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dancing-the-hellfire-rumba · 7 years ago

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Of Monsters And Men |5|

Pairing:(eventual) Dean x mermaid!Reader Warnings: the tiniest smidge of angst. Word Count: 1.8k (I know, it’s been a while) A/N: So... we’re finally getting into the swing of things. I hope it was worth the wait. Just so you know, you have no idea what’s to come. You couldn’t even guess if you wanted to. How are you liking it so far though? Let me know :) Feedback is honestly gold

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Of Monsters And Men V: Unexpected Arrivals

How do mermaids spend their time?

Typically, when she was under the surface, she’d waste her endless free time swimming through tall caves, reading for the billionth time the story of her kind’s creation carved onto their caves, how they made peace with humans, about the human world in general, really, learning more and more about the modern language and beliefs. She’d learned those by heart, could recite them in her sleep.

The human version of ‘books’ however was slightly different.

It felt strange to her how fragile they were. With a sharp movement, they were destroyed. She was so afraid to hold the thin paper she would barely touch it, but she loved it so much for a multitude of reasons. First off it was nowhere near as gigantic as the books she knew. Something about finishing and flipping page after page made her feel something indescribable as if with every page a tiny weight lifted off her shoulders, and the smell, oh the smell.

Safe to say she spent the following seven days consuming book upon book, getting lost in different worlds. She slept on the couch, read, ate with Dean, got a better hang of walking and spent late afternoons curled up on one end of the couch, learning the different tastes of foods of the human world and discovering the magic of that strange box called television.

She was so enamored by electricity –what, you just flip a switch and- woa!-, by the thousands of different foods that existed and the billions of different cooking methods, by the million different combinations of colors the sky changed into above the sea that didn’t all look blue and yellow, and by humans in general. But most of all she found herself getting increasingly enamored by one particular human.

Dean was beautiful and she found out that not all humans were. Sometimes she peeked over her book and got stuck on the moving muscles that flexed and bent when he reached for the thing on the shelf over the TV, watching long, thick fingers that had so gently and caringly tended to her wounds, stretch and wrap around said item to pull it down. She froze, mid-chewing, staring at the tiny fleck of sauce on the corner of his full lips and often gazed at him instead of the show he had on, focusing on the crease between his eyebrows and the way light reflected on his seaweed eyes.

Damn, his eyes.

She got lost in them more often than she’d like to admit. It was like looking at the sky, captivating and never enough.

Day by day, he warmed up to her. Talked to her a little more, asked questions like if she slept underwater and did they eat other fish or did they live in villages or packs like wolves?

There was one question, though, that remained the same. How did she end up on the shore?

The itch was getting more noticeable by the day but she had no clue as to how to get an answer. A hole sat in the center of her thoughts and stood there, waiting to be filled. Many questions remained fruitless. She had no memory of her family, no idea how she found herself with a new set of limbs and about fifteen different injuries on her body on the coast and about zero clues as to who put those three parallel gashes on her thigh. The only thing her mind brought up was a rushing feeling of panic and a need to escape.

She chose to stay away from it for now.

“My brother is flying down from California today.” Dean wipes his hands on the rag by the sink, resting against the counter and Y/n looks over her book.

“Sam, right?” he nods. “I can’t wait to meet him.” She smiles gently and Dean’s shoulders loosen a little at the sight of it.

“I, uh,” he tosses the towel by the sink and rubs his thighs with his palms. “I kinda tried to tell him about the whole mermaid thing,” he hesitates. A prompt nod later he licks his lips. “He doesn’t really… believe me. Would you mind if…” he looks for the proper phrase but doesn’t want to offend her at the same time. The room grows silent as he tries to find a way to make sense. “You know what never mind-”

“You want me to show him?” His eyes dance between hers for a second or two before an apologetic smile makes its way to his face. “I have no shame in who I am, Dean,” She says straightening her back. “I had no problem telling you. I will do the same with your brother.” Her mind goes every which way trying to articulate her sentences the best way possible. Dean’s smile is wide and grateful as he nods.

“Thank you.” He says simply. He doesn’t have to thank her; she’d do anything to keep that smile on his face. She nods.

True enough, a couple hours later there’s a knock on the door.

Dean runs to the door and opens it wide and it’s then that Y/n realizes that she could never make him smile as brightly as his younger brother can.

Before any words can be spoken, the eldest Winchester pulls his sibling down in his arms, a small ‘oomph’ falling from Sam’s lips. They’re hidden from Y/n’s sight because of the door and as much as she hates to admit it, she wants to jump around eagerly out of impatience. If someone can make Dean’s eyes light up like that she has to meet them.

She stands up and off the couch.

“Welcome home.” She hears the huff of a laugh before she sees him, broad and tall, taller than Dean, with almost shoulder-length hair and a pointy nose. Sam Winchester, with a sunshine-bright smile and legs longer than the couch, walks in with a duffel in his hands and scans the space when his eyes fall on her.

“Uh, hi.” He says, the smile faltering before becoming more polite and reserved than natural. “I’m Sam.” He walks to her and offers a hand. She remembers Dean’s words, teaching her how to shake people’s hands and reaches for it.

“Y/n,” She smiles back and shakes it firmly. “It’s nice to meet you, finally.”

“Likewise,” her brain stutters for a second trying to remember exactly what that word means. She’s never heard anyone use it before and it takes her a moment, but she can guess give or take.

“Your, uhm, brother, he talks about you a lot.” She pulls back and awkwardly shrugs. He shakes his head.

“Yeah, he does that. All good things, I hope.” She nods.

Behind Sam, a young blonde walks in, Dean closing the door behind him. She’s smiling, looking at the house just like the younger of the two siblings was.

“Wow, Dean, you’ve improved this place so much since we last came.” Dean chuckles.

“Yeah, it’s almost done. I just have to finish a couple things in the garage and in the master bedroom. Otherwise, it’s as good as new.” He looks proudly around and Y/n quirks an eyebrow. She makes a mental note to ask about it later.

“Oh-, hi, I didn’t see you there,” the blonde says. She has blonde hair, blue eyes and white teeth, and there’s a small mole between her thin eyebrows. In comparison to the brothers, she looks so petite, much like Y/n. “I’m Jessica, Sam’s fiancé.”

Dean had not prepared her for that one. She has no idea, does she offer her a hand to shake? Does she hug her? Does she just stand there? Crap.

“Uh, I’m, uh, Y/n. Dean’s… friend, I guess.” That was the term, right? She’s beginning to panic, she wanted whoever was important to Dean to like her and that meant both Sam and Jessica, obviously. She ended up awkwardly shuffling her feet with a shy smile.

“It’s nice to meet you.” Jessica grins and slides under Sam’s giant arm, him pecking her temple.

“Alright kids, the pizza’s on her way. In the meantime,” All of them look at him. He nods towards the stairs. “We’ve got something to show you.”

She’s okay with who she is, sure, but had she known who Jessica was or that she’d be here, she would be a little more hesitant to agree. She feels her palms sweat and wants to run as far away and as fast as she can right now but she can’t fail Dean. She refuses to do so. Not when everything has been going so damn well.

Climbing the stairs a little slower than normal, she reaches the top, everyone hot on her heels.

“You two, wait here.” Dean commands and grabs y/n’s wrist. “C’mon, sweetheart.” He nods for her to get in the bathroom. Sam and Jessica share a confused look.

When Y/n is safely inside, Dean closes the door. He turns to her and notices the way she bites her lip and shuffles her feet when she sees the already full tub.

“You can still back out of this, I won’t think any less of you.” He says, green eyes forcing hers to stare at him. Yes, but you will be disappointed, she thinks to herself and that’s all the motivation she needs. She shakes her head.

“It’s okay.” She says and starts pealing layers of Dean’s clothes off of her.

“Woa, okay.” He’ll never get used to how easily she can stand naked in front of people. Never the less he turns around, showing some respect and letting her get in the tub safely. He can hear the rustle of clothes as they fall on the floor and the sloshing of water as she gets in. His heartbeat starts gaining some speed.

“I’m going in.” She says and he hears more sloshing before there’s silence and then the sound of water falling out of the tub in liters makes him turn around.

And there she is.

