#oh and i saw twilight when twilight was cool

[ktempestbradford]

I have been on a Willy Wonkified journey today and I need y'all to come with me

It started so innocently. Scrolling Google News I come across this article on Ars Technica:

At first glance I thought what happened was parents saw AI-generated images of an event their kids were at and became concerned, then realized it was fake. The reality? Oh so much better.

On Saturday, event organizers shut down a Glasgow-based "Willy's Chocolate Experience" after customers complained that the unofficial Wonka-inspired event, which took place in a sparsely decorated venue, did not match the lush AI-generated images listed on its official website.... According to Sky News, police were called to the event, and "advice was given."

Thing is, the people who paid to go were obviously not expecting exactly this:

But I can see how they'd be a bit pissed upon arriving to this:

It gets worse.

"Tempest, how could it possibly--"

source of this video that also includes this charming description:

Made up a villain called The Unknown — 'an evil chocolate maker who lives in the walls'

There is already a meme.

Oh yes, the Wish.com Oompa Loompa:

Who has already done an interview!

As bad (and hilarious) as this all is, I got curious about the company that put on this event. Did they somehow overreach? Did the actors they hired back out at the last minute? (Or after they saw the script...) Oddly enough, it doesn't seem so!

Given what I found when poking around I'm legit surprised there was an event at all. Cuz this outfit seems to be 100% a scam.

The website for this specific event is here and it has many AI generated images on it, as stated. I don't think anyone who bought tickets looked very closely at these images, otherwise they might have been concerned about how much Catgacating their children would be exposed to.

Yes, Catgacating. You know, CATgacating!

I personally don't think anyone should serve exarserdray flavored lollipops in public spaces given how many people are allergic to it. And the sweet teats might not have been age appropriate.

Though the Twilight Tunnel looks pretty cool:

I'm not sure that Dim Tight Twdrding is safe. I've also been warned that Vivue Sounds are in that weird frequency range that makes you poop your pants upon hearing them.

Yes, Virginia, these folks used an AI image generator for everything on the website and used Chat GPT for some of the text! From the FAQ:

Q: I cannot go on the available days. Will you have more dates in the future? A: Should there be capacity when you arrive, then you will be able to enter without any problems. In the event that this is not the case, we may ask you to wait a bit.

Fear not, for this question is asked again a few lines down and the answer makes more sense.

Curious about the events company behind this disaster, I took myself over to the homepage of House of Illuminati and I was not disappointed.

I would 100% trust these people to plan my wedding.

This abomination of a website is a badly edited WordPress blog filled with AI art and just enough blog posts to make the casual viewer think that it's a legit business for about 0.0004 seconds.

Their attention to detail is stunning, from how they left up the default first post every WP blog gets to how they didn't bother changing the name on several images, thus revealing where they came from. Like this one:

With the lovely and compact filename "DALL·E-2024-01-30-09.50.54-Imagine-a-scene-where-fantasy-and-reality-merge-seamlessly.-In-the-foreground-a-grand-interactive-gala-is-taking-place-filled-with-elegant-guests-i.png"

"Concept.png" came from the same AI generator that gets text almost, but not quiiiiiite right:

There are a suspicious number of .webp images in the uploads, which makes me think they either stole them from other sites where AI "art" was uploaded or they didn't want to pay for the hi-res versions of some and just grabbed the preview image.

The real fun came when I noticed this filename: Before-and-After-Eventologists-Transformation-Edgbaston-Cricket-Ground-1024x1024-1.jpg and decided to do a Google image search. Friends, you will be shocked to hear that the image in question, found on this post touting how they can transform a boring warehouse into a fun event space, was stolen from this actual event planner.

Even better, this weirdly grainy image?

From a post that claims to be about the preparations for a "Willy Wonka" experience (we'll get to this in a minute), is not only NOT an actual image of anyone preparing anything for Illuminati's event, it is stolen from a YouTube thumbnail that's been chopped to remove the name of the company that actually made this. Here's the video.

If you actually read the blog posts they're all copypasta or some AI generated crap. To the point where this seems like not a real business at all. There's very specific business information at the bottom, but nothing else seems real.

As I said, I'm kinda surprised they put on an event at all. This has, "And then they ran off with all our money!" written all over it. I'm perplexed.

And also wondering when the copyright lawyers are gonna start calling, because...

This post explicitly says they're putting together a "Willy Wonka’s Chocolate Factory Experience" complete with golden tickets.

Somewhere along the line someone must have wised up, because the actual event was called "Willys Chocolate Experience" (note the lack of apostrophe) and the script they handed to the actors about 10 minutes before they were supposed to "perform" was about a "Willy McDuff" and his chocolate factory.

As I was going through this madness with friends in a chat, one pointed out that it took very little prompting to get the free Chat GPT to spit out an event description and such very similar to all this while avoiding copyrighted phrases. But he couldn't figure out where the McDuff came from since it wasn't the type of thing GPT would usually spit out...

Until he altered the prompt to include it would be happening in Glasgow, Scotland.

You cannot make this stuff up.

But truly, honestly, I do not even understand why they didn't take the money and run. Clearly this was all set up to be a scam. A lazy, AI generated scam.

Everything from the website to the event images to the copy to the "script" to the names of things was either stolen or AI generated (aka stolen). Hell, I'd be looking for some poor Japanese visitor wandering the streets of Glasgow, confused, after being jacked for his mascot costume.

HE LIVES IN THE WALLS, Y'ALL.

[edges-of-night]

I love your headcannons, thank you very much. How do you think fellowship would react if a reader saw two cute animals and said, "Oh, it's you and me!"

Thank you very much! I’m happy to hear you enjoy this little blog ♡ Another animal request, with another anon who asked for this, too – this prompt is super cute, I hope I did it justice!

･ﾟ✧ Aragorn.

You’re gazing at a golden twilight forest with Aragorn when you spot two deer in the distance. Just like you, one rests its head against the other. “Look,” you chuckle quietly, “it’s you and me.” Aragorn smiles as he follows your gaze. When one of the deer nuzzles the other’s ear, he, too, leans in to give you a kiss. “What an uncanny resemblance, my love,” he says and pulls you even closer.

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･ﾟ✧ Boromir.

Boromir is scandalised when you suggest that the two cats crossing your path are “just like you and me.” He has heard stories of the ruthless Gondorian queen who used felines as her spies and flinches when one of the cats hisses at him. You go to pet it instead, and it softens and purrs – just like Boromir does when you caress him – but you don’t say that part out loud ♡

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･ﾟ✧ Frodo.

You and Frodo share a cool carafe of strawberry lemonade when two butterflies flutter to the flower field beside you. “Look at those,” you say, “they’re just like you and me.” – “Sharing a delicious drink in the sunlight,” Frodo agrees with a dreamy smile. You keep watching the butterflies until one of them flies right into your face. “It gave you a kiss. I shall do the same,” Frodo says and leans in to peck you ♡

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･ﾟ✧ Gandalf.

You’re travelling the Shire’s hills in Gandalf’s wooden cart when two sparrows almost fly right into you. You flinch but realise they’re only doing their Spring dance through the morning air – a couple! “They’re like you and me!” you laugh. Gandalf gives you an amused look. “What a subtle way to tell me we’re going to dance at tonight’s party.” – “Indeed,” you grin.

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･ﾟ✧ Gimli.

Watching the puppies play on the ground makes you soften. When one of them bites another’s ear, you playfully nudge Gimli’s head – he’s been sitting silently next to you until now. “What?” he grunts. “The dogs are doing it,” you argue with a grin. Your Dwarf protests at first about this comparison. The two of you, dogs? “I reckon it is true though,” he muses. “We are both very loyal after all. And we like food. And games. And…”

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･ﾟ✧ Legolas.

You’re making your way through Mirkwood with Legolas, crossing a tree over a small pond where you make a curious observation: “Look! The toad and dragonfly are sharing a lily pad.” You snort. “They remind me of you and me.” – “Indeed! The sunlight reflects on its wings just like in your eyes, in all the colours of the sky.” You blush and wonder whether or not Legolas knew you meant it the other way around.

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･ﾟ✧ Merry.

Merry is a bit sensitive about his height, but that doesn’t stop you from comparing the two of you to the horse and the pony you spot in Bree. “Hey! I’ll have you know,” Merry begins, “that ponies are very sturdy and resilient.” – “I know. Just like Hobbits.” – Merry pouts at that comment and crosses his arms, murmuring, “Fine. Just don’t braid my hair like that pony’s.” – “Perhaps…”

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･ﾟ✧ Pippin.

After a proper picnic, you lie in a meadow with Pippin. Purely by chance you look to your right when two bunnies scamper out of the bushes to eat some grass. You grin and whisper, “Don’t move too fast now, but there’s tiny versions of you and me over there.” – “Tinier than me?” Pippin asks and rolls over to watch the bunnies over your belly. “Aww! They’re mighty cute, but so are we!”

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･ﾟ✧ Sam.

You watch fondly when two ladybugs crawl over Sam’s hands, dirty from gardening but still gentle to the bugs. You smile when you hear your Hobbit talking quietly: “Right. Let me get up… there you go… over here it’s safer for you. A flower house.” You tilt your head at him. “Moving in together? Just like the two of us, you mean?” – “Hm? What? Sorry, luv, I wasn’t listenin’ there.” – “Oh, nothing…” ♡

[bokettochild]

Linked Universe Enterence p.3

Okay! So I have thoughts!!!!

First off, does anyone remember when JoJo shared those first snippets? How there was a fun little detail that suddenly disappeared when the comic actually became more than doodles?

Yeah, I'm talking about this guy

(Not the grouchy old man being offended, the owl LOL)

I know there's a chance I'm wrong, a big one at that, but I think it would be really cool if, if only for a short while, JoJo brought him back, even if it's just for this era of Hyrule. Let Time have his owl buddy!

Anyways, to the actual comic!

I noticed that the boys are all still together, so I'm guessing they're waiting until they come to a cross-roads to actually split up like Four advised last time. So we have that to look forwards to in the coming updates!

I love that she's really highlighting the similarities and differences in this arc, showing us who knows what and what they've done, but also the little things; both with owls and the antifairy!

I adore the Owlan reference/appearance!

And Time immediately agreeing about the "long, drawn out lectures part" made me laugh. (His expression, my Hylia!!!)

That is the face of a man who kept accidentally asking to "hear it again" and regrets it with every bone of his being LOL

It's good to see more call backs to the last comics too! Having Hyrule be wary of the statue because he remembers seeing it before, and Warriors agreeing, but also reminding that it didn't cause harm. The fact that Hyrule keeps his sword pointed at it though, wary, does say a lot about how cautious he's being all the same (Wild ought to take notes)

And of course this whole panel

Twilight's awkwardly trying to assure the rest without spilling the secret, Sky laughing and turning to look at Legend, and the fact that the vet is just so entirely done with even just the thought of being a rabbit. (I love his face, omgosh).

Te way I screamed "anti-fairy!" when I saw this, and then was so, so delighted that Legend and I had the same thought (I am unwell about this man).

I'm equally unwell about the fact that Legend just has to say "ouch" (which you only say at inconveniences and not real, actual hurts) and immediately everyone's turning, weapons out and ready to help him face...whatever. Like, he's fine, guys, but it's sweet you care (now Legend, please take note and realize you belong, you idiot)

Love that Time hears "fairy" and immediately is all ears. All the more so at the "anti" part. Man was raised by fairies and he absolutely doesn't like the idea of something that would hurt them.

Meanwhile Legend is just being freaking Haku (Spirited Away) over here!

Tell me you don't see it!!!!!!

Also, his casual use of magic to purify something, to just make it no longer a threat, rather than hurting it. That need to save EVERYONE is really showing through here, huh?

And immediately, everyone is shocked that he did that, but also what it means about fairies. About dark magic. But Time and Wars especially!

Gosh, just Legend's little worried face and Time's offense at the idea of fairies being corrupted and harmed. Shows a bit about them here too I think. Time is maybe slightly obsessed with fairies (reasonably so) and hates them being harmed, but he shows his worry on the matter in anger. legend, meanwhile, becomes more sombre, quieter: it bothers him too (maybe reminds him of a certain predecessor?)

Get this man a tiara, he's a freaking Disney Princess over here, good grief!!!! He's carrying fairy food on what? The slim chance he has time to stop and feed them? Honestly, i know he's probably as attached to fairies as Time (although with a healthier relationship with them), but this is just too cute. this man is going to be the death of me!!!

Anyways, here's the bonuses!!!!

SUN APPEARANCE!!!!!!!! We have a canon Sun appearance!!!!! Like, sure, sleepy student Sky, but it's SUN!!!!

This smile. Oh my gosh I adore him. He's just so glad he got to help the corrupted little one become normal again.

JoJo was having fun with Four I see LOL

Man really said "hang on, let me check my purse, I think I have snacks in here"

Freaking Mom Coded

[insidekatmind]

A Forbidden Passion~ Trent Alexander Arnold× Reader (feat.Jude Bellingham)

It was a quiet evening in Liverpool. The twilight bathed the city in golden light, and you were sitting on the couch, lazily flipping through a book. Trent was in the kitchen, preparing dinner—one of the rare times he offered to cook. Your relationship was stable, secure, but you had noticed for some time that the spark that once ignited every glance, every touch, was missing. His kisses had become routine, lacking the passion that used to make your heart race.

And then there was Jude.

