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rallamajoop · 1 year ago

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Cultic Iconography in Resident Evil Village

As the kind of nerd who loves all the creepy artwork you can find decorating Miranda-shrines around the village (like, just check out that one of the half-skeletal Miranda hovering in the graveyard and just tell me that isn't metal AF), I was on the lookout for the original image assets while poking through the game files. I'm hardly an expert on Catholic or Orthodox iconography (plenty of which is creepy enough just to begin with), but I adore how you can see all those elements being twisted and appropriated by Miranda's cult. You'll find these six pictures plastered all over the village in various combinations.

So you can imagine how thrilled I was to find a whole extra batch of unused artwork in the same set!

Lest you doubt these were all meant to go together, they all hail from the one big compilation file ‒ I've just cropped them out separately for ease of viewing. For all I know, maybe some of these were used somewhere in the game and I just never caught it (and if you have spotted any, please let me know!)

But taken at face value, our unused images consist of one picture of the megamycete, a 10-winged-madonna figure (why limit yourself to just 6?), a side profile of Miranda herself (possibly excluded because it shows off a little too much of her real face?), two images of dead crows, and (strangest of all) a man holding a goat head.

That last pic especially stands out ‒ and not just because I could (and, indeed, now have) legit write you a whole essay on just the significance of the goat's head motif as a protective symbol in the village (seriously, it's everywhere from the Goats of Warding to the symbol on the shield of the Maiden of War statue), so I'm going to be all over any new example. But who the hell is that guy carrying it? No other image centers anyone but Miranda herself as an object of worship. This looks more like someone's taken a generic pic of the likes of St Francis of Assisi hanging out with some animals (it's a theme, you can look it up), then just cut the poor animal off at the neck for added creep factor.

So do we take it that this guy was, at some point, meant to be another key figure in Miranda's cult? Or was generic-saint-with-animal-plus-extra-squick all they were really going for? Was it drawn before the writers made Miranda the cult leader? Or could this even have been intended (as the goats themselves seem to be) as some in-universe, pre-Miranda relic of an earlier era?

Also interesting: he appears to be holding one of those ornate staves you can also see in the fire and skeletal images of Miranda above (and can also find in the field near Luisa's early in the game, before they're all replaced by charred, semi-crucified corpses). Did that symbol predate Miranda too? Fascinating, either way.

Those two crow pictures may be even more intriguing still. I'm sure we all remember that spooky batch of dead and/or hanging crows Ethan discovers at the start of his descent into the village, but thereafter nothing like that is ever seen again. Given that Miranda herself is so closely associated with crows, it's reasonable to wonder if this very-literal murder-of-crows was in fact some act of heresy by an unbeliever, deliberately hidden out in the woods.

But if images of dead crows ‒ including one hung in the very same position ‒ were at some point intended to appear alongside other images of Miranda-veneration, then presumably veneration was always the intent for those dead crows out in the woods. Suffering is, of course, a key part of the stories of so many saints. And perhaps crows are sacred only in the same way that the goats are: ideal candidates for ritual sacrifice.

Much as I love all the concept art you can already unlock with the game, I'd pay good money for a proper artbook going into all this kind of design work. There's clearly so much more that went into the concept art stages of this game that I'd love to hear more about.

And while we're at it, here's a nice big version of the standard winged-fetus symbol too:

#Resident Evil Village #Resident Evil #RE assets #Mother Miranda #Miranda's cult #unused assets #meta

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komotionlessqueenmm · 2 years ago

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Hi there

I know you said you don’t do requests and I suppose this isn’t technically a request but I’ve been wondering if you’d ever write something with Ivan Drago and a female reader who’s insecure about her body (this is kind of a self insert ngl). Like, how would he act? Would he constantly assure her that she’s pretty and would he pay special attention to certain parts of her body she doesn’t like during lovemaking? I’d personally love to read something like that but it’s totally up to you if you wanna write it.

Keep up the good work, love your stories btw ❤️

Omg hell yes! (Why didn't I think of this?) I'm insecure af so this is also self insert af on my part. Enjoy!

Headcanon/Preference # 32

Picture & Gif NOT mine.

Year posted - 2023

*So I've got this coworker that I get along with well. And he's a muscly guy that's into plus size women, and we've talked about that sorta stuff a lot. So I'm using his insight about why a guy like that, would be attracted to a bigger girl. He'll never see this but hey shout out to him. Also a real story might just come out of this in time, but for now enjoy these headcanons.

✨Ivan loves his plus size sweetheart~

🌹 When Ivan first met you he was immediately drawn to you like a magnet. He'd never seen a woman like you in Soviet Russia, and you looked like a pure goddess in his eyes.

🌹 When he finally got the chance to touch you for the first time. He was instantly smitten, your so soft and squeezable. He's not used to that, and he's finding that he's obsessed with the contrast.

🌹 Once you're together Ivan will spend hours worshipping you from head to toe. Every single inch of you is paradise to him. But his favorite part? Your soft tummy.

🌹 There's just something beautiful about your soft plump belly. It's his favorite thing to caress and kiss, and often times his favorite place to lay his head. And one day he hopes he'll get to see it swell more with his child.

🌹 On a bad day when you were feeling particularly down about your pudgy body, Ivan took the time to explain to you why he loves your supple body so much.

🌹 Everything in his life until now has been hard and rough, from his work, to his home life, his environment, and so forth. Finding you was like an oasis to him.

🌹 When you try comparing yourself to his ex-wife, he immediately stops you. Making you chuckle by telling you she was like a skeleton, and nowhere near as cozy and lovable as you are.

🌹 During intimacy Ivan shows you what love making really means, his words of praise, his adoring touch that leaves fire in its wake, and his hunger to show you just how much he wants you makes you dizzy.

🌹 If anyone says anything bad about you while Ivan is around, odds are he'll kick there ass, or at the very least he'll berate them. Ultimately making them apologize no matter what tactic he uses.

🌹 If he's not around, and only learns about it when you break down and tell him about it. He's pulling you into his arms and assuring you that they don't know a single thing about what their missing with someone as amazing as you. (Making a mental note to scare the shit out of them next time he sees them.)

🌹 You got stretch marks? Ivan will trace them idly, and commit them all to memory, mapping out the span of them as if it were vital.

🌹 Got cellulite? He'll caress every inch, nuzzle into it, and all around worship it. Explaining that it makes you more you, and that much more beautiful.

🌹 Not a big fan of how pudgy your face is? Ivan is cupping your cheeks. Looking into your eyes with so much love, as he tells you how cute your chubby cheeks are. And to him you are still small, as his hands can easily cup your cheeks.

🌹 Got big boobs? He fucking adores them, he adores you! There big and round and soft, the perfect place to lay his head at night when you cuddle. Plus there fun to play with not gonna lie. (and not just sexually, but that's a plus too.)

🌹 Not a fan of the size or shape of your butt? Are you kidding? Ivan is obsessed with smacking your ass every single chance he gets, doesn't matter who's around or where you are!

🌹 Worried you'll never fit in his shirts? Haha that's funny! Ivan is huge, you'll fit in his shirts just fine. Maybe not swimming in it, but it'll fit comfortably.

🌹 Ivan grows obsessed with making sure you're well fed, and simply watching you eat. It makes him feel like he is providing for you well, and that makes him very happy. (Plus you look adorable when you do a happy little food dance.)

🌹 Once he convinced you to sit on his face, though you had agreed anxiously, you still refused to actually sit down, and instead hovered over him. That wasn't gonna fly, so Ivan pulled you flush against his face, and gave you the best head you've ever experienced in your life.

🌹 Anytime you act as if you'll crush him, maybe saying he'll strain or hurt himself picking you up. He'll prove you wrong again and again, when he just hoists you up as if you weighed nothing. If anything he takes those worries as a challenge, and he'll never fail in proving you wrong.

🌹 The first time you wore a sexy lace piece for him, he was practically drooling. Needless to say the lace was ruined in his nearly feral haste to have you. But he happily bought you more, a lot more.

🌹 Within a year of being with Ivan, and him chipping away at your insecurities. You become the confident goddess you were meant to be! And he's so fucking proud of you, he's always showing you off, and praising you.

🌹 Ivan doesn't want you to change for anyone, not even him. He loves you just the way you are, it's what drew him to you in the first place. And he's beyond honored for not only getting to love you, but to show you just how sexy you truly are.

Buy me a coffee sometime? ☕��

(Click the coffee for my Kofi link, IT'S NOT NECESSARY BTW.)

*Hope this was satisfactory!

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mlink64 · 2 months ago

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Some HYBE/BigHit Brainrot

Just some En- x TXT brainrot because I NEED to get it out of my system.

This isn't edited or really 'planned' in any way, literally just abusing my keyboard tbh...

Warnings: None I think? A lil suggestive but imma keep it sfw 🙃

Okay so hear me out...Yeonjun x Sunoo.

Context: this spawned from me just sitting and updating my idol mbti types and whup, look at that, Yeonjun and Sunoo are both ENFP: the Campaigner-type (I think these are the most recent results but Dr.Google can be wrong at times sooooo...).

Now, an old article/qualitative study from 2018 (cut me some slack, finding articles about these more suggestive studies is hard af but I'll put the link in the comments) found that, of all the mbti-types, ENFP are most willing to experiment with the same gender.

Now, I have no clue what their preferences are - nor am I speculating - but in my brain rn 2020 Sunoo is a baby queer who's still confused about his sexual orientation. He just went through I-Land and is all of a sudden living and working with all these men and boy's head is-a-spinning and it got my head-a-spinning too

Idk how they interact with each other or if they do at all but buckle up.

Picture this, it's 2020/21 ish - Yeonjun is 21/22 years old and already cementing his 'it boy' status with TXT, even though they only just debuted in 2019

Then we have sweet sunshine Sunoo - he's 17 or 18 and has just debuted with ENHYPEN

Bby is still getting used to the whole 'being an idol' thing and is of course looking up to his hyungs for guidance and support

Now, Sunoo is well aware of how attractive his hyungs are - especially his TXT hyungs who are not only hot af but also ridiculously sweet and talented

Especially that minx Yeonjun

Sunoo already kind of thought Yeonjun was hot cute...

