#okay so maybe a couple questions 😅

[sun-marie]

So question for those of y'all who are more experienced with The Forgotten Realms than I am. How do elf (specifically drow) ages work?

I've read that they don't really reach adulthood until turning 100, but is that just like a societal thing or like a mental development thing? If Ruathym (my drow) was like 94, is that making him like an elven minor, akin to a 17 year old? And is that just among drow or would that carry over to how other races see him?

[moonstruckme]

Hi 💜

I sent a request a while ago about Spencer x reader academic stress. It was absolutely perfect. Thank you so much 💗

I just read the james one about reader skipping meals (it was so sweet and lovely) and I tend to do that myself sometimes not eating anything between dinner one day to the next simply because i got busy with classes and forgot until i get a migrane or get a bit dizzy. So, I was wondering if you could do a similar prompt with Spencer and reader being busy all day with work or classes or whatever and simply forgetting to eat until a migrane / dizzy spell occurs and he finds out.

I just feel like he'd be so kind and give facts about importance of not skipping meals for brain function, while coddling, feeding and spoiling reader, maybe cooking or handfeeding too I don't know whatever works for you. Thank you 💕🌸

Sorry if i wrote too much😅

Thank you for requesting lovely (and no sorries necessary) <3

cw: mention of skipping meals, dizziness/nausea

Spencer Reid x bau!reader ♡ 1.2k words

Spencer finds you sitting down in the stairwell. You recognize him by the sound of his footsteps, lighter than Morgan’s but less clicky than JJ’s heels. Neither of you typically use the stairs, so you can only imagine that he’s come looking for you. 

“Hi,” you say to let him know you’re alive inside the tiny cavern you’ve made of your own body. You’re bent over to rest your forehead on your knees, one hand on each of your temples as you breathe slowly to steady yourself. Overall, it’s a pretty dramatic pose. And you’re definitely getting the butt of your slacks dirty on these stairs. 

Spencer’s footsteps pass you, and for half a second you think he really is just using the stairs. He stops a few steps below you. You can feel him scrutinizing the top of your head. 

“Are you okay?” he asks in that soft, careful voice of his. “You just disappeared.” 

You had sort of fled the scene. You still feel too new to the team to feel fully comfortable, and with Strauss here for the case everyone is on their best behavior, so when you’d all been walking in the hallway and a dizzy spell had nearly collapsed you into the wall, you’d dropped back from the group and stepped into the first door you saw rather than risk bringing attention to yourself. 

“I’m fine,” you say through an exhale, lifting your head from your knees. “Sorry, I just got dizzy and didn’t want to cause problems.” 

Spencer’s eyebrows bunch. He lowers into a crouch in front of you, looking up into your face. “Dizzy—do you know what caused it? Is this something that happens often?” He bypasses your rudeness in abandoning the team immediately, and the questions come almost too fast for your addled brain to keep up with. You think you need protein. Or carbs, or something. 

“Yeah—I mean no, it doesn’t happen all the time,” you say. “I just forgot to eat lunch.” 

The notch between Spencer’s brows digs in and he brushes a piece of hair behind his ear. “What happened?” 

You shrug, embarrassed. “I packed a lunch so I wouldn’t have to take a break, and then I just forgot about it. I’ve been…” you glance up at Spencer, but his eyes are too safe and open to even contemplate deceiving. “I haven’t been keeping up with my work like I should. I didn’t want to take a break, and I didn’t even remember my lunch until now.” 

“It’s on your desk?” he asks. 

You blink. “My work?”

“Your lunch.” 

“Yeah,” you say. It comes out curved like a question. 

“Okay.” He straightens, lithe limbs extending until you’re craning your neck to look up at him. “Wait here.” 

You turn, starting to protest, but Spencer sets a pacifying hand on your head as he passes. Objections acknowledged, but ignored. Following him is out of the question; just pivoting sitting down had sent your head swimming again. 

The door bangs shut after him, and a minute later he returns with your sad paper bag and a bottle of gatorade. 

“I saw you have water in here,” he says, sitting back in his place a couple steps below you, “but I thought electrolytes might help more.” He twists the cap off and hands it to you. Rather than passing you your lunch bag, he sets it in his own lap to dig through the contents. “You want your sandwich first?” 

You lower the gatorade from your mouth, wiping self-consciously under your lower lip. “Yes, please,” you say, and Spencer hands it to you. You set the gatorade down beside you. “Do we keep these in the fridge?” 

“Morgan does.” You must look as horrified as you feel, because Spencer goes on quickly, “He won’t even notice it’s gone. He likes the blue ones the least anyway.” 

You nod hesitantly, raising the bottle to your lips for another sip. “I’ll get him a replacement in case.” 

His smile is understanding, and you’re reminded that before you, Spencer was the youngest on the team. You imagine he knows how it feels to be constantly wary of getting on someone’s bad side. 

“You really don’t have to,” he says anyway. 

You take a bite of your sandwich, shrugging. “Thanks a lot for this, but you don’t have to stay here with me. Won’t we get in some kind of trouble?” 

“I think we’ll be okay here for a little while,” Spencer says. “Actually, I don’t think most people on the team even know where this door goes. None of us ever use the stairs. And they might not have noticed we’re gone yet.” 

You give him a deadpan look. “They’ll notice you’re gone.” 

He shrugs. It’s not a denial. “I don’t mind waiting with you.” 

It means more to you than it reasonably should. “Thanks,” you say quietly, and take another bite of your sandwich as an excuse to look away. 

You haven’t even polished it off yet, and Spencer’s already dipping into your bag for more. He takes the cap of a container of grapes. 

“Here, have some of these.” He holds it out, and you shove the last bite of sandwich into your mouth to take it from him. “You probably need some vitamin C,” he muses. His eyes fall to the nearly full bottle at your side. “Don’t forget to drink.” 

You almost grin, covering your full mouth with a hand as you speak. “I can’t actually do all this at once.” 

“Oh, sorry.” He looks abashed. “Take your time.” You do, swallowing before lowering your hand to give him a small smile. It’s returned. “You know, skipping meals is actually pretty dangerous.” 

Your smile fades, but Spencer holds your gaze. His eyes are gentle. 

“I know you just forgot, but low blood sugar impedes brain function. We need to be able to think clearly and quickly to do our job. So, being nourished is really important to that.” 

You nod, chastised. He taps the container of grapes, and you pop one into your mouth. 

“Are you going to tell Hotch?” you ask him quietly. 

Spencer blinks, brows twitching together. “No,” he says. “It’s not really that big of a deal, and anyway I think Hotch would just tell you the same thing. I just think it’s important for you to know.” 

You rub your lips together, bobbing your head again. “Okay, thanks.” You look at him seriously, dropping your voice into a terrible imitation of Hotch’s deep timbre. “I won’t let it happen again.” 

Spencer grins, surprised by you, and you mirror him. You’re a bit surprised by yourself too. 

“Are you feeling any better?” he asks. 

You nod automatically, not taking even the barest inventory yourself to see whether that might be true, but Spencer can obviously tell. His brown eyes search yours, scientifically probing, like they might tell him something you won’t. You’re well aware that Spencer’s a certifiable genius, and yet you’re still learning not to underestimate him. 

“We can probably go back now,” you tell him. 

His stare holds yours a minute longer. You feel pleasurably crushed under the weight of his attention. 

After a few seconds, Spencer’s expression settles into decision. “Let’s sit here for a minute,” he says. “You should finish your food. You’re owed a lunch hour anyway, no one’s ever stipulated when or where you have to take it.” 

You crack a smile. “What about you?” 

“I’m staying with you,” he says matter-of-factly. Like it’s the only option even worth considering. “I don’t want to leave you here by yourself, and it’s probably best if I take the gatorade bottle back up with us. If Morgan sees, it’ll be easier for me to take credit if I’m holding it.”

[yumeka-sxf]

Even though today's new chapter was pretty funny, it also reinforces how Damian's need to act indifferent and even hostile towards Anya stems from emotional baggage from his family - whether it's brainwashing, strict discipline, or something else, we see how he's so afraid to show even a minute trace of feelings towards a "commoner" that he has to go through hoops just to ensure no one else sees him give Anya a gift.

What could the Desmond family have instilled in him that gives him such aversion to anyone of a lower social standing? I hope we find out someday. But at the same time, this chapter also gave me the impression that Damian doesn't like having to put on this jerk act in front of everyone. He seemed annoyed and exhausted that he had to do all this just to repay a debt, a debt which no one was demanding of him. Despite all the insults he hurls, the kid has morals and dignity. So it's a shame he feels such a strong need to supress that (he and Twilight have a lot in common in that regard. Twilight is simply better at hiding his real feelings since he's an adult and has been doing it much longer).

However, Damian seems okay with showing only Anya his softer side (when no one else is looking of course). Probably because, unlike all the other Eden kids, she's not from a high-class family with whom the Desmonds have to put on airs with.

While I'm not nearly as into Damianya as Twiyor, I can appreciate them as a cute future couple when they're older, with the seeds of that future relationship slowly sprouting in the series (though nothing romantic now of course as they are only 1st graders). Endo brought back Damian's "shojo filter" in this chapter, which was at maximum strength! (Is Damian secretly a CLAMP fan? 😂)

It's only at the end of the chapter, when the debt is repaid and Damian can finally relax, that he's able to see Anya's natural cuteness, without the shojo filter (his expression here looks like one of Twilight's...they really do have a lot in common!)

