#idk just wanted to write something about desert husbands

[varpusvaras]

Beru found out about their new neighbour on a one pretty unremarkable day.

Owen was out that afternoon, gone to recycle some of the old machinery parts they had left after one of their perimeter sensors had finally been worn down by the increased storms. The desert was calm that day, thankfully, as Luke had started to become very restless from not getting to go outside in days.

Perhaps Beru should've realised that such restlessness was going to make Luke forget their usual rules, in his haste to get out of the house, as all of a sudden she noticed that the immediate area around the house was uncharacteristically quiet, and not full of noises made by little boy playing space battles.

She didn't, however, get too far in her searches, when there was a tall shadow casted onto the sand right next to hers.

"Excuse me-" The man didn't even get to finish what he was saying, when Beru had already reacher for the prybar in the toolbox and turned around, gripping it tightly and ready to strike.

The Suns were partially behind the man, obscuring his features momentarily from her. She was tall and broad-shouldered, standing straight with his head held high even in the heat of the day. On his arms he held Luke, who had his arms around the man's neck in a relaxed, loose grip.

That made her loosen up her grip from the prybar just a little. Luke had the gift of knowing when to trust people, even if sometimes that trust overextended itself a little. The man's hold of Luke was, however, also relaxed, which made him a bit more trustworthy to Beru.

The man bend down and placed Luke onto the ground, and by doing so, he gave his face enough shadow for Beru to see him better.

He looked young, if a bit weathered, with some lines already forming on his face, though Beru could tell that they were in places that usually got creased up when someone was constantly concerned about something. There was a long scar running down the side of his face, showing up starkly as the skin around it had tanned more recently. It was the thing that told Beru that the man had not spent too much time on the desert yet, despite his clothes having already been weathered as well, and his footing being even enough on the sand. His dark, curly hair looked like it had only now started to grow out of a very well-maintained shorter cut. Another sign of him being a newcomer.

Still, there was something familiar in him, something Beru couldn't quite place, and she wasn't quite sure if that should've made her relax more or be more suspicious of him.

The man looked at her. His dark eyes were just as weathered as the rest of him, but still kind.

Beru made her decision. She lowered the prybar, and let go of it with her other hand, grabbing at Luke instead.

The man's shoulders lowered a bit as well.

"Excuse me", he said. "I saw your nephew had gotten a bit far away from the house."

Beru looked down at Luke. He looked up at her, and gave her a bit of a sheepish smile.

"Yes", Beru said, and looked back up at the man. "Thank you."

The man nodded.

"No problem at all", he said to her, and then turned to speak to Luke. "Stay where you're supposed to. The desert is a dangerous place."

"But you were there by yourself as well", Luke piped up, not able to resist the urge to talk back just a little.

The man smiled at him. Beru though he had a rather nice smile, even if it was worn down as well. She wondered what kind of hardships he had gone through, out there in the Galaxy, to seem like he had been sanded down by a multiple of storms already.

"I've seen a lot of places that are worse than this, kid", the man said. "I'll be just fine."

He then nodded his head again at Beru, lifted the back of the dark blue cape he had draped over his shoulders over his head, turned around and walked into the desert without another word.

Beru watched him go, ever so slightly confused about the whole interaction. She only moved his eyes away when Luke tugged at her hand.

"Did you know him?" He asked. "I've never seen him before. Not here or in town."

Beru shook her head.

"No", she said. "Did he say anything to you?"

She had not had the mind to even ask the man his name. She looked back out in the desert. He had already disappeared somewhere beyond the dunes.

Luke shook his head.

"He did know you are my aunt", he said. "And not my mom."

True, Beru realised. He had called Luke her nephew, without any introductions.

She decided not to be too alarmed about that. There weren't a lot of people who lived in the area. Chances were that the man had just heard about them already, and remembered who lived in the house.

Still. Not a lot people lived in the area, and even less had any business around there either. On top of that, even though she was more than sure that she had never seen the man before, Beru thought he had looked awfully familiar in some way.

"He seemed nice", Luke said. "He felt nice."

"If you say so, my little sun", Beru said. "Your feelings are often very precise."

She decided not to tell Owen about the man that evening. He would've just gotten unnecessarily worried about it.

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Beru saw a dark blue cape in the corner of her eye.

When she turned, it wasn't the man from the desert, even if she was sure it was the same cape, with the tattered edges and faded shoulders.

She did know the man wearing it, though. Ben seemed to feel her eyes on him, as he also turned to look at her, and very briefly nodded at her before he went back to dealing with a customer.

Beru thought about it as she went on her business, and she walked back by Ben's stall as she came back.

Ben was already packing up by then, and Beru saw that he had also made purchases, as he was tying some wares that Beru didn't believe he had brought all the way from his house to the town. At the top were a new bedroll, and a pair of boots that even from afar looked too big for Ben's feet.

Beru smiled, before turning away. It really seemed like Ben wasn't alone anymore. That was good.

[zealofchronos]

i was scrolling through the tags, and i got inspired by this. . .

i still haven't finished the quest yet ( but i know what happens </3 sad. ) and i live for dilfs honestly. and to think this would be my first kinda proper-ish genshin smut? something with a dilfy guy from sumeru who had 1 whole quest line.

maybe i should write for npcs more, because mm.. some of the genshin npcs are so... ♡

huffman.. wagner... timaeus started to grow on me lately... and now, jebrael.

anyway, we're kicking this off with some nice things about jebrael and a sweet kind-of-househusband-but-not-really-househusband reader!

p.s this is more of a .. drabble than an actual fic woop

the desert's darling ;; jebrael x male reader

content ;- porn with some plot , nsfw , fluffy things , soft dom jebrael , sub reader , anal sex , size kink , breeding kink / creampie , missionary ( idk positions ) , pet names ( darling )

nsfw below the cut, minors dni.

there isn't much out in the desert, but you've made it quite inviting for travelers alike to come and rest with you. letting them rest off their fatigue in your abode in aaru village. you've met all sorts of people— some students who weren't used to the life there, adventurers who needed a place to stay, some traders from the forest and ciry beyond the walls.

you weren't exactly sent off to live there— but... you chose to.

it was a home unlike any other... even if it was too hot sometimes.

you'd provide sweet drinks, lovely food and a place to stay to any and all who needed it. it sure helped take a load off the village chief and candace— they're more than happy to have your help.

but, amongst the many patrons you'd get, there'd always be some regulars that would come on by... a certain eremite and his daughter. back when they first came by, you were quick to learn jebrael and his daughter, jeht would be common faces.

to say you were enamored was... accurate, but honestly, who wouldn't gawk and stare when there was such a fine man in their house almost every month? you honestly felt like you'd want this man in your house forever.

you'd do everything for them, not even letting them lift a finger. breakfast, lunch and dinner were always prepared everyday. laundry was done and dried, folded up for them once more to bring on their travels. if the journey was rough, who's to say your hands wouldn't work at the knots in his muscled body too?

all in all, jebrael could say you were a perfect host. in fact, it almost felt like he had a sweet wife again. or, husband he should say. archons, he felt like he wanted you more and more with each time he visited.

he wanted you so much.

when night fell upon the desert, he knocked on the room of your door. jeht was fast asleep, he was sure of it. but fortunately you were still awake. always a late sleeper, wanting to make sure your guests were always comfortable before dozing off yourself.

you had a smile on as you welcomed him into your room, one that could make his heart ache, honestly. one that made him want to feel those lips of yours. but he didn't mean to make it drop when he suddenly brought up something about payment.

payment? why would he ever have to pay you? you never wanted to take anything of his, nor would you ever accept it.

clearly he had a different idea on how to pay you.

it just clicked when he stopped calling you by name, only coming in closer, softly calling you " darling " with that huskiness in his voice.

and you crumbled and caved.

and that's how you ended up on his lap, lips pushed together in a fervent kiss. he was much bigger than you, he could handle you with ease. just the thought of it made you shudder, melting into his touch some more. and clearly it made him go mad as well, groaning against your lips as his hands began to roam your body.

you could feel his hardened length beneath that pesky piece of fabric, your own arousal clouding your mind. if he was big... surely down there would be too. you didn't have to leave it up to imagination for long though.

before long, he had you in his arms, laying down on your bed. his calloused hands that would always do tough work were surprisingly gentle with you, never rough at all. especially when he slowly fingered you open, wanting to spread you open just for him. his lips were against yours, muffling your moans as his fingers worked their magic within you. the lube definitely helped, but he had been going at it for what felt like forever— was he really that worried he wasn't going to fit...?

your head was blank when his fingers left you feeling empty, jebrael merely chuckling at your whine as he repositioned himself. you could feel his tip prodding at your entrance, pulling your legs around his waist as he looked down at you.

" darling, eyes on me, " he gently tilted your head up to look at him, a small open mouthed smile on your face as you saw him. archons, he was so handsome. you could take in his features every time, but it was so clear up close and personal like this. but the slow thrust in distracted you, a shaky moan escaping your lips.

your sounds were angelic. and your insides were heavenly— those are definitely the words he'd use to describe it.

" ..a-archons.. relax.. darling, shit.. " he was gritting his teeth, trying to distract you from the pain of his size in all the ways he thought of. sweet nothings, sloppy kisses, lustful touches. he had a hand gently wrap around your own length, stroking softly as he penetrated further and further in you. he had you feeling so many things at once and you haven't even cum yet.

jebrael was panting heavily once he bottomed out in you, looking down at where you two were connected, feeling how your warmth captured him. he just wanted to stay there for a moment and relish in it, his sweet praises raining down upon you as he rested his forehead against yours.

it wasn't long until you began begging for him— begging for more, begging for something. and you were already mewling and moaning when he slowly dragged his hips back, soft squeals forced out of you as he pushed himself back in. a slow and deep pace, a rhythm meant for feeling and taking each other in.

time went on and his pace seemed to stagger— surely his age wasn't an issue in the picture right now- but rather he was so close to the edge since earlier, it was really hard to last when you were so sexy, ravishing even. it felt more erratic, his girthy length stretching you out and reaching your deepest parts as he angled himself better— to feel every inch of you.

your loud whines and moans were muffled once again, his lips capturing yours for a final kiss as you felt your high wash over you. a warmth spilled over your stomach, a rushing pleasure running all over your body. it wasn't long until jebrael joined you in this high, sheathing himself in your deepest parts before filling you up even more with milky white.

he let himself stay longer, finding you having no qualms against it.

well, this was just the first repayment. he still had more to give back to you after months of being his sweet desert darling.

oops, i wrote a lot more than i intended to...

[knchins]

Hunger - Todoroki S.

Summary: Todoroki Shouto doesn’t want to follow the footsteps of his father. On the brink of starvation, he hears the call of a witch who finds a way to fulfill both of their needs.

Pairing: Incubus!Shouto x Witch!Reader

Rating: E+

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: Sm*t, v*ginal fingering, v*ginal s*x, oral s*x, c*nnilingus, choking, some mentions of (consensual) breeding, soft!dom Shouto, some begging ig, some mentions of sugar daddy/baby, Shouto is several centuries old and is of age, oh and some fluff

Notes: This was my very first request I think??? I got it months ago lol so idk if this person if even still following me RIP. But I had a lot of fun writing it and I hope they enjoy it wherever they are <3 I did deviate a little bit but not TOO much.Censored words is so I can show up in the gd tags.

 Dealing with demons had become sort of a pastime for her, the young witch living in the secluded wood out in the countryside. She greatly enjoyed the remoteness, though sometimes it did come to a great disadvantage. Travelers would come, asking for potions or spell-work, something to help them with their troubles in life. As a grey witch (one who practiced both white and black magic), she tended to be able to help just about anyone with anything. Of course there were a few lines she wouldn’t cross such as raising the dead or directly causing death. She did have some morals after all, albeit somewhat controversial ones.

 Whenever she needed an item that she simply had no access to, then she would call upon demons to aid her in her work. The first couple times she had been a little reluctant and she would be lying if she didn’t say she had a few close calls, but ultimately demons could be bartered with just as humans could. The lower leveled ones were rarely smart enough to outwit her or ask for something she just couldn’t give. So far, dealings were good and they only became better when she met him.

 On the fourth or fifth time she called out for help, this time she needed a rare desert root for a drying spell, she followed the same procedure as always. She lit her candles, drew a summoning sigil on the floor, and chanted the words that would bring her the closest demonic being that felt the urge to heed her call. She specifically did it in a way that powerful demons would not be attracted. In fact, she would much prefer to keep them away for they were much smarter and more conniving, and ultimately not worth the risk. This time though...this time someone with a little more juice than what she normally found herself bargaining with appeared before her.

 Todoroki Shouto was an incubus with the most prestigious lineage of any sex demon that resided in hell. His father was known by all demonic beings. He was number one in his class, The closest to king that anyone of them could truly be. He had also fathered more children than any other demon, enjoying ruining human women to the point that they could no longer be satisfied by mortal men. Shouto found it distasteful. The way Enji wold flux his hormones so that any woman within a few hundred feet would simply beg for him to fuck her, to breed her, to make her his. He had more half-siblings than he could count in addition to the three full-blooded ones. His mother had also been a high class demon with a pedigree, though her whereabouts were currently unknown.

 He was minding his own business, taking a nice walk through the woods in the mortal realm when he heard the call. There was a tugging sensation on his chest and a melodic voice ringing in his ears. It was not a call for someone like him. Someone capable of such true  power. Yet, something drew him in. Something about that voice had his interest piqued. He couldn’t resist answering her quickly, less some other demon came to her first.

 He appeared before her, hair split down the middle perfectly. One half red like his father’s, the other white as his mother’s. One dark grey eye and another a brilliant blue, his white button-down shirt loose fitting with a few top buttons undone to show off his chest. If he wanted to lure in the opposite sex then he could with ease, but Todorki Shouto had a secret. One that made him much less powerful than he could be.

 The witch was taken aback by the demon in front of her. He was certainly the most handsome she had ever seen, most lower level ones were not very pleasing to look at. It made them easier to deal with. Her curious eyes blinked as if to make sure he was really there. Immediately she could sense that something was off about him. Something wasn’t quite right, however she could not pinpoint what it was.

 Shouto regretted answering the call immediately. The witch he had been summoned by was possibly the most beautiful creature he’d ever set eyes on. She was pure beauty and grace, more stunning than anyone residing in hell or earth. In fact, part of him wondered if maybe she was an angel. However the various bottles of herbs and assorted animal parts quickly led him to believe that she was not divine. She was simply mortal and in need of help.

 “Oh an incubus.” She said, still looking very bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. “What a surprise. I’m not sure if you can help me or not. You’re a little out of my league.” The last part seemed like a joke but Shouto wasn’t entirely sure.

 “Why did you call for me here?” He asked calmly, his face perfectly blank though his eyes were fixated on her.

 “I’m in need of something for a spell.” She said honestly, “Sometimes I call upon demons to help me gather items I cannot easily get.”

 “Is that not dangerous?” He asked, starting to look more intrigued than anything. “Do you not worry about your safety?”

 The witch let out a nervous laugh, “Well, lower levels ones aren’t much of a problem for me. You’re a bit more than I’m used to. I’m surprised you even heard it honestly.”

 Shouto knew immediately why he heard it. Because as it stood, his power level was that of some lower tier demon. He had only fed twice since coming of age. His hunger was almost maddening. It had been eating away at him for decades. But he would not be his father. He would not be a glutton for sex and breeding. He refused to follow in his very heavy footsteps.

