#it's not even funny anymore i'm ravenous for him

[venusmcflytr4p]

anakin skywalker brainrot!

[dimiclaudeblaigan]

If there is at least one thing I can credit FE for doing better than Tales in localization, it's not trying to actively go out of their way for an entire game to avoid subtext or direct text between two men that is romantic or implied romantic. Funny when it's so present that the attempt doesn't even work; infuriating that it was attempted to begin with.

So as much as I often have issues with some of FE's localizations, at least they have a leg up on loc Tales for that.

[vvividlyy]

So I watched Days of Future Past again last night, and at the part where Erik stabs Logan with all that metal and then throws him into the lake, I thought, Wow this is so edgy and over the top, like why is his beef with Logan SO personal at that moment?

One funny/shippy thought is that he's jealous of Charles and Logan because they seem to be pretty friendly and Logan is VERY protective and fond of Charles during the whole movie, even though Charles is a complete mess lol. (When Erik & Charles fight on the plane, I do think that they both have valid reasons to be upset with each other, but Logan is just very blatantly on Charles' side lmao)

More importantly though, Erik is SO overwhelmingly like... evil in DOFP. He doesn't hesitate to try and kill Raven, he detains Logan in the most sadistic and violent way he can think of, and then he makes a public declaration of violence and terrorism and attempts to kill the president & co before Raven stops him.

And all of this is done in front of Charles. Charles, who doesn't use his powers to stop Erik at any point, even when Erik says multiple times that without his helmet, he's defenseless against Charles. Even at the end, Charles controls Erik just to get the giant metal thing off of him and then releases his control instantly. Erik points out that Charles could freeze him and allow the humans to arrest him again and return him to prison, and Charles acknowledges that but it's clear that he's allowing Erik to be free. Even after all of Erik's rather astoundingly bad actions throughout the movie, Charles won't hurt him.

I think this is something that Erik cannot stand. I genuinely believe that he acts over-the-top violent and awful as a way to push Charles away, but it doesn't work.

It also brings to mind the Beach Divorce, when Charles gets shot and Erik is holding him. He immediately wants to blame Moira and you can see the moment his heart breaks with Charles tells Erik it's his fault that Charles got hurt, not Moira's. I'm not even convinced that Erik was set on leaving until Charles said it was his fault. I think Erik paralyzing Charles, who up until that point had been a rare beacon of uncomplicated happiness, really convinces Erik that he can't be good. He's only good for avenging and killing, and then he spends forever trying to convince Charles of that, too. He wants so badly to be unforgivable and for Charles to not love him anymore so it's no longer a choice to return :(

[fairvstairs]

Pt.4

(The first one is a reference to Pt.2).

Let's play a game, do you know how many homoerotic friendships Kevin Day has?? WRONG! There is no right answer. He has sexual tension even with a plant. It's a trauma response. He's very... Passionate?

Do I ship Jean and Renée? No. Do I still believe they are the right person at the wrong time? Yes, yes I do. He has a soft spot for her.

The last one might be just a funny tweet or it might be Jean figuring out Kevin has a problem with alcohol and wondering what happened to him because Ravens can't drink right??? He didn't escape one prison just to be locked up by a beverage of all things. Why didn't the Foxes notice? Why do they not care? Does someone look out for Kevin or do they think that it's not necessary anymore since Riko is dead-

I'm rambling. They mean so much to me.

Let me know what you think💐

[Pt.3]

[teatreeoilll]

|| Flustered (Geto Suguru X Reader) ||

(Reposted from my old blog which I don't have access to anymore (thanks Tumblr), if you liked it reblogs or likes would be appreciated to get me back on track since I've lost all my followers and half my work :(

in which reader has a big crush on Geto (don't we all?), just kind of me tapping into the funny post-credits vibes of jjk. notes: I even kept the small headlines I made for each part because it felt cute, might delete later.

w/c: 1.1 k

screenshot credits to user yutamayo.

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The part where Geto Suguru likes seeing you flustered.

You were sure Geto Suguru hadn't the slightest idea of what he was doing. Because if he did, it would make him a devil.

He'd always sit patiently waiting for the end of class before coming up to you, just to place a large hand on your shoulder while you were still sitting in your seat, letting it linger there for far too long as he spoke.

"Be careful, yeah?" He heard passingly from Shoko about the mission you were about to take on with one of the older sorcerers.

"Always am." You smile, thinking that if he doesn't move his hand off of your shoulder soon, the warmth of his fingertips might burn through the fabric of your uniform.

"That's not what Shoko says," He gets down on his knees to face you and tilts his head lightly, a dark strand of hair grazing the side of his nose. It would be impolite to not look straight at him now - the eye contact he kept so easily made the blush creep to your cheeks. His hand moves to rest on your thigh. There's no chance in hell he doesn't know what he's doing.

"Huh?"

"Are you feeling okay? Your face looks red, you shouldn't go if you feel sick." He says.

"I'm - fine, I just -" Your chair scrapes the floor as you get up abruptly, "I don't want to keep Mei Mei waiting."

Did someone tell him that I have a crush on him? You thought while stumping down the hall, the only one who knows is Shoko, and there's no chance she'd do that. Damn it.

-

The part where you learn that if you ever ask for something of Mei Mei, be very specific.

It doesn't help to wipe the sweat. It just mixes with dirt and blood that covered you from head to toe, leaving your vision blurred and your moves sloppy. Mei Mei has it all under control - as she usually does, with her battleaxe swinging elegantly through numerous curses each instant, leaving their severed parts to rest on the dirty linoleum floors, but it doesn't mean she'd let you off easy.

"You should at least try to focus, or you wouldn't live long enough to have any chance of getting together with Geto."

huh?

"I'm sorry. I'll focus." you mutter shamefully.

The mission ends almost instantaneously when Mei Mei finds the curse responsible for the recent killings, her blows unwavering even at the horrid sight. You knew you weren't at your usual level on this mission, but Mei Mei's words have shifted your focus completely.

The car ride was silent except for the sound of your uniform's fabric brushing over the car seat every time your leg bounced restlessly, thoughts running back and forth through your mind.

"Mei-Mei, How'd you know that -"

She didn't even wait for your sentence to finish; "Gojo paid me to send a raven to pry on yours and Shoko's conversations."

"Oh," fuck, "wait, shouldn't it be a secret?"

"He paid me to snoop," a smile grazed her lips, "not to keep a secret."

-

The part where Gojo Satoru faces imminent death.

"I'll kill you, Satoru!" You shout, but Gojo only likes it more. He runs around the class pretending that all the things you're throwing at his direction will actually hurt him. He hides his tall figure poorly behind desks, giggling every time another part of school property passes his head by a few inches.

"And end a bloodline just like that?" He teases.

Shoko stands silently in the doorway, watching the scene unfold. She puts a cigarette in her mouth, ready to turn away from the class and leave you to deal with Gojo in any way that you see fit. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees Geto approaching the classroom, oblivious to the new developments.

"Ieri - " He tries to say something, but she just slowly shakes her head "No".

"Wouldn't go in there if I were you." Shoko closes the door behind her, muffling the conundrum of threats and laughter coming out of the room.

In the hall, Gojo's mocking words could still be heard through loud thuds of heavy objects hitting the floor, "D'you really wanna' kill your boyfriends best friend?"

-

The part where Geto Suguru is so, so sorry.

Geto felt the guilt rush over him now that you knew that he had flustered you very much deliberately. You've ignored him for almost a week now, which by any means would be considered a feat, seeing that you've spent hours together in classes and practice almost every day. And even when he came to apologize, befitting a Jujutsu sorcerer, you stood before him in the hallway with an unholy amount of unwavering pride.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that, especially when I knew that you have a crush on me." He had stated the obvious, but still somehow managed to lie. He really wasn't sorry - his heart fluttered everytime he saw your face turn crimson under his touch.

"Had." You corrected.

"Had?"

"Yeah, had a crush on you."

"Oh, so you don't anymore?"

"No." You lied through your teeth, but you were rather convinced that if you'd just keep focusing on the anger you felt, the feeling will blow over eventually anyway.

"That's understandable," He says, taking a small step closer to you, just to test the waters. When you didn't move, he raised his arm slowly, pressing the palm of his hand to the side of your face, watching your body involuntarily eliciting the same response he longed for. On the tips of his fingers he clearly felt your jaw tense up slightly, and the heat gathering quickly in your cheeks, "But I just can't have that happen. You look so cute like this, you know?"

It was futile to resist his kiss, his whole body felt like it belonged to be pressed right against yours. Your pride melted against his tongue, his lips only stopping when he had to draw a quick breath. By the time his hand was entangled in your hair, it was too late to try and regain the last shreds of dignity, and so you opted to wrap your arms around him to press your bodies even closer.

