#idk i just have so much love for the weird and the questioning inside me

[xmads-omensx]

Hey, would you consider doing a Dom!Noah and Dad!Noah oneshot? Like I wanna know that noah is such a dom for reader but then so soft for their baby boy?

Idk it’s a weird request, and idk how else to explain it, sorry!

Pairing: Noah Sebastian X Reader

CW: references to a dom/sub relationship, talks about pregnancy, mentions of aftercare

Sorry it’s not a full one shot anon! I hope you enjoy anyway!

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Noah was always the dominant one, both in public and in the comfort of your own home.

You did whatever he asked of you without so much as a question, hoping to please him.

When you were bratty, he would punish you accordingly once you were at home.

Sure, he had his soft moments, but they were few and far between a large majority of the time. You would cuddle in bed in the mornings, he whispered sweet nothings into your ear while the performed the greatest aftercare known to man.

At the end of the day, he loved you more than life itself.

But everything changed once you found out you were pregnant.

He became more protective of you, his dom persona coming to the forefront.

Punishments were completely off the table since you couldn’t exactly pursue that whilst pregnant.

He resorted to taking on all the household chores and all the errands whilst you sat on your “pretty little ass” as Noah said and did practically nothing but watch tv all day.

From the moment that your baby boy was born, Noah seemed to… shift.

He was still the dominant protective man that you had married, but something was different. You just couldn’t pinpoint what it was.

Between you and him, he was still the same dom that he had always been. Commanding, protective and strong.

But there was something… almost softer about him.

When the doctor cleared you to start having sex again some months later, he was still the same dominant in that respect too… still, something was different.

It happened in the middle of the night.

You awoke in a cold and empty bed, instantly worrying you since Noah had in fact gone to sleep beside you that night, but now he was nowhere to be found.

There was a soft flow from the hallway which surprised you… so you followed it.

The light was coming from your son Frankie’s room, which was odd considering you were almost one hundred percent positive that you had turned it off when you went to bed that night.

You could hear a gentle humming coming from inside.

You slowly opened the door to see your tall and muscular husband sat on the rocking chair holding Frankie close to his bare chest, humming to him as he rocked back and forth.

Frankie wasn’t asleep, but was instead staring right back at his father with wide eyes.

Then the humming stopped.

“I didn’t realise how soft I could be until I met you little man.” He whispered. “Look at me now huh… big strong dude holding a little tiny baby… weird.”

He paused.

“But you’re my little tiny baby.” Frankie stared at him with adoring eyes. “I’m so happy we had you little man. I’m the luckiest guy alive. I’ve got the cutest baby ever… and the most beautiful wife ever.”

Noah’s voice broke slightly as he spoke, the soft glow of the light making the tears that were forming sparkle.

“I love you.” He whispered to Frankie as he continued to rock back and forth.

In that moment your heart grew two sizes as you watched your boys.

You silently crept back to your bedroom and crawled beneath the covers.

Then Noah came back to join you about ten minutes later.

“You breathe really loud. I knew you were there.” He whispered.

There was a beat of silence before you erupted in laughter.

“I love you… softie.” You whispered as you rolled over to cuddle into him.

“Shut up.” He replied, a warm and tired smile on his face.

You slept great that night.

[voices-in-dark-violets-head]

"Be Yourself", says the Furry Fandom.

And yet, as with many things in life, it's far easier said than done.

I've found that 'being myself' can take a lot of bravery, but I want to tell you why it's so, so important.

Storytime!

At Eurofurence this year, I ran the e621 Gameshow for the third year in a row. And for the third year in a row, we were over capacity. As in, security-comes-in-to-tell-people-to-leave levels of over capacity (Which, my dear sympathies once again with those who had to go!)

We had a crowd that was there for an hour and a half of weird furry porn. Who cheered for horsecock. Who delighted in Falco Lombardi macro art. A hundred people - a quarter of the room - gleefully admitted to being into vore.

The atmosphere was electric, and I hadn't even needed my e-stim kit. This was a crowd who rejoiced in the adult side of the fandom!

And then I asked them - how many people had a fetish they'd be nervous admitting to?

A third of the room raised their hands.

In a room that had been laughing moments earlier about the amount of Mufasa/Simba porn, or getting a 100% success rate on guessing popular cock shapes, 1/3 of them weren't confident in revealing those same parts of themselves.

I don't think this is rare.

I've had folks ask me if I get hate for the kind of art I draw (not really much at all, by the way). But worse, I get people telling me - they wish they could draw what they want, write the characters they love… but they fear what others might say.

I've had commissioners remain anonymous, for fear of people knowing what they're into. Known artists start up alt accounts, so that they can draw a kink without their friends knowing. Writers wringing their hands over possible reactions to their stories.

And I would love to tell you it's all just fear - but truth is, it isn't.

Because it ain't just the big patron sites that are swinging the axe on the 'too weird'. Our own sites - our communities - sharpen their restrictions. Whole kinks, loving and accepted, are now 'too far'.

We're fearing the gaze from the outside. We're hearing their derision. And that can scare us, cause us to hide not just ourselves, but those around us. "What if they think that I'm into that? What would they say? I need to prove I'm not!"

We all crave love and acceptance. And in a fandom formed in rejection from society, don't we just hold such ideals even more tightly? So much so that the very idea of this same community throwing us out - for being ourselves? Of course it's terrifying.

But it turns out, even us outcasts, outsiders… we can all hold prejudices. We all have the ability to draw lines, and give too little thought to what that means. We can so easily turn our own opinions, our fear of what others think of us, into rules that hurt and exclude.

And therein lies the issue. "Be yourself", says the fandom, without stopping to consider how treacherous, how thorned that path can be. To be yourself, sometimes, is to suffer the disgust of those who would tell you to do it in the first place.

But… I'm missing something.

Thing is, this fandom isn't based on any one thing. We're not just here because Zootopia was a kinda cool movie, or Twokinds is pretty sexy, or StarFox looks good when he's fifteen stories tall.

We follow no one IP, no webcomic, no TV show. We follow only one thing:

Ourselves.

WE make the fandom we live in. We're dozens of sexualities, a hundred meetups and conventions, a thousand discord servers and Telegram channels, a million pictures and stories and alt-accounts and roleplays…

We decide what we are.

Aren't we the haven of the weird? The questioning of sexualities? The taboo, even incomprehensible kinks? We joke about vore, knots, gratuitous foot fetishists, but isn't that what makes this place home? Isn't every artist drawing obvious kink art following a beautiful legacy?

We are the monsterfuckers. The maw-obsessed, the paw-sluts, the musk-lovers (er, not that one). With every fetish we draw, every kink we commission, every smut-filled story and problematic character and taboo-laden roleplay…

We're the fandom, making ourselves.

Through being myself, through art and stories and chats and servers, I've found new communities. New friends. New ways to think, new art to enjoy. I've found love, deeper than I ever thought possible.

I've found myself.

And I've been told that through my artwork, stories, friend groups, I've helped people do the same. They've found the words to describe what's been inside them this whole time.

They've found they're not alone.

It's one of the sweetest and most delightful things I've heard.

Yes, it takes bravery to be yourself. You risk being misperceived, either accidentally or wilfully. You risk hurt. You risk confusion. But it's nothing you haven't done before. And in its wake, you will find yourself.

Do not let other people dictate who you are.

Do not let other people dictate who you are.

So when I say to keep furry weird, this is what I mean. Find that part of yourself that yearns to be free, and make this fandom the place for it.

Be yourself. Be so amazingly yourself that your very existence is an act of rebellion.

And Keep. Furry. Weird.

[sheyfu]

pairing: itoshi sae x gn!reader

synopsis: sae turns into a child boohoo (ik impossible but why not idk)

cw: none except my dookie writing skills HAHAHAHHAA IM RUSTY AND IM JS MUCH BETTER W WRITING CHAT AUS’!/&;@/& tbh it kinda lost its plot in the middle but wtv; not proofread HAHAHAAH; swearing

notes: this thought occurred in the midst of me fighting against nature and its worst call (TMI IM SO SORRY); will fix format later cuh i did this on my phone HAHAHAHA; ITS FLUFFY I PROMISE

wc: 781 (LONGER THAN EXPECTED WHAT)

you love itoshi sae. you really really do.

you love him to the point where youre willing to fight anyone and anything just for him even, if it would cost you something.

you wonder how youve come to love him; was it because of his “nonchalant demeanor” that had ticked every time bomb you had in you, or was it his athleticism—yes, i know, boring—that quite literally fixed you in more ways than one? orrr was it actually his cleanliness and (n)-step skin-care routine that would probably do the opposite of what it actually does with how uncooperative your skin is?

youre actually not sure.

but what youre sure about right now, at this time and day, the itoshi sae you fell in love with was definitely not present.