 “I was simply within range.” He said, though she knew that him happening to be close by to her didn’t really mean much. The spell was designed to not be heard by anyone over a certain power level. Could an incubus really be below that? “What do you need?”

 “A root.” She replied, flipping through one of the many of her family’s grimoires. She found the page that had a drawn picture, name, and general description. “This one.”

 “You’re doing a drying spell.” He said out loud by mistake. He knew because he had had this particular spell cast on him many times throughout the years, though recently it seemed to be working less and less. It was to dry up sexual desire. It was one of the few things that helped him get by so long without feeding. Without it he would have been driven insane by lust many decades ago.

 The witch cocked her head at him curiously, “yes, I am. For a client. She’s tired of having children but her husband just won’t stay off of her. She’s hoping it’ll get him to stop.” She paused for a moment, “Can you get it?”

 “Yes.” he replied dumbly, as if it were totally obvious.

 “What is your price?” She asked then, realizing he didn’t catch the implied question.

 Shouto thought for a moment, it was about time to recast the spell judging by the lecherous thoughts that were starting to cross his mind. “Can you perform another one?”

 She looked perplexed for a moment before it dawned on her why he heard her incantation. He was starved. And he must have been for some time too. “I can but I think I can do something else for you that will be much more beneficial.”

 “And what is that?” Shouto asked, wondering if perhaps there was another spell or potion out there that was more powerful and thus would be more effective.

 “Just have sex with me.”

 That was how it started. Any time the young witch needed something, she’d do a more specific summoning spell, one that only Shouto could hear. And every time he’d come, no matter what he was doing, to aid her. She would often jokingly call him her demonic sugar daddy because he provided everything for her for the low low price of coitus.

 The first couple times had been a little awkward. Shouto’s abilities were almost dormant. He fumbled his way about her body which was quite embarrassing for a sex demon. However after a few practice rounds the two truly began to find what got the other off the most. And in half a dozen sessions Shouto was feeling power, but with power came hunger.

 When he appeared before her hearth one night, without an invitation, the woman nearly threw an old vase full of nightshade at him in terror. She only put it down when she realized it wasn’t just any random intruder, but her newfound lover. She hadn’t needed anything in quite some time now. Hadn’t called on him because business had been rather slow and the jobs she did get, she didn’t need anything from him. Perhaps it was a little cruel of her to not call on him regardless, but she honestly did not know how much his appetite had grown. How it began to consume him until all he could think about was her, naked and writhing beneath him as he pounded into her. He craved her and only her. It was not something that ever really happened to Incubi. After all they could have anyone they wanted. But he didn’t want anyone else. He only had eyes for her.

 “Shouto.” She breathed out, heart still racing as she set down the clay vase. “I wasn’t expecting you, did you need something?”

 His eyes were fiery as he stepped towards her and she could smell the faint scent of hell on him. She wondered if maybe he had another argument with his father. He had told her a little about his family life during post-sex cuddles. It wasn’t much but she knew he hated the demon that sired him. He always seemed to be wound extra tight after coming straight from hell, and that was usually the reason.

 “Go bend your ass over the bed.” He said, further unbuttoned the flowy shirt he typical wore. Her eyes grew wide, embarrassment heating her face as she took a small step away from him. It wasn’t really out of fear, just a simple reflex. He never really got demanding of her like this, maybe something was wrong.

 But the warmth pooling between her legs told her that despite the interruption, despite having not planned this whatsoever, hearing him order her to get into the bedroom had her flooding with desire, and he could smell it.

 Shouto didn’t really have to use his pheromones to seduce her. He was naturally attractive and had a body that looked as if it had been sculpted out of marble. No, he never used them before but he was definitely using them now and they had her weak in the knees as she trembled. She walked on shaky legs into her bedroom, keeping her thighs pressed together as she walked in an attempt to hide the wetness that was accumulating in her panties. It was pointless though. He could always tell.

 He left his shirt in the living room and kicked off his boots on his way to the bedroom. He lost his pants at the entryway, watching as she leaned over the side of the bed and resting on her forearms. Her eyes large and doe-like at the rush of adrenaline. Sex with with a sex demon was always an unforgettable experience. It was easy to see how people went mad over it. The way he made her feel, the orgasms he gave her, none of it compared to any other lover she had ever had. Perhaps that was one reason why she had been so willing to listen to him just now. She knew he’d make her feel good, and who didn’t like to feel good?

 Shouto padded over, dropping to his knees behind her as he pushed her skirt up over her ass so that the fabric could bunch at her waist. His nimble fingers hooked around the elastic of her panties and he slid them down with an odd amount of carefulness. He practically buried his nose into her sex, inhaling that sweet scent of arousal that had him feeling absolutely feral. His tongue came to prod at her clit, causing a small whimpering sound to come from her.

 He dragged his tongue over every inch of her pussy, savoring it fully until she was a quivering mess with shaking knees that threatened to make her fall down. “Let me breed you.” He said between kitten licks. “You can have anything in return.”

 They had been using protection until then. Sex demons were incredibly fertile and typically had no trouble creating offspring. But at the time when this started, Shouto didn’t want to sow his wild oats like his father had. This witch had him wanting to throw all of that to the wind. He just didn’t care. That drive to fuck without any sort of barrier was maddening.

 Anything from a demon was a very big price tag, and Shouto had never tried to deceive her. He had never been anything other than honest. And despite all her teachers to never trust a demon, she found herself trusting him. Every time their bodies intertwined she fell more and more in love, no matter how much she had tried to resist. She had thought some distance would have helped ease her feelings, but apparently it had been hard on both of them.

 “Y-yes,” She gasped out as he latched onto her clit to suck, “Ple-please, Shouto, fill me with your cum.” She was gripping the old quilt on her bed tightly to try and keep herself grounded, but the way he was eating her out, two lithe fingers now dipping into her dripping core made it impossible to even think straight. All she could think about was her simple need to have him inside of her.

 He didn’t stop working his fingers or tongue until she hit her first peak, moaning out for him in a way that had him nearly cumming prematurely. The strain in his underwear was painful now as he throbbed with need. After one long lick along her slit he stood up, grabbing onto the globes of her ass for pretend support.

 “Tell me what you want me to do, Little Witch.” He said as he pulled down his briefs and kicked them away as if they were the most offensive thing in the world to him. “You’re shaking like you want to say something. So say it.”

 “I need you,” She said, somehow sounding out of breath despite not having done anything besides orgasm. “Shouto, I need you so much.” He wrapped one hand around his cock, pumping in slowly as he watched her continue to tremble. “Please fuck me!”

 The amount of lust he was feeling for this one mortal woman was dizzying. No one had ever told him that one person could have this kind of effect on a demon. Neither his father nor his two older brothers. Was it that far fetched to think that something was happening to him that had never happened to them before? They all had a primal drive for sex but never towards one specific person. Shouto found that he desired no one else in any of the realms. He only wanted her.

 He pushed it without any hesitation, feeling her tense suddenly at his thickness stretching her out. He watched with fascination as he disappeared inside of her cunt, the warm, wet feeling enveloping him like summer rain. “Fuck,” He couldn’t stop himself from cursing and just how amazing it felt to be inside her. It was like taking that first breath of fresh air after being held underwater for an extended period of time. It was so damn freeing.

 The witch relaxed against the mattress, her eyes closed to focus on that beautiful feeling of him completing her with his cock. Shouto took hold of her hips to keep her upright and steady as he pulled out slowly before bottoming out all over again, her slick making for the best lubricant as he moved with ease.

 It started slow. Shouto wanted to revel in the heat. He wanted to drink in the feeling of her walls clamping down around him. The sound of her tiny whimpers when he pushed all the way in after pulling out. But this was much too slow for her, she couldn’t handle such a torturous rhythm. Shouto had eternity but his little mortal did not. Her time was limited and the thought of that made his heart suddenly ache.

 “F-Faster,” She dared to mumble to him, sometimes he’d punish her if she begged too much. If she didn’t let him enjoy himself properly. Today was not one of those days though. Today Shouto wanted to hear her cry for his cock.

 So he obliged, increasing his pace as his fingers dug into the flesh of her hips. His witch began to moan even louder as he hit that sweet spot again and again, making her dizzy with ecstasy. She never lasted long when it came to sex with Shouto, something he took great pride in. He loved nothing more than to give her multiple orgasms.

 But this view just wasn’t doing it for him. He pulled out abruptly, making her cry at the sudden emptiness. He flipped her over onto her back, ripping at her blouse so that it was torn wide open for him. Then he tugged down her bra to free her breasts before reinserting himself into her. He watched her face contort with pleasure, the glossy look in her eyes as he began to pound into her at a relentless pace. The hypnotizing way her tits bounced with every thrust, they were just so perfectly in sync with one another. It was the definition of beauty.

 Shouto brought a thumb to her clit, lightly pressing on it in a way that had her clamping down on him even more. It was as if she was trying to suck him in deeper, never wanting to be without him again. He grunted at this sensation, eyes burning with lust as her mouth made that perfect “o” formation with her eyes rolling back as her second orgasm overcame her.

 He never talked much during sex, choosing to be a silent observer. Every now and then he’d give a command or order, but that was about it. He had never been much one for dirty talk like his father or eldest brother. The witch was fine with this. He made it hard enough for her to think without adding the pressure of comprehending something as complex as language.

 Just when she thought he might be coming to his end, he increased his pace even more. She whined, still feeling incredibly sensitive from the first two orgasms. At least he had the decency to take his thumb from her aching clit. Instead he reached up and wrapped his hand around her bare throat, squeezing just enough to lessen the flow of oxygen and blood to her brain.

 She gasped for air, her moans less audible now as air came out in strangled puffs. He would loosen just enough to give her a small break before tightening back up again. She grabbed at his wrist, and he waited for her sign that it was too much. A double tap anywhere on his body with her pointer and middle finger, or their safe word if she could manage it was all he needed to tell him that he’d gone too far. But neither came and so he continued to abuse her pussy with a pace so fast no human could possibly keep up, and only when she was screaming his name a third time did he finally release himself.

 Shouto came inside her for the very first time. Normally he pulled out even with a condom on. He really wanted to take no risk. This time, this time he had to claim her as his somehow. If any other demon were to come to her then then they’d smell him all over her. They’d think twice before crossing a Todoroki, that was just how well known his family was.

 He removed his hand from her neck, before leaning down to kiss it softly. His nose nuzzled the underside of her jaw in a way that might have appeared to be loving if either of them knew what that word really meant. Her heavy breathing slowly calmed down, delicate fingers squeezing his biceps with care. A simple sign to tell him that she was alright and that he did good. She had found that sometimes he needed encouragement. Sometimes he wasn’t as confident as he pretended to be. But small reassurances were really all he needed to bounce back to normal.

 “Can you stay the night?” She mumbled. Any time she asked, any time she was feeling particularly weak for him, he would turn her down. Saying he had other things to do. Saying it just wouldn’t be proper. Making any excuse he could.

 This time Shouto did not move from on top of her. His mound clouded with the afterglow of such an intense orgasm. He knew then that he’d do anything for her. Anything at all. And because of that realization he hummed back a simple affirmative. He’d stay as long as she would have him.

[prismadog]

Found Family AU character facts/background (part 7)

well, folks, we've made it to the last one of these posts - minus the upcoming master post. these just seem to get longer and longer, or maybe it's just because the past two have been about siblings? idk, all I know is that I'm a bit tired of writing these atm.

this last one should - SHOULD be shorter, but we'll see. this one will feature our last two characters - Mr. there's-no-such-thing-as-a-demon Joel Smallishbeans and good ol' Copper Dad Pixlriffs.

*did you know that Mesoglea is a word? I didn't until I kept trying to type "Mezalea" and my computer kept wanting to change it. Mesoglea is a gelatinous substance between the endoderm and ectoderm of sponges or cnidarians, or something. there's your word of the day and it's all thanks to the red squiggly line that appears every time I type "Mezalea"

*edit: guess what? y'all get two of these in one day because I felt like writing this last one! [technically, it's already Saturday but to me, the next day doesn't start until the sun comes up so yeah...two in one day! whoo!] the master post will be tomorrow sometime but idk when.

Joel

Joel is the only child to the Mezalean King and Queen, and was less born to them and more born from the Mother Tree - they couldn't have children so they begged the Mother Tree for an heir, She granted them a child who they raised as their own.

he was often alone growing up, never really played with the other children, but he wasn't lonely - so he and others would say - because he had his terracotta clones. he built many of them with his own two hands and the Mother Tree gave them life. he was raised as a prince and often went to the Gathering of the Empires with his father.

he got on well enough with the other children but kept mostly to himself - that is until he met the princess of the Ocean Empire. he noticed the other noble children seemed afraid of her so he took it upon himself to befriend her - plus, she was so different from the humans/clones around him, she was interesting with her pink hair and pearlescent skin and unnaturally blue eyes.

they would meet at the Gathering and spend the whole time together talking about their kingdoms and their hobbies - Joel was really into building and playing pranks on people, Lizzie was into raising axolotls and has a brother who she looks after. the short meetings weren't enough and Joel talked to his parents about visits with the Ocean Empire - it only makes sense since the two empires boarder each other. unknown at that moment, the Oceanic rulers proposed the same thing to the Mezalean rulers.

visits began between the two kingdoms and Joel found himself in love quickly enough - he loved Lizzie, he loved her little brother, he loved the Ocean Empire itself. but he kept his feelings to himself for fear of rejection, that is until he was about 16 when Lizzie came to him with talk of marriage - their parents had been discussing it but didn't want to force their children into it. he and Lizzie talked it over then went to their parents together and promised a future wedding, he also promised that Jimmy could be his best man.

life was peaceful, there were plenty of long visits between kingdoms, him and Jimmy often got into trouble - then the King of the Ocean Empire was killed. Joel tried to be there for her but found travel between kingdoms difficult due to the ongoing storms surrounding the Ocean Empire, he still managed to write Lizzie and once was able to visit - though getting back was just as difficult as getting in.

then several months later the storms stopped and Lizzie wrote to him about her taking the throne - she had said the Queen returned to the sea, though, he didn't really understand what that meant. he returned to the Ocean Empire and was there for Lizzie's coronation. he started visiting regularly for a time and each visit seemed to last longer than the one before it - he was there so often that Jimmy suggested he just move in. he did, with both his parents' and Lizzie's permission.

two years after that, he asked Lizzie to marry him and she said yes. they had two ceremonies, a proper land-dweller one in Mezalea, and another smaller Oceanic ceremony. being King now to the Ocean Empire meant he was basically a trophy husband but he didn't mind, he was happy as long as he was at Lizzie's side. if there was a Gathering, he or Jimmy would go with her, though usually Jimmy stayed home to watch over the kingdom - but he made sure to bring him plenty of stories and food from the Gathering.

Joel received word from his parents that an illness had struck Mezalea and the King and Queen had caught it. he returned home immediately to help where he could, Lizzie often sent aid to him, as did the kingdom's ally Pixandria - he had hardly ever spoken to the Copper King but he was glad for the aid. his parents unfortunately didn't survive and he lost a good number of civilians to the illness. but it was cured, with the help of the Mother Tree and magic from the Crystal Cliffs, and he became King of Mezalea.

with the illness cured, visits started up again between Mezalea and the Ocean Empire, though there was a lot more time spent apart than together but he and Lizzie made it work. Jimmy sent messages and gifts between the couple, often getting some for himself, until of course Jimmy became of age and wanted to travel the world.