What's also interesting is that, compared to some of their early confrontations, Anya never returned Damian's insults until recently, maybe around the end of the bus hijacking arc. In the beginning of the series, she seemed to not know how to act when faced with bullying and was just focused on getting Damian to be friends with her. Now she openly returns his jabs with her own.

This could be because she's confident that they're friends now, so she doesn't have to hold back and can match his insults without worry. Or maybe she's just learning how to better deal with hostility her own way? Or she's just copying his bad manners...hard to say 😅

I like how Endo brought back Damian's promise to repay Anya for the handkerchief incident. From what I've gathered reading the manga fanbook, he tries hard not to leave plot points unaddressed. Which brings me to another highlight of this chapter - mention of Melinda again!

I knew Endo wouldn't forget about her, but I've also been wondering when she would return as a prominent figure in the plot. This chapter raises the question of why she's so intent on Damian and Anya becoming friends...is it simply because Yor would like that, and she wants to be good friends with Yor? Or is there some ulterior motive behind the scenes?

Even though stories focused on the Eden kids aren't typically my favorites, I actually really enjoyed this chapter! It had the great SxF comedy I love of misunderstandings between the characters leading to hilarious moments - Emile and Ewen think Damian wants to duel Anya, Becky thinks Anya wants to spend alone time with him because she's in love, Damian just wants to give Anya the gift to clear his conscience, and Anya just wants to eat the cakes!

(I love how Endo made Anya's mouth slightly watering throughout the chapter whenever she's thinking of the cakes!)

It's hard to tell if this was just a stand-alone chapter or if it will lead to a continuation of the "plan C" thing brought up a while back. I hope it does if it means we get to learn more about Melinda and the Desmond family overall!

[anna-hawk]

Caution: contents hot

Shane Walsh x Reader

Summary: A little coffee accident has you meeting Deputy Walsh. Rating: T (for now) // WC: 1,3k Warnings: None, except that it's a totally silly plot 😅. A/N: I wrote this a couple weeks ago, and I might just write the smut to it at some point. I just felt like posting this now, since it ends on a “good” part.

Finally, after standing in line for ages, you made it out of the coffee shop with your precious hot drink in hand and headed straight for your car. You weren’t in any particular hurry, but you’d had a long day at work and wanted to enjoy that drink before driving over to the grocery store. Sitting in an overcrowded coffee shop didn’t appeal to you, however, and that’s why you chose to simply return to your car to relax in peace. 

Arriving at the car, you placed the cup on the roof and rummaged through your purse to find the keys. Meanwhile, a dark pickup pulled into the space next to yours, forcing you closer against your car as you kept searching. After finally locating the damn keys and pulling them out for a second to press the unlock button, you reached for the cup again, intending to open the driver’s door. 

And that’s when everything happened very quickly.

Since you had backed up into the parking space and the pickup had driven into its own spot the other way around, both driver’s sides ended up next to the other. The person in the pickup had just opened the door to get out, while you took a step back as you did the same, only to get inside yours. Except that this step backwards had you tripping over the person’s feet, and in your flailing while you grasped for something to hold on to to stop your fall, you let go of the cup, which went flying back. As you caught yourself on the edge of the half open door of your car, you knew where the contents of your drink had landed from the loud cry of surprise and hiss of pain coming from behind you a second later. 

Letting go of the door after regaining your balance, you whipped around to find a man in a police uniform pulling at his drenched shirt to get the fabric away from his skin. 

“Oh — Oh my God. I'm so sorry… Shit, shit, Shit. I'm so, so sorry, sir. Are — are you — are you okay?” you gasped out, worry and embarrassment making your face burn hot.

“I… kinda. I-” he grunted, before you realized how stupid your question was and kept talking. 

“No, of course you’re not fine. I just poured scalding coffee all over you… I really am so sorry. I-”

“No, yeah, I’m — shit — I'm okay,” he groaned, wincing as he pulled at the fabric over his chest.

“Really? You sure? ‘Cause — you know, you don’t really look —  shit, maybe if-”

Not thinking at all in your panic, you took a step closer to him and quickly undid three of the uniform buttons to pull the shirt away from his skin. 

“We need to see how badly you got burnt, maybe you need-” You suddenly stopped in your frantic rambling and stilled your hands as you realized what you were doing; standing in the man's space, with your hands holding his shirt wide open. 

Letting go of him as if you’d been burnt yourself and springing away from him, you lifted your wide-eyed gaze from the man’s chest and towards his face. Which didn’t help you articulate any words, either, as his features finally hit you. Not only did you shower and burn a police officer with your drink, but you also had to embarrass yourself by almost undressing an incredibly good-looking police officer. 

“I’m… so sorry,” you breathed. “I just…”

To your surprise, the man’s lips slowly pulled up into a smile. It wasn’t a mocking smile, but an amused one, which had you relaxing a tad. 

“It’s okay,” he said gently, tilting his head to one side as he ducked his face slightly to look at you curiously from under his brows. 

Your eyes fell to his chest as he did the same, and you grimaced at the reddening skin. 

“This has to be painful, though,” you mumbled, holding your hand back from reaching out again. 

He uttered a small bark of a laugh and nodded his head from side to side as he opened the shirt the rest of the way. Since your eyes were already on his chest, they instantly took in the rest of his torso without you being able to stop yourself. 

“Uh, yeah, kinda, yeah. But…” He shrugged as he trailed off.

Your eyes snapped back to his face as your neck heated again with another form of embarrassment. 

“I can go into the pharmacy and grab you, like, a cream or salve or something,” you interrupted, desperate to make it better. 

“Nah, it’s fine. I got what I need at home. Thankfully, you hit me just when I was gettin’ off my shift and not on,” he laughed. 

You cringed at the reminder. 

“I’m really sorry. I didn’t expect to be this close to you and-”

“Hey, hey, it’s alright, okay? Shit happens.” He put a hand on your arm and leaned in slightly to look you in the eyes with a sincere expression. 

“Still,” you breathed, his proximity making you slow with coming up with a reply. “I’d like to make it up to you.”

At your words, the man’s eyes slid to your lips, which had your eyes going wide again in surprise, since he deliberately brought his eyes back to yours very slowly. 

“You don’t have to,” he assured you in a low tone that had a shiver running down your spine.

“But I want to,” you insisted, swallowing at how his eyes went from your mouth to your eyes again at the statement, this time quickly. “The dry cleaning. Let me pay for it? Can’t be cheap to clean a police uniform, right?” 

The man contemplated you, as you forced yourself not to look at his gorgeous body, the dips of his hips that were visible in your peripherals calling to you. He slowly grinned and took a step towards you, which had you automatically taking a step back and colliding with your back against the side of your car. He put a hand on the roof of your car as he leaned in. 

“If you really wanna make it up to me, then how ‘bout you join me for dinner?”

It took you a second to understand his suggestion. You stared at him, surprised. Was that really happening? Was he coming on to you? Just like that, in the middle of a parking lot? After you'd injured him, no less. And you hadn't even exchanged names. 

“I have one condition,” you found yourself answering to your own shock. 

The man smiled slowly and lifted an expectant eyebrow.

“Shoot.”

“Dinner’s on me.”

He clearly hadn't expected that, since he blinked once before he grinned and began laughing. He leaned in that bit closer, which almost had him in kissing distance. “Deal.”

“Okay… good.”

He didn't move, though, which had your heart racing and your eyes going from his lips to his eyes. When he finally did pull away, he only gave you enough space to get your door open. It was as you stared at him that you saw the name tag dangling from his open shirt. 

“Be at my place in an hour… Deputy Walsh.”

You enjoyed his look of surprise, before he glanced down at the tag with a chuckle.

“Shane,” he revealed, and stared back at you expectantly, but you only got into your car with a small smile.

“The car is registered under my name,” you hinted, as you got the window down to talk to him.

Shane ran his tongue over his front teeth as he watched you with amused interest. It thrilled you to have this attention on you. Not waiting for a reply, you put your car into drive and drove out of the parking space. As you slowly made your way down the aisles of cars, you saw Shane writing something down on a notepad.

[indieyuugure]

Hey hey,

how exactly did Karai become mutated into a turtle in your version of tmnt?

Well, I haven’t really figured it all out 100% yet, but I definitely have gotten the main ideas down.

So I was kinda thinking she ends up getting mutated a little later on in the story, so maybe like a little after the Turtles get back from their space adventure or something like that.

She ends up getting mutated as like, collateral damage or something adjacent, but I definitely wanted it to be a sort of a breaking point between her and Shredder’s relationship. I’ve planned that it gets kicked off as the Shredder finds out about Karai’s relationship with Leo and so he uses her as a hostage against Splinter and the Turtles.

I think that too will help flesh out just how toxic The Shredder is. Like he has always seen Karai as a tool, and nothing more. Whereas Karai sees him as a somewhat obnoxious father, but still a father.

