#it was a struggle to not make these too similar and not too rushed 😭😭😭😭😭

[amxrany]

!! CHAPTER 7 / DIASOMNIA ARC SPOILERS !!

Ok we're at the final segment now (Azul's Dream):

Once reaching Azul's Dream, Jade proceeds to throw up on Floyd out of seasickness (Jade compares the dream hopping to flying lmao) and the game cuts it out too 😂. But anyways the tweels are surprised that the dream is taking place in Coral Sea, as they thought he preferred to stay in the land; but he may have conquered the sea in this one

The group looks around a bit more and find themselves in the middle of a game called "Coral Rush", it's similar to Magift in gameplay and also has school-level and professional teams. Idia immediately wants out because it's sports, and those who play are narcissistic machos AND THAT'S WHEN LEONA COMES UP WHILE HE SAYS THAT LIKE OKAY GAYASS MF????

That's when we spot Azul in the field, he's playing for Golden Tridents and he's actually good at the game and quite popular. Idia's just shocked because Azul??? Playing sports???? While Floyd just laughs and Jade grins. Azul's team does win the game and he has fangirls fighting over him and stuff.

Yuu gets shoved by one of his fangirls but Azul sees it and helps them up. The group takes this as a chance to talk to him so Jade pretends to be a fan by making Azul sign Idia in his tablet form 😭😭😭. Jade asks Azul if he recoginzes them and he says he does, from elementary, and then they do this secret handshake thing that even Idia and Jamil were weirded out with. When Azul asked what school does the twins go to, and when they mentioned NRC, he was surprised

But Azul has to leave now, howver he invites the group to the celebration party at his mother's restaurant "La Grotta". So now the group is theorizing on what to do, the Tweels think that Azul's dream managed to erase his past, in which his UM couldn't manifest because it came from the negative emotions he felt during that time. Grim was about to ask if they were referring to when Azul was chubby, but Yuu stopped him there

The tweels aren't happy about the fact that they have no choice but to make Azul remember those ainful memories. Idia also adds that Azul must have such an imagination to be able to change not only his past, but also his current environment; he also has a bad feeling about the whole thing

Now the group's in La Grotta, the restaurant owned by Azul's mother

The mermaids don't look too happy about the humans, but Azul reassures that tey are his guests; and it turns out that the humans have to wear the anemone in their head as it's part of the "dress code" in the restaurant. The tweels now think that something's up, and the mermaids are now interested in the human group due to their "ornament"

The mermaids asks the group if they can teach them any dances from the surface. Everyone refuses but Grim wanted to show off his dance skills from Vil during Chapter 5 and drags the other first years with him 😭

But because they're in water, they end up struggling and falling to the ground, causing the mermaids to laugh at them. That's when Azul reveals his true intentions, he just invited them to make fun of them. The tweels knew something was up from the get go, and that's when Floyd asks which side he and Jade falls on; and Azul said if they stay with him, they can join his team in Coral Rush. So the tweels pretend to be on his side, and wreck the restaurant in the process

Azul gets mad and pulls a Draco Malfoy of calling his dad, who's a lawyer, to sue them 😭😭😭. He also sends in guards in which the tweels defeat, Floyd then calls Azul lame while Jade calls him boring, that triggers the memories to come back to Azul. This causes the darkness to appear and take Azul deeper, his "team mates" try to help him but he gets swallowed in

Ortho yells at the Tweels to go and follow him, but they don't because apparently they have a rule where everyone looks out for themselves, so they assume he's fine. But then Yuu and Grim end up getting swallowed in the darkness that they had no choice but to jump in as well.

Everyone's in Octavinelle now, it's basically a "What happens if Octavinelle got its way" back in Book 3 where he managed to burn the photo and get Ramshackle. Azul also managed to get ahold of Riddle and Leona's UM and plans to take over the school. The tweels don't like what they're seeing and said they it'll get pretty boring if Azul just gets his way. Of course there's only one thing to do: Beat Azul's ass 💀

So now they're recounting the events of Book 3 and try to sneak into Azul's office to get rid of the contracts but surprisingly, all the contracts are gone. They think that Azul must have predicted something like this so he moved all the contracts to a safer spot. So they're coming up with a plan of having the twins pose as their fakes. For Floyd, he has Jamil and Ortho while the rest join Jade. Thus, the plan is set.

Jamil lures Dream! Floyd away by telling him that there's a basketball today, and the opponent's team has a player who's REALLY good. They go to the gym and Dream! Floyd proceeds to get ambushed by the real Floyd. Dream! Floyd becomes a shadow thus the fight commences, in which the real Floyd won.

Now we're going to Jade's team, so the idea was that Jade pretty much raids his stash of rare plants and have Yuu and Grim lure Dream! Jade with it. It surprisingly works, the real Jade wait in the forest and once the fake came in, had Silver and Sebek restrain him. Then Jade uses his UM on the fake to find out where the contracts are hidden

It was literally hidden under Azul's bed 💀, but only Azul can get the case to open . After convincing Ortho not to use his beam and kill everyone by accident, Floyd suggests a plan to have the real Azul open it. So they do just that, but the moment Azul found out the twins betrayed him, so he sends out his anemones to use as shields even Idia's dream self got involved in it

A fight begins, and Floyd gives Yuu the suitcase in the middle of it. When Azul used King's Roar, Floyd uses Bind of the Heart to redirect the magic to Yuu and have them throw the suitcase at it, dissolving the contracts once again. This causes Azul to have another meltdown, the darkness reappears and engulfs Azul, but Jade and Floyd come to his rescue. However, they had to let him go on Silver's orders because he has to face his inner demons alone. The twins wish him luck before they let him go

Azul meets his overblot self and feels sorry for how pathetic he is, the fight commences. He defeats the phantom and comes back to the very first dream where he was a star player. He tells everyone to celebrate by signing his contract and now they're stuck with it. He eliminates all the shadows before the rest of the group comes running in

Ortho shows Azul the video and now he's worried about Mostro Lounge's lost income and the food that's chilling in the freezer 😭. Ortho reassures him that nothing happened to the food cuz time is frozen, But Jade supplies it with "the customers are still sleeping tho". The twins and Jamil stay behind as Azul will now tag along with the rest to move onto the next dream

Finally I'm done with this, for those wondering where I get the info for these posts, they're from @/Laurent_bucchi and @/acesuuu on X/twitter so gotta give the credits to them because holy fuck this took forever.

But anyways hope you all have a good day!

Previous: Jade's Dream

[daisies-daydreams]

Hello, I hope ur having a lovely day. ^^ (I have a fic request for Encanto, 22 yrs old btw)

May I request, Bruno Madrigalxfem!reader, in which they have a couple dynamic similar to Roger and Jessica rabbit. The reader is one of the most beautiful and sought out woman in all of the village, villagers constantly ask for her hand/show interest in her, not knowing she’s already in a relationship with Bruno. 🥰 If it were up to her, she would gladly and proudly display their relationship to the village but Bruno told her to keep it a secret for now since he feels like he’ll ruin her reputation 🥺

Maybe one day the madrigals are having a family dinner together and Bruno decides to tell his family about his gf but no one believes him, they all think he’s lying about being in a relationship 😭 even Mirabel struggles to fully believe him even though she tries to be optimistic about it lol. Until his gf actually shows up one day and the whole family is shocked 😂 not only is he in a relationship but he scored the most sought out woman in the village. 😂

The villagers to the reader: “What do u even see in that guy!?!?” 🤨

Reader: “He makes me laugh 😏”

Bcuz of this experience, reader decides it’s time to no longer hide their relationship. And proudly shows off her man to the village, lots of pda with a very flustered but happy Bruno. 😊💕✨After all that, Reader and Bruno have a picnic date together, where smut ensues~👀✨

(BONUS POINTS if reader is taller than Bruno 😭🙏🏻✨)

(Sorry for the long request. I tried to be specific as possible, no worries if u can’t write all of it ^^)

Thanks again and have a good day. ❤️

Mi Vida (Bruno Madrigal x F!Reader)

Pairing: Bruno Madrigal x F!Reader Category: Fluff/Smut  Warnings: PDA, Secret (not so secret) Relationship, Unwanted Flirting, Hand Jobs, Oral Sex (M! and F! Receiving), Delayed Orgasm, Sub!Bruno Madrigal, Unprotected P in V Sex (You Know to the Drill), Cowgirl Position, Semi-Public Sex, Cumming Too Quickly, Cum Eating, Swearing, Pet Names   Word Count: 6.5k+ A/N: OMG Bruno is literally my favorite Disney character! 😭🙏🏻💗 Thank you so much for your sweet request and I hope you enjoy!

“¡Muchas gracias, Señora (L/N)!” Mirabel chirped as she took the box of fresh Aborrajados from you [Thank you very much, Ms!]. You smiled and gave the young woman a short nod, some flour still caked on your face after rushing over from your bakery.

“De nada, Mirabel,” you smiled warmly [You're welcome]. You caught a glimpse of Bruno slinking behind one of the newly reconstructed pillars of Casita, his eyes soft and lips drawn into a sheepish smile. You giggled softly and leaned down to Mirabel. “Tell your familia I said hello,” you grinned warmly [family]. She hummed before following your line of sight. Bruno tensed and quickly tried to shift back into the shadows…only to trip over a large potted plant.

You gasped and nearly rushed to his side before he stumbled back to his feet. Bruno’s eyes were as wide as saucers as his cheeks flushed with pink. The dark-haired man flashed you a toothy grin and gave you a small wave. You giggled and waved back. Mirabel looked between the two of you and gave a small smile.

“Thank you again for the treats,” the young woman beamed. You blinked.

“Hm? Oh, you’re welcome,” you said before stealing another glance of your beloved…only to find him gone from your line of sight. "Buenas noches, Mirabel," you sighed while giving her a tired smile. The young girl gave a quick nod before you saw yourself off. A soft sigh left your lips as Casita slowly closed the front doors with a light creak. You bit the inside of your cheek as you turned on your heel, the sun already starting to set over the crest of the tall mountains surrounding the Encanto.

Suddenly, a high-pitched squeak resonated through the air. You froze in place before hearing it again, this time followed by a soft rustling of leaves. You slowly took a few steps closer towards a bush nearby, your heart pounding beneath your chest as you hesitantly pushed the branches back. You gasped when a baby capybara suddenly poked its head out; it's button eyes sparkling as it titled its head curiously. You cooed and bent down, your large, colorful skirt billowing around your legs as you picked up the tiny creature.

“Aw, que linda,” you murmured [how cute]. The little, furry pup tilted its head to the other side and sniffed your hand before squeaking happily. You laughed softly as it rubbed its head against your palm and flicked its ears. You looked up when you heard Alma Madrigal and the others gathering around in the dining room, their voices filtering through the open window just above your head.

"What are those, mi vida?" Julieta asked her youngest daughter as she carried the box of treats into the room.

"Aborrajados. (Y/N) brought them from her bakery just now," the young woman piped up. You smiled as you stroked the capybara's soft fur while it cuddled up in your lap.

"(Y/N), eh?" Felix asked. Mirabel hummed in reply as she took her seat. "I remember when your Tío Bruno had the biggest crush on her when we were teenagers," he chuckled. You cover ed your mouth and giggled as you recalled the first time you caught Bruno staring at you in the marketplace; his hand picking at a loose strand of his ruana as he gave you a shy smile.

"Aha, yep," you heard Bruno chuckle nervously before he started to drum his fingers on the table. The sound of silverware clinking filled the air as the family began to feast on their meal.

"She's always been such a sweet girl. Remember when she danced with you at Julieta's wedding?" Alma piped up. You could imagine your love tugging at the collar of his brown shirt as cleared his throat.

"S-Sí, Mamá," he muttered. A giddy smile crossed your features as you recalled him constantly muttering apologies for stepping on your feet...only for you to hush him with a quicky peck on his cheek. You've never seen someone blush such a deep shade of red in your life.