Joel and Lizzie saw Jimmy off - it never ceased to amaze him how his two best friends could turn into giant sea creatures that could wipe out a fleet of ships. they managed visits on their own and sometimes he got letters from Jimmy. the letters stopped for a time and Lizzie grew worried, worried enough that storms nearly threatened the kingdom - but then Jimmy finally wrote them again and things were okay, he was in a swamp settlement and the people were taking care of him.

he and Lizzie went out right away to see him and found him at home in the swamp amongst a bunch of fish-human hybrids. he watched as Lizzie lectured her brother then babied him, then helped set Jimmy up as the ruler of the swamp settlement - the Cod Empire. they left Jimmy sometime later but saw him again at the next Gathering.

Jimmy got on well enough with the other rulers, despite the cod head he wore, though Joel noticed some rulers picking on him. he helped Jimmy from time to time, just so his brother wouldn't be alone, but didn't worry too much since Lizzie wasn't worrying - she was extremely protective of Jimmy but if she wasn't stepping in, then there was no need to worry.

Joel had met many of the rulers when he was a child so he knew pretty much everyone there. the only ones he hadn't met before was Count fWhip of the Grimlands, Wizard Gem of the Crystal Cliffs, and King Joey of the Lost Empire. Gem was all right for a mage, he ended up becoming frenemies with fWhip due to the teasing of Jimmy, and Joey was just weird so he didn't really talk to him unless need be. he got to know Pix a bit more when Pix decided to ally himself with Lizzie and Jimmy, and he started calling the man "Copper Dad" since his main trade was copper.

Pixl

Pixl was found by a pair of miners in a cave beneath the sands and was taken back to a large desert village, nobody really knew where he had come from, only that he was gifted with visions of death - of those around him and of rulers of the kingdoms outside of the desert. the villagers thought him odd and a bad omen, at first anyway, because he always knew who would die next and would light a candle for them when they passed.

they accepted him after a time, once they realized that he wasn't actually the cause - he would preach to them about Lady Death sometimes and how she would care for their loved ones. everyone in the village had a hand in raising him, as well as raising other children which was their way - it takes a village to raise a child.

Pixl learned how to farm and mine and care for animals, and he learned to build. his first build, guided by his visions, was the Vigil - it stood tall in the center of the village and was home to 12 different colored candles - only two of which were lit - one for Elfking Scott of Rivendell and one for Queen Katherine of the Flower Fields. the rest remained untouched. these flames never went out and the villagers often questioned him about them - he told them that there will be 12 mighty rulers that would change the world, for better or worse he didn't know.

over the years, he continued building up the village, he watched over the Vigil as Prophet of Death, and started working with copper and trading it for other goods. the people began to go to him for help and looked up to him as a leader, they named him the Copper King - a new candle was lit for himself when he was crowned, something he hadn't known would happen.

he continued leading his people and made a few alliances with other kingdoms - with Queen Katherine and the King of Mezalea. there wasn't a lot of contact between the kingdoms other than the Gathering, of which, he never failed to go to. over the years, he watched rulers age and die and watched their heirs take over. it took a long time for him to meet the children who would one day have their candles lit.

the next candle to be lit was for Pearl of Smallholding, though, he didn't know who she was at the time, he didn't even meet her until many years later. the next few happen fairly quickly - Queen Lizzie of the Ocean Empire, King Joel of Mezalea, and a couple years later Dwarf King Sausage of Mythland - these three he had watch grow up through the Gatherings. shortly after Mythland, Wizard Gem took over as the ruler of the Crystal Cliffs - he had known the previous Wizard and through them, knew of their protégé. a year after Gem was her twin brother, Count fWhip of the Grimlands - a new kingdom that managed to rise up from its own sort of desert. a few years later was King Joey of the Lost Empire and Codfather Jimmy of the Cod Empire - Joey's kingdom had once been named Maztec but had been in hiding for so long that it lost its name. due to his alliance with Joel, Pix decided it best to ally himself with Lizzie and Jimmy as well, somewhat through association but mostly because he liked them.

one candle remains unlit and no matter how much Pixl prays, the answers as to why remain a mystery. he still watches over the Vigil and keeps a count of each rulers' deaths - for some reason, the 11 rulers are allowed to revive themselves every time they die. he finds this odd as well, and a bit concerning.

[itonje]

hey sexy stranger who is not me would you like to talk about therese

hello sexy stranger who is not me i WOULD like to talk about therese aka theresa but i changed her name a little bit cause it didnt sound like. idk french enough

anyways therese florien is louis florien (oc)'s younger sister and also the last monarch of the northern empire (actually when she became queen she was the last monarch of just the north because the south and the west had broken off by that point but we'll get to that).

in the main story, 20-30 years after all these events ill be telling later take place, samira and the rest of the continent know her as 'The Coward Queen/Tea-time Queen' because she only ruled for a couple days and immediately forsook the throne when the southern and ko'bi army approached the capital. currently, she resides in the florien ancestral home (summerhead) on the northern continent, and she's converted the castle into both a prayer place and a place where travelers and vagabonds and so on can stay for safety. and she's basically become like a priestess . long long long backstory under the cut

anyways . the first we know of her is that she's louis' younger sister, she's very religious, she's very timid, and she's very close to her father gareth...there are reasons for the last two that have to do with her late mother lorete. so like. louis is a sorcerer which lorete discovered when he was just a child (northern sorcerers are believed to be willingly practicing dark magic against their religion or whatever) and the florien family is already in some deep shit with the royal family (tldr floriens used to be the royal family, were deposed and murdered and so on and also gareth pissed off his cousin back when they were in their twenties or whatever, this will all be relevant later) and so lorete knew that her son would be taken away/the family wld be punished or whatever adn devoted all her attention towards her son and towards concealing his magic from everyone, including his father.

and when she gives birth to therese, her attention is still all lazer focused on louis, and gareth, who doesn't know why she's ignoring her in the first place basically raises his daughter alone up until lorete dies of an outbreak of plague or whatever when therese is four and then he's raising the eight year old louis AND therese alone. therese's timidity comes from both the paranoia her mother exuded when she was little, lorete's death, the fact that when she was young she saw a jousting accident involving her father in which a man died. her piousness comes from the fact that the only thing she really did when she was younger was pray and read while her father was out doing knightly duties (cough cough colonizing) and it provided an outlet for her to vent her emotions ab her upbringing

also, there's a conspiracy the floriens were involved in with a couple other families set up by gareth's grandmother to restore the florien family on the throne (re: louis would become king when the time came) so like even then everyone always gave her brother attention over her because they were convinced he would be king and she was just the second child they didn't care about. in this world like women are as eligible to inherit and own land just as much as men btw louis was just the eldest

anyways because of her very like. kind of stuck up religious nature, her fear, and because the floriens are already kind of pariahs her first friends are just louis' friends, charicle elaphin (the elaphins are a family close 2 the floriens) and the strange iloro girl whos in training to be a knight (kidlat, but her 'northern name' is claire), but they get along very well, making a little sort of friend group.

as the years get on, therese really keeps herself busy just by taking care of her, who's very infirm, and reading more theological stuff (like by her hero, her ancestor aveline florien who was a priestess and religious reformer) and even writing a bit of her own stuff. to the outside world though, her interiority is looked down upon and royal family supporters (ie, against the floriens) even spread rumors about her, like that she's a secret sorcerer or something (the florien family has always had accusations of sorcery flung against them, little do they know there is a witch in her family but it's her brother who's actually the sorcerer)

we mostly either see her thru the perspective of kidlat, who likes her but feels a bit alienated to her like how kidlat feels alienated by everything northern, or louis who is like. apathetic towards her like he feels some affection for her because they're siblings of course but he's not really close to her and he thinks her piousness is self righteous and finds her deep fear and timidity unpleasant to deal with...tho, his greatest resentment towards her comes from the fact that he's always felt his father has preferred her over him (he does btw. like louis isn't wrong lol)

anyways the royal family sets up a wedding for her because louis refuses to be married, and claims this is out of love for their cousins, but this is just really a ploy to royally piss off gareth by taking his other child away from his household (something they already did to louis), and therese is um. well she's very angry and upset about this, which louis (and no one else, except for her father ofc) doesn't realize until the day of her wedding when he's getting her ready. she doesn't want to leave her father and summerhead, she wants to devote her life to the Goddess instead of some random husband, and she, like the rest of the floriens incl louis feels very humiliated and cheated by the way she's being treated when she has the right to the throne, when she and co should be in charge....this surprises louis because. he didnt know other people had feelings. also at some point therese wants to ask charicle to marry her instead because he's very religious as well and he's gay so neither of them would have pressure to feel love for the other, but louis tells her to not do that by saying oh well he's half western you're a florien almost-princess which convinces her to not do that

anyways she does get married to this guy, and has a kid (eventually), but continues to constantly visit her own family and gareth dies of like. natural causes or whatever (also stress because of louis being a cunt asshole or whatever and therese leaving him and colonizer guilt and a bad leg infection and honestly the man had a lot going on tbh) which really really bums her out, louis also yells at her because again, poorly hidden resentment over his father's preferential treatment of her which makes her even more upset

also later on when the king is dying she tries to pray for him at his bedside but the queen, who again, does not like the floriens, gets mad, calls her a witch and devil or whatever whos killing him, tries to beat her etc, and finally therese has had it she's HAD it and her big joker breaking point moment is. throwing a shoe at the queen and calling her a 'very godless lady'

anyways later later after aeetes (yeah remember him) kills prince edouard, who was about to be crowned king, and the west, galvanized by the south breaking off and the death of the Sort of King, breaks off as well and starts waging war against the northern forces, the remaining northern lords are like. well shit. whos going to be in charge. maybe the floriens again? but..... louis has already ran off chasing after the deserter kidlat (and unbeknownst to everyone, has died in a tragic mysterious Axe Murder Accident) so the crown goes to...you guessed it....therese! anyways she's crowned, only of the north, which is the only nation the crown has juristiction over at this point, but when the southern and ko'bi forces annihilate the remainder of the loyal northern knights (many northern families have tried to start their own factions to try to reconquer the continent, even fighting each other..this is not working) and move up to take the throne a couple days afterward, her deep fear that she's always carried with her leads to her immediately forfeiting the crown and running away....

i wrote a little something from her perspective on her coronation, basically she believes that the goddess has put this in her hands for a reason, she believes and knows she's truly the heir to the great florien kings and queens, she's apathetic towards the (supposed) death of her brother because um. the way he treated her for all of her life, though she does feel a great emptiness now that he's gone, she wishes her mother and father were there to see her, but there's always that. undercurrent of anxiety and uncertainty she's always had. so you can kind of see what she eventually does coming from a mile away

[kinetic-elaboration]

March 12: 1x10 Journey to Babel

My favorite Star Trek episode! Possibly my favorite episode of anything... I’m not going to have much of anything deep to say about it but I did enjoy it immensely.

I actually know the opening of this ep really well because I was using it as the basis for a still unfinished AOS-verse fic that I still want to write but it doesn’t get old regardless.

We can relax when the Vulcans get here! Can you though??

Spock’s utter non-reaction to the name Sarek. But inside he’s gotta be feeling a lot, right? I mean at the very least, nerves at the impending awkwardness.

I feel like Sarek is so subtly suspicious in this scene. Like... why is no one acknowledging we’re related? What’s going ON?

And Kirk knows something’s up but he’s not sure what.

So rude! Asking for another guide. That really is a rift.

And then Amanda’s look when Kirk mentions Spock’s parents. So subtle, so confused, so judgmental.

Also this is a great concept for an Enterprise mission.

I think Amanda’s really interested in the ship! So this is where Spock works...

Humans smile with such little provocation... Whereas Spock smiles when Kirk isn’t dead

Lol the parallels with Sarek and Kirk calling Amanda and Spock over. Mr. Spock, attend.

Sarek taught him computers! So adorable.

Mrs.Sarek lol. But she proves the unpronounceable name can be sort of pronounced.

Idk if I believe this whole depiction of Vulcans as patriarchal... It doesn’t really square with T’Pau running the whole planet. Nor is it logical.

Amanda is so glad that Spock has friends!!

I love to see Kirk defending Spock.

Lmao at the idea of Sarek following the teachings of his father. Was he doing that when he took a HUMAN wife??

Kirk and Amanda bonding over their stubborn husbands.

Oh no, the signal is coming from inside the ship!

Kirk is sure loving this.

So Sarek is 102. That would make him 60-some years older than Spock.

Sarek’s vote carries the others! He’s so important.

Now Kirk is trying to charm the aliens.

I just noticed that Amanda asks Spock if she can share the sehlat story. She looks at him and he very obviously inclines his head. He’s okay with McCoy hearing this.

Alive with six inch fangs!!

Sarek being so protective of Spock and his dignity. “He’s a Starfleet officer!!” Honestly so proud of him.

Sarek/Amanda is actually the best ship.

I feel like Spock gets his humor from Sarek honestly. Like the way he talks to the Telluride Ambassador is so similar to how Spock talks to people.

Can’t believe Kirk had to break up a fight between Spock’s dad and another ambassador lol.

Of course Kirk has to be shirtless for the dramatic reveal of MURDER.

Spock doesn’t think Sarek killed anyone. (Even when he kinda throws him under the bus with that “my father is capable of killing.”)

But then there’s Sarek “I agree, I am a very suspicious person here.”

Meditation cannot be discussed with Earthmen.

Sarek had 4 heart attacks and didn’t tell his wife. The nerve.

Sarek and Spock ganging up on Bones. A real bonding moment.

Spock’s blood has human blood elements...interesting.

Spock was researching for Sarek. Idk why that hits me so hard... He finds this really long shot solution, an experimental drug that isn’t even used on Vulcans and just says “okay problem solved we’re going to fix my father now.”

Calling his father by his first name... cold. He doesn’t do that with Amanda.

*Stefon voice* This ep has everything, mystery, intrigue, family drama, diplomatic drama, medical emergencies, shirtless Kirk, and a fight scene!

Poor Spock, on top of everything else, his space husband is injured too.

Now Spock is off to question the prisoner. Eep, wouldn’t want to be that prisoner.

I feel like Spock’s excuse of not wanting to give up command is total Scotty erasure, and seems really flimsy on its face.

The Andorian tells him to think about passion and gain...asking Spock to think about passion!! How dare?

Not a lot of Kirk in this episode but every Kirk scene is gold. He’s being charming again. And he has such devotion to Spock and his family, even risking his own health to make sure Spock can help Sarek--and Sarek hears all of it! We are specifically shown that he’s awake!

Kirk’s face when he looks at Spock in the Captain’s chair is just so loving.

Hmmm I guess no one trusts Scotty around here!

Bones is not encouraging confidence by not knowing what Vulcan blood pressure should be.

Haha just knocked Spock the fuck out. “My patients don’t walk out in the middle of operations.”

“Sir, we stunned the Andorian and pieces just started falling off.”

I love that the inside of Sarek is smoking.

...You know actually the Enterprise did need Kirk specifically to command in this crisis.

How is CHEKOV the next in command lol? He’s 22 and the lowest ranked person there.

It’s interesting that the Orions are the bad guys in this episode.

Spock’s parents can so clearly tell how in love Kirk and Spock are.

“One does not thank logic.”

When Kirk collapses and Amanda moves closer to him, Sarek is still holding his fingers out for a kiss like a lovesick nerd.

Bones gets the last word!

And now Kirk, Spock, and Sarek are going to be recovering in the same room for a while lol.