“saeeee” you call out to your husband from the kitchen.

silence.

“saeeeee” calling out much louder, youre met with even more silence that quote on quote, ticked every time bomb you had in you.

weird.

“underlashes?” entering the dining room with your already-running-thin-patience, youre met with a sight to definitely behold.

“what do you want?” your husband—question mark x2–now reduced to a child perfectly mirroring his own features grumbles out from his seat at the table—a half-eaten slice of blueberry cheesecake slathered all over his mouth and some even getting onto his shirt.

what the fuck actually???

“ummmm” you question aloud as confusion paints itself on your face—your eyebrows visibly furrowing as you try to process what’s currently going on.

“you—“

“dont say anything. i dont wanna hear anything.” another grumble—albeit high pitched—comes from the seated man (the boy? child? manchild?) with his signature scowl planted on his face.

you watch with curious eyes as the manchild (youll call him that for now) reaches up for the fork on the “high-ass table counter thingy” (his words, not yours) attempting to feed himself.

heading off to the kitchen to grab your phone (for blackmail), you hear a sudden clank and a scoff from mr. manchild.

turning your head once more to face him, youre once again met with a sight youd definitely want to keep in your book of memories forever.

there, right in front of you, was the itoshi sae, mr. idgafer, the prodigal son™, the man of many names, and the love you call your life, staring down at the fork with the meanest mog and scowliest (is that even a word) face the world has ever seen.

thats right. the itoshi sae that was present right now, at this time and day, was not only the itoshi sae you fell in love with, but also the itoshi sae youd want to spoil, protect, and care for with your whole life.

“sae…” you try to stop yourself from laughing. you really do.

but in that moment, all hell seems to break lose, and that hell was your own laughing hell.

“pfft— hahahaha!” as you laugh your ass off, you miss the subtle shift in the red head’s expression.

your itoshi sae may not have been currently present, but you definitely there; the person he fell madly and deeply in love with. you and your bright smile that could light up all the emo shit inside him, your laughs that seemed to make everything much better, and your—

oh right. his blueberry cake.

ignoring your laughs, the little boy proceeds to hop off the high chair to retrieve the fallen fork.

hes almost tempted to leave you to your laughing trip, but hes too tired to clean up himself. so he does what every child would do; call a trusted adult.

and that trusted adult nearest to him was you, who so happened to be his spouse.

shaking his head, underlashes jr. starts telling you off and bossing you around like the chill guy he is.

“oi stop laughing and help me with this mess.” he slurs out, unable to resist the grin on his face.

“bu- but.. its your- your mess!” taking a deep breath, you wipe away the tears that had appeared on your eyes. “that was a nice laugh! right, underlashes jr?” grinning from ear to ear, you ruffle his hair, receiving multiple complaints and “punches” to your arms.

“yeah yeah whatever. now get off me and help me!” the mini guy successfully swats your hands off his hair, a faint blush blooming on the apples of his cheeks.

“alright, alright! right away, mister mini!” letting out a couple chuckles, you drag the little guy with you to the site of the (his) mess. “im not letting you off the hook though, little guy. you have to clean with me. ‘kay?”

“tch. whatever.”

he wouldnt have it any way though.

[bubbless-s]

Can we please get Kyle & Kenny general dating headcanons☹️🙏

↳ ❝ [Kyle and Kenny dating headcanons] ¡! ❞

- ʚɞ genre: fluff

- ʚɞ warnings: slightly suggestive

-ʚɞ a/n: aged up characters (highschool)

Masterlist

Kyle

★ He’s so dorky bye. But you know what they say a jew in the streets, a freak in the sheets.

★ Kyle also yaps a lot.

★ You have him saved as “Kyle 🤓👆”

★ Jokes aside he loves you so much.

★ Does the ‘fuckboy’ face to make you laugh. Its an inside joke now.

★ Probably found a shitty tiktok routine for his curles and makes you do it.

★ Gets so red in the sun. You have to remind him that he needs to put on sunscreen often. Its also easy to depict when he didn’t put on sunscreen because something smells burnt.

★ If you can’t cook Kyle would roast the hell out of your „roast“ chicken.

★ Kyle has diabetes so he sadly gets sick more often. Although he greedily enjoys being looked after, also Kyle would absolutely pretend to still be sick even if he is very well. Just a little white lie to keep your attention on him.

★ Back hugs, back kisses you name it. Kyle also has long fingers so..🥰 this is so random Im sorry

★Usually he prefers to be the big spoon but when Kyle is very stressed or not in a good mood he NEEDS to be held by you tightly.

★ Oh and he would also complain that you’re not holding him tight enough.

Kenny

♡ Kenny basically lives at your place.

♡ Very handsy. If you ask him about it he’ll say he just likes feeling you under his fingers 🤨

♡ Kennys got no feeling of shame he can and will kiss you anytime. If you’re uncomfortable he will drag you to a non crowded place and kiss you there. You can’t win either way

♡ You know that sound “do you wanna make out?” “no” “*sobbing* me neither i wanna go to sleep *agressive snoring*” thats him and you in a nutshell

♡ Slaps your ass. Idk I feel like thats such a Kenny thing to do.

♡ Gets you flowers. (From where? From the graveyard from the last time he has been there. Get it?)

♡ Has a weird quirk of rubbing his cheek against yours.

♡ If you bend down he will be respectfully looking.

♡ Tried to order you a plush once, a cute teddy bear but the thing that came was pretty deformed. Thats his pfp now in all his socials.

♡ Kenny is a bully in bed.💔

♡ Cuddling will be done nakey. No questions asked.

♡ Overall Kenny loves you so much he might get heart eyes while looking at you.

[cameronspecial]

Idk if It’s ok was thinking about inocent reader being Topper’s younger sister and being in a secret relationship with Rafe and Topper finding out about The relationship when he Finds them making out (maybe more if You’re comfortable with that) at a party or at midsumers and after The Shock and denial when he’s finally ok with them being togheter Rafe saying something kind of inapropriate forgeting that The reader is Top’s sister and Topper being Kinda grossed out.

Dude, That's My Sister

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Thornton!Reader

Warnings: Smut at the beginning and Mentions of Sex at the End.

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.5K

In hindsight, they probably shouldn’t have been having sex without the door locked. But both Y/N and Rafe were somewhat turned on by the possibility of getting caught. They really shouldn’t be surprised by what happens next. Y/N bounces on Rafe’s cock with her head thrown back in pleasure. Every time he stretches her out, she is brought closer to the edge. Rafe’s hips start to meet her in the middle and just when she is about to come, her bedroom door swings open. “Y/N/N are you coming do-. What the fuck!” Topper yells at the sight of his sister with his best friend. Rafe falls back on the bed so he can get the sheets to cover both of them. “Hey, Top. Long time no see,” Rafe tries to play off. Y/N is too embarrassed to say anything and digs her head into his neck. Topper’s face contorts in disgust, “Can we not do this while your dick is still inside of my little sister? Both of you get dressed and meet me in my room.” Topper closes the door with his exit and the couple gets their clothes back on. 

They enter Topper’s room with their hands together to find him mumbling to himself. “I can’t believe they are dating. My best friend and my younger sister. This is so weird. He could legally become my brother. I don’t like this one bit.” Topper’s eyes dart up to see their arrival and motion them into the room. Rafe closes the door, wrapping his other arm around her waist to bring her closer to him. “How long has this been going on?” Topper question. Y/N takes a second to calculate the answer, “About six months.” “How have I not noticed?” he chuckles to himself before turning to Rafe. “Do you love her? Will you take care of her?” Rafe’s lips press against her temple, “I love her more than you could ever understand and I would lay my life down to keep her safe.” This causes warmth to bloom across her cheeks. Topper nods, “Okay, I guess I can get behind you guys dating. Just don’t put me in the middle of your fights and if you hurt her, I will kill you.” 