Jude Bellingham, Trent’s best friend. Tall, with a disarming smile and those deep eyes that seemed to read your soul. Jude was different. He had a magnetic energy, something that drew you in even when you tried to resist. And it was wrong—you knew it well. But every time his lips touched yours, it felt like the world ceased to exist.

Trent walked into the living room with two steaming plates, interrupting your thoughts. “Dinner’s ready,” he said with an affectionate smile. You got up and joined him at the table, trying to suppress the guilt tightening in your chest.

---

Later that evening, while Trent was distractedly watching a game on TV, your phone buzzed. Your heart raced when you saw the sender’s name: Jude.

"Can I see you later? I can’t stop thinking about you."

You glanced at Trent, who seemed oblivious, immersed in his own world. Taking a deep breath, you replied: "Just for a little while."

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An hour later, you were out of the house, walking toward the park where you and Jude met in secret. It was a quiet spot, far from prying eyes. When you saw him, your heart skipped a beat. He was wearing a dark hoodie, and his smile, illuminated by the faint glow of the streetlights, was irresistible.

“I shouldn’t be here,” you murmured as you reached him.

Jude shook his head, stepping closer. “But you came.”

Before you could respond, he cupped your face in his hands and kissed you. His lips were soft, full of longing, and a shiver ran down your spine. He was different from Trent. Jude kissed you like the world might end at that moment, as if every second with you was the only one that mattered.

When you pulled away, both of you were breathing heavily, your breaths mingling in the cool night air. “You’re an addiction,” Jude whispered, his forehead resting against yours. “I can’t stop, even though I know it’s wrong.”

“Jude...” you tried to say something, but he shook his head.

“Don’t tell me to stop. I can’t. Every time I see you, every time I think of you... nothing else matters.”

Guilt mixed with desire. It was a dangerous whirlwind, but you couldn’t pull away. “Trent doesn’t deserve this,” you murmured, but your hands clung to his chest, unable to let him go.

“I know,” Jude replied, with a sincerity that broke your heart. “But you deserve this.”

His words struck you more deeply than you wanted to admit. He pulled you into another kiss, and this time you surrendered completely, forgetting for a moment the consequences. The night was yours, even if the morning would bring reality.

---

As you walked back home, your phone buzzed in your pocket. It was a message from Trent: "Where are you? I’m waiting for you."

You closed your eyes, torn between two worlds. One was safe, familiar. The other was a leap into the unknown, but oh, how alive it felt.

[deconstructthesoup]

Okay, now that all of the Bad Kids have their new art out... I can finally freak out/gush over/analyze it, because I didn't have the energy to do posts for every single one.

GUYS

Fig!!! My girl!!! The mismatched shoelaces! The bass guitar from Gorthalax! The phoenix feather earring for Ayda! The fishnet! The classic leather jacket/gray band shirt/red pleated skirt combo! The fingerless gloves! THE CHAIN WALLET!

KRISTEN IS BUTCH. Let me repeat that---KRISTEN! IS! BUTCH! And she's wearing the yellow jumpsuit that we saw in her figurine but she still has the purple in her backpack and her staff and her TIE-DIE SPORTS BRA! And she's got a new hairstyle! And a rainbow bracelet AND a lesbian bracelet! THE TEDDY BEAR! THE ICE CREAM SANDWICHES!

RIZ HAS AN UNDERCUT AND GLASSES AND HE KEPT HIS TATTOOS!!!! We've got the briefcase! We've got the angelic weapons! We've got the sword of shadows! We've got GADGETS! WE EVEN HAVE ARO/ACE RINGS! He looks so cool and nifty and crafty and BADASS! My boy has grown!

Gorgug. Oh my god, I can FEEL the "going into a worry" energy radiating from this. But he's got the axe! He's got artificer goggles and tools and a rucksack! He's FINALLY got the emo ripped jeans that he always deserved! He looks so sweet and huggable and perfect! AND HE HAS THE BIG HEADPHONES STILL!

ADAINE. My god. I love this girl so much and her art is perfect. She has patches on her jacket! We can see the cool design on her shirt! She's got high-fantasy boots and belts and she's got her new arcane sword! BOGGY IS THERE! And she looks so lovely and cool and her hair, oh my god, her hair is perfect! I'm so proud of her!

And lastly, the man, the myth, the LEGEND. Fabian looks perfect. Everything from the sword to the sheet to the expression to the tap shoes is spot-on. And his outfit? He's got harem pants! He's got a stylish shirt! He's got wraps around his hands! He's doing a dance move! Man-bun Fabian is now officially canon!

(Also, I'm never gonna shut up about how the Bad Kids are now all spellcasters, and almost all of them are different than how they were in freshman year because that's how growing up works! Fig's ditched College of Whispers as she learns to be truer to herself and has claimed the coolness of College of Lore, and she's got some warlock action to be closer to her dad! Kristen's a Twilight Domain cleric instead of the Life Domain, and I remember being so excited when that became official because that domain is so freaking cool! Riz is an Arcane Trickster, just! Like! Penny! Gorgug's an artificer as well as a barbarian, which is one of my favorite classes, and it looks like he's leaning even further into it! And we can't forget Fabian double-classing as a College of Swords bard! It's so beautiful! It's amazing! Maybe we'll get Adaine doing a martial multiclass to round out the "we're doing different things!" ANYTHING'S POSSIBLE!)

[portraitofalinkonfyre]

I saw you take requests? Would it be alright to ask for Four?? I‘m thinking either something similar to the heat cycle you did with Hyrule, but with the minish instead of fae? Or maybe a fivesome with the colours?? If none of those spark inspiration, it‘s alright if you do something else, tho!

Okay, this is such a brilliant request because DAMN, I completely forgot Four was part minish, so this'll be fun!

Update after 5 hours of writing: yeah, so this is going to be a small-form fic. I'll put the first chapter here and have the other ones ready in separate posts. I can't thank you enough for this request, It's utterly amazing :)

Burning Love

Pairing: Four x Reader

Warning(s): None for this chapter, but the theme of this story is explicit (which means I'll tag all chapters as smut), so please don't read unless you are 18+!

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Four was not okay.

He had woken to a perfect, cloudless day--with just enough of a breeze to make the approaching summer heat tolerable--with the appalling urge to do... absolutely nothing!

Four liked to think he was one of the more responsible Links in the chain, not that he would ever say it, so it was starting when he awoke, groaning, and immediately rolled back over to sleep. It didn't help that Wind chose that exact moment to yell some ineligible sentence to him, fraying Four's already frazzled nerves. Hylia, if he hadn't been so damn tired, he might have given the Sailor a piece of his mind about common decency.

"Four!" the hero of the seas tried again--t wasn't like Wind to be this loud, Four thought disgruntledly, sealing his hands over his aching ears–while following with a significantly quieter: "Why isn't he up yet?"

"Leave me alone," Four hissed into his bedroll without any real heat. Speaking of heat, when had it gotten so damn hot? He could have sworn the temperature was at least a few degrees cooler when he woke up.

There was more concerned whispering as the other heroes began to take notice of his predicament, Twilight and Warriors looking especially perturbed. Four buried his face in the bedroll when Time cocked an eyebrow in his direction, beginning his heavy approach. Four could feel the exact moment Time sidled up to him, swatting lightly at the hand that fell upon his head. "Four? Are you alright?"

"Mmmph," was Four's eloquent response, only replaced by a surprised gasp when Time's fingers caught his hair in a stern grip, pulling his face up. "What–"

Time placed his free hand on the smaller hero's forehead. "You feel warm," he stated plainly.

"Who feels warm?" A new voice joined the fray and Four wanted to scream. It was you, because of course it was, already dressed in your adventuring clothes, hair slightly damn from what he assumed had been a recent bath in the nearby river. Your eyes narrowed in concern as you took in the sight before you. "Oh no, is he sick?"

"Very well could be," Legend answered, pinning Four with a gaze that had him gritting his teeth. "No offense, but you look terrible."

"Everything you say is an offense," Four muttered, hissing when Time gently smacked him upside the head with a quiet 'behave yourself'.

Four stilled when you approached, laying a cool hand on his burning forehead, eliciting an actual shiver from him. "You've definitely got a fever," you stood, clicking your tongue in sympathy and cocking a delicious hip. "Don't worry, I've got some herbs in my pack with your name on them!" and you were gone from his sight, presumably to rife through your medicine bag,

Dumbstruck, Four lay prone, baffled by the reaction his body had from a simple touch. Maybe there was something wrong with him, because there was no reasonable expiation to the spikes of heat coursing through his veins. The voices typically bouncing raucously around his head were eerily quiet... until you returned with a wooden cup full of sloshing green liquid. It was almost embarrassing how quickly his mouth opened when you came within reach, offering the drink. Four downed it without a second thought, only pausing to take cough when the bitter flavor invaded his mouth.

"Gross, isn't it?" he could have died when you patted his back comfortingly, retrieving the now empty cup. "I appreciate the lack of fight," you joked, sending a short glance to Wind and Legend, who immediately began to defend their honor.

"H-Hey, it's not my fault you make it taste disgusting!"

"But (Y/nnnnnnn)–"

"Butts are for sitting," you interjected, turning your head in Time's direction. "Is there a town nearby we can take him to?"

The oldest hero put a hand on his chin, humming lowly. "Castle Town is a day's walk from here, if we start in an hour, we should be able to make it by sundown."

You nodded, patting Four one last time before rising to your full height, casting a shadow over grounded hero. it was almost embarrassing how quickly his eyes snapped to your strong legs, traveling up to scope out your frankly enchanting hips, which would be perfect for carrying his children–

Smack!

You jumped when Four slammed his head back down on the bedroll, already bending down to examine the fallen hero. "What in the–"

–Only to be pulled back by a slightly-scowling Twilight. "Is there anything else we can get for a fever?"

"I–" you glanced at Four, then the hand wrapped around your wrist, with a worried expression. "I saw some willow trees a few minutes from here."

"I'll get it with you," said Hyrule, who had been on the outskirts of the concerned circle formed around Four's bedroll. While his magic could heal physical ailments, it wasn't nearly as effective with colds and infections–that was why they had you, a retired field medic from Warrior's Hyrule that had fallen through a similar portal a few months ago.

"Alright," you gestured for Hyrule to follow you as soon as Twilight released his grip. As the two of your retreated into the grove, Four allowed himself to relax, mind still spinning with thoughts unknown to even him.

Camp was packed by the time you and Hyrule returned, burdened with nearly a pound of willow bark between the two of you. You found yourself immediately searching for Four, because, while you would never admit it out loud, Legend's assessment of the shorter hero's physical state was quite accurate. You'd known something was amiss as soon as you glimpsed the heady flush practically overtaking his face, not to mention the distinct blurriness of his pupils, which had blown considerably as your interaction progressed.

It wasn't like Four to be so... uncoordinated, and you were genuinely worried that there was more going on than met the eye. You'd seen more than your fair share of sickness and death, so you were going to be damned if you let one of your dearest friends suffer the same fate as those unlucky souls during the war.

Your heart jumped when you found him sitting atop Epona, arms wrapped loosely around her sturdy neck, eyes closed and hairband half-heartedly tied to his forehead. Twilight stood close by, reins in one hand while the other cheerfully waved you over. You approached quickly, already fiddling with the willow bark in your satchel. "How is he?"

"He'll be fine," the rancher grunted, "Hylia knows we have our own troubles ta' work through."

You nodded slowly. "I wish I knew how this could have happened... and it's strange that no one else is feeling unwell."

Twilight sighed, laying a hand on your shoulder. "Don't worry your head about it, darlin'. He'll find ya in time."

"Thanks, Twi," you smiled softly. "I needed that."

A grin broke through his unusually stoic expression. "Anytime, darl', ya know we're here for you."

"Same here," you peeked over his shoulder to study a snoozing Four. "Do you think it was those mushrooms from two nights ago, those were nasty."

Twilight hummed. "I ain't sure about that, Wolfie wouldn't have brought it if 'e didn't think it was safe."

You tapped your chin. "True, but what if it only affects Hylians, like those berries Wild tried to eat back in Legend's Hyrule?"

A short left Twilight's mouth at the memory of a berry-drunk Wild declaring war on bananas, he rocked back against Epona's shoulder, causing the horse to nicker softly and bump her nose against his chest. "Ya could be on to something, but he ain't drunk."

"Obviously," you rolled your eyes before finding yourself studying Four once more. "I'll take your word for it, though. Hyrule and I got enough willow to last anyone through a lifetime."

"Atta girl," Twilight clapped your shoulder, and you laughed together, only stopping when Warrior's called your name from the other side of camp. "Don't worry, I'll take care'a him."

You tipped an invisible hat. "You're the best, Twi!"

You turned on your heel to see what madness Wars had gotten himself into, not noticing Four's narrowed glare from atop Epona, irises swirling in a dizzying kaleidoscope of color.

The journey to Castle Town was a long one. You walked with Warriors and Hyrule, just before Twilight and Four in case one of them needed something. The only stops made were for Epona or the bathroom, which you had no complaints toward; your friend was sick and you knew bedrest was the best cure was illnesses like his.

"You don't think it's contagious, do you?" Warriors asked between chews of the lynel jerky Wild blessed everyone with a few minutes ago.

"I don't think so..." you trailed off, taking a bite of your own jerky. "Someone would have already gotten sick if it was."