"I always wondered why she never married. She's the most beautiful woman in the whole village," Félix stated nonchalantly. You felt a gust of wind explode from the room as a low rumble of thunder reverberated across the walls. "That is…the most beautiful woman after you, mi amor," the man's voice wavered nervously. You could only imagine the look of irritation on Pepa's face.

"You know, I always wondered why she never found a husband, either," Mirabel said. You tucked your bottom lip beneath your teeth as you shifted your gaze to your beloved. His face was drawn with a tense expression as he sucked in a sharp breath, his fingers almost vibrating against the table as he bounced his leg.

"Probably because we've been seeing each other this whole time," Bruno suddenly blurted out. Your jaw dropped as the whole room went dead silent.

For so long, he refused to confess your relationship to the village...let alone his own family. You understood why - even after he “returned” to the Encanto and helped rebuild his home, quite a few villagers were still weary of the prophetic Madrigal. Despite the countless times you've reassured him that you didn't care what everyone else thought, he refused to allow his reputation to "ruin you".

You were pulled back to the present when you heard the Madrigal's whisper amongst themselves.

“Really?” Bruno’s brother-in-law, Agustín, bluntly asked.

“Agustín,” Julieta chastised her husband with a loud whisper. You peeked through the window as you cradled the pup in your arms, your fluttering as you waited for Bruno to continue. The whites of his eyes nearly swallowed the two pools of hazel resting within them as he gulped. Your beloved eventually took a deep breath and puffed out his chest a little.

“S-Sí,” he answered while knocking on the wooden surface of the table. A long pause remained as your heart skipped a beat. You anxiously held your breath as you studied the faces of everyone in the room. The family members exchanged glances before a low rumble of chuckles filtered through the dining room. You furrowed your brows as amused smiles washed over their faces.

"That's a good one, bro!" Félix chortled before slapping his hand on the table.

“B-But it’s true!” Bruno stammered as he frantically looked around. Your heart burned as you clenched your jaw and narrowed your eyes. His gaze locked with his youngest nieces as he furrowed his brows. “You believe me…right, Mirabel?” your love asked with pleading eyes. His niece tensed in her seat, her lips drawn in a tight line.

“I…I don’t know, Tío,” she sighed while looking down at her lap. Bruno's shoulders slumped as he wrung his hands together. “I mean, it’s not impossible…but how come you never really mentioned it until now?” Mirabel questioned. The chatter suddenly broke when the youngest Madrigal, Antonio, gasped.

“Where did Sofia go?!” he cried. You squeaked and ducked your head as everyone began to scramble around the dining room. You looked down at the baby capybara and raised your brows while it sniffed your palm.

"I'm guessing that's you," you whispered. You flinched when someone suddenly poked their head out the window. You instantly relaxed as Bruno met your gaze.

“Hola, hermoso,” you murmured [Hello, handsome]. Bruno blinked, his cheeks still dusted with scarlet as he gave you an uneasy expression.

“Hi…” he quietly replied as his eyes trailed down to your lap. "You found Sofia," he muttered. You giggled and nodded as you handed him the pup...but not before you stole a quick kiss on his cheek. Bruno's eyes widened as you let your lips linger against his stubbly skin.

“I could come inside there right now and prove them wrong, you know,” you said as you twirled one of his thick, curly locks between your fingers. You leaned forward a little more, your warm breath falling against his lips as he nearly dropped the young pup. "I've missed the feeling of your lips against mine," you purred. Your love swallowed thickly as he stared at your mouth with his deep, hazel eyes.

“Is she out there, Bruno?!” his sister, Pepa, suddenly shouted nearby. He tensed and shifted his gaze between the dining room and you. Bruno squeezed his eyes shut and sighed heavily.

“Lo siento, mi corazón,” he murmured while giving you an apologetic look [I’m sorry, my heart]. You reached out as he dipped back inside, leaving you kneeling on the patch of grass below. You sighed while everyone rejoiced in the dining room, happy to have found Antonio’s little friend. You smoothed your hands over your skirt before slowly rising to your feet. Your heart ached for your beloved as you began to walk away from Casita, the house shutters groaning and waving at you as if beckoning you to return. You simply shook your head before turning back to the stone path ahead of you.

The sky was painted with a collage of orange and blue hues as you stepped into the village. Streetlights flickered overhead as your footsteps echoed down the pathways. You scoffed and rolled your eyes when one of your many “suitors” suddenly stepped into view.

“I was wondering where you’d run off to, Señora,” the tall, muscular man lilted as he flashed you a blinding grin. You tried to pay him no mind as you walked past him. You gasped when he suddenly rushed forward and stood in the way of your abode. He held a single red rose towards you as his eyes flickered with desire. A bitter taste washed over your tongue as you crossed your arms.

“And I wondering when you’d learn to take a hint, Sebastian,” you huffed, venom laced in every word that fell from your lips. The man placed a hand over his chest as if cradling a fresh wound.

“Oh, mi mariposa. When are you going to realize that no one else in this village is fit to be your husband except me?" he cooed [my butterfly]. You rolled your eyes again before pushing past him. You muttered to yourself as you yanked your key out of your pocket. You sighed as he slid his hand against the wall of your home while hovering over you.

"You know I'm one of the second richest men in the entire Encanto. And I could provide for you...in more ways than one," he purred while going to tuck some hair behind your ear. You scoffed in disgust as you yanked on your doorhandle. You quickly stepped inside and blocked him from entering, your fingers white-knuckling the threshold of your precious bakery.

“I’ll never realize it - you know why? It’s because of three simple words: I’m. Not. Interested,” you spat before slamming the door in his face. You huffed and quicky locked the door behind you.

"¿Dios, alguna vez me dejará en paz?" you groaned while running your hand down your face [God, will he ever leave me alone?]. A small pang echoed inside your chest as you gazed around the empty room, the last sliver of golden light fading from the walls as the sun dipped past the ridge. You sighed as you lit a candle and stepped towards the back of the bakery where you resided.

You frowned as you shuffled into your personal kitchen - a plate of arepas waiting on the slightly chipped surface of your counter. You sighed and slowly pulled the towel back before snatching one from the plate.

Your eyes suddenly lit up just as you took a small bite from the pastry. A playful smirk stretched across your face as a wicked idea crossed your mind.

You refused to allow Bruno’s family to accuse him of lying...and you knew just what to do.

+++

Mirabel blinked when she opened the door for you the next morning.

“¿Señora (Y/N)?” she asked as she eyed the stack of boxes in your arms. You gave the young woman a bright smile.

“Buenos días, Mirabel,” you grinned ear to ear [Good morning]. She tilted her head and pursed her lips.

“I don’t remember us ordering anything else from you this week,” Mirabel said. You laughed, the boxes bouncing a little as you gave her a shrug.

“Sí. I just wanted to show my…appreciation for la familia Madrigal, so I whipped up some breakfast pastries for you all,” you chirped. She raised her dark brows.

“Well, thank you! That’s very thoughtful. I’ll just-“ you pulled the boxes away and shook your head.

“Oh, no need, my dear. I’d be more than happy to carry the boxes wherever you need them,” you said. Mirabel blinked.

“Uh…okay,” she said before pushing her green glasses up the bridge of her nose. You followed her inside as she led you towards the back. “This way: we usually eat breakfast outside,” Mirabel commented as she held the door open for you. You saw the family setting the table as you walked through the threshold.

“Thank you, Mirabel,” you beamed. The young woman nodded as she watched you walk over to the long table. Everyone except for your beloved were preparing for the first meal of the day.

“¡Ah, Señora (L/N)!” Alma called with a bright smile. You reflected her expression as you walked over, Julieta coming to your aid and helping you set the boxes down. “To what do we owe the pleasure?” the matriarch of the family asked. You maintained your bright smile as you held your hands out in front of you.

“Oh, I just wanted to stop by and show my appreciation for La Familia Madrigal,” you motioned towards the boxes. You watched as Isabella opened one of the boxes to sneak out a pastry…only for the real Isabella to clear her throat with a raised brow. Camilo sighed as he shifted back to his original form and slipped the treat back inside.

“How thoughtful,” Alma said while clapping her hands together. “Would you like to stay for breakfast? We simply have too much food now,” she offered with a chuckle. You placed a hand over your chest.

“Oh, Señora, you’re too kind,” you said. Alma grinned ear to ear.

“Please, I insist,” she replied while motioning towards an empty seat Casita was already nudging across the tiles. You pretended to think about it for a moment before shrugging.

“Mmm...okay!” you said with a large grin. Alma’s eyes lit up as she smiled.

“Excellent! I’ll have one of the boys get a plate for you,” she grinned with a nod. You smiled before making your way over to an empty chair. Antonio’s eyes lit up as you sat next to him. Sofia slept soundly in his lap as he gave you a toothy grin.

“Thank you for finding Sofia yesterday,” he whispered. You chuckled softly.

“You're welcome, Antonio,” you whispered back. You thanked Agustín as he brought you a plate while the rest of the family filed in. You turned when the little one tugged on your sleeve.

"Everyone said that Tío Bruno was lying, but Sofia told me he wasn't," he said. You smiled when Sofia perked her head up at her name.

"Muchas gracias, Sofia," you whispered gently. Bruno suddenly came stumbling out the door, his hair bunched up in a mess and clothes disheveled as he leaned on the doorframe. You pursed your lips when you saw his pupils blown wide as he panted heavily.

“Forgive my son - he’s always been a late riser,” Alma smiled. Bruno straightened his green ruana before locking eyes with you. You gave him a warm, genuine smile as he froze.

"Mi vida..." he muttered under his breath [my life]. Everyone at the table watched as you rose from your seat and sauntered over to your man. You saw the shock grow in his eyes as you approached him, your lips parted as you dusted some sand from his dark, curly hair.

“I’m so happy to see you…darling,” you said aloud. The whole family gasped when you dipped your head down and kissed his cheek, letting your soft lips rest against his face as you slid your palms onto his thin shoulders. Bruno flapped his hands as his eyes widened even more, the rest of his body as stiff as a statue. You cooed and cupped his cheek as his face flushed with red.

“M-Mi cielo…” he whispered while nervously glancing back and forth between you and his family [my heaven]. You smoothed your thumb across his stubble as you smiled.

“Hermoso…it’s time,” you murmured. Bruno gulped as you slipped your hands into his and squeezed them gently. He straightened his shoulders as much as he took a deep breath and nodded. You beamed before turning to the barrage of shocked faces. Bruno cleared his throat as he clenched your hands.

“Mi familia, this is mi amor...(Y/N),” he smiled sheepishly while motioning towards you [my love]. You smiled and waved at the family.

“It’s nice to be properly acquainted with you all,” you giggled before tucking a strand of loose hair behind your ear. The table quickly erupted into utter chaos.

“Are you for real?!" Félix boomed.

“Are you sure this isn’t an elaborate prank?!” Isabella gawked.

"I knew this whole time," Dolores shrugged with a quiet whisper.

You and Bruno turned to each other, his face turning red once again as he shrank and winced under their rapid-fire questions. You placed your index finger and thumb against the corners of your lips before whistling loudly. The entire family quickly came to a halt as they whipped their heads towards you.

“I'd be happy to answer all of your questions…if you’ll still have me for breakfast, that is,” you said with a twinkle in your eye. They all slowly sat back down in their chairs while Alma cleared her throat.

“Of course,” the matriarch said with a small smile before motioning towards two empty seats.

A Few Days Later…

“Are you sure about this, mi vida?” Bruno asked nervously as he kept his hood up. You gave him a gentle smile as you pulled his hood back down. The two of you stood in the dimly lit foyer of Casita, a picnic basket slung around your free arm and a quilt over his.

“Absolutely,” you replied with a firm nod. Bruno swallowed thickly as he tugged his hood over his curly locks once more. You sighed and gave him a patient smile before flipping it back over.

"Mi amor, I don't want to spend the day with Hernado, or Jorge, or any other persona of yours...I want to spend it with you," you cooed. Bruno perked his head up as he finally let his hood remain draped over his shoulders. You giggled as he suddenly nuzzled his face against your collarbone, the top of his head brushing against your chin.

