#omggg they dropped this out of nowhere!!

[theoneprecioustome]

The Answer (now titled Episode Aigis, just like its Japanese counterpart) has now been announced! With it we got the other half of this artwork... and it turns out that Makoto was looking at Aigis all along 😭

[archangeldyke-all]

okay, wait y all

EXSEV i mean how she be, toxic? possesive? maybe none of that

maybe she gonna kiss/ fuck you so everyone knows your still hers? idk

maybe you have new partner?

if this inspires you, is nlt necessary have to be what i said, maybe she is a cry baby

but if you do i die for see sev on her knees beg to have you back.

if your comfortable, kiss

omg... OMGGG okay...

(just a quick heads up! this one has a brief scene where reader vomits, so if that is a trigger for u plz don't read!)

men and minors dni

there isn't a big fight. well, that's not entirely true. you fight it tooth and nail, but sevika stays stoic, sad, and sure. she's breaking up with you. you don't understand why.

"i thought things were good-- i thought you loved me!" you shout. you're in your pajamas, had been expecting sevika to come home and cuddle you. you never would've guessed this was coming.

she nods. "they are. i do." she says.

"so then why the fuck--"

"i don't know!" she shouts suddenly. it's silent as she gathers her thoughts. "i just can't do this anymore." she says softly.

"you can't be serious." you whisper. sevika shrugs, looking down at her feet. "what happened today?" you ask. "you-- everything was fine this morning!" sevika shrugs again, still not looking at you. you scoff.

if she had said something, she would've said that today at work she narrowly avoided a knife to her stomach. she would've said that she's never been scared to die before, but today-- she was terrified. all she could think about was your face when you'd get the news. all she could think about was how she could never hurt you like that.

if she had said something, you wouldn't have stormed off to pack a duffel bag, muffling your sobs with the back of your hand.

if she had said something, you would've stayed-- told her that you're both guaranteed to die someday, that you just wanted to spend every moment alive you could with her.

but she didn't. so you left.

sevika is miserable without you. she thought she'd just be back to her old self, the person she was before you-- grumpier, quieter, more tired.

she wasn't. she was much worse than that.

she felt physically ill each morning when she woke up without you beside her. each night, she'd lay in bed awake, her mind replaying the pathetic sobs you tried to hide from her while you packed your bags that night.

each time she comes home to an empty apartment it's like a punch to her gut. her closet is bare now, without your clothes shoved up against hers. her shelves are nearly empty-- all your knickknacks and books gone.

so she starts avoiding home. starts spending more and more hours at the last drop, nowhere near ready to return to babettes. the thought of fucking someone besides you makes her sick.

she doesn't hear from you at all.

you aren't doing much better than she is, but you're determined to avoid her at all costs. the thought of seeing her makes you cry.

about a month after the break up, you bump into her on the street.

you were walking home from the market, hands full with paper bags, trying to figure out what you were going to cook for dinner.

you bumped into someone, cursing and apologizing, cutting yourself off when you look up and your eyes meet with sevika's.

you're both shocked to silence. for a heartbreaking moment, everything feels normal again, like the two of you are walking home from the market together and sevika's stopped in the middle of the street to kiss you.

you shake your head. that's not what's happening here.

you take a step away from her. "hey, sevika." you say sadly.

her heart breaks at the use of her full name. you were the only one who ever called her 'sev.' she missed the nickname.

"hey." she grunts awkwardly. you look around, trying to avoid her gaze, and let out a spiteful laugh when you see the building sevika's loitering in front of.

"back to your girls already?" you spit. sevika freezes, looking over her shoulder at the glowing neon light of babette's.

"no i'm not-- silco's here on business."

"right." you say sarcastically, taking another step away from her. "'s this why you ended it? missed 'em that much?" you ask. "or maybe you were fuckin' 'em all along. didn't want me to figure it out."

you're spiraling right in the middle of the street, all the rage and sadness and grief boiling over at the sight of sevika.

"don't be fucking stupid. you know i'd never cheat on you." she spits. you laugh hysterically.

"yeah, well there were a lot of things i thought i knew, sevika." you say. "thought i knew you were the one." you shrug. "guess i was wrong about that, though, huh?"

you may as well have ripped her heart out through her chest. she realizes then what she's done to you, how heartbroken you truly are. she has to ball her hands into fists to keep from reaching up and brushing your tears away. she bites her tongue and reminds herself that this is what she wanted.

"have a good night." you say, sidestepping her and hitching your paper bags further up your hip. "don't forget to tip your girl."

your friends take you out one night in an attempt to cheer you up. it's been a month and a half since the breakup, and you still feel just as gutted and horrible as the night it happened.

they take you to the last drop, but only after you give it the okay. you still have sevika's schedule memorized, so the only reason you agree is because you know she'll be off tonight.

it's nice to be back. sevika's coworkers greet you with smiles and hugs, telling you they've missed having you around, asking you where you've been.

you realize that sevika hasn't told them about the breakup. it makes you furious.

"she broke up with me." you say to theriam as he whips up your usual drink order. he freezes.

"seriously?" you nod. "what the fuck'd she do that for?" he asks. you try not to burst into tears at the question, simply shrugging.

"wish i knew." you whisper. "think she got bored of me." he scoffs behind the bar.

"no way, she's obsessed with you. it all makes sense now, she's been a total bitch for like... five or six weeks now." he says. "she's been miserable." he adds. you shrug again.

"yeah?" you ask. he nods. "good." you say. he chuckles and passes you your drink, telling you to have a fun night.

you and your friends dance and drink-- and for a few hours you really do manage to feel okay again. that is, until sevika walks in.

your eyes meet across the dance floor and you both freeze. sevika feels something warm bubble up in her stomach at the sight of you, and she tries to swallow it down.

she storms to the bar to drink away her feelings, downing three shots in quick succession before ordering a drink.

you keep your eyes trained on sevika, a fact she's well aware of. she can feel your gaze on her, she's always been able to. she wonders if she should come talk to you, wonders if it would be the right thing to say hello.

she catches your eye from the bar and waves shyly at you. you roll your eyes at her but wave back anyways. she has to bite back a grin.

beside her, a woman's hand slowly snakes up her arm. she's so caught up in the sight of you she doesn't notice one of babette's girls (for the life of her she can't remember her name) draping herself over sevika until the woman's purring in sevika's ear.

"long time no see, sevika." she whispers, her tongue flicking sevika's earlobe. sevika jumps in her seat, whipping around to face the woman, then back around to face you.

you look devastated.

you look... slightly green.

sevika pushes the woman off of her as you bolt from the bar, running after you.

she finds you vomiting in the alley between bouts of crying.

"shit." she says at the sight of you. she walks over to pull your hair back from your face and rub on your back, only to be furiously smacked away by you.

"get the fuck away from me!" you cry out before another round of bile forces its way out of you. she doesn't move, and your vomit splatters on her shoes. it makes you feel slightly better.

"you okay, baby?" she asks. the petname rolls off her tongue subconciously, and she cringes when she hears herself say it.

you snap up from where you were bent over, fire in your eyes as you shove sevika away from you with both hands, hard. she barely stumbles.

"you do not get to call--"

"i know." she cuts you off. "i'm sorry. it was a mistake." she says softly.

suddenly, you're bursting into tears. you bury your face in your hands and try to compose yourself, but something about sevika's presence makes it impossible.

across from you, sevika is digging her nails into her palm to keep from reaching out and gathering you in her arms. she tries speaking.

"it's not what it looks like." she says. you laugh between your cries, shaking your head.

"none of my business anyways, you're not mine anymore." you reply shakily. with a deep breath, you pry your hands away from your face, wiping away your tears and snot.

it's sevika's turn to laugh. "don't be ridiculous." she says. you blink up at her in confusion, your eyes wide and watery, and something inside her snaps. "of course i'm still yours!" she shouts. you jump at the outburst. "i can't sleep, i can't eat, i'm a fucking mess all the time. i can't even-- i can't even step foot inside babette's, the thought of someone else makes me sick to my stomach. i can't go home either-- not without you there. you're all i ever think about, and i miss you so much it hurts!" she finishes with a shout. rage bubbles up inside of you.

"then why'd you break up with me, jackass?!" you spit out. "you did that, remember? that wasn't me, that was you. none of this is my fault-- i don't even know why it happened! you left for work one morning as the love of my life and you came home that night and dumped me! i-- you-- you fucking broke my heart," your voice cracks, "and now you're acting like it's my fucking fault!"

sevika is silent. this is the last thing she ever wanted. she broke up with you to avoid this, to avoid the horrible heartbroken look on your face, to avoid the way your hands are shaking uncontrollably by your sides. it occurs to her now, with you sobbing uncontrollably in front of her, that maybe leaving you wasn't the best way to keep you safe and happy. maybe you needed her as much as she needed you.

she thinks about it for a second, how heartbroken she would've been if you'd dumped her out of the blue with no explanation. she thinks she'd probably have gone on a murderous rampage.

oh shit, she thinks as she watches you storm past her back into the bar, i've made a horrible mistake.

sevika spends the rest of the weekend working on 'operation: win you back.' it goes something like this:

on monday morning you get to work and find an envelope stuffed in your locker. you open it curiously, it isn't signed or addressed, and you wonder if it's an old paycheck your manager forgot to give you.

inside is a five page handwritten letter from sevika. upon seeing her handwriting, you scoff and crumble the letter up, throwing it back in your locker and slamming the door.

that night, though, as you're shoving your coat on to leave for work, you can't help but slip the ball of paper into your pocket. you tell yourself it's just to take it home to throw away, but you know it's a lie.

you read it in bed that night, sobbing. the letter is unfiltered and rambling, you chuckle a few times at lines you can practically hear sevika speaking out loud in your mind.

"i think i fucked up," is one of your favorite lines, second to "i'm never going to be able to stop loving you."

the letter details everything, the near death miss you'd never known about, the way she had a panic attack in the back of the last drop afterwards, her mind imagining your heartbroken wails as you get the news she's died. she writes about how miserable she was without you, how everything seemed to get dimmer, how food lost its taste, and drinking lost its fun. she writes about realizing how much she must have hurt you, how sorry she is for being so careless with your heart.

you fall asleep with the papers pressed against your chest.

on tuesday, you wake up to someone knocking at your door, a deliveryman with a bouquet you needed to sign for.

when you take the flowers inside you open the card in the front. it simply reads, 'have a good day. S.'

on wednesday, you bump into sevika as you leave work to start your walk home. she avoids your gaze as she asks to walk you home. you say yes, heart melting at the awkward way she's rubbing the back of her neck.

"how've you been?" she asks you. you chuckle and shrug.

"goin' through a rough patch with my girlfriend, so you know. things could be better." you say.

you don't miss the grin that grows on sevika's face when you refer to her your girlfriend. she doesn't mention it, and you don't either, but you do reach out to snatch her hand into yours.

she doesn't kiss you goodbye when you get home, but she does hug you for a solid three minutes, breathing in your scent, soaking in the way you feel against her body.

god, she'd missed you.

nothing happens on thursday. at least, that's what you think until you get home and see sevika waiting outside of your front door with takeout in her hands. you raise an eyebrow at her.