I’m not exactly sure where the mutagen would come in (I’m sure I’ll figure something out) but I decided that to help make sure that she is still 100% not related to the turtles, the turtle's DNA she gets merged with is actually her pet’s.

I thought it’d be kinda cute if during the time where Karai and Leo aren’t together, she gets a little pet turtle to remind her of him (since she still loves him). Most likely I figure she gets pulled out of her room while she’s playing with her little turtle and so even though Leo probably tries to save her, he doesn’t touch her so it’s only her little turtle’s DNA not Leo’s.

I think for the aftermath, there’s no way they’re all getting out of a situation like that unscathed—Karai being no exception—which also leaves sometime afterwards for them to be healing while she’s attempting to mentally heal from the fact that her father just used her as a hostage, tried to kill her and now she’s a mutant turtle.

While the turtles are pretty cool with the way they look, Karai would be pretty uncomfortable with such a drastic change like that, so I definitely wanna capitalize on that angst and growth between Leo and Karai as a couple, Leo helping her to accept who she is now.

I’ve gone back and forth on whether or not I want her to change back, and I ultimately decided no. Donnie basically explains that he is a robotics guy, not a geneticist and so he’s worried that tampering with something so complex like that would probably only cause more harm.

Okay wow, that was a lot longer of a info dump then I kinda thought it’d be 😅 have a picture of her with tekko-kagi gloves:

Good question! :]

[watchingblsnowandforever]

Hello!!! =D

This follows from Part 1

Warning: long post 😊😅

Oh you're still here 😶

Honestly, I was really liking his character right up till he said this. He was nice, friendly, and yes, a little invasive, but as long as Peem didn't mind, I was okay. But we all know how a love rival saying these words go in BLs, so when he said this, alarms went off in my head. And he continued flirting. Which is not okay. I know Peem doesn't really mind, but still. Kluen, you are a mostly decent human, but please take a rejection as it's supposed to be taken.

Also, when he says he's handsome and rich, and Peem jokes about how much he's willing to "invest", Peem says "Phum is handsome, too." No mention of his money. If Phum heard this, he'd be jumping and squealing, but it also tells us that Peem cares fuck all about how rich Phum is. Which will probably help Phum gain more confidence in this love.

Who the fuck cares. 🙂

Listen, as I said in my previous post, I'd decided to ignore the parents because they didn't deserve any attention, but when he stopped Fang from going after Phum, I was furious. That is nothing compared to what I felt in this scene. You ruined his childhood, gave him trauma that he'll never be able to fully leave behind, gave Fang trauma too, and then you dare to ask him why he doesn't talk to you? You have the audacity to keep pestering him even after he says he has something to do? And now you're ruining his adult life too. With all due respect, which is absolutely none: fuck. off.

@almayver I'm really thinking of writing that fic. 🙂

I love this friend group so much.

The moment Q says Peem is sad they all barge into his house to cheer him up, no hesitation. They don't demand to know the whys and hows (Q does, but he already knows), just settle in comfortable and loudly, and be their chaotic selves. This reminds us that despite all the flirting and cheesy lines and hugging and kissies, friendship will always be a priority for these group of friends.

And let's be honest, Peem expected Aunt Pui, and we all expected Phum. This was a very nice surprise.

All this time, Peem wasn't upset Phum was late. He was worried about Phum.

This was the scene that made me cry. We Are was supposed to be a simple romcom. WHAT IS THIS THEN.

I just- I really have nothing to say here, they said it all.

They both did what they did and are feeling what they are because they're important to each other.

Phum did it because he didn't want to ruin Peem's big day again. And Peem is upset and worried because he thinks he might not be Phum's safe space anymore.

Peem's reaction tells me that maybe he was over the moon last episode when he could provide comfort to Phum. And he's very very glad that at least with him, Phum can be himself. This incident makes him question that, which leads him to questioning their entire relationship. Phum himself said (many times in various ways) that Peem makes him feel good and warm and comfortable, and he's not lonely anymore. But... if Peem isn't that to Phum anymore, then what is he?

This is one of the best love confessions Thai BL has ever given me.

I have nothing else to say. This has already given us all enough emotional damage.

This reminds me of that textpost: "Caught giving a fuck. Embarrassing."

Love that Q has already accepted Phum hehe. You know your man is good when he's bestie-approved.

Love even more how he's giving the cold shoulder to Phum and then defending him to Peem 😭

Well he did, but apparently your ears were "muffled".

Also- love this scene.

HE SAYS IT.

I mean, I get him though, who the hell would be able to say no to Phum's "please? 🥺"

Just putting this here 'cause I happened to pause at the right moment and this scene is beautiful and very pretty. <3

I missed Matt (JJ) and his impeccable sense of humour so bad

Every group is incomplete without a Matt hehe

If I had a rupee for every time a couple kissed at this booth, I'd have two rupees, which is nothing, but it's strange it happened twice.

Another very beautiful scene. <33

He says that as if he isn't squealing and giggling inside. But. FINALLY. OUR PATIENCE HAS BEEN REWARDED, THEY'RE FINALLY DATING!!!!

OOH flower bouquet kiss hehe

Reminds me of QToey tote bag kiss

Next ep:

Portrait drawing?!!

"KHUN FAEN"??

SOFT TANFANG KISS???

HOW DO THEY EXPECT ME TO SURVIVE THIS?!!

*sigh*

Anyways, that's all for this week, see you next ep!

If you got this far, thank you so much for reading! 😊

Here, have some ice cream 🍨

My We Are posts.

[ellecdc]

Mother, serious question mainly for my own self-esteem 😮‍💨😅

How do you think the boys (any of them really) would view a partner with like all sorts of facial piercings and like rat tails in their hair and funky colors(truly best describes as a queer little gremlin lol). Cause I know Marlene and Sirius have an alt rock aesthetic (I don't think I spelled that right) but as much as I love these characters I never feel like I would have fit in with them if I was really there ya know?

Idk it's kinda stupid but just curious on you're thoughts on this. They're just so cool and I would hope they would like me enough to at least be my friend if they were real 😮‍💨😖

okay first of all, love the title queer little gremlin; let's all capitalize those letters and add them to surveys when they ask you how you identify plsss??

Here's my take:

James:

I love (and follow religiously) the headcanon that James is pansexual but I believe that expands beyond just gender identity, if that makes sense?

It doesn't matter if you're male or female or anywhere in between or beyond or both or all

and I feel like it doesn't really matter what you look like to him

I feel like he loves people for their hearts, their minds, their interests, etc

I feel like he'd maybe be worried because....those had to hurt??? you do that on purpose? doesn't it hurt terribly? his poor sweet angel????

I also see him as the type of bf who would be like "oh! are we changing colours? which one's? can I help?" and will dutifully like, adorn gloves and sit in the bathroom breathing in dye fumes and chatting away with you while the two of you talk about everything and nothing - I think he'd love spending that time with you and it would be special bonding time

(also, have you seen the James fan art with him with a nose ring??? fuck me sideways)

Sirius:

you're so right re: alt-rock aesthetic etc

I think he'd find the facial piercings awesome tbh, you might even have inspired him to get one or more of his own

I think he'd make it almost a competition of who can dress the most grunge that day hahaha - but the two of you would make quite the couple

also? you look like the kind of person his posh, prissy, stuck up parents would hate seeing him with - that's totally a bonus

I see this guy as someone who loves hair care and would be horrified at how much/often you change your hair colour and would insist on helping you/buying the more expensive products/ensure you're doing it right to save your hair from too much damage

that's the only 'problem' I see him having

Remus:

idk, I kind of see him a little bit like James tbh; looks would be a little less important to him? like he doesn't care how you express yourself in terms of style and clothes

what would be important to him is that you're kind and patient, that you're openminded and considerate of others

I mean...he's littered with scars, is he not? He doesn't exactly look "normal" (derogatory) and would probably feel very similar to what you've described; like he doesn't feel he particularly 'fits in' with his friends

I see him having like, not long hair but like a decent head of curls, and he'd totally love if you braided a few little pieces of his hair like your 'rat tails'

I think he'd find the hair fun; you'd show up one day with new colours and I could see his face lighting up like 😃 "that looks great love; so fun"

Regulus:

he's tricky because he's so posh and stuck up lmfao

BUT

people also ship bartylus and I see so much Barty fan-art somewhat similar to how you've described yourself and if Reg likes Barty - he'd certainly like you too

Barty:

as mentioned above, I could totally see him having like a green streak in his hair or something

perhaps some piercings (I think he'd get piercings down below.....), tongue piercing, nose piercing, eyebrow piercing - I feel like he'd be down for it all himself, so he wouldn't mind it on you at all either

and again, as a guy with daddy issues, he'd be a lot like Sirius and think the better chance he has at dating someone who would sooooo piss of his dad - the better!

thanks for your ask babes <3

[brotherwtf]

Age gap au question!!

Is this modern or set in a different time period?

