#ignore the scary eyes :0

[suriantei]

Soldier, Poet, King- with the Aides!! :D

No Color Vers.

‘O Lai, ‘O Lei, ‘O Lai, ‘O Lord~

laurens n mchenry n harrison go brrrrrrr

[f1nalboys]

hey bestie! may i pls request something that is tod from final destination x reader? maybe some fluff headcannons, what it’s like having a sleepover with him? thx u sm! <33

hi bae!!!! i had sm fun writing this >:)) i do think tod would be one of the better characters to have a sleepover with he serves so much genuinely!!! hope you enjoy <3 first request to start out >:)))

Tod Waggner x GN!Reader

WORD COUNT: 651

WARNINGS: none

TOD LOVES SLEEPOVERSSSS

listen this guy wants to spend 24/7 with you, he is clingy as all fuck

like one of those shelter dogs, you know the vibe

anyways so regardless of whether or not him coming to spend the night is common or not, he’s ECSTATIC!!!! 

bro is jumping for joy up and down like yippee!!!!! YIPPEEEE!!!

he prefers going over to your place because then it feels like a vacation almost

but if you want to come over to his place you have to give him a day’s notice so he can clean up (he is MESSY i'm sorry to say)

he packs a bag and has a smile on his face literally until he has to leave

in my opinion, tod loves a good movie marathon and he is going to want to do classic sleepover shit with you to the point of almost annoying you LMFAO

he's like haha we should order a pizza… we should watch scary movies… pillow fight babe?? wanna gossip and do a face mask? let's talk about boys!!!!

and if you point out that he is the boy in question youd talk about, not only is he getting smug as fuck, hes going to go ‘ill pretend to be someone else!!!! go on and be so honest about how you feel about me babe ;)’

he's a great sleepover guest though, at least the first few times

he's awkward the very first one bc he's sitting on the edge of the bed bag on his shoulders hand in his lap like o-0 so…

its endearing 

and overall he's very chill and will stay by your side or in your bed the entire time

once he's comfortable though… loudest stupidest dumbest mfer!!! he is doing reckless shit and messing with you and trying to prank you and stuff

once he's settled down though, good luck getting him out of your bed for ANYTHING, a fire could break out and tod is staying put

he has to cuddle. it's a rule.

and he has no preference for being big or little spoon honestly, he has pros and cons for both, he just needs you literally right next to him

he does not care what movies you guys watch but he DOES want to watch some shitty stoner comedy like (ignoring the fact devon plays in this movie) he wants to watch idle hands and harold and kumar go to white castle LMFAO 

he's wearing your pajamas…. even if he cant fit he’ll find something to put on his body from slipper to an eye mask to your pjs to a robe to a bonnet, etc etc, you leave that room for longer than 2 minutes and he's playing dress up

you go to shower (and yes he's gonna try and join you he's handsy though so choose carefully) and come back into your room and he's wearing half your wardrobe and going through your jewelry and shit

and when you're like uhm… hello?? he stands there like oh… you're back sooner than i thought…. LIKE UR IN MY ROOM???

he's a popcorn snack guy, plus sour candy. sleepovers are for pigging out and he takes that SERIOUS he’ll sneak his own candy in if he has to

if he falls asleep at like 10pm-12am, then you will have a peaceful night where he sleeps until 8:30am and is well rested and so sweet

and he might even make you breakfast

but if he sleeps before then or later…. good luck

he's going to be LOUD and OBNOXIOUS (positive) and he's going to keep your ass up as long as he can

you're laying in bed in the dark with your eyes closed and he's steady talking trying to remember some obscure tv show from his childhood 

great guy though, love him

and you would have a ball, just don't plan on sleeping much

[gibbysoup]

🌙 𝓗𝓸𝓬𝓾𝓼 𝓹𝓸𝓬𝓾𝓼 🐈‍⬛

Chris x reader

“Oh come on it’s just a bunch of hocus pocus”

Chapter 1

Warning: 90s bullying, almost fight, crying

A/n: I don’t own the rights to hocus pocus, I changed a couple things to fit this story

Halloween, a day that y/n truly just never understood. Even when she was a little kid, she thought the idea of putting on a costume and getting candy was a dumb idea, and as a now teenager, she definitely still thought it was dumb.

Moving to a new town wasn’t exactly what you wanted to do for your junior year of high school. You were happy at home, you loved sitting in the sun and jamming to Jimi Hendrix. But that was now all coming to an end as you now had to start wearing a coat in October due to the weather in Salem.

After a shitty day of school, all you wanted to do was take a nap, listen to some music or catch a scary movie on tv. But your parents had different planes for you. Your little sister Dani had been persistent on you taking her treat or treating around the new town. They thought it would be good for her to meet kids her age in the neighborhood. The only problem for you was that your parents would be going to a Halloween party that night, so you were now on trick or treating duty.

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“Let’s go, hurry up. The bewitching hour’s about to begin!” Your father yelled up the stairs to you and Dani. She ran down the stairs, eager to show your parents her witch costume. Once your father saw Dani he smiled at her. “That’s very scary, wow!” He then turned to you. “What about you, y/n, what are you supposed to be?” He asked you.

She looked at him. “A little leaguer..” y/n said, dead paned. She hadn’t put too much effort into her costume. It had been a while since she had actually trick or treated. She could tell that her father was just trying to get her a little more excited about the holiday, but she just stood there, frowning in her baseball cap and jacket.

Your mother came in, holding a camera to take a of the three of you to capture the moment. “Say Halloween!” She beamed.

“Halloween!” Dani and her father said, well she just stood there, a slight scowl on her face.

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Y/n was carting Dani around to different houses so she can go trick-or-treating. Every house was decorated to the max. lights, pumpkins, fake spider webs and witches. Dani was clearly enjoying getting candy and going house to house, but y/n just dragged her feet the whole way.

“Lighten’ up, y/n.” Dani told her older sister, annoyed that she was clearly bringing the mood down.

Y/n heard this and rolled her eyes. “Can we go home now?” She requested, but Dani just shook her head.

“Nope.”

Just then y/n spots Jay and Ice and some of their friends harassing the kids passing by for candy. She knew those kids were bad news and she didn’t want Dani caught in the cross fire. And just before y/n had been tormented by the two earlier didn’t mean that Dani should be subjected to it.

“Let’s just go this way.” Y/n said, trying to get Dani to make her way to a different house that she could collect candy at but Dani headed straight for Ice and Jay, ignoring y/n. “Dani!0 she shouted, trying to get the attention of her younger sister, but it was no use.

“Ding ding. Ding ding.” Ice heldup his leg so Dani can’t passed him when she tried to enter the house.

“Stop and pay the toll, kid.” Jay told her.

“Ten chocolate bars, no licorice.” Ice said, gesturing to her pillowcase filled with candy.

“Dump out your sack!” Jay shouted at her.

“Drop dead, moron.” Dani spat, trying to make the boys leave her alone.

“Yo, twerp. How’d you like to be hung off that telephone pole?” Ice asked her, a slightly threaten tone in his voice.

“I’d just like to see you try it. Cause it just so happens I’ve got my big sister with me. Y/n!” She said, trying to scare the boys away from her.

Jay and Ice were clearly not impressed or intimidated by this threat. But they especially weren’t scared when they saw y/n walk up.

“Hollywood. Oh no.” Ice said, pretending to be scared of the girl as she approached the two boys and there group of followers. She had earned the nickname Hollywood due to her being from California. Apparently everyone in Salem thinks that just because you live in California means you live in Hollywood.

“So you’re doing a little trick-or-treating?” Jay asked, stepping closer to y/n.

She shook her head. “I’m taking my little sister around.” She answered.

“That’s nice. Whoa, I love the costume. But what are you supposed to be? A New Kid on the Block?” He asked her, his little minions laughing at his joke.

“For your information, shes a little leaguer!” Dani said, not making the situation any better.

“Whoa, little leaguer!” Jay said, He and Ice started to fake play a game of baseball to mock y/n. Dani tried to walk by again, but was unsuccessful.

“Wait a minute. Everyone pays the toll.” Ice reminded her.

“Stuff it, zit face.” Dani sassed back.

“Why you little…” ice said, moving to hit Dani, but y/n quickly stepped in the way, protecting her sister.

“Hey, Ice…” y/n shoved her bag of candy at him. “Here. Pig out. Come on Dani, let’s go.” She said, grabbing her little sisters hand and walked her in the other direction.

“See you later Hollywood…” Ice taunted, waving goodbye to the girls as him and his crew laughed.

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Y/n and Dani walk up the steps to another house for more candy. Dani was still upset about the interaction prior. “You should have punched them.” Dani told y/n.

“They would have killed me.” Y/n said to her. Not only were they bigger than her, but she was also out numbered.

“At least it would have made your reputation at school a little better.” Dani snarked.

Y/n was fed up, she had a bad day, a bad Halloween, and overall just a bad life. “Hey! You just humiliated me in front of half the guys at school! So collect your candy and get out of my life!” She yelled. She didn’t even know what she was saying, she was just letting her anger and humiliation speak. But the look on little Dani’s face just showed heartbreak.

“I wanna go home! Now!” She exclaimed, storming off.

Y/n rushes off after her, finally tracking her down as Dani was now crying into a hey-barrel that was a part of someone’s Halloween decorations.

She looked down at her crying little sister who had her face in her hands as she weeped. Y/n knew this whole move was non of her fault, so she shouldn’t even be taking this anger and frustration out on her. She sat down next to her.

“Dani, I’m sorry. It’s just that I hate this place. I miss all my friends. I wanna go home.” Y/n confessed. “It’s just been hard..”

Dani looked up at y/n, tears streaming down her face. “Well this is your home now, so get used to it.” Dani said, sniffing and wiping her nose.

Y/n sighed, she knew that Dani was right. She needed to except that Salem was there home now and they were stuck here, well she was stuck here until she graduated and went off to collage.“Yeah. Give me one more chance?” She asked her little sister, hoping she could be forgiven.

“Why should I?” Dani gave her a skeptical look.

“Cause I’m your big sister.” She said, causing Dani to laugh, then reach up and hug her older sister. Y/n wrapped her arms around Dani, holding her in a tight embrace before looking up at the sky. “Whoa, did check that out.” She pointed out to Dani to look up and see.

“What?” Dani questioned, her curiosity peaked.

“Something just flew across the moon.” Y/n said.

Dani looks up and y/n jumps at her and scares her a bit. They both laugh. It was a sweet moment being shared by two sisters.

“Let’s go, jerk face.” Dani giggling. Y/n didn’t say anything back, instead she just laughed at her childish insult.

They both stood up and turned to look at the house, only it was a beautiful mansion.

“Whoa!” They both said, staring at the large building in amazement

“Check out this house.” Y/n said.

“Ah, rich people. They’ll probably make us drink cider and bob for apples.” Dani said, looking up at her other sister. They both gave a nod and walked into the house.

The entered the Foyer seeing that the door was wide open. “Trick-or-treat?!” They both said, looking around. Dani’s eyes went wide when she spotted a huge cauldron full of candy. “Jackpot!” Dani said, immediately running over to get her share of candy. “They got kind sized candy bars!” Dani said excitedly, holding up a chocolate bar to show her sister.

“Y/n Denison..” a voice said, she looked up and saw none other then Chris sturniolo, a boy from one of her classes that she totally was crushing on. She slightly froze, dropping whatever candy she had in her hand as he made his way down the stairs. She was now starting to wonder how he even remembered her name.

“Chris…hi..” she had said, slightly nervous to now be in his house. She was suddenly worried about how she looked or where her hands were placed.

“Oh, chris huh?” Dani smirked, looking up at y/n.

Y/n looked down at the younger girl and gave her what can only be described as a death glare, hoping it would shut her up from further embarrassing her in front of her crush.

“I thought you weren’t into Halloween.” Chris said making his way down the large staircase, coming to greet the both of the two girls

“I’m not, I’m just taking my little sister, Dani, around.” She said. Y/n wasn’t at all surprise that Chris had remembered what she had said earlier in class that day and about Halloween being made up by the candy companies.

