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[trace-owo]

Puppy Puppy Puppy Puppy Puppy Puppy Puppy o(^▽^)o

My sincere apologies but I had to get that out of my system real quick before spontaneously combusting IRL ૮(˶˃ᆺ˂˶)ა

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April Fools’ 2024

This is our translated version of the event held on AidaIro’s twitter account for April Fools’ Day 2024. We hope you enjoy!

(Read it on twitter.)

You're a member of a certain occult forum. Among the various spooky stories posted every day, you find one a bit stranger then usual... Almost as if it were a cry for help—

――Hello, is anybody there?

POLL:

There is ✅

There isn't 

Thank God, somebody replied!

I know this is out of the blue, but will you hear my story?

POLL:

Sure ✅

No thanks

When I woke up, I was sitting in an unfamiliar train. Instead of what I usually carry, there was an old cellphone in my pocket along with a piece of paper that said "Use when you're in a bind." There's no service, so I can't call anyone or anything like that, but for some reason I can access this website.

I heard about this once from Teru-nii... But this is THAT website, isn't it!? The anonymous forum for talented freelance exorcists!? I mean, everyone's name here is "Anonymous Exorcist", after all!

POLL:

That’s right ✅

We’re regular people

Sweeeeet! In that case, I'll tell ya what's been happening over on my end, and you exorcism experts can tell me what to do! Thanks for the help!

First off, it looks like I'm inside of a train. I don't take the train to school, so I don't know what line I'm on or anything... About 30 minutes have gone by, but it hasn't stopped at any stations yet. It's hard to explain, but something’s off...I get the feeling this is no ordinary train.

POLL:

You should take a good look around the train car ✅

You shouldn't move around unprepared

Got it! I'll take a look around the other cars, then.

... I've explored around 2 to 3 cars by now, but it's about the same everywhere. Like me, a number of other people are riding the train, but they all seem to be asleep.......Ahh!! 

Excuse me for the outburst, I just recognized one of the other passengers. I'll try waking him.

Rise and shine, bud. Now, how'd you wind up in a place like this...? "I just woke up here"...? Guess I have no choice but to take you with me, then.

Oh, looks like the train's stopped. I'll see if we can get off now.

Looks like this station's been deserted. Nobody's here, and it's weirdly quiet, too...gives me the creeps. Now how do we get home...?

There's a signboard with the station's name on it, but it's so worn out that I can't make out what it says... It's made up of 4 hiragana characters, though. Do you have any ideas, my expert exorcists!?

POLL:

Ki 1️⃣

Sa 3️⃣

Ra 2️⃣ 

Gi 4️⃣ 

Ah, so this is Kirasagi Station! Yeah, now that you've said it, I remember thinking it was that... You guys are insanely in the know...but who would expect less from a group of exorcism experts!

By the way, while I was waiting on your replies, I took a look around the station and found a telephone box. I only have a single 10 yen coin on me, but...I'm thinking I should try calling someone. Who's my best bet? 

POLL:

You should call a family member

If you have one, maybe a dependable upperclassman? ✅

An upperclassman...? Got it. I'll give them a call. I can't talk long, since it's only a 10 yen coin, but...hopefully I learn something useful!

――Brrrring brrring... click! ???: "Hello? Who's this...?"

Nene: "Kou-kun!? Why are you calling from a suspicious number!?" "You're lost in a mysterious train station...? O-oh nooo!" "Hanako-kun, what do we do!?"

Hanako-kun: "Hey, kid. You in trouble again?" "I have two pieces of advice for you:" "First, if you want to go home, then you should follow the train tracks." "Second..."

Hanako-kun: "The signal's weak inside the tunnel, so be careful, okay?" Click! Beeep, beeep, beeep...

It disconnected. I hope I didn’t worry senpai... Anyway, for now I'll just do what Hanako said and follow the train tracks. He may go out of line at times, but despite being an evil spirit, I don't think he's all bad...but uh, that's a story for another time!

Come on, Mitsuba, let's go! ...I'm a can't-function-without-instructions earring?? Look who's talking! Now shut up and follow me.

... ..... ...Hm?

There's someone on the tracks just ahead. A forest surrounds us on both sides, so the only way through is forward...

I feel like they're trying to tell me something... ...Do you guys know?

POLL:

It's someone you don't know

It's someone you know ✅

Someone I know...? You mean someone in trouble like we are? ...No?

???: "---eyyyy. Heyyyy!"

Huh!? That's...hey, that's Hanako! But I just talked to you on the phone...and now you're lost? In that case, you can come with us and...

???: "It's dangerous to walk on the train tracks." "It's dangerous to walk on the train tracks." "It's dangerous to walk on the train tracks."

W-what!? You're not Hanako!!! L... Let's get outta here, Mitsuba!!!

???: "It's dangerous to walk on the train tracks." "It's dangerous to...."

Th-that was close... Looks like he isn't...chasing after us... I never would've expected a fake Hanako to show up! We've gotta proceed more carefully next time... Sh-shut up, Mitsuba. I wasn't scared!!

We've been walking for a while now, yet we haven't come across a single station... Hm? Is that-- ...A tunnel?

We can't see what's up ahead, but me and my buddy here are gonna go ahead and check it out anyway. I'll update you guys after we've gotten inside!

POLL:

Just don't let go of their hand, alright? ✅

Who is that beside you?

The road splits into two from here. I can’t see the end of either path… Right or left, which should we choose……? Let’s ask the experts!

Huh? I can’t post anything anymore. Maybe there’s no signal here... Hm? What is it, Mitsuba?

You can hear festival music coming from the left path? Flutes and drums? “It sounds lively and fun”? But I don’t hear anything...

…You want me to come with you?

...No. I'm not going left with you. You know what...

💻

POLL:

Kvu'a sla nv vm opz ohuk. (Don’t let go of his hand.) ✅

Sla nv vm opz ohuk. (Let go of his hand.)

You...

You're coming with me!

I see light! The exit's near! Just a little fur--

--THER!?

???: "I can't follow you any further. So long, Minamoto-kun." "Take care of yourself, alright?"

......

...Huh? I'm at...the neighborhood tunnel? What was I doing all the way out here? I feel like I was just with someone, too, but I can't remember who... Hm? There's something in my pocket...

It's a broken cellphone. Maybe someone lost it. It ain't mine, that's for sure... --Oh, crap! It's gotten really dark outside. I better hurry home...

Thanks for all the help, guys! ...? Uhh, who am I thanking exactly...? Eh, who cares.

I'm hooome!

🚃 The End 🚃

[starryriize]

this love | leehan

a/n: ahh my first bnd post! please enjoy :) i think i'm pretty proud of this one, but as always let me know what i can work on 🫶🏼 on a side note, i love leehan so much it's driving me insane😭

summary: leehan confesses that he would like to take you on a date

"god. you're so in love with her." taesan rolled his eyes, sighing as he watched his best friend stare at the girl across the room. leehan scoffed, sighing as he retorted, "And you still haven't given me any ideas as to how to confess." leehan's heart nearly melted as he watched you fall over laughing with your friend over something that she said. he would not call this a crush or unrequited love, rather, he was convinced that you were his future. leehan loves many things from his friends to his fish, but he adores you. just as leehan got lost in his thoughts, taesan suddenly shrieked.

"what?! why are you so loud?" leehan rubbed the side of his head, wishing that taesan hadn't interrupted his thoughts. he turns to taesan, curiously asking, "Have you finally got an idea so i can confess? i think my heart might actually fall out of my chest if i don't confess, man." taesan playfully slaps leehan before placing his hand on leehan's shoulder. "listen," taesan began, "just walk up to her!" leehan turns to face taesan with a face that said you honestly think it's that easy...

there you were looking so beautiful, like a Disney princess that his older sister would tell him about when he was younger. gathering all of the courage left inside him, he began walking towards you, rehearsing what he wanted to say. okay, the walk was a little shorter than planned, he thought to himself.

"oh, leehan! hi, what's up?" you smiled at him. upon noticing he was staring at the ground, you tilted your head under his, catching his line of sight. "o-oh. uhm..." leehan scratched the back of his neck nervously, his eyes shifting everywhere but toward you. how was he supposed to be confident?

"well...ithinkyou'recuteandi'dliketotakeyouonadate." he spoke, all too fast for you to even comprehend what he said. you laugh, the kind of laugh that leehan wishes to hear every day for the rest of his life. smiling to yourself, you tease him asking, "Sorry, could you repeat what you said?" you caught the jist of what he said, but you simply wanted to hear it again. how could you not tease leehan when he's so adorable when he's shy?

before he could say his confession again, you took his hand in yours. staring into his eyes, you smiled saying, "yes, you can take me on a date." you didn't see it, but at that moment, when you took his hand, leehan's ears flushed pink. it wasn't from the cold.

and so began your relationship with leehan🫶🏼

[the-nysh]

Hi there!! I just saw your tags on the Vash marksman appreciation post and I really REALLY gotta know your thoughts on the fight choreography bc while I did martial arts as a kid I don’t remember everything and just extremely curious!! Wanna appreciate the thoughts put behind making this boyo!!

👀👀!!! Yes, hello! (Note: I'm also about 10yrs rusty out of practice in hapkido--a Korean defensive art that combines many styles from judo/aikido/etc, so while I may not remember all the formal terms and stuff, I can still SEE the very real and very sexy close combat choreography + randori/grapples/ground work they're smoothly throwing in there!) I've briefly tag-ranted on some former gifs I've reblogged here & here but OK, I can indulge into a little more detail! :D

Let's start with this gif, which is such a nice introductory tease!