I love this au (and everything you write) but I love you most of all bbg 🥰

okay now this is so fair because I haven't actually mentioned ANYTHING about a timeline for this so let's actually establish that 😅

okay so basically I have this set in the mid to late 80s, maybe like 85 or 86 so pre modern but post canon

this time sort of allows for the growing acceptance of queer couples (while still being a little taboo, this causes John's sort of hesitance towards his feelings for Gale), and it also allows me to throw John into the Vietnam War so he can have some trauma (tm) and it makes some sort of sense why he would be in the military

John fought in the war when he was 22 from about 1970-1973 right after he got the news about Gale's mother having gotten married and had a baby, he served as a pilot for his tour before he went back to the states

he spends those 15-ish years back in the states before he met Gale serving in the military, rising in the ranks until he reaches the status of "Major" he's at when he meets Gale

John was born in 1948 and Gale was born in 1967 (took me an embarrassing amount of time to figure that out)

adding another prong of drama where after John and Gale start dating (maybe late 86, 87), John is enlisted to fight in the Gulf war, has to leave for a whole year of fighting, insert some wild tension here

so yeah it's a kind of cheesy 80s rom com flick I got going on here... what a time what a time

[oopsiedaisiesbaby]

Micro idea/prompt: Ken Lemmons confesses his feelings for Curt Biddick to the Buckies, and his fear of being inadequate in bed since he's only been with a couple of people and he himself is only a teenager.

They agree to *ahem* teach him, but they also find his fumbling touches endearing, and he turns out to be really good at some specific things

This “cute unedited ficlet” turned out significantly longer and a smidge raunchier than I meant it to😅 I hope this fits your vision though! I also combined some previous asks that I’ll link to later when I eventually put this up on AO3! Thank you for the brain rot 🥰

Warnings: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Hair Pulling, Light Spanking, Praise Kink, Cuck Bucky (Kind of but Maybe Not Really?), Ken/Buck/Bucky

“How do you like to get fingered?”

A not so innocent question, but entirely earnest and genuine. Ken had almost felt a little guilty when he watched Buck choke on his powdered eggs at the question.

Maybe asking it in the crowded officer’s mess where dozens of other men could hear wasn’t the best idea. Ken wasn’t deterred though. He refused to feel any type of shame about trying to learn how to please an omega. Especially when the omega that would be on the receiving end of such information was Curtis Biddick.

Ken had taken longer than he would have liked to admit to his feelings for the handsome pilot, 7 years his senior. Curt’s pursuit of him had been relentless though and was eventually enough to convince Ken that it was okay to be stupid in love with the older omega.

It still didn’t solve Ken’s problem of being an inexperienced 19 year old alpha. He was no blushing virgin, but he had nothing to on Curt’s 26 years of raunchy stories of passionate, rough, wild sex.

This was the love of Ken’s life, his future mate. He just wanted to make sure he was enough for Curt.

Which brought Ken to where he was now.

In a king sized hotel bed with Buck and Bucky as Buck rode Bucky like a bull. Tears streamed down Buck’s face while Bucky used the leverage of his feet being planted on the bed to meet every roll of Buck’s hips with a thrust of his own.

Buck was wailing every time Bucky’s hip met his ass. Bucky was grunting and whimpering with each snap of his hips.

Ken was unbearably turned on.

He had never realized that two people could fuck like feral animals and still be making love. It was rough, wild, passionate. Everything Curt banged on about at nights at the pub and O-club.

However, the absolute love and devotion Buck and Bucky had for each other was evident. The way they clearly trusted each other with every fiber of their beings, the smitteness that sparked in their eyes every time their gazes connected.

This hadn’t been what he intended to happen when he’d marched into the officer’s mess and asked Buck about being fingered. It didn’t come close to what he had imagined would happen when Buck and Bucky dragged him outside and asked: “What the hell, Lemmons?”

After stuttering out his embarrassed admission that he felt inadequate and unprepared to bed Curt, Ken did not expect this when they had offered to teach him, mirth dancing across their faces. He had expected a lecture of sorts, maybe even some lewd drawings from Bucky. Ken had shown up at the hotel room door with a notebook.

Ken had not been prepared for this.

His fingers were still sticky with Buck’s slick after Bucky had demonstrated then coached him through exactly how to finger an omega. His tongue was still ripe with the taste of Buck’s pussy.

While he hadn’t been able to make Buck come with his mouth like Bucky had, or like Ken had with his ‘clever, talented’ fingers, Ken would never forget the experience. Buck’s raspy, honeyed voice crooning about how precious and eager he was. Bucky’s nasally but fond tone as he pet through Ken’s curls and told him how cute he was.

Ken would forever melt when he remembered them praising how good he was doing despite him fumbling around like a nervous virgin.

“No!��� Buck cried out, yanking Ken out of his aroused musings.

Bucky had pulled out and was rolling Buck over onto his back.

“It’s okay,” Bucky soothed, a low purr accenting his words. He brushed Buck’s sweaty hair back as he settled between his legs and started to jerk off over Buck’s prone form. “Kenny’s gonna take care of yah. Ain’t that right, Lemmons?”

A roguish smile and wink were tossed Ken’s way before Bucky’s focus went solely back to Buck.

“Now, you saw how we found a rhythm and I was still giving it to him even though Buck here was in charge?” Ken nodded, lips parted in awe as Bucky leaned down enough to wrap Buck’s dick in his fist alongside his own to Buck’s apparent delight. “Soldier?”

Ken had forgotten to verbally answer but the barked check in had him snapping to attention.

“Yes sir,” Ken answered, voice thick with arousal as he watched Buck writhe against the sheets while Bucky shuddered between his legs. The sound of Bucky working their cocks together was slick and loud.

“That’s what you wanna do when you’ve got incredible omegas like Buck and Curt,” Bucky explained, voice growing ragged. “They’ll show you what they need if you just pay attention.”

“Yes sir,” Ken agreed easily.

“We’ll always let them lead unless they ask otherwise. It’s ‘cause we love ‘em, right?” Bucky panted, the flex of his bicep was frantic. “Because they can take care of themselves, but they trust us to help them.”

Buck’s keen cut off any response Ken might have had. He watched, mouth filing with saliva as Buck’s knees snapped tight around Bucky’s hips, his head tossing back against the pillow as he came for the fourth time that evening. His rich honey scent spiked, flooding the air and making Ken’s knot ache.

Apparently, it had Bucky feeling just as turned on because he made a concerning choking noise, his muscles tensing impossibly tight. Ken’s worry was cut short as Bucky’s warm whiskey scent peaked and intertwined with Buck’s to create a smell that was both mouth watering and comforting all wrapped into one.

He saw Buck reach down between them. Bucky hissed and used the hand not already between them to pin Buck’s before leaning down and whispering to him between sweet kisses.

“Promise I’ll knot you real good later, doll.” Ken felt like he was intruding on a private moment. It was silly, he’d just watched them fuck, had participated in the foreplay, but this felt like a line. “Kenny’s gonna take care of you. He already had you squealing with his fingers and he’s so sweet and eager. You’ll love it, Gale.”

Ken flushed as Bucky rolled to the side, fist wrapped tight around his knot. He wasn’t sure if he could do this anymore.

He loved Curt with his entire being. Wanted to be the best alpha he could possibly be for him. This was a commanding officer though and said commanding officer was another commanding officer’s mate.

“Don’t got all day Lemmons,” Buck drawled drily, still a little breathless.

Bucky grinned, petting his free hand over over Buck’s sweaty hair once again. Ken swallowed thickly.

He cautiously made his way back in between Buck’s legs. His knot throbbed as his gaze landed on Buck’s come covered dick and belly. Still feeling like he was overstepping by looking, Ken shifted his gaze up to Buck’s face.

It somehow felt even more covetous.

His bite swollen lips, flushed pink cheeks, and wide sky blue eyes nearly overtaken by pupils left Ken dizzy.

“C’mon Lemmons,” Bucky encouraged next to them. “Got him all warmed up for yah and you’ve got everything you need right here.”

A knobby knuckle knocked against his forehead softly and Ken could only nod in answer.

He grabbed a hold of the base of his cock and guided the head of it towards Buck’s entrance. Buck twitched and Ken’s breath stuttered as he watched Buck’s hole clench and relax.

Ken’s eyes darted to Buck’s face worriedly and he received a warm, encouraging smile in return. Buck cupped is cheek gently, his calloused thumb stroking over it.

“Give it to me, sweetheart,” Buck commanded softly.

Ken was helpless but to obey such a direct order.

Slipping inside slow and gentle, Ken burned at Buck’s sharp inhale as he filled him. He was well aware that he wasn’t as big as Bucky, but it fueled his alpha fire to have an omega react like that to his cock.

“That’s it,” Bucky commended him, slapping the back of his shoulder playfully. “Now, let’s see if you can make him scream again or maybe even cry this time.”

Ken still didn’t have high hopes, even with the half dry tear tracks streaking down Buck’s cheeks. He was eager to try though. He gave a few experimental rolls of his hips, trying to find the right angle before trying to attempt the rough, wild pace he’d just seen Buck and Bucky accomplish together.

Bucky was so patient and quiet, letting out only the occasional pleased hum. It was sweet, Ken kind of wanted to cry himself.

“Remember how you crooked your fing-”

Buck gasped up at Ken when he followed Bucky’s reminder with his hips. Bingo.

He picked up the pace a bit, going a bit harder and faster. Ken wasn’t sure how he was supposed to treat Buck rougher than this though. He didn’t want to hurt him.

