#like no one wants to write and everyone always leaves eventually and I'm apparently not worth talking to HAHA

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I miss rping so fucking much and it's so hard to start a successful thread it's so weirdly crushing and depressing

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Golden Pt. 5 - Weasley Twins x Reader

Hi everyone! Thank you for all the support on the last few chapters. I have really enjoyed writing this fanfic, and I hope y'all like reading it. This is probably my favorite one yet. Enjoy!

Again, 18+, minors dni. Love you all. <3

Other parts: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

George had decided that he would, in fact, be joining you in Hogsmeade. He wasted no time in getting ready, clearly not wanting to leave you alone with his twin for any longer. For someone who didn't care about you, he sure was fucking jealous.

Leaving the shop hit you with the truth of reality like a brick to the chest. Diagon Alley was desolate and destroyed, the shop one of the only businesses still in operation. You clung to Fred. "He's growing stronger, isn't he?" you asked, though even you knew it wasn't a question so much as a statement. Fred leaned down to kiss your temple. "I'm afraid so. But nothing will happen to you while you're with us." "With Fred, at least," George smirked, moving to the front of the charge. "I'm more of an every man for himself type of guy." Fred rolled his eyes. "Ignore him." He laced his fingers into yours and for a moment, your heart stopped beating. A coy smile took its place on your lips as you looked up to find a matching one on his.

"So what all do we need in Hogsmeade?" you finally asked as you walked to the edge of Diagon Alley. A group of wizards had set up an anti-apparition barrier within the streets of the town, hoping to increase its protection against Dark Magic. The borders were patrolled, which did a little to ease your anxiety.

"As much as I love seeing you in my clothes, I think it's time you get some of your own," Fred laughs, his words bringing a blush to your cheeks. "I have also decided to turn our office into a temporary bedroom for you, until you feel more comfortable in ours."

Your heart jumped again. Every so often, ,you would forget that these two were your soulmates, not just a new relationship. Eventually you would all share a bedroom, and a bed, and a life. Your future was as intertwined as your fingers. George finally looked back at the two of you, glancing for only a moment at your hands, then back ahead of him.

"We're at the edge," he said firmly. "I'll apparate us." He reached out one hand to his brother, then one to you. The same pulse of energy ran through you as you touched. You were completely wrapped around the finger of the two, and unsure if it was exciting or terrifying.

The village of Hogsmeade was still as beautiful as it had always been. Since it was an inhabited city of wizards, it was harder to vandalize unnoticed.

"I'll go get the bedroom furniture," George said, immediately dropping your hand. He was gone before anyone could protest. Fred barely noticed, taking a moment to pull you into him, kissing your forehead lightly. "Let's go get you some clothes, love."

Fred made sure you had clothes for every occasion, but your eyes always drifted to the dresses on the racks. He insisted that you needed every one you tried on, eyes raking your body with each new fabric. He even went so far as to outfit you with a slinky silk nightdress that he had adored. If it hadn't fallen slightly past your bum, he would've insisted you go home in it. Instead, he picked out a soft red sundress for you to wear the rest of the day. By the time you were finished, Fred's hands were full of bags, and George was waiting outside.

"Did the princess do some damage in there?" George asked with a smirk. Your own face dropped at his use of your nickname - the one he had only used as his hands had fucked you. "She wouldn't have needed so much if we hadn't basically kidnapped her," Fred laughed. "Where's all the shit you were supposed to get?" "Delivered and assembled," he smiled. "I go above and beyond, dear brother." Fred rolled his eyes. "Let me drop this off and we can grab dinner at the Three Broomsticks. Could you two get us a table without killing each other?" You smiled. "I think we can manage." You placed a kiss on Fred's cheek before he apparated away.

"How long are you going to wait to tell him that I've been inside of you?" You groaned. "I don't know, George. You'll be happy to know you've put me in quite the fucking predicament. So I'm sure you're bloody elated." "He can't be too mad, considering you're fucking him, too." All of the color drained from your face as you stopped in your tracks. You took a moment to regain your composure. "I am. He's my soulmate and he's fucking nice to me." You took a step closer to George. "I would do anything for him." George took a step closer to you, closing the distance between you, before leaning down to whisper in your ear. "I didn't even have to be nice to get you to open your legs." You spun to slap him, but he caught your hand, holding it tightly within his grasp. "No need for violence, princess. Unless that's what you like."

Upon arriving at the Three Broomsticks, the two of you took a booth at the back of the restaurant, George slipping in beside of you. "You really have to sit next to me?" you asked. "Unfortunately. The only thing worse than sitting next to you is sitting across from you and having to look into your eyes the whole evening. I'll leave Fred that torture." "Fred actually likes me, George. Even though you seem hellbent on stopping him from doing so." "It takes two to tango, sweetheart. You know as well as I do that you wanted last night to happen. Probably can't wait for it to happen again." "You're the one who came onto me. You wanted it as much as I did."

George shifted in his seat to look you straight in the eye. As he did, he snaked his hand under your dress and up the middle of your thighs, only stopping at your core. You squirmed from his touch, but his thumb found its way to your clit and his index to your already soaking entrance. He leaned in to your ear, using his free hand to push back your hair. "Like I said, seems like you can't wait for it to happen again." You pushed him off of you, face only reddening as he took his fingers into his mouth to clean them off. "Mm, sweet as honey, princess."

"What is?" Fred asked, sliding across from the two of you. "George what the hell did you do to her?" he added upon seeing your reddened face. "I didn't do anything, Freddie. The poor thing is just embarrassed she's never had Butterbeer." "Never?" Fred asked. You shook your head - a lie, but it would do. "Didn't think I'd like it."

Fred immediately jumped into action, ordering a round of Butterbeer to go with your meals. Hopefully you feigned surprise well when you tasted it for the 'first time'. Fred seemed to buy it, at least. George tried to ignore you the entire evening.

He was successful until you arrived home. "Let me show you your bedroom," he called, not checking to see if you were following before he started walking away. Your bedroom was on the first floor of the shop, nestled cozily in the back. Though the room wasn't very big, George had managed to fit a bed, dresser, and desk into the space. Fred had already spelled your clothes away, filling in the new dresser. "This is incredible. Thank -" you turned to thank George, but he was already gone. Your blood grew hot - he was not going to humiliate you and then ignore you for the rest of the evening. He was going to fucking pay.

At the very top of one of your drawers held the black silk dress. You quickly stripped into nothing but the nightdress, letting your hair fall loose on your shoulders to accompany it. It was beautiful, and you needed to thank Fred for getting it for you.

You didn't bother with a robe or slippers as you ascended the staircase to the twins' room. You knocked on the already opened doorframe, grabbing the attention of Fred first. "Holy shit," he murmured, taking in your body like he was seeing it for the first time. You entered their room, noting George's agape mouth as you moved. "I just wanted to thank you both for putting my room together. I'm the luckiest girl on the planet to have you," you said, smiling at Fred.

"I'm the lucky one," Fred murmured, fingers slipping up and down your frame. "You're so fucking beautiful." You kissed him tenderly, heart melting at his words. "I love you, Fred," you whispered, words leaving your mouth before you could stop them.

George pulled the two of you apart. "All right, get the fuck out of here and go to bed." "What the fuck, George?" Fred asked. "She's clearly drunk, Fred! She needs to go the fuck to bed." "No, I'm not!" you protested. "I had like two Butterbeers." "Apparently, you're a lightweight, then." You looked at Fred to back you up, but his face was downturned. "Your face is super flushed, love. Maybe you should get some rest." "I'll make sure she gets downstairs, then she's on her own. Tomorrow is a big day for all of us and I need a fucking shower." "Goodnight, love," Fred called. "Goodnight, Fred," you frowned. "I do love you." His expression didn't change.

As soon as you were in your room, George locked the door behind you and cast a silencing spell on the room. "I am not drunk, George. What the hell is wrong with you?" "What the hell is wrong with me? What the hell is wrong with you? You clearly came up there to try and seduce me. And then you tell Fred you fucking love him? He is not a tool to fucking abuse."

You threw a pillow at him, which he wordlessly deflected. "Not everything is about you!" you yell. "I do love him! More than anything," you voice quiets with each word. You draw in a shaky breath as you lower onto the bed.

George walks over to you, holding your chin in his hands. His eyes glare daggers into yours. "I don't believe you." Your gaze doesn't break. "I don't need you to." "I'll tell him. Everything." "And what is 'everything', exactly? That you fingered me? That you want to fuck me? That you need me as much as I need you?" His grip tightened, pulling you to your feet. "I do not need you. I don't even fucking want you."

In one swift motion, you reversed your spots, pushing George onto the bed. He stared up at you as you held your fingertips to his chest, holding him in place. "For someone who doesn't want me, you seem to spend a lot of time inside of me." He laughed. "Because you're fucking easy. It didn't even take a full day to get with you. It didn't take two before you were with both of us."

You pushed him back farther onto the bed, straddling him. "I think you're the easy one, Georgie. If I was so easy, I would've made you cum instead of your brother." "Fuck you," he snarls, grabbing a handful of your hair. "If you'd like," you retort, grinding your already wet cunt against him. He's clearly hard underneath of you, despite the layers of clothing separating him from you. "Fucking slut," he groans, wrapping an arm around your back to support your position. "I'll stop if you want me to," you repeat his own words back to him. "But I don't think you want me to."

"Fuck," he groaned. "I need you right fucking now." His nails dug through your slinky dress and into the skin underneath, pulling you as close to him as he could. "Thought you didn't want me, Georgie? Now you need me?" you mocked, slowing your hips to almost a stop. George brought his hands to your hips, moving you against him once more. Your core ignited, but you held your moans.

George did not hold his. His teeth sank into your neck, leaving bite marks and kisses from your hairline to your clavicle. When he bit into your earlobe, your first moan escaped your lips. "There you go, baby girl, let it out." His fingers moved from your waist to your cunt, tracing your entrance. "So wet for me already," he laughed. His lips returned to your ear. "Let me take care of you."

You slowed to a stop once more, taking in the labored breathing and flushed face of the man before you. "What happened to every man for himself?" You leaned into his neck, whispering in his ear. "I'm not letting someone fuck me who wouldn't protect me from a Death Eater."

His face grows hard as you stand from him. Before you can exit the room, he pulls you onto the bed, pinning your hands. On instinct, your legs kick at him with all your might, causing him to straddle you to restrain you. "You don't have to fuck me, princess. But, you will know that I would protect you with my last fucking breath. I would lay down my life to save yours. So you can go to Fred to satisfy your needs, but you will not go under the impression that I would ever betray you."

After a moment, he frees your hands, which immediately latch onto his shoulders and pull him into you. For the first time, your lips meet, starving for touch. George can't get close enough to you, holding you by the waist and hair, locking your body against his. You begin reaching for the seam of his jeans, but he grabs your wrists with one hand and holds them over your head, using the other to hold open your legs as he sinks into your pussy. A moan rips through you as he licks stripes up and down your core, taking particular interest in your clit. He moans as he devours you, eliciting another string of moans and curses from your lips.

You cry out when he pulls away, devastatingly close to orgasm. "You taste so good, baby girl, but I need to feel you cum on my cock. Do you want that?" You nod, but he shakes his head. "I need words, princess." "Yes, please." With a wave of his hand, the rest of his clothes were gone. Even though he had seen most of your body, you had seen none of his. You drank in the sight of him, memorizing every curve of his body like it was the last time you'd ever see it. He lined himself up at your entrance, the contact alone making you moan. "You ready?" he asks. "Please," you beg, your body aching for his.

He pushes in slow, a mixture of his moans and yours filling the room. "You feel so fucking good," he finally says once he's bottomed out. You smile up at him, too fucked to say any actual words. "So fucking beautiful with my cock in you, princess." He thrusts into you again, pulling moans from your mouth like a prayer. His pace quickens to a breakneck speed, bringing you right to the edge of orgasm once more. "I'm gonna-" you start, before a new wave of moans leave your lips as his thumb connects with your clit. "Cum, baby girl. Come for me."