But then, here comes Jun's AOTM

And oml Sunoo low-key loses his shit (like most of us watching that AOTM, tbh)

Cuz Yeonjun is just DRIPPING with bad boy-next-door, emo, older (than him), rocker, musician vibes

Like, seriously, that video just screams first love/crush who's super talented and passionate and goes on to be famous (which was the goal, I'd imagine)

Anyhow...

TXT and EN- have always been rather close and friendly, all being similar in age and going through the highs and lows of training and debuting and just being idols in general

But Yeonjun is a flirt

He just can't help it, it's there and it ain't going away

I think Jun would maybe try to tone it down around the younger EN- members just because of age gaps (which aren't that big, but I digress)

But Sunoo

Sweet, bubbly, lil pup Sunoo...

Sunoo has the cute, pretty boy thing down

And Yeonjun loves pretty things

So maybe he flirts with Sunoo regardless of xyz

And since he has a big fat crush on Yeonjun, naturally, Sunoo gets all red and flustered and Yeonjun thinks it's adorable

He loves turning up his charms on the younger boy, he just can't help himself

Plus, it activates his corruption kink but that's for another day

But Yeonjun and Sunoo have the same mbti-type...so Sunoo is more than capable of giving his hyung a taste of his own flirty medicine

It just takes him some time to get there - grow the repor and the overall relationship with his TXT hyungs as a whole

But when he does finally feel comfortable and bold enough to flirt back Yeonjun is screwed

It's the classic trope of the flirty one malfunctioning when the shy one finally flirts back

So this relationship just kind of grows and escalates and poof, now they're the two friends who have crazy hot chemistry and lots of sexual flirty tension

So that's the very open-ended conclusion to my 2am tangent...like...where does it go from there? Does it go anywhere at all? How do their bandmates react and inevitably tease them for it? Etc. etc. etc.

Stay cute and positive and don't let the lingering full moon vibes f/ck you up too much. Drink water. Have a snack. Take a nap. Just do you and keep shining bb 🫶🫰💞

#enhypen #txt #kim sunoo #choi yeonjun #bxb #baby queer vibes #the brainrot is real #I need to sleep I have to work tomorrow #It's too hot and I want fall really badly

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syrenart · 1 year ago

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I have thoughts about sollux and potential moirails.

Don't get me wrong, I love LOVE Sollux and Aradia as matesprits but I think (living) aradia is just such a bro. She and sollux would go spelunking, on very Indiana Jones esque adventures except they'd just end up wrecking the place for fun and playing cards in the rubble, then having a little feelings jam, napping, and going home to play minecraft. Genuinely such an amazing friend that is completely capable of helping him r e l a x. Platonic cuddles always too of course. Aradia definitely gets him out more (much to his dismay) but he also doesn't mind, because he wants to do things with her!!!

Although less likely, sollux and kanaya (because of the shit that came up in pesterquest) would be a very funny moirail pair. Both of them are so sarcastic and blunt and yet i think they'd make each other laugh with oddly dry yet clever humor. Sollux probably wouldn't be a model for her sewing projects but I DO THINK HED BE VERY HONEST. "thii2 look2 liike 2hiit." Or "thii2 doe2nt make me want two vomiit 2o youre doiing 2omethiing riight ii gue22." To shenaniganry like "that ii2 2o not your color. (Is colorblind)" I think they would visit each other often, look at old pictures and talk for h o u r s about literally anything because they don't give af, they just genuinely enjoy each other's company. Kanaya may call about having issues with her computer just to get him over there to hang out. He knows.bsje knows he knows. He just doesn't mind making the trip to see her and go back and forth about how the computer definitely doesn't seem broken until inevitably they play card games over tea.

I think sollux and karkat work excellently either red or pale, but for the sake of this post, I'll talk about them pale-wise. It is established in the comic that even though karkat is a grump ass, he still cares about his friends so so much and even goes as far as asking if specifically he and sollux are still friends after a little spat. Which is ADORABLE but also like imagine that but "ARE WE STILL MOIRAILS?" and sollux, pinching the bridge of his nose, "ye2, kk, we are 2tiill moiiraiil2." I always think of karkat as a snuggle bug, so you know they'd be platonically snuggling whilst also having the BEST feelings jam, which I personally think sollux needs always. He is always in a bad mood and always needs to talk about something and there is no one better than the guy who sat backwards in a chair to LISTEN TO TEREZI!!!! HE GAVE HER HIS FULL ATTENTION AND JUSTIFIED HER FEELINGS ALL THE WAY AND HE WOULD DO THE SAME FOR HIM!!! Plus, they would do everything sollux enjoys because they have so much in common, they couldn't even leave the hive because of karkat's blood color. Theyd eat snacks, play video games, watch movies (karkat would even agree to a non rom-com for him, begrudgingly, but I think he would). And would end up spending d a y s with each other and not get tired of each other's company. Even in the dream bubbles where karkat would be able to walk around and go places, I think they'd choose one place and stay there aside from MAYBE raiding a convenience store for snacks.

I know karkat's is the longest, that doesn't mean anything, I'm just spewing thoughts as they happen.

#homestuck #syren talks #homestuck talk #sollux captor

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yandere-writer-momo · 2 years ago

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Heart Shaped Wound

Author’s note: Work has been bearing me up but here is some Katsumi fluff. Please enjoy!

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Zaria glanced at (your name)‘s note in horror. Her blue eyes narrowing at the messily glued together magazine clippings.

“This dude is a freak!” Zaria hissed, throwing the note in the trash. “This note reeks of cheap cigarettes and this dude is definitely a slob just from how hastily this was thrown together. Hell it might not even be glue he used! Disgusting.”

(Your name) almost threw up in her mouth at the thought of it. She didn’t want to think about it too much but Zaria had confirmed this was the work of a stalker. But who on earth would stalk her? There wasn’t a single person that came to mind.

“I’m going to put this on the back burner for now. We both know the police won’t do anything until my stalker tries to harm me or breaks into our house.”

“Why don’t you tell Hanayama?” Zaria asked with a brow raised. “I mean he could definitely set you up with security-“

“Kaoru already does so much for me.” (Your name) held her shoulder as she grimaced. “I don’t want to take advantage of his favor. I adore the man but I also don’t want him to get tangled up in something like this. Plus I don’t need my students talk about another boyfriend.”

“Those little kids must be living for your romance life.” Zaria snickered. She could picture those small children making (your name) a fan club. She knew they probably preferred (your name) with Katsumi.

“They’re terrible.” (Your name) groaned, her manicured fingers pinching the bridge of her nose. “They’re trying to pressure Katsumi and I to get married.”

“Af least they have good taste.” Zaria hummed, causing (your name) to choke on her spit. “Oh come on now. He’s yummy.”

“Yummy?!”

“You’re not blind right? He has an amazing body and he’s really handsome. He’s super good with kids, has a great relationship with his parents, a stable job, and he knows how to truly romance you. And it’s not creepy, super cheap, or has possessive undertones.” Zaria put a finger up to her chin. “He’s probably a little above average so I think you’d have a good time.”

“Why does your mind always drift to that?” (Your name) sighed, Zaria grinning from ear to ear.

“I was born to be wild.”

“Whatever. Help me pick out another date outfit.”

Katsumi’s eyes shined when he saw (your name). It must’ve been fate that they were matching. They were both wearing pale blue tee shirts and white pants.

“Did you peek in on my window to see what I was wearing?” Katsumi teased as (your name) grinned.

“I just enjoy looking at you.” (Your name) teased back with a flirty grin.

Katsumi blushed, turning his head away. His hand covering his lips.

“You ready?” (Your name) held her hand out to him, her heart squeezing at how bashful he was. Katsumi was seriously the cutest guy she’s ever met. Everything he did was cute to her. Plus he was so sweet to her… he was just too perfect. And that was the issue.

Katsumi was the obvious choice for a loving domestic life and (your name) was still undecided if she wanted a simple life. The kind of life society expected of women. She was sure Katsumi and his family would be amazing to her, but she wasn’t sure if she wanted to get married and have children quite yet. And she was certain Katsumi was the type to date to marry.

(Your name) did admit that she liked Katsumi a lot. He made her laugh easily and he was easy to talk to compared to the others. He always made sure to let her know she was a priority to him without a label yet. She didn’t feel like she deserved him. (Your name) knew she’d probably break his heart if she didn’t choose him.

“I want to end our night on the Ferris wheel.” Katsumi smiled sweetly at (your name), his thumb rubbings circles on the back of her palm. “I have something planned.”

(Your name) smiled at the karateka. It seems Katsumi might have some plans for her by the end of the night. And she was happy he was keeping it a surprise. It created more of a spark between the two of them.

“I’d love to.”

Katsumi and her walked hand in hand the entirety of the amusement park. The two sharing so many smiles and giggles.

“How about I try to win you something at one of those games?” Katsumi jabbed his thumb at the numerous game booths that held large stuffed animals. It would appear that the karateka wanted to show off to her.

(Your name) glanced at the stands, the high hit striker game popping out to her. A smirk crawling on her face as the light bulb lit in her head.

“How about that one?” (Your name) pointed at the game, Katsumi smirking at her.

“You want to see how strong I am?” Katsumi grinned, flexing his muscular arms for her. “I’m super strong.”

“Oh really?” (Your name) giggled at the young man, Katsumi was something else. A goofball. “We’ll let’s see muscle man.”

Katsumi held (your name)’s hand as he led her over to the game. An excited glint in his eye.

“Step right up, young man.” The game operator smiled at the couple, the older man holding up a sledge hammer. “Want to test your strength in front of your lady?”

Katsumi handed the game operator some yen and took the sledge hammer from him. Katsumi turning his head to glance at (your name).

“Which animal do you want? I’ll win it for you.” Katsumi beamed, (your name) smiling at him. The young woman turned her head to glance at the various stuffed animals, a large tiger plush standing out to her the most.

