now, Tom was always a Mama's Boy (not in a derogatory way, he just loved his mom a whole hell of a lot) but even moreso after his father died. They both were grieving and so it caused them to cling closer together because of it, to the point that had it not been for his friend (at the time only Matt, but later Edd too as this was before Tord was introduced to the friend group) he probably would've completely self isolated

They do a ton of things together as Tom gets over and they both eventually heal from Peter's death, baking, sewing, shopping, watch movies, anything they can do when they have the chance to hang out together

They were so close in fact that Barbara was genuinely the first person he came out to for being nonbinary (He/They pronoun user :) ) and of course she loved him unconditionally, but he didn't even tell Matt, Edd or Tord (now in Highschool and having been introduced to delinquent) that yet

However, later in his highschool years, around late Junior year (11th grade) or early Senior year (12th grade) of highschool his mother dies as well. Not from a freak bear with a gun attack though, instead from Pneumonia, which is something she tends to get a lot and always had in her youth, and while it usually isn't fatal and there is treatment and whatnot and she definitely took as much as help as she could, this time just hit different it seemed.

This really fucked with Tom during some of his most important years of his life and caused him to go into a BIG depressive episode for a long long time

Side note that I guess also kinda applies: Had it not been for Tord being just as stubborn of a jackass as Tom, he would've completely self isolated. Edd and Matt helped a lot in his youth but he also had his mom to encourage him, but now with his immediate family all gone he didn't see much of a reason to interact with people. And where Edd and Matt lack in persuasion, Tord more than makes up for in the lack of giving a fuck and would literally drag Tom outside even if he was kicking and screaming. This is mostly because Tord is second only to Tom himself in how durable he is, like a brick shithouse (built like one, too) and not afraid to make Tom hate him if it meant getting him better in the long run (a running theme I have for their relationship :) they're less so "GRR I HATE YOU I HOPE YOU DIE /GEN" and more of like have this weird understanding with eachother where like "I'll literally kill you if you touch me but I'd kill anyone you touched you" type beat, unafraid to get the other to hate them for the greater good because they have the understanding that they wouldn't do something so wildly stupid for no reason. Yes that plays into The End and the future events of WTFuture)

I love them so much oh my god you have zero idea

Anyway, TL;DR

Tom and his mom are extremely close and helped each other get through the worst of times while Tom continues to learn the lesson of "everything changes, it's out of your control, and you can only control how you proceed with it"

[secretwhumplair]

On the road

1,419 words | Heir apparent (sequel to Healing)

Content | Starvation, crying, fear of dark/recapture, past parental abuse/whumper turned caretaker

Notes | Travelling is hard when you're starved and terrified

Taglist | @whumpycries @whatwhump @barebarb @echo-goes-aaa @cyborg0109

»Can you ride?«

Sharru hadn’t even been able to sit up straight - at least, that was what he claimed. He had barely managed to dress when they brought him fresh clothes. But Taba was dying to return home. It wasn’t only the government business that had been neglected during their frantic search for their son - they wanted him safe in the castle.

They hoped he wanted the same, that he would be able to scrape together what strength he had left. He was starved, and there seemed to be something more to it, something running deeper than hunger or cuts.

They wouldn’t have tolerated this nonsense a few short days ago, would have forced him to pull himself together. He was the heir, he had to carry himself like it. But that was gone.

Seeing their son so ruined, all they wanted was to put him back together.

And they didn’t know how.

They had seen him hurt and crying before. They had been the cause often enough, pushing him to become what he needed to be as the future monarch. But not like this.

Sharru pressed his eyes shut, another pair of tears rolling down his cheeks. The sight irritated Taba, still, but they held their tongue. Now wasn’t the time. Maybe, for once, the tears might even be considered justified.

»I can try,« he offered.

»Good.« They were more relieved than they could admit. Proud, even. »Come.«

They stood, and only hesitated for a moment before extending a hand. They could ride ahead with a few guards while the rest broke off camp. Truly, they didn’t want to wait a moment longer than they had to.

Sharru stared at their hand as if he had never seen it before. For a moment, his eyes flickered up to their face, insecure. But finally he put his own hand into theirs and let them help him up.

They weren’t much of a one for touching, but now they were glad to be holding him. Sharru himself clung on to their hand as if for dear life as they walked out of the tent together. It felt strange, it almost felt wrong. They had always preferred their son to be self-reliant, to get by without their help, but now - they had seen him in that cell. Maybe they were being foolish, but for now, it seemed too much to ask.

They dished out orders left and right, and within minutes, their horses were ready. Taba left Sharru next to his, Zircon, and absentmindedly patted Onyx’ neck as they mounted, keeping altogether too much attention on their son.

He, too, reached out to pat Zircon, then leant against the stallion’s side, burying his face in his neck - quickly, as if he hoped it would go unnoticed.

* Sharru let Zircon’s warm chestnut fur soak up his tears. At least the horse wouldn’t judge him for it.

He wished he was already home at the castle, wished he could just curl up in his bed, in his room, guarded, and forget the world for a bit. Heal, however unreal that seemed - it didn’t feel like he was ever going to be okay.

But of course, he’d have to ride there. He’d have to climb on Zircon’s back and spend days, probably, on the road, and then when they got home - his parent would expect him to resume his duties. Of course they would.

They had been acting odd, almost caring. But he was sure he’d reach the limit of their lenience soon.

He just didn’t know.

For now, he only knew they were sitting on their horse, watching him, probably, weep into his. He could only imagine how pathetic he must look to them.

He pulled himself together. He wanted to go home, so this was the least he could do.

Very gracelessly, he climbed up on Zircon’s back, the effort enough to make him dizzy. He really was weak, and it was, it turned out, just a few hours into morning - there was a long day of travelling ahead of them.