Once again, his words send you over the edge, orgasm exploding through you like a bomb. Your moans turn into screams of his name as you ride out the orgasm. Your cunt spasms from the aftershock, drawing out George's orgasm, spilling himself into you. Without a word, he spells away his seed, leaving you empty of him. You groan at his absence, but he lays beside you and pulls you into his chest. You burrow deep into him, inhaling his scent. His fingers trail patterns on your back, leaving only goosebumps in their wake.

No one speaks for ages, and you were sure George was asleep before he whispers three words. "I love you."

Tears fill your eyes as guilt fills your heart. "I love you, too."

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Halloween offer. Scaramouche in a costume: ulona, ​​Scream, Vampire any to your taste. Wants to kill us trying to find us in a big house where they threw a party. 🎃

Posts have been slow today and I'm sorry for making you and everyone wait.

(it was my laundry day ☺️ it took a bit but now I can write in clean/lavender scented sheets. Plus my favorite blankie is soft again 🥰❤️)

So here is your request.

(Albeit a bit behind schedule) ( please forgive me 🥺😖)

Jealousy was a nasty emotion. An unsightly feeling that made any respectable human look stupid and deranged. At least that's what Scaramouche had originally believed before he discovered that a certain brother of his had done the unthinkable. No. The unforgivable.

Kabukimono KNEW that Scara liked you. And yet he STILL accepted your confession and started dating you.

He didn't even attend the same university as you and still just believed he could have you when CLEARLY Scaramouche would have been the more convenient pick! It's not that they looked any different anyways...Scara could EASILY act more whiny and insufferable if he needed to, since you APPARENTLY had a type.

The audacity of the little pipsqueak.

He wouldn't let this betrayal slide.

No.

Kabukimono would pay.

YOU would pay.

And so Scara quickly began to set everything up for his revenge plan.

Getting rid of his triplet brother would be the hardest part. But he decided that it would be easiest to frame his end as a tragic accident.

Adding something he was allergic to in his food would be easiest. Especially if he hid it well and convinced kabukimono to eat after he took his medicine.

The police would see that he was already under the effects of sleeping medication. And conclude that in his dreary mental state, he must've accidentally eaten something that was deadly to him and rule his death as an accident.

It was perfect.

However, just before Scaramouche pulled it off, fucking WANDERER nearly messed it up completely by asking Scaramouche why he offered to make dinner and clearly added something to the pot that Kabu couldn't have.

He brushed it off as a mistake and assured his other kin that he would make something else but as soon as Wanderer left, Scaramouche went back to scheming.

He knew he succeeded when he got a call from the local hospital with Wanderer on the other end screaming his head off about Scaramouche being a piece of shit and accusing him of purposely harming their baby brother.

Scara just hung up.

That little shit had it coming.

But now his attention was back on you.

Beautiful, funny, charming... STUPID...you.

No. He had to remain strong.

You were clearly in the wrong. How could you not have seen the way he looked at you? The way he'd leave little gifts on your desk? The way he'd always drop EVERYTHING to spend time with you if you just as much as mentioned that you were lonely.

You did this on purpose just to fuck with him huh?

You'd regret that.

One of the most popular men on campus (Aether) had recently announced that he was going to throw a huge Halloween party at his house. Everyone who wanted to come could as he and his sister (Lumine) were well regarded for their kindness and easy going attitudes socially. Therefore the event wasn't exclusive and they made it clear that everyone going was to just have fun and have a few drinks regardless of anything going on in their lives outside.

This opportunity couldn't be better for Scara. He relished in the idea of being handed such a perfect chance to get you alone practically on a silver platter.

Now he just needed a fucking costume.

A day had passed since the party announcement and eventually Scaramouche found the time to shop for a costume. A typical store bought vampire outfit. Nothing special, he didn't plan on staying honestly. Just wanted to get you and then leave. There was no need for an elaborate or expensive costume.

However once Scaramouche arrived at the party, he realized that finding you might be more of an issue than he originally considered.

Aether and Lumine clearly came from a well off family to put it simply. Their home was nothing short of an old money mansion that had more square feet to it than the number of citizens in the town. And as Scaramouche crept inside the painted giant oak doors along with the rest of the crowd, his eyes widened in sheer disbelief as he took in the giant foyer and circular iron staircase as well as the high ceilings and marble floors.

Where the hell were you in this absolutely unnecessary amount of likely inherited living space?

Scaramouche slowly made his way through the crowd of guests and made it upstairs safely. Pausing to look below only once as his heart practically stopped.

Wanderer had just entered.

He wasn't dressed up either and he had his phone out which meant only one thing.

He was looking for Scara.

Quickly Scaramouche fled from the stairs to the upstairs hall. A long corridor with six doors lining the walls in total. He could hear voices and the muffled sounds of people fucking, however as he crept closer to the end of the hallway, he managed to catch your voice finally.

However it was coming from the stairs.

Fuck.

Scaramouche crept back towards the top. Careful to not make much of a scene as he tried to blend in with everyone else he passed and appear nonchalant.

What were you wearing?

He heard you laughing then. Sharply turning his head to face the group of people that were drinking and chatting near the railing. However he couldn't spot which one was you. He saw two men dressed as a cartoon character and an actual banana. The rest of the group consisted of 5 women. Three were wearing generic witch costumes while the other two were some kind of robot and a maid.

Scaramouche tried peering at their faces but was quickly given a look and was forced to look away. Not that he had had much time anyway as he glimpsed Wanderer coming up the steps too.

Scara hurried away.

He guessed you were probably one of the witch girls he didn't see very closely and ducked into a closet nearby to wait out Wanderer while also spying on you and your two friends.

You sounded drunk. But oddly enough it was almost cute to him. The way you laughed at stupid things and sang along to the music playing downstairs. Going as far as to poorly mimic the sound of the instruments with your own voice as you gave little care to your surroundings.

Eventually you wandered off. And so did Scara's brother thankfully.

He tried to trail you now. The knife he had brought still safely tucked into his pocket as he struggled to guess which room you were in now.

Scaramouche couldn't wait to make you pay for playing with his emotions like you did. Just the idea of seeing your pretty face contorted with fear as you struggled to move underneath him while he pinned you down. He could just hear the sounds of your adorable shrieks of pain and terror as he plunged the blade into your chest. The satisfaction he would feel, knowing that HE had been the last face you saw. The last man that would be in your mind as your eyes dulled and your body slowly bled out beneath him.

Finally you would know how he felt when he saw you with his brother at that stupid park that day.

The suffering he had been put through. The pain in his chest that YOU had inflicted upon him.

Scaramouche crept into the first empty room. Nothing. Just some random girl that lay passed out on the floor. Some other girl was clearly high as she sat on the bed staring at the ceiling blankly.

He shut the door angrily.

He heard you talking again.

The end. She's near the end of the hallway.

However before Scaramouche could head that way, he glimpsed a blue and white hoodie out of the corner of his eye and immediately ducked back into the room he had just left as Wanderer passed by the door and greeted you as you spotted him.

"Wawan! You came! Wait where's Kabu? Is he busy or something? I really needed to see him today."

"he's fine. He just had a really bad allergy attack yesterday. He's at home resting now. By the way, have you seen Scaramouche anywhere? I need to discuss something with him but I can't find him."

"no. I haven't. I thought he didn't like parties so I didn't bother looking for him."

"don't worry about it then. It's no big deal anyway. Just text me if you do see him. Have fun Y/N. I'll see you next week."

Finally he left after that.

Scaramouche quickly made his move.

However you were fucking gone AGAIN by the time he got to the end of the hall and picked the lock on the furthest door.

Swearing to himself and turning back around, he spotted your hat above the crowd and quickly stalked after you as you went back downstairs.

Several people were suspicious of him now as he had done nothing but creep around and hide since he had arrived and as he followed you into the kitchen, more heads turned his way.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

This was NOT as easy as he thought it would be.

Scaramouche quickly put on a fake smile as he pretended to be grabbing some pizza and ate it in the corner as he kept his eyes glued on you.

Your long dark hair fell over your plump ass in the most sensual way in his opinion. Your smooth skin glistened in the harsh bright lights. The way your soft voice sounded so breathy and kind even now as you slurred your words and tried to hug someone only to spill your drink on yourself.

Your thin black dress clung to your hips and emphasized your full figure beautifully as you struggled to wipe off the excess beverage from your chest with a napkin someone handed you.

Gods how Scaramouche could just feel his cock harden in his pants at the thought of being able to yank down that tight dress and expose your fat tits to him as he leaned down and gently bit one of your nipples between his teeth.

But no. He couldn't. You didn't want him.

You wanted his lousy and probably terrible lay of a brother instead.

Scaramouche struggled to understand what you even saw in that brat as he followed you out the back of the kitchen and through the small hallway behind it. You were heading for the bathroom at the end and he knew it was now or never.

If Scaramouche couldn't have you.

No one would.

You stumbled through the door just as he lunged in after you. Quickly shutting it and locking you both inside.

You had no idea what was going on.

"oh Scara! I thought you were at home with your brothers. Sorry I really need to pee. Can you wait outside for your turn in the bathroom? I don't feel comfortable with you while I'm here too.

Suddenly Scaramouche grabbed you by your shoulders and flipped you around. Pinning you against the bathroom wall as he swiftly pulled out his knife and held it to your throat.

"I'll bet you would be just fine if I were Kabukimono though hmm? You'd let HIM be in here with you wouldn't you?"

Scaramouche's hand shook as he pressed the blade into your tender flesh. A thin crimson line forming as he continued.

"so did you have your fun? Did you and him just LAUGH it up as you joked about how PATHETIC I must've looked trying so hard to get your attention for so long?"

"S-Scara... please you don't understand! We're not together!" You pleaded.

He just rolled his eyes.

"yeah right. I SAW you two meet up after evening class last month. DON'T fucking lie to me bitch."

"I'm not lying! Check my phone if you don't believe me!"

Scaramouche paused. Inching the blade away from your neck just a little.

"what? What do you mean?"

"just look. I didn't know how else to try and talk to you. So I befriended Kabu in hopes that he'd help me figure out how to spend more time with you." Your voice trembled. You shook physically as Scaramouche felt his entire inside grow cold.

No way.

He pulled your phone from your purse and easily unlocked it. Scrolling through your messages. His entire face went blank.

Shit.

He fucked up.

BEYOND fucked up.

You suddenly began to cry.

"please don't kill me! I didn't mean to make you mad! I thought you hated me because we never talked! Please just let me leave! I wanna go home!"

Scaramouche's heart raced.

No no.

This was bad.

You'd NEVER talk to him again after this.

You'd probably even call the police.

Wanderer would hear the story and put two and two together as to what happened to Kabukimono.

He'd absolutely beat the shit out of him and that was if Scaramouche DIDN'T get the shit beat out of him in prison first for two counts of attempted murder!

He knew he was fucked.

And so he gave in to the thoughts in his head.

"I'll let you go. But first..."

Scaramouche pulled you back against him as he continued to hold the knife to your throat. His free hand grasped your boob as he leaned in and gently nibbled the side of your neck.

"If I never get the chance to touch you after this, I want to enjoy myself tonight."

Using his blade, Scaramouche then brought the weapon downward and cut open the front of your dress. Your nipples grew hard as the cool air hit them. Your pussy getting wet despite the circumstances.

You tried to push Scara away from you but he clung on tightly. His entire arm wrapped around your waist as he pushed you towards the floor. Once down, he slapped your ass HARD as he pulled down the back of your dress next and exposed more of you to his predatory gaze.

His eyes linger on your curves as you feel his hand carefully trace the outline of your sex through the fabric of your panties. Cupping your pussy as he pulled your hair aside and kissed your neck again. Leaving a small trail down your back as his lips stopped on your ass cheek. He then gave it another slap before suddenly cutting away your underwear too.

Your glistening sex was a sight to behold. So wet and plump. So warm and inviting. Scaramouche couldn't help but give your lower lips a little lick as he dug his hands into your hips and pulled you against his face.

"Scara~" you whine. His tongue is deep inside of you then. He doesn't stop.

He laps at your delicate inner walls greedily even as you writhe on the floor. Your drunk body doing very little as you slump against the bathroom tile. The pleasure being too much for you in your current mental state.

