#let the nerdiness commence

[chipmunkweirdo]

This picture has a background at LAST! I added Jeanette and Eleanor too! I have also attached it to chapter 56 of Journey To Excelsior.

This was a very difficult endeavor. I usually don’t break up my art projects across several days, but this one required it. I just don’t get enough time to sit down and draw un-interrupted nowadays. I’ve had to shift my approach. But I STILL MANAGED THIS! I am proud!

[caktusjuice-draws]

Taking drawing suggestions for

Paulkotho

Lindanephim

and Tedkaraxis today

[rottenherbs]

From Night One // N.L x Ilvermorny! reader

Word count:1.4k

Summary: You were a transfer student from Ilvermorney, a whole new country, a whole new set of rules, and a whole new school. Luckily for you, you bumped into the sweetest boy to show you around. 

Author's note: I love little nerdy boys!! I hate that people make the more shy awkward ones so confident like babies. Let's make the image a little realistic. Anyways, my first Neville one! Love love love. Please enjoy. 

Much love, Saige 

[masterlist]

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This was honestly a nightmare. Changing schools in your 5th year was not ideal, but so wasn't your mom having to transfer to the European division of muggle management. Her work in the Americas was noteworthy and she was sought out by many higher officials. But she wanted to wait until you were older to feel more comfortable sending you to a new school. Begrudgingly you were a little excited about the prospect of having the opportunity of a first impression to so many new people. But would they care for the Americans? 

Standing at the back of all the little first years, you wait to get sorted. They’re heads barely made it to your shoulders but you felt out of place; like a sore thumb towering over their little bodies. You could hear many students whispering about your presence and questioning who you were. 

“I just have to get sorted then I can move on.” You thought to yourself. There was nothing you could do about being the center of attention for a night. Act like a first year and just get it over with. After ten agonizing minutes it was your turn.  You took a seat and attempted to keep your eyes on the brim of the hat, not looking out into the crowd. The students hushed as the sorting hat spoke. 

“Mmm they told me of an Ilvermorny student. One of the Pukwudgie houses. A house that values the heart eh?” The sorting hat echoed across the hall. You couldn't help but shut your eyes in embarrassment. You swore the hat could read your thoughts. 

“Independent yes, determination yes,” It continues. 

“Please just pick.” You whisper to the hat. The moment was going too long and you felt your hands become clammy. 

“Mmm but a lack of patience..” It adds. You sigh and roll your eyes taking a moment to look out to the crowd. Hundreds of pairs of eyes met yours as you bounced around the four tables. 

“You shall succeed in Gryffindor!” The room erupts into hollers of excitement and disappointment. As the hat was taken off your head, a wave of unexpected commencement started at the Gryfindor table. As you walked down you couldn't help but smile at all the students happily accepting you to their table. You looked around, slightly panicked as you realized there weren’t really any seats for you.  A wolf whistle caught your attention directing you towards a mismatched group of kids. Two tall red head boys waved you over practically shoving the students next to them to make room for you. You walked over and the clapping came to a close as Professor Dumbledore made his way to the podium.

”thank you thank you” You whispered bowing dramatically to the group as you sat in the small open seat. You tried your best to get comfortable and turn towards the front of the hall. The boy in front of you scooted over to the best of his ability and smiled softly back at you. 

“Welcome to gryffindor.” He whispered back at you. You smile at him in acknowledgment.

”My name's Neville.” He started, turning hand and stretching out his hand towards you. You grabbed before he continued - “your y/n of course. You getting sorted up there and everything. I remember my sorting. Scary stuff. I almost passed out but..” He mumbled slowing after a little bit. “Sorry. I ramble. But you did great.” He smiled awkwardly. You just giggled and shook his hand firmly. 

“It’s okay. Haha im glad to be here.” You smile back at him. Maybe this won’t be too hard. 

——

 After the professor spoke and welcomed all of the new students in, a beautiful feast appeared magically on the table. You enjoyed the company and conversation around the table, becoming more relaxed. You became enveloped in the group, unbelieving that amongst the students was Harry Potter, but most of your attention was on the boy next to you. You admired how he listened to everyone. You especially noticed how he refrained from speaking or caught himself when he got overtaken by someone else in the group. You found it endearing and sweet. You wished to hear him speak more but it seemed to be just how he was. 

The table conceded to the night and broke off after the plates and dishes were cleared. You sat for a moment longer taking the moment to enjoy the great hall and the architecture. You cracked your head straight up and took in all the little details. You didn’t notice that Neville didn’t rise from his seat like the rest of the students. 

“It's beautiful huh.” He said softly. You looked over at him, his head craned up like yours. You smiled looking back up.

”This place is gonna take years for me to look at everything.” You sighed dramatically. Neville cleared his throat, catching your attention. You looked over at him, his eyes darting slightly around the hall.

”I could show you some cool places! I know a few that some students who’ve been here 7 years have never seen.” He said, chuckling nervously. You turned to face him, your eyes wide. 

“I’d love that.” You got up from the table quickly looking down at him. 

“Let’s go!” You said taking a step out of the table. Neville looked at you not expecting you to be so eager. 

“Oh. Okay! Let’s go!” He clumsily got out of the table. He looked at you for a good moment before realizing he was staring.

”sorry right.” He tucked his head down and walked in front of you to the entrance of the great hall. Once you reached the entrance you started walking next to him, keeping in time with his step. 

Neville was enamored by you. He has met Americans before, but your accent was so smooth in comparison to the standard rough English accents of the countryside. He loved how you said things and listened to you intently during the entire dinner. It was undeniable that you were beautiful and even Ron kicked him under the table smiling and raising his eyes towards you. He wasn’t sure where he was taking you, honestly not expecting you to agree to come along. 

“So. Where is your favorite place toooooooo-.” You walked, tapping your finger on your chin, “your favorite place to sit between classes.” You finish looking over at Neville. You could see the wheels turning in his head. It took him a moment before he turned quickly to the left. 

“I know just the place. Come on.” His body was still a little rigid but his hands swung by his body loosely, more relaxed. You kept up quietly trying to take in the hallways and the moving paintings all around you. Your hand quickly raises and grabs his shoulder lightly. 

“Wait i-“ you started noticing a painting of horses in a pasture. You felt Neville shoulder tense under your touch before softening and turning. 

“Sorry, I just really want to look at this one.” You realize your abrupt stop startled him slightly but he smiled and joined you. You stood shoulder to shoulder looking at the painting. The hallway was silent, only the sounds of the people and animals in the paintings making noise. 

The horses were coming closer to the frame, almost like you could reach out and touch them. But you were mistaken, they had wings.

”Pegasus.” Neville whispered. You looked at him for a second, focusing back on the animals. He was right.

“I’ve never seen one before. Well not like this anyway.” You cocked your head to the side admiring the work of the hills and grass moving and swishing as the pegasus ate. 

“Me neither. I think this is beautiful though.” Neville said, taking small glances at you. You looked over catching his gaze. 

“Yeah I agree.” You smiled, you both lingering a moment on each other. He’d never say but he was talking about this moment, perhaps not the painting. You’d never tell him, but you were thinking the very same thing. 

[aphrodisiac-siren]

Coffee and Cigarettes~

Modern!Aemond X Reader

Summary: When Aemond's date doesn’t go as planned, one of his feisty classmates comes to his aid and manages to catch his eye, and not by her beauty, but mostly by her bold personality.

~my wifey @its-actually-minicika helped with the plot points and she gets loads of kissies for it mwaahh~

Also I'm sorry I went on a small break oops maybe the next chapter will be spicy?👀

Part 1, Part 2

Part 3

"What do you mean you don't see it?"

Aemond scrunched his nose as Y/N brought her hands up to cup his face, squishing his cheeks as she tiled his face to the side for Aegon to see as if his own brother hadn’t any memory of what he looked like.

"Tell me he doesn’t look like Alucard" she asked the older boy, still holding Aemond's face while he tried to wiggle out of her grasp. He wrapped his larger hand around her smaller wrists and she obliged and let go of his reddening face but let her hands drop onto his lap; a subtle gesture that didn’t go unnoticed by Aemond.

"That vampire dude from Castlevania?" Aegon asked as he cocked a brow "I mean I would say yes, when my twat of a brother had his hair all grown out. But I still find it offensive you'd compare this monkey to him"

Aemond only rolled his eye, not too keen on arguing with his brother of all people, but Y/N was quick to respond.

"That's so mean, Aemond is hot"

Aegon chortled at this while Aemond gave her a sly smile, as if he didn’t believe a single word from the sentence that left her lips. And even though she sounded genuine, there was no fucking way she believed what she herself uttered.

Flattery at its finest, he thought.

He picked up his book once again, the one he had been reading before the entire debate of him and Alucard being lookalikes commenced. It was this old book he'd found in a bookstore, dusty and on the 'sale' rack and he wondered how anyone could pass by a book like this one and not want to pick it up and glance through it.

"Put that book down will you?" Aegon rolled his eyes from behind the kitchen counter as he fixed himself a cup of coffee "your obsession with dragons is getting weird now"

"I'm not obsessed" Aemond nonchalantly replied, not bothering to look up from the pages that bore the most interesting information in his opinion. He was well aware his boyish fancy with the mythical creatures would come across as odd and childish to most people but he didn’t really care much about Aegon's opinion and in the few weeks that he'd spent with Y/N, he came to a conclusion that she was not really one to judge someone for things as such.

Either she was too nice or just didn’t care.

"Dragons huh" She leaned closer and Aemond was expecting for her glance into the book but she instead rested her head in his lap as she examined the cover of the book he held from underneath "what's your favourite kind?"

"Oh god, don’t tell me you’re just as much of a nerd as he is" Aegon called out and Y/N simply rolled her eyes in response as she flipped him off to which Aegon responded to by sticking out his tongue "they're all the same. Large lizards with wings"

"Not exactly" Both Aemond and Y/N said at the same time and while the younger Targaryen brother took a moment to ponder over their perfectly synchronised response, Y/N continued to talk, as if their chorus of an answer did not fascinate her.

