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[riotwritesthings]

Hiii yellow or turquoise from the lovely pan flag If you want to <3

this is so dumb idk, I lost all control please enjoy

Fluttering Yellow and Turquoise

WinterIron - T, 1.8k - Crack, Banter

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Tony blinks his way to consciousness and finds that he’s staring up at the warm glow of sunlight through a thick canopy of leaves.

“Ew,” he says, “why am I in a forest?”

The last thing he remembers is some kind of strange energy surging through the tower, the lights flickering and his hair standing on end, and then-

He woke up here. Tony really wishes he was more surprised.

“It’s always a portal,” he sighs as he climbs to his feet, brushing leaves and twigs from his clothes. “I better not be the only one who got caught up in this bullshit,” he grumbles, looking around.

He’s surrounded by massive trees, thick underbrush, and he doesn’t know nearly enough about plants to have a hope of figuring out where he is. He also doesn’t see anyone else around, and worst of all, the portal just had to scoop him up in the middle of getting dressed. He can already feel all the bugs coming for his bare chest and the countless parasites digging their way into his bare feet. Awesome.

After a couple seconds of mental debate, he decides to hell with the risk and shouts, "Hello?! Anyone else here? Even a rude portal-creator, maybe?"

The only reply is the soft rustle of leaves above him and the drone of insects.

“Rude,” he mutters, “they could have at least been around to pick a fight or something after magicking me here.”

He looks around again, but every direction looks the same, just trees and bushes and more trees. He’ll have to just pick a direction at random if he wants to go looking for… anything. He’s also pretty sure that the general rule is to not move when lost, but does it really count as lost when he’s been transported here against his will? And then just left alone to be eaten by insects?

“Ugh,” he groans as he swats at a bug that’s hovering around the light of the arc reactor, "this is why I hate magic. And anything even magic related, it all sucks."

From above him comes a chuckle, then a pained groan, and Tony whips his head up to find Bucky tangled in vines and dangling from thick tree branches about thirty feet above him.

“Oh hey,” Tony calls in greeting, “the portal got you too?”

“Looks like,” Bucky sighs, then starts to struggle against the vines and only accomplishes making himself swing and sway in place. “Why don’t I get to be on the ground?” He groans as he stills again.

“The portal likes me more I guess,” Tony says with a shrug, then wrinkles his nose and adds, “I’m not actually sure I’m happy about that.”

“Least you didn’ have to fall through th’ canopy,” Bucky grumbles, just loud enough for Tony to hear.

"Ooh, look who knows his forest terms," Tony says and then laughs as Bucky starts struggling uselessly again. “Do you not have a knife to cut yourself free?!”

Bucky stops wiggling to glare at him, and then reluctantly admits, “I don’t have one on me.”

“What?” Tony demands with another laugh, temporarily distracted from his anger at the mysterious portal, “Who even are you?!”

“Ha ha,” Bucky says dryly, “You know Sam won’t let me spar with concealed weapons anymore.”

“We’ve all heard the argument,” Tony says with a roll of his eyes, “One time he breaks his toes kicking you in the boot knife, and he’ll never let it go.” A thought occurs to him and he looks around the thick forest again as he asks, “So you were with Sam when the magic hit? I guess step one is figuring out if anyone else has been personally victimized by teleportation.”

"Step one should be you get up here an’ help me," Bucky says grumpily.

“Bold of you to assume I have a knife,” Tony says, “I don’t even have a shirt.” He swats at the bugs buzzing around his chest again and then starts eyeing the trunks of the trees that Bucky is tangled in, trying to figure out how the hell he’s going to do this.

The thick vines wrapped around everything give him hand-holds at least, so Tony grits his teeth and starts climbing. It’s a slow process, the air is thick with humidity, making everything slick and his bare feet slip off of the vines as he tries to make his way up. He’s pretty sure he can feel Bucky getting more and more impatient, and when Tony pauses to glance up he also feels pretty damn impatient about how little progress he’s made.

“Is this a bad time to mention I’ve never climbed a tree?” Tony asks sheepishly, risking letting go of the vines with one hand so he can wipe sweat from his forehead.

“Nah, seems pretty relevant,” Bucky replies, and it looks a lot like he’s trying to fight down a smile, “fair warning, if you fall I am gonna laugh.”

“Great encouragement,” Tony grumbles and returns his attention to climbing.

He has a couple of close calls, but he doesn’t actually fall to his probable death and manages to make his way up to where Bucky is dangling with minimum embarrassment.

“Wow, you are really tangled in here,” he says once he gets a look at how thoroughly Bucky is wrapped in vines and covered with loose leaves.