[wolvrites]

Wolfwood never paid any mind to the dreams. Not anymore.

Blood, growing pains, Livio. It was the same, each and every time. Wolfwood isn't sure why his heart always pounds the same wild way once he wakes, beating against his ribs. Is it even his own heart? Did they change that, too?

It's always a different motel, but most of them have the same layout, the same scene, a balcony. Wolfwood tends to smoke a little extra after nightmares, under the two moons that watch him sort of like eyes. Eyes of God? Wolfwood snorts out a plume of smoke at the idea, and he isn't sure which is more ludicrous: the belief that there is something all-seeing, or the fear that there isn't.

Wolfwood's keen ears pick up the rusty scrape of the screen door opening through the murkiness of his thoughts. He doesn't turn, still observing the strange constellations in the sky.

"You'll catch cold, darlin'." His lips form an 'o' as he blows out a ring of smoke.

"So will you." Wolfwood dips his head a little past his shoulders just at the sound of your voice, just barely loud enough to pierce the darkness -- more like wading through it, as one does when standing in a shallow pond. Reaching for someone just beyond them.

In response, he carelessly waves his pack of cigarettes in the air beside his head for you to see. Half empty, already. 'I can make my own fire, just fine.'

As usual, you pay his silent reply no mind as you wrap your arms around his middle, chest flush to his broad back. He's a little cold, but it isn't the night air that's chilling him. With your cheek on his bare skin like this, you can feel his scars naked against you.

He stiffens, huffs out more smoke. A faint thud reaches your ears once he tosses the used stick and reaches for another.

"Come back to bed, 's cold. And you'll have a sore throat if you keep doin' that." Wolfwood chuckles hoarsely at your mothering, how you seem to know him better than himself.

But, no -- he fears even you won't ever know him, not like the man who saw him grow on his shiny, cold slab of metal does. Not like Livio, with his wide-eyed stare in his dreams, how he knows him.

"I'm not some snot-nosed kid." Wolfwood's nostril flares subtly, rough fingers turning the smoldering cigarette over between them. "Don't need you to treat me like one."

"I'm not." You gently push down the lump in your throat that forms at his edgy tone, you know he doesn't mean it. Soothingly, you run your fingers up and down his sides in slow movements.

Wolfwood tenses. "Just- just go-" he doesn't finish, realizing he's already trying to push you off him. Looking over his shoulder at you, he bites the inside of his cheek hard. "-wait for me inside."

"Nico."

"Don't call me that."

Your own brows knit together and you just blink at him. He seems like a little boy all of a sudden.

"Nicholas," you correct yourself quietly with a slight tilt of your head. Seeing the familiar look in your eyes, he turns away. "...sorry."

"Just come inside. Please."

Wolfwood finds it funny how you, of all people on this fucking planet, are able to order around the Punisher himself like that. How you have him at your heels, a dog who acts submissive to the sheep it guards.

Without another word, he obeys and meekly brushes his calloused fingers over your arm in boyish apology, bangs obscuring his expression as he follows you back inside.

Tucked back safely in the rickety motel bed, he's tangled up in you. Wasn't able to fall back asleep, so he settled for laying his head on your warm chest to listen to your heartbeat (with some coaxing from you). A soft hand stroking back his dusty raven hair. Like he's a boy again. “I'm sorry." He keeps mumbling between lazy pecks to your collarbone, eyes closed as if he's shy to be seen receiving such comfort. He isn't quite sure what he's apologizing for. “I know," you murmur back, speaking into his smoke-fragrant hair. "You're okay.” He huffs out a big sigh, heavy and dog-like.

He was a fool to ever think you didn't know him.

[i-write-things]

Scary Bird

(Yan!Chrollo x Willing! reader) [Like, reader is down bad with Stockholm Syndrom]

"Chrollo...!" You whispered, shaking him awake.

Its currently 1:04AM. The curtains are closed, but if they weren't, you'd be able to see the beautiful view of the city at night. Way, way above everyone else, your room is on the 22th floor. Such a height is the perfect way to muffle the sounds of the city below. Now all that can be heard is the low rumble of the city, and the hum of the AC during this warm summer. Oh, and of course, your hushed voice as you shake the love of your life awake.

"mmm....My love, is everything alright?" He groggily queries. Even as he was just waking up, he immediately cared about your safety and comfort. What a man. It was enough to make you internally swoon for a moment, but then you remember the question at hand.

"Um...Chrollo, if I forgot to do my Spanish lesson, would you protect me...?" You ask, sounding as scared as possible, even though it was taking every ounce of will power to not giggle.

"...Pardon?" His reaction was worth it. From all the time you've spent with this man, you've learned a couple of things. One of them being, he is still a human. He can and will make mistakes, and can be tricked. That's why you woke him up, so his genuine confusion would be more palpable than an already up-and-at-em Chrollo.

His brows knit together in confusion and a sprinkle of concern. His eyes looked tired and questioning. Was it possible you were sleep talking right now? No, your eyes are wide awake. Then...a nightmare, perhaps? But...about Spanish lessons? That's a rather....unique nightmare to have. It would have made him chuckle, had he not just been woken while in the middle of a REM cycle.

"Well, it's just...I realized. You took my phone when you first took...me. I realized something: I haven't done my Spanish lesson in so long! The doulingo bird is gonna kill me, or break my legs, or my family's legs!" You whine.

... At this point, Chrollo is convinced you're sleep talking with your eyes wide awake, though new to him, is occurring right now. This was bizarre.

"What about a Doulingo bird?"

"He's gonna kill me!"

"And why is that?"

"I just told you, I haven't done my Spanish lesson."

"Dear, is it possible you just had a very bad dream?"

"No, no, I'm serious right now!"

He raised an eyebrow ever so slightly. Mostly out of confusion, but as he is slowly waking up, he is starting to feel more and more amused. He wonders if you'll even remember this encounter when you get up in the morning.

"My love, I can assure you, I wouldn't let a Doulingo, nor raven, nor vulture, nor crow harm a single hair on your head. Let alone for missing a Spanish lecture."

He thinks that Doulingo is an actual type of bird now? Oh, this is too funny. Whatever will power you had stored quickly diminished. Laughter left your being so hard you felt like wheezing. You were being rather loud for his taste, however, and it's evident in his expression.

"Please, explain the joke." He says in that voice. The one that makes it clear he's trying to keep his composure.

"It's, um, well, it's basically a language learning app, and the joke is if you don't do your lesson, the mascot, Doulingo, is going to kidnap you or your family until you get the lessons done."

"I see. Now, can you explain to me why it seems to bring you much joy to tell this to me right now, when we should both be asleep, and not in the morning?"

Ugh, you love him, but you hate it when he does this- getting you to explain the prank or joke to make it not so funny anymore. It kills the fun of it all.

With a sigh, you lay your head back down on his chest, and wrap your arms around him tight as his arm that was previously drapped across your back assumes its previous position and reclaims its spot.

"...I'm sorry. This was a stupid prank.." You admit, letting your white flag wave. Trying to find your way out of this whole will only dig you deeper. When it comes to Chrollo, admitting defeat and apologizing is the best course of action.

As you nuzzle into his chest to hide you face of 'shame', (It was a face of regret. Regret of playing the prank on him, and regret that he made it so...unfunny.), he lightly chuckles, and kisses the top of your head.

"I wasn't lying, though. I won't let anything harm you." He comforted smoothly, then closed his eyes once more.

This was why you loved him.

[angxlwritez]

Stolen Heart

➳♡゛PAIRING: Bandit/Outlaw!Geto x Princess!F!Reader

➳♡゛SUMMARY: As a princess you've been forced to marry as your fate has already been decided for you. That's until you fall in love with a mysterious stranger, leaving you to decide on if you should follow that fate or let your heart decide.

➳♡゛WARNINGS: Mentions of arranged marriage, Fantasy AU, Angst (if you squint), 2 Smut scenes (MDNI), Fluff, Oral (F Receiving), P in V , Kissing, Nipple Play, Explicit Language, Creampie, Forbidden Love, Fingering, Female Reader, Unprotected Sex. (Word Count: 5.5K).

➳♡゛A/N: This is my entry for @junevenile The Renaissance Cabaret Collab. Italics & Bold is Past tense.

The brightness of the early morning sun shone through Y/N’s chamber as she sat at her golden vanity table, her attendant assisting her with the last of her morning routine.

She’d insist that she could get herself ready on her own, as she was no longer a child anymore but her mother’s words would continuously run through her head about how improper of a lady, especially of a princess that would be.

The constant reminder that she was a princess was constantly brought up, it was something she wanted to escape, but she knew better as she’d have important duties to fulfill.

One of those important duties would include an arranged marriage, set by her parents. Y/N would marry some king or prince, specifically to gain whatever benefits both parties would give each other even if it was to some old man, her words and choices meant nothing to them and there was nothing that she could do about it.