"There are European dragons, wyverns and Asian dragons" she spoke aloud as she traced the cover of the book, hoping that Aemond had a good grip on the book or else it would fall right onto her face "each one differs from the next. Did you know that-"

Aegon let out a dramatic groan as he plugged his ears shut like a child throwing a tantrum.

"You like dragons?" Aemond asked even though the answer was pretty obvious. He just never thought she of all people would be interested in something like this that most would term as nerdy.

"Duh" Y/N replied, now rather eager and enthusiastic about the conversation taking place "I had this one book when I was a kid by Earnest Drake and-"

"Not another word or I'll change my opinion of you being one of the cool kids"

"I am, regardless of what you say" the girl instantly retorted "dragons are pretty cool"

Aemond grinned at this, as if it was a compliment directed straight at him and not the bloody dragons that he was reading about. Furthermore, he was rather impressed and surprised in equal measure, that she of all people would have any remote knowledge about dragons.

The boy all of a sudden felt himself smiling even wider and he wanted more than anything to go on a whole-ass rant but he kept his composure so as to not frighten her off with his enthusiasm for the winged beasts.

He simply shut the book, after placing his bookmark amidst the pages, and gently booped her nosed with the spine of the book.

"Hey" Y/N giggled as she scrunched her nose, fondly looking up at the boy who was gazing down at her with the same level of fondness "what was that for"

"I didn’t do anything" Aemond snidely said as he shrugged, leaning slightly to his right to keep the book back onto the little table by the couch.

All of a sudden he couldn’t care any less about the book. He was far more curious to figure out the pretty girl who's head rested in his lap. What other interests did she have? Did she like literature too? Would she find ancient languages fascinating? Did she like Aemond? What would her lipgloss taste like? Would she moan or whimper if he-

What-

Aemond's eye widened at his own thoughts. Why the fuck would he even think of-

Stop it Aemond, He scolded himself inwardly she's your friend.

"What" she asked again with a smile as she looked up at Aemond who had momentarily zoned out and then tried to play it off by clearing his throat in a completely not-an-awkward way.

"I mh- nothing, just zoned out" Aemond said in his monotone voice that Y/N was slowly starting to find adorable rather than daunting.

"Just zoned out" she repeated and for a moment Aemond was willing to bet she had read his thoughts despite how ridiculous and impossible the probability of that happening was.

To his contentment, all she did was hum and get comfortable in his lap.

"Movie?" she asked aloud and Aegon shot her a thumbs up as Aemond nodded in agreement.

The silence that accompanied them as they scrolled through Netflix lasted only about a few seconds before each one tried to argue and pick the film they liked best. It was like a classroom full of toddlers who had gotten into a heated debate over who their favourite superhero was.

"We're not watching some shitty ass rom-com" Aegon blew a raspberry "we're going to watch a class-A horror movie"

"Absolutely not" Y/N snapped "you didn’t even hear me out to see which movie I picked"

"I think Hacksaw Ridge is the best pick" Aemond snatched the remote before Y/N could, which resulted in the girl pouting just to see if it would make Aemond submit to her.

It didn’t.

"Nice try" He chuckled which then only made the girl more irritable. She continued to stare at him, her gaze almost burning into his soul as she inched closer and closer until her chest was borderline pressed against his, her nose barely touching his and Aemond knew for a fact that one little move and her lips would collide into his and judging by the mischievous smirk dancing on her lips, she was well aware of it as well.

His heart almost leaped out of his chest when he felt her brush her bottom lip against his own and for those few milliseconds his brain short-circuited. He was about to have a full-blown heart attack but she pulled back and waved the remote proudly in his face that he was holding on to only a few moments ago; which he had absolutely no idea of when she snatched it out of his grasp.

Aemond heard his brother mumble an 'ew' under his breath but he decided not to comment nor give either of them a reaction even though his heart was beating faster. When she turned around to continue her argument with Aegon about the movie, Aemond discreetly swiped his tongue over his bottom lip- right where she'd brushed her own lips.

He softly hummed to himself when he tasted the faintest hint of her cherry lipgloss that she'd left behind in those few seconds of contact and he had to once again scold himself when he caught his brain thinking about wanting to taste more of it.

In the end, Aegon agreed to watch Y/N's choice of movie after they'd watched the horror movie he'd suggested.

Not having any more energy to argue, Y/N and Aemond just agreed.

"Don't worry Aems" she whispered into his ear as they got comfortable under the blankets on the couch "we both can watch your movie after Aeg drifts off to sleep. Or maybe spend the rest of the night in a different way, if you know what I mean"

Aemond's cheeks turned red and he was thankful that the lights were turned off. Y/N didn’t bother waiting for an answer nor did she bother clarifying if she was joking or being serious.

"Cig?" Aegon asked Aemond as he picked one from the pack for himself. The younger brother swiftly took the lone cig from his hand and then the pack which made Aegon sit upright in retaliation "yo what the fu-"

"Not right now" Aemond said sternly as he placed the cigarettes aside and away from Aegon, shooting his thumb in the direction where Y/N was sitting "she doesn’t like it"

Y/N bit the insides of her cheeks to stop herself from smiling; for some reason, she found the gesture cute.

"Simp" Aegon mumbled.

"Shut up" Aemond snapped.

And just to annoy him, Aegon repeated it again, emphasising the 'p' sound at the end that had Aemond groan and Y/N chuckle at their antics.

The excitement that Y/N had when starting the horror movie quickly died down since the movie Aegon picked did not live upto her expectations. The plot was cliché and the jump scares were poorly executed.

"Remind me why we're watching this again?" she asked as she made a face at the pathetic acting.

"Cause the leading actress is hot" Aegon smirked "nice tits"

Y/N rolled her eyes but then again, she wasn’t really surprised by his answer.

"I was more interested in our talks about those books" she whispered in Aemond's ear, making sure to brush her lips against his hot skin "dragons are pretty fascinating eh? Maybe you can show me yours"

Aemond's eye widened and he immediately turned to face her.

"Books" she said with a straight face, inwardly enjoying his abashed reaction to her cheeky statement "I meant you can show me your books on dragons that you have"

"Right" Aemond cleared his throat, quickly looking away from her and back toward the T.V. screen "books, of course"

Aemond wasn’t stupid. He knew exactly what she meant and he knew she wasn’t one to shy away from even doing whatever was on her mind- be it something as innocent as a kiss or something too sinful to even say aloud. The only thing that he found odd was that if he ever found himself in a situation that fell into either of the two categories, he did not seem to mind as long as it was with her.

What caused this sudden change? He couldn’t tell. Perhaps it was her feistiness from that day at the cafe or that underneath all of her ferociousness was a girl who was just as much of a geek as him and didn’t give two fucks about it.

Was he starting to like her? Probably.

Should he allow himself to like her? Probably not.

He was well aware he never had much luck when it came to dating and he wasn’t going to allow himself to get his hopes up only for it all to get shattered right to the ground.

But then again, she barely gave him any reason to feel insecure. That was a good sign, right?

Right?

Taglist: @melsunshine @yentroucnagol @alexa4040 @boofy1998 @rorawinters @fan-goddess @howdoichangemynameto

[magicalgardenofhypnosis]

A request by @Ithegingy

It is May 5, 2024 excellent I think checking my Time Machine enable watch mechanism glows on the screen then vanishing from my sight.

Today is his birthday perfect just as planned I tap the screen watching the device fall off of my wrist forming a box in the palm of my hand.

I glee with excitement throwing the ball on to the fully carpet covered room the impact of it hitting the ground erupts in a mid bright light.

Stepping in to the fray he is deeply in heavy slumber after a long day on set so I take my time bidding it I walk to the closet opening it to view.

Getting a gander of the geekiness around him leaves me both perplex and in total type of judgement but I can see he does love tee shirts and jeans.

He loves to build sets, gaming computer but he is still vain I can see the painting he has obviously commissioned of himself prior to my arrival.

The plan is quite simple to actually with

very little effort deeply probe his brain in array of laser colors that maps the brains waves stimulating it in hypnosis waves.

Anyway! I slowly creep on to the bed slowly slipping past him holding the head board I raise myself up and dig in my pockets for the device.

Retrieving it a tiny circular device placing it on to the wall, I press the button let’s blare

a light scanning the room three more exact copies lays on the other three walls.

All four devices radiate light over entirety

of the massive master bedroom bouncing multiple colors schemes the commencing

the brainwashing.

I click the side of my watch then turn it to the side transforming him from the room as he switches him with an entirely new entity into the room.

The man stood in the dark watch the beam of light washes on to his face from all sides of the room and the figure moves a closer to the edge of the board.

In a matter of ten minutes Henry who is half asleep at this point feeling something is off tries to wake up fighting off every urge to

drift back asleep.

Above his bed from a ceiling remote flew in to the figures hands as he smirked with evil intent and he enjoys true power exchange like no other in history.

He excitedly presses the giant red button that is marked induction instinctively his press gets harder as it is layered with a pleasure point.

Reaching the optimal level the devices flip off the wall landing on Henry’s head like a helmet forming in resistance or his fatal retaliation.

The helmet projects a unique screen in a map scenario detailing his brain from top

to stem revealing how it works he checks out remote once more.

Pressing a second button marked dreamy without a thought Henry drops a million times deeper from a garden picnic a hole opens swallowing him whole.

Descending down from the sky a portal is opening falling through his nerdy side of his brain show cases with binary code I created on the wall.

He is left absolutely mouth agape in his and only his poor dark mind adrift with every set of memories he has ever experienced play on autopilot a thousand times over.

Meanwhile! The world past his domain can sense his own self destruction finding his way through the interface he arrives on the main page.

A few more buttons a photo copy appears of Henry Cavill showing how his beautiful masculine features sculpted to perfection some would say.

Name written in it’s officially changed to his bitchy highness Pretty Pussy Boi to his own hysterics it is truly funny for life because he controls him now.

Robotic arms pop from the device feeling him over ripping his clothes from his body then his underwear and seething in pain, pleasure and torture.

His body leaps up sitting on the pillow that is propped up from behind his back he lays on it with a smirk he rolls his eyes up in to his socket.

His eyelids close causing his body senses to go in to overdrive titalating all of his nerves as they send viscous fiery ramps of energy up his spine.

