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[kazu-naito]

nikkal being the first person in a thousand years to accept him for who he is and going against tiamat for him >>>

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[yanderes-galore]

I'm so happy MLP is open because I read them roughly 50 times. Each.

Anywayyyyy

What about a rivalry between Sombra and Chrysalis rivalry??

Ohhhh, I love this idea! I'm not on the Grogar season yet so this is me mostly making comparisons with research.

Yandere! King Sombra with Pegasus! Darling

Yandere! Queen Chrysalis with Pegasus! Darling

Yandere! Queen Chrysalis vs King Sombra

Pairing: Romantic - Rivalry

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Jealousy, Manipulation, Stalking, Hypnotism, Kidnapping, Violence, Clingy behavior, Possessive behavior, Forced relationship.

This is a cool rivalry for me due to their differences in how they go about their obsession.

It's also neat because they're both enemies of the Crystal Empire in their debut.

What may make them clash is the differences in their courting/possession of their darling.

I don't have a general concept for them but ironically they both have a concept with a Pegasus darling on here so there's that-

Queen Chrysalis feeds off the love radiating from her darling.

She does anything she can to get it, even to the point of disguising as a friend or lover to get it.

She's sneaky and farms your love and adoration along with using her magic to hypnotize you into giving more.

She finds your love tastes the sweetest which makes her want even more.

She'll be any type you want if it means she gets to have a feast.

Plus her changelings keep a close eye on you.

She's possessive and replaces those around you with her hive.

She'll do anything to keep your love on her while masquerading as your lover.

Eventually she doesn't just love you for the magic, she loves you because she's addicted to you.

Then there's King Sombra... something completely different.

As you can tell his way of obsession clashes with Queen Chrysalis.

He's a pony made into shadow, a unicorn king who controls ponies through fear.

He is controlling of you through his magic and likes to make you fear him more than love him willingly.

He is the opposite of Queen Chrysalis' plan of being subtle.

How is she supposed to feed off your love if King Sombra keeps controlling you with fear to keep you to himself?

This is what makes them fight as they are both quite possessive.

They could never share as they conflict too much.

They are both manipulative and possessive, a dangerous combo when they are in a rivalry.

Queen Chrysalis no doubt tries to make you trust her more.

Are you scared of the umbral king? That's okay...

Still under the disguise of your lover she pulls you in closer, hiding you away while she feasts on your love.

Meanwhile King Sombra does whatever he can to expose Queen Chrysalis.

Scared of him? Well... you should be more scared of your lover.

They're using you... that's not even their true self.

Somehow Sombra would knock Chrysalis out of her disguise to make you run back to him.

There's no winning this scenario for you.

You don't want to pick either of them but they aren't going to give you a choice.

Eventually either Sombra will materialize and take you away or Chrysalis will send changelings to drag you back to her home.

They no doubt would fight often.

Queen Chrysalis has the advantage in numbers but King Sombra has powerful magic.

They both watch you quietly before finding time to strike.

Even if one acts first, the other will storm them soon after.

Queen Chrysalis is nearly losing it as King Sombra ruined her plan.

They both can use magic to control you but they're constantly countering each other's magic.

You're dragged between the two villains with no possible means of escape.

You can only hope the Princess of Friendship helps you...

Surely she can get rid of them and save you, right?

[akazzzaa]

Ohhhh how about this? akaza, muzan, kokushibo and douma with a reader who's parents disapproves of them dating a demon so they forcefully make reader marry someone else. but knowing these demons i bet they might rescue their lover during the ceremony, eh? adds drama and flair!

Thank you for the ask! I really enjoyed writing this!

Summary- Readers parents don't approve their child dating a demon so arranges them to marry a normal human. Demons Interrupt the wedding.

Genre- Fluff// Angst

Warnings- Forced marriage/ Death/ Blood/Gore

Muzan

Muzan Kibutsuji, the most powerful demon of them all, had fallen in love with a human who had inadvertently caught his attention. She was beautiful, kind, and possessed a heart that Muzan had never seen in any other human. They had been secretly dating, their love growing stronger with each passing day, but there was one problem: your parents disapproved of your relationship.

So they found a husband for you. One that any other woman would be glad to have.

As your wedding day approached, you where filled with dread and despair. Your love for Muzan was undeniable, and the thought of marrying another man was unbearable. You knew that you had to find a way to escape this terrible fate and reunite with Muzan.

On the day of the wedding, as the ceremony began, Muzan couldn't bear to stay away any longer. He had been watching from the shadows, hidden in plain sight, and when he saw the you walk down the aisle with tears in your eyes, he knew he had to act

Muzan burst into the wedding venue, shattering the doors and sending the guests scattering in all directions. Blood and limbs everywhere. Your parents where shocked, but there was a fierce determination in Muzan's eyes as he made his way to the altar. He grabbed your hand and pulled you away from the crowd of corpses. "Let her go!" your father shouted, trying to stop Muzan, but the demon's power was overwhelming.

Muzan held you close, his crimson eyes locked onto his. "I won't let anyone take her away from me," he declared.

With a wave of his hand, he unleashed a burst of power that sent your parents and the chosen suitor flying backward and killing them on impact. The wedding venue crumbled around you both. Both of you escaped through the chaos, leaving a trail of destruction behind.

Once you were safe, Muzan embraced you, vowing never to let anyone come between you again and forced his hand through your chest and grabbed your heart. Before you could die, he turned you into a demon.

Kokushibo

One fateful night, your parents gathered the family to reveal their decision. They had chosen a wealthy and influential human suitor for their child, intending to marry them off against their will. You where heartbroken and conflicted, had no choice but to comply with their wishes, for fear of causing them pain.

As the wedding day approached, your heart grew heavier. You knew that marrying someone else would mean giving up on love and living a life of lies.

Unknown to you, Kokushibo had been informed of the impending marriage. Determined to rescue the one he loves, Kokushibo devised a plan to save you from this forced union.

On the day of the wedding, just as the ceremony was about to begin, Kokushibo arrived to the venue. The demon's presence filled the air with an eerie tension, and the guests, horrified, began to flee in panic.

Kokushibo's cold voice cut through the chaos, "I will not allow this unholy union to take place. You, my beloved, are not meant for this human." With incredible speed and precision, he swiftly cut your fiancé in half.

With a mixture of shock and relief, you looked into Kokushibo's eyes. "Kokushibo... you came for me?"

With a soft smile, the demon reached out his hand. "I will not let anyone tear us apart. Come with me, and we will be together, no matter the odds."

Filled with emotion, you took Kokushibo's hand, and left the scene of the disrupted wedding together. Both of you had defied your family's wishes and society's norms, choosing love over tradition.

As you both disappeared into the night, your love remained as strong as ever, and kokushibo knew you would face many challenges, but you would face them together.

Douma

Douma had found an unexpected connection. His heart, once consumed by darkness, was now inexplicably drawn to you.

You had a fierce determination and a compassionate heart that could pierce through even the darkest of shadows. Your love was pure and passionate, yet tragically forbidden. Your parents couldn't bear the thought of their daughter being with someone they considered an enemy of humanity.