“You can go harder than that,” Buck told him, hand sweeping down to cradle Ken’s nape.

Ken bit his lip worriedly. He’d seen Bucky treat Buck much rougher than this, but they were mates. Ken would rather die than cause Buck pain. Or worse, Curt.

“They’re tough, Lemmons,” Bucky reminded him.

Which was so unbearably true, Ken was almost embarrassed by how much he had fretted. All of the omegas he knew were some of the toughest people he had ever encountered. Especially Buck and Curt.

Hell, Curt wouldn’t shut up about passionate and rough he liked it if you got him drunk enough.

With that in mind, Ken picked up the rhythm of his hips until he was fucking into Buck hard and determined like he was working on a particularly difficult engine. Buck seemed to appreciate it if the way he fought the fluttering of his lashes was any indication.

“Atta boy,” Bucky crowed, ruffling Ken’s curls.

It was probably weird to not feel threatened by another alpha touching him during sex. Ken couldn’t focus on that though.

His attention was dedicated to the way Buck’s pussy spasmed around his cock. He was enraptured by the little moans getting caught in Buck’s throat. Ken was consumed by the fire burning through his veins.

“Now, pull on his hair,” Bucky ordered.

Ken did not hesitate.

Buck keened, back arching as Ken yanked on the soft, spun gold hair. It had him snapping tight around Ken’s cock and he struggled to find oxygen for a few beats.

“S’good,” Buck groaned throatily when Ken did it again. “You’re so good Kenny.”

The fire in Ken’s belly flared at the praise. He planted his other hand in the pillow next to Buck’s face to give himself more leverage and really put his back into it. Buck moaned, shocked and delighted, his breath picking up considerably as he dropped his hand from Ken’s neck and flung it towards Bucky.

“There you go,” Bucky encouraged. “Feel how much wetter he got for you?”

He had. Ken could also smell Buck’s scent sweetening and took his eyes off of Buck’s Adonis face to see his cock thickening between their stomachs.

“Tell him how pretty he is,” Bucky ordered as he shifted on the bed next to them.

“Pr-prettiest man I-I ev-ver sssaw,” Ken mumbled breathlessly.

Ken had to be in shape to keep up and work on the big birds but fucking The Gale “Buck” Cleven was a sport in and of itself.

He hard Bucky huff a laugh at his stumbling complement before the older alpha was leaning in to steal a quick kiss from Buck. Ken’s chest ached as he watched Buck lift his head to follow Bucky’s mouth and Bucky smacked an indulgent kiss, that was mostly a grin, to Buck’s mouth.

“Hear that, doll? Lemmons thinks your prettier than Curt.” Ken rankled at the insinuation, hips reflexively snapping into Buck so hard it forced a wail out of him. He only realized he’d fallen for a trap when Bucky smirked devilishly at him. “Tell him how nice his tits are. How tight his pussy is.”

Buck groaned, shaking his head and Ken wasn’t surprised when Buck lifted his and Bucky’s conjoined hands up to his face to bury his nose against Bucky’s worst. An order was an order though.

“P-pussy’s ssso t-tight-t, feel lik-ke I c-can’t-t breathe,” Ken admitted haltingly, a little too honestly, steering clear on commenting on Buck’s chest.

It somehow felt like a step too far.

His efforts were rewarded with Buck letting out a guttural moan, knees clenching around Ken’s waist. Ken couldn’t help his appreciative whimper. He had been inside omegas before, but it had never been like this.

“Good boy, Kenny,” Bucky praised, town full of delight.

The Major’s were certifiable.

“Use your grip on his hair to start pulling him back into your thrusts,” Bucky commanded, brushing Buck’s sweaty hair back from his face.

Buck’s mouth dropped open around a wild keen, neck straining as he tossed his head back when Ken complied. He watched Buck’s lips split into what could only be described as a feral grin. Ken was not prepared for Buck to screw up purposefully tight around him like that and nearly popped his knot right then.

“Feel’s good doesn’t it?” Bucky crooned. Ken wasn’t sure if Bucky was talking to him or Buck, but they both gave answering moans, confirming just how much they loved it. “Now, slap his ass.”

Ken paused for a moment before releasing his grip form the pillow and bringing his hand down against Buck’s ass.

“Harder,” Buck demanded through gritted teeth.

Complying immediately, fire blazed through Ken at the way Buck’s lashes fluttered. How his honey scent sweetened even more.

“Know for a fact that Curt likes it harder than that, Lemmons,” Bucky goaded.

Ken brought his hand down so hard on the next slap that reverberation of it rang in his ears like a bell. He couldn’t hear Buck’s answering whine over his desperate whimpers. It was all starting to become a little too overwhelming. The fire in his veins was going to consume him.

“Can you tell how close he is?” Bucky’s question was whispered, almost reverent. Nodding, Ken took note of just how flushed Buck’s neck and chest had gotten, how his honey scent had crested and seemed to blanket all three of them. “Touch his dick.”

With that final order, Bucky pulled Buck into a filthy kiss. Buck moaned helplessly into it as Bucky fucked his tongue into his mouth in time with the rhythm of Ken’s hips and his fist around Buck’s cock. It had Buck snapping so tight around him, Ken forgot how to breathe for a moment.

“Don’t knot,” Bucky reminded him before licking back into Buck’s mouth.

Buck groaned, back arching impossibly as he screwed up so tight around Ken the fire inside of him caught. A sudden liquid warmth coated Ken’s hand and just as he felt the roaring of the fire peak, he pulled out and used that same hand to wrap around his popping knot.

He watched in awe as come spilled all over Buck’s pussy and softening cock, mixing with the spend that was already there. Ken’s ripe fig scent mixed intoxicatingly with the Majors’ honey whiskey notes. Ken wanted to feel embarrassed by how pitchy his whimpers went as he felt like he burned alive.

Collapsing on top of Buck, Ken allowed himself to be maneuvered to the side. A strong hand cradled the back of his head, pushing his face against Buck’s chest until the roar of the fire in his ears dampened enough to hear a comforting coo vibrating under his cheek.

Never, in a million years, did Ken think Buck would be the type to give in to such an omega instinct. He felt so overwhelmed in that moment thought that he was nothing but grateful for it.

“Well done, Kenny,” Bucky crowed, slapping Ken’s shoulder gently.

“Such a good boy,” Buck agreed, his fingers carding through Ken’s hair.

Ken couldn’t help but to preen.

“You fuck Curt like that,” Bucky mused. “I bet he’ll be begging for you to mate him the first time.”

Bucky was entirely correct.

Ken, of course, complied.

Afterwards, when Curt and Ken were basking in the afterglow, Curt swore when Ken fucked him he had:

“Heard angels singing.”

[a-roguish-gambit]

((X-MEN 97 SPOILERS AHEAD FOR ANYONE BEHIND))

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So, this is hypothetically speaking, if Gambit gets brought back next season, especially if we go the Deathbit route first...

Am I evil if I want his second shot at life to be fuel for some real Romy angst?

Like, Rogue's all set to be a couple now that she has him back. But Remy is being distant and keeps brushing her off. When they finally talk it out, he admits the whole love triangle with Magneto kind of made him question what he is to her, and if it's even worth it to pursue her after all that. He doesn't hate or resent her or anything, but he's unsure how exactly he feels about her and wants to just be teammates for now. (Bear in mind, his final memory of Rogue was her seemingly choosing Magneto over him. Gonna be hard to shake that image.)

Sad as this is, Remy's off behavior doesn't stop here. For starters, he hasn't called himself Gambit since he got brought back.

He's also a lot less coordinated with his cards. He can barely shuffle them.

He's not as flirty or snarky anymore. In fact, he hardly talks to anyone anymore.

Lastly, he isn't cooking like he used to. When he does, it's just instant or frozen food. He doesn't even bother with seasoning or add-ons.

It takes the others to realize all this because it's not immediately apparent, since Remy hasn't exactly been drawing attention to himself. (Which in and of itself should be a red flag.)

Basically, Remy is not okay mentally. Dying and being brought back rattled him, and he has no idea how to deal with it aside from coasting along like nothing's wrong.

This could be a gateway for him to reconnect with Rogue when she gets him to finally admit to himself that he's not okay and needs help. (And maybe this could lead to him getting a cat as emotional support.)

I dunno, just been thinking of angsty ideas today. 😅 Is this too evil?

Sorry this took so long to get to. Nah this ain't evil at all. There is definitely stuff that needs to be addressed between them, cuz there was some unhealthy stuff going on there with that whole love triangle thing. Not putting blame on anyone but clearly Gambit had some serious heartbreak from that considering the first thing he does after pseudo breaking up with Rogue is intentionally die in a heroic sacrifice....

Like, he weighed the odds of dying there and did not care if he did or not. At the very least his self worth was at a very low point.

Unless him coming back is going to immediately come with Rogue apologizing for everything and assuring him of her feelings for him dude it's probably going to have some depression. I mean he's still probably going to have some depression for whatever he does as death bit probably going to feel really unworthy of her, and personally.i would like to see them talk stuff out and heal. Both of them. Because rogue was a victim of magneto first. They both need to heal together.