"i don't remember inviting you over." you say. she shrugs.

"you don't have to let me in. just wanted to make sure you were eating right." she says as she hands the bag of food to you.

you consider her for a moment, then roll your eyes.

"come on." you say, as you unlock your door. "i don't have any whiskey but i've got some beers in the fridge."

the two of you spend the night catching up on the couch. sevika tells you all the crazy work stories she hasn't been able to tell anyone for nearly two months, and you do the same.

after a few beers, you both start talking about what went down between the two of you. sevika apologizes profusely, going into great detail on how she's going to make it up to you, how she's going to rebuild the trust she broke. you roll your eyes, trying to keep the tears from falling at her words.

"what?" she asks. you scoff.

"you're gonna make me cry again." you huff. "don't you think you've done enough of that lately?" you ask wobbly as tears start to bubble up in your eyes. sevika takes a shaky breath beside you.

"don't cry." she demands. "'cause then i'll cry." you laugh, and lean forward to bury your face in her chest.

sevika freezes for a moment, before reaching up to curl her arms around you, holding you against her as both of you cry.

you make her sleep on the couch that night, because you're still feeling a bit butthurt.

but in the middle of the night, you wake up cold and alone and acutely aware of sevika snoring twenty feet away from you. fuck it you think as you get out of bed and shuffle into the living room, nudging sevika awake.

"wha-?" she blinks awake. "you okay, honey?" you melt at the nickname.

"come on." you say, turning to walk back to your bedroom.

sevika sits in confusion for a few moments until you call for her from bed. "come on, sev!" she sprints into your room, diving into bed and giggling as she curls up in your arms.

on friday, you wake up with sevika on top of you, snoring away, right where she belongs. you breathe in the smell of her shampoo, press a kiss to her scalp, whisper sweet nothings into the top of her hair.

she wakes up somewhere between your "i love you so fuckin' much." and your "you're such a fuckin' asshole for making me pay rent all on my own."

"jus' move back in with me." she grumbles, still half asleep. you laugh.

"signed a year long lease." you say.

"so break it." she groans as she picks her head up to look at you, shuffling off your tits to lay beside you on a pillow. you turn over to face her, your noses brushing together.

"and wreck my credit? what'll happen next month when you break up with me 'cause someone shoots at you?"

it's quiet for a second, and you sigh.

"sorry. that was fuckin' rude." you grunt out. sevika shakes her head.

"it's cool, i deserve that." she says.

"it's not cool. not after last night. and this whole week. i get it, sev. i get why you did it. it just..."

"really fucking sucked of me?" she guesses. you giggle.

"yeah." you say. she smiles.

"so let me move in with you." she says with a shrug. you gawk at her. she shrugs. "i'll break my lease. i just wanna... be with you. if you'll have me."

"your apartment's half a block from your job!" you say. she shrugs. "and the shower here sucks!" she shrugs again.

"yeah, but you're here." she says easily. tears start welling in your eyes.

"okay." you huff out. sevika beams. "but i reserve the right to actually fucking murder you if you break my heart like that again." you add on. sevika grins.

"of course, baby."

you were gonna make her wait a few more days to kiss her again, but you can't keep yourself from leaning forward to kiss her breathless right then and there.

sevika's crying when you pull away.

"what's wrong!?" you ask, panicked. she giggles and pulls you in for another quick kiss before she speaks.

"nothing. i'm just so fuckin' happy you're mine again."

the two of you spend the weekend moving sevika into your apartment.

the space starts feeling like home with each box of sevika's stuff you unload.

you sleep soundly for the first time in weeks on saturday night, after sevika'd spent hours eating you out.

on sunday, she takes you out for dinner and a walk in the park. unbeknownst to you, sevika's 'win you back' plan had one final bonus step titled 'if things go well.'

you're in the middle of rambling to sevika about the book you're in the middle of reading when she stops in her tracks. you pause and turn around to look at her.

"you okay?" you ask. it's just the two of you in the park this late at night. you and a few geese swimming in the fountain pond beside you.

"i--i was gonna wait til we had a house together." sevika says. you furrow your brow in confusion. "but these past two months made it crystal clear to me that if there's ever anyone in this world who'll get me-- it's you." she says. you frown, unsure of where she's going.

"baby what--"

"and i-- you know, i'm trying to tell you my feelings now. all of them." she says. you nod, encouraging her to talk but still completely unsure of where her train of thought is headed. "so... right now-- and honestly probably for years now-- i feel like i want to marry you. and know it's probably a bad time to do this because we just broke up, but... i feel like i don't wanna wait anymore to make you my wife." she rushes out. you blink at her and she shrugs. "you don't have to--"

she's cut off by your hysterical laughter as you double over in front of her. "you're proposing!?" you gasp out. she nods in confusion. you burst into another round of laughter. "sevika!" you laugh.

"what?"

"this is a horrible time to propose! and you're not even on one knee! and you don't have a ring! you're crazy!" you say between laughs. she frowns, looking down at herself like she's just now noticing these things too. she pouts. you take a moment to compose yourself, wiping away your tears of laughter and standing back up to your full height. "you're lucky i'm fuckin' crazy for you, too." you say, leaning up to kiss her pout away.

"is-- what-- does that mean...?"

"yes. i'll marry you." you say, nodding. sevika blinks, then grins, tackling you onto the grass beneath you and kissing you breathless.

"i love you so fucking much." she says against your lips.

"i love you too." you say, giggling up at her. "good job sharing your feelings."

"yeah?" she asks you, pride shining through her voice. you grin and nod.

"definitely."

"i'm sorry i didn't do it right--"

"i don't care." you cut in. "i mean-- you're definitely getting me a ring, and a nice one too!" you say pointing up at her where she hovers above you. she nods enthusiastically. "but-- it was perfect. i mean it was horribly unromantic and i think i'm laying in goose shit right now, but it was you, you know? i'll always say yes to you." you say, grinning. sevika melts above you.

"you're the best thing that's ever happened to me." she says. you smile. sevika leans down to kiss you, not even caring that the hand she's holding herself up with is squishing a pile of shit.

hell, she'd eat shit if it meant you kept giggling and kissing her like this.

so, overall, the breakup was shit. but it ended up being one of the best things that's happened to either of you.

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@lesbeaniegreenie @fyeahnix

[6okuto]

hellooo nia ^^ congrats on 4k!!!!! big milestone fs fs :flushed:

could I rq a couple relationship hcs for Vere from Touchstarved with an easily flustered s/o who (haha) secretly enjoys it? orrr some jealousy hcs from the fluff alphabet with him 👉👈 whatever u wanna do if its one or both or none idk TwT

he's been wracking my damn brain the last couple weeks istg-- anyway I hope this isn't too much to ask or anything. thank you sm if you end up writing for this one, have a good dayy :]

gn!reader, suggestive | HELLAUURR!!! i did both. mwahahaha. & thank u very much i love any opportunity to see 420(0) so that was quite fun. i hope U have an awesome day/week ^_____^

i'd say don't let him figure this out but that's quite impossible. he's Going to pick up on how you lean into his touch and how you never have a serious tone when you tell him to stop and how your eyes always seem to flicker over expectantly, searching for his next move.

he's going to have a field day. like eventually. Eventually he calms down but for the first few days he won't stop seeing how much he can fluster you

will walk up from behind and wrap an arm around your waist, casually tapping his fingers against you.

gets sauce or something on his fingers and licks it off a little too languidly to be normal while catching your gaze. will do this if you get something on the corner of your mouth. obviously.

you're not looking at him while responding or explaining something and he gently tilts your chin up with his index finger and says something about the Importance of Eye contact. he rests his chin in his hand and watches you flounder for 3 seconds before continuing

vere lets his gaze linger as he looks your outfit up and down and when you're covering your face and telling him to stop looking at you like that he goes Like what?

would let his top slip off his shoulder as if it isn't already unbuttoned and smirk when you notice. he won't move to fix it either. obviously

someone tells him to chill out because you look like you're going to explode and he gives them and you a look / knowing smirk. "Stop? i think they're enjoying it though. Aren't you, hon?" he purrs. STOP!! GAH...

Jealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

hahaha. i haven't played in a long time so my characterization is fuzzy. i'm teetering between vere not getting jealous easily because he knows you're together and he's incredibly confident the person you're talking to is nowhere near his level v. him being more on the possessive(?) side because you're one of the only people he's close to What is that person doing.

i'll land on that i don't think he gets incredibly jealous,,, at least not easily! he Is confident in himself and your relationship,, plus he can tell when 1) you're trying to rile him up 2) genuinely oblivious to whatever the person's trying to do or 3) uncomfortable with the situation

no matter what i can imagine him coming up to you and getting your attention again, maybe sparking an introduction while he doesn't drop eye contact with the person in front of you.

vere doesn't have to try hard to be very menacing, and he casually gets you away from the situation. the ease he has facing the person is telling enough that Yes you're in a relationship and Yes he Is better and more important than them and No he isn't afraid to start shit if they do so Back off

if you were just trying to be a Brat. well. you've got his attention and you'll face some consequences for sure!

in a more lighthearted situation where you realize ?! omg were u jealous. omggg.... he deflects and says of course not. he just thinks that person was annoying and you had better things to do. he Will swoosh his tail at your face if you bring them up again (he is pouting a little bit.)

serious situation he checks to make sure you're feeling fine and gets you Out of there! will say the day is free for both of you to do whatever you like, and he stays closer for the rest of your outing

@lost-lonnie @mitskiologist

[my-castles-crumbling]

Hey Cas

Chill anon here

Ok So update since I haven't in a long time and it's really shitty so story time! 🙃

Basically C was treating me like absolute shit.. she wouldn't prioritize our friendship and then she would go hang out with those bitches and making vvvv hurtful jokes about queer people

They are uneducated as hell and their only mindset is that "gay people can only like the same sex" and then they would go and bully...not bully but say things like "oMg yOu ArE GaY"🙄 to girls who are "gay"... C was never involved int he bullying but it hurt me that she made friends with these people

After that, whenever me and C started talking I started to drop hints about how her so called friends are not good people and I know she was annoyed by it.. but she never said anything...

