#its going to stuck with me forever OH MY GOOD LORD

[scarameownya]

I made this for you!!!

I would write a huge text, but it makes me very embarrassed to do so!! Still, I would like to say how much I admire your art!

I hope to soon be able to make more drawings of both!! They are very cute! *˙︶˙*)ﾉ ♡

have a good day! ✨

YOU !!!!!! OMG YOU !!!! YOU HAVE A TUMBLR ?!?!?!? I STILL REMEMBER YOU 🫵🫵🫵🫵🫵🫵 OMG PLS

ILL CRY WTF YOU DIDNT HAVE TO ?!?@?@ BUT BUT ?@?#*×*$*÷*$*@*$*÷*$%&

LISTEN I STILL KEPT THE LAST ART YOU MADE FOR ME SO CLOSE TO MY HEART ITS STILL THE MAIN PIC OF MY SHIP FOLDER

THATS YOU RIGHT THERE AND AND ?!?@?@?@ I DONT GET IT WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS

THE COLORING IS SO GOOD NIKO LOOKS SO SO CUTE AND AND HES !!!! HES HOLDING A PLUSH OF WANWAN AND AND ANSNA ?!?@ AND AMWKDKSKFJR

omg i was having such a horrible night AND THIS CHEER ME UP SO BAD WHAT THE HECK

ILYSM OMGOMGOGMG IM GOING TO SOB AND CRY AND AND AND

[galedekarios]

references in gale's banter on selection

just thought i'd go through a few of his selection lines that stuck out to me.

Oh, what a tangled Weave we web!

reference to: "oh what a tangled web we weave" from a poem by sir walter scott:

"Like so very many of Shakespeare’s lasting observations, it’s  a beautifully expressed aphorism that uses just a few words to describe one life experience so perfectly, and is so true, that it enters into the English language and becomes one of its most powerful idioms – one that will last forever. ‘Oh what a tangled web we weave/When first we practice to deceive’ means that when you lie or act dishonestly you are initiating problems and a domino structure of complications which eventually run out of control. The quote is from Scott’s epic poem, Marmion: A Tale of Flodden Field.  It’s an historical romance in verse, published in 1808."

the next one is is a play on a line from a shakespeare play:

All the world's my stage and you're just a player in it.

the play is titled 'as you like it' and the line appears in the following monologue:

"All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely Players; They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts, His Acts being seven ages. At first, the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slippered pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side; His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything."

the next one appears to reference a poem:

The path less travelled.

i think this is in reference to the well-known poem by robert frost, 'the road not taken':

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.

i think this ties in well with gale's wanderlust, his wish to explore different worlds and planes of existence.

the next one is a waterdhavian saying, which i already took a closer look at in one of my metas:

'Doth thy mirror crack?' Apparently not.

Early on in his learning of magic, the long-dead and locally famous first Lord (revered in Waterdeep for his role in establishing the city as it is today) Ahghairon said, "I am no wizard. I am a dabbler but no master of magic; it seems no mastery burns within me." These are famous words in Waterdeep, still known by most Waterdhavian children and all adults, and are oft referenced, as in the dry comment "No mastery blazing forth yet," or "A dabbler but no master, eh?" (Comments applied to skill trades and crafts, not just to magic use.) Tuezaera Hallowhand was a famous "lone cat" thief of Waterdeep in the 1200s DR who disappeared suddenly and is thought to have come to a violent end. She once robbed a wizard, and wrote this on his wall with a fingertip dipped in his favorite red wine: "I take things. You take freedom with your spells. Which of us is the greater thief?" This statement, too, is well remembered, and usually echoed in Waterdhavian speech by someone using the last (questioning) sentence of Tuezara's inscription.  Laeral, Lady Mage of Waterdeep for some years (when married to Khelben "Blackstaff" Arunsun), once publicly rebuked an overambitious wizard of the Watchful Order of Magists & Protectors thus: "If I hurl spells but think not of consequences, I am nothing. If I take lives but count not the cost, I am nothing. If I steal in the night and see not the faces of the devastated come morning, I am nothing. If I make decrees like a ruler but undertake none of the responsibilities of the throne, I am nothing. And if I do all these things in the name of the Watchful Order, I am less than nothing. Doth thy mirror crack?" These scornful words are remembered and used almost daily in Waterdeep even a century later, though almost never as the full quotation. Rather, someone will ask scornfully, "Doth thy mirror crack?" or "Hurl but think not?" or "Take but not count cost? Be nothing, then!" [source: waterdeep: dragon heist]

i think this one is very neat:

No gloom, all doom.

because i believe it references xan of evereska from baldur's gate 1. xan is infamous for his gloomy nature, often talking about his doom, the folly of the quest, etc. some of his lines include the following:

"We're all doomed! Run while we're still able." "If we are doomed to fail, could we at least do it faster?!" "Eh. Onward, to futility!" "We're all doomed." "Life is so hollow."

i think it's not so unlikely because gale also references other characters from the baldur's gate series and the forgotten realms overall, like elminster:

Elminster's not around, so might as well.

as well as halaster blackcloak, a mad mage residing in the undermountain in waterdeep:

I hope Halaster takes good care of Tara while I'm away.

as well as another character from the games, edwin odeisseron:

Don't make me go all Edwin Odesseiron on you.

edwin, a red wizard of thay, was a companion in baldur's gate 1 and 2.

No rest for the wicked, I see.

a common idiom that originated from the bible:

No rest for the wicked begins as no peace for the wicked in a 1425 rendering of the Old Testament’s Book of Isaiah 48:22: “The Lord God said, peace is not to wicked men.” The sentiment is echoed in Isaiah 57:20, which in the King James Version reads: “But the wicked are like the troubled sea, when it cannot rest, whose waters cast up mire and dirt.”

another bible reference may be:

Seek and you shall find me.

You will seek Me and find Me when you search for Me with all your heart. 

from jeremiah 29:13.

more folklore than an idiom, but:

The witching hour.

Origins. The phrase "witching hour" began at least as early as 1775, in the poem "Night, an Ode." by Rev. Matthew West, though its origins may go further back to 1535 when the Catholic Church prohibited activities during the 3:00 am and 4:00 am timeframe due to emerging fears about witchcraft in Europe.

i couldn't find the poem in full, but i was able to find the line that references the witching hour:

Along whose banks at Midnight’s witching hour (So wayward Fancy dreams) aerial Beings pour!

another shakespeare reference is:

What fools these mortals be.

which is a line from a midsummer's nights dream:

“Lord, what fools these mortals be!” is used in Act III, Scene 2 of A Midsummer Night’s Dream by William Shakespeare. The line is spoken by one of the best-loved characters in the play–Puck. Here is the short quote in which the line appears in:  Captain of our fairy band,  Helena is here at hand,  And the youth, mistook by me,  Pleading for a lover’s fee.  Shall we their fond pageant see? Lord, what fools these mortals be! Puck speaks this line to his king, Oberon, while the two are watching the four Athenian main characters lost in the forest. These four lovers, whose love affairs are at the center of the play, are behaving in a way that Puck finds foolish and amusing. It should be noted that Puck bears some of the responsibility for the complicated relations between Helena, Demetrius, Hermia, and Lysander. 

this one is, i believe, a dnd reference most likely:

May the dice roll in my favour.

i did however have the immediate association with alea iacta est:

Alea iacta est ("The die is cast") is a variation of a Latin phrase attributed by Suetonius to Julius Caesar on 10 January 49 BCE, as he led his army across the Rubicon river in Northern Italy. With this step, he entered Italy at the head of his army in defiance of the Senate and began his long civil war against Pompey and the Optimates. The phrase, either in the original Latin or in translation, is used in many languages to indicate that events have passed a point of no return. It is now most commonly cited with the word order changed ("Alea iacta est") rather than in the original phrasing. The same event inspired another idiom with the same meaning, "crossing the Rubicon".

Gone with the Weave.

this is a reach, but my mind always went to 'gone with the wind' (margaret mitchell's novel and the 1939 movie adaptation of said novel) when i heard it in the game.

nothing in depth here, i just wanted you all to know that, haha. (((':

A rough tempest I will raise.

this may be another shakespeare reference and this time it's from 'the tempest':

Prospero: Now does my project gather to a head: My charms crack not; my spirits obey; and time Goes upright with his carriage. How's the day? Ariel: On the sixth hour; at which time, my lord, You said our work should cease. Prospero: I did say so, When first I raised the tempest. Say, my spirit, How fares the king and's followers?

on researching, i found a reddit post that also discusses this likely reference.

the last one i want to end the post on is:

Your knight in magic armour.

this line is still bugged and thus i couldn't find it on the wiki, but it's an assist line for a romanced protag.

it obviously referenced the knight in shining armour:

The present-day use of this phrase is, of course, figurative and refers back to the notion of gallant knights saving fair maidens in distress. The reality behind that imagery is dubious and it no doubt owes much to the work of those Victorian novelists and painters who were captivated by the chivalrous ideal of an imagined court of Camelot. Nevertheless, knights did wear armour and that worn by royalty and the high nobility was highly polished and did in fact gleam and shine. The earliest reference that I’ve found to the phrase in print dates from the late 18th century – in The British journal The Monthly Review, 1790, in a poem called Amusement: A Poetical Essay, by Henry Pye: No more the knight, in shining armour dress’d Opposes to the pointed lance his breast

but it also features heavily in art, across various periods in time, like these from john william waterhouse:

i did see someone on reddit also discussing the creator and destroyer line in reference to various deities throughout history, which i thought was interesting as well.

anyhow, thank you for reading! i may have overlooked something so feel free to add your own thoughts!

🖤

[middleearthpixie]

Hello! ^^ Can you write a first time smut for Lindir x female elf reader? They both fell in love with each other and they take their time exploring each other's bodies. Super soft and gentle, from Lindir's perspective. Please!🙏 Thank you 💙

Hi there, Nonny! I'm sorry it took me so long, but here it is and I hope you enjoy it.

Moonlight

Summary: You and Lindir consummate your romance…

Fandom: The Hobbit

Pairing: Lindir x fem!elf reader

Warning: oral sex (m/f receiving), unprotected intercourse

Rating: M

Word Count: 3.4k

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A cool breeze wafted gently through the treetops, the rustle of the leafy canopies blending seamlessly with the chirp of crickets and the throaty growls of the frogs that called the various lakes and fountains home. The night sky looked spangled, the sparkling stars looking like diamonds that had been strewn about along a bed of inky black velvet. 

Lindir cupped a hand about a thick white pillar candle, trying to shield it from the wind as he attempted to light it. It took several tries, but finally, the wick caught and held long enough for him to slip the glass cylinder over it to protect it from the wind. He set it on the low, white stone wall that ringed the small courtyard just off his chambers, where it joined nearly a dozen of its brethren, their small golden flames flickering every now and then, but their dance did not include bending to the wind or succumbing to it, thankfully.

His gut churned with a nervousness he’d not felt in what seemed like a lifetime. He could not recall the last time his stomach was in such knots, which was silly, really. You had been a couple for a while now, and saw one another on a daily basis. You’d shared a few kisses, but that was all.

Until this night. 

He looked over at the large fleecy blanket spread out across the lush green grass. A bottle of wine chilled in an ice bucket to the side. Two goblets stood beside said bucket, just waiting to be filled. He’d set out the candles.

Now, he waited.

Then, he heard your steps on the grass and smiled even as his heart sped up. Even as his mouth went drier than it had ever been. Even as those knots instead became butterflies and without even seeing you yet, his blood seemed to rush warmer through his veins.

“Oh, how lovely.”

His heart skipped a beat as you came into the courtyard by way of the gate. The moonlight shone silver upon you and he knew he’d never seen anyone as beautiful as you were right then. “I thought the candles might be a bit too much. Are they?”

You shook your head. “Not at all.” 

You crossed over to where he stood, stopping before him to smile. “I think they look lovely.”

“Good. I was a bit… nervous. I should hate to have to explain to Lord Elrond how and why I burned down the whole of Rivendell.”

“What would you tell him?”

He reached for you, catching your hand in his, and drew you into his arms. “I’d blame you.”

“He would never believe it.”

“Never say never. I can be quite convincing when need be.”

You gazed up at him. “I’m a bit nervous, I confess.”

“You needn’t be,” he assured you. “But, if you’d rather not tonight, we can always—”

“No, I didn't say that,” you were quick to reply. “I am just being silly.”

“Would it help if I was to ask for your hand first?” A hint of teasing wound into his smooth, low voice. “That way you’d know I am not going to disappear on you come sunrise.”

“Lindir! What a thing to say. Do you think that is what I’m thinking?”

“I hope not. But, just in case. Will you marry me?”

“You know the answer is yes.”

“Very well. Now you have no reason to fear, my darling. You have said yes and you are not forever stuck with me.”

“Oh, no,” you replied dryly, trying, but failing, to look utterly serious, “I have made a terrible mistake.”

“Liar.” He leaned in to sweep your lips with his. He’d meant it to be but a gentle, innocent kiss, but the moment he felt your soft lips against his, he had no choice but to press his a bit harder to yours. 

You melted against him, parting your lips and he released a hand to slip his arm about your waist, pulling you flush against him. Your firm breasts pressed against his chest, heating his blood as it slowly changed course in his veins, tightening every fiber, every sinew and tendon, as he responded to just that pressure. 

You wound your arms about his neck, welcoming the silken soft stroke of his tongue along yours. His kiss deepened, and when you traced your fingernails lightly along the back of his neck, he shivered against you and sighed heavily into your mouth. 

He could resist temptation no longer, the hand he’d splayed across your back sliding down to curve against your backside. He cupped a cheek, pulled you firmly against him, and it was your turn to sigh as that telltale bulge of his erection ground into you to create an altogether new and delicious ache deep inside. 