I didn’t write any notes on the Spock and Amanda scene because it’s just... too much. Too overwhelming. It’s so dramatic, first off, and... Amanda is just so human. You know in some ways she’s assimilate to Vulcan life--how she can pronounce Sarek’s last name and how she thinks the Vulcan way of life is “better”--but she really wasn’t written to e like a long term Vulcan resident imo. I mean when it comes right down to it, she’s very human. I like that but I just think it’s interesting.

I’m a little uncomfortable with like the degree of emotional manipulation... saying she’ll hate him forever, slapping him. But Spock’s excuse looks pretty flimsy when you consider that there are other people who can command the ship. But then... well like I said, there WAS an emergency and Kirk really was the best man for the job so like you do get an example of how not all officers are interchangeable. And I was trying to wrap my head around the argument that this isn’t just a Starfleet position, it’s a Vulcan one, and one Sarek would understand: duty, rules, and the many before the one. So I guess it does make sense, and the tension is appropriate for the scenario.

I also appreciate how the point of this episode was to show, as DC Fontana said, three people who hadn’t been a family for a long time becoming a family again, so you can see all the complexity in their history and how the differences in their cultures blend together sometimes awkwardly, and how hard it is for all of them.

This is the best ST installment for Vulcan fashion. Like, this ep, T’Prng’s dress in Amok Time, and Ambassador Spock’s asymmetrical coat in STXI are the only valid Vulcan outfits. I never got the robes and head coverings thing. Like, are robes logical? I think not. Plus, they are desert people but they are NOT austere, so I don’t get all the dark colors and shit. Vulcans should absolutely all be wearing hot pink wide legged pants and fur-trimmed ponchos; I am not joking. Also I thought Sarek’s outfit was great: it’s simple and professional but still has a lot of color on it; it’s exactly what it seems like a Vulcan ambassador would wear. And they never reach that level in any later installment!!

The Amazon trivia tells me that deleted dialogue said that Sarek was an engineer before he was an ambassador, which I don’t totally get (that’s not... a science...and he went to the VSA right?), but I do find it VERY interesting and I wish I’d known that when I wrote HAICG and had Spock name his son after an engineer.

Next time is Friday’s Child, which is also a great episode to watch and think about HAICG.

[plainvanillapotato]

the 100 diaries S2 E12

quarantine: may 31 2020

season 2 episode 12: “Rubicon”

the guy is running. watch he just die and no one gets clarkes message. i would love it if clarkes plane just backfired but of course they save him. 

ok but wait why was cage just random carrying a oxygen tank when he himself doesnt even need one.

tsing out here with her own personal army. then just plucking these kids one by one. damn 

these grounders really be listening to clarke just because lexa said so?? damn these grounders be loyal minus gustus and that one guy that tried to kill clarke but then got eaten by king kong

is raven really the only person out here doing all this crap?? like does clarke not realize how big of an ask shes asking of raven? raven is magic and shit but she has some limitations just to be somewhat realistic. just chill the fuck out clarke raven is doing the best out here arguably more than clarke.

i love how bellamy is still wearing that hat still looking like sean malto. but also how has someone not noticed him? but i guess bellamy like joe from you as in if he wears a hat he magically blends in.

“...all of this is for nothing” way to put pressure on prettyboy bellamy like he didnt already know that. chill clarke everyone is trying their best out here. ngl i would hate to have clarke as a manager cuz i think she would micromanage the shit out of people. 

remember in the last episode when clarke asked what her job was well i think that i figured it out:

i also wanna mention that finn literally died idk less than a week ago but clarkes in charge being out and about commanding people years her senior. i get that we had that whole episode dedicated to how finns death affects clarke but still she got over that pretty quick. a little too quick. but i guess that if youre a sky person your emotional metabolism is just through the fucking roof...

ooo clarke still be salty toward her mom. but yeah kane is kinda an enabler

but why do these people have clear paper. the art department is feeling themselves on that one. like is it because they wanted to be edgy and futuristic or is it from an actual realistic viewpoint that the space people dont have trees to create paper................does this also mean that the space people didnt have toilet paper???????? but also back to the paper thing did these kids never learn how to write in cursive??? since i would imagine actual writing utensils are limited so idk if they waste it on teaching kids cursive. actually tho does anyone have an answer to these questions??? 

where did jaha get that antler stick. i kinda want one. i like to imagine that he just saw it lying somewhere on their way to the desert and said to himself i would look epic holding that stick and then went to pick up and started using it even tho he doesnt actually need a walking stick....any hunter x hunter fans?

jaha’s mask at 8:29 is an example of what not to wear during corona season

“thanks for the water?”...while looking down a bit flustered ”its, uh..it was no problem” emori and murphy? ship?

bellamy crawling through air vents to save the day...magenta from sky high who??

also bellamy’s ear piece is giving me everything. *i know that the following meme is just a tiny phone but i just really like it so idgaf

again with the inaccuracy of bone marrow extraction.

but what really gets me is clarke recognizing what procedure is going o just by the sound of a drill. ok who is she? she be like the boy that can identify a vacuum just by the sound. For those that don’t know what I’m talking about:

https://youtu.be/Ar5nLNku0CM

A missile?? where did these people get a missile

But also imagine if clarke was like actually i didn’t catch any of that conversation and bellamy just had to recap it like Luis in ant-man. I would die

thats a lot to ask of raven clarke. Like i could never get that shit done no matter how long you gave me. Yeah ppl be screwed if i was part of the 100

That hug btw Clarke and raven...ship? Jk i know it was just a friendship hug but yah can never know with these writers. Like i honestly wouldn’t be surprised if the writers said enemies (being part of that love triangle with finn) to friends to lovers

murphy and emori are definitly a ship. walking together behind with everyone else. Murphy said “i killed two people. I had my reasons but nobody cared.” Fuck you murphy you killed them cuz you a salty bitch. I also hate how he says this so blasé. Like dude want?? Ugh. Ugh. Ugh. Murphy also said im the bad guy. Murphy is a billie elish fan?? Duh.

woah when that girl pulled out her claw????? I fell out of my seat. its actually huge. she could grab a whole basket all. They did a great job concealing/ not drawing attention to her hand before like i was so fucking surprised.

“Its pretty badass” and murphy looking at that claw tho...murphy is into kinky shit. But also that look he gave her while she walked away that was the most genuine look I’ve ever seen out of murphy.

Bellamy shoving jasper into a wall and whispering...bellamy and jasper? ship?

this secret talk between bellamy and Dante....bellamy and president Dante? ship?

But i also like to imagine that during this meeting that bellamy has the song dont be suspious. Dont be suspious playing in his head

woah. Mountain man said inconito mode activated. Reminds me of one of those green soldiers in toy story especially during the opening scene of i think the first movie

This character development in clarke is something else like remember when she talked about the grounders wanting finn out in the open and not in private causing a huge public uproar. Look at her now talking in private with Lexa about the missile. Phenomenal character growth if you ask me.

they really put all their eggs in one basket with bellamy. But bellamy be a really good basket tho. Trust Lexa trust.

where tf did this guy get an RPG??

Woah Emori be the real bad guy. But honestly she could slit Murphy’s throat and he would still live because cockroaches can still live without their head.

raven you should have just shut up. You really dropped the ball there.

lincoln???? What are the chances??? Isn’t he still a druggie?? Honestly octavias little speech would not motivate me at all. If anything it would make me want to take more drugs. At this point i would just say to Lincoln “dont fight it”

i like how they took everything but they let jaha keep his stick.

caspian is reall dressed like a hipster that sells artisanal kombucha

Jaha really has some faith in murphy...jaha and murphy? ship?

Also that was a really good shot of them murphy, jaha, and their crew climbing up the hill with a giant moon in the background

Lexa is giving me padme vibez wearing that head scarf like that

they were going to let kane and indra die

yeah sorry to break it to you abby but your child is a killer but then again so are you sooo..you really cant be out here to judge your kid like that. Like mother like daughter. But you really cant lecture clarke on this. you literally gave your husband up and you let your daughter blame her best friend for it. And on top of this you were part of the council that sent 100 kid down to earth without even knowing if earth was survivable. ma’m get the fuck outta here.

but all those lives for bellamy. i think its worth it. Because bellamy is worth everything.

theyre linking arms they got monty no!! absolutely not. they took jasper but i gotta say better he than monty bc Monty is king. Yeah jasper really fumbled with that gun. Really not smart. jasper should have just shot tsing instead

Oof a containment breach. wow what an epic door stop. Sooo loong tsing. That was such a cruel death tho but yeah she kinda deserved it.

Does Dante play the cello?? A real renaissance man isn’t he?

wow this makes octaiva and lincoln like an epic couple that conquered the world. power couple. Goals *gag* but ok does that mean that Lincoln just stopped cold turkey just like that?? Hes just automatically better? No this is not how drug addiction works. But ok sure Jan.

[alwaysahiccupandastrid]

How To Train Your Dragon: Homecoming - Thoughts/Review!

[turtle-steverogers]

I can’t write for shit but I know you are really talented ,so what about an angst about Spot going to war and he doesn’t make it back and Race and their 1 year old son go to visit his grave and talk to him? Idk you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to but I thought it was a really cool idea

hi! so this is a pretty on brand prompt (especially for a certain upcoming Thing, but...,,.,) but anyway yeah here’s a fic. hope i did your idea some justice!

warnings: lots of talk of death, but nothing graphic.  my shitty, caffeine muddled writing (truly, not my best work, sorry)

ship: sprace

word count: 1529

editing: nein

Just Out of Reach

“Aye, Sergeant, need some water up there?”

“Yeah, thanks man.”

A water bottle is passed up to Spot, and he takes it, taking one hand off the M2 machine gun that’s deadbolted down in front of him and using his teeth to unscrew the cap.  He hadn’t realized how goddamn thirsty he’d been, but it’s fairly easy and not at all uncommon to lose touch with yourself during the methodical cycle of a mission.  

Really, it’s just reconnaissance.  Mapping out the desolate land that surrounds base- cataloguing the unknowns and the possible threats.  It’s the simple stuff.  The required bits that make the more strategic missions possible.  But they still take long as hell and Spot’s willing to bet that he’s sweat through his fatigues by now as he bakes in the desert sun.  His helmet is scratchy and the army-issued goggles are digging into his skull, squeezing his brain and making his head throb.  The water helps a bit.

His vehicle is at the front of the convoy, and somehow, he found himself perched in the turret, calculating gaze scanning around for anything amiss.  They near an Iraqi village, vacated looking buildings lining either side of the sandy, dirt road.

Spot thinks he sees a few windows shutter closed and when he looks to his left, there’s a little girl (she can’t be more than five.  Christ)  sitting on her stoop, knees pulled up to her chest.  She’s staring at the convoy, eyes wide and fearful and fingers plugged into her ears.  Spot feels a pang of...of something.  Guilt, maybe.  Sympathy.

Really, none of these people asked for this.  They never wanted big, scary men in big, scary vehicles shouting out foreign remarks and invading their space- their homes.  

Spot forces his gaze back to the front, willing himself to focus back on the task at hand.  But he can’t help his mind wandering back to that little girl.  There was something about her.  The innocence, maybe.  The simplistic look of discernable fear in the face of something scary.

He thinks of Teddy.

His son’s own wide, brown eyes and chubby, five year old cheeks.  Really, they’re not so different- that girl and Teddy.  They’re lives are so drastically diverse from one another, but they share that same, innate naivete.  The all prevailing look of curiosity that only kids can convey.

Spot misses Teddy.

Granted, he always misses him and Race.  The feeling isn’t mutually exclusive to any one moment, but sometimes the ache will grow into more of a pain, gripping his chest with longing to kiss his husband and hug his son.  Maybe dig his fingers into Teddy’s sides as he picks him up and swings him, planting an exaggerated kiss on his cheek.  It’s a foolproof way to make him laugh.  And if Race is there, he’ll laugh too.  There are some things in life he can count on to be constant, and his family is one of them.

He comes back to himself as he nears a stoplight and suddenly, something in the world seems wrong.  He’s just about to secure himself around the gun when there’s a shout from down below and then the humvee is jerkily rolling to a stop and that’s when Spot sees the wire and that can only mean someone’s going to die if they don’t fucking stop right fucking now and--

Nothing.

-

“Papa, can we go see Daddy today?”

Race freezes halfway through screwing the cap off a carton of milk.  He turns to look at his son and finds him staring at him in all his six and a half year old glory.  His hair is a mess of bedhead and sleep and even though Race had gotten him up and dressed in a decent amount of time for a Saturday, he still looks rumpled.  But that’s just how kids are, Race guesses.

It had been a year since Race’s life took a tumble into the realm of his worst nightmare.  A year since Lieutenant Kelly and Sergeant Jacobs had shown up on his doorstep, clad in Army Service Uniforms and wearing twin, somber looks. 

It hadn’t taken long for Race to piece together why they were there.

That day was still hazy, a jumbled mix of numb shock and things like, “we regret to inform you” and “killed in action” and then there was Teddy pulling at his pant leg and asking him with those wide goddamn eyes why “guys dressed like Daddy” were there and Race didn’t know how to tell him that Daddy’s gone, because how the hell do you explain that to a five year old and he wasn’t equipped to deal with something like this and he still isn’t and-

Yeah.  A nightmare.

Race still isn’t sure if Teddy knows exactly what happened.  He seems to understand that Spot is gone and that fundamentally, he isn’t coming back, but he doesn’t think Teddy understands death yet.  The finality of it- the weight behind the concept.  

It was inexplicably haunting to see Teddy not crying at Spot’s funeral.  Race was crying.  Hell, Race was a mess.  It was so bad that Albert had to take over his eulogy and Jojo had to watch Teddy for a few minutes while he lost his shit in the bathroom.

But Teddy hadn’t cried.  He’d just clung to Race with a tight grip and wide, bewildered eyes, not saying a word.  

“Sure, bud,” Race says, shaking himself and pouring the milk into Teddy’s bowl of Lucky Charms, “we can go see Daddy.”

He takes Teddy along to Spot’s grave fairly often, but he never really knows how much of it he processes.  Like at the funeral, he’s always quiet and subdued when they go, never really saying anything.  Just sitting in Race’s lap, head bent into the crook of his neck as he stares at the headstone.  

“Yay!” Teddy bounces a little in his seat, grinning as Race sets his breakfast in front of him, “I want to tell him about my dance recital!”

Something in Race’s chest cracks open, making him feel simultaneously warm and cold and entirely overwhelmed. 

On their way to the cemetery later, they pass a man selling custom bouquets on the street.  Brilliant mixes of orchids and roses, gardenias and anemones, bleeding color into the cold grey of winter, and when Teddy sees them and turns that pleading look on Race, well, who is he to say no?

-

“Hi, Daddy!”

For once, Race stays a little off to the side, watching his son sit cross legged in front of Spot’s grave.  He’s talking, words spilling out at about a mile a minute, but Race tunes them out.  This is their private moment and he doesn’t want to get in the way of that.  

“I kinda wish you coulda seen it, but…” Teddy shrugs, mouth grimacing in a way that’s so strikingly Spot that Race has to close his eyes for a moment, “That’s okay.  I know you woulda come if you coulda.”

And, well, ouch.

“Anyway, I brought my scarf for you, Daddy,” Race opens his eyes to see Teddy carefully wrapping his little Thomas the Tank Engine scarf around the headstone, just over where he’d placed the flowers they picked up earlier, “‘Cause it’s getting cold and Papa always tells me that scarves help make you super warm.”

Race has to bite his lip to keep from crying or doing something stupid to ruin his son’s moment and, like, breakdown in front of him.