Now one day me and C are talking, and I had come out to her as ace before.. maybe she forgot about it.. so basically me and her were talking and out of nowhere being the person that she is.. she started to flirt with me.. which is fun but it came to sex and I was uncomfortable so I told her that I was uncomfortable and she knew (I thought she knew) that I was ace and her response was "Shut up you are not asexual...This pan shit was fine but asexual you are not"

I was really hurt by this obviously cuz she was literally telling me what I should and shouldn't be.. and that really really hurt me

And then I uk sat down one day repeating our conversations and turns out she used to invalidate me a lot and I never noticed it ik that's bad but oh well... she is basically borderline homophobic

So, me being the person that I am.. I wrote evth in a letter (which was heart wrenching and shouldve made her cry since I cried over her) and gave it to her on Monday and told her to read it at home and to talk to me the next day

Monday evening, S (ny other bsf), she calls me and tells me that C has read my letter and she read it in fucking skl in an empty classroom and when S went there and she saw C crying and she told me that C was "angry and said that I overreacted over nothing"

On Tuesday I'm nervous as hell uk panicking.. and she doesn't even fucking come to me...during recess she tells me to come over to her place.. both of us knowing she wanted to talk to me but I didn't go bc one of her "friends" was sitting there.. I was really pissed and I was like "Fuck her, if she wants to talk to me she'll come to me I'm not going to her"

Next day, Wednesday she tells me to go with her during recess and I'm uk bracing myself for the worst

Her first sentence is "Wtf did u write and give to me"

Me staring at her blankly and just said "Wtf did u not understand"

So she goes on to say that I overreacted over nothings she said and I quote "Why did u make a big deal out of such a small thing... You only joke about being asexual and then call me out saying that I make "hurtful" jokes.." And I went on to explain evth how I had to cover it and say that I was joking bc I wanted to protect myself

She was pissed with me that why did I tell my friends about the letter and she started boasting about how she didn't tell her friends... BITCH IF U TOLD UR FRNDS I WOULD BE OUTED! I tell her that I told then bc I feel safe around them and they accept me and her response was "Re they also like ThaT" I knew she meant quer but bitch couldn't even say the word and I responded with "Look some of them are.. I'm not going to tell u who is and who isnt" I said this bc I didn't want to out my frnds and she alrdy knew abt I think 2 or 3 of them anyways

Basically in the whole conversation she was like why did u overreact and I repeatedly told her that it wasn't "overreacting" and it hurt me

I was so fucking angry.. but I tried to keep my calm and I think I did.. bc that bitch is just soooo annoying OMGGG

She also fucking said "I have a broken humor.. I'm going to make jokes.. stop taking it to heart" and I said "It may be a joke to u but it isn't a joke to me.. ik u r uneducated-" "Yes exactly so I can't understand this" "Ik u can't understand this but C this doesn't give u the right to joke about things u don't even know.. things you don't even have an idea about" after this

The conversation led to her joking habits and just as we were talking about it she suddenly remembers that she made plans to hang out with another frnd of hers during recess and she runs and tells me to go with her.. so we reach to her "friend" and they started talking so I left and recess got over... so we couldn't finish the main part of the conversation and tht again made me angry and frustrated

In the next lesson (which was our last lesson of the day.. we had a half day skl" she writes on a paper "What is pan and what do you identify as.. I want to know better" I obviously explained it but I was confused to say the least bc SHE DIDNT EVEN SAY SORRY ONCE DURING THE WHOLE CONVO!

I THINK she thinks that we are friends but I can't keep on pretending.. I don't wanna be friends with some1 as toxic as her and she is a basic bitch.. I'm going to distance myself from her.. be mere acquaintances as best

Bc Ik she won't change.. she doesn't see me as a person.. I'm another Variable in her data i.e. im just another number in her number of friends.. she doesn't see me for who I am and I don't want to go through that.. honestly sometimes I feel like I deserve better

For her it's easy to chose another bsf bc she knows wayy to many ppl

And honestly, forget abt me some1 should fucking fix her bc she won't be able to face life... evth is just a joke to her

Humor is important in life yes.. but other than that seriousness and discipline is what will decide ur career and shit..

I'm over her definitely... I just miss the person she used to be .

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Hi!

I'm so sorry this happened but honestly I'm so proud of you for setting boundaries. That's a hard thing to do, and it takes a lot of guts. It sounds like taking some space is a good idea. <3

[maramirror11]

Neon Wings

These are just my thoughts on this AMAZING series and I don't have someone to dump this so here we go.

Spoiler warning for both The Neon Barbarian and Neon Wings.

I've never done this and English grammar isn't my strong point.

I wasn't expecting a sequel for TNB. But the world was too interesting to not make more. So, I was surprised that NW went in a different direction. It's Raven's story and it SHOWS.

I love how the audience is able to witness Raven's past and compare it with the present.

I enjoy making the backstories of Listeners based on the little information we have. However, it feels different to just hear about their past from BE THERE to understand what they went through.

Because for me the two series are one big story. Of course, you can see one and not the other. Still, it hits different when you see both.

I like the idea of Crow not going back. It'll defeat the purpose of the story. (Don't get me wrong I LOVE CROW, I MISS HIM). Yet, if he comes back, it'll be awkward since Raven is different. Time has moved on and he will be stuck in the past again.

For me, Raven changes from being someone open to knowing new people to becoming this person with emotional walls. In both she's still kind and a badass, but it's different.

It took her TWO days to give Ivan the pie unlike with Crow that it took a few hours to invite him to her house.

One of my favorite parts of this series were the moments Raven had a panic attack. Sure, almost every video has loud banging or shooting noises.

But with these ones, you can FEEL how UNCOMFORTABLE she is. How there is nowhere to run, no way to get the sound quiet down. How the sirens and shooting noises never left her head as she just stayed there, incapable to do something.

The way music is used is another favorite part. Out of Touch means so much for her, both good and bad. I forgot the music was playing WHILE Crow was being shot.

That's why in her nightmare, after Ivan gets shot, it sounds a distorted version. It's the story repenting itself all over again.

Just for her to claim the song while they fight against Luke. Love the detail. The final song Chicago was *chef kiss*. It's a new song for a new life and it fits PERFECTLY.

ALSO, THE FIGHTING AND SOLO SCENES OMGGG. You KNOW what Raven does and what they do to her, from hand to hand combat to guns.

Also, there are many scenes where she doesn't interact with anyone and still understand what happened. Like when she goes back home from the incident and just drops to her couch/bed.

Lemme talk about Ivan. I was surprised with Ivan's attitude. He is always calm and never actually cursed. I thought that his reaction to Raven's old job was something he was OK with but couldn't participate.

He's so kind with everyone and his struggle NOT TO drop facts about the things he likes is relatable. HE'S SO AFFECTIONATE WITH RAVEN AND PALOMA, I LOVE HIM.

At the end, he curses and gives effective strategies to kill the other mercenaries. On top of that, he ended up shooting someone, so I think I didn’t give Ivan enough credit.

The fact that he has a kind heart, doesn't mean he's not brave enough to protect the ones he cares about. They became The Power Couple. Relationship Goals indeed.

It was a hard task to give Raven another love interest since Crow is so loved by the fans. And I admit it was handled very well. For both Crow and Michelle.

I appreciate how Michelle is not a competition. For me, she had the right to be upset at the beginning. It was a dangerous and new situation. She just wanted to protect her family.

Probably Ivan talked to her and explained the situation better, since Michelle doesn't blame Raven again at the end.

My question right now is, WHY Raven took Ivan with her??? He can't run and doesn't have that much experience in combat.

Maybe they felt safe with each other. I mean, Raven IS a mercenary and fought 3 armed guys alone. Also, why was she so open to listen to Luke? He knows most about Para M and would benefit from her death. I still need to give it more thought.

There are still some things that kept me thinking about the other stuff that weren't shown. One is that Danny is never brought up again. I understand that she was not as important as Crow in the story but STILL.

She died saving her identity from Louis and now Raven takes care of her cat. I just wonder if Danny was for Raven, another victim of the circumstances or they were friends.

Also, the disaster that created the super genits (i'm sorry if I wrote it wrong) is never brought up again. But I think it's because it takes place far away from the original incident. Something that is never stated as well, are Danny and Crow buried somewhere?.

Lastly, I always keep this writing advice in mind. Characters of a story can't be the same at the beginning and at the end. The scene that brought me that thought was when Raven got shot. I'm pretty sure she couldn't hear Crow's words before this moment.

Seeing him one last time and being in the situation she wanted for so long, it shows how much she grew. Raven from the beginning would've accepted to die.

But she couldn't, there was something worth living for. Raven had her closure with her past and now it's ready for the future. IT MADE ME EMOTIONAL 😭.

Now Raven can live her life again the way she wants. She leaves her old name and life behind. Not seeing the next sunrise but to enjoy it as well.

It's like those stories even if you get spoilers, it's not the same as experience it.

That's all.

[hismercytomyjustice]

9 People You Want to Get to Know Better

I was tagged a hot minute ago by @ valentinaonthemoon and have been meaning to do this for ages!

Last Song: There Will be Sun from Groundhog Day: The Musical. The music for that show is SO FUCKING GOOD. I was trying to decide on a oneshot fic title and spent like 20 years looking through all my music before finally settling on this one. Wanna give honorable mentions to Daisies by Black Gryph0n & Baasik and Deal Maker by Tyto-Cat because I have been listening incessantly to both over the past few days. So fucking good!

Favorite Color: Teal! Though I also have a soft spot for rose gold.

Last film/show: Most recently have been rewatching Community. God, that show is such a fucking treat. Watched this compilation of best Dean moments earlier today too and almost injured myself by laughing. Also, shoutout to Jim Rash as a fellow, exceedingly rare native Charlottean! I've also been making my husband watch Gravity Falls after somebody corrupted me. I s2g that show just keeps randomly resurfacing in the back of my head like some kind of hypnotic cryptid. I didn't hyperfixate as hard as my friend did on it, but damn if I don't keep hearing its siren song when I least expect it... Rewatching it is def a delight tho. I'm seeing now why folks are so enthralled by the writing for it, now that I'm more aware of the foreshadowing along the way! Also omggg we're about to rewatch Summerween which I absolutely adored the first time!

Sweet/savory/spicy: Sweet!!!

Last thing I googled: Lmaooo. Fucking "jabba the hutt play doh set" because I watched Chris James's most recent Pawn Stars video and was trying to figure out whether or not the guy selling one had gotten fleeced.

Last Book: *immediately proceeds to forget everything they have ever read* Umm... I've mostly been reading fanfic as of late. But the most recent book I started was Beneath the Surface: Killer Whales, SeaWorld, and the Truth Behind Blackfish by John Hargrove. LPOTL did an episode on SeaWorld a few weeks ago and mentioned it, so I picked it up. As for the last book I finished... I think it was Assistant to the Villain by Hannah Nicole Maehrer. Really enjoyed it and have the 2nd one near the top of my fucking mountain of a TBR pile... I lost my mind and bought way too many books over the past few months...

Relationship status: Married for almost 5 years now! We were extremely lucky to get married right before Covid hit. So many of our friends had to cancel their weddings because of it. My anniversary is coming up next month! But I've been with my husband for just a few weeks shy of 11 years now!