“Thanks, I hadn’ noticed,” Bucky says, his voice as dry as the desert, and Tony almost loses his hold when he can’t help but laugh.

“Stop,” Tony says, “this is gonna be the most dangerous part, don’t make me laugh. I might fall, I might cut you instead of the vines, who knows, anything could happen.” As expected, he nearly loses his balance trying to wiggle out the knife that, thank fuck, is still in the front pocket of his jeans, and Tony quickly adjusts his position so he can wrap his legs tightly around a sturdy branch. “Pole dance lessons, don’t fail me now,” he mutters under his breath, but apparently Bucky catches it.

“What?” He asks with a laugh.

“Nothing, you didn’t hear that,” Tony says quickly.

“I definitely did,” Bucky says, still laughing, “how has Rhodes never mentioned that in his ‘embarrassing Tony’ stories?”

"Because I threatened him with death," Tony hisses, “now stop laughing, I have a knife here.”

Bucky just grins at him, giving Tony’s admittedly small pocket knife a pointed look before his eyes go wide. “Is that the knife I gave you?” He asks, the teasing gone from his voice.

Tony looks at the knife thoughtfully even though he knows it is. It’s the only pocket knife he owns, because Bucky had gotten hilariously offended that he didn’t have one and had immediately pulled one out of his packet to all but force it into Tony’s hands.

“Impossible to say for sure,” Tony finally says dismissively, because it's that or admit he’s been carrying it pretty much constantly.

“Thought you weren’t gonna carry it,” Bucky says with a knowing grin that does dangerous things to Tony’s pulse.

“Shut up, I don’t know how it got in my pocket,” Tony grumbles, trying to ignore the heat in his cheeks and pointedly turning his attention to cutting Bucky free. The knife is razor sharp, no doubt Bucky’s doing, and it makes quick work of the vines.

“Get my hands first,” Bucky requests, wiggling the only two fingers that apparently aren’t trapped, “I don’t wanna fall any more.”

“And here I was planning on dropping you right on your pretty face,” Tony sighs, then bites his tongue while Bucky laughs.

With each vine that he cuts through Bucky drops an inch or two, swaying in place, and every time he makes a barely audible sound that Tony is trying really hard not to laugh at. He cuts another vine and Bucky lets out a queasy groan as he drops a little further.

“Don’t throw up,” Tony pleads, and he’s only half joking.

“I do not like this,” Bucky groans and what Tony can see of his face is pale, “I changed my mind, jus’ drop me.”

“Didn’t Sam say you just- jumped out of a plane, once?” Tony has to ask as he starts slicing through the vines a little more haphazardly.

"Yeah, an’ I regretted it, but don‘t tell him that,” Bucky says with a weak huff of laughter, “‘sides, that’s different, a quick fall an’ its over. This is- ugh, jus’ hanging here- if this takes much longer I really might- Fuck!”

A bunch of the vines snap at once with a surprisingly loud sound and Bucky drops further, jerking and swearing loudly. Something catches the branch that Tony is clinging to, and he only has a split second to feel it tip with a deep groan before it breaks and Tony falls too. He squeezes his eyes shut, trying to prepare himself for an abrupt meeting with the ground, but instead he feels familiar metal fingers wrap around his wrist before he comes to a sudden stop.

Tony dares to squint one eye open and finds that he’s still dangling about ten feet off the ground. The branch he was on has landed in a massive bush that Tony is very glad he’s not also in, because the leaves are rustling aggressively with the stirring of countless bugs.

“Do not drop me in the murder hornet nest,” Tony demands as he shoots a quick glance up at Bucky, who’s clinging to another branch with one hand and Tony with the other.

“It might not be anything murderous,” Bucky says, but he doesn’t sound very confident. He does tighten his grip around Tony’s wrist at least, even when Tony jerks with a yelp as an explosion of color bursts out of the bush.

“Don’t let them eat me,” Tony says in a panic, trying to pull himself up and climb Bucky’s arm as wings flutter all around him.

"Then stop moving," Bucky returns as they both swing wildly, and Tony reluctantly does.

“Oh,” he says when he finally stills enough to see the bugs, “it’s butterflies. Butterflies don’t eat people, right?”

“Pretty sure no,” Bucky replies with a snort.

Tony looks up at him again as the butterflies continue to swarm past them in a riot of yellow and turquoise wings, making their way up towards the sunlight. Bucky has a small grin on his face as he watches it, and when he notices Tony watching him he smiles wider.