“Anyway, I’ll let you talk to Papa now, ‘cause I know he always likes to talk to you a little,” He smacks a kiss onto his palm and presses it to Spot’s engraved name, “Bye bye, Daddy, I love you.”

When he turns to look at Race, he’s smiling.  It’s big and unyielding and Race fucking melts, because this is all he really wants.  Sure, when Teddy gets older, Spot’s absence will ring loud and daunting, but hell, if he can have any ounce of peace with it then, well, Race...Race is fucking ecstatic.  He can handle this. 

“Your turn, Papa!” Teddy says, beckoning Race to sit down and climbing into his lap when he does.

“Thanks, little man,” Race hugs Teddy close, “Did you have a good time talking to Daddy?”

“Uh huh,” Teddy says, squirming a little in Race’s tight hold, “I know he was listening super good, I could feel it.”

Race swallows, “Oh yeah?” Teddy nods, “I’m super glad, Teds.”

And maybe, really, that’s what this is about.  Spot’s death was a curveball thrown with the wrong hand, jarring a perceived reality and shifting everything Race had known a little too far to the left.  And no, it isn’t okay.  Maybe it’ll never be okay, but it doesn’t have to be.  Spot’s still there, lingering somewhere in their hearts and made real by his memory- their memories of him.  He’s still palpable, still reachable, and if Teddy can feel it, maybe Race can too.

Race takes a breath, fortifying and fond, then smiles.  It doesn’t feel so strained and Race feels just that much lighter when he clears his throat.

“Hey, Spottie…”

-

it wasn’t very good don’t clown me please my brain said ‘sorry bud’ today

thanks for reading, chiefs

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[villa-kulla]

fanfic authors’ tag game

sort of tagged by @fontainebleau22!

AO3 name: VillaKulla

Fandom(s): The Magnificent Seven 2016, previously Breaking Bad, and dipped into the Kingsman fandom on one occasion as well

Number of fics: 24

1. Fic you spent the most time on: 

Oh absolutely Waveson by a mile (or should I say ‘by a league’ lol sorrynotsorry). It started out fast and then I hit the middle section and was stumped about how to give it the vibe I wanted for like a year lol. Managed to get back on it though and power through, but I definitely made the most changes/revisions to that one (rather than my usual ‘write the whole thing out in one-shot/edit as I go/make any necessary language changes later but keep the original structure’ method)

2. Fic you spent the least time on:

I wrote Ashes in like one afternoon lol, which amazes me because of how ‘complete’ that fic feels. Also Desert Sand only took about 3 days cumulatively speaking, although I posted it over the course of a week and a half.

3. Longest fic:

Chisolm’s 7 apparently! Not sure I knew that lol but yeah makes sense, I guess that one’s almost at 100k.

4. Shortest fic: 

Pens & Swords, not sure I knew that either! Aww I’d almost forgotten about that one but yeah, that one is short and sweet in all the ways.

5. Most hits:

The Kingsman football AU I did called Out of Left Field! Surprised that one gained so much traction in such a large fandom, but it did have the benefit of lots of chapters and people putting it on their rec lists. Thank goodness they did, because it was an odd AU premise lol. Desert Sand is a close second though. That one was among the first Mag7 fics so I think it became a bit of a go-to read when the fandom was first getting started, which accounts for a lot of its hits.

6. Most kudos:

Also the Kingsman one, with Desert Sand in second

7. Most comment threads: 

Again with the Kingsman one lol

8. Fave fic you wrote: 

Probs River Grit, it feels nearest and dearest. And idk if I’d call it a favourite just because it’s so damn sad lol, but I feel like In the Pines aka the ‘super sad death fic’ honestly has some of my best writing in it haha. However depressing it was to write, I did enjoy that world and the characterizations, that’s another fic that feels ‘complete’ in a lot of ways

(also I always feel compelled to point out that Billy being the ‘unfortunately chosen one’ WAS NEVER PERSONAL OR HAD ANYTHING TO DO WITH BILLY I LOVE HIM. The whole fic started as a Fried Green Tomatoes prompt gone awry lol, and in that scenario it was Goody who made the cut lol sry Billy ilu <3 Had I intentionally set out to write a major character death fic for the heck of it, it could have gone either way between Goody or Billy. )

9. Fic you want to rewrite/expand on: 

Ooof most of mine I’d keep as is but there are a few I’d change a little. I feel like I kind of rushed Sam’s arc in Chis7 and didn’t give him a proper conclusion so I’d want to expand on his role more. Also there’s an old BrBa fic I did once where I uploaded a first part that was standalone, and then went and added a part two. But looking back it functioned way better as one part. I think I’d also scrap the ‘horse ex machina’ from Desert Sand lmao even though it felt fun at the time, but now it feels cringey (although on the plus side it’s maybe the least pretentious fic I’ve written:P

And not to STILL be lingering on the selkie AU lol, but I still think I could have made that better. I think what it needed was more Billy POV. In my mind Billy was going through a whole ‘little mermaid’ scenario of his own in that fic with wanting to be on land but conflicted about it. But I was aiming for a certain atmosphere of ‘present time only’, so I kept it to just Goody’s POV without delving into too much backstory of either character. But that had the drawback of diminishing Billy’s emotional state, so I feel like his motivations were never entirely clear to the reader. I think I could have solved that by sharply jumping time periods at the start of part 2 and telling Billy’s story in flashback from his POV. I think that would have been really cool. Who knows, maybe I’ll tweak it some day. Also with the selkie au, I hate to say it but they really had better chemistry in the seal scenes lmao.

Also not a fic, but I was once given a FMK scenario with Goody, Billy, and Vasquez, and I would like to revise my previous answers and change it to: F = Goody because he’s nonthreatening, M = Billy because we have canon evidence of him being the best husband in the world, and K = Vasquez because idk he’s a big boy and he can take it

10. Share a bit of your WIP or share a story idea that you’re planning:

I’m not currently working on any fics, although I do miss those sweet cowboys! I’d like to write something else for them but I just haven’t felt sufficiently motivated. But depending on how long this quarantine lasts, who knows lol.

likewise tagging anyone who feels like it!

[swiss-cheeze]

Proposing || Queen + Boh Rhap cast

QUEEN (not including Freddie)

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Brian:

Brian had the whole day planned out! A nice breakfast to wake up then there would be a cute goose chase around your house and the city (going from your first date, first time he said 'I love you', first time you guys kissed, made love, had an argument {which funnily enough was the cafe you both had your first date at}, first time you made love etc.). THEN, after about 5 or so hours (cuz he would know the goose chase would be over), he'd ring you to get dressed up nicely but still comfortable (casual formal) and he'd order a cab to be out the front and to drive you to a nice little quiet restaurant, you'd talk about your day and then afterwards he take you to the car (that he used to get to and from the studio) and he'd drive you to his favorite spot where you can see the ENTIRE night sky and he'd have a telescope and books and even some maps of the constellations and after a little while (and giving you his jacket) he'd just kind of look at you and smile that award winning smile:

Brian: 'marry me (Y/n)?'

You: 'p-pardon?'

Brian pulling out a blue velvet box and showing the small ring inside: 'you are the love of my life, would you do me the great honor in becoming Mr. /Mrs. May?'

You probably with tears in your eyes: 'yes!'

Then you would kiss a hug and then make love under the stars!! (It's a secluded area its okay)

John:

Queen would be playing on stage, Deaky doing his little bobbing dancing and stuff and after a while Freddie would be wiping sweat away and be like, 'our little Deacon has something to say!!' And he'd pass the mic to John and he'd look to the crowd as they'd cheer and stuff:

John: 'um, okay, thank you for tonight first of all!' *crowd cheers* 'but um, I've had something special in mind for a while, can I please call my lovely partner (Y/n) to the stage!'

Freddie would be guiding you one stage patting your hand that was linked in his arm and saying 'it's okay he's got this under control' and stuff. You'd stand in front of John and John would pass his bass to Freddie who put it in a safe place:

John smiling: 'hello love'

You probably giggling or something idk: 'hello'

John: 'I have called you here because of something special' *deep breath* 'I have loved you since the day I met you, you have been my one and only and my only one, you have been there through everything with me, through breakdowns and tears, through the ups and the downs and through Rogers fanatics' *que Roger yelling a 'HEY' in the background* 'and I wanted to ask you something very important and dear to my heart' *the crowd cheers knowing what he's gonna do as John pulls out a ring from his back pocket and getting on one knee* *also que Roger doing a drum roll in the background making everything laugh and John roll his eyes* 'my sunshine, would you do me the absolute favor of becoming my husband/wife?'

You probably have tears in your eyes and can't string a sentence together so you just nod constantly.

John: 'love please use your voice'

You: 'YES!' *que everyone cheering*

John would exhale SO LOUDLY, he'd stand up, put the ring on your finger and then lift you from your waist and twirl you around on stage while you giggled and then when he put you down again you would immediately kiss him and John being John would be cute and dip you down while still kissing making you both giggle. You'd finally walk off stage giddy and excited as Freddie got his mic back (including the stand) and giving John and large bear hug.

Freddie: 'well that was lovely dearies! Now! To commemorate this occasion! I present to you! You're My Best Friend!' *que the crowd going mad and you crying on the sidelines*

Roger:

Y'all are at home watching some quiet tv all cuddled into each other and shit probably watching some reality tv show where the winner wins £1000 or whatever, and you're talking together every now and then, the whole 'would we have a family?' 'Yes' 'how many kids' 'seventeen hundred' 'ROGER' 'WHAT' 'that'll hurt', and all of that, and it kind of goes silent and Roger excuses himself to go pee. Rog leaves to do his business and this gives you the moment 👀, you race up to the bedroom, grab the red box in your side of the drawers and run back down to the lounge and sit where you previously were sitting. Rog comes back after a little while and you go back to cuddling and sitting in comfortable silence for a few minutes before you become restless:

You: 'Rog'

Roger: 'yeah babe?'

You, taking in a deep breath, getting off the couch and getting on one knee in front of him pulling the red box and opening it to show a gold band: 'marry me?'

Roger probably out of breath not knowing what to do: 'I- um- but- aren't- I- but-'

You: 'it's too early in our relationship isn't it? I'm sorry, f-forget I asked' *goes to put ring away*

Roger: 'no no no no!' *takes a beautifully carved diamond ring out of his jumper pocket with a large grin* 'I just didn't expect you to ask first. Marry me?'

Now it's your turn to be speechless. Which you both end up laughing at and shedding a few tears.

Obviously you say yes.

Obviously he says yes.

You cuddle.

Cry.

Look at your rings.

Maybe make love if that's what you want. Rog is definitely up to that.

BOH RHAP CAST

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Rami:

Dinner date, beautiful romantic dinner, a rose in the middle of the table adorned with stark white cloth, the most beautiful view of the sunset to your side and the most perfect view in front of you, Rami, he had asked you on a date to this place as an apology for being away for so long with filming. You of course said it was fine and he didn't need to apologies but he won that argument nonetheless and you ended up here. The best (favorite food) you have ever had and your favorite wine choice. You excused yourself for the bathroom to 'freshen up' which was Rami's cue; he set the red box on you (clean) plate, lid open with a beautiful ring inside, the jewel wasn't too big or too small and it was the perfect representation of you yourself and that's why Rami loved it so much. Rami had talked to the chef's before you two got to the restaurant saying he was proposing and made sure that your seating was secluded as well as under the box said 'Marry me love of my life?' in red. You'd walk back:

You chuckling with a confused look: 'what's this?'

Rami: 'read it'

You: *reads it and goes through the stages of shock, confusion, and then shock again* 'R-Rami'

Rami: 'please? You're the love of my life and I can't not see you in my life as you do I, I love you ever so much and you have supported me through everything, Bohemian Rhapsody, Mr. Robot, even James Bond! Please' *que puppy dog eyes as well as a pleading look*

You nodding with tears in your eyes: 'yes! Yes of course a million times yes!' *crying, smiling. You take the ring out and put it on chuckling* 'is the ring edible or is it just the writing?' *sly grin*

Rami: 'what you're wearing is my desert if that's what you're asking' *wink*

You: *blush*

Needless to say; it was a long night. The ring stayed on the bedside table; both of you not wanting to lose it between the sheets or anything.

Ben:

You two would be at the soccer match 'of the year', whoever against England, you didn't pay attention too much; you tried to honest to god you did, but your head still just didn't want to wrap around it that tiny bit. So you mostly sat on your phone through the game until Ben would shake your shoulder with excitement as his team won another goal.

Ben: 'they're winning! They're gonna win (Y/n)!'

You: 'yay!' *Ben goes back to watching the game and you go back to playing on your phone*

Time soon slowly crawled forward, Bens team won (which lead to him picking you up and swinging you around out of excitement) before the announcer came on.

Announcer: 'with that perfect win I believe we have someone in the crowd wanting to ask something!'

Someone comes up to Ben and hands him a microphone (he's wringing his hands while holding it because he's so nervous)

Ben: 'w-well, (Y/n), you're my best friend, the person I want to stay with for the rest of my life. And I've been meaning to ask you this for a while' *turns and holds a hand out to the pitch; both soccer teams now had their shirts off and had their arms linked over each other's shoulders (even if they were from the other team yes) and each letter was painted on their back spelling out 'Will you Marry me?'*

You: *probably having a hand over your mouth in shock you look back to Ben who's now on one knee and holding the beautiful ring you had been eyeing for the past four months* 'YES'

Ben breathing a sigh of relief and standing up: 'THEY SAID YES' *into the mic, queuing the crowd to go in an ecstatic uproar, even the soccer players whooped, hollered and jumped on each other as Ben spun you around and kissed you*

Joe:

Joe is full into the cliché stuff right? He'd do the whole 'put the ring in the cupcake/cake' idea; thinking it was just that of a good idea.

You come home from work exhausted, someone got a raise, someone else got a promotion, one of the seniors was leaving and god forbid someone else had to bring their child. Today was not a day you wanted to keep. So you walked into the house mopping slightly as you put your shoes in their respective place and called out to Joe.

You: 'JOEY'

Joe: 'KITCHEN'

You: *walks into kitchen and coughs slightly* 'alright mister, the gig is up, what are you making? Smells like dead rats in here my lord'

Joe, smiling awkwardly and trying to wave some gray smoke away from the smoke alarms: 'nothing dear! Just wanted to make something for you for when you get home and well! You're home!'

You: 'mm hmm, okay now tell me the real reason why you're making a burnt cake'

Joe: 'I'm not making a burnt cake!'

You: 'you're making something burnt that's for sure'

Joe pulling out three trays of vanilla and chocolate muffins: 'they're muffins you uncultured swine'

You: 'they don't look that bad honestly'

Joe all giddy and shit: 'I know! Let's put them on the rack and wait for them to cool before decorating?'

You: 'sure!'

You both started taking out the muffins and putting them on racks and plates before heading to the lounge room where Joe gave you a butt load of massages, head rubs, and let you vent about your day already knowing that if you kept it all in you would be in a worse mood tomorrow; you ended up falling asleep while Joe was giving you a head/neck massage and M*A*S*H* played in the background. Taking this time to his advantage Joe set to work and started decorating the cupcakes and arranging them; each with one letter accommodating to 'marry me?', an arrow pointing down and the cupcake with the ring in it. Made especially for you with all of his love. Only an hour or two passed before you woke up and went in search for Joe before coming across him napping on the kitchen floor. Reading the message made you giggle, chuckle, then laugh and then tear up with joy, even though Joe was asleep against the kitchen counters it was still cute. You took the muffin with the ring in it and took out said ring with some delicate handy work before washing the ring, putting it on your finger, muttering a small 'yes' to yourself and placing said muffin back in its rightful place; wanting to play a small prank/game on Joe to see how long it took him to realize you had the ring on.