Current Obsession(s): Hazbin Hotel. Hit me out of nowhere like a fucking sniper bullet. All because Spotify was like "hey, you like musicals, here's a few new songs for your daylist!" I knew literally nothing going into it except that the songs were catchy af and, well, I'm in too deep now... Spotify got me... Interview with the Vampire. This multi-fandom blog is actually a Assad Zaman appreciation blog in (a terrible and super obvious) disguise... Hands down one of the best shows I have ever watched. I am straight up feral over it. It is simultaneously hysterical and absolutely fucking devastating. Everyone involved in it is so passionate about the work too and it shows! I have written fucking essays on here about season 2. I can guarantee you when Season 3 drops, I am going to be even worse. I will never fucking emotionally recover from 2.05 or 2.07 BECAUSE I DO NOT WANT TO. Phantom of the Opera. I have been obsessed with POTO for...fuck...almost 20 years now? (jfc i am old) I saw the 2004 Movie back in high school orchestra, and I can still remember the instant I felt the hyperfixation take root. Masquerade. I wore the DVD out, I wore the soundtrack out (my little brother, who had never fucking seen it knew the words to the soundtrack). I read the book. I read Phantom by Susan Kay. I read The Angel of the Opera. I (fucking unfortunately) read The Phantom of Manhattan (hands down a waste of a perfectly good tree, I am still mad about this book literally 20 fucking years later). I researched the Paris Opera House. I wrote POTO fanfic… Ramin Karimloo is hands down my fave Phantom though. And I absolutely adore the Royal Albert Hall production. I'm so fucking glad they filmed it. Musicals. I have seen...so many fucking musicals live. Phantom of the Opera (4x), Les Miserables (2x), Wicked (2x), Mary Poppins (2x), Annie (2x), Hadestown, Six, Legally Blonde, Moulin Rouge, Beauty and the Beast, The Lion King, The Little Mermaid, Aladdin, Hairspray, Beetlejuice, Hamilton, Big Fish, Mamma Mia, Anastasia, The Book of Mormon, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, Dear Evan Hansen, Fiddler on the Roof, RENT, A Gentleman's Guide to Love and Murder, If/Then, Jekyll & Hyde, Miss Saigon, The Great Comet of 1812, The Bodyguard, The Color Purple... Those are all just the professional live shows I have seen. And I'm pretty sure I'm forgetting some! I've seen even more via high school/college productions. Not to mention movies/recordings. Or musicals I've only listened to the music of but haven't actually seen! Pacific Rim. My other forever obsession. It was the fandom I wrote my most fics for prior to Hazbin Hotel. My first fic on AO3 is one for Pacific Rim, lol. I s2g, those two bitchy, gay, neurodivergent scientists have lived rent free in my head for over a decade now... Those motherfuckers are constantly at each others' throats, but they did not even stop to question whether or not they would be Drift Compatible... They make me fucking ill. I have genuinely lost count of the number of times I've watched the movie...

Tagging: Absolutely no pressure at all, but tagging @asymmetricjest, @person-of-varying-obsessions, @theeladymystic, @gourmet-trash, @quartzthequat, @moonmaiden86, @ladyrevealedofcloak, @marionrav, and @batteredrugosa!

[deluluwonderland]

Peeks...hi hello, so we can ramble about our crossfandom agendas here? 👁️

If you don't mind me— i have MULTIPLE of them, and would love to share about the multiple brainrots i have about them. heck i even made a whole very self-indulgent casual modern college au for them because i terribly need to shove all these characters in a single room and see what happens

I'll try to keep my first ask short tho, so I'll just drop my agendas and then maybe elaborate on them more in future asks? if that doesn't bother any of you-

(just a heads up, I'll be talking about characters from enstars, genshin and danganronpa!)

So first of all, my main and favorite duo (the one which started the whole college au mess)— my two favorite characters from two games i like, leo tsukinaga and lyney! :]

I have TOO MANY thoughts about them for it to fit here...so i might ramble about them another time. But please think about them for me 👉👈

Next one i am very insane about is the fontaine twins and 2wink because??? I am not the only one to see the multiple parallels between them right??? Especially lyney and hinata??? Both pairs of twins have such a similar past too— grew up on the streets by themselves (fontaine twins because parents died, 2wink because they ran away) and had to perform to earn money to survive

Then there's once again lyney, but with kokichi (danganronpa) this time— it's less i want them to interact, and more like holy fuck why the fuck are they WAY TOO SIMILAR??? they even have the same japanese va....

It all started september 1st 2023, when i was rambling about lyney to my friend who knows nothing about genshin (but was into dr with me), and she pointed their similarity out

And ever since then, i have not been over it at all

(scrolls back up, see: "I'll try to keep my first ask short tho", dies a little inside BECAUSE ITS ALREADY GETTING SO LONG I AM SO SORRY...i am normal i swear (i am not))

OK BEFORE I FINISH I JUST HAVE TWO MORE— do you know the fanganronpa dra? Because I've had a leo and yamato friendship agenda for so long now. I just think they would be the best of friends, because they have a lot of similarities imo? They're also both my faves from their respective medias so,

BUT RECENTLY I'VE ALSO BEEN THINKING OF YAMATO AND FREMINET INTERACTING...because they're both somewhat into machines right? So I'm just thinking...yamato acting like some sort of older brother/senior/mentor figure to freminet? I don't know??? I think it has the potential to be cute and wholesome

OK I THINK THAT'S IT I AM SO SORRY FOR JUST. popping out of nowhere...but finding a blog about crossfandoms just! Made me excited because i am very passionate about my brainrots about it...hope you guys don't mind! Have a nice day :]

OMG OMGGG OMGOGGNAJDHDJKAS YEAH NO ITS COMPLETELY FINE TO GIVE A LONG RAMBLE!! HONESTLY THIS MADE US SO HAPPY!! DEFO FEEL FREE TO ELABORATE IM SO CURIOUS ABOUT THE COLLEGE AU HELLO???

putting under a cut bc this can get long, but also MINOR warning for genshin main story spoilers + enstars spoilers regarding 2wink specifcially, again its minor but still!

'' my two favorite characters from two games i like, leo tsukinaga and lyney! :] ''

I LOVE LOVE LOVE THOSE TWO AS WELL!!

THEY WOULD BE SO FUNNY AS A DUO, im pretty sure leo would love lyney's shows and even made a song based on them a few times, they would be very inspiring!!

as friends i think lyney is the oddly 'sane' one of the two, usually, in a casual normal day lyney has to put idealistic leo in place, honestly

BUT i also feel like in a way leo can ground lyney, bc that guy is someone who lies a lot, its all for a purpose, even someone's good, sure, he even puts on a happy facade bc thats what everyone likes

but all that has GOT to be exhausting and he's surely been in a place where he's just lying to himself even, saying whatever nonsense with a fake smile. leo might be childish but idk i feel like he tell when someone is at their limit like that, ground him back to the truth but not harshly

ykno?/w??/ ajdhasjkdsah am i making sense?? i sure hope so but i will defo be keeping them in my thoughts thank you

'' Next one i am very insane about is the fontaine twins and 2wink because??? --- Especially lyney and hinata??? ''

YEAH I SEE WHERE YOURE GOING WITH HINATA AND LYNEY HONESTLY

LIKE... IVE BEEN TRYING TO READ UP ON 2WINK LORE, I NEED TO READ THAT ONE ! ERA STORY BUT I HEARD WHAT HAPPENED?? DUDE??? HINATA WAS NOT DOING WELL AND I CAN ONLY HOPE HE'S CURRENTLY FINE

THEY BOTH FEEL SO MUCH RESPONSIBILITY AND GUILT FOR THEIR YOUNGER TWIN :((( HINATA WAS LIKE ALSO ANOTHER PERSON WHO PUT ON A HAPPY HAPPY FACADE, AND WOULD CHANGE WILLINGLY CHANGE HIMSELF AND SACRIFICE JUST FOR YUTA??!?? :((( THEN WITH LYNEY ALWAYS TRYING TO TAKE THE GUILT FOR ANYTHING BAD HAPPENING, TRYING TO HANDLE EVERYTHING HIMSELF FOR HIS TWIN + FREMMY NOW :((

TWINS MAKE ME SAD BRO, THESE FICTIONAL TWINS WANT ME DEAD

trust me lyney and hinata both gush about their younger siblings together, then lynette and yuta at the same time elsewhere are complaining about the trouble their elder got them into over tea hasjdhajksfha

'' Then there's once again lyney, but with kokichi (danganronpa) this time— ''

ahh yeah yeah! i remember seeing like, fanart of lyney and kokichi back when the fontaine vas where announced, but man thats a while ago now... BUT YEAH THEY ARE SIMILAR, LIARS, LIARS, PANTS ON FIRE

irl i hate liars sm but in fiction they scratch my brain so much, theyre so... interesting... give me more...

actually on the topic of same vas, wasnt there someone in genshin who had kiibo's va? i cant recall who tho, maybe it was just a random shitpost...

'' you know the fanganronpa dra? Because I've had a leo and yamato friendship ''

'' BUT RECENTLY I'VE ALSO BEEN THINKING OF YAMATO AND FREMINET INTERACTING... ''

hmmm im only familiar with official danganronpas unfortunately, so im afraid i can't comment much, but still by all means encourage you to tell me more about them!! since i know nothing about yamato, please tell me more about how you think these characters interacting would go? :o

please please please give fremmy more people to look up to and to encourage him, he deserves all of it and all the love and care!! imagining him building robots with someone else makes me ahsdkjashdkjahskdjahsjkhasjk EXPLODES /pos

~mod Star

[realisticjojoxreader]

Omggg if ur really taking x reader reuqests...... can u mayb write something about joot turning into a baby?? and like... mayb he has star plat like carry him over to u.... and he wont let u put him down......... plz plz 🥺🥺

*one finger on the monkey's paw curls in*

jotaro x reader (??), part 4, 1.1k

“Look,” says Josuke, voice imploring, “I need you to watch him for, like, ten minutes tops. I gotta go find who did this to him.”

You look down at the toddler Josuke is trying to hand you, wondering why the kid looks so fucking pissed off. He’s gotta be like three, max. What does he have to be so angry about? “Did what to him? Piss him off?” When you grab the toddler, he clings to the front of your shirt, probably because Josuke was holding him rather precariously. Even though you're now holding him securely, the furious scowl doesn’t leave his face. Maybe he’s just a grumpy baby. At least he's cute.

“He’s 28,” Josuke says, not even looking at you as he scans the area. “He just got turned into a baby. Look, it’s complicated, can you just make sure he doesn’t die before I can change him back?”

28? “Oh my god, is this your hot cousin?”

“My hot nephew,” corrects Josuke. “But yeah. Have fun!” And with that, he’s off, jogging down the road toward only God knows where.

The kid’s tiny hands tighten on your shirt and you look down at him, chuckling at his furrowed eyebrows and exaggerated pout. What a drama queen! “So are you still yourself but in the body of a baby, or are you just, like, a baby now?” You figure it can’t hurt to ask, even though it seems unlikely that this is really Jotaro. Then again, you’ve seen Josuke magically fix shattered doors, so who are you to say what is and isn’t possible?

“Ora,” says Jotaro, looking about as murderous as a chubby toddler can look.

“Is that a yes, or…?”

“Ora!”

Okay, this is getting nowhere. “How about you blink once for yes and twice for no?” He blinks once. Wow, alright, we're getting somewhere. “Okay. Are you still yourself?” He blinks once again. “Alright then, do you want me to put you down?” He blinks once yet again so you oblige, gently setting him down on the ground. You’re glad for it, honestly, because he was kind of heavy.

You stand back up and put your hands on your hips, wondering what to do now. Josuke probably expects you to stay here so he can find you again, since neither of you have cell phones, but what are you supposed to do in the meantime? Jotaro’s still himself as far as you know, so it’s not like you have to entertain an actual toddler, but you still don’t want to just stand around doing nothing. Maybe there are some fish in the canal nearby that the two of you can look at. Jotaro’s a marine biologist, right? He probably likes fish.