You hear him sigh and moan a little against your cunt as he gives some attention to your clit next. Licking in a small circular motion as he makes your legs shake. Only stopping when you cry out and your juices squirt into his mouth.

Scaramouche swallows every drop hungrily as sits up and then flips you finally. Settling between your thighs as he frees his cock and teases your opening with the head.

"Scara you can't...I could get pregnant ~" you moan. Your words simply go in one ear and out the other as he slides into you roughly.

"good. If you do, everyone will know who this pussy belongs to and no one will DARE take you from me. Besides..." He picks up the pace. Yanking your knees up further as he fucks deeper into you.

"I think you'd look so cute all swollen with my child." He places a hand on your lower abdomen as he begins to go even faster now. His climax quickly approaching.

You moan and gasp as he hits your sweet spots repeatedly. Causing your lower body to tighten as you feel yourself cumming again. This time alongside Scara.

He takes a few deep breaths before slowly pulling out of you. Your body limp from the assault as you lay completely spent on the floor before him.

Fuck.

There was no coming back from this.

Scaramouche pulled out his phone and shot Wanderer a quick text. Telling him everything before tossing it over his shoulder and going back to focusing on you.

You were clearly still intoxicated. But your face was glowing as the aftermath of your orgasm still has you relaxed and tired. Scaramouche knew he'd be in deep shit for this. All of this.

But he still had one plan in mind.

He slid himself back into your tight heat and began to thrust into you once more. Your soft moans already driving him wild. And this would just be the beginning.

Before the night was over either Wanderer or the police would arrive for him. Or maybe both. But that didn't matter anymore.

Scaramouche still had a good 45 minutes with you before anyone would find you both.

That was plenty of time to ensure that at least when he was behind bars, that you and your body would be forever marked by him.

And that he'd have a new son or daughter waiting for him upon his release.

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Can you write something about Patrick with a girl who talks a lot?

You could talk his ears off and still be listening, fucking reading your lips if he has to. Headphones go off when you speak. And you speak a lot. You're aware, right, you have a little rambling problem. But you just have a lot to say about every single topic!

In class, you always talk the most, constantly raising your hand and contributing when the professors allows you. You choose different topics and make the longest presentations just so you could tell everyone all that you've managed to remember. And, what's best you keep Patrick interested. He's genuinely been putting a lot more effort into learning and preparing for classes, especially when he's in your presence. Even when you're talking about a difficult topic, about something you don't understand, you keep brainstorming out loud. Every single math equation you solve, you keep mumbling under your breath.

"Alright, both sides are divisible by two so we can do that, mhm, then five-x goes onto the other side. No, no, no, the other way. Three-y goes there. Yup. Now five x minus two x. Oh! We can divide that by three, mhm."

And Patrick is listening. He's fucking sitting there on your bed, eyes glued to the glasses that keep sliding down youe nose, watching as you lick your lips and nod, encouraging yourself that you're doing it the right way. And, fuck, you look fucking stunning sitting there in your little shorts and working on your stupid math problems.

There's never a silent moment with you. You're a bubbly extrovert, making sure that no meeting leaves the two of you in awkward silence. You always find a topic to talk about, even if it's just the weather, and sometimes Patrick gets annoyed that you're paying so much attention to everything around you, always finding topics to talk about that you kinda forget he's here, next to you.

"Do you ever shut up?"

He doesn't mean it in a bad way, not even considering talking rudely to you. But the sentence slips past his lips before he could stop it.

"What?" your head snaps towards Patrick, lips parting in confusion. Did you hear him right?

But apparently, there's no going back for Patrick. Not now. "You talk a lot."

Oh. Your mouth closes slowly and eventually, after a few seconds of processing his words, you nod, gazing down at your lap. "Yeah, um, I guess, yeah. I guess I do. Sorry."

Fuck. You look like you're about to cry right now. Like you're about to shatter into pieces because now, at this moment, you realise how much you've really been talking. Not just around Patrick, but around everyone else too. You always talk, pulling all the attention to yourself and the things you see, that you don't give anyone else a chance to speak their mind.

Patrick shifts closer, his thigh pressing into yours. He absolutely didn't mean that. He never wanted to see you cry.

"No, no, no, listen," he begins, panicking at the glossy sight of your eyes. Fuck, he's really messed up this time. "I meant it like... You talk about everything. Everything around you. But never about me."

About him? And why would you possibly have to talk about Patrick?

"About you?" you mutter, gaze nervously raising to settle on his freckled face. "You... You want me to talk about you?"

"Yes," he nods.

"But why? I mean... We talk about you, don't we? About tennis, about Art... There's a lot of stuff we mention, isn't it?" you keep murmuring bashfully, once again prolonging your speech despite trying to hold back.

Patrick shakes his head and takes one of your hands in his. "That's not me, that's different topics."

"Then what is you, Patrick?" you wonder.

"I'm me, Y/N. I don't want to talk about the weather or some random shit. I want to talk about me, about you. About us."

"Us?" you gulp, eyes flicking between his own. Apparently, his words are still not settling in your brain in the right way.

"You're so stupid sometimes," Patrick sighs, balling both of your hands into little fists and resting his shoulder on your knuckles. For how much you talk, your mind seems so empty all of a sudden.

"What do you mean, Patrick? I'm sorry, I just don't really understand you, like, we've never talked about this before. I thought we like talking together? We're on the same wavelength and we-"

You're roughly shut up by Patrick grasping your face in his hands and pressing his lips against yours, effectively interrupting your speech. He's desperate, really, and don't know what else to do to just shut your mouth for a while.

And after a moment, his lips begin moving slowly, parting and ghosting over yours in a gentle kiss. His hold on your head loosens and fingers slide over your cheeks which have surely heated up at the sudden gesture. That's definitely not what you expected to happen.

It takes a while for Patrick to pull away, a thin trail of saliva hanging from your lips as he does so, leaving you completely flabbergasted. He chuckles at your flustered expression, running over your lips with his thumb.

"Sorry. I just had to shut you up somehow."

[hyacinthdoll1315]

3.5 Months of Moth HRT

So, um, hi again! Not much has changed since last time but well, feel like I should be updating this more. a few things have changed. My eyesight is a bit fuzzier now. not enough to need glasses at least! but stuff that's really far away has gotten more, smudged I guess?

I called the doc about it since I was worried about having another eye infection (eww) but apparently, it's not too uncommon to occur by this point, something about the eyes beginning to split? I wasn't able to pay attention to much of it (been so scatterbrained(maybe some more tea will help?) but I did some looking into insect eyes and it seems to be the case? something about less resolution.

my sense of smells really strong now, and I'm starting to find it affecting my emotions. like, you know how ants have this smell they leave when foraging? it, kind of makes me hungry now. not that I've been sticking around ants much! I'm a moth through and through thank you very much! (paperyum)

the biggest thing I think is my skin? I'm not quite sure but it kind of feels, tight? and it's been drying out easier. like, wearing a suit that's too small. not sure what that's about, but at least my setae is still growing!

Well, silver lining I guess.

look, that's, not why I decided to write this though, I just. I feel used, in a way. and I need to write it.

So, about a week ago I went to hang out with my friends again. they've been nice and as cool as always, but, I don't know, there's this kind of, disconnect? like, Only Alice (Tea friend!) has really tried to understand while the others have kind of just acted like nothing changed and teased me a bit as normal. I guess it's just ribbing, but, I don't know, I've never really agreed with it.

but uh, we went to the mall, which was kind of nice, the others wanted to watch a movie and go to the arcade, and it was kind of fun? though a little overstimulating (too loud and the movie was boring) I kept getting weird looks the whole time though, and I just. why? they kept looking at me like, I was strange, which I sort of get, but some seemed creeped out, others disgusted.

I used to be pretty oblivious (I admit, I am kind of naive) but now I just, I couldn't stop seeing it. Even when we went to get food, there was this look in people's eyes like I was, wrong. I even heard someone call me a "freak of nature", though maybe they were talking to someone else? (no, it was about me, definitely).

I tried telling the others I wanted to go somewhere else but they just kept saying it was fine and we could go do something else first. I didn't even get to go to my favorite teashop out of fear of losing the group!

Eventually, we stopped at this ramen place and I remember we were mostly joking around a bit. I was having my salad (meat tastes a bit weird now), I don't remember it all. I think someone said something and I felt hurt, said something like, "I can't help it", I think it was about having to be a vegetarian, and I remember one of my friends just, poked the top of my head and laughed at me, something like "well duh, a moth like you doesn't eat much. don't worry about it, just follow the lights." or, something like that I just.

I felt sick. I quickly got up to the bathroom and I think I heard Alice chastising them but I don't remember. I just, needed space. The whole lamp thing is so annoying! like, everyone acts like moths always move toward light when there's so much more going on there! humans may not know how it all works, but it's definitely not just what people think it is, like some infatuation with it!

After that, I just wanted out. the others acted like nothing happened, but, I don't think I can keep hanging around with them anymore. like, they're my friends, you know? they should be there to help! and they do, or at least Alice does. the others just tend to joke around and be silly.

so yeah, that's what happened. they've tried contacting me with stuff like "Hey Emily, we didn't mean anything by it" "We were just joking, Em", or just "Hey Emily, you coming for our next dnd session?" I think I'm going to stop talking to them, just reduce contact, say I'm busy with other stuff, anything to stay out of, that, again.

I haven't gone out in a bit, just been getting my groceries, got my tea, and been trying to relax. I just hope I can find people who can better understand.

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[chippedshake]

Sodapop angst !! 🫶

thank you so so much the fandom needs more sodapop and generally I forget about him

(gonna kill three birds with one stone and write that song fic based on never knew a heart could break itself and also fill in the "fic based on your favourite song at the moment" slot from my the outsiders bingo card)

You're getting used to sleepin' in an empty bed

When Ponyboy comes back for the holidays, he sleeps in his old room again. It's never doubted, never questioned, never talked about with Soda. It just... happens.

Of course they knew he would have to get used to sleeping alone once he went off to college, even if the nightmares never stopped. But Sodapop had always assumed he'd be glad for some comfort at night, even if just for the holidays.

Apparently not.

"What's up with that?" Soda asks Darry the moment Ponyboy closes his bedroom door behind him. Darry turns to look at him, confused.

"With what?"

"Him sleepin' alone."

Darry shrugs. "Ain't it better for him to be used to it? You aren't gonna be there forever."

Soda turns away, looking back at the closed door in front of him, ignoring the quiet aching in his chest. I would be. I would be there forever, helping him fall asleep if he needed to when he's eighty years old.

He sighs.

"Guess so."

I'm getting used to the pain

It takes a couple days, but eventually Soda learns to embrace it. Embracing the happy moments during the day, when Steve manages to get some time away from the mechanic's he's been hired at and Two-Bit is forcibly separated from his girlfriend, that the whole gang — or what's left of it — spends together.

He laughs at the right times during Ponyboy's college stories and asks the right questions about Darry's recent promotion at his bookkeeping job. And the knowledge that Ponyboy's leaving in a week and Darry's leaving once he saves up enough money can be buried deep down below everything else so that maybe it isn't as terrible a feeling.

So farewell to Oklahoma, thanks for holding onto me

Everyone seems to want to leave Tulsa. Ponyboy's college isn't even in Oklahoma, Darry won't stop talking about leaving and never coming back, even Steve talks about "leaving this shithole behind".

Is Soda the only one that likes it there? The whole Soc-greaser conflict has calmed down, anyway.

Is it really that bad to not want to leave?

The way I'm holding onto all these memories

Is it really that bad to want to stay in the only place he can remember his parents? The only place Johnny ever lived, the only place he ever knew Dally?

Is it really that bad to want to stay in his childhood city, to not want to escape from a place that has been nothing but inviting to him? Why is everyone obsessed with leaving, with getting out of the city?

It's not perfect, but it's home, and it's all Soda knows. Nowhere else will be perfect either.

Is he the only one to realise that?

I hope you're happy, but I miss you madly

Ponyboy calls them sometimes, but he mainly sends letters. They take longer, but he really puts the time in and tells them everything. He has a friend named Mike, apparently, who he's been spending a lot of time with.

Even helps with the nightmares, sometimes, he says.