Y/N would continuously go about it without a second thought, but that would be until she met her secret lover.

It's funny how the two met, Y/N had caught him sneaking around the palace grounds. She remembered as if it was just yesterday as the two would constantly make jokes about it.

As she was still being assisted her mind drifted off to the exact moment of when the two had met:

“May I ask why you are sneaking about?” Y/N’s head remained down as she continued to pretend to read whatever literature she had at the time, as a small smirk played against her lips.

The mysterious raven-haired stranger slowly crept out from behind the overly large bushes. As he gave her somewhat of a mocking bow, “It seems as though I’ve been caught.” He spoke as he slowly looked at her.

A playful smile flashed on her lips as she rose her head to look at him, “I guess you're not as slick as you thought. Now, I'm sure I asked you a question.”

“Princess! Princess!” A voice called out to her as she looked in the direction of where it was coming from.

Y/N’s eyes widened in panic as she looked back at the man, a hushed “Follow me,” being said as she stood up to quickly lead the way.

The man stood for a brief moment before speaking, “Are you sure that’s wise Princess?” he questioned, a slight lace of arrogance coating his tone.

She quickly grabbed his hand to lead him away, “I’m sure you don’t want to get caught. Just follow me quickly,”

As she continued to  lead to make sure she was far enough, she’d stop, catching her breath as she turned to face him.

“You didn’t answer my question earlier. And don't lie I know most of my people here,” she spoke, her voice low and sultry leaning in closer to him, a sly grin on her lips.

He looked at her, his eyes narrowed slightly as he realized what she was asking him. “Are you asking me why I’m sneaking around your palace?” he asked.

She nodded slowly, as her eyes fixed on his. “I’m a bandit,” he said, the words falling from his lips like a confession.

Y/N’s heart raced at his words, her mind racing with possibilities. She knew that she should be afraid, that she should turn him over to the guards, but there was something about him that called to her. Something wild and untamed that she couldn’t resist.

“It’s dangerous to be around me,” he warned, as his voice lowered.

She stepped even closer to the man as another playful smirk crept on her lips again, “And what makes you think I can't call my guards?” she teased.

The raven-haired stranger chuckled, “Because Princess. I know that you won’t. I believe that you're intrigued by me,” he replied, his eyes flickering with a mischievous glint.

The woman couldn't deny the truth in his words, as her attraction to him only grew stronger with each passing moment.

As she continued to reminisce lost in her thoughts, her attendant finished the last touches to her makeup, a knock interrupted the silence of the room bringing her back to reality.

“Enter,” Y/N called out, her eyes meeting the reflection of her other attendant in the mirror.

"My lady, we must prepare for the arrival of your royal family." The individual said announcing the news.

Y/N sighed knowing that she would have to put up a front again, pretending to be content with the idea of her arranged marriage. But deep down, she knew that she could never love anyone as much as she loved the raven-haired bandit who had stolen her heart.

The sound of trumpets announcing the arrival of her parents was what snapped her out of her thoughts once more.

As they entered the room, her father wore a proud smile and her mother looked as regal as ever.

Y/N curtsied as they approached, greeting them respectfully. Her father took her hands in his as he spoke, “My darling daughter, I am pleased to announce that we have found you a suitor. He is a prince who will soon be king from a neighboring kingdom and your mother and I believe him to be worthy of your hand in marriage.”

Though it pained Y/N to keep up her appearance, she tried to smile and appear happy for their sake. Inside, however, she couldn't help but think back on the man who she’d fallen in love so easily with.

But as the words fully sunk in, her heart shattered and tears threatened to fall from her eyes. She continued to force a smile onto her face, not wanting to disappoint her parents by showing them her true feelings.

“I am honored to accept your decision father," she said, grateful that they didn't notice the quiver in her voice.

She could feel the weight of disappointment on her shoulders as she looked away for a mere second, taking in a deep breath before turning back to face them.

Her parents nodded approvingly at her show of obedience and continued speaking about the wedding plans before leading Y/N out of the room.

Once she left to head back to her quarters, her fingers played with the hidden small gold necklace that was given to her by Geto. Just a little after they met when they both confessed their love to each other; the necklace was a heart that had his initials on it. A simple symbol to show that she was his and that he’d always be with her in every passing moment.

It was moments like these where she needed him most.

(Y/N) hadn't told him about the arranged marriage her parents were planning on setting for her. Yet, she knew that she would have to tell him sooner than later.

She suspected that he would have known as word travelled fast around the kingdom but she still wanted him to hear the news from her himself. She was expected to be married within a few days now that a suitor was found, and she was not looking forward to it.

Tonight, the palace was holding a ball to celebrate her soon-to-be marriage and Y/N felt sick to her stomach as she knew her time was near, she wanted to cry but she blinked them away quickly as she continued to plaster the fake smile on her lips.

“My lady, are you alright?” the woman who was helping her stopped what she was doing as a genuine look of concern was on her face.

Y/N nodded her head, trying to mask the sadness that was overwhelming her. "Yes, I'm fine. Just a bit tired," she responded, forcing a smile onto her face. "But thank you for asking."

The attendant started to say something else before being interrupted by a knock on the door. "Excuse me, my lady," another spoke as they entered the room. "Your presence is needed downstairs for the ball."

Y/N took a deep breath, straightening her posture as she stood up from the vanity. She made her way to the door, taking one last glance at her reflection in the mirror before exiting the room again.

As soon as she reached the bottom of the grand staircase, the music started and she was greeted by a sea of guests. The room was filled with nobles and royals alike, all dressed in their finest attire.

Y/N inwardly groaned at the thought of having to socialize with these people, putting on a smile.

As she walked around the ballroom, most of the guests bowed to acknowledge her, some of them even letting out a few compliments about her grace and beauty. 

Continuing to greet the guests and make small talk her thoughts kept drifting to Geto and the imminent wedding. She couldn't imagine spending the rest of her life with someone she didn't love even though she knew she had to.

A gloved hand then reached out to her, signaling that someone wished to dance with her. Y/N looked up, her gaze meeting the eyes of the prince who was betrothed to her. She plastered a smile on her face as he took her hand, pulling her close to him as the music started.

"I must say, you look quite lovely tonight," he said.

Y/N forced a smile, trying to be polite. "Thank you, your highness," she replied, her mind elsewhere.

The prince continued to make small talk, but Y/N couldn't focus on his words. All she could think about was Geto, and how much she wished he was here with her instead. She wanted to disappear, to be anywhere other than in this ballroom with this man she barely knew.

As the dance ended, the prince bowed to her, kissing her hand gently. "I look forward to our wedding day in the next few days, Princess," he said before walking away.

Y/N felt a bit sick at the prince's words, knowing that she should be grateful for the union her parents had arranged for her. But her heart belonged to someone else. This was not the life she wanted, but she had no choice. She had to marry the prince and accept her fate as a wife and soon to be queen.

Walking around the ballroom, trying to avoid any more dances with the prince, she spotted a familiar figure lurking in the shadows. It was Geto, dressed in black and wearing a mask to conceal his identity.

He caught her eye and nodded, signaling her to meet him outside. Y/N knew it was risky, but she couldn't resist the temptation. Her heart was racing as she made her way through the crowd, trying to avoid the watchful eye of her parents.

Catching the attention of one of her attendants she spoke, "Please let the Queen know I'm not feeling too well and must step away for a bit."

The attendant nodded and Y/N continued walking, feeling the weight of her dress slowing her down. She stepped outside into the moonlit courtyard where Geto was waiting for her.

"Geto," she whispered as she wrapped her arms around him, holding on tightly. "What are you doing here?" she whispered, trying to hide the excitement in her voice.

"I couldn't stay away. I had to see you," he replied, his voice soft and gentle. "I heard about the wedding. Is it true?"

Y/N nodded slowly, her heart heavy with the thought of being forced to marry someone she didn't love. "Yes. My parents have found a suitor for me. It'll be in the next few days. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.”

"I can't stand the thought of you marrying him," Geto said as he pulled away, his eyes blazing with intensity. "I'll take you away from all of this."

Y/N's heart swelled at the thought, but she knew that it was impossible. "I can't do that, Geto," she said, her voice laced with regret. "I'm a princess, and I have a duty to my kingdom and my people. I can't abandon them like that."

"But what about us?" Geto asked, his expression pained. "Don't we mean anything to you?"

Y/N's heart ached at his words, and she took a step closer to him, taking his hand in hers. "Of course, you mean everything to me, you mean more than I could ever put into words" she whispered. "But I must accept my fate as a princess and marry the prince."

"Forget your fate Y/N. Can't you see? This isn't what you want. You deserve to be with someone who loves you and doesn't use you as a political pawn. Someone who will cherish you and make you happy," Geto insisted, his eyes never leaving hers.