———

The gang took the Druthers out for a day on the water. The boozed-filled day is filled with laughter and drunken games. Around five, the girls break apart from the boys to gossip and for much-needed time alone. Y/N giggles at something Veronica says and gets up from her lounger. She gets to the back of the boat, stretching her arms upward before jumping into the water. Her stretch gave her boyfriend the perfect view of her body in the bikini. “God, I love her body. I can’t wait to fuck her when we get back home,” Rafe mindlessly says out loud. The other boys nod in agreement at the statement, but Topper’s face scrunches, “Dude, that’s my sister!” Topper really wishes he didn’t give them his blessing or that he could get a lobotomy. 

Taglist: @loves0phelia @thelomlisrafecameron @wickedlovely121 @victory-in-the-llama

[angelyuji]

I saw this post

https://www.tumblr.com/angelyuji/760364279022190592/vampire-stan-and-frankensteins-monster?source=share

And I raise you Dr. Frankenstein Ford with Frankenstein's monster reader, but instead of rejecting you he gets a little too invested in his creation....

oh u cooked. i honestly think i started with dr frank ford but i was like technically he’s human but anyway no smut sorry

tw // grooming, dubcon, (i cant think of anymore so pls lmk if i missed any)

he first created you to see if he could create life, to see if his genius is truly that great. then when you first breathed, he felt like he truly created something amazing. you are supposed to be better than him, better than humans. but... he doesn’t really see you as your own person, to him, you are and forever will be his creation.

at first, his goal was just to teach you how to act like a regular joe yk. so when you ask him why you look so different from people outside, he’ll get scared that you’ll be treated like he was when he was younger and he’ll try to scare you into staying inside.

it’ll work, but you’ll grow restless. watching movies and shows about humans making you increasingly more curious. he never lets you watch anything explicit, fearing that it would dirty your pure mind. however, when ford leaves for his research trips, you take the opportunity to watch movies that he had 'hidden' away.

“ford, have you ever kissed anyone before?” ford chokes at the question. you sit across from him.

“why-why are you asking such a thing?” he clears his throat, composing himself. you pout and ford's eyes drift down your lips.

"i saw in the movies that every human does this." he could see the innocence in your eyes, you were truly curious.

ford swallows, carefully choosing his words, "my darling, you shouldn't fall for these things. humans are disgusting, debaucherous creatures. haven't i told you to not watch these silly things?" he shakes his head, hoping you would drop it. you stomp your foot.

"humans are not disgusting!" your eyes well up, "i am disgusting!" you pull at the stapes and stitches holding various parts of you together. ford gets up, trying to stop you. "no one will ever love me." you wail and run off to your room.

ford's so confused on where the sudden shift in your behavior, but hours pass and you remain locked in your room. fearing the worst, ford decides to talk to you.

he sits at the edge of your bed, watching you silently lay. “kissing… and similar things,” you turn to look at him, “are things humans do with people they love. it’s not something that-”

“i love you. does that mean we can kiss?” your eyes shine and something stirred in him.

“no! i mean-” he sees the tears well up.

“you don’t love me?” your voice breaks and his heart stings. he moves to your side. he gently pets your hair, hand falling to rub your cheek affectionately.

“my darling, you are my creation, my world… of course, i love you.” ford coos. you open your mouth to talk and he holds a hand up to stop you. “if this is something you need, i will do this for you…." his hand touches yours, "i would do anything for you.”

GULP ….. anyway

it’s very much a weird situation but… im kinda into it idk

[getmeoutofhell]

I’ve Been Waiting

w/: ethan landry

request: hi!!!! could you write a ethan landry x reader smut but like they’re enemies and having a very heated argument about something when he just wants to shut reader up and kisses her roughly after saying something like “god, just shut the fuck up already” or idk and they end up hate-fucking😭 really want the dom!ethan x sub!reader trope like with degrading and maybe some praising too🙏🏻😭 also tbh i really really like your writing you’re amazing

summary: sam sent ethan to your place to get her jacket she left. you hate ethan, but he doesn’t wanna hear it.

a/n: hey my love, ofc i will write this for you!! you’re so sweet.

warnings: smut, cussing, degrading, arguing & let me know if i missed something!!

“listen you fucker!!” you yell at ethan.

“who the hell you think you’re talking to y/n? you’re the one who started this whole thing in the first place.” if looks could kill, ethan would’ve been dead.

“ethan shut the fuck up. i said something to you first because you kept looking at me weird ever since you got here.” which was true, he did keep giving you looks ever since he came over. you had no idea why sam sent ethan over here to get her jacket. but there’s nothing you can do about it now.

you saw ethan roll his eyes like he always does before he spoke again. “oh my god you’re so damn dramatic. like jesus do you ever just sit and think about anything before you go off?” you would be damned if you sat here and let ethan talk to you like that.

even tho you were seated, as soon as he said that you stood back up. “what the fuck is wrong with you, huh?! you’ve never liked me in the first place so i have a right to question the way you act towards me. you’re the damn prob-“ before you could finish your sentence you were cut off with ethan smashing his lips into yours.

you were in shock, so you barley kissed back at first. ethan then pulled back.

“just shut the fuck up already.”

you didn’t have time for a reaction before ethan said something again. “i know what you want.” he said to you. even tho his kiss was nice, your anger still showed. so you put your hand on each of his shoulders to push him back away from you.

“don’t act like you didn’t want me to do that.” you only started at him in response. maybe he was right, but you’d never tell him that.

he then pulled you to your bedroom.

“you’re so pretty y/n.” he whispered to you as his fingers glazed over your delicate skin. you had no idea why you waited this late for him, but you wouldn’t trade it for anything right now.

“stop fucking taking.” you mumbled back. you softly moaned as he kissed up your neck. “you’ve been waiting for me to fuck you, huh?”

your no response gave it all away. as much as you’ll deny your love for him, it was clear as day that you had some type of feelings for ethan. his voice and nerdy personality drew you in the first time y’all spoke to each other. but your hate for him still showed.

his hands then went to the him of your pants. he started to tease and play with you.

“ethan, stop playing around and fuck me already.”

he smirked at you.

“be patient slut.” he spoke. you would be lying if you said his voice wasn’t making you more wet then you were already were.

you wanted to beg him please but stopped yourself before the words slipped out.

he looked at you with lust filled eyes as his hands pulled your panties to the side. god, he was beautiful. gorgeous eyes and lips. you wanted to reach up and kiss him, but didn’t.

his index finger started rubbing your clit in slow circles, gathering your wetness. you were slowly getting fed up and he noticed. smiling at you, ethan started going faster and adding another finger.

“is this what you wanted baby?” he asked you. you almost whined at his words, but before you could say anything you felt two of his fingers slide inside of you. your eyes closed as your head went back into the pillows below you.

“mm.” you moan slightly as his thick fingers slide in and out of you. it felt so good you couldn’t help but ask him to go faster, which he did.

“ethan, i’m gonna cum don’t stop.” you tell him. just as your about to orgasm he pulls out.

“ethan why did you stop?” you were angry, but not so much.

“i couldn’t waste a beautiful orgasm on my fingers. i need to feel you cum around me princess.” him saying that made your face feel hot, as you felt your pussy clench around nothing.

“whatever.”

not even 5 minutes later ethan is sliding inside of you. his hands on your hips as he stretches you out. you take a deep breath as he looks at you before looking between y’all’s bodies.

“fuck look at that pretty pussy taking me in.” you slightly smirk at his comment before his hand trails up to your throat, lightly squeezing. before you could say anything, his starts speeding up inside of you, causing you to moan loudly.

“fuck ethan! mm.” his face moves next to your ear as he whispers to you.

“how long have you been waiting for be to do this? you’re so wet.” he grunts in your ear before going deeper inside you. he felt so fucking good inside of you, skin on skin could be heard all around the room. you couldn’t help but moan his name once more as another orgasm started approaching.

you and ethan were both moaning and close to cumming. “can i…cum inside you baby? please.” he almost whines out at you.