That in mind, you take a few steps toward the canal, peering into it.

Unbeknownst to you, since your back is turned and also you're normal, Jotaro has summoned his stand, which is larger than him but still far smaller than you. Star Platinum lifts Jotaro about two feet off the ground, heading towards you with the wobbly gait of a child who just learned to walk.

When you turn away from the canal to check on Jotaro, you see him floating in midair, getting closer and closer. “What the fuck?” you ask, but you don’t move, simply holding out your arms to receive the baby.

Star Platinum hands over Jotaro with a self-satisfied smile, but you can’t see that.

“Changed your mind, huh?” you ask Jotaro, who blinks once at you, because you’re an idiot who still hasn’t realized that babies (and all humans, actually) blink once all the time. It’s called blinking. He wasn’t answering you—he was just blinking normally. You, of course, are still totally clueless, talking at this toddler like he knows what the fuck is going on.

Jotaro leans up and grabs a fistful of your hair, tugging on it a little harder than is comfortable. “Ora ora,” he says petulantly, still looking pissed as hell. That’s pretty normal for him, though, so you don’t pay it any mind.

“This is kind of nice,” you tell him, lightly pinching his cheek. “You’re really cute—ah, what the fuck!” Did he just bite you?!

He did! He just bit your finger like a real toddler would!

“You’re a real piece of work, dude. Just ‘cause you look like a baby doesn’t mean you get to act like one. You’re 28 years old, man, get it together,” you tell the toddler who can’t understand you, drawing (quite justified) concerned looks from a couple walking by.

Frowning even further, somehow, Jotaro pulls harder on your hair. You grab his wrist and gently pull it away from you, because that shit hurts.

That was, apparently, the final straw. When your arm gets within range, Jotaro launches a counterattack, biting your arm with all of the strength in his tiny toddler body, which is far more than you would’ve expected. “Ow, fuck!” you yell, flailing, dropping Jotaro in the process.

Star Platinum is, unfortunately, too slow and too clumsy to catch its user, so Jotaro lands like a sack of potatoes on the concrete sidewalk. He, of course, starts to wail.

It only then occurs to you that there was perhaps an issue with your ‘blink once for yes’ system. Jotaro may, in fact, actually be a toddler.

Mortified that you injured what could be a real child, you take a step toward him, arms extended to check the extent of the damage. He doesn’t seem to be bleeding or anything, which is good. Your arm certainly is, but you probably won’t bleed out from that, so you don’t worry about it. As long as you don’t fall into that dirty ass canal or something, you’ll be fine.

Unfortunately for you, Star Platinum is smaller, yes, but not much weaker than its usual self. Especially not when its target is a normal ass person who can’t see Stands and hasn’t gone to the gym in six years. When you get too close to the (still sobbing) Jotaro, Star Platinum rears back and punches you right in the solar plexus, hard as it can.

Since you can’t see Stands, you’re completely blindsided when something knocks the wind out of you and sends you flying right into the aforementioned dirty ass canal.

“Oh my God!” a voice shouts, one you recognize as Josuke. “Are you okay?”

“I’ll live,” you croak out, “As long as there’s no flesh-eating bacteria in this water.” I, uh, won’t tell you if there is or isn’t flesh-eating bacteria in the canal, but you might want to go to the hospital, just in case.

“Cool,” says Josuke. “I found the guy, so I’ll be taking Jotaro. Thanks for your help!” And then he just fucking walks away, the asshole.

[lunaekalenda]

omggg that last piece you did got me wondering: how fast do you think the titan shifters would move in with their s/o?

hii! oh thats maybe a good one hmm

i think eren will wait until his s/o is ready, like he would drop the thing like "we could move together someday" and just wait until he sees the other person also wants to!

reiner will like to move with them as soon as possible, once they had spent nights with him and they went too holidays together, knowing more or less how the life together is. he doesn't want to dissapoint his s/o

berth is too shy to ask, but he would also like them to move with him fast.

annie maybe will wait longer, until her s/o met her family and viceversa, and she knows that livong together will we comfortable.

idk why i see zeke as someone that spends more time ln his s/o house than in his, so he basically moved there -helping with bills and food and that- slowly. like he started to sleep there more often until he is literally living there lol

pieck will discuss all the important aspects with her s/o, things like bills, food and buying furnitures, for example. she wants to be ready for it and she thinks about every small detail.

porco just wants to spend the most time possible eith his s/o, so he will casually start to invite them to his house more often, and one day, out of nowhere, he will be like "well maybe if we have just one apartment for the two of us is easier to bear the expense..."

well this are my opinions jdhjas

[bellamyblakru]

You caught me doing something dangerous and flipped out (lancelot / merlin)

EKKK I FINISHED THIS OMGGG. thank you so so much for sending this prompt in mor sksksksksk this was so much fun to write and im so happy to get back into writing (for a minute at least 😂). my mercelot heart loved every second of this, so i hope you enjoy it as well🥺💖💖it is very merlin-centric but i hope that doesn’t ruin the experience!! thank you again🥺💖

you can read it here or on ao3!!💖

Merlin stumbled up the stairs into the castle, scarcely aware of his panting echoing loudly in the empty corridor. He knew that he should be throwing himself into Gaius’s room, shutting the door, and sleeping this off, but he couldn’t make it that far. He needed somewhere to go—and fast. He felt the wound pull with each step, the blood soaking his shirt and pants enough that he couldn’t remember what color they originally were.

Lancelot is going to be furious with him.

——————that morning——————

No one was smiling this morning as Merlin made his way to the throne room. A sort of silence had fallen around the castle like a leaden blanket, and Merlin feared that it did not bode well for anyone.

Things have been fine lately, happy almost. Of course that couldn’t last—when could they ever just be at peace?

He pushed open the throne room doors as quietly as he could, peering inside to see most of the knights already assembled staring at the map with matching frowns.

As he walked closer, Eylan and Leon looked up briefly to smile and nod at him before returning to the map, and he realized Gwaine, Percy, and Lancelot were nowhere to be found. Going to his place behind Arthur, who stared at the map with such heat that Merlin was surprised it didn’t burn up immediately, he asked quietly, “Where are the others?”

Arthur jerked up and spun around toward him, surprised evident on his face, “When did you get here?”

Merlin let out a small laugh, “I told you I can be quiet when I want to be, sire.”

Arthur narrowed his eyes and huffed, “And you never want to be quiet during hunts? Even when I ask nicely?”

Merlin gaped, “When do you ever ask nicely?”

Arthur smirked, “Fair enough.” he sobered up before continuing, “The others are coming back from a quick patrol I sent them on this morning. When you were collecting herbs for Gaius, a citizen from an outlying village came sobbing about rampant magic wielders killing everyone they come across in the name of freedom.” He shook his head in disgust, “I sent Percival, Gwaine, and Lance to escort the villager home to retrieve his family and friends to bring them into Camelot for safety. They should be back soon with news.”

Merlin swallowed hard at the thought of more magic being used for evil, for destruction. How can he ever show his friends, especially Arthur, how good magic can be if they only ever see it used for pain?

He nodded sharply in reply, masking his face of any sign of distraught, and calmly walked back to the pillar he normally leans against during audience and council meetings.

Moments like these were the hardest. Where his lies buried themselves so deep in his soul that he could feel himself failing to reach the surface for air. He will dream of the pyre tonight, he knew, and will be forced awake with the sound of his own choking from asphyxiation. He will stay awake for hours after, staring into darkness, wondering how much more of his own kin he will have to slaughter before they can claim true liberation. How much blood on his hands will he need to be considered the monster everyone believes him to be with this power?

He felt himself tremble with the thoughts. Looking around the room flooded with the late sunlight, he narrowed his stare at his friends discussing plans around the table, and begrudgingly felt his panic kick in. The trapping feeling suffocating any breath he had—he was trapped, and it was a cage of destiny’s own making.

His eyes darted from door to door, the urge to run, fast and far away, becoming almost unbearable and inescapable. He was considering excusing himself with some bad reason when the door slammed open—knights and the villager in tow.

Lancelot’s eyes immediately snapped to his, and Merlin knew then that he couldn’t, wouldn’t, run—not when Lancelot’s first look towards him was filled with such a deep understanding and sympathy.

Lance knew everything and didn’t think him a monster, and that is what kept him from darting every time Arthur called him useless, or dumb, or threw something at him. He wondered then if Lancelot would run away with him if he asked. Would the knight’s loyalty be tested or would he simply stand by his King without batting an eye? He would never ask Lance to make such a decision, though.

The knight was his closest friend, his most trusted confidante, and every day Merlin ached with the knowledge that Lancelot bared his secrets alongside him. If Merlin was to burn, Lance would be on the next prye.

Merlin refused to let that happen.

He snapped himself out of the daze he fell into, eyes refocusing on the knights speaking with the King. Merlin watched how Lance’s glance kept flicking his way, and when Merlin met the barely concealed worry within them, he tried to give a reassuring smile. However, Lance’s frown deepened—Merlin sighed, And here I thought I was good at this facade.

“..gathered all the others and placed them in a large tavern in the lower town. They should be safe there,” Percy told Arthur, who nodded in response.

The villager was shaking, Merlin belatedly realized, as he looked at Arthur’s chest to speak next, “M-my family appreciates your efforts, s-sire.”

Arthur grimaced, “No need to thank me. I wouldn’t want any more of my people hurt from these maniacs.” He stepped forwards, placing a hand on the man’s shoulder, “Go now. Rest with your family, I will make sure you are all seen to, properly.”

The man sputtered his thanks and dropped into a clumsy bow before turning around. Merlin, unable to stop his feet from moving, quickly walked forwards to catch the man before he disappeared, “Sir?”

The man froze, still shaking, as he looked up to Merlin with confusion. Merlin continued, “Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

The man gave him a gentle smile, seeming to relax with Merlin’s presence, “I’m alright, young man, thank you. I appreciate your concern.”

Merlin gave a tentative smile, aiming for charming and warming, “If you ever need any assistance, I live with the Court Physician. Ask for Gaius or myself, and we will be there.”

The man clasped arms with him, a crooked smile forming, “I’ll keep that in mind. Thank you again—thank you all.”

Merlin watched him go, unease in his gut. He didn’t know what it was about the man that made him uneasy, but it simmered long after the villager left them alone in the throne room.

Merlin turned around to see the others talking amongst each other and he made it to Lancelot’s side just as Gwaine began talking.

“Princess, I’m telling you: no one seemed scared! Only that man’s family seemed a little unsettled, and even then, it seems suspicious to me.”

Arthur rolled his eyes, “Do you expect them all to be sobbing and cowering? Of course they are putting up strong fronts! If my home was under attack, I know I wouldn’t want to show fear. I would rather be fighting against the attackers than hiding away in some strange town.”

Gwaine didn’t reply, but Merlin knew that Arthur’s answer wasn’t enough for the knight. Merlin stayed quiet, though, already calculating when he should go out to take care of this. Arthur ruined his calculations with his next proclaiment, however.

While rubbing the bridge of his nose, the King sighed out, “We will go as a group tomorrow to face them. Gather the provisions tonight, prepare the horses with any protection we can gather in the short amount of time. We will meet in front of the stables at first light.”

