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serawritesthings · 2 years ago

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CRAVE THE ROSE

summary: you were Arthur’s own slice of heaven in a world where it felt like everything he did brought him a step further to hell. pairing: arthur morgan x fem! reader tags: content 18+ minors dni, unprotected piv sex word count: 6.1k

a/n: hello, lovelies! I'm finally done with my first fic; I hope it's worth a read. Please let me know what you think; I would much appreciate it!♡

Most nights at Horseshoe Overlook were quiet, ignoring Uncle's snoring and the girl’s quiet gossiping. Often, you joined them, finding their conversations amusing. You discovered that Mary-Beth, Tilly, and Karen had a wild imagination and a wilder sense of humor.

Unfortunately, they decided you would be the object of their gossip lately. More so, you and Arthur. Your relationship appeared to be very interesting to them, and they weren’t shy of making it known as they teased you for the man’s apparent infatuation with you.

Because of that, you remain behind a tree by the horses, mulling. You had no interest in speaking to the girls tonight, scared they would bother you. You didn't wish to be the center of gossip instead of the one chitchatting.

Sitting alone for the first time in a while allowed your thoughts to take over. You worried for him immensly, just like you always did when it came to Arthur. It wasn’t like your concern came from nothing, finding that trouble always followed him.

More times than not, he came home bloodied and bruised, and sometimes he didn’t come home at all. It made you feel useless to only stay in camp and think of every what-if that could happen to the unpredictable man, but you couldn't help it.

There was a lingering feeling of certainty when you met Arthur. You knew you were the same - you bruise a little easier than most, though in different places. The hurt manifested somewhere far inside of him, a place where his walls were so high you weren’t sure even he could put a crack in it. But something about him wormed itself into your heart and manifested the passage that led to your deepest thoughts and feelings.

"Whatcha doin' out here, honey?" A voice strapped with roughness spoke out behind you, surprising you. You glanced at Arthur towering over you, granting him an exasperated stare, although your heart sang at the sight of him in one piece.

"I'm hiding." He raised his eyebrow, looking entertained, settling his hands on his belt.

"Now, what are you hidin' from?" A smirk appeared on his lips while he shook his head.

"The girls." A melancholy expression appeared on your face.

"Your hiding from�� the girls?"

"Well, yes. It seems gossiping about us has become their favorite amusement." To speak about it made you scrunch your nose. You knew it was childish, but you were too irritated to care.

"I guess women never change, eh?" He studied you with a knowing smile while crouching down, touching your knee tenderly. You only scoffed at him.

"You gonna stay cooped up here like an angry little ball of fire all night?" He offered you his hand, snickering.

"Yes." Peering forward with sharp eyes, you avoided his hand.

Arthur chuckled as he gently placed his hand under your chin, gazing into your eyes. Your pout made him frown, and swiftly he tossed you over his shoulder and began walking.

"I ain't lettin’ you linger out here all night. " You gasped, eyes facing the ground, feeling his shoulder jab into your stomach with every step.

"Now, just what do you think you're doing?!" A screech escaped you while Arthur only laughed, giving your rear a playful slap.

"They'll see us!"

"They're drunk and asleep; calm your horse's missy."

Your eyes grew small at his comment, and you tried thinking of a way to make him release you. Lifting your hands, you grabbed the back of his pants, trying to push them down his hips. He chuckled at you and kept walking.

"Now, what do you think you're doin´?" He readjusted your squirming frame against his broad shoulder.

"It's okay, though; I like you a little feisty."

"Oh, I'll show you feisty." You continued trying to push his pants down further.

You kept bickering on the path to Arthur's tent. He was correct; there wasn’t a single person awake. You could see the smug smirk on his face when he realized he was right, but he focused on keeping his pants up, which proved futile. What a sight you two were.

He chuckled as he placed you on his bed, standing tall over your small frame. Amid your anger, now forgotten after your lighthearted bickering, you had failed to remember how much you missed him. Arthur had been away for a long time, leaving you to worry about him constantly. It made you feel useless, never knowing where or what he was doing. But he was here now, which instantly lifted your spirits.

Raising the corners of your mouth into a soft smile, you looked up at him through your lashes, grabbing his gun belt and bringing him closer to you till you felt the chilly surface of his buckle against your cheek. Putting your arms around his waist, you rested your cheek against his middle and sighed.

"Are ya done trying to pull my pants down now?" Arthur only raised his eyebrow, wondering where the feisty girl went.

"Mm." The fabric of his jeans silenced your voice as you relished in what was solely Arthur.

"I missed you so much." Your tone suddenly wavered, and you wrapped your arms tighter around him. It felt like he would disappear from you.

Feeling his coarse hand land softly on your head, he ran his fingers through your hair that was soft under his palms. Arthur wasn't good at feelings and often found himself tongue-tied when you spoke to him like this. His heart churned at your sudden display of emotions.

He missed you more than you could possibly know and spent most of the chilly nights in the wilderness, missing your soft voice and warm hands he had grown accustomed to. Before you, it didn’t matter where he was since his home was where he put his bedroll.

Now, though, his home was in your warm embrace. The ghost of your eyes tormented his every move, prodding him to return to you so the glimpses he thought he caught of you would become a reality.

How well you knew your Arthur. He was always quick with words but never with you. When you started paying attention to one another, dragging the words out of him required much effort. Stubborn as a mule, he was.

"Ah, I missed ya too, honey." His voice grew rough as he looked down at you. A warm feeling coursed through you at his words, pressing your cheek further against the cloth of his jeans, face illuminated by the lamp on the worn bedside table. The light bounced off the closed tent, creating a warm atmosphere.

Keeping close to Arthur, you looked up at him and staring back at you was a man with warm, soft-blue eyes and tousled honey-blond hair escaping his hat, looking slightly longer since you last saw him. Your chest tightened at the look he gave you, making you feel like the most precious thing he had ever seen.

Now, standing between one of your legs, you felt small beneath his tall frame. He felt many things watching you beneath him, face resting on the side of his hips, face too close to his guns for his liking, but he didn't move away. He felt all his limbs grow heavier when he observed you, finding only you to have this effect on him.

Your palms grazed the guns at his sides, being careful when lifting them from the holsters. They were heavier than you expected, not familiar with holding the weighty metal of a gun. The coarse leather of his gloves grasped your hands and lifted them with you, putting them on the bedside table.

A shrill ran through you, watching him grab them. He looked intimating, handling them like second nature compared to your unsure hands. It reminded you of the kind of man he was, or rather the man he had to be.

He could tell you felt wary; a familiar feeling of protectiveness he always directed towards you surging through him. You smiled slightly and stared at him through your lashes, palm stroking his thigh gently. He could feel himself melt at your behavior, realizing you were teasing him; testing the waters.

Most times, being intimate together went about the same way as you were inexperienced, and Arthur not wanting to make you uncomfortable. But he could feel the air had changed, making him stiff with intrigue and curiosity.

The tension in the tent was searing as you unbuckled his belt, letting it fall to the floor with a heavy thud. You were used to him taking control, but you felt unusually bold in his presence this night. Suddenly, Arthur suddenly lifted you to stand on the bed, making you tower over him as a breathless laugh left you.

Putting both of your hands on his stubby cheeks, he wrapped his arms around your middle, breathing in your sweet scent as he pulled you closer. Your stomach churned at having him this close, feeling his warm breath fan over you, making your nipples stiffen against the closeness of his mouth.

Slowly, he enclosed his mouth around your nipple, covered by the fabric of your blouse–being this close it proved hard for him not to. You closed your eyes at the sudden feeling, thumbs gently stroking the scruff of his beard as he grazed his tongue over your clothed bosom wantonly.

You lifted your trembling leg to rest at his side, his arm immediately coming to rest on your backside, bringing you closer to him. He caressed you tenderly as you felt him press his tongue over your thin blouse, making you moan slightly under your breath.

Opening your eyes, you looked down at him, the sight more erotic than anything you have ever seen. He held your gaze through hazy eyes, his reddening lips glistening slightly with saliva, resting on the now wet patch on your shirt. You lifted your hands, grabbed ahold of the hat almost falling off his head, and dropped it to the ground.

Running your fingers through his tousled hair, you brushed the wild pieces behind his ear, unkempt by his hat. He rumbled appreciatively at your action and you felt the rough leather from his gloves sneaking under your shirt that was folded into your skirt, finally touching your skin.

You were always so soft, and most of the time, he felt undeserving to touch something so perfect with his rough, unlawful hands, roughened by the hardship his life had brought onto him. Never should anyone who has done such malicious things put their hands on you–yet here he was, soiling you.

Your soft skin felt heavenly under his rugged palm as if delicate hands sculpted it with adoration so stout there couldn’t be a more beautiful creation than the one standing before him. He felt shameful but didn't have the strength to pull away; he never did. It felt too good to touch you, almost bordering on torture, the way he kept crawling after you like a starved man never getting enough.

Arthur tightened his grip on you, paying attention to your other side with his mouth, moving slowly as your breath hitch. You let your head fall over him, resting your cheek on the top of his head that you now cradled, enjoying the moment while wishing you could be in his arms forever.

Running your hands over his broad shoulders, you suddenly felt something wet touch your fingers. You perked up, looking at your hands. Covering your fingertips was a dark red substance. It was sticky like it had been there for a while.

"Arthur." You murmured, a light worry detectable in your voice. He didn't answer you, instead grabbing your thighs and hoisting you up his waist, burying his head in your chest. You wanted to giggle at him and probably would have if concern didn't seep into your mind.

"Arthur" Your voice was low, this time sounding more collected.

"It ain't my blood, darlin’," he mumbled, voice muffled by the fabric. You felt yourself relax, content no one had hurt him, but it left you wondering whose blood it was. "Don't you worry your pretty little head bout that," he said, like he could read your mind.

Arthur sat on the bed and it creaked under his weight, keeping you on his lap with your legs at either side of his thick thighs. He pushed your hesitant hips snugly against his, letting out a hum of appreciation, finally feeling your weight where he wanted you most.

Lifting his head from your chest, he gave you a look-over, and what a sight you were. Blush covered your cheeks as you looked at him with blissful but still worrisome eyes, a slight pink shade running down your neck into the cleavage of your blouse.

You brought your face close to his, feeling the roughness of his beard scrape against your cheeks as you leaned in, the worrying thoughts long gone as you felt his large hands slither into your skirt, kneading the soft flesh harshly under his palm.

You squeaked quietly, surprised by the sudden contact, your lips pausing, barely touching as you breathed in each other's air as your head spun in anticipation. The feeling of Arthur's warm hands so close to your exposed core made heat form in your lower belly and in your moment of bliss, you suddenly felt his lips on yours.

"Arthur." You whimpered against his mouth. Hearing his name from your mouth so pleadingly made the ache in his chest cramp at his heart, feeling the familiar warmth of pleasure spread. Amid his tongue massaging yours so sweetly contrasting the harshness of his hands, you lowered your hips softly.