“Not th’ worst time we’ve ever been victimized by magic, huh?” Bucky asks, and Tony doesn’t think he notices that a butterfly has landed on his head, slowly flapping its wings.

Tony has to swallow his heart back down where it belongs before he can grudgingly admit, “Maybe second worst.”

Bucky laughs, sending the butterfly flying again, and Tony can only smile back.

[befuddled-calico-whump]

Sometimes i'm surprised that there's adults in the whump comunity, so, as one of the pillarse of whump art in this platform, how do you manage to keep posting so much content about torturing fictional characters while having an adult Life with adult things to do without someone you know IRL finding your Tumblr and thinking you're a serial killer? /pos

so one big help is that no one I know irl is aware of tumblr's existence (or if they are, they don't have accounts)

A decent chunk of people know I make gore art, and I've show some of them my pieces, but they're usually just like "hehe blood" and don't question it

I'm not overly worried about anyone finding my Tumblr, 'cause I'm not active enough on any other social media for people to go looking lol. If someone asks what I'm working on, I often just give a vague description of Riot Kings (because when am I not working on that?) and it's usually good enough to satisfy their curiosity. (I also have plenty of non-whump art to show folks who ask me what I'm drawing ahaha)

[recreationaldivorce]

i really don't think you should be promoting organisations from other countries on social media unless you have direct ties to them. like people unfamiliar with the context will just end up sharing stuff that's pretty contentious with the local left and they just have no idea. for some stuff e.g. the swp in britain, yes some quick online searching will bring you up to speed, but for some other stuff the issues w various orgs mostly just spread by word of mouth. and while im happy to say that eg a certain org is known for being transphobic, some of the issues we have with orgs can't just be shared on our public social media on a website that doesn't respect privacy like tumblr, bc to explain them means to reveal (& therefore reveal to the state if we're posting on tumblr) our involvement/past involvement with them as political organisers.

[creativriot]

Hello! First off, I wanna say that I absolutely ADORE the concept you have come up with here! Manic taking on the identity of Scourge has me going absolutely insane and I love it SO MUCH!!! Also, the designs you've shown so far are- Ah! Chef's kiss. Beautiful! I especially love the little accents of cyan on Sonic. They look very very nice!

Alright, now for an actual question. I'm interested if you've figured out yet what Sonia's doing during all this and how she reacts to Manic going rogue. I know in Sonic Underground, all three of the triplets are very close, so this has got to be effecting both Sonic and Sonia pretty hard.

(I've got so many different asks I would love to send your way, but I don't want to overwhelm you, so I'll just stick with this one for now. I hope you have a wonderful rest of your day!)

Bwgagwuah Thank you!!! I try my best to come up with interesting lil bits of lore for characters, and really enjoy playing around with the designs of the cast! Sonic’s lil streaks of cyan are supposed to be caused by bits of chaos energy clinging to him and is what causes him to move as fast as he does!

Okay now to actually answer the question instead of infodumping, I’m kind of figuring out if I want to like,,,keep Sonia as a separate character or just kinda merge her with Amy a bit! (As I’ve said, the details on this AU are kinda blurry as I just think of either scenes or character head canons/designs) and work from there)

I mean like, as much as I love sonic’s world(s) and hate the notion that some of his friends are just kinda useless (I will defend Big with my last breath), in terms of AUs and Storytelling I don’t want to deal with his giant cast as much as I love ‘em. And like…they’re both pink (okay Sonia is kind of? Purple? But my point still stands) hedgehogs, and from what I remember from Underground (honest confession the most I remember from the show is the theme and I think the first few episodes?) Sonia was just kinda characterized as like the straight man and also like… ‘The Girl One’

But as I said I’m unsure if this will fall through.

But yes, as you’ve mentioned I assume Sonia?Amy? Would be pretty devastated at this revelation as one would imagine and probably be the one pushing the hardest to get this man to go good.

And I hope YOU have a wonderful rest of your day! 🫵

[thebitchforjemcarstairs]

Still no answer to the question. THE CARSTAIRS STILL OWE THE HERONDALES FOLKS. SEE YOU IN TWP.

I love how she did not answer the question of Tessa and the Spiral Labyrinth 😭

[not-poignant]

On the topic of manwha, are there any titles you'd reccomend?

Like you I prefer enemies-to-lovers and dubcon in stories too so if you have any recommendations I'd love to know them ☺

I've read like... well over 200-250 manhwa now - I did used to categorise them all on Goodreads, but recently Goodreads has been adding them to the category 'not a book' which I would find less hypocritical if they did the same with unpublished fanfiction, but of course...they haven't.