The point-blank bullet dodging is some of that sick looking 'rule of cool' inhuman spice, but oh what's this?? 👀 The other dude is dumbly holding his arm out (non-defensively, since if that guy were smart about close fighting, he'd have his other hand up at the ready too) right in Vash's personal space, ripe for the taking - to which OH YES he easily blocks with the prosthetic arm and transitions right into a throw for the takedown. Where he shoves the fool over his shoulder with a lot more power (which is hard to do, esp from a standing position without a solid grip on any lapels either; woo he just goes right in for it), rather than using the dude's own momentum against him, since the guy's literally just standing there (as a stationary weight) rather than trying to punch him in a brawl. But LOOK what else Vash does!!! His block with the prosthetic becomes a grip that both holds/pulls onto the guy's arm during the throw and disarms the guy - by tossing his gun away, in one swift movement! :O Not only that, but there!! We see the first quick tease of him reverse-griping his own heavy brick of a gun into a tonfa position to strike the guy at the back of the neck for a non-lethal stun!!! That is SO cool!!! ;o; Some galaxy-brained application of his no-killing fighting style (using both arms + his revolver in his repertoire...oh wait, that already makes up the title's literal 3 guns *gets shot*) where it looks so fresh and seamlessly smooth af. Great stuff.

Then the Livio fight, despite him being double-armed with long-range weapons, is full of close-range gold from the way Vash tackles him, straddles him, and pins him to the floor with a (forceful!) choke to the throat (like whoa excuse me hello), but ALSO from the self-aware way Vash always has his guard up to keep both of Livio's guns out of the way at all times. D: Whether parrying bullets with his prosthetic, blocking/holding the guns away with that arm too (as shown), or even using his own gun defensively as a tonfa-shield to reinforce his blocks as well.

So then we get to THIS GIF, the same sequence that drove you insane for his smooth marksmanship tracking, drives ME insane for his immediate close-quarters holywhattheflyingshit did he just DO!?!?!?! 👀👀

LOOK AT HIM!!! Honestly it's kinda hard to see everything from how fast he goes, but I love the way he zips in there to grapple Livio off-balance, and ahh!! Look at the way Vash ducks and defensively keeps both arms up (this is SO important, because once you've trained you'll notice how in so many movies/comics' 'rule of cool' martial arts moves, they'll often have a character wildly swing their arms out to the sides to counter-balance kicks and stuff, but no--that's bad/unsafe form; bc if you're in a real fight you need to keep both arms up and ready at all times if you want to protect your core/face from getting blown off! Which just as you've noted, is something that needs to be practiced! The fact Vash has kept his unblemished pretty face for 150yrs is testament to that~) Vash knows how to simultaneously use his prosthetic AND his gun as needed--cause look at that, he swiftly holds it reversed as a tonfa again to block Livio's gun swing, which is a really cool way to use a gun as a shield to protect his own flesh arm from the incoming blows.

But that's not all, because ahaaa~ Fighting defensively is not all he's got up his sleeve! The little boxing jab he throws to Livio's face with his prosthetic arm makes me giggle, because OH YEAH that's a real thing! A type of distraction strike you pull - the same as stomping on a foot or kicking someone in the balls, to disorient your opponent off-guard first before you serve your real (offensive) move. Which in Vash's case leads up to a....O___O;;!?!? TF is THAT.

Here's where they're teasing in more of that inhuman spice again, because Vash holds Livio's guns out of the way (as usual) and revs up for a....fucking one-punch to the solar plexus at point-blank?!? D8 Whatwhatwhatwhat!!! Because that wasn't his gun's doing at all; he was still holding it defensively in that arm as a tonfa! That was his real arm's natural brute strength bitch!!! aaaahaha!!! wow I love it. The guy modestly says he's not much of a fighter but that's not trueeee at all, is it~ ;) I can SEE real proof of that otherwise and I can't wait for what else studio orange will show us to blow our minds.

*Ahem* So anyway did I ever mention how much I like the way he reverses the grip on his gun to use as a tonfa? (both defensively as a shield to protect himself and offensively to stun/strike his opponents with) For thematically how much it seamlessly works for his fighting style to never kill, for how the improvised (but practiced!) close-range practicality and versatility of it looks crazy awesome, and because damn, that shit's hot.

[neptuniadoesstuff]

(Basic) Gaiawing Ref Sheet

Heres the (Basic) Gaiawing. Please note not EVERY Gaiawing looks like this. This is just what they're pictured as.

Wingless Ver

Winged Ver (Backside & Frontside)

(If this took forever to post I'm sorry but TUMBLR was being a compete butt to me & it makes me wanna go insane. LIKE I HAD HOTSPOT ON)

So.... I deff didn't struggle drawing this- OK NAYBE I DID bcs 1) I DONT DRAW DRAGONS ALL TOO MUCH! & 2) Ibispaint was killing me mentally. (Also what I just said like on top of this)

Anyways.. This is the final product of the Basic Gaiawing Ref. Originally gonna be like a diagram but if you know me... I L I K E C O L O R .

All I can say shortly is: Fluffy Dragons with bird wings that scream when someone is dyin- (No, seriously they do that- They're like living electric vitals monitors according to a frend of mine-) Also they live on a land not canon to the WoF series at all.

If you wanna learn more about them you can go to the link down below. (Bcs I spent like dys actually working on the frikin goobers & I don't wanna suffer NOW SO I?)

So I guess that's it for this one. Still kinda stressed that Tumblr was being a total butt to me but it's not important atm. So yeh... I hope u enjoy this drawing.. Well DRAWINGS, that I made. (Or not, I don't dictate what ppl like or not like, just don't be a jerkwad about it)

Credits

Tribe/Character design belongs to me. (& I created it)

Art is mine.

Program: Goofy ahh IbisPaint

Bubs' TOS: Plz don't repost/steal, trace, or recolor my art WITHOUT MY PERMISSION! If you do, I'll take yur femur and pelvis.. SO, DON'T THINK ABOUT IT! (The PNS on my blog's pinned post clearly means "Please No Steal" plz follow that rule.) If you do post my art on anything like yur blog or somewhere else (With my permission) PLEASE CREDIT ME!

[tennessoui]

You're a wonderful writer, you deserve all the treats! 🎃🍭🍬🍫🍦🧁✨

awww thank you so much 🥹🥹

it is no longer halloween but i have a couple of trick or treat asks that i didn't get to cause my time management leaves a lot to be desired & little time to desire it lol so to spare people's dashes but to not leave anyone in the wind, i'm gonna respond to all of them in one long post :D (this one)

see beneath the cut!! you guys did great there were like almost no repeats even though there statistically probably should have been???

🍬🍬 hello thank you 🧡

i already answered a kuwsk one, so for roadtrip au....

here is a little drabble from an upcoming scene in the roadtrip au (squick tag:a/b/o):

Obi-Wan narrows his eyes in his direction. "What's wrong, Anakin?" "Nothing," he says. Shit, that came out too fast. Obi-Wan's eyes narrow further, like he agrees. "You've been acting strangely all day," the love of his life says. "You didn't even say anything when I pointed out the pancake house for breakfast. You didn't even say anything when I got a cinnamon roll at the coffee shop!" "You had two servings of vegetables yesterday," Anakin mumbles, placing both hands on the wheel and looking at the road. Maybe if he pretends this stretch of flat wasteland road in front of him is the most interesting thing in the world and requires his entire concentration, Obi-Wan will drop the subject. Obi-Wan does not seem to pick up on this. He scoffs instead, and crosses his arms. "When has that ever been enough to you? Since this entire thing started?" "Obi-Wan--" "And we've been listening to my podcast for the past two hours!And you haven't mentioned it once!" "Fine," Anakin snaps, tightening his hands and then loosening his grip with effort. "Fine, congratulations. Yeah, something's wrong. I'm working through it though, okay?" On his side of the car, Obi-Wan draws himself up, and then seemingly shrinks himself down a moment later. "Is--" his hand falls onto Anakin's arm before it drops away. "Is this...because of the other night?" Anakin's jaw clenches. Them having sex hasn't just been kept to the other night. They fucked their way through all of North Dakota and Montana over the course of the last two days. But sure, the other night. "No." "Because if it is--" the omega's voice is timid and it makes Anakin's chest hurt. "You're not wearing my clothes," Anakin blurts out. "You smell different and I hate it and I know it's stupid and weird and some Dark Ages Alpha bullshit, but you need to be wearing my shirt or I'm going to fucking lose my mind, Obi-Wan." The words draw Obi-Wan up short. Anakin cuts his eyes to the side and he can see his omega's mouth hanging slightly open. Anakin taps his tongue against the back of his teeth. Great, now he sounds like some insane micro-managing lunatic. "And I think I'm going into rut." Now he sounds like a horny micromanaging lunatic. Perfect.

👻 ahh trick or treat for the naughtiest au that deserves NO treats!! 🧡

some nasty info on the cheating au i haven't talked about like. all their flying lessons. when obi-wan and anakin start fucking (before they're in love with each other), obi-wan devises a plan to get anakin alone more often so they can fuck on the weekends and not just at their places of work lol. it involves complaining to padmé about needing to really learn how to fly now that his uh valet has retired. he can't get a new one. no, that's not an option. so does padmé know anyone who flies very well and would be down to perhaps teaching him in their free time?

and padmé is like oh i do actually! my husband anakin is a very good flier. would you like me to connect you two? he came with me to your party.

and obi-wan is like i think i remember him :> he would be...available?

and anakin is guilty but very available

so they mostly spend all their flying lessons fucking in the cock pit because obi-wan's been able to fly since he was a kid. padmé learns about this either after the very end where she finds out about their affair, OR she learns about it in the lead up to the very end where she's feeling very suspicious but she's been ignoring it for THIS long so.....