So your parents decided to take drastic measures. They arranged for you to be married to a young man from the village, someone they believed would provide safety and security. The news of this arranged marriage was a devastating blow to both you and Douma.

Douma's multicoloured eyes gleamed with a mix of sadness and despair. "Y/N, I won't let this happen. We'll find a way to be together, I promise."

As the days went by, you and Douma hatched a plan to escape the arranged marriage. The night before the wedding, you decided to flee, seeking refuge in a remote, hidden location where you could both live together in secrecy. But you would abandon your old life, family, and name to escape the constraints of human society.

On the fateful night, you where supposed to be dressed in you bridal attire that your parents prepared for the wedding, you escaped from your room, with Douma waiting in the shadows. You both slipped away into the night.

Akaza

In a small village a secret love story was flourishing. Akaza, a feared demon that have killed many warriors, had fallen deeply in love with you, a kind-hearted human. Your love transcended the boundaries that separated worlds, but it was a love that was hidden, cherished only in the secrecy of night.

As the months passed, your love grew stronger, and you both began making plans to be together openly. Akaza had already proven his unwavering devotion to you, and together you both believed they could overcome the prejudice and fear that kept you apart.

However, your parents remained stubborn in their opposition to the relationship. Fearing for their child's safety and the consequences of such a forbidden love, they hatched a sinister plan. One evening, while you where away, they made a deal with a wealthy family from a neighbouring village to arrange a marriage between you and their son. It was a grim decision made out of love, or so they told themselves.

Your heart shattered as you tried to protest, explaining that your heart belonged to Akaza. But your parents would not hear of it, and they were blind to the love that had blossomed between the two of you.

The arranged marriage took place, and your life would be forever changed. In your heart, you continued to yearn for Akaza, who was unaware of the tragic twist of fate that had befallen his beloved. you where forced into a loveless marriage, trapped between the love you cherished and the obligations you could not escape.

On that night, you where in your room, your husband trying to court you. Meanwhile, Akaza had returned from his mission early, sensing that something was amiss. He used his supernatural abilities to track you, and what he saw through the shadows confirmed his worst fears. He saw the ceremony outside, and you in a bedroom with a man, looking utterly devastated.

In a swift and silent motion, Akaza infiltrated the house, hidden from human sight. In the midst of the commotion, Akaza reached out to you, pulling you close to his side. He spoke with a voice that demanded respect and conveyed his unwavering love. "You will not take what is mine," he declared, his eyes burning with intensity. He covers your eyes from the view as he kills the man.

[teewritessmth]

hey tee

just got to say i love ur writing sm, but i was wondering if you could write an aj fic, im not bothered about what it is but you don’t have as many aj fics. just a thought so, you don’t have to tho.

i love ur writing and you seem so nice and genuine 💋💋

thank you

Hey hun, I apologise to all Aj lovers (including me) but ya'll will see more Aj fics on my tumblr. Tysm for the nice words :((

A Glimpse of us

Summary : Aj takes up a job as a hairstylist for an afternoon.

Warnings : None

"This woman won't stop waffling, will she?"

Aj squints at his phone, trying to understand how the woman parted her hair and sectioned it.

"Are you sure you can do it, babe?"

You furrow your brows a little, concerned that your husband might tangle up your freshly washed hair.

"Babe I gotchu don't worry at all".

With a determined stance, Aj tries copying the tutorial exactly the way it was displayed, save for a few mishaps here and their. He's braided his sister's hair before, this would've been a walk in the park for him... Unfortunately there is a big difference in tending to your sister and tending to your wife.

He could've took out two or three strands of hair outta his sister's head, he doesn't care at all. But oh boy, he is NEVER going to try that with you.

He brushed your hair with gentle hands and smoothed it nicely. In fact he googled different ways to use your hair products so he'd be able to give it his 100%.

After half an hour, you sat in front of him with two French braids, they weren't perfect but for a guy who's never done hair on someone else properly... Aj actually killed it.

You kiss his cheek in gratitude as he flashes you his cute smile, amidst all of this...a little angel walks through the door.

"Ai whatchu doin here", Aj playfully questions his daughter as he picks her up and places her on his lap. Little Aisha wraps her tiny hands around her dad and leans on his chest mumbling something you couldn't hear.

"Guys if you two keep on being this cute and play dodgeball with my heart, I'm actually going to start bawling my eyes out". You quip at the duo that sat across you.

"I want braids too".

"Aww come to mommy, love. I'll braid your pretty hair".

"No".

Aj slaps his hand over his mouth to stifle his laugh.

"Huh? Why?"

You look up at her, confused that she refused your help.

"Daddy will do it".

"Ohhhh"

You pat her head, realising that your daughter has completely transformed into daddy's princess.

"Goodness, Aj she ditched me".

You mock sigh as you hand Aj the materials leaving the two of them to gossip while you go to get yourself a glass of water.

Aj highfives her and kisses the top of her head. He sits her down on the stool and allows her to decide the type of braid she'd like.

The room fill with giggles and jokes as the father and daughter spend their afternoon with each other's comforting presence.

[itsohh]

Ghost and Price Soulmate AU

A/N: G/N reader, posted as seperate fics on ao3 with each specific tag relating.

Warnings: Angst, self-mutaliation, reference domestic abuse

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Ghost

He never believed in soul mates. Not in the matter that most people thought. Sure, they were real, sure there was someone out there destined to be ones other's match. Ghost just didn't believe it meant anything. Not really.

He of course had seen what it lead to.

His mother, destined to be with his father. They were soul mates and yet he treated her just as bad. His father loved his mother, sure, but he loved himself so much more.

So when that fated day came, that one when a bullet hit Ghost directly on his thigh, he couldn't help but be a little relieved.  The nurses had been so sympathetic, the doctors too. They hadn't been able to save the soul mark. Now replaced with a gunshot scar. A blessing in disguise. It was a weight off his shoulders.

Escaped. He had escaped destiny.

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Legs rather comfortable on Soaps lap, you hand your arm over your eyes while you quietly rest. "How'd you get this one?" He poked the scar just under your knee. If anyone else had asked, you would have given them a piece of your mind. Asking about a scar wasn't a line that everyone could cross.

"Some dude tried to go for my kneecap and missed."

"Ouch."

"Didn't even hit me hard enough to shatter my kneecaps regardless of his shit aim."

The door clicked open and you heard the quietest of footsteps enter the room. "Sergeants." Ghost.

"Hey LT, what's the sit'?"

"Price's put us all on mandatory vacation leave." Your arm lift from your face at his voice as you stared at him.

"For real?" You asked, disbelief written across your face.

"Two weeks." You heard a huff from his voice as he sat down opposite to you. There was almost a relief in his eyes. He had been working hard. Too hard.

"Well gives the pair of you a perfect amount of time for a honeymoon huh-" Soap's tease was cut off by your kick but only made him laugh harder. Your relationship with Simon wasn't a secret, not to Soap anyway.

"Alright, alright I was joking. Shite."

"Perhaps you could use that two weeks to learn how to be funny." Your eyes narrowed at him.

"You wound me." He jabbed a finger next to a scar. "Speaking of wounds, How'd you get this one?" You looked over to the exposed skin just under your shirt.