It wasn’t over yet. It felt like it would never be over.

They rode off in silence. That wasn’t unusual; he rarely had the nerve to speak to his parent, so they were often silent unless there was business to discuss. He was grateful they were holding off on it - surely, some things must have come up in the past eight days. This way, at least he could focus on staying on Zircon.

His parent set a reasonable pace, one he could keep without the strength to push Zircon much, and he was grateful for that, too. They even took multiple breaks over the day. His parent didn’t want to, he could tell: they would stand by as he rested, or pace like a captive panther, always making him anxious about even indulging in this luxury they were granting him.

But he did need the breaks. His body might be healed, but it was still starved, not to mention the horrible state his mind was in.

Somehow, he made it until nightfall. The guards left behind to take care of the camp had long since caught up to them, and set up the tents again. His parent took care of Onyx while the guards were busy securing the perimeter and building a fire.

Sharru did his best to follow their lead, even though he almost buckled under the weight of the saddle as he pulled it off Zircon. They took it from him without a word.

But the hunger still eating away at his strength wasn’t the worst.

The worst was the dark. Even by the light of the fire, there were too many shadows surrounding the camp, shadows in which who knew what could be lurking, just waiting for an opportunity.

He hadn’t been afraid of the dark in a long time. That was why he hadn’t been worried sneaking out by himself to look at the stars. That was why-

He forced the fear in his heart down. It worked by the light of the fire, while they ate their supper.

But the royal tent was darker still.

He tried to lay still and sleep, like he was supposed to.

But he couldn’t. The night was whispering all around him, and some part of his soul was convinced they’d snatch him back before morning. He was being stupid and weak, but the terror was too real to ignore, and he kept listening into the dark, kept staring for a deeper shadow against the soft echo of the campfire outside the tent.

He heard his parent sit up as he turned for the thousandth time. He would have been worried about the fact that he now was in trouble with them, too, if that fear hadn’t been so vastly overshadowed.

»Can’t you sleep?«

»I’m sorry,« he muttered, half-surprised he managed to command his voice at all.

»Are you in pain?«

»I’m scared!« The words burst out before he could stop himself. How pathetic-

»We’re being guarded. Nothing is going to happen to you.«

»I know.« It was the only thing he could say. »I know, I just…« He couldn’t help it. And he couldn’t expect them to understand that. It was all he could do not to burst into tears again.

Their silhouette shifted, leaning over him. »No one is going to hurt you. I’ll incinerate anyone who tries.« There was a hardness to their voice he knew from being scolded; it was always downright odd feeling it not directed at him.

But it wasn’t. It wasn’t, and the relief washing through him at the words was almost as ridiculous as the horribly childish thought pushing past his lips; it was easier in the dark. »Promise?«

They straightened up, as if - as if they were preparing to keep watch, and he could not have foreseen their response. »I promise.«

It was so unusual it did nothing to help him relax; it only diluted the fear with another wave of the confusion he had felt at their entire behaviour since - since they had caught him in their arms.

Yet he was grateful. Of course. He was so, so grateful.

It felt so warm that there in the dark, he decided to push his luck with a hopeless whisper. »Can you hold my hand?«

A moment passed, then their warm hand closed around his fingers.

He could hardly believe it.

His parent was here, was protecting him, and finally, he fell asleep.

[sorcerous-caress]

I find the fireball very lovable! Please do Minthara and Halsin!

Aaa thank you <33

Most of these are actually positive! Well, except for one. Sol is a hypocrite in some too.

Sol with companions 2

Minthara

Sol isn't sure why you're going through all of this effort to save a single person. What are you gaining out of it?

When Minthara is finally recruited and they get to know her a bit and evaluate her power, they still don't get it. Everything Minthara has is something the rest of the companions already offer, what can she give you that they can't?

What do you mean you're not doing this for gain but just because you...like her? You do know she doesn't like you back or any of us really right?

But you still like her? You still see worth in her beyond gain?

You're weird, Sol concludes, it's not Minthara that's weird, it's you.

Still... they are actually kinda glad you did save her, Ketheric reminded them back of when the red dragon discarded one of their siblings so easily. Minthara isn't half bad. She doesn't sugarcoat things, and she speaks directly, which is always a plus in Sol's book.

But unlike Lae'zel, Minthara is more closed off. It's clear that she has room for only one person in her heart or as a friend and that's clearly you. Sol begrudgingly admits they did attempt to bond with her but were met with rejection, doesn't matter really, it's her loss.

Since when did they even try to bond with people? This is just confusing. By act 2, you've been influencing them with your weird "make friends with everyone I see" attitude. So really this is your fault.

They like her more than they care to admit. They wonder what she thinks of them, but she is very hard to read. They laugh at her puns a lot. They think she is very funny unironicly. Especially her murder jokes, oh, those never get old.

Minthara would be able to see through them very easily. She'd be able to tell early that they want her approval but are playing hard to get on purpose. She might find it amusing and pathetic.

But she'll tell you that the one thing about Sol she sees worth in, is the fact despite all their claiming and facade, they aren't actually over their head when it comes to magic like most Sorcerers. It's the fact they learned fighting and considered the possibility of losing their magic and needing a plan B.

Despite them lacking emotional stability, they are taking precautions and handling it better than most spoiled brats Minthara has seen in her lifetime. They aren't blinded by love for magic and actually treat it as the unstable unpredictable force it is.

But don't tell them that. It won't boast their ego like you think but will put them on edge around you for seeing through them. Minthara tells you to keep it to yourself.