🧛‍♀️🦇

trick or treat 🧡

twilight au 🧡

a headcanon for the twilight au! obi-wan's biggest pet peeve with anakin is that he absolutely hates being guided or directed in any way. he fights just to fight and obi-wan enjoys putting him in place but it would be fucking easier if anakin didn't spend so much time arguing over like. how many vegetables he should have a day. and how much water he needs to drink. obi-wan is a licensed doctor like 36 times over for fuck's sake.

anakin's biggest pet peeve is obi-wan constantly tries to mind trick him to see if his immunity will falter or fail. anakin's like for the love of god obi-wan im not a science experiment, jesus christ--'

and obi-wan hisses (cause vampire), and obi-wan's like 'you can't tell me you didn't just want to see if that was just a vampire myth'

assholes to each other <3 for eternity <3

😈 trick or treat 👽

omg smithsonian au......you know what they do for halloween, these two fuckers?? padmé invites everyone over to her (very fancy apartment) for pumpkin carving and obi-wan and anakin are so fucking annoying. they turn into a competition about who can carve the best pumpkin. obi-wan calls anakin's first attempt (a cat face) lowbrow (obi-wan carved a jellyfish), and anakin throws pumpkin guts into obi-wan's hair (he's a ginger, no one will even be able to tell!)

it goes on and on until padmé dismisses them from her apartment because it's either that or carve into anakin and obi-wan.

after getting kicked out of pumpkin carving they accidentally go on a romantic autumnal walk. they stop at a street light and anakin picks pumpkin guts out of obi-wan's hair.

it makes them feel so many things they're not mature enough to talk about

trick or treat! 🎃😸

oh ho ho the cult au! that doesn't even have a tag! (but basically it's an au where jedi obi-wan is tasked with investigating a Force adjacent cult on the desert planet Tatooine, and it's anakin obviously who is so powerful in the force he's made a whole cult out of it and sets his sights on obi-wan as his forever partner)

here is a 3 line drabble!

The boy's head tilts, and his eyes are heavy, piercing gold. They pin Obi-Wan in place even from across the room. It is immediately completely obvious who among the people in this room has influenced the Force. Even though the boy could not be more than twenty, his entire presence radiates pure power. Obi-Wan has never felt a Force signature so aggressive, so strong. For the first time since he heard the rumors, since the Council handed him the file for this mission, Obi-Wan can believe that there is a Child of The Force on this desert planet. A demi-god, whose attention can change futures, destinies-- "Approach," the boy commands, extending a hand out over the empty space surrounding him. "Obi-Wan Kenobi."

trick or treat 👽🎃

hello hello the selkie au <3

here is a bit of background thought on the selkie au! one of the things i include in most fics/characterizations of anakin is that he's a pretty one partner for life kind of person (in that he married padmé after being obsessed with her forever in canon, and one of my favorite fanons is that his very first crush/sexual awakening was obi-wan and then he would have totally married obi-wan if obi-wan was a bit different character)

but in selkie au, anakin has a very long history of dating/trying to fall in love, which is like pretty unique in my writing!

and obi-wan probably has like only a few partners he's been head over heels with, and he falls really hard for anakin which makes their (temporary) break up so much harder for him personally

trick or treat ! 😈

and omg for the space actors au??? ok ok

so obi-wan and anakin are in a holo film where they have to be jedi which will mean very serious research

and they absolutely go to the jedi temple and fuck in like a few sacred places, but tbh so many other jedi have also fucked there so that it's no big deal......even if they get caught.....and even if the make-up department has to spend a small fortune covering up their hickies they somehow got on a "research trip"

(the holonet runs a scandalous article about which jedi broke their vows of celibacy and slept with famed actor anakin skywalker?)

(obi-wan is offended that his handiwork is not recognized)

(the jedi order has to put out a statement to say that actually there are no enforced vows of celibacy though jedi may choose to follow whichever personal vows they would like)

(and if a jedi slept with anakin skywalker, the jedi council has decided they do not want to know. or hear about it anymore. thank you.)

🎃 trick or treat 🦇

i actually got asked for lslm 3 more times after you sent this in, but you were the first to ask after lslm so congrats on beating the crowd haha

ok sooooo here's a bit of the new chapter (remember, anakin's discovered that padmé has a golden wolf's mask in her luggage, what the council's intelligence has said is what the traitor will be wearing):

Padmé's eyes are unreadable when she looks back up at him. He’s been compromised. Fucking stars. He’s been compromised within the first five minutes of his mission. The enemy—the alpha in the golden wolf’s mask—she knows he is lying, she knows who he is, and she’s dangerous. She’s dangerous, and Obi-Wan is here. Anakin can feel his shoulders straightening at the reminder. Obi-Wan is here, sharing the same air as Amidala, the woman who now knows too much. If Anakin is compromised, it will only be a few minutes before Obi-Wan is compromised as well. Obi-Wan will not be threatened on this mission. Anakin will not allow it, even if it means silencing Amidala himself. She had shown him kindness and compassion when he had been nothing but a slave. And then again when he had been nothing but a boy crying out for his master. But it seems she’s forgotten what loyalty is.  Anakin can remind her. But before he can step forward into her personal space, slip control of his pheromones so that all she can smell is willing omega, tease her fingers before interlacing them with his own and pulling her out of the entrance room into a more private location—before he can take the first step towards extinguishing this threat to his alpha’s safety, someone touches Padmé’s bare shoulder.

trick or treat!! 🎃👻

a fish hook, an open eye--what a fic, thank you for sending this and therefore reminding me of it lol 🧡

hm quick head canon for this fic is....anakin actually honestly makes obi-wan a better person and sorta saves the galaxy. see, he would have stopped at nothing to take down the jedi order, but then anakin comes into his life and all his priorities sort of change.

mostly cause anakin doesn't really care about ruling the galaxy. he's very family focused (thanks, obi-wan) and he wants his family to be safe and hidden -- probably because a lot of sidious' initial teaching enforced in him that safe = hidden

and obi-wan...he doesn't actually want to give up his dreams and he would sure love to see the jedi die for no other reason than they're stingy about who gets to use the Force or whatever, but....he likes the family he has with anakin. he could be content with setting up an empire in the outer rim. he doesn't need galactic wide conquest. he's already conquered the bestest part of the galaxy (anakin)

cody is going to be sick. this is disgusting, and the thought that obi-wan and anakin actually make each other better is too awful to even consider. straight lies and deception.

🧛‍♀️🍬 trick or treat!!! 😈

oooo time traveler ahsoka au!

here is a drabble for time traveling ahsoka au during one of the re-dos (specifically, the one where obi-wan is duke of mandalore and anakin is a Jedi General married to Senator Amidala and they respect their duties at the cost of their almost love):

Even though Ahsoka had not screamed along with Anakin when she'd seen Obi-Wan's body struck by droid-fire---she could not, she had no body, just another thing to add to the long list of things she'd given up for this, for the galaxy---her throat feels raw, as if she has been sobbing for hours the way her master has been, seated slumped over in the chair next to the Duke of Mandalore's cot. Anakin is quiet now, though every so often a fresh tear will roll down his reddened cheek as he sits silently, hand clutching Obi-Wan's own. A part of Ahsoka is screaming at her to reset this scenario. Obviously, these two souls are as entangled together as their fingers currently are. But it would be cruel. Wouldn't it? To end this run now, when Obi-Wan and Anakin are so recently wounded? And they have been so reasonable up until this moment. They have been cordial, respectful---friends, brothers in arms. Obi-Wan has almost died. Surely, Anakin is allowed to mourn. Surely if Ahsoka existed in this scenario, if she were Anakin's padawan and she'd be struck down, he would sit at her bedside and cry over her sleeping form. Right? It takes three tries for the words to pass Anakin's lips, and when he does finally speak, Ahsoka can barely understand him. He has pressed his mouth to the back of Obi-Wan's hand. "Never again," he mumbles against the duke's skin. "You do not belong here, and I would--I would tear my heart out and leave it for safekeeping on Mandalore before I would watch you take on blaster fire again." Ahsoka's mouth opens, spell words meant to reset the circumstances on her tongue. It sounds like a love confession, and she knows that those such things are to be avoided. Her mind begins to race. A new scenario---this time, she will keep them apart forever---this time, they will never meet, and the galaxy will--- "When you wake," Anakin's voice derails her thoughts and holds her tongue. "I will send you back to your wife. And it will be the end. It will--it is time. To end." Ahsoka's mouth closes. The words evaporate. Her chest tightens, and though this should feel as if she's dodged a blaster shot, it feels like she's been hit.

trick or treat 🍬🧡

i gave a little drabble of the couples counseling au for the last trick or treating ask re: couples counseling au so i'm gonna give just a bit of a headcanon this time!

in couples counseling au, the jedi council absolutely knows that they're seeing a couples therapist who specializes in married partners 💙 probably a few of them think that anakin and obi-wan know that as well, but most of them are like. well. they'll figure it out right? some of it may be applicable? they're definitely better than how they were a month ago so, no harm no foul etc etc

[chiquititaosita]

Monster Trio catching Latina S/o dancing to cumbias while doing chores on deck and joins her

Songs will be included at the end of the post :)

Crack fic, fluff, Established relationships, Y/n is just in her ✨señorita✨era, slight nsfw it’s suggestive. Zoro being a dacryphiliac, slight racism mentioned in sanjis (angst)

Luffy

Song- “El Chico Apartmento 512 ” by Selena

-Luffy was going to get you from waxing the Sunny’s deck, but it turns out you beat him to it.

- you’ll be shaking your hips little by little. Just humming to it.

- you’re just moving your feet to the beat. It’s all muscle memory.

-“ Hey y/n I just wanted to see if- OOOH LEMME DANCE WITH YOU!” He’ll run straight towards you to dance with you.

-you’ll feel relived when it’s just him. you find it funny over the fact. You finished cleaning the deck at 5:12 pm when the song has number 512

- if he finds you singing along. He’s gonna be terrible so terrible y’all will get a warning from a cranky zoro who can’t nap in peace 😭

-“what? I liked the song!” luffy will pout.