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Hi Zoey! How are you? I know you are a Tech girl and so am I. I thought maybe you can give us Tech girls some fun and fluff? Any scenario you want. I'm aware that you work a lot these days and don't have much time for writing anymore, and you are still drowning in requests, but maybe some self indulging Tech Fluff makes your day? Maybe something related to any holidays coming up around the time you get to read this? Take care of yourself, don't let anybody or anything get you down 💕

Aloha!

You know, this requests dates back to July, and Halloween is coming up. Not sure if I should laugh or cry about that 😅 And yeah, it's still the same. I'm sorry I'm so late with this!

Okay, that's actually really sweat, some Halloween themed Tech Fluff 🧡 Thanks for this request 😊🧡

Tech x Fem!Reader One-Shot - A First Date With Tech On Halloween

First Date/Shy Tech/Fluff/Slightly Suggestive/Shy Idiots In Love

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Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

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>Master List<

He flinches as a hand lands heavily on his shoulder. Tech sighs softly and turns to face the owner of the hand. "Crosshair," Tech says, more or less surprised, pushing his goggles up the bridge of his nose with his index finger. "What are you wearing?" asks Crosshair who critically furrows his brows and gives his brother a questioning look. "A costume," Tech says matter-of-factly. "Yeah, I can see that, but why? Isn't tonight your first date with that chick you've had the hots for over months?" Tech looks at the Sniper and shakes his head, "Hots for her? I wouldn't call it that." Crosshair smirks, "What do you call it then?" Tech shrugs and says, "I admire her. I like her, her smile, the way she talks, her good heart." Crosshair laughs softly and says, "Oh, so you just so sneakily stole her shirt when we were all together at the beach, and regularly smelling it, hiding it under your pillow, because you totally just like her to a normal degree?" Tech freezes, blinks several times. He's an incredibly bad liar and when he answers his voice is way too high. "I don't know what you mean" Crosshair snickers. "Sure. Anyway," he says, pointing at Tech's outfit, "That still doesn't explain the costume"

Tech wears a black suit, cape and leather gloves, in his mouth a perfectly fitted, homemade set of fangs. "It's Halloween, when we were talking about it the other day she said she loves Halloween, the costumes, decorations, scary movies, well everything that goes with it." "And you're going as a vampire?" asks Crosshair critically. Tech smirks with one of the fangs briefly showing. "Not just any vampire," Tech says with a gloved, raised finger, "Dracula, the most powerful of all vampires." Crosshair crosses his slender arms in front of his chest and raises his brows. "Is there any particular reason for this choice?" Tech smiles dreamily and says, "The myth of the vampire is probably the most romanticized, I just hope she likes it." Crosshair laughs softly and says, "I think you mean sexualized." Techs ears turn red as he replies, "No, I didn't mean that at all" "Of course not" the Sniper replies sarcastically, shoving a couple of condoms into Tech's jacket pocket, "Anyway, just in case" Tech frowns, getting hot and cold. The thought alone makes him super nervous. He takes the condoms back out of his pocket and puts them on the shelf next to the sink. "I'm definitely not going to need these on a first date". Crosshair picks up the condoms and says, "Definitely not with that attitude. Either way, I wouldn't rule anything out if I were you, Dracula" and puts them back in Techs pocket again.

But Tech takes them out again and puts them back on the rack. "Don't do that. She's a decent woman, and I want to do this all right. No condoms on the first date," he grumbles, adjusting his goggles again. Crosshair rolls his eyes and says, "Let me guess, you've been reading another one of those guides that you're sticking to now?" Tech's ears turn red again, and he asks defiantly, "So what? I lack experience, what's wrong with getting some tips and information?" Crosshair grabs him by the shoulders and says emphatically, "Get it from me, not from the holonet" Tech sighs and says, "No offense, but your acquaintances rarely last longer than a weekend." "Because that's what I want," the Sniper grumbles. Tech sighs, "But I want... something real, lasting, something genuine, not a short adventure" Crosshair smiles and says, "She must be something special if she can coax uptight Tech out of his hiding place" Tech says indignantly, "I'm not uptight.... just a little shy and maybe a little picky" "And insecure, shy as a little baby and a virgin and-" Tech interrupts him angrily, "Stop it! You're making me more nervous than I already am!" Crosshair smiles mildly and says softly, "Sorry. Don't worry about it, you'll be fine, I'm sure the date will be great"

"You really think so?" asks Tech uncertainly, tugging at his clothes. "Yes, but only if you're on time for the date." Tech looks at his watch, startled. "Oh my gosh, I have to go!"

When Tech rings your doorbell, and you open the door for him, he looks breathless, as if he's been sprinting. He's a minute early, so he's not really late. You look him up and down. He looks great, his slender body in the black suit and cape. As he smiles at you, you also see the fangs. "What is this handsome vampire doing at my door?", you ask, playfully dramatic. You see his ears turn red and his smile widen a little. Then he shows his fangs for a second and says just as dramatically, "I came to have a taste of the supposedly sweetest blood there is, the blood of an angel"

You both chuckle and blush a little, while Tech nervously rubs the back of his neck.

Tech eyes you and your costume and smiles. "You look great," he says softly, "Very in character for you."

You wear a delicate white dress, little angel wings and a halo made of wire and gold foil. You have long thought about how you should dress up. Finally, you decided that you wanted to appear lovely and unobtrusive and chose this costume. "Thank you," you say, smiling broadly.

Tech wants to give you something.

At first, you think he's holding out a bouquet of flowers, but it's a lot of different Halloween candy, creatively arranged into a colorful bouquet that just looks like a bouquet of flowers. "Clever," you say delightedly, and accept the present with a smile on your face. "What a lovely idea!" Tech straightens, proud and pleased that both his costume and his token are well received by you. He enters the apartment after you invite him in. Your apartment is relatively dark, lit only by many small jack-o'-lanterns and a string of skeleton lights that snakes along the ceiling throughout the apartment. The whole apartment is decorated and the smell of a wonderful pumpkin soup wafts in from the kitchen. He follows you and can hardly believe his luck, his heart beating up to his neck as you grab his hand and gently pull him with you into the kitchen. You eat the soup together by candlelight and keep smiling at each other. Tech is unaccustomed to silence, but he smiles much more than usual, and your heart melts every time he shyly avoids your gaze only to look back at you. "This is delicious," he says, enthusiastically agreeing to a second serving. After dinner, you go into the living room where there are already two plates of cookies you baked yourself, in the shape of Halloween pumpkins with orange icing and in the shape of ghosts with white icing. Tech looks at your movie collection in amazement, you have tons of them on Holodisc, a huge shelf of them, most of them scary and horror movies from 'family friendly 'barely legally available'.

"You're really into Halloween and scary movies," he says with a smirk. "Do you want to pick the first movie?" you ask him. Tech spreads his arms and says, "If you'll bear with me, I'd love to. This is a huge collection, I'll have to take a closer look." Of course, he has his holopad with him and uses it to help him choose. He chooses an older film with practical effects. And during the movie, dear Tech slowly wakes up from his shy silence. He enthusiastically explains how most of the effects work and even bravely puts an arm around your shoulders when you get startled during one scene, not knowing you just played the scared girl. As Tech gestures wildly with his free arm to explain things, something falls out of his pocket and onto the floor. You both bend down and grab it at the same time. Three condoms. Tech's eyes are suddenly huge behind his goggles as you look at him. "Condoms?" you ask, surprised. "They're not mine," Tech blurts out in near panic. "You carry around other people's condoms?" you ask, raising an eyebrow in amusement. Tech hastily straightens up and puts the condoms back in his jacket pocket.

"Crosshair," he mumbles to himself, looks at you and says, "My brother must have slipped these into my pocket when I didn't notice. They're really not mine. I didn't have any ulterior motives, I promise. Except for the arm around your shoulders and maybe a chaste goodnight kiss, later." You smile, suppressing a grin. He was adorably cute looking at you, so nervous and shy. "Okay." "Okay?" he asks softly. " That means I believe you, Tech." He smiles in relief, leans back again and gently puts his arm around your shoulder once more. "Are you okay?" you ask quietly. "Of course, everything's fine," he says hastily, tightening his shoulders. A little calmer he adds, "You know, I want to do this right, our date, that thing between us. I'm not interested in rushing into anything or having a fleeting adventure." You lean against him and put your arms around him, whereupon he lets out a shaky breath.

He suddenly laughs softly, as if getting rid of some nervous tension. "I like that," you say quietly, leaning against his chest. "Very good," Tech says contentedly, "Then nothing can get in the way of that good night kiss later." You grin to yourself and say softly, "Perhaps even two kisses?". Tech clears his throat and says just as softly, "That's not really customary as far as I know, but we could make an exception"

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[jcollinswrites]

JC!!!!!!!

I loved the update ommmg. I love how different the route is. Your variations are beautiful. From MCs sister to choosing if we were married before. I adored it.

I died of embarrassment at spilling the wine because bruhhhhh. I also just loved the description of MC telling them everything wrong with the security in the palace. It made me alil smug for my MC 😍

I hate the stupid creepy priest! Death to his dumbass 💀😭

I have a question tho. So seeing as we can choose our sexuality. How are same sex couples viewed in the kingdom? Should i expect some bullshit from people? And also how would that apply to the King especially. It's a two part question.