"I agree," Hyrule joined in, tone strangely knowing. The traveller caught your curious gaze, quickly amending: "...That doesn't make it any less worrying."

...Why did you feel like he knew something? Hyrule was a healer, so you wouldn't be surprised, but it was strange that he wasn't coming forth about it. "I'm especially worried about the fever, it means he's fighting something."

"You think?"

"I do," you hummed, resisting the urge to look behind you. "I asked Twilight if it was those mushrooms, but he's not sure."

Warrior blanched with a muttered: "Don't remind me..."

You and Hyrule chuckled simultaneously, just as Wind chimed: "those were gross!" from the front.

The sky was high in the sky by the time you came across a raging river, the only thing across it being a rickety bridge that had even you cringing.

"Just look at that," Hyrule whispered to you and Warriors. "I've seen better bridges built by children."

Time stopped just before the first plank, holding up an armored hand, just as Legend interjected, eyes narrowed in disgust at the 'architecture', if it could even be called that.

"We are not crossing that."

"I didn't say we were," Time replied evenly. "There is another bridge to the south, but it will take an additional few hours to reach."

"Wait," all eyes turned to you. "Will we still be able to get to town in time?"

"No," Time said slowly. "There's a gorge near the town that can't be crossed in the dark."

Well, that wouldn't do. You gestured to the bridge. "Can we cross it if we go once at a time?"

Time's expression turned contemplative... until a small smile broke through the fog and you knew you were on to something. "I believe we've found ourselves a solution."

Get read for some slow burn, y'all.

[cera-writes]

Omg, I love your blog! 👁️👁️✨ I really love how you write for X-MEN characters. Today, I’m requesting a song fic for either Remy or Kurt. I think they would both fit Too Sweet (By Hozier). I’ve been obsessed with this song ever since it came out. Thank you! ✨

A/N: THANK YOU <333 I too, am obsessed with this song lol Pairing: Gambit x F!Reader Tags: songfic, Hozier, fluff, mutual pining

Too Sweet - A Hozier Song-Fic

The insistent chirping of birds filtered through the blinds, a jarring intrusion into Remy LeBeau's slumber. Ten o'clock. Ten o'clock before Remy would ever say a word and none earlier. Unlike him, you were a symphony of pre-dawn energy. Your voice, a melodic counterpoint to the morning symphony, cut through his haze.

"Remy! Rise and shine, sleepyhead! I've already been out on my mile run this morning before the sun rose."

He peeked from beneath the covers, your silhouette bathed in the golden morning light. Even in your active wear, you possessed an ethereal quality. It couldn't be said I'm an early bird, Remy thought, a wry smile playing on his lips. You were the quintessential early riser, a stark contrast to his nocturnal rhythm.

"Don' you jus' wanna wake up, dark as a lake, cher? Smellin' like a bonfire, lost in a haze?" he mumbled, the words tumbling out unbidden. You paused mid-stretch, concern clouding your bright eyes.

"Did you sleep well?" Your worry was a balm to his soul, a secret he wouldn't readily admit. You cared about him, the man who thrived in the shadows, a stark contrast to your rose colored glasses. You were too sweet for him, a melody in his whiskey-soaked symphony of existence.

"Peachy, cher," he lied with a lazy drawl, forcing himself upright. You were right. The allure of being the thief in the night seemed to pale in comparison to experiencing a sunrise with you. He joined you on the cool floor, his movements stiff compared to your effortless grace.

"You know you don't gotta pretend," he propped up softly, voice laced with amusement. A heat crawled up your neck. He saw through you, your carefully constructed facade. Perhaps, it was this very quality that drew you to him like a moth to a flame.

As the day unfolded, the contrast between you became even more apparent. Your afternoon was spent enveloped in the warm aroma of chocolate and sugar, your hands weaving magic with the ingredients. Remy, however, sharpened his fighting skills with his staff, the rhythmic clang a stark counterpoint to your gentle symphony.

You offered him a hot cup of joe, a mischievous glint in your eyes. "I remembered you liked your coffee black. Oh, and I just made cookies. Help yourself to a few."

He chuckled, taking a tentative bite. The sweetness exploded on his tongue, a stark contrast to the life he led. "You're too sweet for de likes of Gambit, cher," he teased, a pull in his chest that wasn't from the charged cards strapped to his thigh.

"What does that make you then?" you countered, a playful comeback escaping your lips. But beneath the surface, Remy saw a flicker – a spark of attraction mirrored in his own gaze.

Later that night, when the moon replaced the sun, casting familiar, cool shadows, he found you on the balcony, gazing at the starlit canvas above. This was his domain, the time he craved.

"Couldn't sleep, cher?" he drawled, leaning against the railing, whiskey in hand as he took a sip from the glass.

You shook your head, a smile playing on your lips. "Just thinking."

He joined you, a comfortable silence settling between them. "Maybe," he started, feeling uncharacteristically hesitant, "maybe we don' have to pretend or play dis lil' game anymore. Maybe we can share de sky for a while."

You turned to him, your eyes twinkling like distant stars. "Maybe we can, Remy."

He leaned closer, the scent of tobacco mingling with the cool night air. In that twilight space between light and dark, he found himself lost in the sweetness of your kiss, a perfect counterpoint to his world of shadows.

[parasolladyansy]

I have a question about your LoZ AU.

LoZ as a series has a bit of a weird depiction of humans. Hylians are almost always portrayed with pointed ears, although humans with rounded ears do show up sometimes (notable example is Wind Waker, where it's an actual plot point). I know this is a weird question, but would Ingo's, and by extension Ansy's, round ears be a point of interest to the inhabitants of Hyrule? I don't remember if BotW or Totk ever mentioned any area outside of Hyrule, and since everyone there have pointed ears, no one would have any idea as to where those humans came from.

Also, if I remember correctly, I think that pointed ears are a sign of a connection to the goddess Hylia. And given the generally polytheistic society in (most) Zelda games, then that could be another odd thing about Ingo and Ansy.

At the very least, their round ears would be a very clear indicator that both of them are not from Hyrule.

I know this is a weird question, but for some reason this topic has always been an interesting one for me. Especially since I remember my first reaction to Totk Ganondorf being that he's the only character in Totk and Botw with round ears. (Me : yeah sure his character design looks cool and he looks swoll, but LOOK AT HIS EARS-)

Pardon me, a flood of Zelda lore just rushed into my head lol - I’ve been a Zelda fan EVEN LONGER than I’ve been a Pokémon fan.

Okay, so round ears, our isekai-ed friends in Hero of Bombs / Isekai-ed Artist, & Ganondorf! (Lore dump ahead!)

It’s as you said - round ears have been a minor topic of interest in Hylian history, regardless of the timeline. I remember reading the booklet that came with A Link to the Past when I was little, about the creation of Hyrule & the Triforce. In there, they talked about how Hylians heard messages from the gods with their elven ears. One of the townsfolk in Ocarina of Time says the same thing.

Meanwhile, the earliest instance of round ears I can remember appearing is Ocarina of Time: ALL of the Gerudo (including OoT Ganondorf) had round ears - more on that in a bit. Another example came a little later in the Oracle games with the inhabitants of the other countries Oracle of Seasons / Ages Link visited (Holodrum & Labrynna), then again in Twilight Princess with the residents of Ordon Village (technically just outside Hyrule’s border).

(OoT Nabooru to the left, OoA Bippin & Blossom in the middle, & TP Colin to the right)

“Oh, okay. Gerudo & these folks from neighboring countries / villages just have round ears - easy!…Right?”

Until Breath of the Wild happened, reintroducing the Gerudo people after all these years with pointed ears like Hylians (not to mention different skin tones).

The Gerudo being an all female race (except for a male born every 100 years, often some incarnation of Ganondorf), they reproduce via men from other races (Hylian, Sheikah, etc). Stands to reason they would get traits from their fathers. Why, then, didn’t they have pointed ears back in OoT? Maybe round ears & darker skin used to be a stronger gene? I couldn’t tell you.

Why TotK Ganondorf has round ears might be an example of that gene coming back in the rarely born male, though honestly I just feel like they were just making a design choice to refer back to OoT Ganondorf, the very first depiction of him we saw in the games (though he was mentioned by name in A Link To the Past) as a love letter to us older fans.

(OoT Ganondorf to the left, TotK Ganondorf to the right)

I don’t think Nintendo wanted us to think too hard on it, or why some versions of Ganondorf actually does have pointed ears, even when it was the same Ganondorf (eg. OoT Ganondorf > WW Ganondorf / TP Ganondorf). All I know is that when ToTK Ganondorf stepped into the frame, my inner 10yo saw the villain from her nightmares (in the very best sense! 878)

As for Ingo & isekai-ed me (lol), the Hylians would probably just think of us as foreign visitors, maybe from Labyrnna / Holodrum. Link & probably some other key characters would know the truth, either by being told straight out, or intuition.

Side note: as Ingo muddles with his memories & ends up spending time with isekai-ed me, he wonders if we come from the same country / world (not quite, Ingo!)

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(Editing to add maybe it was also a symbolic thing - pointed ears symbolizing communication with the divine, maybe it’s to say “he refuses to listen to heaven”? Who knows.)

[cre8inghavoc]

Can’t help it…

Part 4

inumaki x f!reader

pairing: inumaki x f!reader

summary: Transferring to a new school is tough, but having your three best friends there makes it easier. Things get even more interesting when you start falling for the mysterious boy who rides his motorcycle to school every day. What will happen next?

genre/warnings: [18+] Characters are aged up. Story contains cursing, new friends, alcohol, college!au, no curse!au, dark humour, SMAU and written parts, fluff, smut.

You both walked out of the restaurant and then suddenly you turned around so quick, Inumaki's confusion was evident as he nearly ran into you, his concern growing as he saw the upset expression on your face. "What's wrong?" he asked, his voice tinged with worry.

You couldn't contain your frustration (you weren't really upset though just surprised), and blurted out, "What's wrong?! You literally paid for both our meals when I told you I was going to pay for mine! Why would you do that?"

Inumaki's expression softened as he realized your distress. "Just wanted to treat you ," he explained, as he smirked.

"I know you wanted to be nice, but I just feel bad," you admitted, your voice softening. "You didn't have to do that, Inumaki. I appreciate it, but I want to be able to take care of myself too."

Inumaki's gentle touch as he placed the helmet on your head sent a shiver down your spine. The way he held it, almost as if he were cradling your face, made your heart flutter. Then, he gently nudges your helmet in a playful way.

"Don't be silly. Let's head back before we're late for class."

"Yeah," you agreed, trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach as his gaze locked onto yours. Your visor was still open, allowing you to see the warmth and sincerity in his eyes, and for a moment, it felt like time stood still.

With a silent understanding passing between you, you both got on the bike, ready to return to school. As Inumaki started the engine, you held onto him tightly, feeling a newfound sense of connection blossoming between you.

You both made your way back to school, and once you arrived, you decided to exchange phone numbers.

As you entered the school grounds, you were met with stunned silence as everyone froze in their tracks, their eyes widening in disbelief. Whispers rippled through the crowd as people pointed and gasped, unable to believe what they were seeing.

Confusion flickered across your face as you took the helmet off, but you shrugged it off and continued on your way to class.

The rest of the school day passed quickly, filled with classes and moments shared with your friends. Finally, when the last bell rang, signalling the end of the day, you gathered your belongings and headed home.

As the hours dragged on, the sky slowly transformed from the vibrant colors of daylight to the serene shades of twilight. You sat there, staring at your phone, waiting for the notification that never came. Each minute felt like an eternity, the silence between you growing louder with every passing second. Eventually, frustration and boredom set in, and you began to pace back and forth in your room, the walls closing in as your thoughts spiraled out of control. What had started as mild impatience turned into a storm of overthinking, your mind racing with endless possibilities and unanswered questions.

Why hadn't he texted?

What was he doing?

Did I do something that put him off?

We only just became friends, but why hasn’t he texted me?

I don’t want to be the one who texts first—what if he’s not interested?

But wait, why do I even care? It’s not like I like him or anything—right? I mean, why would I? We just met!

Oh my God, what am I even doing?

OMG, HE TEXTED ME! AHHH—

*cough cough*

I mean, oh yeah, cool, whatever.

You leap onto your bed, excitement bubbling over as you start to type "heyyy!" But just before hitting send, you hesitate, pulling your thumb back.

Wait—

am I responding too soon? Should I wait a few minutes?

Maybe I just won’t respond until tomorrow....

Yeah, that way I won’t seem desperate.

But...what if he thinks I'm not interested and decides not to talk to me again?

Ugh, okay, maybe I’ll just wait a few minutes.

You glance at your phone, curiosity gnawing at you.

But I really want to know what he’s going to say.

Why is this so hard?

Finally, you throw your hands up in defeat. You know what, screw it.

You hit send and immediately toss your phone onto the bed, heart racing.

"Yep, I'm just gonna walk away. If he texts back right now, I’m not even going to read it," you mutter to yourself.

FUCK, did I put too many y's? You panic for a second, staring at the screen.

Maybe I overdid it…

Your mind starts racing again, overanalyzing every letter, every detail.

Is it too much? Does it look like I’m trying too hard?

You can’t help but feel a wave of regret wash over you as you wait, second-guessing everything.

But- Okay, he definitely called me out. You can feel your cheeks heat up as you realize he's seen right through you. Yeah, I was totally waiting for him to text me all day, but there’s no way he needs to know that.