The tail is too big to fit in the tub so it rests again the plain white wall, in hues of iridescent colors that change in different angles and lighting and he, once again, cannot stop staring. It’s big, one and a half times the length of her legs, foils moving with every breath and almost shivering in the bathroom air. Y/n’s head is under the water, eyes closed and there are gills under her jaw, on her arms and sides. Her hair is fiery orange and he catches the black change from the ends of her hairs.

“Guys,” He calls out but stays put. In his own tone of voice, he can hear it. He’s captivated, unmoving and simply cannot stop staring. The door opens painfully slow.

“Holy shit,”

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non-un-topo · 2 years ago

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💔👀🦅🎶🎢🥺 !!!

Apple, thank you love! <333

💔 Is there a fic of yours that broke your heart?

Oh boy, well I did a number with Dahlia back in the day. Haven't written angst quite like that in a while and I still feel the urge to write a happy kid fic as an apology. My brother spits blood. hurt in a different way, with all the Booker & Nicky brotherly feelings.

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!

Ohhh okie. I have greatly missed writing weird mysterious horror-themed fics but I get shy, so I've tried not to pull my punches this time and just have fun. I can tell you that it will take place in Iceland, in the early 17th century and will address a significant point in the lives of the guard---rather, who is left of it. It will be Nicky's pov (for reasons I cannot yet say other than it having something to do with centrality and steadfastness in the group dynamic---okay I just explained it lol), and I'm hoping to put more horror elements into this one too (Nicky + horror is my special tea). For this fic I'm really exploring liminal space, daylight horror (w the midnight sun), renewal, the sense of being adrift and the urge to keep everything and everyone together. So, uhh. Angst. I'll say one more thing just because: There is an inciting incident that occurs before the plot begins. It's what ends up convincing them to take a break from their search for Quynh and settle on solid ground. It's also why I'm writing it in Nicky's pov and why he has this pervasive sense of losing his footing, or being sent adrift. 👀👀

🦅 Do you outline fics or fly by the seat of your pants?

I outline like a beast. Usually I prefer to have the entire plot from start to finish outlined in bullet points before I start properly writing.

For my current wip I have three different documents and then the fic itself. Are the three documents comprehensible? Do they make sense? Are they more than just random philosophical thoughts and ideas and scattered research notes? Nah. But they get more organized with each new document lol. Sometimes, though, when the writing bug hits I just write a whole oneshot without planning too much.

🎶 Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?

I do!! I have very specific songs for very specific moods. Sometimes soundtracks, sometimes opera or classical music, sometimes like... weird medieval music. For my current wip I've been listening to three main songs that encapsulate the whole vibe of the fic: Your Bones by OMAM, Familiar by Agnes Obel, and Caesar by The Oh Hellos.

I tend to listen to the same artists over and over, or sort of atmospheric instrumental stuff. I found this yesterday and it's really gotten me in the writing spirit!

🎢 Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

Honestly, Dying of the Light was a pretty insane experience, both in terms of writing and just its plot. I had thousands of words written, then scrapped almost all of it and re-wrote almost the whole thing in one sitting. I was up at 4am when I wrote the goat scene and I think I finished around 6. All its wild trippy moments come from the fact that I was literally losing my mind a bit at the time lol. Bad life circumstances, but it ended up being one of the fics I'm most proud of.

But in terms of plot only, I think Tangerine and Roc was kind of wild. It has a lot going on thematically and plot-wise, and has a longer word count.

🥺 Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?

I don't have a knack for fluff, but I think I might have a soft spot for that sort of casual, close and familiar family dynamic? Like I hadn't realized how many moments I'd written in which one of the queer quartet members is doing another one's hair until I read them all back lol.

Casual intimacy and platonic touches really get me in my feels. Specifically Andy's affection for any of the other characters (back of the neck touch my beloved). Dancing makes me feel insane, I love it and need to write more of it. Same with platonic cuddles. I definitely have a soft spot for pals sitting around a fire and drinking/dancing/laughing. Makes me feel alive <3 Like: Yes, that's family.

#ty apple beloved <333 #ask game #sage writes #maybe i spoiled too much about my wip but it's okie. nothing's really a spoiler

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falcor-thee-luck-dragon · 4 years ago

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Of Monsters and Men

Chapter 2- Lay Me in the Sun

Summary: You’ve spent the past handful of years with your Witcher throughout your travels around the Continent. After a hunt, you’re all he wants.

Warnings: smut, fluff, Geralt being a hottie

-Part of my OMAM series that I’m working on, this is right before the happenings of the Witcher season 1, which is in the next chapter

Masterlist

You are currently sprawled out upon the vibrantly green summer grass, enjoying the softness of your living bed as a warm breeze brushes past your skin. You had hacked at a tree with your sword for about an hour and a half to let off some steam until you got too bored and sweaty. You then went for a refreshing dip in the nearby river before lounging in the afternoon sun where you happen to be right now.

Geralt has been off all day on the hunt for some subspecies of troll while you've been chilling with Roach by the river. He didn't seem keen on having you come with him this time, so instead you let him have his "me time", odd way to call hunting and hacking off a trolls head "me time" but it's Geralt so you didn't press any further. He just likes doing his thing by himself at times and considering how nice a day it is, let him.

You've been his travel companion for a good handful of years now, which delightfully has resulted in that of a strong romantic relationship with your fearsome Witcher. He keeps himself as a big scary badass with a look that could send you running for the hills, according to all the people of the continent that you've both met. But to you he's the most gentle, funny, loyal, and protective lover you've ever had, quit the opposite of what the villagers think of him.

He listens to you and cares so much about if your happy around him, which you always tell him yes. He needlessly worries that he's too much or too little for you, that maybe he doesn't show how much he truly loves you often enough. But you have grown to understand that he speaks his love language through his actions and how he looks at you, as you've found this better then any amount of words on a man's tongue could possess. And it's just how Geralt shows his affection towards you, as he's never been a mushy kinda guy who will flatter you with his abundance of compliments. Which you never have minded, in fact it would send you howling with laughter at the thought of Geralt singing you a song about your beauty compared to that of a flower. Now that would be quit the scenario.

Laying your head upon the pads of your hands, you close your eyes, letting yourself sink into the comfort of the tall grass as you enjoy the sounds of rushing water over the river rocks, that is, until a foul stench reaches your nostrils. Your face contorts into an unpleasant grimace at the nasty scent of something recently deceased coming your way. Then another more familiar smell reaches your nose and you know exactly who it is. If his disgusting smell didn't already confirm his identity it would be his heavy footfalls onto the soft earth, disrupting your peaceful afternoon snooze that you get so rarely.

Suddenly the footsteps get louder until they suddenly stop near your boot covered feet, as a shadow blocks the sun from reaching your face. You slowly open your eyes to behold the sight of your Witcher who is very visibly covered in something that is definitely not guts. But most certainly came from said guts of some unlucky creature.

"What threw up on you this time?" You ask, as he's about to give you a probable vividly disturbing answer, you hold your hand up to shush him.

"You know what, never mind."

He laughs at that as he slings something off the side of his shoulder, without warning the grotesque decapitated head of a rock troll slumps to the grass with a thud. The nasty fucker staring blankly into your ruby colored eyes while it's pale tongue slides out of its mouth, black inky bubbles of blood and saliva seeping out from its slacked jaw. You hiss at it before briskly gliding up into a standing position where you then take a few steps back.

"What the fuck Geralt! I was having a very nice and relaxing moment before you dropped that nice little present way too close for comfort." You sass at him while you fold your arms over your chest, he simply smiles, amused that he's annoyed you.

"You don't like my gift?" He muses with a cocky smirk upon his dirty face.

"Maybe if I was an orc, you got the wrong species, love. Uh, but hey...good work on not getting eaten alive."

"Whatever it takes to come back to you." He quips, you rolling your eyes at his adorable sarcasm.

"Alright troll slayer, I think you should take a dip in the river. I mean what is even on you it looks like brown chunks of....oh god is that cow?" You grimace in disgust once again, every so slightly leaning into him to take a better look at what's actually coating his leather armor.

"I truly have no idea. And I will take your kind suggestion lest we have wolves hunting us in the wee hours of the morning, like little angry ghosts." He replies with a nod before walking past you and stripping himself of his black leather armor.