1. Could they marry someone of the same gender? Especially when it comes to shit like carrying on bloodlines being so important to nobles 😒 or would he have to take on a concubine 🙄 imagine your husband going to go sleep with some random chick while you wait for him to come back. Kill me please 😭😭😭

But i know that's how some things just are.

2. How would they react to an MC on the thief background especially romancing the king. Bet the nobles would loooooovvveeeeee that!

Okay I'm so sorry for this longass message 🫣🫣🫣

Oh you read it! ^^ I was awaiting your comment with bated breath O.O (lol jk..... or am I? o.o)

I put some variations in the code that are unique to every origin :D For example the noble has the widower variable, the thief has the option to have higher dreams in life, the captain will be able to decide if they are a war veteran, and I haven't decided the priest yet (:

Now I'm gonna go on a huge ramble about the marriage/sexuality, so I'll put it under a wrap 😅 You don't have to read it unless you are interested lol cuz it's gonna be looong... (consider yourself warned)

Okay, so according to my knowledge, in Ancient Egypt, married life and sexuality in general was a bit of a taboo in public. You could do whatever you wanted, at home, in private. We have a lot of documents from that time that describe that couples were actually very affectionate towards each other and had a healthy sex life, but they didn't really make it a big deal in public. (unless you were gossiping with your bff maybe)

Marriage wasn't a very official thing either, like it is now. They didn't really have weddings. When the bride moved in with the groom, they signed a contract, and bang, they were considered married. Anyone could get a divorce too. The most popular reason was infertility or cheating, but women could initiate divorce as well based on whatever reason.

Now, a lot of historians in the past (and even today) would look at an ancient document describing f.ex. "two women living together with a child and a cat", and they would go 'aww they must have been such good friends'. Like...... you know....? Friends. Riiiight...

On that note, no, people in the story won't give you crap about it because it always happened, in every age, we just nowadays tend to make it into this huge deal, as if everything other than heterosexuality has just been invented yesterday. A lot of ancient societies were so much more accepting than we are today. (just think of the Greek or Romans)

The carrying on the bloodline thing is an interesting question. There is a funny debate between historians about Ramesses II's children. Because according to original sources, he had around a hundred. They all had the title 'prince' or 'princess', and others like 'Beloved Son of the King', 'Beloved Daughter' and stuff like that. Most historians think that proves that they were all biological children. Others say he might have just adopted a lot of kids and gave them the title. We can't know for certain which one is true. It could be a mix.

In my not-expert opinion, if Egyptians accepted divorce and stuff, they probably accepted full-on adoption as well. Even as an 'official' way to continue a bloodline. Nobles could have one official wife, plus keep concubines if they wished (IF they wished, they didn't necessarily do it), then the couple had the option to 'adopt' any kid from a concubine and raise them as their own. We also know for certain that an heir didn't have to be even related to the king to inherit the throne. This didn't happen often, but it happened. (Ramesses I was just a friend of the previous king f.ex.)

This problem won't come up with Narmer though because he already has an adult child. And the noble MC is a thirdborn, their older siblings all have children, so the bloodline is already secured. Captain MC has two mothers, living together, like "very good friends" *wink wink*. Priest MC is an orphan.

For your second question, most of the story is going to take place on the road, sort of like a quest thing, and by the time MC & Co. come back to Thebes, MC won't be a 'nobody' anymore. I planned lots of different endings based on your previous choices, but rest assured, even if you play a thief origin, you can have a happy ending with Narmer. If you play a woman, he could even make you Queen Consort. For a guy or non-binary MC, he'll give you some bullshit title named 'Beloved Companion' or something and be done with it.

Sorry for the awfully long answer lol this is a subject I'm passionate about 😅 Thanks for reading and please continue to send messages! ^^

[agendabymooner]

the paddock’s lucky husband ! toto w. x ofc (hearth sister!ofc)

summary: toto wolff is a lucky man amongst other things. OR a series of tweets and clips in which tilly wolff discussed her husband and their three kids.

content warning: fictional wolff kids, tweets + video clips, use of explicit language, fluff, mentions of pregnancy, dad!Toto, established relationship, toto’s older kids being cool asf (idk their social media handles)

note: what is sleep? enjoy xx

masterlist

liked by lewishamilton, danielricciardo, loricciardo

danielricciardo i like how you didn’t post anything for a whole year since last year’s canadian gp and come back with a brand new toddler liked by tillywolff

tillywolff delmo’s grown too fast okay 🥲

danielricciardo he’s no longer allowed to 😭

user1 idk what i love the most: a year old adelmo being taught how to skate by toto or toto sleeping while adelmo’s awake

user2 you would think that tia and soren are twins just looking at the second last picture

user3 i’ve been promptly fed with toto’s back. thank you tilly 🫶

user4 girl 😅 that’s her husband

ben.wolff tia must have missed her brother ben 🥲 liked by tillywolff

tillywolff if by that you mean causing chaos in your dad’s office then yes 😂 they’re looking forward to seeing you and rosawolff 😉

rosawolff i would really prefer not to make a mess in papa’s office, thank you very much :)

rosawolff look at addie and ren :((( i miss those little stinkers liked by tillywolff

tillywolff ren’s been wondering where you’ve been so maybe this is a chance to spend some time with them!!!

lewishamilton ugh elmo’s so big now 😩 how’s lottie supposed to play with him? liked by tillywolff

tillywolff delmo doesn’t like to roughhouse don’t worry 😅

user5 tilly, baby, your child is tall like his dad 😀

TILLY WOLFF’S PREGNANCY GLOW MAKES A COME BACK AT THE 2022 MET GALA by vogue

[1st image: emma: you look like you came from a minimalist renaissance painting, might i add. tilly: thank you! you look amazing yourself. who're you wearing? e: i should be asking that question but louis vuitton and cartier. you? t: christian siriano. he did all of this on friday which i'm grateful for.]

[2nd: e: your husband, toto- he would normally attend the gala with you, right? t: yes. he actually couldn't right now because he's in miami with the kids in preparation for the grand prix. he was insisting that he should come along but i kept giving him the outline of his job roles that he can't skip out on.]

[3rd: e: he's just being a husband, if you think of it. t: yes but he's a husband who also happens to have a racing team that are hoping to contend for the world constructors championship. e: what did he say when you told him he couldn't go? t: he was rather cranky. he wasn't the typical toto who would radiate this intense energy. he was just upset i couldn't allow him to go.]

[4th: t: i'm a couple weeks away from surpassing my first trimester, and he doesn't seem to think i'd do perfectly fine on my own especially if he's away and we're not at home. he's still worried i would trip and everything as if i hadn't worn heels back when i was pregnant with soren and tia. e: you must be some sort of superwoman if you could do that while pregnant!]

[5th: t: i worked hard on it. sometimes mary janes wouldn't do my job outfit any justice and there'd be a pair of kitten heels calling for me. e: how did your poor feet feel? t: swollen. i cried after realizing i can't wear them unless i get a bigger size. but it's not anything that i couldn't get. it's mostly just toto that i have to deal with whenever he sees me slipping on some heels.]

[6th: e: who would have thought that the big bad wolff could feel the discomfort of a pregnant woman by simply looking at her? t: *laughs* he's an empath of some sort. i don't know. i've been with him for almost a decade and one of things that l've learned is that he's quite observant and wouldn't budge unless you admit that he was right about what he saw.]

Q&A WITH TILLY by tilly marie

[1st image: what smell brings back good memories?]

[2nd: what could be a scent that brings back good memories? this is quite hard... i think i would say baby powder? *laughs* it sounds quite peculiar but it's something that reminds me that l've got the best things that could have happened to me. which are my children.]

[3rd: it's not really that peculiar, if i come think of it. there are people that like the smell of gasoline still to this day. i have spent years in garages and l've had my fair share of smoking experiences- those scents were addicting but the baby powder? extremely addictive. you won't have any issue with your lungs too.]

ATTENDING THE DIOR HAUTE COUTURE SHOW by tilly marie

clip one — soren’s wake up call… literally

[1st image: the breakfast came it quite late today and my neighbour's playing the most awful songs in the morning. i absolutely thought that i was going to have the most horrendous day at the haute couture show then my husband just rang and it turned out it was soren who called me early in the morning to say hi. he stole his papa's phone from the bedside and somehow knew the passcode. or it's probably his face id that did it. who knows.]

[2nd: i was telling him about how hungry i was because my breakfast wasn't ready, so my sweet boy didn't even hesitate to run downstairs to "cook"- he began to grab pans and eggs to "cook." thankfully toto had gotten up by then otherwise soren would've gotten into some sort of accident just trying to make me an omelette from brackley. i'm in paris but my sweet boy thinks he could send the breakfast my way as soon as possible.]

clip two — tilly shows how adelmo moves

[1st image: tilly: do you wanna see how adelmo dances to aladdin's "friend like me?" cameraman: yes of course. why not? tilly: great, this is how his little 2 year old self dances with the genie]

[2nd: *hums in adelmo torger lewis wolff*]

clip three — tia is the spoiled cub of the cubs

[1st image: i think i should try to put tia in my purse and take her with me on a show next time because i- *laughs* i can't behave by myself anymore. tia would most likely be scolding me and she'd be so happy to see all of these clothes. then she'd probably ask it she could get a dress tailored for her from the haute couture collection.]