-either that or he won’t care. He’ll just be on his way to play with ussop and chopper

-“it doesn’t matter we can’t let you or zoro get arrested because of some cumbia.” Sanji explained as he was serving you a drink and appetizers.

- That was until he saw a angy y/n with her eyes twitching, and your delicate skin shivering. this was one of the rare times luffy or sanji has ever seen you mad like at all. We don’t tolerate Selena slander

-“y/n Chan is right behind me isn’t she.” Luffy just nodded silently. as you kicked his back, and slapped him with the chancla.

”never turn off my shit again unless I ask you to.”

-you let him go and just continued your chores.

Zoro

“Piensa en mi “ byGrupo Mojado

-Zoro would be napping and bopping his head along to the song playing.

-he’d just be bored, without you again missing you in your presence. He goes to see what you’re doing and you’re dancing with a teddy bear

- he couldn’t help but blush and smile. “Oi, if you wanted me to dance with you should’ve asked me.”

-“AHH! How long were you standing there!?!”

-“ a few seconds.” he rolled his eyes as he walked over to you after leaning against your door entry way.

-he began dancing with you. “Like this right?” He mumbled. And you nodded in reply.

-THE FACT HE REMEMBERS HOW TO DANCE CUMBIAS WHEN YOU TAUGHT HIM IS SO ADORABLE

-“what is guy saying it’s pretty catchy.” He asks as you both continue to dance in your sleeping quarters.

-“ Piensa en mi means think of me and llorar por mi means cry for me.”

-“you think you can cry for me right now?” He whispered huskily as he threw onto your bed.

-“ZORO!”

Sanji

Song- “Chiquilla ” By A.B Quintanilla III Y Los Kumbia Kings

- now this would happen when you’re helping sanji clean up the kitchen and the dining area. Since you always help him wash the dishes. you and your music playing.

- When you started putting up the dishes that were ready to dry, you saw a familiar blonde cook hum along to the song.

-he then lit his cigarette and puffed out the smoke, chuckling lightly as he is watching you dance while cleaning like a true Hispanic mother waking you up around 7-8 am blasting cumbias.

-“ Oi! Luffy I thought I told you I don’t want you in my- Y/n! MEROLINEEE!!! What are you doing?! washing dishes!?” He was so shocked and you giggled at him placing the clean dish down embracing him. He couldn’t help but feel bad, but relieved at the same time.

-The crazy captain was driving the poor guy to insanity Lowkey.

-“helping you so you can have more time to relax. You overwork yourself corazón.” You stood on your tippy toes to kiss him if you’re short.

- he just sighed happily at you. “Since you’re the one insisting on me having this time of relaxation, would you care to have this dance with me mon amour?”

-“why of course. this song reminds me of you heavily.” you giggled at the fact that the song does indeed remind you of sanji. talking about how you have him trapped in thoughts just by seeing you and only you.

. “This song reminds you of me?” His eyes widened a bit as you took the cigarette out of his mouth back onto his acrylic ashtray. you nodded

-“it’s a cute love song that’s why, talking about how I stole your heart.” it really reminded of how society won’t like y’all mostly because of racism. you were surprised about how much he wanted to pursue you. In which he succeeded.

- So far everyone’s been supportive. I mean yes y’all have had people give you weird stares at you in public. but that didn’t matter to sanji, he’ll literally kick in a bitch. Like this one time someone told you to go back into your own country.

THOMP

-and of course it was an old person. He got him real good and defended you countless times

- nah but that’s when you knew he was the one. Because sanji really did keep his word. And he always will.

-“you really have captured my heart my darling.” he grinned as he spun you around. Mans was good at dancing.

-“since that day I have confessed my feelings to you, you have never been out of my sight. I knew I just have to protect you. I’m sorry you have had to go through so much. Mon amour.”with the most beautiful hair, pretty (colored) orbs. A beautiful smile. And a kind heart.If only you could understand how lucky Sanji is to have someone like you.

-“I promise to do my best to protect you with all of my life, and strength that the oceans let me, just to be by your side.” He whispers that type of shit into your hair when you’re dancing with him. you hugged him as the song ended

-“Any special Request for dinner tonight?”

-“you.” You’ll smirk at him, he’ll carry you bridal style and let’s just say the dish tonight was cafe con leche 😏😏

[imagines-babes]

Easy (Foolish)

Hello sorry for not posting on Sunday but hey here a new story. Anyways today story is short(560words) it's about foolish. He said I believe that sometimes he builds and once he is done with streaming and in bed he would think about his builds. Which I think that is true. Today song is just a cozy song, 'Easy' by Mac Ayres. I do hope you enjoy. And I think the next one will be about Wilbur so till later.

Foolish list Masterlist

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It late at night, Foolish just ended his stream of Valo matches. Winning all except 2. My guess that was all he did today on stream. He laid next to me. While I say putting my phone on the side of me. Slowly plays with his hair. He wrap his arm around my hips taking a breath.

"What do you think of the build?" At first I didn't know what he meant till I look at him. "Of the house? I mean you picked a good house," I started to look around his room, "probably need to rearrange and clean but it's nice." That when he started laughing nothing like his famous laugh just a short giggle. I was just confused on what or why he was laughing. "No no y/n I meant In Minecraft," my facial expressions changed to an 'ahh' moment. Then that made his short giggle to his famous laugh. 

He started to hold his stomach catching his breath slowly. "I mean if the ship that I was making today on hardcore?" All I did was made o around my mouth giving a nod. "Now I get it. Well what are you making it out of? Oak, Birch, Spruce-," he stopped my sentence. "Making it out of Spruce right now I think it looks good but then maybe it would've been better with Dark oak or-" I shake my head no. "Don't do that." Foolish look at me with a puzzle face. "Don't think about it all night you tend to do that. Think about builds. Wondering if it's the right color or to change the wood. We don't need another chandelier moment." I gave him a laugh remembering the memory.

Foolish was doing the mansion in Manchester while he started to shout at the computer. Going upstairs to the room saying him to his family on the way. Opening the door he saw mt handing him food, "what are you yelling about now?" I look at his monitor seeing 'The Chandelier.' "I did it. i finished the chandelier Y/n. I also did more to the outside man you should've saw it earlier all of it was just scaffolding everywhere." Then after he started to show me around with his friend,Ranboo. We both said our hellos. Than he started to ramble on about Spruce or Birch with the interior while his chat goes on saying hi while I wave. Then foolish started to go crazy all over everything. Looking for missing block. He started to ask chat where he was but to only fall to the ground. He rushed up talking quickly till he found the missing spot. I started rub his back with Ranboo giving him a grass block. Slowly he came back from insanity. Looking down at him to smile. That night he started to ramble again taking in breaths as I smile.

"That damn chandelier and that mansion" he say, "but I won't lose my mind this time and if I do I know that I will have you to calm me down." He leans up kissing my lips placing a hand on my cheek. "And if I do loose my mind I can also just ramble." With that I nod getting up turning off the lights. He starts to get close to me. Putting his hands over me. Letting the night end our day.

[danses-with-dogmeat]

2000 Followers Celebration!!!

& Fallout Alphabet Poll End Results!

Hey all, so the secret is out! (Kinda) But all these past polls have been the prelude to my 2K Followers Celebration BONANZA. (That's not the official title, I just wanted to use the word BONANZA).

Anyway, a HUGE, MASSIVE thank you to every single one of you folks who are a part of this little community and who've supported me and my fanfiction writing journey for the past few years (which is crazy that it's been that long, omg.) But I love and appreciate you all SO MUCH and am absolutely baffled that I've made it to this. I thought 100 was crazy, then I thought 1K was crazy and then it just kept on going! Ahh, I'm just so so so glad that there's a thriving Fallout community out here of amazing writers, artists, and fans that are still so involved 😊

I don't know what I would do without this space, so thank you all for being a part of it <3

ANYWAY (x2) Here are the final results to all 22 polls that I posted, with more event details just below!

So I've posted the 1st place winners, 2nd place, and then a 3rd "runner up" position that will only be filled by non-companion npcs, just to give them a chance to shine, and me a chance to write for some folks I'm not as used to. For the purposes of the 2k event, I will only be using the 1st place winners for the 'prompts' (which I'll explain in another post), and then a few of the 2nd placers and (almost) all of the runner ups will be used in ANOTHER upcoming event that I'm going to start prepping for (because I'm an insane person).

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A:

1st: Arcade Israel Gannon

2nd: Arthur Maxson

3rd: Dr. Amari

B:

1st: Benny Gecko

2nd: Butch Deloria

3rd: Beatrix Russell

C:

1st: Charon

2nd: Craig Boone

3rd: Caesar

D:

1st: Deacon

2nd: Danse

3rd: Dazzle

E:

1st: ED-E

2nd: Easy Pete

3rd: Edward Deegan

F:

1st: Fawkes

2nd: Fahrenheit

3rd: Fantastic

G:

1st: Gob

2nd: Glory

3rd: Gary(s)

H:

1st: Robert Edwin House

2nd: Harold

3rd: Harkness

I/O:

1st: Old Longfellow

2nd: Captain Ironsides

3rd: Oliver Swanick

J:

1st: John Hancock

2nd: Joshua Graham

3rd: Julie Farkas

K:

1st: The King

2nd: KL-E-O

3rd: Kent Connolly

L:

1st: Lily Bowen

2nd: Legate Lanius

3rd: Red Lucy

M:

1st: Mysterious Stranger

2nd: Magnolia

3rd: Moira Brown

N:

1st: Nick Valentine

2nd: No Bark Noonan

3rd: Nate/Nora

P:

1st: Preston Garvey

2nd: Primm Slim

3rd: Pickman

Q/U/X:

1st: Ulysses

2nd: X6-88

3rd: Dr. Usanagi

R:

1st: Raul Alphonse Tejada

2nd: Robert Joseph MacCready

3rd: Rotface

S:

1st: Sunny Smiles

2nd: Sturges

3rd: Swank

T:

1st: Three Dog

2nd: Tinker Tom

3rd: Travis Miles

V:

1st: Veronica Santangelo

2nd: Victor

3rd: Vulpes Inculta

W:

1st: Whitechapel Charlie

2nd: Wiseman

3rd: Winthrop

Y/Z:

1st: Yes Man

2nd: Captain Zao

3rd: Yefim Bobrov

[cinnabunnii]

Here to wish yall happy incredibly late windpower day, it was the 11th. I forgot. I'm such a great ship CEO I promise.