“Gracias, mi amor,” he said with a hushed whisper. You smiled brightly as you pecked the crown of his head.

"You're welcome," you replied. "Now...let's go show the village who I belong to," you winked while playfully bumping his hip with yours. Bruno chuckled softly as the two of you stepped outside hand-in-hand, the mid-afternoon sun hanging high above your heads as you began to stroll through the front yard of the Madrigal estate.

You felt Bruno's grip on your hand tighten as you approached the village.

"I'm right here," you reassured while brushing your thumb over his knuckles. Bruno nodded and took a deep breath. You grinned before stopping in your tracks and kissing his temple. You giggled as his cheeks grew red as you moved your lips to his nose.

"(Y-Y/N)," he muttered before going to pull his hood over his eyes. You giggled at his bashful behavior and placed your hands over his wrists.

"What? I'm just letting the village know how much I adore my Bruno," you beamed before peppering his face with more kisses. His cheeks burned even more as he white-knuckled the hood of his ruana.

You chuckled before quietly continuing your walk alongside him. Several villagers turned their heads as you passed by. You swayed your hips side to side, flaunting your beloved as you slung your arm around his.

Bruno immediately stopped when you suddenly stooped down and pressed your lips against his. You gasped when he suddenly reached up on his tip-toes and kissed you back.

"Bruno," you said with a breathless look while he pulled away. You heard a few young girls giggle nearby before their mothers shooed them away. The two of you shared a quiet laugh before continuing through the bustling market. Bruno seemed to relax with every step he took, his tense expression softening as he sighed. The sun peeked out from the parted clouds, the golden rays beaming down on your face as you inhaled deeply.

The two of you exchanged smiles as you made your way out of the small town and towards the lush, serene forest. You sighed as the two of you hiked through the dense brush before coming upon a familiar opening. Bruno wore a goofy grin as the two of you began to unfold the quilt and set the food out. You hummed a little tune while grabbing a bottle of wine before Bruno cleared his throat.

“Here: let me get that for you, mi amor,” he grinned. You raised your brows and handed him the bottle and opener.

“By all means, hermoso,” you giggled. Your love winked before he screwed the opener on. You watched as he fought and struggled with the cork, his elbows flapping wildly as he muttered to himself. You gasped when he fell back, the bottle flying out of his hands and into the brush. He flinched when the sound of glass shattering echoed through the forest, several toucans and other birds flying out afterwards. The two of you exchanged glances before bursting into laughter.

“It’s okay: I prefer the taste of your lips anyway,” you purred before pecking his lips. Bruno chuckled as he cupped your face.

“And I yours,” he murmured and brushed some hair out of your face. The two of you enjoyed the next hour as you fed each other the delectable treats you packed.

You eventually found your head in his lap as he slipped a plump grape past your soft lips. You closed your eyes as you savored the sweetness of the fruit and slowly. A gentle breeze swept over the forest as you sighed happily.

"Do you remember what happened the first time we came here, hermoso?" you lilted while opening your eyes. Your lover's breath hitched as he nearly choked on a piece of fruit. You flipped yourself over and rubbed Bruno's back as he cleared his throat.

"I-uh-I do," he flushed while picking at a blade of grass. You smiled and bit your lip, your breasts peeking out from beneath your lacy, white blouse as you wiggled your hips.

"We were both so nervous," you said as you slid your hand over his thigh. Bruno's gasped as you rested your chin between his ankles, your eyes locked on his crotch as he gulped. "But you did so well…made me the happiest girl in the whole world that night," you purred while sliding both of your hands up his legs and beneath his ruana. Bruno swallowed thickly as he fell back on his forearms, his legs spread out as you pounced on him like a lithe jaguar. His breath quickened as you hovered above him, your barely covered breasts grazing over his chest.

"Would you like to relive that moment?" you whispered as your lips brushed over his. You swore his eyes nearly shot out of his head as his face burned a bright red.

"B-But mi amor...what if someone sees us?" he muttered with a shaky breath. You chuckled before pecking his lips while rolling up his ruana, revealing his scruffy happy trail that led to the bulge growing beneath his slacks.

“Don't worry, we're far enough in the forest," you whispered into his ear while tracing your fingertips down his lean stomach. "No one will see or hear a thing," you said as your lips curled into a seductive grin. You felt his muscles tense beneath your light touch as you hooked your fingers around the band of his pants and tugged them down his lean thighs. Bruno gasped as his semi-hard cock sprang free, his tip growing flush as his shaft twitched in the exposed air.

You smiled as you dipped your head down and captured his lips in a passionate kiss. Bruno moaned softly and gripped your hips as your lips caressed one another in a heated embrace. He gasped as you slid your hand all the way down his stomach before wrapping your fist around the base of his burning, veiny shaft. You panted against his mouth as you gently squeezed his length.

"Pobracito...you're so pent up," you cooed before swiping your warm tongue along his bottom lip [Poor thing]. Bruno's eyes rolled back as you began to slowly pump your tight fist around his dick. Quiet moans fell past his parted lips before you slipped your tongue inside his wet cavern. He squeaked and bucked his hips forward as your tongues entangled with a wet squelch. You groaned into his mouth as you continued to rub his aching cock, each noise and shift of his hips causing the damp spot in your panties to grow wetter.

“Mmmm-mi corazón,” Bruno whined when you pulled back for air - a thick string of spit connecting your swollen lips as he breathed heavily. His cock twitched as you smeared a hot bead of precum across his flush tip. You cooed and kissed along his jaw as he arched into your touch.

“Would you like to feel my warm, tight mouth wrapped around your cock, Papi? Hm?” you husked into his ear as you continued to stroke his now rock-hard shaft [Daddy]. Bruno released a guttural groan as he writhed against your body.

“S-Sí…por fa, Mami,” he panted while desperately trying to gain any friction against his dick [Yes…please, Mommy]. You grinned and nipped at his ear before trailing your lips down his jaw and neck. Bruno's eyes grew half-lidded as he watched you create a painting of hickeys and small bite marks across his skin, goosebumps rising wherever your lips landed.

“I love all the cute noises you make, Brunito,” you chuckled against his collar bone before lashing your tongue against his bare skin.

“(Y-Y/N), por favor. Te necesito,” your lover begged while rocking his hips into your tight, warm grip [I need you]. You grinned and licked over the tiny bite mark before shuffling down his body. You swiped your tongue over your lips before letting your hot breath fan over his dick. Bruno's eyes grew clouded with lust as you pecked his bulbous tip, the salty taste of his precum leaking over your tastebuds while you moaned. Your beloved groaned as you swirled your wet muscle around his tip in sloppy, wet circles.

“M-Mierda,” Bruno hissed between gritted teeth as he watched you wrap your lips around his head before shallowly bobbing your mouth up and down his throbbing shaft [Shit]. You moaned and hollowed your cheeks, a wet slurping sound reverberating through the air as you took him in deeper with every dip of your head. You relished in the way your lover trembled as you cupped his balls in your free hand, tenderly massaging his sac as you fluttered your lashes. His dick felt so heavy as it glided along your tongue, the texture making your pussy clench and ache for the familiar drag of his shaft.

“God, (Y/N),” he moaned and bucked into your slick cavern, drawing a small gag from you. You gazed into his eyes when he gasped and shifted back, leaving your lips wrapped half-way around his sex. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t-“ his jaw went slack when you grabbed one of his hands and placed it on top of your head. You tilted your head to the side and began to quicken your pace, your spit now smearing down his balls as you squeezed them in a loving grip.

“A-Ah!” Bruno yelped as he grabbed your luscious hair, his nails digging into your scalp as you eagerly sucked him off. You squealed when he gripped your hair and guided you along his length, his eyes half-lidded and lit with pure desire. “S-Sí, Mami - tan buena,” he rumbled [Yes, Mommy - so good]. You smiled and kept your cheeks hollowed as you took him deeper and deeper. You moaned as you felt his cock twitch inside your mouth, his tip now soaking the back of your tight throat with salty precum.

Bruno's grunts and cried grew more desperate before you suddenly pulled off of his length with a slick “pop”. His eyes snapped open as he looked at you with a mix of confusion and yearning.

“(Y/N),” he whined and desperately thrusted his hips up. You immediately stole his attention the second you shuffled out of your white bloomers and skirt, the fabric falling onto the blanket with a soft thud. Bruno’s face turned cherry red as you pulled your shirt above your head, revealing your supple breasts to his hungry eyes. You giggled at his dumbfounded expression as you slowly sank down onto your knees and straddled his waist.

"Lo siento, Papi...but I need to feel you inside me," you sighed as you slowly grinded your hips against his. Bruno's eyes rolled back as your wet pussy lips caressed the sides of his cock with every stroke of your hips.

"Fuck, Mami," he whined as he wrapped his hands around your waist. You sighed and smoothed your palms over his slightly hairy chest as he dug his nails into your supple flesh. You moaned as the weeping tip of his cock glided over your puffy clit - pulses of pleasure sweeping through your empty heat as you gazed into his eyes.

"You feel so good beneath me, Brunito," you murmured while cupping his cheek. Bruno's bottom lip jutted out as he gulped.

"Mi vida, please," Bruno grunted as he gave you a soft, pleading look. You grinned softly and laid your hands on his stomach while you adjusted your hips. He gasped when you wrapped one of your hands around his dick, rubbing his head against your entrance teasingly before deeply gazing into his eyes.

You released a heavy sigh as you slowly sank down on his hard cock, his length deliciously gliding against your gummy walls with a wet squelch.

"Oh bebé," you moaned as you arched your back. You shivered as you buried yourself down to the hilt, a rush of heat swelling through your core as his dark bush gently brushed against your bundle of nerves. You paused for a few seconds, relishing in the feeling of his dick stuffing you to the brim while he panted beneath you. You swallowed thickly before you raised your hips and brought them back down.

The forest was filled with your combined grunting and moaning as you bounced on his cock. The sound of wet slapping between your hips made your legs shake as Bruno sank his nails into your hips.

"You stretch me so good, hermoso," you whispered as you leaned forward, your breasts now pushed against his chest while you captured his mouth in another sloppy, heated kiss. You smiled as you felt his cock twitch inside you, his head kissing your soft cervix each time you gracefully brought your hips back down. He gasped for air when you pulled back.

“Mami, I-I’m so close,” he said through gritted teeth as he dug crescents into your perfect hips. He shivered as you kissed along his scruffy jaw, your walls sucking him in and sweetly caressing his swollen dick. You soon sat back up on your knees, your breasts bouncing as you sped up your movements.

“Go on, Bruno: claim this pussy with your cum,” you moaned. You squeaked when he shoved your hips down as he released a deep, guttural groan. You trembled above him as you felt streams of his thick, hot cum paint your gummy walls as he stiffened beneath you.

“Sí, Sí,” Bruno mewled like a broken record as he writhed with pleasure. You moaned as you felt the sticky mess between your two bodies, a few beads of his thick cum leaking from the seam of your stretched out hole.

“Mmm, Papi,” you sighed as you rubbed your hands over his chest. Bruno slowly opened his eyes - his hazel pools glossed over with pleasure as he heaved.

“Did you…” his voice trailed off as he furrowed his brows and gazed at the space where your sexes were snugly joined. You chuckled softly and shook your head.

“No, but it’s-“ your eyes widened, the world around you passing in a blur as Bruno suddenly laid on top of you. You blinked as he cradled the back of your head with his soft palm, his long fingers smoothing through your locks as he panted above you.

“Por fa, mi princessa…déjame mimarte,” he rumbled while pressing soft kisses to the junction between your jaw and neck [Please, my princess…let me spoil you]. You moaned as he peppered your sensitive pulse with kisses as his hands smoothed over your breasts. A soft sigh escaped you as he gently rubbed his thumbs over your perky nipples, his mouth suckling on your exposed skin as he slowly pulled the rest of his soaked length out of you.

You mewled at the emptiness, prompting your love to coo and lick a bold stripe over your pulse.