He drops it in the grass as he quickly pulls his dark under shirt over his head where he promptly abandons it by a nearby rock. You don't even realize how hard core you're staring at him right now while you subconsciously bite your lower lip as your gaze travels from his bare shoulders to his chiseled torso. He's got an abundance of scars in various parts of his body and his muscles are as hard as stone. This is nothing you haven't seen before but still, Geralt knows how to put on a show, whether he knows he's doing it or not.

He slides his boots off and as he's casually unbuttoning his trousers does he finally look up to catch your lustful gaze. He smirks as you stare on boldly at his half naked self, a blissfully dumb smile upon your face.

"I could think of a couple ways we could spend the evening and right now my love you are just...a lot." Geralt keeps eye contact with you as he continues to unbutton his pants, he slides them down his god-like body until he's finally standing in the summer evening as naked as the day he was born.

He gives you a charming smile before turning and walking into the river to clean himself off of all the troll innards. He goes beneath the water before resurfacing once again, in the meantime you sit yourself onto the river bank and smile to yourself at the delicious sight of your glistening Witcher while he washes himself clean of all puke, blood, sweat, and whatever else is coating his skin. Suddenly all goes quiet and you can't see him above the water anymore, but you can see how his form is on a path for your legs that are dangling in the river. Quickly you pull your legs from the rushing stream just as Geralt resurfaces directly in front of you.

"You were not about to drag my ass into the depths, these are my only dry clothes." You halfheartedly whine, a small chuckle escaping you as Geralt rests his muscled arms upon the riverbank.

"Then take them off." He gives you an inviting look as you raise an eyebrow at his boldness.

He just smiles adoringly at you from the riverside, silently begging you to shed your clothing to come join his bum in the water. With a shake of your head, you stand up and tug off both of your boots, throwing them near Geralt's armor. Then you peel off your loose grey top that was conveniently all that was covering your top half from the eyes of the world. You look down at Geralt who's golden eyes have not left your body once, a giant blissful smirk playing at the corner of his soft lips as you give him a show.

You throw him a wink before sensually unlacing your pants, those things abruptly falling to the grass in a black puddle at your feet. You stand naked above him on the river bank like a water nymph in all her alluringly bewitching beauty. Playfully teasing him as you dramatically stretch in the warm sunlight, he watches as your arms reach for the clouds, your breasts lifting with the movement. You look absolutely radiant, a goddess come to earth that could make the very stars jealous with your dazzling features.

Your eyes lock with his and without warning you launch yourself over Geralt's snowy head, intent on making a large splash in the process, just to tease him. When you resurface he's rubbing the water from his eyes, you casually swim over to him, a cheeky grin adorning your wet face. Once he's gotten the water out of his eyes he lowers himself into the river until all you can see is his shoulders and his handsome face.

"All clean now?" You ask, tilting your head down to blow some river bubbles.

"Remarkably." Quips your Witcher with a low chuckle.

"Good...now you can take me on the grass of the riverbank, right in front of Roach." You state bluntly, Geralt's golden eyes widening in pleasant surprise as your face suddenly breaks out into a fangy grin.

"She's seen too much already." He jests, nodding in her general direction as she obliviously nibbles away at the grass.

"She's seen worse." You add.

"Fair point." Replies Geralt with a casual shrug.

You lower your face into the water, bringing it back up just as quickly before you spit a line of cold water right onto Geralt's cheek. He shuts his eyes as he takes your assault like a champ, letting you have your fun for the time being cause in a couple minutes he'll have you screaming his name into the afternoon breeze. Once all the water has left your mouth do you finally stand up and glide over to your patient lover. He watches you the whole time, keeping his sights onto your beaming face, although he's not unnoticing of how the water only conceals your bellybutton and your delightful treasure below.

"Hopefully no one stops by for a drink." You state with a small laugh as you stand in front of him.

He looks down at you with a soft smile gracing his kissable lips, you raise your hand up and let it trail down the side of his arm in a casually intimate gesture. He watches in content silence as you touch the skin of his scarred forearm, all the way down until you reach his hand where you then open your palm out for him to take. He does so without question, knowing exactly what your intended plans are for the both of you next. With a seductive bite of your lip, do you lead Geralt to the side of the river bank were your little camp is set up.

You let go of his hand and lift yourself up onto the soft grass where you stood not even five minutes ago. As you're seated, you turn around to face Geralt who's doing the same. You quickly bite the inside of your cheek when your eyes are known to the delicious sight of is hardened member glistening in the beams of sunlight through the nearby trees. He falls to his knees as he crawls over to you in the grass. When he reaches your closed bent legs he gives you a pleading look. Asking for your permission to continue, you smirk at him and slowly part your legs to his great delight.

You lean back on your elbows as his large form covers you from the sun, his hands land on either side of your face as his member grazes against your inner thigh. He's instantly attacking your lips in a heated embrace, pulling a moan from your lips as he takes this opportunity to stick his tongue into your mouth. Your tongues dancing in the darkness, he carefully leans himself onto one forearm as his other hand travels down the side of your body where he then parts your legs further apart for better access.

You can feel as he guides his cock to your slick entrance likes he's done this a hundred times before. Once he's found his mark does he then slowly push into you, you let out a breathless gasp at the uncomfortable sensation sliding into your wetness. He lifts his face a couple inches from yours to make sure you're doing okay and that he isn't hurting you too much. You look into his concerned eyes as you try to hide your slight discomfort, you've done this so many times before, it's just Geralt can be a lot to handle and you need a second.

Leaning up to give him a chaste kiss you find his eyes once again as a blissful smile appears onto your stunning face. Confirming that you've adjusted accordingly and it's time to pick up the pace. He ever so carefully does he thrust into you once again, starting off slow so you can prepare yourself for when he goes faster. Your hands claw at his muscular back as his head falls to your shoulder.

"I'm not a fragile maiden, fuck me Geralt...I can take it." You practically growl in his ear, sending chills down his spine as a cocky smile appears onto his handsome face.

"You're ready now?" He teases as he pecks you on the cheek, you turn to glare at him.

"Shut up, let's make a goddamn dent in the side of this bank." You rasp out as he begins to pick up the pace, heeding to your confident command.

He pounds in and out of you in a beautifully pleasurable rhythm that's sending you into a flurry of whimpers and moans at the sensational contact of his cock inside you. Your body feels electric with each new thrust that he sends deep into your womanhood, as he bottoms out every time. A dazed smile finds its way onto your parted lips at the sounds of Geralt's own grunts and staggered breaths.

He pushes you into the grass as he lays atop your shimmering body, his hips doing a fantastic job at keeping your legs apart as he thrusts into you over and over again. You're to out of to even think of wrapping your legs around his body, all that you're able to manage is a tight grasp onto his right arm as your other hand is clawing at the ground for some support.

The sweet sounds of skin on skin contact dissipates throughout the evening breeze. All of it lost to the roar of the river and yours and Geralt's moaning. Your as wet as the water below you as he slides in and out of you with ease. Sending waves of pleasure into your hot core, it's gradually building up with every new thrust he's throwing at you. When you turn your head to the side to get a better look at him, you can tell how concentrated his face is as more grunts subconsciously escape from his lips, he's on his way to paradise.

The building of your own pleasure rises every time he hits your sweet spot until you can't take it anymore and all at once your orgasm hits you like an arrow in the chest. Sending euphoric waves of pure bliss pulsating throughout your entire being as your walls close in around his hardness.

"Ah fuck Geralt!" You scream in ecstasy as another moan slips from your throat, "Geralt! Uh...ahhh oh my fuuuck!"

He relentlessly continues to pound into you as he chases his own high in the midst of you cuming. It's sending more shock waves into your sensitive clit with lack of a break. But you don't have time to care as another orgasm begins to build inside of you once more with every full thrust of his manhood into your dripping entrance. Due to him being a Witcher and all, heavily contributes to his high stamina, but luckily for him you're not entirely human yourself and can keep up with his lack of exhaustion.

More whimpers fall from your lips as he kisses the side of your sweaty cheek in a small act of appreciation for how well you're doing. He understands he's big and how he doesn't get tired easily, so he's rather blessedly grateful for you as a partner who can take him so well. Suddenly he lets out a string of curses mixed in with your name here and there as he releases his load into your aching womanhood. You cuming right after him for the second time today as you let out a pleasurable scream.

"Ohhh fuck Geralt...ohhh fuuuckk."