Usually I'd have a redraw of old windpower art to give you, but BC I'm injured I can't, sooooo here's a list of silly hcs I've come up with over time that I may or may not have posted already!!!!

Pixal will randomly braid Morros hair, usually when she's stressed or angry about something, Morro doesn't really care now but he used to be a little jumpy

Penguin pebbling but like times it by 100. (Penguin pebbling is the thing where you give your s/o random things like rocks, in their case ig it's more just shiny things and bits of metal)

Body doubling, like almost constantly. They can and will just sit in the same room together in silence doing their own thing for hours.

They blueprint stuff that would NEVER pass safety tests (stuff like turbo speed "monster bikes") mostly just for fun, very rarely will they actually build one, but when they do hooollllyyy shiiiiiit is it not safe to use. (Lloyd or Nya will sometimes join in if they're bored lol, but it's mainly a WP thing)

They don't use petnames often, they have a few for eachother, but around the others they'll usually just use each others "full names", mostly to confuse the others. (Eg: "Whatever, Primary interactive external assistant lifeform" or "Morrian I swear to the first Spinjitsu master-"

Beating the shit out of eachother (with love!!) Aka Morro is an idiot and allows Pixal to test weapons on him or tests new vehicles for her OR just sparring together because why not.

Pixal is the only one Morro sees as a higher being, and that is partially because he still doesn't understand technology at all and is fucking insane about how human she is.

That is all <3

2 years is a long ahh time 💀💔 lordy this ships been around a while

[mossmotif]

Omg I’m really curious about “O moon, thou climb’st the skies — suguru/reader” and also about “sugu horror”!!

ahh hello hello!1!! so sorry this took me so long to get to, but thank u so much for the ask! these r two favs of mine and ironically theyre both also giving me the most trouble LMAO

for "O moon, thou climb'st the skies" the title comes from sonnet 31 by sir phillip sidney! i was studying sonnets because of one of my courses at the time and felt like the first few lines matched the beginnings of my draft

this fic, like most of my other ones, is very mundane. its a no curse au and the majority of it happens in one setting so far..catching little moments and that thing of the sort

i actually posted a wip of this a WHILE back that has since changed slightly but here's a newer snippet:

You sit at the edge of his bed, tired, sweaty, and half wrapped in his white duvet. The view is nice: Suguru’s back is flexed because his forearms are resting on the rails and his hair falls beautifully, swimming in the night breeze like shining, coiled eels.

moving on to sugu horror now :D my god im SO very ill about this one anon u have no clue how happy i am that u were interested :))

i have very little written for this one that im proud enough of to post yet, but so far im very set on the idea of him being violently haunted by the reader. i want to include so much about a lack of autonomy here guys..it's driving me insane (which very much has to do with him having to constantly eat curses in canon)

lots of grief in here, u could kill with it honestly and god im going to make him miserable (lovingly) and there's desire and regret and hunger and shame (we saw those coming) and just UGH im planning to make the reader's ghost sort of cruel to him. like there are enough traces of you in there for suguru to hold onto, but how long can he ignore the way you're making him bleed?

there will be a good amount of warnings for this one but im so extremely excited for it because it's similar to the genre of my personal writing :) im still not sure if it should be multichap or just a huge oneshot,,,yall lmk which u would prefer if u want to!

thank u so much for the ask again anon<33 and ofc thank u to @softgirlgonehaywire @twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat @maeby-cursed<333!! who also asked about the same wips! pls dw i saw ur asks im just horribly slow 😭

[endlessvoiq]

Warden

(1172 words. No CW warnings for this one, but if I'm wrong, please tell me!)

Not many prisoners escape the prison on their own time. Either they do the time they’re given, or they rot. This was all Miory, a young malware, had been told by the malware around him. And now, here he was, hauled into the prison by two firewall. He scoffed, “alright, this isn’t funny- let me go! It was just a little bit of thievery, c’mon now-”

          He stopped mid-sentence. A large hardware- or, what seemed like a hardware- with dark metal stepped forward from inside the prison, opening the door for the two firewall. It kept its eye on him as Miory was dragged in. Miory shuddered under its gaze, before the room ran past him as he was tossed into cell #3, the door closing shut behind him.

          Miory scrambled up, slamming his hands on the see-through door. “HEY! LET ME OUT!” He yelled, watching the two firewall leave. The ‘hardware’, on the other hand, returned to its post, glancing at him before looking toward cell #6. Miory groaned, leaning against the door. He was in the middle of trying to think of a way to escape, when he saw the metal one come over. Oh, no.

          The metal hardware looked down at him. “Greetings,” it said in a robotic tone that, while friendly, made Miory shrink back a bit. “Ah, no worries- “ the hardware put their hands up- “I don’t bite, heh. So, did thieving get you in here?” It questioned, Miory only nodding in response. 

          “I see. Well, welcome, then,” the hardware nodded, walking to return to its position. Miory watched, letting out a sigh of relief. Before he could get too comfortable, though, he jumped as a cackling rang out behind him.

          “Oh, hah, bahahah! Oh, lookit ‘is face, bah! S’always fun to see newbie’s reactions to ‘er, haha!”

          Miory snapped around. The cackling belonged to an older virus with grey-pink outlines, several scars, and advanced armor. The virus waved their hand, still chuckling, “ahh, no need t’fear ‘er, mal-boy. 6’s a friend, don’ cha know?”

          “Wh- a friend?! That thing is with the firewall! How could it-”

          “Oh, keep ya voice down,” the virus interrupted, “lotsa bein’s here like ‘er, and y’don’ wan ‘ta make sum en’mies here, am ah right?” The virus cackled once again, as Miory stood there in confusion. 

          “...what? People here actually like someone with the firewall?” Miory stared in bewilderment.

          “Ah, ya get use ‘ta ‘er. An plus, keep this b’tween us pris’ners, but she gets us extra vittles, n’real nice ones, non o’ th’stale ones,” the virus whispered over. Miory blinked in confusion.

          “...what?”

          “She gets us extra food.” Another voice murmured over. Miory blinked, looking toward the voice. In the other corner, a spyware sat, staring at him. “Treats us good, as well,” the spyware hummed. 

          Miory hesitated, “...does it?”

          “Mmhm. Unlike the rest of the firewall and proggies who work here,” the spyware smiled and leaned against the wall, “P-6 over there treats us like we’re on equal level. They don’t act like they’re above us. It’s nice.”

          Miory stared, in a bit of disbelief, now looking over to the hardware who was apparently known as P-6. A bit of orange light glistened against the dark metal of P-6’s side as they leaned toward cell #6, seemingly chatting with the spyware inside. She nearly blended in with the darker wall.

          Though he was still wary of the metal guard- plus the feeling he’d go insane having to deal with the virus in this cell- perhaps this wouldn’t be as bad as initially thought. If the guard was on their side, then perhaps one day, he could get out sooner, rather than later…

          Before he could dwell further into his thoughts, however, the main door to the prison opened. A program in combat armor stepped in, looking at P-6. 

          “Have you been keeping an eye on the prisoners?” The program questioned.

          P-6, who’d gotten back to their spot a few moments before when Miory wasn’t paying attention, nodded, “well, not like I have much else to do, huh?” P-6 chuckled. The program’s brow furrowed.

          “...yes, yes I have been.” P-6 murmured.

          The program huffed, “good, good. Now, do you still have the virus we managed to capture from that raid? It’s needed for interrogation.”

          P-6 made a mechanical hum that sent slight chills up Miory’s spine. “Haven’t you already interrogated them before?”

          “Oh, forget that, P-6, just listen to your orders. Do we still have the virus?”

          P-6 thought for a moment before nodding. Miory watched P-6 guide the program to cell #4, though hesitating to open the cell.

          “...are you sure there’s anymore they can say? I don’t think-”

          “Oh, you’re not paid to think,” the program interrupted, “open the door.”

          P-6 slowly nodded, opening the door. The program pulled a weak-looking virus from the cell, before leaving through the main door. P-6 watched and shook their head, beeping to themself.

          “Poor thing.” The spyware murmured next to Miory. He jumped. He hadn’t noticed the virus and spyware walk to his side to watch the situation unfold. 

          The virus nodded in agreement, “aye, y’said it. I dun ‘magine them progs ‘ill be any nice ta ‘im. tha poor thin’,” they spoke. It took Miory a second to figure out what the older virus had even said. Miory just sat down, the two corruption’s conversation becoming background noise as he stared outside the cell.

          Miory was snapped back to reality after an unknown amount of time as a cry came from outside the cell. The seemingly weak virus was on the floor, far from cell #4. Perhaps they’d tried to escape. A gash was in the side of their head.

          The program from before angerily picked up the virus, putting them back in the cell. They glared at P-6. “keep these damn prisoners obedient,” they grumbled, exiting from the main door. P-6 stared.

          The cells were quiet for a moment. Then, P-6 moved. She opened the door to cell #4.

          Miory watched with surprise as P-6 leaned down, pulling some bandages out of a hatch in their side and gently lifting the head of the virus. P-6 began bandaging the virus’s head, murmuring something Miory couldn’t hear. Once they finished, P-6 lay the virus back down, exiting cell #4 and going back to where she’d been before.