Sol doesn't know much about elves or drows, really, and the only other two options in the party are...kinda off limits for Sol, so they resort to Minthara to hearing about elf culture. Which results in Sol getting misinformed. They learn drow propaganda as actual facts for elves thanks to Minthara.

Wait, you're dating Minthara now? Damn that's cool. They're actually impressed by you managing to do that. You know if the two of you are down to one night of sharing...then Sol might actually consider it.

Halsin

Doesn't trust him, doesn't like him, doesn't talk to him, or even looks his way. Doesn't even try being mean to him they just fully avoid him. That's how much he unnerves them.

At first they were excited when you told them about rescuing an arch-druid. Even if you're a druid, you're cool and all but you're not really an arch-druid are you? They can't wait to meet him and ask so many questions.

Then they do eventually meet him, and they're silent. Not speechless just quietly observing him. The more he talks, the more he fusses over you, the more he tells you about his plans to save the grove and how he needs your help, how he promises to be by your side.

Oh, they definitely don't like him.

His whole gentle demeanour, his soft mannerism. They keep looking for any hint of suppressed rage under his skin, any trace of malicious intent.

Why was he so quick to touch you? Why was he so quick to trust you?

The various scars littering his body, not from battle no, but from surrender. From purposely letting an animal win against him just so he wouldn't cause them harm.

The way he looks at Sol with clear pity, still extending a hand of guidance as if they're too a stray dog waiting to be cured by him.

Sol feels sick to their stomach whenever he's nearby.

There's a line between kindness and condescension. Sol thinks Halsin doesn't see them as a person but a by product of their environment.

Much like the shadowcurse, something to be cured and cleansed. Never realising how the shadow curse gave life to different flora and fauna that had as much of a right to exist as other plants. That every plant is technically a weed and not just what you deem to be unfit for your garden.

They expected an arch-druid to see life in everything, to realise that nature extends beyond what mortals deem as the natural order. That rot and decay is also a stage of healing. They are beyond disappointed by Halsin and his boxed views, how he thinks he has the right to speak for mother nature.

They warn you about him countless times, how he is biting more than he can chew. During the choice between him and Minthara in the good grove run, they side with Minthara and tell you it's the best to pick her.

The whole struggle of Sol with love is their overwhelming possessiveness and jealousy, something that's probably a joke to Halsin which is why irks them more.

They don't even envy him for it. He just seems so out of touch with reality and emotions for them that he might as well be an alien. Lae'zel what possibly could be an actual alien is so much more closer to their heart and relatable than Halsin ever could be.

Any dialogue or banter they have with him is mostly Halsin speaking and Sol avoiding his questions, not rocking the boat, never revealing anything to him.

They disapprove of his good ending where he adopts so many children, as a person who grew up in a family of many kids, they tell you how it never goes well. How not one of them will get enough attention, how Halsin will stretch himself thin to attempt to parent these children and it still will never be enough.

A single child requires beyond what most people think, the amount of effort it takes to raise a single soul, to nurture it, and care for it. Halsin is wa over his head for thinking raising children would be as easy as caring for packs of animals in a grove of regrowing a forest.

Most of all, they hate Halsin's willful ignorance and refusal to live in reality. Endless optimism is a slow deadly poison.

Minsc

They tried being mean to him, Boo bit them, Sol learned about true consequences that day.

They still are mean, but they keep a safe distance between them and Minsc from now on, just so no flesh eating rodent munches on their scales.

But it is hard to be mean to him, you know? He just misunderstands their words and thinks they're compliments. They feel like a failure, they're supposed to be good at this.

Although...he is strong, and a ranger is basically a discount druid, right? He keeps giving them these suggestions and solutions for how to deal with their magic, none of them make sense or even remotely work, but Sol finds them entertaining. And it kinda shows that he does think about them and other people during his free time...that's kinda sweet.

Act 3 Sol is a much softer person than Act 1 and Act 2, which is why they warm up to Minsc faster. Why they don't hide their fondness for him, plus he is the only person they agree to play chess with because he is the only person they can beat.

They never want to ever re-experience the humiliation of losing to Karlach while the whole camp was watching. At least Minsc cheered for them that time, and every time they win against him, he seems like he had fun instead of being a bitter loser like Sol.

Also, they kinda see themselves in him? How he ignores the fact he lost an arm wrestling match to Halsin. Sol definitely relates. He is just so human and filled with flaws yet so accepting of them and all people, not fake or selfless kindness.

He told Sol that he would knock them out on their bum and let Boo bite them if they turned out like the other evil sorcerers. That promise made Sol admire him more. Sure, they never believed in concrete, evil, or good, but his sole dedication to the cause is admirable.

Plus, if he is willing to tell them this, it shows how he isn't afraid to lose their friendship, how he isn't trying to keep them around for gain.

He...reminds them of an older brother they used to have. Sol was so young when he met his end, when one day he went inside the locked fireproof room only for him not to be there by the morning. Only a pile of ash behind the door, even his bones didn't survive.

He always picked Sol up, spun them around, called them adorable and didn't believe in the whole being mean notion that their family insisted on and how it builds thicker skin.

After his death, Sol became just like their other siblings, just as mean and bitter. They wonder if he'd be disappointed in them if he saw them now, if he'd still think of them as adorable.

They ask Minsc to spin them around one day when none is nearby, Minsc doesn't ask questions and just does it. Sol is eternally grateful.

Jaheira

Now that's a druid they can respect. They make fun of her for being so old, and she returns it and calls them a clueless fetus. A friendship is blossoming.

At the start tho, they did give her shit for being a lacking mother. Sol always took her kids side and commented on how she should be there for them, how it is selfish of her to choose the safety of the world over her own children.