[2nd: now that i think of it, she's most likely to empty toto's wallet in one go. whenever she and toto goes out for some daddy-daughter time, tia would return with her papa carrying shitloads of shopping bags. the sad case is that they all came from harrods- but that's the only place we could go without being hounded by cameras. still... toto goes all out for her all the time.]

[forgeofthenine]

Okay, needed to share this thought with another Dammon appreciator.

Imagine Dammon not quite knowing how to express his feelings for Tav once he has to admit he has them. Like he can’t just come out and say it. It feels too wrong coming from him when compared to everyone else it could be coming from around them.

So he gives a generous discount, he helps Karlach (though he’d’ve done that anyway. If not for doing the right thing to help someone then to feel the pull of the infernal metal again. He misses the power and how dangerous and unwieldy it was and that’s just another reason those words can’t come from him.) He pilfers away damaged pieces of armor once Tav is asleep and repairs them, always placing them back in the pile before he heads to his own bed in the forge. He doesn’t know if anyone sees him but no one ever stops him. One day a piece of the armor can’t be repaired and so he makes something better. Something that won’t break. (Something to keep Tav safe while the rest of the world is being saved.)

And Tav. Tav cares. Tav admires. (Tav wants but has to lead, so Tav marches on) Always quietly relived when the group gets to the Last Light at the end of the days information gathering and planning and everyone is still there. Eyes glancing over to the warmly glowing forge and catching on the relentlessly determined (handsome) tiefling working there.

But Tav is also tired, they all are but at the end of the line all the decisions are on Tav and that weight isn’t insignificant.

This fight was particularly brutal and it shows in the weight of the party as they trudge to their tents. Tav starts to take their armor off at the end of the night and it’s different. Looks down and sees gleaming metal, armor that just by its looks is obviously more lovingly and well crafted than anything else they have on. Who looks over at the still glowing forge in the glow of the moon shield and follows their feet over that way.

Who just looks at Dammon as they stand there dumbly, half in and half out of armor. Who just stares at him as he turns to see who wandered in. Who has the armor in question their hand as they walk over to him slowly and now Dammon is panicking. Are they mad? (They aren’t.) Was the original piece special to them? (it wasn’t.) And while he’s panicking Tav has gotten within a few feet of him and stopped suddenly (Their brain finally caught up to their feet) and when he looks up they look so confused and maybe a bit hopeful? And before he can say anything they’re looking down at the armor in their hands (the armor he made for them) and he wonders idly when the last time someone protected Tav instead of being shielded by them was. And before he knows it, that thought has propelled him to right in front of them and he’s tentatively pulling them into his chest and holding them tight when they sink into his arms, tail wrapping around their leg down to the ankle and he’ll do everything he can to make sure no one takes them from him (ever) .

(I’m pulling a bit from the Dammon Flaws post earlier because it resonated with something in my Tav)

I'm sorry anon, I definitely sat on this for a couple days. That was mostly because I post my inbox replies right when I wake up and I feel like this deserved a slightly less sleepy me 😅

I honestly love this so much, just sneaky Dammon trying to do whatever he can for Tav, to make their life a bit easier. All of it culminating in a sweet hug in his forge when they finally realise the extent he's gone to. Honestly I can absolutely see him doing these things, and telling himself they aren't anything special, and that they have many more options than just him. He just really needs a kiss to quieten down his thoughts a little bit.

Thank you for sending this in, I love it so much and I'd love to hear more of your stuff sometime ♥️

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Hello! Raven. I hope you're doing well. I'm the anon who sent the acotar and malleus related ask. It's been quite some time since I sent that ask I thought you were not going to reply 😅. Thank you so much for replying. So is it okay if a ask is not twst related but like fantasy, fairytale and fae related in general? Fantasy is my fav genre. Dragons & fae or both combined are a bonus. What kind of romantasy or fantasy novels do you like? Do you have any book recommendations? Also can I be 🐉anon

[Referencing this post!]

Welcome back, 🐉 Anon~

Please note that if I choose to respond to an ask, it may take several weeks for my reply to be posted 😅 This is because I may have as many as 30 to 60+ in my queue at any given time (with new asks coming in every day). I give priority to immediate TWST content updates and news. Casual asks and/or questions not immediately relevant will likely be queued to go up later.

I would prefer that most asks be related to TWST in some way. The occasional off-topic-but-still-related-to-my-interests ask is fine, I just don’t want people to feel like they can talk to me about anything and everything. This is because I don't want to give readers the false impression that I'm a close internet friend they can hit up to chat about whatever. It might make people too comfortable with me to the point where they start to cross my boundaries of comfort. In fact, it has happened multiple times before so I want to discourage this whenever possible.

When it comes to fantasy novels, I actually don't like high fantasy. It's hard for me to follow along with all the terminology and unconventional names. I like a world that's well-fleshed out, but the magic system doesn't necessarily need to be well-defined. I'd actually say I prefer a soft magic system since it lets me fill in the gaps with my own imagination and there are fewer restraints on what is and is not possible. This kind of magic also feels a lot more whimsical, which I, as a fan of Alice in Wonderland, adore. I can enjoy fantasy books with good vibes or pretty writing alone if I turn my brain off; there doesn't need to be an amazing story or characters (though I would prefer them all be present). The problem with romantasy specifically, however, is that the emphasis tends to be on the romance part and not the fantasy part, and that tends to fall flat for me when I struggle to find a couple I care about. Every Shadow Daddy feels the same after a while, and while that’s great for people who love Shadow Daddies, it’s not so for those who don’t.

My point is that even within a genre, there's a lot of variation and not all genre readers will like or look for the same thing. You might like high fantasy for all I know, or like or dislike certain tropes, so maybe whatever I'd theoretically recommend to you wouldn't click. I can already see that you're very into dragons and fae in your books, whereas I'm much more picky with their depiction. It's for that reason that I'm afraid I won't be providing any titles. If you're looking for a new book to pick up, I think it would be more beneficial to ask someone more familiar with your tastes and/or for you to pick something out for yourself.

I'm sorry if this isn't the answer you were hoping for, but I'm afraid that's all I feel comfortable saying on this matter.

[ilyasorokinn]

So the idea was equestrian!reader x svechy. The reader owns a horse in Raleigh and the canes go to the stable for teambonding and reader teaches them some stuff and svech can't get reader out of his head afterwards so the team teases him about it and so he goes back to the stable in hope to find her and he does and kina slowburn-ish? srry if it's too much😅

LOVE ON THE RANCH

i know literally nothing about horses so this might not slay the house down and i hope you enjoy bestie! also, there isn't really a slow burn (i'm sorry *looks away in horror*) because I've been trying to write this for too long, so i'm sorry bestie, i tried! also, that title is literally so funny to me cause it sounds like the title of one of those cheesy books with fabio on the cover lmao

"these are the stables. usually, all of them are filled but the horse that's usually here is getting prettied up," you explained, leading the group of hockey players behind you through the stables.

"prettied up? what for?" one of them asked.

"he's a racehorse, my nephew's, and he named him after one of you guys." they laughed.

"what's his name?"

"he took a page from erik johnson's book and named him svechnikov." you laughed, looking over at andrei, who was laughing as a few of the guys slapped him on the back.

"so, you guys have racehorses too?"

"just svechnikov. the others are ours. they're our pets and they get all prettied up with hockey teams come to visit." you smiled.

"can they ride the horses?" one of the canes media people asked.

"yeah, of course." you nodded, "so, we have some saddles over there. we'll saddle the horses for you, but there are helmets over there." you pointed to the corner where an array of helmets were, "try to find one that'll fit your heads." you clapped your hands, signaling for everyone to get to work.

the whole day was spent riding around your little ranch with the horses. the canes got the content they wanted and the players had a fun time, so it was a win-win situation for everyone.

a couple weeks after the canes day on the ranch, andrei couldn't stop thinking about you. not in a creepy way, more in an "i regret not getting your number so we can go out" kind of way.

"you still thinking about that ranch girl?" pyotr asked in russian.

"shut up." andrei shook his head, trying to hide the smirk.

"you are." pyotr laughed.

"maybe a little." andrei admitted.

"why don't you go back or something?"

"and say what?"

"you're andrei svechnikov, you'll think of something." pyotr shoved him and andrei laughed.

on his one off-day, andrei made the over hour drive to your small family ranch and found you in the little "gift shop" on the ranch. you looked up when you heard the bells ring above the door.

"andrei, hi." you smiled, setting your book, "what can i help you with? do you want some horse riding lessons?" you joked.

"i wanted to ask you something."

"all right." you nodded, "fire away."

"can i take you out sometime?" you froze at his question.

"me?"

"there's no one else in here." he gestured around.

"did you drive an hour to ask me that?"

"yeah." andrei's hope was wavering and he didn't feel as confident.

"wow." you chuckled, "sure."

"yeah?"

"yeah, i'll go out on a date with you." he slowly let out a breath before smiling.

"great."

"great." you nodded, smiling.

okay, this wasn't the best, so i'm sorry besties!