His hand slid up, the other one joining it at your shoulders, where his nimble fingers made quick work of the row of tiny buttons that trailed from the neckline of your gown almost to the small of your back. The fabric parted, the cool breeze skittering across your bare skin as he skimmed his hands outward and the material poured from you to pool at your feet.

You stood naked before him and he almost moaned aloud at the sight—at the high, proud breasts with their already-beading nipples, the curve of your waist and the slope of your hips. Just the sight of you was enough to make his blood scorch through his veins as it flowed south now, his manhood responding to give him away, should you lower your gaze.

But you didn’t. You held his and that served only to fire his lust further. Without shyness or hesitation, he let his gaze roam over you and smiled as he murmured, “You are so beautiful, my love.”

“Thank you,” you whispered back, and then you caught your bottom lip between your teeth when he reached out to cup your left breast. He was so gentle, his fingers dancing along the delicate skin, his thumb slipping lightly about your nipple, which tightened even further beneath his touch.

His fingers tightened about that breast, kneaded it gently, and then leaned in to sweep his lips down along your neck. You tilted your head to the side to allow easier access, and his kisses came softly hot against your increasingly sensitive skin. He punctuated each kiss with a teasing nip, and soothed that with a flick of his tongue. 

His thumb slipped about your nipple again, then caught it between thumb and forefinger to roll until you gasped. It was amazing to see how tight it beaded beneath his touch, how you responded when he gave a gentle tug, and when he leaned over to take it in his mouth? You shoved a hand into his hair, twisted your fingers into the length, and gave a tug that sent a sharp zing across his scalp. But that only heightened his arousal for you, only made him want to explore you further, to see what else would make you pull his hair and arch hard against him.

He took his time, let his lips caress each delectable inch of you as slowly as he could, which was no easy feat, as the very sight of you, the scent of you, the feel of you—warm and soft—against him was enough to drive him mad with desire. But, he wanted you to feel that same fairy desire, wanted you to ache for him the way he did for you. This was not only your first time with him, but your first time ever, and he wanted it to be as magical for you as he could make it.

He caught you in his arms, maneuvered you onto the soft blanket, and came over you gently. His lips found yours, his kiss hot and teasing and slow and he fought back a sigh as your lips parted and he slid his tongue along yours again. You tasted of sweet strawberries and he took his time exploring your mouth, drawing your tongue back into his own to savor that heady sweetness for himself.

He swept his lips down over your chin, down the front of your neck, which bowed as he caressed the sensitive flesh. He continued down, moving slowly along you body, kissing his way along your creamy soft skin, burnished ivory in the candlelight, his lips smoking a path along the inner curve of the breast he’d been teasing. With each sigh that wafted to your lips, each hitch of your breath, he grew bolder. Your body fascinated him, so soft and curvy, and as he kissed his way down, he sank to his knees before you. A hint of wildflowers and musk floated up to tease his senses. Your scent. Yours and yours alone. 

“My love,” he breathed, drawing back to gaze down at you, at the way your hair glinted in the moonlight, fanned out beneath you. Your eyes were heavy-lidded and sensual, your lips full and pouty from his kisses. “You have no idea how often I’ve envisioned this moment.”

“Do tell,” you whispered, your lashes fluttering against the pale expanse of your cheeks.

“I’ve dreamed of it. Of you. Lying just as you are now, bathed in silvery moonlight, a temptress amongst women.”

Heat crept into your cheeks even as you smiled. “You do have a golden tongue, my love, know you this?”

“I speak only the truth,” he whispered, letting his fingers trail lightly along the rise of your left breast. You sucked in a sharp breath, and he repeated the motion, smiling as he held your gaze even as he cupped your breast, slid his thumb harder about that aching bead, then worked down along the curve of your waist, over the rise of your hip. Each caress left you more languid than the one before it. Each one had you pressing your thighs together because the sensations offered up a hint of relief from the maddening tightness of arousal. You wanted to grab his hand, to guide it to that ache between your legs, but hesitated. What if he thought you wanton for aching to be touched there? What if he found you too brazen for wanting that arousal sated?

So, you bit down on your bottom lip as he continued his leisurely exploration of your body, as he moved slowly down along your thigh, over the back of it, to that sensitives patch just behind your knee. You couldn't help your sigh, which made him smile and switch direction, now skimming long the back of your calf. Up toward your backside. Over the rise of that cheek. Back down. You shivered against him, which spurred him on even further. As he drew closer to those curls at the apex of your thighs, he looked up and whispered, “I love you.”

You smiled, a hand curving against his cheek as you murmured back, “I love you, too.”

He winked then, and moved lower, his lips following in the path of his fingers—thigh, knee, calf—each kiss followed by a hot, teasing swirl of his tongue. 

He moved over your thigh and you bit down harder on your lip now. You ached with wanting him, the achy tightness between your legs growing damper with each caress. Everything inside you hummed with the need for him to quench the fires he sparked to life.

Your soft mewl didn't pass unnoticed and it took every bit of will he had to keep moving slowly. He felt your dampness. The scent of your arousal grew stronger still, as if trying to guide him to where you wanted him to be. 

He followed that guide, leaning in to graze your inner thigh with a teasing kiss. Your legs parted of their own and he almost signed at the heavy musky scent that filled his nose. Wildflowers. Honey. The most enticing of perfumes greeted him, welcomed him.

Lured him in.

He bent to you, his nose brushing the damp curls between your thighs. Fire swirled through him at the soft gasp that reached his ears when he slipped a fingertip into that wet heat. Slick. Hot. Enticing. He ached for a taste and so bent to you to slip the tip of his tongue into your folds, tracing along the curve of that satiny bead nestled within them. Your hand sank into his hair, spurring him on, encouraging him to caress you slowly, increasing the pressure against you as you sighed and moaned beneath him. 

Your hips moved with him, and he responded by flicking the tip of his tongue over that silken pearl, and when you grew wetter still, he let his fingers slip through that slick, stroking toward your opening. You moaned softly again as he eased his finger inside you, teasing you, caressing you inside and out, as you quivered around him. You thrust your fingers into his hair once more, twisting even harder now, your hips rolling slowly toward him to meet each caress. He was in no hurry, savoring every moan that bubbled to your lips, every drop of arousal that clung to his tongue, and he knew you grew close to your release in the way you moved with him. 

“Lindir…” Your breathless whisper rose into the gilded darkness. You trembled against him, your fingers twisting harder now, your breath rapid as you arched to meet each slow, teasing thrust of his tongue. He laved along that delicate pearl, gentle at first, but as you whispered “Yes…” he licked harder. Faster. He slipped his fingers into your slick, and when he found what he sought, he slid a finger inside you and smiled as you tightened around it. You sank against him as he continued his onslaught, stroking until he found that small swelling along your front wall and teased it as you pulsed around him.

“Lindir!” You shattered, your release as sweet as your arousal and he was relentless in his caresses as you throbbed around him, trembling and pleading with him to not stop. As if he would. Your cries of pleasure were the sweetest music to his ears and while he ached to find his own relief, he was in no hurry to end yours, either.

He slipped his finger free as you stilled against him and when you sank to your knees to meet his gaze, you whispered, “My turn,” and offered up a smile that turned his knees to jelly.

A hand pressed into his chest urged him onto his back on the soft blanket and he smiled as you straddled his hips and caught his hands in yours before pinning them to the blanket on either side of his head. 

Your lips claimed his and as you deepened your kiss, you slid your hands free to catch his tunic by its hem. You shoved upwards, breaking the kiss only long enough to whisk it over his head and then, when you came flush against him, he couldn’t hold back his moan. Your breasts, with those rosy beaded nipples, pressed into his skin, made the ache twisting his insides even worse. Your heat beckoned him, his hips rising to meet it, the pressure offering a bit of relief, but not nearly enough. 

His eyes closed as you moved down along him, trailing kisses over the smooth, warm skin his bared chest, and when you swirled your tongue along his left nipple, it was almost his undoing. He had no idea how sensitive his own were until then, and his entire body ached with the need to be inside yours, to feel that wet heat tight about him. 

Your hair spilled across his chest, warm and silken, and he buried his hands in it, let the gossamer strands caress him as you did. His head spun from the slow, teasing kisses you rained down over his belly, to the waist of his trousers.

Then you looked up and smiled as you unfastened them. As you gripped them. As you tugged them down and he sprang free from them, hard and proud and begging for your attention. 

Your name rose to his lips as you bent over and your lips closed about him. Your tongue moved slowly up from his base to his tip, your lips teased where your tongue did not, and when you gave a gentle pull…

He twisted his fingers in your hair as ever fiber in his body tensed, as the need for release tightened about him like a powerful fist, squeezing and pulsing with each stroke, with each teasing pull. White lights danced before him, and when you traced your fingernails along his sides? His moan rose like a mist into the air. His hips rose to meet each caress. The ache inside him grew stronger and more demanding and he had to force his eyes open as he gazed up at you. “Please… I need you…”

You pulled away, a look of utter satisfaction on your face as you whispered, “Need me for what?”

He smiled. “I think you know, love.”

He came up then, his lips seizing yours, his chest pressing into yours to urge you onto your back once more and as you obliged, your legs parted to let his hips settle between them. 

You felt the silken steel of his erect member slip into your folds, slide along your aching, overly sensitive flesh, and you shivered beneath him as he moaned above you. You teetered on the precipice. There was no going back now.

He caught your lips in a lingering kiss and you felt the gentle probe as he positioned himself. You were so tight about him, the resistance greater than he’d thought it would be. He drew in a deep breath and thrust, and you cried out at the brief sting of his breeching you. Then he went still, and you whispered, “What is it?”

“I love you,” he whispered back, then began moving inside you, each thrust slow and controlled, and little by little, the stinging ebbed and only pleasure remained. 

And what pleasure it was! It swelled within you both, fiery and hot and sweet, and with each thrust, that pleasure grew. It engulfed both of you, driving you both closer to the edge of madness. 

Your heat fed his. His fed yours. He surged harder now, tensing as his climax took root. It began in the soles of his feet and worked its way up like a rolling wave of thunder, and all he saw was you, your eyes sparkling, your cheeks flushed. You were close. He felt it in the way you tightened about him, the way you pulled him deeper still and throbbed around him once more. 

Everything inside him tightened. Twisted. Threatened to drive him insane as his climax bore down upon him. He couldn’t put it off, had no choice but to surrender to the inevitable as you squeezed him with a powerful rhythm and your fingernails dug into his chest. You tensed about him. 

He twisted his fists into the blanket beneath you, arched hard, and climaxed with a blazing fury that had him moaning and shuddering above you, that had him going rigid from the force of spilling hard inside you and you eagerly accepted it, pulsing and throbbing around him. You clung to him, your fingernails digging deep into his back. Your surrender met his and as he sank against you, you wrapped him in your arms as if you would never let him go. 

You fought for breath, as did he, and you held him as he trembled against you. Smoothing his hair away from his temple, you murmured, “I do love you.”

“Oh, I love you, too…”

“I think we should do this again.” 

You smiled as he lifted his head to stare at you incredulously. “Already?”

“Well, perhaps we should wait a few minutes,” you amended. “At least my head clears. I might faint otherwise.”

“Probably a wise idea.”

“I thought so.” You tightened your arms about him, and it all just felt so perfect, so right. You were where you belonged and you were not about to let him go. Not ever, if possible. No moment had ever been so perfect, as the one you shared with him in the moonlight on the most romantic night of your life. 

[dragonbarbie]

𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐃 - a hamilton inspired aemond targaryen one shot

pairing: aemond targaryan x fem!baratheon!reader

word count: 2.2 K

triggers: angst(??), not a happy ending

summary: this is inspired by me watching the storm's end scene coupled with a hamilton obsession. but its essentially from the pov of the eldest baratheon sister, who puts the happiness of her sister before her own (might do a part 2?? )

baratheon weddings tended to be on the rowdier side, yet when the eldest daughter of lord borros baratheon stood up with a glass in hand, one glare from the lady silenced the proceedings (such was the reputation of the ill temper of the lady of storm's end). "a toast!" she announced with a wide smile. "to the bride, my baby sister" seeing her sister, floris blush as any good newlywed bride must at her wedding feast, warmed her elder sister's heart; "and to the groom" moving her eyes to prince made her smile falter for a second, but she stubbornly stuck to the facade.

she didn't know if it was her eyes deceiving her, but she was certain that across the high table from where she stood, she could see the usually unreadable expression of the silver haired prince, give something away, just for a second.

it took her back to a night long ago, a night she would remember forever, and perhaps regret it for just as long.

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"father asked us to be home by sundown!" looking around fearfully, floris whined at her elder sister who seemed utterly unmoved by the younger lady's protests. "you're free to go if you wish." the eldest baratheon's eyes remained fixed on the knights who were crowding around town. "they're all here for the war." she observed with riveted fascination. while there wasn't certainty about which side their father, the lord of the stormlands was going to fight, that of the princess rhaenyra or of the newly crowned king aegon ii, it was certain that a fight was brewing. to support their lord paramount in whatever side he was going to pick, knights and men-at-arms from across the stormlands were gathering at storm's end. and the lord's eldest daughter could not fathom missing out on the excitement.