To Sol's surprise, Jaheira didn't deny it and accepted it. Yes she is a very flawed person and a selfish bad mother at times, yes she can never balance her work and family. But fuck Jaheira went through a lot all the shit the world through at her, the fact she is still surviving is a miracle.

So someone as green as Sol doesn't get the right to judge her unless they can do better than her, if Sol demands perfection then they better meet their own standards first.

That she did her best with what the world had to offer, and she will still choose to adopt her kids each time no matter how harder it made her life. Because at least she was there for them when the whole world turned their back on them.

Sol stares at her for a while, before saying how much they hate how right she is about it. Fine, they were wrong and hasty.

And since that day they held sort of a mutual respect to each other? But not in a teacher student kind, never that.

Jaheira still listens to Sol's comments and takes their criticism in stride, and tells Sol when their opinion is wrong or their advice is lacking. In a way, both learn from each other.

Sol doesn't see her as a mentor or an authority figure at all, more like a colleague, if anything. Although the same can't be said about Jaheira, who gets the same headache around Sol that she gets around her daughter Rion,

Jaheira thinks the two of them would be friend if they met but knows it will give their menaces a multipler of x4, so she just hopes these two never meet.

Alternative universe if they ever met.

Sol: Your mom's a bitch

Rion: I know, and yours a whore.

Sol: I know, I heard you got fired from the flamingfist.

Rion: So?

Sol: Wanna set their building on fire?

Rion: ...is this for a pun?

Sol: Yes.

Rion: Nice, let's go.

Tara

Of course, Tara absolutely hates Sol for bullying Gale, even if she agrees with some of their criticism. Gale is still her baby, and only she gets to make fun of him. That puny sorcerer better know their place before Tara throws up a hairball on their pillow.

So Tara pretends she is just a normal cat around them out of spite, just replies with meows and rolls her eyes.

Sol is none the wiser, they think she is just a normal cat that happened to have wings. I mean some sorcerers are humans who happened to sprout dragon wings too so in Sol's world view it makes perfect sense for a cat like Tara to exist.

Worst of all, they think Tara likes them which is why she ruins their stuff a lot. They have no concept or frame of reference for how most animals should behave.

Attempted to pet her and got their whole arm scratched up? Awww this kitty must want to play, cats are so adorable.

Tara pissed on their bed just before it's time to sleep? Sol read in a book that cats only go to the bathroom in the spots they consider the most private and safe, Sol is beyond touched that Tara trusts their scent and bed this much.

They gave her a fish or food, and she threw it at them? Kitty wants to share and feed them! How considerate of her. She even chewed some of the food before she spat it in Sol's direction, just like how mama cats feed their babies!

What do you mean "no, that's birds"? Uh, no, Sol is pretty sure it's cats. You clearly don't know much about animals, do you.

Honestly Sol can never understand how someone as useless and pathetic as Gale managed to find such a thoughtful and nice cat. Really how could he not appreciate this animal?

Clearly, he doesn't give Tara enough attention. Otherwise, why would she follow Sol around this much? What do you mean there is an ominous evil look in her eyes? Nah, she is just a kitty cat. They're not evil. That's just their norm.

Tara could be hissing and screaching at them for no reason, and Sol, who is used to songs in the draconic language, would think she is singing for them or expressing her love.

Scratch

They call him Tav 2.0 sometimes, if you complain then they'll say fine they'll just call you Scratch junior instead, happy? No? Too bad Scratch junior.

Honestly, the resemblance is uncanny. They stare at the two of you whenever you pet him and check in with him, but if you look at Sol they'll immediately look away.

Made a list of companions, least and most likely to be sacrificed if the worst came to worst, and Scratch had no food left.

They added themselves to the list, so that makes it fine. Don't worry about it. And yes, you too are on the list.

When the group makes it to Act 3 and meets Scratch's previous owners. If Sol in the party they will insult them at how pathetic they are for only raising their hand on animals weaker than them, on how if that means Sol has the right to beat them up since they are clearly stronger.

Honestly, Sol is fully on board with killing them, saying how they don't even deserve to breed and continue their lineage. So what use do they have to the world? They're clearly annoying cowardly so just burn the whole bridge instead.

Talking about the city, if you end up going along with Sol's every whim or suggestion, your group will end up arreseted at some point. Luckily, Sol believes in bribes, which is what kept them out of prison for so long.

Owl bear cub

This is a fire hazard following them around with the cutest squeaks ever, and oh Sol is so weak to temptations. But Lae'zel and Tav are having a chat nearby and Sol can't afford to let them see this, they can't just hug something so fluffy and show others they can be soft.

At least nor during Act 1.

....maybe just a little bit, maybe they can sneak a feel or two?

Yeah they won't notice, they have shit perception right? Sol will just be sneaky which they're very bad at with all of their jingling jewellery. Or maybe they'll cast invisibility on themselves so they can hug the cute owlbear cub and bury their face in his feathers.

This is...so soft, is this heaven? How can one animal be this soft? Fuck druids are so lucky imagine having a friend who can turn into a walking cloud so easily, Sol would never stop cuddling them if they could.

Ah....was that a spark? Here goes another one and yep they've set fire to the oblivious owlbear who's clueless to the flames spreading on their feathers, Sol is panicking and picks up the owlbear cub who just thinks they're cuddling.

They're considering chucking him into the nearby river to get him into water as soon as possible. They're aren't thinking clearly. They just need to act fast.

Before they could do it and potentially ruin the owlbear cub's trust in them forever. A massive circle of water rains on them suddenly, sniffing out the flames and drenching both of them in water.

They look around to an annoyed Gale who's hand is glowing as he reattempts to focus on the book he's reading.

Did he help them?