“Bebé,” you keened while stroking your fingers through his thick, dark hair. Bruno’s eyes sparkled as he gave you a sheepish smile.

“What I want to do is a bit…different, if that’s alright,” he said as his cheeks tinted with pink. You chuckled softly and kissed his forehead.

“You know I’ll still enjoy it,” you said while smoothing your thumb over his cheek. Bruno’s smile grew before he took a deep breath. Your body trembled with anticipation as he traced his lips between the valley of your breasts and down your soft stomach. Your jaw went slack when he slung your legs over his shoulders, his warm breath falling across your dripping sex as he licked his lips.

Bruno flicked his eyes back to you, hesitantly waiting for your response.

“It’s alright, Brunito,” you reassured him with a soft whisper. Your beloved snacked his lips again before delicately tracing the tip of his tongue around your swollen clit. Your legs shook around his head as he moaned against your sex, the vibrations of his voice sending ripples of pleasure through your core.

“God,” you moaned as Bruno swiped his tongue along your drenched slit - his wet muscle collecting your combined juices before he hungrily slurped it up. You gasped when he teased your weeping entrance, shallowing pumping his tongue inside your cunt as his nose rubbed against your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“S-Sí, Papi. Sigue adelante,” you breathed as you tugged on his dark locks [Yes, Daddy. Keep going]. Bruno grunted as he closed his eyes, savoring the flavor of your cunny while flattening his tongue over your folds. You moaned and rolled your hips against his face, his stubble lightly scraping over the inside of your thighs as he swayed his head back and forth.

Your eyes nearly crossed when he suddenly puckered his lips around your engorged bud, a cry of bliss escaping from your throat as the tension in your lower belly swelled.

“B-Bruno,” you gulped for air as he spread your labia apart with his nimble fingers. Both of you shared a quiet gasp when he teased the rim of your entrance. His lips curled and suckled on your clit as he slowly pushed a digit inside, causing the thick cream stuffed inside your cunt to come pouring out.

“Mi vida,” Bruno whispered, his lips dancing over your mound before he dove back in. Stars began to spark in your vision as he curled his digit against your plush g-spot while he slowly worked another one inside. Your legs trembled as he steadily pumped his fingers in and out of your fluttering hole; every dip and curve of his digits perfectly massaging your walls.

“Sí, p-por fa,” you moaned as he sloppily made out with your clit while thrusting his fingers deeper with every stroke. Your lover groaned as you raised your hips, his grip around your thighs tightening as he rumbled lowly. You screwed your eyes shut as you felt the delicate surface of his warm tongue caress over your slit. Bruno continued to moan as he savored the sweetness of your juices while spreading your hole open with his digits.

You suddenly came with a final long drag of his tongue against your clit.

“Bruno!” you screamed his name as you snapped your hips forward, his face completely buried against your cunt as you cried and thrashed in his grip. Your melodic moans cascaded through the forest as you heard him slurp up your thick cream, his eyes rolling back as your gummy walls pulsed around his fingers. You mewled and fucked yourself on his digits as you came; completely soaking his hand with your arousal.

You whined and babbled incoherently as your body shook with pure bliss, jaw slack and eyes nearly crossed.

“God, yes,” you swallowed thickly as tears of pleasure rolled down your flush cheeks. You slowly blinked your eyes open as the overwhelming pleasure began to fade. Bruno’s nostrils flared as he exhaled through his nose, hid eyed glowing with pure admiration as he laid a soft kiss over your puffy cunt. You flinched as you felt him smile against your folds.

The two of you simply gazed into each other’s eyes for several moments before he slowly placed your hips down on his lap.

“That was…amazing,” you said breathlessly. Bruno chuckled as another sheepish smile crossed his features.

“I’m glad I made you feel so good, mi amor,” he beamed, pride glowing in his eyes as he slipped away. Your face burned when you saw how soaked his chin was as he licked his lips. Bruno cooed and patted your hip as he slowly pulled his fingers out of your tenderly fucked pussy. You smiled and kept your arms open as he crawled on top of you, his soft, soaked dick slipping against your sex as he planted a sweet kiss on your lips. You sighed and brushed your fingertips through Bruno's hair as he laid his head on your chest.

"Te amo mucho, mi vida," your lover whispered as he laid his head on your chest [I love you so much]. You smiled warmly as you placed a soft kiss on the crown of his head.

"Te amo mucho, mi corazón," you murmured.

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[cl-0v3r]

Okay this is gonna be super rushed and probably have alot of mistakes but I need this out of my system so it will most likely be like half a shitpost !!!

When i think of Jinx and Mel at a flat level, i assume that they are very different from eachother, there is no personal connection between the two at all, they don't even know eachother and they both have very different roles in the show, not to mention the difference in demeanor and character as well.

But Arcane, a show full of parallels, always knows how to connect each of its characters to one another somehow, I find it amazing that you can find so many similarities despite their vast differences even if it was the most subtle thing ever, its like the tiniest bits of detail SCREAM at you.

One of my favorite (and most obvious) things about Mel and Jinx is the fact that they speak of their past THROUGH THEIR ART, I don't think I really need to go ahead and dissect this to the last atom since it's already very clear what their drawings mean to them and to the story, but they prefer to cope with their trauma by painting/making things that remind them of the past or has a relation to it, there is ALWAYS a piece (or pieces) of art about something that continues to HAUNT them to this day, for Jinx its "doodles" of the hallucinations of Mylo, Claggor & Vi who are almost everywhere she is, as for Mel its the bloody necklace thats hung above her head and over her bed alongside the painting of the immortal bastion to remind her about "home".

Whats even crazier is the fact that their art is also tied to the people who cast them out from their family, Powder before this was always called a Jinx ESPECIALLY by Mylo and she was considered weak and unable to handle things like the others, leading her to change and become somebody new after they left, sound a little familiar? Because Mel was also considered weak, sentimental, too soft to be a Medarda E S P E C I A L L Y by Ambessa at a young age, and what happened after? Gone. Afterwards, they find themselves in a new place where people "look up to them" or they're seen as someone with higher importance.

And I've spoken a bit about the visual similarities in an earlier post, but we gotta appreciate their attitudes towards their "parental" figures, I don't know why but its funny to see how much sass they throw at them, its what inspired this post actually. Maybe its just the satisfaction of seeing my two least favorite characters get the same honest reaction I have by my favorite characters 😭

They're both tired of their shit and its the best thing to ever exist.

Let's not forget how they both got genuinely angry at them as well? Jinx snatching Silcos injection from his hands and being pissed at him for lying to her about everyone being dead, while Mel slapped the goblet out of Ambessas hand, upset that she played with Jayce unrightfully so.

The color and design differences is a beautiful parallel too, Jinx is often surrounded by cold or dark colors like Blue, Green, black with a hint of purple and pink and dressed like her personality, while Mel is more light & Warm-toned with yellow/gold, red, white and a wee bit of black which is all matching to her Elegance. This is just a general parallel between characters of Zaun and Piltover overall, but its always very appealing when you compare them together.

And finally, its them completely letting go of their past selves and starting out new literally by the last episode after struggling with who they are the whole time, Powder was officially gone by the end of the season, and Mel was no longer Medarda. Jinx is just Jinx, Mel is just Mel, and they are both going to do things their own way and that was shown with how Mel took off her ring and painted over the Immortal Bastion with gold , and how Jinx launched her rocket towards the council with her own art on it too.

Its funny to think that thats the only physical connection they could possibly have and that its related to their character arcs, its related to them making a new big decision, it has a strong relation to their art, and a strong relation to them saying goodbye to their family.

Hope this made sense !!!!!!!! I honestly just want them to like idk hug or something and go to loo loo land and paint together or whatever in a different universe and cope with their shared trauma together no fuss no muss. Fanfic writers where did you go y'all are missing out on this super mega awesome cool older&younger sister / mother-daughter duo.

[lririx]

This ask

VALE boys x shy gn reader

I'm sorry it took so long anon😭

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Victor Grantz

Expressing yourself has always been hard. Being shy makes talking to people a really hard task for you. Victor understood. He isn't good with words but can talk in necessary situations so it's not as hard for him. But he still understands.

Every day he saw how you struggled to keep a conversation and how nervous it made you feel.

He decided to leave notes for you. Notes that had words of encouragement. Notes that showed how much he loved you.

You always found notes in your pockets that had words that calmed you down.

It was his way of comforting you when he wasn't there.

Today was a tiring day. It was Emma's birthday and everyone decided to celebrate it together.

Parties aren't your thing. Kevin dragged you with him to talk to everyone else.

This was one of the most awkward days of your life.

You just stood there while everyone else talked and laughed.

Victor saw you and came towards you. He took your hand and walked to the green house.

The greenhouse is a quiet place. All the flowers and plants make the place feel like another world.

You sit on a chair as the moonlight shines on you.

Victor can't take his eyes off of you. You look beautiful is all he could think of.

He sits next to you and takes your hand.

“[Name].” He says.

“Hm?”

“You know you can ask me for help right?”

You giggle. “Where did that come from?”

“I just don't like seeing you struggle so much to talk to people. I mean you slightly change when you're talking to different people. It's tiring no?”

You look down to the floor. He's right. Altering your personality every time you talked to someone was tiring. You could only be yourself around Victor.

“I know you're worried it's just…I can't do anything about it it just happens.” Your said with a low voice.

“I know.” He said while smiling. “That's why I said you can ask me for help."

You blushed. You felt happy. He was the first ever person you expressed yourself to. The fact that he goes out of his way to tell you this made you feel warm inside.

You lean towards him and kiss him on the lips.

“I love you.” You said.

“I love you too.”

Andrew Kreiss

You've been participating in matches day after day.

You not only have your matches but end up participating in place of others when they can't attend.

This match was a long one. You ended up kiting Bane for pretty much the whole game but in the end you lost.

You came back to the Manor with cuts and bruises all over your body.

Andrew rushed to Emily's office to check on you.

“Are you OK?” He said as he panted.

“I'm OK don't worry.” You said with a weak smile. “I'm just tired.”

He took a deep breath and sat on a chair next to your bed.

He took your hands and sat there quietly.

The sight of you like this made his heart ache but also made his blood boil. Those selfish people. How can they keep giving their work to you?

“Andrew?” You said as you brushed a strand of hair away from his face.

“Why do you keep doing this?” He asked.

“What?”

“This. Why have you been attending others' matches left and right?”

“...Are you mad?”

“Of course I'm angry. I'm angry at you for throwing away your needs. I’m angry at you for overworking yourself. Im angry that you never asked me for help.!”

He went quiet for a second and then continued with a lower voice.

“But most of all I’m angry at myself. At the fact that I’m so useless that I don’t stand up for you…Whenever I think of the times where I could've pulled you away when someone asked for you to do something. The times where if I didn't let you attend a match you wouldn't have been in pain. Whenever I think of those I hate myself. I hate myself because I didn't do anything.”

Andrew understands you well. You two are really similar. So you can understand what he's feeling right now. You know how much he's beating himself up for it.

You drag him into a hug and you don't let go.

You start to kiss the top of his head and caress his hair.

“I'm sorry.” You muttered. “I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.”

“Please. Just stop wearing yourself out. For me.” He said in a low voice.

You nod. “I promise.” You whispered.

Luca Balsa

How many times has Orpheus made you “help him” and then dump all of his work on you because “he got a new idea”? You've lost count at this point.

You've gotten used to it but you obviously don't enjoy it but you just can't say no to him. You wanted to a couple of times but you just couldn't bring yourself to do it. You didn't want to turn him down when he asked for your help. Well that was one of the reasons. You didn't want him to dislike you. You don't want anyone to dislike you but Orpheus was one of the people that the idea of him disliking you scared you.

It wasn't only you who was bothered by this situation. Luca was really worried about you. You would come to his room, exhausted and drop yourself onto his bed and pass out pretty much every night.

Luca always stays up late. You have to drag him to bed if you want him to sleep. But after this routine with you and Orpheus started you would sleep without a word out of exhaustion. On some days he barely even saw you.