He gives you a couple more ending thrusts for good measure before he pulls himself out of you and lays at your side in a sweaty heap of heavily breathing Witcher. You can feel as his cum drips out of you and into the grass that's lightly caressing your legs. You're breathing heavily and your inner thighs feel sore as you lay here ever grateful for the cool wind that fans your swollen entrance and sweaty body.

You look up to the blue sky and watch as great puffy clouds roll by, a single falcon gliding on the current, completely oblivious to the smell of sex lingering in the air near you two. You turn your attention to Geralt who's watching the bird of prey fly high into the clouds.

"You think anyone heard us?" You furrow your brows in wonder.

"Some squirrels, probably a bird or two." Replies Geralt nonchalantly as he continues to breath heavily.

"Well I'm glad nothing bothered us, I would have gouged their eyes out if a single person disturbed us." You mutter, a flash of fire in your scarlet eyes.

"Oh Y/N, my ever gentle flower." Muses Geralt with a content sigh as he props himself up onto his elbow to have a better view of you. Smiling at him you go to do the same.

"I can be gentle." You laugh out half defensively, knowing full well that is not entirely true.

"Half the scratch marks on my back are your doing my dear." Replies Geralt with a kind smile as you playfully roll your eyes at him.

"Well, that's not completely my fault." You sass back as you slide yourself closer to him. The two of you now inches apart in the soft grass, he studies your face for a moment, really taking you all in.

"What's on your mind." You ask while playing with the ends of his silver hair. His eyebrows furrow for a second before he relaxes again, deciding to lay both you and himself back down on the riverside grass. He pulls you in close, enough that your top half can now lay comfortably upon his muscular chest and shoulder. You snake an arm over his torso as your head rests nicely upon his strong shoulder blade, your faces so close. His gaze keeps to the clouds above as yours watches him search for an answer.

"I think I may need new clothes." He finally confesses after a short while, you lightly chuckle at his blunt realization.

"What? No. I love the smell of death on you. It's very sexy." You add, sarcasm clear in your voice as you subconsciously trace the scared flesh of his torso.

"Thanks." He mumbles as his free hand finds your arm that's currently draped over his stomach, he trails his fingers upon your skin before resting his hand on your forearm, "The next village over, I'm trading that troll's head for enough coin to get us close to Blaviken...then we'll see what monster there might bring us some better gold."

"I've never been, but I know of a wizard who lives there in some fancy tower all alone, don't know his name or anything. Who knows what kinda shit he gets up to these days, I can't imagine it's anything pleasant or humane." You mutter into the breeze, you'd made sure to keep your distance from any mages or wizards for as long as you could after something caused you to finally become fed up with them.

You don't adheredly have any standing beef with any of them in particular, in fact you had been very close with one, but that was such a long time ago. It almost feels like it could have been a past life. It's just you've lived long enough to know that people like such are usually superstitious bastards who'll believe any prophecy that destiny may conjure up for them.

They do as they please and their use of magic is not always used with good intentions. Although one may say due to your father being a sorcerer and all, would make you part mage, but on the contrary. As far as your abilities go in the tricky area of sorcery and it's mysterious being with how it can be inherited from parent to child. Your capabilities run a specific line of nothing but whatever part vampire runs through your veins. Nothing more, nothing less. Unlike with mages in their give and take, you can simply bend your lighting to your will whenever you call it into your vessel via the dark gift.

That being said, you've seen the atrocities that mages and wizards alike can commit when given the opportunity, so for that, you don't fuck around with them, nor use your deadly gift very often. Figuring you're already dangerous enough as it is, people never seeming to want to keep you around for too long. Perhaps that's why you and Geralt are perfect for each other, if the world won't have you, at least you have one another's company.

"I know of your dislikes for wizards, but we...well I, need new clothes. And there's surely some coin to be given in that place." Whispers Geralt as he holds you close, you let out an annoyed sigh, earning a small laugh from the man beneath you.

"Dammit you know I can't say no to another adventure, wizard or not, I wanna see what Blaviken has to offer us."

Tagged: @notahappytree @ashleyforeverareject @sokkasdarling @kmuir1(@auds24 sorry idk why ur name won’t work)

#the witcher x reader #the witcher x you #the witcher x y/n #geralt of rivia #geralt x reader #geralt x you #the witcher #falcor the luck dragon stories #Of monsters and men fic

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jq37 · 4 years ago

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Maybe I'm also being animal racist, but a current guess I have for oMaM is that the rabbit Sly saw at the docks was actually the newspaper photographer who seems to be spending a lot of energy documenting Sly's movements at this party, and the bad lighting/state of intoxicated introspection led Syl to make a wrong assumption. (Also did you ever watch Hoodwinked? Spoilers: the reporter bunny did it)

lol hey guys. So I've been fairly MIA the past couple of weeks due to my job trying to actively murder me but I wanted to pop in for a hot second to talk about where we are theory-wise at this point in the season.

First of all, to address the actual ask, I feel like Brennan must have known Longfoot would be suspicious due to ~animal racism~ and put him in as a red herring and now we have even more info to back that up.

I suspect that what's going on with the stuff in the manor is a version of the Pepper's ghost illusion which involves mirrors to do ghostly projections and look pretty darn good for an effect that was invented hundreds of years ago. If you've ever ridden Haunted Mansion at Disney, that's the effect they use to do the waltzing ghosts (fun fact, because the effect mirrors the objects it's used on and the Imagineers forgot to take that into account, all of the female ghosts are leading in the dance!) But that's just fluff, let's talk plot.

So last week's ep threw a LOT of suspicion on Sly with him literally being painted at the villain and Grant doing absolutely nothing to defend himself. And, I'll admit, it would be pretty delicious to not only have Sly foreshadow it earlier with his coy, "Why yes, it also could have been me," and also that Grant himself would have [REDACTED] Rekha a SECOND TIME (watch the Murder Mystery ep of Game Changers if you don't know what I mean--it's my fave ep). But I talked it over with my watch buddy @camwritery and I don't think Sly is actually a baddie. I think this is a double double cross (Lol a cross from Mr. Cross). Here's my thought process.

(1) Yes there's that stack of letters Daisy found in Sly's hand but those easily could have been forged. I'd like Buck to take a look at those since he has that rogue handwriting checking ability.

(2) Squire Badger specially said something was coming to F Sly up and Sly could tell he wasn't the mastermind. Fletcher would make the most sense as to who the mastermind actually is. Like, it wouldn't be so much a twist to the audience but it would be a big ass twist to the CHARACTERS who thought he was fully dead (for the most part) and I feel like that matters more than "subverting expectations" or whatever. It's possible we find out it's actually another party guest I guess (or more likely, that some number of them are involved as accomplices) but Brennan said last week we've met all the characters and it's too late to introduce a new person at this point. And Fletcher is such a through line in Sly and Daisy's stories, it would be weird to not go for the payoff.

(3) So Fletcher is alive. We know this. What would a dead but not dead criminal mastermind want? To ruin his arch nemesis, obv. So, how do you do that? Maybe you fake the death of some mouse to create an unsolvable murder to drive him crazy? And then maybe you work with the person who the fake murder pissed off (because of Sly's inability to "solve" it) to ruin Sly because that guy hates Sly now? And maybe you involve some element of faking deaths in your plan because a faked death is what was central to the original plot that made Sly's reputation and ruined your family? That's so convoluted but this is a guy who handcuffed himself to his enemy and jumped off a waterfall. He's clearly a drama queen and he has nothing but time.

(4) I think Sly has figured this out to some degree and he's decided that letting himself get captured is the best option for him at the moment. Like, he didn't protest at all. Which, yes, checks out to his laidback, posh casual persona but I think he knows that if anything happens to anyone while he's locked up then it casts suspicion on someone besides him or it means the "murders" have to stop because no one will kill anyone while he's not active as a possible suspect due to literally not being able to murder anyone. Speaking of--

(5) Yeah, I don't believe these are murders. All those dead bodies from the list? Badgers, corvids, horned animals. That's the badger fam and their spouses. And the one guy we "knew" was dead also doesn't seem to be dead (which Brennan seeded from the start with Conor's widow hearing his voice which seems possible if she lives so close and he was alive this whole time). I guess framing Sly for a full family murder or something was the plan? But that doesn't quite check out because presumably they'd un-die at some point and I feel like they wouldn't want to live under assumed identities in animal Bavaria or something. I know news doesn't travel fast w/o the internet but they're prominent people. News would spread I assume. Maybe the death faking was to make Sly believe he was crazy? Or to believe in ghosts? Messing with a genius's mind is I'm sure one of the worst things you can do. There's also Buck's Frankenstein theory which is a little out there but they were trying crazy stuff with electricity and dead bodies back in the day. Kind of a wild pull but cam sent me this about a Dr. Squires from the same-ish time period shocking someone back to life. It would be wild and now we have some alt explanations for the electricity but gotta explore all options. And this would Constance to call her dad a madman, lol.