You froze for a moment and your eyes didn't go to Soaps, but to Ghosts. The pair of you had never brought up the matter at hand. Soul marks, it never seemed important. So many people so dedicated to finding that person that the world designed for them, it just didn't seem to matter for you. You loved Ghost, you didn't want to know it was because of an outside force. You loved him and nothing would change that.

"That's my soul mark."

"Damn, that's rough. Not a pretty one." Soap looked down at the nasty scar.

"No, I mean it was. Alright, so when I was a kid I was totally in love with this girl at school called Lilith."

"Oh yeah?" He raised a brow while Ghost continued to watch.

"But she had a different soul mark than mine and wouldn't even look at someone who wasn't her soul mark. She was only gonna date her soulmate."

"What happened?"

"I figured I couldn't have the same one as her but maybe she would date me if I didn't have one. Like how would she ever know if I lost it."

"So you burnt it off?" Soap looked at you with slight horror.

"Cut actually. It uh, really fucking hurt but man she was really pretty." Soap straightened his back slightly and you swallowed.

"I presume it didn't work out."

"We started dating happily and were together up until right before I joined the military. Until her actual soulmate showed up."

"Ohhhh, rough." He gave you a look of sympathy.

"At the time? Was not happy. But I think everything worked out okay." Your eyes locked onto Ghosts for a moment.

"Cute. What about this one?" Soap asked and you looked at the scar on your hand.

"Think that was when I burnt myself making an omelette." Soap barked out a laugh and you could have sworn you saw Ghost's eyes squint from a smile.

"For fucks sake, Soap!" A grumble turned into a yell and the pair of you froze at Price's voice. In all honesty, Price didn't shout like that very often, especially at one of you. Normally it was more akin to a tired sigh.

"Whaddya do this time?" You removed your legs from his lap.

"Better go find out." He jumped up and cracked his neck. "If you don't hear from me in three hours then I want stripers at my funeral." He gave you a wink and headed out the door. The fact he locked the door after him wasn't something you missed.

Silence settled between the pair of you. Eventually, Ghost spoke up. "Can I see it?" Your eyes lift up and met his. You knew exactly what he meant.

"Sure. It's just a scar now, nothing special." Ghost stood up and towered his way over to you. He replaced Soap and your feet settled on his lap. Carefully, Simon removed the mask from his face and placed it on the coffee table next to you. You watched as he bit the top of his glove and slid it off his hand for it to join his mask.

His hand gently grazed the old scar. "Do you regret it?"

"No. Not really, to be honest after things didn't work out with Lilith I didn't think I would date again."

"Why did you?" His brown eyes settled on yours while he continued to stroke the scar.

"Well, we spent what like three months skirting around each other?"

"Four."

"Mmm, I mean you're an attractive man Simon. Enough to make someone change their mind."

"You couldn't see my face."

"What can I say, I'm a sucker for tats." You grinned and he raised a brown. His curled lips betrayed him and you let out a small laugh. "Honestly blame Soap, dunno if he did the same to you but god fucking dammit was he a persistent wingman. I enjoy your company and he didn't let me forget that."

"Hmm, seems he played matchmaker for the pair of us."

"Are you really surprised? It's Soap, he loves to meddle."

"Probably why Price is ripping him a new one," Simon muttered and his eyes sent back to the scar.

"Does it bother you?" Your voice was small, quiet and concern drew across your face. "That I don't have a mark anymore. That we will never know if we were made for each other." Simon paused and then suddenly got up from the chair only adding to your uncertainty. He placed his leg on the coffee table and started to pull up his trouser leg.

Confused you watched him until he pointed to a particular scar. "See that there?"

"You got shot?" You raised a brow.

"That there's where my mark god before it was shot. Lucky bullet. Can't be upset with you an't having one if I don't have one now."

Simon let the trouser leg fall and sat back down on the couch. This time he grabbed your legs and pulled you up onto his lap. It was a swift movement that had you automatically let out a small laugh. He had that adoring look on his face. The corners of his lips all crinkled up. Now with you in arm's reach, his bare hand caressed your face. "Couldn't give a flying fuck about that shite. I'm with you because I want to be, not because some destiny bullshit tells me to. But because I choose to love you."

Price

It had been a completely innocent moment that he saw it. That mark on your torso. A cropped singlet showed it off while you played netball with your squad. A particular game that Gaz had joined. Price wasn't even supposed to be there, he was only getting Gaz. Yet he froze when he saw that mark. The one that was identical to the on his wrist. Just under his watch.

Gaz forgotten about, Price had a call he had to make.

"Look, Kate, doesn't need to be somewhere safe or dangerous just anywhere but where I am."

"John I can't just have people reassigned for no good reason. Are you trying to sabotage their career? Is this a personal thing?"

"No, fuck, I'm not trying to fuck with their career. I'll be compromised around them, it's not a problem now but it might be in the future."

"Are you in a relationship with this person? Or were you?" Kate asked and John let out a sound of slight frustration through the phone.

"They're my soul mate Kate. They don't know it but I saw it." The line went silent. John eventually heard a sigh on the other end of the line.

"I'll do what I can."

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After that phone call, John hadn't heard from you again. Despite the desire for companionship feeling deep down inside of him, he knew he did the right thing. It wasn't your fault and it wasn't his. Yet he had decided to override date, to override destiny.

Laswell never told him where she sent you. On any other day, he would have said that was for the better.

Any other day.

Gaz sprinted alongside him, guns firing about near them. "Fuck!" He could hear Gaz as the building nearby crumbled down into dust, a building they had just come from.

The pair of them were overrun and for a moment he looked at Gaz and regretted bringing him to his death. There were just too many from too many directions. With no proper cover, the pair of them were fish in a barrel. Bullets came from in front of them but not at them. By some miracle, a door opened while gunfire continued to cover them.

The door promptly shut behind them as both Gaz and Price fell to the ground in their hurried movement.

"Well, I'll be damned, long time no see Gaz." You held a hand out for him and Price watched as you pulled Gaz off the ground.

"Hey, Lieutenant! Didn't expect you to be here." Lieutenant? Price never knew you were promoted. Then again it's not like he wanted to hear about you, it was easier pretending you didn't exist.

"Yeah well, not the worst place to be at. I presume you guys are here due to the attack three days ago?"

"Affirmative on that." Price finally spoke up, he could pretend at least now that you weren't his soul mate.

"We have been here since then, then you two were running through dead man's land."

"Are you guys stuck here?" Gaz asked while you lead them over to a table with a map on top.

"Of course not. We have an underground pathway in our access. But they don't know that. They think that we are stuck here, they tried to push a could of times but Katey up in the best keeps taking them out."

"Are they hoping to starve you out then?" Gaz asked and you nodded.

"Yup in the meantime we have been setting up."

"Setting up what?" Price asked and you gave him a big grind.

"Fireworks show of course. The tunnels below here are far more extensive than everyone originally thought. It goes directly under their set up so we are going to hit the supports."

"Have it crumble from beneath them." Gaz breathed and you nodded.

"Only problem is that there's a high chance that our tunnels will collapse too, we are right on a cliff face so it's gonna be close." Your Sergent popped up next to you.