Chris shot y/n and Dani a warm smiling before speaking. “Well that’s nice, my brother used to do that with me and my brothers.” He said.

“I always do it.” Y/n told Chris, acting like the whole thing was her idea, but Dani had to butt in and open her mouth.

“My parents made her.” Dani told Chris. Once again, y/n shot her little sister a death glare, giving her a slight elbow to the shoulder, hoping that would give her the hit to stop talking.

After a moment of silent had passed, Chris spoke. “Do you guys want some cider?” He offered the two girls.

“No.” Dani said flatly, but at the same time, y/n answered. “Sure!”

Chris went over and got two cups of cider. One for him and one for y/n. He came back and handed the other cup to y/n. “Thanks. So, um, how’s the party?” She asked him.

“Boring. It’s just a bunch of my parent’s friends. They do this every year. I’ve got candy duty” he said. “Or well, I was supposed to have some help but my bothers seem to have forgotten that there supposed to help me.” He said. He motioned for his brothers to come join him. Two boys who looked identical to Chris walked over. She knew Chris was a triplet, but she couldn’t for the life of her remember there names.

Matt and nick had entered the foyer, dragging their attention away from the party. “This is Nick and Matt.” He said gesturing to each of his brother’s respectively. “This is y/n, and her sister Dani. They just moved here for California.” He explained, then looking back at you.

“Wait there’s three of you?” Dani questioned, looking back and fourth at the three teenagers.

“Yeah Dani, that’s kinda the whole point of triplets.” She pointed out to her.

Dani looked up at y/n. “Duh…I know what triplets are.” She said, rolling her eyes. The three boys laughed at the interaction, knowing the sibling back and fourth all too well.

“By the way, Dani, I love your costume, I’m like, really into witches..” Nick said, complimenting Dani on her purple witch costume.

Dani seemed to light up at the compliment. “Thank you, and so am I. We just learned about those sisters in school.” Dani said, clearly very into her conversation with Nick, he even leaned down a bit to get to her level.

“Oh, you mean the Sanderson sisters?” Matt asked, inserting himself into the conversation. “We know all about them, our Mom used to run the museum.” He told her.

Dani’s eyes seemed to widen at the mention of a museum. “here’s a museum about ‘em?” She asked excitedly.

“Yeah, but they shut it down because a lot of spooky things happened there.” Nick said, obviously trying to spook her out a bit.

Just then an idea popped into y/ns head. “Well, why don’t we go to this old Sanderson house?” She suggested.

At the mention of this, Dani shakes her head no. Chris and his brothers look at y/n, trying to figure out if she was being for real or just messing around. “Well come on, make a believer out of me.” She challenged, knowing it was pretty much just an excuse to maybe spend some more time with Chris.

The brothers shared a couple looks, before finally speaking again, and it was Chris. “Okay, let us go change first.” Chris said. “They won’t miss me, trust me.” He said to the two before going upstairs with his brothers.

Once they were out of ear shot, Dani turned to y/n and looked up at her.“y/n, I’m not going up there. My friends at school told me all about that place. It’s weird.” She protested.

Y/n crouched down and got to her sisters level. “Dani, this is the boy of my dreams. He’s like the cutest guy at school.” She tried to explain.

“So, have him take you to the movies like a normal person.” She pleaded, but it was no use.

Y/n sighed. “Dani..Look, just do this one thing for me and I’ll do anything you say. Please? Please?!” She begged her sister. “I’m asking you this as your only sister..”

Dani thought for a moment. “Okay, okay. Next year we go trick-or-treating as Wendy and tinkerbell, with the wings, or it’s no deal.” She offered.

Y/n sighed once more, before finally giving in and compromising with her sister. “Okay, okay, deal!” She said.

A/n: omg…the support for this story is already insane…thank you so much! Hope you enjoy the first chapter!

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[nihilityuniverse]

𝟎𝐭𝐡 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 | 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐱 𝐅𝐄𝐌! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ 𝗦𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁 𝗖𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿 ᴏꜰ ᴛᴇʏᴠᴀᴛ 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗙𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗕𝗼𝘀𝘀.

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MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

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Story inspired by Acheron's Lore, Power, and Personality...

ENG is not my First language

I do not own Genshin Impact or any of the pictures used.

Do NOT Repost

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Story is also available on Wattpad: Chapter 0 | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6

Chapter 0 | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟓

𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐀𝐫𝐦𝐬

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In the early morning at Liyue Harbor, the streets were alive with activity. People moved about with purpose, hanging posters that featured a silhouette of a lady adorned with delicate flowers.

As you continued down the cobbled streets, the scent of peach blossoms filled the air, mingling with the morning breeze. The community was busy planting peach-colored flowers, their vibrant hues adding a gentle blush to the town's decor.

Petals danced gracefully in the soft wind, landing on shop signs and gently fluttering down to rest on the ground. The air was fragrant with the sweet scent of peaches, creating a serene and uplifting atmosphere throughout the harbor.

You inhaled deeply, savoring the delicious fragrance that permeated the air. "Another festival, so soon after the Lantern Rite?" you murmured to yourself, intrigued by the bustling activity.

Your eyes landed on one of the many posters scattered around, depicting a figure reminiscent of the story the Traveler had shared with you - the nameless lady who, coincidentally, bore the same name as you. The realization made you suspicious; the parallels were too striking to ignore.

A sense of urgency welled up inside you, compelling you to uncover more about this ancient tale and your potential connection to it.

"Y/N!" Aether called out, running towards you with a tiny pixie flitting anxiously behind him. "Good morning," he greeted, his smile radiant.

"Aether! Why are you running like that?" the pixie, catching her breath, complained as she struggled to keep up.

"Good morning, Aether," you replied, stopping in your tracks, "Did you sleep well?"

Aether nodded, "Yes, I did. How about you?"

The pixie finally caught up, colliding with Aether's head. Just as she was about to voice her displeasure, her wide eyes locked onto you, and a look of horror crossed her face. "I-It's you!" she gasped, quickly darting behind Aether for cover. "How do you know her?"

"I met Y/N last night," Aether explained.

"In the night?" Paimon exclaimed, her eyes widening in shock. You crossed your arms and offered a reassuring look. "We just had a brief conversation, little one," you clarified.

"Paimon! My name is Paimon!" she huffed, puffing her cheeks while still peeking out from behind Aether's head.

"And Paimon remembers how scary and angry you were with Zhongli!" Paimon exclaimed. "Oh, right, I wanted to ask you about that," Aether added.

You began walking slowly, "It's a bit complicated, but I'm willing to explain," you said, passing by them. Aether and Paimon exchanged glances before falling into step beside you.

"I don't really know Zhongli. But when I first saw him, I felt like he was someone... significant," you said, searching for the right words. "...I felt like something bad had happened between us... But I don't know what."

"Something bad?" Paimon echoed, now more curious than afraid.

You glanced at her, then back at the bustling streets, "...My instincts told me that this man had caused me great pain. That's why I was so defensive and cautious," you explained.

"What was the other reason?" Aether asked.

You hesitated, "The other reason is... my name. He knew my name." Your eyes narrowed. "It shouldn't be possible for my name to exist in this world."

"Huh... I don't get it. Why shouldn't your name exist?" Paimon asked, puzzled.

Aether thought for a moment, "Are you from another world too?"

"Yes," you confirmed.

Paimon and Aether exchanged knowing looks. "Oh... Well, that makes sense, I guess," Paimon said, rubbing her head. After a moment, she suddenly exclaimed, "Wait a minute!" causing both you and Aether to stop and look at her.

"What is it?" you asked, a bit startled by her outburst.

"Your name," Paimon pointed at you, then gestured to a poster depicting the silhouette of a woman. "Your name is Y/N! And you have the same name as the Unknown Lady from the love story!" Her eyes widened in realization.

Aether looked at you, "Then you are..."

"If you connect the dots, it's very likely that I'm the Unknown Lady from that story," you said, your voice quieting as the weight of the revelation settled in.

"You don't remember anything..." Aether said, his voice tinged with sympathy. Paimon's expression mirrored his concern as she glanced between you and Aether. "Do you have memory loss...?" she asked softly.

You didn't respond immediately, choosing instead to continue walking. As you looked up at the sky, the peach-colored petals from the flowers danced in the breeze, their delicate scent filling the air.

"I rely more on my feelings than memories to guide me," you finally said.

Aether and Paimon remained silent, sharing a moment of quiet empathy for your situation. "Maybe you could talk to Zhongli," Aether suggested gently. "He might be able to tell you more about your past... or the story that involves you."

You considered his words, the idea lingering in your mind. "Talking to Zhongli... It might not be a bad idea," you mused aloud. "It could help me piece together what I've lost."

"Then let's find Zhongli!" Paimon exclaimed, flying up to you and grabbing your hand. "Come on, let's go!" She tugged at your arm enthusiastically, her energy infectious. Aether chuckled at the sight, smiling as he followed along.

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Zhongli's lips curved into a smile as Xiao reports about everything, including You wanting to speak with him. Finally, after decades of meticulous patience, the moment he had yearned for was within his grasp. The thought of claiming you as his own sent a shiver of anticipation through him.

He had waited so long - far too long - to touch you, to inhale your scent, to hear your voice, and to have you beneath his control.

The agonizing jealousy he felt whenever he saw you with Osial was unbearable. The mere idea of such a gentle and exquisite woman in the company of a lunatic like Osial had always filled him with a barely contained fury. He could never fathom how you could tolerate such a union.

The years of planning and scheming were finally about to pay off. Your memory loss, a convenient twist of fate, would make it all the easier to mold the past to his liking, to rewrite history with him as the central figure in your life. He relished the thought of filling in the gaps, of shaping the narrative to satisfy his obsessive desires.

Zhongli's anticipation was almost palpable; he couldn't wait to see you again, to begin the process of weaving himself into the fabric of your life. His heart raced at the thought, his obsession teetering on the edge of madness. You would be his, and this time, nothing and no one would stand in his way.

"Zhongli! Good morning!" Paimon called out, waving eagerly as she led you toward him. Aether trailed close behind, his expression cautious.

As soon as Zhongli's gaze settled on you, his smile widened with an unsettling intensity. "Good morning," he replied, his voice smooth and controlled. He sat at a balcony overlooking Liyue, the perfect vantage point to keep an eye on the bustling city below.

The moment your eyes met his, a shiver of unease ran down your spine. There was something deeply unnerving about the way he looked at you-like a predator finally closing in on its prey. You tried to shake off the feeling, reminding yourself that your goal was simply to learn about the past, nothing more.

"...Good morning..." you murmured, hesitating before adding, "Zhongli." You stood before him, every instinct on high alert, wary of the beautiful yet intimidating man before you. His amber eyes were striking, filled with a quiet intensity that seemed to pierce through you, making it hard to maintain your composure.

Zhongli's gaze never wavered, his eyes drinking in every detail of your presence with an almost obsessive fervor. His smile held a mix of satisfaction and something darker, something possessive. He had waited so long for this moment, and now you were finally here, within reach.

"I came here merely to speak with you... and to apologize for my actions yesterday," you continued, your voice soft but steady. Despite your calm exterior, the weight of Zhongli's gaze felt like a physical force, pressing down on you, as if he was trying to imprint himself onto your very soul. There was a palpable hunger in his eyes, a yearning that was both unsettling and unnervingly intense.

Zhongli's smile softened, but the obsessive gleam in his eyes only grew stronger. "There's no need for apologies," he said, his voice velvety smooth. "I'm just glad you're here." The way he spoke, it was as if he was savoring each word, each moment you stood before him. It was clear that, to him, this was more than just a conversation - this was a long-awaited reunion, a step towards fulfilling his obsessive desires.

He watched you with a predatory stillness, his mind already spinning with plans and possibilities. The thought of you, so close and yet still out of reach, only fueled his obsession. Every gesture, every word, was carefully calculated to draw you in, to ensnare you in the web he had been weaving for so long.

"Why don't you have a seat?" Zhongli suggested, gesturing gracefully toward the empty chair across from him.