Jealousy is an ugly emotion, and Sodapop can't believe it's his reaction to Ponyboy getting the help he needs.

But if he no longer needs him, if his brothers don't need him to be there for them, what's he even there for? He always knew he wouldn't get far in school, or get a high brow job. He would work in a filling station the rest of his life, and that was fine when he had Sandy and Steve and Darry and Ponyboy.

Sandy's in Florida now, Steve's found a new job, Darry's saving up, and Ponyboy's already left.

With all of them gone, what's left in Soda?

Don't hold it against me, but I'm not even close to

Soda's emotions have always been big, overflowing, taking up every part of him. Eventually, he can't hold them in any longer and they just fall out in a horrendous case of word vomit.

It happens now, too. Instead of Steve, as it tends to be, Darry is on the receiving end, and he's the one to have to wrap an arm around Soda's shoulders and tell him they won't leave him behind. He's the one to look around awkwardly, desperately, looking for someone to help him, and come up empty-handed.

Letting you go yet, reality's frozen

He can't bring himself to accept it. His mind has frozen the world around him because he can't process that people are leaving, leaving him behind to deal with everything alone.

The Earth is turning, the world won't stop moving, their home is falling apart—

But in Soda's little bubble, everything has stayed the same.

'Cause I can't take the photos of us off the shelf

And even years later, when he's living in a small apartment in New York with Steve, his nightstand is still littered with photos of his brothers, smattered across the country.

Darry in community college, Ponyboy teaching English in a city where no one knows him. And Soda's with Steve, fighting for their rights, pretending like they aren't scared of being beaten.

They send letters, they call sometimes, but it's not the same. And Soda still falls asleep looking at those photos.

I never knew a heart could break itself

[chewbokachoi]

“I wish you would write a fic about…” Ask game.

Valenwind where Vincent falls asleep on Cid’s shoulder for the first time

Or

TOS The triumvirate attempt to cook, the only one that knows what he’s doing is Kirk.

It could be a sentence, it could be 20 words. Whatever you want. Thank you!

I think I can arrange some Valenwind below the cut 👀

It had been a long day. And despite it being a long day, and one that left even Cid aching, he couldn't sleep. From what he could tell with a quick walk down the halls, he hoped the rest of his party was resting well.

So he was downstairs at the hotel bar, of course, because where else could he get a drink and smoke? Well, he had to be outside for that last one, but still. Which was where he was. Outside, on a stone bench, leaning against the gaudy wall with a drink in one hand and cigarette in the other.

He had his eyes on the moon.

"Hmph," Cid put the cigarette in his mouth and glared elsewhere.

"I thought you would be out here," said a deep voice.

Cid glanced to his right as Vincent glided by--or looked to. Bastard always had a way of looking and moving elegantly despite his getup. "What, you miss me?" He scoffed. Cid wasn't stupid--he had noticed Vincent's eyes on him more and more as of late. Yet instead of snarling like a mad dog at him, Cid found it something close to comforting.

Vincent sat next to him, though not as close as Cid would have liked. "Everyone else was accounted for." He said instead.

Cid raised an eyebrow.

"I know you check on the party as well," Vincent continued. "But I know you won't go in or even use a sense materia."

Cid nodded and exhaled smoke. "Did you just try complimenting me by saying I don't invade privacy but you do?" He asked with a smirk.

Vincent simply raised an eyebrow. "I worked security."

"Right." Cid said with a nod, but amused. "Well, I'm here. Accounted for." He leaned back, not realizing he had moved to look at Vincent while talking.

"Hm." Vincent leaned back himself and crossed his arms. "Were you looking at the moon again?"

Cid snuffed the cigarette on the stone arm of the bench, mood souring. And he felt something in him stir--"again." Not just a reminder of his habit, but Vincent apparently noticed. "And if I was?" He muttered.

Vincent's eyes flickered in Cid's direction. "No reason."

"Right," Cid said and lit another cigarette. "Well. Like I said. Accounted for. You're able to sleep now."

"Everyone is both accounted for but not alone." Vincent said.

"So?" Cid glanced at him. "I've been on my own. None of the others have even if they say otherwise. What of it?" He shifted, not ignorant of where this was possibly going, but not sure he deserved it.

Vincent looked back at the moon. "These are dangerous times. It would be negligent of me to leave a party member alone."

"Hah!" Cid laughed and sent out a jet of smoke. "Fine. Stay out here in the cold with me if you want. Your choice." Cid said.

Vincent said nothing but didn't get up.

Cid didn't care to engage in further conversation. That had probably been the chattiest he had ever heard from the man. It wasn't a bad thing, but it was a new thing and a thing for Cid to mull over.

He had moved onto his fourth cigarette when he noticed Vincent's posture had changed. Looking over, he saw the man was more relaxed. His breathing seemed to indicate he was still awake, but for how much longer Cid wasn't sure.

"Did you wanna go inside or something?" Cid asked.

"Did you?" Vincent replied, his voice still deep but something was less rough about it.

"Not really."

"Then there's your answer." Vincent said.

"Hm." Cid simply said. He glanced at Vincent and then quickly looked elsewhere. Eventually his eyes rested on the moon once more.

As Cid snuffed the cigarette and decided that was enough for the night, he felt something on his shoulder. "Eh?" Glancing over, he saw a mass of black hair and a pale nose poking out. After a second or two, Cid realized he was looking at Vincent's head on his shoulder. He stared, not knowing what to do.

It was the first time he had ever seen Vincent so calm and relaxed.

Cid felt himself smile. He carefully moved to be a little more comfortable himself and found his gaze settling on Vincent.

I hope you liked--I just went 'LET'S SEE WHERE THIS GOES!'

[sga-owns-my-soul]

Fic Idea Adoption!

i have way too many ideas for fics and i know i won't ever get around to writing them all so i'm putting some ideas up for adoption!! i may or may not write these eventually, but they're too good of ideas to leave sitting in my notes app forever, so i'm releasing them to the void! anyone and everyone is welcome to use them, and feel free to be as ambiguous with the prompts as you want! no particular order but nsfw ideas are at the bottom for anyone who wants to avoid them!

(if you do use any of these, i would love to read the fic!! you definitely do not have to but please feel free to send me anything you write off this list!!)

-john takes rodney to earths moon

-john and rodney find the ancient equivalent of speed. they do Everything

-au where ronon gets earth to repeal dadt bc john tells him it's why he can't be with rodney and ronon goes I Must Fix This (he enlists teyla and lorne and maybe cadman)

-rodney asks ronon to go with john to earth (outcast coda)

-rodney goes on bill nye saves the world after stargate declassification

-evans biggest fear is having to shoot john (and maybe getting a promotion bc of it?) and john finds out

-rodney’s ‘torture too hideous and intimate to recount’ is him being tortured, just for them to realize that torturing his team is a better way to break him

-teyla living out ‘the chosen one’ trope

-what happens to sora after the eye

-au where meredith(female!rodney) comes to atlantis instead of rod and not only is rodney horribly disturbed, he’s furious (and strangely confused) as to why everyone apparently likes him more as a woman

-todd is weirdly obsessed with this strange human he meets, and is determined to get closer to him

-the team is most excited about catching up with todd when they get the confirmation atlantis is going back to pegasus

-everyone complains about rodney’s moods bc no one can complain about the infinitely worse in every way sheppard bad moods, that make everyone on the base wish they were on a hive ship being eaten by two wraith at once

-au where ronon ends up on athos at the same time the wraith come and he sneaks through the gate with the intention of just sneaking away on the next planet but whoops it’s atlantis (ronon pov)

-rodney keeps a memorial for every single scientist lost in his lab and radek shows it to new scientists who start complaining about rodney not caring and risking their lives

-reaper au where’s he’s fed the fuck up with these two stupid men who never actually die when they’re supposed to and it’s more annoying than anything now bc he still needs to show up

-au carson comes to atlantis and is HORRIFIED by becketts retrovirus research and the hoffan drug bc “does the hippocratic oath mean NOTHING here???”

-au where rodney can’t admit to himself what john means to him, until something happens that brings all the alternate rodney’s that have lost their johns to atlantis, and they all fall apart when they see john alive, and john and rodney have to have a Conversation (mcshep? maybe ambiguous? idk yet)

-rodney sees john as three separate entities: the Colonel, who is Professional Important Official Man; sheppard, who is his friend/team lead that he hangs out with and goes on missions with; and john, who he’s always seeming to have very intimate moments with that make him question a lot of how he feels

-early days in the city, elizabeth is sick of the marines shitting on the scientists for not being tough and the scientists for shitting on the marines for not being smart so she makes them try to solve a fake crisis from the other side and everyone is like aww shit this is harder than it looks

-that thing where tough men pretend they don’t care much about someone but then the person gets hurt and Tough Guy go a little feral and then holds them close and whisper pet names (sweetheart, baby, darling, etc) but it’s john and/or ronon after rodney gets injured

-the more important something is to john, the harder it is for him to talk about it, and rodney starts to realize how hard it is for john to talk about what rodney means to him

-a bunch of au sheppards get brought to atlantis and one on them is terrified of flying

-rodney has always said biology was beneath him, but then ford almost died, and was… different, from the wraith. and rodney knew he had to find a way to help ford, maybe find a way to fix his mental problems while keeping the physical benefits. rodney and carson find a way to save ford and sheppard is so thankful he kisses them both

nsfw ideas:

-ronon suggests some planets for trading when they get low on supplies that have an interesting trade system. it seems too good to be true and they wonder why telya hasn't taken them until they find out that they trade goods for sex

-au where john is hired as a spy for atlantis and he seduces people in pegasus to get intel for the city

-sometimes rodney just grabs john (by the hair, throat, back of the neck, chin, etc) and asks who he belongs to and john instantly melts

-rodney decides to be a tease on a mission and teyla and ronon think mckay is just really pissing sheppard off when he pulls mckay away for “privacy” but really he’s just super horny and wants to fuck (or, teyla and ronon don’t realize that their fighting is foreplay)

[sincerely-astra]

Could you please do Hifumi Yamada X Trans-boy!Reader? (☁️) ^^

☁️Hifumi Yamada x Trans-Male Reader☁️

It all started at none other than an anime con, the breeding ground for artists, fanfic writers, merch creators, and anime fans alike.

Really though, the only reason you were at this particular con today was because your friend had begged you to come with them... Spouting some nonsense like you need to get out more and be "socialized", whatever that meant. So, being the great friend you are, you went with them begrudgingly and to your surprise, it was actually pretty fun! Whether you watch anime religiously, are only a casual enjoyer, or flat-out don't like it, you could still find fun in every corner of that place, there is always something for you to do.

As cons go though, you eventually lose your friend in the sea of people. You also wanted to leave soon, which required you to find them. They weren't answering your texts nor were they picking up your calls so you had to just walk around mindlessly, hoping to spot them. The best timewaster, I'm sure.

Walking around the artist alley was at least some alleviation from your growing headache as you got to see lots of cool artists! While walking though, you began to notice a rather large line of people lining up at a singular booth... In fact, the line was so large that you honestly had trouble figuring out what it was they were lining up for, only getting any information from passing conversations about some writing and a "Princess Piggles." You had to admit though, you were curious, so with time to kill until your friend answers you and some spare cash in your pocket, you make your way back to the end of the line to hopefully get a glimpse at what this particular artist was selling.

...And boy, what a long line that was. You had almost given up on three separate occasions only to just stay in line after figuring that you were too deep into it to leave now. It took a solid hour to finally make it to the front and apparently, you were the last person to do so as no one was behind you. Finally being able to see what you were probably paying for, you looked ahead and saw a booth with a ton of different books stacked on it, presumably a manga or something of the sort. Behind that booth though was a man with brown hair, glasses, chubby, and wearing a shirt with a pink-haired anime girl on it.

"Welcome to the one and only booth of the famous Alpha and Omega! Or Hifumi Yamada if you prefer, how many editions of my fanfic, "Princess Piggles and the Quest for the Crown" will you be buying today?" "...Oh, that's what this is?" "....Of course that's what this is! Are you mocking my work or something!?"