"oh, look at the size of that hammer!" borros baratheon would have never allowed any daughter of his anywhere near weaponry, but his eldest had always found her way to wooden swords one way or another, even as a child. she had joined the crowd to watch two knights practice sparring in one corner, with her sister grabbing the sleeve of her dress for comfort, when suddenly a great shadow befell all around them. all eyes moved up towards the sky, to marvel at the great beast flying right above them. "seven hells" was all the lady managed to gasp out at the sight of the mighty dragon. "that's even better than the hammer."

the girls were soon found by their septa and made to return to the castle at once, to clean up before supper. a guest had arrived, they were told, and a feast had been laid in their honour. the suspense was not long lived, as their father introduced each of his daughters to prince aemond before the feast. he was clearly here to win support for his brother's cause, the lady realised that soon enough, and in exchange for their father's men, he was offering his hand in marriage to one of his daughters.

she had to admit, watching him from where she stood next to her father's seat, he was a handsome man. she had not seen many valyrians in her life, and could not help but admire how ethereal his perfectly set hair looked, shining beneath the candlelight. even his missing eye, the feature she had heard most talked about when it came to queen alicent's younger son, made him seem more even distinguished somehow. or perhaps it just spoke to the sense of adventure, the eldest lady baratheon so craved.

she jumped at the chance to speak to him when he approached her at the feast. it seemed he had come with single-minded focus towards his duty, and not with any romantic notions of courtship. she found him to be polite, and chivalrous, but ultimately she did not think that he was initially seeking to really know her as a woman, in any real depth. his conversation started off as superficial small talk and well, the lady of storm's end had never had much patience for those. "your dragon—" she rather sharply (and irritatedly) cut him off as he spoke of the architecture of the red keep, "—it's called vhagar, is it not?" the prince seemed mildly surprised, but not offended at the sudden change in the direction of the conversation, "yes." he carefully answered, "and it's the oldest dragon alive?" her eyes glimmered with expectation. "yes." "and it's the biggest?" "yes. and the 'it', is a 'she'." he corrected her finally, the young lady's naked interest in his dragon, with her questions bordering on impertinent left him rather intrigued.

"a 'she', of course." the idea that the biggest, oldest dragon alive was a female, seemed to leave the lady with a vindicated grin. "are dragons a passion of your's, my lady?" he inquired, blue eye fixed on the woman in front of him almost intimidatingly. "not particularly." she shrugged. "but when one of them shows up right at your doorstep, anyone would be fascinated."

"most of the ladies at court seem more fearful, than fascinated." he noted, earning an incredulous (and downright unladylike snort) from the lady baratheon. now at that, even the prince could not help an amused smile.

"oh, do not misunderstand me, your grace. i am well aware that i could be easily crushed underneath the weight of your mighty beast, but my curiosity reaches leagues beyond my fear." "then you must be a very brave lady, indeed." at the compliment, she couldn't help the smug smile that overcame her face. she tried hide it as she took a sip from her cup, in an attempt to hold the facade of the shy maiden she was meant to play.

"tell me, lady baratheon, what other brave endeavours have you embarked on?" the prince was now looking at the lady with a fascination that matched her's when she had inquired after his dragon. she had wit, that was plain to see, and a steeled stubbornness in her eyes. he wanted to dig deeper.

the lady looked almost forlorn at his question, "i will be disappointing you with my answer, i am afraid. the tales of my bravado all begin and end in the confines of this castle." she sighed. "we cannot all be sword wielding knights," she gestured at the sword that hung from his belt, "walking across the realm, with songs written about us."

"is that what you yearn for? to be a knight?" aemond was certain he had never met a lady so bold in her ambitions. "i yearn for... adventure." she announced, a far off look in her eyes for a second. "but i will be satisfied with a sword, i suppose." she added playfully.

the prince chuckled at her words, "you strike me as a woman who has never been satisfied" he commented, taking the lady aback with his directness. "i'm sure i don't know what you mean. you forget yourself, my prince." she replied, trying to maintain the mask of the prim lady that she was meant to uphold, at least for the sake of her father, that she realised now she had let slip too much in front of the targaryen prince.

undeterred by her trying to play coy, the prince continued quietly, "you're like me. i'm never satisfied." "is that right?" for a second, the lady could almost forget that she was in a room full of people, and not standing all alone in the hall with him. her breath hitched in her throat, as she looked up at the prince. his eye was so blue, it reminded her of the colour of the sea before a storm. his expression was unreadable, and she had a hundred different questions to try to get beneath his surface.

"i'm never satisfied." he simply repeated, unsure of how it was that he found himself confessing the statement so easily to a woman he hardly knew. he felt as if he had found in her a kindred spirit, someone who similar to him could not just sit still and let life come to her. she was a woman of action. he knew he was yet to meet the lady's sisters, but his choice of bride was becoming more clear with each passing second.

the lady had to break away from his gaze finally when she heard her name being called from across the hall. "your grace." she curtseyed before walking away.

is this is what it feels like to match wits with someone who could finally keep up with her? she wondered, her heart still hammering away as she reeled from the exchange. the conversation could not have lasted more than two or three minutes and yet, it had felt like a lifetime. it was the perfect dance performed entirely through words. she was itching to return back and talk to him again, when she was pulled aside by her sister floris.

"he is so handsome!" and with those four words, her stomach dropped, for there could be no one else that her baby sister was talking about so excitedly. "and so gallant! i have never met someone so—" the elder sister tuned out as the younger baratheon girl spoke in infatuated whispers about the prince she seemed to have helplessly fallen for. witnessing the look of passion in her eyes, the elder lady baratheon knew what she must do.

she walked towards the targaryen prince and placed her hand on his arm. he seemed to be delighted at her return, and asked in a conspiratorial tone, "are we embarking on one of your brave endeavours, my lady?" "certainly." maintaining the smile on her face was causing her heart to internally break.

she tried to think of all the very good arguments against allowing herself to be courted by the prince. for one, since her father had no sons and she was his eldest daughter, she was his heir; she could not be his heir, if she lived all the way at king's landing. no, the lady of the stormlands would have to reside at storm's end, she determined.

she led him away from the crowd, and towards the quieter corner where her shy sister stood. "your grace." the younger lady curtseyed. the elder baratheon caught the momentary look of surprise in the prince's eye, but it vanished as quickly as it had appeared.

he's only interested in me to curry father's favour towards his own side for the war, she reminded herself, it would be naive of her to think that he would have shown any inclination towards her had the circumstances been different. and floris was as much a baratheon as her, she can be his bride.

"my lady floris." the prince made a show of chivalrously taking the hand of her sister and bringing it to his lips for a chaste kiss. "i will leave you to it." the elder woman responded, wanting to get as further away from the scene as her feet would take her, not noticing the look the prince gave her as she walked away from the pair.

she knew her sister better than any soul alive, and there was no one more deserving of happiness than floris, in the lady's opinion. she was trusting, kind, and would be the best thing in the prince's life, just as she was in her elder sister's. she would make him happy, happier than i could, she decided.

the rest of the night, the lady baratheon helplessly watched the prince converse with her younger sister. the agony did not end that night either, for even when the prince left storm's end, he continued to write floris letters. her elder sister managed to snatch one such letter from her hand one day, and reading it she joked how perhaps she should marry him as well, only to keep her sister company at king's landing, of course. "all i am saying is, if you really loved me you would share him." earning her laughter from her other two sisters, and a good-natured eye roll from floris.

but as the day of her sister's wedding approached, all the eldest lady could think about was that perhaps she had judged the prince too early, perhaps she should not have let him go that easily.

aemond had been left confused by the elder lady baratheon's sudden disinterest, dare say even bruised by it. watching her walk away had left him feeling uncharacteristically wounded. but he had a duty to fulfil at storm's end, he had to remind himself. so even if he could not help but but be disappointed at how dissimilar floris's features were to her elder sister, how he would often find himself lost in the memory of his sole conversation with the witty lady of the stormlands at the feast, he knew that at the end of the day he must pick one of the four maidens to wife. and floris had seemed most eager, so he steeled his resolve and forced himself to perform his duty.

yet, his eye would wander in the direction of the elder lady every moment she was in the same room as him, aching to hear whatever witty remark she had on her tongue that second.

the elder lady baratheon though, seemed just as determined as him, and kept her distance from her sister's to-be husband.

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"a toast to your union!" the bride's elder sister declared, with none the wiser that the smile on her face was hiding a wound so deep it ached her to her very bones. "may you always be satisfied." at her final words, the prince's eye fixed on her's, and she believed that it was tempting her dangerously, to once again forget that they were in a room full of people.

[mantequillamcwhoremick]

hi I need you to know I physically cannot be normal about this fic like I see the update notification in my mail and I start having HEART PALPITATIONS its insane

I will forever appreciate how well written it is too, the realism of kenny just being some guy who despite being immortal isn't like super particularly skilled or emotionally put together is... GOD, mwah. chef's kiss. I especially LOVE his slightly twisted sense of morals like. he's not perfect. he's not doing it for just anyone but he's fueled by the sympathy he feels for the people around him that he knows like his sister, his friends, his boss, fucking BUTTERS ohh lord. I love a flawed hero. he can be a little selfish as a treat

AND BUTTERRSSD OH MY GOD I love his stupid business persona. the scene where he gives that fake ass smile to kenny never leaves my mind and I love him SO!!! MUCH!!! he's like a caged animal when he's aroundkenny it's so ghhhh IT'S SO REAL!!!!! and I love his methods for being an insane little guy too like CAMERAS??? TASERS??? SCAMMING??? ECONOMY WRECKING??? THIS IS WHAT CHAOS WAS MEANT FOR

it genuinely puts the fantasy of heroes and villains in such a real perspective that makes it feel that much more intense and like you can connect with it easier and I'm just. ugh. I eat it up every time I love you and your work thank you for all the time and effort you put into it, I can only imagine how hard it is as someone who is literally procrastinating writing a fic by writing this rn LOL

brother you have been in my inbox. for fucking weeks. i'm so sorry but also i've been rereading this so often it's embarrassing JASDHAK HELP THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS JESUS CHRIST

ok long post ahead bc you say a lot of things here that i wanna get into regarding character & story writing😁😁😁😁

The fact that Kenny feels like a realistic guy to you is just so <33333333 the absolute JOY that it brings me. I feel like I don't see enough depictions of him going into his flaws, not just his struggles. Kenny is a very kind-hearted guy, he's very empathetic and he is a huge softie and awesome friend, but the circumstances of his life I see in various instances have made him apathetic to lots of things he deems out of his control, and, on the flip side, hyper-controlling of the things he feels like he CAN control.

"From Dusk Til Casa Bonita" is one of those instances; he's obsessed with keeping Karen safe (probably because no one has ever taken care of him in the way he needed), and he goes to great lengths to even control her social circle without letting her know HE'S doing it (she doesn't know KENNY is her guardian angel!!). This is such a nuanced flaw that makes perfect sense for Kenny and his background and everything life has thrown at him, and I love exploring these less-than-ideal aspects of him and play with his twisted morality, even if it's fueled by love. Idk i could go on and on about Kenny's morals, I'm so happy that's something that stuck out to you in the fic <333

About Butters-- "he's like a caged animal when he's around kenny" is SUCH a good way to put it. I can't get too deep into his character for now bc his pov in the story carries an inherent spoiler for chapters that aren't out yet🤭🤭🤭 But yeah, in the scenes we've seen him in he wasn't prepared to see Kenny AT ALL so he's stuck in a limbo between the happy boy he used to be when Kenny was around and the twisted, unhinged and ruthless person he is now. Zero attachments to anyone, beaten and chewed and spat back out by life. It's one step away from the actual Vic Chaos in we see in canon

and "CAMERAS??? TASERS??? SCAMMING??? ECONOMY WRECKING??? THIS IS WHAT CHAOS WAS MEANT FOR" I FUCKING KNOW RIGHT?????????? Butters has so many skills that in my opinion, if used well, are INFINITELY more scary than any physical damage he could cause. He's shown to be an insanely smart guy, with a knack for everything statistics, networking, money, technology, ... These are modern ways we see large-scale crimes in real life nowadays, and no one is ever prepared for them. I just couldn't get the idea out of my head, i HAD to write a fic where Chaos was all that ajhsdajhgdjka I'M SO HAPPY TO SEE YOUR EXCITEMENT ON THEM!!!

"it genuinely puts the fantasy of heroes and villains in such a real perspective that makes it feel that much more intense and like you can connect with it easier" like hello????? THANK YOU???? ARHGHGHGHG this is how i feel like about the show "The Boys" which tbh was also in part an inspiration for this fic so it makes me really happy that this is what it evoked for you.

Anyways jesus christ idk man thank you so much for this ask, idk I'm very insane about a lot of these aspects and I hope you don't mind a little unstructured yapping in response ajshdjaskja TYSM FOR THIS ASK <333333 i hope your writing is going well!!!!!

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Unhinged Game Commentary As RP Starts Pt.5

Time for Dick Shots.

_____ is just a butt. He's a butt.

WE AREN'T DOING THIS HERE.

Are you two talking smack about me just cuz I can't understand ________?

What else are foreign languages good for? Just ask _______.

A lot of shit happened. A LOT of shit.

Its _______. A much happier ________. Also a much taller ________.

RIP ________. Wait. I better not say that.

As soon as that tank pops up I'm just gonna be "Nope, not gonna do this guys, not today."

NOT TODAY.

Not in the stars.

I love this area... up until Furry McFuckGoat.

Who is Furry McFuckGoat?

You'll find out who Furry McFuckGoat is.

You're in for a good time.

Wow, this ice water is so pretty, just... ROLL IN IT. It's just so pretty.

I'm the reason _______ dies guys cuz I gave him hypothermia.

How the fuck--

OH JESUS.

Y'know its a good thing none of these icicles have come off and fallen cuz otherwise you'd get skewered all to hell.

There it is, I KNEW it.

Across. Across?

ITS NOT ACROSS.

I Tarzan'd my ass right down the chasm.

Was that Furry McFuckgoat?

They're coming. Soon.

o h g o d.

*sings* More water that's cold as Hell~ HYPOTHERMIA~!!