Aether and Paimon exchanged a glance, sensing it was best to give you two some privacy. "We'll take our leave then," Aether said with a friendly smile. Paimon nodded enthusiastically, adding, "Have a great time, you two! See you later!" She waved her tiny hands cheerfully before they both departed.

You watched them leave in silence, then took the offered seat. Across from you, Zhongli held a delicate glass teacup, his expression calm yet unsettlingly warm.

His eyes were fixed on you with an intensity that felt almost tangible, a loving smile playing on his lips. The air between you was thick with a palpable tension, a mix of longing and something darker.

As you settled into your seat, a fragrant aroma filled your senses, a delicate blend of floral and fruity sweetness. Your eyes fell on the teapot from which the enticing scent emanated, the soft pink hue of the tea matching the ambiance.

"Everything here smells so fragrant, with a light sweetness..." you murmured, almost to yourself.

Zhongli's chuckle was smooth and rich, like the finest silk. "It's a lovely scent, isn't it?"

He poured the warm liquid into an empty cup, setting it before you. The steam rose in delicate curls, carrying the intoxicating fragrance of peach blossoms.

You picked up the cup with your right hand, your fingers adorned with a silver claw-like metallic guard, and took a sip.

The flavor enveloped you, a perfect blend of ripe peach and subtle floral undertones, sweet yet not overpowering. It was a taste that brought back a flood of memories, a familiar comfort you hadn't realized you missed. The sweetness lingered on your tongue, bringing a rare smile to your usually stoic face.

Zhongli's eyes never left you, watching every nuance of your reaction with an almost obsessive focus.

To him, this was a precious moment, one he had orchestrated with painstaking care. The way you savored the tea, the way your expression softened - he absorbed it all, as if storing these moments deep within himself.

"It's a lovely tea," you said, pulling the heated glass cup away from your lips. Zhongli's gaze remained fixed on his own cup, where the pink liquid swirled gently. "This tea is crafted from a rare and unique variety of peaches," he explained, looking back at you with a smile that seemed almost too perfect. "Legend has it, this was the Unknown Lady's favorite."

"Peaches, hm..." you mused, watching the peach-colored petals dance in the breeze. "They symbolize life's delights and pleasures-"

"-but are equally fragile and short-lived... Such regret is inevitable," Zhongli finished the sentence seamlessly, causing your eyes to widen in surprise. He chuckled softly, savoring the moment. "You once told me this, as you held a peach with such tenderness. I've never forgotten that day," he said, his tone thick with nostalgia.

You met his gaze, a complex expression crossing your face, one that Zhongli seemed intent on deciphering.

You sighed and closed your eyes for a brief moment, collecting your thoughts. "...I am the Unknown Lady, aren't I?"

A dark glint flashed in Zhongli's eyes. "You are correct," he confirmed.

"And you must be the Geo Archon... Morax, who faked his death," you continued, watching as a petal floated gently into your tea. "I had forgotten the Tsaritsa made a contract with you."

Zhongli hummed in acknowledgment. "None of that matters now, as long as you're here, by my side." He reached out and gently took your left hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. "I've missed you, my love," he whispered, squeezing your hand with a tenderness that felt suffocating.

A strange warmth spread from where your hands touched, an unfamiliar sensation that both comforted and unsettled you.

As you glanced down at your intertwined hands, a fleeting image of Osial flickered in your mind. His marine blue eyes held a familiar, tender gaze, lips moving as if whispering words you could no longer hear. You blinked, and the vision dissolved, leaving you staring into Zhongli's intense, unwavering eyes.

Osial.

There he was again, as clear as day. Why now? Why here?

A sense of unease began to creep in, tightening around your chest. Something wasn't adding up. You lifted your gaze to Zhongli, his serene expression betraying nothing. But you knew — deep down, you felt it — this man was hiding something, something crucial.

"What is this festival about?" you asked, your voice steady but probing.

Zhongli's smile softened, his eyes darkening with an unreadable emotion. "It's a celebration of guiding the Unknown Lady back to Morax's arms," he said, lifting your hand and pressing it against his lips. The kiss was gentle, almost reverent, as he lingered on your smooth, delicate skin.

You watched him closely, feeling a faint warmth spread from where his lips touched your hand. It was a sensation that once might have comforted or excited you. But as the seconds ticked by, that warmth quickly faded, replaced by an unsettling numbness. His touch, his kiss — there was nothing there. No spark, no connection, just an empty gesture that left you cold.

You sighed and withdrew your hand from Zhongli's grasp, noticing the flicker of disappointment in his eyes.

"Thank you for answering my question. I'll take my leave now," you said, standing up from your seat.

But before you could take a step, Zhongli rose abruptly, his hand shooting out to grasp your wrist. "Where are you going?" he asked, his voice calm but with an undercurrent of something darker. He stepped closer, cupping your cheeks in his hands, his touch firm and unyielding.

You felt a shiver of discomfort at the intensity of his gaze. "I have a mission to complete. I've already lingered too long," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady.

The truth was, you were weary of this conversation, eager to finish your task and return to some semblance of normalcy.

Zhongli's grip tightened, and he tilted your chin up, forcing you to look directly into his amber eyes. "What mission?" he demanded, his voice soft yet edged with a possessive undercurrent. "I'll gladly assist you, my love."

You hesitated, weighing your words. "I need to find Osial."

The mention of that name seemed to strike a nerve. Zhongli's eyes widened in shock, then quickly narrowed, darkening with a dangerous glint.

The gentle caress on your chin became an iron grip, rough and unrelenting. A shadow of murderous intent flickered across his face, gone as quickly as it came, but not before you saw it.

The mere mention of Osial's name had clearly disturbed him, revealing a chink in his composed facade. It was as if you had uttered a forbidden word, one that threatened to unravel whatever plan he had so meticulously crafted.

"I don't know if you're aware, but you're hurting me," you said flatly, meeting his intense gaze with a deadpan expression. Your words were a subtle challenge, a reminder that you were not as pliable as he might wish.

"I'm sorry, love. I didn't mean to hurt you," Zhongli murmured, his voice dripping with faux remorse. He released your chin, only to slide his hands down to your waist, pulling you closer until your bodies were pressed together. "Hearing that name... I lost myself for a moment."

"... I see." You trailed off, a strange weariness settling over you. You had felt perfectly fine that morning, but now, a fog of fatigue was creeping in.

Sensing your growing boredom, Zhongli decided to be more direct. "I heard from Aether that you use your feelings to guide you because of your memory loss..." He tightened his grip on your waist, his fingers pressing into your skin in a slow, deliberate rhythm. "Do you feel anything for me, love?"

His touch seemed to seep into your bones, relaxing you despite the unease gnawing at the back of your mind. You leaned unconsciously into his chest, drawn to the security and warmth he exuded. There was something about him that felt... familiar, almost comforting, even though logic told you to be wary. His knowledge of your preferences, his ability to predict your thoughts — it all made your cheeks heat up with a soft pink hue.

"To be honest, when I first saw you, I wanted to kill you..." you confessed, your voice barely a whisper as you looked up at him through your long lashes. "But now... it's different."

Archons, you looked so cute and precious in his arms that Zhongli could barely contain his desire. He had dreamt of this moment for so long, longing to replace Osial in your affections and claim you as his own.

His hand trailed slowly up your back, and he felt you shiver under his touch. His amber-golden eyes fixated on your soft, peach-colored lips. Cradling the back of your head, he leaned in, pressing his lips to yours in a deep, possessive kiss. They felt like silk, tasting faintly of the sweet peach tea you'd just consumed.

Your legs trembled, your mind becoming foggy and dizzy. You couldn't think straight, couldn't breathe properly. You felt weak, defenseless — a sensation you hated but simultaneously craved. Being in his strong arms felt inexplicably right.

You broke the kiss to catch your breath, a thin string of saliva still connecting your lips. "M-Morax..."

Zhongli's breath was heavy, his eyes dark with desire. "I love you so much," he whispered.

"I love you too..." you replied softly, your voice trembling.

Zhongli hugged you tighter, pressing your head against his chest as he rained kisses on top of your head. His smile twisted into a dark smirk, his eyes gleaming with triumph.

The effects of the special peaches had finally kicked in.

Every flower, every petal swaying in the breeze, every cup of sweet tea you'd consumed, and every breath of the peachy scent had been working as a drug.

A drug designed to make you weak, submissive, and utterly dependent on his touch alone.

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[bobawitch]

Romcom Cuddles M.S

a/n: this has so many spoilers for the movie 27 dresses so please watch the movie before/while reading this </3

summary: its the same as the movie night fic for chris but with matt as was requested by @noirpxrker

cw: fluff and MAJOR SPOILERS FOR 27 DRESSES

w/c: 1200

“What did you say this was called again?” Matt spoke as the scene of a pink and white wedding began to play on the computer screen sitting in front of the two of you. You and your boyfriend had been planning a movie night since the tour had begun and you knew exactly what you wanted to watch. Matt had suggested a scary movie or a thriller, something halloweeny and although you loved how enthusiastic Matt was about the spooky season, you knew you wanted to watch a rom com. So you took about 3 hours to convince Matt to trust you on your movie choice. You were both finally back in LA and at the triplets apartment where you and Matt could finally enjoy your movie night. “It’s called 27 Dresses Matt, it’s a cute little romance movie.” Matt sighed, scrolling through his phone as you watched the main character explain her love for weddings and seeing them come together. It was always a touching story to you, the doomed bridesmaid finally finding love for herself. “Booo I don’t think dresses says October movie date.” You rolled your eyes and flicked Matt’s arm. “You already agreed to it. Just watch the girly movie because you love me so much.” Matt rolled his eyes and wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pressing an adoring kiss to your cheek. You smiled in a giddy glee before settling onto his chest. 

For a while Matt stayed quiet, watching the witty chaotic banter from the movie. You already knew the entire movie by heart, each witty little line, the big proclamation of love by the end of the movie, all the fun in betweens, the twists and turns, the fighting, all of it. Matt sat up suddenly as the girl began to undress in the back of a taxi. “Woah woah woah what kind of movie is this??” You brought your head up to look at your boyfriend. You quickly rolled your eyes and motioned back to the movie. There was 0 nudity and 0 sexual things happening on the screen, causing Matt to slowly calm down. “Ok ok, ignore my former question. But why is she changing into a bunch of dresses right now?” You shake your head. “It’s her job, she’s in different weddings. Now shhhhh please.” Matt sighed and kissed the top of your head. “Ok baby I’m sorry.” A few more minutes goes on and soon the sister comes into Jane’s life again. As soon as Matt sees the sister making her moves he pauses the movie. He turns to you with his mouth totally agape. “Is her sister going to marry the guy she loves!?” As you watch your boyfriend fall into total shock at the audacity within a movie he previously found very girly, you bursted into loud laughter. You slowly nodded before patting the portion of bed next to you. “It’ll be ok Matt, just watch the movie…” Matt begrudgingly laid back down, hugging you tightly as you grabbed some of the popcorn you prepared beforehand. The movie continued on, the plot slowly moving through each section. Then the bombshell dropped, sister marrying Jane’s boss who she just so happens to be in love with. Matt nearly threw the computer but you managed to calm him down to keep watching the movie. 

It stayed fairly quiet, at least mostly quiet. Matt managed to throw in some aggressive and irritated blips about how rude and selfish the sister was, how Chris and Nick would never ever pull anything like what the sister did. You tried to quiet him quickly so that he didn’t miss anything else in the movie such as the plot twist that wasn’t really a twist at all. Matt, thankfully, quieted his anger at the fictional characters when he saw the main character kiss the second guy. Y’know that romance trope where the girl meets her exact opposite except he’s actually just like her but he has to get through his own stuff, yeah that’s this movie’s trope as well. You hugged Matt’s arm tighter as the plot thickened, the first climax of the film finally coming. Matt shook his head and sighed, leaning to pause the movie. “Baby this movie is doing something to me. It’s too up and down, I need to know it’s gonna be ok.” You knew that your boyfriend was teasing you but there was a hint of genuine frustration at the movie. That he was genuinely annoyed at how the girl was going to get through everything and somehow find a happy ending. Because that’s the trick with rom coms, there’s always a happy ending. You sat up to meet your boyfriend, a smile printed against your lips. You gently cupped his cheek and pulled him into a kiss. “I wouldn’t show you a movie that you wouldn’t like Matt, just let the movie finish.” Matt pouted before pulling you closer and snuggling into the bed once more. He finally unpaused the movie and silence fell upon the room. 