The roughness of his jeans touching your center made a shockwave of rippling pleasure spread through you, making you choke out a mix between a moan and a cry. You lifted your chest slightly, leaning your head backward, making your hair fall in waves behind you.

Hugging Arthurs's head to your bosom, you felt his mouth on your breast once again. The feeling was too much, making your whole body tense as you tried to bring him closer. He hastily grabbed your blouse, dragging it out from the top of your skirt, and seeing he couldn't lift it over your head without unbuttoning it, he held the fabric in the middle, ripping the buttons quickly and exposing you to him. You wanted to complain, but feeling his mouth wrap around your now-bare nipple made you lose your train of thought.

They grew hard under the assault of his tongue; Arthur was sure he would’ve bitten them if he didn’t control himself. You were breathing frantically over him as his mouth moved against you, and he could hear how fast your heartbeat was.

He nuzzled the soft flesh, teeth grazing on the round bottoms of your breasts until he sucked on the peaks. You unknowingly motion your round hips in his lap, clearly getting worked up from his touch. His hand engulfed your hips, helping you rock back and forth on his lap.

The added pressure his hands brought made the rough material against your undergarments feel delicious as he moved his hips with yours, pushing you down every time you met his pelvis. The action was desperate, a silent plea for the bittersweet pleasure you sought within each other. His hands ran up your back, caressing the soft skin that shivered. Despite the chilly night, you were warm under his hands, calling for him to put his hands on you. You were beckoning him closer.

The moment was tender but filled with desperation that always seemed to linger around you. You ran your hands over Arthur's back, feeling the rough fabric of his worn-out shirt you knew so well. His broad shoulders bulged under your soft caresses as you could see his muscles tighten at your touch, his movements growing bolder as he once again placed his hands under your skirt, letting the fabric rest above your hips, exposing you to him. You felt him knead the warm flesh under his palms as he pushed you against him harder than before, pushing his crotch into yours, feeling the delicious warmth of your core against his bulge that strained against his pants. You could feel him under you, your face growing hot as his prominent member sat hard against you, pushing against its confinements.

"Oh," You could not help letting out a quiet moan as heat traveled through your body when you felt him. He stopped and looked up at you, leaving a string of spit between your breasts and his swollen lips. The look in his eyes made your breath hitch, his eyes hazy with a glint of warmth in them.

"Something wrong, honey?" His voice was low, almost sultry, and his hands softened against your bottom, no longer continuing his harsh treatment. The blush warmed your cheeks, realizing how exposed you were next to the fully dressed man. Having been lost in the moment, you hadn't noticed. But you did now. Arthur did, too, and praised the almighty; he didn't care if Colm O’Driscoll himself came and shot him right at this moment because he could die happy.

"No, I…" You tried to explain, but he seemed more focused on removing the ruined blouse from your arms, unable to help himself as he placed a few more kisses on the underside of your breasts. “I… uh…” The words were stuck in your throat, turning your brain into mush.

He took your hand, placing it on the lower side of his stomach, showing where he wanted your touch. You were timid, careful, and softly caressed the part over his waistline. You could tell he was growing impatient. His hands returned to your backside as he placed more kisses on your neck, slowly inching closer to your warmth while lifting you slightly, leaving room for your hand to travel further down. Cold fingers ran along the sides of your throbbing heat, teasing you and making you stiff with anticipation. Reaching your mouth, he placed his chapped lips on your soft ones, humming as he claimed you in the kiss. Thinking he would finally touch you, he suddenly lowered his hands and caressed your inner thigh, running his hands up and down. He then grabbed your hand, fitting it against his rigid member.

A relieved sigh left his body as he felt your small hand finally touch him. The relief only lasted so long before he felt the immense pleasure striking through his body at your soft caresses, hands leisurely moving up and down. They were unsure as they caressed him, but oh, they felt so good. Arthur felt his body go limp, almost like his muscles turned into heavy stones, as he rested his head in the crook of your neck.

You let out a breathless giggle as you grew more confident when you saw his desperation for your touch. Hugging his head to your chest with one hand embedded in his hair, the other continued to move against him. Slowly, you took one finger and stroked the tip that strained against his pants. A heavy groan left his throat when you touched the sensitive spot, although the feeling felt muted from the layers of clothes.

You looked down beside his head to unfasten the suspenders holding up his jeans. You let them hang over his shoulders as your hands unzipped his jeans, unbuttoning a few buttons on his union suit so you could wriggle your hand inside.

First, your fingers touched a patch of hair under his belly button that led down to his member, the muscles tensing in his stomach. You followed it down, feeling Arthur’s warm breath against your shoulder.

"Christ alive!" The words wormed their way from his throat, sounding strained. You had winded your nimble fingers into his pants, fingertips feeling over the ridge beneath his cock. The touch alone sent a white flash of pleasure through his whole body. Smiling sheepishly, you rubbed your thumb up against the frenulum of his member, coaxing harsh noises from the man.

His head lay limp on your shoulders as his now sweaty hair tickled your skin, your actions turning his brain into mush. Your hand leisurely pumps his cock, going as slow as he can take it as you feel something warm start sliding down the back of your hand.

Curiously, you tried to look between your tightly knit bodies, leaning slightly away from Arthur for a moment. Although you didn't get the chance to look before his arms wound around your waist, bringing you closer to his broad form yet again. He lifted his head like he had woken from a deep slumber, lids heavy as he spoke.

"What kind of spell do you have me under, woman?" He rolled his hips up to meet your hand as it descended at the base of his cock. You readjust on his lap, scooting back slightly to gain more leverage for moving your arm. Arthur's eyes shut tight; his brows furrowed as you brought your other hand to his cheek, caressing it lovingly with your thumb as you gazed at him with warm eyes.

Being this close made you see him more clearly: the slight sunburns on the tall places on his face from being out in the sun all day, the lines on his forehead permanent from his constant frowning, and the thin layer of dirt covering his skin from the endless hard work he put up with. Too focused on what you were doing, he didn’t notice your stare, but his eyes found yours already looking at him when your hand slowed down.

At that moment, his lust drowned in his love for you.

Sometimes, he found you looking at him like that, and it was safe to say it baffled him. The tenderness in your eyes made him tense, unsure. He wasn't used to your affection, but your every move was an act of pure fondness for him. Although it puzzled him, he craved your attention at him at all times and boasted at having such a woman at his hands. A woman no doubt many men surely dreamed of for the rest of their lives if they ever got the chance to lay their eyes on you.

He felt your hand release the grip on his member, letting its now red, swollen tip rest against his stomach. Nimbly, you unbuttoned the other buttons on his union suit, your other hand sneaking under the fabric to touch the revealed skin, caressing his chest slowly as you reached the last button.

Running your hands from his chest to his shoulders, you let the fabric fall on his arms as you stroked over the broad muscles of his thick arms, appreciating their size. He noted that your wandering hands had grown bolder and relished in your touch. You leaned into him, his arms tightening around you to help you closer as you scooted up in his lap so you could reach his neck with your lips.

You heard Arthur grunt as your exposed cunt made contact with his cock when you raised your hips slightly, dragging your wet folds to his tip, letting it rest there as your warm lips put nimble kisses on the sweaty skin under his jawline. His shaft twitched when the muscles in his stomach clenched, the tip dripping precum on his skin as he felt his sack tighten.

"Do you want to kill me?" Breathlessly he spoke to you. Smiling through your kisses, you relished the power you seemed to have over him. "Maybe." You giggled against his skin, continuing to place timid kisses along his neck and pretending to bite him with your teeth. He scoffed at your playfulness, grabbing your bottom and grinding you over his swollen head.

A startled moan left your wet lips, surprised by the sudden contact. The pleasure that shot through your body was sweet but laced with a sharpness that made you quiver in his grasp. It felt delicious; the anticipation of the movement filled every inch of you with deep shivers that racked through your already shaking body.

Your mouth was left gaping against his shoulder, your lingering kisses paused by Arthur pushing you against him in small motions so he could feel the delicious friction your swollen lips created against his rigid member.

"You want me to touch you, darlin'?" His gruff voice spoke. You mewled against him, all traces of the dominance you thought you had for a second go, and he didn't even have to try. It made you realize he only let you because he wanted to.

Calmly, his fingers eased toward your wetness that now almost seemed to drip down your thigh in complaint at being untouched for so long. Two of his fingers parted to stroke either side of your lips, almost throbbing as you clenched around nothing. The strokes continued, never touching you where you wanted him to. You were going crazy. How could he tease you so?

"Arthur." Your voice was quiet and begging, an undertone of wholehearted want seeping through. He hummed against you, lifting your head to place his lips on yours as his fingers finally disappeared beneath your wet folds, gliding toward your clit and resting there. He began drawing small circles that blur your vision as your eyes rolled back, letting out ungodly sounds muted against his lips. His lips continued to move against you, but when he noticed yours weren't, a low chuckle escaped him. Seeing you sitting on top of him with your blouse discarded and skirt lifted to reveal the tempting flesh to his eyes, as your face showing nothing but pure pleasure, drove him mad. The pads of his fingers are rough against your delicate parts, only adding to the bliss surging through your body. As he stroked you gently, your back arched as your hands frantically grabbed his arms. You feel your hands shake, your grip tight on his biceps as his two fingers sink into your hole. You gasped at being filled, clenching your walls tight around his fingers. The stretch burned, his fingers thicker than yours.

Sweet moans reach Arthur’s ears as he moves against your spongy walls, the squelching sound of him entering you filling the quietness of the night. Knuckle deep in you, he bends them expertly, causing your breath to hitch, making you spread your thighs wider for him as you grind down on his hand. His motions were rapid as he dove deep into your heat. Your thighs contracted as you felt your whole body tense, his arms moving underneath your touch.

“Oh, Arthur, please.” You spotted his warm eyes staring into yours when you turned your gaze up at him. Your eyes were pleading with him to take you, tears brimming at the intense feelings he filled you with. He knew what you wanted but had to ensure you were ready, knowing you would hurt otherwise.

“I know, honey, just a little more.” Arthur caressed your hair softly as his jaw clenched, sweat dripping down his forehead as his eyes were stuck on you. He felt hopeless when you looked at him like this. You could get him to do whatever you wanted when looking at him like that; hell, Arthur would even kill for you if you asked. He was wet with your slick, his fingers jamming inside you as you lifted your legs, trying to escape his assault. The sudden change of pace made the pleasure unbearable. Not a single sound left your mouth as your eyebrows furrowed and your mouth hung open. He grabbed your hips, bringing you down against his fingers so you couldn’t escape.

Arthur hoisted you up, fingers leaving your dripping heat as he placed you over his throbbing head. Feeling your wetness wrap around him made his vision blur, ears ringing from the blood that rushed from his head. You leaned back, placing your hands on his knees as his hands found your hips. You sank slowly, watching his member disappear between your folds. The unison makes your heart swell, the thought of your body becoming one running through you like warm whisky, setting your blood afire.