"This is Sergeant Lawyerson. Demolitions and structural expert."

"The idea is we will evacuate everyone first. " You explained.

"Speaking of, we should get to that. I onto have one set of charges left."

"Right we have to be quick then, when they realise that we don't have people at their posts they might push."

"I'll go get them in place now. Captain, Sergent do you mind looking after my men? There's a side path on the mountain we need to take, it goes from tunnel to straight cliff face. It's pretty risky but KitKat knows the way."

They both gave you a nod and started to work with the squad to leave. Yet Price's eyes lingered on you for a moment. You were a storm, not one to be trifled with. You spoke with certainty and confidence. The perfect leader for your squad. He could see the trust in their eyes.

"Lieutenant!"

"What is it, Katey?"

"Fuck, they got a tank out here!" Price watched as you froze for a moment then sprinted to the exposed gap then swore.

"Right, everyone evacuates now. KitKat eyes front."

"What about Attorney?"

"I'll get Lawyerson, the rest of you go." Price was swept up with the small crowd and followed KitKat down a tunnel. He only had a glimpse of you before you ran down a different path away from him.

"Captain, this way." KitKat had a kind smile on her face but he couldn't help but feel the pit in his stomach form. Was this a result of the bond? Or was this a gut feeling? He couldn't tell.

With Gaz in front of him, he was led through the path until he reached outside. It was an old climbing path, the bridges were old and wooden while the actual path was thin. It didn't allow for fast movement.

A few minutes later his head whipped around to see you following your Sargent. "Blow it." You commanded as the pair of you expertly hurried down the path. Far faster than everyone else had. He couldn't help but wonder how many times the pair of you had travelled it in the last few days.

"We're too close to the blast!" Price's eyes went to the entryway as more voices started to echo down.

"We can't let them reach here else everyone's dead. There's no cover here."

"We can handle some!" She protested.

"Some, not a goddamn army." You were right. She glanced at you over her shoulder then hit the detonator.

A rumble echoed it as the pair of you continued to sprint. Echos of your enemies' screams carried through the tunnel and out into the open. True to Lawyersons suspicions, the tunnels on your side had started to collapse too.

Unfortunately, not all your foes were caught. A brief area by the exit was reinforced rather well and they survived. Meanwhile, the path around you started to crumble. Gaz lit up his gun in an attempt to cover the pair of you.

Price snapped to action just in time for the wooden bridge to collapse under both you and Lawyerson. She managed to barely leap over to safety but your jump, slightly further back didn't make it.

But he caught you.

Price's hand found yours as he dove prone to the side. With one hand off the side, you dangled to his hand. "I got you." His eyes bore into yours as the pair of you tried to pull you up. Yet the wood that you used cracked under your weight and all progress was lost. Lawyerson recovered and went to help pull you up but a bullet in her leg had her cry out.

A curse left John's mouth as a gunshot hit his shoulder. They were getting lit up trying to save you. Your eyes turned to see the small group that had survived. They were aiming for the three of you.

"Let go, you need to leave." Your voice came and for the first time in a very long time. He froze.

"I'm not leaving you."

"You will die if you stay and I'll die regardless. Don't water your life like this. " He felt your hand go limp against him and he used all his strength to continue holding on.

"I can't."

"They always said you were such a level-headed man. Let go. Don't put the weight of your death on me. Lawyerson will need help with that leg of hers. Save her."

His eyes glanced at the small mark on his exposed wrist, your eyes followed him and you gave him a weak smile. John couldn't say it out loud, that he was your soul mate. A man you only knew from word of mouth.

"I already knew. Gaz showed me a picture of the pair of you, your wrist was showing." His lips parted.

"You didn't say anything."

"Love wasn't an option for me. Soulmates? That's a fantasy for civilians to have. Not us. But for what it's worth, if there was anyone worth being cosmically tied to, your a pretty damn amazing man to be it."

He shouted your name and with your free hand, you pried yourself from his grip. "Go!" So John watched as you fell, a love finished before it had even started.

[soft-girl-musings]

What do we think jake thinks about Valentine's day?

hope you had a good one!

ohhhh man, what does Jake Lockley think of Valentine's Day? It depends.

I could see him keeping busy, mostly driving around all day. He'll see couple after couple to their Valentine's plans: college sweethearts, parents taking the night off, older couples still exchanging whispers and stolen kisses like they're new in love: all kinds of lovers come and go to their festivities, morning to night. Jake keeps a cool head when he's on the clock, but sneaking a look at his backseat tugs at his heartstrings sometimes. It's sweet.

-until it's not.

Because nobody buys flowers for their cab driver. Nobody leaves a handwritten card, or serenades the middleman. Some people tip a bit more generously, but seeing couple after couple stumble into each other's arms while he drives away with an empty car can tug his heart the other way if he's not careful. Going unseen is fine the other 364 days of the year; why should today be any different?

Maybe one year he's ruminating on this reality between passengers. Maybe it's one of those hard years where he's one off-key ballad in the backseat away from kicking the next drunken couple to the curb. But the rent's due and he can't keep dipping into Marc's savings. So he stays out despite wanting to go home, turn on a sad movie, and destroy a pint of ice cream (it's only a guilty pleasure if you let it be).

Maybe this time someone enters his backseat alone. It's an unusual silence on the 14th, and Jake spies a pair of empty hands: no roses, no chocolates, no partner. And maybe this person asks him to just drive around for a while, doesn’t matter how high the meter runs because they're good for it, but please just drive. And he does. Maybe he asks how their day's been- standard smalltalk- and they laugh bitterly before unloading their Valentine's woes on their unsuspecting driver. Long story short, they can't wait for this holiday to be over.

And maybe Jake just... lets them talk. For as long as they want, because this is the first time someone has said more than their address or if he can break a $20 (he can but he won't). Maybe he turns the meter off and they stay like this for a couple of hours, taking turns with the music and airing their grievances. Jake hasn't laughed this hard on the job in... well, ever. It's a delightful change of pace.

Maybe they pull over for a cheap bite. And being face to face makes Jake reconsider his stance on meet-cute clichés. And the whole notion of "moving too fast". And making a near stranger breakfast in the morning.

Maybe Valentine's Day isn't so bad.