Throughout the movie there were a few more exclamations from Matt, the most notable one being after the main character, Jane, exposed her sister for lying. Matt had to pause the movie so he could jump off the bed and do a small victory dance around the room. At the end of the dance he turned to you and pointed at you, “We should show this movie to Nick and Chris. I think Nick would like it, Chris might as well but I’m less sure.” He shrugged before you gave him a stern look. Earning an apology from the boy before he hopped back into bed to finish the movie. Finally getting past the most shocking ups and downs of the movie, Matt calmed and just watched the movie. There were a few moments where you managed to get some funny photos of him. He ended up being more invested in the movie than you were, which you found hilarious.

As the movie began to close up, tying each lose end up you found Matt was silent, like too silent. You turned to the boy and noticed he was so focused on the movie that he’d moved away from cuddling you to sit hunched over the computer. You laughed to yourself before scooting up to him and leaning your head against his shoulder. Upon you doing that he jolted, the two main characters confessing their love for eachother as he looked at you. You stared into his blue eyes and he smiled, grabbing your hands and pulling you off the bed. Music played as the movie came to a close with a beautiful wedding and 27 dresses. Matt let the credit music play as he pulled you close to him, swaying you around the room. After a few minutes of the two of you gently swaying together to random music you pulled away, looking up at Matt. “What was that for?” Matt smiled, “I just wanted to twirl you around and make you feel beautiful.” With that he leaned down and kissed you, a soft mumble of words escaping against your lips. “I love you.” “I love you too.”

[wallflowerwritesstuff]

Coin Flip

You always admired the universe and how vast it was, even if it scared you a bit. If only you'd realized how scary it could truly get.

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a reader insert? the crowd is...unsurprised :)

I've been really into isekai stories, can you tell? Lovely. Hop into this one, then~

There will be one version of this story for each LI, so don't feel left out if you don't see your LI just yet. We're just getting started! :D

Can be read on ao3 here if preferred~

The universe was always rather strange.

You’d always been the type to peek into how vast it is only to pull away when it became too real: a habit of yours that you hid from the world as best you could. You couldn’t show the same sort of hesitation when it came to what you were trying to achieve. If you did, you’d think about that moment for ages – imposter syndrome threatening to pull you down into the ocean of fears until the bubbles stopped. 

So, with feigned confidence and a racing heart, you got up in the mornings. 

You showered, brushed your teeth, tossed your hair up, and got dressed with the intent to survive another day. 

All while ignoring the butterflies in your stomach that were hellbent on warning you of some unseen danger. It was a feeling you’d also come to ignore to masquerade like a normal person, losing all sense of self-preservation and gut intuition along the way. 

The sound of your shoes clicked against the tile as you stepped out of your apartment, breaking into a brisk walk to catch the elevator. It was just on the verge of closing when you stuck your hand between the door, your irritation at the person inside fading when you caught them smiling at you. 

Almost as if expecting you. 

“Sorry about that,” they spoke, smile never fading. “I’m the worst at this whole neighbor thing.” 

Neighbor , you register, the irritation fading as you relax. You attempt to unwind your nerves – you were the worst at noticing when they became wound, to begin with, really – and step inside with a small smile of your own. 

“Don’t worry about it. I made it, didn’t I?” you attempted to brush off, a nervous chuckle at how you’d almost exploded on a person because of your hang-ups enough to make your face burn in shame. You’d always talked to yourself about control and maintaining it, and yet the smallest of issues seemed to throw all that prep out of you. 

How embarrassing. 

“You did. You have rather good timing, I’d say,” the stranger complimented. “Perfect, even.” 

Before you could respond, the elevator came to a sudden stop, jolting as you stumbled into the side of it. You winced at the impact, feeling the ache in your shoulder sends tingles down toward your wrist. You raise your opposite hand to hold it, heartbeat in your ears as you turn to the stranger and scan over them. 

“Are you—?” 

Your words of concern get caught in your throat when you catch how they were still smiling, not at all perturbed by what had happened – what was still happening. 

“Perfect,” the stranger repeated, their voice followed by the sound of something snapping as you gasped at how weightless you suddenly felt. Your eyes were wide as you attempted to steady yourself, only to slam into the elevator again. You weren’t sure where you’d gone, jostled around and feeling as if your heart would stop at any moment. 

I don’t want to die!

A voice similar to yours echoed in your mind. You agreed with the sentiment, unable to breathe as the sound of screeching filled your senses. 

It hurts!

A gasp as your vision faded, the flickering lights of the elevator following suit. Your non-injured hand moved to your chest, clutching as you shut your eyes tightly. 

Then…nothing. 

Just silence and weightlessness – as if you were floating above it all. A sense of calm washed over you, the pain momentarily numbed. You part your lips to speak, but nothing comes out. You don’t try again. You don’t try anything . You, for the first time in your life, feel at ease. 

No deadlines, no push to work yourself to the bone for a machine. 

No worry about how you look, if others are judging...if you will ever be good enough. 

It’s just… you.

Or, it was you. 

If you ever existed. 

For all you know, you could be dreaming. Or, on the alternate end of the spectrum, maybe all you’d gone through was purely fabricated due to how long you’ve been hovering in nothingness. 

“Oh, no, my dear.” 

A familiar voice, one that you felt both attached to but fearful of for whatever reason. 

“This is real. You are real. You just need to come back now.” 

Come back? To what? 

A chuckle followed by a gentle force pressing down onto your chest – testing the limit of what you could handle in this state. It wasn’t painful. It was more odd – like a tug at your very being. A methodical approach to inching under your skin, muscle, and bone to reach the very essence of your soul. 

“Not to that. To who. And that person…is me.” 

The words settle in the nothingness, wrapping around you as you try to open your eyes. Or were they open already? 

“There we go…just a little more…” 

You part your lips out of habit, but rather than silence, a scream tears from your throat. The weightlessness is gone, replaced by a force that began to crush: pressure that made you feel as if the air had been pulled from your very lungs.  What felt odd became agonizing as the force aimed to tear your essence away from the form you called your existence. 

It hurts! It—! 

A gasp as air filled what felt like untrained lungs, eyes darting around only to see bright white through blurry vision. Everything about your body felt wrong , from the lack of control you held over your limbs to the bitter cold that encompassed your inner core. Gravity felt like too much, every sense on high alert as you were assaulted with sensation. 

Beeping machines, the color white, the sharp smell of medicine tainted only by gentle perfume, the straps digging into your skin enough to provide discomfort but not the release from actual injury.

No, no!

“Sh,” the person whispered, the white lab coat melting into the white background of the room’s walls. A hand on your head pushed the sweat-soaked hair from your forehead, but shadows of the overhead lighting too obscured the face of the stranger. 

“I’ve got you. Rest, now. No more.”

Despite every inclination to disobey, your body and mind sunk into the sweet-sounding words, your body going slack against wherever you lay. Your eyes grew heavy, the tears not stopping even after they closed entirely. 

“That’s it.” 

Your mind emptied, scarily similar to the weightlessness without the numbness of your shoulder and head. As you drifted off, you attempted to remember how you’d gotten here, falling short as memories blurred together. Some you recalled before they began to fade like a photo in a flame. Others you didn’t recall living through at all, flashing like images on a television being watched by an impatient stranger. 

People you knew and didn’t. 

Experiences you’d lived and hadn’t. 

Lives, spanning across who knows how long, shoved into your consciousness haphazardly. 

A strange place, indeed, this universe you existed in. 

[atomicpirateperson]

🌳🌲THE WOODS FANFIC🌲🌳

Chapters

She Can't Come, She Has Cheer Practice

Fishing

Bonfire Dinner

Going Home (part one / part two)

Or Not

Swapsies

Spiders

Homesick, Lovesick

Picnic

Car Ride

Content warnings: Blood, a stab wound (non-graphic), lost/missing person, shouting/potential violence, a "weapon" (a sharp stick), fire and burn wounds, dead fish (non-graphic, not Darwin), a dangerous thunderstorm, death mentioned/briefly implied, kidnapping briefly mentioned/implied, homelessness mentioned, a bomb mentioned (recalling the events of "The Bus"), 911/police mentioned, a spider

Link to chapter 1:

To chapter 3:

Word count: 728

"AAAH! ROB! HELP!"

Rob, who'd been setting up their tent on the fallen leaves, jumped up in shock.

A soaking wet Gumball came barreling towards them, skidded to a stop, and hid behind their legs.

"What!?"

"I– I– I was in the river! And I was trying to catch fish! Then something bit me, I swear! Then it chased me out of the river and now it's coming!"

They gazed in the direction he did. Nothing happened at first, but then... still, nothing happened.

He dug his claws into Rob, his tail puffed up like a duster despite his drenched fur. "O-okay, it might have just been a fish or something. A violent fish with sharp teeth, though!"

"Yeah." They seemed uncomfortable.

"Hm?" He glanced down and realized he'd been clutching their hand. "Oh, ha, sorry..."

A moment of silence ensued after he let go.

They began to smirk. "So, how are those big scary predator instincts working for you?"

He elbowed them, balling his fists. "Shut up! I get it, okay? I'm not cut out for this."

"You really aren't."

His eyes narrowed. "Can you do me a little favor?"

"What?"

"Let me stay with you in the tent for just one night."

They frowned. "No."

"Ugh, fine! Then you leave me no choice..."

Gumball stepped back and prepared himself to give them the most pitiful, adorable look he could muster. His eyes widened and sparkled and his ears drooped.

Rob stepped backwards as if being threatened.

"Rob, you wouldn't leave me out here alone to die, right?" He raised his paws like a begging dog. "Don't you have a heart?"

"Darn it, okay, okay!" They turned away in defeat, blocking the sight of his cute face with their hand. "Ugh. You can stay with me, but only for tonight, because I didn't pack for two."

It was his turn to smirk. "Aww, thanks, buddy."

...

After sunset, Rob had spent their time choosing a stick off the ground, then grinding it on a rock near the river.

"What are you even doing?" Gumball complained.

"Sharpening this stick."

"Wh– well, duh! Why?"

"Wouldn't you like to know, Survival Expert?"

He kept his distance from Rob, just in case, when they held up their weaponized stick-spear. They ignored him, however, and ventured to the riverbank. Upon spotting a fish, they plunged their spear at it.

"Nope," he said, seeing that they missed.

They tried again.

"Nah."

And again.

"Nada."

"Ugh." They stuck the spear into the ground and leaned on the flat end. "The commentary's not really helping, you know."

"Gimme it already!" He thrust his paw out to be given the weapon. They side-eyed him as they handed it over. "I'll show you how it's done."

If anything, Gumball performed this worse, even with his better night vision. By the time he gave up at last, he couldn't see much in the dark but Rob's static and its dim moon-like glow. They took the stick back from him and sighed.

They squinted at what they thought was the river.

He frowned. "Didn't you pack a flashlight or something?"

"It's by the campsite." He heard a splash as they stabbed the water without anywhere to aim.

"Then go get it."

"You can go get it yourself." Splash.

"Why can't you get it?"

"You can see better than me in the dark." Splash.

"Heck yeah, that's right— I mean, no, I don't wanna get it!"

"If you don't want to do anything..." A more aggressive splash. "...then why don't you just shut up?"

"You shut up!"

From here it escalated into nothing but more bickering that nobody wants to read about. When Rob, blind in the darkness, hit Gumball by mistake, it almost became a brawl. But when they apologized and realized the pointlessness of this, they both faltered.

Rob turned back to the water and aimed once again.

Gumball gasped.

They paused and eyed him. "What?"