HEEEEY. THERE THEY ARE.

Nope. Stay away from me. I don't wanna get hit.

OH GOD NO JESUS--

*sings* Get the Hell away from meee--*squeals* NO.

Oh dear lord-- I GOT STUCK.

DIE. PLEASE DIE.

MEMO TO ME. MEMO TO ME. DO NOT GO INTO THAT CORNER.

AH--

SWEET JESUS CHRIST.

*gasps* you'RE A DIIICK.

ANGERY GOAT MAN.

OOoooh my god. My chest hurts. From the panicking.

SO ANGERY GOAT PEOPLE.

We can look at how weird they are-- ...okay, I'm gonna look at how weird they are by myself then.

Guess we're gonna meet the whitewalkers, guys.

...'til you died to dead.

What if the ________ had like secret vaults or whatever that were insanely complicated to get into like this?

Nah he got them magnificent rabbit legs. He Jomp.

________, its time for you to learn an important lesson on being a ______: Hardcore Parkour.

Today is the day you learn to fly, boi. Go.

"Learn how to fly, boi." Wow, is this Lord of the Rings?

WOOOW okay, I don't know how that happened but I'm gonna take it.

RIP _________. May he forever grace the afterlife with his vibrating.

Yeah, there's the fun way out of here.

Furry McFuckGoat brought his friends.

Yank that motherfucker!

JEEESUS WHERE THE SHIT-- WHERE DID THAT EVEN COME FROM.

I-- somehow avoided that.

Theeey'rre heeerrreee. Angery goat people.

Death by Dickshot.

You missed Furry McFuckGoat, but not the ________.

Tanks for the heads up~ *wink wink*

Wanna know what I did all day today? Too bad because I'm gonna tell you anyway.

HQ to ______ -- HQ to _______ -- we have lost contact.

You're not fancy.

Fucking twirl!

Took that like a champ!

FuCK. I dropped the gun that I didn't want to drop.

Wow, you had to throw the gun that way?

Are you dead?

Peek your head out. I'm pretty sure you're still alive.

FUCKING EAT IT, SHITHEAD.

Wow, that was a fucking wake-up call.

NO, BYE, YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE ALIVE.

Thanks for the grenade, I need it a lot more than you.

OVERSHOT IT, but whatever, so long as you die. Byye.

Are those bullets? yeeeah. Are those grenades? YEEEAAAAH.

WHO-- WHAT--

NO, YOU SEE THIS SHIT THROUGH TO THE END.

ZIG ZAG.

Oh... I don't like that metal on metal sound.

I think that was a kidney shot, I'm not 100% sure.

Oblivion. You're going to oblivion.

Wrong game.

ROLL. ROLL A LOT.

God damn, I do not appreciate being shot at.

Come on, I would think RPG is fucking universal language! do you have an RPG?!

Watching ______ shoot people is like watching them play duck hunt. (Insert annoying dog laughter at every miss)

Was that overkill? Maybe. Do I care? No.

AAAAIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

ZIG ZAG TIME.

FHAAAK MY LIFE YOU ASSHLE.

Its a tank, how scary can a cow on wheels be?

Hijack it. Hijack it and conquer your fears.

He went places.

RPG? PLEASE? RPG. GUYS.

RPG! NOPE. Its mine now.

Yoink.

Dramatic ass death. Clutching his chest as if he just got dumped by his baby blue.

Nice shooting, Tex.

Okay, he died. That's great.

Gottarun gottarun gottarun gottarun gottarun.

Its only death, _______, walk it off.

Oh, wanna know what I learned about myself yesterday? Too bad again because I'mma tell you anyway -- again.

How to kill an edgyboi trying to be an asshole in less than 3 seconds -- not take his insult as an insult.

OO-- AA--

We were beginning to think the 8 year old went feral and ate you.

Hey you never know. He might just do it one day. Children are statistically more likely to eat you than an adult.

Children are scary things.

I can believe it.

The entire time they were eating your fucking organs everyone else would be saying "AWWWW SO CUTE".

C A R N A G E.

Married people are wild, man.

I DON'T KNOW IF I WANNA DO THIS TODAY, I mean... first the tank, and then the cars, although the cars... I just... fucked them up. Just fucked them up, right off a cliff.

The couch is trying to eat me.

Oops-- YOU DIDN'T SEE /SHIT/.

Just threw ______ off the side of the cliff.

Took him out Achilles style.

Dodged that by the hair of your balls.

Let me see if I can... shove you... BYYYEEE.

I'm a vindictive bitch.

Bury him in the abyss.

Sounds like an old lady farting.

Goodbye to your legs.

Peek a boo with guns.

I would really appreciate it if someone would give me a grenade.

Man, he's rolling over there trying to be fancy. You're not fancy.

WOOOO, MAN, SHIT, FUCK.

You trying to gunslinger me? Heeellno.

Fancy feet.

Don't be like fancy feet, be an elite.

WHY ARE YOU ALL SO CLOSE TO ME.

No, stay your asses on that side of the bridge.

Stop giving me heart attacks over here, I don't need them.

Man, let me tell you, I would'a ended up throwing that up and I would've ended up throwing it behind me.

Did we say rope? We meant hope, as in an intangible thing that doesn't exist.

That went dark.

Not nearly as dark as my outlook on life. Or as dark as my prospects of a future. But who needs tomorrow?

I DIDN'T MEAN TO THROW MY GRENADE, WHAT.

There it go. Nyoom.

The void appreciates your contribution.

I'M STILL SO MAD ABOUT THE FUCKING GRENADE.

Look at them flappy flags -- how they so flappy? It cold as fuck.

Subtle? What's that. I don't know what that is. Not now, not ever.

The only thing subtle here is your ability to shoot everyone in the goddamn dick without even trying.

LISTEN, leave-- leave my aim out of this.

I will leave your aim out of this when you stop handing out dick shots like Halloween candy.

I believe I can flyyyyy.

Launch backwards.

Come here guy. Come hereee.

Bye. Jackass.

Maybe I should keep the SASS.

"______ you were supposed to be subtle." There was nothing subtle about this shit.

There was no reason for the yoink.

Drop down ______, Jesus, why did you have to be ExTRA.

Unfortunate. My jokes will be less appreciated due to ill timing now. Truly a tragedy in three parts. 

Everyone named ______ is Extra.

Today you taught that man an important lesson... a lesson in flight and physics. And that lesson is that people can't fly.

Well I shot him in the dick and it might've been just a little too on-point.

Long Time No Fuck My Life.

hSSSSSSSSSS.

It didn't let me-- crap that time.

SHOVE THEIR CORPSES INTO THE ABYSS. AS VENGEANCE. THEIR SOULS CANNOT ASCEND. LET THE VOID CONSUME THEM.

You jinxed it.

I hate you for having that fucking good aim.

If I heard that in my last seconds of life, I would resurrect just long enough to kick them in the balls so goddamn hard they'd invert into a Y and never return to normal.

Mmmm gratuitous ass shot.

Where is the dragon sniper because I really, really, really would like to have it right now.

I wouldn't mind getting shot by you in real life as long as I got to hear some of this quality commentary before dying.

I think ______'s just a lil bitch and died of a splinter. Can take a hole in the liver but not a splinter. Anything but a splinter.

You said no -- but mommy said yes.

Better not-- Better fucking not!! ...Okay.

WHY IS THE BRIDGE JUST NOW BREAKING.

PLOT INCONVENIENCE.

Come on _______, squirrel your fucking way up there.

The amount of splinters...

Them pants are tighter than they are thicc.

YOU'RE ALWAYS SAYING YOU NEED A GRENADE, BUT WHEN THEY OFFER IT YOU'RE LIKE "Naaaaah".

(blu q. kazoo voice) SUSPICIOUUUUUSSS.

Hey ______... what brings you here... behind this crate?

That gasp of realization was the best.

No, that "FRUCK" was the best.

Heeeey did you drop your gun? No you didn't, you're an asshooole.

The eight year old ate them.

They got V O R E D.

Get outta here with that.

Gonna replace the word bored with vored now just for the fuck of it.

DICKSHOOOT. It was on purpose.

I need a word for dick that rhymes with shot.

Because that's average. Everyone expects "cock shot" but who's gonna see "shlort shot" coming?

I'm shlort sighted.

You killed me the last time and I did not appreciate that one bit.

If you're going to be launching 'nades, you gotta expect to get shot in the nads by the one and only vibrating Nate.

I'd be vibrating too if I was being shot at all day, my fucking nerves would be fried.

I did not like that-- that-- that was not cool.

I didn't see the rope and I thought you finally launched yourself. I was proud but also upset because that seemed like the most disappointing launch.

YOU SPIN ME RIGHT ROUND BABY, RIGHT ROUND, LIKE A RECORD BABY--

Twirl hunny twiirl.

Can't believe I wanted to hang with someone who can't even appreciate Skyrim Shuffle. What a disappointment of a stoner.

Just dies and flips into the void.

New test on anyone who wants to be my friend -- has to appreciate the Skyrim Shuffle.

I wanna die that way. Just be staring into the void debating my life, then suddenly "Bye Bitch". I'd start laughing. I'd die laughing before I hit the ground.

I'd die laughing on a roller coaster if my organs weren't shoved into my throat.

Prepare to be Swiss'd.

Are you firing stink bombs?

Shot his ass off. Literally.

NOPE. Get shredded.

BABY BELL IN THE HOUSE, BITCH.

A WHITE PERSON WHO DOESN'T APPRECIATE CHEESE? DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT BABYBEL IS.

Have you ever had double cream brie with black truffles? THEN GET OUT OF MY FACE, CHEESE HEATHEN.

That wasn't the ________ sound. That was the Furry McFuckGoat sound.

That's a god damn butt plug. A very sharp one.

Smooth things over with him via a shot in the back of his goddamn skull.

I slipped and it fell into the void. That's what you tell them.

I don't think they can use the void as an excuse.

IS THAT A PIG ON FIRE?

We've established that he likes me better than you.

God that'd be a great way to go...  direct hit with an RPG. Just... feel something whack me in the back then KABOOSH.

Your bullet count was 69 there for a moment and that was pretty rad.

I'll boost you! Off the side of a fucking cliff.

Oh look -- its a life-sized statue of your ego.

Prepare yourself. You're about to get one of your many wishes.

Vore? Are you sure its not vore? That's a lot of mouths.

No its Furry McFuckGoat and his friends.

I'd SCREAM OF JOY IF MY THROAT WASN'T FUCKED.

You just got pounded by a furry. How you feel about that?

Just getting straight up gangbanged here.

I'd kill him so he didn't get the satisfaction of seeing it all. DIE, CURIOUS HOE.

I am a far bigger dick than the Russian.

Good aim for being stiff.

They're fucking dead and still better at aiming than you.

_______ WAS beautiful, til ______ ruined it.

There's always time to sight-see, you stupid slut.

Catch me enjoying the scenery outside the vehicle of my killer's vehicle. Catch me asking if we can stop and get a slushie at this nice slushie stand before I die.

He's a Russian -- he's already immortal.

[thewolffairytaler]

Gurl, could you make a oneshot where Y/n comes back from the war and is a bit traumatised because of it. So he needs some time alone to rethink everything, but he can't stop thinking about Thomas because he misses her? Yeah, I forgot to mention, can you do a genderwap of these two? Just Thomas and Y/n, you don't have to change the gender of the family.

An ex-soldier's starvation - oneshot | Genderwap Thomas Hewitt x male reader

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Summary: After being stuck in Vietnam for a couple of years, the young man comes back with a depressing state and a new view of life. He needs his alone time for solace and reflection for a while before he could behave normally again, but he can not help but think about his old friend every now and then, just like when he was overseas.

Author's note: Female Thomas is known as Thomasine in this oneshot, I have tried my best to write it as short as possible in a good quality way, but if I have misspelt or there is something that doesn't make any sense in the story, tell me about it, because I only checked over my work once. Enjoy this oneshot, folks!

For the first time since the end of the Vietnam War, the ragged contour of Newt—a place so steeped in memory yet so alien—came into view. Like him, it had scars of its own. A weariness that was heavier than the equipment he had dropped off his back and a remnant of the atrocities he had seen descended upon him as he stopped to process everything. The highways he had driven were dotted with signs of home, but they seemed false; how could he go back to a place that had altered during his absence? Charlie Hewitt, whom he considered an uncle, was walking beside him. He had also survived the war, but his perspective was different because they were in separate battalions. Charlie maintained a steady and reassuring pace, but he couldn't get rid of the uneasy feeling that something sinister lurked beneath the surface of the young man next to him.

There was a silence between them, thick with unspoken truths and feelings. The urgency to connect fell to the wayside when it came to thoughts about Thomasine, his childhood friend. He imagined her living in the town, perhaps still working at the local slaughterhouse, laboring amid the senseless brutality that life demanded. He’d kept his distance, telling Charlie only that he needed to see his family first. The reminiscence of his old friend lingered uncomfortably in his mind; he wasn't ready for that reunion. Not yet. The truth was, the war had changed him, and he wasn't sure if she would be able to see him as he once was. Charlie saw how the young man's eyes drew away from his, moving towards memories that seemed like ghosts trying to deceive an already troubled heart. He was familiar with the appearance. These are the eyes of a soldier, tired but alert. Though he understood that some traumas were deeper than time could heal, he hoped that their arrival in Newt would provide some closure.