Orpheus told you to wake up earlier than usual today. You didn't sleep last night which didn't help. You get up, wash your face, get changed and go to the library where Orpheus told you to meet him.

“These are murder case files. I'm going to use these in my Novel.” He says. “So read these papers and write me a summary of them. I need it by tomorrow evening.”

You blacked out for half of the conversation. Your mind started to properly work just now and this is all you understood. You sighed and were about to say “I'll do it.” When you felt a hand on your shoulder.

“Sorry Orpheus.” Said a person you cherish. “But I need y/n's help today. I know you had plans but it's really urgent. I'm sure you can do this yourself.” He continued with a smile.

“Oh.” Said Orpheus. “Well I guess I wouldn't mind since they've helped me so much. Then bye for now.” He takes the papers and takes a seat in the library.

“What's wrong?” You ask Luca.

“Come on I need your help.” He takes your hand and drags you to his room.

You enter and he closes the door. “Well?” You ask.

He lays on the bed and pats the spot beside him. “I need you to sleep.” He says with a cocky smile.

“You dragged me all the way here to sleep?” you asked a bit annoyed. “I was supposed to help Orpheus.”

He gets up and sits on the bed. “You call that helping?” He asks. “He is using you. Well even if he doesn't have bad intentions he still doesn't care if you want to do it or not. You can't just say yes to everything people ask of you.”

He sounds a bit mad but he's keeping his cool. You lower your gaze and play with your fingers. You don't know what to say. I mean what can you say? You know he's right.

He sighs and gets up from the bed to stand in front of you and takes your hand. He grabs your chin and gently pulls up your head. “I'm worried about you OK? You're just tiring yourself like this it's not good for you.”

“You're one to talk.” You say annoyed.

He laughs. “Well at least I do something I enjoy. Plus you always make me rest. But you just won't listen to me no matter how hard I try.” He kisses your forehead. “I won't let you try to please people like this anymore. You have to start saying no to them.”

You don't say anything. Instead bury your face into his chest. Luca wraps his arms around you and kisses your head. “Come on. Let's sleep. Neither of us have slept these days.”

You tighten your arms around him and nod in response. Then both of you get on the bed and drift away into a deep sleep.

Edgar Valden

Failed rescues, terror shocks, short kites. You really messed up in today's match.

Well, everyone messes up.

But Freddy came up to you and started bickering with you.

“How can anyone be so bad?”

“Practicing is a good thing you know?”

“If you're going to mess up everything don't play the games.”

“Why did you even come to the Manor?”

His remarks didn't stop.

You couldn't say anything. You knew you did terribly in the match but it happens to everyone. He doesn't have the right to be this mad. But you couldn't say anything. Not a single word came out of your mouth. You just stood there while he said anything he wanted to you.

“What makes you think you can talk to them like that?!” You heard someone shout from across the room.

You look over Freddy's shoulder and see Edgar. He was fuming and coming towards Freddy.

“Your little lover over here messed up the whole game!” Freddy shouted. “Why do they even participate if they plays like this?”

Edgar grabbed Freddy by the collar. “You're disgusting.Have you forgotten how many times you've messed up the game yourself? How many times our win turned into a loss because of you? You think you have any right to be shouting at them like this?”

Freddy was surprised. His face was turning red. He quickly snatched away from Edgar's hand and left the room.

He huffed. Then he turned to you. “Why weren't you saying anything to him?” He looked angry.

You just burst into tears. He was surprised and came to his senses.

“I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say it like that. I'm sorry.” He panicked and pulled you into a hug.

“I'm sorry. I couldn't stand seeing you like that.”

You just cried into his chest. Freddy shouting at you like that scared you.

He caresses your hair and whispers “It's OK.” Sometimes.

After you've calmed down he pulls you away and wipes your tears. “Please. Stand up for yourself OK?” Then he pulled you into a hug again.

“I'm always here for you.”

[schrodinger-swriter]

HI AGAIN!! i saw you said we were allowed to put one or two asks in at a time so i’m hopping on that haha. first of all, with my first husk request, i’d like to say right after i sent that in, i noticed one or two letters you had already done and i would just like to say i’m so sorry if that caused you any extra work!! (well not sorry enough cause i’m coming back to give you more PFF- 😭😭) (sorry i’m crazy, moving on) but if you could give me Lute with the following letters that’d be amazing!! : A, B, G, H, U

thank you sm again!! your work fucking rocks haha, i will definitely be in here more after you do the first two requests i sent, no rush tho!! love ya (/p) and your work 💕

A, B, G, H, and U for Lute

No need to apologize! Slip ups happen all the time. I actually have the switch between windows when I'm updating the masterlist when a new alphabet post is made! Aha!

I hope this is alright, I admit I struggle with writing softer... more domestic stuff for Lute, so this post may be a little short..

ATTRACTION:

Lute would be interested in someone strong... strong body and strong willed. Though only if your loyalties lie with Heaven. Lute already spends her days fighting.. and it seems she might even be Adam's right hand man.. Woman.. his personal guard, it seems. Be it assigned or voluntary. She is more than willing to protect and fight for you, but knowing you can provide for yourself puts her at ease as well as makes her feel more secure.

BONDING:

Similar to the Vaggie post, you both tend to bond when the pair of you spare together. Lute seems to be very skilled in combat, that sort of thing doesn't happen over night. The only drawback here is that she's likely to go a little hard on you, and perhaps she's a bit of a sore loser..? You might be able to convince her to go out and do something relaxing, though it will take a lot of coaxing to pull her away from her duties.

GIFT GIVING:

Lute doesn't do gifts often. She doesn't exactly know how to react when given a gift, so she might react a little tensely. She does appreciate it, she just isn't used to being cared for like that. Likewise, the thought to give you gifts outside of special occasion doesn't cross her mind. She's more of an acts of service person, anyway.

HARSH:

Lute can be very intense. Heaven and it's plans will always come first for her, which can put a nasty strain on the relationship if time and time again she puts the plans you've made together to the side. She can also get really into an argument if she's passionate about the subject, even sometimes saying something in the heat of the moment.

She's stubborn, too. "Angels don't make mistakes", you know? But you're an angel too.. I mean you'd likely be one, right? Given Lute's obvious disdain for anything sinful. Getting an apology out of her is like pulling teeth, though her tense... well tense-er body language does show that she's having mixed thoughts going on inside of her. Tries to offer peace by doing something for you.

UPSET:

When Lute is upset she tends to... shut herself away, a lot of her feelings being outwardly converted into something that LOOKS like annoyance or anger. She'd much rather spend some time alone letting off some steam.

When you're upset she can be a little... emotionally distant. She's trying to connect, but she's so used to being this war machine of sorts that being vulnerable wasn't something she ever considered. She's trying, and even if she doesn't say much she's listening to you rattle off about what's gotten you in a sour mood.

[not-goldy]

No sane jimin stan would ever want the kinda of push jk is getting for jimin trust me. i would take face and all it’s struggling over the heavy push any day. No hate to jk though you do you boo. I hope jimin stays away from the west and it’s boring industry. He’s the only one giving me old bts vibes and id hate for him to lose that. i know his time is gonna come with or without bh push , he has insane talent and artistry, he always got the entire kpop community’s attention (it boy things) he gets everyone talking about him because he’s the main character. I’m not worried about jimin, he’s always been a winner so jm stans relax ok? We stan an intelligent man who knows what he’s doing and he’s coming for everyone’s necks very soon. At the end of the day talent wins and jm has no competition when it comes to that so what are yall worried about?

Ooooooooooohhhhhhhh yaaaaaaasssssssssssss

baaaabbbbbbbeeeeee!!!!!!!

TALK DIRTY TO ME!

YOU. THE SPOT ➡️🔛

HE KNOWS WHAT HE'S DOING!!!!!!!!

NO ONE UNDERSTANDS WHAT AN IDOL IS MORE THAN HIM.

HE IS SHOOTING FOR LONGEVITY IN WHATEVER NICHE HE CARVES FOR HIMSELF AND HE INTENDS TO DOMINATE IT COS NO ONE DOES IDOL BETTER THAN HIM. NOBODY.

HE VALUES AUTHENTICITY AND STAYING TRUE TO HIMSELF

HE HAS VISION AND A SENSE OF DIRECTION AND WHAT HE WANTS TO DO WITH HIS CAREER

HE IS CAREFUL AND SELECTIVE AND IS CONSCIOUSLY BUILDING HIS BRAND

HE TRULY KNOWS WHAT HE'S ALL ABOUT AND MY GAWD HE'S SO SEXY FOR THAT

BRILLIANT AMAZING SHOW STOPING NEVER THE SAME TOTALLY THE SAME

IF HE STARTS LEANING INTO HIS ART MY GAWD!

IF PARK JIMIN STARTS LEANING INTO HIS ARTISTIC STRENGTHS THE EARTH WILL QUAKE

WE ARE NOT READY

WE ARE NOT READY FOR A JIMIN BLACK SWAN ESQUE SOLO TRAJECTORY

SEE THE WAY YHE GROUND TREMBLED WHEN HE DROPPED SET ME FREE?????

DID YALL FEEL THAT OR WAS IT JUST ME????

YALL FINNA HOLD ON TO SOMETHING

I'm honestly happy with the trajectory of his career. No one understands or sees the potential he is harboring more than me.

I love how he is pacing himself. Taking his time to decide and define his niche. He knows what he wants the world to see him as and if you pay attention to what he says in his interviews and lives with us you can tell the thought that he puts into everything he does.

I'm sorry but Jimin will not rush into something he cannot commit to. Unlike some one like Jungkook- bless his heart- he is not impulsive at all. He's not gonna rush and set up an IG on a whim and delete it a few months later.

Jungkook can be so impulsive sometimes and he is a bit of a live in the moment kind of guy in my opinion and that allows him to seize the day, make hay while its shinning, carpe diem- the whole nine.

To be honest, sometimes I do wish Jimin would losen up a bit and make mistakes and correct them as he goes and be a bit impulsive too- not too much just a little. Teeny tiny little. And I know it's something he's been working at. He keeps talking about this and I'm proud of him for it.

Love Jungkook or hate him, you can't say he is not making the most out of his career even if things should magically fall into his laps. He's a seize the day kinda pal and I truly really admire that about him.

I mean it's right there on his sleeve tattoo 😆

Sometimes it's about working smart not just working hard and also seizing opportunities that come your way. You might never get the same opportunity twice.

I don't know but Jungkook and Jimin are similar yet also so different so when people compare them sometimes i wonder if they take all these differences in their characters into consideration- and I know I said we should leave him out of discussions about Jimin but my mind keeps drifting back and forth between them 😭😭😭😭😭😭

[nothing-but-luv-for-you]

do you have any tips for high school? im starting today but im nervous 😭😭😭

I AM SO LATE . i really hope your day was alright , honey ! how was it ?

some tips :

always , ALWAYS bring hygiene essentials (deodorant & feminine products at the very bare minimum)

never know when you or someone else might need them !

go to bed earlier , don’t be on your electronics or any screens at least an hour before you decide to sleep

you will feel like shit if you fall asleep doomscrolling or staying up past midnight on your phone , ngl that’s just fact . your rest is so important ! high school can be a little bit of a change in comparison to middle and elementary . i’ve found that your first year is usually acts as a transition period between middle and high school , and you’ll get a gist of it all .

set time aside for yourself

i cannot stress how important it is to prioritize yourself , especially in high school . i know it might sound like a load of fluff , but i’ve found that high school has been a period of self-discovery for me whilst also having to balance extracurriculars and school work . always , always spend at least ten minutes with yourself , away from school work and phones and all of that .

find your interests

i found myself so lost my freshman year of hs . for the first three months , i consistently talked to two people in only one of my four classes . i felt so alone , and i wallowed in that . i wish i had the courage to step out of my bubble then , and maybe i would’ve gotten to where i am now sooner . joining theatre at my school truly did wonders for me ; i was surrounded by people who cared about similar things as me , and who were passionate as me . it did wonders for me .

compliment someone ! (or something like that)

i found that making small goals helped me a lot . be it , making sure i have a snack after PE or smiling at someone in the hall , really helped me ground myself . i have a personal goal of complimenting at least one person , be it a friend or a stranger . it helped me grow more confident in my own self and build my courage (that’s not to say i don’t still struggle)

be gentle with yourself , alright ? failure does not define you . listen to your gut when it tells you someone is bad for you . on the flip side , learn to trust others , too . not everyone is out to hurt you .

let me know if you want to hear any more tips ! i sort of rushed my response now because i’m getting back so late T^T . i hope your first day went well , luv !