[shakespearean-dream]

last of the big five yall!!!!

happy late fourth of july! remember to keep boycotting, speak out and listen to palestinians, the people of congo, native americans, queer/trans people and women currently being oppressed this independence day because america fucking sucks!!! 🇺🇸🇺🇸🦅🦅🦅🔥🔥🔥

here are a couple good places to donate! please remember to do your own research and take care of each other, it’s getting scary out here.

ohhhh nimdok, where to start with you….

i have been dreading doing him because he pisses me off so bad but i actually had some decent fun with him :D. designing him and branching out farther away from his canon self was nice, but im not touching his backstory or personality really, that stays about the same for me in my head.

speaking of whichhh! like benny, i understand how the game makers had a short amount of time to fit an entire character arc of an old man undoing his deeply internalized racism/xenophobia/ableism in a singular short scenario, but unlike benny i actually somehow like his better?? nimdok had a lot more to get over (well not saying being a dickhead murderer isn’t a lot but 😭) and i enjoyed seeing him actually help out the people he would’ve previously turned in. it still feels a little hollow/unrealistic because again, he’s been like this his whole life, but considering how much AM takes him away from the group to (most likely) psychologically torture him for his actions he’s probably had a bit of a revelation.

doing his scenario was unfortunately funny at times because of the strange way we had to go about redeeming him with the golem guy😭giving him a smooch caught me off guard but ykw? i’ll take it for being able to kill mengele like immediately afterward. also speaking of whichhhh…

i would go into more detail about nimdok and mengeles relationship to give it some depth because god i love me some queers, but that is??? a real fucking guy???? a real life monster???? im less than comfortable picturing the fucker in my mind, much less giving him depth with a character who i also don’t like. like why ship ur essentially OC with a REAL LIFE N/AZI??? just another one of the reasons harlan elision creeps me out. (if that just pissed you off google search him s/a-ing 2 people, marrying a 19 year old when he was in his 40s and defending a child r/apist i really don’t feel like arguing with you. the guy was a horrible fucking person and he makes me sick, i just like this franchise.)

i cannot cough up anymore thoughts about this fella pls forgive me; these past couple days have been rough on my 3 brain cells. AM will for sure be next and after that fully rendered/decked out full bodies are in order!! so look out for that:]]]] i may also start posting some art fight things since i was just complaining about the lag a post or so ago☺️ jk ily artfight. team seafoam lets goo

ok i love u guys!!! if u have any requests for me drop a comment or an ask, and thank you so much for the continued support on my art❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ lots of links on this post but one more quick reminder to take a look at my commission page if you’d like!!! yolanda is still in the shop because they cannot figure out what’s wrong with her :(

have a good night friends 🫶

[walrus150915]

Nimona headcanons part 3 bc I'm insane (out of order and disorganized so like- be ready) and bc it's my new year gift for y'all

• Nimona mostly talks like a normal teen but sometimes she'd use words that show her real age. "Sonorous", "vapidity" n stuff like that. Her vocabulary is INSANELY huge

• Ambrosius tries not to swear so he uses a lot of silly replacements instead. "HOLY S- golly!!", "You son of a b- bishop". Like I'm sorry but he's the type of guy to say fricking instead of, yknow, the intended word. Ballister finds it endearing; Nimona finds it stupid

• Yes yes he does replace sex with lovemaking. Yes he purely refers to him and Bal going at it as "making love". Yes he's a fellow like that

• Ballister doesn't drink alcohol. I know that's implied in the movie that he drinks (although I thought he drank, like, soda?? On the other hand he is a wholeass thirty years old man who's seen some shit so I wouldn't be surprised) but idk he strikes me as a type to refuse drinking out of moral code. He doesn't eat pork for the same reasons (pushing my cultural Muslim Ballister agenda)

• Ambrosius drinks only during celebrations or parties. Not much because he's a light drinker😭 one cup and he's already lying on the floor, crying and hyperanalyzing his life

• after Nimona came back Ambrosius was not safe from her jokes. Neither of them despised each other (not after Nimona saved the whole Kingdom and not after Ambrosius proved he really isn't a jerk) but boy does Nimona make fun of him on any given occasion. Ambrosius was taken aback by this at first but then he just got used to it

• Ambrosius is being kinda petty and jealous when Ballister spends more time with Nimona than him ("Although now apparently he's got a new best friend, what's that about?!"), not in a way that'd make it unhealthy ofc but still😭. Him and Ballister were tied to the hip for like the most of their lives and now there's someone ELSE Ballister likes to hang out with? Ugh🙄

• Ambrosius had a diary when he was a teen, he didn't write much there (one or two sentences a day). Once he became an adult he kind of forgot about it but after the whole... Hunting stuff started happening he found himself writing a ton of sentences there again

• when him and Bal started dating Ambrosius had a whole page in that diary filled with "Ambrosius Boldheart" HE'S A GUY LIKE THAT OKAY

• Ambrosius likes to attack Ballister's face with quick little kisses. If he pecked his forehead he must peck his cheeks and nose and eyelids and cheekbones etc etc

• Nimona sometimes speaks in rhymes. She doesn't know how she's doing it but her tongue just does it on its own. ("Let's go dunk on the punk in the trunk")

• Ballister has actually been a year older than everyone in his class, another reason why he was the black sheep™

• Ambrosius can play the flute and the piano due to his noble upbringing he HATES whenever someone brings it up tho

• Nimona and Ballister have those nights where they recall historical facts and situations and Nimona shows her perspective of the things. "The guy claimed to be a war criminal was the biggest sweetheart in the world what are you onnn". Ballister wrecks his brain trying to understand if she's serious or not

• Ballister doesn't get a lot of the jokes, they just fly over his head. Only after some time he starts getting them, like in the middle of the night randomly going "ohhhh that's what she meant"

• first time Ambrosius and Ballister made out Ambrosius threw his hands in the air and said "yayy :D"

• Ballister's haircare routine is better than you think it is he's just casual about it. Yes he uses coconut oil like his life depends on it

• Ambrosius's complexion is leaner but Bal's is broader. So when they exchange clothes it doesn't fit because Bal's shirts are too loose on Ambrosius but also kinda short and Ambrosius's are kinda long but too tight in the shoulders for Bal. They still think it's sweet to swap their clothes sometimes

[autistic-bowlcut-swag]

Propaganda under the cut

Jeff Andonuts

-Overall characterized as pretty awkward, the kid first introduces himself by listing his flaws (including “I’m very nearsighted” among them, the silly, that’s a neutral trait!) and then saying he wished they could be friends when he literally just saved people that called him over there telepathically with the phrase “friend we never met” in there! Almost like he was rattling off a memorized script in a way and I say this in the most awww look how hard he’s trying way possible. He’s pretty implied to be nocturnal as he works during the night and his specialty is fixing busted technology. He’s very good at it too! His dad was also a scientist but their relationship is interesting? Anyway, tldr his dad was always so absorbed in his work that they hadn’t seen each other in 10 years while Jeff was at boarding school and for context, Jeff is 13. Relationship with mother unknown. Do not ask. We don’t know either. Anyway, he’s got the autistic swag in the tbh stares at you blankly way. You can’t even see his eyes in most official art, so he’s just peak -_- to me right behind Frisk Undertale. Did anyone submit them too? Maybe I will if I have the energy.