When he finally arrived, Charlie greeted his family with a warmth that was familiar yet a bit cold as well. Of course, he embraced Luda Mae's hugs when she clinged on to him so happily. But when it comes to Monty, they just have their glances and nods, having this masculinity viewpoint that neither of them wanted to break because they suddenly got emotional. And then there was Thomasine, and oh lord how she had grown. She wasn't as tall as the boy was, considering he was around six feet in height. But for a woman her age... yeah, that wasn't exactly attractive to any man in his opinion. Especially in a secluded town like Newt, she was like fricking brick wall for crying out loud! But it was still Thomasine, and he cared for her, no matter how ugly or weird she was.

In the weeks that followed, Newt's daily routine returned to normal, but for the young man, every hour seemed to drag on forever as he wondered where she might be. Yet his mind couldn’t help but linger about the past couple of years. He didn't want to socialise with anybody currently. And if anybody mentioned the war in a positive way, it just made him want to leave. He did not want to discuss it any further. He wasn't ready to act normal again, to perhaps pretend to be it as well. Not to mention that he didn't feel like a boy anymore. He felt like an adult, like a man. Maybe that's what people meant they would become when they went into the military. But it wasn’t only that. He was deprived, deprived of physical touch and comfort. Of course, he got his affection from Mama, but it wasn’t what he needed. Not the same affection he thought of, every time he thought about that kind of need, he thought about women. He thought about... Thomasine. Maybe Charlie had some influence about it, he had a filthy way of mentioning that sort of thing, but a lad in his age, he got curious, an although he would like to experience intimacy one day. He wants it to be meaningful, to neither cause pain or be because of lust. He needed it to be real because if it was, he would never let it go.

Thomasine battled her personal issues in the meantime. Although she had witnessed the young guy wandering around the town, completely conscious of the war's hold on him, the notion that he had abandoned their companionship wavered like a candle trying to survive. Her heart ached, whispering that he must have considered her a monstrosity, that the war had forced him to see the reality. In a way, that the locals were correct. Despite her concern about what would happen at the reunion, she felt a glimmer of optimism when Charlie mentioned him at the dinner table. "Don’t you worry ‘bout it, Tommy. The boy might be a bit hard-headed, but he ain’t got no hate in him. Just give him some time, he’ll come ‘round."

Weeks passed, delusions arose and vanished like smoke, until the young man's desire for the bond that had previously characterised their relationship became overwhelming. He arrived at the slaughterhouse, a location that made the town worthy of its stay, like a tower that loomed over the town as if it were the king's castle. In the late afternoon, he braced himself, determined that he had to find her, to face the pain that throbbed in his veins, no matter what. As he entered, the mechanical sounds and the metallic scent of the workplace overwhelmed him, but he pressed forward, heart drumming a frantic rhythm against his ribcage. Anxiety coiled tight in his gut when he spotted her, the familiar figure hard at work, immersed in rhythm and routine. But she was still Thomasine, yet transformed, hardened by time and circumstance.

Just as she prepared to leave her shift, the flicker of recognition in her eyes sent a rush of warmth through him. His breath caught in his throat, a mixture of fear and joy. Before he could second-guess himself, he stepped forward with an urgency borne of years lost, lifting his hands to cradle her face and stealing a kiss. It was raw, unguarded, and laden with all the emotions he had bottled up tight since the day he left. Tension cracking under their weight like a dried twig, Thomasine gasped. Time paused as she gave in to the kiss she had secretly fantasised about, a brief moment of love she had so desperately wanted. Thomasine saw the kiss as more than just a reunion; it was a recognition of her existence and value, a reprieve from a world that had demonised her. Her old buddy, who had seen her change into a more hideous beast but still dared to offer her love, was someone she had missed terribly. He seemed to have seized her soul, bringing back the warmth she had believed had been lost to her dreams.

Tears welled up in her eyes, becoming a kaleidoscope of sorrow and delight. She had fought with her self-perception, stuck between existence and the guilt that humanity frequently heaped on her. In that tender moment, she realised he was not a soldier out to demean her for who she was; he was simply a man who had returned to her embrace with nothing but love and acceptance. When he did pull away from her, he apologised for the action as he gently moved away a couple of hair strands from her face. Even tenderly wiping away the tears that were flowing down her cheeks as he spoke with that familiar southern drawl. "Hey now, darlin’, no need to cry. I’m right here with ya. Ain’t plannin' on leavin' you again.” His words were a lifeline, a promise that, despite that whatever would occur in the future, they would face whatever came next together. Thomasine rested her forehead against his as she closed her eyes, hugging him back in a relaxed manner as he, too, reciprocated the action. She hadn't changed at all, or at least he thinks so in terms of personality, nonetheless. He doubted he could ever hate her if she drastically changed when he was gone.

[iridescentis]

VIOLETTA EPISODE 10

lowkey forgot what has happened so far but im jamming to this intro lfg 💪💪💪

fuckin tomás fuuuuck offf man

violetta is cutiepie <3

ANGIEEEEEE MY WIFEEEEEEE

it isn't dcla without gaslighting good lord 🤦

maxi <3

germán when i catch you istg

not the damn MONTAGE girl get up

they are so weird but so cute wtf

BOY BREAKING INTO A HOUSE WON'T CLEAR YOUR NAME

THE LESBIANS ARE BACK 👏👏👏👏👏

ludmila and león are so theatre kid

WHAT IN THE FUCK was that editing or did bro really come into class and they all break into dance instantly that was horrifying

it feels like an affront to god to stare at tomás girls please

HELP OH MY GOD??? "Have you lost your mind?" I feel like I just got called out somehow??? that felt like a fourth wall break for me what the fuck man 😭

pablooooooo 🥰

angieeeeeee 💘💝💖💗💓💞

im not sure how i feel about the adults being like yooooouuuuu like himmmm like fuck off man stay in your lane

yeah beto is still high i firmly believe that

MY LESBIANS <3333 WAIT NO NATY MY GIRL 😭

bro this song is shitttttt quit foreverrrr jump of a clifffff i mean whaaat

lmao there difference in audio quality pleaseee its still shit

ludmila queen of bullshitting my loveee

i know that was toxic af but lowkey idc that was so gay they are so cute wtf

angie <3

ohhh don't you fucking dare try to give my wife chemistry with HIM you can fuck right off with that

HELP MEEEEEE "Ramallo, ¿qué significa esto?" THAT LINE DELIVERY IS GOING TO ME STUCK IN MY HEAD FOREVER I'M WHEEZING jade is iconic oh my god

noooo i hate that this is cute 😭okay nevermind it was cute until they stared at each other all weird we don't need to be doing this

okay hate tomás but violetta is so cute when she's flirting i want to squish her awh <3

instead of this passive aggressive "i know you know you know i know" weird ass conversation i think you two should kiss perhaps. maybe

HELP THE 'AMIGA' IN CALLIGRAPHY ON THE SCREEN RIGHT AFTER I SAID THAT damn this show really said fuck them gays huh

if they're rich why is the house so damn thin

jade is kinda real for that

ludmila is definitely evil but she's a fucking genius likeeee how did you think of that "face the wind" GIRL

WELL THAT WAS CERTAINLY AN EPISODE. WOW. OKAY. we're back 😎

[danidoesathing]

📚💛🔮 for your ask game?

📚 Is there a fanfic or fanfic writer you recommend?

Lord Huron wise there ain't much out there and they're scattered across tags, but there's definitely a few!

Both under a very bad sign by Blancwene and walk out of the cosmic fog into a new life among the stars! by Biolumenesce are really good surreal VN fics that explore more of the vibes of the album as well as the story (pre-movie).

There's a couple more vibe/song centric ones like At the Edge of the Woods by Wasuremono (a yawning grave fic with an original story) and Immortal by Gheyn (la belle fleur sauvage with a fairytale style/elements).

Roubki's Secret of Life is pretty good too! It's a post-VN fic that takes place right after the events of the movie, that follows Buck (and Johnnie, whose still hanging around as a ghost) as he's more or less forcefully adopted by the World Enders. It's very fun and silly and im in love with it so far.

I'd also very much recommend eosofthedawn/foolofatook001's Strange Tales series. It's the different stories of LH in the format of TMA statements. It's three in as of now, two of which are Dead Man's Hand (One from Johnnie's perspective and the other from Buck's) and one for the Stranger MV with the Not!Them. I'd seriously recommend it whether or not you like TMA, those are really great i adore these.

and while I haven't gotten around to reading it yet, Vide Noir: Consciousness Neutralizer by every_eye_evermore is a crossover fic with the Murderbot Diaries books, which (i think) leans and meshes into the sci-fi elements of both series. I've read aster's writing before and can full recommend his stuff!

💛 What is the most impactful lesson you’ve learned about writing?

do whatever you want forever (seriously just. stop giving a shit. you'll feel so much better)

get weird with it

creating a writing discord server just for yourself is a good way to organize your shit

get a beta (still working on this one myself)

for the love of god if you're stuck and want to write the next sentence/scene/paragraph just skip to that. get that shit down further down the page and worry about connecting it later

🔮 Any advice for writers working through burnout or writer’s block?

oh god im not the person to ask for this. i get stuck all the time but uh. ill default to point 5 again because a lot of the time when i get stuck. if you're got the vibes for one scene you're not at yet just....go and get what you can for that scene down while the coffee is still hot.

Alternatively just. get out of the physical space you're writing in. Go to a cafe or restaurant or park or anywhere with free wifi and try it out there. sometimes the brain has different modes its in, like at school is "School mode" at work its "work mode" and home is usually "Rest mode" so just getting out of the house and somewhere new allows for the brain to slip back into that writing mode easier. There's a cafe near my house and going up there to write has been a huge help for my progress (although its not great for my wallet, but hey its good coffee)

if it's more "i cant write at all" you just gotta....wait it out i guess? go out and do something you like and stop thinking about it. the more you worry about getting back to writing the worse it'll get (for me anyway). you cant force yourself out of a writers block usually, so let it pass in due time. remember you're doing this for fun, so let it be fun!

[dinitian]

alenia Yogyakarta serta serak sorai nyata; life lately

Been workin on some words dedicated for my thirteen happy pils, that are my classmates when I lived for 10 months in Yogyakarta. But it stucks and sucked to be exact. LOL. Then I come with this eventually. The feeling of fear and do not wanting to let go of (mostly) happy moments I had there, was the red line of my writing.

Well then, can I now letting that go? I dont think I can. Maybe it is a sign that it must have been a really good memory I want to keep forever. Instead of letting go and busy thinking how to let that go, better to live with it. Play along, hold it. But not too tight so that I can freely doing whatever I do without feeling pressure.

Alenia Yogyakarta will have its own deep meaning for me and maybe only me knowing of how big it is to deal with. Well, thank you for letting me know the other side of me. Being student in this age and at that moment, being vulnerable, having a brand new surrounding, met new people (that now become friends) and the list goes on and on and on. All that have shaped me who I am today. The life chapter that I did not expected and planned turns out being the best one.

Now that I already at home after almost fourteen years living outside, make me thinking on many aspects of life that never been on my mind before. One of them is spending time together with parents. Living on daily mundane life of online-german teacher, just zooming my life away every nite, can make me puke on some sort of point. But that is life!

How many people needs the job I do today and do not have the chance to. I should be more thankful. Well, I do. But the boring dull and lacking of variations activities just burn me alive.

Thus I just figured out on how Allah make me realize that He loves me through the people I long time can not meet. They are still there, loving me by staying there, standing, seeing without necessarily touch me. Evidently having a fortunate time to talk to and sharing life updates. It warms my heart to (again) meet wonderful human who are close enough to see that they are care. They dont judge me.

It is kind a unmatch on what I experienced lately. I was asked by a close friend that I think we are adjacent enough because of our 13 years of being bff. But I think it was not. He popped up a massage that asked on how am I feeling if he told the other friend of my marriage update. Oh I just pissed off until I have no words but TERSERAH. Surprisingly he still confront me on is it okay to still saying it or not. FUCKING HELL UP TO YOU.

Oh Lord, forgive me.

Another awkward feeling that happened lately. We were sitting, eating, laughing, telling stories and shits, joking and what not. Then he just said the word to me, on me, in front of me and our friends. I just had heart attack actually but I decided to continue laughing. OH FUCK. To get cursed by your (thought) close friend was just that hurt. But I know it is life, after all. You can not only taste its sweetness but also you have to taste the bitterness too. To make it balance, they say!

All and all for those who happen in need of learning new languages or wanting to take German Certificate. I am available. Call me soon! Am a B2 ECL Certificate holder, btw. Hihi. Love love. Peace out!

[octogramsmiles]

ow ow ow fuck why did I do that to myself

hey sweetie I'm just like you now

Hey you remember the cold basement floor

and the dark lights

aand hte little flame in your hand as you singed the blade

and the markings up and side and across and side and down and on and on until the mark was carved into your flesh

And you remember the tug fo flesh as you pulled the knife across the open wounds

criss cross on the skin, getting stuck in the flap of flesh and making you wince

It didn't hurt as bas as you thought

if you weren't a coward you would have cut deeper

till your little belly was ready to burst out of the gashes

But you insisted on thin cuts methodical cerminoical symbolic of the stranglehold she had over you

how old were you, do you remember?

HOW FUCKING OLD WERE YOU

I'm so fucking glad they touched me. I'm so fucking happy to be this broken. I can see them watching me wherever I go. You set me up. YOU fucking made me like this. Thank you. Thank you. Your singeing scalding burning hands follow me every fucking step I take and I just KNOW KNOW KNOW YOU DON"T EVEN REALIZE IT. YOU DON'T REMEMBER ME. YOU DON'T KNOW HOW BADLY YOU FUCKED ME UP

FUCKING FIVE YEARS OLD. FUCKING FIVE YEARS OLD. FIVE FUCKING YEARS OLD. THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU oh good lord thank you for fucking ruining me so young the loud clap of leather and the blood and the threats and the fucking pleading and the terror that at any moment it all goes away. I know I know I know you fucking saw right through me I fucking know you could see into me see my miserable evil soul see that I was going to fucking hell to burn and suffer forever.