Joe did wake up about half an hour later and found you sitting in the lounge room reading a magazine.

Joe: 'babe follow me!'

You, putting down your magazine knowing exactly what would happen: 'what's up babe?'

Joe leading you into the kitchen and pointing to the muffins with a giddy smile: *giddy smile*

You smiling widely with your hands over your mouth (making sure the ring was on display): 'babe!'

Joe: 'mmmmmmmmmm?' *getting a little nervous*

You: 'yes!'

Joe letting out an audible breath he didn't realize his was holding in: 'oh thank fuck'

You went for the cupcake (already knowing what was meant to be inside) and quickly (but slowly) started to nibble and take apart the muffin.

You: 'Joey? Baby? Do you have the ring?'

Joe: 'huh? N-no it's meant to be in the muffin' *starting to go pale*

You: 'it isn't in their baby' *faking a sad tone*

Joe, coming over and looking everything in the cupcake and around on the counter: 'what? But I made sure it was in there, there is nowhere else it should be!' *looking around frantically*

You: 'Joey'

Joe: *still looking around worried*

You: 'Joey!'

Joe: *still the same thing*

You: 'JOSEPH'

Joe: 'WHAT' *turns to look at you as you hold up your hand with the ring on it*

You: 'I've got it, its okay baby' *large giddy grin.

Joey: 'b-but...HOW!?'

You: 'I came up here after my nap and saw you asleep on the floor so I didn't want to wake you up, I saw the muffins and took out the ring and made sure to make it look like it was before. I'm sorry baby I didn't mean to frighten you so much' *cupping Joes face near the end of your sentence*

Joe grabbing your hand and making sure the ring is on your finger: 'I-is that a yes?'

You: 'yes Joey of course a thousand times yes!'

Joe: 'oh thank god!'

You with a giddy smile as you lean in wrapping your arms around his shoulders, 'I love you Joey'

Joe: 'I love you too babe but you are definitely getting a punishment for that act you played' *smacks your butt playfully making you giggle and bite your lip*

Obviously you can tell what Joe did to you for the rest of the day and even into the really early morning ;).

Gwilym:

Dog Park.

You and Gwil would go to a cute little Dog Park with your pup and you'd play together and have fun and when you take a breather on the bench Gwil pops the question.

Gwil: 'have...have you thought of a future with me?'

You: 'of course, I always have'

Gwil pulling out the ring: 'then can we get it going?'

You smiling while looking at the ring and nodding: 'yes'

Gwil would smile, kiss you and then put the ring on your finger and then you'd go home and cuddle.

((I'm sorry Gwils is so short, I couldn't think of much for him besides the dog park))

Lucy:

Drunk on wine she would pop the question suddenly. You two would be having a lazy day in, facemasks and bubble baths and everything else; you two would be sitting in the lounge room (finished with your little facials and bubble bath and scrubs) drinking wine and watching crap telly.

Lucy: 'love'

You: 'mmmmm yes?'

Lucy looking at you with a drunken smile: 'marry me?'

You giggling: 'of course babe!' *goes in for a hug but ends up empty handed as Lucy walked off into the bedroom* 'love!?'

Lucy coming back in with the ring: 'here you go" *giggling*

You: 'I-I didn't know you were being serious'

Lucy: 'of course I was!'

You giggling and taking the ring with tears in your eyes: 'I love it babe, thank you'

[snarkandsarcasmftw]

tag games, ftw

I was tagged by both @rampagewriting and @heelsamizayn to answer this and it seems like a fun time and my brain’s being a bag of dicks rn, so whhhhy not... Here we go.

0) Name/Nickname? If ya wanna share it.

Ashley, AA, Snark - mostly on here. Oh and lil bit, but... family only.

1) If you could bring any two fictional characters (from books or film/tv) into the same world who would they be, what world would you put them in, and what would their relationship to each other be?

Uhhh... Uhhh... Okay, alright, hm... This is going to be an unconventional answer but.. I’d take Bucky and Cap and I’d drop them right into the middle of The Walking Dead. Hear me out.. They’re both military trained / enhanced superheroes and they can walk that line of having compassion and being totally ruthless if they must. I think it’d be neat. They’d be friends / psuedo brothers, of course.

2) If you could drop yourself into any fictional world from books or film/tv, which would it be?

Oh god, oh noooo.. Every part of the fifteen year old trapped within my old woman body is screaming at me to answer Harry Potter -cos magic.. But.. I’m going with The Walking Dead. Just for the simple fact that I could smack both Lori and Dale Horvath in the back of the fuckin head.

Alternately.. I’d really wanna hunt vampires with Edgar and Allen Frog, and the eighties were my shit, so.. That too.

3) What’s your spirit animal?

A cat or a raccoon. I have under eye circles, stay up late, eat only junk and I’ll bite if you take my food plus kinda chonky ( raccoon) and I like to take naps, I’m... adamant about cleaning / grooming plus, I like to sit around and give people side eye when they’re doing dumb shit. ( cat.)

4) What is the most unpopular opinion you hold?

NO. NOPE. NOT ANSWERING. ISSA TRAP.

Okay, since I obviously have to put something here, I’ll say it. And I’ll start with wrestling:

Seth Rollins is vastly overrated and I don’t get the whole.. Attraction to him. And the same goes for Cody Rhodes. Also, is it just me or are his fucking intros too long? Idk, maybe that’s me and my lack of patience. If you like either of these, sorry, continue to do you, but.. I’m not a fan and I honestly don’t particularly care about either and this is my own personal opinion. I’m allowed to have one. I’m not saying bad shit about either guy here, if you take it that way, it’s your own damn problem? I’m not telling you not to like them. I’m simply saying I do not.

As far as media goes : Fifty Shades of Gray is fucking dumb. I mean.. 10 page contract.. to get what has to be mediocre dick, at best? And it’s not even written with any regards to true BDSM concepts for the most part? Nah. I’ll pass. 

And now, for one about our current situation: I think the idiots who hoarded TP at the beginning of this should be allowed to return things.. Provided it’s unopened, they have a receipt, and they don’t see a fucking dime of the money they spent and that the money from the returns goes to masks / other methods of protection for front line workers or straight into the unemployment packages and the stimulus thing. Like literally, the hoarder gets nothing, people who need TP / sanitizer / etc get UNOPENED NEW PRODUCTS and the front line workers get the proceeds of the voided returns. We all win here. (I realize this probably cannot happen, but. It’s one way to kind of... help this current shit show we’re all trapped in.) 

5) How do you like to style your hair most often?

Uhh.. Down. I’m too goddamn lazy to be bothered.

6) I always love this overdone question - you’re allowed three books on a desert island, what do you bring? (Note: Survival Guides don’t count).

The Shining, The Dark Towers series - Stephen King, The Client - John Grisham and The Outsiders - S.E Hinton

7) Something new you’ve learned in quarantine/lockdown/corona times?

That no matter how hard I try, I cannot apply false lashes. That more than two noisy things going in the background is TOO MUCH. Oh and I’m pretty damn good at baking when I bother to try / don’t toss out the directions.

8) Favorite alcohol? (Or non-alcoholic beverage if you don’t drink!)

Haven’t drank in... a while-ish. But my favorite thing to drink when I do is vodka or tequila. Occasionally White Claw ( i know, i know.). Favorite non-alcoholic beverage is water lately.

9) Music you can’t stand? Music you love?

I’m gonna get torn the fuck apart for this but yolo.. I can’t get into K-Pop. I’ve tried. It’s just.. It’s up there with new pop for me. Older boy bands / pop stars? Not a problem. I just don’t like a lot of pop music and I can’t get into K-pop. If you like it, awesome. It’s just not for me personally. Beyond that? I love literally any other kind of music. I have a veeeery varied eclectic listening preference but my all time favorite? 80′s glam / pop or country.

10) Have a favorite herb?

FIRST OF ALL.. GARLIC.. yeah, it’s not a herb buuuut... yeah.. Anyway, for actual herbs..Basil, Rosemary and Sage.. Oh and cilantro. Cilantro will save your ass in a pinch. 

11) What kinds of cups/glasses/bottles do you prefer to drink out of?

My big tol cold cup. Or.. my stemless plastic wine glasses, of which I have apparently lost.

12) Preferred mode of communication: texts, phone calls, emails, letters?

Text or email. I’m not... fond of making calls, but I will if I have to. I prefer texts or email. Oh, I do enjoy writing letters now and then.

13) What is your favorite weather?

Not too hot, not too cold. Not too sunny but not overcast and gray either. A light breeze. NO POLLEN.

14) What kind of lighting do you like?

Softer lights, for the aesthetic.. Overhead lighting, so my blind ass can... yannow... see. If I had my way, I’d have candles and string lights every where though.

15) What is the best thing you cook?

Honestly, I feel like it’s my chili or my stew. Alternately, husband seems to ask for chicken / bacon / ranch pasta casserole a lot, so... Idk.. I guess pretty much anything (except fucking hamburger helper, i can NEVER get this shit right, despite directions, sacrifices to the culinary gods and pleas/promises of my first born. It always turns out icky so I never cook it.) 

16)  Do you have a favorite font to write in?

Handwriting or typewriter fonts for the most part. Roboto when I’m writing / editing my own fics and such.

17) What is something you’ve always wanted to write in a fic, but you’ve been too afraid to? Or, what is something that you were afraid to write, but then you did and it ended awesome?

Honestly, I’m scared to death to write smut. Which is why I’ve been trying to write more of it lately. I won’t say it’s going awesome ( I’m pretty sure some of you sit and read it when I post and are like what the fuck... this isn’t realistic and this is so bad.) but it’s going.

I’ve wanted to dip my toes into writing for more obscure fandoms too. Like ones that I personally enjoy. As far as something I’ve always wanted to write? Horror. But I’m scared to death I’d fuck it up.

18) If you were in your favorite fantasy world, what would your weapon of choice be?

A sword or a knife. Machete, maybe?

19) Is there a commonly used expression/saying that you can’t stand?

While I agree with the answers J and K put to this “It’s in God’s hands, etc” - sometimes things are GOD AWFUL. The last thing I want to hear is what the reason God had for doing it is. So don’t tell me. 

Triggered is a useful term.. if it’s used right. And I’m starting to realize that 95 percent of people DO NOT know the proper use. They think that being triggered =‘s a reason to bitch and tear someone apart over some miniature thing they’ve done. So now, when I hear it being misused, it fucking annoys me.

20) What is something that you would like people to know about you?

I’m a grumpy ball of rage. I’m petty as fuck and saltier than all the oceans combined in the right circumstances. But.. I can be a nice person and I love getting to know people and helping people or talking to them. Even if it’s hard for me to start it off bc I’m fucking awkward as fuck also - hence the reason it takes a while for me to actually... attempt... conversing with new people both IRL and on here.

I’m gonna leave this open to anyone who wants to do it bc Idk who has or hasn’t already and I don’t want to annoy people. 

This was a blast!

[lalainajanes]

Hi! idk if you're still taking prompts but can you do one where klaus and caroline are coworker's who are always getting into heated screaming matches during team meetings and everyone who works with them is just used to it, but the new girl is like wtf??? and then later finds out that they're actually married and don't hate each other?? thanks!! your writing gives me life

Obviously I could not resist fluff day! For Step Two of @klarolineshippersclub 12KCXmas event!

With Friends Like These

The office is deserted – its 7 PM on a Friday – so Caroline’sstartled by the sound she hears coming from the hall. It’s a staccato series oftaps. Heels, eating up the distance quickly, and she rolls her chair back,grabbing her phone from the corner of the desk just in case someone’s bleeding.

She’s about to go and see what’s happening, when Kat barrelsin. Her eyes are wide with what Caroline suspects is glee, her hair a wildwindblown mass of curls. Her jackets only half buttoned and she tosses asideher purse, rushing towards Caroline. “You will not believe what I just heard!”

Caroline lets herself be shaken, taking another confusedlook at Kat’s dishevelment. “Did you run from the bar? Thought you were goingto try to seduce the new guy.”

Katherine looks offended. “Try? Please. Mason’s a sure bet.He’ll keep until next week.”

“Wow,” Caroline drawls. “Something came up that’s kept youfrom guaranteed sex? Must be big.”

Katherine lets go of her, tossing her hair over her shoulderand letting out an irritated huff. “Yeah, yeah, mock me. We don’t all get to scheduleregular freaky married sex.”

It takes a fair amount of willpower not to tear her eyesaway and Caroline lifts her chin stubbornly. Katherine might know far too many details about her and Klaus’ sex life butthat was only because Caroline gets a little over share-y when tequila’sinvolved in a girl’s night out. Klaus is shameless enough not to care, evenwhen Kat’s comments get overly pointed. If anything, he leans into it, lets hishands linger and does his best to make Caroline blush. Caroline is working onbuilding up the same aplomb in the face of Kat’s suggestive smirks and taunts.

“You seem to do just fine in the freaky sex department,” shesnipes back.

Katherine grins, slow and very pleased with herself. “Ireally do.”

Caroline groans, walking over to the couch that lines onewall of her office. “I do not want to have this conversation with you.”

Her dry spell is hours away from ending and she’s really looking forward to it.

Klaus has been gone for ten days, dealing with inspectionsfor the new hotel the company is opening in London. Caroline’s team is busy puttingtogether room concepts so she hadn’t been able to justify taking the time awayto accompany him.

She likes phone sex as much as the next girl whose husbandhas a hot accent but it got old after a few days. She misses having a warm bodyto roll into at night; the way he wakes he scrapes his morning beard againsther shoulder when she grumbles about the alarm.

“Someone’s cranky!” Katherine sings. She circles Caroline’sdesk, helping herself to the bourbon that’s stashed in the lowest drawer. “Mynews might not help you.”

Oh joy.

Caroline slouches low, letting her legs flop ratherungracefully, “And yet, you rushed all the way back here to tell me about it?”

“It’s just too hilarious. I couldn’t not.”

Katherine’s sense of humor is a weird thing, an acquiredtaste, so Caroline braces herself. “Alright, hit me.”

“Uh uh. Let me set the scene.”

“And people say I’m dramatic.”

Kat ignores the complaint, lifting the bottle high. “There Iam, in the ladies room…”

“Taking off your panties so you could stuff them in Mason’spocket?”

“Please. Like you’ve never used that move.”

Caroline could honestly say she hadn’t (Klaus likes toremove her lingerie himself) but Katherine’s already continuing her tale. Sheperches on the edge of Caroline’s desk, wiggling in an effort to getcomfortable.

So it’s not going to be a short story. Caroline presses herlips together, holding in a sigh, glancing at the clock. She’s supposed to grabKlaus from the airport at eleven and she’d planned go home and change intosomething easier to remove beforehand. Hopefully Katherine can resist the urgeto embellish too extensively.

“I’m minding my own business, about to flush, when I hear afamiliar name.”

“Yours?”

“Nope, yours. Preceded and followed by some very colorfuldescriptors.” She pauses expectantly, eagerly watching for Caroline’s reaction.

Only to be disappointed when Caroline shrugs, emitting onlya dismissive, “Somehow I’ll survive.” The last time she’d really been overlyconcerned with other people liking her she’d owned pom poms.

Katherine, however, isn’t finished.