He took the stick and pointed it up so the two of them could see the same thing.

At last, they'd impaled a fish!

"Oh." A smile crept onto their face. "Oh! How long as that been there?"

"I don't know!" He jumped with joy. "Gimme five!"

Gumball unsheathed his claws in excitement as he raised his paw. Rob raised their sharp, blocky hand without thinking. Their high-five was not very pleasant.

"Ow!"

[rookiesbookies]

So Im on a minor Soap obsession (Gaz obsession starts when @shotmrmiller posts about him, check out their Needs series bc 🤤) and by minor I mean major bc he and Gaz are my favs.

So i was like… what is Sergeant MacTavish met Captain MecTavish and his wife. Like HOW WOULD THAT GO???

Well dont fret bc I have an answer.

Under the cut

Yall can ignore this part it in italics bc doesnt mean anything but this is just my hc ig? But they dont change anything for what I wrote:

I feel like this woman is the definition of slim thick. She has the nicest birthing hips, a decently small sized waist, busty chest, a nice ass, and the thickest thighs. She has nice calves and is the definition of all natural. There isn’t a fake piece to her. She’s like 5’4” to the Captain, who stands behind her like a giant scary shadow.

I feel like she’s American and they bonded over both “hating” the brits.

She definitely has a size kink. Like has to.

She’s fiery. Like “my husband said no pickle,” type. The Captain knows if his wife goes “you need to handle it,” there’s a problem because there isn’t anything she won't take on. So it’s probably some douches asking to talk to her husband about buying a car or some shit.

Only part that kinda sticks is that I feel like she worked in intelligence? Idk

The good stuff:

The Captain sees Simon and pulls him into the biggest bear hug you’ve ever seen. Simon’s eyes are wide at the size of his once more nimble companion. His wife standing to the side shaking her head. No one knows who this strange lady is yet.

Price shakes his hand. Gaz is gawking at the size of this man, stating something like, “he’s the lumberjack and the whole forest.”

Sergeant Soap, out of habit started flirting with his wife from the future. The woman leans back against the counter top, sipping a water as the young lad flirts with her mercilessly.

“I’m almost old enough to be your mom.”

“I’ll just call you mommy.”

You get the point. Soap is basically purring at this lady as the Captain walks back over to her and wraps his arm around her hips, giving her a peck on the lips and Soap’s mouth falls open for the second time in a row.

Not only was he now the definition of manliness but he has the hottest woman he’s ever seen for a wife.

“That’s our bonnie?”

“That’s our bhean.” Which is Scottish Gaelic for wife. It rolls off the Captain tongue with 0 effort as his wife giggles lightly and presses a kiss to his neck.

Soap about faints.

“Do I miss when you used to flirt with me like that,” his wife turned to her husband and asked. The Captain moved to put an arm on either side, caging her in against the counter and helping her easily move to sit on top of it.

“Oh, I think ya do. Its that charm that won ya over after all. Got ya to marry me, dinnit?”

“If charm is what we’re calling the monster between your legs, then yes. Yes, it was.” The Scottish Captain laughed with his wife, a hearty chuckle that makes her hum in amusement and leave a peck on his scratchy beard. Soap about fainted again.

“WE’RE MARRIED TO A SUPERMODEL?”

“I’m an American Central Intelligence Agent, actually. We met putting Graves behind bars. Told him if he didn’t shoot him when we got him in the heli, I’d return his advances because Graves has some info I needed. Rest was history.” Her voice sounded like the best music Soap had ever heard. She was EVERYTHING. He’d pray to the ground she walked on and lick the rim of any cup she sipped from just to get a taste of her. He had a big fat crush on this woman.

The Captain could see the look in Soap’s eyes and sighed to himself. He forgot how much of a simp he was for his wife. He forgets how much of a simp he still is for his wife. Wondering if he still makes that dorky expression.

Soap tapped the Captain and pulled him into a different room. He got on his knees in front of his Captain self and begged, “PLEASE TELL ME HOW YOU DID IT. I NEED TO MEET THIS WOMAN NOW.” His hands clasped together, on his KNEES.

Captain MacTavish just pats his little mohawk and says “with time,” which makes sweet little Soap about CRY. Gave him some other small light hearted advice about her favorite flowers and that he’ll know when he sees her.

The Captain just makes his way back into the room and over to his wife. He gently returns to her, still seated on the counter, as she plays on her phone, and sticks his face into her chest with a content sigh. Her free hand goes to run her fingers through his hair and his arms tighten slightly around her waist.

Soap waddles in and his FOMO is off the hook. Simon shuffles over to him and in his best serious voice he goes, “I’d offer to let ya put your face in my tits but I don’t think mine are the kind ya looking for.” Before cackling to himself.

He heard the Captain mumble something to her about retiring, her having perfect birthing hips, and chubby Scottish babies which made poor little Soap break down.

She hummed back at comment about her having the job that’s less dangerous and how she’d let him have a whole little futbol team once he stopped doing the dangerous stuff. She pulled his head up, planted a kiss to his lips, and let his head fall right back.

His future is AWESOME.

Sergeant John ‘Soap’ MacTavish is officially excited for his future.

Masterlist is pinned on profile as always, don’t forget to leave me a comment or a request in my inbox to let me know what yall want to see!

Part 2 here

[bloopitynoot]

Reading SVSSS: Chapter 15

For those who don't know, I am reading SVSSS for the first time and sharing my thoughts!

If you have not read it, there will be spoilers! Consider this a warning.

Also- if you want to follow along, I am aiming to post updates daily. You can find all the posts in the tag bloopitynoot reads SVSSS. You can also check out the intro post for context on my read.

It's chapter 15! Time to figure out what happened to SQQ in the latest cliff hangar.

Today no tea- but I did have a blackberry cider that was very tasty.

I also did impulse buy a baby's-first-fountain pen to get into my little writing flow and add to the ambiance of my note taking journey. So, pls ignore the worse-than-usual writing; I am learning to write with it.

let's goooooo!

Well, SQQ appears to be in a coffin? p29

fuck, i'm already smudging the ink with my new pen. The lefty curse of it all. IDK how much of this is going to be legible later. RIP

okay... but how long has he been in here? MXTX is describing everything as dusty as hell. p30 (resolved as I read further- not very long LOL)

and he has his original body! That's exciting! Who did it though?? p30

LOL SQQ has 0 chance with this "advanced level plot" p31. He is totally fucked for sure.

These 'blind corpses' sound like a walking horror show. I would be so scared omg. I don't know how far the animated series got- but if this is animated that would look cool as fuck. p32

okay! they're fueled by breath! that's really neat though! pp33-34 Scary, but cool.

I would die immediately in this situation. When the thing (blind corpses) that are already horrible and unbeatable are scared of something else -> absolutely no hope in surviving. p35

ah, it is our little snake-man. I had a suspicion this was related to him and Luo Binghe's dad. He probably took SQQ's corpse too and brought it here. p35

OMG LOL Luo Binghe's dad is awful, but also feels like a troll AND is serving dad jokes. Re: thinking back to when SQQ knocked on the coffin and he answered from inside LOOOL. p36

Listen. Can we just take a moment to appreciate the absolute DILF that is Luo Binghe's father? I am a whole lesbian but that character art cannot objectively argued as anything else. p37

and now SQQ is going on about Tianlang-jun having BDE (not those exact words but I mean when you say he's working that coffin like it's a Paris fashion week runway and Luo binghe - the man you are obsessed with- could NEVER, it says something.). p38

That fucking power move too! SQQ: seems you've waited a while to meet me, why don't you come out of there and do so. Tianlang-jun: *bats eyes* okay but only if you hold my hand and work for it p39

SQQ has this habit of getting kidnapped "for his own good" but no one ever tells him why it's good for him XD this entire situation is so annoying. Tianlang-jun did this all so that he could get him away from the sects he wanted to destroy. p43

OMG scratch that. He also wants to use him as bait to snatch his sons body as his own. p45.

aside: I'm going to have to organize these notes later- I'm not catching the nuance in the hand written notes LOL my brain is processing faster than my hand (you will notice that the last 2 points here do not match my hand written notes because they were a hot mess).

What an entrance Luo Binghe! p47

Yes SQQ! You rescue your man from his dad (RE: holding Zhuzhi lang hostage) p51

holy shit. Zhuzhi lang is WILD - he really was about to just die instead of be a hostage LOL p52 I want to know what his character motivation is. He's giving the same blind trust energy as The Core Melting Hand in MDZS. Both just so loyal to a fault/their own demise. Do we learn more? or is this it? (genuine question- don't tell me WHAT we learn, just yes/no if we learn more).

That was so smart to hit the anti-theft measures in the tomb p53

aaaaaaaand he snatched the wrong person on the escape. well, that's fantastic. p54

I am loving the traps in this mausoleum though! The face with the magma and then the various rooms. I want to know if this exists as a D&D dungeon crawl/anyone has made one, I think it would be so fun. p59

omg. I don't think that Luo Binghe realizes/knows that that was his own father and cousin. that's so terrible. Truly Luo Binghe was treated so fucking badly literally his entire life. His dad does not even give a shit. Honestly probably only had him for this situation - needing a new body. p61

:((((( Our boy, Luo Binghe is in a bad way rn. gah! so many cliff hangers. p63

MXTX Cliffhangar Lord

And now I have to wait until tomorrow to see if baby Luo Binghe makes it. I'm sure SQQ is going to do something about it but dang, he is not well.

[overleftdown]

farleigh analysis PART 3, because i might as well do the entire movie at this point. i'm locked in. this is going to cover the early-saltburn summer era. AKA, oliver's once in a lifetime, hand job on a haybale, golden big boy summer. everything after venetia and oliver's sex scene is in another post on my blog. this one is pretty short.

[0:34:42] (they're watching superbad. teehee.)

farleigh looks borderline revolted in the background of this shot, which is so funny to me. superbad is, in my opinion, notoriously rude. the comedy is hollow, childish, homophobic, etc. even seth rogan admits that the movie is tone deaf and aged horribly. that's neither here nor there, though. all i'm saying is that i can't imagine farleigh would enjoy the movie as a queer person.

[0:35:19] elsbeth: is that right, he had to put his fingers down his mother's throat to make her sick? farleigh: yeah. felix: farleigh, that's private stuff! farleigh: well, you told us. felix: in confidence!

when elsbeth initially asks the question, she's looking directly at farleigh. yet, when felix confronts farleigh about discussing private matters, farleigh responds with "well, you told us." meaning the family, i assume. felix had no issue with elsbeth and pamela discussing oliver's home life until farleigh was very moderately involved. it's odd to me. and yes, felix is the one that told them. moral superiority, or something. having someone to blame, even when you enabled their gossiping in the first place.

[0:35:34] elsbeth: we should give him the most wonderful time! farleigh: good luck, he doesn't smile much. elsbeth: farleigh seems to think he's ghastly. why are you friends with him, darling?

really, you can tell that elsbeth likes farleigh. she respects his opinion to a certain extent. i also talked about the tutor scene in part 2, and how i consider the "style over substance" debate a metaphorical parallel to farleigh over oliver. here, farleigh once again points out the style of oliver's social interactions: he doesn't smile much. when you look at this from a social and... neurotypical perspective, lacking a smile during conversation can mean a lot of negative things. farleigh seems to have a dedicated focus on arbitrary social expectations, largely because he has to.

[0:35:33] farleigh: and here he is now! we were just talking about you. elsbeth: don't be silly! farleigh, you just make up the most awful things. of course we weren't!

once again, in traditional catton fashion, farleigh is scolded for saying doing something that contrasts the cattons saviorism. obviously oliver knew they were talking about them. i can't blame elsbeth for attempting to backtrack, but "farleigh, you just make up the most awful things" is a weirdly unnecessary throat punch. she's stepping on farleigh to appear taller, if you will. at 0:36:34, when elsbeth asks oliver to sit by her, farleigh looks so exceptionally irritated. he rolls his eyes, looks back towards his computer, and sighs dramatically. wonderful. he's so sick and tired.