And when I cry and cry and cry to the priest that I'm a tainted sinner with a body fucking ruined he fucking feels me up and tells me he can make it okay. thank you THANK YOU THANK YOU FUCKING 1 INCH THICK WALLS OF PLASTER BETWEEN ME AND MY CLASSMATES TO FUCKING SCARED TO SAY ANYTHING THANK YOU THANK YOU

eht fucking blood dripping down my leg right now. its for you its for you for you that did this to me for you that broke me for me and you and everyone else my warm wretched intoxicating blood is for all to enjoy, splattered on cool tile or asphault or sharp rocks in the woods

I know it's coming. I know it's close. I CAN SEE IT COMING I CAN SEE IT COMING I CAN SEE IT COMING I CAN SEE IF FUCIKING COMING ITS COMING FOR ME AND I FUCKING KNOW IT ITS COMING AND I"LL BE READ Y FUCKING READY TO RFIGHT AND DIE AND BURN AND SUFFER AND ILL FIGHT AND ILL BURN AND ILL DIE AND ILL SUFFER I KNOW ITS ALMOST HERE I JUST KNOW IT I KNOW IT I SEE YOU I SEE YOU I SEE YOU I SEE YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU I SEE YOU I KNOW YOURE THERE YOU FUCKING REASE ME HEN IM LIKE THIS AND I FUCKING JUST KNOW JUST KNOW JUST KNOW YOURE WAITING FOR ME TO LOOK AWAY WAITING FOR ME TO MESS U P WAITING TO FUCKING WRAP THOSE FINGERS AROUND MY FSTUPID FUCKING THROAT AND KILL ME

: ) : ) :) :) HI HEY HELLO HI HEY HI HEY hell o hi hey hello hi hey hellow ha ha ha hope you'fre fucking happy you freak i know exaclty how much this hurts but it's exactly what you deserve awalys tryng to blame this shit on other people its so easy isn't it going though life guilt free oh the touched me oh they hurt me oh they showed me stuff they shouldnt good good good good fucking grow up and stand up and liten to yourself right now you bleeding whining stupid whore yourte the fucking wretch youre the fucking pervert youre the fucking miserable child who never outgrew her fucking delusions hello hello hello hi hi hello youre happy arent you fucker this makes you happe smile for me fucker smile so so wide smile for me fucker smile for me so wide youre so happy so so so happy~~~ so happy ~~~~~~~ you just know it ~~~~~~ so fucking happy hello hi hello hi you're so you you toy you yo u oyu oyou ooyou uoouoyuoytouytruotyr o

[raynavan]

oh ho! now yall get to see just how chaotic my brain is hguroehgbolerdhn (i apologize in advance- i have a lot of ideas but i'm TERRIBLE at finishing)

thanks for the tag jedi!

writing (in order of when i last looked at them): -Pokémon transformers but stuck (this is the spinoff doc of "Pokemon transformers" or as y'all will know it as "transmogrification" lol) -ieytd HYDRA (collab, and not in the submas fandom) -dmc but worse (a spin off of status effect: puppeted) -Face Paralysis -Reunion but they are both old -Clans in Unova -Forced zoro ing -Sneasler goes into the shredder -Volo Accidentally summoned a train (or as y'all know it as: Wrong Railing) -inky go bork time (<- cant share anything about this one) -Ingo and Akari fam <3 -Aaaaah frick here we go again -PLACE HOLD INGO BLAIDD I SWEAR (<- also cant share) -The Thing -Twin dragons in huisi -Accepting the role -ITS ANOTHER BLAIDD GIFT ( <- also! cant share. blaidd's aus steal many of my thoughts) -a beginning -Avoid the tendrils (i don't??? remember writing this???) -Good lord help it H/v but Worse -Fnaf Submas -ingo got sneezed :pensive: -Girls just want to have fun -Heroes/villains -Mind meld -Villains but emmet doesn't know -Warden tales -D.. dojo… (also caused by Blaidd) -whisperer

there is actually! even more! (im. so bad at finishing stuff guys) but this list might go on forever if i don't cut it off haha.

i don't usually name my art, but for the ones i did: -agge -ingo Mural -just ingo and emmet -many slinks -ror 2 wip -Whisp[erer] in a tree

i definitely finish my art more often then my writings lol (or maybe that's just because i usually sketch things in my sketchbook first?)

i know its "tag as many poeple as you have wips" but i uh. dont know that many people hgiuorehgbneolrhnvb so!

@fourphoenixfeathers! @blaiddraws! @blueisquitetired! @ace-trainguys! you four (and also jedi lol) have probably caused me the most amount of brainrot, so have at it! (if you want!)

RULES: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Thanks for the (unofficial) tag @nell0-0!

stuff i plan to actually finish:

mom says its my turn on the zoroark angst

oops i did it again

pain and also agony

wip number fuckin FOUR

number 6

ichiban ramen

it's not easy being green

stuff i will likely never finish:

beep boop

dj got us fallin

YOU RAISE ME UUUUUUUUUUP

i don't name my drawing wips, so, can't list those. i hereby tag @ingo-ingoing-ingone and anyone else who wishes to participate!

[thefanficmonster]

All The Colors

Corpse Husband x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Warnings: Colorblindness, Swearing

Genre: Fluff, Romance, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: The colors are not always seen but rather felt. Just like Y/N feels the colors through their best friend and boyfriend Corpse. That’s how they realize that what they can’t see is the most beautiful and genuine feeling in the world. The feeling of knowing something and someone so deeply.

Requested by my dear friend Lulu, who you might have known as greenieofshield. Unfortunately she’ll never get to read this fic and I’ll never forgive myself for not putting it out sooner but I’ll also never forgive the universe for being so cruel as to take her away so early. She was one of the best people I’ve ever met, always so full of optimism, always there to brighten up my day and make me smile. Always so strong and brave, never falling victim to the hate she received despite not being deserving of it. The world lost an angel the day she died and I as well as so many other people will forever miss her.

Love you and miss you with my whole soul and hear, Lulu. Hope they’re treating you right in heaven ❤

For what it’s worth, Y/N has never asked people to describe the colors to them. In their eyes that seemed like the equivalent of poorly patching up a wound: they could hear thousands upon thousands of descriptions of each color and still wouldn’t be able to imagine it. The descriptions would only make that worse to them. So to avoid feeling even more like they’re missing out they never asked.

However, that doesn’t mean they haven’t developed their own way to ‘visualize’ and imagine colors throughout the years. They’ve tried loads of different methods, few of which stuck around and not for long either. That is exactly why they frequently used to tell their friends: “You can’t paint me a rainbow with black and white and shades of grey and expect me not to feel like I’m missing out on something. Paint me the gloomy sky on a rainy day and only then we’ll be even cause you’re seeing the same greys I am.”

Little did they know how drastically their logic was about to change in the following years.

Speaking of said following years - they met Corpse who became one of their best friends in practically no time. And within just a few months of that friendship’s blossoming, a romance sparked. A romance their friends would jokingly refer to as ‘romance of a lifetime’. Maybe it was said jokingly but Lord knows they weren’t wrong in saying so because the two were completely head over heels for one another -s till are to this day - and never shied away from showing it.

Y/N and Corpse met through Rae who Y/N was staying with while on a little vacation to Los Angeles. To be even more specific here, the two met through a game of Among Us, the game responsible for many wonderful friendships since its release.

“Guys, guys, guys.“ Y/N said after sparking up a bickering session for falsely accusing ‘blue‘ of faking a task in Navigation during the final round for the day, “Here’s a little rule of thumb for whenever we play together again: don’t trust me if I accuse a color instead of a name.“ It’s safe to say that statement rose a few eyebrows in the Discord call, the confusion serving as amusement to them before they explained themself, “Oh, why that is? Hm, I don’t know, maybe cause I’m colorblind.”

Rae who was in on the scheme the whole time and was struggling to hold in her laughter finally snapped while the rest of the players were left processing the information that had been dropped on them.

“But you practically kicked our ass every single round?!“ Corpse said, amazement and confusion in his tone.

“Expect the unexpected from this schemer, take it from someone who’s known them for a decade now.“ Rae said, winking at her friend from across the room. Not failing to notice the blush on their cheeks while doing so though.

“Corpse, are you calling me a good liar?“ They poked a stick at him teasingly, desperately avoiding Rae’s gaze which widened the second she realized why her friend was so flustered by Corpse’s remark.

“Practically a con artist.“ He replied to them with a laugh, earning one from them in return.

And so they practically conned him into falling in love with them with their quick wit, sarcasm and cuteness. If someone is to ask Corpse if he expected to fall for Y/N, he’d probably say yes.

“They were like a magnet the moment they entered the lobby and started talking.“ He said once on a live stream in response to a question he received in the chat regarding Y/N, “It wasn’t hard at all, falling for them. What took me a while was realizing it. While I was referring to them as ‘best friend’ all my friends were rolling their eyes and going ‘Sure, bud.’ Just took me a bit to realize why.”

Luckily, it didn’t take him too long to grasp what his heart was actually screaming at him. Good thing they came to terms with it so soon too, otherwise they would’ve driven their friends insane.

Anyway, enough about what happened and what could’ve happened under one circumstance or another, what matters is the ‘here and now’ of their relationship. And trust me when I say it has never been better and it keeps getting better every day.

The beauty of what those two have is in the tiny every day things that they do for each other, the good morning texts even though the other person in probably just in the kitchen making breakfast while the other cannot find it in them to get out of bed; or it’s laced within the calls between them when neither of them are home or at least one of them is out and about, busy with a task they’ve probably been putting off for far too long. Don’t get me wrong though, the romantic gestures aren’t rare either. Random gifts are exchanged by them on regular intervals but one consistent and super romantic gesture that repeats a few times every year (of the two years they’ve been dating) is Corpse giving Y/N a bouquet of flowers.

A detail Y/N couldn’t help but take notice of was the fact that the bouquet was always made up of the same flowers with only small changes to the arrangement of them and maybe some tiny ones added too. Unfortunately, they aren’t artificial so they couldn’t have kept them thought they wish they could’ve. That being said, it goes without saying that those flowers mean the world to Y/N, the gesture actually - they know flowers are a common gift to give but anything they receive from Corpse is so special and makes them feel like the only person who’s ever received such a gift.

And so they got curious, they had to ask. They had to ask the question they never thought they’d actively ask considering their view of the topic. But they still did.

“Hey Corpse.“ Y/N spoke up out of the blue, breaking the silence that had fallen over them while they watched the movie they were only partially interested in given how exhausted they both were from devoting themselves to their respective tasks and responsibilities throughout the last few days.

Corpse hummed in response, the arm wrapped around their waist doing a little motion as if encouraging them to continue, his gaze immediately traveling down to his partner.

“What color are the flowers?“ They asked, gazing at the bouquet - a gift they had received from him for their birthday a few days prior - in the vase on the dining table.

They waited a few seconds but when they didn’t hear nor feel any sort of response from him they couldn’t help but look up at him. Upon doing so, they saw his small smile as his eyes too remained on the bouquet. “They’re black and white.“ He replied eventually, “Black roses and white daffodils.“ His gaze wandered away from the vase and down to meet theirs, “I don’t want you to think I’m seeing them in their ‘full beauty’ while you only see them in black and white. You are seeing them in their full beauty and not missing out on anything. They are absolutely beautiful black and white as they are.“

As a response to his answer, Y/N couldn’t suppress the growing smile on their face no matter how hard they tried. So they didn’t try at all, they let the smile lighten up their face before speaking up: “You’re a wonder, Corpse.” They said, pushing themself as upright as they could to be able to kiss his cheek. “However, you’re wrong.” They say when they pull away, smirking up at his confused expression, “My world was black and white until you came into it. You’re all the colors, Corpse. Your love’s red, joy’s yellow, sadness blue, chaos green. Love red. You’re all the colors and out of all the people that have tried to describe to me how they look, you have managed to do that just perfectly without even trying.”

Little did they know that’s exactly what he thinks of them - their world is black and white because all the colors live within them. Because they are all the colors.

And maybe they both are, seeing as how they came into each other’s lives exactly like the rainbow after the pouring rain.

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[songbirdsingingthings]

You and Your Everything - Shouto Todoroki x Reader

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of these characters, they belong to Kohei Horikoshi

MHA Masterlist - Main Masterlist

WARNINGS: Your parents being the absolute worst, a few minor curse words, a lil angsty

Requested by Anonymous:

HI i love your writing and i saw that your requests were open? i was wondering if you could do like a shoto x reader but instead y/ns parents are like the opposite of shoto and endeavor? like for an example how shoto wants nothing to do with his dad and and all y/n wants to do is please her parents or make them happy since they never pay attention to her like that? both house holds are still toxic but i feel like thatd be an interesting dynamic

A/N: This was so interesting and cool to write! Obviously, the subject matter was much angstier and sadder than a lot of the stuff I have written, but I found writing this, like, entire paragraph of dialogue of Shouto (you’ll know it when you see it) to be so entirely incredible. I just kept on writing. Thank you so much for this awesome rec!

Word Count: 1.8K

“You’ve reached the voicemail of Kana Y/L/N. Please leave a message. BEEP”

“Hi Mom, it’s me again. Just calling to remind you that third years are allowed to reserve a box for their parents in the Sports Festival arena! I saved one for you and Dad in the front row, which are the best seats in the whole place. The Festival takes place tomorrow, as I told you guys about three months ago so you could put it on your calendars. I’m, uh, looking forward to seeing you again! Love you, bye!” Pressing the red circle that represented an “end call” button, you heaved a sigh and looked through your recent calls. Nine recent calls that your mother had missed within the last three days. Ten that your father had. They’re just busy, you tell yourself, trying to ease your mind. They’re just busy right now, but they had said that they’d come. They’ll come. Your thoughts had consumed you to such a point you didn’t even register the little nudges to your side.