[wrenchenthusiast]

Hi! I saw that you were asking for asks about Strangers from Hell, so I wanted to ask you when you think Moonjo started getting obsessed with Jongwoo? Like we see him peeping at him before he even talks to him for the first time, do you think he started wanting to make him into a 'masterpiece' then or later?

Oh my god I love this THANK YOU

I could talk about for hours I STRUGGLED to pick one episode only to talk on, kept writing shit back and forth aargh it was a nightmare

There’s like soooo many episodes I could use but I don’t wanna make this overly long and confusing to read anyways

But episode 6 works so well like when Jongwoo’s going back to look at the CCTV footage from last night to check what he did/said while he was drunk, we see him have this like stand off I guess? That’s not the right word I’m looking for but I can’t think of another one that fits well enough right now anyways just seeing Jongwoo so open and unfiltered more especially with how he’s talking to Moonjo, who’s just all giddy about getting under his skin. I think what really made his obsession with Jongwoo start to grow more was him saying he’s the creepiest one at Eden

It’s the way he says it too, he’s not scared of Moonjo here like he previously was shown to be in past episodes he’s just angry and frustrated taking it out on anyone and anything he’s able to. Moonjo likes seeing him this way he even says it himself the day after on the rooftop, he tells Jongwoo he likes him this way more when he’s just more vulgar says/does what he wants freely, acting the way he wants not how others want him to be.

ALSO ALSO Just that entire scene with one of the twins (I think his name was Deuksoo) arguing with Jongwoo, I’m certain if Moonjo hadn’t showed up when he did Jongwoo would’ve gotten killed right there and then. Even when Moonjo was there to calm things down Deuksoo kept telling him they should just get rid of him, he doesn’t like how far this has gotten he wants Jongwoo GONE

Literally no one in Eden likes him😭 Only reason he’s lived so long is because Moonjo likes hin so much it’s so funny to me anyways

also that scene where the twins and nambok are up on the forth floor, Deuksoo’s just so fed up and tired of Jongwoo being here, once learning he’s up investigating the forth floor he tries to deal with him himself only to end up getting killed by Moonjo. And what gets me the most from this scene is just how he acts here, he’s panicking almost he acted on impulse he’s so drastically different here he’s normally calm and collected most of the time but here?

He’s in a frenzied state, his breathing is picking up, the way he talks like he’s rushing to say something to keep control, to keep HIMSELF in control. Going as far as to threaten Deukjong, (the other twin) if he tries to mess with Jongwoo, HIS project his artwork.

Anyways yeah this episode is just sooo I really like it, I’m sure there’s more I talk on about but these are my main thoughts on his entire obsession with Jongwoo starting to just change more, I definitely feel like this episode is a turning point on how he saw Jongwoo and how he acts with him in later episodes,

I also think it has to do with the fact they’re so similar, even the other Eden residents say it themselves, there’s a few moments in the show where they’re compared to the other (again by the residents)

Also just the sheer difference between Jongwoo and kihyuk speaks volumes, and I think that could also play into why Moonjo liked him so much.

kihyuk’s eager too please, he’s obedient too controlled, while Jongwoo isn’t he easily snaps at anything, he has no control in his life, he’s impulsive and unfiltered

yeah those r my thoughts I have wayy more free feel to send me more asks it’s so fun answering these I have like nothing else better to do I was STRUGGLING to type this all out very fun though also I’m like so sorry if this is hard to understand/read I’m like constantly changing stuff trying to make it easier to understand but end up making it 10x confusing and I don’t usually reread most things because I get anxious and just end up deleting it entirely

[hypnoneghoul]

Can you give advice on storywriting? I love the idea of it but I cant do it properly?

Struggling with wording and like how to make each character their own/how to make a well written character??

Aandd how do I know what information to keep and what to tell? I always rush to tell things and I struggle with "show dont tell"

And pacing lmao😭 I dont know how to pace my stories well

You seem to be really good and I read your book (I litterally.. tried to learn polish for the sake of reading it lmao;;; its so good) and a few of your stories too.. any tips would be appreciated

first of all, oh my gosh, I'm literally honoured hshshsh you tried to read my book??? gonna break down right here pleaseee thank you😭

okay I'll try to get to it as well as I can, I hope it'll help at least a bit. you can always message me or send more asks <3 under the cut because its long

making the character be good, have a personality that's actually theirs is probably the hardest thing in writing. it's a bit easier in fanfiction than original work because you see them acting on stage and you see the headcanons so you have a base for it, let's say. but it's still hard. id say there are three ways of approaching this. going off vibes, projection and careful scheming and planning.

going off vibes would be just "okay he does on stage that, so i think he'd act like that off stage", pretty simple, going mostly with your guts yk

projection can go a long way. two ways actually. you can write a character that similar to you or you can write a character that is something you're lacking. of course you can mix it all, but thats the best i can describe it. my rain is me, my dew is me, my swiss and mountain is what i wish i had. caeril is me, neithan is me, etc.

careful scheming and planning is also a good way but if done wrong the character is not gonna feel real, its gonna be dry and just fake. what i mean by that is finding a character sheet with physical characteristics as well as personality traits and thinking it all over, carefully planning what you want the character to be. i myself don't do that, it feels too... artificial for me. if used correctly, tho, it can really slay because then the character can be very well thought over

you gotta try different things, u dont have to write a big 10k word fic right away. you can if you want of course but id say start with one shots, make them your character sheets. do some character study, create them and then put them into a biger picture. it takes time and practice, as evereything

the thing with show dont tell is also a thing of practice. theres no rules as to what info you should keep and what is unneccessary. show dont tell doesnt mean just show, never tell. telling isn't wrong, but writing should put the reader's brain to work, they should be seeing what you saw when you were writing. the best way to do this is basing on the senses. when writing a sentence and you doubt if its necessarry, ask yourself "okay if i was a reader what does this sentence give me? does it give me anything? what senses does it influence? does it help me paint the scene in my brain?". gotta go with feeling and overtime youlll find the perfect balance between showing and telling descriptions and that'll be your style. i make my works pretty descriptive and easy to imagine for the readers because i started with tolkien. i aspired to be like him which is of course impossible but slivers of his writing style can be seen in mine. one of those slivers is rich descriptive imagery

pacing the stories is also really hard. main rule is to not make it boring, but how to achieve it? lmao its not that easy fr. if you do an oneshot you can keep a standard introduction-main part-conclusion structure. first paint the situation, paint the place where this is happening. main part should be the longest, this is what IS your work, the most important thing. conclusion can be slow and short. tell the reader how the main part of the text changed something from the introduction, just nicely close it out. of course you dont have to, we love open endings but this is the easiest thing, id say

with bigger fics, multichapter, go wild. introduction is important but you dont have to put in on the beginning. you can start mysteriously and explain what the fuck its about in te 3rd chapter or even at the very end. build some tension but also give the reader a moment to breathe. the longer the text the more possibilieties you have but overdoing it is not good either, plan it, sketch a storyline. as everything, its a thing of practice and finding your style

and doing all that never forget about the technical bits. good story that has a terrible formatting automatically becomes a worse story because its not nice to look at. learn the proper ways to format a dialogue, work on punctuation, dont forget to capitalize (says me without a single capitalized letter and the worst grammar punctuation and typos in this whole post lmao im trying to type it in quickly sorry). dont be afraid of clicking enter, make space. formatting can also be helful in building tension, short sentences do that. you can highight an information by putting the sentecne with it alone in a line. a lot of things, also style, but you still should keep to the actual rules. treat your work as something great, dont do it half assed. treat it like it'd be supposed to be published, yk?

okay im done this is so long ugh i hope anything here is at least a bit understandable sorry but also if u or anyone have any more questions feel free to hit the ask box/dms hehehe

[myfavouritelunatic]

The Blacksmith

More delays, my profound apologies! 😭 Thank you for your patience again! 😊

Pairing: Halbrand/Sauron x Female Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Violence

Links to Chapter One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen, Fourteen, Fifteen, Sixteen, Seventeen, Eighteen, Nineteen, Twenty, Twenty-One, and Twenty-Two!

Chapter Twenty-Three

The screaming startled you awake. It was some distance away, yet loud enough to carry right to your ear. "Halbrand?!" Your love was not beside you and the air left your lungs. "I'm here." To your immense relief he was not the being causing the suffering this time. You sat up a little too quick, your head spinning, and you could just make out his figure, dressing frantically. It was still night time, yet the moon's light was low in the sky, your love reduced to a silhouette while your eyes adjusted to the lack of luminosity. Standing next to your horse wearing only his trousers, he pulled one of your other dresses from your bag, urging to you to quickly put it on. It was the simplest of the three you had stuffed into your sack during your last moments in Eregion, and the most practical. A dark plum coloured gown, form fitting but not too tight, with golden embroidery, similar to your favourite crimson piece, that ran intricately down both sleeves, ending at the border of the holes that hooked over your thumbs. With the skirt of the dress stopping just above your ankles, it was flexible enough for you in case you needed to run, and running seemed like something you were about to do.

  More screams rang through the night as you both gathered your things in a hurry, hoping that you would reach the scene before it was too late. Freeing your horse and climbing on, you were soon away, galloping as fast as you could go. "C'mon, my boy, there are people that need us." Halbrand encouraged your steed, sensing that his energy was almost completely depleted. You couldn't help but smile for a moment, as the realisation hit you: without thought, without question, without hesitation, Halbrand chose to act, chose to save whoever is being attacked. A very promising sign that you held onto as you charged into the fight.

Looking over your love's shoulder, you could see torch light ahead, waving from side to side, the screams growing in volume. Drawing closer after only a minute or so, you witnessed quite the sight. One lone man stood defending a small group of others, comprised of men, women, and children, as three orcs struck repeatedly against him, their torches and weapons clashing with the mans shield. He was not to last much longer.

  "Give me your dagger." commanded Halbrand. Unsheathing it from your belt, you quickly passed it to him. He charged your horse through the skirmish, knocking down two orcs and slicing the throat of the third. Bringing the steed back around and to a halt, you both swiftly jumped off. Halbrand made for the orcs, and you made for the people, calling for them to back away. They ran in the direction of a horse and wagon over on the road maybe thirty feet away, their means of travel it seems before the orcs had struck them. "Thank you!" cried out the man with the shield as he took off. You only nodded at him before turning back to witness your king in action.

Halbrand had one foot on an orcs throat, pressing down and twisting into it, stifling the squeals of the vile creature. The other one he had knocked down attempted to rush him, but your love caught his arm before the sword could strike. Pressing down completely on the orcs neck, you heard an unnerving crack as he snuffed the creature out. Then, without any effort it seemed, he stuck the dagger into the other orcs belly, then taking the sword from it, swiftly removed its head. Throwing the lifeless creature down, he moved toward the orc who’s neck he had originally slit. It was still moving, crawling pitifully on the ground, struggling to reach for its sword. Using his newly acquired weapon, Halbrand ended the final orcs life with a single strike to its back, black blood spraying on the grass, shining in the light of the torches that were now upon the ground.

This was when you registered Halbrand was not wearing your favourite blue grey outfit. He was dressed in black trousers and a charcoal coloured tunic, its collar framing the torc perfectly, the fabric now glistening with the blood of the orcs he had slain. He hadn't noticed you staring at him yet, his eyes fixed on the dead creature before him as he pulled out the sword from its back. Your mouth was slightly agape at the sight of him, for you were feeling yourself being overcome by wanton thirst. His eyes darted at you then, looking across at you from underneath his brows. Your pulse began to quicken, for you were excited, but also afraid that the image before you might trigger something you were begging not to come to the surface.