[0:37:20] elsbeth: i've lost so many friends to addiction. so, so many dear, dear friends. it's the root of poor pamela's horrors too, i'm afraid. farleigh: and the only interesting thing about her. elsbeth: farleigh! no, she is rather dull, actually. but she's so beautiful. you have to admit, she's very beautiful.

elsbeth and her obsession with physical appearances. once again, style over substance. and her outrage at farleigh refusing to soften the blow on his statements, before following it with her own (albeit less crude) dig at pamela. style over substance. wouldn't it a little uncanny, a little scary, to be the only person of color in a household that places physical appearance on such a high pedestal? especially a household as ignorant as the cattons. that's just conjecture, though. oliver has the ability to manipulate a space for himself in the family without sacrificing any of the qualities he began with. he never really smiles more, throughout the summer. he never really loses his signature awkwardness, his imposing energy.

[0:40:05] elsbeth: you know we're delighted to have you for however long it is you mean to stay. farleigh: forever...? pamela: oh, no. i think i might have, erm, found somewhere. elsbeth: oh, well done, darling! james: oh, good!

right after james says "good," you can see farleigh turning to look at him. prompting james to drop the hatchet on pamela's prolonged stay at saltburn, i'm assumng. this is what's interesting to me, i think. again, farleigh lacks the drive to play the same game as oliver. farleigh doesn't want to nurture the charitable actions of the cattons. farleigh believes the other guests at saltburn take up the space that he would otherwise fill. just like at oxford, when felix is sitting with someone else, farleigh is discarded. when elsbeth invited oliver to sit next to her, farleigh looks annoyed. the cattons capacity for attention and kindness is depressingly small. farleigh isn't playing chess, he's trying to win by sheer survival of the fittest.

for the next few, brief scene of farleigh and oliver interacting, oliver repeatedly proves that he does his research. i can't get over it, to be honest. neither can farleigh; if looks could kill, oliver would've been dead within 10 minutes of arriving at saltburn. the methods farleigh and oliver uses to remain relevant in the catton catalogue are so wildly different. farleigh, who uses his personality and social skills to keep the cattons entertained and charmed by him. i'm sure he loves to gossip with elsbeth, wine and dines with venetia, and he clearly does everything in his power to stay glued to felix's side throughout the school year. this is someone who has never considered manipulating the cattons; he just wants to be one of them, and he wants it to be easy. can you blame him?

[iwontusethis255]

Infinity Train theoretical Book & OCs! (long ass post)

INFINITY TRAIN BOOK ???: OVERT ATTACHMENT

Meet the cast!

Renae (They/Them) got on the train at the age of 16, 10 whole years ago, in that time they managed to make friends and adjust to life on the train. Every time their number hits 0, they're struck with such intense fear of going back to the real world and its real problems that the number shoots up. Shortly after arriving they lost their hand, and managed to find...

Liv (She/Her) is Renae's best friend, their left hand gal! she's a living car who gives a glob of her shapeshifting form as a replacement hand for Renae. Renae was actually the one to name Liv! She's eternally grateful for Renae coming into her life, best friends, through thick and thin.

Battrick (He/Him) is also there. A recent member of the dynamic duo, met in The Haunted House Car, Battrick is on a search with the others to find the scariest things he can to improve his house! He has ignored Renaes suggestions of mushrooms and pirates.

Episode Overview!

Episode 1: The Magician Car

Renae and Liv are on their typical trek when something goes wrong.

(Setup, shows the typical dynamic duo interaction between the two as they take down an evil magician guy, until The Living Car is moved far away, and they have to get back)

Episode 2: The Haunted House Car

Renae and Liv go through a spooky manor and make a friend.

(The two go through an unimpressive haunted house experience, and when Battrick, one of the denizens, asks for advice on what’s scary, Renae claims mushrooms and refuses to elaborate. Battrick joins them, hoping to find scary stuff outside the car. It’s shown how he’s not working well in the established dynamic, to Liv’s annoyance.)

Episode 3: The Catfish Car

Renae and Battrick have a moment on a shoddy fishing boat. Liv discusses with The Cat.

(Battrick asks Renae what they’re gonna do after they get off the train, and that sparks a conversation about their old home and the potential for a new one, as well as their past in general, with Renae mentioning they’re not a fan of boats. Cat strikes a conversation with Liv and is suspicious of how she talks about Renae.)

Episode 4: The Chillax Car

Liv and Battrick bond over video games and food.

(Renae finds friends in the car and hangs with them, to Liv’s annoyance. Liv and Battrick interact, with Liv talking about their frustration with Battricks addition to the group, but honestly reassures him that she’s warming up to him, and that it's definitely her just being ironically scared of change. Renae feels a bit bad for kinda ditching them, and apologizes, even though they aren't in the wrong. Battrick feels the need to reassure that, but doesn’t.)

Episode 5: The Telenovela Car

Renae and Liv put on a show.

(Renae and Liv are cast as romantic partners in a show, with Renae’s character revealed to be cheating on Liv’s. Liv’s acting reaction has a slightly concerning level of realism, talking about how she always had a feeling they were with the neighbour (Battrick's character) and yelling with tears in her eyes, her incredible “acting” catches herself, the others, and the audience off guard, but the audience adores the show.)

Episode 6: The Mushroom Pirate Car

Renae remeets a not-so-friendly face.

(Renae is back in the car where they lost their hand, and the mushroom pirate captain who took it is more than happy to finish the job. Liv is overprotective of them and underprotective of Battrick, to Renae’s concern and annoyance. Renae eventually takes down the captain themselves, without Liv.)

Episode 7: The Confessional Car

The three have to confess their feelings and sins.

(The three are forcibly separated, and made to confess in a freakily religious setting that physically cracks with every confession. Battrick says they’re unsure on how good Liv is, Renae eventually admits they’re a bit scared for Liv, and Liv’s is not revealed, but it’s clear it upset her.)

Episode 8: The Fear Car

The truth comes to light.

(The car seems to be a version of Liv, but way, way more hostile. When the captain shows up and they piece together that this is a fear themed car, Liv is incredibly confused and upset that they showed up as the main hostility. They then finally arrive at The Living Car, where Liv locks them inside.)

Episode 9: The Living Car

Liv snaps at Renae and Battrick.

(Liv separates Renae and Battrick, for Renae’s own safety, as she puts it. Liv is having a full on breakdown, constantly shifting and ranting, worried that they aren’t good enough for Renae and desperate to prove the opposite, with Renae trying and failing to reason.)

Episode 10: The Breaking Point

Renae learns to move on.

(Renae finally admits to themselves that their relationship with Liv is not healthy. After freeing Battrick, their number hits zero, but they don’t want to leave without talking to Liv, so they fight through the mass to her center, consoling her a bit before saying they wish her luck for the future and changing for the better, but they don't want to be a part of it. After they leave, she retracts and lets Battrick leave the car, and Renae goes forth on Earth looking for a new life.)

Other Notes

Each book has a genre and theme

Book One is a mystery about reality Book Two is an adventure about identity. Book Three is a tragedy about empathy. Book Four is a comedy about communication.

This Book is a horror focusing on moving on.

Each Book also has an irl classic book associated with it

Book One takes inspiration from Alice's Adventures in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll. Book Two is basically Carlo Collodi's The Adventures of Pinocchio. Book Three has references to J. M. Barrie's Peter Pan. Book Four had nods and themes from Nikolai Gogol's short story, Nevsky Prospekt

Man, I wonder what book this one is based- OH.

Renae's Number is revealed to be 54, and stays as such in the majority of the story. Guess what 54 is in roman numerals :]. Go on guess :]. Renae's name also means "Rebirth", with their themes of finding a new life on the train and then leaving to find one off of it. In addition, before they met Liv they were taken in by the Mushroom Pirates and bonded with them, and when they were like "I wanna be a pirate too!" the captain replied "Ha, of course! but you'll have to LOOK THE PART!" and swiftly held down their hand with their hook for the amputation. If they succeeded in making them "look the part" they would have infected them with spores and fully turned them into a mushroom. This is meant to represent betrayal and manipulation that happened in their past as well as would soon happen in their future with Liv.

Battrick was created as an antithesis to Liv's ideals, and as such I chose an animal that apparently represents communication, long journeys, challenge, good luck, dreams, and fear.

Liv using part of herself as Renae's arm is to represent the emotional attachment to them in a literal sense, as well as her unintentionally girl-nipulating them to stay on the train, with her physically covering the (now floating) number. Liv as a villain is on a sliding scale between Morgan and Simon, in all honesty. shes unhealthily obsessed with Renae and wants nothing more than to always be in their life, and them to always be in hers. They NAMED her, they gave her a LIFE, if Renae leaves, what does that make her? She sees herself as an extension of renae rather than her own person, and in the end Renae does feel bad for her, and genuinely hopes she gets a better mental state, but they don't have to or WANT to be a part of it.

Bonus Funnies!

[the-real-team-galactic]

yanno while i'm here getting back in2 it... i might as well hand over another...

✨Monthly Galactic Horoscope!!!✨

it's lampent season AND spooky season babes~!!!!! we may be halfway thru with tha eclipse behind us, but that aint gonna stop me from predetermining ur futures bitchezzz!!!! >:D the movement of Jupiter and Pluto brings lots of change so pack in for the rest of the month!!

♈️ Whimsicott: moodiness is coming ur way this month so dont expect to be all niceys :/ but thats NOT always a bad thing!!! your emotions are gonna b SUPER intense liek more than usual :O so!!! be sure to take care of urself an step away from big things if u wanna keep things chill!!! :3

♉️ Bouffalant: get ready 2 face ur problems head on this month!!! dont be afraid to talk abt your feelings and verbalize your needs n shit!!!!! dont let ur chance pass by while you have the strength to feel >:0 take action already and just let yourself feel things!!!! dont forget to talk it out babes~!!!

♊️ Klink: yall are getting a HUGE amount of benefits from the lampies this month~☆ lots of energy is coming ur way so expect tons of excitement in new relationships!!!! :> you're gonna get some extra boosts in work stuff too, but be sure to take full advantage of all ur excitement and get SILLY WITH IT!!!! yahoo :D

♋️ Crustle: tons of energy coming ur way yall!!!! :3 get ready for meaningful conversations with tha people who matter while Mars is moving thru ur sign!!! also BURNOUT BEWARE IT'S COMING WAGH >w< !!!!!! if u need to take some time to cool off then go for it!!!! no shade here if u need 2 rest !!! ^ ^

♌️ Braviary: theres lots n lots of alone or with family/friends time in ur future this month!!! :] it might not be as fun but it's ok to take some time off when you need it :) !!!!! theres lots of fun stuff in being alone, and u can always lean on family if u need 2!!!! but if they suck ignore that lol :P

♍️ Gothorita: practicality is tha key 4 u this month so keep ur head on!!!!! keep an eye on ur finances and get ready to jump on new opportunities :D dont forget 2 manage ur relationships too!!!!! let yourself be intimate once in a while babes its good for u >v• get fucking WHIMSICAL~!!!!

♎️ Lampent: ITS UR SPOOKY TIME OF YEAR YALL!!!!! ^v^ doors are closing, but that doesn't mean there's nothing left open so dw!! Venus is moving thru your sign so romance might be in ur future :0 even if that's not what ur into be sure to take advantage of the energy to brace urself for all tha changing!!!!! :3

♏️ Scolipede: shit's getting TENSE for yall :P so get ready!!!! dont be surprised if ur a liiitle more overwhelmed than usual BUT ITS OK TRUST!!!! ur gonna be able to express ur feelings a lil better thanks to this ;) dont bottle that shit up u gotta let urself VIBE!!! go have fun and let yourself live!!!! <3

♐️ Fraxure: finally time for things to get COMPREHENSIBLE YAYAYA :D !!!! ur gonna be more in tune with ur inner self and like your feelings and social standing n stuff :0 so talk to your friends!!!! maybe a lil drama gonna happen but itll be ok dw yall nothing 2 worry about!!!