“.../N? Y/N?” You blinked quickly to rid your consciousness of its prior dilemma and turn your head to the side. With heterochromatic eyes blinking fondly at you matched with a slight frown of concern, your boyfriend prompts the same question that had earlier feel upon deaf ears. “Y/N, I was asking if you are alright. You seemed a little… not here when I asked you just a minute ago.” Shouto’s voice, like always, is level, however little hints of emotion always tend to slip in between the cracks of his pronunciations. Like now, for instance, you hear the traces of worry cling onto his words.

“Oh, sorry, I was just leaving a voicemail.” You say simply. The sentence that left your mouth would seem normal to any person that you were friendly with. However, Shouto knew the implications. His shoulders seemed to tense as he took your hand. You squeeze his hand to reassure him. “Don’t worry Sho, they’re just really busy people. I’m sure they definitely carved time out of their schedules to come and watch me. I just need to make sure I get into the tournament round so I don’t waste their time.” You say, laughing a little dryly. Shouto doesn’t smile at the joke you made at your own expense.

“I just don’t get it.” He says, which makes your smile drop into a frown. “Why do you try so hard for them.” Your spine straightens at his words and your grip on his hand loosens. “Y/N, they’re awful people-”

“They’re my parents and I want to make them proud.” You say swiftly, a slight grimace on your face. Silence settles between the two of you, that is, until you feel your phone vibrate in your pocket. Jumping up immediately and grabbing your phone, you take a glance at the caller ID. Your heart sinks as you see it’s a random telemarketer, and click decline call. You look back to your boyfriend, which was a mistake, because his eyes pooled with pity. Not feeling quite right in the space you were in, you grab your school bag and stuff your phone the furthest down it would go. “I’m going to go freshen up before dinner.” You decide, nodding towards Shouto and walking away a bit.

“Do you want me to come with you?” His suggestion on a normal basis would make your face flush and your heart beat a bit faster, however today you just wanted to be alone for a bit.

“No, it’s okay,  I’ll see you at dinner.” You say quickly.

“Y/N.” His grip came softly around your wrist, tugging you back a bit to face him. “I’m… I’m sorry about what I said earlier. I just love you,” he said those last two words a bit softer than the others, “and I want to see you happy.” Butterflies took flight in the pit of your stomach as you held Shouto’s gaze, his heartfelt and earnest words weighing heavily within your heart. Your frown wobbles into a smile as you lean in to place a quick kiss to his cheek.

“I know.”

“Did you see me out there?!” You cheer, careening down the arena hallway towards where Shouto was waiting with open arms. You leapt directly into them and was quickly picked up and spun around in a little circle.

“I did, you were incredible.” Shouto gushes, his cheek squished against yours. You laughed joyously as you felt his arms squeeze you closer to him, your heart racing with both leftover adrenaline from your second round tournament match and the feeling of love from your boyfriend. However, your laughter and the embrace you were tucked into died down when you heard the faint clearing of a throat, causing both of you to turn towards the sound. If you were looking into a mirror, you’re sure you would see your eyes grow to the size of saucers and your jaw dropping just a tad at the sight before you. There, standing about ten paces away, were your parents. Your mother, with her hair tied back in an uncomfortable looking bun with her freshly pressed pencil skirt and matching career jacket. Your father at her side, his suit and pants looking as sharp as ever. And the expressions they held…

“M-mother? Father? You two made it?” You stammer out, dumbfounded at their appearance. “But I, uh, didn’t see either of you in the stands.” You admit, earning a nonchalant expression from both parents.

“Well, with that lackluster performance that you executed, did you really think we would want to show our faces? It’s bad enough our colleagues know of you and all your little failures that you like to categorize as triumphs. Honestly, you really thought that we would want to be on camera for the entire world to see?” Your mother’s bored tone and biting words struck you hard. You felt your spine straighten and your hands stick to your side as you bit the inside of your cheek.

“But… I won.” You said, so soft that the sound of someone’s heartbeat could overpower it. If your gaze wasn’t stuck to your parents’ forms, you would have seen Shouto’s eyebrows narrow, awaiting for the oncoming onslaught.

“Good Lord, you want to call that a win? It makes me wonder how you ever got into this school or passed any physical examination in your class.” Your father’s tone, just as bored and apathetic as your mother’s, sent trembles down your spine. You clenched your fists and jaw to try and prevent crying. But, of course, it was of no use. The tears trickled their way, one by one, down your cheek like raindrops on a car window.

“And you’re crying now. Fantastic.” Your mother retorts, turning her to your father now. “I told you we should have sent her directly to the Hero Public Safety Commission. Would’ve toughened her up in no time-”

“CAN’T YOU SEE SHE’S UPSET?!” You almost didn’t recognize his voice. The soft spoken, pensive Shouto Todoroki that you knew to be your boyfriend rarely got upset. When he did, it was almost always in the middle of a battle or fight, just as he was about to use a special move. But this time, it was pure rage and anger that clung onto his words. Your parents, now sprouting an expression of slight surprise turned their attention to the seething red-and-white haired boy at your side. “All she ever does is work to make you happy. Day and night, twenty-four seven, it’s for you. And now here you come, strutting back into her life with some agenda on how she should fight and how much of a so-called failure she is?! Well screw that! You don’t get to have an opinion when it comes to her! She has been trying to get a hold of both of you for months on end and getting no more than the same damn message from your voicemails, telling her that you’re too busy for her!” Shouto’s face was red now. His fists were balled up and the tiniest flecks of flames were flaking from his left side. “And then, you’re now finally here, and you come with this holier-than-thou attitude! Y/N L//N, your daughter, is the most incredible and capable person I have met in my entire life. The fact that a person like her can rise like a phoenix from the ashes that is your attitudes and parenting styles is a miracle, because in every way, shape and form, she will forever be a marvel. To me, to our classmates, and to the entire world. I just can’t wait to see the look on your sorry asses when the time comes for her to give her thank you speech after becoming the number one hero, and you don’t hear either of your names mentioned once.” The silence is deafening after Shouto finishes speaking. You feel your whole body trembling and can recognize that there are tears falling down past your cheeks, but nothing else. Nothing else, until that constricting feeling that you felt bound to you to your parents’ approval starts to loosen the moment Shouto takes your hand in his. 

“Let’s go.” Your words, merely more than a whisper, is all it takes for Shouto to wrap and arm around your waist as he marches past your dumbstruck parents, towards a private room. The second Shouto clicks the lock shut, you let yourself break down. Sobs racked your body as you clung onto his shirt, his arm, and his love. “They’re supposed to be my parents. How… I can’t even do anything.” You hiccup into his tear-stained gym uniform, the one identical to yours (without the blotches of tears).

“Hey, shh, you’re okay. You’re fine.” Shouto says, his reassuring words grounding you. “You will get through this whole… mess, okay? I know you can. All you need to do is take it one day at a time.” You nod into his chest and let your head lie there as the tears finally started to cease from falling.

“You, uh, probably have to get ready for your match, right?” You sniff, moving one of your hands up to your face to rub at your nose.

“I’m fine here.” Shouto says, wrapping his arms around you. “Y/N, you really were incredible out there. Do not let them make you think otherwise.” You nod again as you feel Shouto begin to play lightly with your hair. “You are enough. More than, in fact. They might think otherwise, but I don’t. I love you, and your smile, and your everything.” You were too fried emotionally to say anything back, but Shouto knew. He knew that it would take time to finally break from your parents’ psychological hold over you and that he would always be there at your side.

[apparentlyaswarmofbees]

Jigsaw Puzzle Bonding Time With The Brothers and Undatables

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Warning: Uncensored Swearing

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If there is something I know that serves as a good bonding time is getting one of those huge fucking Jigsaw puzzles, get a big ass table, sit everyone's butt down and start finding the corners.

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Lucifer

He bought the 2000 pieces cursed jigsaw puzzle for you after a lot of pestering (and the power of puppy eyes)

Helped set up a table in the common room and left you to your own devices, he has work to do.

He is the type that puts in a piece or two everytime he passes by the unfinished thing, refusing to participate the group session but still giving a helping hand.

Sometimes he can end up getting distracted and you may find him standing in an awkward position with a concentrated frown on his face as he tries to find the dammed piece tha t completes the part he is building, leaving the picture unfinished makes his perfectionist self have a nervous spasm.

If you call out his attention he may either (run away) go back to work or actually ask you to join him, teasing you whenever you are struggling and potentially turning the whole thing into too much of a heated atmosphere, like, does he need to sit this close he's basically on your lap-

Overall it is a very de-stressing thing he enjoys.

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Mammon

At first he was skeptical. What fun would a jigsaw puzzle be anyways? It takes too long and it has no purpose at all.

You may need to tell him to sit the fuck down and have a bonding time with you or else he is not going to focus on the thing.

The kind of guy that puts the wrong piece on the wrong spot and refuses to agree that it's wrong. They're all the same colors! How the hell is he supposed to work with this thing?!

He is only good at the corners because the pieces are different from all others, but once it's over he may end up getting a migraine from looking for pieces.

Either way he will still have fun because it's you. Even if it's killing his eyes if you are having fun he is happy.

You guys manage to finish the puzzle somehow.

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Leviathan

This boy loves it.

He may actually get too much into it just like he does with his games.

That said, now you guys have a full fucking collection of completed jigsaw puzzles you can use as decoration for the house or something.

Some of them are most likelly anime themed.

You will never finish a 10000 pieces jigsaw puzzle in so much little time than when you are with him.

He keeps most of the completed puzzles as if trophies in his bedroom, afterall, they were made with you!

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Satan

The nonchallant casual puzzle builder

The moment you sit down with him around the pieces, this man becomes a multitasking chatterbox.

He can easily finish big jigsaw puzzles in one single day, but he takes his time just so that he has some quality time with you~

It turns into a really fun experience specially since Satan isn't imune to mistakes but because he is very knowledgeable it just makes it more ridiculous.

You will catch him stopping on his tracks out of nowhere as he has to give the current piece he is holding a second, long glance.

Then he will proceed to glare at it and put it aside, he may look okay and back to normal but oh he is definetelly going to find where that one single fucking piece fits even if it is up Lucifer's ass.

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Asmodeus

Another multitasking chatterbox

Probably won't stay for too long, those pieces dry his skin and make his nose itch.

He's actually pretty good at it tho, seeing he most likelly has a good eye to spot color differences and such.

Will use the bonding time to spill the tea and trash others, but further into the session he may get relaxed enough to actually spill out some of his genuine feelings and emotions.

Puzzle bonding time may become a way for you both to have quality time together in a private setting that doesn't involve anything frisky.

He will flirt with you tho, it's part of the package. You signed up for it the moment you made the pact.

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Beelzebub

Choose the themes wiselly, if any of them resemble food he will eat the pieces.

Taking that out of the way, he enjoys it. May actually end up taking it too seriously and actually refusing to go sleep to finish the thing.

You will also get the experience to see Beel grabbing food and eating it without using his hands. He doesn't want to dirty the pieces afterall.

He is an average puzzle builder, but instead of building parts of it outside and only linking it together to the puzzle after it's done he is the type to build in said pictures right into the puzzle itself, picking pieces here and there and helping with many places at once.

Sit on his lap while you guys are at it and he will ascend back to the celestial realm.

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Belphegor

This bitch.

Will not take it seriously at the start.

Have you ever seen a picture of a jigsaw puzzle of a horse but instead of joining the pieces someone just organized the pieces together in the shape of a horse?

That someone is Belphie

There is a garden? He will take all the flower pieces and just, place them there, not even linking the pieces. What do you mean he has to, just because it's filled with empty spaces it does not make is less of a garden, and no he is not being dramatic what do you take him for.

Will actually start to help at some point. He is the type to build the pictures separatedly but just leaving them just where they were supposed to be but not actually linking the pieces to the puzzle.

Expect him to fall asleep at some point, most likelly in the middle of a conversation while holding a piece.

He will slowly fall sideways, let him perish.

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Solomon

Another bitch.

Just like Belphie but instead of putting the pieces on the spots they were meant, he just builds a whole fucking different picture.

Like how the fuck did you make an umbrella with those pieces, there isn't even one in the actual puzzle-

He will use a spell that will make this entire session into something more exciting.

That exciting ranging from being stuck inside the puzzle and bulding it from within to having the actual picture of the puzzle move around as you fucking build it.

He still manages to finish it.

What the fuck are you even Solomon

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Simeon

An asshole.

He is good at it, he knows exactly where the pieces fit, but he will still watch as you struggle with a smile on his face.

Will make so many ominous and mysterious comments the entire thing just feels like you are bulding up an ancient jigsaw puzzle that if ever finished would end the entire world except for you and you would need to live the rest of your days in isolation as you hear Simeon's voice in your mind everytime you make a decision repeatedly asking 'are you sure' with that fucking I-Know-The-Answer-But-I-Won't-Tell-You smile of his-

You take a break from the session because of a minor existential crisis

He decides to actually be normal when you come back and you both have a good time.

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Luke

Excited baby.

He is happy to spend time with you, will most likely bake cupcakes or cookies or some kind of snack for you guys to eat while at it.

Will get grumpy at some point because his eyes are getting tired and its making all pieces look the same.

He is so proud once it's finished tho.

Make it an re ocurring thing, finishing hard jigsaw puzzles always puts an extra layer of pride to his steps.

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Diavolo

Finding a spare time to spend with the demon lord is difficult, but thankfully whenever he is free he is happy to invite you over, specially if now he can use finishing the puzzle as an excuse.