“The tiger.” (Your name) replied with a soft smile. Katsumi reminded her of a tiger with how brave and strong he was. She’d probably think of him every she saw it too… but she wasn’t opposed to it. She was just conflicted with her feelings towards all the different men she’s been seeing.

“Watch this.” Katsumi gave her a cocky grin, the man using one arm to hold the hammer before he swung his arm like a whip. A loud boom echoing throughout the amusement park from Katsumi breaking the sound barrier. (Your name)‘s eyes wide at how the bell was still intact and rang loudly. It seems Katsumi held his strength back, being mindful not to break the game… she was impressed.

Katsumi put the sledge hammer down so he could collect his prize. The karateka handing the giant stuffed tiger over to (your name) with a sheepish smile.

“I wanted to show off was all. I hope I didn’t hurt your ears?” Katsumi placed a hand on the side of her face, checking her ears. “I’ll kiss them better.”

(Your name) squealed when she felt Katsumi press several kisses to both of her ears. Her cheeks flushing when the young man pulled her close. His eyes staring deeply into hers.

“Let’s go to the Ferris wheel.” Katsumi whispered before pulling away. “I have a surprise for you.”

“A surprise?” (Your name) smirked at Katsumi. “I love surprises.”

Katsumi blushed as he held out his hand for her to take. The sun that was nearly set shining on his handsome face. She could see how his warm eyes held a beautiful tint of chocolate brown. He was really handsome… and kissable. Shit. Push that to the back of the mind, (your name). Later.

Katsumi grinned at the bright blush that was on (your name)‘s cheeks, the young woman holding the tiger close to her chest. Katsumi could feel pride swell up in his chest. He made his beautiful girlfriend blush and h impressed her. He couldn’t wait to show her what he had in store for her…

The two sat across from each other. The tiger sitting beside (your name), it’s little beach eyes staring at the couple.

“I had a hard time deciding what to do for a date for us.” Katsumi smiled at (your name), the Ferris wheel slowly making its way to the top. “My friends don’t really have a lot of dating experience so they weren’t good with suggestions but my parents were. They’re so in love… I always wanted something like they had.”

(Your name) smiled at Katsumi who continued with a soft smile. She could tell how fond of his parents he was. How much love he was raised with… was it strange to be a little jealous?

Katsumi took her hands in his, his dark eyes staring at her expectantly. The Ferris wheel stopping as the two of them sat at the top of it. The city lights glimmering below.

“I wanted to take you somewhere fun… and to show you something cool.” Katsumi pointed out at the night sky.

Fireworks lit up the sky. Pinks, greens, blues, yellows, oranges, reds, and violets lit up the night sky. Their bright colors causing (your name)‘s eyes to light up in delight.

She hasn’t seen fireworks since she left Brazil… (your name) turned he head to glance at the smiling Katsumi.

“I read that in Brazil that the carnivals have firework shows so I thought that you’d like to see fireworks-“

(Your name) wrapped her arms around Katsumi’s neck and pressed her soft lips to Katsumi’s. The young man quickly wrapping his arms around her waist and reciprocating the kiss. Her hands tangling themselves in his hair, Katsumi smiling into the kiss.

“You’re not supposed to be so perfect.” (Your name) whispered between kisses. Katsumi made her decision making so difficult.

“Maybe I was made for you.” Katsumi pulled away pressing his forehead against hers. “I was made to be with you.”

(Your name) snickered, pressing more soft kisses to Katsumi’s lips.

“You’re such a corn ball.” But she loved it. Being with Katsumi felt so natural… damn it. She hated her fickle heart. Yet she admitted Katsumi was now in the number one spot.

How could she not be moved by how he was trying to learn about her culture and how he is able to be strong yet gentle? Katsumi was the perfect man…

It’s a shame the other competitors didn’t take well to her favoritism towards the karate prodigy.

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Author’s note: thanks for reading!

#baki hanma #yandere #yandere fic #baki the grappler x reader #yandere baki #katsumi orochi #jack hanma #kaoru hanayama #yandere imagine #baki x reader #retsu kaioh #grappler baki #baki kaoru hanayama #baki the grappler #baki son of ogre #baki dou #kiyosumi katou #kureha shinogi #baki

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koscheicore · 10 months ago

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Greetings,

*kicks down your door, pounces at you*

I am attacking you with asks! 😊 (hope you don't mind)

1, 3, 4, 11, 14

And 7 if you’re feeling brave…

Also, do you have any DW novels /audios you like and consider essential listening?

Have a good day/week

(love your art btw)

Farewell...

*disappears into the night*

GASP, my door!!! Well it's worth it. Thank you so much for the asks! And aaa ty for the compliment to my art too 😭💕 rlly appreciate it! *gives you a little origami star before you mysteriously disappear*

1. Who is your favourite Doctor?

Currently 12 is my favourite, but since I'm watching classic, 3 and 5 are big favs too. My answer on this question changes so much though I seem to cycle through them 🤣

3. Who is your favourite male companion?

Turlough so far!! He's really interesting and unique. Love this lil pathetic guy. Kisses his forehead.

4. Whats your favourite story?

UHHH so, so many. I'd probably give you different answers depending on where the wind blows. But I'll try. Can't pick one so here's a few! (if anyone else asks again I shall give different ones)

-Enlightenment, from the 5th Doctor. Absolutely adored this one!!

-I'll forever love Castrovalva, also from the 5th Doctor. It's probably not that good but I do love me some confusing places...

-Midnight from the 10th Doctor

-Wild Blue Yonder from the new specials :') YELLS

-Heaven Senth from 12 my beloved

-As an artist, well, Vincent and the Doctor, from the 11th Doctor. I just. Cries

11. Show a picture of your favourite Doctor outfit

Does this count

Otherwise

14. Show a picture of your favourite Tardis design

7. Rank the Doctors from best to worst

OK IM FEELING BRAVE I'll try... but I'm only ranking those I've watched. Not taking into acct the EU. Also not including 15 bcs it's too early for me to decide (but I love him so far!!)- I'm ranking them based off how interesting they are to me also.

1. Capaldi's Doctor (12)

2. Eccleston's Doctor (9)

3. McCoy's Doctor (7). Very interesting guy

4. Pertwee's Doctor (3)

5. Tennant's Doctor (10)

6. Whittaker's Doctor (13)

7. Davison's Doctor (5)

8. Smith's Doctor (11) - I do love him but I lost interest in him for unknown reasons

9. Colin Baker's Doctor (6) - I actually found him interesting when watching! But yeah since I'm not taking EU into acct, not the best for me

10. Tennant's Revamp Doctor (14) - Well, we've got three specials. I liked him, but idk I don't think I'd be excited to watch an entire season of 14. He's more like a cameo for me.

Ok this was hard af ejdkdld as usual my answer will probably change anyday. I don't think any of them is bad though, I love all of the Doctors so far! Hence why it's hard to pick favs without rambling about other Doctors djdkd

Extra: Novels and audios

I haven't read any novels (yet) but I've listened to a few audios! Not many, I'm slowly getting into it. HOWEVER

If you're into thoschei you definitely need to listen to Master. It's just. GAHH. It consumed my braincells. It will never leave me. Plus it made me want to listen to more from Beevers and McCoy. I consider it essential if you're deep into thoschei tbh

AND. The Natural History of Fear. I went blind into this audio, from the 8th Doctor... It's one of my favourite stories ever, which I didn't add up there to not repeat myself. It changed my brain chemistry. It made me wonder how tf is it humanly possible to come up with all that and write it so well. The acting is sublime, the story is undescribable. Anytime I try to explain what it is about I fail tremendously. I don't think I consider it essential but I really do recommend it! In fact I recommend to listen to it twice at least.

Again tysm for the ask this was fun!!!

#answers #doctor who

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awesomelyanxiouspanda · 1 year ago

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A Fiercely Bleeding Heart (Lucifer/OFC): Chapter 7

Story summary: Emery (Our lovely OFC) owns a thriving coffee shop smack dab in the middle of Monroe City, Mo. She’s well known for her unique coffee drinks and her “coffee charity”. What happens when a woman with too much heart- and not nearly enough common sense- comes across the fallen archangel in his mostly human state? Will Lucifer behave, or will he bite the hand that (quite literally) feeds him?

Warnings/Tags: NO SMUT IN THIS CHAPTER. PURELY STORY LINE ADDITION!

Loosely based around S.13 E. 13! Plus size OC, OC is gullible and a big softie, Lucifer in his nearly human form, Soft Lucifer, Dean and Sam cosplaying FBI agents again, Canon typical violence, Non-Canon compliant story line, Soulmate AU-ish?, canon typical cursing, NOT a slow burn, not beta’d we die like our king Crowley, smut, vaginal fingering, oral sex (male receiving), unprotected smut, commitments are made, soulmate bonds are formed, praise kink, Luci can dirty talk with the best of them (we all know his sass would be sinful in bed), little bit of drama, some self-esteem issues, possessive Lucifer, breeding kink, dom/sub themes, pet names (such as princess, good girl, and little one), Castiel awkwardly and adorably cosplaying an FBI agent, Castiel is also scary af.

A/N: Draaammmaaa. Return of the Winchesters. Emery finally meets Cas! And, finally, reintroduction to the storyline of season 13, with creative liberties taken of course. Sorry this one took so long and it's a bit short, but it took forever to get the motivation and right head space to move on with! I hope you all enjoy!

“Have a good night!”

I waved at Lucy as she backed out through the door and let out a happy sigh, nearly collapsing against the counter with a goofy smile. Today had gone better than expected. After two full weeks of the shop being closed so soon after my last break, I had no delusions of grandeur on what the first day back would be like, and yet still, it was nothing like the chaos I had pictured. I had expected angry customers, understocked sources, and cranky patrons of the coffee charity when in reality, it just seemed all my regulars had solely been concerned by my absence. It was heartwarming, to say the least.

“You good boss?” Amy asked cautiously.

I couldn’t help but chuckle to myself. She’d been a mother hen since I’d gotten back. In fact, most of the staff had been texting me regularly since I’d fed them all the first little lie about being in recovery from an accident. To be fair, it wasn’t much of a lie the first time around. This time, though, was filled with much more fun activities.