Y/N's resolve wavered as she looked into his intense gaze continuing to listen to him speak.

"I love you too much to let you go Y/N, especially like this. Can't you see that you mean everything to me? You're the air I breathe, the water I drink, the food I eat, my heart that beats, you're everything that I need and I can't just go on without," Geto confessed, his voice rough with emotion as he pulled her into a tight embrace.

Y/N melted in his arms, feeling the heat of his body against hers. She closed her eyes and breathed in deeply, inhaling his scent.

Their lips came crashing together, fire igniting between them as they kissed passionately under the moonlight. Geto's hands ran down her back, pressing her tightly against him as she moaned into his mouth.

“There's someplace I want to show you," Geto said as he broke away from the kiss. His eyes sparkled mischievously as he took her hand, leading her to the stables. "I promise you it'll be worth it."

He helped her on the back of his horse, before jumping on himself. Y/N wrapped her arms around him tightly, as they sped off into the forest.

They traveled for a few hours until they reached a small hidden cottage, and Y/N gasped at the sight of it. It was quite small from the outside but nestled on top of a hill in the middle of a forest. A light coming from inside drew them to the door where Geto dismounted, walking over to open it.

Once inside, Y/N marveled at the picturesque landscape that laid out before her. Warm light from flickering candles adorned the walls of the spacious room, mixing with the amber glow of the fire that was spreading through the hearth. There was a large bed in the middle of the room, covered with furs, and it was the most beautiful thing Y/N had ever seen.

"Do you like it?" Geto asked as he moved behind her, wrapping his arms around her to embrace her tightly against his chest.

"It's amazing," she whispered under her breath. "It's like a fairytale. How did you find it?" she asked, a smile playing on her lips as she relaxed into the embrace, enjoying the feeling of security that was spreading through her at his touch.

"I've been coming here for years," Geto explained. "I knew I had to take you here one day and today seemed to be the day."

He kissed softly at the spot below her earlobe as Y/N leaned her head against his shoulder, letting out a soft sigh of pleasure.

She felt the warmth flooding through her body as they slowly moved toward the bed in the center of the room. They laid down on the bed, slowly peeling away layers of clothing until their bodies were bare and intertwined with one another.

"I love you," Y/N whispered, her voice laced with fear and longing. "You're my everything."

Geto leaned down, his lips kissing softly against hers, his arms wrapping around her to pull her closer to him. As he kissed her passionately, pulling her atop him in their kiss, Y/N felt herself yield to him. He was everything she ever wanted, and she didn't want to deny it anymore.

As she broke away from the kiss, her hands threaded in his hair as she stared down into his eyes. His hand roamed down her body, leaving a trail of burning desire on her skin everywhere it touched. He rolled over on top of her, his lips meeting hers again.

"I love you Y/N," Geto replied before silencing any further words with his lips.

As he kissed her, his hands roamed everywhere, caressing every inch of her until she was writhing beneath him. He smiled against her lips before he trailed kisses down her body. Nibbling at her skin, kissing every inch until she begged for him to continue.

Their hands continued to explore each other's body, as they took their time learning every curve of one another. He leaned down to kiss her neck, sucking hard on the soft flesh as Y/N arched her back to give him more access to her skin once more.

Forming a line with his kisses, he moved further down along the curves of her breasts. His lips latched onto her hardened nipple as she gasped, feeling the wet warmth spreading through her body as he continued pleasuring her with his mouth.

Licking her breasts down along her stomach, he gently spread her legs apart, taking a moment to admire her before continuing.

She could feel him smirking against her skin, knowing full well what he was about to do as he kissed wetly against her thighs.

He teased her entrance with the tip of his tongue, running it up and down before pressing it against her clit, making her moan out loudly, grabbing onto the sheets as pleasure coursed through her body. His tongue slowly spread her pussy lips before moving inside her, licking deep inside building up to a steady rhythm as she grinded against his face, groaning at the feeling of his tongue slithering inside of her.

Geto removed his mouth from her pussy to trail kisses up her body, dipping down to taste the sweetness of her mouth before hooking his arms under her thighs, lifting them onto his shoulders as he rose to then kneel between her legs.

Y/N felt the tip of his cock prodding at her wet entrance before he began pushing inside. He continued pushing until he was fully inside her hot, throbbing pussy, taking a moment to adjust as he continued to thrust in and out without pause.

"Oh, Geto!" Y/N moaned as she felt him thrust inside of her again.

"Fuck!"Geto groaned against her neck as he began increasing his speed and Y/N moaned louder with each thrust of his cock. He wrapped his arms around her waist lightly and held onto it tightly, rolling his hips against hers.

"Oh god," Y/N moaned emphatically as Geto spread his legs further, resting her back against his strong torso. She wrapped her legs around his hips as they continued to move against one another.

She leaned her head back against his shoulder, moaning loudly as he fucked her senselessly. "Geto!"she cried as she dug her fingers into his back.

Letting out another groan, Geto's hands reached between them and pressed firmly against her clit as he continued thrusting.

Geto grunted as he pulled her hips closer to his cock, grinding against her as he neared his release.

Y/N let out a scream of pleasure, feeling the current orgasm run through her body as Geto continued to pound into her. He removed his hand from between their bodies, pressing it against her shoulder, pushing down on it as he filled her pussy with his warm cum.

Still breathing heavily, Geto leaned against her momentarily before rolling off of Y/N and onto his side. She turned to face him, a smile on her lips as she looked into the eyes of the man she loved so much. He smiled back at her sweetly before leaning in to kiss her gently one last time.

"You know this doesn't make any of it easier, right?" he said softly as he trailed his fingers lazily over her stomach.

Y/N smiled sadly, shaking her head. "I know," She said quietly.

They both fell into a quiet silence as they stared at one another, never taking their eyes away from the other.

"Don't walk out of my life, Y/N," Geto begged in a soft voice before standing up to get off the bed, his eyes pleading with hers. "We'll figure it out, I promise."

Y/N gave him a bittersweet smile as she stood up, and lazily slipped back into her dress. "You should probably take me back home. They'll notice I'm gone."

Without another word, the man nodded his head as they mounted the horse and took off towards the castle.

The ride was silent, as neither wanted to break the stillness that surrounded them.

As they arrived at Y/N's destination Geto pulled the horse to a stop and helped her off, giving her an intense look as he brushed his lips softly against hers in a tender kiss goodbye and handed her one of his handkerchiefs as a token from him for her to remember him as she held onto it with both hands.

"Take care of yourself. I hope he treats you well," he whispered as he watched Y/N enter back through the castle doors and disappear within its walls, leaving him alone once more in the silence and darkness outside.

The days of her wedding were quickly approaching and all the woman could do was pray for a miracle, pray that Geto would show up and save her from this fate.

If he did, she was sure they could find some way to be together no matter what obstacles laid in their path; however, deep down she knew the chances of it happening were slim especially after she'd pushed him away.

Regardless she continued to set out to the gardens daily, hoping that one day it would be him who showed up to come and take her away. Constant regret falling over her for denying to run away with him.

As the night before her wedding quickly approached, alone in her room, she stared out of the window towards the crescent moon as she held her hand against her chest, clutching the handkerchief Geto had given her as if it meant the world to her.

Her mind filled with thoughts of him and how much she was willing to give up just to be with him.

She thought that she could go through with the arranged marriage but the few days the two of them spent apart just didn't feel right, as she loved him too much to just let him go.

As she secretly headed out to the gardens she felt tears fill her eyes as the reality that she may never be able to be with the man she loved all too much began to hit.

It was then when she had almost given up on her search, that a figure emerged between the dense trees. She looked closer and saw Geto walking towards her. He ran to meet her and he opened his arms wide for an embrace.

Y/N felt the warmth of him surrounding her like a blanket and tears rolled down from both their eyes as they embraced each other tightly, nothing else mattered except them being together now in that moment.

They held onto one another tightly for what seemed like forever until she finally released herself from him just enough so that they could look into each other’s eyes.

"I'm here Y/N. I can't let you go through with the wedding tomorrow, as selfish as it sounds I just can't let you," he soothed as he held her close to his chest, loving feeling her in his arms again. He pressed his lips against her head as they both held onto one another tightly.

Y/N looked up at him, her eyes glistening with tears, and knew that no matter what trials they may face in the future they were made to be together.

Taking his hand within hers, she smiled "Take me away from here. I don't want to be with anybody else but you."

Geto smiled and gave her hand a gentle squeeze, pulling her close to him and kissing her softly on the lips as they both disappeared from the gardens and into the night leaving the castle behind.

The journey back to Geto's hidden cottage was filled with happy tears and gentle caresses as the two traveled together, taking in every moment they had been given.