(6) Grant/Sly has a lot more info than us with all those maddening redacted texts so it's very likely he has some long game happening we know nothing about. I wondered if he might have known about Fletcher for a while--when Daisy revealed he was alive he was surprised but I don't remember if he was surprised that he was alive or if it was ambiguous and it might just be that he didn't tell her. I assumed he didn't know at all (because I feel like that's what Brennan narrated in episode 1) but I need to go back and check.

(7) At the end of the day, D20 is a show that rewards love and friendship over betrayal and the like. This very much could be the first season with a real betrayal but I'm kinda skeptical. Sly could just be a big faker but he seems genuine to me. Also, what would his motive even be here? This doesn't seem like his style and I don't know why he'd do this.

(8) Lars failed their check on purpose and Ian saw full puppydog earnestness. Sly if you've been a bad guy this whole time and Lars didn't know, bitch I'll kill you

(9) Not really on topic but I want to note, Daisy's find of that second trick portrait makes me thing my theory was correct and there's a third somewhere. I wonder where.

(10) Even less on topic but the "Show Her Your Butt 2: Electric Boogaloo" sequence last week made me spit soda everywhere and I think that should be acknowledged.

#mice and murder #mice and murder spoilers #dimension 20 #dimension 20 spoilers #d20 #asks #madamxpresident

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nearly-theyre · 4 years ago

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haikyuu: multi-work series fic recs!

hello friends! we are back at it again with another fic rec list ~

find me on twitter and ao3 (where you can see all the fics I didn’t get to put on this rec list!) ~

LET’S BEGIN

FORMAT:

“title” (ratings) by author (a ✰ means the series is HIGHLY recommended!)

link

Works: # Complete: Yes/No

Warnings: will consist of ALL warnings present in the series, although each warning present may not be present in EVERY fic of the series

description / notes of the series OR the summary of the first fic

WARNINGS AND WORKS/COMPLETE ARE AS OF 8/3/2020 !!!! MAKE SURE YOU ALWAYS READ WARNINGS/TAGS/SUMMARIES BEFORE READING!

“cafe backrooms and serendiptuous shenanigans.” (NR) by turnaboutcafe

https://archiveofourown.org/series/1774060

Works: 4 Complete: No

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

in which the haikyuu!! characters work in a university cafe.

in publishing order i. what a bother. / kuroken ii. personal space. / iwaoi iii. cafe latte. / bokuaka iv. wrong order. / kagehina

“Being Human” (T/M/E) by shions_heart

https://archiveofourown.org/series/660140

Works: 7 Complete: No

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings / No Archive Warnings Apply / Graphic Depictions of Violence

Set in an alternate world of magic, witches, and demons, our volleyball sons learn about life, love, and what it means to be human.

“Sometimes You Just Clique” (G/T) by SoVeryAverageMe

https://archiveofourown.org/series/695778

Works: 2 Complete: No

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

No one expected the spoiled rich kid, popular football captain, arrogant school genius, and uptight class president to become best friends following The Incident™ their junior year. Underneath their differing facades and personal armors, lay a bed of similar insecurities and anxieties. This is the story of how they met and what happened afterwards, because sometimes when you meet the right group of people you just... clique.

“omam verse” (T/M/E) by shions_heart

https://archiveofourown.org/series/403992

Works: 4 Complete: No

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence / Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Though some may believe they're monsters, those closest to them know they're just men learning how to love in this world of magic, demons, and faeries.

“iwfyitd verse” (G/T/M/E) by shions_heart, knightswatch ✰

https://archiveofourown.org/series/378352

Works: 7 Complete: Yes

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence / Major Character Death / Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

The story of a band of Super Soldiers trying to save the world, and their loved ones who fight alongside them.

“a park in amsterdam” (M) by Resamille

https://archiveofourown.org/series/1239377

Works: 2 Complete: No

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Summary of the first fic: They come together unexpectedly. They each have memories: a friend once held dear, now gone. The trail has led them here, and maybe, along the way, they remember each other too.

Or: Over twenty years ago, witch law decreed a split between magic and non-magic worlds. Five humans were the first casualties in the protest. Their five soulmates were left to pick up the pieces.

“Hanamaki Disease: Disturbing the peace of volleyball teams everywhere” (G/T) by Ink_stained_quills

https://archiveofourown.org/series/1604839

Works: 4 Complete: No

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Hanamaki disease: when Hanamaki Takahiro must “eyy” whenever he sees someone crushing. A friend to couples and menace to pining people everywhere (or is he?)

“Seijoh Sweets: Aoba Johsai Artisinal Bakery” (T) by FindingSchmomo

https://archiveofourown.org/series/525493

Works: 3 Complete: No

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Collection of Oneshots taking place in my Aoba Johsai Bakery AU

“Haikyuu at Hogwarts” (G/T) by Killthespare ✰

https://archiveofourown.org/series/952755

Works: 4 Complete: No

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply / Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Pretty much as the title suggests: a Hogwarts!AU with Haikyuu. It's planned as a seven book series so definitely a longer series. This first few can be read out of order with only minor confusion (about as easily as the first few Harry Potter books can) but there is an overall series plot in addition to the individual plots of each story. As of the fourth book, the previous third story should really be read before the fourth or later books.

So far, the stories in order: 1.) Shouyou Hinata and the Mirror of Erised (complete) 2.) Koushi Sugawara and the Heir of Slytherin (complete) 3.) Yu Nishinoya and the Shrieking Shack (complete) 4.) Tooru Oikawa and the Triwizard Tournament (in progress)

“hq detective AUs” (M) by valiantarmor ✰

https://archiveofourown.org/series/234750

Works: 3 Complete: Yes

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply / Graphic Depictions of Violence

A series of detective AUs.

“Carving Out A Life” (M/T) by RoseSakura ✰

https://archiveofourown.org/series/1429972

Works: 2 Complete: No

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence / No Archive Warnings Apply

Zombie Apocalypse AUs - including both longer stories and little one shots

“The Big Bads” (T) by fandom_cat

https://archiveofourown.org/series/1612339

Works: 2 Complete: No

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

A collection of chats between different HQ characters! Works can be read separately but what's the fun in that? ;) Oh, and gay: gay everywhere.

Lots of things getting discussed. Mostly light-hearted though, fun was had, jokes were made. Any additional trigger warnings listed before chapters.

“chiaroscuro” (T) by newamsterdam ✰

https://archiveofourown.org/series/434134

Works: 2 Complete: No

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

chiaroscuro: the interplay of darkness and light.

“We’re called guardians,” Kuro says. “Over time, people have had different names for us, but it really all comes back to that. We’re shifters, shaper-changers… the name doesn’t really matter. What does is that we’re supposed to keep the two kinds of magical forces in the world balanced.” He rattles this off with a roll of his eyes, as though it’s something he’s heard many times over.

Kenma thinks back to the curling snake made of shadows, to Sugawara’s words: People who shine brightly attract a lot of darkness.

“Shadows and light,” he says, not quite a question.

Kuro nods approvingly. “Basically, yeah. There’s a bit more to it than that—shadow magic is born of independence, of isolation and loneliness. Light magic is connections, the relationships between people. Most people have a low dose of both, go through their entire lives not realizing there’s magic in the world.”

“But not you,” Kenma prompts.

“Unfortunately.”

“Circle Universe” (T) by sandersonsister (REQUIRES AO3 ACCT) ✰

https://archiveofourown.org/series/826590

Works: 2 Complete: No

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings / No Archive Warnings Apply

Summary of the first fic: It was the omega’s that initiated the courtships, the omega’s that decided who was needed in the circle. But it didn’t worry Kenma. Honestly, there was a particular reason it didn't worry him.