His body shook with his convulsions his cute cock is breaking out springing to life it point to the shy and cums incessantly shooting spurts.

The cum loads on to him each touch causes him an amount exhilarating excruciating pain to no end his body convulses so much more now.

He knew rolling on to his right side, left side back and forth some invisible figure pumps in to him as it humps him harder with even more energy.

The young man climbs on top of him spread on to him his hands touch every crevice of his body in to his hole, on his skin and he is now owned for life.

“Reprogram…reprogram…reprogramming is in processing.”

“Remapping him on your command.”

“Initiate project pussy boi”

“Searching…searching “

“Automatic induction “

“Entering subspace”

“Pleasure principles”

“Body is in bloom”

“Watch the cock “

“It’s sprinting I can see it “

“On your command he will cum”

“CUM”

“Hahahaha “

“Listen to me Henry “

“You are rock hard…I can see it in your pants “

“You can sense it”

“Rock hard…yes”

“You love to be rock hard”

“Permanently hard “

“The cock protrudes always”

“Constantly cumming”

“A never ending “

“Wishing to be touched”

“Need to fuck”

“I want someone to fuck”

“Jump him, fuck him uuuuhhhh”

“So hard as fuck”

“FUCK!”

“PLEASE!”

“Mmmmnnnnnn”

“Activate Pussy Bitch”

“Oh! yes Master FUCK!”

“I NEED YOU”

“FUCK YOU”

“Oooooohhhhhaaaaaahhhhhhh”

“Yes yes yes yyyyeeeeessssssss”

“Pussy Bitch rip me apart “

“Cant think”

“Only fuck”

“Made to fuck”

“Yyyyyeeeeesssssssssssss”

He leaps off the bed on to his new master in heat he stares him down then proceeds to kiss him.

His hands hasty in action begin ripping off his clothes leaving them in shreds his hand forms a palm.

Slipping one finger in at a time hearing his master moan the other hand goes in ready to fist him.

A hour goes by he can’t control himself any longer flicking off his underpants and slip in to his owner’s ass.

“Oh GOD! I can’t keep it in any longer”

“Oh oh oh! Aaaaahhhhhh”

“I am pussy bitch for Master”

The end

[dykeferatu]

hi... i hope you dont mind this but u should talk about taeho and parker.... deathly curious. what're both of their general deals? ik taeho is a tzimisce but not much else otherwise :^)

OF COURSE I DON'T MIND!! i dont think anyones ever just asked me to explain my ocs i usually just babble about them and i assume everyone just goes "who the hell are they talking about" and moves on. unless they are my fwiends who i'm insane abt ocs with on the reg. anyway, thank u so so much for asking!! infodump commences

i'll start with parker because she hasn't had any session yet so her lore is not deep, and since at least one other player will likely read this i can't quite reveal all the fun bits yet! here's the only drawing i have atm. subject to change but this is the vibe

parker (she/her) is a 21 year old skater chick (and lesbian) in the year 2007. she recently had an experience that turned her onto the path of a hunter. one of her friends was attacked by Something a few nights ago. she hit the thing with a bat (she used to play softball :D) but it didn't seem to phase it. at one point when she was checking out the crime scene, she ran into... her old high school english teacher. the victim was 18 and a current student of his, and he was curious about the incident too.

the two teamed up on their investigation and met an occult bookstore owner who took interest and told them she might know a guy who can help. all 4 of them will meet up for the first time in the first session on saturday :>

----

now, taeho..... taeho taeho. shim taeho (he/she) is a south korean cybernetics expert in the year 2077 (so many sevens in these years. that's a coincidence). she was a cybernetic designer/engineer i guess? i don't really know cyberpunk i'll be honest with u. she was also a back-alley ripperdoc. you can only understand so much about cybernetics without installing them yourself :)

(art courtesy of @cradlingsongs)

she made some great achievements in her field, which attracted the attention of a tzimisce, jaeyoon (they/them). jaeyoon was interested in figuring out the mechanics of cybernetics on kindred, so they embraced taeho to be both a lab partner and a guinea pig. they also didn't let taeho leave the haven often because the camarilla was not welcoming to them. he'd only ever fed on their vitae until recently. no hard feelings, though! taeho loves her sire (why yes, he is Mega Blood Bonded, why do you ask?).

their main project together has been developing some sick doc ock tentacles by combining vicissitude and cybernetics. taeho has 2 currently installed. she's a beast with them in combat and it's a delight (when the dice don't hate me...)

anyway, after about 8 years of being holed up with his sire, the city they reside in was attacked by the SI. jaeyoon didn't come home, and taeho was left all alone. she waited, but eventually he knew he had to leave. she fled to the nearby city of seoul.

since it was his understanding that a tzimisce weren't really allowed in the camarilla, taeho decided to masquerade as another clan. and what other clan should she choose but the fucking tremere? look. he knows he has very nerdy energy so she figured she could blend in. plus, he was very curious about blood sorcery. could never quite figure out all that koldunic stuff.

since then she's been eating shit as a cammie scrub in a coterie of other scrubs (or, originally other scrubs. some players have rotated out and now half the coterie is much better off than taeho and the other refugee in the coterie). shenanigans have ensued, most notably for him when he got trapped into a marriage with a changeling that ended in a very messy divorce. uh. taeho may have been marked by the changeling relative that escaped the blood bath. it's fine.

i also have to include that this particular chronicle is, honestly, very horny. which is a lot of taeho's fault (but not entirely... *side-eyes lavender and her regnant*). for some reason his autistic swag is so strong that she has gotten laid THRICE since we started playing. none of the other pcs have done that even once... you'd probably expect the mafia girlboss or the sexy lasombra who takes every opportunity to take his shirt off to be pulling more, but you'd be wrong.

in recent events: a couple sessions ago taeho reunited with her sire! he cried like a baby, finally got to do some fleshcrafting (she had been feeling very trapped in this form... had a bit of a gender crisis. he's still figuring out exactly what's going on in that regard but hey the egg has definitely cracked, hence the new set of pronouns), and then had some. fun times. with her beloved sire. unfortunately, due to reasons, he can't stay with them. also they've been cursed somehow so taeho has to figure that out now. it's fine.

more recent events: taeho's regent/mentor seems to be reaching his limit on tolerating taeho's secretiveness. he's known that taeho has been lying about her clan since, like, almost the start. this regent is a very unusual tremere, and didn't immediately reveal taeho. in fact, he didn't even force taeho to tell him anything. he had already decided to take him under his wing, so that was that.

last session though he got a little fed up with the lack of trust. taeho tried to counter with some rumors he'd heard about the regent, expecting to weasel out, but instead the regent just laid out his whole tragic backstory to her. taeho didn't know how to respond to this, and also still couldn't tell the tremere regent that he was a tzimisce while they were in the middle of a chantry. she felt really bad about not telling the truth, which is weird and fucked up. why does he feel so bad about hurting this tremere??

i think i've said all the important stuff and then some, so i'll wrap it up. ahh.. taeho.... i love her. he's so fun to play. her game has already been going for over a year i think but only recently did he really click in my head. and boy. boy oh boy did he click. dug her cybernetic claws into the folds of my brain. i'm in pain. anyway i have some more art and posts in her tag if u want to check that out wehehehe

[al-the-remix]

Super curious about That One Grinder Fic!

That One Grinder Fic

This one was inspired by this gifset . The basic idea is that Steve decides to open up his old grindr app after a long dry spell and gentle prodding from those around him about his workaholic lifestyle and lack of relationships. There's a few semi-recent messages from a guy (sid) that steve finds appealing and interesting. They go by Patrick and Gregory because i like how nerdy their middle names are and their identity porn love affair commences. Basically the whole sexing thing is just build up for the angst ridden climax i've been day dreaming about where Steve and Sid find out about each other right before (the 2017?? can't remember) media day and then are forced to interact with each other directly after and there's minor miscommunication and then they reveal their feelings for each other and bang sloppy style :')

my main hangup with this one is making it believable without sid and steve realized they are speaking to each other (or someone on their respective teams) like immediately. what's the point of using grindr without the location setting on? the whole point is knowing just how much cock is in your area at any given time?? it wold only take them one game to realize that the person they're talking to is only ever in their location on those specific dates??? this is always my hang up with identity porn/social media fics and just got to get over it and embrace the unrealistic nature of the premise because it's holding me back from writing sexting porn and angst 😤

Steve sat at the back of the plane in the corner where nobody could see him and opened the folder where he had save all of Patrick’—Sid’s—just, Sidney Crosby’s photos. Starting at the beginning he scrolled through them looking for clues in a background here or a reflection there. It was impossible now. All he could see was Sid when he look at those hands, that chest. The thighs. He should have known. Impossible, but still.  Steve sucked in a breath and replaced his phone in his breast pocket. He didn't need it to see the picture of Sid’s face, it was clear enough in his mind's eye. As clear as the glass that held back the air-pressure from sucking him out of the plane and into the sky. Steve let out his breath, slow and unsteady. He hadn't felt butterflies like this in a very long time. So long he couldn't pinpoint when the last time had been. Was Sid even still going to want him? His phone had been radio silent since their last exchange. He was getting ahead of himself. Maybe all of the chemistry had been imagined, that trill of a burgeoning romance, and when they saw each other in person it would just fall flat.  Steve pressed the edge of his phone to his lips, contemplating the clouds beyond the window. Steve hadn't opened up their conversation since Sid sent him his picture and he still wanted Sid more than anything

[hardcore-otaku]

🍷🍕🍛🍤🍱🍣🍥🍙🍘🍚🍜🍲🍢🍡🍪🍧🍑🍆🍯🍌🌶🍾🥘🥙🍢🍖🍗🍟🍔🍝🍜🍸🍻🍹🍮🍦🍨🍧🍰🍫🍬🍭🍎🍏🍊🍋🍒🍇🍉🍓🍈🌽🍅🍠🍍🍐🧀🌯🌮🌭🍿🥔🥓🥃🥐🥑🥕🥞🥗🥝🥚🥜🥖🥛🥂 a feast for my boys! Invite Beel, Belphie, Mammon, Satan, Diavolo, Solomon and Simeon if you can \=w=/

-nerdy noodle lover 🐍

Hey there nerdy noodle lover!