But oh their invisibility is gone and they hear a snicker nearby from Tav who's standing next to a very confused Lae'zel, both looking at Sol, the supposed brutal mean Sorcerer who doesn't need anyone, with an owlbear cub in their arms who's licking the water off of their hair.

[sarah-dipitous]

Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 292

Breakdown/The Doctor Falls

“Breakdown”

Plot Description: when Donna’s niece is attacked and kidnapped, Sam and Dean help track her down, and in the process discover a very sinister operation

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: right off the bat, it doesn’t look promising. You could not get me to stop at that rest stop. Nah, I’ve got AAA, I’m not getting out of the car, I’m ok

(Megumi is trying to attack my phone screen or locking my glasses at every turn so this could take a while)

Poor Donna. First everything that happened last episode, now this

Oh. When that guy said family reunion, he meant when the remaining women of spn rescued the boys

I get what Sam is saying, but Dean’s right. They can’t leave even if it means potentially attracting the attention of the real fbi again

Dean’s such a good big brother though trying to cheer up and reassure Sammy

This dude is so freaking creepy, Megumi’s scared of him too

Donna’s good at being a cop (derogatory). It’s so disappointing how many characters are cops

I don’t necessarily believe this pastor they brought in but the cashier who told Donna’s niece to smile more is too obvious. I also don’t think it was the long haired guy…maybe.

This is too regular horror for me.

Oh the cashier IS involved. He calls the sicko auctioning off human body parts to monsters as food when he finds someone he thinks no one will miss. I hate him. I hated him before, but this is a new level

I’m so mad Charlie’s dead at a time like this. She’d be able to crack where this dude broadcasts from

(What if it’s Ketch? I don’t think it is, but I could see him using people………………….WHAT IF IT IS THE FBI AGENT?!?! It’s not because he’s with Sam but how sick would that be?)

THE CASHIER IS A VAMPIRE???

WAIT!! The FBI agent IS in on it?

I can’t believe I was right about the FBI agent, but who is the guy in the mask?

(Oh. Right, they’re trying to auction off Sam now. I dunno what part of him went for $5k but that’s not bad)

Goddamn $500k for Sam’s heart

Ah yes, the good old pan away from the gun that’s supposed to be shot only to reveal that the monster got shot by one of the boys (obviously Dean in this case)

Poor Doug is so freaked out about having been a vampire got a couple hours, are he and Donna about to break up? ☹️

Oh, Sammy. The boys really do just trade off who’s lost all hope

“The Doctor Falls”

Plot Description: The Doctor makes a final stand against an army of cybermen

These cybermen scarecrows are reminding me that we never found out who was under the mask in spn…guess it didn’t matter

I knew Missy wanting to be good was too good to be true……but she did seem surprised when Simm!Master came back. She’s probably seizing the opportunity. It’s easy to fall back into old habits

Oh. Shit. That’s either really smart or really stupid, expanding the definition of humanity to include brings with two hearts

She’s such an opportunist. I love her

Bill’s heart is still in there 😭😭😭

Excuse me?? Bill’s just…back now?? Not mad about it. Just…I can’t tell if she looks like herself or if they’re hiding that she still has the facade of a cyberman (ok. It was the latter. I figured as much)

Tell her the truth Doctor (I hate that both Bill and Danny got turned into cybermen)

I’m so mad that this is how it’s going. Bill deserves so much better than this. I’m pretty disengaged despite regeneration coming and Simm!Master being here

Is it time for Missy and the Master to be heroic? And go get his TARDIS? So maybe they can also get the Doctor’s?

The tension between the two Masters is funny because they’re constantly trying to answer the “would you fuck your clone?” post

Twelve’s speeches are always so good, and him pleading with the Masters to just do the right thing this time is so heart wrenching

The fact that Simm!Master completely ignored everything the Doctor just said is even more heartbreaking for Twelve (but that’s just who that character is)…but now it falls to Missy

“Stand with me. It’s all I’ve ever wanted” “Me too, but no. Sorry.” 😭😭😭 they want me to cry myself to sleep tonight do they??

Noooooooo. The Doctor charging Nardole with the safety of everyone on this ship and their evacuation from this floor while he stays (and Bill stays) to blow the whole floor up

I know Missy just betrayed the Master but I cannot tell what she actually did. She poison him?? So he’d regenerate into her converging the timeline so she could go help the Doctor

NO!! He shot her in the back, and in some weird way that should prevent her from regenerating (but we all know she will)

Twelve will never know she was going to come back 😭

It’s starting!! He’s regenerating!!

Good lord, how did he survive that blast? The short answer is he didn’t, but that should have instantly killed him

EXCUSE ME?! The girl from the puddle……..oh. No. I’m so confused. Bill’s no longer in the cyberman armor and the girl from her first episode is back but how is Bill not dead, IS she dead? It appears to be some kind of almost limbo state that’s just this side of actual living, but they do get to be together so I guess that’s nice.

Has there been a lot of melodrama this episode? Yes, but I’m really curious if Moffat can stick the landing

Twelve’s hair is so floofy I love it…oh, he stopped his regeneration. He has spent a LONG long time being Twelve. He spent two BILLION years in that prison in his confession disc thingy. I know he’ll say he’s only like 2000 years old or whatever but you can’t discount all that

Baby, it’s time. It’s regeneration time. Or not. Looks like we’ll get that next time. That said, Walter Frey as the Doctor is definitely something that requires getting used to. He definitely looks the part but all I can think is that he orchestrated the red wedding

[antimatterz]

Hi there! I'm back after a few days of doing missions and farming and everyone is now level 50! Well, almost everyone, I still have three more that needs their ascension materials but I have to wait for a bit after I poured out all trailblaze power to get exp materials. How are you? Seems like self-aware au is becoming your new agenda. Once I saw your three updates, I couldn't be anymore excited and look forward to some more. There is so many things you can think about when it comes to self-aware au, based on experience alone. I would love to write them, if only I had much motivation to do so.