Turning to face her, I flashed her a bigger smile and said, “Yeah, I’m great, actually. Today’s been nice, right?”

That earned a grin from the young woman as she nodded emphatically.

“We’re really glad to have you back and to be back. You had us all scared, Emery.”

Empathy bled through her tone and warmth every bone in my body. I truly was lucky to have her, to have each one of them, in my life.

“Yeah, yeah, I was scared too,” I admitted quietly, eyes unfocusing as I was pulled deep into the recesses of the memories I tried to keep blocked out.

I cleared my throat abruptly and shifted back to my feet, lips quirking into a half-smile.

“I’m just lucky Nick was there to help.”

Her pixie-like features twisted between emotions before settling on something like contentment and she gave a little smile and a nod.

“Anyway, enough jabbering. I’m going to grab the deposit and drop it off at the bank, you want anything while I’m out?” I asked as I popped up off the counter.

“A million dollars?” she quipped back cheekily.

I couldn’t stop the roll of my eyes that followed my heavy groan.

“Sttoooppp, you’re too young to make jokes like that. At least wait til you’re my age.”

Her laugh was interrupted by the ring of the bell over the door.

“Hi! Welcome in!” she quickly recited.

I turned to echo the greeting but the words fell silent on my lips as I spotted the supposed customers walking through the lobby. My heart began to race as the acrid taste of fear coated my tongue. Two of them I recognized as the “FBI agents” that entered my shop weeks ago, whom I now knew to be Sam and Dean Winchester, thanks to Lucifer’s entail. The other was someone I’d never seen before, but he was no less gorgeous or terrifying. If anything, there was something about him that was worse… better? My brain was very confused.

“Uhm, actually, could you do the bank run for me, Amy?” I asked gently, shooting the men a “one moment” signal.

I did my best to keep my worries hidden as I didn’t bother waiting for her reply, ducking beneath the counter and opening the safe to grab the drop bag from beneath.

“You sure?” she asked, confusion obvious in her voice.

While Amy was essentially my second in command, I usually didn’t bother her with managerial duties, but, at this moment, I needed her out of the shop as soon as possible.

“I’m sure. I need to talk to these lovely gentlemen and this is a good chance for you to get some fresh air while it’s nice,” I replied, forcing on a smile as I rose back to my feet and handed her the bag, “I’ll see you when you get back, okay?”

There was an obvious distrust in her narrowed eyes as she looked between the trio of men and I before she relented with a small nod.

“Okay, I’ll have my phone on me. Be back in ten,” she said, loudly enough for the men in the lobby to hear.

Oh sweet Amy. So tiny yet to protective. If only she knew these men could kill us both. Well, I knew two of them could. I still wasn’t certain who the last one was, though I was sure if he was with the Winchesters… he couldn’t be any safer.

The instant she was out the door, I placed on my most professional smile and skirted around the counter toward the “agents”.

“Agents, welcome back. I hope nothing’s happened again if you’re here?”

I did my best to hide anything other than courtesy and kindness but it was hard when three larger-than-life men were staring me down.

Sam, as sweet as before, offered me a smile before reaching out a hand my way.

“Emery, right?” he asked.

“Yes! I’m sorry, agents, but I don’t remember your names. My memory isn’t great in my old age of thirty,” I joked easily.

Dean snorted with a little smirk and commented, “Just wait til you get to our age.”

I saw the way Sam rolled his eyes minutely before that same patient smile covered his face once more. Before he could speak, I turned toward the third man and offered out my hand, determined to figure out who he was. He was a little shorter than Dean but still quite tall, with perfectly coifed dark brown hair, intense blue eyes, and strong masculine features defined by a light layer of stubble around his lower face. His tan trench coat was a little odd for a supposed FBI agent but it did give off a nice aura of detective. All in all, he was certainly a dream boat.

“I don’t think we met last time. Emery Pike,” I said.

There was an obvious hesitation before he reached out and limply shook my hand, retreating as soon as possible as he cleared his throat.

“Agent Beyonce.”

Oh. Oh, that voice. Had I not had Lucifer in my life, I had no doubt I would have fallen for him in that instant.

“Beyonce?” I had to ask, caught off guard.

“Yeah, like- like the singer, she-”

“Listen, Emery, we’re sorry to drop in like this,” Sam cut off the other agent sharply, “But there was something we needed to talk to you about.”

“Uh, okay, sure.”

It felt hard to swallow as I gestured toward the counter.

“Would you guys like some coffee or pastries while we talk?” I offered.

Dean’s eyebrows lifted instantly at the word pastries and he asked, “What kind you got?”

Gone was the stern agent, instantly replaced by something much softer and more genuine. I couldn’t hide the smile that slid across my lips as I made my way to the counter.

“Nothing too crazy but I hand make everything three times a week. I’ll check what I have left.”

As I went into the back store room, I could hear the men arguing in hushed voices even over the pounding of my heart in my ears. I quickly shuffled through what was left and came out with almost a dozen options. For a moment, I debated praying for Lucifer but I also didn’t want to drag him into something possibly dangerous for him if they didn’t know about our relationship yet. Hopefully, it was something I could handle on my own. If I put him in harm’s way of those three just to save my own skin, well, what kind of soulmate would I be?

“Here we go. I’ve got some muffins, blueberry and chocolate chip, a couple of apple and cherry danishes, and some plain bagels. Please, help yourself to whatever you’d like. I also have some coffee, freshly brewed.”

While I was no actress, I’d played the part of perfect hostess for so long that I was almost certain they wouldn’t see through to the panic beneath the mask.

“Thanks, uh, I’ll take a coffee, black,” Sam said as he sat, seemingly giving up fighting Dean’s sweets craving.

“Sure, if you decide you want cream or sugar, there’s some at the end there,” I replied, gesturing to the little turn wheel with the keep-cold creamer pot and sugar packets.

“I’ll take some too,” Agent Beyonce added as I poured Sam’s cup, “Please.”

Flashing him a genuine smile, I nodded and poured one for him as well. It was obvious he was either new to this, or was genuinely uncomfortable around other people. I almost felt bad for him being stuck with the Winchesters. I had to wonder if he knew what their ruse was, what they really were, or if he was just dragged along.

Of course, in the grand scheme of things, I could determine that the Winchesters weren’t bad people- though, to Lucifer of cour,se, they were. It didn’t mean I had to like them either way, considering they wanted to kill the love of my life despite the fact he was becoming less and less “evil” to their standards.

“Here we go.”

It was impossible to hide the grin that blossomed across my face at the way Dean nearly lit up with a groan when he took a bite of the apple danish.

“YOU make these?” he asked in obvious disbelief.

Sam gave a huff of a laugh, shaking his head, as I agreed softly.

“Almost as good as pie, almost,” Dean muttered, shoving the rest of the danish in his mouth before pulling the last two in his direction.

“Thank you, but if we might…?”

Sam trailed off and I quickly gave a little nod.

“Of course. What brings you guys in again?” I asked.

I reached out and snagged the little pot of creamer as Agent Beyonce put it down, mimicking his actions and pouring in a good slosh before snagging some sugar packets to add in as well.

“We know about you and L- Nick.”

His words made the world slow down instantly. My mouth went dry and my fingers froze in their actions, but I quickly kicked myself into gear with a little curse in my head, hazel eyes catching his soft green ones as he stared me down.

“Okay, and? I know he wasn’t the one who killed that guy, so what does it matter who I share my love life with?” I asked, trying to keep my voice level.

The guys exchanged looks and, much to my surprise, Agent Beyonce was the one to speak next.

“Nick isn’t who you think he is, Emery. He’s lying to you. He’s done horrible things-”

“What he means to say is that we don’t think Nick is being completely honest with you,” Sam cut in quickly.

Agent Beyonce cast Sam a hilarious bitch face before looking out the window and sipping his coffee, obviously off-put by being stepped on once again. Man, if Sam only knew how much I knew about “Nick” and how I knew Agent Beyonce was right.

“Whatever he’s done in the past, I don’t care about,” I spoke truthfully as I took a drink of my own coffee, “He’s a good person now. That’s what matters. He literally saved my life after an accident. He kept me safe and healthy while I recovered. As far as I’m concerned, what he does now is what is important. We all have a past. What matters is how we grow and change from it.”

Sam’s eyebrows pinched together in frustration and thought, obviously trying to decide how to get through to me, but Agent Beyonce was quicker.

“Lucifer is a murderer. He’s killed millions of people, Emery! He’d kill you too if it benefited him!”

His words were harsh, filled with such anger that I now had no doubt he had been affected by Lucifer in some way personally. Dean cursed softly as Sam tried to scramble for some kind of cover, but it was all useless.

I knew I was in over my head at this point. Resting my face in my hands, I silently sent out a prayer to Lucifer for help and made sure to let him know it was the Winchesters who were here and why.

“Listen, Emery, we just-”

“No, no, I think I’m done listening,” I cut him off coldly, lifting my head to look at the trio once more, “You’re not going to poison me against the one good man in my life. I don’t care what you have to say, whether you call him the devil or not. Nothing is going to change. Understood? Now, agents, I would appreciate it if you would get out of my shop before I have to call the cops. And believe me, when I say, this wouldn’t be the first time they’ve had to come to save me from rowdy men who have tried to hurt me so they’re going to believe me over even you suited jackasses!”

Their surprise would have been more satisfying if I weren’t shaking with the need to vomit and sob at the same time.

“What’s it going to be? Gonna be another addition to the “tried to rape Emery” list, or you going to use your brains and get the hell out of here?” I snapped.

Dean and Sam instantly raised their hands in submission, slowly backing away.

“Okay, fine, we’ll leave,” Sam said carefully, “But please, think over what we said.”

I looked over at the last one to move, Agent Beyonce, and instantly knew I was in trouble with the heat in his stare.

“You’re coming with us, whether you want to or not.”

“Cas, don’t-!”

Cas. Castiel. The seraphim, younger brother to Lucifer, and most dangerous ally to the Winchesters. I should have known! God, I was fucking stupid.