As the sky gradually changed shades from a deep royal purple to a faint orange hue, indicating the dawn of morning, Y/N and Geto arrived at their destination.

Geto helped Y/N off his horse before lifting her face so that she could look into his eyes one last time before leading her inside where he suddenly dropped down on one knee and took both her hands into his own looking deeply into them, never breaking eye contact.

"Y/N," he started tenderly wiping away all remaining tears with his thumb on each cheek. "You are my entire world and my reason for living  I can't exist without you by my side." Taking a pause until finally gathering enough strength to give her the words she had long been waiting to hear.

"Will you make me the happiest man on earth and marry me?" he asked as he opened up a small charmed box revealing a simple but beautiful three-stone diamond ring.

Y/N felt her heartbeat quicken at the display of Geto's constant affection and love for her as she melted in his strong arms. She looked into his eyes, admiring him as she nodded her head softly and whispered a simple "yes."

"I'll be right back, don't go anywhere," Geto replied kissing her softly on the lips before he turned and ran out to get the things they would need to clean themselves up after their long journey.

Y/N stood alone in the cottage's living room as she stared into the lit fireplace, admiring the beautiful ring on her finger. She was finally free and she could finally be with him. She smiled brightly as she heard Geto entering back into the cabin carrying a tray of water and clothes to clean themselves up.

"I'm back," he said smiling brightly at her before setting the tray down on the table in front of them. "Here is everything we'll need to get cleaned up."

Y/N watched as he stripped some off his clothes as she nodded happily. Watching while Geto began to wash off all his dirtied and sweat-covered skin next to her, after a while he leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Why don't you take off that wet dress and join me?"

Y/N giggled softly as she began to strip down, peeling off her soaked dress before stripping off the thin undergarments. At the sight of her, he couldn't keep his eyes off her.

A warmth filled her cheeks as she looked away, feeling timid with his undivided attention; however, Geto just smiled and pulled her towards him softly caressing the side of her face.

"Don't be shy," he whispered before leaning down and kissing her passionately against her warm lips.

Wrapped up within one another's embrace both Geto and Y/N shared a sweet tender kiss as they enjoyed each others' taste, basking in the moment. Her hands traveled up his toned chest and arms savoring each inch of his perfectly sculpted figure as their bodies moved towards the bed.

Geto kissed her gently down her neck and collarbone, causing Y/N to gasp in pleasure as he softly caressed her body before climbing back up near her neck, as steamy moans escaped their lips, tickling her ear with his hot breath.

Geto smiled against her neck having looked down at the beautiful woman beneath him.

"I'm glad I can finally be with you," he whispered before leaning back down to capture her lips again in another kiss, speaking all the words that could never come out of his mouth in such a heated moment.

Y/N smiled against his lips before wrapping her arms around him tightly, enjoying their passionate embrace as they slowly moved against each other in a rhythm. Geto softly kissed along Y/N's jaw causing her to moan out in pleasure as she arched into him further.

Geto slowly moved his hands around Y/N's body as his thumb brushed softly against her most sensitive spots. Her body quivered and trembled in pleasure as Geto increased the heat between them. "You're so perfect Y/N," he murmured against her lips before his lips descended the valley between her breasts.

As he lowered his lips and captured her left nipple in between his lips causing it to harden the sudden touch before beginning to suck on it, he gently gripped it between his thumb and index finger while he swirled his tongue all around in circles causing her to reach out and hold onto his hair, arching her back in pleasure; “Geto” she cried out as he worked on every part of her breasts, leaving love marks in a few areas.

He loved how she was so forward and intoxicating with desire. It thrilled him even further that she finally belonged to him, his princess.

"Geto.." she moaned out softly ripping the hair tie off in his hair as she felt the heat between her legs intensify. "I need you."

Hearing her shamelessly say out her need for him excited him even more as he felt his cock begin to stiffen and throb painfully against the last of his clothing, begging to be set free.

He took her hand into his own and she groaned softly when she felt the heat from his hand rub against her wetness.

Her sweet moans of pleasure echoed through the room as his fingers explored and gently rubbed against her clit. He quickly found a steady rhythm that caused her body to change from a soft tremble to a loud shudder every time he pressed against the right spot.

Y/N felt an unbearable heat rise through her veins as Geto climbed on top of her and leaned in close to her ear, "Are you ready?"

"Yes," she replied softly rolling back and forth against him as she felt his throbbing erection press against her entrance ever so slightly making it hard for either of them to control themselves.

"You feel so amazing..." Geto moaned out as he grasped her rear firmly in his hands grasping her tightly against him, their bodies fitting perfectly together, he was right where he longed to be.

"Geto," Y/N whimpered as his breath tickled against her skin.

She was so wet and ready for him, she needed to feel his weight press down on top of her and have him inside of her even more than before.

Geto continued to rub against her clit before gently sinking into her inch by inch on the first thrust. The lips of Y/N's inner walls eagerly accepted him making it harder for either of them to keep going slow, as thrust after thrust each spike of pleasure coursed through Y/N's rapidly beating heart making each nerve ending in her body pulse with intensity.

"Look at me," Geto said looking deeply into Y/N's eyes, as he slowly began to thrust into her with long hard strokes fast enough to bring her right to the edge.

"Oh God!" she moaned out arching her back as one arm flung tightly against Geto’s torso while the other found its way up in his hair.

Her cries of pleasure echoed throughout the room as her eyes rolled in the back of her head, feeling each stroke of Geto's cock annihilate any coherent thoughts she had left. 

Geto passionately kissed against her neck touching tenderly as she slowly slid down from her high enjoying every ounce of pleasure his body could give her.

His hand traveled to her thigh, grabbing it tightly allowing him to pick up the pace of his thrusts on a few occasions.

Y/N whimpered as she felt her body stiffen and quiver underneath her lover again, Geto's cock found new flesh to pierce causing her pleasure to spike high and so close to reach it's peak.

She gasped loudly, covering Geto's mouth with hers and brushing her knuckles against his cheeks before feeling the waves of pleasure slowly begin to crash down onto herself. Her body exploding with ecstasy as she heard him groan out and release into her.

They both laid there silently after their orgasm, Y/N suddenly smiled softly staring into Geto's eyes as he held her close. "I love you."

The man smiled at the sweet words as he kissed the top of her head softly, "I love you too." He whispered back before wrapping his arms around her tight and pulling her close to his chest. "Now go to sleep we've got a long journey ahead of us tomorrow."

She nodded, and leaned her head against his chest, listening to the sound of his heart beating as they drifted into a peaceful sleep.

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[aria-malfoy]

SHIFTING storytime!!

About how Theodore Nott broke my fucking heart. 😀

I had been wanting to tell this for a while but I didn't know how, and I decided that I had to let it out because I still cry for him.

It all started when Draco, my best friend, introduced me to Blaise and Theodore. At first I was scared to death, because Slytherins intimidated me (I'm a badger among ravens, lions and snakes), but I found them to be nice.

I should clarify that my s/o is Draco, but he was my best friend and it took a long time for us to see each other romantically.

I got along well with Blaise from the start, because he was quite funny and I'm outgoing, I guess; but Theodore was extremely quiet and I felt like he was analyzing me with his eyes. By the way, he didn't have dead eyes back then, but you could see the sadness in him.

He was handsome and I was single, so obviously he caught my eye. I got closer to him until we finally became friends. He wasn't much of a talker, but I was, and even though he wouldn't admit it, he liked talking to me. He used to tell me that I was very inquisitive, but I liked that he always had very poetic answers and I liked his way of seeing the world.

I used to meet him in places "by coincidence" (we were both looking for each other). And little by little, between so many deep conversations, we ended up... confessing? In a way that was a bit... us.

I tolded him that he was cute, and he told me: "I think you're cute too. Annoying, but cute." Since that day our relationship changed to us being more affectionate, to the point wich he would kiss my check or hold my hand.

Maybe Draco noticed something I didn't and he talked with Theodore. Theodore began to distance himself from me. When I asked Draco if he knew something, he told me that he only expressed his concern about Theodore not asking me out officially and he was afraid that Theodore was playing with my feelings.

I started to get frustrated, as I had accustomed to Theodore's presence around me. I decided to confront him and ask him what was going on. Maybe that was a bad idea.

In short, he told me that he felt like he wasn't good enough for me, and that he wasn't enough. That he was so dead and so depressed, and that I was full of life and light. That he couldn't be what I needed and I shouldn't settle for him. And my reproaches and my attempts to tell him that I loved him just the way he was, didn't matter, because he simply told me: "That's why this has to end." "Are you saying that you want me to leave?" I replied. "It's better like this." AND HE LEFT.

Seeing him walk so... carelessly, honestly, broke my heart.

I knew I couldn't do anything about it, and maybe he was right, but at that moment he was all I wanted.