After reading the fic about logging in at ungodly hours, I felt bad of all those days that I did not bother to sleep just to finish the Belobog arc and jump to Xianzhou. Not to mention the number of times I had to repeat to defeat Bronya and the Ebon Deer. It was 10 times for Bronya and the Ebon Deer was around 15 or 16. The Doomsday Beast only took me 3 times. My frustration during those times were at peak that I ranted over my friends about it. They don't even play Star Rail. And those sleepless nights still continue until now and I bet Stelle would have already bonk me with her bat. So it's super relatable and not to mention, cute. Probably before Dan Heng passes out, he makes sure that you had log out completely. And whether it reaches or not, he mumbles some good night and rest well to you. If Blade were able to do it, he would give you a playful flick on the forehead while sternly telling you to sleep already. He watches you as you log out and then he breathes out as a sigh of relief now that you are resting finally. Gepard would want to get out the system just to take care of you. Mr.Cold Feet is Mr. Cold Feet, man has many things up his sleeve, of course, he'll be up with you. And please someone help sleeping beauty ╥⁠﹏⁠╥

Mr. Luocha just arrived yesterday, and I keep getting Qingque, help. Hopefully, I'll get him or maybe Miss Yukong on the next pull (I'm so into being delusion that I start giving honorifics to fictional characters). I also read your Blade fic and also the one with Dan Heng. I really would like it if Blade joins my team but I don't know about Dan Heng. What if he doesn't come home like I may have run out of time or ran out of stellar jades? Delusional—what if Dan Heng sabotages each pull or Blade would avoid joining my team at all cost by dodging my pulls? Manifesting that we could get them at the next pull and we could also get the upcoming characters too.

aaa i'm sorry for getting back to you so late, i really wanted to take a moment to sit down to form a proper reply instead of coming up with something rushed, but i was kinda busy ;_; also this is a super long post because i added your other asks as well in order not to clog up the dash so i added a cut!

ooh good job! that's pretty neat! i have to admit that i don't even bother to level up all my characters. i bring them to lvl 20 and ascend them for the free warp but that's about it lol. but i miiiight lvl them up at some point because i've been hearing pretty good things about some of them and i kinda want to try them out too, you know? for example i used qingque in a trail and she did some pretty amazing numbers? so i feel like she's worth it to lvl up and build her! so yeah i'm currently prefarming to lvl my most-used characters to lvl 80 because i'm about to reach equilibrium lvl 5, but after that i might start working on my other characters! okay that was a whole story i'm sorry shdhfh.

that aside, i'm doing pretty good! as i mentioned before, i'm kinda busy but i try to find moments to write and relax so i'm holding up hehe. and yeah apparently? self-aware au is super fun to write and brainrot about and now i'm getting a lot of requests on it too! come to think of it, you're kind of the one who started this all! so thank you for that hehe.

to be fair, i'm procrastinating the trailblaze missions so i haven't encountered the ebon deer yet, i'm still somewhere around the part where we interrogate kafka lol. i'm sooo behind i know >.< maybe i should catch up? but i have like, zero motivation to do so help. and ooh that's so relatable. none of my friends play hsr so i have no one to talk to : ( i guess that's why i always go all out replying to your asks because i'm so happy that i get to ramble about dan heng and the game in general fjshdhd.

oh yes i can imagine stelle doing that! and aaa dan heng, he's secretly so worried about our sleeping schedule and the relief when we log out to sleep is real lol. also i can perfectly hear his tired goodnight y/n and it makes me really soft :< and yes gepard!!! he would totally get so frustrated because he can't get out to actually see you off to sleep, he's such a doting sweetheart :3

ooh congrats on getting him! i'm still hesitating whether to get him or not because i really want blade, kafka AND dan heng il, and i'm not sure how to pull that off without spending my entire bank account shfhdh. and well as i said before, i think qingque is actually pretty good? i hope she will come in useful for you! i'm solely pulling for miss yukong (miss yukong sounds great, i'm gonna use that hehe). i mean i think she buffs imaginary damage and i don't have/use any other imaginary characters but i just love her (and tingyun!!) so much that i had to have her. i have her at e1 now and i'm just hhhh i love my foxian ladies >_<

let's just hope dan heng and bladie can put their rivalry aside for our sake, because i dearly love both (okay if i have to pick one it will always be my beloved dan heng but hhh). but yes indeed, manifesting getting both!!

realistically speaking, it would be best to prepare for the worst when it comes to dan heng il, but i'm so attached to my boy, i don't want him to leave the crew.. what if we never see him again?? don't even wanna think about that >.< let's just hope hope hope it won't be that bad and that he gets to stay with us :< if not i will riot shfhdh.

i've been building her a little and so far she's doing okay? i mainly started using her because i needed a physical dps but then i saw her ult where she summons a massive angry chicken and i laughed out loud let me tell you that lol. she's far from completed yet, though, she's still a work in progress but i keep getting distracted by other characters oops?

hehe yep! you just inspired me and besides, i really appreciate you stopping by in my ask box so i just wanted to do a little something! i'm glad it made you happy :D

and yes of course! welcome to my lil' anon family!

aaa smiling dan heng?! i couldn't find the artwork sadly but that sounds lovely, his smile melts my heart >_< especially since it's so rare because his face is always so stoic. and oh i'm guilty of doing that too hehe.

hoyo knows what they're doing and it's not ok. now i not only have to save for dan heng il but also for his signature light cone ;_;

i saw that on tiktok !!!! and the way i gasped !!!! it's so insanely cool they're treating dan heng il like some kind of deity and i'm loving it, our man deserves this (i'm just not sure if my heart is ready to love this man even more?!!)

that can only mean one thing, right? he's getting close aaaaa i'm not prepared and i'm not sorry for the person i will become when he officially drops 3:)

[voidendron]

I've been listening to The Magnus Archives

episode 111 broke my heart 😭

[hydrobes]

Favourite sex position headcanons I

Pairings: Snezhnaya/Fatui edition. Childe, Scaramouche, Dottore (separately) x f!reader

Warnings: Sub!reader, submission, domination, masochism, sadism, unprotected sex, exhibitionism, voyeurism, fingering, rough sex.