“yes, please ethan.” not even a second later you feel him groan one last time as his hot cum fills you up. you clench around him one last time before you cum over him. his fingers rub your clit, helping you with a better orgasm.

your legs are shaking, and your struggling to catch your breath. ethan looks at you again, but you didn’t notice since your eyes were closed. his weren’t filled with lust, but with something else, love.

heyy!! i hoped you enjoyed!

masterlist!

[daenysx]

Hey! Id love to request something for Modern!Aemond fluff/ hurt comfort. If you're not interested no worries at all! But maybe something where you're not together but you're also not 'just friends' and reader is kinda insecure bc they don't have a lot of experience with partners and Aemond starts to notice them acting weird and then it goes from there. But yeah idk if this is a good request or not lol, if you don't feel like writing this no worries at all! Love your writing!

thank you so much for requesting!! i hope you like it ♡ requests are open

modern!aemond targaryen x fem!reader, hurt/comfort

"what's wrong?"

sometimes you think aemond has super hero senses, how can he feel your distress when you're standing behind his chair? he can't see you but he somehow knows you are fiddling with your fingers, something eats you up inside.

he turns, still sitting on the chair in his room. he looks up to your face, still questioning what's gotten you so nervous.

"um- nothing's wrong, it's just-"

he holds your hands when he realizes your nails are hard on your skin. he separates them and keeps them in his huge palms on each side. "come on."

you take a breath. "do you remember the guy i told you about last week? he was a friend of-"

"rhaena." he completes. "yes, i remember."

"i was thinking- i don't know it sounds stupid now that i think about it but-" you start. you feel close to aemond, you're not ashamed of telling him a story about other guys. "he was acting like we're flirting you know? he was really nice and- i don't know maybe i was expecting him to ask me out after all that flirt."

your voice feels so small. "what happened?" aemond asks, he sounds like he could kill the guy for upsetting you.

"i saw him kissing a girl today." you say. "i don't know if she's his girlfriend but no matter who she is, it means i was hoping for nothing."

it's just a guy. nothing to be upset over. you're not in love with him, he could kiss anyone he wants. still, this is only a little piece of a bigger disappointment. you think no one will ever want you.

"i'm not sad, but i feel bad." you say. "why is it always someone else?"

aemond looks at your curled lips, he always thought you look cute with the frown. he keeps holding your hands, not quite knowing what to say. he's never been the best person to comfort someone but he cares. he cares about you. he doesn't want you to think you're unworthy of anything, he can see the walls of sadness and disappointment you build in your mind.

you straighten your posture when you see him say nothing. what were you thinking anyway? maybe you're looking for some reassurance from a man you're close to, you think he'll tell you you're pretty and smart, that guy should go to hell for making you feel like this. you close your eyes to take a proper breath, pull your hands back to your sides. aemond has an unreadable expression on his face.

"you know what?" you start, trying for a smile. "forget it. i mean, it doesn't mean anything right? there's nothing we can do."

aemond sees you blushing. "i'm sorry, i was just-"

"it's okay, aemond." you say gently. "i wasn't looking for pity or anything else, i'm sorry for overwhelming you with my insecurity."

you're being too honest. you don't care. it's no secret most of the guys you like don't like you back, even when they do, you don't know how to keep them. you have too little experience, the only guy you feel comfortable around is probably aemond. one of your friends said you look like a couple once and you were so surprised at her words you couldn't look at aemond for a week. you can't bring yourself to have romantic feelings for aemond even though there's a potential. you can't lose him.

"your insecurity?" aemond asks with a disbelieving voice. "i don't understand."

so he wants to hear all of it. he can deal with it then, you don't mind telling him.

"i don't think i'll ever be loved by someone i love. it's just- i'm full of half finished stories about that, i'm so sick of feeling like this." you say, taking another deep breath. "i'm not saying this because i expect anything from you. we're close and- you asked."

aemond's lips part open. you're so clearly blind to yourself, you don't even know how you make people feel. you don't know how pretty he thinks you are, how kind and sweet. he doesn't want to ruin his relationship with you- he doesn't even know what to call this thing between you two. friends? friends who secretly like each other but being too afraid of losing one another because how inexperienced you both are in relationships?

he holds your hand again, squeezes your fingers in an attempt to comfort you just one bit. you let him do that, you close your eyes when he rubs the back of your hand with his thumb. he brings your hand to his lips, brushes a tiny kiss on your skin. is that what affection feels like? you're a stranger but you could love it.

"aemond, what-"

"i know how much you hate being wrong but- you are in fact wrong, sweetheart."

he kisses your hand again, it feels nice. "you think you're unloveable? do you even see yourself?"

you can't help a tear escape. "i'm-"

"no, you don't." he answers his own question. "you don't know how pretty you are. you don't know your effect on people. your effect on me."

you try to pull your hand back. "you don't have to prove anything. i didn't tell all these to get something in return, i don't want your pity."

he is strong as he holds your hand. he looks up to you, gives you a smile. "i'm not pitying you. if there's anyone who needs pity it's me."

he promises himself that he's not gonna ruin anything. he will not mess this up. he can't. aemond targaryen's life is full of ruined relationships and sad stories, he'd be damned if you'd be one of them.

"aemond, we shouldn't-"

"no, i know." he stands up. "i know exactly what you think. i've been thinking the same things since i met you."

you look unsure. this is a dangerous game to play, you don't know if you're brave enough.

"tell me about them." you say, can't control your thoughts or your words. "tell me what we think."

aemond takes a deep breath, he places your hand on his heart. "we both think this is too fucked up. we don't want to lose each other but-"

you look deep into his eye, consequences be damned. "but?"

"we are losing the chance of a perfect pairing." he says with a low voice. "i can be better than all those guys who made you upset. you really don't know how i see you."

it feels exciting, your heartbeat goes into madness. can you let yourself accept buried feelings for him? his look is promising and confident. your brain stops thinking when you rise on your tiptoes to kiss him.

the kiss feels like true insanity. you don't know if you'll feel satisfied or regret what you did minutes later. aemond kisses you back and the clouds of madness disappear. he holds the back of your neck, a possessive kind of touch that you've never felt before.

"we still have a lot to talk about." you say, breaking the kiss.

aemond presses his forehead against yours softly. "i know." he says. "just let me kiss you one more time."

[the-kr8tor]

Hi! I hope you're well! I've got a bit of a request (maybe? idk can be whatever u want it to be:D) So- R recently has had their wisdom tooth removed, and I think you've seen how people get so loopy afterwards. I think it'd be hilarious writing Hobie trying to keep a straight face and talk to R rambling on about some random things in the most serious manner he can muster lol

Thank you for requesting! Muah 😘 ❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, TW blood, Fluff.

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Hobie's nervous for no reason, he knows you're alright behind the tooth shaped door but the sound of the drill’s muffled whirring has his spidey senses going haywire. He thinks it's the weird smell of the dentist's office and the stark white of the walls that adds to his anxiety. His leg nervously bounces to the beat of the crappy music that the dentist's assistant keeps playing on loop (torturing him basically.)

He kneads at his temple to get the scraping sound out of his ears, due to his enhanced senses that includes super hearing, he can hear every pull and tug of your tooth, unfortunately. But he thinks you have it worse since you're the one who feels every tug and pull. Or maybe he just hates it when you get hurt, especially if he can't help you or even see you. He curses the tooth shaped door for hiding you from his view. Seriously, who makes a door shaped like that?

With a sigh, the toothy door finally opens, and out you roll out of it in a squeaky wheelchair. Hobie stands up lightning quick to get to your side. The dentist smiles at him with her perfect teeth, hands guiding you out of the sterile room.

“She’s good, don't worry.” The dentist senses Hobie's worry, or she just sees it etched on his face. “Your girl's a bit loopy because of the meds but it'll wear off in a few minutes.”

Hobie kneels down to face you. He almost laughs loudly at your swollen cheek that makes you look like a squirrel that's hiding its nuts inside its mouth. He rubs your knee softly to wake your foggy self based on how glossy your eyes are. Drool drips from the cotton in your mouth and he swears he almost loses it right there and then.

“Hi, love, ready to come home?” Hobie smiles softly like he usually does when he finds you endearing. Despite all the bloody saliva dripping out of your mouth.

“Hat?” You ask, voice murmured by the cotton. Hobie guesses you said ‘what?’ instead of asking for his invisible hat.