Yeah, it took a moment for you to even process the fact that he was selling fanfiction in an artist alley and the fact that, that many people wanted to buy it. No disrespect to the guy, but you have never heard of a fanfic creator becoming that popular... It just took you off guard. Still, keeping your word and getting past all the initial confusion from both you and Hifumi, you did end up buying one of the copies. You even got to talking with Hifumi (no, you will not be calling him the alpha and the omega for your own sanity) and he honestly did seem to be too bad after you cleared up the misconception from earlier.

Admittedly, he was still a bit skeptical of your intentions but that's just how he is with everyone, so there's no true malice behind it.

Hifumi didn't think too much of you at first, it was nice talking to someone who wasn't the five online friends he regularly chats to about Princess Piggles and other anime, but it wasn't like you automatically became besties or anything.

Not to mention, this was just one meeting at a con and you both didn't exchange socials, so it's unlikely you'll meet again...

Yeah, unlikely doesn't mean it won't actually happen. It was no later than a few weeks later when you two met up again at another con. And then you saw him at another one and another one... You both went to a lot of cons apparently.

You two didn't go up to each other outside of the booth, but you would go up to his booth and buy whatever new edition of his fanfic was out as well as chat for a bit.

You kind of felt like a regular customer with how often you were seeing and buying his stuff. Though truth be told, you were more there just to chat with the guy since, well, why not? It's not often you keep meeting up with the same person at different cons completely unplanned, it had to mean something right?

Hifumi also didn't mind the company, you both actually got to know each other a little better and learned things about each other's personal lives. You learned he had a sister, that he occasionally likes karaoke, he likes diet coke, etc.

Gonna be honest, Hifumi was completely oblivious to the signs that you were trans at first...

He's never had many friends to begin with, much less female or trans ones, so any sign that could have given you away is completely lost on him. The only thing that he noticed was that you were a little more tomboyish than the usual girls he runs into, but even that's subjective with each girl.

Your acquaintanceship had been growing pretty rapidly ever since you two first met and a friendship was quickly blooming.

The catalyst for it of course is the fact that you two finally decided to exchange numbers!

Outside of cons, you would text each other pretty frequently between school, work, and what have you. Hifumi was pretty great at making you laugh, not to mention his seamlessly endless supply of memes he had for every occasion, it wasn't hard to start actively seeking out his presence through the phone.

He would give you sneak peeks on new editions of his fanfics and you'd give him whatever critiques you could find on the previous ones, which there weren't that many of considering he was a really good writer.

You did try to lean into the fact that you were trans a few times in conversations, mainly because it was giving you bad dysphoria being referred to as Miss and other feminine attributes all the time...

He still didn't quite pick it up though.

Though, if you tell him to stop calling you miss, he will stop! So, it's a small victory.

A big perk of having Hifumi as a friend is that he will draw for you, be it your OC's or just something from your favorite shows, movies, games, etc., he loves surprising you with them.

While being his friend, please also do the world a small favor and try to make him calm down a bit... Especially his attitude towards women.

The world thanks you for your service.

He will be yapping to you about Princess Piggles, no questions asked. He also makes fun of you for not being as invested in it as he is, but it's all in good fun.

Please feed him some actual food, Hifumi hasn't eaten anything other than snacks and junk for the past few years, he needs this-

If you ever ask Hifumi if you can burrow his clothes (because they are more oversized and more masculine than what your wardrobe), it's gonna be a hesitant yes, not because there's a problem with you burrowing them but because he only has so many clothes that actually fit him... He really hates clothes shopping.

Hifumi's talent, no matter what others might say, is impressive.

He brings the worlds he loves to real life, spreading the joys of such creations to anyone who will listen. Although entertainment is not something incredibly useful like medicine or martial arts, it is still a pillar in people's lives.

He wishes more people would realize that...

Weirdly enough, Hifumi, I headcanon Hifumi to be a germaphobe. He will ask you to sanitize your hands anytime you come over and wash them at least five more times before touching anything.

Hifumi is also not judgy, like, at all. He might be in denial of most things, but he is very aware that others find his talent and passions weird so he never really feels like he has room to judge anyone else.

There comes a point in your friendship when Hifumi actually does start to pick up on the clues that you're trans and it surprises him that it took this long for him to realize anything- Although he doesn't exactly know you trans, he does find it weird how often you cover your body up, how you try hard to speak in a more monotone voice, the way you avoided mirrors, all of these signs that started to concern him.

He didn't want to push you to talk to him about it, he valued your friendship too much to lose it by him being stupid. (He might also have a teeny tiny crush on you but whattt-)

Hifumi Yamada is not that impatient..., but god is it hard to not blurt out all his questions the more stuff he notices. Look, he does feel bad, but also, he really wants to know, like, now! :'(

That's why when you eventually come out to him, his first reaction is a sigh of relief... He is now in the know. Don't worry though, cause his second reaction is to be immensely supportive, scooping you into a hug and saying whatever he thinks sounds right in the moment. He really just wants you to be you and be comfortable being you with him, please know he cares about you so much and you're welcome to tell him anything!

With coming out, out of the way, Hifumi's behavior and actions don't actually change much from before coming out- He's never treated you one way or the other before, so why start now? He does try to be considerate of things that might give you dysphoria though and he will give you gender-affirming items like binders if need be. Trust him, his fanfics have made quite the market so he's not afraid to spend a couple bucks on you.

The transphobes better beware too, cause Hifumi will go after them in online and real life! No transphobe will be getting passed him, not to you or any other trans person he sees getting harrassed.

You two have a ton of over-the-phone movie nights together when either of you for whatever reason can't go over to the other house. The only thing is though that Hifumi will be picking the most obscure anime movies to watch or something with Princess Piggles, so you might be suffering through it all the whole time.

Hifumi absolutely hates horror since he gets freaked out quite easily, so horror movies, games, and what have you are all banned.

Now, Hifumi has had a... small crush on you for quite a while now. (Who's he kidding? Dude is literally head over heels for you.)

But he's always been kind of in denial about it since you are friends and he rather die than lose his one irl friend. Plus, there's no way on earth you would like someone like him... He's well aware of how he is and he sees no reason for you to like him.

Hifumi is in pretty good denial about his feelings towards you due to his own insecurities and the risk of jeopardizing your relationship over something that will totally go away in like a week. But as time passes and his feelings just get stronger and stronger instead of disappearing like he wished they would, he knew he was eventually gonna crack... He was not good with these kinds of things and it was pretty clear to you that something was bothering him every time you came over. It was written all over his face... and his sweaty palms.

He tries to keep his cool anytime he's around you, he talks about Princess Piggles and all his other interests, but suddenly, mid-way through talking, none of his passions seem so interesting when you are in front of him...

God, he can't believe he's allowing himself to love someone that isn't 2D... May Princess Piggles forgive him for this but he can't keep in his love for you any longer.

When he finally feels ready to confess after months of staying in this awkward crush phase, he is determined to confess in the most formal, romantic way he can think of.

He gets you both a reservation at a nice restaurant, telling you it was just to celebrate your friendiversary (which conveniently was coming up,) and he gets everything prepared for that day. He rents himself a nice tux, buys flowers, and tries his best to emotionally prepare himself so he doesn't break down through dinner from his nerves.

It was going to be perfect, he's seen countless anime scenes where this very thing happens, surely it won't be that much different in real life, right?

On a cool Sunday night, you both meet up at said restaurant all dressed up and fancy, ready to have a nice time. While walking in with Hifumi and sitting at a table, it wasn't hard to see that something was bothering him... You didn't mention it right then, but he was jittery and nervous throughout the whole meal, completely unlike himself. Sure, he was talking and joking like normal, but there was always this tension coming from him that made you raise an eyebrow... Hifumi himself wasn't feeling great about it either, mentally cursing himself for still being so nervous even after all those hours spent preparing for this very moment. It didn't help that he was kind of overstimulated at the moment with all the bright lights, his stuffy tux, the new foods, and everything else that was making this night a lot harder than he wanted it to be.

Hifumi practically ran out of his seat once dinner was over and he paid the bill, saying that there's this nice scenic spot he wants to take you to. Said spot being a gorgeous, secluded spot, right along the beach, the moonlight reflecting off the water's surface finally get the chance to ask Hifumi what was wrong, a question that had been on your mind ever since you saw him. Hifumi took a deep breath... and finally was able to tell you how he felt!

Except that you couldn't understand a word he said due to how fast he was speaking- It took a few more times of him saying the same thing over and over for him to finally slow down and let the words, "I love you!" Leave his mouth.

His heart was pounding as his ears rang, the silence between you two making him really want to take everything he just said back even if he knew he couldn't...

He's glad for that as well since not even a second later after that thought passed through his mind, you accepted his confession. You accepted him.

Hifumi can be kind of touchy when in a relationship since he's been so touch-starved all his life, he needs to make up for all that lost time!

One of the biggest changes in his life since getting into a relationship with you is the fact that his Princess Piggles obsession has simmered down drastically-

Also, he's a lot more active and social now since you two go out a lot on dates or just hang out. However, his favorite moments are still the ones where you two just laze about watching movies at home.

He pretty much kisses the ground you walk on, no joke. Hifumi just never thought real love would ever come to him, much less with someone who is 3D, so he wants to make sure he treats you right!

He is still a very active supporter of your identity, arguably even more so now that he's in a relationship with you. He is always staying informed with the trans community and still tries his best to make you comfortable wherever you both are.

Seriously, Hifumi does not understand transphobes... Like, how can you hate something that doesn't even mildly affect you or hurt anyone?? He's so confused.

Hifumi could really care less if you want to fully transition or not, whatever you want to do is none of his business and he supports whatever route you take. If you do wish to medically transition though, he will be paying for your surgeries and medications since he wants to help out in any way he can. :)

He loves getting you any kind of trans pride items that he can find, like pins and shirts. He also gets some ally pins pins for himself.

Please let him drag you to every con he goes to, he needs your support while he talks to so many people who don't know Princess Piggles like he does! :'(

He also will take breaks with you though and go around actually exploring the con and probably spending way too much money on other stalls at the artist alley-

Whenever he's doing art warmups, his favorite thing to sketch out is you.

A/N: I am not going to lie, I was surprised to see a request for Hifumi since people usually tend to dislike him. I quite enjoyed writing this though, he deserves some more attention. :)

[marleykay]

There is something in the air. It will not leave me alone.

Source always gives out warnings. Source is fair. That is karma.

You act in evil, you send out that energy and it comes around to you in kind. That is fair. It may take a while, but it happens. Karma is justice.

I'm not the most religious person. But I will say The Bible was originally a channeled piece of writing before man interfered with it.

And I have a verse that keeps repeating over and over in my head.

"Do not touch my anointed ones; do my prophets no harm"

Try to figure that one out.

You've done your work in the dark. Now it is coming to light. I told you. I've been saying and warning everyone things were going to come into the open and the light, and there was nothing that could be done to stop it. I've been saying that for months. On here and on that aura forum.

When you lie and act in dishonesty and deception, you disrupt the harmony and flow of Source. The energy from that in turn works to throw it out to get back to its normal flow. Doesn't matter how long it takes. 3 days, 6 months, 5 years, 3 decades. It will eventually happen.

Source decides how they deal with liars. With deceivers.

Here it is, apparent that Source has chosen its messengers. Has chosen how, when and where messages will be released. All for its plan.

You're anxious and frightened. You don't like that the truth is out there in the open. You don't like the stories going around. You're going to try to try to dispel it.

You don't think Source, God, universe, creator or what have you doesn't know how you will react? That it hadn't thought of that? Source knows you. I'm sure that's all been taken into consideration. You're not going to be able to out maneuver it. I've already said that.

Karma has already been paying you visits. It will continue to. And it will happen in waves. Think of the ocean.

I'm not trying to scare you. I'm just being honest. I'm being fair. I'm telling you so you can, I don't know, brace yourself.

I don't play an underhanded game. I don't play in the dark. I don't cloak myself in deceit. I don't do it the way you do it. I'm being open with it.

The next half year in particular is going to be hard on you. There's nothing you can do. You thought the law would be your cover, and Source told you no. It used one of its messengers. One of its 'prophets'.

This is literally God you're dealing with. It knew the moves you were making in secret and the motives. It's going to make you pay for it.