W/c: Bulletpoint headcanons and a short drabble.

a/n: phew, im finally posting this. Apologies again for the wait, enjoy~

NSFW, 18+ content below cut, minors DNI.

Childe:

Standing / Against Wall

Childe is an absolute nuisance with no shame. He craves for how you gasp and whine when forced up against the wall.

If you’re in public, hidden in an alleyway perhaps, he’ll tease and mock you for being too loud until your biting your lip to keep your sweet noises secret.

If you choose to be loud then he’ll hold his hand over your lips to muffle your moaning. He doesn’t actually want to get caught, but he’ll use it as an excuse to slip his fingers into your mouth and toy with your tongue. He’ll twitch deliciously inside you if you suck them greedily.

“Ch-childe..” you panted heavily, your legs shook with anticipation and arousal at the situation he’d got you in. Your chest was pressed up against the rough wall of the alley you’d both ducked down, your lovers hands gripped at your hips as he pulled you back against his thick cock. The lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the air leaving nothing to the imagination.

His lips hovered at your neck, delicately brushing over your tender skin. You could feel the devilish smile he wore before he parted his mouth and lay firm kisses and nibbling bites. “Ah!” You cried out, shivers shooting through your spine.

You continued to tremble and gasp under his assaulting lips, heat blooming under the bites. He drew his tongue over the marks, before he pressed soft kisses up your neck until his lips rested at your ear.

“Shh..” he hushed, his breath tickling your reddened ear. “The pathway is barely a few stride away.” He reminded you with a mocking grin. You could still hear the chatter of Liyue’s citizens going about their evening. The thrill had you shaking, your needy cunt dripping at the idea of being caught in such an indecent position.

“Unless you want us to be caught?” He purposefully nipped at your ear lobe causing you to gasp audibly, your hips jerking back against his. He moaned unabashed as you tightened around him, his breath hot against your skin. His hold on you tightened, his nails digging into your skin almost painfully.

“Aaa.. n-no-!” You moaned, your desperate voice betraying your words. You were certain he was be able feel the heat from your cheeks. His deep groans only turned you on more and his pace never faltered, his cock reaching deep inside your eager cunt.

“Mm.. then you’re going have to try and be more quiet.” He chuckled, his voice deep and husky, laced in heavy arousal. With unrelenting purpose he thrust into your seeping cunt with long deep strokes, each one drawing out your gasping breath.

You quivered at the feeling, your arms braced against the wall shaking, you wondered how were you were even supposed to be quiet when he teased you so relentlessly.

Scaramouche:

From Behind / Face Down, Ass Up

Scara is a no nonsense guy, so when you’re in the bedroom with your rather arrogant lover he’ll desire nothing more than for you to be on the bed presenting yourself to him.

He loves to be in control, will thread his fingers into your hair and press your face down against the bed.

All the while his other hand roughly grips your hip, holding you in place as he takes you from from behind.

You pressed your cheek against the soft bedding below you, your hands fisting the quilt as you kept your behind raised up. Completely naked and legs spread you shook with need, you could feel your slick leak out of your displayed cunt. A sharp inhale from you lover was all you heard before the bed creaked and dipped as Scaramouche knelt on the edge.

A furious blush coated your cheeks, you chewed your lip in arousal and embarrassment. He needn’t say anything, you knew just how he wanted you. But today he seemed to desire a bit more from you. “Ah-!” You gasped as he gripped your hips in both hands, then dragged you down the bed until you were at the edge.

He made no noise as he stood again. You kept the same position as before, your head resting against the cover. His hands never left you they dipped from your hips, pinching and squeezing your behind, before eventually stopping at your twitching cunt.

“Always so ready for me.” He laughed mockingly, spreading your cunts lips with his fingers. He rubbed the area with unusual tenderness, watching as you trembled and leaked for deeper attention. He snorted a laugh, then wasted no time he plunged his lithe fingers inside you. Gasping moans were forced from your lips. Your cunt squelched and seeped with embarrassing lewdness as he sank his fingers in and out of you.

“Scara..” you whined, rocking your hips to meet his movements. He curled his fingers in response, stroking and toying your gummy walls. “Aaa.. please..” you moaned into the sheets. You spread your legs wider, trying to accommodate his thrusting fingers, which caused your position to lower.

His other hand trailed from your behind, smoothing over your hips and then tucking back under your body. He pressed the palm of his hand against your lower stomach, forcing you to keep your ass raised. Whimpering needly you raised your head and looked over your shoulder as best you could, his intense amethyst gaze pinned yours almost immediately.

“So disobedient today.” He scowled, moving his hand from your stomach to grasp your hair. He tugged harshly, pulling your head back. “Ah-!” You cried out weakly at the tugging pain. “Keep your head down.” He ordered, then forced your head back down against the sheets.

“Haa..” you whined, feeling warm frustrated tears prick the corner of your eyes. His fingers never stopped their relentless thrusting into your core, you felt a fiery ache building up inside you. “Please..” you begged, voice slightly muffled.