-saved my life while i was playing this game also he has guns and can make a lot of gadgets he cannot crit but also cannot miss and hes super genius

Peter

-pathetic below average guy at the beginning of the story, everyone treats him like shit. then he gets possessed by an angel and he has to go kill god. he meets two guys and he falls in love with one of them and through the power of love and friendship and gay people they save the universe and also peter kind of becomes god. anyways its never outright said that hes autistic but he very clearly is and ive never met a single person in the fandom who disagrees. his special interest is rocks and he used to have a job sorting them at the rock factory. he has a pet lizard named lizard. hes still a pretty below average guy throughout all of the god killing stuff also but hes pretty nice and his humanity single handedly changed the narrative. he had gay sex

-autism swag . he likes rocks

-OHHHH BOY. Peter Sqloint was just a dude with a lizard until the archangel of retribution Exandroth possessed him. then he met Rumi (WHO HE WILL LATER HAVE SEX WITH AND MARRY BECAUSE OF HIS AUTISTIC SWAG) and Thanatos (big robot bitch who likes the lizard and hates Gods) (they all hate gods) (they kill gods). Anyway Peter Sqloint is THE Autistic with a Bowl Cut ever :3 OH he beats exandroth in a battle in his mind after he's stabbed by Thanatos (it wasnt his fault, a god put a spell on him). He comes back though, so it's chill

[pandalexoxo]

Uhm.....an itty bitty request....subtop Francis and dombttm male reader. Where Francis is just sobbing and blubbering and begging while readers calling him a good boy and stuff but not letting him cum.....please 🙏🙏

😯😯🫵 YOU! ANON! ARE ABSOLUTELY BRILLIANNNTTT!!! OHHHH LAWDDDD!and i went over board… sorry 😭

can you imagine how tired he is after he gets off of work? he’s been dragging around gallons of glass milk jugs in the blaring heat for hours! :( no food, no water! so! as punishment, you, decide that i’d be best to take matters into your own hands 😼🤭😮‍💨

you’re not even breaking a sweat as you lay across the couch. of course you aren’t it’s a punishment after all! you’re making poor old Francis do allll of the work! but your good boy needs to learn so it’s only fair!

you can feel Francis’s legs shake against your thighs, his fingers bunched against the fabric of your shirt. his knuckles white as he stabilizes himself while hopping up and down like a basketball on your giant voluptuous cock!

his eyes are rolled back and his cheeks are flushed and the smallest bit of drool is slipping past his lips, but that’s alright because he just looks absolutely delectable! he’s so cute you could just ravish him, oh, how you wish you could take a picture and save it as your screen saver!

well, you two are married, so it doesn’t matter because you have each other for life! why take a picture when you can experience the real thing over and over and over and— what is Francis saying?

“ngh—! (M/n), b- baby, please! i- i need to cum! c- can i? i- i’ll be good—!”

you have to raise an eyebrow at that because what does he mean he’ll be good? he hasn’t eaten or drank anything! he’s ignored all your loving notes and packed lunches you’ve given him, so it’s only natural for you to punish him for wasting :(

“you’ll be good? is that so? you’ll eat what i give you and stay hydrated? you know i only want the best for you. how am i supposed to take care of my husband if he won’t take care of himself?”

the guilt must his the poor man, even in his hazy mind, oh, he loves you so much! hubby material for real! he sobs, whining as he leans down, pressing your foreheads together. the new position nearly makes him cum, if it weren’t for your fist around his cock head, ruining his orgasm. he sobs, body trembling as your eyes meet.

Francis whimpers, opening his mouth to beg for you to ‘fuck him already’! you know your husband so well, cutting him off with a gentle stroke on his cock. his head falls to your neck, your chests pressed together as his body gives up above you.

you can’t help but snicker internally, your husband has clearly tired himself out, but you aren’t done. you’ve ruined mine of his orgasms without mercy or much guilt. your fingers begin to gentle massage all over Francis’ body, giving him the false hope of being done.

you can hear him sniffle in your neck, whining about how unfair you’ve been and how tired he is and how he’ll be a good boy from now on and eat his food and drink his water. you just hum along, whispering praises and promises into his ears. you press a kiss onto his forehead, lifting up his hips.

Francis groans and sighs, believing it’s all over. he’s ready to take a shower and cuddle up to you. Francis’s eyes furrow as you take a long time, something isn’t right. why are you—?

Francis’s mouth falls open and he lets out a yelp, his nails digging into your shoulders. you let him continue to lay on top of you, deciding that you could do the work for the final round.

“mmm, fuck, fuck, Francis, baby! nghhh, soooo good, mhm, my good boy.”

Francis preens at your words, he’s your good boy! he just knew it! his hot breaths fan over your neck and his muscles begin to tense as he gets closer and closer and—!

“ngh! f- fuck! (M/n), please! please, i just need to- to cum, just once!”

Francis sobs as you’ve ruined his tenth orgasm. he went ten hours without food or water, so you’ve decided it’s fair. you lick your lips and press a soft and soothing kiss onto Francis’s forehead, cheek and lips.

“goooood boy, it’s over, we’re all done.”

you run your fingers over every inch of his skin, kneading at his sore muscles. of course you’ll really massage his muscles after you take a shower. of course you’ll finally let Francis have that one orgasm. punishment is over. it’s time to finally let him rest. after all, he’s your good boy. :P

[t0ast-ghost]

S3 EP12 (The Empath) ohhhh no. Oh no. Oh nononono no.

Aughgg:

- The three of them beaming down to a planet. What a good way to start an episode!

- Kirk protecting his ship over all

- Kirk had to watch Spock and Bones disappear. He had to watch them disappear and be left alone to call out their names in vain

- Kirk’s body left an ass imprint in the sand

- Together again! In the void!

- Showing what’s on the tricorder is so silly of them

- WHAT TGE FUCJ ARE THOSE

- “We Come—” *gets shot*

- Get hit with the gay beam. The photos don’t do it justice but I’m not taking a video because there’s flashing lights (careful showing this to your photosensitive friends!)

- Jim is so enchanted by her, it’s adorable 🥰

- THIS. This is his character. At least the part that is so often discarded. He’s not holding her hand out of a want to romance her or anything like that. He’s holding it because he wants to protect and comfort her. He’s just like this and it’s so so soft.

- Kirk calling them over as he’s just horrified and disgusted. Then Bones calling them over. Like idk I’m happy over them saying each others names, I’m in too deep

- Each of them facing what are basically their own graves

- Too good to be true. They ain’t escaping

- this

- “The prime ingredients” to what? Suffer soup?

- McCoy straight up objecting to Kirk’s sacrifice while Spock offers himself instead

- “What happened to my men!?” CALL THEM YOUR BOYFRIENDS. On another note, Kirk is so fiercely protective of them and so angry and scared that’s something has or will happen to them

- Annnnd they made him shirtless

- “We’ve already observed the intensity of your passions, and gauged your capacity to love others.” Here they are directly referring to how Kirk loves McCoy and Spock

- Spock and McCoy in da void

- McCoy begging for Gem to help Kirk because he can’t help Kirk

- This healing scene is going on for a very long time. An uncomfortable amount of time.

- Like a renaissance painting

- “Spock why do you have to get so analytical?”

- What kind of choice is that? McCoy will probably die and Spock will suffer brain damage

- “I’m a doctor, not a coal miner.” Yippee!!!

- Spock and McCoy both want to sacrifice themselves

- McCoy just fucking drugged Kirk!!!

- Spock you bitch! Don’t sacrifice yourself bbygirl

- Gem is helping McCoy. She understands. “Your action is highly unethical!” Spock shouts but McCoy can’t allow Spock to go with them

- “Why did you let him do it?” “I was convinced in the same way you were captain— by the doctors hypo.” They’re so worried about their boyfriend

- “And they keep McCoy.” Damn every alien planet wants to keep this man. I mean I get it but like.. damn

- HOLY SHIT WHAT DID THEY DO TO HIM

- he’s in so much distress

- SAVE HIM! Please! Gem save him!