You let out a frustrated sigh. He’s already got a high ego—clearly. If I agree, it’ll only inflate it more. Plus, I don’t need him thinking I’m desperate… You pause, correcting yourself. Wait, what? I’m not desperate! What the hell?

Your phone buzzed again with a text from Inumaki, asking for your address. With a mixture of excitement and intrigue, you hesitantly provided it, wondering what he was up to.

You catch yourself spiraling and mutter under your breath, "God, why the hell am I talking to myself?" You shake your head, trying to regain some semblance of composure, but your thoughts are all over the place.

OKAY, BUT HE WANTS TO HANG OUT??!! That’s a good thing—wait, holy shit, I need to get ready quickly!

You leap off your bed, adrenaline kicking in, and start rummaging through your closet. Outfits fly as you scramble to find the perfect look. "Okay, no, not this crop top—my breast will literally show out too much. That’s going to look way too desperate; I don’t need that much attention." You toss it aside and pull out another option. "Ugh, not this one either—too much color." Another reject.

You glance at a skirt, but immediately think twice. "Ehh, it’s too cold for this—wait, is he bringing his bike? Oh shit, okay, leggings and a long-sleeve cropped top…oh yes, that’s actually perfect." You smile to yourself, finally feeling like you’ve got it just right.

Then, you remembered the chocolates that Nobara, Itadori, and Megumi had given you, their mysterious behavior still fresh in your mind. They had insisted that you try the chocolates at night, giggling mischievously as they handed them to you. You hadn't understood their odd behavior at the time, but you found it amusing nonetheless.

Deciding to bring the chocolates along for the ride with Inumaki, you tucked them into your bag, curious to see what the fuss was all about. With a smile, you headed out the door.

As you made your way down, a flutter of excitement and anticipation danced in your stomach. With each step closer to him, the butterflies grew stronger, a mix of nerves and exhilaration swirling within you.

You approached the motorcycle, and couldn't help but notice Inumaki leaning slightly back, his figure outlined against the backdrop of the streetlights. The sight of him exuded an air of confidence and allure, sending a shiver down your spine.

With his dark attire contrasting against the glow of the night, Inumaki looked undeniably captivating, his presence commanding attention. The subtle tilt of his body added to his mystique, making him appear effortlessly cool and incredibly attractive.

A flush of warmth spread across your cheeks as you admired him, feeling a rush of excitement and anticipation at the prospect of spending the evening with him.

"Hey," you greeted as you approached him, a nervous excitement bubbling within you.

"Hey."

As he passed you the helmet, you hesitated for a moment, uncertainty flickering in your eyes as you stood by the motorcycle. Just as you were about to climb onto the back seat, Inumaki hopped off the bike and playfully motioned for you to take his place. “nah uh” he said with a grin, tapping the seat in front of him invitingly.

Your eyes widened in surprise. "Are you serious? I’ve can't ride a motorcycle!" you protested, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement bubble up inside you.

Inumaki tilted his head slightly and asked, “Do you know how to drive manual?”

You met his gaze, slightly taken aback by the question, but then nodded. “Well, yeah, I do.”

A knowing smile spread across his face. “Then it’s really no different from that.”

Then he asked, “How’d you learn to drive manual?”

“My dad actually has a few cars in manual,” you explained, a hint of nostalgia in your voice. “He also rides a motorcycle. I mean, he kind of showed me how to ride, but I just didn’t fully understand it.”

“Oh, so you can ride,” Inumaki said with a grin, clearly amused by your modesty. Before you could respond, he stepped closer and gently guided you towards the front seat, his hands steadying you as you got on the bike.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got you,” he reassured with that same confident smile. "I'll be in control. Just trust me."

You start to feel a surge of uncertainty coursing through you.

He walked up in front of you as you settled onto his bike, his presence steadying your nerves. Gently, he reached for the bottom of your helmet, tilting your head up so your eyes met his. “Do you trust me?” he asked, his voice soft yet undeniably firm.

You swallowed nervously, feeling the weight of the moment. Searching his eyes for reassurance, you found a quiet confidence that made your heart race. After a brief hesitation, you nodded slowly, a blend of apprehension and trust swirling within you as you silently placed your faith in him.

He then hopped on the back of the bike, settling in close behind you. “What do I do?” you asked, your voice tinged with both excitement and nervousness as you felt Inumaki lean forward, his body pressing against yours, adding to the intensity of the moment.

With a calm and steady touch, he guided your hands to the handlebars, positioning them just right. His fingers, warm and reassuring, moved over yours, showing you the precise motions needed to start the bike. Each movement was deliberate, his practiced ease giving you confidence as you began to understand the mechanics beneath your fingers.

“So, put the bike into neutral,” he instructed, his voice steady and calm. You gently pushed up with your foot on the gear shift, feeling it click into neutral as your hand held the clutch down.

“See? Just like that. You know what you’re doing,” he said with a hint of admiration in his tone.

The words caught you off guard. Your heart dropped, and you felt your face flush a deep shade of red. Butterflies began to flutter wildly in your stomach, a shiver running down your spine. You knew he didn’t mean it in a sexual way, but the way he said it—the timing, the tone—had an unexpected effect, sending a rush of nervous excitement through you that you couldn’t quite shake and thank god he couldn't see your face right now....

“Okay, start up the bike, then pull in the clutch and shift to first gear,” he instructed, his voice steady and reassuring. “When I say, ease the throttle gently. We’ll start off slowly.”

You nodded, taking a deep breath to steady your nerves. Following his instructions, you gradually increased the throttle, feeling the bike come alive beneath you as it began to move forward.

As you gained speed, the wind rushing past you, a surge of exhilaration and freedom washed over you, the feeling unlike anything you’d ever experienced. A laugh escaped your lips, disbelief mixed with joy.

“Holy shit, I’m doing it!”

“Yeah, you are,” he replied, his smile evident in his voice, a note of pride lacing his words as he watched you take control.

You only made it down the block, the realization hitting you that you had no idea where you were going. Plus, with it being your first time really riding a motorcycle, you didn’t feel entirely confident or safe enough to take both of you any farther, especially with the night closing in around you.

“Okay, I’m going to switch now,” you said, a mix of relief and satisfaction in your voice. “I don’t know where we’re going, and I’d rather you take over.”

Inumaki just laughed, the sound light and teasing. “No worries, scaredy cat,” he said with a playful smirk, As he got off the bike, still chuckling, he reached out to help you dismount, his touch steady and reassuring. Once you were safely off, he smoothly slid into the driver’s seat, then turned back to you with that familiar smile. “Come on, ” he said, guiding you onto the passenger seat with a gentle hand, making sure you were comfortable before starting the bike again.

You wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling yourself closer to him as he began to drive down the road. The cool night air brushed against your skin, but all you could focus on was the breathtaking sight in front of you—the city lights stretching out endlessly, illuminating the night with a mesmerizing glow. It was beautiful, almost surreal.

Lost in the moment, you found yourself absentmindedly moving one hand up, gently caressing his chest over his clothes, while your other hand softly trailed along his arm. The intimate touch caught Inumaki completely off guard. His heart skipped a beat, and he glanced down at your hand on his chest before quickly looking back up at the road. His face flushed a deep shade of red, nerves suddenly bubbling up inside him. Thankfully, your helmets hid his flustered expression, and he couldn’t help but be grateful for that small mercy.

In response, he moved his left hand onto your leg, his fingers brushing up and down in a calming motion. The sensation brought you back to reality, making you acutely aware of where your hands were—and where his hand was. A wave of nervousness washed over you from his touch, but you held on, feeling the connection between you deepen with each passing moment.

a/n:

- again sorry for being gone but i acc enjoy writing this series a lot bc i also ride a motorcycle

- also enjoy:)

taglist <3

@madaqueue

[formulawolff]

✧˖° a day in the life ✧˖°

pairing: female!driver x toto wolff

summary: as the season progresses, you decide to share some of your favorite snapshots to your instagram. however, as you post more and more photos, the fans are beginning to really starting to wonder who that mystery man may be.

a/n: these posts are set between chapters vii, viii, and ix of alkaline! they aren’t really super time specific. they’re just around the time golden girl was in brackley, her travels through england, and of course, the races!

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goldengirl: a day in the life :p

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lilymhe: oh my gosh!!! it’s me!!! ilysm!! 🥹

goldengirl: ofc!!! my bestie <3 ily more!!

goldengirlforever: these are so cute! 🤍

kikiayy: mother is mothering with the photo dumps lately

f1fanboy: i can feel her aura through the screen

alex_albon: who’s that cutie in the second photo? i need her number ASAP‼️

goldengirl: sorry but she doesn’t date nerds 🤓

alex_albon: if you keep bullying me, i’m going to go straight to james! i am not NOT messing around‼️👹😤

williamsracing: what’s 4 + 4? cause you ATE that! 💅🏻

f1fangirly: PLS WILLIAMS WHAT IS THIS!!?

goldengirlforever: i’m literally crying rn 😭 wtf

goldengirlstan: they really slayed with that comment though

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lewishamilton: why does it look like you’re in twilight in the first pic lol

mercedesgirly0420: ARIANA WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?

hastalavistababy: WHAT ON—

justaninchident: this is the weirdest crossover episode ever

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landonorris: can u send me the editing app u use you ur pics

goldengirl: idk can you use proper grammar first?

landonorris: can YOU send me the editing app that YOU use for YOUR photos? please and thank you mommy 🥺

landonorrisfan8383: MOMMY⁉️ 😳 HELLO⁉️

f1ismylife: WAIT WHAT IF LANDO IS THE MYSTERY MAN SHE HAS BEEN POSTING—

mclarengirly: OH MY GOD YOU COULD BE RIGHT!

goldengirl: ahahaha no. that’s not my man. it’s just an inside joke. nothing more, i promise :p

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goldengirl: recent travels ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

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lilymhe: you’re so cute i’m gonna throw up

goldengirl: i WISH a certain someone would flirt with me the way you do 😫

alex_albon: i’m still waiting on meeting the day you bring this mystery man to the paddock. 🤨

goldengirl: i will one day!

mercedesamgf1: hey! that looks familiar! 😎

goldengirl: thank you for showing me around! i had a great time! :)

hastalavistababy: THIS IS GETTING WEIRD.

goldengirlforever: PLEASE DON’T TELL US YOU’RE SIGNING WITH MERCEDES NEXT SEASON.

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lewishamilton: why didn’t you tell me you were in brackley? 🧐

goldengirl: because it was for business and not hanging out 🙄🤚🏻

mercedesfan737: BUSINESS?

ilovef1: this is getting insane. where is drive to survive when you need them? 😩 i hope they’re covering this for the upcoming season

formulaonefan4life: wdym business? this is fishy af.

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goldengirl: guys…. i literally had a meeting with some sponsors in london & then i decided to take a trip to brackley to see the mercedes hq & campus. just because i drive for williams doesn’t mean that i can’t just go look at the place 😭

totosgirl73738: it’s just a bit sketch because toto was in brackley the same time you were.

justaninchident: @totosgirl73728 girl… that man owns 33% of the company.. i think he works there.

totoswife1988: she’s just not making herself look good rn with all the affair rumors going around. that’s all. going out of her way to brackley to just “see” the mercedes is weird.

justaninchident: speculating about someone’s personal life is weird. 🥱

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landonorris: was the mercedes campus cool at least? sorry ppl are being nosy af

goldengirl: yeah! i got to meet a ton of their staff & saw a lot of behind the scenes stuff! come with me next time. we can try fish and chips!

landonorris: omg!! the boys and golden girl take a field trip!! we can visit george and eat beans on toast!

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alexandrasaintmleux: where can i fill out the application to be you? is there like a tutorial or something i can follow?

goldengirl: brb i’ll post one to tik tok right now! 🤭

[cultofdixon]

Matchmaker Grimes

Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • Carl Grimes’ Older Sister!Reader • Carl saw how close you and the archer were getting and thought he (with a little help from dad) he can get the two of you together • SFW/Smol Angst • TW: Anxiety

Requested by: Anon

“Y/N, mind doing me a favor?”

“If it’s something stupid I won’t do it Carl” Y/N scoffs in a playful manner to show her brother she wasn’t serious about turning down whatever it may be. Even if the silence wasn’t going to get her to do what he wants of her. “Dude. Spit it out”

“Shit, sorry. Mind checking the snares? Dad asked me to ask you”

“Then why did you phrase it in wanting me to do you a favor?”

“I panicked and forgot that dad asked me to ask you. I just remembered that it was him asking—-“

“You’re scrambling. But yeah I’ll go take care of it” Y/N shooed him away so that she could get ready in private, even if the blanket curtain for a cell door wasn’t enough privacy.

As the eldest Grimes sibling made her way outside the gates of the prison to check the snares for her father. She noticed the archer setting up new ones after re-setting up the old ones.

Daryl looked up when he heard a throat clear, finally noticing Y/N as he straightens up. “Uh. Rick asked me—-“

“Oh, funny. My dad asked me to do it…too” Y/N tried not to be so nervous around the archer when talking to him.

“I could use a hand though, so you’re perfect—-“ Daryl himself was nervous around the eldest Grimes sibling. “I-I mean it’s…perfect. You…you can help. Yeah”

While that was happening, Rick was currently on watch as he had a pair of binoculars checking the parameter from his tower and more specifically watching the two take care of the snares. They were getting quite a bit of game and while they were out they took care of a few walkers that threatened the fence.