Raising your hand to his face, you give him a good pat on his cheek, you then let out a giggle that sounded more like a cackle. It all makes him raise an eyebrow.

“You gave her the good stuff huh, doc?” He asks, never leaving his eyes off your disoriented self.

The dentist chuckles, “just give her paracetamol for the pain and don't let her eat or drink anything for an hour or two if she can help it.”

“Thanks, doc.” Hobie gives her a polite smile while standing back up to his feet. “Ready to walk with me?”

You narrow your eyes at him, eyebrows knitted, hands balling at your soft pants. You dressed for the occasion, or rather, dressed down for it. You had the foresight to know that you'll be bleeding all over your clothes right after. Like how you are right now with one of Hobie's old band shirts. He clearly doesn't mind since he owns a hundred like them. But he won't miss the opportunity to tease you about it once you're sober and well awake.

You look at him like he told you the copper you gave him is in a poor state. “I hab boyfriend.”

“I know you do, it's me.” He sees the dentist crack a smile. “Get up, love, you'll kick my arse if we miss your episode.”

“Episode?” You once again ask with wonderment.

“Yeah, that dragon show you like so much. Up you go.”

“Dragons?!” Your voice echoes out in the room, like he just told you dragons are real. You stand up quicker than he thought you could. “Really?” Your question cements what he thinks. “They're dragons right? Not wyverns, they're different creatures y’know.” He tamps down a laugh.

Holding you by your biceps, Hobie flicks his eyes behind you and over to the dentist who just shrugs with a grin. “Her tooth was stubborn. Sorry, I could've given her the lighter stuff but she would've felt it.”

“That's alright, doc, this is how she usually is.” He jokes, which you chortle at. Well at least you recognize humour amidst the fog of whatever concoction the dentist gave you. “Thanks again.” He waves goodbye whilst he guides you out of the clinic.

“Why are you so pretty?” You look at him with sparkling eyes like you're about to cry from his sheer beauty. Tapping his chin, cheek squished against his shoulder, you don't look at where you're walking as you continue to admire him in the sun. “So p-pretty…like a-an angel.”

Hobie does all the walking for you, his arms are looped around your waist, effortlessly lifting you off the pavement. The tips of your shoes grazes the concrete as you squish his cheeks in your hand, making him pout from your cuteness overload.

“An angel? Just last night you called me a dick for eating your mango.” How could he know you were trying to save it inside the fridge?

You giggle, “mmm, mango.”

“I'll buy you a hundred more if you continue to dote on me.” You two finally make it to the van, he thanks his abilities for not getting winded out by the trek.

You lean back dramatically, making Hobie catch you in his arms. You both look like a cover from a romance novel.

“I can't! I have a boyfriend.” You say with your whole heart, and as serious as you can with your mouth full of cotton.

“Fuckin' hell.” He laughs, lifting you back up before someone in the street sees. “I'll buy you some ice cream if you get in the car. Mango or chocolate flavour?”

“I will,” you poke his chest, “not be,” poke “bribed by you–you stranger!” You poke him several times.

Hobie catches your finger mid poke. Leaning closer to your face, he smells the iron from your mouth. You sniff, moving your head away from him with a pout.

“Love,” he says sweetly, catching the back of your head before it falls further back. Laying his forehead against yours, he gives you a minute to recognize him from his warmth alone. He'd give you forever if he can. Holding your hand, he raises it to his chest, letting you feel the familiar thump of his heart. He remembers that you do it whenever he gets home from patrol. “It's me, yeah?”

Hobie doesn't realize the tears brimming in your eyes. He stands up straight at the sound of your quiet sobbing.

“We're gonna miss the dragons.” Fat tears roll down your cheeks, the cotton in your mouth threatens to fall out as you weep in the parking lot with him trying his best to wipe the tears while he coos softly at you.

Hobie definitely has his work cut out for him, now to get you home without crying about dragons or acting like he's kidnapping you. Yet, he'd gladly do it all over again if it's you.

[wingedhallows]

I'll be fine; sirius black

pairing: marauders (sirius idk ) x reader | 1.6k words plot: betrayel has consequences, in most cases, revenge prompt: "I'll be fine" authors note: this is the happier version of ( i won't make it, love ) requested by the lovely @arwensloanebarnes , i hope you somewhat like it :)

navigation | sad ending

The alleway was dimly lit, the ground wet from prior rainfall. Your hands were shoved into the pockets of your jacket, your right hand rested on your wand. Atreus held the map out for you, finger resting on top of an apartment complex around the corner.

“They might hide right here.” He mumbled, you nodded and looked ahead.

Atreus was one weird individual but he was nice, he didn’t ask too many questions and he made efforts to hold a conversation. Sirius was against the mission, he had begged Albus to swap Atreus with him, wanting to stay by your side. You had assured him to check in once in a while, the paper bird rested in your pocket, ready to be sent.

“We’ll go soon, Firewhiskey’s on me tonight-” Atreus didn’t have a chance to finish what he had said as he suddenly dropped to the ground, eyes wide, dead.

With a gasp you whipped around, wand tightly grasped in your hand. “Atreus!” You whispered. Before you stood a Death Eater, his face masked and..and.. you had to squint. To convince yourself that your eyes weren’t playing tricks on you, but in front of you stood one of your friends, a member of the order,

Peter Pettigrew.

“Peter?” A sick cold feeling spread in your chest, betrayal cursing through your veins as you realized. He had been the rat, the spy who cost so many of your friends lifes.

All those years you spent being friends, laughing together, drinking your sorrows away together, all those years of friendship were a hoax, a lie. “What the fuck?” You whispered as you unbeknownst  to you, lowered your wand.

“Peter, w-what-”You have to understand, Y/N, there was no other way.” Tears formed in your eyes.

You’d die here in this alleway, you won’t ever see Sirius again. Would Harry remember you? Probably not, he’s just a baby. You raised your wand and sent a wordless spell towards Peter, sending him off his feet. His little friend jumped to the front and whipped his wand in the air.

“Confringo!” He yelled and you deflected the spell with a hast movement of your arm. “Crucio!” Peter yelled after he had gotten to his feet again, catching you off guard. Your body slammed to the ground, your elbow shattered with the sudden contact.

The pain cursed through your body like a wildfire, from the top of your head all the way to your toes. A horrific scream left your lips as you desperately tried to shake the effects of the curse.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. You were always a great friend.” Peter spoke before he grasped your head between his hands and slammed it down with as much strength as he could muster. Your eyesight wavered, the impact of your skull on the cement had surely cracked something.

A groan left you as you tried to stay awake. “Sectumsempra.” He breathed as you could feel the effect of the spell, something hot and wet bloomed in your chest. You had to get away, get to Sirius, to James and Remus to Lily and Harry. You had to live, to not die here by the hands of this traitorous rat.

With the last bit of strength left in your broken body, you grasped your wand and apparated away, away to a place Peter wouldn’t find.

You crashed onto the patio of the Potter house, the door you had hit upon impact sounded with a loud thud. You could feel the blood creeping up your throat, you choked on the liquid. You had to squint as your blood splattered everywhere.

The door swung open and all you could really hear outside of your desperate choking and heaving were a mass of voices and bodies. “Oh my god-Remus, get out the way-Lily, get a towel-No, what happened?”

Sirius and James dragged you inside, your hand swung around, desperate to get someone’s attention. Lily fell to her knees beside you, hand on your face as she tried to get some words out. Sirius had his hand on your upper body, face in a crying mess.

“What was it?” Lily tried. You choked some more blood out before you mustered a whisper. “Sectum-sectumsempra.” “There’s so much blood!” James spoke, not caring for the carpet Sirius and you had gifted them when they first moved in.

“Love, look at me-this-this…w-what happened?” He stammered, hands on your face, trying to wipe the blood from your beautiful face.

“I’ll be fine.” You whispered, Lily would know what to do. She had nodded her head as she now stood above you, wand stretched in your direction.

“Vulnera Sanetur.” She whispered in a sing song voice and suddenly all the blood that had leaked from your beaten body seemed to wander right back to where it belonged.

The blood which had crawled up your throat simmered down again, oxygen filled your lungs and for the first time in what felt like forever you went limb, the adrenaline of almost dying wearing off.