As a result, I kind of have to recategorise all the webtoons and manga I've read onto LibraryThing, but that makes reccing things really hard, because my ADHD makes it impossible for me to remember names and authors off the top of my head almost all the time, so I use categorisation services like Goodreads to help me out.

That being said, a lot of manhwa are enemies-to-lovers and dubcon as well, especially some of the most popular ones. I read across a lot of different genres, I suppose for ones I've been enjoying lately (but as a result many aren't completed) there's Define the Relationship (not enemies-to-lovers but alpha/alpha with dubcon), XXX-Buddy / Perfect Buddy (which is one of the best things in the whole world), Semantic Error (which is also a completed light novel and I believe a live action), Murderer Llewellyn's Enchanting Dinner Invitation, On or Off, I Can Hear It Without a Microphone / Full Volume (though I don't rate the side story at the end so I've stopped reading), Love for Sale, and B-Class Guide. I also really love Highest Order (Love so Pure) which isn't enemies-to-lovers or really dubcon, but is just a really amazingly written manhwa with one of my favourite side-stories of all-time. Oh and how can I forget Aporia, which is incredible, and idk why so many people fucking sleep on this one.

But yeah I'm probably missing like 50 recommendations. These are either ones I'm reading now or intend to reread soon. I'm not including any manga here, just webtoons / manhwa.

But that can be a good place to start! Not all of these are enemies-to-lovers and not all of these have dubcon and some have both and some have only one or only the other, lol. I go by good writing / writing that I find interesting.

[teememdee]

14, 20, and 27 for the ask game?

sure!!!!!

14 - Any headcanons about your favourite region? -- For my fic set in Ionia I kept most things as close to canon as they're described with the Spirit Blossom festival, but I did make up a celebratory dance based on the traditional Japanese Bon Odori dance. I don't remember exactly how I came across it but it's in line with the themes of Spirit Blossom and the fic itself.

20 - If you got to add voicelines to a character of your choosing, what voicelines would you add? -- Definitely more lines for Kassadin. I want some encounter lines similar to the ones that Kai'Sa has towards him, ones of confusion / disbelief, and even anger. Contrast Kai'Sa's "could it be true?" with a plain "this isn't true" from Kassadin. Additionally have him cry out both Kai'Sa AND his dead wife's names. It says he does that in his color story. Please I just want to know what his wife's name was. More stuff about her in the long move voicelines as well, I just want a full look into how exactly his mind has deteriorated in all of his grief and blind fury / determination to avenge his family. Love that guy. Need him to be having the worst time ever.

27 - If you were to make another band in the Riot Records universe, what characters would you pick and what genre of music would they make? -- I'm gonna give two answers because I can't help myself. Technically 3 as I repeat my stance that I think RGM should stick with the groups they have and give them more songs instead of shoving out more groups that they put less time into producing, but anyway -- I'd really like to see Irelia as a kpop soloist, I'm so super surprised that she's never gotten a cameo in K/DA-verse as her whole thing is being a dancer. In my mind she's a bit older than the K/DA members, and someone that Kai'Sa has looked up to. Her music could be like Chung Ha, Jihyo, or Nayeon's stuff. My second answer is a female-led pop punk / indie pop/rock band because that's my favorite genre of music, and it could explore a lighter sound than Pentakill's metal. My mind has always put Rell or Katarina as the lead vocalist for that, but Zeri or perhaps Riven could work as well. These types of bands are either all female or a female lead vocal + two random guys she picked up at the mall, and prior to HEARTSTEEL I always had Aphelios in there, but if he's off doing that then maybe Akshan, Talon, maybe even Sylas?

thanks for asking!! (link to ask game)

[andfangs]

CAN I EXPLAIN WHY I HATE MISHA COLLINS AND HIS FUCKING!!!!!!!!!!!!! PENIS ON TWITTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GOD THAT FUCKING GUY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THAT FUCKING!!!!!!!!! GUY!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sorry I'm fine I'm normal but if I ever met that man I'd probably deck him in the face and get deported.

presented without comment 💖

[theloveinc]

no bc i agree i think kirishima can only handle being cool headed for so long but like does he feel bad for snapping that bad or no🤔🤔🤔🤔

(ref post here! - @/katsukikitten)

of course he does!!! ....kinda.

i mean. i think it depends of if it's really your fault or not. and the situation you're in.