You can try to tell people that psychics aren't real or that psychics are biased or whatever else. But you know. That's all I care about. Along as you get this message, I'm golden. I really don't care what others think of me. It's not my business. It's not my prerogative.

Higher powers have been at play in this situation for a long time. There is free will, so they can't interfere, but they can try to guide. Source wouldn't allow Henry to be tied to a lie. They sent messengers. His guides themselves kept making him feel and sense things. They were shouting something wasn't right at him. It was going to get out eventually. Source itself tells me the child looks nothing like him. He would have realized just off that itself. He didn't sense the spiritual bond that comes from siring children. Having children is actually a very spiritual thing. There's links, chains that connect you forever. It's why sometimes adopted children always feel like something is missing. He never felt that. He never felt like he had fathered a child. His intuition and 'human' mind were at war for a bit over it. It fostered his doubt. Along with the messengers. They did make him feel more confident in what his intuition was saying.

You hope to still 'win'. You've gone too far with him. No amount of apologies or anything will make him bend to you. You disrespect a person enough, and that door will forever remain closed to you. He wants nothing to do with you. I don't think you can comprehend the amount of resentment and misery he feels towards you. Sorrys will not turn that around. If he ever forgives the deceit and resulting turmoil from it, it will be for himself. Not you. Does not mean there will be reconciliation. You're someone he doesn't want to be around and even look at. You keep pushing your boundaries, and pushing yourself further on him will just further that.

You think the harder you push just means it will eventually work out for you. It will not work that way.

[thewhumpcaretaker]

No because if Chad Stahelski doesn't drop the Impossible Task, I will write it myself and it'll be WickedSaint. I even have ideas, so Chad... gimme, but I'll still write my version bc yes. I need desperate Santino, I just need Santino feeling proud bc John Wick asked HIM for help (crush asked him out, date idea was killing ppl <3). Imagine, Santino was trying to prove himself to his father, who always had higher expectations, and apparently nothing was good enough, but then JOHN WICK THE BOOGEYMAN asked specifically Santino for help. His father must be rolling in his grave but fuck him, Santino was suffering. And the trust between Santino and John, you could see in the movie how much they trusted each other (until that trust got unfortunately broken). So something definitely happened, John doesn't just trust people. Yes, the marker and all that but still there was some level of respect. (And kissing).

I yapped a lot but I wanted to hear your thoughts on the Impossible Task AHAH

Soooooo I learned a little bit about how to write a film treatment (a kind of outline written before the script) and I went ahead and wrote one for The Impossible Task! I tried to make this completely canon-compliant and something that Chad Stahelski could actually make without breaking his franchise (even if he won't T_T). So, it's short and action-packed, and isn't exactly how I'd like to think things happened, but it fits better with the John Wick movies somewhat than what I usually write for wickedsaint. I have a lot of conflicted feelings about it, especially with how it compares Helen and Santino, but I did my best. This was fun to make!!

P.S. it also relies on some of the plot points from @mrssimply's story, because I'm not that good at coming up with what the impossible task was actually all about. I think she wrote that it was about killing all the crime lords in the area at once, and I reused that idea.

♥♥ The Impossible Task ♥♥

Log Line: John Wick asks his former lover to help him one last time in escaping the business, resulting in a nostalgic, heartbreaking postmortem on their doomed love affair.

TW: canon-typical violence, alcohol, homophobia from Santino's father, what could be interpreted as suicidal ideation from Santino but it's not overt

We open on a dreamy sequence, similar to the opening of John Wick Chapter One. It's cutting between a young John Wick in the Tarkovsky Theater, reading The Little Mermaid (the sad, Hans Christian Anderson version), and a young Santino reading the same book. Santino is dressed in all black, and so is John. Eventually we see that Santino is hiding from everyone at his mother's funeral. He is called away from his book to talk to important people. He refuses, but is dragged offscreen anyway. John is also called away, by The Director, who is scolding him that he should be practicing. He quickly hides the book and runs offscreen too. But we see both boys look back towards the places where the two books are hidden.

We cut to some five years before the events of the John Wick movies. We see John raise his head from under bloody bathwater. Helen is bathing him. She begs him to quit his work and come to her world. He agrees, and kisses her. 

Next, we see John coming to Viggo, requesting to leave. He’s “dressed for a resignation.” Viggo thinks, and says that in return, he must kill every other crime lord in the New York tristate area. John protests that it would have to be done all at once, or they would warn each other and flee. Viggo shrugs and says that is the impossible task. 

Realizing he can’t do this alone, John sneaks into the D’Antonio estate in Rome. It’s a reversal of the similar scene from John Wick 2. Gianna sees him and tells him that he shouldn’t be here, and to stay away from her little brother before he gets them both killed. John protests that it would be his own funeral, not Santino’s. Gianna says he knows better, implying how violent Giovanni (Santino's father) is, but Santino walks in at that moment. 

John and Santino talk, with John explaining that he needs someone who the New York crime lords trust to gather them all in one place. It’s tense. We get the sense that Santino dumped John at some point, but we don’t know why. John doesn’t seem to know why either. John says that he remembers what Santino told him, to come back if he ever seriously needed help. Now he does. He wants Santino to gather everyone in one place, which he is trusted enough to do. Santino asks for his oath in blood.

The next thing we see is the two of them exchanging the marker back in New York, with Winston as their witness. The scene is intercut with flashbacks to a sex scene in a Continental hotel room (it’s fairly PG, but there are some very intense kisses and Santino begging and moaning). Santino’s dirty talk includes asking John to swear that he’ll always serve him when he’s needed. John swears, with “the devil” as his witness. Back in the present day, the two of them conclude the marker ceremony and return to their respective hotel rooms alone.

The two of them suit up for the day. It’s a classic “John Wick getting dressed” scene, except that we’re seeing the same thing for Santino as well. In addition to getting suited up, John buys weapons, including bombs, while Santino starts making phone calls inviting everyone to a boat party that will take place on the New York bay that night. We can see that the plan is to place bombs on the boat, and that Santino will not be onboard once the bombs detonate. He will leave via life raft. We also see that Santino can’t persuad everyone - John has two people to kill who declined the invitation. So he won’t be around while the boat party is happening.

While John is planting the bombs on the boat an hour or two later, we see that Helen is watching from a car nearby, with a medical kit in the vehicle. She is tailing John, presumably to protect him. She looks scared but determined. He doesn’t see her. Meanwhile, Santino shows up at the boat. John scolds him for being there - it’s important that it look like Santino had no involvement in the plot and that this is risky. But Santino just jokes around and hovers over John, seemingly wanting to take this last chance to be close to him. He says he is coming with John on the first kill, “for old time’s sake,” and he’s not bringing his bodyguards. John will be his bodyguard for now. There will be plenty of time to get back to the boat, he says. John reluctantly agrees. He looks painfully nostalgic - we can see that he misses Santino on some level. Finally, we see Helen watching them together, but we don’t see her face. Is she jealous, or no?

They attack the first target early in the day, around noon. The target works in a high end fashion design business as a front, and the store is full of wedding dresses (yes, we’re going full camp.) Things get complicated when the target’s guards get involved, chasing them throughout the building. John takes a lot of trouble to ensure that Santino’s suit is not damaged for the party later. There are lots of antics with the wedding dresses - white dresses covered in blood, white heels used as weapons, etc. Santino is getting increasingly manic throughout all of this as he contemplates John getting married to someone else and eventually ends up with a wedding veil over his head somehow, trying to joke about a situation that hurts him deeply. The fight scene ends. They’re both severely wounded but John has managed not to get much blood on Santino.

Helen comes in and reveals herself to give John medical supplies. John is very upset that she’s there, as he says it’s too risky. Santino seems to take this personally - it’s too dangerous for Helen, but it’s fine if he risks himself? Of course, that’s different because he has training with weapons and she doesn’t, but it doesn’t feel that way for him at the moment. Also, he and Helen are in the same room and it’s awkward. It’s clear that Santino feels threatened and insecure but Helen does not. She thanks Santino for helping to set her future husband free. Santino looks miserable and says something snappy. John gets mad at him - no one treats Helen like that. And it was Santino’s choice to give up on their love. Pretty rich of him to be jealous now. Frustrated, Santino leaves to get back to the boat. There’s not much time left. 

John heads to the second target. He doesn’t bother to send Helen away this time - she’s coming no matter what, and it will be better if he can keep an eye on her. They double-team the second fight, which takes place in a butcher shop. Helen stays at a distance but she’s still very helpful. We see the contrast between John and Santino fighting together versus John and Helen fighting together. In both cases, John is protecting the other person and it’s distracting. But in Helen’s case, she seems to be protecting John in return. Instead of egging him on, she tries to minimize collateral damage. She brings an element of innocence to what’s happening and even apologizes to him that he had to do that. To Santino, John’s killing is a beautiful thing, a marriage of their skills as crime lord and assassin. To Helen, it’s butchering, it’s carnage, and she wants to save him. They are both drenched in blood at the end and he kisses her and thanks her for taking him away from all of this. She says she’s sorry his ex still has to be caught in that world. John says regretfully that it’s what he chose. 

Then, John gets a call from Gianna. She says she did something stupid: she told Giovanni that Santino is planning something with him. Giovanni is being rash. He has sent people to kill Santino. John and Helen get back in the car and start rushing to the boat to protect him. 

Santino gets back to the boat. He looks nervous as hell while greeting the other guests. He’s shaking, etc., but he’s doing his best to hide it. He has already started drinking before the other guests arrived. He’s ignoring his messages from John. We see a suspicious looking group of people board the boat just before it can launch. 

John kisses Helen goodbye and leaves her on the shore - he insists she can’t come this time because the whole boat is rigged to blow up and anyway, he’ll be right back. Helen tells him to live for her, and that he can’t die with the old world. He has a new world in front of him. John steals a speedboat and chases the party boat out into the bay.

With the boat out at the center of the bay and detonation coming soon, Santino prepares to board the life raft. But the people sent by Giovanni corner him and prevent him from leaving. (They don't know about the bombs on the boat or exactly what Santino is planning.) It’s interspersed with flashbacks in which we see Santino being beaten by Giovanni after his relationship with John was discovered. This is the first time the audience knows for sure that that’s why he left John.

John climbs up the side of the boat and starts killing, just killing everyone. He ends up killing everyone who would have died to the bomb anyway as he tries to get to Santino. There are boat related fight scene antics (there’s a seafood table and he stabs someone with a crab claw, etc.). Eventually John reaches Santino, but he is so distraught that he refuses to go to the life raft. 

There are only seconds left until detonation. John throws Santino overboard and drags him to shore while the boat explodes. Onshore, Santino breaks down. John tries to cheer him up, referencing The Little Mermaid rescuing the prince, and saying he will always save his prince, even if they’re from different worlds now. Santino says that he wanted to be John’s prince but he’s always been the monster, the sea witch, and whether he grants John access to a better life or not, his own life is damned. He tells John the truth about why he left him - to protect him from Giovanni. John cries with him, mourning their relationship and the way that the High Table tore them apart. He says that the real Impossible Task is to walk away from Santino after knowing all of this. He asks Santino to leave, and find love in the ordinary world. To find his “soul” (another little mermaid reference). He says he wants Santino to have a good life like he has with Helen. Santino says he can’t. He will wait for John to come back to HIS world instead. John walks away with Helen while the sun sets.

[deepinthegroves]

oc-tober (shifting edition) day 9!

writing prompt – talking about my favourite "things"

i think i've already talked about my favourite things in my room for day 3, so i'll just take the opportunity to gush about my pets.

i have a dog, and 4 cats in my dr! i have a room dedicated to them with a door linked to my bedroom so they can sleep wherever they like. (i love them so much)

Rocco is a Doberman, and he's very friendly. He barks quite a lot, though he stops when i hold him, but continues after i let him go. He loves people, and loves to bother the cats – he wants them to play with him, but half the time the cats just side-eye him and leaves him alone. He's very protective too, and he tries to make sure everyone is safe (though i trip over him like most of the time – spider senses don't work on him)

Damian is a Bombay cat, and he has the typical gold/ copper eyes of one. He is probably the most grumpy cat out of all of them, but i love him anyways. One thing he loves to eat is chicken, so if i ever buy that home, he'd jump onto the table and stare at me till i feed him (which also means i have to feed everyone else). He lets me pet him though, and if you pet him for long enough, he drifts off to sleep.