          Miory was honestly surprised P-6 would actually help a virus. Hell, any corruption in general. Sure, the rest could claim P-6 was nice all day, but Miory had honestly just assumed P-6 wasn’t as good as they’d said. That thought now seemed to change. 

          The older virus Miory shared the cell with nudged his side, “Aye, ah told ya 6’s a nice ‘un.”

          Miory glanced over. “Yeah,” he murmured, “I think I get that now.”

          Miory leaned against the wall of the cell. At least he wouldn’t be losing his sanity here. He hummed to himself, might as well get comfortable, in this case. 

          The malware closed his eye. Life went on.

Aaand here we go, writing #2! Technically about P-6, however, in the perspective of some random background character I dragged by the ankles into this story <3 I mostly wanted to get a sort of outside perspective from P-6, and show how different groups view them in away, and yeah this one might have accidentally been themed around perspective. Very glad to have written about my goober, though :) Hope you enjoy this!

2/4

[sorcerous-caress]

anon who requested Lorroakan: I LOVE THIS SO MUCH ALL OF IT IS A+ THANK YOU. I love that you included his s/o brushing his hair, I've totally thought about that. His hair is so pretty and he's so pretty and aaaaa… I like the idea that he met his s/o in uni too, like they came to bg with him or were one of the first people he met there.

All the NSFW stuff is super hot and I don't have coherent comments but I did physically put my hand over my face and go 'aaaa' a few times so there's that! He would have the prettiest moans. His voice is just so...

re: how did I even find that post: I went through ALL of the tumblr search results for Lorroakan at some point. I AM insane about him, but there's also not that much to go through.

I went through all of the Minthara tumblr searches before I started this blog, I checked all the tags. I was starving for anything. So I feel you, I'll definitely start including him more in my "several characters" works.

And yes that's what I had in mind about reader! Being in college with him. Be it college for wizards or just an unrelated degree he was pursuing at the time. But like think fantasy college? With balls, gowns and suits? I wanted to have that romanticised dark academia fantasy with him.

You meet him there and start dating after becoming friends? Maybe Lorroakan was charming yes but kinda of insufferable to be around because he is one of those smart people who thinks being a genius excuse being rude.

And you were one of the few people who didn't take shit from him, at first you were enemies type of deal but eventually an attraction matured between you too. Because oh, you realised you find him talking down to you kinda hot and he realised how you're the only person willing to tolerate him and spend time with him.

Then actual feelings beyond lust or loneliness develop, where you open to one another, start enjoying each other's company. He gets used to your nagging and you get used to his insufferable attitude. You have a perfect dynamic where only you two can understand each other.

He opens up to you about his fear of dying, how he has been doing research and reading any book he can get his hands on. He tells you how he fears losing his humanity if he becomes a lich or a vampire so those options of immortality are off the table. How he fears losing his passion for knowledge and magic, fears not remembering his love for you.

So he wants a way to keep his soul and min intetact but achieve immortality. And no not become a god, he sees it also as losing his humanity, same thing with being a God's chosen, they're nothing more than lapdogs.

And thank you so much for this sweet message <33333 ahh it made me so happy. I'm glad you liked it!

[spacebug07]

hello hello! what’s your favorite scene from each st season?

hi talia!

i have. SO many. but obviously i'm gonna narrow it down to like 1-3ish. we'll see as i go lmao

season one -- first of all, the first d&d scene with the party is absolutely precious. they're so little in it and they're all together and bonding and stuff.. ugh :( and while we're talking about the original party- the scene where they all go and see will after he wakes up is SO good. fucking ADORABLE. especially when they talk about el and they tell will her name and all he has to say about this girl with superpowers is "like the number??" dear god. i love them.

i have way more i could talk about (most of the jancy stuff, el's scenes with benny, etc, etc) but this post is already going to be super long so i'll just move on lmao

season two -- every time i watch "crazy together" i go a little more insane. season two byler is SO GOOD. i could put any and all of their scenes in this but we would be here forever. i also love the jancy kiss scene. the tension and the pining and buildup and the fact they got murrayed is so!! aghhhh!!! and then, of course, the dumb little platonic madwheeler argument scene they have while looking for dart. they're besties they just don't know it yet. OH AND THE LUMAX BUS SCENE.

season three -- the rain fight, first of all. it's heartbreaking, but it's super effective. and then, of course, "is it early, michael? >:(" love the byler old married couple bickering in this season. it's such a joy to witness. OH THE MATERIAL GIRL SEQUENCE ALSO!! ELMAX!! <3 i will admit i still get chills from the "we'll meet again" scene. hooh. creepy and very very very cool. and all the stuff with alexei is so fun. i miss him. :(

season four -- where do i even start??? all of rink-o-mania is chaos dynamic-wise and i'm! obsessed with it! all of the sequences that are set to music in this season are spectacular! will's painting scene makes me go insane every. time. same thing with "it's hawkins. it's not the same without you." GOD. UGH. the stuff with robin and nancy is so fun and i really appreciate what it's doing for nancy's arc.. the lumax movie date thing.. EL AND HOPPER'S REUNION.. AHH

okay that's all for now i think

thank you for the ask!!

[ladyartemesia]

TEASER: Kim Seokjin and the Mean Omega

Pairing: Nerd Alpha Kim Seokjin x Popular Omega Reader

Genre: A/B/O • Enemies to Lovers • (Sorta) College AU • Best Friend's Brother AU (Who is surprised? No one?)

Teaser Word Count: 3.6K

Teaser Warnings: A/B/O sexual dynamics • suggestive content

Rating: Explicit (18+) (Teaser is PG-13)

Summary: In the modern world, alphas are almost unheard of so why even bother learning about them? After all, as a spoiled (but reasonably kind-hearted) omega who is used to getting whatever she wants, you have better things to do. However, when unexpected circumstances throw you in the path of (extremely) nerdy and (probably?) shy Kim Seokjin, you're shocked to discover that he won't be wrapped around your little finger as easily as all the rest. Bringing that infuriating geek to his knees quickly becomes your personal mission in life... But it turns out that Kim Seokjin is not what he appears to be and the mean omega who eats beta boys for breakfast is about to get way more than she bargained for...

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“...due to discriminatory anti-alpha policies in the late nineteenth and early twentieth century, alphas were nearly eliminated from the general population…”

You heaved a weary sigh and rolled your shoulders—stretching the buttons of your high-end Oxford shirt to their limit. The beta sophomore to your right whined audibly and you smirked.

“...despite efforts to restore the genetic balance of designations, alphas currently comprise less than one percent of the population…”

Your back arched slightly as you crossed your legs, letting the absurdly short hem of your skirt ride up even higher. The poor boy you were tormenting shifted miserably in his seat.

How was he supposed to focus on a Human Biology and Designation Studies lecture when the living breathing embodiment of every sweaty undergrad’s fantasies was twisting her fingers in her hair and wrapping her pretty pink tongue around a strawberry lollipop right there in the middle of class?

“...unlike betas and omegas, alphas possess enhanced strength and the ability to compel other designations with their voice. Unmated alphas especially were often baselessly feared and distrusted...”

You knew exactly how you affected boys like him. You were a shameless tease who relished their attention and the power it brought you. Who needed drugs when driving a man mad with desire was a rush more potent than any high?

“...and that’s all for today so please read pages 450-466 in the text over break and remember to turn in your essay on scent and consent in intimacy—”

That poor sophomore looked like he had finally worked up the courage to speak to you, but you were already out the door and tearing down the hall toward your beautiful (and entirely platonic) counterpart, Kim Taehyung.

“Do you think Professor Moore is unaware that class is over at 3:25 or is he just torturing us for science?”

Taehyung shrugged, falling into step beside you with practiced ease.

“I mean I would torture you for free so it’s hard to say.”

The corner of your mouth quirked up at his characteristic dry humor, but the irritation at being held in that sweltering lecture hall for an extra ten minutes had frayed your temper.

“It’s the last class before spring break, I’m sure he was on some sort of twisted power trip.” You dug around in your purse for some chapstick, ignoring Tae’s amused snorting, “Alphas barely exist anymore and none of us are likely to meet one. Why bother learning what they can do?”

Taehyung tilted his head in amusement.

“You might be surprised.”

The final party before the beginning of spring break was always a laid back affair.

Many people had already caught planes to their various destinations, but your flight was scheduled for early tomorrow morning—leaving you with some time to kill.

Taehyung pressed his newest experimental concoction into your hand within minutes of entering the house (a surprisingly neat bachelor pad owned by two seniors, Jung Hoseok and Min Yoongi) and then darted back to the kitchen to craft more questionable alcohol potions like a deranged party warlock.

You had just found a comfortable place on the couch and were contemplating whether sampling your best friend’s mad scientist elixir would be worth the probable damage to your body when—

“H-Hello...”

It was that sophomore from your Designations Studies class. What was his name again? Jungwoo? Jinwook?

“Jungkook,” you smiled, delighted to have remembered before it became awkward. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

You motioned to the empty cushion next to you and the man in question scrambled over like he’d won the lottery.

“I—I know we don’t know each other well, but I noticed you were absent during Professor Moore’s lecture on intimacy and scent consent so I—” he blushed deeply, “I wrote the essay for you—and I brought a copy on my flash drive if-if you want it.”

Your heart melted immediately.

“Oh my gosh Jungkook, that is so sweet of you!”

Your gaze darted over his muscular form and thick brown curls.

Sweet indeed.

“I don’t want to miss out on the learning though,” you pouted, placing a hand on his tattooed bicep. “Can you explain it to me?”

Jungkook nodded vigorously even as his wide eyes fell to where your fingers were sliding slowly over his chest.

Scent consent was a pretty basic and universally known concept, but you really were touched by the handsome sophomore's consideration.