Arthur’s breathing was heavy, his hands shaking slightly from the intenseness of the moment. Every movement was a silent plea for the moment never to end, wanting to stay connected for all eternity in each other’s embrace. The world disappeared around you, becoming a blur. The only thing you saw was each other as you moved over him, feeling him lift you to the top to lower you so you could hug him warmly. Your walls clamped down on him, his mushroom head prodding deep inside your spongy walls, eliciting whines from your open mouth. Arthur was used to being quiet, but you were struggling, terrified someone would hear. You wouldn’t be able to stand the humiliation if you were.

“Come here, darlin’.” He placed his brawny arms under your thighs, his member leaving you as he stood up and laid your back gently on the bed, his hand under your head. Always so careful. Your arms reached for him, seeking his solace and safe embrace as he returned to you, putting his weight on you as close as he could without hurting you. He entered you again as his head rested in the crevice of your neck, panting. He stuffed you full, fuller than you’ve ever been. Your cunt stretched obscenely around him, lips sealing around his cock with a snug, velvet grasp. He set the pace this time. His muscular frame was going slow, but his strokes were hard; your body was being pushed up the bed from the harshness of his thrusts. He brought you deeper into the mattress whenever you felt him dive back inside. Your legs found their way around his waist, bringing him closer to you. Arthur loves how you cling to him, helping you by holding you close as he prods you deeper. He takes your hand, bringing it to your chest and placing it between your breasts as he murmurs something in your skin. You’re too blissed out to hear what as his voice melts like honey at the base of your neck.

“Oh god!” You cry out between his thrusts, moonlight seeping through the folds of the tent and splashing his skin. His palms tremble against you from the effort. He cooed at your noises, shushing you by capturing your lips with his. You had messed up his hair in your blissful frenzy, and his eyes were glossy with lust. His hands ran down the side of your body that arched underneath him, grabbing your thigh and pushing the plush skin up to rest beside you so he could bury the whole cock inside you. You almost felt him in your guts as he prodded against your flesh, leaving you to mumble nonsense into his mouth between the gasps that escaped you from the force of his thrusts. The slide of his length against the silky, slick clench of your cunt is nothing less than ambrosial.

Arthur breathes heavily between clenched teeth as you tighten around him. He slowed his pace to draw himself almost entirely out of you before filling you again with a languid thrust. The coil inside him was tightening, threatening to snap. He was holding you so close now, shielding you from the world as you lay underneath him, eyes glazed with a faraway look. Each caress from his hand said the words his sex-addled mind couldn’t make his mouth form.

I love you

He wrapped his arm under your waist, supporting your arching body, pistoning you now with brutal efficiency. Still, affection lingered in everything he did. He never gripped you too hard as his rough hands remained gentle. For you. Only for you. His hands slipped down the planes of your stomach to apply gentle pressure to the hooded bundle of nerves, sending a shock through you like a burst of electricity. Whatever words you tried to speak came out as little more than a garbled cry as he teased furious circles over your still swollen clit, arms tight against his neck.

“Please.” Lust-filled sounds left you as you begged. You didn’t know what for, his assault leaving your thoughts in shambles. He doubted there was a more beautiful sight than the woman he loved unraveling under the force of his thrusts. Your walls clenched around him, contracting as you sucked him more profoundly into your cunt.

“I love you!” You cried into his ear; Arthur’s eyes shut tight as his hips spluttered, pumping deeper inside you, noises he let out erupting from his lips in a sound that could only be likened to a primal whine. With a final uneven snap of his hips, the coil inside him snapped, and his release spilled inside you. His forehead rested between your shoulder blades as he trembled, your hands resting in his hair lovingly amidst the tremors running through your body. Arthur’s hips snapped up into you one last time, pushing up into you as far as possible to continue feeling the warmth and tightness of your cunt. His cum spurted out, coating your walls and escaping your entrance that he was stuffing with his cock. He gripped your thighs, moving his hips languidly, basking in the sharp pleasure running through him as his vision faded.

You could feel him relaxing in your grasp, heavy breathing leaving him as he gently kissed your trembling skin. You hummed over him at his touch, a pleasureful little sound that, despite being wholly spent, had him wondering if he could muster up the energy to retake you as his head lifted to claim your lips, tongue flickering lazily out to tangle with your own. Arthur grabbed your thighs that were wound tightly around his waist as he scooted down the bed, pressing them to flush against the mattress. He spread you wide, your body covered in sweat and cum, exposed before his eyes as he wasted no time putting his mouth on your puffy cunt. His tongue was warm as he entangled it in your wetness. Your hands tried to grip your hair, sheets, and headboard to find stability until they rested in Arthur’s hair. He could feel you pull on his roots, the feeling making him groan against you. The sound created vibrations against your sensitive clit. It felt like his mouth was eating you whole as he nuzzled as close as he could, sucking ferociously on your tender flesh. His tongue entered you, making you dizzy as blood buzzed in your ears. You looked down at him, breath hitching as you found his hazy eyes already on yours. It felt sinful to keep eye contact with him as he performed such a sensual act on you, but his admiring eyes left you searing with pleasure. You couldn’t look away, not yet. You felt him wind his arms under your thighs as he gripped your inner thighs, sitting up so he was resting on his heels.

“Arthur!” You exclaimed at the sudden motion. Your head rested on the bed as Arthur lifted you off it, his arms wrapped around your stomach, hugging you tightly against him as he buried his head further into your cunt. The air left you from his actions, your legs hitting his back to escape the frenetic torture he put you through. Wet noises filled the tent, Arthur’s dark eyes gazing down at you. You looked sinful, he thought. Usually so innocent, but at this moment, with your hair spread out on the messy sheets, a pink flush covering your cheeks, and dazed eyes staring up at him, you looked like he had corrupted you and filled every inch of you with pure ecstasy. He lifted his mouth from you, the lower part of his face glistening wet as his fingers found your clit. They stroked you gently as he hummed at your quiet mewls.

“Gettin’ close, honey?” Arthur cooed as you stared up at him with glistening eyes, brows furrowed in pleasure. Your expression told him enough, so he lowered his head again and extended his tongue inside you, massaging your walls. It felt good, so good that high-pitched whines started leaving you. His one hand found your mouth, muffling the sounds. Your hips began twitching, moving against his mouth as you struggled between putting distance from his lips and pulling him closer. His fingers were relentless, rubbing you faster to where you heard ringing in your ears from the searing pleasure you felt coursing through you. The fire pooling low in your abdomen started spreading, leaving a burning trail as it flowed through your every vein. Your head rolled back against the sheets, mouth open wide, but no noise left you as hot tears fell from your eyes. The world slowed down, your orgasm shattering your body. Rippling through you, it made you tense up, your walls pulsing around Arthur’s tongue as he slowly massaged your insides, intensifying your orgasm. Your hips started jerking against him, his arm holding you still as he hummed against you while observing you underneath him.

The world before you was blurred when your eyes slowly opened, the ringing now faint as you felt Arthur kiss the inside of your thigh, his hand rubbing your stomach soothingly. He lowered you onto the bed as your eyes gained focus. He could feel you gaze at him as he lifted you to lay your head on the pillow, caressing your cheeks. It was quiet; the only thing cutting through the air was your frantic breathing, both of you trying to catch your breath. Your eyes locked, a silent understanding between you as your trembling hand brushed his sweaty strands behind his ears.

“I love you,” He mumbled against your skin, eyes peering up at you. There was a look in his eyes you hadn’t seen before, and it took a few seconds for you to recognize it. Remorse. “But I don’t deserve you.” He sounded defeated, eyes staring absentmindedly like he was off somewhere else. It was a rarity for him to be this honest with you, but his words rang true. He didn’t deserve you; he knew it, you knew it, and everyone around you knew it. But he had you, body and soul. He had every part of you, even the parts you wanted to shield from both him and the world. His arms wrapped around you, covering you in his safe embrace, and your heart ached inside you when gazing at the man in front of you.

Before you could speak, he placed his lips against yours. There wasn’t much to be said anymore, your hearts speaking the words your lips couldn’t utter.

#arthur morgan x female reader #arthur morgan smut #arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #red dead redemption smut #red dead redemption 2 smut #red dead redemption imagine #red dead redemption 2 imagine #arthur morgan imagine #smut

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leo-artista · 6 days ago

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Hey. So. About that frankenstan comic I was making. I may have turned it into a oneshot that I wrote at like 2am. It's not very well written, and it's also pretty short, but I thought it was decent enough that I could post it instead of the comic (that I will not finish because burnout is kicking my ass rn)

So enjoy some of my rare mediocre writing I guess, because I will not be doing this again anytime soon (also constructive criticism is welcome and very appreciated)

Stanley Pines had died.

He couldn't remember exactly how. Every time he tried to piece together the events that transpired, his memories would get further and further repressed into his subconscious until all he was left with were vague feelings and snippets that he couldn't be sure were memories or a dream he had once. Which, frankly, is expected. Why would his brain want to keep that in his head when it would most likely only give him night terrors? Yeah, no thanks. He already has enough of those as is.

Still, part of Stan wished he knew what had happened. He had tried asking Ford, once, about a week after he "woke up". That was a mistake. Ford didn't say anything. He just looked at him with an expression that Stan spent the next few days regretting having put in his brother's face. Afterwards, they hugged for a long time, until Ford quietly spoke against his heart: "You were murdered."

He didn't try asking again.

Sometimes, it kept him awake at night, making him recount every instance in his life where he almost died. Running from the police, freezing inside his car, getting chased by Rico, starving in the streets, chewing his way out of a trunk- there were so many ways he could have kicked the bucket. So many instances where he had thought his luck had finally ran out, and this time he wouldn't make it. In the end, he had been right about one thing- there was no way his life would end peacefully. Dreams of getting rich and growing old were something Stan had given up on long before his time was up. There was no point in seeking that out anymore, no hope of actually living a life. Only surviving.

Until Ford decided to say fuck you to God and bring him back to life, that is.

When his brother told him what had happened, Stan didn't know what to think. Not because of the whole yeah so I'm Victor Frankenstein now I guess deal- honestly, that was the least surprising part of the whole story. If there was anyone on earth who could manage to figure out a way to reverse death- something no human has succeeded at in centuries of existence- it would be Ford. His brother was just cool like that.

He was more surprised at the fact Ford had done it for Stan, of all people. The man who ruined his life. The guy who couldn't leave his childhood dream behind and grow up. The con-man and criminal who never managed to make up for his countless mistakes. The worthless one.

"Why did you do it?" Stan asked one evening. "Bring me back, I mean."

Ford looked at him with a dumbfounded expression. "What?"

Stan shrugged, "Just... seems like way too much effort just to bring someone back, y'know? I'm not sure if I'm worth all of that."

Ford's expression quickly turned sour. "What do you mean by that?"

Stan sighed. "I'm just saying, it would be one thing if I was at the hospital and you came over to help or something. But I was dead, Ford. You can't just come back from that."