And with a ‘Yes, sire’ muttered by everyone, Arthur dismissed them.

Merlin didn’t hesitate to beeline for the door and escape before Arthur ordered him to do anything—he needed to think of something, and rather fast at that.

Merlin found himself on top of the battlements, staring at the horizon that seemed too far and much too close all at once. He usually found himself here to clear his mind. The view made him feel alive, more connected to the world, and, most importantly, he didn’t have to hold such a tight grip on his magic this far above.

No one ever came here besides him.

With a sigh, Merlin loosened his hold and let his magic out through his nose with his breathing. His skin seemed to stop crawling from the inside out, the sky looked more blue, and the air felt sweeter in his lungs. It had been too long since he could let go and he knew part of his trapped feeling had to do with his magic being stifled within his veins for too long. He took a deep breath, willing his magic back in slightly, and he laid down looking up towards the sky.

The sun will be going down soon, and Merlin figured he will be leaving after dinner to approach these rouges himself to handle them before it got the knights killed. He glared at the sky when he realized he couldn’t ask Lancelot to come with him—not again. He has endangered that man’s life quite enough just by breathing, and with his hope to keep Lancelot safe for as long as possible, he just couldn’t bring himself to ask. Lance would say yes, like always, but Merlin cannot—will not—actively put him in harm's way.

Merlin shuddered thinking of a life without Lancelot in it, and, well, it was simply unfathomable.

Lance was his rock, his reason to keep fighting when shit hits the fan, the only person who constantly sees Merlin for who he is and does not cower from it. Lancelot embraces every part of Merlin, flaw and all, and Merlin would be completely lost without him in his life. Lance swears that Merlin is the bravest man he ever met, but was it out of bravery or selfishness that Merlin faced all these threats alone? Merlin didn’t know, and he didn’t want to think too much about it in fear of the true answer (even though, deep down, he knew his answer was one he didn’t like).

So, the plan was rather simple: leave Camelot at dusk, talk or fight with the rouges, and make it back before sunrise.

It sounds easy enough.

A few hours later, after successfully avoiding Lancelot’s knowing gaze and delivering the King’s dinner, Merlin set out to the nearby town. He knew it was only an hour or two away from Camelot, so he snuck out of Camelot, grabbed his mare Honey, and set off briskly. His mare knew the drill by now and obliged easily, especially with Merlin’s magic soothing her with each gallop.

Soon, Merlin entered a clearing close to the town’s borders. He tied Honey a good distance away, leaving her some food, and took a deep breath before walking into the field. That uneasy feeling returned in gut and he knew this wouldn’t end well.

Just as he thought that, five hooded people walked out to meet him in the middle of the large clearing.

“Emrys, it’s good to see you again.”

Merlin squinted in the dark, “Again?”

The man laughed, throwing his hood back, “We met a few hours ago. I hope I left a good enough impression to be remembered.”

Merlin rolled his eyes, “Of course it’s you,” he scowled at the villager he met earlier today, “Why would it be anyone else? Why did you seek aid with King Arthur if you are part of the problem?”

Merlin was fairly certain he knew the answer already, but he needed time to access the power of each person here. The one on the left held the most potential, magic coming off her in waves, but the rest were mediocre at best, if the last person had anything at all but small tricks up his sleeve.

The man was in the middle of explaining what Merlin was sure to be an “ingenious” plan to get close to King Arthur when he interrupted, “How did you hide your magic from me? You know I’m Emrys and all, so you must realize I can read you magical abilities by proximity, but I didn’t sense it on you originally. So, how?”

The man blinked, and then glared at Merlin for his interruption, “I have a pendant that covers my magical scent. It’s been passed down through generations. My mother gave it to me to get close to the King…”

Merlin tuned him out again, pondering such an artifact. It would be useful to him against more powerful creatures, but he wondered if it hurt at all or if he could use that instead of shoving his magic deep down everyday.

When all the sorcerers looked at him expectantly, Merlin frowned, “Did you ask something?”

The powerful one spoke up this time, her voice much stronger than her peer, “We asked for you to join us, Emrys, to bring peace to our lands once more. To restore magic, free our people, make you the rightful King.”

Merlin flinched slightly, “Rightful King? I am no King. Arthur is the once and future King, the rightful heir to the throne and the only man I will serve. But I had a feeling you knew my answer already, so why try this?”

The woman shrugged, a small wicked smile on her lips, “Proving your loyalty in the flesh is a nice incentive to make it easier to kill you—the most powerful warlock or not, you are still a traitor.”

Merlin rolled his shoulders, “Let’s dance, then, shall we?”

It was brutal, to say the least, as Merlin limped back to Honey trying to ignore the blackened, scorched earth and bloodied bodies scattered about. He looked down at the wound in his abdomen and debated whether he should just stay over night or make it to Camelot before light. He completed the first two steps of his plan, he might as well continue with it. So with a painful moan, Merlin hoisted himself on top of his mare, who neighed upset at the smell of bad copper, and willed her to go back home. He didn’t have the strength to hold the reins, not when both hands were being used to staunch the blood flow.

He swayed with the frantic galloping, trying to forget the pure malice on the villager's face when he stabbed him when Merlin was off guard for a second. The villager had taunted to kill Merlin’s knight when he was done with him after he managed to stick the knife and that’s when Merlin’s magic exploded out of him. His magic responded with his emotions—and when Lance was threatened, his heart stopped beating for a second before the world exploded in a blinding white light. No one survived after that blow.

Merlin was barely conscious when he made it back to the stables, but he was able to sneak back in the way he came out—completely unnoticed by the guards, even with his blood loss, Merlin knew how to get in and out of Camelot quietly and quickly.

Merlin stumbled up the stairs into the castle, scarcely aware of his panting echoing loudly in the empty corridor. He knew that he should be throwing himself into Gaius’s room, shutting the door, and sleeping this off, but he couldn’t make it that far. He needed somewhere to go—and fast. He felt the wound pull with each step, the blood soaking his shirt and pants enough that he couldn’t remember what color they originally were.

Lancelot will freak out when he sees him, but Merlin had no other choice. Limping, he blindly remembered the route to Lancelot’s room as he clung onto consciousness with every fiber of his being.

Just a few more steps. Lance will keep you safe—he always keeps you safe.

With his vision narrowing with the blackness crawling in, Merlin quickened his steps and landed in front of Lance’s room. He collapsed, hitting the door with his body, and the last thing he saw was Lance’s terrified expression before he welcomed unconsciousness with a sigh of relief.

——————

Merlin woke up, wincing from the ache in his body, and blinked a couple times at the ceiling before he remembered what happened. He quickly sat up, and then immediately regretted the action when the room started swaying.

When he managed to calm his breathing and dizziness, he leaned against the headboard of the bed and his eyes found a still awake Lancelot, who was staring blankly at the roaring fire.

“Lance?” Merlin croaked out, his voice dry and scratchy like he had been screaming for hours.

The knight slowly looked up from the fireplace, and Merlin saw how red-rimmed his eyes were.

“Lance, I’m—“

He threw his hand up, stopping Merlin, and stood up to start pacing in front of the bed. Merlin watched, heart aching, as Lance tried to work his breathing into something less panicked, less terrified.

He stopped abruptly, spinning to look at Merlin. They held the stare for a moment before Lance started glowering at him, “Merlin.”

Usually, the way Lance says his name gives him butterflies, not that he ever admitted that to anyone, but this time made him look down in shame and he started absentmindedly picking a loose thread in the knight’s blanket. Merlin realized then that he was completely cleaned, in Lance’s small clothes, and there was a glass of water next to the bed. Merlin’s heart warmed at the actions, but when he looked back up to see a still fuming Lance, Merlin scooted forwards to try and grab the man’s hand.

Lance let himself be grabbed, and Merlin pulled him onto the bed in front of him as whispered brokenly, “I’m sorry I scared you.”

Lance huffed, his anger still not dissipated, “Merlin,” and said warlock looked up to see waring emotions in the knight’s eyes, “I was more than scared. I was...terrified.” He shook his head, using his free hand to wipe down his face, “I couldn’t find you after the meeting, so I searched the entire castle for you. I knew you were planning on doing something idiotic, but I didn’t realize you would do it so soon.”

Merlin heard Lancelot’s breathing hitch before he continued, “I thought maybe you went out for more herbs, or that Arthur had you working overtime and that's why I couldn’t find you. I-I couldn’t sleep when I figured out that you must have gone without me. And I know you can handle yourself—Gods!” He stood up again, anger and fear and pain in every movement, “I was so scared, Merlin! Do you know what it’s like to know your best friend left you behind on some self-sacrificing quest for some reason? Is it because you don’t want my help? You would rather risk your life over and over again without me at your side as backup? Am I that horrible?”

At Lance’s frantic questions, Merlin felt the tears falling down his face as he vehemently shook his head no.

Lance saw this, stopped moving, and whispered, “My heart completely stopped for a moment when I saw the state you were in. Merlin,” he let out a small, broken gasp of air, “I thought this time that I-that I would lose you. And I can’t—“ he covered his mouth when a strangled sort of sob escaped him, the anger bleeding out to utter exhaustion.

Merlin blindly reached out for Lancelot’s hand again, pulling him back down to him, and they stayed like that, intertwined, for a few moments before Merlin had regained enough strength to talk.

While rubbing Lance’s knuckles with his thumb, Merlin quietly spoke, “Lancelot,” he waited until the man’s beautiful brown eyes met his, “I cannot lose you.”

And when Lance opened his mouth to say something, Merlin plowed on, “I should’ve told you that a long time ago. You-you keep me centered. You make me want to live, Lance. Not survive, not exist. Live.

I never had someone who looks at me the way you do, who knows all the dark shit about me and continues to look at me the same way. I make mistakes, constantly. I hurt people, Lance, and it kills me a little more each time. I hurt my own kin to keep Camelot safe, to keep you safe, and I ache knowing that I damned you with me. That’s the worst pain of all. I was born damned, but you? I dragged you into it, and I will not allow you to be set aflame alongside me. I refuse.

You deserve a life without this extra burden I force upon you. I am cursed with this life, but you have the ability to turn a blind eye, to not be feared for simply breathing.”

Merlin felt the bed shift, and his brief thought that he finally drove his only true friend in his life away was squashed when Lance sat next to him, pulling him underneath his arm. Merlin’s tears came back when curled into Lance’s side, his hand on the knight’s chest feeling his heart beating steadily.

Lance stroked through Merlin’s hair softly, “Merlin,” and there were those damn butterflies again, “I choose to stay at your side. You are the best person I know. And before you deny it, I know you are forced to make hard decisions every other day, and I know you are the most powerful warlock to ever exist, and, in spite of those facts, who you are, at your core, never changes.

You can burn cities down with a flick of your wrist, you can harm anything or anyone with barely a thought, you can overthrow Arthur at any moment, but you know why you don’t? Because, in your heart and in your soul, you are a good, beautiful person. You see the light when others only see the dark, you defend those who cannot fight for themselves, you love so deeply and unconditionally that everyone you meet can’t help but adore you.