“Anything?” Carl questions the moment he arrived as Rick handed the binoculars to his son.

“Yea know I can’t hear anything right?”

“No shit dad!”

“Language”

“Whatever. I just wanna know if they are talking to each other. I don’t gotta hear what they’re saying” Carl states looking into the binoculars checking on the two himself.

As Y/N finished setting up the last snare she noticed Daryl staring into the prison but more specifically the watch tower. She brought herself to stand beside him curious to what he was looking at.

“Why does your brother have binoculars?”

“Cuz he’s a weirdo. I don’t know” Y/N watching Carl put away the binoculars by shoving them into his dad’s side.

“It’d be weirder if he had one of those…uhhh…”

“A listening device? Aren’t they called bugs?”

“I was thinkin’ the microphone things cops had in old cop films. For spyin’” Daryl adjusted his crossbow on his back as Y/N crosses her arms watching her family scramble in the watchtower.

“I miss movies”

“Yea had a favorite film?”

“Guess” Y/N smiles at Daryl watching his expression soften while in thought.

“Were yea one of them twilight girls?”

“Ew no” She laughs at the guess as Daryl felt a twitch of a smile Grace his face when hearing her laugh. “Lori was obsessed with the books. But as for my favorite movie, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind”

“Jim Carrey fan?”

“No, I just really enjoyed the film. I could probably recite it by heart I’ve seen it a lot” Y/N started to make her way back to the main gates with Daryl following shortly behind while carrying the catches the traps caught.

“Uhm…think yea could recite it to me like…sometime or whatever”

“Sure, after dinner?” Y/N’s smile he will take to memory. She watches him nod with a hint of his smile peaking out. “Cool”

The night came in and dinner was made with the rabbits they’ve caught in the snares. It was put into a stew with some of the vegetables they grew in the gardens. Some of the people were eating outside and some were inside…Carl found himself sitting outside at the table with his dad and baby sister with the Greenes and Rhees. He was watching Y/N talking to Carol at another table with Daryl sitting with them.

“Carl”

Carl quickly snapped back to the table he was at seeing a few laugh at his attention being elsewhere.

“Sorry what?”

“You gotta eat, son” Rick laughs a bit as he held Judith giving her a bottle. “We’re running out of formula”

“She should be able to start takin’ solids soon but in mush form. We do have carrots coming in” Hershel adds his input as he enjoys the dinner.

“Think we should have a run set up. Just a quick one to see if there’s anymore formula out there before weening her off”

“Glenn and I—-“

“Y/N and Daryl don’t have morning watch tomorrow. They can go on a quick run. I’ll go tell them” Carl quickly got up from his seat making his way over to their table.

Glenn couldn’t help the laugh that escaped him catching everyone’s attention at their picnic table. “Sorry sorry”

“What it’s cute that he’s trying to set them up” Beth was quick to add as that caught Rick’s attention instantly.

“Y’all know what he’s doing?”

“It’s obvious”

“And boy are those two oblivious” Maggie smiles at the two before turning back to her table failing to contain her laughter. “Glenn and I have tried before. But we honestly thought you’d have a problem with it”

“Or it’ll blow up in our faces because it’s the apocalypse and locking the two in an abandoned house can lead to a walker being shoved out a window” Glenn avoided eye contact as that would explain the time Y/N had to get stitches. “Ruined the mood”

“I don’t have a problem with it.“ Rick states setting the bottle down and getting up from his seat to take Judith inside. “I’d only have a problem if he hurts her”

A few hours passed and everyone was inside for the night, Daryl was getting off his watch about to light a cig when he noticed Y/N sitting alone outside. He quickly discarded the cigarette while making his way over to her in the fields.

“Hey”

Y/N looks up from her lap giving Daryl a tired smile before returning her attention onto the book she had in her lap.

“You okay?” He asks bringing himself to sit with her hearing a ‘Mhm’ as a response. “Mind if I sit with yea?”

“Not at all” she smiles watching him the best she could given the barely any light from the solar powered lantern she found from the last run.

Daryl brought himself close bringing his attention to the pictures she was fiddling with hidden in the pages.

“Who’s that?”

“My mom with Lori, then this one” Y/N handed one over to Daryl as he brought it more toward her lantern to get a look. “Carl and I when I was moving out”

“Yea look happy…how’d these manage to survive this long? If yea don’t mind me askin’”

“I know how to take care of my shit” Y/N laughs dryly being handed the photo back as she put it back in a small copy of Flowers for Algernon. No correlation, just know her dad or brother would pick up the book. “My coat has an inside pocket big enough to hold the book I keep them in. Only take it off to sleep so it’s always on me”

“Smart. Kinda like the vest I’ve got. It’ll stay intact as long as it’s with me.”

“The wings suit you by the way. Being a guardian angel of sorts” Y/N smiles listening to him scoff followed by a short lived chuckle. “Ever gonna trust someone to wear them? You do trust Carol to clean it”

“Eh she just showed me how to take care of it. To avoid the wings tearing off…but yeah I’ve got someone in mind, I’d trust to wear’em”

“Oh yeah?” Y/N smiles at the archer not getting an answer of who as the silence grew slightly between them before she took a risk bringing herself beside him resting her head on his shoulder. “They must be pretty special”

She is Daryl tensed at first contact but relaxed after a second watching her curl into his side.

The morning came and Y/N stepped out of the watchtower from taking over Maggie’s morning shift ending just in time to go on the quick run with Daryl. He sat on his bike listening to what they needed to look for from Rick as he brought his attention to Y/N approaching.

“So you know what to—-“

“Get. Now you get” Daryl gestures with his head for Rick to leave as he gave him a confused look before turning to his daughter coming over and left with an amused chuckle escaping him.

Daryl straightens up gripping onto the helmet in his hands as Y/N instantly beams at the archer.

“You look ready”

“Oh I—If you ain’t I can—“

“No I’m good. I’m ready” She continues to smile as Daryl handed her the helmet. “Now why do you have this for me but not yourself?”

“You’re sitting behind me, sunshine. Can’t have yea getting brain damage falling off”

“Hey this isn’t my first time riding yknow”

“Oh?” Daryl smirks bringing himself forward so that Y/N can hop on once she got her helmet secured. “Wouldn’t have pegged yea to be the rebellious type with a dad like that”

“Mm I got away with a lot” Y/N giggles to herself about to wrap her arms around Daryl when she turned back to find Rick looking at the two. “CAN YEA GET THE GATES OLD MAN?”

The archer couldn’t help himself by laughing at her words as his mind drew a blank instantly when she wrapped her arms around his torso.

“Old man really?” Rick comments with a bit of a snicker while passing to get the gate.

Soon the two were off and Carl brought himself to the gates once they closed.

“I’ve got a plan if this doesn’t work”

“I bet yea it will given it’s just them”

“Yeah well. I’m still gonna do my plan and it’s about tonight’s night shifts. Daryl is right after Y/N’s.”

“I’m listening” Rick started to walk back to the prison listening to his son’s plan, knowing part of it will probably not matter given these two being alone now?

Gives them enough time to say something

Or

Do something Daryl thought as he follows Y/N through a mini grocery watching her take everything that would benefit their group. Still keeping an eye out for what Rick asked Daryl to find.

“Hey uh Y/N I—-“

“I love you” Y/N blurted to Daryl as she was taking her own chances but when he didn’t respond right away, she decided to scramble and head further into the building. “Sorry!”

“Nah wait” Daryl quickly followed after her through the market as she always managed to get further ahead. “Y/N Damn it! Stop runnin’ from me please” he finally managed to cut her off as it led to her practically running into him.

“Shit sorry—“

“No I’m sorry, Y/N. Shit yea caught me off guard a moment ago—-“

“Yeah I get that and I totally get it if you don’t—-“

“Stop!” Daryl snapped, murmuring a few apologies when it caused her to flinch. He held her shoulders watching her eyes avoid his as he gently held her chin with his right hand making her look at him. “Yea caught me off guard. I-I was gonna say the same…just Uhm. Never thought you’d feel the same way”

“I…” Y/N exhaled a small laugh before bringing her hands to carefully hold his face. “I just wanted a moment alone with you to tell you and felt that something has been pushing me to this.”

“I felt that too” Daryl brought his hands to rest on her hips bringing her close. “I…fuck, you beat me to it earlier” he chuckles lightly smiling, simply enjoying her laugh and feeling her hands move to behind his neck. “But god I love yea. I love you so much”

“Kiss me then, Dixon” Y/N smiles as the archer didn’t hesitate to bring his lips against hers loving every part of her even more keeping her close.

“Yea think they’ve gotten into some trouble?” Rick asks Hershel as it’s been hours. What was supposed to be a quick run, turned into them being gone for hours.

“Are you worried about your daughter? She’s proven to be strong enough to care for herself, Rick. And Daryl’s with her.”

Rick continued to pace the gardens while Hershel kept the upkeep on their veggies being a listening ear to his friend’s concern.

“I should go out there”

“Yea shouldn’t. If they don’t surface tomorrow, then a few of us can go look for them.” Hershel grabbed some mulch from his bucket and started to place it in the soil when he brought his attention to the familiar roar of Daryl’s bike. “Don’t have to send a party out” he states watching Rick sprint over to the gates.

“The fuck happen to a quick ru—-Where’s my daughter, Dixon?” He only ever used Daryl’s last name when he was pissed and the conversation included Y/N.

“Are you blind?” Daryl scoffs bringing his bike to its usual spot as Rick quickly turns to the car coming through having Y/N in the drivers.

As the car pulls in and Y/N stepped out after parking it, Rick instantly grabbed her into a hug out of sudden anxiety for her safety as she awkwardly pats his back wanting him to stop.

“I didn’t die”

“You gotta stop saying that” Rick sighs pulling away and checking her for injuries as she gently pushes him back. “Sorry”

“You worry too much, old man. But look at what we brought back” Y/N gestures for him to check out their findings in the trunk and as she listens to Rick being grateful that they decided to stick outside the walls longer to get more of what they need, she looked over to Daryl seeing him crouched by his bike checking it out after the ride looking over to her.

The archer shot her a smile as she returned it followed by a wink before turning to her dad talking about the blankets they found and giving them to the kids they have at the prison. While all that happens, Carl who stood by the entrance to their cellblock from the outside, noticed their small exchange and quickly went to Daryl knowing his sister wouldn’t hear what he’s about to say.

“You break my sister’s heart and I end you” Carl suddenly stated to the man who gave him a confused look before he could fully take in what he said.

“I’ll never break your sister’s heart”

“You better. Cuz I’m fucking serious” Carl crosses his arms. “I will end you”

Daryl scoffs as he removes one of his knifes from their slot handing it to Carl and with his normal serious tone.

“If I ever, EVER, do wrong by your sister? You know exactly what to do with that”

And on that note Daryl went to help his girl and Rick with unloading the goods from the “new” car they brought. Carl stood there watching and fiddled with the knife in his hand. Knowing he’s never gonna have to use it.

[mingi-s-dimples]

weird request..? ( kinda ) it’s me lis😚 i love your work bia and i really REALLY want a demon hongjoong fic 🪦 maybe add some praising and choking kink as well…🤭🤭 i recently saw a picture of him that added to the “joong demon agenda” AND OH BOY 🫠🫠 love you 😚❤️

Crimson Nights - Hongjoong

REQUEST BY: @mingleshine (or how y'all might know her, my lovely Lis) she also made the banner 😋😋 had to use it for my love.

pairing: demon/incubus!hongjoong x fem!reader

rating: 18+

genre: romance, demon x human, love not necessarily filth (but a little bit cause I love writing filth hihi)

summary: the sillhouette you've always been dreaming and painting about finally finds it's way in your room, giving you what you've been longing for.

WC: 3.5k

warnings: demon au, incubus!hongjoong x human fem!reader, choking kink, neck marking, marking, a sprinkle of praise, pet names (sweetie, darling, princess), ramming (if this is even a warning), hard deep and needy longing love (joong appeared in reader's dreams for years), choking, huge dick!hongjoong, slight belly bulging (he was a big guy hihi), eyes glistering with lust and changing as soon as they're finished, sharp nails (said marking + hickeys), biting, a little bit of cnc maybe from his perspective reader was all down for it, possesiveness, claiming reader (you/re mine/I already claimed you), completely consesual, unprotected (WRAP UP IRL!), slapping/spanking, orgasms (both m&f), fluff (if you squint but I promise there is fluff cause wdym Hongjoong has waited years for reader to be ready to invite him in her world and how he talks to her at the end ansadka I'm blushing), probably forgot something !

Author's Note: I loved writing this one. The description in the beginning made me absolutely looooooooooooooooooove writing this fic, I've always loved to describe nice, vintage/retro like things/rooms. Tysm love for the request andddd can't wait for another one from you hihi <3 love you always, enjoy this one ^^ also I love when u call me bia it makes something in me go insane nshdajkndsma

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction & does not represent in any way the reality of the member.

The room was a sanctuary of warmth and color, tucked away in an old manor where the whispers of time lingered in the wooden beams. As you stepped inside, the scent of aged wood and crackling fire filled the air, mingling with the faint aroma of dried leaves that had drifted in through the slightly open window. The walls were adorned with paintings of every size, each one a vivid portrayal of autumn’s embrace. Rich hues of amber, gold, and crimson spilled from the canvases, capturing scenes of forests bathed in the gentle light of a setting sun, of fields where goldenrod swayed in the cool breeze, and of paths carpeted in a mosaic of fallen leaves.