He takes his sweet time. The puzzle is indeed basically an excuse to spend time with you so he won't make much effort, opting to talk while he casually looks at the pieces, mesmerized by them, and takes forever to actually link them, if at all. (He has grabbed one and just placed it back down many times).

He will have a bittersweet smile in his face with every completed puzzle.

He keeps every single of the completed ones as decoration everywhere in the castle.

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Barbatos

Oh the mysterious man.

Is he an expert at jigsaw puzzles? Is he just pretending to struggle to not make you feel bad?

Either way he is having a lot of fun.

Will also use it as an excuse to hang out with you but may not stay too long. More often than not your puzzle bonding sessions were interupted by something urgent or unexpected. Being the demon lord's servant is not easy.

Always has another jigsaw puzzle at ready whenever you guys finish one. It will most likelly have more pieces than the previous one, he likes increasing the difficulty of things.

Drinking tea while building jigsaw puzzles together at the dinner table? This is where you find it

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(Shout out to my best friend who gave me a 1500 pieces jigsaw puzzle as a birthday present that served as inspiration for this post)

[nanagoswife]

Noticing You, Noticing Me

Chapter Nine

Summary: Reader brings Obi-Wan to the village of Naboo for the Festival of Light

W/C: 2.8k

Warnings: none?

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As you slowly regained consciousness, you never thought you could feel so comfortable. Your head was resting in the crook of Obi-Wan’s neck as your body was pressed to his. The small tickle from his beard was delightful, but you had to keep yourself from giggling so you wouldn’t wake him.

One of his arms was draped over you, his hand resting at the small of your back. His other hand unconsciously held one of yours as it pressed against his chest. It was a gesture that made your heart flutter with happiness.

You moved, careful to not wake him, so you could see his face. It was a look for him that you somehow thought was even more adorable than anything else. Even the look he has when he gets flustered is beaten by this look.

His face was relaxed, peaceful. The hairs of his beard were still relatively kempt, other than the small area that your head was one pressed into. When it came to his hair, it was an absolute mess, but you loved it. The usually perfectly styled strands were nearly all out of place. Some were against his forehead and the pillow while others stuck up in protest. His amazingly golden eyelashes wonderfully laid against his cheeks.

The longer you looked at him, the more you fell in love with him. You had loved him for so long, coming to that conclusion nearly two months ago. It was something that you had only told Padmé. This was one thing that you made her swear not to tell Anakin, and she kept her word.

Gently, you moved your free hand up to push the hairs in front of his forehead away. You couldn’t help but smile as you did it, then resting your hand on his cheek.

As you did, though, your attempts to not wake him seemed to fail. His lips curled into a soft smile as he gently squeezed you with the arm draped over you. Soon after, his eyes opened only for him to squint as the sun glared in his eyes.

“Good morning, dearest,” he grumbled, pulling you ever closer to him.

“Good morning, Obi,” you replied, now tracing gentle circles on his cheek with your thumb. He hummed in contentment and you couldn’t help but admire how grumbly his voice was.

For a minute, you couldn’t help but stare into the sparkling cerulean blues. The sun that was making its way back into the sky made his hair burn in an even more amazing shade of red. It didn’t matter that it was an absolute mess. In your opinion, he looked even more handsome than you had ever thought before.

“I apologize for falling asleep before you were done reading,” you said quietly, earning you a small grin.

“No need to apologize, darling. It just means we’ll have to do it again.”

With the hand that rested at your back, he brought it to rest on top of yours on his cheek.

“I guess it does,” you whisper, smiling at the feeling of his hand on yours.

Once again, you hardly noticed how you had started moving closer to him. You would’ve said you were pulling him closer, but you weren’t. He was moving towards you, shifting slightly for a better angle.

All you could focus on was him. The way he looked was no longer at the forefront of your mind. Now, all you thought about was how much you loved him. How you never wanted another life other than the one that he’s been a part of. How he truly makes you feel seen like you never have before.

Obi-Wan was now partially hanging over you, his eyes searching yours as his beard could just be felt against your lips. You felt as he released a breath, letting it fan over your lips.

Then, a knock disrupted everything once again.

Groaning in annoyance, Obi-Wan dropped his forehead against yours as he slumped his broad shoulders, keeping himself propped on an elbow. You couldn’t help it. You laughed because of course this happened. Every time you got this close to finally kissing him, something or someone disrupted it all.

But then you remembered, “It must be Padmé. In her defense, she’s on time.”

Obi-Wan chuckled. “As always, you are correct, my dear.”

Lifting himself up and away from you, the two of you get out of the bed. You don’t want to, but you have to. You can’t just let your friend stand out in the hall forever.

Before Obi-Wan opened the door, he put on a tunic, leaving it untied. A part of you wanted to let your fingers glide over his chest again, but you had to go. Plus, that could possibly go too far, almost like it did the night before.

“I’ll see you in a couple hours,” you say as he opens the door.

“See you then, my dear.”

Before you leave and join your friend, the two of you share a smile. Padmé has to break you out of the moment so that you can get back to your room unnoticed. Or, at least out of this hall. It was a normal thing for you and your friend to walk around before getting properly dressed.

“Please tell me you’re going to divulge what happened last night. I can tell that there was with the way the two of you looked at each other,” your friend said, linking her arm with yours.

As you looked back on it, you smiled fondly, watching the floor as you walked.

“I’m sorry, Padmé, but I don’t think I will this time.”

The disappointment on her face almost made you laugh. But, you wouldn’t tell her. What happened was something you wanted to keep just between you and him. Well, at least for the time being.

-

Padmé was the one to transport you to her home village. Although it wasn’t far, one of the villages that lay basically right outside the castle, she brought a book to read. It gave you and Obi-Wan a moment to enjoy each other’s company.

The whole way you had leaned against him, one of his arms wrapped around your shoulder. Once every so often he would press a light kiss to the top of your head. Every single time it caused you to look up at him and smile. You wanted to tell him how much you loved him, but it was not the time. Although you love Padmé very much, that’s a moment that you don’t want an audience for.

“I think you’re really going to like this,” you whispered.

“I’m sure I will. Especially since I’m with you,” he replied, causing heat to grow in your cheeks.

You watched as Padmé peaked up from her book, smirking as she did.

For the rest of the trip, you snuggled even more into Obi-Wan. It didn’t help that he was just so… comfortable.

As you were rolling into the village, excitement filled you. You left the comfort of Obi-Wan so that you could look out of the window. The excitement and celebration was in full swing as you watched everyone put up last minute decorations. Kids were running through the streets, some trailing streamers behind them as the rest chased.

The closer you got to the center of the village, you could hear music playing. It only further heightened the joy everyone was feeling as they gathered. This was a time of year where everyone could just have fun and see the lord that owned the land and his family. Not only that, but it brought you, the only royal who attended every year. Anakin tried to attend, but, like now, he had duties that he couldn’t reschedule.

When the carriage stopped, you could hardly contain yourself. You had to force yourself to wait for your two companions.

Although you restrained yourself, it seemed like others could not. Almost as soon as you stepped out of the carriage, a group of children came running up to you, all calling out your name for your attention.

You crouched down to greet them when suddenly one particular little boy pushed his way to the front. He had dark hair and bright blue eyes that always had a glint of innocent optimism.

“Christian, what have I told you about patience?” you said with a small chuckle.

The little boy’s cheeks went red in embarrassment as he looked at the ground. “That I need to wait my turn.”

“And why?”

“Because everyone gets their turn and I’ll get mine even if I’m not the first,” he said, slightly mumbling as he held his arms behind his back, twisting from side to side.

“There’s a good lad. Now, where’s Daisy?”

Christian’s shoulders seemed to slump even more in embarrassment. “She’s the one being patient.”

You chuckled as you looked up at the rest of the group of children. This group held eight, including Christian. When you caught a glance of his sister, you flashed her a smile before turning to the rest of the group.

“So, how excited are you for today?”

Your question was met by a chorus of excited cheers. The smile on your face grew as you listened to them.

During all of this, you hadn’t realized that the carriage had already left. Padmé also had left as she had her own things to do for this day. This left Obi-Wan standing behind you, watching this whole thing, now catching the attention of the group.

“Princess Y/N, who’s that?” Daisy asked as she pointed at Obi-Wan.

As you looked back at him, his eyes met yours and his expression softened more than you thought it ever could. You gestured for him to join you. With no hesitation, he did.

“Everyone, this is Prince Obi-Wan Kenobi of Coruscant.”

All of their eyes went wide. Coruscant was one of the largest and most influential kingdoms, and to have the prince here blew their minds. Even Christian, who sometimes seemed unfazed by certain things, had his jaw dropped.

Daisy, who had maintained her position in the back of the group, now made her way to the front with a smile. She held out her hand to Obi-Wan as she said, “Nice to meet you, Prince Obi. My name’s Daisy.”

You smiled at that. She always was more mature for her age, but she still had her young innocence.

Obi-Wan smiled as he shook her hand. “Nice to meet you Daisy. And who might the rest of you be?”

One by one, they all introduced themselves to the prince. Of them all, Daisy seemed quite drawn to him and it was the most adorable thing. For a fleeting moment, you thought of what it would be like if you had a daughter with him…

The thought was quickly pushed to the side as the group started begging for you and Obi-Wan to tell them a story.

“Oh, I think that should be left to Princess Y/N, I’m not a great storyteller,” Obi-Wan claimed. You knew that not to be true and you could tell that the kids didn’t buy it. The looks on their faces gave that away.

“Please, Prince Obi. Princess Y/N could help you. We did say we wanted both of you to tell it,” Daisy said, earning a soft smile from Obi-Wan.

The rest of the group chimed in to convince him and you watched as his resolve quickly broke. How could he resist? Especially when this is the sort of thing that he experiences back at home.

“Alright, alright,” Obi-Wan said with a chuckle, now earning a cheer from the group.

Turning to you, he gestured for you to start a story. You were sure to choose one that he would know as well.

As the story went on, you subtly let Obi-Wan tell the story more and more. It got to the point where he was practically the only one telling it as the children looked on.

Christian sat in your lap as he paid rapt attention to what Obi-Wan was saying. Gently, you stroked the young boy’s hair. Daisy had also come up to you, sitting next to you and leaning against you.

These two children may not have been yours, but sometimes it felt like it. Their mother, Mary, was always delighted to see how attached they were to you. It made you wonder if she still had her little lantern stand she usually had. She always had the best ones.

-

Obi-Wan couldn’t help but feel his heart swell as he watched you with Daisy and Christian. The way they clung to you and acted with you would make someone assume they were your children.

Either way, as he continued telling the story that he noticed you left him to, he thought about what it would be like if he had children with you. The way you were with children was a sight to behold. He could now see why they were so drawn to you.

He envisioned himself with you and two children just like Christian and Daisy. The way you were stroking Christian’s hair, soothing him as Daisy sat so comfortably with you. It was a wonder the thought didn’t distract him from the story.

It all gave him hope for the future. He only hoped that he could live up to the reputation you had with children. The feeling only grew as he finished the story.

-

Without a single protest, Obi-Wan finished the story.

“It’s over?” Christian protested from your lap. The whole group groaned as Obi-Wan nodded.

“Now, now, everyone. You all know that it’s one story per visit,” you announced to everyone. They all nodded but that didn’t take away the look of disappointment they all had. No matter what, they would always hate your rule of only one story per visit.

It wasn’t long until the majority of the group got distracted by something else. You heard something about being the last to the Maypole, but that was all you heard.

All of them were gone except for Christian and Daisy. For Christian, he didn’t want to let go of you. Instead, he only seemed to cling to you tighter.

“Christian, I can’t stay here all day,” you said with a chuckle. You saw his eyes go bright as his eyebrows raised, the telltale sign that he was coming up with an idea. “And no we’re not having a sleepover.”

Daisy giggled from her place beside you at her younger brother’s reaction. For a moment, you caught a glance at Obi-Wan. The fondness seemed to be radiating from him. Whether it was from the children or something else, you couldn’t tell. All you knew is that, when his eyes met yours, there was so much warmth in them. It was a look that reminded you of the way Anakin looked at Padmé.

“Oh, you should see momma! She would be so happy to see you,” Christian suddenly blurted out, drawing your attention back to him.

Daisy rolled her eyes. “We should let Princess Y/N and Prince Obi be. Prince Obi hasn’t even seen the festival yet!”

Obi-Wan chuckled, kneeling next to Daisy. “It’s quite alright, young one. You two are quite the introduction.”

You watched as the little girl blushed and giggled as Obi-Wan booped her nose. It was quite adorable seeing Daisy flustered like that.

“Well, if your momma has her usual lantern stand, then that actually will be a good start to the festival, now wouldn’t it?” you asked the two children. Christian nodded enthusiastically immediately while it took Daisy a moment before she shared the sentiment.

The boy that had been sitting in your lap bolted up. “Well then, come on!”

Making eye contact with Obi-Wan, you both chuckled. Daisy was trying to tell her brother to slow down as he started to run off.

When it came to you and Obi-Wan, he was only just helping you to stand as the two ran off.

“You know, Christian reminds me of what I was like at that age,” Obi-Wan mused out loud as you linked your arm with his.

“Oh really? Does that mean you would still be drawn to me?” you asked with a teasing lilt.

Obi-Wan chuckled. “I think I’d be drawn to you in any lifetime, darling.”

Now you were the one getting flustered. He never failed at making you go speechless and stuttering over your words. The feeling of heat in your cheeks almost always seemed to exist whenever he was around.

When he saw your state, he couldn’t help but chuckle once again. “Now, shall we follow the two younglings, or shall we be left to find this stand on our own?”

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