Draco and Harry comforted me and kept me company through all my grief. Nights of crying with Harry, and Draco talking to me about how he wasn't worth it. I think they both got angry with Theodore, but probably more so Harry.

I guess that wasn't the worst part of all. The worst part was when a couple of years later I saw him at Hogwarts, but it wasn't him. He had a cigarette in his fingers and had a cocky, playboy-like demeanor. He flirted with girls like crazy, though I never saw him actually doing anything with anyone. I don't know, and I don't want to know, if he did.

Yeah, that broke me. He had changed. The Theodore I knew, the sensitive and quiet one, was gone.

Seeing how bad he was, to the point of losing himself, hurt me more than the fact that we stopped talking to each other.

"Some people change and there's nothing you can do for them" was what Draco told me.

I wanted to go over and talk to him, but one of my unspoken rules was that I don't hang out with people who use substances or have relationships that way. I had nothing I could do for him anymore.

Another thing that hurt me was looking into his eyes and seeing him look at me with such indifference, when he used to look at me as if I was his world.

Deep down I hope that the guy I met is still there, but I don't know if that would be selfish of me. He's outgoing now, he talks to a lot of people, but... is he happy?

[gaymakima]

rating different ozpins out of 10

There's a lot of them. Long post ahoy.

Volume 1: pale ass man. flings his students into Grimm-infested forests and does not give a FUCK. not actually listening to anyone half the time my autistic king. despite the limited animation, you look into this man's eyes and you can tell he's secretly a little shit (affectionate). 9/10

Volume 2: I was gonna put a screenshot of his face and talk about how much better the lighting is in this volume but I saw this on the wiki and this man has NO ASS. He has NO CAKE. the dilf caring mentor vibes this volume are off the charts yet i can't get over this shot. 4/10 the no ass really hurts him

Volume 3: Colourful lighting, soft gaze, blorbo burdened by the weight of his sins. Not so pale that it hurts to look at. His mischievous demeanour is gone in place of sad immortal old man vibes. A shame to see the silly go, but I love a man with flaws who tries his genuine best to do good. 8/10

Volume 5: This part of the OP was always so jarring to me. The silly has returned but they flattened him and it looks odd. Is he doing the :3 face? 2/10 for hiding it in profile.

Volume 6: The first Ozpin in Maya! Unfortunately, he has to contend with the original Ozma this episode, and sadly his one second of sad old man hours kind of gets outshined by fucking. everything his past incarnations go through. Nice to see him in model again though. 6/10 (Ozma is like. 10/10 btw)

Volume 9: this isn't even ozpin. -100000/10.

Chibi: This is peak. I don't even care anymore. I'll say it. RWBY chibi is the peak of rwby content and I'm tired of pretending it's not. this man is the embodiment of silly. he would :3 and he would have the decency to look at the camera when he does. if this oz ever met salem... okay he'd probably make things a lot worse but it would be really funny. 11/10

Ice Queendom: ∞/10 daddy? sorry. daddy? sorry. daddy? sorry. da

This one render: what are you scheming about you shifty little fucker. this is the face of a man who has done something to mildly inconvenience you and he's waiting for you to realise it. gay ass smirk. i appreciate it for bringing back mischievous ozpin in the maya engine but there is something about this i do not trust. 6/10

(bonus) the exact same render but in this thumbnail with his ex wife: 9.5/10. Salem addition really brings out the best in this one. Ozlem in a romcom. He gets pegged and he's proud of it.

Volume 3 japanese poster: eh. it could be better. I don't sense the silly OR the sad old man OR the fuckable mentor in this one. 1/10.

Volume 6 poster: YEAARGHHH THATS WHAT I CALL ANGST, BABY!!!! 11/10!!!!

Viz manga: with this and ice queendom, the jp side of rwby understands how to make an ozpin that appeals to me, specifically. 20/10.

Playing card: the hand in his pocket. the other hand resting lazily on his cane like it's a fucking samurai sword. the slightly cocky smirk. this is Ozpin after spending a day with the Branwen Twins. a young raven and qrow saw this and thought he was the coolest fucking dude ever (he is not). was going to rank it a bit lower but due to my headcanon going straight to ozpin and bird twins I like it. 8/10

this shirt: i would comment more if i could see. 3/10?? he looks sad i think which is nice

DC Comics: PUT THAT FUCKING MOP HAIR BACK!!! -10/10!!! YOU GIVE QROW HIS HAIR GEL BACK RIGHT NOW MISTER

RWBY/JL: this is an imposter. his hair looks like fits on his head like lego figure hair. -2/10

conclusion: i want him to whimper.

[starryficsfinishwen]

inspired by this and this

The smell of something fragrant fills your nostrils.

Sautéed onions, scallions...it roused you from your short nap. Fumbling through the comforts of your duvet, you try to find the source of that delicious smell. It makes you imagine your favorite fried noodles, or buttered chicken, or even your katsudon—

But wait: who was cooking in your base?

You hope to God it's not Lucia.

As much as you loved your teammate, you could hopefully give her proper cooking seminars in order to fix her rather...peculiar cooking habits.

Forcing yourself awake, you quickly stumbled through the covers and rushed to the kifchen. Upon rushing out of the room, sudden bright lights nearly blind you— before adjusting to the light, you find the kitchen occupied.

And a certain blonde man with turquoise eyes greets you awake.

“Hello, Commandant,” Chrome's soft voice echoes through the room, “I'm sorry, did I wake you?”

Under the golden light of the kitchen bulbs, Chrome's figure is ethereal in your eyes— his softened features, shoulders relaxed, and his tall figure over the stove. You couldn't help but notice how nice he looks, a white turtleneck and slacks, with a black apron over it. You rub your eyes; Strike Hawk's Team Captain is really standing and cooking in the Gray Raven base.

“...Chrome?”

“Yes, it's me.” He said, placing a cup over the glassware, “are you surprised to see me?”

Curious, you tiptoe over to where he is cooking. On the stove, a recently finished cooked scallion and garnish is on the pan. On his side, six cups are placed on the glassware. You look up to him, wanting for an answer.

“You were talking in your sleep,” He said, reaching over to caress your cheek with his index finger, “I figured I could have cooked it for you, and maybe wake you up after. But since you're already here...”

Oh, you now remember that you invited Chrome over for the night. A blush creeps to your cheeks, flustered to find out about your midnight cravings. “I'm so sorry, I didn't think I'd disturb you with that instead...”

“Don't be, [Y/N],” Chrome speaks of your name in such a differently soft tone that it makes your heart skip a beat, “I want to do this for you.”

He picks up another cup that you didn't notice, pouring it to the cups on the glassware. Not wanting to sit and stare, you decided to look around and see if there was something else you could do.

“It's okay, [Y/N], you can just wait for me in the dining area.”

“I want to be of help at least,” you cough, “after all, it was me who made you do this in the first place.”

So that was how your early morning went: helping around Chrome as he cooks for the both of you. Watching the way he prepares the noodles, helping him chop the needed ingredients, as he towers behind you, skillful hands on yours to guide you, a few quips and teases as you both worked— you never felt so hungry for something that someone made for you, something you've always wanted to feel. And now, the man is setting your food on the kitchen aisle, the both of you not bothering to move to the dining area.

The moment is raw— your bare feet on the kitchen floors in contrast to his own, the kind light shining over Chrome's handsome face as he laughs at your antics, his hands that gently gives you the plate of food. How pretty. How intriguing.

“If this is a dream, I never want to wake up.”

“It's not a dream,” Chrome assures, sliding over the mouthwatering soufflé to you, “this food is for you.”

Scallion oil noodles and soufflé. Seems like you didn't have to watch your mukbang videos at 3 am anymore. You laugh at your situation, to which Chrome looks at you with affection.

“What's so funny?”

“You didn't really have to wake up and cook this for me, y'know.” You smile at him, taking a bite out of your noodles with the chopsticks, “we could have done this in the morning.”

Chrome doesn't say anything. Instead, he reaches out, touching your cheek with his palm. As you lean into his touch with a hum, he could only move a little closer to you. No word could describe the way he looks at you in this ungodly hour— it is nothing but affection, a warm kind of expression that could only make your stomach turn into knots.

“[Y/N], I wish to do this for you whenever you want. You could ask me to make a cake at 3 am, or pick you up some tarts at 11 pm.”

He leans toward you, forehead touching, “Let me do anything you want. This is how I want to show my unwavering loyalty and love to you.”

Ah, it always makes you wonder what you've done to be blessed with such a kind, loving man. Amidst all the dangers and perils that await you, you were thankful to the gods that always listened to you—

You wanted Chrome to unravel the knot inside of you, tugging it away, wrapping yourself in his embrace and hopefully keeping yourself hidden there. Chrome's love blankets you in ungodly hours of the morning, and he is always there to welcome you awake.