The floor, covered in a thick, russet-hued rug, creaked softly underfoot, adding to the room’s rustic charm. A grand oak table sat in the center, its surface cluttered with brushes, palettes, and jars of paint that seemed to mirror the fiery shades of the season. On a nearby easel, a half-finished painting depicted a lone maple tree, its leaves a brilliant cascade of oranges and reds against the backdrop of a fading twilight sky.

Outside, the trees rustled softly in the wind, their branches bare save for a few stubborn leaves clinging to their last moments of life. The windowpanes rattled gently, as if echoing the sighs of the season, and through them, the distant cry of a flock of geese could be heard, their silhouettes barely visible against the dusky horizon. The room, bathed in the soft glow of a nearby lamp, seemed to pulse with the rhythm of autumn itself, a place where the beauty of the season was captured and eternalized within the frames on the walls.

You’ve been having some weird dreams lately. The dreams were always drenched in shadows, where reality blurred and the world seemed suspended between night and twilight. In them, you found yourself standing in a vast, moonlit field, where the air was thick with an unspoken tension. The only light came from a ghostly crescent moon, casting long, eerie shadows that danced across the landscape. It was in these shadows that you first saw him — a silhouette against the silver light, imposing, with a presence that sent a shiver down your spine and yet held your gaze captive.

He was not like any man you had ever seen. His form was humanoid but dark, almost as if he were carved from the very night itself. Yet, it was his eyes—those glowing embers hidden within the depths of shadow—that drew you in. They were the color of molten gold, burning with an intensity that made your heart race, eyes that seemed to see right through you, into the deepest corners of your soul.

Despite his demonic appearance, you felt an inexplicable pull toward him, a magnetic force that defied all logic. Each night, the dreams grew more vivid, more intense. You would find yourself standing just a breath away from him, feeling the heat of his presence and the chill of the night air against your skin. His gaze would meet yours, holding you in place, and in that moment, you felt a strange mix of fear and desire. It was as if his eyes were speaking to you, whispering promises of secrets untold, of passions that could only exist in the world of dreams.

Sometimes, you could hear his voice—a deep, resonant sound that echoed in the silence, filled with both menace and allure. He would reach out, his hand almost touching you, but the dream would always end before you had made contact, leaving you waking with a longing you couldn’t quite understand. The sensation of his gaze lingered among you, haunting your waking hours, making you yearn for the night when she would see him again.

In these dreams, you were not afraid. The darkness did not frighten you, nor did his otherworldly form. Instead, you felt drawn into the mystery, consumed by the curiosity of who he was and why you felt such a strong connection to him. Each night you slipped into the sheets, so willingly, eager to return to that shadowy place where the lines between fear and desire blurred, and where you felt more alive than you ever did in the daylight.

The air in the room was thick with anticipation, the kind that made every breath feel heavy. You stood in the center of the old, dimly lit room, the flickering candlelight casting long shadows that danced on the walls. The atmosphere was charged with an electric tension, a sensation you knew all too well from your dreams.

You had been here before—in those haunting visions that gripped you in the dead of night, where the lines between fear and desire blurred into something irresistible. But tonight was different. This time, you were awake. This time, it was real.

The temperature dropped suddenly, and a shiver ran down your spine. The shadows in the corners of the room seemed to coalesce, gathering into a single point of darkness that deepened until it was almost tangible. Your breath hitched as the air hummed with an otherworldly energy. The shadows twisted, taking form, and your heart pounded in your chest as you watched.

Slowly, he emerged from the darkness—a figure of impossible beauty and terrifying power. His skin was pale, almost luminescent against the darkness, and his eyes glowed with a deep, unnatural fire. They were the eyes that had haunted you in your sleep, eyes that saw through you, into you, but you yet had a desire to meet him. His presence filling the room, cloaked in darkness that seemed to cling to him like a living thing.

His lips curled into a knowing smile, one that sent a jolt of both fear and longing through you. It was the smile that had always made you feel like you were teetering on the edge of something dangerous, something thrilling. His voice, when he finally spoke, was a low, velvety rumble that seemed to reverberate through your very bones.

"So, we meet at last," he said, his tone laced with a dark amusement. "You've been dreaming of meeting me, haven't you?" 

You tried to speak, but the words caught in your throat. It was as if the reality of his presence had stolen your voice, leaving you with nothing but the rapid beating of your heart and the heat that flushed your skin.

He stepped closer, his movements fluid, almost serpentine. Every step he took seemed to pull you in, your body betraying you as it leaned towards him, yearning for the touch you knew would burn but also ignite something within you.

"You've been calling out to me, every night," he continued, his gaze never leaving yours. "And now, here I am." 

He was close enough now that you could feel the cold radiating from him, mingling with the warmth of your own body. The scent of him was intoxicating, a mix of something dark and forbidden, like smoke and spices you couldn't name. It made your head dizzy, your thoughts tangling with desire and dread.

He reached out, his fingers brushing against your cheek, and the contact sent a shockwave through you. His touch was cold, but it sparked something deep within, a fire that you had only ever felt in your dreams. It was a sensation that bordered on pain, but also pleasure—a perfect, terrifying balance.

"Why do you fear me?" he whispered, his breath ghosting over your skin. "I am what you desire most, am I not?"

You swallowed hard, finally finding your voice, though it was barely more than a whisper. "Who are you?"

His smile widened, a flash of sharp teeth that should have frightened you, but instead, it only made your heart race faster. "I am everything you've ever feared, everything you've ever wanted. I am the darkness in your soul, the fire in your blood. I am yours."

The words wrapped around you like a spell, binding you to him in a way that felt both inevitable and inescapable. You knew, deep down, that this was what you had been searching for, what your soul had been yearning for in those lonely, desperate moments between sleep and wakefulness.

“W-what’s your name?” you said, your head dizzy from what he made you feel deep inside you.

“I’m Hongjoong.. nice to meet you, princess.”

His hand slid from your cheek to the back of your neck, pulling you closer until there was nothing between you but a breath, a heartbeat. His eyes burned into yours, and you felt yourself falling into them, into him, as if you had always belonged there.

"You have nothing to fear," he murmured, his lips hovering over yours, close enough to feel their coolness. "We are one, you and I. And now, you will never be alone again."

As his lips finally met yours, the world around you seemed to fade, dissolving into darkness. All that remained was the heat of his kiss, the cold fire of his touch, and the knowledge that you had finally found what you had been seeking all along—him.

He stopped kissing you, a heady silence falling between, thick with the weight of what was about to happen. His hands, cold yet searing with an undeniable heat, trailed down your neck with a slow, deliberate touch, making you shiver. His eyes locked onto yours, burning with an intensity that made your knees weak. You could feel the pull, the magnetic force drawing you closer, deeper into him, and you knew there was no escape—only surrender.

With a fluid, almost predatory grace, he lowered you onto the bed. The mattress yielded under your weight, and the cool sheets sent a shiver through your body. He hovered over you, his presence overwhelming, his gaze never wavering from yours as he gently eased you down, guiding your back to the softness beneath. The world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in a bubble of darkness and desire.

His lips found your throat, pressing soft, lingering kisses that ignited every nerve in your body. The sensation was intoxicating, a mixture of warmth and cold that made your skin tingle with anticipation. His kisses were like whispers against your flesh, trailing down to your collarbone, each touch a promise of more to come. His sharp teeth, grasping your skin, receiving some whines out of you. 

You gasped as his hands slid under the fabric of your shirt, his fingers cool against the heated skin of your waist. His touch was slow, sensual, exploring every inch of you as if committing your body to memory. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear, sending another shiver down your spine.

“Do you feel that?” he whispered, his voice like velvet, dark and rich. “The way your body responds to mine? The way you tremble under my touch?”

His lips traced the curve of your shoulder, then continued their journey downward, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. His fingers followed, brushing against your sides, your hips, as he moved lower. He was taking his time, savoring every moment, every reaction you gave him.

When his lips reached the edge of your shirt, he paused, his gaze flicking up to meet yours. There was a question in his eyes, one that didn’t need to be spoken aloud, and your answer was in the way you arched your back, pressing your body into his touch, craving more. A satisfied smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he pulled your shirt higher, exposing more of your skin to the cool air.

He kissed along your stomach, his lips lingering on every inch of bare flesh he uncovered, each kiss sending a jolt of pleasure through you. His hands were everywhere, caressing, teasing, and you couldn’t help the soft moan that escaped your lips as he continued his exploration. The sound seemed to please him, a dark glint of satisfaction in his eyes as he looked up at you from beneath his lashes.

His mouth moved lower, his kisses growing more insistent, more demanding, and you could feel the tension building within you, coiling tighter with each passing second. His touch was like a drug, addicting, overwhelming, and you were helpless to do anything but give in to the sensations he was pulling from you.

When he finally moved back up to capture your lips again, it was with a hunger that took your breath away. His kiss was deep, consuming, as if he was trying to devour every part of you, to claim you as his own. You could taste the darkness on his lips, the promise of something forbidden, something you had craved in your dreams but had never fully understood until now.

He pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against yours, his breath mingling with your own in the small space between you. “You are mine,” he whispered, the words more a declaration than a question. “Every part of you, every breath, every heartbeat. Mine.”

And as he kissed you again, slow and deep, you knew that he was right. There was no turning back, no escape. You were his, body and soul, and the thought of it sent a thrill through you that was equal parts fear and desire. As his hands continued their exploration, as his lips found every sensitive spot on your skin, you surrendered completely to the darkness, to him, knowing that you were lost and yet finally found.

Your hands found their way through his hair, rubbing the nape of his neck. He took that as a challenge and as one of his hands was travelling around your body, all touchy on your thighs and waist, the other one went for your neck, putting pressure, almost like choking you. It only made you yearn for more as you squirmed under him, his gaze never leaving your needy eyes.

“I can see it in your eyes, princess. How much you want me, how much you need me. Do you want me to let you give in or… will you let me make you mine?” he said as he pressed down on your neck, hovering his lips over your collarbones, leaving soft, sloppy kisses, waiting for your response. 

But as you didn’t say anything, only moving underneath him, in wish of some friction, he understood your movements and manhandled you on your back, pressing your face into the mattress. 

“See, darling? Your body language is everything to me. The way it speaks to me… in no way you’d be able to portray by words” he whispered, his eyes glistening with lust and desire, eating you as a whole. 

“Joong- i- “ you mumbled, trying to get ahold of yourself, his dick struggling inside the rough fabric of the leather jeans, creating a prominent tent. All of this mess caused by you and your little dreams formed a loop of stroking his cock for a few seconds before rubbing his thigh up and down, all through the tightening cloth. 

His calm, yet lustful, twisted expression gave you an understanding on how much he wanted you, how bad he craved putting you on all fours, head buried in the mattress, holding your hands and pounding into you like the demon he was. 

Trembling hands gripping the silk sheets, your bottom lip quivered involuntarily as breathless pants left your mouth, Hongjoong behind you, squeezing and occasionally slapping your ass. It was already red… at how much he fondled with it.

“So… should I.. finally claim you, princess?” he said as he turned you over to face him. He started undressing you, slowly but surely getting rid of everything. You were now laying bare in front of him, goosebumps visible on your entire body from the cold yet inviting touch he had.

He pulled you into him by your waist, making you gasp once you felt his hard erection press against your thigh. "Feel that, princess? Gonna fill you up nicely" he whispered, his breath stuttering against your face, like he was a feral animal wanting to destroy you. 

As he unbuckled his leather pants and got rid of them, unveiling his already dripping cock, you were left amazed by the size. You expected.. the size.. cause he was a demon, after all, but...

"Oh, fuck" you exhaled when he went between your thighs, his red angry tip pressing and slowly moving up and down on your folds.

"You good, darling? he grunted as he pushed himself inside you, no warning. You softly moaned at the sensation, but as you realised he put only his tip in, you braced yourself on the mattress and when he pushed himself just a little bit more, you whined and tears started forming at the corner of your eyes. As he wiped them soflty, he let you adjust to his size but you never quite completely did.

Pain and pleasure hovered over you, heavy mist in the air and breathing. He lifted you up, still bouncing slowly on his cock, holding you close to his chest. It was it you were making love to your demon.. this was exactly what was happening. Slow, lustful, desireful thrusts, moves and touches, soft kisses from your neck to your collarbones, sucking dark spots on your fair soft skin.

You suddenly moved and twitched as he bottomed down, to which he pushed you down even further, feeling how a small bulge was forming in your belly, almost visible.

"Princess, stop moving. I might actually hurt you if you move without warning" he said as he dug his sharp nails into the flesh of your waist, leaving soft bleeding marks on your skin. You whined at the pain but damn... it turned you on so bad, arousal dripping on his balls, from below you as you bounced on him more forcefully, not caring about the pain anymore, which had turned into utmost pleasure.

Hongjoong was all touchy with you, he was like this... maybe because he was longing you how much you were longing to meet him? All of these years you've seen him in your dreams... all of the paintings and stories you've made up of him, all because you wanted to meet the mysterious entity in your dream and... you were over the moon for him. How he fucked you so good, how he took you under his influence, his voice, his fangs, as he dug them suddenly in your neck, getting soft choked moans out of your rapidly rising chest.