“Really? Even when I tell you that our little bathroomgossiper had very complimentary things to say about your hubs?”

Her hands curl into the couch’s cushions, a teeny flare ofjealousy flaring bright.

She’s an only child and she gets a little possessive, okay?Klaus is into it. He’s also no stranger to getting growly and shooting murdereyes and staking a claim and, since he’s got a bajillion siblings, he doesn’t evenhave the same justification for being bad at sharing.

Those incidents usually result in an immediate need forprivacy (or the reasonable facsimile found behind a locked office door or thebackseat of a car). The next day they’ll sleep in, there will be hickies on herthighs and scratches on his back, and they’ll eat dessert for breakfast.

Honestly, Caroline kind of loves that particular ritual,knows very well that Klaus does too.

“Not everyone thinks Klaus is awful,” Caroline points out.

“Because most people are dumb and lack my excellent taste.”

Caroline eyes the bottle, seriously considering chugging abit and just calling a cab when it’s time to collect Klaus. She really doesn’twant to be drunk for their reunion but, if Kat doesn’t hurry up and get to apoint, it might be her best option. “I love you so I’m going to ignore the factthat you kinda just called me dumb.”

Katherine scoffs, “You’re not dumb, just dickmatized.”

It’s probably a good thing she’s not drinking because shewould have choked. Caroline’s laugh sputters out, grows in volume, and she hasto cover her mouth when it becomes hard to control herself. Her eyes water alittle as she finally manages to stop giggling, “Yeah, I’m totally tellingKlaus that you said that. He’ll take it as a compliment.”

“Literally the only nice thing I’ll ever say about him isthat you’re far more bearable and less uptight than you used to be. I creditthe regular orgasms.”

She and Katherine had been hired at about the same time and,in the beginning, hadn’t gotten along overly well. Kat now headed The MikaelsonGroup’s marketing team, was a wizard at luring in celebs and influencers andmaking their hotels a coveted destination. Caroline had worked her way up torun a design team. It’s how she’d met Klaus (and they’d butted heads too in theearly days) coordinating with him and his architect minions.

“I, too, am a big fan,” Caroline admits. “Though, honestly,you should really give cuddling a try. Totally relaxing.”

“Ew, pass.”

It’s an argument they’ve had before.

“Anyway,” Katherine says, so loudly that Carolineinstinctively glances towards the door. “Back to my story. Greta Martin thinksyou should stop being a total bitch to Klaus in meetings. Oh, and she’s alsoplanning on banging him.”

Caroline sits up, now outraged. “I am not…”

Katherine cuts her off, “You have been a little snippy thisweek.”

Only because Klaus has been baiting her.

“That’s just how we are. He pokes, I prod. He’s annoyinglysmug, all ‘oh, aren’t I the cleverest?’ and I like to knock him down.”

“Verbal foreplay is your thing,” Katherine says, adding aknowing nod.

She throws her hands up, collapsing back again. “Exactly! Mymarriage is freaking great and if that…”

Again, she doesn’t get to work up to a proper rant. Superannoying.

“That’s the best part!” Katherine crows. “She has no ideayou and Klaus are married! Talk about dumb people.”

Well, that’s mollifying. Slightly. Caroline will just haveto make things clear. Plans begin to form. She discards the racier ones (unlessGreta proves to be unwilling to take a hint). She twists her wedding bandabsently, “How has she not noted the rings?”

“Forget the rings. How she hasn’t noted Klaus’ doofybesotted face whenever you walk into a room is the bigger issue. Maybe sheneeds glasses?”

Maybe Caroline will get her assistant to shoot Greta anemail detailing the company’s excellent insurance coverage on Monday.

She hears the bottle clink and she shakes off her mentallists, shooting Katherine a glare. “You know, it would have been easy for youto clear up her misconceptions in that bathroom.”

Kat’s brows rise and she shoots Caroline a look like she’ssaid something totally insane. “And deprive myself of prime workplace drama?Please. You know how bored I get on Wednesdays when I have to sit in those dumblegal meetings.”

Caroline’s displeasure must read on her face because Kattosses her a bright smile, leaning forward and offering the bottle. Her toneturns placating, “Oh, relax, Cupcake. It’s harmless. You’ll probably forget allabout this little snafu over the weekend.”

Caroline’s does have big plans.

“Maybe,” she allows grudgingly. She stands, straighteningher pencil skirt. “Speaking of, I should go home and make myself pretty.”

“You’re going to do that gross airport make out thing, aren’tyou?”

Caroline smiles, not trying to hide the slightly mockingedge to it. “Usually, yeah. But Elijah’s not a guy who tolerates a scene.”

She relishes the freezing of Katherine’s body, the wideningof her dark eyes. Her hand flexes, looking for the bottle that had recentlybeen clutched there.

Caroline withholds it, setting it down and out of reach.

She’s not entirely sure what had gone down at the Christmasparty last year (Katherine was way better at keeping secrets no matter how muchliquor was applied) but she knows Kat’s red lip had been rubbed off and Elijah’svest had been buttoned incorrectly when she and Klaus had met the odd couple atthe elevator bank.

Kat had twitched a little at the mention of Elijah’s nameever since.

She adopts her sweetest expression, “Maybe the legalmeetings will be more exciting when Elijah’s leading them in person, hmm?”

Katherine’s mouth opens. Closes. She wiggles her toes to gether heels back in place before hopping off the desk. “I need to…”

She doesn’t finish her sentence, stalking out of the office.Caroline watches her go, both satisfied and bursting with curiosity. A speechlessKatherine Pierce? Caroline never thought she’d see the day.

She makes a mental note to tell Klaus, to wheedle until heagrees to pump Elijah for info. She didn’t often get bored at work, not whenshe could just pop into Klaus’ office and poke around in his projects. But hehad another trip on his calendar next month.

She won’t turn down a little in office entertainment whilehe’s gone.

[sidhewrites]

World Building. 1600 Words. Summaries of a few folk tales from around the world of Coriander of Cresce. I definitely want to add more though, so if anyone has any suggestions, please feel free to send them my way.  As always, feel free to send Asks or Messages about what’s written or anything you’re curious about. 

Cresce

The Maiden and the Knight, or Silent Little Poppy: Poppy is a young scullery maid who wanted to escape her miserable life while the Knight is a young man who isn’t named and got tired of being always on the move so they swapped places. Poppy fights in tournaments and learns to fight and becomes a soldier of the realm while the knight learns to clean and cook and they write letters of their adventures and fell in love and married.

Horrid Mungora and Rotten Lobetta: Two ugly witch wives who live in a forest and raise pigsies and play pranks on travellers, but usually get it turned back on them in some way and sometimes die at the end of the tale. There’s a BUNCH of stories about them.

One about them idk trying to lure kids in to eat them, but end up getting so involved with the luring kids that they step in their own snare trap and are left to hang by their toes above their own cauldron of stew.

One where they argue so long about what to save first in case something goes wrong that when something DOES go wrong (A boulder falls from the cliffside) it crushes them and everything they love.

Trying to steal horses from a farmer but then they end up getting all the flies that were bothering the horses instead.

Lavender the Shoemaker: An old woman who had no children and lost her husband at a young age, and was plagued by pigsies. She lured them all into one place with a bunch of shiny buckles, then trapped them each within a shoe that became enchanted and cured the bunions and sores of anyone who bought it from her.

Lady Hollyoak’s Crown of Leaves: A story from cresce taking place in Gaelgallah. A young elfin woman who travelled the world and collected leaves from every part of the world and put them together into a crown and idk something about how curiosity is a good trait but taking things from their natural habitat is bad so don’t take things that don’t belong to you kids, maybe the kingdom was plagued by pigsies whose leaves were stolen for Holloak’s crown. And she ends up returning each and every leaf and returning home in shame.

Felice the Bold: A young woman who could speak with wolves and refused to wear clothes and cut off her hair and ran away from home because no-one could love a girl like that but she didn’t want to be loved anyway. She became the leader of a pack of wolves and defended a forest from soldiers who wanted to cut it down.

Horace: A horse in the wrong place at the wrong time and got magicked into a human by a local witch. Through a series of misadventures, he ended up becoming king. It was written to make fun of King Horace, a notoriously inept king from a few hundred years ago.

The Ugly Shoes: One day a cobbler makes just the ugliest pair of shoes. I can’t remember WHAT they looked like. They’re just disgusting and she gets kicked out of her house for it. So she wanders the countryside and they follow her everywhere she goes, just looking for someone brave enough to put them on their feet but nobody ever does. Legend has it they’re still wandering to this day. Alternate ending: But legend has it that they did find someone and that that person has the world’s ugliest feet. And oh? It just so happens I DO remember what they look like -- and then you’d describe the shoes of whoever you’re talking to, or describe your own shoes as a practical joke.

Ninoom

Old Iskender: an ancient king who rejected the throne and arranged marriage and politics and left to sail the world instead, learned to speak with merfolk, and supposedly created some of the first maps of the world beyond the sea. Talking about how just because someone trained for a position all their life doesn’t mean it’s their passion and let people figure out what they want to do with their lives because not all talents and passions and people are the same. (Everyone is a genius but judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree and all that). 

The name for sea foam in Ninoomi comes from the same language as the word beard because it’s said he sailed the sea so much he became a part of it and the waves are his beard or some such and he grew a long white beard.

Six Gold Rings: A king had six fingers and had a ring on each finger. He married a Seer who he mistreated and who he forced to tell him the future, and made bets on horse races and trades and everything but he got worse and worse to the point where he couldn’t be convinced he could be wrong ever. He usually said “I bet one of my six fingers that X will/won’t happen,” and usually it did so the person he bet would have to give him all the gold in their home or w/e.  BUt then the seer said he was going to fall ill and lose all his gold so he sent the seer into the desert and made his own bets without them and ultimately lost all but his thumb and was thrown into the desert where he met the seer who had joined a nomadic group. They said he could join them if he agreed to a wager that it would rain that night, and if he won he could join them. So he said “I wager my thumb that it will not rain tonight” because it hadn’t rained in a hundred years but the seer told them earlier it was, and he lost his thumb and was left to wander the desert forever. This is the start of the phrase “You gonna bet your fingers on that?”  or “Let’s bet six fingers” or other variations, meaning you’re doing something stupid and you ought to know better or your hubris will be your downfall.

Nashoth

Kate the Meek: a REAL dwarven toymaker, a young woman who didn’t speak but was very good at woodwork and stuffed animals. She was considered odd because usually it’s clay and stone carving, but hey. And so the dwarven prince who was like 5 would not stop crying and it went on for months so the queen said “hey. Whoever can make this kid can join the household” so kate shows up and the baby says he can’t play w stone toys bc they keep hurting his hands so she gives him wooden toys and dolls he immediately brightens up. Then the queen is like hey try that on the princex who’s been morose for months bc someone broke their heart so kate shows up and listens to what they have to say and the two of them fall in love and she makes lots of dolls and becomes queen the end

Beard Pigsies: A children’s song that talks about a dwarf who didn’t brush or wash their beard and got crumbs in it. Pigsies took up residence and he got so weighed down he couldn’t do anything and starved to death. Keep your beards clean kids or else BAD things will happen to you.

The Candlemaker: A dwarf who became so obsessed with their craft and making the Perfect Candle they did nothing but make candles to the point where they ignored their spouse and family and children and worked through holidays and everything. Finally, they did what they thought was the perfect candle, and took it out to show everyone, only to find they had missed the ceremonies and weddings of all their children, their spouse had divorced and remarried, and no-one liked them anymore. Be friendly with everyone kids. Its ok to not be perfect, because life is more important.

Wedding Wine: Literally that one story where two people got married and tradition said pour your best wine into the vat for celebrating and this one family decided that they’d just give water bc who would notice one bit of water among wine. But then when it was the wedding day and it came time to break out the wine it was only water and as it turns out everyone did the same thing the family did. A drop in a bucket goes a long way kids, don’t do nothing just because you assume other people are gonna pick up your slack.

Gaelgallah

The Stars are Whispering: It’s in old elfish and everyone who doesn’t speak the language thinks it’s a reverential, almost spiritual song based on the tune alone, but actually it’s all these puns about how the stars are huge gossips so don’t do anything bad at night because the stars are gonna tell EVERYONE. It goes on for 57 verses and chronicles various stupid things people have done and the shame that came upon them. It’s a game among elf kids to see who can memorize the most verses at once, and people make up their own verses as well. Popular for teaching old elfish grammar and pronunciation as well.

Probably like half of all elf travelling songs are pun based.

One verses is about a guy who licked a metal fence in winter. Come morning everyone came out to laugh at his sorry ass.

Another guy was practising his music in a field at night. HIs pants ripped and now everyone knows him as underpants mcgoo

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[narutostuff101]

Your story was so cute when Temari left her boys to go see her brothers. Little Shikadai is so cute! I was wondering could you make a follow up story. Idk maybe when she comes back and little Shikadai is all happy. Or maybe a story where Temari shows the baby pictures to Kankuro and Gaara. I mean come on. Her baby is adorable!

Hey, thanks for the feedback! 😄 Yes! I know! Baby Shikadai is so adorable and I love him to death. XD I really like your  second idea anon so I decided to write it down. It wasn’t meant to me this long but Idk. Haha. This would also be my first Sand sibs story so please bear with me if it’s not good 🙏 

Enjoy, a sequel to Going away

Temari visits Suna (lol I couldn’t think of a lamer title?) 

The arid and sunburnt barren land of Sunagakure; eternal desert stretching for miles and miles. The intense sun blazes down on this harsh yet amazingly beautiful wilderness of red rocks, the incredible feeling of being the only person with a heart beating within miles sets in.

The landscape never changes, it stays the same; no wind, no rain, just stale raw air. Inconceivable formations of canyons and immense rock structures set in the distance, circling the desert. Every time her eyes wander back to study the distant rocky landscape it seems as if it were merely a projection onto the horizon. It almost feels unreal. 

Temari had been travelling at a fast pace for nearly three days, following a route that she had gone back and forth countless of times prior to migrating to Konoha. The harsh sun beating down on her, did nothing to dampen her excitement and enthusiasm to meet her brothers; to breathe the air of her homeland once more. She was almost there; she could see the the single cleft between the two cliff faces, that was the lone passage in and out of the village hidden in the Sand. Her heart was beating fast with rush of adrenaline and she didn’t need a mirror to know how wide her smile was. 

She was home.

***

“So, how long you’re staying?” Kankuro asked as they walked along the corridor towards Kazekage’s office. Kankuro had been the one to unceremoniously greet her at the village’s entrance, with “You look out of breath,” being the first thing her cheeky brother had said to her. It was their usual way of greeting, there was no need for formalities like bowing heads or hugging, and she preferred it that way. 

“Just a couple of days.” She told him. Her visit was meant to be short since she needed to go home within a week and the fact that the journey home would take another 3 days at the very least did not help at all. As much as she wanted to stay longer, she could not allow her herself such liberty. 

“What’s the rush?” Kankuro smirked, “Can’t stay away too long from Shikamaru huh?” He teased. 

Temari rolled her eyes and punched her brother on the shoulder lightly. “I have a baby to look after.” 

Kankuro burst out laughing at her reply, “Look at you sis! A worried mom! To think I’d live to see this day.” He wiped his wet eye from all the laughter. Once again, Temari rolled her eyes. 

“When will you ever change?” She asked exasperatedly, though she was smiling. Even if she had said that, she actually did not want Kankuro to change his care-free personality. Her dorky brother’s teasings made her recollect the memories of their usual day-to-day siblings banter in the past, with Gaara silently watching over, a small grin plastered on his face. She missed those times. 