This is quite the feast!!!

I've managed to gather a few of your requested attendees if that's alright.

@ask-beel

@belphies-corner

@satanlovescats

@thegreatmammon

I call dibs on the seafood!

Thank you for sharing this with us!

You have been authorized 1 (one) hug.

[theheadlessgroom]

(How about some headcanons for any AU of your choice, please?)

((Ooooh! Well, in that case, I have to go with an AU I haven’t gotten the chance to talk about much, and one I would love to do: It’s Terror Time Again!))

For centuries, people have been disappearing into the bayou of Moonscar Island, never to be heard from again…and even their spirits have not surfaced, not even at the Haunted Mansion, where their loved ones have anxiously awaited their arrival, to no avail.The year is 1998: Genuinely curious and desiring answers for their friends, Madame Leota Toombs and the Hatbox Ghost, Randall Pace, in the guise of humans curious about the island, take a ferry into the bayou, accompanied by a group of young mortals and their Great Dane. What sort of mysteries and horrors await them, laying beneath the waters, in anticipation of the Harvest Moon?

-In this AU, Randall was never banished from the Mansion, instead ‘living’ a happy afterlife haunting the attic with Emily; when he hears Madame Leota plans to look into Moonscar Island, he decides to join her-partially because he has long been curious about the island, but also because Emily asked him to look into the disappearance of an old girlhood friend of her’s, a young woman who had gone looking for her husband, a former soldier, and never returned.

-Madame Leota uses her magic to give both herself and Randall mortal appearances, which works all fine and dandy until the Harvest Moon shines down on them, and, needless to say, Mystery Inc is horrified to see what Randall really looks like-particularly Shaggy and Scooby, who have spent most of their time around him (”Like, we’ve been hanging with a ghost the whole time?!”).

-Madame Leota is very good at keeping up the pretense of being a mortal (even though she knows Simone and Lena), but Randall’s…not: Pretending to be a historian looking into the history of the island, he can at least pretend his slip-ups (usually regarding something only someone from the 1700′s would know) are just facts he’s learned, but it does make him look a little suspicious…

-When the zombies start rising out of the bayou, Randall does try to reason with them, tries stopping them, but ultimately, they can’t fully communicate with him, and it only results in him running away, out of fear that they’ll tear him to shreds if they get their hands on him. It’s only when he sees Emily’s friend stop Jacques from attacking Shaggy and Scooby that he realizes who the real villains are here.

-Randall never got to try the famed Moonscar Island peppers as a boy, so naturally, he jumps at the chance to try them now, and, needless to say, he nearly scalds his tongue off in the process, unable to handle the heat (even as someone who ate plenty of spicy dishes in his life!). Just the same, when he and Madame Leota return to the Mansion, he brings a few jars back.

[greenhappyseed]

BnHA Ch.348 leak reactions - 100% TOGA TIME!!

I’m amused by the discourse over the opening narration because narration in BnHA has always been wildly inconsistent. Sometimes it’s Future!Izuku, sometimes it’s Current!Izuku, but it can also be an omniscient narrator or Bakugo, Uraraka, Spinner, Hawks, etc. (I think these are the characters that have narrated at some point? Maybe also Shiggy?)

Without seeing the official translation and full context, I suspect it’s an omniscient narrator telling us about Izuku’s internal panic at realizing Toga actually loves him and he never noticed. Like a year ago he talked to a girl for the first time, and then talked to a girl on the phone for the first time. Now a girl loves him? Nerdy him? Worse, he knows it’s 100% true and not a battle tactic (thanks Danger Sense!) and he was oblivious the whole time???

Toga ASKS for Izuku’s blood!! Yes girl, consent!! Seriously, that’s a big step for her. She’s trying so hard. She also mentions the middle school boy she killed, so we can close that loop.

Izuku says no, “lovers” should hold hands, go to amusement parks, and share crepes. OKAY. First, IIRC Toga used the word “lover” in the last chapter, even if it got translated to “boyfriend” in English, so if Izuku is imitating her language, that’s pretty cool. Second, his response doesn’t sound like a realistic idea of love AT ALL. It sounds like the shojo word vomit you’d expect when you ask a clueless 16 year old dude about romance. Izuku doesn’t have a model of a functional adult love in his life (at best he has Maseru and Mitsuki) and has no idea.

Meanwhile, Toga knows exactly what love means for her. It’s odd and violent, maybe, and definitely not sustainable in its current form, but she knows what she wants — to become who she loves by drinking their blood. It’s the heroes who don’t know what they want, which is precisely why she asks.

Izuku says he understands Toga because he wanted to become like All Might, the assumption being he loves and admires All Might. (I can practically hear Tsu rolling her eyes and saying “Fanboy.”) But then Izuku spells out the difference: He doesn’t want to hurt the people he admires, whereas Toga needs to. Commence fighting, because Toga’s tired of hearing everyone tell her she can’t show her love her way. She even asked Izuku nicely and he responded the same as other heroes.

Ochako says Toga’s been on her mind and Toga pulls an AFO move, saying only Izuku’s been on her mind. That ploy pissed off Bakugo in the war, freaked out Izuku post-Nagant with the “your turn” bit, and now we’ll see how Ochako reacts!

Toga attacks and cuts Ochako right after saying she hoped they’d understand each other since they’re similar. Hmmm, so if Toga is making Ochako bleed, then that means Toga might still love Ochako too, despite saying Izuku’s been her focus.

Tsu attacks back and saves the day by reminding everyone of their proper roles in the plan. She regretted moping after the forest raid and not helping her friends in Kamino, so it’s nice to see her jump into the fray and use her bluntness to her advantage.

Tsu also says Toga was sent to an island to counter her unpredictability…but Izuku’s gonna float off to UA, and Toga now has some of Ochako’s blood…so will Toga try to go alongside him? Will Toga and Ochako come to an understanding and go together?

Narrative-wise, I really dig how Toga says she loves Izuku, yet grabs him and begs him to stay. Tsu and Ochako care deeply about their friend and refuse to let Izuku be a lone superhero, yet Tsu tells Izuku to release Blackwhip and Ochako tells him to leave.

I hope Horikoshi is going to do a bit more than have Ochako pull a “if you love someone, let them go.” Or like, “You’re right Toga, we are the same. I do love Izuku. But if I ever want him to be my boyfriend, I can’t think about it now. Right now I’ve got let him stop Shigaraki, otherwise the world we love will decay and nobody will ever smile again.”

I want to see Ochako emphasize how much Toga’s smile and happiness matters. Ochako got so many chapters to defend Izuku and I want her to bring that to Toga. Izuku has helped Toga-as-Ochako, and Ochako has helped Toga-as-Izuku. But now I want Ochako to help Toga-as-Toga. It’s just devastating to hear Toga talk about how the simple act of loving others makes living too hard.

[chipmunkweirdo]

It’s not completely finished, because I still intend to add a background and hopefully Jeanette and Ellie in the background.

For now though, enjoy the WIP of one of my favorite scenes from Let The Nerdiness Commence. (The final fic in the Journey To Excelsior compilation.)

[shini--chan]

So, how about a darlings that's just a dork. Like, puns, memes, good confidence. They don't give two shits, their gonna bake cookies and the yandere will be binging Star wars before they can blink. Oh its this really annoying/classic song in your language that basically everyone knows? Their blasting it outside your house. I'm just imagining the Nordics with this darling and I'm grinning like a psycho at the chaos.

Excuse you anon, just why do you have to call me out so hard? I didn’t sign up for this. Just keep why love for Star Wars a secret, will you pls.

Yandere Nordics – The Gen-Z

Denmark

Matthias would be surprised about this. As in – completely shocked, doesn’t completely know what to do. While he adores fun, said fun has to commence according to his rules. If anything, he wouldn’t have planned for this.

Memes and puns may be a coping mechanism of yours, he would rationalise, yet he wouldn’t be prepared for a meme war. Tyrants don’t tolerate being made fun of because being laughed at makes them lose their power – the same would go for this man. Meaning, he would confiscate any digital device and threaten you with punting you in an ice cold river if you make another bad pun. Also, he’d try to regain control by taking the initiative by starting the fun and making you join ship. You’d be the follower while he’d be the leader – he wouldn’t tolerate it being the other way around.

You making cookies would be something he’d endorse. Why not a cake while you are at it?

Finland

Timo would be suspicious at first. He’d think it would be some elaborate ploy of yours to get his to let his guard down around you. To him, you’d be a wolf in fool’s clothing, and he’d be watching your every move more keenly than a Russian babushka.

Then, when he would realise that it wouldn’t be all play-pretend and that you’re sincere, he’d happily participate and endorse your behaviour. He is the type of person that seemly wholly innocent to stranger yet would gladly participate in a rally race in front of the police station. Additionally, he’d have enough charm and connection to get away with it.

Anyhow, all the fun you’d have with him would make you’re relationship seem perfect – until it wouldn’t be. Everyday, he’d continue to be vigilant and stay on the look-out for the most minutes signs that you suddenly don’t want to spend so much time with him anymore. If his paranoia would be triggered by even the filmiest joke, then he would double down. The nice, fun-loving boyfriend would be replaced with a monster then.

Iceland

Emil would be very chill about it. Due to his ties to Alfred, he’d be very up-to-date on American pop-culture and the whole Gen-Z phenomena, so he’d know exactly what is going on. If anything, he’d be delighted to have such an enthusiastic lover.

While he wouldn’t participate in any of your behaviour, he’d find it very amusing. Indeed, he might make it even worse through give you coffee and 50s style cakes. He’d be the one to show your memes to his friends, and even make memes about you as a form of friendly ribbing. Star Wars and other nerdy films would become something you’d watch together. (In English! He is a firm believer of watching a movie in the language it was produced in.)

Yet don’t be deceived. For all the loving and tolerant behaviour, you’re relationship would still be unhealthy, and it just take some digging to realise that.

Norway

Lukas would get it in a way. Your behaviour would be another testament to the fact that he actually is an old coot despite the baby face and that you’re a young, energetic soul. Due to having to deal with such behaviour in Timo and partially in Emil, he would relent.