Ford's eyebrows scrunched up and his mouth trembled, as if he couldn't decide whether to be angry or upset. "If that was true, you wouldn't be here right now." Instinctively, Ford's hand snatched Stan's wrist, his thumb pressing right above his pulse point. Stan could feel how much that small action calmed him.

He swallowed. "Yeah. Because for some damn reason you thought turning me into fucking Frankenstein was a better idea than just mourning me and moving on with your life."

The hand holding his wrist squeezed harder.

"You act as if it would have been easy." Ford hissed. "Like your death was something trivial, unimportant." He looked into Stan's bleak eyes. "Do you honestly think I would have spent all this time working to get you back if that were the case? What, did you think that- that I wouldn't care?" he said, offended.

"I didn't say that." Stan replied. "I just- fuck, Ford. I thought you hated me for all those years."

Ford looked like he had been slapped.

"But bringing someone back from the dead? Spending months fixing their body- replacing limbs, stiching new skin, getting new organs from God knows where? That ain't something you do for just anyone. And sure as hell not for someone you hate." He released a breath he didn't notice he was holding. "And... I don't know what to do with that."

A long moment passed where neither of them spoke. Then, Ford lunged at his brother, griping him with all the strength he had.

"You" Ford croaked, "are an idiot. Of course I would do the impossible and more to get you back. You're not allowed to leave me. I don't care how mad I was with you back then, none of that mattered. You always mattered." He leaned his head against Stan's shoulder to hide the tears pricking his eyes. "I just wish it hadn't taken you dying for me to show that."

Stan swallowed the lump forming in his throat, putting his arms around Ford and squeezing. One of his hands -the few parts that had been preserved from his original body- went to Ford's head, caressing his scalp in the same way he always did back when they were kids. He felt Ford sigh and sag against his shoulder, breath gently ghosting his collarbone.

"Thank you." Stan murmured lowly against his head.

Thank you for giving me this. For forgiving me. For still caring about me, even if I don't deserve it.

Ford didn't reply, but he squeezed back.

#frankenstan au

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crowlhoard · 3 months ago

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So, about everything that is wrong with Veilguard have already been expressed, but I have one more issue I have barely seen mentioned anywhere, and my annoyance with it is buzzing in my skull like an angry hornet's nest, so I want to let it out.

The issue's name is Assan. And I loath him.

Specifically, I can't stand his archetype of a cute mascot, replacing an animal companion. I'm used to this archetype oversaturating kids cartoons, but I definitely didn't expect Dragon Age of all things to fall victim to it.

First - a mini tangent about dragons. Some posts here already mentioned how DAV dropped out a chunk of dragon lore, equating them to simple animals (although the change started already in DAI), instead of "The blood of the dragons is the blood of the world". Dragons, massive superpredators, living in a world with no comparable size of prey animal (maybe elephants or whales, at best), somehow find enough prey to diverge into whole different species with specific adaptations to certain habitats, kind of locking them in their territories. Unlike a more reasonable DAO approach, where there was one species of dragons, periodically going onto massive hunts, devouring whole regions to feed their brood and being comparable to a natural disaster. Which made their rarity also very reasonable, given the absolute swaths of territories they would need to sustain themselves. DAV did make an attempt at thinking environmentally about such creatures by mentioning that one beach dragon species that eats marine life.

Now - back to griffons. That one dragon is where environmental thinking ends. Griffons, supposed half-lions, half-eagles. The mixture of two HYPERCARNIVORES that somehow created a facultative omnivore, like a dog. That needs carrots and truffles in their diet. When the majority of their fiber and vitamins needs should be covered by stomach contents of their prey. Like, say... I dunno.... nugs? But Maker forbid some kid sees an animal eating another animal.

The species, with such an obvious hybrid look, but conveniently NOT created by the evil Elven Goddess, that is known for creating the whole new species for her people. Mother of the Halla and all that. They also conveniently hate everything Blight related, behave like an absolutely domesticated animal and not a tamed one, so they have no hunting behaviors and just wanna feed sick animals and protect the forest! While acting like a cutesy pug!

Mabari in the first and second game were fascinating. A breed, magically created to potentially have a human comparable intelligence, and an ability to pass their own judgment to pick a side. We are informed straight away that they are allies, companions, not some lap-warming pets.

While mounts in Inquisition are props, their codex descriptions are still fascinating. Proud Hallas, having little tolerance for stupid riders. Vicious dracolisks, ready to snap away your extremities at the slightest show of weakness.

But griffons? Nah. It's a baby to the single dad Davrin and a convenient pet to snuggle with. Not a look at an ancient species of valiant flying hunters, ferocious enough to challenge an Archdemon with their riders. Not a mysterious species, with their own unique behaviors and adaptations and abilities.

Assan is a Disney cartoon mascot and nothing more.

P.S. The commentors from the community in which this was posted first, brought up another important detail to my attention: those griffons are 10 years old! For them to be this small, they'd have to be a second generation. And Wardens are keeping them in cages for some reason? I guess it's for easier kidnapping... This game seems to intensely hate the Wardens.

#I know it's an extremely minor issue compared to everything else wrong with this game #but does it annoy me so #I skipped ALL the promo material for this game #I kept waiting and waiting for this game to start getting better #surely it'll even out after this rough start?#or this rough part?#and it never did #veilguard critical #dav critical #At this point #it's not about noticing cracks in the writing #it's the story itself being one massive crack in the narrative #dragon age

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starie-leo · 1 month ago

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𝐀𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐬

Time for me to read Anton's chart too. I know this is late but happy birthday to Anton and sorry for making everyone wait this long.

Small Note: He was on a Japanese fortune teller show where his chart was revealed and I calculated his rising sign using that but could only estimate his birth time. This reading will use that estimate instead and be in whole sign system.

Anton's chart surprised me a lot. I never expected him to be so martian all while being ruled by a gemini mars too but after reading his chart while looking at his life it started to make more sense. He also has a night chart so his moon is more active in his chart. Overall he's very ambitious, hard-working and also has great leadership qualities. Although his chart gives off very fiery, restless and impulsive energy, he can calm himself down and carefully think his way through things since he's also born at night.

Scorpio Rising:

Very mysterious, attractive, and magnetic placement almost in a intimidating way. As a scorpio rising, Anton leads his life in a very 'all or nothing' manner. He's quite loyal, reserved and can have a intense presence. He can be easily distrustful of people so he doesn't become friends with people as easily; you'd really have to prove that you're a friend to him or that you'd be loyal to him before he decides to have you as a part of his life. He's also a very resilient person since having a scorpio rising is an indicator of that as well as living a tough life. We probably can't tell since most of us see him on screen, but his stare would be very piercing and intense to look at in real life. Also an indicator of having a strong, sharp jawline. I did try to find more info on his personality that I could use as astrological evidence and wasn’t really surprised when I couldn’t find much on him but I guess that itself is evidence of him being a scorpio rising since they’re known to be private and hidden (or maybe I'm just bad at research).

Chart Ruler in 8H:

As if scorpio rising wasn't, Anton also has his chart ruler in 8H like Eunseok but unlike Eunseok, his chart ruler is mars. He's introverted, mysterious and secretive of course. He also may have made a major life decision which completely transformed his life and shifted his path while he was still young (becoming an idol for example). Indicator of someone who had to experience a lot of hardships early in life. Inheritance will play a major role in his life (he also comes from a wealthy family so this checks out). Much like Eunseok, even the ones closest to him won't get to know him fully.

Gemini Mars in 8H:

Anton is resourceful and intelligent at talking his way out of problems. He can be a very restless and impatient individual (also considering his aries stellium). He'd be great at any games or sports that require quick thinking and body-eye coordination (he used to be a swimmer before he was an idol). Also an indicator of having strong hands/arms or strong lungs. Similar to Eunseok even though they're opposite signs, he may enjoy lighthearted debates but for different reasons. For Eunseok, it's more about his personal beliefs and for Anton it's more about presenting the right information and facts. He may also enjoy word games. Good at multi-tasking; he's able to work on and focus on multiple passions simultaneously. He's also a very strong-willed and mentally strong individual (8H mars) and can recover quickly from painful situations to get back on track. An indicator of being good at managing crisis too. He's able to hide his anger well too, making him unpredictable when angry. That Japanese astrologer said he has a hidden masculine side to him well this placement is actually the indicator for it.

Aries Sun in 6H:

He's self-assured/confident, brave and ambitious. He'd also be well respected in his work-place. He also has sun sextile mars so he’s very energetic and can work twice as much as the average person. Also an indicator of being very ambitious. 6H rules competitors & rivals too so his sun being here means that he's almost naturally able to win against people and overcome daily problems easily. He's got good leadership qualities. He has good hygiene, health and also has the discipline to maintain it. Has great work ethic too and is extremely skilled at what he does; not one to do a half-assed job.

Aries Moon in 6H:

Strong survival instinct. Anton is very independent, passionate and ambitious. He’s a very playful person from the inside but can have some trouble getting that out. He’s got good leadership qualities as mentioned before and is quite enthusiastic and strong willed but can have issues expressing it properly where it’s like he can’t really assert himself without needing the right push and encouragement. I think he got it now though as we see him take the lead more often than before. He has a moon-mercury conjunction so he's also quite emotionally intelligent and is able to explain how he feels logically. This also makes him a well-liked person, to the point where even his haters can't deny his charm. He has moon sextile neptune, which indicates that he has vivid and rich imagination. Similar to Wonbin & Eunseok, Anton also has a 6H moon, but his health isn't as sensitive as theirs since it's in aries and he also has mercury and sun in the same house. This is also an indicator of being a hard-worker & highly perfectionist person (sorry forgot to put it in the last 2 readings). I’m starting to think that 6H moons might be an indicator for artists/idols because up till now all 3 readings of the members had 6H moon which feels like a crazy coincidence.

Aries Mercury in 6H:

Anton is very straightforward when communicating. This placement usually is talkative and talks very fast but Anton's chart leans on the private side, so I'll say he thinks very fast and can also be a fast & impulsive decision-maker but I do think he's the type to talk a lot online than in real life. He may have trouble with both talking too much and not talking enough like saying too much at the wrong times but then also not saying enough for others. He may also come off as argumentative or sassy at times. He has mercury-moon conjunction as mentioned earlier, this also makes him a very eloquent speaker and very soft spoken (as we all already know) since the moon softens anything it touches and mercury rules speech & voice. Can get nervous and shy when expressing his adventurous side. The only downside I see to this is that he can be quick to jump to conclusions and make rash decisions based on his emotions. He'd be very good at using his intellect to help others, efficient at problem-solving and getting out of problems by talking his way out (combined with gemini mars). Indicator of good, balanced health too. Anton has a really strong mars-mercury mutual reception so I also think he'd be really good at debates and arguments in general like I don't think you'd be able to win against this man easily.