They reached Gaara’s office and Temari was hit with a blow of nostalgia, recalling her days as Gaara’s assistant, going through that door every few hours to check on her brother. Without bothering to knock, Kankuro turned the door knob to enter.

“Gaara! Guess who I found on the way here?” He announced in a sing-song voice, as the door swung open to reveal a vast office with shelves of books against it’s walls and a neat sofa set at the corner. The office was rather plain-looking with only a few pots of cacti serving as decorations. In the middle of the room, was a large desk that was covered with high stacks of paper everywhere and they looked like they could topple at any moment. Behind the desk, sat a red-haired man who raised his head from his work when they entered. Her brother looked like he was brutally deprived of sleep but was still smiling gently nevertheless. 

“Temari…” Gaara stood up from his chair and approached her. “We’ve been waiting for you.” He told her pleasantly. As opposed to Kankuro, her youngest brother was a mild-mannered man who spoke to her with extreme politeness. She thought that Kankuro should learn a thing or two from him. 

“It’s great to be back.” She told him. Her eyes wondered around, taking in the appearance of the room, noting that it hadn’t changed at all since she left. “God, I missed this place,” she muttered. 

Behind her, Kankuro snorted. “But not as much as missing baby Shikadai ‘ight?” 

Temari ignored that comment and walked towards the sofa. She slipped her bag off her shoulders to search for the photo album; the main purpose of her visit.

“Speaking of Shikadai…,” She found the photo album and took it out, lifting it up for her brothers to see, “I’ve got something to show the two of you.”

Kankuro was the first to react; he eagerly went over to join her at the sofa and attempted to snatch the album from her hands. But Temari slapped his hands away, glaring at him.

“Wait will you? I haven’t finished talking.” She scolded him. Kankuro scowled, rubbing his hands.

“What is that?” Gaara asked, eyeing the book in her hand. Temari grinned at them. 

“This,” she held up the photo album, “is a compilation of Shikadai’s baby pictures that I have made, for you two to see.” She flopped herself onto the sofa, making herself comfortable.

“Really?” Kankuro asked enthusiastically, his eyes gleamed in delight. Even Gaara broke into a huge smile, his eyes softening at the mention of his beloved nephew. 

Her brothers hurried over her side, leaning forwards as Temari flipped the book open to the first page which contained a big photo of a newborn Shikadai wrapped in a green blanket. Temari had written a short caption under every photo and although it had taken a lot of time to make this, Temari thought it was the least she could do to make her brothers happy. Besides, it was an enjoyable activity to look through photos of her family. 

“Isn’t that the blanket that I gave him, Temari?” Kankuro asked, his voice laced with excitement. 

“Yup. He still keeps it with him these days.” She told him and Kankuro flushed with happiness. “Is that so?” He laughed, scratching the side of his face.

The following pages had more smaller-sized photos of her baby. Gaara pointed out the photo of him holding Shikadai in his arms. He smiled gently, probably reminiscing about how he had struggled to hold Shikadai for the first time. Temari remembered that day quite well; while Kankuro had been eager to hold his newborn nephew, Gaara on the other hand had been very nervous and had needed some encouragement from Shikamaru and Temari. Thinking about it now, Temari thought it was a nice memory. 

“He’s so tiny!” Kankuro exclaimed in disbelief. He folded his arms as if he was holding a baby, his face with wonderment. “I mean, he was like this small,” he used two fingers to prove his point, showing a ridiculous measurement of 3 inches for a baby, “and now he’s like —,” he extended in arms way too much, “—this big.” 

“Don’t be ridiculous. He was never that small.” Temari said, half-amused. “And he’s not that big either.” 

They continued to look through the photo album, with Kankuro gushing over every few cute pictures of Shikadai and even Gaara occasionally commenting on his nephew growth, his smile never leaving his face. 

“This was the first time he spoke a word.” Temari told them as she pointed at the photo of Shikadai in her husband’s arms. 

“Was his first word ‘troublesome’?” Kankuro quipped earning him yet another eye-roll from Temari.

“Of course it wasn’t! It was ‘mama’,” she said smugly. “If it had been ‘troublesome’, I’d have choked that Shikamaru to death.” She added darkly. 

Time flew by quickly and much to Kankuro’s (and Gaara’s) disappointment, they finished looking at every picture in the album. 

“That’s it? Ahh, I wanted to see more.” The older of the two brothers said, crestfallen. 

Temari smirked. “Here.” She thrusted the book into Kankuro’s hands, and he gave her a perplexed look. “Keep it,” She said with a soft smile, her eyes shining brightly. 

“Are you sure, Temari?” Gaara asked tentatively, looking unsure. Temari nodded, “Yup. I actually made it specially for my brothers to keep.”

Their eyes widened in surprise. “Thanks, Temari!” Kankuro said earnestly. Gaara bowed his head slightly and thanked her as well. He then stood up. 

“I have to go now. I need to attend a meeting with the council.” He said somewhat bitterly. “Please get some rest anne-san. You’ve had a long journey.” 

“No, don’t worry about that.” Temari assured him. “I’m not going to waste my time here sleeping.” She said rather haughtily. 

“Haha! Coz there’s no Shikamaru for you to sleep with fufu~” Kankuro snickered, his eyes full of mischief. Her eyebrows twitched in annoyance and her eyes flared. Next thing he knew, Temari had grabbed him by the collar and was shaking him, not-too-gently back and forth.

“What did you say?! That’s enough out of you, Kankuro!” She said through gritted teeth and Kankuro begged for her to stop. Gaara looked over at the ever so familiar scene taking place in front of him. He chuckled, and Temari gave him a threatening glare. 

“What?!” She demanded.

Gaara turned his back on his siblings and murmured, “Nothing… I’ll be back.” He walked over to his desk to gather a few files, tucked them under his arm and made his way to the door. Gaara paused for a moment, glancing back at his sister with a pure smile that touched her heart, and said:

“Welcome back, Temari.” 

The End

A/N: Yes, well thank you for reading. Oh and about the Temari and Mirai fanfic, I might take a longer time to write it. Like a really long time. I had an idea of what to write, but then it figured it wasn’t very interesting. So, I’m back to square one until I can come up with a better idea on what to write. Kudos everyone! 

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Last of the Inyan, Part 2: Love’s Confusion

Reposting because I’m pretty sure some words I had in the disclaimer made it not show up in tags? Idk tumblr is odd ya feel

Over time, I got used to my isolation. I don’t mean to say I grew to like it, nor do I mean I never felt it. But after some time, I forgot what it meant to have family, friends.

I ended up with a decent system. Through wielding dust, I could make a shelter from stone wherever I pleased. A campfire needed only desert scrub and a snap of my fingers. Luckily, my father taught me navigation through the stars. I’ve grown to recognize certain landmarks near consistent sources of food and water, and several of Vacuo’s more permanent settlements.  

I’ve also crafted a flute from the desert stone, to keep me occupied. I at first sung the songs my mother taught me, but my voice did the melodies no justice. Even so, I could get no more than a handful of notes in before tears began to fall.

As I never learned much more than rudimentary weaving, and the search for gems and stones of value was purely up to chance, I resorted to selling cheap stone crafted into people, animals, whatever I found would sell. They were nowhere near as valuable as the Inyan’s cloth and gems, but I was alone, so I didn’t need as much money anyway. I would use my money earned for food and water, taking time to bathe whenever and wherever I could. Sometimes, on the luckiest of nights, I could find a cheap inn or a nice family to take me for the night.

It was one of these nights I learned a part of who I am. A part I fear I’ll never learn to accept.

I think I was fifteen. I had been travelling most of the day. Summer had long since passed, and so even at the Sun’s most intense I was still comfortable travelling, so long as I had enough water. I walked along the edge of a plateau, as I often do when searching for a settlement, river, or even a rare patch of greenery.

The Sun had set, and the countless specks of light painting the darkness began to stretch out above me, Remnant’s shattered Moon among them. I held my hands behind me, palms to the ground, and summoned a flat seat of stone. I plopped backward onto it, unscrewing the cap of my remade stone jug.

I drank to the last drop.

I pulled back from my sip, and held my hand out under the lip of my jug.

Nothing.

My heart sunk, and I looked around in desperation. The desert was black. Yet amid this darkness, a single cluster of lights below the horizon.

The walk took about half an hour, during which the skies had turned from dusk to total darkness. As I approached, I saw the lights to be from a farmhouse, one on the front porch and two on the back deck, which overlooked a small field with a shed at the far corner. Two windows facing me gave a warm glow through their curtains.

I considered whether I should knock. After all, it was past dark, and with all the criminals and conmen running round, Vacuo isn’t exactly known for its hospitality. But I figured I, a fifteen year old girl, wasn’t all too threatening. All I wanted was a refill of water, and if the criminals and conmen were the ones inside the house, I’ve definitely defended myself against worse.

I heard shuffling behind the door. A shadow passed in front of the peephole, and I heard a voice.

“Cerys, were you expecting a friend?”

A second voice whose words I couldn’t make out.

Eventually, I heard the doorknob. The door pulled back a bit, and a grey-haired woman’s face peeked around it.

I smiled. “Hi! I’m... well, I’m a nomad. I live in the desert, and I was just wondering if I could stop in to refill my water?”

The old woman’s eyes narrowed. I began to strategize my route to the hose I saw coiled up in back of the house.

From behind her, another woman. She was much younger, perhaps only a year or two older than myself. Curly fuschia hair tumbled past her shoulders, and was matched by a basic tee shirt. Her baggy, tough overalls were light blue, tinged tan by years of farmwork. My heart fluttered when we made eye contact.

“Let her in, gran! She won’t hurt us, I’m sure of it!” Cerys pleaded. She stepped over to me, arms outstretched as if seeking an embrace. “Come on in. I’ll feed you too. Do you need your clothes washed?”

“How long do you plan to keep her?” Cerys’s grandmother questioned, as if I was some mangy dog that had wandered into their living room.

“Gran, this girl lives out in the desert, alone! She deserves a bit of hospitality from time to time!” Cerys protested. She started with sudden realization. “We have that spare bed we never use!”

“Fine. She’s your responsibility,” the old woman concluded with a dismissive wave of her hand.

I was caught off guard by the girl’s kindness, my eyes widening and words having trouble escaping my lips. “Oh... thank you, but if it’s too much trouble, I can really just get water and go,” I finally offered. “Maybe, well, there is that shed in the back...”

Cerys shook her head, and bounded over to me. “I won’t have you sleep with the pigs!” she protested. She smiled brightly, pushing up her rosy, freckled cheeks. “Come on, I’ll show you around!”

She took my hand in hers, and guided me around her modest home. She then allowed me to shower, taking my dress and cloak to be washed. The machine rumbled in the background as I ate the meal she prepared for me, a steak of ham, with a side of canned beans and fruit. It was the heartiest meal I could remember eating, perhaps in my entire life. The clothes she gave me to wear while mine washed were rough and scratchy, a few sizes too big. But I didn’t mind.

As I ate, we talked. My heart swelled when she spoke, and I found myself seeking her smile, telling jokes and giving compliments and gratitude when I could. She was beautiful, I thought. We talked long after I finished my meal, taking a break only when she moved my dress and cloak to the white box apparently used for drying clothes.

“Want to go somewhere a bit more comfortable?” She asked as she cleaned my plate in the kitchen sink.

“Sure! Is it fine if I sit there?” I asked, pointing to the couch.

“I was thinking we could go to my room,” she quietly replied. “It’s getting late, after all.”

She guided me to her room, and pushed four pillows upright where her bed met the wall. She sat with her back against them, and beckoned me to sit next to her. We began to talk again. Half an hour or so passed, and her arm was around me. Another, and my head rested on her chest. Her hand, so warm and soft, gently took mine.

The warmth from her hand seemed to radiate throughout my body. I felt so incredibly at peace, relieved to be sharing this moment with such a beautiful girl after being alone for so long. A strange feeling arose in my chest as she wrapped her other arm around me, and kissed my forehead.

“Hey, can I admit something?” Cerys finally asked.

“Oh... yeah, what is it?” I nervously answered.

“I want you to stay,” she finally admitted. “I know gran won’t allow it, but I want you to stay here. The desert is dangerous, and I... I think you’re really cute.”

“You think I’m cute?” I asked, the strange feeling spreading to my limbs and rising into my throat. It was warm, a kind of tension? I don’t remember. I haven’t felt it since.

Cerys nodded.

“You’re beautiful,” I finally admitted. The area was nice enough, I thought. Maybe I couldn’t stay in the farmhouse, but I could settle into a smaller territory, a handful of miles in each direction, visiting her whenever I could.

Cerys lifted my chin, and kissed me.

I won’t go into detail about what we did. I was too young to be doing it, and writing it out would just make the pain of what happened that much worse. I remember the seconds of panic as we heard the doorknob twist, the rush to cover ourselves as Cerys’s “gran” burst into the room, shouting profanities and wielding a fireplace poker.

“GODS, DAMN IT ALL!” She screamed. “I KNEW I shouldn’t have let some VAGRANT into my home!”

“Gran, wait!” Cerys protested.

“NOT A WORD!” The grey-haired woman snapped. “This... lesbian freak of nature seduced you!” her head snapped to me. “GET OUT OF MY HOME!”

Tears welling in my eyes, the tumult of confusion ripping through my mind like a maelstrom, I turned to face Cerys.

“Alexandra... You should leave.”

I broke down, face coated in my tears.

“Good girl!” the old woman continued. She lunged forward, grabbing a fistful of my hair and wrenching me off the bed. Despite my protests, she continued until she flung me out the front door, across the porch and into the dirt.

All I could do was sit and sob at the corner of the house, my bare skin providing no destination for the tears to flow. Some time later, I heard the door.

Cerys walked out. Without a word, she laid my clothes and water jug before me. She turned back, and the lights in her home flicked off.

I didn’t sleep that night. I remembered when I would go to villages, little things about particular girls stuck out to me-- their smiles, the shininess of their hair, even their figures. Yet I just... never noticed boys. I had never thought there was anything wrong with me. But the more I pondered, the more I realized. Every single marriage in the Inyan tribe was between a husband and wife. A husband and wife who would become a mother and father.

Maybe that’s nature, I thought. There must be something wrong with me. Some unnatural trait, some moral failure.

A moral failure I thought I could correct.

The next several months, I continued as usual. One thing was different. When I found a settlement to sell in, I’d spent the night with any man who would take me. I wanted to prove to the world, to myself, that I could change. Yet every morning I would slip out before dawn, disgusted with myself and physically sick. The regret began to weigh me down in the form of exhaustion. I would wander just far enough into the desert to get the settlement out of my sight, and have an uneasy, feverish sleep the rest of the day.

I used to look back on these days and think I was stupid. Now I think naive is a better word for it. The first person in years to show me genuine human contact was taken away from me the first night I met her, the same night I was told I was some... freak of nature. I haven’t exactly accepted myself, but at least now I know I can’t change.

I was naive, but lucky too. Looking back on it, I could have contracted some horrible illness, been abducted and sold off somewhere -probably separated from Crown Jewel-, or had a child. Any one of those things could have been a death sentence to me. I gave up eventually. The nights I would spend alone, just myself and the suffocating silence of the desert at midnight, soon became the nights I preferred. Often, though I’m embarrassed to admit, I would sculpt from the stone the form of a woman’s body beside me as I slept.

These lonesome nights passed one after the other, blending together as the years passed behind me.