Though, he wouldn’t actually like it and take subtle efforts in directing your attention away from being an anarchist in the house. Such as in drastically lowering your caffeine and sugar intake, offering more enlightening distractions that would actually provide you with education. If you’d be such a fan of sci-fi, he would encourage you to write your own original stories. If you’d like to listen to music, he’d push you to taking up an instrument.

And because he is a very patient man, his chances of success would be very high. In a way, he’d thus convince you to do exactly what he would desire. On a large part that is.

Sweden

Berwald would be distressed. This wouldn’t be something he would have been prepared for and he’d have a hard time coping with all your antics. It would be one of those times where he would curse his heart for being such a traitor. Yet love is love, (in this case yandere is yandere) and he would try to curb your behaviour.

And god knows he would. Yet he has never been patient parent material, so this all could turn very ugly. As in physical abuse and or sensory deprivation. The best case scenario would be that he’d mix sleeping pills in your food so that you’d be more agreeable and mailable. Yet it would just take one more incident of blasting music at 3 o’clock in the morning to make him seriously consider checking double if the urban legend of an infinite IKEA is true.

[jananabananawithnopeel]

Rules

Post the names of all the files in your wip folder, regarless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous.

send me an ask with the title that intrigues you and I'll post a little snippet or tell you something about it!

and tag as many people as you have wips.

I was tagged by @cheryllollst, @kaantt, @trekkedin and @blatterpussbunnyfromhell

Hope you are ready for a bumpy ride 💖

Bon déjà y'a pas mal de smut et je vais parler de choses de grands dans ce poste donc je vous préviens juste que c'est du NSFW 💖

Aussi je tiens à dire que si quelqu'un veut utiliser une idée qu'iel voit ici, vous pouvez sans problème (oubliez pas de me tag que je le le lise) !

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I love you Challenge

J’ai un Daily Prompt “I love you” sur 30 jours que vous pouvez retrouver ici et qui regroupe plusieurs fandom/ship. Je n’ai pas fini de définir toutes les entrées mais si vous me donnez un ship et qu’il est dans ma liste je vous donnerez le jour que j’ai choisi pour eux :)

Dracula (2020)

Dreamers (Agatha/Dracula) (ENG Multi - Heavy SMUT)

When he drinks, they dream. And in their dreams they are more monsters than the Devil himself.

There was a time he had control over these imaginary worlds but since she slipped in with him, they have no other choice than to undergo them, together.

One Piece

Dead's Man Wish (Linlin “Big Mom”/Kaido) (ENG - Heavy SMUT)

She persuaded him she could do it, she could kill him and the chance was too good for him to let it pass.

The Addams Family

Chocking Hazard (Morticia/Gomez) (ENG - Heavy SMUT)

DC Comics

(J’hésite à en parler tellement c’est vieux …)

Le Nouveau Monde (Diana Prince/Clark Kent) (Multi - Rating Inconnu)

Une jeune princesse trouve un carnet qui la transporte dans un monde nouveau, un monde interdit.

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Veiled Mind (Wonder Woman/Superman) (ENG - Heavy SMUT “Aliens made them do it” Trope)

Stargate SG1

L’amour à l’Ancienne/L'exilé (Ayiana (Cyla Urbanus)/OC) (Sam/Jack) (Multi - Rating Inconnu)

Un couple d’amoureux malchanceux Anciens donne la chance à SG1 de trouver une cache de supposées armes sur une planète inconnue.

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Le Baptême de l’air (Sam/Jack) (Heavy SMUT)

Fraîchement débarqué de son poste de la Zone 51, Sam décide de baptiser son nouvel appartement de Colorado Spring avec un homme. Aussitôt entré dans le bar, elle jette son dévolu sur un grand brun aux yeux noisettes. La chance est de son côté puisqu'elle semble lui taper dans l'œil.

Fullmetal Alchemist

Du sang sur les mains (Riza/Roy) (SMUT et Angst)

Une jeune Riza, traumatisée par les horreurs qu’elle à vu à Ishtval, demande au protégé de son père de scellé le secret de la magie destructrice qu’elle à sur le dos et de l’aider à remplacer les souvenirs de la guerre.

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Les Meilleurs Matins du Monde (Riza/Roy) (SMUT et Fluff)

Kaamelott

(Par où commencer … Certains n’ont pas de titre, d’autres en ont plusieurs, des fois c’est que des bribes d’idées et d’autres sont presque terminé et celles que je ne fais pas seule)

MC with Friends

(Les fics que j’ecris avec des lovelies absolument talentueux 💖)

Immortels AU avec @yumeka-chan et @trekkedin

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L'astronaute et la terrienne (titre provisoire) (Modern UA) (Arthur/Guenièvre) avec @yumeka-chan

Arthur : Astronaut en station Guenièvre : Jeune femme avec une radio HAM toute neuf qu’elle veut essayé Yvain : Son frère un peu nerdy Mani : Opérateur sur terre, meilleur amie d’Arthur Perceval : Un des autres astronaute, qui se lie d'amitié avec Arthur pendant leur stationnement Lancelot : L’ex violent de Guenièvre

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Les SMUT avec @yumeka-chan (Fichier fourre tout d’idée SMUT et Fluff, on peut y retrouver :)

La Balance du Pouvoir (Lancelot/Mevanwi) (Heavy SMUT)

Retour de la Tour (inspiré de ce GIF Set de @dagonet)(Arthur/Guenièvre) (Heavy SMUT)

Elle était tombée, encore, il avait essayé de l’aider à se relever, encore, et il était tombé à son tour, encore. Mais cette fois ni l’un ni l’autre n’avait ri ou ne s'était excusé en se relevant maladroitement avant de continuer.

Une scène Heavy SMUT Démétra/Arthur/Guenièvre sans noms (non vraiment c’est chaud)

Quelques idées pour du pregnant sex Arthur/Guenièvre (Heavy SMUT)

Les SMUT

L'homme qui voulait sa femme (Arthur/Guenièvre) (Post KV1, SMUT)

Guenièvre qui ne croit pas que son mari la désire mais qui voit bien qu’il a des besoins, fait envoyer une jeune servante dans sa chambre pour qu'elle “s'occupe de lui”, mais tout ne se passe pas comme prévu …

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L’Onguent (Arthur/Guenièvre) (SMUT)

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La Potion de Vivacité 3 (Arthur/Guenièvre) (Heavy SMUT)

Il avait fait plusieurs fois le tour du château en courant, Démétra l'avait viré sans ménagement avec un "c'est pas le moment, revenez dans trois ou quatre jours" et les jumelles n'étaient pas là. C'est par pure hasard qu'il s'était retrouvé devant la chambre de sa femme. 'C'est pas moi, c'est la potion' se répéta-t-il avant d'entrer.

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La Bénédiction/La Nouvelle Table Ronde (Arthur/Guenièvre) (Heavy SMUT)

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Les doléances de la reine (Arthur/Guenièvre) (Heavy SMUT)

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Le Voyeur (Arthur/Guenièvre) (Heavy SMUT)

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Whatever Lola Wants (Arthur /Guenièvre) (SMUT)

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Les mains de la Reine (Arthur/Geunièvre) (SMUT)

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Entre le marteau et l'enclume (Arthur/Guenièvre) (SMUT)

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Les Mots Sales (Arthur/Guenièvre) (Post KV1) (SMUT)

Où Arthur essaye de dirty talk Guenièvre mais elle capte rien.

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Jeux de mains (Arthur/Guenièvre) (Post KV1)(SMUT)

Arthur s'ennuie en réunion et se divertit avec ce qu'il a sous la main.

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Entre les dunes (Arthur, Arthur/Guenièvre kinda) (SMUT)

Il savait que c'était un rêve parce qu'elle ne lui avait jamais sourit comme ça.

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Rechute (Léodagan/Séli) (Heavy SMUT)

(Suite de cet OS de @cheryllollst)

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Old Dogs Old Tricks (Léodagan/Séli) (Heavy SMUT en 2 partie)

Partie 1 : Le Rappel

Partie 2 : L’enlèvement

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Une fic Nessa/Guenièvre sans titre (SMUT)

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Une fic Arthur/Mevanwi (SMUT) (TW : Non-con)

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Le Reste

Unchain My Heart (Arthur/Guenièvre)

Il était amoureux de Guenièvre.

C'était arrivé doucement, timidement. Il l'avait vu venir et avait juste laisser les choses se faire parce qu'au final, ce n'était pas sa faute et qu'elle méritait une chance.

Mais il n'avait pas non plus oublié sa promesse à Aconia.

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I see you (Arthur/(Guenièvre) (Angst)

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Subtilité Divine (Arthur/Guenièvre)

Les dieux en ont marre de la subtilité …

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Toucher (Arthur/Guenièvre) (Post KV1)

Il n'a pas touché quelqu'un depuis des années et eux même ne se sont presque jamais touchés malgré leur 15 ans de mariage. Mais depuis qu'il l'a retrouvé il a cette envie, ce besoin de la toucher. Au début, ils les volent. Il lui touche le bras par inadvertance, il lui frôle l'épaule dans un couloir trop étroit, il lui effleure l'avant bras pour attirer son attention à table. Il est discret autant que parcimonieux dans ses tendresses.

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D’encre et de Sueur (Arthur/Guenièvre) (Léodagan/Séli)

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Priorités (Bohort, Arthur/Guenièvre)

Où Bohort essaye de convaincre Arthur de le laisser organiser un bal.

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Naissance (Arthur/Guenièvre) (Angst)

L’accouchement de leur premier enfant.

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Miroir Mirroir/Jeu de miroir (Arthur/Guenièvre)

Arthur observe Guenièvre en train de se changer.

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Le Sondage (Crack fic en deux partie)

Partie 1 : Le Concours de Popularité

Partie 2 : Les Arguments de la Reine

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La Malédiction (Arthur/Guenièvre)

Arthur a décidé de faire un effort et d'essayer de faire marcher son couple avec Guenièvre. Il l’aime et aimerait profiter de sa femme en paix, Probleme : Il n’y arrive pas. Ça ne monte pas. Ca ne me veut pas venir et pourtant il en a très envie, Il n’a jamais eu ce problème, enfin pas récemment en tout cas.