Ebony is also a Bombay cat, and from the same litter as Damian. When I saw them, they were the only two left and i couldn't bear to separate them, so i adopted them both! She has green eyes, and is a lot nicer than her brother. She likes to keep to herself, though sometimes she'd just come over and demand pets and i can never say no to her.

Charlie is a Snow Bengal – he was originally bought by his previous owner who lived in the same apartment building but she ditched him in the lobby because the responsibility was too much. The options were to either put him down or send him to a shelter, but when my father told me about it (he owns the building), i offered to take him in. He was so skinny and peed everywhere at first, but eventually, he got used to it and i love him to bits. He's honestly really sweet, and loves food (he'd eat anything you give him), and it makes me so mad that he got ditched after the previous owner bought him just because he was "rare".

Maddie is probably the only cat that i've bought and she's a Ragdoll cat! My parents' friend's daughter was a breeder and since i was forced along to interact, i ended up just playing with the cats. Maddie's a sweetheart, she loves pets and food and is really friendly and relaxed. Apparently, there were a lot of people who wanted to come over to visit Maddie and see if they wanted to buy her, but i took the opportunity then and there to just bring her home with me <3

being a billionaire in my dr is extremely useful when it comes to taking care of all my pets. can you tell i love them? i love them.

normal prompt – answering basic q&a questions

"what are your hobbies?" – i love reading, writing, listening to music, watching movies, playing games and acting! it's pretty basic, i know, but it brings me joy.

"what are some of your favourite games?" – i like horror games, like the backrooms, poppy playtime, fnaf, etc., though i always end up flinching at jumpscares; interactive fiction and visual novels! also otome games, though they aren't my absolute favourites.

"do you have any siblings?" – i'm the youngest of five children so, yes. honestly, i respect my mother for popping out so many children 💀

"what's your favourite food?" – well, it's either herbal soup with rice (all the different chinese soups), or like, chicken chop with mushroom sauce. i like a lot of food, but i also dislike a lot of food.

"what's your dream job?" – well, obviously, i'd love to be an actress and i'm grateful that i have had the opportunities to act in some films, and have my own fashion magazine.

"are you a morning person or night owl?" – night owl, definitely. having to wake up early usually results in me being grumpy up until i shower/ eat breakfast. i also have more energy at night, being able to accomplish more things then.

wow this was a long post.

[hibiscus02]

I just read Legoland and I decided to compile some helpful tidbits about Penny's character, for all your fanfic writer needs!

If you want to write RTC fanfic using her canon personality and backstory, this is the place for you. I apologize if someone has done something similar!

•Let's start with her basic introduction in the play;

"PENNY is a young woman wearing French braids and a private school uniform; she has a bright smile." "PENNY: Hello. My name is Penny Lamb, and I am an aspiring animal conservationist." "PENNY speaks at an incredible speed, being an immensely nervous and self-conscious teenager. She literally trips over her words -- a volcano of passion and eloquence."

Now I'll give you some backstory and character info without getting into Legoland's plot. This is so people who don't have an interest in the story itself can still grasp the basics of Penny's character.

Both Penny and her little brother (Ezra) were homeschooled. They grew up on the Elysium Community Farm, just outside of Uranium City.

When Penny turned 13, she was already getting "itchy" to see the outside world (kids were not allowed to leave Elysium until they turned 16). She thought she knew what to expect after reading 'Anne of Green Gables'.

The Lambs snuck out to a Walmart and found out it was very different from what they thought it would be. They tried to strike up conversations with people but everyone seemed weirded out by them (they snuck out several times to try and "strike up friendly chats")

Eventually the manager called the police who drove them home. That's when "all that trouble happened"

Penny's parents got 15 years in prison for cultivation and trafficking of narcotics. Her and Erza were sent to Saint Cassian Catholic School (which as I'm sure you all know is the same school that the choir members attend, obviously, since Uranium City isn't big enough to have more than one school). It is stated to be a boarding school in this so that's some extra lore for us I guess.

"PENNY: The instant I see the boys staring at me like gaping fish with their heads cut off… and the girls looking at me with those Queen of England smiles… Oh, little Penny wasn’t in Kansas anymore… Uh-uh… I was sent to the charred black bowels of everlasting Hell!"

Despite her homeschooling education Penny is actually very smart, but the values taught to her don't really go over well with a catholic school system. She also likes to use 'big words'.

Penny gets sent to the school psychiatrist, and allegedly diagnosed as Bipolar and manic depressive (to me it seemed implied that the psychiatrist was a crook, but maybe I'm reading too much into it. Do with this information what you will).

She does go through a depressive episode though, or what sure looks like one; "PENNY: Like, sleeping in my room all day… tearing my hair and throwing up, kind of suicidal and depressed and everything… So, one day a bunch of girls were setting fire to my school bag -- second time that week -- and I wasn’t even crying anymore… because, you get to a point… when you’re waaaay beyond crying."

Penny can play the ukulele and she also composes songs (or, she writes at least one during the play, but y'know)

She seems to be very against cussing, just as much as Ocean is, and reprimands Ezra whenever he cusses throughout the play.

Penny is a pescetarian.

She goes on this insane cross-country trip with her brother to the US, and whenever they get to a new state she always recites how many endangered species they have there. I just thought this was cute, and very Jane-like.

So yeah, without getting too much into it, Penny throws hot coffee on this guy and uhhh, bites him? Apparently? The assault charges get dropped and she gets extradited back to Canada, but the story was leaked to the media and she was famous for a little bit.

The way Penny and Ezra got money to travel to the US in the first place was by selling his ADHD prescription meds, so she goes to trial for drug dealing, and gets probation (they don't specify how long she's on probation for in the play).

At the very end of the script, Penny states she'd like to say something about true love. I wanted to include part of what she said because it's quite lovely (and oh y'all can make so much fanfic with this); "In a world where we are ultimately alone, and die in our own arms, love is the closest you come to another person… because it is the closest you come to being another person. So be very careful what you love."

*this quote is apparently also in some versions of rtc, I assume as an easter egg of sorts.

Sorry this is so long. I love Penny Lamb a lot and I also think she's insane <3

[gallavichthings]

Hoping you can put this out for all of the artists and writers that participate in your events. Just wondering how everyone deals with the feeling of posting something and having it completely flop? Those of you that have had it happen, how do you come back from that?

Hello, dear anon! I'm posting this so that anyone who wants to reply may do so, as you requested, but I also wanted to include my own two cents.

First of all, let me tell you I absolutely understand your frustration. It can be very off-putting to post something you put effort into to just have no one apparently notice it. There are a lot of posts saying how we should write/make art for ourselves, and not for others, and while I agree with those to a certain extent, once you actually post something, the goal is clearly to have it noticed by your peers.

That being said, I do encourage you to try to redefine what a flop means. Is it no notes at all? Because I hardly think you're getting no notes at all, especially in this fandom (but if you are, maybe there's something off with the way you're "marketing" it, so let me know and maybe we can help).

I assume by flop you mean getting less notes than you'd expected, so I think it's a matter of expectations. Are you comparing yourself to others? Because let me tell you right away, that won't do. Some people are more popular, period, and who knows why that is. Sure, most of the time these people are really talented, but usually it's that they make something that resonates with people, but I couldn't tell you why some do and some don't. It's absolutely impossible to predict what the fandom will or won't like. Even if you compare your works with your other own works, that will happen. I can't tell you the amount of times I've written something thinking people would love it only to get just a handful of kudos, while some other fics I've written on a whim, thinking no one would care, got way more attention.

Number three: give it time. Sometimes things aren't appreciated right away, but eventually they get further. I still get daily kudos on fics I wrote 8, 9, 10 years ago.

Finally, and this is a message to everyone, not just the anon who sent the ask: this is why fandom is important, and this is why you have to share the things you enjoy. Leaving likes/kudos is a great thing, but once you reblog it or add it to a recs list, that's when other people get to know stuff. That's literally my main job here, that's the reason I created this blog, so it would be an archive for the fandom. Yes, I organize events as well, and I answer asks and all, but the main point of this blog has always been and will continue to be reblogging. (I unfortunately don't have as much time to go through the tags as I used to, which is why I have my dear @sickness-health-all-that-shit helping me out, but it's still possible we miss things, so you're always welcome to tag me or send me your posts if you notice it's been a week or two and we haven't reblogged them yet - please do wait a bit though, as we do have a queue to go through.) Also, please do leave replies/comments/tags, those are so important and encouraging to the artists/authors!

I hope this eases your heart a bit, anon. And I look forward to seeing what everyone else will say.

Cheers,

GT mod.

[annoyed-galaxy]

Fictober 2024 ~ 6

"I'm not giving up"

Fanfiction: Dragon Age 2 Dealing with some Fade stuff where Hawke is forced to live a half-dream, half-nightmare scenario and his friends have to try and convince him to come back to the real world as he truly is. Can also be found on Ao3

It always had to be the Fade, hadn’t it? Yet somehow, Anders was not Justice. Justice was still quietly slumbering away within. That made him relieved considering the company he was with. 

A broody elf, a dwarf, and a possessed mage walk into the Fade. 

Now they just waited for the punchline. 

However, the three of them knew why they were here, against all odds: their friend, Seth Hawke, Champion of Kirkwall, and Anders’s lover, had been sent here. Of course — as many of their problems were oft to be caused by — blood magic was involved. Seth apparently couldn’t ever get any peace in Kirkwall, even after becoming the Champion. Honestly, it shouldn’t have been that surprising considering he was a free mage unlike most in Kirkwall. The Knight-Commander knew he was a mage and so did everyone else. The only reason he was never locked up in the Gallows was because of his status as Champion. He was the defender of the city. 

And as much as Meredith hated that, she knew she had to let him reign free. 

But there were always people jealous or even wary that Seth was allowed to roam free. Especially knowing he had a few apostate friends as well. So it was bound to happen that Seth would be kidnapped and jettisoned into the Fade by a couple unhappy blood mages. How Seth was kidnapped, no one even knew. He was sleeping soundly next to Anders just the night before. 

Anders managed to arrange a few favors and got enough lyrium to send himself and two others into the Fade to find Seth and bring him home. Anders had fully expected Justice to take over once he stepped into the Fade physically, but Justice hadn’t. 

As the three of them traveled across floating rocks, shivering at the green atmosphere, Varric finally let out a groan. “I swear if I end up in the Fade one more time, I’m quitting.” 

Fenris looked at him with a raised brow. “Quitting what?” 

“I’m just going to stick to writing books in a nice home on the coast, far away from magic and all this other shit.” The dwarf ran a hand through his hair. “How are we even supposed to find Hawke in here?”

Anders ignored the dwarf’s complaints, but answered his question. “The Fade naturally leads you to your desires. If we desire to find Seth, then we should be able to.” 

“Then how come we haven’t found him, yet?” Fenris questioned, crossing his arms. 

Anders frowned. “I don’t know. Something’s weird. I should have turned into Justice as soon as we entered the Fade, but I didn’t. It’s like the laws have been bent here for some reason.” 

“Why don’t we just go find Seth in the real world, then?” Varric asked. 

“Because from what Aveline told us, his captors had sent him fully into the Fade. His physical body is not in the real world anymore.” 

“So he’s like us?” Fenris asked. 

Anders nodded. “Right now, none of us exist in the real world. We’re all here physically, when normally only I or Seth could be here physically and only in our dreams.”

Varric grumbled to himself. 

Anders looked back at the two of them. “If you do not wish to stay, then I can send you back, but I’m not giving up. I’m going to find Seth and I’m going to bring him home!” Anders snapped at them. His flickered blue for a second and Fenris took a slight step back, caution filling his eyes. 

“I’m not saying I want to leave, even though I do, but I also want to find Hawke,” Varric digressed. “No offense Blondie, but I don’t know how long you’re going to last unpossessed right now.” 