Before Dean could finish his sentence, the angel was by my side, one arm wrapped around my back and the other to my forehead.

“I’m sorry, but we can’t lose this chance. Jack and Mary’s life depend on it.”

Jack? Mary? Who was-

Everything went black mid-thought and I was pulled into the easiest sleep of my life.

#Supernatural fanfic #supernatural lucifer #lucifer/ofc

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synergysilhouette · 1 year ago

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Describe your MC and their relationship with the LIs

(Taken from one of my now defunct Reddit accounts)

Sadly I don't have any artist skills, but I hope you enjoy him anyway! I feel like I made one or two more MCs over my

My OC's name is a cisgender man by the name of Malachite. He has a buff body type (think 90s/early 2000s superhero build and then scale it back a bit) and is a rather devout young man--not stuffy or naive, though. He hails from Prakra, and is the son of a noble family, with three older brothers and two younger brothers. I haven't established his race; I'm thinking perhaps indigenous American, Pacific Islander, or South Asian inspiration (including Romani). He has a good tan, blue eyes, and silvery-blue hair that goes past his ears (not to mention he's hung and thicc af)

I honestly picture him as a cross between DC comics' Nightwing, Kingdom Hearts' Riku, Marvel's Quicksilver, and a young Ikem/Norem from Avatar: The Last Airbender. His fashion sense is definitely trendy, unique, and cool, dressing in tropical colors. Currently he's clad in a sleeveless multicolored shirt with a clasp or two usually undone to show off his big pecs, tight pants that leave nothing to the imagination, and boots that are very durable. I imagine there are gemstone or feather motifs here and there with intricate patterns throughout his clothes--he's not a boring dresser. I'm kind of thinking he dresses like he's an anime character that just got thrown into the video game "Hades." During the summer months, I imagine he wears green tunic with rainbow accents and matching sandals with a gold band on his thick thighs (I've gotta stop now).

If you wanna know more about his past, just ask.

Relationship with the LIs inside their routes

Lucio--They spoil each other A LOT. Malachite gives into his charm and seduction as well as helping him with his empathy. Given his MANY mistakes, Lucio is kind of on thin ice with people a lot, so when Malachite's family heard of their marriage, they didn't really approve. They were highly critical and accused Lucio of corrupting him, so Lucio has to work hard to improve himself in order to show he's worthy of Malachite's love. That said, it's not one-sided; Malachite doesn't want Lucio to feel like he's always having to better himself. Malachite loves him for who he is: a dramatic, fanciful, adventurous, fashionable semi-himbo. Currently they're the fathers of two daughters and a son.

Nadia--While not naive, Malachite has a kind of innocent outlook, almost like a Disney prince comes to life. Nadia loves how he sees the good in things and is easily entranced by new things. Not to mention his breeding has always taught him to be respectable and professional, making him the ideal consort. Nadia's learned to curb spoiling him so he doesn't feel like a pet, and instead gives it to their child--their only child, given Nadia isn't great with kids but Malachite always wanted one and she didn't want him to have it with a surrogate. Plus she's awakened a naughty side in Malachite, a submissive incubus that seeks only to please her. Needless to say his family approves of her and her family approves of him.

Asra--Their relationship started a little rocky, with their professional relationship having to take the backseat to their romantic relationship. Asra has become less controlling and more open with Malachite, and they've talked about expanding the magic shop and getting apprentices of their own--by which I mean both kids and teaching unrelated kids about the art of magic. I keep picturing "Howl's Moving Castle" with this, though one odMalchite's older brothers (inspired by Marvel's Loki)--who absolutely ADORES Asra--insists he brings his kids to learn from them when they get old enough, and Malachite worries about how Asra and his brother will influence the couple's future kids.

Muriel--I think Muriel goes outside of his comfort zone a lot for Malachite. Staying in his hut frequently, they engage in a lot of physical activity (take that how you will), but Muriel treats him to trips into Vesuvia often. Malachite's family is VERY concerned about him living in the forest away from everyone, and have a Demeter-Persephone relationship whenever they see him. Malachite's style has rubbed off on Muriel, and they live a very sweet life--with more kids than Muriel expected. Seriously, they have four kids and Malachite wants MORE. Good luck with that.

Portia--They were definitely best friends before getting married, and Portia did have to chase away any suitors who came to their door (including a conniving noble who looks like Marvel's Colossus), but when Malachite looks at her, she feels safe and loved. Malachite's frequent acrobatic activity and her constant work for Nadia keep her on her toes, and Pepi is there to quell her concerns most of the time. Malachite's family has their own comments, but they mainly keep it to themselves, with one of Malachite's younger brothers (kinda like Asta from Black Clover) giving them his outspoken support. They both have babies on the brain, but they don't have any--yet. Man, when it happens, Vesuvia won't know what hit it.

Julian--Okay, first off: the therapy relationship had to conclude before the romance TRULY begins. As Julian traveled, he gained fame as an acclaimed actor (when he's not being a scientist), with Malachite right by his side, acting, singing, and dancing. The triplets--three tan sons with auburn hair--are also aspiring actors, and Malachite's family is more than interested in cultivating the next generation's skillset. While weary of Julian's science affiliation (being more on the magic side), they find him a respectable--albeit aloof--man who is good for Malachite.

Relationship with the LIs in a poly route

I'll keep it short: I imagine he's legally married to Nadia since she's the best option position-wise and his family wouldn't protest, but given that I headcanon Lucio and Portia living in the castle as well, he most frequently engages in relations with them. And he has a FWB relationship with Julian, Muriel, and Asra, with the potential to be more. He has several kids, and the family is certainly growing.

Note: when romancing the guys, you can imagine adoption, surrogacy, or mpreg, but I'm just going the mpreg route. Also I imagine a bonus route where Malachite romances Salim and Namar without being a homewrecker.

#reddit #the arcana #nix hydra #fictif #dorian

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zonerobotnik · 2 years ago

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Okay, so since I don't want to risk being sent "Take this down" messages about the art I was sent again, I'm just going to address the stuff talked about in it. Plus, I'm less likely to lose the art reference if I don't post these. Wish I had thought about that when I shared all the pictures I was sent before, but…well, live and learn.

Submission 1: This was about Hugo and his character description. At one point, it's mentioned that he doesn't drink because he doesn't like losing control of himself, but the submitter said that later picture of him holding mugs of beer contradict this.

Well, let's be honest, just because the mug is full, it doesn't mean he's drinking it. It's a common trope in pretty much every setting that a character buys someone a drink and themselves one for appearances but don't drink it. We see him holding it in pictures, but it's not at his lips. So, he could still dislike drinking.

Also, he could be drinking root beer. Same foamy stuff on top, especially the barrel-brewed stuff. (Though, that stuff is bitter AF and I don't like it.)

Modern Hugo should be a danseur in the ballet or just in some dance troupe. That boy's got legs for days.

Submission 2: A bunch of Pre-V&7K Varigo pictures. Pretty sure that V&7K started because they drew Hugo's DND version with him. The pictures in submission 2 feature Hugo in a normal ponytail and not the V&7K style, so that's 24 year old Hugo the Human hanging out with 14-15 year old season 1 Varian. (Varian, please stop falling for older guys. facepalm) On the other hand, even though he has the ponytail he looks younger, so this may have been them experimenting with aging him down, and the one picture of them actually flirting has Varian looking a bit older. Still, fun reference and bit of history.

Submission 3: A bunch of pictures featuring Hugo the human and his boyfriend Pyrus Bitterfang. Submission 4 continues on this with talking about how Cyrus is based on human Pyrus and so Hugo from V&7K and Cyrus being a couple is totally fine. To that, I say "Well, sure, if Hugo wasn't 19 and Donella wouldn't kick Cyrus' ass for touching him like that." When they were a couple in DND, they were much closer in age and Donella wasn't a factor.

I do like the hammer in this concept art, though. Definitely gotta use that at some point. Also, why did they not keep that braid? Rude to cut his hair. #giveCyrusbackhisbraid2023

Submission 5: A bunch of cute pictures of Hugo being slobby and sleepy. Most of them are of the DND version, though, with only one of them looking like V&7K's. The hairstyle is a big indicator.

Submission 6: Again, an assortment of DND and V&7K. The picture of Hugo smoking is from the DND (ponytail), but the alchemist outfit and gun pictures have the undercut, so that's V&7K. I'm liking the gun picture's outfit, definitely should have him wear it at some point.

Lastly, there's a picture of Hugo the human's new design for a futuristic sci-fi setting and that's pretty cool.

Submission 7: Olivia. She's adorable, and how she is able to move around and be her own mouse is unknown, but these are some cute reference pictures. I think magic was definitely involved, maybe even soul-trapping magic - that'd be pretty dark, though.

Anyways, thanks for the submissions, I will keep them for reference and incorporate some of this information into TREL and any other V&7K-based fics I do in the future.

#ask zone stuff #iamobsessedwithvarian

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ectogeo-rebubbles · 2 years ago

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Yaaaay, the results are in, congrats to little spoon Garak!!!

That's def what I think of as their more frequent tendency too, so I'm very happy with this result, great job everyone!

Also, I really appreciated all the notes in the tags, y'all really understood the assignment, and all these thoughts are adorable af, and I am truly THRIVING! <3 ...And now I'm going to pluck all of the relevant headcanon tags that people left while the poll was active like they are flowers and then arrange them into the most beautiful bouquet, grouped approximately by concept. For science. ^_^ [Plus I'll sometimes add in some of my own responses in brackets.]