♑️ Sawsbuck: ambition is the name of the game for u this month so embrace it!!!!! work is gonna see TONS and tons of big changes so brace yourself for it!!!!! get ready for some more opportunities coming ur way :3 its scary but you got this trust i believe in yall!!!! <3

♒️ Simipour: tons of inspiration for u this month!!!!! :) with all the planets movin around that'll give you a ton of free inspo hell yea!!! expect to get tons of work done and feel good about all these new ideas filling ur head :o trust the process and work real hard~!!!

♓ Alomomola: last but not least, its time 2 look inward and understand who u really are gang!!!! :3 trust ur emotions too because theyre gonna help guide you in whatever it is ur up to :D youll find what u really REALLY want if u search deep down so keep going!!!! u got this~☆ !!!

[iho6hi2]

PLS MORE ON BLLK "KYS 😍😍" MANAGER OC

i want to draw her

OKOKOK SO THIS INSPIRED ME TO ACTUALLY NAME HER AND STUFF...

IDK HOW YOU GUYS DO THE TRIVIA THINGS AND MAKE IT LOOK LIKE IT CAME OUT OF WIKI so mine will sadly remain plain and ugly

Last Name: Shikabane (屍 - meaning corpse)

First Name: Akumu (悪夢 - meaning nightmare)

She's 18 years old

She's born on October 31st and is a Scorpio

She's 162cm (5'4). When asked about her height, she stated: "Evil things come in small packages! >:D". No one is able to decipher what this means.

When asked about her blood type, Akumu refused to elaborate because she thinks the government might overhear, despite the fact that the government has no use for this TMI. "They have ears everywhere! Haven't you heard about the Illuminati?!?!" - Akumu

She's originally from Hokkaido, but grew up in Saitama.

Akumu doesn't know how she got scouted for the Blue Lock project and how Anri even found out about her existence, but she eagerly agreed to participate because she thought it would be a painful and grueling experience. "The worst, the better! ^^"

When asked by a fellow manager who the most attractive player was, she said that Bachira and Shidou were the cutest. "They're so flashy and colorful!!! Not to mention completely full of personality and individuality!!!!! So fun to talk to and definitely crazy! I love it!"

Her favorite features are her pointy teeth and eyes.

Her favorite movie is "Scary Movie 2" and her favorite manga is "Soul Eater".

Akumu's favorite animal is the Komodo Dragon. "It's so big, nimble and lethal! The more dangerous it is, the more I want to own one! I would name it Destructor of Lives and have it attack the people I hate!! But then I would have no one to hate on :( ... Oh well, c'est la vie <3"

Her favorite subject is Biology. She loves studying about the human body. Don't ask her why, it's best you ignore her. Her worst subject is P.E because she always ends up hurting someone without meaning to (lies).

Akumu's fetishes are the vulnerable spots on the human body. Ones that are the easiest to attack, like in between the ribs for example. Is also into bloodsucking.

Akumu doesn't have any admirers and received a total of zero (0) Valentine's chocolates the previous year. When asked to share her opinion regarding this fact, she claimed: "Chocolate is no good for Valentine's Day! It's too soft! I need something gloomier and more scary! Everyone else is just a pussy ^_^"

Akumu is impossible to bully because she thinks it's an attempt at flirting.

If it were her last day on Earth, she would try to swim across the Bermuda Triangle and see what secrets it hides.

If she received 100 million yen (~$739,000) she would host a tournament and observe the wonders of the human greed.

[celticcrossanon]

Celta, I hope you don't mind this question on your gift feeling energy & mystical beings. Have you also felt or seen the presence of angels or heaven or God? I ask because it was announced today Sarah, the Duchess of York has skin cancer. I don't mean to be intrusive or rude but it feels a bit scary w/Catherine & KCIII announcing scheduled surgeries on Wed & then this. It'd be reassuring if you could confirm if you felt or seen angels and/or anything else so I know we're not alone. Thank you. :)

Hi Nonny,

I just looked it up and she has malignant melanoma. I understand that it was just one mole that had turned cancerous, which is good, and they caught the mole in the early stages, which is even better. It is when it is in the later stages (3-5 or 2-4 depending on whether the first stage is called 1 or 0) that you worry. Apparently she has seen her dermatologist and told the people waiting that she was fine, so all is good.

My country, Australia, has one of the highest rates of skin cancer in the world, so it is not scary to me. The main thing is to keep an eye on your moles and get them checked by the doctor if they start to change. If I sound blasé it is not that I am unsympathetic to the diagnosis, but that it is not unusual for someone to develop skin cancer as they get older here. I've had members of my family treated for it in the early stages and they were all fine afterwards.

In regards to your other request, I am a firm believer in God, Jesus, the Holy Spirit, the angels and the saints, and that they all have the power to help us. I will share one story from my life as an example of this. I think I may have shared this on another forum before - maybe even on tumblr - so if you have seen it before it may be from another post by me.

If anyone else wants to share stories about the angels, the saints, God etc I am happy to post them here.

Story below the cut

When I was younger, in my twenties, I woke up one day with two red marks, red dots, on my neck, in a line and a little bit apart apart. The marks were not small, but they weren't huge and taking over half my neck either.

Normally I would freak out about the spots, but for some reason I was very placid and docile and didn't worry about them. In fact, I forgot about them until I saw them again the next day in the mirror - two deep red marks. They weren't mozzie bites or insect bites or any sort of marks that I had seen before, but I just dismissed it from my mind and went on with my life. The marks didn't fade, as mozzie bites do, but for some reason I was very placid about it all and ignored them.

This happened for a few days, and then I woke up very suddenly in the middle of the night. I could feel a weight pressing me down, and I could feel something warm trickling down my neck. I was utterly petrified. I prayed and called on God to protect me, and as soon as I asked Jesus to protect me - screaming it out in my mind because I was so scared - the presence left. I didn't sleep much for the rest of the night.

The next morning I looked in the mirror and the two deep red marks on my neck had vanished.

The presence never came back. I had the house blessed, to make sure, but I have not been troubled by it since, and I have never seen those marks on my neck again.

[xojennyboo]

You were addicted to his touch. He was like a drug that you needed a dose of every day. But he was dangerous. Every time you tried to stay clear of him, he would find you. It was a push and pull reaction. “Will you be coming to the fight tonight darling?", he says over the phone, his voice heavy from the small workout he just had. “I am not sure yet. You know its not necessarily my scene,” you say to him. He stayed silent for a second before letting out a deep sigh. “Darling, you know I need you there. You are my good luck charm,” he says, even though you knew that he would get frustrated with you for not going. “Harry, I just don’t like being there. I don’t like seeing you get hurt,” you say playing with the yarn that was coming out of your blanket. “I know darling. But I promise you that I’ll win. But I need you there supporting me”, he insisted. “Please”, he begged. Now it was your turn to stay silent. You didn’t like going and he knew that. What he didn’t know was the number of men who would bother you all night over Harry. Yes, Harry was scary when he would fight, a completely different person from how he was behind closed doors with you. There were men that were scared of him but there were also men who wanted to hurt him. You tried your best to ignore them but sometimes it was too much, and you would hide in the bathroom until the fight was over. If Harry knew he would flip out.

“Still with me darling?”, he says, his voice breaking you out of your thoughts. “Yeah. I’m here. I’ll go”, you whisper, mentally preparing yourself for what’s to come. “That’s my girl. I knew you wouldn’t let me down. I promise it’ll be worth it”, he says, a bit of relief in his voice from convincing you. “I hope so. I’ll see you there H”, you say. “I’ll see you there darling. Thank you”, he says before you hung up to get ready. When you did go to see the fights, you made sure you didn’t wear anything revealing or too out there. You wanted to hide as much as possible and one piece of clothing that helped you stay calm was Harry’s black sweater.

Looking at the clock you saw that it was already 10 meaning the fight would start in an hour. Since these were illegal fights, they had to occur late at night. Harry got paid a decent amount of money for winning these fights but that would mean that he would have to beat any person willing to go in the ring with him. You quickly changed into a pair of black leggings with a t-shirt and his sweater over it. You put your hair in a ponytail and put your favorite black cap over your head. All black should be easier for you to hide. You grabbed your small bag and phone and headed downstairs and out the door to go to the fight. Sitting in your car, you closed your eyes and prayed that the fight would go well and that you wouldn’t be bothered by anyone. Your turned the ignition on and drove to the location of the fight.

Once there, you got lucky with finding a close enough parking spot. The lot was full of cars and people drinking and smoking. You put the hood of the sweater over your head and headed straight into the club. There was music playing loudly from the speakers, women who were there were either dressed normal or half naked. Grabbing your phone you doled Harry. “Hello”, you hear him say. “Hey, I’m here. Can you come get me”, you say loudly so he could hear you. “Yeah. I’ll be right out”, he says. You hang up and walk towards the back where backstage was. As you got closer you see Harry coming out, his eyes searching for you. Once he saw you, a small smile played on his face. He grabbed your hand and quickly pulled you backstage and into his changing room. Once inside, he pulls you into a kiss. Instantly your cloudy mind clears. Your dose of Harry. “I’m so glad you’re here darling”, he says pulling you to the bench that was in the middle of the room. “Are you ready?”, you ask instantly picking up the white tape and helping him prepare for the fight. “I’m ready now that you’re here”, he says, kissing your forehead.

“I’ll be alright you know”, he says, reassuring you as he notices your tense body and silent mood. You force a small smile on your face and nod. “I know”, you whisper, finishing your task. “My darling. You’re as beautiful as can be”, he says, looking at your face and admiring you. A knock on the door broke him out of his trance. “Styles, it’s time”, his trainer announced. “It’s show time”, he says getting up and heading towards the door. “Harry”, you say making him stop in tracks and turning to look at you. You get closer to him and pull him into a big hug and kiss his lips. “Please be careful and win”, you say becoming nervous and anxious. “You worry too much love. It’ll be over before you know it”, he pinches your cheek before he exits the room leaving you and your thoughts.

Once a couple of minutes go by, you manage to gather yourself together and exit his changing room to go to the main area. To your luck, there wasn’t a lot of people in the halls. You shimmy your way through the loud crowd until you get to a good pace where you can see the fight. Blow after blow you see Harry and his opponent punch each other. It was like your breath would be knocked out of your body every time your lover would get hit. His face slowly becoming covered in cuts and bruises and blood. After a couple more punches though the scene changed. Harry was becoming too tired and got hit more repeatedly. From the corner of your eye you noticed his trainer yelling at him to focus. Your could hear your heartbeat against the loud crowd that surrounded you as you saw Harry get repeatedly hit in the face. “Come on Styles. Get your head in the game. Focus!”, his trainer yelled again. Harry looked throughout the crowd that surrounded him as he were looking for someone. Unfortunately, that caused him to get a huge blow to the face knocking him down and blood to spatter from his mouth. “Harry!”, you pushed your way though the crowd to get right in front of the ring. “Harry get up!”, you scream, trying to get his attention. “Harry please”, you yell, tears spilling from your face as you saw the state he was in. He looked discombobulated at first but once he saw you, his eye lit up. “Get up”, you yell and somehow, he got the strength to get up. The crowd cheered as he got to his feet and started the fight again. You watched intently as his demeanor changed, becoming the scary Harry that you didn’t lie. His eyes darkened and his body became more tight. He repeatedly threw blows to his opponent and he knocked him out, the crowd going wild. The referee started the countdown until the fight was over. 1…2…3..Harry had won. The referee lifted Harry’s hand up announcing him as the winner and everyone cheered. Although you were happy he had won, the thought of him being on the floor hurt hit you and you felt so many emotions all at once. You didn’t wait until he saw you, instead you left the venue and drove back to your apartment. You went to the fight as he wanted, you didn’t promise to stay. On your way home your phone kept blowing up with him calling you and texting you. You weren’t in the mood to answer but you knew that he would fin you in the same place as every other time.