- He’s holding him so gently

- “You’ve got a good bedside manner, Spock.” What. Why. Why are you flirting. Right now?!?

- Spock takes longer to leave McCoy’s side

- “Each of you was willing to give his life for the others.” Yeah! Cause they’re in love!

- Damn they’re just torturing her

- He starts coughing and Jim looks so worried that I wanna write a sick fic based on that look alone

- McCoy wakes up and immediately calls for Jim and Spock omg omg

- good point Kirk. They (the aliens) are fucking hypocrites

- forgive the horrible photo quality. They’re just little guys

- Spock is smiling here. Like you cannot deny he’s smiling here. He’s so happy that the doctor is alive and that he gets to joke with him and Jim on the bridge

A couple of busy days went by but I’ll keep posting :)

Masterpost

Episode written by Joyce Muskat

[yanderes-galore]

Hello, could I request a Platonic!Yandere (no romance) concept/scenario with Fluffy au Springbonnie/Springtrap. However, instead of the reader being human, they're a rabbit creature just like Springtrap.

Backstory could be that Springbonnie met them when the reader where recently created as a baby bunny. (For something to teach children about responsibility or something) However, things changed after the events of Golden Freddy and Springtrap. The story could be, (whichever you decide or change parts), that 1. reader, still a kit, was saved from Springtrap's massacre and taken to a different facility, returned to the old one after growing up a bit to find answers and finding Springtrap and him remembering them. Or 2. reader wasn't taken out in time and grew up in the abandoned facility, raised by Springtrap cause he remembered meeting them as Springbonnie when just born.

There aren't a lot of old stinky papa rabbit ( ´-ω-)

Ohhhh! I love this idea :D Here! This isn't part of main AU canon but I liked the idea so much I had to write it. While it is not part of main AU canon, there is a little bit of lore when it comes to the creations in this.

Lost Kit

Yandere! Platonic! Fluffy AU! Springbonnie/Springtrap Side Story (Not part of main AU canon)

Pairing: Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Overprotective behavior, Attachment issues, Murder, Blood mention, manipulation implied, Isolation, Kidnapping, Monitoring, Violence, Brief drugging mention, Experimentation, Sadism mention, Dubious companionship.

The golden rabbit's nose twitches as he watches the scientists hold the small bundle in their arms. Inside was a young rabbit, fur soft and fluffy. The sight makes the lovable Springbonnie tilt his head.

What was this?

Even when he was introduced to the smaller rabbit, only just maturing from a kit, he was still confused. His caretaker told him their name and their purpose. This rabbit was meant to get Springbonnie used to children… 

This rabbit was you.

Soon you'd mature but giving you to Springbonnie as a kit was meant to help get him used to creatures younger than him. Plus, you gave him someone else to talk to other than Fredbear. As you grew they'd monitor results.

These anthro mascots created by Afton had exceptional growth rate. Within merely months experiments would hit maturity. Which meant getting results shouldn't be too hard between you two.

Wasn't long before the results rolled in.

Springbonnie, one of their first experiments, quickly took in the small kit. Cameras recorded each development no matter how small. Instinctively, Springbonnie cared for you as though he was a father.

The rabbit quickly sang tunes and played songs for the smaller rabbit. He kept you close to his soft chest and licked you to bathe you. In response you reciprocated the affection of the older rabbit.

You quickly imprinted on the golden rabbit, seeing him as your father.

As you matured, tests and results kept rolling in. They gave you both food and tested how well you both performed. You learned quite a lot from your father.

Caretakers even caught you singing along to tunes your father sang. They caught you copying movements and behaviors. It was clear your bond was strong.

However, as you matured it was soon time to separate you two. By the time this experiment began you had hit what scientists considered “teen” age. This usually occurs a couple months in.

It was difficult to part you from the older rabbit. You showed hesitance and Springbonnie even showed uncharacteristic aggression. As a result both rabbits had to be subdued, mostly Springbonnie as you were quickly compliant.

By the time things settled you had your own room. You even had your own caretaker that you slowly began to bond with. However… Springbonnie's reaction?

Newfound aggression. Springbonnie expressed uncharacteristic anxiety and aggression when you were not in sight. Occasionally you two were allowed to visit but all visits were overseen by your caretakers.

While visits helped… Springbonnie's mood soured. His bond with the kit appeared to be too strong. Now it was nearly impossible to continue training the golden rabbit.

Springbonnie began to resent his caretaker. They had given him a kit to raise, and for what? They took them away from him?

The thought makes Springbonnie grit his teeth. After that was he just expected to continue rolling over for them? No… he won't comply… not until he has his kit back.

If he doesn't have you back… he isn't sure what he will do.

—

By the time you're fully mature is when the facility falls into chaos. By this point you know most of the story, don't you? Sirens blaring… red light swallowing the hallways… blood paints the walls… the scent of decay settles in.

All of this was caused by Springtrap's infection and Golden Freddy's jailbreak.

Springtrap, no longer the sweet golden rabbit many knew, took pleasure in the hunt. All the rage pent up from the theft of his kit made him enjoy feeding his more sadistic side. All of this continued…

Right up until he saw you again.

In the middle of the chaos stood you. Springtrap recognized that familiar scent you had. Even with blood covering your fur… it was you.

Springtrap's bloodlust calms and his eyes dilate. You looked so scared. When your eyes snap to him… you shiver.

He's different now. His scent smells more like decay than the comforting scent he had during your short youth. The familiar scent smells so drowned… It hurts your nose.

Springtrap is concerningly quick when he rushes towards you. You let out a concerned squeal when he wraps himself around you. The older decaying rabbit chitters towards you lovingly, even as you try to kick away.

Oh… he's missed you. That scent you have is comforting even now. Springtrap doesn't care that he caused most of this mess… or if you're scared.

Daddy's home to comfort you, sweet kit.

Springtrap calms once he has you. He drags you back to his familiar room before curling around you. The older rabbit nuzzles into your fur… even if you twitch away.

He loves you no matter what… he'll raise you, even in this rotting wasteland of a facility.

….

He smiles when he recognizes your familiar fur and bright eyes as he holds you in his claws. How could he forget the bright red eyes you have? It's such a shame your white fur got stained with blood. In fact, the dried blood almost looks like a brown pattern on you.

In his eyes, it only adds to you.

You still look like the beautiful kit he had before he became a bloodthirsty monster.

Don't worry, dear kit… your father will teach you all he knows just like when you were young.

[fangirleaconmigo]

Ohhhh TWN I don’t know how I’ll deal with the loss next season. The best actor on the show gone. What will I doooo.

I hope they keep Tissaia in flashbacks.

Seriously, Myanna Buring is so fucking underrated. Her vulnerability and brittleness and the way she keeps things so close to the chest but then BOOM all of her emotions are on her face in just the right moments.