And so, you kiss him— tasting the savory taste of the noodles and the sweetest chocolate in his lips, breathing in the air he has, grasping into his clothes and hair and wherever your hands could reach. It's warmer this way, that makes your toes curl, that makes the kiss deeper, evident in the way Chrome's hands were tightly holding your hips.

When he reluctantly pulls away, noses touching and lips refusing to fully pull away, seems like a different hunger begins to gnaw inside of you.

“Mmn, Chrome...”

“...yes, [Y/N]?”

“...stay a little longer?”

His hands on the lower part of your back is his answer.

“...as you wish, [Y/N].”

look I just want a guy who is willing to cook me breakfast and lunch and dinner too so he can be my dessert for all of those times :D

— starry

[sleepy3012]

Little Wearwolf: A Welcome To Raven Brooks au

Summary: Crow face captures Delroy and changes him

Delroy walks through the amusement park, alone. He saw all the rides that were broken down.

He had been to this place before before Lucy Yi's death, he had known Lucy for a long time although he never really cared about her.

It was really sad to see her go like that. He kept walking and talking to himself

"God..why i'm I even here? I should be chilling out there but Nooo here I i'm here walking around." He said

He should have told his so called "Friends" he should have told Trinity that he was going amto GAAP but he didn't.

Instead he decided to go alone and there was a possiblity that Crow Face was watching but he wasn't scared..was he?

Then he came apon a mirror room, and went inside.

He saw all diffrent types of mirrors which were funny until he came apon this one mirror, it showed a shadow that was Delroy and his family, his mom and dad.

Delroy smiled and the view until another mirror showed a crow face in it. He turn around to leave but the was no exit anymore.

There was just a maze of mirrors, he ran and ran but there was no Exit sign to be seen. He start to panic

"HELP ANYONE HELP" Delroy screamed

But all that was heard was his own Echo's. Delroy felt his eyes watered he began to scream louder, until he heard a voice.

He reconized that voice, and it was Crow Face.

"Awww whats wrong~?"Crow Face chuckled

"W...whats going on?! You Freak are you doing this?¡" Delroy asked back in anger

"Maybee~" Crow Face said in a teasing voice

Delroy looked around and there was Crow Face in every mirror he saw

"L..LET ME OUT!" Delroy screamed

"Oh but fun will that be?~, I think i'll let you stay here for a bit..To let you learn a lesson, it looks like you need one"

Delroy felt like the walls were closing in. He began to run and bump into walls but still no exit.

"Let Me Go!" Delroy yelled

Then Delroy saw shadow on the mirror that was in frount of him, there were shadows of his parents fighting and young him covering his ears.

"What do we have here, a nice young boy trying to ignore his parents fighting?~" Crow Face said

"H....how do you know about t...that" Delroy asked

"I know EVERYTHING about EVERYONE" Crow Face said

"Just Please LET ME GO I SWEAR I WON-" Delroy was cut off

"Ohhhh but the fun isn't done yet you wanna see something cool?~" Crow Face asked

Then in all the mirror showed All his friends dead body's. Delroy screamed in horror and ran eveywhere. He started to go insane and started to break the mirrors.

His hands began to bleed and he felt the shsrds of glass go to his palms and screamed at the pain.

He kept smashing all the mirrors until he got to a stop, he was face to face with Crow Face. He ran towards Crow face and began to throw fist but Crow Face dogged them all

"Now now I want to give you a deal, to help you darling~." Crow face said

"YOU CAN'T HELP ME WITH YOUR CULT SHIT!" Delroy screamed

He kept thowing fist until officer Leslie comes in amd pulls out a syringe and injects Delroy with a weird yellow liquid in it.

Delroy flinches and feels himself slowly fall asleep

"Thats it, go to sleep you need it" Leslie said

Delroy then fell limp in Leslie's arms

"What happened boss?" Leslie asked

"Just a little fun thats all, well lets get going"

Leslie carried Delroy into the forest following his boss into their layer. There they walked into a dark room where the other cultist were Abanate, Tavish, Murtaugh, Greda,and Otto.

Leslie settled Delroy down and they all formed a circle around him

"Boss are you sure this is a good idea? What if he escapes? He'll eat us all " Greda said

"Don't worry he'll be locked up in a cell and Leslie will be watching over him." Crow Face said

"I will?" Leslie asked

"You will" Crow Face responded

They all began to perform a ritual and after a few minutes a big yellow Light came a struck Delroy.

Delroy woke up from the sound of people talking yawned and sat up to strach his head but instead he felt ears.. cool..wait what the.

He looked and his hands to see claws and Delroy screamed in terror.

"WHAT THE FUCKING HELL!?"

[osirian-rises]

"Beware The Black Bird"

Sarah: Beware the black bird!

Corbierre: Literally does nothing except hold one of the puzzle pieces.

So....I believe that's not what she was talking about ;) Snippet below!

"Rufus stop it, you're going to get hurt!" Sarah's said worriedly, staring up at her brother. He was almost to the top of a massive rock they'd found in the woods, dangling precariously as he tried to lift himself up.

He slipped, briefly, and slammed into the rocks again, more bruises and scrapes detailing his legs.

"Rufus come down, please!" Sarah begged. "You're going to fall!"

Some blood dripped down onto the lower sections of rock. Rufus' palms were cut, and he seemingly didn't notice the blood. He finally managed to make it to the top and looked down at Sarah proudly.

"Dare me to jump?" He asked with a coy grin.

"No!" Sarah panicked. "Please come down now Rufus, please. You could fall. You'll get hurt!"

"We can't get hurt." Rufus said offhandedly. "We're going to live forever." He beamed.

"Not if you're jumping off of rocks or out of trees." Sarah reasoned. "I don't know why you want to live so long anyways." Her lip trembled slightly. "Why would I want to live that long?"

She was thinking of her parents, Rufus knew she was. He always knew.

Carefully climbing most of the way down, he jumped the last foot and landed at Sarah's side. "Let's go home. Maybe mothers' done with lunch."

He'd dropped the word "my" months ago. My mother. My father. My room. My toys.

His mother said everything that was his had to be Sarah's, because everything that was Sarah's was gone.

She was waiting in the kitchen when they got home, immediately setting to fuss over her son, whose best efforts to push her away were no match for Isabel Zeno.

"You've torn a hole in your shorts again, and look at these bruises!" She said as she inspected his knees. "You sit down so I can bandage them. Oh Rufus, your hands!" She grabbed the bleeding mess and looked them over. "You'll be lucky if this doesn't need stitches! What on earth were you doing?"

"Climbing." Rufus shrugged. "Didn't know they were bleeding, sorry."

"I tried to stop him." Sarah said, voice wavering. "I tried to make him come down."

Isabel presses a worried kiss to his forehead. "No one can stop you, can they blackbird?" She asked, voice exasperated. "Don't worry Sarah, you aren't in any trouble. It's not your job to look after Rufus."

Rufus stared at his mother. A voice whispered through the house, coiling around him. "Its your job to look after Sarah." The voice squeezed at his chest.

Rufus pushed his mothers tending hands away. "I'm fine!" He complained. He felt cross all of a sudden, his face hot. "It doesn't even hurt."

He doesn't speak to her again until bedtime. Sarah's already fast asleep, he can hear her heartbeat in the other room. It's how he always knows if she's having a nightmare.

Rufus doesn't really sleep.

Someone has to wake up Sarah when she's screaming after all. Sleeping is a waste of life anyways, in Rufus' eyes.

"You shouldn't call me that anymore." He says in lieu of a proper apology.

"Call you what?" Isabel asks, gently looking over his hands. The deep cuts had scabbed over, and the bruises on his knees grew darker as the day went on.

"Blackbird. It might upset Sarah." He says.

Sarah had thought it funny that he was called that. Before her parents had died. But now...

The houses whispers got louder.

"I don't want her to be upset." He says flatly. They aren't the words he's thinking, but they're the words he can say.

"It doesn't upset her, my little bird." Isabel promises. "You've been my blackbird far before that...well far before Corbierre was stuffed. And besides, Corbierre is a raven. You're my little blackbird." She kissed his cheek. "Far different, I promise. And Sarah knows that. She never calls Corbierre a black bird."

"Why do you call me that anyways?" Rufus insisted. "My hairs blonde. Victor has black hair."

"The blackbird is a symbol of protection." Isabel ruffled his hair. "Victor's not the one doing reckless things just because he can. And they're a guide between life and death." She cuts off for a brief moment there, and an entire conversation is held in silence. Sarah's heart beats louder. "I want you to have a guide through your life." Isabel says, the comforting lie meaning as much as paper to Rufus. "Especially since you're so keen on climbing onto the roof or jumping out of trees. No parent wants to outlive their children."