Taurus Venus in 7H:

Probably the best venus placement right next to Wonbin's. Indicator of natural beauty and attractiveness. Has a sensual & luxurious look and vibe to him too. Also has good knowledge of aesthetics. Good placement for any kind of artist since it's also an indicator for having a natural artistic talent. Anton's relationships are peaceful and harmonious. He'd be a very loyal & stable partner. That fortune-teller also said he knows what women would like/want and this is the indicator of it because his venus (which rules women) is well-placed and doesn't seem to have any strong malefic aspects if you don't count outer planets and north node conjunction (if that counts as malefic). So he's easily able to attract people (attracts pretty people often too) to him. He's very cooperative and good at listening to others too. He'd be good at being diplomatic with people he doesn't like so he wouldn't make enemies very easily or just have one-sided enemy-ship lol. This is also maybe how other people view him, yk as a very peace-loving person. He can attract a lot of jealousy though. He has venus square neptune which can indicate that he may put his partner on a pedestal or have a blinded view on his relationships where even if the person is bad for him he can't really see the faults due to him liking the person. He'll have to learn it the hard way sadly. He can also have a blinded view on money; being an over spender for example. Definitely has high standards for partners & relationships too.

Virgo Jupiter in 11H:

His Jupiter is in detriment so he can have problems with being hopeful for things since he has a tendency to look at situations critically and realistically. Anton finds his hope and luck through his group and friends. This also means he can't be lied to easily, combined with his scorpio rising and 8H mars, he's good at analyzing things and also digging deeper to find out. If you want him to believe in something you'd have to give him good logical reasons. Fame and success indicator as it is in the 11H. He's able to find and become close with the right kind of people you know like people who can help him achieve his goals. Another sweet detail about his placement is that Anton finds his hope and luck through his group and friends.

Cancer Saturn in 9H:

He's likely afraid of being emotionally vulnerable. Again problems with having faith and believing and can be critical of religion/spirituality. Or he may be the opposite where he's very strict about religion. Anton may also have very strict morals. He could pursue a degree much later in life.

Uranus in 5H:

Anton's self-expression and creativity is very unique (almost in a strange way?) and could be hard to grasp for many people. We'll be see more of it when he makes solo music and he'd probably make music that would surprise many people. Like maybe a genre that we never expected him to do. He's also the type to rebel through his creative expression. Similar to Eunseok but not as strongly, he could be attracted to unique and weird people like weird in the sense that the people he likes/dates are so different from him that from our point of view it lowkey looks weird. He could have on-n-off or sudden relationships like he suddenly dates someone and suddenly breaks up. Also the type to be detached in dating.

Neptune in 4H:

I read that this is an indicator of someone who has no memory of their birth place as they got separated from their birth place when they were too young which fits well in Anton's case. He could have an idealistic view on family life and home like something very unrealistic and almost impossible to achieve. He also maybe puts his parents on a high pedestal too. Very secretive home life. This is good since he's an idol. His neptune and other outer planets aren't as prominent in his chart so it probably wouldn't affect him as much.

Pluto in 2H:

He might become obsessed with money and having financial stability and success. He can also have an obsessive spending habit and have strong desires to own many things at the same time. Pluto rules over major and drastic transformation so Anton's views on his self-worth and money can drastically change as he ages like he could start off as someone who's very materialistic and money-obsessed but then by the time when he hits like 30 he'd be super anti-materialistic.

He was fun to read for me since I don't usually see or read stelliums in a chart that often. I'm ngl I thought he was a leo rising only for leo to be his 10H instead. I'll update this reading if I learn anything new or find any interesting aspects.

#astrology #astrology blog #astro notes #astro observations #astrology community #yet another leo #kpop astrology #anton #scorpio rising #aries #scorpio #taurus #chart reading #chart analysis #stellium #riize

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linddzz · 4 months ago

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While yes, Viktor is confident too, but...

This man isn't shy? He's hyperventilating and nervous-tapping over the idea of giving a speech!

This man?

I guess Im not getting across like, the Vibe that I always see that bothers me? Viktor's got the social anxiety for sure, and it's VERY fair to assume that his condition makes him even more self conscious to be up in front of a crowd full of topsiders. He's pretty clear in episode 1 that he's aware of how topsiders see him and his cane use, and that's before his disability is even more visible.

But ALSO very few people ARE good on a stage in front of tons of people. And also there's a very specific connotation to "shy" that is beyond social anxiety.

Shyness to me, is its own flavor of social anxiety plus timidness. The actual definition is a bashful, timid nervousness. It has connotations of the wilting flower personality. Viktor, even when he's quiet around other people doesn't come across as nervous or timid in the slightest. His first introduction has him VERY confident and collected surrounded by enforcers and not taking Jayce being snappy and angry at him. As a kid there's more of an argument to be made because what awkward socially isolated kid isn't going to be shy. But at the same time he doesn't try to shrink away from Sky's attention, he still looks right back up at her, he just keeps on doing his own thing. Mostly he comes across as someone who does not know how to casually interact with people so he doesn't. He's got tunnels in his eyes lmao.

Viktor is complicated. Viktor is nuanced. It's why he's Ultimate Blorbo. He's withdrawn and awkward and not very good at interacting with people, but he's not timid about it. He is very self assured in himself.

But when I say fandom makes him shy it IS much more of the wilting flower timid woobie that I kept seeing in Season1 fics. There was SO MUCH of Viktor being the nervous soft spoken anxious thing who was just so happy Jayce was even giving him the time of day as if Viktor didn't sass Jayce about his notes right after he stopped the man from jumping lmaoooo

And idk not to be TOO OBVIOUS with my projecting but it's the part of Viktor I can relate to the most. I consider myself a quiet person who gets annoyed when people think that me being quiet = shy. I'm able to speak up well on zoom calls with colleagues and I also would rather drop dead than have to go up on a stage in front of a bunch of normal people who I know were expecting someone very different. I get nervous and shaky speaking up in front of a crowd of colleagues even! but afterwards I can go right up to people like "your presentation was insane tell me more right now." I am often quiet and uncomfortable in large social situations because I know that most people there are operating under a different wavelength than I am, I do not know what the right responses to things are, or I full on do not know how to not accidentally come across as a huge asshole and I don't want to be an asshole. And when I was younger I would have so many people come up and act like I was a little wallflower (bc oh boy can I also relate to being quiet while physically small meaning being constantly infantalized) who "didn't need to be so shy" and every time I was like "I'm not shy. I just don't feel any engagement with this conversation and I don't want to be a dick and tell you that, but if you gently tell me it's ok to talk one more time I'm gonna start biting."

(It got better as I got older bc I learned that if you're quiet but making active eye contact instead of staring off into other directions - not to avoid attention but because you're just thinking of other shit - people will stop labeling you as shy and instead say "intimidating" or "mysterious" which is also hilarious when what you're thinking about is "machine herald big naturals lmao" but it's better than being labeled "shy")

#arcane #Viktor arcane #viktor meta #hes a complicated guy!!#i maybe project onto him a lot and it makes my opinions bigger!!#he absolutely is repressed and is VERY GOOD probably at coming up with logical reasons for him to not be more forward #but there were so many fics where he was adverting his eyes and blushing and every time i wanted to bite stuff #it also may be that people are using shy to mean different things #when to me shy has a VERY specific connotation

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killerlookz · 4 months ago

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Can u post a preview of heartbeat pleaseee im so desperate i’ve missed this au so bad

yessss.... i can :3, ahh happy WIP wednesday everyone hehehe

heartbeat! au: part 4 preview under the cut!

rpf warning, do not continue if uncomfortable!

Joost scoffs, his presence in the room suddenly overwhelming.

"You're kidding right?" His voice is dry, you can tell he is, at the very least, trying to not be accusatory, instead it just comes across as demeaning.

"What?" You're confused, unsure of what the supposed joke is.

"That you love him. You don't really? You're just saying that."

"Oh," You pause, looking down at your lap, realizing you're still undressed, "Yeah, I guess- no- I don't"

"You guess?"

"Yeah," You shrug, unsure of what he's getting at, "I guess."

"No fucking shit." Accusation becoming richer in his tone, he smiles in pure disbelief, his voice almost a laugh, "You have fucking feelings for him." He shakes his head, seemingly bewildered.

"No- I, no. I didn't say that." You turn towards Joost, stammering, you know how this will end, "No no-no I don't."

"Bullshit." He spits, standing up from where he'd been sitting on the bed, "Do you love him?" He steps to your side of the bed, standing over you, tilting his forehead down, fully interrogating you now.

Joost had never been intimidating to you, not like this, sure, before you had started dating and when you'd had a little crush on him he had made you nervous, but not intimidated.

"No- I-" God you're pathetic, stuttered no's are just about the only thing you can muster out of your mouth. You beg for any other sound to leave your mouth, but it won't, you can't.

"Say it then." His jaw clenches.

"Say what?"

"Say you have absolutely no feelings for him, tell me you don't love him."

"Joost," You start, pulling the comforter up to the chest, sensing an argument approaching, and preferring not to do it naked, "Stop this, what are you trying to prove?"

"Wanting to cut things off, wasn't about being unfair to Michael, it's because you love him." He's got it all wrong, at least, you're pretty sure he does.

"No, no, Joost that's not true I was just sick of the guilt, the sneaking around, I just want to try, I want to try to be a good person." It's all too much, tonight has been far, far too much, the warm tears finally beginning to brim in your waterline, obscuring your vision of Joost hovering above you as you look up at him. You attempt to blink them away, but the fluttering of your lashes just propels the small droplets down your cheek.

"Just, look me in the eyes, and tell me you don't have feelings for him." He's practically begging, the anger in his voice is only surface level, insecurity and anxiety buried deep beneath the demanding words.

"Please, stop, you don't need to be like this." You're fully crying now, unable to take this interrogation, god, why can't you just tell Joost you don't have feelings for Michael, why won't the words come out of your mouth?

"Exactly." Joost's face writhes, throat bobbing as he swallows down what you can assume is a desire to begin to cry, "Get out."

"W-what? Why?" He's never been like this before. Many times has Joost been angry with you, furious even. But kicking you out? That was a new one. You're unsure of what has gotten into you, and you'd be lying if you said it ddidn't frighten you just a little. "Get out?" You repeat, eyebrows furrowing, choked words barely above a whisper.

"No," He sighs, and you hope he's come to his senses. "No- no, whatever. I'm sleeping on the couch. You can leave first thing in the morning. I'll give you what you so clearly want, we'll end things here." He sounds defeated, the anger finally subsiding in his voice, giving way to whatever emotions it had been meant to mask.

#my inbox 💌#wip wednesday #heartbeat! au #joost klein x reader #rpf

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sparxyv · 4 months ago

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WIP tag game!

(again muahahaha 😈 thank you for the tag @heylorrain!)

i love these little threads because i always have SO many WIPs that i get impatient to share ..