  Halbrand slowly walked over to you then, his face softening as he did so. "Are you alright, my love?" he asked with concern, passing you your dagger back. You gulped and nodded, not wanting to confess how close to temptation you had just come. "We should check on the people." you stated, wanting to avoid a conversation, yet also worried about the strangers you had saved. Walking briskly over to the wagon, you inspected each of them, thankfully finding no major injuries. The man with the shield had some cuts and burns to his arms and face for his troubles, and luckily for him you still had plenty of athelas left over from your treatment of Halbrand's wounds. Those had thankfully healed fully after only a few days, yet he would bare the scars of his skewering for the remainder of his life.

"What are you called?" your love asked the man. "Garion, good sir. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance." he responded, and the two men clasped arms in greeting. "And your name?" Halbrand shot you a quick glance, unsure how to proceed. The last time he had announced himself to a group of strangers, it had backfired most tragically. Moving his eyes back to his new friend, he simply said, "Call me, Hal." and smiled politely at him. It was then you realised you'd been holding your breath this entire exchange. Sighing with a grin, you let 'Hal' introduce you to Garion, also finding an abbreviated version of your name. Deceiving without deceiving.

  You ran quickly to your horse, bringing him nearer to the wagon, and fetching the athelas from your bag, you raised your dagger to chop up small portions of it. However it was still stained in orcs blood, which your curiosity forced you to sniff. Scrunching up your nose at the stench of it, you quickly wiped the blade clean on the grass below. The rotten odour lingered in your nostrils for some time. You could hear Halbrand chuckling at you from nearby, unaware that he had been watching you.

"Are you a healer, my lady?" asked Garion as he rolled up his sleeves for you to apply the herb. You simply smiled at him and said, pride in your voice, "My mother was." Halbrand caught your eye as you spoke, the look of love on his face unmistakable. Garion winced slightly as you rubbed in the athelas, but he was grateful for it all the same. "Never thought I'd fight an orc, let alone live to tell the tale of it. Why do you think they attacked us?" "Evil doesn't discriminate. They were either scouts sent by their leader, or they were simply looking for fresh meat." Halbrand speculated. "Probably both." you chimed in, and your love nodded gravely. "I have no doubt Adar survived the eruption of the mountain. It seems only natural that he would wish to expand his borders, spreading the shadow... why were you on this path, Garion? It does not seem wise."

The man thought carefully for a moment, a forlorn expression on his face. "We lived in a small village... thought we were far enough from the mountain but... then the darkness spread... we are the ones who decided to leave, and I care not to think on what might have happened to those stubborn souls that stayed behind..." The poor man's voice began to break, and a woman wandered over to him from the side of the wagon, placing her hand on Garion's shoulder in comfort. "We... we thought it best to make south, to Pelargir, and pray it would be far enough from..." His voice trailed off, not wishing to finish his thought.

  "We are headed there also." you announced, hoping to reassure him in case any more orcs were to come upon the path. "Please join us, it's the least we can do to thank you both." offered Garion. Halbrand seemed hesitant. You could sense his apprehension around being so close to these people, and likely for a few more days. A flicker of fear shone in his eyes for a moment, his eyes darting to the innocent faces of the few children amongst the party. Was the risk perhaps too great? "You didn't have to intervene, and frankly, I wouldn't have blamed you if you hadn't," Garion continued, ignoring your love's unresponsiveness. "We have food and drink that we'd be happy to share. Please, I insist." The people had gathered around, nodding enthusiastically at Garion's words, one of the young boys even smiling eagerly.

You took hold of Halbrand's hand, giving it a caring squeeze hoping to quell his worry. "Our boy does need the rest, my love." you said, motioning to your horse. You paused a moment, leaning in to whisper in his ear. "It'll be alright. I've got you." Using his words against him once more, you felt Halbrand squeeze your hand, rubbing his thumb gently over your skin, letting you know he would be okay.

"Garion, it would be our honour." spoke Halbrand finally, smiling at his new friend, who practically cheered upon his invitation being accepted. The man was friendly to a fault, there was no hubris or pride in him as his rugged exterior would suggest, only a warm and kind heart lay within, which was clear in his eyes as he smiled.  As you were applying the athelas to his forehead, he introduced you and 'Hal' to his wife, Olwenna, the woman stood at his side. She had beautifully long auburn hair that fell down to her navel, and gorgeous green eyes. Garion was a lucky man.

  The sun had begun to rise, bathing your surroundings in soft orange light. "We should get moving," suggested Halbrand, "If there are indeed more orcs, they will not strike whilst there's sun on our backs." Garion nodded, "Aye. Padrig, make sure the horse is ready to continue on. I'll need to you to hold the reigns for a bit so I can rest." The young boy Garion spoke to could not have been older than fifteen years. His dark eyes seemed a bit lost, but he obeyed the order regardless. "My nephew. He chose to come with us. Left behind my sister... and his sister." Garion explained, his heart heavy.

"I am sorry." The apology was all you could manage, feeling the weight of your father's mistakes on your spirit. These people were suffering because of him, because of Waldreg, because of the darkness inside you and your love. You suddenly felt unworthy of these people's hospitality. While the last strangers you had come into contact with had acted with animosity, that at least was more aligned with what you deserved.

You quickly readied yourself for travel, avoiding Halbrand's gaze, trying to hide the tears that were starting to form. Wishing to spare him of your ills for once, and to be alone with your thoughts for the first time in many days, you mounted your horse. You saw your love approach but could not look at him. "Don't you want to ride in the wagon? Get some rest perhaps?" he asked, looking up at you. You continued to stare straight ahead. Halbrand then let your name enter the air, and this caused you to close your eyes a moment, before finally returning his gaze, answering him. "You go ahead. I... I'm just gonna keep our boy company, walk behind you all." "My love," he began, placing his hand on your thigh, your tears spilling over softly at his touch. "You did not cause their suffering." He saw straight through you, right to the aching of your heart. "Halbrand... please." And you couldn't believe you were about to say this. "Just leave me be."

He held your gaze intently for a moment longer, saddened he could not help you, then he removed his hand from you, walking back towards the wagon, which was slowly starting to pull away. You watched every step Halbrand took, watched him climb aboard his new transport, watched him look back at you, with nothing but love and concern on his handsome face. Thankfully he was soon distracted by the children seated opposite him, who after a few moments were ogling him with fascination, hanging on his every word. At one point they laughed, and Halbrand's face lit up in such a way, you couldn't help but smile through your pain. Not only had he saved the lives of these children, but now he was bringing them joy. A small start upon the long road of redemption you were both headed down.

Tagging: @starlady66 @denzit @restless-tides @coraleethroughthelookingglass @hikarielizabethbloom @anemarie @michon-ne @vaguelyvibin @heronamedhawks 

[mobius-m-mobius]

hey again oops but i’m on a series rewatch and thought of something that would’ve been fun to see in s2e5: loki still struggling to control the timeslipping again and stumbling upon his friends on their branches, but they’re initially not the right variants he needs. like how there was classic, kid, and alligator loki. and he lands on a bunch of branches, seeing so many versions of them before finding the right ones and bringing them together with o.b’s tempad

You have no idea how bad I've been wanting another series rewatch lol, maybe someday a piece of media will become as satisfying as the Loki series and I'll be free but to this point everything else is falling way short 😅

Seriously though this is like the EXACT scenario I was hoping for at first too just because of how cool it was to see the various Loki variants and how they felt so much like elements of our Loki's life thus far divided up for singular focus, so seeing that reflected in the TVA crew would've been fascinating since not only we the audience but they themselves had no real idea what their og personalities were like?? And it's already incredible the show managed to accomplish a bit of that in the limited time we did meet everyone (especially with Don clearly having elements of what became Mobius' strengths as an analyst) but considering the entire group was needed to attempt a loop back to the loom I realized there was no real way to get a similar effect unless they speedran Loki meeting tons of different variants which unfortunately also raises the possibility many of them would've been used for joke fodder or something which I wouldn't have wanted so will just keep crossing my fingers we eventually get a better opportunity to delve into everyone at the TVA in length. They're all so fascinating and so is the twisted irony of the place as a whole which imo can only be properly expanded upon with the pacing of a series and even the two seasons we were lucky enough to get have been rushed quite a lot so there's an endless amount more to explore!!

(One allowance I will make for potential movie inclusion though is the absolute NEED to hear multiple characters acknowledge the God of Mischief fell so hard for an paper pushing analyst with a heart of gold that the entire multiverse was saved because of it, Marvel call me because when is that happening 😭😭)

[otakween]

One Pound Gospel - Volume 4 (Final Volume)

Man, all the cover art in this series is so samey. Kind of a shame. Maybe they should have incorporated side characters into the covers?

Ch. 29

So apparently Angela's family is super rich and judgy, that sucks. Maybe that's part of why she wanted to join a convent to begin with lol. As an aroace person, I somewhat understand her struggle being pressured into a relationship by society.

What do you MEAN Angela isn't her real name?? I didn't know that nuns adopted new names! (So I guess I did learn something new after all). Is her real name pronounced "Mari-eh?"

The chef literally made "Tyler's Bullshit" from The Menu lol

Great another dumber than bricks character who is so dumb that no one could possibly be that dumb in reality. New guy's gimmick is that he just adds random sauces to his dishes without knowing what they are. Riiight

Ch. 30

Well, that was a tiny arc. It succeeded in making me hungry.

This was just the Kana arc but in reverse (Kosaku is jealous instead of Angela). I can feel Takahashi running out of ideas for the characters.

Ch. 31

What is this, the dying of over work chapter?? Both the bento guy and the cram school teacher are going through it.

Kosaku threatens to quit boxing for the 9 millionth time. I don't buy that he's serious about becoming a chef. These kinds of flaky people are the worst irl.

Ch. 32

I appreciate the different fighting styles we've seen through the course of this series. In this one we see one of the lazier options that boxers can use to earn points. I thought it was funny that the nuns referred to it as "hugging" because that's what I was thinking it looked like lol.

Ch. 33

Okay, I feel really silly that I didn't pick up on the fact that Ryusei was Kosaku's next opponent.

I respect Angela's immediate disgust for the dudes at the host bar. I have heard stories of how they can be pretty extortionate and phony. I'd be scared to go to one. Kosaku's reaction to finding out she went to one was funny. That is pretty wild out of context lol

Ch. 34

I liked the use of overlapping speech bubbles to show Kosaku ignoring his coach, that was clever.

They're implying that the guests at host clubs are often female employees from similar industries. IDK if that's true, but that's pretty interesting...

This chapter made me google whether or not male customers are allowed at host clubs and I got mixed results. I guess it depends on the club!

Woah, host club dude gets 3 chapters instead of 2? What makes him so special...?

Ugh, I just googled what a "bait dog" is and learned some very disturbing info about pitbull fighting 😭 couldn't find anything about the term being used in boxing

Ch. 35

All the guys at the gym cringing at Ryusei's phony TV interview was funny. Kosaku's so cute saying "yeah he's cringe, but he's not a bad guy!" (paraphrasing)

Oh snap, Kosaku got angry! Honestly, Angela deserved to be yelled at a little bit. I know it's because she cares, but she's a little too hard on him sometimes.

Ch. 36

Wow, these final chapters are so short! It kinda feels a little rushed actually, oh well.

Ryusei's host coworkers coming to cheer him on was cute.

Ch. 37

Aww, that was really wholesome :) <3 Marie (Angela) gave up being a Sister to be with Kosaku at last and Kosaku won the title.

I loved that Kosaku said he was fighting for Marie AND himself. It's important to be a whole person outside of your relationships!

This was a sweet little, fluffy romcom. Very easy to get through. Looking forward to the adaptations!

[tadpolesonalgae]

So I often have so many ideas due to serious hyper-fixation and maladaptive daydreaming. But then at the same time, my memory is horrible, so If I don’t write on it immediately, I lose it. So oftentimes I deal with having big ideas and focusing on them and in turn losing other ideas just due to lack of retention, and interest.