She kisses him on the head and shuts the door as she leaves.

Rufus is alone in the dark of his bedroom.

[winterchimez]

If you had to assign your moots to a cartoon character which would it be??

hi anonie!! im so sorry for the late reply bcs i actually needed some time to do a bit of thinking for this one hehe but here we go!

@sungbeam - hay lin (witch). you're just as creative as she is (me looking at your fics like hello???? talent???), and also a geek (as a mcu fan hehe), and you give me wind element vibes like she does 🎐

@from-izzy - numbuh 3 (codename kids next door). you look just like her, even the way you speak sounds identical like you have to see the vision, my soulmate.

@juyeonszn - june (little einsteins). the long lost sister i never knew i needed??? you're the june to my annie, an amazing dancer just like june, i love you always mwah mwah 😙

@snowflakewhispers - raven (teen titans). i LOVE raven she's my fav from the group and you give off the same vibes, you'd be saying something outrageous/funny with a straight face and i'm the one who's always losing my shit 🥲👍

@itsbeeble - daffy duck (looney tunes). i don't think i have to explain. im bugs bunny and you're daffy. that's it.

@daisyvisions - panda bear (we bare bears). she's literally a big sister to me, and she always radiates warm and soft caring aura 😔 (while also being hilarious and umm coughs at the side yes)

@aimeecarreros - alex (totally spies). you're just as expressive as her, and god you are FUNNY AS HELL ANSKDANDAKND (i labyu muacks 😘)

@cloverdaisies - dee dee (dexter's laboratory). you whenever you insist that im not coming to visit you in eu anymore 😃 (I WILL COME JUST YOU WAIT I WILL COME SECRETLY SO THAT YOU HAVE NOTHING TO SAY)

@heemingyu - tom (tom & jerry). gurl i dont even have to say anything you're always up to no good. period. everyone will agree with me on this list.

@flwoie - elmo (sesame street). i love elmo my little red monster i used to watch elmo's world every single day when i got back from kindergarten and he just radiates positive energy just like you!! ❤️

@hanniluvi - blossom (powerpuff girls). even the emoji i gave you is literally a pink bow, you just give off the sweet cutest vibes to me 🥺🎀

@justalildumpling - pocoyo. bruh pocoyo is my fav, my childhood, my everything. he's one little adorable lil pumpkin pie, and thats you to me too my lil dongsaeng 🥹 adorable and always full of energy just like him 💙

@zzoguri - agent p (phineas and ferb). istg i feel like there's nothing you can't do, from writing good fics, to makeup, to games and even video editing hello???? pls hmu i beg 😮‍💨

@littleroaes - bloom (winx club). i remember we talked about the series a long time ago and you just give me bloom vibes bcs of how sweet you are!!

@kimsohn - lorax (dr. seuss). i love this little guy, he's witty, fun, and hilarious and thats you to me 🥺

[waltwhitmansbeard]

could you write another why haven’t you been eating with vaxleth but it’s Vax that’s the one who hasn’t eaten and keyleth finds

43. "Why haven't you been eating?" this is set in grow with the flow! tw: depression

Vax isn't as slick as he likes to think he is. Keyleth notices when the shadows in the apartment start to coalesce, when his eyes dim in the string lights she's hung to make their tiny studio feel less like a shoebox. His smile hasn't reach his eyes in days, and she's still learning the steps to this dance, when it's okay to push and when she needs to let him come to her. She hears him talk to his sister on the phone and wonders if Vex can hear it too, the dull edge in his voice, like the script he's reading from isn't particularly interesting. They've been together long enough that Keyleth doesn't take it personally anymore, except for the gnawing guilt in the pit of her stomach that she doesn't know the right thing to say to breathe life back into him.

So on one chilly autumn night, when the sky is black as a raven's feather and the moon is swollen and bright, Keyleth slides up behind him on the bed, hooks her chin over his shoulder, and plucks the phone he's been doom-scrolling on out of his hand. She ignore his "Hey!" of protest to point past him at the dinner left untouched on the bedspread beside his knee. "Why haven't you been eating?"

His whole body tenses, so she wraps her arms around his middle. He's skinnier, she can feel it. "Not hungry."

Sometimes, this conversation can be like pulling teeth. "For four days? Because that's how long it's been since I've seen you put anything in your mouth."

"Something in particular you'd like me to put in my mouth, Kiki?" But neither of them find his joke very funny.

"Is there anything you want to talk about?" There's a long silence as he picks at the stitching in the bedspread. "It's okay if there isn't. But...I miss you. When you go away like this. And even though I know you'll come back to me, I can't help but worry in the meantime."

His body sags back into hers, just a bit, but she holds him up. "It's just...the food." He shrugs. "It tastes like ash."

She presses a kiss to the crook of his neck. "Do you think...maybe getting some help could...help?"

"Hey." He peels one of her hands from his middle and plays with her fingers. "I'm fine, really. Just...in a funk."

"I mean, I'm no expert, but when I'm in a funk, I make Tiktoks exposing my plants for being drama queens. I don't go four days without eating because food tastes like ash." She squeezes him tighter. "I don't want your world to be bland and gray. You're the brightest person I know. You deserve that light, too."

Vax sniffs once. "Yeah. I don't know. I don't want Vex to worry."

Keyleth snorts. "Too late for that, dude. She texted me an hour ago to let me know she could get black market Zoloft if we needed it. I think Percy's physically blocking the door to stop her from charging across town right this very moment."

For the first time in over a week, Vax smiles a smile that doesn't send Keyleth's heart sinking into her stomach. "Yeah, she's pretty great." He turns to look at her, and there's a warmth in his eyes that nearly brings Keyleth to tears. "So are you."

"So are you." She kisses his forehead. "If you eat your dinner, I'll let you play with my hair."

He laughs, and hope swoops fast and bright through Keyleth's chest. "You'll let me play with your hair, anyway."

"Eat, or I'm blending it into a slurry and baby birding it to you until you don't look quite so much like death."

"Rude." But he obliges her, picking up the plate of leftover pasta and popping some into his mouth. He's going to be okay, she knows that, but she's gonna be here every step of the way until she's sure, until the winter passes and spring blooms in his eyes once again.

[clover-warriorcats-reblogs]

⚠️ Spoilers About A Cat's Death In A Still Technically Unreleased Warrior Cats Book! ⚠️

So, I found an early release copy of the new ultimate guide, and I got it– in it, there's a story made up of other small stories at the end with Graystripe and Firestar in StarClan, one of which, is from the Dawn Of The Clans time period, and kills off a character in the most overused way a DOTC character is killed off in the side stories during the time. Which I will go over below—

Firestar and Graystripe seem to be Skystar apologists XD Now.. about Skystar.. that's kinda who i'm talking about here. So– in the short story, we saw very literally.. Skystar's last gathering. Because instantly after it ended, dogs attacked the gathering, and ironically, it seemed like RiverClan just barely got away before the dogs got there. Right Riverstar, because of course you would. One of these dogs were going after Feather Ear, Thunderstar's daughter. (yes Feather Ear is now known canonically to be a she cat.) And Skystar told her to run and was almost instantly killed. He didn't know it was his last life and he didn't want to accept it, because cats were still in danger, even attacking Shadowstar once he was in StarClan after she said something that upset him, before being stopped by Gray Wing. The dog that killed Skystar was later driven away by Thunderstar and Star Flower. Something else that's kinda sad is that we saw that Jagged Peak had already died at the time, as he was seen in StarClan. So– is Sparrow Fur the leader now? I guess.. unless she died in the battle later, but she seemed fine when Skystar definitely wasn't, she was seen during the battle herding a group of apprentices up a tree.

So, we have an official, implied reason why Skystar was let into StarClan, because his last act was one of good, which was saving Feather Ear. Okay.. fair. But why dogs? The most overused way to kill off a Dawn Of The Clans cat in side stories. And Star Flower was so close to being another Lightning Tail or Sun Shadow, because she had tried to save him, and we soon saw failed. The impact of a noble sacrifice doesn't hit as hard anymore with these dogs in Dawn Of The Clans stories, because it's been done to death- literally! Though I will admit.. it was a little sad for me to read about that Skystar and Jagged Peak were now suddenly dead, because I liked them both as characters in DOTC, it did hit a little harder than it did with like Shadowstar or most other DOTC characters, because I knew how they died before even reading Dawn Of The Clans. (not that they weren't sad) But still- the dog sacrifice has just been run into the ground– THANK YOU WARRIOR CATS, for giving us another character who died in that overused way.. *if you can't tell, that was sarcasm*

A very unimportant detail, but I wanted to mention it– Raven Pelt(Ravenstar) was referred to by his leader name for the first time. And, something that I thought was just very funny, uh- Skystar just called Windstar "old" in his head. Which is hilarious. XD