“Fuck.” You whispered. “Love.” Sirius spoke, his hands around you in a second.

“What the fuck happened?” James said after a moment of silence. “Water.” Remus was quick to leave the room and fetch you a glass. You lifted yourself off the floor, Sirius’ hand tucked under you to keep you from falling. You sat yourself down onto the couch, a sigh left your lips, you were sore.

You pushed your hand into Sirius’ pants and took out the pack of cigarettes which you just knew was always there. He didn’t protest and lit the stick for you. You had to close your eyes for a moment to enjoy the burning sensation in your lungs.

“I’ll tell you what the fuck happened.” You opened your eyes and took another drag of your cigarette. “Thank you, Moony.” Remus placed his hand on your shoulder and gave you a small smile. You chugged the contents of the glass down in one go and took another drag.

“Peter fucking Pettigrew happened.” Your friends were confused, you could see it. Their faces contorted into confusion. “That’s what i looked like as well, friends.” You took another drag from your cigarette.

“Peter is a Death Eater and he killed Atreus, tried to murder me as well.” Sirius jumped to his feet, face bewildered. “Are you sure?” He spoke, your eyebrows furrowed. “Yes, love, I’m fucking sure.” You pushed your right foot over the other and rubbed your eyebrow with your thumb in irritation.

“Peter’s the rat who has been spying on the order, that’s why so many of our missions failed, why so many of us had to die.” Lily placed a hand on your leg before she spoke.

“We have to talk to Dumbledore, this is serious.” Sirius sat himself down again, taking a drag from your cigarette before he snaked an arm around your shoulder. “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to yell at you.” You nodded and placed a kiss on his cheek. “I know, it’s hard to believe that one of us is a traitor.”

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The tension in the room could be cut by a knife, you had agreed to stay in the back, to not reveal yourself yet. “He’ll be here any minute.” You could hear Lily say, Sirius was pacing, you stood hidden behind a cabinet. Albus sat himself down.

“Calm yourselves.” He had said and the others sat down as well. Suddenly the front door opened and a disheveled Peter made his way into the kitchen, his face in a small smile.

“Hello there, friends.” He said awkwardly. You had to fight with every fiber in your body to not jump from your hiding spot and slash his throat right then and there. “What’s the matter?” He spoke before he took his coat off, a small innocent smile still decorated his face.

“Y/N didn’t return from her mission.” James said, dropping the bait. Just for a second you could catch the flash of guilt in his features before he furrowed his brows and pretended to care.

“Really? Oh my god, what if something happened?” You couldn’t take it, you weren’t as good at pretending as Peter was, without another thought you apparated right behind Peter, the gust of wind startled him. His eyes were wide as you moved to whisper into his ear.

“Liar.”

He stirred around with a gasp. You looked down on him with a sour snarl.

“Surprised, Peter?” He fell on his bottom and scrambled away from you.

“Surprised you couldn’t manage to actually kill me?” He scrambled to his feet and shook his head.

“But, but-”But, but, you tried to kill me, Peter!” You yelled before you took a step towards him. Your wand rested on his chin, his eyes squinted.

“You Death Eater rat.” 

Albus rose from his seat and spoke. “We indeed have a rat in our circles.” He paused to push your wand from his throat. Sirius was by your side, his face contorted in anger.

“Show us your forearm, Peter.” Peter tried to protest before James and Remus moved to hold him still, Lily pushed up his sleeve and with close to no surprise it was decorated with the dark mark.

“Why, Peter?” Sirius spoke, face in a painful expression.

“So many of us had to die pointless deaths, for what? Your friends had to die, to endure torture and for what?” He yelled, you held his arm to not have him attack the rat. Peter shook his head and his lips contorted in a pained snarl.

“You’re all fools, the Dark Lord's ways are the only ways.”

Albus didn’t falter for long before he had Peter taken away to Azkaban, to not harm any more of the members, his friends.

[earlgreytea68]

I have read another terrible book so it is time for me to talk again about terrible books.

All of the terrible books that I have read recently have all had fantastic premises. This was why I picked them up to read. And all of them had glimmers of something good somewhere inside of them. I can't tell if the fault with the book lies with the writers or with the editors. Because in my experience editors don't think super-hard about why characters behave in a certain way, as long as whatever is happening "sounds good" in a plot sort of way. So maybe these were all great books that got edited into absurdity. Or maybe the writers wrote the books in this foolish way, but it's still the fault of the publishers for publishing them like this. Either way, I think everyone could benefit SO MUCH from just, like, thinking a little bit harder about the way characters are behaving???????

I don't often name the books I think are terrible because I don't want to make anyone feel bad for loving those books! It's cool! If you find something that brings you joy, embrace it! I am going to name this recent book, though, because I have Things to Say.

It was The Wishing Game. MASSIVE SPOILERS BELOW.

The premise of this book sounds great because it's like a spin on Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (and the author says that was the point in her acknowledgments at the end). And there are glimmers of a pretty complete world the author has dreamed up for the books that form the basis of the in-book fandom.

But. Okay. In Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, the golden ticket game is *in theory* totally random, and all the children except Charlie are awful and in the end Charlie wins.* In this book, the author chooses deliberately who to have compete in this contest and they all seem like nice people and in the end NONE OF THEM WIN because of how stupid this book is lol.

Even worse than the stupid, pointless, manipulative premise (oh, btw, we're meant to believe that the author in question is just a charming and lonely old man NO, HE IS MANIPULATING EVERYONE WHO COMES NEAR HIM AND IT'S CREEPY) is the fact that the MC is the worst Mary Sue I've encountered in years. I cannot believe that for so many years fic had such a bad reputation and meanwhile this professionally published book presented THIS MAIN CHARACTER to me. This woman is so deeply self-centered and selfish and childish and yet is presented as the bestest woman ever who deserves all the bestest things in life. This woman wants to adopt a child whose parents have died, okay, fine, but, like, she consistently refers to herself as this child's mother and seems to want to just pretend his real parents never existed, which is...weird, but Idk, whatever, maybe that can be justified or something, but throughout the book all this woman does is whine about how her parents never loved her. We find out that she believes this because her older sister was really, really sick throughout her life and constantly being hospitalized, so the parents were endlessly in the hospital with the older sister. I get it, she felt abandoned, that does sound rough and awful. Except then we find out that she was sent to live with her grandparents and I understand she feels abandoned by her parents but we find out that her grandparents were apparently lovely people who loved her very much so the fact that she is so constantly angry that she was never loved is...weird, again. AND THEN even worse she haaaaaates her sister so much that she refuses to talk to her, even as a grown-up, and it feels like as a grown-up you should maybe at least start to have some understanding that it wasn't her sister's fault she was so sick???? Like, her sister was genuinely sick, she wasn't faking, it seems, again, REALLY WEIRD that she hates her so furiously. And then they, Idk, make up in the course of a page because this book is like this and then the MC finds out her sister only has a few months to live (BECAUSE SHE'S BEEN REALLY SICK HER WHOLE LIFE) and once again it's ALL ABOUT THE MC, she's all, "Woe is me! I just found her again! This isn't fair!" SHE WAS NEVER LOST. YOU WERE JUST A SELFISH JERK. ALSO I THINK IT'S WORSE FOR HER.

Because this book was sooooo focused on the MC, we never found out very much at all about the other competitors, who all seemed like perfectly nice people, we have no reason to think otherwise. But no. At the end, BECAUSE THE MC IS SO PERFECT, the author chooses HER to basically leave his entire fortune to, but that is a choice that makes no sense when you don't know why the other characters couldn't have gotten it! And she's known this author like a week at this point but she moves herself and HER NEWLY ADOPTED CHILD to live with this guy and this seems like not the wisest course of action?????

And you can see from the Goodreads link that this book has over four stars and was nominated for awards and I'm like, ......WHAT IS HAPPENING?????

I read a lot a lot of terrible books that make me despair, because, again, THESE PEOPLE ARE BEING PAID TO WRITE THIS TERRIBLE STUFF. MULTIPLE PEOPLE ARE BEING PAID TO PROMOTE THIS TERRIBLE STUFF. WHY SO MANY RESOURCES BEHIND THESE THINGS?????