Il va voir Merlin et Elias pour leur demander conseil.

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La coiffeuse (Arthur/Guenièvre) (Fluff, Post KV1)

Arthur essaye d’échapper à ses conseillers parce qu’il en a marre de voir leur tronche. Il se réfugie dans la chambre de Guenièvre qui est en train de former sa nouvelle suivante.

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La Blessure (Arthur/Guenièvre)(J’ai un bout texte mais pas moyen de me souvenir de pourquoi ou comment j’ai écris ca …)

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Subterfuge (Lancelot, Arthur/Guenièvre) (Angst, TW : Dubious Consent, il ne lui arrive rien ne vous inquiétez pas)

Où il est question d’une potion de polymorphie.

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Parole de Pirate (Arthur/Guenièvre) (Post KV1)

Guenièvre se fait enlever, Arthur est en sueur.

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Au fond de l’eau/Le Noyé (Arthur/Guenièvre, Viviane)

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Joueur de Légende (Perceval, Arthur, Guenièvre)

Arthur en visite diplomatique au Pays de Galles mais le peuple à l’air d’être plus intéressé par la reine que pas lui.

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Complicité (Arthur, Nessa) (Post KV1)

Arthur entend Nessa chanter "Belle qui tient ma vie" ce qui lui rappelle sa femme. Nessa lui dit que c'est sa femme qui lui a apprit la chanson, les deux sympathize, et elle lui raconte quelques histoires sur la tour de ban.

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Un truc pas drôle post KV1 sans titre (Arthur/Guenièvre) (TW : Self Harm, Angst)

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Le Fantôme (Arthur, Aconia)

Durant les 10 ans où Arthur est esclave chez Damian le Sassanide, Aconia meurt.

Elle apparaît en rêve à Arthur et le délivrer de sa promesse/malédiction tout en se moquant un peu de lui.

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Horsa et l’homme en noir (Dialogue entre Méléagant et Horsa)

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Loth le Chat (tiré du HC de @trekkedin) (Arthur/Guenièvre)

Quand Guenièvre ouvre les yeux, elle ne sait pas exactement ce qui l’a réveillé. Dehors il fait nuit noire et tout le château est endormie mais elle n’est pas étonné, ca fait plusieurs jours que son sommeil est troublé, qu’elle se réveille en pleine nuit avec ce sentiment désagréable que quelque chose ne va pas et pour cause, ca fait 3 jours que Loth a disparu.

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La fille à la peau pâle (Arthur, Damian)

Une fois par mois, Damian choisit trois de ses meilleurs esclaves pour faire un tour en ville et profiter d’une journée de liberté/détente. Malgré sa réticence, Arthur a été choisi pour faire partie du voyage. Il râle tout le long jusqu'à ce qu’ils passent devant une maison de passe ou son regard est attiré par une jeune fille à la peau clair et aux longs cheveux châtains qui lui rappelle Guenièvre. Il détourne les yeux mais pas avant que Damian le surprenne, plus tard dans la journée Damian l'emmène dans une auberge où la jeune sosie de Guenièvre l’attend. Arthur, qui ne veut pas s'épancher sur son passé, rentre dans la chambre avec la prostituée. Elle est beaucoup trop jeune pour lui et elle ne parle pas la même langue, elle est devient encore plus surprise quand il ne veut rien faire avec elle à part la prendre dans ses bras et lui parler. Elle ne comprend pas ce qu’il dit mais le nom “Guenièvre” revient très souvent dans sa bouche.

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L’Offrande (Horsa, Arthur)

"Et vous saviez que Lancelot il condamne dès enfants à mort ?" - Duc d'Aquitaine KV1

Horsa à un cadeau pour Arthur mais il ne lui donner à qu'à certaines condition très précises qui mette le roi de Logres mal à l'aise. Se méfiant il accepte tout de même.

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La Princesse et La Tour (Guenièvre/Kolaig)

Ou comment Kolaig a aperçu Guenièvre à la fenêtre de sa tour un jour au printemps et en est tombé amoureux.

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Le Désert (Arthur)

Arthur à créer une liste, des années plus tard il se demande pourquoi.

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Dans l’univers de Preums

(faut vraiment que je change le titre de cette Fic …) ici c’est que du SMUT ou du Sexy Fluff

La Cavalière

Le Septième Jour / La Visite Protocolaire

Fresh Air / Picnic Au Lac de l’Ombre / Aux yeux de tous

Les Bains d’Aquitaine

La Grange

La Célébration du Solstice

Jeux de Mains (A table avec Leodagan, Seli et Yvain)

Les Slow Burn et les UA

La Cabane (Arthur/Guenièvre, Guenièvre/Karadoc one-sided, Perceval, Méléagant et d’autres) (Slow Burn)

Un slow burn où au lieu de partir rejoindre Lancelot après avoir surpris Arthur et Mevanwi, Guenièvre se résigne à devenir la femme de Karadoc. Mais ils ne s’entendent pas bien et elle décide d’aller vivre dans la cabane près du lac derrière le château où elle va apprendre qu’elle est bien plus qu’un trophée et vaut bien mieux qu’un mariage arrangé.

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Soulmate Rêve AU (pas de titre pour l’instant) (Arthur/Guenièvre)

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Mafia Morden UA/They'll Bust Your Kneecaps (Arthur/Guenièvre)

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Des Lendemains Meilleurs (UA, Guenièvre/Lancelot (one-sided), Guenièvre/Arthur, Guenièvre/Démétra or Guenièvre & Démétra, (past) Aconia/Arthur, Arthur/Démétra) (Slow Burn, Explicit - Multi Chapter, Dark fic, TW Dubious Consent)

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Le Roi et l’Enfant (Arthur, Guenièvre)

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Les Derniers Outrages 2 (Arthur/Guenièvre) (UA SMUT)

Arthur est un éminent chef de clan. Il a vaincu le clan du roi de Carmélide et s'apprête à respecter une des plus anciennes traditions du sol breton : prendre la fille du chef du clan vaincu. Il ne s'attend pas à trouver Guenièvre.

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L’autre femme (Arthur/Geunièvre) (Mordern UA)

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La Source (Léodagan/Séli) (Slow Burn)

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Un Multi chap/slow burn Modern UA sans noms où Arthur et Guenièvre sont en couple depuis quelques années

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La Belle et Le Dux (Slow Burn UA) (Arthur/Guenièvre, Arthur/Aconia kinda)(DuxBellorum!Arthur)(PrincessePicte/Guerrière!Guenièvre)

Léodagan le Roi de Carmélide est un prisonnier précieux : le dernier grand chef de Bretagne. Avec lui tombait l'un des plus grands et des plus puissants clans encore existant à lutter contre l'invasion romaine sur le territoire de Logres.

Mais il n'était pas question qu'elle reste les bras ballants alors que son père était prisonnier de l'ennemi. Perchée sur la branche d'un arbre, cachée par le feuillage, Guenièvre observait les soldats.

Guenièvre vient délivrer son père, capturé par les romains et échange sa vie contre la sienne. (J'ai que le premier chapitre d'écrit)

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Esclarmonde!Kaamelott (Slow Burn/UA) (Arthur/Guenièvre)

Histoire inspiré de l'opéra Esclarmonde de Massenet

La Dame Blanche Guenièvre, grande magicienne de l’Ordre Divin est tombée amoureuse d’Arthur alors qu’elle était censée le surveiller et ils commencent à se voir en secret quand il lui révèle qu’il l’aime aussi.

Mevanwi, une autre magicienne de l’Ordre qui déteste Geunièvre la surprend un jour et va tout révéler aux dieux mais par chance Viviane, la Dame du Lac, voit tout et va prévenir Guenièvre.

Pendant ce temps, le Chevalier Lancelot, dit La Main de l'Église, accompagné du vil répurgateur à eu vent qu’Arthur connaissait une sorcière et fait tout pour le piéger.

Guenièvre avoue à Arthur qui elle est vraiment, qu’elle à était banni par les Dieux pour leur amour et que c’est sans doute la dernière fois qu’ils se voient. Elle lui donne aussi une partie de sa destinée qui est de devenir Roi mais il refuse et lui demande de s’enfuir avec lui, magicienne ou non il l’aime et veut l’épouser.

Lancelot qui était caché avec ses hommes sort de sa cachette et les attaque. Arthur est assomé et Guenièvre doit se battre seule, elle est folle de rage, elle pense que Arthur la trahit et elle le maudit, après un combat acharné elle arrive à l’enfuir, laissant Arthur derrière mais à le coeur brisé.

(Si vous connaissez Esclarmonde vous connaissez la fin xD sinon rdv dans mes ask :P)

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A Evaristo Carriego

(Inspiré du tango de Osvaldo Pugliese du même nom qui est, comme beaucoup de tango, une histoire à lui tout seul…)

(Arthur/Guenièvre) (UA, TW : Trahison, Infidélité, Hurt, Angst, Fausse Couche)

(Une histoire triste en 4 parties et racontée en chronologie inversée, c'est-à-dire qu’on commence par la fin et qu’on remonte dans le temps.)

Et si la seule chose qu’ils restaient c’était de la haine et du ressenti ?

Quand il n’y a ni amour, ni échappatoire, qu’est qu’il reste ?

Il sont marié depuis tellement d'années, ont vécu tellement de choses, ont perdu tellement et on payer trop chère leur erreur. Surtout ses erreurs à lui.

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Seconde Chance (Arthur/Guenièvre) (UA Voyage dans le temps)

Celui là … C’est un gros morceaux xD Arthur Post KV1 est transporté dans le passé 20 ans plus tôt. Alors qu’il essaye de changer le cours du temps en essayant de faire comprendre à Arthur du passé l’importance de certaines choses, Guenièvre du futur doit le retrouver avant qu’il ne soit trop tard et que son être aimé soit enfermé dans le passé pour toujours. (Ce résumé est tout naze dsl)

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Un slow burn sans titre (Arthur/Guenièvre) (Guenièvre/Lancelot) (Slow Burn, TW : mention of rape, violence, blood, Post-KV1)

Après une violente dispute avec Arthur sur sa seconde tentative de suicide après son duel, Guenièvre décide de partir et de rejoindre Lancelot de son plein gré.