So, no, I will not let you pick for me who I chose to love. I picked you to stand by, with your magic and all, and I will always pick you. If you wanted to leave Camelot tonight, I would pack my bags without hesitation. You did not damn or burden me, love. You are all that I believe in, and I will never turn my back on you.

I will be by your side, for as long as you want me, to whatever end. If we burn tomorrow, then we burn together. I’ve made peace with my decision a long time ago.”

He kissed the top of Merlin’s head when he finished, pulling him closer to let him cry onto his chest while rubbing the warlock’s back. With his free hand, he wiped away his own tears before grabbing Merlin’s loose hand.

“So...” Lancelot said, trying to lighten the mood a bit, “if you leave on some self-sacrificing mission without letting me help you again, I will tell Gaius on you.”

Merlin gasped dramatically, leaning up on Lance’s chest to look him in the eyes, “You wouldn’t dare!”

Lance smirked, “Oh, I would.”

Merlin gaped, the smile breaking through betraying his false exasperation, “Fine. I’ll bring you with me next time, but promise me one thing?”

Lance softened, nodding, and Merlin laid back down listening to the knight’s heart beat as he spoke, “If I tell you to run, you will run without hesitation.”

There was silence for a moment before Lance responded, “I cannot promise that, Merlin.”

Merlin frowned, looking back up to see Lance’s eyes already on him, “I cannot promise that because I would rather die than leave you alone during a battle. Even if the odds are stacked against us, I will never leave you behind. If I run, you run. If you fight, I fight. We are in this together, Merls.”

Merlin couldn’t stop the tears from falling again as words sank in fully, “To whatever end, huh?”

Lance smiled softly, nodding, “Let’s get some rest. After almost scaring me to death, I am completely spent.”

Merlin went still, preparing himself to leave the warmth of Lancelot’s body, but Lance tilted his chin up as he asked, “Stay the night?”

Merlin beamed, wrapping himself completely with his knight. He fit into Lance’s side perfectly, like it was always meant to be the two of them against the world.

And when Merlin drifted off to sleep, with Lance’s hands still rubbing his back, he felt lighter than he had in years. And for the first time in a long time, no nightmares plagued his dreams.

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Pumpkin!! 🧡🧡🧡 Hello, my dear friend, thank you so much for your endless interest & support!! 😍😍 And for giving me a reason to re-read GWTE, which I haven't done for a loooong time!! 😂😬 (But, the good news is, it low-key got me inspired to hurry up & finish it!! 😏) BUT - in the meantime - here's some BTS info from my re-read under the cut, which is a lot - fair warning - since it's a 4 chapter fic & counting!! ❤️

LOL I forgot how stressful it is coming up with names for random extra people in fics, I hate doing that LOL But I did think it was important to open with Red NOT being a merciless crime lord who kills anyone who displeases him, cause - while he does have that side to him when necessary - that's not who Red is or wants to be.

I liked including that little moment with Red & Dembe about the parallel parking. I love those father/son & brotp moments for them, they're just the best. I tried to sprinkle those in wherever I could in Red's POV in this fic.

I loved the mental picture of Liz - with glasses & beanie a la The Harem - just leaning casually against a bookshelf the first time Red sees her... & he's immediately captivated, just like in canon. Especially with her eyes, I can't NOT write any version of Red that is not completely blown away by Liz's eyes, I mean, come on I also thought it was important that he thinks she's much younger than she is (intentionally part of her persona) & I'm looking forward to writing the reveal of her true age in a later chapter.

I loved writing a Liz that instantly challenges Red, already having heard about him (& more than that, as revealed in chapter 2) & point blank telling him she may refuse the job bc she has a say too. I liked keeping - & even amplifying a little - that dynamic from canon!Liz of always surprising Red & keeping him on his toes, all while he's trying so desperately to stay ahead of her & impress her.

I LOVED writing the brush pass scene - that moment where Red realizes he has officially underestimated her - & LOL I completely forgot I wrote that part about the condom LMFAO wow past!Coda, mighty daring of you 😂😂😂

Plus, I couldn't help the bonus bit about her stealing his phone & tossing it to him to end the chapter, that was just so fun to throw in there!!

I liked opening chapter 2 with Red still thinking about Liz, just to show how she captured his attention, even before he finds out she's been stealing from him. And I liked writing that revelation without any anger on his part, with him understanding it wasn't a full-scale attack on his empire, she's just a thief taking well paying jobs where she can get them, & instead it just shows him how talented she is. I thought that was an important thing to clarify before moving forward.

I LOVED writing Red & Dembe surprising Liz in her apartment, especially the part with Red's snooping & being confused & surprised by what he sees there. I loved kind of creating/designing Liz's apartment to showcase her true self, not her "young thief" persona that Red falls for at first. I wanted it to be clear that Red is fascinated by her seeming duality from the start (canon LOL) as well as just straight-up attracted to her (also canon LMAO).

Also I gave Liz a loft apartment cause I've always loved those!!

And I LOVEDDD writing Red super confident about surprising her & looking forward to taking her off guard by settling in on the couch & all that macho man stuff, only to be rendered fucking dumbstruck when she comes downstairs with no pants on lmfao & I included that little detail of her usually wearing a knife on her leg to show she's not to be underestimated 😏 & I couldn't help but throw in there Dembe kicking the back of the couch, that made me cackle lmfao

I think the truce was important to establish asap bc I didn't want any secrets or lingering animosity between them. That's for canon 😒 Only flirting & sexual tension here, thank you very much.

I had to include Red being a gentleman & asking if she wanted to get dressed, but I also couldn't resist Liz being confident & careless about it, while still hiding tactfully behind the counter. I thought that was a cute exchange.

lmfao of course, I included their coffee preferences being noticed by the other, I think that's an obligatory thing in any Lizzington fic ever, I'm so guilty of that lmfao

I loved the idea of Red being ready to start on a classic Red's Blacklister Presentation but Liz once again stops him in his tracks (while still secretly being impressed by his presence, of course, & I even accidentally switched POVs for no reason to include that?? nice Coda lmfao) as well as trading barbs & quips with him while Red feels awful & guilty at any accidental slights bc he can't bear to insult her.

AM&R vs. AR&M whoops typo lol

I liked the little snippet of dark!Red we see in their conversation of consequences for his enemies, that way Liz sees a little bit of what he's capable of & Red sees how she's not phased by it.

And that last little flirtation & wink to finish the chapter - lol can't resist

Ooooh, I loved switching to Liz's POV (fully ha) for chapter 3, I enjoyed describing how head over heels she is for Red already, that was fun. I liked writing about her lil movie day & chores she's completed, as well as fleshing out her AU past a little with Sam & her young grifting experiences. And her burning her popcorn while daydreaming about Red cause... same 😏

Ooooh, phone conversations are always so fun to write between them, I love trying to get that perfect mix of joking & sincerity & flirting & pining & pressing the phone close to their ear.

I thought it was important to keep (or rather re-invent, since TPTB seemed to drop it like a hot potato 😒😒😒) Liz's intense interest & respect for psychology, especially as a reason for being attracted to Red, since it kind of mirrors one facet of his interest in her. Not to mention Red thinks at first that it's just a useless, do nothing degree for her LOL

Ohhh, I loved establishing that mutual respect & friendliness between Liz & Dembe early on, that's such a fave of mine, I've always loved their friendship & thought it had a lot of potential. Liz loves & respects Dembe for keeping Red safe & Dembe loves & respects Liz for being so dear to Red.

Ugh, I LOVED writing Liz so completely disarmed by Red's relative state of undress at his safe house (paralleling her pants-less parade in chapter 2, of course) bc sameeeeeeee girl.

I also had fun writing Red blabbing on about some story as he often does, meanwhile Liz has already picked the lock on the safe, once again impressing & surprising him while she admires his different passport pics. That was so fun.

And I loved the quick shift to just a little animosity between them with Red insulting her lockpicks & Liz flaunting her thefts from him. I think those little spats give a little electricity & tension to the relationship, even if they blown over quickly, which they always do. And the fact that Red apologizes & they shake hands & make up is very refreshing to me (since they never fucking do it in canon lol fml) & also it's an excuse to write a little teasing physical contact & sexual tension 😁😁😁

And damn, I forgot how fun it is to throw a little teasing jab in there at the end of a chapter, just for fun - probably bc I'm allergic to multi-chapter fics & never write them lmfao wow

Ahhhhhhhh. I remember how much fun I had writing this whole restaurant scene, partly bc it was a difficult & long process (trying not to make all the flirting & physical movements repetitive while fitting in all the necessary dialogue in a semi-non-boring way lol) but also bc it was so fun writing their back-and-forth while seated at a table alone with nowhere else to go & nothing to distract them. I also wanted to take the opportunity to show Red's genuine interest in her as a person & let them spend some quality time together for the first time. I loved the idea of them losing track of time & Dembe having to come interrupt them with a knowing smirk. Also I def referred to the Olive Garden website for the food they ate cause I'm lame lmfaooo

I thought it was cute to throw in that Liz almost couldn't find Red when she arrived but for the fedora marker he placed out for her & then when she's leaving, she can feel his gaze on her the whole way out. Little parallels like that are my guilty pleasure 😁

Omggg I forgot about the end of this chapter, I remember I wanted Red to surprise Liz yet again & I thought the dessert snuck into her bag was a cute touch. Plus, tiramisu is a favorite of mine 😋 I also tried to make the vibe of this phone call a little softer & more tentative, not so much on tender hooks with lots of tension as the previous ones have been, showing how they're getting used to each other & falling in love at a break neck pace lol

Welp, that's all 4 chapters that are posted buttttttttt a sneaky look at my document that I haven't opened for an embarrassingly long timeeeeeee shows my sketch for the rest of the fic which revealssssss....... a detailed 10 chapter map with an epilogue!! Wow, I forgot I sketched everything out in such detail, this isn't too bad, maybe I should actually write this 😂😂😂 And I promise I will, hopefully sooner rather than later!! ❤️❤️❤️

Well, there you go, Pumpkin, I hope that didn't take you too long to slog through & there was something enjoyable in there for you!! 😂 Thank you so much for your interest again, my lovely friend, & getting me excited about this fic again!! 🥰 Much love to you, always, Pumpkin!! 🧡

Fanfic Writers: Director's Cut

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omggg if we can, can we get a short something where daddy james deals with his dumb lil baby stevie? cooing at him softly? kissing his face, making him giggle happily? something soft? pleeeeasee, miss k? *looks at you with begging puppy eyes*

Don’t manipulate me in such a soft sweet way! 😈

James knows Steve leaves him the moment he opens his mouth to squeal where he shakes underneath the older man and... nothing comes out. 

“Oh, sweetheart look at that, there you go,” James encourages, voice rough like sandpaper but not as rough as his hips are slapping against the bottom of Steve’s thighs. His eyes drop momentarily, groaning as he watches Steve’s dick drool and sputter where it lies on his belly, come mixing with even more come. He watches as it spills over Steve’s side, watches as it dips into Steve’s navel, his belly button. 