You sat in your sofa and waited for him to arrive. You didn’t live together, hell you weren’t even together. It was more of a situationship. He found you fascinating and you were a distraction for him, like he was to you. On cue, the door opened revealing a frantic Harry. Of course he had the key to your place, like you did to his. “What the hell is wrong with you”, he said through gritted teeth. You didn’t answer. “I was worried sick. All I saw was you running out of there crying”, he said kneeling in from of you and pulling your face to face him. His eyes contained darkness and worry as he saw you tired and puffy eyes. “You scared me tonight”, your voice broke as a tears starting spilling from your eyes. The sight made his demeanor soften, getting up and sitting next to you as he pulled you in. “Shhh. I know darling. I’m sorry”, he apologized, running his fingers through your Hair to calm you down. You calmed down for your sake and wiped your eyes with the sleeve of his sweater. “You know, I wa looking for that sweater the other day”, he says causing you to break out in a small chuckle. “There’s that smile I adore so much”, he says kissing your cheek. “I’m sorry I ran out like that. I was just overwhelmed with emotion”, you say. “You don’t have to apologize. I was just worried about you”, he says kissing our lips. “I won thigh, like I promised”, he says, a cheeky smirk on his face. “You did”, you reply. “I think that deserves a prize, don’t you think?”, Harry says, his eyes turning darker filling with lust. It was the same routine almost every fight. You both celebrated with sex…very good sex.

Without saying a word, you stand in front of him and remove his sweater from your body. Then you removed your shirt and pants, maintaining eye contact with every item of clothes that you removed. He sat back on the sofa, his legs slightly opened as you stood between them. You reached the beck of your bra and unclipped it, removing it and throwing it to the side. He shifted in his seat, the bulge in his shorts becoming more prominent with each second that passed. You turn around, your back facing him, and bend down in front of him, taking your panties off. A small groan left his lips as he saw your naked body in front of him. You turned back around facing him, throwing your panties at him. Looking at you, he brought the panties up towards his face and smelled them. “You smell so good”, he murmurs, placing them to side.

“Come here darling”, he says, his voice becoming dominant, just the way you liked. You stepped closer to him as he sat up, his hands immediately touching your soft skin. He palmed your cheeks in his large hands, kneading them as he kissed your torso. His touch ignited the fire within you that brought the sex goddess within you to come out. You were his and he was yours. “I want to taste you”, he whispers against your skin. “Come”, he pulls you to sit on the sofa as he kneels down in front of you. “Let me see that pretty pussy”, he says, spreading your legs apart as your pussy becomes face to face with him. You were wet considering everything that had happened. His touch and his words always made you wet and want him in ways you couldn’t imagine. You spent nights dreaming of him taking you in ways only he could. Claiming your body. Claiming you his.

“Fuck”, he whispers, his hands coming in contact with your folds, spreading them so he could see how wet you were for him. He came closer to you and soon you felt his lips on your inner thigh, kissing and sucking on your skin, teasing you. “Harry”, you whine as he harshly sucked your thigh creating a small red mark. “Patience darling. I’ll take care of you”, he says kissing up your thigh and repeating his actions on your other thigh. You watched intently as he kissing your thighs. You loved watching him between your legs, it was a sight you dreamt about quite often. “I can’t wait to devour you”, he says and before you could rebuttal his lips attach to your wet cunt making you moan out. His tongue explores your pussy and claimed it as he circled your clit repeatedly. His tongue did wonders. It travelled to your wet hole, licking your nectar that gave him strength. His tongue went down to your other entrance, licking you up and down, his face moving side to side as he buried his face closer. “Oh fuck”, you moan out, the vibrations of his moans causing the familiar feeling inside you to ignite. “My god, I can’t get enough of you”, he said before spitting on your cunt and continued to devour you. Your moans became louder and more frequent a your orgasm became closer. He sucked on your clit repeatedly causing your legs to start to shake and start to close in on his head. “Of fuck fuck fuck… Harry I’m gonna-“, but before you could finish your orgasm took the best of you and you came hard on his mouth. That didn’t stop him though, spreading you open again to clean the mess you made and the mess he created.

H kissed up your body, nipping at your skin here and there as he took your nipple in his mouth and sucked, his tongue swirling around the small nub. Breathlessly you watched him, his other hand reaching down your leg to rub your clit. You moaned in pleasure, closing your eyes. “Suck baby”, he says, bringing his fingers to your mouth for you to suck. You do as asked, and you sucked his finfers, your tongue swirling around them, lubricating them. “Good girl”, he praises and being his fingers back down at your entrance. Attaching his lips to yours and kissing you her inserts his two fingers inside you, the stretch feeling like he n as you moaned. He thrusted them expertly inside you, finding your g—spot immediately. “You look so pretty while you’re getting fingered baby”, he says as he curls his fingers up, you mouth opened as you gasp in ecstasy. “You like getting fingered like this darling”, he copes, your wetness getting louder with each thrust of his fingers. You whine in pleasure as you nod your head. “Mmmm I don’t think you do darling. I want you to tell daddy how much you like it”, he says, his daddy kink coming out. He curls his fingers again making you gasp. “Mmm daddy, I love it. Fuck. I love it when you finger my pussy”, you whine, feeling your second organ approaching. “Good girl darling”, he says removing his fingers from you and bringing them up to his mouth to suck. “Mmm. Tastes so sweet”, he hums.

“I need your pretty little mouth on my cock darling. Can you do that for me”, he says and you immediately get on your knees in font of him. Removing hi shorts and boxers, his cock springs up against his torso. You lick the base of it and lick up until you reach the swollen tip and take it in your mouth. You swirl your tongue around the tip before going down and taking him in your mouth. “Fuuuck that feels good”, he moans as he wraps your ponytail in his hand and bobs your head up and down. Little by little you take more in your mouth until his full length is on your mouth, the tip hitting the back of your throat making you gag. You repeat the action again but this time staying down a bit longer making him groan at the sensation. A string of saliva attaches to the tip as you take him out of your mouth. “Fuck darling. I can’t wait any longer. I need to be inside you”, he says lifting you up onto his lap.

He wraps your leg around his waist as he positions you over his cock. “My pretty darling. So beautiful”, he murmurs grabbing the base of his dick and positioning himself at your entrance. You take a hold of his broad shoulders as you prepared for the intrusion you loved so much. Slowly you sank onto him, the stretch felt amazing, your head falling back in pleasure. His hands roamed over your hair and down your back, his lips trailing your chest and placing small kisses as he waited for you to adjust. You couldn’t take it anymore and rocked your hips onto him the friction causing both of you to sigh. Once you got use to it, you rocked onto no faster, the noice of your wetness and skin against skin filling your apartment. Your breathing became nonexistent as you took in the pleasure, a small layer of sweat becoming prominent on your skin. “That’s right darling. Ride daddy’s cock” he panted as he watched your body bounce, your breasts in his face taking you all in. He wrapped his arms around your waist holding you tight as he bucked his hips upwards, thrusting into you in a new angle that cause your moans to become louder.

“Harry I’m gonna cum”, you squeaked but before you could cum he changes positions. He flipped you over so you were on all fours, your head pressed against the sofa cushion, your ass in the air waiting for it to be claimed. He kneeled down and buried his face in your cunt, flicking his tongue against your clit at a fast pace. He quickly stood up and inserted himself into you. Not waiting for you to adjust he began thrusting into you in such a fast pace that your breath was knocked out of your chest. The feeling making your legs shake from how good you were getting fucked. His palms made contact with your ass, leaving a stinging sensation, a red mark becoming prominent. You looked back at him and watched as he watched where you both connected. He made eye contact with you and he maintained it until you came hard on his cock. The sound of your wetness becoming louder as you came onto him. You whimpered in pleasure as he continued to thrust into you until he finished, spilling his load inside you like usual. “Fucking hell darling. That was amazing”, he pants, exiting you. You could feel his cum slipping out of you and running down your thigh. “What a fucking sight”, he says. “Come darling, let’s get washed up”, he said, lifting you up in his arms and heading into the shower.

You showered without saying a single word to one another. He washed your hair and body and you did the same to him. He held your hips as you washed your body, occasionally placing kisses on your forehead. He could be so sweet with you it was amazing to see how he could switch it off when he was fighting. Once you were finished, he carried you to your bedroom where you both changed into clean clothes. Luckily you always made sure he had some of his clothing at your place just in case he stayed over, which wasn’t too often unfortunately. “Thank you for coming tonight darling. I know it’s not your scene but I appreciate the effort”, he says grabbing your hands and placing a single kiss on each one. You smiled softly, leaning down to peck his lips. “You always find a way to convince me Harry”, you say a soft smile playing on his lips. “Will you be staying tonight?”, a small amount of hope traced on your voice hoping that he would. “Do you want me to stay?”, he asks leaning down at you burying his face in your neck. “You know you’re always welcomed to stay”, you say hugging him. “Not the question I asked”, he chuckles pinching your cheeks. “You know I always want you to stay”, you whispered. “Then I’ll stay”, he whispers kissing your lips, a deeper kiss than usual. “I’ll always stay for you darling. Only you”, he says. His words held some emotion that he normally didn’t show. Deep down you had hope that things would become more but for now, you could only hope and be there for him. His darling.

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THINGS THAT I WOULD LIKE TO KNOW ABOUT MY FELLOW WRITERS

I can’t remember who tagged me with this or if I stole it 😭

Tagging: @elspethdekarios @sorceresssundries @fantasyfictionfables @lewdisescariot and anyone else??

No pressure friends as always and sorry for double tagging, this has sat in drafts for like days

Last book I read: For fun? I honestly can't remember. For my dissertation, Phantasmion by Sara Coleridge (and I haven't recovered, it was an acid trip of a fantasy novel)

Greatest literary inspirations: Bram Stoker (fave classic writer), Marissa Meyer (influenced my love of YA fairy tales), Ursula K. Le Guin (her style is SO GOOD)

Things in my current fandom I want to read but I don't want to write: I skim/read a lot of smut for someone who will never write it. I don't even read it that much, but occasionally something catches my eye (I appreciate you smutty, smutty people). What I'd want to read but not write is slice-of-life style shenanigans between characters, the kind that comic artists like @a2zillustration do really well. Send me recs if you know other BG3 comic artists!

Things in my current fandoms I want to write but I think nobody would be interested in them but me: my current masquerade fic I love writing stuff that is incredibly specific to my Tavs because I find it fascinating to explore different character perspectives and voices? But I know the fandom tends to enjoy generalized Tavs or "you" POVs more than specific OC characters, which is fair given the nature of the game, so I don't share as much of my Tav-specific stuff these days

You can recognise my writing by: the lack of smut...and probably an overuse of adverbs. and the fact that every chapter/oneshot is ridiculously long. I'm new to fanfic, okay, I wrote full books as a hobby before this lol

My most controversial take (current fandom): oh boy I have...many, probably...I've already gotten blocked for one hot take (I think it was a misunderstanding??) but it wasn't even my most controversial take. I think my most controversial take is that there is no One Correct Way to interpret a character, and anyone who tells you that "you're reading the game files wrong" or "that isn't what is canon" is ignoring the fact that a) that's not how interpretation works, and b) the branching nature of the game is going to necessarily mean that different people encounter different things in different orders and may not even get the dialogue that you hold so dear to your interpretation of the character, and that is okay. We shouldn't ask everyone to become an expert in every facet of their favorite character's identity because not everybody has the time or energy for that. We should just hope that people are having fun. Like I know this is a complex topic and I don't want to ramble about it here lol but that's the gist

Top three favourite tropes: in no particular order, 1) arranged/convenient marriage that leads to genuine love between characters, 2) super big tall buff scary guy (tortured past optional) is actually a total sweetheart who is a little afraid of his own strength (bonus points if he falls in love with a smol person he must protect and feels slightly unworthy of), and 3) FOUND FAMILY I love it every time

What’s your current writing mood (10 – super motivated and churning out words like crazy, 0 – in a complete rut): fic writing I'm like....idk a 6? dissertation writing, which I am actually supposed to be writing, is a solid 1.

Share a random frustration: my students keep insisting on using AI to write their assignments and it is BEYOND frustrating how much time it takes up for me to read their assignment, mark where they've used AI, and then forward it to the next tier in our "Guess what you done fucked up" system for this class