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Lachez-moi (Arthur/Guenièvre) (Slow Burn, mention of rape, SMUT)

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Inavouable (J’ai retrouvé mes notes @trekkedin )(Arthur/Guenièvre) (TW : Rape, Incest, Angst with Bad Ending, Drugs (sleep potion), descente aux enfers, POV!Arthur)

Parfois le démon porte une couronne et il ne sait pas qu’il est monstrueux.

Ou

La lente et infernale descente dans la folie d’Arthur en 7 parties.

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Monsieur Pendragon (Arthur/Guenièvre) (Modern UA) (Heavy SMUT)

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VVitch/La Vengeance de la Sorcière (Mevanwi, Arthur/guenièvre) (UA, Multi - Rating Inconnu)

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Princess d’Orcanie (Arthur/Guenièvre, Yvain/Gauvain, autres) (UA/Slow Burn)

UA où Guenièvre est la fille de Loth et la princesse d’Orcanie

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On the rocks (Mordern UA) (Heavy SMUT) (TW : scars, past self-harm, past abuse, past suicidal attempts)

Arthur et Guenièvre se rencontrent dans un bar, le courant passe et ils partent pour finir la soirée ensemble.

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(J'en ai peu etre oublié quelques unes, j'ai pleins d'autres choses mais c'est dans la tête xD Aussi beaucoup de chose que j'ai pas voulu mettre parce que j'y ai pas trop réfléchit, des p'tites Cloth fics, des Guenièvre/Demetra et d'autres choses)

Je peux pas tag autant de personnes que j'ai de WIPs mais je tag : @camashumaro, @frisquette27, @miung-dreamer, @godwithwethands, @nael-opale, @enez-sun, @geekgirl2000 et @audrey83130 et n'importe qui si iel veut faire/tag quelqu'un dans ce tag game :D

[m-y-fandoms]

Kokichi x reader - patching him up after he falls through the floorboard

Request: I felt bad for a Kokichi when no one bothered to check up on him when he fell through the floor so how about a scenario where someone catches up to him after the trial and bullies him into letting them bandage him up. This small act of kindness causes him to fall for them.

Hey! I love this idea, but when he showed up at the trial, all the blood that was on his head and face was cleaned up, and he wasn’t light-headed or anything during the trial, some I’m gonna change up the request a bit to have the reader find him directly after he falls through the floorboard. Also, thanks for suggesting best boy, I will always have time to write for him - Mod Kokichi

SPOILERS FOR EVERYTHING UP TO CHAPTER 3 ENDING. Gender of reader never specified.

NOTE: MONOKUMA WAS OUT OF COMMISSION FOR THIS INVESTIGATION, BUT IM TAKING CREATIVE LICENSE TO ADD HIM BACK IN. WORK WITH ME LMAO.

     “Hmmm, I see. Thanks, Kiyo!” You finished up your light but lengthy interrogation of the anthropologist, who elegantly bowed his head and disappeared into his lab. You exited, rounding the corner to investigate further. You headed toward the three empty rooms, wanting to re-examine Tenko’s body after Korekiyo’s statements, even if the thought of your friend’s corpse made you uneasy. It had to be done.

     You rounded the corner, a sharp yelp releasing from your throat.

     Shuichi, Maki and Kokichi turned to face you, startled by your sudden scream. Kokichi’s forehead was soaked, dripping pink rivulets of blood, and he was leaning on the wall for support.

     “What’s going on?! What happened?! D-did someone attack you, Kokichi?” You ran over, joining the group and looking to Shuichi for answers.

     “He’s fine.” Maki stated flatly.

     “Obviously not, his head is gushing!” You were a bit irritated with Maki’s indifference, but a bit biased with your opinion on Kokichi. You knew many people disliked him, Maki least of all, but you didn’t see a reason to hate him. In fact…you’d been nursing quite the little crush on him. You found him witty, cute, intelligent.

     “Yeah, he felt well enough to pull a childish prank on us, so I’d say he’s fine as well,” Shuichi’s eyes narrowed as he spoke, arms crossing as he looked at Kokichi with contempt. Kokichi simply grinned back.

     “What prank?” You inquired.

     “He pretended he was dead, lying there face-down and bloody only to pop up when we got worried!” Shuichi scoffed, his nasally, nerdy voice getting rather worked up.

     “Kokichi…” you warned, seeing Shuichi’s point now. Kokichi merely smirked back at you as well.

     “Anyway, we gotta go finish up this investigation before Monokuma cuts us off, so if you’ll excuse me, y/n.” Shuichi nodded, leaving with Maki to investigate Angie’s research lab. That left Kokichi and you in the hallway alone, his eyes drooping now that Shuichi was out of sight. A moment of weakness.

     “Kokichi, are you alright? That’s a lot of blood. And you hit your head, yes? What if you have a concussion or something?”

     “Why are you standing around? I haven’t seen you investigating at all, you lazy, lazy scoundrel,” he changed the subject. “Gonna leave all the work to everyone else?” He forced a venomous grin that quickly turned into a clenched-teeth grimace, his head pounding. It didn’t escape your notice.

     “For your information, Ouma, I have been investigating, it’s just obvious to me who the guilty party is, so I’ve been slowing down. I’m ready for the trial.”

     “Hmm so you’re useless and cocky? Great, just what we needed for this case!” He started walking off toward the stairs, still heavily depending on the wall. His words were harsh, but as usual, held an untruth within them. He knew you were smart, and that you probably had figured it out, but he wasn’t going to admit that to you, of course.

     “K-Kokichi! Let me help you!” You grabbed his arm before he could stumble down the stairs. He looked to you incredulously, but didn’t pull away, looking at the little drops of pink that stained his white jacket sleeve.

     “I don’t need your help, stupid-head! What, you’re the Ultimate Nurse or something? Ultimate babysitter? Go bother someone else!” He was trying your patience now, but you weren’t going to turn your back on someone obviously in pain. You saw pain in his eyes, both from his mysterious past and the current injury. Kokichi was more than meets the eye, and you could easily perceive that. It didn’t hurt that he was attractive.

     “No, the Ultimate Psychologist, remember?” You stopped him when he tried to pull away and continue down the stairs alone.

     “Ohhhh, pfft! Yeah,” he rolled his eyes, “I had forgotten since you never actually do anything during trials.”

     “Monokuma!!!” You yelled out, ignoring his insult. Kokichi jumped at your sudden volume, and the monochrome bear appeared seemingly out of thin air.

     “What do you twerps want?” He smiled, hands on his hips.

     “How much time do we have left in the current investigation?”

     “And why should I tell you...? I think that seems a bit unfair! Then I’d have to tell eeeeeveryone!” He leaned forward at your threateningly. You gestured toward Kokichi.

     “Kokichi is obviously in no shape for a trial. He needs to get cleaned up and assessed, at least. I’m asking you to allow me the time to do so, no more, no less?” You challenged him.

     “No way! You’re cra-“

     “Kokichi is easily the smartest one here, and he keeps the trial fun and interesting, wouldn’t you agree?” You hated using the word fun to describe the killing game. You thought it was horrific and morbid, but a little lie to help a friend in the end wasn’t against your morals. “If he’s down for the count or out of it during the trial, it’s going to be painfully boring, right? No one to harass Miu, and everyone else gets along pretty well. It’s going to be a hand-holding ceremony of cooperation. Do you want that?” You glared at the small robot, Kokichi’s mouth a bit agape behind you. Not only were you defending him, which no one here did, but you were standing up to Monokuma.

     “Hmmm...well, I suppose, if it will improve the trial...I must reluctantly agree!” Monokuma’s paw rose to his chin pensively. “You’ve got an hour! Not a minute over, got it?!”

     “Deal. Can I have a first aid kit?”

     “No!”

     “RISE AND SHINE URSINE!” The three remaining Monokubs appeared in front of you, with Monodam holding a large white case in his metal paws.

     “HERE. I. WILL. ALWAYS, CONTRIBUTE. TO. THE. CAUSE. OF. GETTING. ALONG,” Monodam spoke in his staccato mechanical voice, handing the plastic container’s handle to you.

     “You’re lucky my wittle cubs are so cute and helpful and wesponsible!” He swooned at the smaller bears. “Now get outta here, times ticking!”

     “SO LONG, BEAR WELL!”

     You turned to Kokichi with a smile, and to your surprise, he smiled back.

~

     You sat in your room in the dorms, with Kokichi leaning his head back gently onto the side of the tub in your small, personal bathroom. You sat on the edge, massaging the dry blood out of his hair as he pouted, arms crossed against his chest and thin legs splayed out in front of him.

     “OW!” You touched a sensitive spot, the opening of his wound a little too roughly, and he shook his feet up and down, stomping on the ground like a little kid. “It’s clear you’re trained to take care of people’s minds, not their bodies, you asshole!” He yelled up at you. You chuckled lightly, easing up on his skull and rubbing out a particularly crunchy bit of coagulated blood.

     “What ever do you mean by that, my dear Ouma?” You teased, and he stiffened up, before quickly realizing his emotions were plain on his face, and pouting again.

     “I mean, it’s clear you know how to unravel someone psychologically and trick them, like how you ‘know the culprit already’and persuaded Monokuma, but you really have no talent for physical care, huh?” You assumed he was referring to your rather rough treatment of his body...well, what he determined as rough.

     “I think you’re being a little unfair, Kokichi. I think I’m doing a pretty great job. Do you feel any better after the water?” You’d made him down a few water bottles upon entering your room and examined the wound before rinsing his dark locks out.

     “Hmpf! Whatever. I guess I am grateful to you,” he sighed, “but my appreciation will only continue if you prove you’re truly not as dumb as I once thought!” He looked off dreamily.

     “And how do I do that?” You wrung out the longer pieces of his hair, playing along.