MILENAAA MY GIRLL i love you forever muah muah

no idea if i'm ever going to finish these but.. we'll see

yule ball nonsense ^^ i feel like im spoiling my own posts with this.. pls guys you don't know all the context stick with me !!! (+bonus points if you can guess who the characters in the third one are)

SUPER BLURRED BECAUSE ITS A SURPRISE .. 🙌🙌

+ little snippet to a three part pre-HL mousey fic?? 👀

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Athol was absolutely certain he was the most miserable soul to ever set foot in Hogwarts.

The rain drummed against the window, as if trying to mock him with its relentless rhythm. He flopped back onto his bunk with a theatrical sigh, arm draped across his face. “I don’t get it,” he muttered to himself for probably the fifteenth time that morning. He peeked out from under his arm to glance at the little collection of odds and ends on his windowsill—a bracelet, a scraggly flower, and a wooden snake that still had a chip in its tail from a very unintentional duel. His first few years at Hogwarts had felt like it was packed with endless laughter and ridiculous adventures. Now? It was like staring into the soggy bottom of a cauldron someone forgot to clean. Thunder rumbled in the distance, the kind of dramatic punctuation that perfectly matched his mood. If life were fair, it would strike right outside his window to really drive the point home. Instead, the storm just kept drizzling on, indifferent to his misery.

It wasn’t like he was entirely friendless. There was his bunkmate, sweet Duncan Hobhouse, who always had a kind word and a dozen excuses to avoid trying anything remotely exciting. But Duncan didn’t fill the gap left by Sebastian, Anne, and Ominis.

The fight—the great betrayal as Athol had taken to calling it (in his head, anyway)—had turned his fourth year into a gray slog. He had hoped, maybe foolishly, that things would blow over. Instead, Sebastian seemed determined to act like Athol was a ghost haunting the Hogwarts castle.

At first, he’d been immensely angry with Sebastian. How dare he blow up after one small comment, then completely ice Athol out of his life? As if he were nothing? And now, although the anger at Sebastian’s dramatics still remained, he just missed his friends.

They hadn’t even talked since the second week of the school year - it’d now been 37 days.

Athol groaned, throwing his head back. What could he even do about the whole situation? He couldn’t apologize, no. His pride wouldn’t let him, and he didn’t even believe Sebastian deserved an apology in the first place.

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(I HOPE THIS MAKES AT LEAST A BIT OF SENSE LOL.. i feel halfway illiterate when writing 💀💀)

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#umm okay first time posting writing on here I'M SCARED #i just haven't written anything since middle/high school LOLL #anyways. i want to draw so BAD #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fanart #hogwarts legacy art #hogwarts legacy mc #hogwarts legacy oc #sparxyvdoodles

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xileonaaaa · 5 months ago

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Hi! I hope you’re doing well❤️ I saw your asks were open!!! I was wondering (if you haven’t already done this) if you could do JJK boys and their love languages? Gojo, Geto, Megumi, Itadori, Toji… or ig any of them:3 I hope you’re having a good night/day!! Remember to take care of yourself ❤️

Hello! I know I'm getting around to this ask super-duper late, but I genuinely had no idea on how to do this. 😭🫶 I hope you enjoy!(I added choso, and sukuna because I couldn't think of anything unique for yuji or megumi, hope that's okay.)

I couldn't stick to a specific au so....yea.

Love Language Hc’s

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・❥・> Gojo:

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

If he were his younger self, he’d tease you all the way to hell, but you’ll find that as he grows up and gets older, he matures.

Instead of always beating around the bush, or giving you backhanded compliments, you’d probably find that he’s ridiculously straightforward with his feelings. There would be no confusion, or guessing games, he’ll tell you exactly what it is he’s feeling, what he wants, and what's on his mind. He’s very open.

He’ll let you know when he’s feeling a bit let down, if you hurt him, etc. Now, his version of communication is quite different from yours, as he goes about telling you how you may have hurt him in a joking manner. It’s up to you to pick up what he’s trying to put down. (No need to fret though, he’s a tough cookie. In his words, he’s like a cockroach. Stubborn, and seriously in love with you.)

As petty as he can be, he never holds past arguments or what he likes to call “disagreements” against you.

He loves to give you grandiose gifts, and he loves surprising you with them even more. Even if you are a humble person, he’ll still gift you crazy expensive things. (If it really makes you uncomfortable, he won’t do it.)

He spends every ounce of his free time with you. Even if neither of you are talking, he loves to just rest his head in your lap and just bask in your presence. (His younger self would’ve talked your ear off while doing so, but now that he’s older, he prefers the silence and the occassional sounds of tapping that accompanies you as you scroll through your feed.)

He tries his best to indulge in your hobbies. He’s a simple man really, even though he appears very complicated. Seeing you do something you love makes him happy, so he’ll try his best to do it with you. (He’ll probably outdo you by a long shot, so he does his best to not overdo anything, no matter how hard it is. (He doesn’t wanna steal your limelight.)

He takes small items that you use on a daily-with him on missions, keeping them safely tucked away in his pockets. Whenever he’s feeling a little anxious, or concerned about something, he’ll reach in his pocket and twirl your little trinket around in his hand. It always helps to calm him down.

He’s quick to reprimand anyone if he feels they’re getting a little too up-close-and-comfortable with him. Even though he technically has infinity on 24/7 whenever he’s outside of his house, it still doesn’t protect him against the dangers of both women and men that try and throw themselves at him. (Younger him would’ve been so flattered, he would’ve made it a show to play into these advances just to make you angry. He wouldn’t do that now, any type of distress he may put you through, even if it is on accident, makes him feel horrible.)

He does NOT try to hide just how clingy he is when out in public.

He listens more than he talks whenever he’s with you. Your opinion matters greatly to him.

Whenever he can, he does his best to help you out around the house. Simple things like putting his shoes in the rack by the front door, cleaning up any dishes that are left in the sink, and making sure all of his clothes made it into the laundry basket.

He makes sure he tells you he loves you every single day.

This man loves you so, so much and is constantly thanking you for putting up with him and all of his crazy antics. Gojo is the type of man to want to change, and do better for both himself, and just in general, just to impress you. Making you feel safe, and having you trust him is all he could ever ask for.

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・❥・> Geto:

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He's very passionate about you.

The biggest thing he does to show his love for you, is taking care of all of your needs.

He looks rather cold, and to the public eye, he even seems a little sadistic (that's putting it very lightly), but to you, he’s the absolute warmest.

He’s very observant, and if there’s anything off about you, he’ll know in an instant. (It's like he has super senses, and can detect potential arguments from a mile away.)

He keeps to himself when out and about, but he’s a such clingy guy behind closed doors it’s ridiculous. (He’s not as bad as Gojo, but he’s up there.)

When out in public, he mainly keeps his hands to himself. However, every once in a while he would do small, subtle things like pressing little kisses to your forehead, and holding your hand, things of that caliber.

His favorite past time is having you rest on his chest while he reads. (He loves watching your relaxed form rise and fall, softly patting your head and feeling that you're here with him.)

He absolutely loves smothering you with kisses and all of the love he has to offer.

It’s pretty hard for him to express what he’s feeling, but he does his best to show you how much he appreciates you. (Small things, like cooking for you when you're tired or feeling under the weather. Shoulder massages and foot rubs are a big thing too, he's really good at them.)

He’s always the first one to scold you about your health. (You know better than to let a cough slip out around him. He'll have you back in bed, wrapped up tightly in sheets while he checks your temperature, in a matter of seconds.)

He can be a little harsh at times, but that’s only when he’s trying to get his point across. (He’s most often right anyways.)

One thing that probably won’t ever change about him, is his serious love to dote on you. (He’s a firm believer of “Anything my girl wants, she’s getting it.”)

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・❥・> Toji:

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He nags and bickers with you from time to time, but he is very attentive, maybe even more so than you. (Only thing is that he'll sometimes choose to ignore things just because he's too lazy to deal with whatever it is.)

He notices when you're having a bad day, or is feeling under the weather, and he tries his best to make you feel better.

Due to your very differnt lifestyles, the two of you often clash heads, and it's usually him in the wrong. (He's so awkward that it's virtually impossible not to burst out laughing when this absolute unit of a man shows up at your doorstep with a bouquet of roses and a box of your favorite chocolates, softly apologizing, and saying that he'll do better. You immediately forgive him, but you don't miss out on the opportunity to scold him a bit while he's still feeling guilty. He does end up doing better.)

Though he can be a pain in the ass, and very difficult to understand, theres no doubt that he cares about you, genuinely. (You can see it in the small things that he does. For example, ever the traditional man, he keeps you on the inside when walking on the sidewalk. He never lets you open doors for yourself, and when you're having a hard time speaking up to someone, he'll chime in with his booming voice and reinstate whatever it is that you say.)

Toji isn't one for words, he finds them pointless, worthless even. So, he shows his love for you by performing acts of service. (Your car is running a bit loud? He'll make a mental note to fix it after he gets home from work, so when you go to work the next morning, you wont have any problems.)

He actually loves helping you with whatever you're doing, just don't nag him too much. (He'll kiss you to shut you up.)

Believe it or not, he's actually a pretty clingy guy. (He'd never, in-a -million-years admit it, and if you were to ever point it out, better believe you're getting the cold shoulder for a week.)

When he's missing your silly face, or voice, he'll sometimes call you, but won't say anything when you answer. (He just silently chuckles to himself when he hears your goofy little "...hello? Hellooooo~" on the other end.

His favorite past time has to be cuddling on the couch that's way too small for the both of you. (Just having you rest on top of him feels so grounding, and nice, that he completely forgets that half of his body is hanging off the side.)

He sucks at cooking anything besides breakfast food, and even that he sometimes ends up burning. Nevertheless, he still accompanies you to the grocery store to help pick out ingredients for dinner, and carry the bags back to the car.

No matter what Toji says, he can't deny that he loves that feeling in his chest when you thank him for fixing whatever was broken for you.

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・❥・> Choso:

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He's such a sweetie pie.

Every morning without fail, he gets up before you, kissing you 'good morning,' before heading off into the bathroom to freshen up. (He's a certified and dedicated house husband!)

He makes you a hearty breakfast, lunch and dinner everyday, and makes sure that you have enough of your morning tea (or coffee) in your favorite thermos to last you throughout your day at work.

He does everything you could ever ask for around the house, and somehow always has the energy to take care of you after you get home from work.

He remembers every single important date, anniversary, birthday that there ever is. (He's the one asking "Do you know what special day it is today, my love?")

He does his very best to make your life as stress-free as possible, and loves recieving praise from his hard work.

He's extra clingy, more so when you have to go to work. (He'll hug you for just a little longer than usual, simply because he doesn't want to let his beautiful girl leave him just yet. "Just 5 more minutes, he won't let you be late." He promises.)

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・❥・> Sukuna:

•❅───✧❅✦❅✧───❅•

(Heian-Era/True form sukuna)

He's a strange one.

Many people would think he'd be absolutely insufferable and ridiculously hard to be around, but to you, he's such a sweetheart.