That reason was Kuroo.

He always knew the two of them would be together. And he thought that was enough. He was wrong.

“not just good business” (G/T/NR) by ilgaksu

https://archiveofourown.org/series/307530

Works: 7 Complete: No

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence / Underage / Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Description: credit to hamlet-themouse for their invaluable beta throughout this series so far.

Summary of the first fic: It's been years since Kenma bought that pearly-pink powder and tried it on to go meet Kuroo after his shift, been years since Kuroo wiped his hands on his overalls and looked up and said don't you touch them like that. It's been years since he opened the door to the mob. They are the mob now. They're the ones knocking down the doors.

“Shiratorizawa Family” (G) by someonelikej

https://archiveofourown.org/series/1857982

Works: 2 Complete: No

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Mostly non-related one-shots and short stories portraying the Shiratorizawa team as a family.

“Domestic Cats” (M) by Avogara

https://archiveofourown.org/series/1717717

Works: 2 Complete: No

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

A collection of domestic, homey, post-timeskip Kuroken fluff

“‘Til Human Voices Wake Us” (T) by strikinglight

https://archiveofourown.org/series/393289

Works: 2 Complete: Yes

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings / No Archive Warnings Apply

Haikyuu Pacific Rim Diptych, feat. Daisuga and Kuroken as primary victims

“The Heart of Nekoma” (T/M) by shions_heart

https://archiveofourown.org/series/339679

Works: 3 Complete: Yes

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

The story of a penniless thief and the magical gem who steals his heart.

“brunch friends” (T/M) by newamsterdam ✰

https://archiveofourown.org/series/612757

Works: 3 Complete: No

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Summary of the first fic: “Iwaizumi’s left his cell phone on the bench, and while Suga keeps his gaze away from Iwaizumi the phone lights up with a new message.

Iwa-chan, it reads, Have a good day today! Good luck! <3 <3 <3

Suga chokes. It’s hard to imagine anyone calling the scowling and fierce Doctor Iwaizumi “Iwa-chan.” But marriage probably comes with all sorts of liberties.

Mrs. Iwaizumi must be quite the doting wife, Suga thinks. Delivering hand-made bentos and sending along loving messages.”

No one really knows much about the new surgical resident, Doctor Iwaizumi, other than the fact that he's married. Suga's determined to find out more, and make a friend of him in the process

“Among Us” (M) by dgalerab ✰

https://archiveofourown.org/series/540973

Works: 5 Complete: No

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence / Rape/Non-Con / Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

X-men AU with my favorite volleydorks.

“It’s A Good Life” (G/T) by LisaVanDerMolen

https://archiveofourown.org/series/1615756

Works: 3 Complete: No

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply / Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Summary of the first fic: Kenma opened his eyes again and looked at the door. The dark hallway greeted him, something was wrong. And then he saw it, a small figure peeking at him from behind the door. Big golden eyes like his own greeted him. Kenma felt himself smiling at the sight in front of him, when he heard soft sniffles.

Kenma and Kuroo awaken to their kid crying and comfort him while not knowing what's wrong.

And that’s all for today folks! Hit me up here on tumblr or in my twitter DM’s if you want more recs or want to discuss any of the fics on this list in more depth! I’m happy to help you find the perfect series!

Show these authors some love - don’t forget to kudos, comment, and message them on their socials to show your appreciation!

take your meds, drink water, eat some food, get enough sleep, and reach out to someone today! I love you and you got this!

#haikyuu #haikyuu fic recs #fanfiction #fic recs #writing #fandom #ao3 #archive of our own #n e ways i love fanfiction and these authors deserve more love!

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hyuuchiha-a · 6 years ago

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What are mun’s ships for their muses?

[ Anon ]

[ A good question, nonny! In truth I don’t have that many...? A lot of the charries I write here I consider either VERY difficult to ship, or have one set ship for them. I’m gonna put this under a cut cuz it’ll probably be long, lol ]

Itachi: So this particular Itachi, by default (as with all the muses here, actually) is from a very long RP before Tumblr with two friends. In that RP, he was paired with the main muse from @kusunokihime! And because of the nature of how that story went (which I call A Light Amongst Shadows, the primary verse here), I don’t have him open to ship with anyone else. T’is just how the narrative works!

Sasuke, by default, I ship with Hinata (typically mine, but also with @historias-multorum in our little blending of verses). I...really don’t see him ever shipping with anyone else simply because of how closed-off I write him? I could talk about it for days but in short, he’s just not really a shippy kinda guy.

Hinata is probably my most openly-shippable canon bean! By default I do write her with my Sasuke, but honestly she’s a very loving girlie, so I can see her opening up to other muses! I actually do love Naru///Hina, but not so much the canon version. I’d love to write out a romance with them from scratch! Otherwise, with her, I don’t have much planned / established beyond with my Sasuke, but she’s very compatible imo!

Shisui is...complicated. I’ve shipped him twice in the past, on a different blog I had: with @wanderingmelodies‘ Rin, and @quiet-kunoichi‘s Kimiko. In all honesty Shisui’s a very charming, flirty guy? But he’s actually really flighty when it comes to actual relationships, and he’s not about hookups. He just likes to tease. In actuality he’s very hard to pin down, mostly because of how I write his time between his “death” and his reappearance post fourth war. He’s got some unpacking to do. So while he might flirt with a muse, it wouldn’t be easy to actually ship with him. Otherwise, I don’t have anything set up! And I’m not sure if either of those ships are ongoing with the new blog~

Neji I by default ship with Tenten - I have another muse who is his biological child with her, and another they adopt! Given how prim and proper he is (very...old-school. Kinda conservative?), it’d take some work to get with him in an AU. He’s haughty and proud. Proving themselves to him for another muse would be hard, but...not ENTIRELY impossible?

Hanabi I don’t really ship. I think Kono///Hana is cute, but I’ve never actually written it. I don’t have her paired with anyone in the ALAS fic as of yet! She’s a bit like Shisui: a little precocious, but also conscious of her role as Hyūga heiress.

Tenkai (my older Sasu///Hina babb) I pseudo-ship with Akane on my other blog, who is a Naru///Saku daughter! I say pseudo cuz...they only get up to 14 in the fic, so...not really the age to fully date, imo lol. I haven’t gotten to write him much, so I’m not fully sure how well he’d open up to other ships? But we could try!

Chikyū (the younger Sasu///Hina babb) is...a strange bean. I don’t ship her with anyone, and...I’m not sure how she’d react to shipping lol (tho again, since they stay minors, it wouldn’t be anything hot and heavy unless written at a point in their timeline where they are adults). But again, I haven’t written her much, so we’d have to just see!

Higure (Neji’s adopted pseudo-clone...see her bio for details cuz it’s a long story lol) I pair with Fugaku II on the main blog. I’ve...never really considered shipping her! But she might give it a try. They’d have to be very patient though, she’s a fragile bean.

Hinode is the Neji///Ten bean, and by default he’s with Reika II on the main blog. But he’s a good kiddo, he’d probably get along with someone else all right! Keyword is kid, tho - just fluff unless aged up!

Manami is my OC I made to be both Mikoto’s older sister, and Shisui’s mother! I write her with another OC, Junichi, meant to be Kagami’s son. But she IS originally slated to marry Fugaku, so...that’s something I sorta ship? Otherwise she’s pretty chill, so honestly I’d say she might consider a ship if she got on with someone okay! I also guilty pleasure ship her with Reika on the main blog, but...that’s a major AU lol

Hanako, Hinata and Hanabi’s mother, I really only ship with Hiashi. But I haven’t had any inklings of other ships? Maybe with Mikoto in a random AU, I dunno!

Hotaru, Neji’s mom...I dunno. She’s very staunch in her beliefs, so she’d probably only ever get with another (male) Hyūga. But hey, things happen!

Mikoto’s primary ship is, of course, with Fugaku. But I dream of a modern AU (or maybe even canon >w>) where she and him end up seeing things differently and divorce...and she ends up with Kushina. At first as friends, but then things...y’know...it’d be cute xD LET NART AND SAUCE BE ACTUAL BROTHERS. Otherwise, I’ve never planned or plotted anything with her!

Fugaku is again with Mikoto, maybe Manami. Otherwise...no idea. He’s a bit of a grump, but just...overly serious (as laid out in his bio). I dunno how he’d get on with other muses. We’d have to see!