The way she is anchor/antagonist/foil/deep connection/home for Yen is so important to Yen’s character. She gives Yen a past, an anchor, somewhere to belong AND something to resist or struggle against (the ideas of power etc) THE LAYERS

They made Tissaia a much more cold and callous person in the show vs the books. Book Tissaia would kill anyone who tried hurt her girls, much less would she turn them to eels. She was strict, traditional, and reserved, yes, but she loved them. She wouldn’t forget to look for them like in S3. She would never ever KILL them ffs.

But TWN Tissaia is her own thing. I think they wanted to give Yen an antagonist S1 and so they made Tissaia Like That. Yet it is the way Myanna and Anya play the characters and their chemistry that gives the credibility to the idea that they do actually love each other.

In my view their chemistry and layered relationship was bar none the most compelling relationship of S1. Her grief over Yen carries so much of the emotional weight of season 2. And the way they balance each other in S3 is just phenomenal.

Part of that is she is a great actor but also they seem to really really love each other irl and that carries over.

I’ll be curious to see what they do S4. It looks like from the trailer that Yen is leading the lodge, which is such a diversion from the books that I have no idea what they’re doing. In the books, the tension comes from Yen leaving behind all that power in favor of protecting Ciri and racing against time and Philippa to save her girl. So it’ll have to be something entirely different.

I’ll be there to find out but I think Myanna will leave a huge void.

[dangermousie]

A scene more designed to my shipper specs is hard to imagine, tbh.

Man has never been hotter to me, sorry!

The way she is crying for himmmmm

I love that he's the one consoling her for the loss of his finger.

You are totally not fine, young man!

She is such a warrior and so revenge-driven/understanding of it as a motivator - the issues she brings up are ALL how it will affect his weapon handling. It's so her.

I never thought a dude comforting a lady he can still use weapons would be so romantic but there it is.

Ohhhh, the way he looks at her.

Screaming into hands...

Honestly, what they undergo in that failed escape, platform and jail cell (and they spend a LONG time in that jail cell - months at least) is very much trauma bonding. Their relationship (romantic or even as friends) may not last forever but even after that fails, they will always have a bond nobody else will share because nobody else experienced all that stuff with them.

But also, they totally save each other, don't they? For her being saved is more physical but for him, he also only makes it through because of her instead of lying down and dying - because of her there he has someone to protect and live for, someone to rely on and share what he's going through; he'd be utterly alone otherwise but because of her he has someone in his corner and so he’s not alone. Without her, even if he'd made it (which is frankly dubious), he'd have gone dark and unhinged stratospheres faster.

[that-one-banger-of-a-rhcp-song]

M'lady chapter 2

“Ohhhh y/n!” Aidan hummed, next to their bed.

“What are you doing in my house?” y/n mumbled, still half asleep.

“Your mom let me in,” the boy beamed.

“Why?” 

“Because it’s like, ten in the A Ms?”

“Oh,” they said, suddenly aware that Aidan was kneeling, to make eye contact with them, “You don’t have to kneel, actually I need to change so like…”

“Get out?”

“Yeah, thanks” y/n asked Aidan to shut the door on his way out, and he did. They put on black skinny jeans, a white crop top that went to their waist, and a red plaid cardigan. They opened their door to find Aidan standing in the kitchen talking to their mother.

“Oh, don’t worry honey, you’re always welcome,” the woman smiled.

“I know,” He replied, “y/n has made that a little more than a lot evident!” he commented.

“Glad to see you two are getting along, as per usual,” y/n vocalized.

“Look who crawled out of their cave!” Mrs L/n said.

“Hi y/n!” Aidan smiled a smile that made y/n's heart melt, the way he squinted slightly and everyone around could see the genuine happiness on his face.

“Goodmorning!” Aidan wore a simple pair of jeans and a hoodie, his usual. The boy went in for a hug, which y/n reciprocated, this was always one of the things they thought about when the topic of dating came up, how warm Aidan’s hugs were and how sweet he was to them, how sometimes he would grab their hoodie softly to direct them away from people in the halls, how he always saved a spot for them at lunch or on the bus, how the two of them could glance at each other across the room and could tell exactly what the other was thinking, the two were always comfortable with each other, and y/n adored it.

The two pulled away from the hug, his green eyes met their e/c ones, y/n always loved the way he looked at them.

“Wanna take a walk?” The boy asked, his face tinted pink.

“Uh, yeah, sure!” they responded, also pink.

Just then, an orange tabby cat rubbed her side against Aidan's shins.

“Hi Coco!” he said, his voice suddenly a bit higher.

“Oh hiiii!” y/n cooed, their voice also higher as they picked up the usually reclusive cat, holding her out slightly, so Aidan could pet her.

“Ohh hello!” Coco leaned into his hand as he scratched her head, “You’re so adorable and sweet!” he said, his voice smooth and sweet like honey.

“Y’all! It is ten AM on a saturday, the sun is shining and there's a nice breeze, get out of my house!” Mrs, L/n exclaimed.

“But-” y/n started, “But cat!”

“But, but OUT!”

“Your mom’s kinda mean sometimes,” Aidan said after the two had passed y/n’s house.

“You shoulda seen when I told her I had a C in math,” y/n chuckled.

“Hey, uh, I heard there was a dance soon,” he started

“Oh? When is it?”

“Friday, the seventeenth of february.”

“Sounds fun, you wanna take anyone?” 

Aidan remembered the time a kid in the halls ran up to him, grabbed his shoulders and told him to pray for courage, he didn’t know why, but he really needed courage at the moment.

“Yeah, I do.”

“Oooooo” they mocked “Who won the pretty boy's heart?”

‘You, dumbass’ he wanted to yell, he thought he had made it obvious. He wanted to say he loved them, he wanted to hold their face in his hands and tell them how amazing they were, and hold them in his arms, but a strange fear gripped him and he just couldn’t ask. ‘I’ve been listening to that one smiths song too much’ he thought.

“I ain’t tellin’”

“Aw, you’re no fun!”

“How am I no fun?”

“You don’t watch south park-”

“You didn’t see what I saw!”

“Yes I did, you won’t tell me who you want to go to the dance with-”

“I don’t want things between us to change-” his words echoed around y/n’s mind, they both stopped walking, and they looked at eachother stunned.

“Why would things change between us?” y/n inquired.

“I- I” he stuttered,

“Aidan, tell me, please.” The hurt and concern was evident in their voice, and they moved closer to him.

“Not like this,” He said, shaking his head. He desperately wanted to keep walking, he wanted to ask them in some grand gesture, not like this.

“Aidan, please”

He sighed, “I wanted to ask you” the shocked look on their face made him regret everything, “But- I- I mean, if you don’t want to it’s fine, I don’t want to make you do something you don’t wan-” Y/n hugged him in the tightest embrace they could. Their hand was on his head, pushing him as close as they could, and their arm was around his waist. After a short time, he hugged back, just as tight. The hug was warm and soft, it was almost everything the both of them had ever wanted.

“How long?” Y/n spoke after so long.

“What?”

“How long have you felt this way?”

“To be honest, since a month after we started hanging out,” he admitted.

“Do you wanna be my boyfriend?”

“I’d like that,” he was glad they were still hugging, so y/n couldn’t see the awkward smile on his face. “How long have you felt this way?”

“A while” They said, pulling away and looking into his beautiful green eyes.