The look on Steve’s face is what ultimately makes James come, always is. Eyes glassy, neck arched, jaw slack-- Stevie baby looks like he’s been fucked stupid and it’s all James’ fault. Even in this fucked-out state, one that James knows his boy is deep into, he still does what he can to pull James in when his Daddy comes, arms and legs scrambling and clutching. 

The moments after sex are always much gentler and hushed. Sex between the two of them is hot and chaotic and somewhat aggressive. Very rarely are there times where they take things slow from start to finish. Scratches, shouted demands, firm grips, growls between teeth, bitten-off curses-- the time they spend fucking is vastly different than the time they spend directly afterwards. 

These are the moments where Stevie baby is so goddamn soft and lets his Daddy treat him as so. No fighting, no huffing, no resistance. Just these saccharine moments that James never tells anyone he holds close to his heart. 

“You’re pretty far gone aren’t you, baby?” James purrs after he’s cleaned Steve up with a warm washcloth. They’ll shower once Steve comes to, warm and hot. James is certain he’ll have to tell Steve they can’t go another round tonight. 

Steve giggles in response, a light airy noise that makes James smile in kind as he listens to it bubble up out of Steve’s mouth. He kneels down onto the bed, wraps a hand around Steve’s ankle and tugs gently until he’s laid out on the flat of his back. 

“Listen to that,” he coos, crawling syrupy slow up the length of Steve’s body. He lets his lips trail over different patches of skin, hot under his lips, so sweet. He gives little kisses to special parts of his baby’s body: the inside of his knee, his prominent hip bone, over his nipple, his collarbone. The kiss he smacks onto Steve’s cheek is dramatic and wet and it makes Steve squeal. 

“Daddy... James,” is all Steve can sigh, arms doing their best to reach for James as he saddles in close to Stevie’s side. His movements are uncoordinated, messy, and James huffs out his own chuckle, guides Steve’s struggling hand to the side of his neck. Steve pouts, makes a sad whimpery noise that turns into an adorable purr once he’s able to grip Daddy’s neck, turn and curl into him. 

“Look at you, y’not a puppy--you’re a kitten. You my kitten now?” James teases lightly into Steve’s temple. It would never make Steve giggle outside of this situation but it does just that now, another sugary sweet noise that Steve presses right into James’ neck. James wants it as a tattoo, right there. 

“I’m... m’not a kitten, m’your...m’a puppy...”

“Oh yeah? My dumb little щенок?” 

“Daddy...!”

James is soft for the way Steve sounds in these moments. It isn’t quite baby talk but the fight in Steve’s voice, the urge to defend, is nowhere to be found. It’s light and airy and boyish and James wants to gobble him right up. 

When Steve nuzzles further into James’ neck, he turns his body fully to press into James chest to chest. James squeezes his boy all over, grabs for a thigh and wraps it tight around his waist. Steve murmurs nonsense words into James’ neck, arm around Steve’s neck pulling him in tighter. He peppers lazy kisses down the side of Steve’s face, holds his baby close. 

Steve will come back to himself fully within the next hour. It’s not as if James will lose this version of Steve because it’s always there underneath layers that Steve has felt he’s needed to build up over time. James will just have to work harder for it, work harder to pull this sweet nugget forward past the hellion that is at the forefront of Steve’s mind. 

And that’s fine. It’s all fine. James adores the fiery bratty side of Steve as well as this side of him, the side that has Steve suckling onto James’ neck without possibly even realizing it with bitty noises and grabby hands. 

Steve wouldn’t be complete without these opposing sides of himself, his mind, and his attitude. But James would not be complete without Steve. This is a fight, a give and take, that James is more than willing to have in his daily life. 

“Love you... love you, Daddy,” Steve breathes, hand running up through James’ hair, the back of his head. James’ chest aches. 

“Love you too, Stevie doll.” 

[ajokeformur-ray]

Imagine Joker coming back from work exhausted and drenched because it’s raining very hard outside. His love welcome him with a hot bath, some massages because he has aches and then lying in bed together, petting his hair as the rain is tapping on the windows 💕

OMGGG 🥺 this is exactly what he deserves; someone who loves him for precisely who he is!! <3

He had come home hours ago, green dye running in streaks down his rain soaked skin, his greasepaint running in a kaleidoscope of white, red and blue. It all collected into the teal collar of his shirt, and you knew that it would be a pain for you to wash it out. 

But it didn’t matter - none of it mattered, for your Joker was home.

Your Joker was home.

You had welcomed him home with a hot bath. He had eased himself into the water the way he had eased himself into the love which you shared; slowly and then all at once with a weary sigh, his head lolling back to rest on the cold porcelain of the bath, the long column of his neck exposed, stained with four different colours; it was like what he had brought into your life - colour which exploded across your skies and left you so completely breathless. As he had lain there in the bath, you had massaged his scalp while you had washed his hair, massaged his shoulders. You had worked from head to toe to soothe your exhausted clown and his quiet moans, huffed giggles and gentle touches all thanked you for the man so tired that his tongue felt like lead in his mouth.

Now, you laid together in bed, Joker’s head cushioned on your chest, your fingers in his damp hair, nails lightly scratching against his scalp, his skin, to raise goosebumps. He was laying atop you, his legs entangled with yours and his body entirely sunk into you. Oh, but you were the world’s comfiest mattress, his favourite place to find rest. His arms were beneath your back, squeezing you to him. Rain hammered against the windows and you watched raindrops chase one another, blurring and mingling into bigger drops which ran off the gutters and window pane. 

This was such a serene, quiet moment carved out of the chaos which was reality, and you knew that you wouldn’t want it any other way.

“I love you, Joker. I love you so much.”

A sleepy murmur, a clumsy kiss to the space where your heart pounded out a tattoo against your ribcage, and Joker slept.

You followed him not long after, protected were you by the warmth of the duvet which seemed to perfectly surround you, of Joker’s weight atop you, for there was nowhere he could go where you would not follow.

It was what you both deserved.

[notbigondoors]

🍎 - If you had to chose a new faceclaim for your muse, who would you pick?

🍓 - What’s your sweetest rp experience so far?

🥝 - If you could travel anywhere in the world, where would you go?

🥜 - What’s the nuttiest thread you’ve ever had?

🍎 - If you had to chose a new faceclaim for your muse, who would you pick?

Oh gosh I don't even know! It's hard for me to imagine Vision as anyone other than Paul Bettany at this point. I'm not sure that any one else would have the same energy as him when performing. But I guess I should go just based on face. Argh... I really can't think of anybody, PB is too perfect for this role! XD

🍓 - What’s your sweetest rp experience so far?

For Vision? Hmm... he once spent a good portion of a thread talking to an aloe plant a ship gave him as a gift as if it could actually understand him. He took watering it very seriously, and one day he accidentally broke off a leaf and immediately flew into sincere apologies as he asked his ship what medical treatment the plant would need in light of this unfortunate incident. She just chuckled and showed him how and why aloe plants were perfectly okay to take leaves off of... XD But he was so precious in that thread omg.

🥝 - If you could travel anywhere in the world, where would you go?

Japan, hands down. I studied the language for a number of years and am a huge fan of anime, manga, traditional dolls (specifically hina and ichimatsu are my favs), the food (sushi and sashimi omggg), all things tea (i love the tea, the cups, the artistry), etc. I would also love to see some of the forests and Shinto shrines in addition to the cities. I wouldn't even know where to begin, I would love to see it all, heh.

🥜 - What’s the nuttiest thread you’ve ever had?

Hahaha, the nuttiest thread I've ever had is probably when I thrust poor OC Jix into the Resident Evil universe and paired him with Leon Kennedy. Anyone who knows Leon knows that he's a down-to-earth, no nonsense, get the job done, fairly negative and pessimistic person (with good reason, he's been through hell). Contrast that with Jix who is talkative, positive, nosy, and doesn't let people get away with their own bullshit. I remember it was like... Jix stowed away in his car and Leon didn't appreciate having a talkative tiny tree person around and was basically like look, stay out of my way... but Jix was determined to help. He just kept trying to make Leon more positive and it so wasn't working, heh. They stopped at some roadside convenience store in the middle of nowhere and Leon went in to search it for supplies, and Jix found a vending machine with sodas still in it... so he climbs into the machine (he's small enough to do that) and gets one can (that's all he could carry) and on his way back he runs into a zombie. Except the zombie doesn't recognize him as food, so Jix has this awkward conversation with a zombie that just kindof stands here listlessly because he drops the can and it rolls to the zombie's feet and he's just like um... so... can I have this... or...? And it was just... the stupidest thing ever and I had a blast. He got back to Leon and told him he had a nice conversation with a dead human and Leon just... o_O XD Unfortunately the thread didn't last long. I really have a hard time keeping threads with Jix. Most get dropped pretty fast. =( The story of the life of an OC rper, right?

[personasintro]

I'm scared MTS 22 is gonna drop out of nowhere I ain't ready omggg

I love that you know me so well👀

[tayohhk]

ORANGE IS THE NEW BLACK SPOILERS AHEAD

OITNB SPOILERS !!

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idk where to even begin but i finally finished this show tonight and i have to admit that im pretty unsatisfied with the ending overall i should start by saying that this show is a good example of real life scenarios and portrays characters as incredibly real people & that means that not everyone gets a happy ending so ive already come to terms with that   B U T

they did taystee so dirty !!!!!!!!! im so mad that they left her situation completely unresolved with her continuing to face life for a crime she didnt commit 

im glad that cindy & maria both made visible effort to change  gloria!!!! im so sos so soso glad she finally got out & reunited with her kids & it was so touching to know that she gave that book to maria for her to read to her baby !! and flores and sophia got out!!! sophias salon!!! and flores reuniting with diablo omggg my heart 

im pissed about daya bc she was my BABYYyyY through seasons 1-5 then she went rogue and everything went downhill & she got absolutely no redemption and the last scene we see of her with aleida is aleida choking her out SOoo :\ im also still pissed that bennett never came back & i knOw its to show that some people may not be permanent in ya life but i feel like him leaving in the first place was so out of character?? like he dropped the crib off on the side of the road & left i just feel like that was a complete 180 from how he acted before maritza and flaca. they had me cryin like a baby whenever they got separated in the first place & i genuinely cannot believe they ended the show without ever really saying what happened to maritza??? i know shes in a different country but i need to know how shes doing :( they also left karla cordova’s note off with her breaking her fckin ankle in the middle of a desert & never returning to her again so fuck the show for that lmao my heart ached so so so much whenever we found out red had early onset dementia & watching how it affected nicky broke my heart in half PLUS morello losing her baby & not being able to accept the fact  & also shani getting deported? fuck the show for that too lmao finding out that doggett actually got her GED after she overdosed made me cry like a baby as well & i couldnt stand her from seasons 1-5 but i ended up really enjoying her as a character later also does anyone know what happened to her bf donuts?? did i just completely miss what happened to him then at the end when they brought back gina, norma, boo, janae, & abdullah? where were they the whole season & why did they come out of literally nowhere at the end im glad that piper and alex finally decided what was best for each other given their situations & zelda was such a good character  when suzanne sang that mountain dew song with dixon it made me rlly happy im surprised they brought larry back honestly but im still weirded out by him & polly  & is no one going to tell pornstache that the child isn’t his ever or-