Anders looked at his hands. “I don’t know either.” 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

They traveled for what seemed like hours, or days, or years. Time was wonky in the Fade. It could have been seconds that passed in the real world while they lived a millennia in the Fade. However, they had eventually come to a scene that looked a lot like Lothering, Seth’s old home that he fled from during the Blight. However, the village looked thriving. 

The three of them traveled down the streets until they came to a house on the outskirts of the village, far away from everyone else and from the Chantry. They could see two teenagers running in the fields, playing tag or some other children’s game. They saw the late Leandra Amell on a rocking chair, knitting away at some garment. 

Then they saw a man who approached Leanda and gave her a kiss on her head. His hair was black and eyes a piercing blue, but a wide smile on his face. He looked out at the two teenagers running across the field and stood proudly. He looked old, similar in age to Leandra. Varric frowned, but before he could say anything, a lithe woman walked through him and approached the black haired-man. 

The three of them watched as the woman dropped a large sack at the foot of the man. They were stunned, as she turned to watch the teenagers, to recognize familiar red eyes. The woman’s white hair was long and straight, drifting all the way down to the small of her back. She looked young, but not too young. About Anders’s age. However, her body was lean and thin. She had slight muscle buildup around her arms, but her face looked soft and round. 

“That’s not…Hawke, is it?” Fenris asked, looking at the woman in disbelief.

Varric looked confused. “It’s almost as if it were a female version of him.” 

Anders shook his head, sadness filling his eyes. “No, this is him.” Fenris and Varric looked up at Anders in surprise. “He must be in a world where he never transitioned.” 

“Wait, seriously?” Varric asked.

Anders nodded. “He revealed it to me our first night together. It’s never come up since then so he never felt the need to tell anyone else.” 

The white-haired woman looked at them and frowned. Those piercing red eyes were not filled with humor like Seth’s always was. She approached the three of them and crossed her arms, looking at them with suspicion. “Who are you?” she asked them. 

Anders cleared his throat and offered a smile. “We are friends of yours. You’re in the Fade right now, a dream. One that has skewed your reality.” 

The woman scoffed. “Yeah, okay and I’m the King of Fereldan.” 

“Samantha?” called the voice of Leandra. “Is everything okay?” 

“Yeah, everything’s fine. Just dealing with some snoopers,” the woman barked over her shoulder. She eyed the three of them again. “I suggest you leave us alone. We want no quarrel with you. Tell whoever sent you to stop bothering us.” 

“We weren’t sent by anyone,” Varric said.

Samantha scoffed again. “Uh huh. That’s what a templar dog would say.” She stepped close to Anders, anger and a threat flashing across her red eyes. “If the templars do decide to finally come and tear my family apart, you’ll regret the day you ever stepped near our fucking house. Do you understand, bastard?” 

Anders backed up shaking his head. “We’re not templars!” 

“Yeah, this one hates templars,” Fenris pointed at Anders. 

“Then who the fuck are you?!” Samantha growled, her fingers twitching as the air around them all started to crackle. 

“Just look!” Anders held out his hands and willed the air to cool around them, forming a spike of ice in one hand. Then he willed a flame into existence in the other one. He took his hands and clapped them together, causing the flame to burst and ice to shatter, causing a lightning spark to shoot into the air before fizzling away. “I’m a mage, too.” 

Samantha seemed to relax, but did not lower her guard. “I still don’t understand what you’re doing here then.” 

“We’re here to rescue you,” Varric reiterated. 

“Rescue me? From what?” She snorted. “My happy life here? I have a loving family and more than I could ask for.” 

Anders looked at her sadly. “This isn’t you though. And this life your living…It’s not yours.” Anders motioned to the village behind them. “Lothering is gone. You ran from it during the Blight.” He pointed to the family in the back. “Your family is all but dead. Only Carver remains and he’s a Grey Warden.” 

Her eyes flicked to Anders. “How do you know my brothers name?” she hissed. 

“Because we know you,” Fenris responded. 

“This isn’t real, Seth,” Anders said quietly, holding a hand out to the woman. She backed away. 

“My name isn’t Seth.” But even as she said it, doubt started to form in her eyes. 

“It is. You are a man living in Kirkwall. You are the Champion of Kirkwall,” Anders pressed. 

Samantha backed away some more, clutching her head. “No, you’re wrong! My name is Samantha! I’m a girl living in Lothering with my family and nothing bad ever happened to us!” 

“Seth please,” Anders stepped forward, chasing her retreat. “Just listen to me.” 

“I don’t even know who you are!” she yelled at him. 

Anders’s heart cracked, for but a moment. He would save Seth from this dream. “I’m your…I’m your partner,” Anders revealed, with a hand to his heart. “You gave me this, remember?” Anders turned his head and pointed to the red hair tie he had his half-ponytail in. “And this.” He flicked his gold earring. “And this,” he motioned to a red band around his wrist. “And I gave you this.” Anders reached out towards the woman and she flinched, but as Anders put his hand on her chest, he grabbed the red feather that was attached to a leather chord, wrapped around her neck that had appeared as he reached for it. 

She looked at it in shock, gently holding the feather in her hands. Recognition seemed to flash in her eyes. “I…I remember being unable to sleep…Then I went for a walk and I…I got hit upside the head.” She scratched her head. “Then I was back in Lothering and I…” She looked down at herself. “This isn’t me. I never wanted to be this.” She put her hands on her chest, feeling the breasts that should not have been there anymore. She touched her face which was too round and soft. 

Anders put a hand on her cheek. “This isn’t you. It’s a dream. Your name is Seth and you don’t look like this.” 

The woman looked back at her family, tears starting to form in her eyes. “But if I’m like this, they get to live. If I stay like this, I at least have my family.” 

Varric approached and put a hand on her forearm. She looked back at the dwarf, tears rolling down her face. “But this isn’t your life. You wouldn’t be happy living here, trapped in a body that isn’t your own. You know it’s a dream Hawke. You can’t stay here.” 

Samantha looked back down at her hands and let herself fully cry. “But my family!” 

Anders pulled her into a hug, rubbing her back. “We’re your family,” he said. 

The village started to fade away, the field vanished and the twins disappeared. Leandra and Malcom drifted away along with their house and they were all left in the Fade once more. 

A bright light surrounded Hawke, but Anders didn’t let go, until Hawke finally pushed away.

Anders, Fenris, and Varric all let out a sigh of relief as Seth appeared, his hair shoulder length now and in it’s half-bun. His face pointed and angular with a black stubble growing all along his chin. He chest was flatter and his body a bit more broad. Yet those red eyes were still the same, just filled with tears now. Anders simply smiled and kissed Seth, relieved to see his lover again. 

Varric and Fenris coughed and once the two lovers pulled away, Seth sighed. “Thank you guys for saving me. I…I can’t believe I let myself be consumed by a dream like that, even becoming something I wasn’t.” 

“It’s okay, buddy,” Varric smiled, nudging Seth’s arm. 

“I must say, this was an interesting and surprising fact to learn,” Fenris admitted. 

Seth let out a dry chuckle. “It’s something I struggled with a bit growing up. But my mother and father were supportive. I was twelve around the time I started changing. When I no longer wanted to be a woman. When I had to finally become a man.” Seth looked down at himself and smiled. “It feels good to be back.” 

Anders nodded his agreement. “It is certainly nice to have my Seth back.” 

Seth beamed and took Anders’s hand in his own. “Well, shall we get going? I suspect you know of a way to get us out of here?” 

Anders tapped his chin. “Erm…Well…” 

“Mage…” Fenris growled. 

Anders laughed nervously. “I might have forgotten an important part of this method was making sure there was someone on the outside to get us back in the real world.” 

Everyone looked at Anders in shock. 

“You’ve got to be kidding Blondie,” Varric shouted. 

“I’m going to kill him,” Fenris growled. 

Suddenly, Anders’s eyes flashed blue and cold fire burst from his feet, swirling around him. Seth let go of his hand and backed up as the fire settled and blue cracks formed on Anders’s body. “Justice, please tell me you can get us out of here,” Seth asked the spirit who had finally appeared. 

Varric almost shit himself when the spirit’s eyes rolled and let out an exasperated sigh. It was such a human response that he had not expected the angry spirit of Justice to ever make. 

“I tried to tell Anders, but he refused to listen,” Justice groaned. “Yes, I can get us out of here. It will take time and considerable energy. Anders may not wake up for a long while once we return to the physical world.” 

“That’s what he gets,” Fenris snarled. 

Seth let out a nervous chuckle. “Yeah yeah, let’s just get out of here.”

Justice managed to manipulate the Fade just enough that the four of them were able to leave and all appeared in the same area Anders had cast the spell to begin with. As Justice said, Anders was unconscious for the next few hours, but eventually recovered. Though not without being berated by Fenris for a bit. 

[mareenavee]

For the Asks to Spread Love, pick and answer 3 that you haven't been asked already! 🧡

Hello again, bri!! Thanks for sending more of these for me! I've really enjoyed catching up on them and thinking through these today!

Fandom Positivity asks from this game here.

10. A popular character you actually really like and why.

I do like me some rare characters most of all lol. My perspective is a bit biased because I love the ones I love and I don't mind if they aren't "popular" per se. (:

LOL -- The obvious answer is Teldryn, right? But I'm gonna talk about

💫Neloth 💫

instead.

I think he's popular to dunk on because he's been a very big pain in the ass in the games for centuries to everyone who will listen to him. I mean, since the events of Morrowind at minimum. (:

Why do I like him? Because of how he's been written by myself and a few friends -- namely @thana-topsy, @paraparadigm (TOOTHPICK!), and @thequeenofthewinter.

I love to see how other people take this character and run with what we're given in text ESPECIALLY considering how ridiculous he is to deal with and his general attitude toward other living things.

For myself, where I write him as a long term friend of Nerevarine!Teldryn Sero, I love to use his character as an opportunity to talk about the struggle of redemption. How does one redeem themselves from a lifetime of difficult choices made to fit into a specific perception? Does this perception eventually end up becoming a core facet of who you are as a person? If that is the case, can you change? Are the consequences of your choices enough to make you irredeemable? Further, can you forgive yourself if change does not come easily or if you return to old behaviors much too easily?

He's a complicated one, I think, especially by the events of Skyrim. He's not exactly estranged from the rest of House Telvanni, but the connection is tenuous and fraught as the House is still, apparently, recovering from the Red Year. In Morrowind it was very much the opposite. There's gotta be a kind of grief to this shift under the uncaring, hyperfocused exterior.

He's annoying, yes, but very interesting to me, and so he's in my fic. And he's actually a huge part of the latter half of the book.

11. Recommend a fic with an unusual/original headcanon or characterisation that you loved.

OH I'm SHOUTING OUT @changelingsandothernonsense's Danger!JOSH (aka Nerevarine Teldryn Sero)'s Nerevar-as-a-parasite situation in Serious Mistakes.

This angry spirit, more or less, lives in the ring and speaks into Teldryn's BRAIN and sometimes drives the entire car, so to speak and I've never ever read anything like it, holy shit. I'm a beta reader for this particular project and I literally cannot yell about it enough.

It's a novelization of the Teldryn Serious mod which was already intriguing, but AH. MY GOODNESS the Nerevar situation.

Let me show you. From chapter 4:

Aren’t you meant to be looking for something? “Oh, you’re still here?” Teldryn rasped, as if saying it out aloud mattered here. You should be thanking me. Teldryn grunted in annoyance, he had a point, he hated it when he was right. His mouth was dry. He wanted to stay where he was. Sleep. You can’t stay here! Get up! Teldryn groaned. Right again – the tide was coming in, if he didn’t find what he was looking for now, then it would be gone by morning. He needed his keys. Was there an Argonian on the beach? He couldn’t remember. His head hurt. He pinched the bridge of his nose, it did little to relieve the pressure. He always overdid it on the magicka, and now he was nauseous.

It's fucking cool, isn't it? (:

19. Give kudos to someone who leaves great comments.

OH GLADLY. Here's where I shout out @polypolymorph!!!

Okay so I could pick out a bunch of comments -- or novel-length responses. Each comment turns into an opportunity for a conversation and I'm always beside myself to hear back from her.

But right now, I'm still grinning ear to ear over, you guessed it. Eyestalks. Eye. Stalks.

(on this project here.)