“You’ll get what you want when I give it to you, doll.” He clicked his tongue and scowled at your disruptive movements. You curled your feet over the edge of the bed and released a hot shaky breath. You knew it was going be a long night of him edging you into utter submission.

Dottore:

Doggy Style / Bent Over Desk

Dottore is mean through and through. You’ll go check on him in his office, just to see how your lovers day has been, and if it was a particularly bad one he’ll immediately have you bend over his desk.

He’ll rant and rave about how his useless subordinates failed to do something properly while his hand pushes against your lower back, keeping you in place.

As meticulous as he is with work, he really doesn’t care as you drool over and crumple all of his reports. It’s something he can just punish you for anyways.

Your front was flush against the hard oak surface of Dottore’s desk, your hips hanging just over the edge. You stretched your arms out as you gripped the front edge of the desk, trying to find purchase.

“Haa..” breathlessly moans escaped you as his hips smacked against your behind, his quick thrusts digging deep into your slick cunt without remorse. You pressed your cheek against the papers covering the desk, each thrust jolted you forward and rustled the documents.

“Ah-!” You gasped and tensed as a hand hit the desk heavily next to your face. Tilting your head, you could just about glimpse at your lover. Dottore’s crimson gaze stared sharply into your own, his lips twitched up into a grin. You bit your lip, your body trembling with excitement at his pointed look.

“You’re ruining my reports, darling.” He tutted and moved his hand up, now grasping a sheet. “I’m going have to waste my time rewriting them all over again.” You could hear the disdain in his voice, his eyes narrowed at the torn page. Yet you couldn’t look away, always up to challenge him, you smiled wryly.

“Tha- Ah!-“ you choked on your words as he purposefully thrust his hips harshly, sinking into you completely and staying buried, his cock stretching your cunt with embarrassing easy. “Hm?” He hummed, his intense gaze holding you captive.

“That’s not my fault-“ you panted breathlessly, writhing in pleasure at the stuffed feeling. Unable to stand the ache building up in your core you bucked your hips back, trying to urge him on. He sneered at your movements and moved to rest his hand on your back, pressing down firmly to keep you in place. “Nnn..” you whined at this, trembling under his touch.

“Not your fault? But you’re crushing them right now.” He let out a fake sigh and pointed down at the pages under you. Biting your cheek, you shot him a fixed glare. “You-“ you tried to speak up, but he quickly cut you off.

“You will just have to keep me company while I write them again, won’t you darling?” He grinned wildly and moved his grip back to your hips. Of course he had no intention of picking up his pen anytime soon, not with you laid out so deliciously before him.

a/n: oh boy did i get way too into scara’s drabble, masochism/sadism gets me GOOD- Since the 2.1 lore on scara ive been mad on the idea of him calling his lover doll, nhh. childe very nearly got mating press but these bad men needed mean dom positions lmao

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Also please do share your thoughts about fyodor having trouble saying 'I love you' if you can/would like to. I'd love to hear what you think about it!

Personally, I believe if he does vocalise his love it would be a sign of deep trust and affection. It would be a sign of dedication too. It's something that should be said with certainty and confidence. Thus I believe it would take a considerable amount of commitment to say it. Which is why I believe he would more often prefer to show his love through actions or by spending time with his partner. But if the time comes and he says it, it would be a very very important and intimate moment for him and his partner.

aaa how special it would be T-T

🎠 anon

Fyodor and saying 'I love you' [thoughts]

I agree with what you’ve said anon, but let’s expand upon it!

Personally I believe the word ‘love’ to Fyodor is simultaneously strong but shallow. Strong because, as you said, it’s an admission of dedication, that he has and will continue to put his all into the relationship.

Shallow because it just doesn’t properly convey what he feels for them. I've said it before and I'll say it again now, Fyodor is someone who feels things very deeply. So to him ‘love’ comes off short and I think that would really frustrate him, because he wants to be able to express what he feels for them but it just never feels correct, never as intimate as he wants.

The other reason I think he’d struggle is because to him it’s an awfully vulnerable thing to do, and I think he’d feel somewhat weak. Not that he’s ashamed of his love for them or anything, lord no, but more feeling weak for allowing himself to care. The fear that comes with the knowledge that they could be hurt because of him, the fact that he knows he’d be utterly heartbroken if they were. He is enamoured with them and because of that he feels small, and that’s not something he’s used to. So to him saying ‘I love you’ would be admitting all of that as well.

As you said it’d take a while before he’s comfortable saying it. He’d have to fully trust them and be comfortable around them before he could. He’ll show it in other ways though, so don’t worry.

Now I’ve already gone over quality time as his love language before, but I do think acts of service is a close second! I don’t think it’s any secret that Fyodor can get too absorbed in his work and forget to take care of himself, but I like to think he takes great care of his lover. From buying them warmer clothes in winter and autumn to patching up any existing ones. Running them a bath after an especially tiresome day, and he’d try to cook for them at least once a week too (sidenote; he’s the type to really really enjoy cooking with his lover). 

There are also other things he’ll say as a substitute. ‘I believe in you’, ‘I enjoy your company’, and even something as simple as a ‘stay’ all carry the same meaning with him.

When he finally says ‘I love you’ I think it’d be during one of the more peaceful, domestic moments. Reading together in the early morning, baking with them, or so on. 

I do think that once their attention is focused on him there’d be a small moment of hesitation before he actually says it, but once he does it’s full of conviction. There’s not a doubt in his mind that he loves them, that this is the person he wants to spend the rest of his life with.

When they say it back, Fyodor is (internally) going crazy. On the outside he’s just as calm and composed as ever, if not a bit playful at their declaration, but inside his heart is racing and he’s so very happy.

As you said it ends up being a very important moment for the both of them.