Why not give him (and yourself) a little reward?

“Um so basically if two people are involved in...intimate activities—”

You leaned forward to nip his ear lightly and he whimpered.

“Like this?” you asked innocently.

“Y-Yes. Like that.” He gulped. “In an intimate situation consent or refusal can be smelled. The scent of refusal or reluctance in intimacy is strong, unmistakable, and has a high chemical potency.”

“Is that so?” you drawled, sliding over onto his lap. Jungkook’s eyes rolled back into his head and you bit back a grin.

He was adorable.

“Uh-huh—it—oh my gawd,” (you were nibbling on his ear again) “it can immediately block sexual arousal and performance in the other partner. Meaning, if consent is not present, then it becomes difficult or—ahh” (his voice began to waver under your continued attention) “—or even impossible to continue with intimate acts.”

Your hand slid up to his cheek, bringing him closer till your lips were almost touching.

“Then what does it mean if I’m still so turned on right now?”

“It means,” Jungkook shuddered—nearly delirious with your scent, “that I really really want you.”

Across the room, Park Jimin chuckled as he watched you seduce his enthusiastic friend.

Jeon Jungkook was such a sweet kid.

Hopefully he wouldn’t get too attached.

“Wow... Some people are genuinely born blessed I suppose.”

Jimin turned to see Jung Hoseok eyeing the dimly lit corner where you and the eager young sophomore were exploring each other.

It was a rather...provocative spectacle. Not quite raunchy (you weren’t truly an exhibitionist)—just insanely sexy.

Jimin’s gaze lingered on the smooth curve of your thigh where Jeon Jungkook was currently holding on for dear life.

Lucky bastard.

“Ah you know how she is,” he sighed. “That boy isn’t going to get any farther than anyone else.”

It was relatively common knowledge that you liked to mess around but rarely—if ever— fully hooked up with anyone.

Jimin asked you about it once during a drunken game of truth or dare and you had just shrugged, mumbling something along the lines of avoiding STDs (which—to be fair—was at least part of your motivation), but the truth was a little more complicated than that.

In terms of experience, you weren’t a virgin, but... you hadn’t actually had sex in years.

You loved the chase, the foreplay, the build-up—the game of cat-and-mouse between two people who were attracted to one another.

But the final consummation was always so…

Wildly unfulfilling.

Every encounter left you frustrated. Empty.

Grumpy—even.

So you stopped bothering with it all together. (That was what sex toys were for after all.)

At the end of the day you were perfectly content being labeled a tease—it meant that people tended to know what they were (or rather weren’t) getting into when they rolled the dice with you.

Besides…it hadn’t even put a dent in your throng of admirers.

You were sunny, spoiled, indulgent, almost universally adored—

And you loved every minute of it.

“You know…” Hoseok took a long sip of his drink. “I always thought she would end up with Taehyung, but it’s been three years.”

Like you, Kim Taehyung was a trust fund brat and it was only natural that two beautiful and absurdly privileged people would gravitate to one another. You met at a freshman pledge party and had been an inseparable (and formidable) dynamic duo ever since.

The undisputed king and queen of campus.

Yes—maybe the two of you were a little self-absorbed at times, but it was hardly your fault that people tended to instinctively cater to the force of your combined looks, wealth, and charisma.

And it didn’t hurt that neither of you were ever intentionally cruel or unkind.

Just... habitually thoughtless.

(Though not when it came to each other. If anything your friendship was one area where you were both a little more human.)

Jimin shook his head.

“Nah that’s never gonna happen.” He tapped his nose. “They’re scent-crossed.”

Hoseok’s eyes widened.

“Really?”

Scent-crossed pairs didn’t smell sexually attractive to each other.

Like. At all.

No matter how physically or visually appealing an individual might be, it would be near impossible to form a sexual or romantic attachment to them if you were scent-crossed. Alphas, betas, and omegas were all subject to their noses first and foremost in the realm of attraction.

You and Taehyung smelled like comfort and home to one another...

But you were more turned on by a crisp cup of apple juice than you were his scent and the feeling was quite mutual.

He might as well have been your actual brother.

“That explains so much.” Hoseok snorted as he watched a drunken Taehyung do a flying leap on top of both you and Jungkook.

“Why is sunlight so offensive?” you croaked, dragging yourself and your luggage toward the boarding ramp next to an equally miserable Taehyung.

“The next time I book a flight before 9 AM, please shoot me,” he grunted.

Your parents were celebrating their twenty-fifth wedding anniversary with a month-long European cruise so your best friend had graciously invited you to spend two glorious weeks of spring vacation at his family estate.

The invitation had actually come as somewhat of a surprise because—for all your closeness—Taehyung was uncharacteristically tight-lipped about his family.

Not that he was deliberately withholding information per se… It was just that he never really brought them up beyond an occasional passing comment.

The one time you did ask him about them directly he sighed and said—

“We’re very close, but… I suppose we’ve just gotten used to being very private.”

There was clearly more to the story, but you were confident that Tae would share it if and when he was ready.

“My parents are in Seoul opening a new branch of the company. They took my little sister with them and my older brother has his own house so it will be just us.” He snuggled deeper into the first class seat directly next to yours. “We’ll hang out by the pool and chill during the day, then hit up some of the new clubs or whatever at night.”

“So… No one from your family will be there?”

Perhaps the invitation was not so surprising after all.

“Nope. Just you and me and thirty acres of ocean front property.”

You grinned.

“Perfect.”

“Whose room is that?”

The two of you were lugging your bags down the main hall of Taehyung’s expansive mansion when a strange hint of...something caught you right by the nose.

Your friend turned to find you frozen and staring curiously at a familiar door near the balcony.

His eyes widened, but you were too preoccupied to notice his momentary concern.

“That’s just Jin’s room.”

A firm hand wrapped around your wrist and dragged you away, but your eyes stayed glued to the source of the mysterious scent until you were around the corner and out of sight.

Your suite for the next two weeks was right across the hall from Taehyung’s. There was a whirlpool, a full bath, a balcony, and an ocean view that would rival the cover spread of any travel magazine.

Tae headed for the shower (to ‘wash the airplane off’) immediately after showing you the room and you were thinking of doing the same except…

Your mind kept going back to that door and the hint of scent you detected.

There was something… different about it.

It was faint—and far from fresh (which made sense considering that one of the few things you did know about Kim Seokjin was that he hadn’t lived in this house for years).

But still…

The need to smell it again pressed insistently at the back of your mind.

Suddenly the sound of Taehyung singing raunchy lyrics in the shower carried over through the walls and you found your feet moving almost of their own accord.

What Tae doesn’t know won’t hurt him, you rationalized, making your way down the hall toward Jin’s door. Besides—it’s not as if I’m going to steal anything…

You just needed to find that scent again.

By the time your fingers closed over the knob every one of your nerves was strangely—acutely—alert but nothing could have prepared you for what was waiting behind the door.

Oh. My. Gosh.

“What a colossal nerd.”

The room was covered floor to ceiling in Nintendo memorabilia.

Bright primary colors assaulted your eyes from all directions in the form of action figures, posters, pillows, and every other conceivable merch variety known to man.

In the center of the suite stood a large king-sized bed covered in a custom black couture toile-style Mario-verse bed set (that looked every bit as expensive as it was geeky) and a mountain of high quality Nintendo character plush toys.

Everything was simultaneously luxe and nostalgic—a rare combination of sophisticated aesthetic balance and childlike indulgence.

And the scent was there.

It was faint and covered under layers of cleaner and air fresheners, but still lingering just below the surface—too weak for you to get a really good whiff, yet potent enough to torment you.

You moved forward unconsciously toward the strongest source of the hypnotic smell—the strangely inviting expanse of Kim Seokjin’s mattress.

Suddenly the urge to climb—no crawl—across the bed itself and roll around in it like a kitten in catnip gripped you out of nowhere.

“What the hell?” you muttered, rubbing absently over the mating gland at the base of your neck.

Something very odd was going on with your body.

Your restless gaze zeroed in on one of the stuffed toys piled atop his pillows. It was a cute little mushroom man your brain recognized as a Mario character named ‘Toad’.

Take it.

Your mouth dropped open in shock.

You need it.

“Am I going insane?” you wondered aloud.

You have to take it.

Muscles in your hand began to twitch involuntarily. You bit your lip.

Bring it back with you.

Several minutes later a freshly washed Taehyung wandered over to your room and found you sitting perfectly still on your bed while staring off into space.

His head tilted in curious concern.

“Everything ok?”

You started a bit at the sound of his voice, but recovered quickly.

“Never better!” you chirped—almost too brightly. “Let’s go get some dinner, I’m starving.”

Then you grabbed his hand and pulled him down the hall toward the kitchen—shutting the door before he could catch a glimpse of his brother’s stuffed Toad doll stashed underneath your pillow

“...a critical water main rupture in the city’s New Market district early this morning has forced several residents out of their homes as flood water swelled up to nearly two feet. The governor declared a state of emergency and ordered hotels around the city to accommodate the displaced citizens. Crews are still clearing the water and assessing damages. We expect—

“Hey!” you shouted through a mouthful of cereal, after Your best friend switched off the television, “I was watching that!”

“And what you should be doing is getting ready for the pool.” Tae snatched your cereal bowl and dragged you by your shirt collar toward the stairs. “It is the first morning of our vacation. I’m not trying to waste any time. Now go.” He shoved you forward, smacking your ass for good measure.

You swatted back at him half-heartedly as jogged back up to the room where you enjoyed a surprisingly restful sleep last night.

Kim Seokjin’s door glared at you accusingly as you shuffled past—unable to let you forget that you had kidnapped it’s little mushroom man in an unexplained fit of kleptomania, but that was a problem for your future self.

The you of right now was going to zen out in the Kim family's premium glass-enclosed indoor pool (it was still a little chilly for the outdoor pool) with her best friend and bask in the simple joys of good company and no responsibility.