IMPROVED DISTRIBUTION OF WARMTH

Garak's cold blooded, so he'll appreciate it more. -@wildishmazz

#garak because he wants the most warmth -@confusedlamp

#julian basically covers garaks entire back to act as a heated blanket -@food-forever-friend

#garak #he’s fuckin cold blooded LET HIM ENJOY HIS WARM HUMAN -@ashaydamn

THE NEED TO HOLD

#julian is the big spoon bcuz he is like an octopus -@the-last-dillpickle [yeah <3 so true <3]

#Garak obviously #Bashir still has a teddy as an adult which is a Big Spoon Quality -@gnawingstartrek [yes, I agree, I think Kukalaka is FUNDAMENTAL evidence for the big spoon Bashir theory]

THE NEED TO BE HELD

#oh yea garak for SURE #for lizard reasons yes #but also #something something the trust and intimacy implicit in showing your back to someone #allowing their teeth so close to your throat #giving their hands free access to the soft parts of you while you lay together #....something -@carnelian-pimpernel [YES! EXACTLY! YOU GET IT!!!! anyway, brb, going feral about this]

#yeah no the girlies are right that man needs to be HELT -@tokidokifish

#I think this balance works out #in the early seasons julian was so desperate to be loved and garak would never admit to being sentimental #but for most of the show that lizard needs to be held and that twink has to be the one to do it #tbh I mostly imagine them side by side or face to face -@scurvygrass [Yeah, good point, I can def see the tendencies changing over time, as trust increases and their relationship develops <3]

THOUGHTS ON GARAK'S REACTION TO "SPOON"

#I don't buy that garak would be genuinely offended by the term 'spooning' #but I can see him pretending he is #since finding new ways to get a rise out of julian is clearly a favorite pastime of his -@vermin-disciple [hehehe, I agree]

#I don't think Garak cares that much about what it's called #The most it'd genuinely get out of him is a bitchy eyebrow raise #He might play up offense to screw with Julian because they both do shit like thay I think -@bijoumikhawal

#obviously its garak #but they trade off #like its almost an even split #almost #as for spooning the first time he heard the term he was like #what did you just call me #but then julian explained about spoon storage #and he was like oh #yeah okay - @milesobriensrolledupsleeves

#garak misinterprets 'spooning' as 'presing foreheads together' but julian is cool with this -@fionn-o-nassus [awwww]

OTHER CUDDLING HEADCANONS

#i think it depends on the night. like theyll go either way depending on a variety of factors -@cardasssians [oooh, I kinda want to know your thoughts about the factors! Because yeah I agree they don't necessarily ALWAYS cuddle only one way, but I'm curious what you think would make that fluctuate on a nightly basis, as opposed to like a change over time from one tendency to the other]

#picture them spooning and watching a movie #if juilan is the little spoon Garak can't see shit over his tall ass #if Garak is the lil spoon Julian can't keep that thick Cardassian neck in smooching range without it blocking his view -@bite-my-grimy-fleshy-ass [okay but maybe getting that neck into smooching range is the point hehehehehe >:)]

#they don't spoon #Garak lies on top of Julian as if he were a rock -@section-69 [hell yeahhhh, I am so here for garak lying on top of julian]

#prev tags so true #cannot imagine them spooning I think they lie next to each other and read in bed like old ppl -@some-sorta-horta [pssst, did you know that I have drawn them reading side by side in bed? :3 so i def agree that they do that too haha]

#Garak lies on top of Julian as if he were a rock #<- agree with prev #but I still hold firm that Julian is the little spoon just by virtue of Garak sometimes sliding off him in sleep #and ending up pretty much spooning Julian #but it began as Garak lying on top of him -@kamijoxversailles

Anyway, thanks to all who voted and contributed to this group analysis of Garashir cuddle dynamics!

an important Garashir question!!!

There is a correct answer. To me. :)

Also, optionally, feel free to put in the tags how indignant you think Garak gets that humans happen to call a variety of cuddling "spooning", and/or tell me any other cuddly Garashir headcanons you might have <3

#thanks for coming to my-- no to OUR ted talk #<3 #my polls #garashir

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hayaku14 · 2 years ago

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Hc that when the media dropped the 'highschool' from Shinichi's detective title once he graduated, they latched onto a new one: The Kid Saviour

i know this sounds lame af but hear me out i'm going for the opposite of 'kid killer' and i think this is the funniest dumbest thing LOL

Apparently, Shinichi saving a kidnapped child―in his actual age body!―that one time plus paparazzis taking pictures of him being trailed by the detective boys everywhere is proof enough that he adores kids (he denies it he does tho but admits that he's begrudgingly fond) and will put his life on the line to save them (he will but that's true for all living things so.)

He becomes some sort of Protector of the Children™ in the eyes of the general public to the point where parents would teach their children, "Don't talk to strangers but if you're ever in trouble and you see this man, you go up to him and ask for help."

Of course, the parents' definition of trouble is far more nefarious than their children's innocent interpretation so while some kids will walk up to Shinichi and ask for help because they're lost or hurt, others will ask help on more pressing matters like:

"Onii-san, what do I do? I broke my mom's favorite cup. 😥"

or "Kudou-san, can you please teach me fractions? 😣"

or "Shin-niichan, I can't open my water bottle. Can you open it for me? 😔"

(the last kid just copied how their parents calls shinichi, okay! they're a fan of shin-chan, okay!!)

That's how Shinichi ends up doing odd jobs for random children (because he cannot say no to the little gremlins and he became used to it during his Conan Days™ anyways so.)

#kudou shinichi #edogawa conan #detective conan #dcmk #dc prattles #I'll add more to this because i think it's cute lol #also gotta make it kaishin because im trash for them ;3c #anyways i love kudou 'ugh FINE i will help u this time but this time happens all the time cos he cant say no to kids who need help' shinich #hehe i love shinichi sm #kaishin #it'll become kaishin just you wait for 1 week to 11 months maybe lol

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barnesafterglow · 3 years ago

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let it happen

summary: when you run into your adorable lab partner at a frat party, the night doesn't end like you could ever expect

pairing: frat!steve x f!reader

word count: 3k

warnings: explicit language, mild smut (MINORS DNI), drinking, drunk sex, charming af steve, a smidge of angst, cheesy confessions, wanda ia a good bro, and so is sam

a/n: this took me a lot longer than i thought but i think it ended up okay! thank you @sweetascanbee for requesting this, i hope it was everything you wanted <3

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C’mon, it won’t be that bad, she had said. Of course it wasn’t that bad for her, she had Vision’s tongue down her throat practically the second she walked through the door. Wanda better be glad you loved her so much.

You had gotten lucky with your randomized roommate freshman year. Moving to a city where you knew no one was not the best move as far as your social life was concerned, but you and Wanda had clicked instantly and you had been pretty much attached at the hip ever since. Except, now she had started dating someone and more and more of her time was spent at his frat house.

The very frat house where you now stood with your back to the wall, watching Wanda and Vis dance while you sipped on your third drink of the night. You were starting to feel the effects of the alcohol, but without anything else to do, idly drinking was your best option.

You wanted to be annoyed - Wanda has spent all week convincing you to come to this frat party because you had been cramped up in your room stressing over finals - but she looked so happy you couldn’t fault her for wanting to get out of your apartment for a night. Plus, you really did need a break, the stress was starting to get to you.

Stepping into the kitchen, you nearly spilled the rest of your cup when you saw who was standing in front of the fridge.

Steve Rogers - your chemistry lab partner who you had been pining over all semester. He was a gentleman through and through, which endeared you to him immediately and caused your small crush to snowball into a full blown panic to Wanda for a week straight when he saved you from scorching yourself on a Bunsen burner. The feeling of his massive hand wrapped around your wrist was ingrained in your brain forever.

He was sweet and charming and definitely not the type of guy you pictured ever being in a frat. You were about to high tail it out of the kitchen when he closed the refrigerator door and his eyes immediately landed on you.

“Y/N! Hey!” His smile was so wide, you could tell he was genuinely happy to see you. It made your heart constrict and you didn’t know if you hated it or not. “I didn’t know you would be here.”

“I didn’t either,” you laughed nervously. For some reason you could not gain your composure around this man. It was easier in the lab where you had one thing to talk about. Even when your conversations diverged to more personal topics, it could always be brought back to chemistry when you felt like you were about to make a fool of yourself. But there was no chemistry now, at least not in the practical sense. The explosion in your stomach when his large frame wrapped you in a hug had to be some kind of chemical reaction, you were sure.

“My roommate convinced me,” you continued. “I didn’t even know you were in a frat.”

“Oh yeah, my best friends kind of roped me into it our first year, and I guess I liked it enough to stick around.” That same moment, a tall man with bright eyes and a gapped smile came up on his right side, throwing an arm over his shoulder. “Speaking of, Y/N, this is Sam. The running partner I told you about.”

You laughed at that, while Sam playfully glared. “Hey, it’s not my fault you’re built like a superhuman or some shit. I can keep up with anyone else.”

“Anyways,” Sam said, obviously getting to the reason he came to find Steve in the first place. “We were about to play a drinking game, if you want to join.”

“Sure.” Steve turned to follow Sam who had begun to make his way out of the kitchen, and looked back at you expectantly. “You coming?”

You nodded, maybe a little too eagerly, and quickly filled up your cup from the punch bowl on the counter before shuffling through the throng of people in the living room to where Steve and Sam had disappeared up a flight of stairs.

When you stepped off the landing, you were met with a much smaller group of people than were downstairs, including Wanda who was perched on Vis’s lap. She jumped up at the sight of you, practically throwing herself at you, and you could smell the alcohol on her breath.

“Y/N! I’ve missed you!” Her eyes were a bit glassy, and you laughed as she smacked a kiss right on your lips before making her way back to Vision. “Come sit over here.”

She waved you over, but her and Vision were crammed on a loveseat with Steve, and there was no space for you to sit. Surveying the room, you realized there wasn’t anywhere else for you on any of the other couches either, and your best bet was a spot in the floor.

Steve, however, was not having any of that, and let you have his spot. He settled onto the floor with his back pressed against your legs and you had to take a moment to calm the erratic beating of your heart. You were thankful for the drinks coursing through your system, otherwise you may have bolted for the door. Instead, you boldly ran a hand through his hair like you wanted to so many times. When your sober brain finally caught up to your drunk actions, you nearly snatched your hand back, but you realized he was leaning into you more, so you stayed where you were.

“Sammy, what are we playing?” someone asked, and Sam stood up, dramatically turning to make sure everyone was looking at him.