With this in mind I noticed that you not only have a lot of different stories but that you balance between them really well. Do you have any tips? Do you write things down or do you just let things come naturally?

Also I hope my explanation makes sense because I know it’s a lot. If it doesn’t I’ll say it this way: I would love to write, and have even attempted to. But often times due to hyper fixation, I lose interest. Or when I am focused enough to work on a project consistently, then I’m not balancing my ideas well. Which often leads to a clustered mess that I initially thought was a good idea. 

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Okay, I’ll preface this by saying it might just be that our minds work in different ways? I’m fairly confident in my ability to sit down and get a task done even if I’m not particularly keen on it, which I know others can struggle with?

In terms of keeping grasp of ideas, it definitely took some getting used to? I don’t know if this will resonate with anyone else but I struggle to tell when I’m hungry since often a symptom of hunger is nausea, which disinclines you from eating, so it’s kind of confusing to know what’s going on? I mention this because when I get ideas I try to gauge how much I like it.

If the idea gives me an incredibly strong urge to write, I’ll try to keep it short and get it done promptly since those are more comparable with sugar rushes? Where the idea hits quickly then fades fast leaving me with no motivation or interest to continue.

Then there ideas that I’m fond of, and could probably squeeze a few thousand words out of provided I can come up with a storyline to fall back on if the dialogue fails me? (This is something I try to use particularly when writing smut! If I can’t think of anything sexy to write I’ll try to bring up a talking point that relates to a previously established plot to help me get back on my feet!)

Then there are the creations like cbmthy and the other woman (technically His (Mine.) too but I’m not writing that until I have time) where the interest in the idea will be closer to exhilaration or anticipation? (Prepare for strange analogy)

With short fics that hit like a sugar rush, imagine it’s like getting a sweet from a cupboard—a temporary high that’s brief and fleeting but gives a quick burst. With longer fics it’s closer to the feeling you might get waiting for Christmas or a birthday or holiday, where the anticipation builds slowly and is fairly continuous? On a similar note you could compare it to using dynamite which causes a swift explosion compared to a coal-fuelled fire that you can sustain across a given time period provided you keep feeding and adding to the fire, or have a method of rekindling the excitement/interest.

Essentially I think it’s important being able to differentiate between these different types of idea, to know what you’re capable of and if you’ll have the energy to sustain it! If it’s a fleeting interest, aim for short pieces of work like drabbles or headcanons if that’s what suits you!

(Slightly off topic note: sometimes when it comes to non-necessary items like clothes I don’t need but would like to have, even if I really want it in that moment I’ll leave and give myself a few hours to think about it so if it is that sugar-high, it’ll fade and I’ll be able to make a responsible decision)

In terms of switching between ideas and keeping a nice balance, I have to admit I mostly use intuition (what I feel like writing, or giving myself a break if nothing hits) and listening if anyone ever writes in 😭

Recently I started updating some series I’d kind of forgotten about, and that was purely because some people popped in and mentioned they’d be interested in more parts—so I think it’s fair to attribute some of that perceived balance to having other people to help keep me on track and guide the direction of the fics I write :)

Similarly though, bullet pointing can help, as well as finding music or other sources that help channel (?) the idea you’re trying to bring to life—also imagining the scenes playing out in your head endlessly, sometimes to an obsessive, relentless degree? Perhaps while you’re doing domestic chores or commuting to and from a destination! 🧡💛

I’m not sure if any of that will be helpful, but I think it’s the closest answer I can offer for what really works for me 🧡💛

[agendabymooner]

Hiya Moons!!!

Can I request 1 & 3 from the list????

P.s. tried to find @tipsys-blog(cause I’m nosey😬) and there’s only one post about some type of drink?? Did I get it wrong??? Totally possible

1. What fic of yours would you recommend to someone who had never read any of your work? (In other words, what do you think is the best introduction to your fics?)

Oooh! I have a couple recs!

Just so you’re aware: My masterlists are made and organized in chronological order for the stories and alphabetical order for the drivers! You can navigate through them easily!

— To Loathe and To Love Series (Max Verstappen x OFC): This is one of my proudest works yet?? I thoroughly enjoy writing this even if they’re just plain bs. It’s still a work in progress (aka it’s been left untouched for a while!)

— Of Long Lines and Names (Charles Leclerc x OFC Written Fic): Scenarios for each time Charles became a dad to his five kids.

If you enjoyed this fic, then I recommend reading the rest of the series!

The Leclerc Daycare: Charles took care of his eldest twins and his youngest son while his wife was away — alongside him was Pierre and Esteban.

About Names: Link to first scenario “An Amazing Boy With an Amazing Name.”; Scenarios in which Charles’ kids learned about their names and the reasons behind to why they were named as such.

This is one of my favourite series yet! 😭😋 I enjoy writing this because it’s well thought of in comparison to my earlier series!

— Crazy Rich Wife (Sebastian Vettel x OFC SMAU): Retired!Seb with his rich, socialite wife ❤️

If you enjoyed this SMAU, I recommend reading the rest of the series!

Sweet Spoiled Husband (+ Son) (SMAU): Mick Schumacher went to the Philippines with his expenses paid for by the Vettels. After all, they only wanted him to have some fun.

Sweet Spoiled Schatzi (SMAU): Kimi Vettel was adopted by Sebastian and Bel after the years of struggling with having their own kids.

Sweet Little Similarities (SMAU): Brief overview of Kimi Vettel being Sebastian’s carbon copy.

Sebastian and Sons (& Soufflés) (Written Fic): Life of a retired!Sebastian with his son Kimi (with a worried, besotted Mick Schumacher) whenever Bel and Barbie are out.

Sweetest Spoiled Sons (SMAU): Kimi Vettel has a younger brother named Stefan!

Crazy Rich and Famous (SMAU): Sebastian and Bel Vettel being an iconic couple in and out of the Formula One community.

NOTE: Barbie is a character who is paired up with Mick Schumacher! I recommend reading my SMAU “She’s Everything… And He’s Just Mick” to understand the pair’s dynamics!

— The Rush Series (Daniel Ricciardo x OFC): MY VERY FIRST FORMULA ONE SERIES EVER! This follows the couple Daniel Ricciardo and Måneskin member, Lorelei ‘Lester’ Alessandro, who happened to be Daniel’s biggest fan (that he blocked all those years ago). (Link directs you to the very first part of their established relationship chronological timeline)

— Shunt Your Lovers, Kiss Your Enemies (Jenson Button x OFC) (SMAU): One of my favourites! Jenson’s rival, Brawn GP teammate JJ Hunt, eventually put her career to an end after Jenson’s World Championship celebration had gone the other way.

HONOURABLE MENTIONS: Melody Trilogy (LH44), The Break Up and Make Up Series (FA14), The Mr. Darcy Type (JB22), Stop The World I Wanna Get Off With You (KR7), Paint Him Red (MV1/33), Newsflash + Whole Series (PG10)

Links to my masterlist! A-N O-Z

3. What are some tropes or details that you think are very characteristic of your fics?

— Character Universe; People who read my stuff get confused because I have too many characters that I have connected to the same timeline/universe. I’m trying my best not to do that and make stories that are not related to one another but the thing is that I don’t really want to involve IRL romantic relationship of F1 drivers into the stories? It’s just not me I suppose. But I tend to make characters and universe that correlate to one another instead of making a separate story and stuff—

— Songs; Most of my stories are based off songs I listen to during that time. Like the Melody trilogy with Lewis Hamilton— it was originally going to be called Money, Money Money (ABBA song) because that’s the whole premise then I shifted from that to what it is now. You’ll notice that some SMAUs are actually titled after songs like Taylor Swift’s London Boy or the whole Rush Series after Måneskin’s album Rush!

— Filipino Characters; I create a lot of Filipino characters that I then pair up with F1 drivers because it kinda helps me connect to that fictional story by putting those Filo OFCs in? And often times I put in some aspects of Filipino culture into some stories because I’d like to think that the F1 drivers would like to learn or embrace other cultures that happened to be their S/O’s (see Ride Home — Carlos Sainz SMAU; it’s quite heavy on cultural backgrounds and stuff like that all while they’re in a romantic relationship)

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Tipsy deactivated their blog, I believe! I’m quite sad about it truthfully. (Update I got it wrong, it’s actually @tispys-blog 😭😓)

But this is what they would comment that I really REALLY enjoy!

But yeah! I’m so glad you guys are asking these really nice Qs because I thoroughly enjoy talking about my writing process! Thank you sooo sooo much!!! xx

🫶❤️✨

[spiteless-xo]

a lil hypocritical of reader to ask jean not to speak to pieck anymore, and then freak out when he asks her not to speak with eren 💀 like ,,, she has to know she’s being a hypocrite?? does she know?? and if not, how is she justifying herself bc i’m genuinely curious about her thought process right now !

also hypocritical of jean to expect reader to be honest with him about eren when he’s a big fat liar himself ! does he feel bad about lying at all ?? or is he just so concerned with covering his ass that he doesn’t even care 😭

but i can def see why jean doesn’t want to rush things with reader when he can tell she’s not being honest :( i think i would be a lil cautious too in his shoes. i wonder if this is something reader considers??

i love the best friends to lovers trope so i’ve really been rooting for jean x reader but … they’re both showing so many red flags !! i’m honestly so curious as to what’s going on inside their heads because it’s really not making sense to me 💀

hehehe i love this chapter because, to jean and reader, this is just a normal conversation about honesty, but to US AS THE READERS, this is a really stressful conversation because we can see all the lies and secrets they're keeping from one another.

i'm glad you mentioned it, because to me, it's almost comical how reader is like "i don't like you hanging out with pieck" and then when jean says he doesn't want her hanging out with eren, she's like "wow those are some harsh boundaries."

reader really struggles to see how what she's doing with eren is similar to what (she thinks) is going on between jean and pieck because her "relationship" with eren started as a way to combat jean's "relationship" w pieck.

reader is definitely going to have to spend some time talking to someone who's NOT jean or eren because she really needs an outsider's perspective.

[the-phantom-otaku]

Omg y’all I’m so dumb. I thought the little ask game I posted was played by having people send in a number 😭 I would’ve answered sooner otherwise

Anyway, I got 6 likes, so I’ll answer the first six for Midna in one post 🥰

1)

Name: Midnaria “Midna” Graylocke

Race: Mephistopheles Tiefling

Class: Battle Master Fighter

BG: Soldier (really just a guard for hire in the city)

Pronouns: She/Her

Alignment: Neutral Good

Age: Early thirties / late twenties

Deity: None

2) Working her job. I haven’t thought out the specifics, but I like to think she was relaxing at their base when the chaos started. She rushed out to see what all the commotion was only to be snatched by a Mindflayer.

3) Astarion of course! I think at first they kinda clashed bc of their vastly different morals, but they could still weirdly get along. She fell for his charms, but she cared about him a lot way before they were ever “real” (as in after he confesses). And there is one thing they can agree on: Revenge. She’s more than happy to help him (and her other companions) get their revenge:

4) Karlach! The two hit it off pretty fast. They have similar morals and they both care about everyone in camp. I think she struggled with Lae’zel the most. They eventually gained some respect of one another, but at first, they kept butting heads due to her abrasive nature.

5) No companions were lost and I can’t think of any NPCs who I would want to kill to get an interesting reaction from her.

6) Kinda stuck between being in the Underdark, helping the spawn build their little home, and traveling Faerun with Astarion to find a cure for his vampirism. I like to think it’s a little of both. They stop by to make sure the spawn are doing alright and then set out to find a cure, coming back to check up on them often.

BONUS

7) Absolutely! Her family lives in Baldur’s Gate. Her mother, father and younger brother are all in the lower city, waiting for her (or rather, still dealing with the grief bc they thought she died). She also led a small group of guards for hire, so they’re waiting for her too. Speaking of family and friends, I don’t think any of them would be thrilled to find out she’s dating a vampire 😭