Obito I don’t really ship. Maybe in an AU with Rin, tho I kinda prefer Kaka///Rin, tbh. I DO sometimes indulge @abyssaldespair‘s anons about OUR ship on THIS blog, but otherwise...I just don’t see him derailing his plan for a romance. It just doesn’t seem viable to me ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Madara I also don’t really ship? I only write him in a few AUs, and...they’re not too flashy with him. AtLA he has whatever NPC wife to carry on the main Fire Nation family. Pokémon he’s too busy running Team Rocket. DL, he’s kinda lost it. And OMaM...he’s open to brief flings, but not anything solid. He sort of treats partners like...an entertainment. And things get old. Heck he even treats the one ship I have on the other blog like that. So...actual romance? Prooobably not. MAYBE flings in OMaM, but...I’m not that great at writing random smut? So I doubt I’d actually write anything out.

Anyway...I guess that’s everyone? There’s a lot of...variety in how I perceive each muse and their ability to form relationships. My more “main” muses (those toward the top on the muse page) tend to have very severe mental and emotional trauma. Forming bonds isn’t easy. And I don’t wanna make anyone ooc of how I write them just to ship, y’know? But thank you for asking! I’ve actually meant to make a post about this, so...you get one step ahead of me xD I hope your curiosity’s sated, lil nonny :3 And always feel free to ask anything else you’d like to know! Obviously I love to ramble xD

#i hope that answers your question [ mun replies ]#yes stranger? [ anon ]#long post #ships #¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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ao3feed-stucky · 6 years ago

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by Flutieflake

Sometimes it scares Steve how much he loves Bucky.

A.K.A

Just Steve monologuing about Bucky.

Words: 240, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Captain America - All Media Types, Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Original Female Character(s)

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers

Additional Tags: Fluff, Idiots in Love, I Will Go Down With This Ship, How Do I Tag, Songfic, Sort Of, it's inspired by a song, this turned out slightly less cute and more serious than I was expecting, but I guess that's what I get for listening to OMAM, the OFC is just a random interviewer, She's not important - Freeform

#Bucky #AO3 works tagged 'James Barnes/Steve Rogers'#ao3feed #stucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes #c

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kusunokihime-a · 6 years ago

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Knowing your partner well makes writing together a lot easier. Tag this with people you enjoy roleplaying with, but want to get to know better!

BASICS !

name : Sylvéra. Peeps call me Sylvie. Or Sylv. Or...silverware if you’re Cupid

age : 26 for like...another month and a day (gods no not another birthday OTL)

pronouns : She/her or they/them or...whatever, honestly

zodiac sign : Libra

taken or single : Single pringle cuz lbr I’m a Mess™ nobody wants to have to clean up

THREE FACTS !

1. I did choir all four years of high school and I really like to sing. So long as no one hears me uwu; I’ve posted a song on here before but uh...dunno if I’ll ever do that again, aha

2. I have an elemental altar in my room based on the religion in my fantasy series lore cuz I’m a nerd .w. It’s even got several real animal skulls on it! (All of which were found out and about, I can’t even squish bugs mkay - I’ve had the cow skull on it for like...fifteen years?)

3. I collect dragon and owl figurines. Not...really sure how many I have by now

EXPERIENCE !

platforms used : Tumblr, ff.net ims, and gmail ims. And I guess a lil bit on Discord. But honestly I way prefer Tumblr than anything else. Discord’s good for short stuff, but unless you make a group with a channel, going between RP and chat is a lil messy for my tastes .w. And I’ve been on Tumblr for just shy of three years, been RPing overall for almost seven, and writing in general since I was a very wee bean, like...six years old, lmao

MUSE PREFERENCE !

female or male: Don’t really have a preference, really. I’ve got all sorts on the bloggu - male, female, non-binary, trans...gender isn’t really a factor in my muses, it’s more if they intrigue me or not

least favorite face(s): I am...not sure what this means...?

multi or single : Multi. I can’t blog juggle to save my life, and...tbh I don’t really have the heart to start any more blogs from scratch - idek how I stuck with this one through its initial phases .w.;;; That stuff’s hard, man

WRITING PREFERENCE !

fluff / angst / smut : Mmm...depends? I really like dramatic stuff (not necessarily angst, but angst is also good): stuff that’s complicated, maybe political-ish (looking at , OMaM and DL). I dunno, if I’m gonna THREAD something, I want it to have depth. Consistency. That being said, I also really like fluff cuz...I have enough sadness and drama in my life, aha. Smut can be fun, but...I have to be super chill with the mun first, cuz...some experiences elsewhere have made writing it super hard at times. I don’t want a repeat of feeling used for smut, mkay?

plot / memes : Why not both? I will admit, memes are easier to just sit and do, and some have led to some of my FAVORITE threads. I don’t plot much, but a few plotted threads I have now (mostly DL with @yukaikokorowho is an angel and writes all my fave AUs with me) are just...super fun to write, and it’s nice to have some direction, though winging it is fun to. It kinda just depends!

TAGGED BY: I stoled it .w.

TAGGING: Any peeps who wanna do, so I can see what yours are!

#as we scroll [ dash game ]#who? me? [ about mun ]#long post #i can't write but here's me blabbering

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thepetericklibrary · 7 years ago

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Chapters: 14/14 Fandom: Fall Out Boy, Panic! at the Disco, Bandom Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Patrick Stump/Pete Wentz Characters: Patrick Stump, Pete Wentz, Brendon Urie Additional Tags: more characters may be added, Alternate Universe - Mermaids, Fluff, Angst, Smut, Slightly inspired by What A Catch Donnie, by that i mean, Fisherman Patrick, Farmer Patrick, Siren Pete, Mermaids are racist lol, Body Horror, Sirens, Mermaids, Speciesism, Iceland, Like the country, Heavily inspired by Of Monsters and Men, Most of this was written listening to OMAM lol, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, This isn’t like The Little Mermaid, The mermaids/sirens are scary lol, Domestic, Language Barrier, Swearing, Slow Burn Summary:

Everyday, Patrick goes fishing.

He pushes out his boat, he calls his dog, he sails out to sea, he casts his nets, and he waits, holding a fishing pole over the side.

Everyday, Patrick catches fish: He eats one for dinner, he gives one to his dog, and he sells the rest in town.

Today was different.

Today, Patrick caught a monster.

#peterick #fall out boy #fanfic #merfolk #siren #brendon urie #smut #some good shit

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ao3feed-stevebucky · 6 years ago

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And These Bright Blue Eyes Can Only Meet Mine Across A Room Filled With People Who Are Less Important Than You

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2VXPfji

by Flutieflake

Sometimes it scares Steve how much he loves Bucky.

A.K.A

Just Steve monologuing about Bucky.

Words: 240, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Captain America - All Media Types, Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Original Female Character(s)

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2VXPfji

#ao3feed #steve rogers #bucky barnes #stevebucky #stucky #steve/bucky #stevexbucky #fanfic

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bandimaginesxo · 10 years ago

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Alan Ashby Imagine

Request: "Alan ashby imagine where you hurt your ankle at warped tour so you're kinda sitting down somewhere and alan walks by and asks whys youre just sitting there and you explain and he helps you to his tour bus but you feel bad that he's not out enjoying warped bc of you but he insists he doesnt mind and he feels bad that youre not enjoying warped so he starts playing a song on his acoustic for you."

A/N: Hello! This is my first imagine I've written as official co-writer for this account. I'm very excited to be able to do this, and hope you all enjoy! On a side note, I'm sorry if this imagine isn't as lively as my others, I've been having a bit of a rough week. ~MB

As gracefully as I could, I hobbled away from the food truck. I placed my subpar nachos on the table before plopping myself on the flimsy plastic bench, rocking the picnic table back and forth. Gritting my teeth, I grasped my left calf with one hand to pull it up and extend it across the bench. I studied my ankle, which was turning a shade of blueish purple at an alarming rate. I wasn’t as annoyed that I had rolled my ankle, but more so that I had done it while at a food truck. I mean, if I was going to injure myself at the all-mighty Warped Tour, you’d think I’d have been ‘cool’ enough to do it by moshing, or something of that sort. But who am I kidding? Of course it would happen when I was trying to find a napkin to snag. Not that I enjoy the shooting pain coming from my balloon sized ankle, but I’d just hoped that if I had injured myself, I’d have a thrilling story to tell along with it, not something pathetic like twisting an ankle while at a Tex-Mex food stand.