...Or not.

A few minutes later you bounced into the living room wearing a simple black tankini with a cute floral cover only to find Taehyung on the phone with his head in his hands.

“Yes, sir. I understand… I...I know this is my responsibility...”

That didn’t sound good.

After a few more tense moments, Tae hung up and collapsed backward into the couch with a heavy sigh.

“That water main break you heard about on TV this morning was the last straw between the province and its current contractor. They called an emergency meeting for new bids.”

Your heart dropped as you sank down beside him.

“Your dad wants you to go...doesn’t he.”

Taehyung nodded miserably.

“He can’t leave the Seoul opening on such short notice and managing government construction contracts is part of what I’ve been training for. This could be huge for our company.”

“Well...why doesn’t your brother go?”

“Jin is the brains behind most of our patented gaming and tech innovations. He wouldn’t even know where to begin with this sort of thing. Besides,” his lips quirked up in a rueful grin, “my brother doesn’t have the patience to stroke entitled geriatric egos for hours on end—which is likely what I’m going to have to do.”

The two of you headed back to Taehyung’s room where you helped him pack some suits and toiletries for his trip.

Naturally you were disappointed but...this was a great opportunity for your best friend to prove himself in his chosen field and you both knew it. In fact, he was already starting to brighten a bit.

“The meeting is about a hundred miles north of here. My dad’s secretary already handled the flight and hotel room.” His eyes darted around the suite to see if he was forgetting anything.

It was clear he was nervous, though you were sure he didn’t need to be. Kim Taehyung was a trust fund brat, but he was also talented and deeply passionate about his family’s company.

Someday this would be the norm. The two of you were stealing time in college, determined to live a little before the expectations of your powerful families transferred fully onto your shoulders.

It was becoming more and more clear, however, that your carefree time was slowly running out.

Mother had already spoken to you about potential marriage alliances and your father expected you to intern with his Vice President this summer just as your elder sister had...

Taehyung’s voice suddenly interrupted your bittersweet introspection and you couldn’t help but smile at how grown-up he looked in his suit and briefcase ensemble.

Everything was going to change, but not quite yet.

“They estimate negotiations should take around a week or so…” He walked over and pulled you into a tight hug. “There should still be some vacation left for us when I get back.”

“Hurry back then,” you mumbled grumpily into his chest and he chuckled.

“I will.”

Taehyung had been gone for less than twenty minutes when you decided that the best use of your time would be to eat more snacks.

The last thing you expected when you skipped merrily into the kitchen was to find it occupied by a shaggy-haired homeless man in glasses.

Your first instinct was to scream which caused the homeless man to drop the apple he was biting right onto the floor where it rolled around for a small eternity before coming to rest at his ankles.

Your second instinct was to grab a butcher’s cleaver from the nearby knife block and wave it chaotically at the intruder while shouting something along the lines of—

“You’ve made a huge mistake! My boyfriend is the biggest, meanest mafia boss in Seoul! Leave now and he might let you live!”

The homeless man continued to stare at you with a mixture of confusion and shock, but made no move to run away in terror like you were hoping.

So you tried again.

“Didn’t you hear what I said?! The last man who touched me drinks his steak through a straw now! Do the smart thing and leave before my boyfriend comes down those stairs and it’s too late!”

Infuriatingly, the homeless man was still not fleeing for his life and frankly you were starting to get frustrated. You drew in a deep cleansing breath and were prepared to issue another grandiose threat when he finally spoke.

“I’m sorry, miss. I... think there’s been some sort of mistake. Who is your boyfriend?”

There was no rational explanation for what came out of your mouth next, but it rolled off your tongue so smoothly and you didn’t even flinch.

“Kim Seokjin.”

For the first time in your entire exchange, the intruder looked truly alarmed.

Now that’s more like it.

“You’ve heard of him I see. He’s a dangerous man and my body belongs to him.” You slammed the cleaver down onto the countertop with a (hopefully) menacing slash. “Kim Seokjin doesn’t like when other men put their hands on what belongs to him.”

There was a long, unpardonably tense moment of silence…Then the stranger slowly reached forward and picked up a mobile phone from the table in front of him.

His eyes remained locked with yours as he pressed a quick series of buttons, brought the phone to his ear, waited a few seconds and said—

“Taehyung… Would you mind telling me why there is a half-naked, knife-wielding omega in our kitchen claiming to be my girlfriend?”

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Dinner Party

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Just Post Hogwarts !!

Going to her parent’s friends dinner party was not Y/n’s idea of fun. Nowhere near it. She’d rather be soaking up the muggle culture London had to offer. 

She’d heard Hyde Park was nice, and she had a list a mile long of restaurants to try. 

That was the problem with moving countries, there were so many new things to do. Granted, Y/n was 18 so technically she didn’t have to move with her parents, but the thought of working for the British Ministry of Magic excited her. So the Y/l/n family packed up their bags and left for England. 

Y/n’s mother told her about the dinner party on the second night they were there, it was set for that Saturday. That gave her two days to hunt through the boxes and find a nice enough outfit. 

The dinner party was being hosted by the Malfoy’s. She’d read about the family in the Daily Prophet. Apparently, they’d walked away from the dark side of the war. Now, they were hosting a dinner party to celebrate it all being over. She did think it was a little hypocritical when they had contributed to Lord Voldemort’s rise. Selfishly, she hoped it would allow her to find some friends. 

Y/n’s mother was happy when the family were ready in time, arriving at the massive manor in good time. 

Once they knocked on the door, a woman opened it, ushering them in. 

“Narcissa, hello.” Her mother cheered, wrapping the tall blonde in a hug. From the first impression, she was very elegant, just like the house. Y/n thought it all looked stunning. 

Narcissa greeted Y/n’s father before calling for her own husband to come to the door. He looked meaner, a scowl on his face that scared Y/n. 

Then, they all turned to look at her. “I’m Y/n.” She introduced herself, shaking hands with the Malfoy’s 

“You've grown a lot,” Narcissa said with a smile. Y/n frowned, not understanding what she meant. “I knew you when you were little.” She explained. 

Y/n nodded politely, but in her head, she was thinking, ‘Obviously, I’ve grown.’

“Where’s Draco?” Y/n’s mother asked, looking at Y/n with a half-smirk. Clearly, there was some alternate motive for dragging Y/n here. Lucius and her father had already walked off so he could introduce him to some other guests. 

Narcissa sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “He is in very big trouble.” She admitted. “Since he’s finished his time at Hogwarts, we’ve not given him any curfews, and I’m honestly not sure where he is.” She told them, looking furious at the thought of her son. She turned to Y/n. “I’m sorry you came here. We were hoping you could meet.” She mentioned. So that was Y/n’s mother’s plan. Setting her up, and not even with anyone sensible, someone deranged. 

“Oh, it’s not a problem. Y/n’s happy to be here.” Her mother replied for her. Y/n forcibly nodded. “I’ll let you get back to the rest of the guests.” 

“Thank you, have a walk around. Some of our old friends are here.” Narcissa mentioned before waltzing back over to the door, greeting more people with a wide smile. Y/n thought that was something she’d get sick of. 

Y/n turned back to look at her mother. “She’s nice. How did you know each other?” She asked. Her mother told her the story of how Narcissa had spent some time in America, and they’d met there. 

The rest of the night went mindlessly. Y/n split off from her mother, trying to chat to anyone she found interesting. Most of them were surprisingly similar, all pureblood Slytherins. Whatever a Slytherin was. 

Dinner started rather uninterestingly. Until a suited blond walked into the room. Everyone looked up at him, to be met by a shit-eating grin. Y/n turned to look at Narcissa, who was glaring at the boy. He sat right next to Y/n, the only empty seat at the table. 

“I’m Draco Malfoy.” He introduced himself, sticking out a hand. His accent was just as strong as his parents.

Y/n shook it, not giving him a smile. He was incredibly attractive in his suit suited, with slicked-back hair. “Ahh, the problem child.” She teased. 

“I’ve never seen you in my life, but you somehow know my families operations. My crazy mother hasn’t been outsourcing help to Americans, has she?” Draco asked, picking up on her different accent. 

Y/n dryly laughed at him. “I actually find your mother quite pleasant.” She said in reply.

Draco raised his eyebrows in suspicion. “Do I get to know your name?” 

Y/n took a sip of her wine, another UK bonus, making him wait for an answer. “Maybe later on.” She told him. 

“Hmm.” Draco hummed. “Are you single?” His question almost made Y/n spit out a sip of her wine. It wouldn’t have looked good all over his white dress. 

“You’re a terrible flirt,” Y/n replied, trying not to let the blush fall over her cheeks. 

Draco lightly brushed his hand over hers, making her blush again. “Answer the question.” He demanded. 

“Yes.” She told him, a grin spreading on his face. He tried to hide it by taking a sip of his own wine but failed. 

Much to her surprise, Draco leaned in to talk to whisper into his ear. “Don’t look now, but there are two people who look very excited to see us smiling.” He mentioned, making a shiver run down her spine. Y/n couldn’t help but look, only to see Narcissa and her mother grinning at the pair. 

Y/n wasn’t about to let him turn her to mush. They locked eyes as Draco moved a strand of hair off her face. They were almost close enough to kiss. The electricity running through her was insane, magnetic. 

“You could get me some more wine.” Y/n said to him, pulling her face away from his as she held out her wine glass. 

Draco chuckled. “I don’t get girls wine.” He told her. 

“I’m not just girls.” Y/n shot back, a smile on her face. 

Draco hummed, knowing it was a fair point. He already knew she wasn’t going to be like anyone else. He promptly stood up. “You could come with me.” He offered his hand out to her.

Y/n took it, also getting up. “Let’s do it.” She agreed, now smiling at him.