“This is why he’s the president,” Steve muttered low enough for just you to hear it. “Always has to be the center of attention.”

You giggled at that, while Sam announced that you would be playing Never Have I Ever and explained the rules - whoever’s turn it was would say something they had never done before and whoever had done that thing would take a drink.

“I’ll start,” Steve piped up. “Never have I ever tried to make wings out of cardboard and broken my leg falling off a roof.”

Everyone else laughed while Sam booed at that, but took a drink anyway. The game went in a circle with varying degrees of crudeness - anything from never have I ever kissed my best friend to never have I ever hooked up with a professor which you gasped at when Wanda slyly took a sip.

“What?” she said, feigning innocence. “Professor Levinson is fine and you know it.”

Finally, Sam’s turn came around and you could tell by the shit eating grin on his face that he was gearing up to get back at Steve for singling him out.

“Never have I ever had a massive crush on my lab partner.”

You nearly choked, and with a glance down at Steve you could see every inch of visible skin spread with a fiery blush. Then, to your complete and utter surprise, he finished the last of his drink and threw the cup at Sam before getting up from the floor and quickly walking out of the room.

Wanda smacked your arm as you watched him leave, and basically shoved you to follow after him.

He was pacing the long hallway outside of the room you had previously been in, his hair pointed in a hundred different directions because he had obviously been running hands through it.

When he turned and saw you, you didn’t even get a moment to speak before he was crowding you against the wall, his hands a bruising grip on your waist.

His warm breath fanned over your face and your heart was pounding so loud that you could barely hear yourself whisper, “What are you doing?”

“Same thing you are, I hope.”

At a loss for words, you simply nodded your head and suddenly his lips were encompassing yours, his hands roaming your body. You melted into him, right there in the middle of the hallway where anyone could see you.

You started to protest when he pulled away, but he laced his fingers with yours and tugged you down another hall, pushing you into what you assumed was his bedroom.

His lips were back on yours the second the lock clicked, and before you knew it, clothes were shed and his body rested, warm and heavy, on top of you. He kissed a line down your jaw, across your collarbones, stopping to graze his teeth over one of your nipples, which caused your hips to buck up against his.

It was then you could feel just how big he was, and you audibly gasped.

His usual sweet demeanor was replaced with something different - confident and a little cocky - as he hovered over you.

“Y’okay, baby?” You couldn’t answer, a moan catching in your throat as his fingers glided through your folds, spreading the mess you had already made.

“Want you, Steve. Please.” Your vision went white as his fingers were replaced by the thick head of his cock, nudging you open inch by inch. When he was fully seated inside you, you arched your bed off the back only for him to press a hand to your chest, keeping you flat on the bed.

Between the fuzziness of the alcohol and the euphoria he was making you feel, time passed by in a blur of pleasure, until his erratic thrusts became still against you. You vaguely registered him pulling away, hearing a whine that had to come from you as the heat of his body left you.

The last thing you remembered was a cool cloth between your legs and you were asleep before you could feel the pair of strong arms encircle your waist.

The next morning brought a hangover and an unfamiliar bed.

The initial panic you felt was dispelled when you saw Steve’s sleeping face, only for it to come back full force when you realized it was Steve laying beside you. You wracked your brain, trying to piece together what had happened the night before.

You remembered a drinking game, Steve getting upset about something and you following him from the room, and then suddenly you were naked in his bed. There was a lot of disconnect, nothing quite making sense in the middle, and you quickly scrambled from his bed, trying to get out and figure out what happened before he woke up.

Unfortunately, your legs were tangled in his sheets and you ended up crashing to the floor, your shoulder throbbing to match your headache.

The sound of your body smacking the hardwood must have woken Steve up, because when you finally stood, all your clothes in your line of sight grasped in your hands, he was sitting up in bed looking at you.

You felt suddenly, embarrassingly naked, even with the memories from last night flashing in your mind. You just wished you could remember how it happened, but the only solid memories were those of his hands roaming your body, and unfortunately those weren’t answering any of your questions.

After you had turned away from him and put your clothes back on - sans underwear, which you were sure he would find in the depths of his room at some point - you finally forced yourself towards the door.

As much as you wanted a recount of what happened, your pride won out, and you couldn’t stand another moment in this room, knowing you were likely just another notch on his frat boy belt.

Your mind screamed at you to stop and think for just a minute. This was Steve you were talking about - sweet, careful Steve, who followed you around the lab like a lost puppy and brought you coffee after particularly rough lectures, even when it made him late. This was Steve and yet your panicking brain couldn’t decipher the look on his face. You were so sure that it would lead to inevitable heartbreak that at the moment he opened his mouth, you bolted from the room without a glance back.

You heard him yell after you, then a thud that was probably him getting caught in his own sheets and crashing to the floor much like you had. You could also feel the eyes of the handful of frat members that watched you dart through the living room and out the front door.

Thankfully, yours and Wanda’s apartment was only a couple of blocks from the neighborhood where the row of fraternity houses were, so within ten minutes you were trudging up the steps and to your own front door.

Where you promptly realized you didn’t have your keys. Or your phone.

After banging on the door for a constant minute, Wanda finally swung it open, wearing nothing but a t-shirt that was not her own and looking very annoyed. Though her expression softened when she took in your puffy eyes, and you realized that you had been crying.

She wrapped an arm around you, guiding you towards your couch and tucking a throw blanket around you before she disappeared into her room. You heard low murmuring and a moment later, Vision emerged, giving you a quick wave before leaving.

You wiped at the fresh tears threatening to well over your lash line, and your best friend finally came back with a steaming mug of coffee, just how you liked it.

“What happened?” she asked, petting over your hair like she knew you loved. Wanda was so good at taking care of you; she had a natural instinct for knowing exactly what you needed, almost like she could read your mind.

You spilled the entire story to her, setting your cup on the table and curling up with your head in her lap. She listened to you recount the bits you remembered, then let you cry it out when you were done.

“Oh honey,” she whispered. “You don’t even remember the most important part?”

“What’s the most important part?”

She told you about the stretch of time you previously had no recollection of, though it was starting to all come together as she spoke. Sam’s obvious jab at Steve, the way he had drained his drink at the indirect mention of you, the longing glances all night you had failed to see, but Wanda caught every one.

“I’m such an idiot,” you wailed, burying your face in your hands as you sat up. You were mortified - here you had been convincing yourself that Steve had simply taken you to bed out of convenience, when you had it all wrong. And you had just left him without any explanation yourself.

“Only a little,” she teased, and you wanted a whole to open up and swallow you right then. You were going to have to drop out of your chemistry lab, and retake it next semester. Then you would have to reroute your walk to campus to ensure you never passed frat row. This was the end of your life as you knew it.

You were just about to tell Wanda all of this when a knock sounded at the door.

Almost like you knew who was on the other side, you stayed hunkered on the couch while Wanda got up to answer it, and not even a minute late Steve fucking Rogers stood in front of you, with your phone and keys clutched in his hand, fidgeting as if he didn’t know what to do with himself.

“You can sit. If you want,” you said, and he nodded before setting your stuff down and settling down next to you. He was close enough that your thighs could brush together if you moved even a hair, and it awakened some hope that you thought died when you left his bedroom that morning.

Wanda had wisely abandoned you, and the silence stretched until you both broke it with apologies tumbling over each other.

“What are you sorry for?” you asked, clearly confused since you were the one that was a total moron.

“I just,” he stopped, running his hand down his face - in either exasperation or embarrassment - before he continued. “You were drunk, and I took advantage of that. I feel like an asshole and I know I don’t even deserve your forgiveness after that.”

A laugh escaped you; you couldn’t believe what a ridiculous pair you two made.

“Well I felt like an asshole for disappearing on you. And for assuming you just hooked up with me because I was there and not because you liked me.”

His cheeks flamed at your words and he started something along the lines of I would never before you cut him off.

“I know. Now, at least. Wanda filled in the things I couldn’t quite remember, and I feel awful.” You took a deep breath, contemplating your next words. “Speaking of, if you had stuck around long enough, you may have seen me take a drink, too. Though not one quite as dramatic as yours.”

Though his eyes widened in shock, a grin to match split across his face.

“Really?”

You nodded, moving on the couch so you were facing him, your knees brushing against his when he moved too.

“Can we agree that we’re both a little stupid? And forget last night?”

“Well,” he responded, cupping your face in his hands and running his thumbs along your cheekbones. “There are some things from last night that I will never be able to forget. But I do think a redo is in order.”

Your cheeks heated at the implication, but you leaned forward, breathing him in. When your nose bumped against his, your breath hitched. And the moment your lips met, it felt like the first time all over again.

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widow-maximov · 3 years ago

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Sorry to double send, I realized my ask probably may not have been detailed enough

I imagine like reader works at a bookstore or library or cool store of some kind. And Wanda walks in lookin Daddy af but is polite and kind of a gentleman ya know? Like she’s confident and definitely flirting with reader but in a gentle kinda soft not to forward way. But reader is just fumbling anyway cuz hello Wanda Maximoff is in front of her smiling at her.

Also picturing Wanda like wearing a short sleeve shirt that’s like tight on the sleeves or something OR she’s wearing a button up with the sleeves rolled up (AHHH) and yes so I’m imagining her leaning on the counter just casually flexing and her shirt already shows off her biceps but reader (me) is trying not to faint

Also picturing Wanda genuinely wants to get a book or whatever thing she decides to buy if not a bookstore and it’s like a cool af book. And reader is like 😍 —-If you need book ideas you could do Kindred by Octavia Butler or Beloved by Toni Morrison (ik those two are intense) you could also do How Long til Black Future Month By NK Jemisin..(that one is sort of less intense anyways I love all those books and they’re really good).

Evening Shift

Pairing: Wanda x Reader

Warning: Language, angst, fluff

Summary: Regular day working at a book store, you wouldn't think that someone as famous as Wanda Maximoff takes a trip to where you work, how will your gay heart react?

Word count: 2.4k

A/N: I would just like to say that I prefer detailed requests but I don't mind those who send some what detailed, thank you for this request, it was quite fun writing it.