But in between these terrible books that honestly at this point I'm reading for sociological investigative purposes, I also sometimes scatter some classics, either that I've never read or that I read years ago and want to revisit. So after finishing this terrible book, I looked at the next book on the very long TBR list that I keep, and it was Kate Chopin's "The Awakening," which I haven't read since high school. I am about a quarter of the way through this book and...the writing is so good. The writing is SO GOOD. I mean, obviously, of course, it should be, the book is a classic and so it should be good. But it's just a relief to remember that I do like to read books lol and some books are really good.

*My personal theory of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, as I think I've mentioned before, is that Charlie is Willy Wonka's illegitimate son and the whole contest is manufactured to get Charlie into the factory and allow Willy Wonka to give the factory to him without acknowledging him as his son (because Willy Wonka obviously can never admit to having sex). The end.

[litmot-archived]

I’m half-asleep so this idea is weird but how bout something like Xanthus watches Love get turned by Audric but as Xanthus feels the bond dying he feels a sense of peace as he’s “freed” himself from the bond or something. Audric is evil, Love tries to get Canthus to help them but instead he just looks at them as if they weren’t someone he knew and just acts like that. Yeh idk man.

Love Lost

Xanthus Claiborne x Reader

Audric loomed over you like a threat. His sharp teeth hovered just above your neck — just above the pulse point where he could practically feel your thundering heartbeat — and the bastard had the audacity to raise a single eyebrow at Xanthus. 

‘What are you going to do about it?’ he seemed to sneer. ‘What are you going to do about it, when I take the person you love most in the world? What are you going to do when I drain them? What are you going to do when I reach inside your chest and shatter your heart like you did mine?’

You could not see the look Audric was giving him, but something must have reflected in Xanthus’ eyes. He could feel your burning terror through the bond. It was making him tremble. It made him sick. 

Xanthus wanted to scream. He wanted to break through the bars of his prison, tear that monster away from you and tuck you away in a secluded corner of this world where nobody would be able to hurt you ever again. 

The thought that Audric would kill you — like the look in his eyes promised him he would — made him feel like he would go insane. 

“Don’t,” he pleaded, appealing to the shreds of humanity he knew his old mentor possessed. He knew Audric. He could not have changed this much in the centuries that had made them grow apart. “Please,” Xanthus breathed, searching his gaze. 

The bitterness he found made his blood run cold. 

“Watch me, Lawrance,” Audric said, sinking his teeth into your neck. 

You let out a startled scream, squirming in his grasp. Audric was not gentle as Xanthus had been. His fangs piercing you hurt. The amount of blood he was draining from you made your head spin. You tried pushing him away, but you could do nothing against the vampire’s firm grip on you in your weakened state. 

“Xanthus!” you screamed with all the strength you had left, overwhelmed by pain and fear. Audric was going to kill you, and there was nothing you could do about it. The outcome was inevitable. It felt like staring down the edge of a cliff when you were already halfway down. There was nothing stopping the freefall, and the landing would hurt. 

Xanthus watched as Audric drained your life away. He knew he could have killed you in an instant if he had wanted to, and the realization that he chose to draw it out to increase his suffering made him want to tear him apart even more. 

“Xanthus!” you cried with a choked-off sob. He could feel your panic, the desperation you tried to fight off as your inevitable fate drew nearer and nearer. You were going to die, there was no question about it. 

When had he allowed you to become his weakness? Audric only had this much power over him because he had allowed himself to get attached to you. How many centuries had he spent above such things? How long had he been without a fatal flaw, carefully distancing himself from everything that had the possibility of hurting him, only to feel his heart crumbling to pieces in this very moment?

It had been so long since he had cared about anyone, and seeing the light in your eyes slowly diminish reminded him just why that was. Death was inevitable, and in a life as long as his was, he did not have the capacity to live through endless cycles of love and heartbreak before his heart withered away again and again. 

“Xan–!” you mumbled weakly, your head lulling to the side. Black spots danced in your vision, and the room around you had suddenly turned freezing cold. Your limbs felt heavy, and it was a battle you were beginning to lose to keep your eyelids open to look at Xanthus. He was blurry, and your eyes would not focus on the person you still counted on to make everything alright. 

Perhaps he could help you. Perhaps he would save you.

Xanthus only looked at you, chiseling away at the bond Audric had nearly broken. If he did not feel anything for you, it would not hurt when you inevitably touched the ground. If he did not allow himself to love you, he would not break apart when you inevitably died. 

Perhaps this was a good thing. Perhaps living without weakness was the fate he needed to follow as a vampire.

As you closed your eyes for the last time, Xanthus felt something within himself snap. Your lifeless body tumbled to the ground. Audric stood over you, the blood once strongly pumping through your veins staining his mouth and shirt. He looked at Xanthus, waiting for a reaction.

Xanthus stared back. He felt apathy. This very moment felt like a waste of his time. The enemy before him was nothing but a waste of space, thinking he could inconvenience him. 

Audric frowned, his patience thinning for the outcry of anguish he expected to hear from Xanthus any minute now. Any minute, he would vent the heartbreak he knew he felt. Any minute, he would show him just how deeply it had hurt when he cut out his heart and left it dead at his feet. 

“You have lost,” he said, licking the blood from his lips and savoring the taste of his revenge. “The bond is broken.”

Xanthus looked at him. In one swift movement, he got up from the ground, walking to the bars of the cage that kept him trapped here for days until he stood face to face with Audric. 

“I don't care,” he said. 

Audric’s face fell. “You— but—” he stammered, looking at him bewildered. 

This could not be. His extensive research into the bond had told him people went mad with heartache. He wanted to make him feel the pain he had caused him when his entire family was slaughtered — he wanted to make Xanthus suffer as much as he had, all the years knowing they were dead and he wasn’t. 

Xanthus’ hands shot out, gripping the front of Audric’s shirt and pulling him against the bars of his cage. He could feel the stutter in Audric’s breath as his cold, gray eyes bore into him. 

“I don’t care,” Xanthus said, reaching for his neck. Nobody would dare to try and find his weakness again. There was none. “What are you going to do about it?” 

[base0h]

Hello,

Heard you’re looking for ideas so…

Here’s a crack one: The Straw hats working in a department store

Would they become employee of the month? Would they be fired immediately?

a/n - IM WHEEZING AT THIS— you are GENIUS bro holy crap 😭🫶 dude luffy would get fired so fast it’s insane— and imma just add everyone bc why not 😂

Warnings ⚠️ - MAJOR crack, multiple characters, I’m kinda dumb and might’ve forgotten people

they didn’t even make it past the interview 💀

.✩ kidd (tried killing the interviewer for asking him why he wanted to work there “I really am passionate about restocking— MF IM BROKE.”), buggy, bonney, paulie (did the same thing as kidd plus he parked in the manager’s parking spot)

literally within the first few seconds of the interview they’re hired | “My name is—“ “Can you start within the next few seconds?”

.✩ jimbei, koby, sabo, koala, izou, kaku, vivi

got fired the same day they started

.✩ luffy (ate the entire produce section and then asked the manager “is there more stuff in the back?”), corazon (he accidentally burnt the place down 😀), sanji (confessed his love and asked several female customers to marry him at his cash register), brook (asked for some poor random woman’s underwear 💀)

employee of the month every single month

.✩ jimbei, koby (old people always say how sweet he is to the manager bc he always helps them get the things they can’t reach 😭🫶), tashigi (kids hate her bc she catches them and scolds them if they take an extra candy/sticker from the cashier jar), vivi (accidentally gave herself this title when she’s the manager 💀)

the manager of the store

.✩ nami (steals money from the safe sometimes), aokiji (he literally never shows up to work on time and doesn’t give a shit what the employees do), akainu, fujitora, shanks (bro also does not care and comes to work hungover), dragon (has not shown up once since the interview), sengoku, garp, dadan, vivi, magellan

the sale sign flipper guy

.✩ zoro (if he manages to actually find his way to the store), bepo, ace, shachi, penguin, queen (you legit can’t miss him as you’re driving by 💀), yamato, oden, cat viper, bon clay, ivankov

they work solely in the back to avoid human interaction as much as possible

.✩ mihawk, law, smoker (he’s the guy that mans the big crane machine that moves huge boxes), hawkins, king, katakuri, smoker, lucci

they’re the CEOs of companies that are partners with the store and provide goods for the store to sell