Only sloppy sounds could be heard from between the two of you, soft and slow stuttering moves, arching your back with every thrust of his. It's true.. he was basically ramming into you, feeling like he could destroy your insides any moment. But at the same time.. there was some kind of slowness, caring to it, deeply pounding into you but making sure you slowly take every single inch of his length, while he gave you soft kisses. One of his hands found it's way to your breasts, playing with your nipple as he received a whine out of you. You were already close, your head getting dizzier, cloudy with the thought of the dirty things you've done with your... demon.

His hands all over your back, leaving scratches and his lips leaving spots on your skin. This is how fucked up you were.. but you were close to finishing, and as he rammed into you a couple of more times and felt how your core bursted, you creamed on his cock, leaving out moans and cries of arousal, tears falling down your cheeks. He fucked you through your orgasm, overstimulating you. He later came inside your aching and throbbing pussy, slowing down his thrusts and then finally comming to a stop.

"Such a good girl you are... such a good girl for me. Is that right?" he whispered.

Both of your fluids were dripping down your legs and on his thighs as he let you fall slowly on the ruined bed sheets. He could feel... even smell how your blood boiled for him, how aroused you were.

"Everything good, darling?" he said as he wiped down your tears, rubbing your trembling thighs slowly. "Mhm? Are you feeling okay?"

"Uh, yes, Joong. It was incredible... " you said and he gave you a kiss on your forehead.

"You know.. y/n. I've been longing for this moment... for years. Ever since I first appeared in your dreams... but I had to wait until you finally wanted it to happen. Now I'm here, sweetie. I'm here.. I'll stay here forever. You're mine and I'm yours.. remember?" his eyes changed colours, from a deep red that appeared when he pushed you on the bed... to a soft hazel-like colour.

"You can't escape my grip anyways. I already claimed you before inviting me in your life..." he said and hugged you thightly.

"Hongjoong... I've always wanted to meet you.. the mysterious entity haunting, appearing in my dreams. I was so eager to meet that sillhouette... you won't ever understand." you said and gave in, curling up into a ball in his grip.

"Don't worry.. I'm here and I won't ever leave, as I said" he reassured you, stroking your hair slowly and biting your neck again, marking his terittory once again for the night.

[st4rlvr]

Beyond the tide ||LFX

The garden was alive with its usual symphony of nature: the rustling leaves, the whispering breeze, and the gentle hum of bees flitting between blooms. It was a place that most garden fairies would consider paradise, but for me, it was missing something.

Beyond the edge of my flower-filled sanctuary, past the rolling meadows, was the ocean. It stretched out endlessly, glittering like shards of glass under the sun, its waves whispering secrets I could never truly hear.

I wasn’t supposed to go near it. Everyone knew that garden fairies and the ocean didn’t mix. The saltwater, while harmless to most, could weaken and eventually destroy my magic if I got too close. But even warnings couldn’t dull the pull it had on me.

I found myself drawn to the tide every evening, standing on the edge of the sand where the waves reached but never crossed. The cool breeze carried the scent of salt and adventure, and I often imagined what it would feel like to dive beneath the surface, to explore a world so different from my own.

That’s when I saw him.

It was just before sunset, the sky painted in shades of gold and pink, when the water rippled in the distance. A figure broke through the surface, his silhouette shimmering as droplets cascaded down. At first, I thought he was a trick of the light, a mirage conjured by my longing. But as he swam closer, I saw him clearly: a mermaid.

His hair, golden and damp, clung to his face, and his tail—oh, his tail—shimmered with hues of silver and blue that seemed to catch and reflect every ray of light. He stopped just a few feet from where I stood, his amber eyes locking onto mine.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” he said, his voice carrying easily over the gentle crash of waves. There was no accusation in his tone, just amusement.

I crossed my arms, trying to mask my nervousness. “And you are?”

He grinned, revealing a row of perfectly straight teeth, and shrugged. “Fair point. I’m Felix.”

“Y/N,” I replied softly.

And just like that, my quiet evenings by the shore were never the same.

Felix and I met often after that first encounter. He’d appear just as the sun dipped below the horizon, the sky still glowing with twilight. I’d sit on a rock or the soft sand, and he’d rest in the shallow water, his tail flicking lazily as we talked.

“You’re always staring at the waves,” he said one evening, tilting his head as he watched me.

“Because they’re so… vast,” I replied, my voice filled with wonder. “I can’t imagine what it must be like to live beneath them.”

His lips quirked into a small smile. “It’s not so different from your world, you know. We have gardens, too, but they’re made of coral and seaweed. Our skies are the open ocean, and our birds are schools of fish.”

“It sounds beautiful,” I said wistfully.

“It is,” he admitted, his smile fading slightly. “But it’s not without its rules. Just like your world.”

We both fell silent, the unspoken truth hanging heavy between us.

Despite the divide, Felix and I found ways to share our worlds. He started bringing me small treasures from the ocean: smooth seashells in shades of lavender and cream, pieces of sea glass worn smooth by the waves, and even a tiny starfish once, carefully placed in a small jar of seawater.

“For you,” he said, holding up the jar with a proud smile.

“You saved it,” I whispered, touched by his thoughtfulness.

“Of course,” he replied. “It’s the least I can do for someone who’s given me so much.”

I blinked in surprise. “What have I given you?”

Felix glanced down, brushing a hand through his golden hair. “Your stories. Your laugh. Your flower crowns.”

At his mention of the crowns, I smiled. I’d started leaving them by the tide for him, weaving together the brightest blooms from my garden. He’d place them on his head or around his neck, wearing them like precious jewels.

“They remind me of you,” he said once, adjusting a crown of daisies and lavender. “Your magic, your light. I’d keep them forever if I could.”

But no matter how much we shared, the divide remained. There was an ache that grew with each passing day, a longing to reach across the boundary and truly be together.

One night, as the moon hung full and bright over the water, I voiced the thought that had been eating away at me.

“Do you ever wish things were different?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Felix’s gaze met mine, and I saw the answer in his eyes before he even spoke. “Every day.”

He swam closer, his tail brushing against the sand beneath the water. “But we can’t change what we are, Y/N. You belong to the land, and I belong to the sea.”

Tears pricked at my eyes, and I blinked them away quickly. “It’s not fair.”

“No,” he agreed, his voice heavy with sorrow. “It’s not.”

A storm came the next day, fierce and unrelenting. The waves crashed violently against the shore, and I spent the night huddled in my garden, worry clawing at my chest.

When the storm finally passed, I rushed to the tide, my heart racing as I searched for any sign of him

The beach was a mess. Seaweed and driftwood were scattered across the sand, and the ocean looked darker than usual, restless even as the storm had ended. I scanned the waves, my heart pounding as I searched for him.

“Felix?” I called out, my voice barely audible over the crashing waves.

There was no answer.

Panic bubbled in my chest. What if he hadn’t been able to make it through the storm? What if the ocean had pulled him too far away? I shook my head, refusing to think that way. Felix was strong. He had to be okay.

As I turned to leave, defeated, something caught my eye.

A small glass bottle lay half-buried in the sand, sealed with wax. I hurried to pick it up, wiping away the damp sand. Inside was a rolled-up piece of parchment. My hands trembled as I uncorked the bottle and carefully pulled out the note.

Y/N,

I’m sorry I couldn’t meet you last night. The storm kept me away, but I wanted to let you know I’m safe. I’ll come back to you as soon as I can. Until then, I wanted to leave you something. Look near the rock where we first met.

Felix.

I clutched the note to my chest, relief washing over me. He was okay. Without wasting a moment, I hurried to the rock he mentioned, my feet sinking into the wet sand.

There, nestled against the base of the rock, was a small bundle wrapped in seaweed. I carefully unwrapped it, revealing a collection of treasures: a large, glimmering pearl, a piece of coral shaped like a tiny tree, and a string of shells tied together like a bracelet.

My breath hitched at the sight. These weren’t just trinkets—they were pieces of his world, gifts he had chosen specifically for me.

I held the pearl in my hand, its smooth surface cool against my skin, and whispered, “Thank you, Felix.”

It was two days before I saw him again. The moment his head broke through the surface of the water, relief and joy flooded through me.

“Felix!” I called out, rushing to the tide’s edge.

He swam closer, his smile wide and genuine. “Miss me?”

“Don’t ever do that again,” I said, my voice trembling with emotion.

His smile softened. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

I held up the shell bracelet he’d left for me. “Thank you for this. For all of it.”

“It’s nothing compared to what I wish I could give you,” he said, his voice heavy with longing.

I stepped closer, the waves lapping at my feet. “You’ve already given me more than you know.”

As the weeks passed, our bond grew stronger, and so did the ache of being apart. The gifts we exchanged felt like pieces of a bridge that could never fully connect.

One evening, as the sun dipped low on the horizon, I made a decision.

“I want to try something,” I said, standing at the water’s edge.

Felix tilted his head, curiosity flickering in his eyes. “What is it?”

“I want to touch the ocean,” I said firmly, though my heart pounded with fear.

His expression darkened immediately. “Y/N, you can’t. You know what it could do to you.”

“I know,” I said, my voice trembling. “But I have to try. Just once.”

He swam closer, his brow furrowed. “I can’t let you hurt yourself for me.”

I smiled softly. “I trust you, Felix. If anything goes wrong, you’ll save me. Right?”

He stared at me for a long moment before nodding reluctantly. “Always.”

I stepped forward slowly, the cool water brushing against my toes. A strange sensation rippled through me—part exhilaration, part fear.

Felix extended his hand, his fingers just above the surface. “Come closer,” he urged gently.

I inched forward until my hand hovered above his. Slowly, carefully, I lowered it, our fingertips finally touching.

A surge of warmth rushed through me, and for a moment, it felt as if the divide between us didn’t exist. His touch was firm yet gentle, and I marveled at the way his skin felt against mine.

But the moment was fleeting. A sharp sting shot up my arm, and I gasped, pulling back quickly.

“Y/N!” Felix exclaimed, concern etched across his face.

“I’m okay,” I said, though my voice was shaky. “It just… stung a little.”

He looked at me, his eyes filled with guilt. “I shouldn’t have let you do that.”

“It was worth it,” I said softly, meeting his gaze. “Even just for a moment.”

From that day on, Felix became more determined to find ways for us to be together without risking my magic. He brought me more gifts, each one more intricate than the last. In return, I left him flowers and small jars of honey from my garden.

But no matter how much we shared, the divide between land and sea remained.

One evening, as we watched the sunset together, I asked, “Do you think we’ll ever find a way to truly be together?”

Felix was silent for a long time before answering. “I don’t know,” he admitted. “But I’ll never stop trying.”

And so, we continued to meet, defying the rules of our worlds in the only ways we could. Though the ocean would always separate us, it also connected us, its waves carrying our love like a secret song.

For now, that was enough.

[fairlyabookie]

Down Bad

Author's note: totally not inspired by ZB1's "Good So Bad" - this song is very shojo-coded fr fr...

Content: wholesome

Deuce tries to play it cool with his feelings now that he realizes how much he likes you; one minute, he’s totally fine talking to you, and the other, he’s freaking out in the inside - his mind on overdrive when he notices small details from interacting with you. He’d stumble on his words, tripping on minuscule things, earning cackles from onlookers (of course, Ace, too) 

His brain must’ve reset itself whenever he thinks of you: indescribable words drifting about his mind, the urge to declare his feelings intense yet.. Even if he could voice it out, he couldn’t express his heart properly. Words didn’t suffice, and so, he brought himself into doing small activities that would surely reciprocate his feelings to you. 

Every move he’d overthink: was this the proper way of doing things? Was he overdoing it? Much to the advice of his peers, he was on the right track, but what if [Reader] didn’t realize the meaning of his actions? What if they thought he was doing so just because they were his friend? 

Such thoughts brought dread to Deuce; he can’t absolutely mess this opportunity up! He had to ask his peers about this troubling dilemma: what would they do if they were in this situation? How would they approach this? Would they be satisfied by the results? Such differing answers from them would confuse the poor boy - maybe, just maybe, he can think of something for himself to do this. 

On a twilight-tinged sky, Deuce consults [Reader] for a moment of their time, cyan eyes conveying nothing but crystallized conviction. He was going to do what he knew best for this sort of thing, and he hoped he could do this right.  

At first, Ace feared the worst; Oh Great Seven, do I have to step up on my game? You see, his previous relationship wasn’t really all sunshine and rainbows - just teenagers being stupid and thinking love was like a fairytale. Oh no, he learned the hard way that he had to sustain this ‘love’ and make it worth his while and [Reader]’s while.

Unlike Deuce, he keeps himself tight-lipped about this; though he quite thinks that he has this reciprocity game in the bag. Yeah no, he is ditching what he did on his previous relationship. If anything, he had some lessons to learn if he wanted to make this right. 

To his defense, his first relationship was him experimenting; nothing too serious  - the other party would think otherwise. Taking his previous relationship as an example was a stupid idea - this time, [Reader] was actually a good friend rather than a stranger trying to kiss up to Ace. 

At first, Ace would try to ignore his feelings, going through his day normally as if nothing happened; yet, a different story behind closed doors. He’d search the web for answers to his stupid question about confessing to someone whom he was already close with. Much to his disappointment, the Internet was very unreliable, replying with comments to reject his friend’s confession and continue their relationship as it is. Ace knew he shouldn’t have voiced his worries on the web. 