My requests are always open so feel more than welcome to pop in a suggestion for the next story :3

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You always would recall messy interactions with girls that you met, it was horrible. You could never keep your cool around women, especially ones that just look so fucking hot.

The reason you took the job at the book store, it was because not many people nowadays like books and that just gives you some peace with yourself whilst you're stacking books.

Plus it's a way for you to be yourself and not fall over every word at a sight of a woman, it was a perk that not many young women came in here, but mostly elderly who are just looking to stay somewhere quiet.

This bookstore was known to have every book that has ever been published, some are in the storage room and some are out on display, you really loved it especially when you would have your breaks, you would just sit and read.

It was one of the things that came with the job, unlimited amounts of books and it was the best feeling in the world, day after day went by and yet you were still stunned by how many people were tempted to walk into the store.

Your colleague Mike, recently joined the store as an employee as one of the girls who worked on evening shifts left, so he was hired to replace her but since evening shift didn't have many people, you offered to do it as well.

Since then, you were promoted, it was a feeling of reward for you really, I mean you worked here for sometime and dedicated a lot of time to make sure everything was in order.

As time came to slowly start closing the story, you and Mike were managing the books that were left in places that didn't belong, you heard the door bell as if someone walked in.

You knew that Mike was here so you didn't bother going over to the counter until he ran over to you with his eyes widen "What's wrong?"

"Wanda Maximoff is here" That was his only words.

Your eyes widen at what came out from his mouth "W-what?"

It wasn't the first time she stopped by just never when you were at work but not many people knew who she was, but not you, you knew about her. God of course you knew, you adored her, the way she left everything behind with no one to trust and her brother dead.

It must've done a lot to her and now that she is here, you couldn't face her, you knew you would just make a whole ass mess out of this so you stood glued to your spot "W-well go!"

He whispered "No, you go"

You pushed him slightly "Are you crazy! I'm not going"

He pushed you back "I'm not talking to her, you're the supervisor here!"

Before you could try to send him again, her voice echoed "Hello?"

You gulped, as this time he pushed you out so she could actually see you, you sheepishly smiled at her as you made your way towards the counter.

"Ah, I thought it was closed" She spoke when you were closer.

You smiled at her "N-no, we are soon though"

Her smile dropped "What? Oh silly me I didn't think it was this late"

Your eyes dropped to what she was wearing, a button up shirt with rolled up sleeves with jeans that complimented her figure really well, that shirt fit her perfectly, showing off everything that she wanted to.

How her muscles would flex and teasingly just enough of her cleavage to make you weak in the knees but it all tied together with the most softest smile anyone could pull off.

"Is it okay if I quickly take a look around?" She asked as she noticed your eyes travelling down her body.

You met her eyes, feeling the sudden butterflies hit your stomach "Yes!" You answered quite too loudly and quickly for your own liking

"Check me-" Your eyed widen at your words but quickly tried to cover it up "Check whatever you need" You chuckled nervously in hopes it worked.

Wanda forced the most innocent smile anyone could plaster across their face "With pleasure" she answered as she walked off and a small smirk replaced the smile within seconds.

Your heart hammering in your chest, not quite registering what she said yet, your head whipped to Mike who appeared next to you with a shocked face "That was-"

"Insane!" You whispered, as excitement coursed through you.

He stood next to you as he slightly leaned with his hip on the counter "But you girl are a mess"

You rolled your eyes, knowing that from the start "Yeah no shit"

You didn't even had the time to calm your nervous down before she appeared back by the counter "I'm so sorry to bother, but I can't see the book I am looking for"

Your breath hitched as if she just walked in but this time you actually held onto the counter, trying very hard to not just faint "What book are you looking for?"

Mike asked before any words left your mouth, she smiled at him "Beloved by Toni Morrison"

He smiled slightly "Let me check if I can find it for you"

Now that he was gone, her attention was pulled back to you but your eyes never left her face, who would've believed that the Wanda Maximoff would step into some corner book store at night.

"Very good taste in books" You spoke up, quite surprising yourself when you didn't stutter.

She raised her brow perfectly "Coming from someone who works at a book store it must be true then"

You laugh slightly at her as you nod "Not many people come here and ask for books from the 80s"

She leaned on the counter "They are fascinating, wouldn't you say?"

You nodded with a slight smile across your lips but before you could say anything, she fired another question towards you "I haven't seen you before here, are you new?"

You shook your head "Uh, no, I have worked here for 3 years"

Her brows shot up in shock "Wow, and I haven't had the pleasure to meet you"

Your heart picked up again "Well at least you did now"

Her eyed dropped down to your hands after giving you a nod, her hands reached out to it as she grabbed it and looked at the ring on your finger "That's a really nice ring."

You swallowed down your dry throat "T-thank you, my ex girlfriend bought it"

For some reason you felt the need to point out the gender that you dated, causing her to look up at you "So you're into girls?"

The grip on the counter definitely tighten, trying very hard to keep yourself in balance as you smiled and just nodded "Good to know"

Mike's head appeared with a little smile "Uh Y/n could you come for a second"

His eyes never failed to notice that your hand was held by Wanda, her eyes only left you when she looked at him but they were solely focused on you.

You looked back at her with a nervous smile as you slowly slid by your hand "Excuse me"

She nodded as she turned around to take a double look at the empty room whilst you went to sort out whatever he needed.

"What?" You asked slightly worried.

"You see I can't find out box with the books from the 80s" He confessed with anxiety.

You sighed as you let your eyes close for a second before opening them, you pointed in the direction of a box that was well hidden "They should be there"

He nodded as he walked over to where you pointed and pulled out the box where, you were correct, the books were. He quickly found the book that Wanda needed and handed it to you.

"Here, you can take it to your new girlfriend" He smirked as you took the book from him.

"Not my girlfriend" You whispered as you walked out with a slightly glare at him.

You walked back, a little bit less nervous this time, you held the book out for her to see if it was 100% this one "We had the last one"

She sighed with relief "Thank god I got here when I did because not only I would miss my chance to meet you but also buy this book"

Your cheeks flush a red colour and she noticed, causing slight giggle to escape from you, she smirked as she takes the book but doesn't pull it out of your hands.

Her hands touch yours but her eyes are glued to your face as if to search for some sort of conformation, when you looked into her eyes so quickly at the interaction, letting your breath hitch in your throat at the direct contact.

She knew exactly what she was doing "Thank you little one"

You let go of the book when you realised that you had to calm yourself otherwise you would just trip over your words again, you looked over at the monitor which displayed the price.

"You know, have the book, it's on the house" You offered it as you knew this was once in the life time opportunity.

The corner of her lips tugged upwards at your words "I can't let you do that"

You waved your hands to dismiss her "Nonsense, it's yours"

"Plus when have you ever gotten a free book after walking in near closing" You joked causing her to let out the most cutest giggle you ever heard.

"True" She replied simply, you knew it was the end of this moment, that this was probably the last time you'll see her.

She was close to turning around and walked out but something was stopping her "This could go two ways"

You looked at her a little confused and just let her continue "I could walk out and there could be a possibility of never meeting again or I ask you out to a date and you agree and we see where this goes"

Now your throat was dry, was she really just suggesting a date, it was as if the time has stopped as you stared into her eyes. They felt warm and you without a doubt knew she was that warmth you needed in your life.

"I could give you a choice but I think I already know your answer" She smiled widely as your shocked face made her giggle.

"I'll be back tomorrow by 7pm before the closing for our date, what you say?" She asked as she stood straight with the book held to her body with one hand.

You swallowed down the dry throat, realising you haven't said anything "Y-yeah okay, I will be ready"

But were you? How could anyone be ready for a date with the Wanda who looked like she could grab you by your throat and you would only encourage her to proceed.

As she walked towards the exit, she stood by the door as she looked at you once again and just send one of her winks towards you with a wide smile, all you could do is just blush a deep red colour and try your best to return a smile.

She disappeared and you almost immediately fell to the floor as your knees gave in on you as Mike appeared with a simple "Whoa"

You nodded with your eyes focused on the shelf in front of you, trying to process what just happened "I have a date with Wanda Maximoff.."

He smirked "Now aren't you glad you did evening shifts, little one?"

You finally looked at him with a simple eye roll "At least I got a date"

He opened his mouth in shock "Shut uppp"

You giggled as you finally stood up and looked at the clock "Okay, let close up and head home, I need to pick an outfit"

He laughed as the two of you worked your way through the book store and closed within couple of minutes. As you walked home a smile never left your lips.

It was a very good day, the best day you ever could wish for, you met someone who you adored and now she is here, asking you out like you were the only person in the world.

The next day came quickly and before you knew, even though you felt like it was longer than it was, you stood anxiously as you waited for her.

Mike has gone home as you waited in the book store, the only thing you had to do was close the door and enjoy the rest of the day with your date.

As excitement slowly leaves you and disappointment starts to flood in, a sad realisation hits you, maybe she wont come? Maybe she forgot or maybe it was only false hope..

As time starts to drag with the anticipation of her arrival, you stared at the clock on the wall with a sad smile, maybe it was too good to be truth.

You took a deep breath trying the best to hold back your tears as you closed the door, just as you turned around there she stood, breathing heavily with a smile.

It was as if she read your mind "I'm sorry, the meeting was longer than I expected"

You gave her a smile of relief, she didn't bail, she looked like she ran here, you walked towards her as her eyes finally took you in "Even more beautiful than I remember"

Even though the air was cold, it was easy to tell that her comment made you blush "Good save"

"You look- very hot" Your words left your mouth as you looked up and down at her, she smiled at you as a giggle left her soon after when your eyes took her in.

She laughed as she extended her arm towards you "Ready?"

You smiled at her laughter, taking her hand, taking a second to answer "Always"

Her smile widen and her eyes shined with excitement and a familiar warmth that engulfed the two of you, good you were holding onto her because you were sure you would faint.

If this was your chance at happiness, you took it with a smile and followed it with ease, her eyes were more beautiful with the street lights shining and the most beautiful smile.

This was the start of a beautiful story...

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