.✩ crocodile (provides gut/immune supporting, healthy, all organic animal/pet food), doflamingo, kaido, big mom, whitebeard, moria (sells and produces copious amounts of Halloween costumes and other decorations)

actually decent employees

.✩ usopp, benn, x drake, robin, nojiko, baby 5, monet, vergo, franky, icebarg, bellamy (SHADOW FROM SK8 PLS TELL ME YALL SEE IT), hachi, killer

they start tweaking because they asked a customer how they were and they ignored them

.✩ shirahoshi (sobbing), bepo, sanji (asked a girl who had her headphones on), Uta (will get so pressed that they ignored her when in reality they just had headphones on)

they’re the reason why the store’s still in business | they’re basically the mascot

.✩ chopper, bepo, carrot, cat viper, dog storm

the dude everyone goes to for questions/help | “Idk go ask ___”

.✩ franky (has beef with cash register 4 bc it stops working for no reason only during his lunch break and never when he’s not doing anything), icebarg, kaku, usopp, lucci, jack, king, robin, jimbei

they’re the reason why no one likes to shop there | they have several weird allegations or felonies of some sort

.✩ trebol, caesar, diamante, dellinger, pica (he drives this mini car and always somehow fits inside it and takes up two spots in the parking lot), absalom, hogback (people have gone missing in the parking lot it’s scary), moria (would you wanna shop if you saw bro? Ik I wouldn’t 😭)

jobless for life ✌️

.✩ rayleigh (he slays idc), roger, yasopp

a/n - I think i forgot people but eh 💀 the one piece brainrot is so back 🙏

[sparklecarehospital]

Idk if you've talked abt this but why did you split doom/mood into two characters?

This is on the preboot section of the FAQ but since the site is down I understand that's not accessible atm, so I'll answer. Just a note for people reading this, most times questions about the preboot make me a bit uncomfortable because I don't like talking about it much, I have trauma from things that happened to me during its existence, and it's why I find defending of the preboot to be extremely disrespectful. Please don't take this as an opportunity to spring a bunch of preboot questions at me. Thank you.

Anyways, the series of events that led to me splitting Doom into two characters and the way things changed over time are kind of a winding road. Doom, in the preboot, was very badly written. I made him appear to be way more sympathetic than I actually intended originally, he was supposed to be "cutesy but misleading" and people ended up liking him more than I wanted originally, even to the point of getting mad about Uni existing because a lot of people shipped preboot Doom with Barry (2016-2017 were A DIFFERENT TIME) and didn't like Uni taking the role of love interest. Some events in my personal life ended up completely souring my view of preboot Doom, and he just started making me upset and I didn't like him anymore.

So when the reboot was first being developed, I decided that I would "split" Doom's personality traits into two characters. Cutesy and murderous. Reboot Doom was originally going to be a horrible person and completely irredeemable, and there's even traces of some of these negative traits in his presence in V1 and V2 (which, amongst many other reasons, is why we have plans on remaking those volumes at some point) that have ultimately been retconned by now. A LOT of stuff has been retconned. The reboot is gonna be six this year and so much has changed. Doom is not meant to be irredeemable and a horrible person anymore. Which is interesting, because that was the entire purpose of splitting him into two characters. It made so much more sense for that role to be taken by Cuddles, seeing as he's the OWNER of the hospital and everything.

Recently I got a weird comment about the Doom dress thing being "inconsistent" with skulls character, but that one specific character trait has not been present for like 4 years out of 6. Skull is even literally trans now. They weren't trans when that was a thing. I know that might not be easy for some people to wrap their head around when a lot of people only discovered the comic last year and haven't kept up with the gradual changes in his characterization inside and outside the comic, though, and I'm sorry about that.

Sorry for the long answer. It's complicated stuff.

[mer-acle]

You’ve mentioned little things Athena remembers about Metis in fighting to be loved, which makes me wonder how well Athena remembers her and their time together? Also do you have any idea what that was like, inside Zeus? It’s difficult to flesh out because it’s so weird so I don’t blame you if you have no idea. But… if you’re somehow looking for more ways to traumatise her… making those conditions as torturous as possible, enough to make Metis’s (kind of) death a mercy, that would be a very good by which I mean evil thing to explore.

(if you get this ask twice I’m sorry my browser crashed while I was trying to write it first)

Interesting question for sure (that's what I say when I don't have a perfect answer lol)

The thing about Athena's memories is that even the stuff she cannot clearly remember is covered by her Timedive/Objective Memory powers, so by now she has a pretty comprehensive understanding of pretty much everything that went down during her formative years (so healthy I am sure, always knowing everything. Seriously no wonder the owl is kinda broken atp). I think I'll make her original memories of that time kind of fragmented and dreamlike (for angst purposes) even if what she remembered in FtbL so far probably are "real" memories anyway. Due to working on FtbL and an AU that will also cover that part at the same time, I am still unsure what part of my hc will be applied to the former.

I really haven't thought too much about the conditions inside of Zeus (bc as you said it's fucking weird) I remember reading a fic that really leaned into the horror of just being inside of stomach acid the entire time which like woah. good stuff but idk if I wanna go there for FtbL lol I also remember a version where Metis already ended up in Zeus' head from the beginning (brain? we don't know her either way) so maybe I can do something with that... idk yet. Ideas welcome though :D

[evolnoomym]

Hello, Mina, darling!

for the end of the year fic asks i have some questions for you 😍

14, 25, 27

xoxo

Okayyyyyy Aly my love, you asked hard questions and I’ll try my best to answer.

Disclaimer: Please don’t feel less loved just because you are not mentioned, it’s quite impossible to name all of you my precious friends. 🙏🏻🩵

14. a fic you didn’t expect to write?

Well I didn’t expect to write any of my fics, except “Runaway Butterfly 🦋” that one was the only planned fic.

I didn’t expect to be infected with the wip curse but one day it started and hasn’t stopped since. 🤣

Anyway to seriously answer I’ll name a bunch, for one I didn’t expect to write “Little Freak🌛” and its second part “Secrets and Lies 🌜” but the slut inside of me took over after watching some very interesting porn. 🤣🤣

I also didn’t expect to actually write that Post-Outbreak idea I had sooooo long ago and then boom “Smile For Me🌿” was born. It will most likely take some time before a whole chapter will get released but I’m working on it. I hope it will be enjoyed. 🙏🏻

And lastly i really didn’t imagine that my first ever released Fic would be “How far does the dark go? 🖤” that was my first taste of the Murder Daddy Dave York world and I’ve never been the same person as before 🤤

25. a fic you read this year you would recommend everyone read?

Yet again difficult to answer but I give some examples (in no particular order) :

- I gotta shoutout my Daddy and the Fic that hopefully everyone knows “BDSMAID” by @mountainsandmayhem a blessing and it got a special place in my memory as it was my first time beta reading ☺️🥰

- “𝐚 𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧” & “𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝” by @ozarkthedog are incredible 😍

- a all time favorite is also the series “Short Days, Long Nights” by @frannyzooey I can tell y’all that this left a huge impact on me 🙏🏻

- I 100% recommend @shellshocklove ‘s series “brat!” it is filled with tasty smut and still doesn’t lack plot 🙌🏻😈

- Next up “sweet child o' mine” by @macfrog , the emotions I went through over this entire series are mind blowing, Max writing is phenomenal 😇

- Since I find great enjoyment in Daddy kink, it’s no surprise that “intermission” by @joelsdagger took me out completely 😛😋

- Last but not least I’d point out the masterpiece that is “swept away” by @punkshort (as well as all her other writing 😍🙏🏻)

27. favorite fanfic author of the year?

Again I can’t just name one, so I’ll give a few:

@liltangerineart @aurorawritestoescape @mrsmando @milla-frenchy @joelmillerisapunk @joeloverture @cavillscurls @netherfeildren @strang3lov3 @beefrobeefcal @toxicanonymity @gutsby @pedge-page @sp00kymulderr @lotusbxtch @ace-turned-confused @ovaryacted @wintrwinchestr @beardedjoel @jolapeno @thundermartini @pedgito @moonlitbirdie @pedropeach

(Some links are a bit weird but idk how to fix it so bare with me 🙏🏻🫠)