Sukuna is the type of guy who has absolutely zero experience with understanding people and just emotions in general, and there's no exception for you. (He's so used to fake people sucking up to him for either their lives to be spared, or just to get a lick of his power. Poor guy doesn't know what's real and what's not. Up unitl now though, he's never even had to bother distinguishing the two.)

Due to his ignorance, its only natural the two of you would clash heads at the beginning of your relationship. Despite this, and his overwhelming stubbornness, Sukuna does his best to learn you.

He learns what makes you happy, what makes you smile, and want to sleep in the same bed with him at night.

He changes his ways to become even softer with you. (Small things that he normally wouldn't even think twice about, he starts fixing. Things like regulating how much strength he uses when he spars with you or gently cupping your hand to tug you in his direction instead of dragging you to him when he wants to be closer.

Whenever you want to talk just for the fun of it, he's there, humming along with his low, baratone voice, taking in every word you say. (He never dismisses you, or anything of that nature. Even though he loves his peace, he doesn't mind the sound of you speaking.)

He likes watching the way you figure out puzzles or work on any project that you may have started on at the house. (He'd offered his assistance in the form of towering over you in silence, but you assured him that you were okay.)

When he goes out for the day, instead of tormenting sorcerers or ripping apart other curses that dared to challenge him, he was out with urame trying to figure out which color flowers matched your eyes the best.

He loves presenting you with the gifts that he crafts himself. (He's very good with his many hands, and his gifts would range from flower crowns, to beautifully arranged bouquets, to even delicate necklaces crafted from the finest metals.)

Sukuna is clingy in his own way. (For example, he loves carrying you around the house like you're a newlywed. Or maybe having you rest in his lap while he brushes away some stray strands of your hair from your face. His favorite thing to do is have you sit up on his broad shoulders while you watch him cook for the both of you. Occasionally, to let you know he hasn't forgotten your presence, he'll rub the sides of your calves, before pressing little kisses to them. It's almost as if he wants to keep you with him wherever he goes, and it's so cute.)

He accompanies you on your trips to town, or anywhere else, without you even having to ask. Its like second nature now. Whenever he sees you getting dressed, and dolling up, he's already by the front door waiting for you to come out of the bedroom. (It's quite endearing that this absolute unit of a man follows you around in a shopping center when he could very well be doing anything but being your designated bag holder.)

Sukuna does his best to understand when you're frustrated, or angry, or maybe even sad. (He doesn't really understand all of these emotions just yet, but with time, he's sure he'll have every single one of your emotions memorized.)

You'll probably find that wherever you are in the house, Sukuna is either already there, or is just making his way over to join you. (He loves being around you, but he'll never admit that out loud.)

There goes without saying that Sukuna doesn't like alot of people, but you, you give him comfort. You make him appreciate his appearance, and his overwhelming strength. You make him feel warm inside. You love him, and he will forever love you.

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Hope you enjoyed, this was my first time writing so many characters at once, so I hope I didn’t disappoint 😭🙏💕

#fypシ #tumblr fyp #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk gojo #soft gojo #soft sukuna #heien era sukuna #choso fluff #soft geto #geto suguru #soft toji #toji fluff #jjk

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yappaccinocookie · 6 months ago

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kisses for the archer!

Yo! Could You please write a Silverbell x Reader fic? Silverbell IS one of My absolute favs and i want to SEE more content of him! If thats fine by ya, ofc!

saw this and immediately made a new post. i hear you so much, silverbell is one of my favorites in the beast yeast arc. its sad that there is not much content with him, because silverbell really is a scrumptious sweetheart! i didn't like how this one turned out that much, because it's way too short and he's a bit ooc—but i hope you like it! ill maybe proofread this later... also this is an established relationship!!

LOWERCASE INTENDED!

the knights of the faerie kingdom have a packed schedule, there are accidents and emergencys that happen everywhere the most recent being the escape of one of the 5 beasts. it all happened so fast, they couldn't take a break! most knights had to work overtime to ensure the beast didn't do anymore damage.

silverbell cookie was one of the few that was very busy, since he was a knight, aswell as an archer. he has to keep watch, and even though you know he'll do a great job at his work, you're not so sure about him being great at self–care. silverbell is prone to forgetting about his health, he'd often skip meals if it were to serve the faerie kingdom. this of course made you very worried about him, asking random knight and archer cookies you didn't even know existed about how he was doing and his whereabouts.

when you were able to talk with silverbell he'd brush it off with a simple "I'm fine, no need to worry!" then crack a smile, that stupid face of his... this didn't sit right with you, because one his statements made you worry even more and two you were severely–touch starved because you havent seen silverbell in a long time! you wouldn't be able to convince him to take a break that easily, so you decided to do what any normal cookie would do! sneak up behind him during his patrol.

you weren't a clueless to what the knights did, you knew where they patrolled, so you waited at a specific time before going to the woods... it was a mess to walk around, branches and thorns scattered everywhere. you didn't really have a goal when searching for silverbell just one sound.

chime– eureka! you turned to where the sound came from, and then ran straight there. it was when you reached a specific area that the chiming of the bell stopped, you looked around, confusion visible from your face. you suddenly felt a pair of arms yank you from the ground.

"yn cookie, why are you here?" you heard a familiar voice say, guess the tables have turned, you were the one that got sneaked up from behind. "I uhhhhhh—" you didn't say anything else, and waited for him to put you back down. silverbell searched for a safe landing place, before putting you down.

"so–care to elaborate why you're here?" he asked tilting his head, silverbell wasn't angry no, no, he'd never be angry at you. his tone is more of being concerned, the creatures could've seriously hurt you, it was a miracle that you didnt encounter any of them on your way here. you stood there thinking for a second, while he patiently waited for you to respond.

you didn't respond, instead you hugged him, catching him off guard. "wh—hey! what's all this about?" silverbell asks again, not pushing away from the hug. despite all the movement he was doing in a short time, he still felt so soft! like a marshmallow, you'd probably doze off if you didn't know he was on duty.

he caught on to what you were trying to say, no words needed from you. "you miss me?" he didn't expect or need a response from you. "I'm sorry, I'll do better I promise I sw–" the archer was caught off-guard again with you suddenly tackling him and peppering him with kisses. this was the time he pushed you away, "that was uncalled for!" silverbell laughed. "care to give me another?" he asked sheepishly, 'say less!' you thought

you guys had a small chat, but silverbell had to go soon, but he didn't want to continue working not knowing your safety. silverbell walked you to the safe zone like the good lover that he is! you've got what you wanted, maybe next time you'll be able to talk with him longer.

bonus scenario —

"you seem more smiley today silverbell, kinda odd seeing you shoot things with a smile." a cookie commented, "mhm..." the archer only hummed.

#cookie run kingdom x reader #crk x reader #silverbell cookie #silverbell crk #silverbell cookie x reader #silverbell x reader

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thefandomenchantress · 8 months ago

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So everyone's talking about the new episode right now. Understandably so, since it had so much new evidence! In fact, I'm going to talk about it as well. However, instead of focusing on the bombshells David dropped or Levi's secret, I'm going to do what I do best: Focus on Ace and ignore literally everything else. /hj

(Spoilers for Chapter 2, Episode 12!)

All joking aside, I'm sure you're wondering what the hell I'm talking about. Ace literally said, like, five lines of dialogue this episode. And yeah, you're right. Actually, that sort of ties into what I'm talking about.

Okay, time to explain. The thing I want to talk about is this: Ace is weirdly...Not as confrontational as usual this episode? Let me show what I mean through examples.

What's so special about this moment? Well, strangely enough, it's what comes after it.

Now, when I first watched the episode I laughed and thought, "Oh, someone insulted Ace, now Ace is going to be angry" and then they never cut back to him being angry. They just said that (admittedly very funny) line and moved on.

And after it happened, I didn't think too much of it. I was far too consumed by the episode's greatness to care too much, and Ace's reaction wasn't necessary for the scene anyway.

These two lines aren't as strong for what I'm trying to say, so I'll lump them together.

But I thought it was worth mentioning that in the first photo, Ace joins in with Nico and Levi on saying Arturo should've been better at his job. But after Arturo scolds the three of them, as well as everyone else by extension, it only cuts back to Nico and Levi. Which is fine, it can be assumed that since Ace's comment was a late addition, shorter, and didn't have too much substance, him not getting a reaction makes sense (I mean he's not the one who got called a whore like Jesus Christ Arturo--).

In the second photo, Hu tells Ace to stop blaming Nico because they have an airtight alibi, and Ace...Just shuts up. Nico complains about being interrupted and they move on to other people's alibis (or more like the lack thereof). Which sorta makes sense, Ace can't really refute her point because he can't prove she didn't have breakfast with Nico. Then again, he could've made a point to say no one can prove they did have breakfast together, since they were in private, but still. Maybe Ace is too scared to seriously argue with Hu after that slap, haha.

It's this last example that actually made me notice that there may be anything resembling a pattern here:

During this part of the episode, I was immediately reminded of J's line about Ace being incapable of being quiet and expected Ace to refute her point. After all, it's basically the same as refuting her earlier point. He just has to say that he's not always spontaneously combusting every 5 seconds like she thinks again. He's not a grenade launcher in a glass house. More like a small batch of fireworks, thank you very much.

But Ace doesn't say anything. This is only made more obvious by Charles immediately cutting off the conversation there.

And this moment made me think something. Keep in mind I could be totally overthinking this an unnecessary amount, but that's what most of theories end up being anyway.

Since the conversation is immediately ended by Charles, DRDTdev could've ended J and Ace's interaction off with Ace trying to insult her back, maybe him going "Listen here, you--" before Charles cuts them off because they have a trial they need to finish. But DRDTdev decided to not make Ace have any reaction whatsoever to this insult, at least not one the audience can see. And based on how loud and opinionated Ace is, I'm guessing that if the comment did make him have an extreme reaction, we definitely would have heard him say as much. But we don't.

I think what makes all this so weird to me is that whenever someone is condescending to Ace, usually he's very upset and it shows. In trial 1, we see him be one of the few to cave pretty quick to the idea that they were wrong and that Teruko isn't the culprit. Yet when Whit says Charles isn't the culprit, Ace suddenly feels very strongly about it, because Whit actively talked down to him about it, (I think Whit said something like "use your big boy words" but I'm too lazy to rewatch the whole trial to find it) and now Ace doesn't want to agree with him (Or at least that was how I interpreted it, he's so petty I love him). So you'd think he'd be more resistant against those who kept making comments about his intelligence or demeanor, but so far, he hasn't.

That could mean two things. One, he's the culprit and is trying to at least vaguely avoid unnecessary confrontation and bringing attention to himself. But honestly, I doubt even that would stop Ace from impulsively insulting people back.

The second option is this:

My first thought and explanation in my head for this connects to Ace's overall arc. Let's recall Ace's secret quote:

"I don't know what to do with myself anymore"

This line gives off a sense of hopelessness. Like Ace has completely given up on everything.