I sighed, and felt the churning in my belly that reminded me I was hungry. Grasping a queso and black bean covered chip between my index finger and thumb, I shoved the nacho into my mouth. As soon as the chip touched my tongue, I realized my mistake. Now, I don’t know why I even expected the food to taste any good, considering how repulsive the food truck smelled, but I was most definitely not expecting the nachos to be this terrible. I mean, c’mon, how can you screw up nachos? Just buy chips and melt some cheese, toss a can of beans in, and add a side of sour cream. But somehow, this food truck managed to take a relatively simple and tasty dish, and turn in into something that even Satan himself wouldn’t let past the gates of hell. Reluctantly, I swallowed the hideous chip, and prayed I didn’t vomit. Thankfully, I was able to hold it down. I pushed the platter of nachos to the other side of the table, trying to keep as much distance as I possibly could.

Setting my forehead into my hands, I rubbed small circles around my temples with the pads of my thumbs, trying to soothe the pain from my twisted ankle and my empty stomach. I was slightly disappointed in myself. I had managed to screw up the one day I had been looking forward to all winter long. But I tried to push away the upsetting thoughts by reminding myself that I was at Warped Tour, which itself was a dream come true. I already had been fortunate enough to drop by three concerts, and pick up a few tee shirts for both my friend and myself. Closing my eyes, I tried once more to take my focus off the pain in my ankle. The picnic table jostled, letting me know somebody had decided to take a seat alongside me. I normally wouldn’t be bothered, but when the stranger made such commotion that it knocked my leg from its resting position on the bench and sent it to whack against the metal pole that sturdied the seats, I was not only furious, but also in quite a bit of pain.

“What the hell?” I snarled, snapping my eyes open to challenge my visitor. It took a moment for me to realize that the man diagonal to me was Alan Ashby, but once I understood just who it was, my cheeks flushed a dark, dark shade of red. I parted my lips to apologize, but Alan got the word in before I could,

“Whoa, sorry man.” He lifted his fingers from where they lay rested on the table, it reminded me of the way criminals have to put their hands up when a police officer corners them for arrest. But once Alan noticed my cheeks blush, I caught a smirk flicker across his lips.

“No, it’s my bad, really,” My voice cracked as I spoke, “I guess it’s the sun that’s getting to me.” I offered a sheepish smile. Alan returned it, except his was shining with confidence that I didn’t have. Thankfully, talking to a rockstar distracted the throbbing in my ankle.

“What’s your name?” Alan spoke, studying me very carefully. I was becoming a bit uncomfortable by his stare.

“(Y/N).” I breathed, still trying to wrap my head around what was going on. How the hell did I manage to luck out and meet Alan Ashby? He nodded after a moment, not bothering to introduce himself, because I had already made it very apparent that I knew him after my blushing.

“What’re you doing out here, on the benches? Pierce the Veil is just about to go on, don’t you want to see them?” I was honestly confused when Alan started asking me these questions, I had no idea why he would care about how I spent my time at Warped Tour.

“Twisted my ankle, and as much as I would love to watch the Pierce’s, I don’t think my foot would very much appreciate that.” I was quite surprised on how cool I was being in this situation.

“How’d you manage to do that?”

“I’d rather not say.” I muttered under my breath. Alan smirked again.

“You should probably go to the First-Aid Tent, don’t you think?”

I thought for a moment, before I shook my head, “It really isn’t that bad.” At once, I remembered that it was kind of odd that nobody else was crowding around Alan, but then I remembered. Nobody goes to the Tex-Mex food truck, so naturally, nobody goes to the Tex-Mex benches. I mentally thanked the cooks at the truck for being shitty chefs, and keeping the area abandoned.

“Are you sure?” Alan peered over the table to take a look at my ankle that had been returned back to its resting spot on the bench.

“Mhm. I’ll be alright.” I tried to convince Alan, but I had a hard time doing that, considering I wasn’t even convincing myself. He glanced away from my ankle, and we exchanged eye contact for a moment. Needless to say, I started becoming flustered again, and my cheeks were once more a fiery red.

“At least let me get you somewhere shaded.”

I pondered for a mere second before shaking my head. Alan frowned.

“I’m not taking, ‘No,’ as an answer. C’mon, I’ll show you the bus.”

At this point, I didn’t know what to do. I hated to tear Alan from an enjoyable day, but I also didn’t want to shoot down the opportunity to check out Of Mice & Men’s tour bus. He got up from the bench slowly, this time making sure to not jostle the table around and fling my foot into the metal table leg. He extended a hand once he got to my side of the bench. “Let’s go.” He spoke. It was more of a command than a request, so I swung my other leg around the bench, and rested the weight on my right leg to try and keep the pain at bay. Alan offered his help by slinking his arm under my left armpit, trying to keep me steady.

Alan lead me toward the tour bus, sneaking through quite a few shortcuts I had no idea existed. Of course, the scene probably looked ridiculous, Alan becoming a human crutch, and myself hopping about. Thankfully, it didn’t take very long to reach our destination. The sleek bus showed its true colors with a white ampersand painted on the side of the vehicle. My heart started to thump quickly, excitement surging through my veins. Alan pulled a key from his pant pocket, and slipped it into the lock on the door handle. Opening the door, Alan nodded at me to let me go ahead. I wobbled onto the bus, hopping like a champion up the couple of steps that to the lounge area.

“No offense, Alan, but this was not what I had expected.” There was clutter everywhere, half-empty bottles of booze, and, naturally, Star Wars merchandise everywhere. Alan laughed, and patted the somewhat neat couch for me to sit on.

“Sorry about that, there was a bit of a party last night.”

I shook my head lightly, a smile plastered to my lips as I settled on the couch. Alan took a seat on a chair opposite me, and glanced around the bus, not really knowing what to do.

“I can go, if you want. I know you’ve probably got signings and interviews to go to, friends to hang with.” I spoke, becoming rather anxious that I was being a bother.

“Are you kidding?” Alan scoffed, “You just got here, besides, Warped has just started, I have the rest of tour to be with the guys and do interviews.” I shifted my gaze from the floor to look into Alan’s eyes; they were bright and friendly, which ebbed away my nervousness. “If anything, I feel bad for you, because you’re missing out on the full Warped experience.”

I shrugged, feeling a bit uncomfortable about being pitied by a member of one of my favorite bands. I lowered my gaze back to the black felt floor. An excited grunt sounded, and I looked back to Alan, who was now walking toward the bunk area. I furrowed my brows in confusion as he returned holding an acoustic guitar by its neck. “What in the hell are you doing?” I mused, the corners of my lips tugging upwards into a smile as he plopped back into the chair across from me.

“Since you have injured yourself, and therefore cannot go to another concert, I have decided to bring the concert to you.” Alan chuckled slightly, and adjusted the guitar on his lap.

“You seriously don’t have to,” I rushed, feeling my cheeks ignite to a bright shade of red.

“(Y/N), you are not leaving Warped Tour until you have heard another concert.”

I sighed shakily, my grin growing larger and larger.

“Obviously, I don’t sing as well as Aaron, which is why I don’t sing the clean lyrics for the band, so please bear with me.” He smiled sheepishly, and then started to strum a tune on the guitar. I nearly melted on the couch once Alan started singing. It was too much, and it made my heart flutter with joy.

“What do you see when you close your eyes? How do you feel when you see it? Who is to say that it isn’t real? And why can’t we lie to believe it, to believe in something?”

I was speechless. His voice was beautiful, and so was his playing. I felt as if I was in a dream, because this was truly surreal. Once he strummed the last note on the guitar, he looked up at me, a grin plastered to his pale skin. “I know it’s not as good, ‘cause the rest of the band isn’t here to do their part, but I hope you enjoyed your personal concert.” He chirped, fanning out his fingers to stretch them from their stiff position.

“Alan, that was beautiful, I don’t know what you’re talking about, ‘It’s not as good,’ because I think it was stellar.” I scoffed, appauled of his doubt.

He smiled sheepishly, and leaned forward ever so slowly to plant a kiss on my lips, making my face turn beet red.

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