     “Who is the culprit then...if you’re so smar-?” You wrapped his head in a towel and it covered his face and mouth, muffling his words, “HEY!” You giggled and quickly rustled the towel around gently, careful to avoid directly scraping his wound. When you were done you lifted the towel, peeking under to look at his face. He scowled at you, a light dusting of pink on his cheeks.

     “Aww, don’t look so angry. It only makes you cuter!” He turned away from you abruptly, embarrassed, then stood until he was hovering over your seated position, playing it off.

     “Whatever! I’m outta here. Some of us actually want to live through this trial.” You grabbed his hand as he began to exit your bathroom.

     “It’s Korekiyo. It’s obvious, to me at least…he killed them both.” His eyes widened. How did you…? Of course, he had already come to this conclusion. Seeing something like confusion in his eyes, you continued. “It became apparent as I analyzed him. I talked to him for quite a while.”

     “Did you... shrink him?” He scoffed, a bit impressed.

     “I’m afraid so,” you wore a crooked grin, standing to meet him.

     “Aww, poor guy. And he didn’t even make an appointment!!! Though, I guess it’s really your loss after all. You shrinks are expensive! I hope he has insurance!” He laughed loudly, pitying the graceful anthropologist who would shortly meet his doom.

     “You knew already, then?” You inquired.

      “Of course!! Evil recognizes evil after all, and he is evil.” He waltzed toward your bedroom door, not a hint of a thank-you or appreciative word coming from his lips. You didn’t stop him, knowing the trial would soon commence anyway. But then, your thoughts prodded at you, and your lips opened.

     “K-Kokichi?” He paused, hands on his hips as he turned to face you.

     “Whaaaat? We haven’t got all day!”

     “I need to place a bandage and some antibiotic over your wound...it’s pretty deep.” Why were you so worried about him, he wondered. “A-and...I wouldn’t mind spending more time with you…” your cheeks felt hot and you looked toward the ground. He rolled his eyes, walking over and plopping down, criss-cross-applesauce in front of you. “Kokichi?”

     “I can’t blame you for wanting my attention,” he spoke lazily, “I am the most entertaining person in this dump!” 

     “You really are charming, you know?” You spat sarcastically.

     “Well???? Get to it!” He handed you the first aid kit beside your bed, and you accepted it with a relieved, gentle smile. You began to part his hair, looking for the wound, and he was grateful that you couldn’t see the expression on his face from that angle.

[evilwickedme]

ok so to sum up my feelings for leverage: redemption, season 1(a): (long post warning, there’s a tl;dr at the end)

I knew that Hardison wouldn’t be in most of the season due to Aldis Hodge being a busy bee nowadays, but I didn’t realize that meant he’d only be around for the first two episodes. He was sorely missed, not only because of my attachment to him, but also because he’s usually the grounding factor in the group dynamic, and his role as info guy and tech guy was split evenly between two characters who had their own issues.

That said, Hardison is absolutely a highlight of the two episodes he’s in. his speech about redemption was everything I could’ve hoped for (plus, more evidence for the Jewish!Hardison pile...). I wish we’d gotten to see more of his dynamic with Breanna because what we saw was funny and sweet and we don’t generally get to see Hardison taking care of somebody who so desperately needs taking care of. I hope that Aldis Hodge is around for more episodes in 1(b), because what we’re left with feels a little hollow.

Sticking to original leverage characters for now, for the most part the leverage crew still felt true to the original series as characters, even if the show itself was a little bit confused at times. The actors understand their characters and embody them so well that I think one could give them the trashiest script ever and they’d still sell it. Sophie is a particular focus in 1(a) because of Nate’s death, and she’s particularly well written as a result.

That said, I’m super bitter that we saw little to no mastermind!Parker. Parker’s character being given the mastermind role was a big deal and it feels like they’re walking it back because they feel uncomfortable with it. It is eventually given an in-text excuse, but literally in the last episode, and it was not a particularly convincing reason, and in fact contradicted moments from previous episodes (Sophie leaving for a client meeting and ignoring Parker in ep3 comes to mind). It’s frustrating, it makes the end of the original leverage feel pointless, and letting Parker make a decision once in a while is not the same thing at all. The original series repeatedly showed us that while everyone in the team had their strengths, Parker works problems and solves them in unique, interesting ways, and other characters’ days in the limelight tended to be comedic or even failures. It’s a broken promise, and a pretty major broken promise at that.

On a more positive note, Parker’s dynamic with literally everyone was fantastic. She’s possibly the best written character this season. They’ve taken the autism out of the subtext and into the text (although obviously still undiagnosed), and given her coping mechanisms that were taken seriously in the text even when they were played for laughs, which I appreciated. Her attempts to mentor Breanna were sweet, her friendship with Sophie was electric and at times (CRIMES) hilarious, and as usual, she has a fantastic dynamic with Eliot that makes my heart burst. If you don’t think they’re romantically involved, at least acknowledge there’s a life partnership here. They’ve spent the last decade together.

(We’ll get to Harry.)

Eliot isn’t given much arc-wise, which is frustrating since he’s my favorite. He’s being presented as the goal at the end of a redemption arc, ie to keep working at it every day until your soul heals or whatever, and it doesn’t reflect the message they’re trying to convey via Hardison’s speech and our two new characters. He’s got his moments, but I think they under utilized his potential.

Breanna!!! Breanna’s my new favorite, except for Eliot. She’s hilarious, she’s insecure, she’s nerdy and excited in a way that’s similar to Hardison but still distinct in its inherent teenage-girl-ness and I LOVE IT. Unlike the previous series, where Hardison’s “age of the geek” was often a joke played on Hardison, we’re at the point where Eliot and Parker are both right there with him, and so they accept and even appreciate Breanna’s nerdiness. Also, canon gay character? In YOUR Leverage? It’s more likely than you think.

(No, I never thought they’d make ot3 canon on screen. I hoped, but I didn’t think it would actually happen.)

I think Breanna’s the character that will be the most interesting to see grow. She’s got a lot of potential and a list of crimes a mile long (or more). I adore her with all my heart. I want to see her tiktok account.

Harry. Oh, Harry.

It took me a while, but I do like Harry. It took a while, because the narrative positioned him at the same level as Nate back in episode 1 of original Leverage. But in episode 1 we didn’t know the other characters. We had Nate as the POV character, and so we cared about him because we were seeing the world through his eyes. (This is TV Studies 101. I know this, because I took TV Studies 101 in 2019.) In Leverage: Redemption, we no longer have a POV character, for several reasons:

Nate, previously the POV character, is dead.

As it is, by mid-season 3 of leverage Nate was no longer a POV character. This is, coincidentally, the point where the leverage writers realized they had four other characters in the main cast they could do something with, and in-universe, Nate accepted that he was a thief, not a special Good Man.

Sophie is sort of a POV character for the first episode of the revival, but only for the first few minutes. Afterwards, the series settles into the groove of seasons 3-5, i.e., the entire crew is our POV. We know our crew, and we love them as is.

Narratively, however, Redemption insists on positing Harry as the POV character, because it is his redemption we are pursuing most vehemently. And I think they really relied on us already knowing the actor - I’ve never seen him in anything before, so to me he was a completely fresh face and they put almost no effort into selling him to me. Beyond being competent and consistently mildly baffled by the antics of the leverage crew, I honestly don’t know who this man is by the end of EIGHT episodes with him. I have a much better handle on Breanna by the end of 1(a), and I can tell you I knew all five of the original leverage crew better by the end of the first episode of the original series than I do Harry. What’s the name of his daughter, John Rogers. Is he still married. How old is the daughter. Why is none of this worth mentioning. Give him a sense of humor that isn’t reacting to other people’s shenanigans. I’m so frustrated. It’s bad writing.

I did manage to grow to like Harry by the end, but I’m pretty sure this is down to Noah Wyle’s charismatic portrayal of an under-developed character, at least partially. And I never stopped being frustrated at not knowing who this man is at all.

The two highlights of the season are undoubtedly episodes five and six. Episode five was the first time I felt like the episode was more than a collection of good moments between the main cast and mediocre moments between the main cast and also the main plot. The issues with pacing and tone that I suffered through for most of the season were mostly non-existent in ep5 and 6, and at least in episode 5 I attribute that to the pared down cast. They had time to focus not only on our actual characters - Sophie, Parker, Breanna - but also on the case. This is the only client from 1(a) I am going to remember next week without googling it first, mark my words.

Episode six worked for the exact opposite reason - it completely disregarded the client and plot and immersed itself in the characters. Breanna gets a moment to shine, but everybody else gets their bits and I wouldn’t be surprised if that was the script that was most fun to write. The characters felt natural, real, and captured the found-family dynamic that’s been missing all season for the first time.

While episode 2 is the weakest episode, I don’t actually have much to say about it. I am disappointed in episode 8. For a mid-season finale, I really expected them to do something. Instead, it was an episode about Nate Ford that copped out of being about Nate Ford (both with fake-Nate and with the new version of him being relayed to us). I would have told the writers to give that energy back to episode 1 and write an episode that’s about anybody who isn’t Harry, oh my God. I know I said I grew to like him but so many episodes were about Harry. He’s the newbie! Why didn’t Hardison get an episode that was actually about him, considering he was only around for two episodes? Why does Eliot have to be the butt of the joke when the theme of the series should directly tie back to him in a much more meaningful way? The last episode parodies their own tagline by saying Eliot isn’t just a hitter, but it deftly avoids noticing that they’ve turned him into nothing more than very muscly comic relief, including in that very episode!

Also, I hated the Marshal. Eliot actively looked uncomfortable around her.

tl;dr

The season took a while, that’s definitely true. But it did find its footing eventually, and by the halfway mark of 1(a) it finally felt cohesive again. The characters were played fantastically even when they weren’t well-written, and if nothing else, the humor landed every time. It still has its kinks and problems to work out, but if you look at it as a brand new show rather than a continuation of one that went off the air over eight years ago, it’s actually doing rather well. I’m choosing to judge it in both lights - according to its own standards, it establishes its identity in episode five; according to Leverage standards, it establishes its connection to its roots in episode six. Either way, I thoroughly enjoyed 1(a), and continue to have high hopes for 1(b).

fic writing will commence in three, two, one...

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