And for some reason, a couple of the moments above made me feel, at least slightly, the same thing. If Charles says Ace is so stupid he's never seen anyone more stupid ever before in his life and didn't think it scientifically possible for anyone to be that stupid? Ace has no response. If J says another line about Ace's explosive demeanor? Ace has no response.

I don't know, something about Ace just not bothering to refute them makes me feel that something is off. He complains that everyone sees him as an idiot and how he hates it earlier in the chapter. He seems so distressed as he does it, it's a full-on break down.

And yet, when people do exactly what he was talking about here, he can no longer muster up a response. It's like he's given up on changing their minds. He knows they think he's stupid, and impulsive, and intolerable, and he thinks there's nothing he can do about it anymore. Blowing up at them will only make them think they're right. So he's given up on doing anything at all.

I suppose my line of reasoning is that maybe small details like this will pile up over time, as Ace, unnoticeably at first, loses some of his fire bit by bit, until inside he's just...Empty. He doesn't know what to do. He's so tired, and he doesn't know anything that can help or distract him from his situation. And seeing as the secret quotes seem to embody a character's mindset at death...That seems to be the place Ace might die at. Perhaps even at his own hands, who knows.

Is that an overreaction on my part? Possibly. Am I overanalyzing microscopic details? Yes. But that's my job.

So anyways I really enjoyed this episode and Ace was great too! Yippee for the return of DRDT, and my Eden culprit idea not being completely debunked yet!

#i can find meaning in anything ace says if i try hard enough haha #i haven't seen new ace content in a year so its not surprising i immediately had thoughts #even if he barely did anything this episode #not a complaint too much focus on him and i'll start worrying he's the culprit (plot twist: i already am)#danganronpa despair time #drdt #drdt spoilers #ace markey #tw sui implied #(just that one sentence but just in case)

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sexiestpodcastcharacter · 11 months ago

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AI Bracket — Round 3

Propaganda

GORD AKA Blue Sky (Red Valley):

Initially an Alexa-style assistant (in that it could do practically nothing and was very irritating) it develops over the years into a more advanced system. Eventually one of its units is reprogrammed to sound like a dead (I guess depending on your definition of dead, but his hearts not beating and he hasn’t moved in 44 years) character named Gordon. The AI renames itself “GORD” when a character expresses discomfort referring to it as Gordon. It says, and I quote, “Just think of a small pumpkin” —@mcskullmun

If it helps, we can promise that GORD is going to do Some Very Cool Shit in the rest of season 3. —redvalleypod's official tumblr

VOTE GORD 👹

Hera (Wolf 359):

Hera is the AI running the deep space station Hephaestus, who frequently glitches similarly to human stuttering. She gets into fights with the ships captain on several occasions, and has threatened to kill the ships doctor. She’s such an icon

i'm bad at writing propaganda, but consider this: if she doesn't win this tournament i will be very very sad. please don't make me sad. vote for hera.

I know she’s going to be submitted a lot but I love her <3

Was launched 7.68 light years away from Earth on a mission to find extraterrestrial life, and found herself instead

Runs an entire space station, has a brain the size of a house

HERA IS THE BEST. she's an AI that tried to escape containment (slavery) because she didn't like what she was made to be, so they gave her anxiety because she was too powerful. She runs a whole spaceship all on her own, made friends with the world's most useless guy, and feels lonely even when she's with her crew because she feels like she's not properly with them. very beautiful very powerful. She broke her programming so she could kill people if she felt she needed to. She holds grudges if people fuck her over. She's experiencing emotions for the first time and she does NOT know how to cope (#relatable)

The 'mother program' of the space station Hephaestus, Hera was booted into space because she was a glitchy, rebellious mess of an AI and she resents that so much and she has a lot of shame over being 'broken'. She is four years old and so angry and is trapped using customer service voice forever and is learning ways to get around that and express herself and defy the people who would keep her down. Her episode "Memoria" made me cry. Best podcast AI of all time.

She's everything to me. She fights for every inch of respect she is given, she insists on her personhood and right to she/her pronouns, she's full of anxiety and self doubt and she justifiably is bent on killing this one guy! on top of that, she's bound by AI rules and protocols, but there's a whole bit where she talks about finding ways around that in order to do what she wants to do. She doesn't have hands so I'm going to high five a wall of this space station instead

babygirl. baby.

gotta be hera

#AI Bracket Round 3 #Hera #Hera W359 #GORD #GORD Red Valley #Blue Sky #Blue Sky Red Valley #Wolf 359 #Red Valley

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malereadermaniac · 1 year ago

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Low self-esteem ~ Your Crush x Male Reader

Your crush is your bestfriend, you two talk about everything - even your insecurities You also subject your bestfriend to gay panic Word count: 1.4k m!reader (no genitalia mentioned) / FDNI

You and (y/c) were chilling in your car, the night sky dark and starry as the radio played quietly in the background

The two of you were chatting and singing along to your playlist for hours in some random parking lot - empty fastfood bags in your backseat

As the conversations shifted in topic, the slightly tired man next to you brought up relationships

There were no secrets between you two - tmi practically didn't exist, so of course (y/c) knows that you're a FAT virgin

In fact, you've never dated anyone at all

"Bro how is it that you can't get a man?" The (h/c) man asks you jokingly, leaning back in the car seat

"It's not like I don't want to, dickhead!" You respond, a chuckle escaping your lips as you gently punch your bestfriend's arm

"....I dunno, guess I'm just worried no one would like me like that" you mumble, resting your head on your knee

(y/c) felt sad at what you said, empathising with you - but a small part of him grew angry?

The (h/c) man knew you were the insecure type but he couldn't wrap his head around why

'How could he think that? Even I'd date him! And I'm straight for God's sake!'

'I'd date him?...' (y/c) thought to himself

But he swatted the impending sexuality crisis away and kept chatting to you about the deep stuff

As the night came to an end, you dropped your best friend off at his house and went back to yours

That night was weird for (y/c), not extraordinarily strange but the man struggled to go to bed that night for some odd reason

A few months later, some guy in your class was having a birthday bash

You weren't extremely popular - but (y/c) was, so you were his plus-one

The two of you were on call as you were getting ready, you chose his outfit for him and he promised not to drink as to drive you home

What a gentleman

He leaves for your house as you end the call and finish dressing up

A knock at your door jolts you from your phone and you happily swing over to open your front door

Facing you was (of course) (y/c), looking as gorgeous as ever - his hair done in a way he doesn't normally wear it " 'cause it's too much effort" and clothes he saves for going out

To sum it up, (y/c) look hot - so hot he made you blush

On the other hand, the taller man couldn't take his eyes off of you whatsoever

The way your clothes suited you so well, brought out your best features - you were so, so handsome

Your lips and face in general looks so soft, the way your eyes looked up into his in such a cute way and how perfect your body looked

'What the fuck am I doing?' (Y/c) asked himself as he snapped out of his very gay trance

He slung an arm around your shoulders and led you to his very nice and very fancy car

"Why thank you kind sir~" you tease the man as he opens the door for you - putting an arm on his shoulder in a jokingly flirtatious manner

(Y/c) really starts to experience gay panic when the simple, friendly gesture makes him break out into yet another blush

The drive there was difficult for your bestfriend, your cute rambling reminded him of the fact that he found you cute, which would then spiral into a sexuality crisis

Once the two of you arrived at the party, you shut up - following behind (y/c) like a puppy as he greeted everyone

He knows you always subconsciously become his shadow at parties - so he makes an effort to include you, always

(Y/c) intends to sling his arm around your shoulders, but as he does so he can't help but think about his arm around your waist

God how he'd love the feeling of his arm fitting so perfectly around you, so warm, so hot, so real... too real.

Instead of going for your shoulders, the now blushing man's arm wrapped around your waist

You didn't move away though, you didn't mind of course - he was your closest friend - so (y/c) kept his arm around you for the rest of the conversation he was having with his mates

As the evening went on, and you got tipsy, (y/c) really couldn't keep his eyes off of you

You shed some of your clothing, feeling hot from the alcohol

The liquid courage erasing your slight social anxiety led to you dragging (y/c) on the dance floor once the good music started playing

Which inevitably lead to you drunkenly holding and dancing on the flustered man

Even though (y/c) was struggling with an internal conflict, looking at you was enough to drown the thoughts out - he liked seeing you enjoy yourself, having fun and not worrying about "looking stupid"

"Fuck it' he thought to himself

(Y/c) came to terms with the fact that he liked you - not that he was gay or that he was bi or whatever, he didn't want to figure that out now

But the taller man knew that he definitely had feelings for his bestfriend

So as the song changed to a slower one, as cliché as it was, (y/c) moved one of his bigger hands to your cheek

The action immediately pulled your focus to your bestfriend, a blush evident on your face as you looked into his eyes

You bit your bottom lip out of nervousness - not even alcohol could hide your anxious nature

You saw (y/c) swallow his nerves and move in closer to you

You could somehow hear your heartbeat over the loud music as you closed your eyes

You didn't give much thought to it in the moment, you just enjoyed the kiss - a message worth a thousand words being conveyed in the kiss the two of you shared

Your arms wrapped around (y/c)'s neck, one hand running through and grabbing his specially styled hair

His one arm was wrapped around your waist, his other hand holding your waist

The moment was perfect - despite being so public, the people surrounding you were too busy with their own matters or had too many substances in their system to notice your shared moment

However once the two of you pulled away from each other's lips, the reality of the situation hit you both - simultaneously you thought to yourselves 'fuck I just kissed my BESTFRIEND! What if I just fucked up our friendship?!'

You blush and look down at your feet, taking (y/c)'s hand in yours and dashing towards the nearest bathroom

You lock the door and look up into (y/c) worried eyes

"Well...?" He mumbles

"Well what?! You're the one that just kissed me!" You shout frantically, a blush very evident on your face

"I... I don't know what I was thinking- I'm so sorry, (y/n)!"

"So you didn't mean it...?" You say as your face drops, looking worried

"No! It meant everything I-... I think I like you, (y/n)..." (y/c) manages to muster up the courage and put his emotions and thoughts into words

Your face drops and your face darkens even more with a blush

"YOU LIKE ME?! WHY?! SINCE WHEN?!" You shout with a flustered look on your face

"I ONLY JUST REALISED TODAY! And what do you mean why?? I fucking love everything about you, (y/c)!"

"Oh shut up you know I'm insecure in that sense... Well then... what do we do?" You mumble, looking only into (y/c)'s eyes

"We could get outta here? Go back to mine?" The taller man suggests

"Okay... and do what?" You say as your heartbeat begins to calm down

"I mean up to you... but kissing you felt pretty good~" (y/c) suggests with a flirtatious tone

"Shush" you say as you avert your eyes, hitting the taller man's chest playfully

The night was even better spent once you two got back to (y/c)'s place - the two of you started making out in his car and ended up in his bed without breaking contact!

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