I hope to make this relationship last long and be a better one than the last, he thinks to himself. The boy knew better than to repeat his mistakes, and he’d rather avoid doing all the cheesy crap and hang out with [Reader] as usual. Gosh, why did feelings make things so complicated?

The first thought that came to mind when he felt his heart pitter-patter: is this how love in those stories feels? He cannot make the words himself, but sure, he knew how those books would describe it: heads over heels, head on cloud nine, tunnel vision for their loved one. The young man understood what that meant. 

He is fascinated by this sensation, noticing how his heart quickened whenever he saw [Reader]’s bright smile from the corner of his eye, or when [Reader]’s laughter would ring out true whenever he was with them. Needless to say, Epel was smitten. 

Word would spread like wildfire in the Pomefiore dorm that Epel was in love, bringing to the attention of Vil and Rook, who both gave each other an understanding glance before concluding on a common understanding: Epel had truly grown up. Yet, this didn’t mean the end of their teachings. 

Vil and Rook had to make sure Epel was still consistent with his routine, straighten his posture, and instill the same composure he always did before. As much as Epel found these routines outrageously tedious, his feelings brought new resolve to him and his daily activities - he will get stronger for the sake of [Reader], to show them his best charms. 

Epel couldn’t possibly wait for the ‘perfect’ moment when he becomes a stronger mage, but rather, he wants [Reader] to be part of his journey of becoming stronger, to see him as he is as well as he sees as them as they are. 

Am I dying? Thought Sebek as he startles from his brief slumber, visions of a sweet dream with [Reader] dissipating in the darkness. Something was amiss: heart palpitations, his cheeks burning at a stray thought - even spacing out in the middle of class! How unacceptable! 

The infallible Sebek being distracted was unspeakable, and he’d reprimand himself for stooping so low to have his emotions get involved in his day-to-day life; He figured that he dealt with this ordeal himself - no troubling Malleus or Lilia about his dilemma, as if he thought he was capable enough to resolve by himself. 

Yet, it didn’t take long for Sebek to connect two and two together: the culprit of this dilemma was none other than [Reader] themselves - a profound revelation as he was captivated by them and their charms. He refused to acknowledge that he was entrapped in this web of ‘love’, withholding sentiments locked in his heart that were for his close friend to know.

As precious as these feelings are, Sebek found himself handling something akin to glass, a manifestation of time spent with [Reader] that only grew stronger and stronger until Sebek himself was bewildered by himself and his predicament. He floats in between the choices of confessing or keeping to himself, not wanting to trouble [Reader] with this emotion in case they ever had a change of heart. He comes up with an idea and hopes for the best. 

In Ramshackle Dorm, a certain individual receives letters professing their love for [Reader], attempts of poetry listed upon the heart of the letter as the letter delves into a story as to what garnered such feelings. Each letter [Reader] receives is adorably endearing, each one showing the voice of a naive individual who is confused, wanting to see [Reader] but at the same time, split between the paths of their position and their livelihood as a student. One day, [Reader] writes back, a patient response to the abundance of letters someone left behind for them to read. 

[rebelliousmuse]

Mine – S.G.

Once again, for the Sam and Colby fans.

Warning: degrading (once I think), jealousy, f!ngering, unprotected p in v (don’t).

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The day's golden light cast long shadows across the house. Inside, laughter drifted out from an open window. You peeled off your sundress, and slipped into your favourite turquoise bikini, the one that always made you feel confident. A grin spread across your face while you looked at yourself in the bathroom’s mirror, a dip in the pool sounded like the perfect way to end this summer day. Grabbing a towel, you headed downstairs. Through the open patio doors, you saw the sparkling blue expanse of the pool. Sam and Colby were already there.

You squirted a dollop of sunscreen onto your palm spreading it on your arms, the scent of coconut mingling with the warmth of Sam's touch as he began spreading it across your back. Suddenly, the sound of fabric ripping pulled your attention away. Colby stood there, muscles rippling beneath the thin cotton of his t-shirt, a playful glint in his eyes as he peeled it off, revealing the tattoos across his skin.

A small, guilty part of you couldn't help but appreciate the view. Just a fleeting glance, you assured yourself. But when Colby winked your way, a blush crept up your cheeks. Sam saw it all, the way your cheeks flushed and the slight turn of your head. His smile faltered for a moment, a flicker of jealousy crossing his features.

Then, Colby jumped into the pool. Sam's voice, rumbled lowly beside you. "Are you serious?" His hand tightened on your waist.

You turned to face him. Shame washed over you, your lips met his in a quick kiss. The tension seeped out of Sam's shoulders, replaced by a sigh.

Sam's fingers brushed your cheek as he gently tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear. But before you could lean into him, a loud voice shattered the peaceful moment. "Hey, c'mon love birds!" Colby's voice boomed from across the pool.

You dipped a tentative toe into the cool water. The fabric of your bikini clung to your curves. You eased yourself in slowly. Suddenly, you became hyperaware of the two pairs of eyes fixed on you. You bit your lip, self-conscious under their combined gaze.

Just as you reached mid-calf depth, a figure shot past you with a whoop. Sam launched himself into the pool, sending a spray of water that momentarily blinded you. You sputtered and blinked, wiping the stinging droplets from your eyes. Across the pool, you saw Colby throwing his arms up in mock defense. He grinned at you, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Before you could react further, a coordinated attack of splashing ensued. Two sets of hands sent waves of cool water crashing against you, sending out shrieks of laughter and surprise.

The laughter from your water fight echoed as the afternoon sun dipped lower in the sky, painting the pool in a warm, orange glow. You realized that twilight was approaching, and with a sigh, you decided to call it a day. Hauling yourself out of the pool, you grabbed a towel and padded towards a sun-warmed sun chair.

As you stretched out with your back to the sky, a comfortable silence descended. A few minutes later, you heard the boys exiting the pool. Sam plopped down next to you, his gaze lingering on your face (though you kept your eyes closed) and then slowly traveling down your sun-kissed body.

Suddenly, the peaceful moment shattered. Colby, with a loud bark of laughter, emerged from the pool and shook himself off like a giant, enthusiastic dog. A spray of icy water droplets rained down on your warm skin, sending a shiver and a wave of goosebumps erupting across your arms.

"Hey!" you shrieked, lifting your head and peeking at him through one squinted eye. A smile tugged at the corner of your lips, even as you playfully rolled your eyes at his antics.

Colby grinned, unfazed. "Oh yeah, you're so mad at me," he teased, his voice dripping with mock seriousness. "Roll your eyes all you want; you know you love me."

The playful words hung in the air. A smile curved your lips "I guess I do," you admitted.

But the real problem wasn't the playful affection you shared with Colby. It was the sharp pang of guilt that stabbed at your heart when you saw Sam's expression change. Here you were, uttering three precious words to his best friend, words you'd never even said to him. Five months you'd been dating, and yet those three little syllables remained stubbornly unspoken.

As the sudden change in Sam’s expression was evident, a knot of tension tightened in Colby's shoulders as he grabbed a towel and began drying himself off. Then, he announced, "I'm gonna take a shower." With one last pointed look at Sam, he disappeared back into the house.

You stole a glance at Sam, who had a serious frown. "So, you love him?" he asked.

"We were just playing," you stammered, trying to force a smile.

As if to punctuate your lie, a sharp, undeniable sting ripped across your ass cheeks. You yelped at his spank.

"Answer the question," he demanded, his voice a low growl. You opened your mouth to explain, but the words died in your throat.

"He's a good friend," you managed finally, your voice barely a whisper.

Sam scoffed. "A friend?". Just then, his hand clamped onto your wrist.

You gasped, yanked to your feet before you could react. "Come on," Sam muttered through gritted teeth. Sam didn't stop dragging you until you reached his bedroom.

The worn doorknob turned under Sam's grip. He shoved the door open with unnecessary force. Before you could react, he grabbed your wrist, he didn't ask, he ordered "Inside." His voice was a low growl. You stumbled across the threshold. The lock clicked into place with a finality that echoed in the sudden silence.

"Take it off," he commanded. You fumbled with the knot of your bikini bra. Slowly, you shed your entire bikini, feeling exposed and vulnerable under his unwavering gaze.

When you were finally bare, you instinctively covered yourself with your hands. Sam stalked towards you. His jaw clenched tight. He reached out, his fingers brushing against yours, easily prying them away from your body.

A harsh shove sent you sprawling onto the rumpled bed. You gasped as you landed on the soft mattress. He loomed over you.

"I'm gonna teach you a lesson you won't forget," he hissed. He ripped the t-shirt from his body with a violent motion.

His hands slammed against your knees. The force of it ripped a gasp from your lips as your legs were yanked apart, spread wide. He stood between them. His right hand reached your folds. You bit your lower lip so hard you tasted blood, desperately trying to stifle the whimper that threatened to escape.

The air crackled with a tension so thick it felt suffocating. You squeezed your eyes shut. A choked moan escaped your throat as Sam's fingers began a relentless exploration in your pussy. Your right hand went up, covering your mouth, avoiding the moans to be heard by Colby.

Suddenly, his touch stopped. You cracked open your eyes to see him staring at you. "Don't you dare," he growled, “I want him to hear how good I make you feel” the words laced with a possessive anger that sent shivers down your spine. He ripped your hand away from your mouth.

He slammed his fingers back between you, two more joining the first in a swift, brutal motion. Your back arching as a gasp escaped your lips.

"God, Sam, I-" you stammered, the words tumbling out in a desperate plea. "I-I need to cum".

"Yeah?" he sneered, “Too bad”. He stopped his movements abruptly, leaving you hanging, a wave of frustration crashing over you.

Sam's grip on your waist tightened. "Turn around," he commanded.

Your body obeyed on autopilot. He pushed down, not gently, but with a force that sent your face crashing against the mattress, making your ass stay up, leaving you in all fours. A choked gasp escaped your lips. Then, you heard the swish of fabric. Sam was taking his swimsuit off.

The brush of his body against yours sent a fresh jolt of desire through you. He positioned himself behind you, his hard dick brushing against your folds, making you gasp loudly.

The force of his entry took your breath away, leaving you gasping for air. It was rough, urgent, with none of the usual tenderness that marked your encounters. His hand found your hair, gripping and pulling it tightly in a way that sent a jolt through you. A sharp sting on your ass cheeks jolted you further. A choked sob escaped your lips.

The way he claimed you, the way his voice rasped with a possessiveness you hadn't heard before, sent a shiver down your spine.

His movements were frantic. Each thrust was forceful, leaving you breathless. His voice growled questions that demanded answers.

"Whose pretty slut are you?" he demanded.

The answer tumbled out, "Yours," you moaned, the words catching in your throat. Tears welled in your eyes from the pleasure he was making you feel.

He pressed on, "Who owns you?" he demanded again.

"Y-you," you stammered, the tears blurring your vision.

"Say it," he commanded in a low growl.

"I'm yours," you choked out. Your orgasm was near, you could feel the knot forming in your stomach.

He surged forward then, “That’s right” he said, his movements going impossibly faster, “Mine” he stated as you came all over his cock, your body convulsing as you released. He followed moments later, a shudder racking his body.

He got off you as he fell next to you, enveloping you in his warm embrace. His right hand held your jaw firmly, making you look him in the eyes "You're mine," he whispered against your lips before pressing them gently together in a tender kiss, letting go of your jaw.

"I love you, Sam," you finally confessed, gazing deeply into his eyes.

"I love you too, babe," he replied, his smile illuminating his face with affection.

You lingered in each other's arms for a while, until hunger pulled you both back to reality. Together, you went downstairs to the kitchen where the aroma of dinner greeted you. Colby stood by the stove, focused on cooking.

"Hey, Colby," you and Sam greeted simultaneously. Colby turned around, his expression lighting up at the sight of you.

“You know, I heard everything” said Colby with a mocking grin, making you blush hard and getting a loud laugh out of Sam.

[crazylittlejester]

what D&D class do you think the chain would all be? :)

- hero-of-the-wolf

you read my goddamn secret notes and saw the half written “which bg3 class i think all the links would be” note didnt you /j

because I’m still working on that I’m gonna answer this as what class i think they all would PLAY in D&D, if they were to all play together

Time: Listen, say what you want, but I think he’d actually get very very excited about D&D and take it so so seriously. I think he’d play a paladin and he’d get really into the lore

Warriors: For someone who’s all for team work and is used to working with an entire army at his back irl, I think in game he’d play a rogue and he’d be really really annoying about it. He’d love getting to sneak around, and I think he’d choose the thief subclass

Twilight: Ranger, or a druid but I’m leaning more towards him picking ranger

Sky: He’s here for the whimsy, he’d be a wizard for sure. And while playing he’d wear a very pointy wizard hat and the others find it hard to take him seriously

Hyrule: I think he’d pick sorcerer, he’d love the idea of getting to use magic and he’d LOVE fireball oh my god…. They have to keep telling him to pick other spells to cast. He’d play a dragonborn because he thought they were cool

Legend: Listen… listen I think he’d pick cleric, and he’d choose war domain. He’s here to be whimsical but also hit things

Wild: Druid, he’d pick it because it sounds cool and he’s not immune to being silly (he would make animal sounds with his hands cupped over his mouth the entire time. he would.)

Four: He’s the DM, but when he ISN’T he would be a silly little barbarian gnome

Wind: Warlock or fighter, it depends on his mood the day they’re picking classes