Like if he snaps when you aren't aware he's in a bad mood, or you're just trying to be helpful about something, like stress or eating enough (he never means to actually make you cry) ...

but if you're picking on his nerves about something you know he doesn't like? it's not like an apology is completely out of the question......... but he's not exactly going to feel... bad, either.

gives an apology that's more like a reminder, so to say. a hug and a kiss to remind you that he loves you, but also a stern look that says "you better not do that shit again" (gee, i wonder who he learned that from?).

i also think there's, idk, maybe three/four outcomes?

the nice one where he coddles you, the mean one where he coddles you but doesn't feel bad.......... the one where he fucks the shit out of you (gentle) to make you feel better, AND the one where he fucks the shit out of you (mean) if he can't think of any other way to make it up to you AND get the message across at the same time.

it's a lil freaky.

[theskystealerthebookthief]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals and followers :)

Hi @fivedayslater! I like your posts :D Thanks for sending this to me

Here are my 5 things:

1. A good cup of tea

2. Conversations with a friend or a loved one

3. A story that makes me laugh/cry/feel

4. The found family dynamic!

5. Jokes so bad they’re good

[heartate]

okay. i will try to find the inspiration to make new banners for myself for my headcanons, because that's what's stopping me from reposting them from my archives lmaooo. i keep telling myself "you don't need them" but i also want to be pretty. making templates is easy but making graphics for myself... it's like pulling my teeth out LMAO.

but anyways i was just thinking like . . . not that this has ever been a problem for me, but! i think unless someone is familiar with, you know, how vesani are, other muses shouldn't assume ahri has the ability to shapeshift between fox and humanoid form. she'll never do it in front of anyone either, unless she very much trusts them. ahri is very casual about this, though, in that like . . . she's comfortable with nudity / being nude and while she's very much aware of what it does for the average human / even other being, it just . . . doesn't bother her and she's just kind of like lol ascend your mind 4head. but still like, you know, her being very unique in her existence and not knowing where her people are / if they exist, she's quite guarded with her identity, especially as she's grown in age and grown into a more empathetic being after consuming so many souls / essences of souls (re: not the entire soul). i think i have a headcanon about this somewhere, but . . .smiles.

[liketolaugh-writes]

On another topic altogether: what if most ghosts have casual, short answers that they usually give to people who ask how they died?

Like, a lot of fics (DPxDC in particular) have ghosts instantly losing their minds when someone asks about their death. It's not just normal rude, it's Magical Rude. But realistically, people usually have a way of dealing with frequent invasive questions. (See: amputees and people with obvious scarring.) Not to say those questions should be asked, don't fucking @ me, but they have a way of dealing with them.

So Box Ghost throws his arms up and says, "OSHA VIOLATIONS!" and then leaves.

Desiree snorts and says, "Men."

Johnny says up front, "Got in a motorcycle accident. Always wear a helmet, kid." Kitty just gestures to Johnny. They died together.

Walker explains the exact prison riot he died during, how two convicts overpowered a guard and then took over the armory. Doesn't say exactly what happened to him.

Danny, he says "It was a lab accident." (Though Danny may be more used to explaining his death in detail, since there's no way to explain what he is except exactly, in graphic detail, what happened to him.)

Ember likes to share the details. It makes people sorry they asked.

Some won't talk about it at all, of course. Lunch Lady (who starved during the Depression) doesn't. Technus (heart attack) shrugs the question off. Spectra (domestic violence) laughs in your face. Youngblood (Oregon Trail bullshit) makes things up. Vlad will actually punch you right away, but he's no shining beacon of mental stability.

But for the most part, you get one tense pass.

It's when you press for details that you're asking to get got.

[thebiggestmenace]

Though I’m not a fan of the estrangement storyline I hope the show goes into more detail about it. It’s two whole years of their relationship we don’t know anything about and it aggravates me.

Did they ever have to make awkward conversation? Did Tommy/Mariah ever try to help them reconcile? Did one of them ever have a close call on patrol and the other came and checked in on them?

Based on the bar flashback scene it seems that no one in Jackson knew they were on bad terms, so I’m assuming they kept up an act in public

it aggrevates me, too! what happened between them?? again, really hope they explain/show more in the show. my mantra with wanting more things shown in the show is that they added stuff to the first season that wasn't really in the game, so surely they can add a few things to the second season. surely. so surely they can show what happened between joel and ellie. surely.

I'm sure they had to have a few awkward conversations. especially at the beginning of their estrangement. like, ellie's just ignoring joel and joel's just confused, surely they had to have a few awkward conversations/interactions. I'm not really a fan of game tommy, but I do like to think he would've tried to have the two of them sit down and talk about it. which probably resulted in them suddenly disappearing and being so busy. maybe maria tried to help, too! she wouldn't have been that sly about it, though. I imagine she'd try to do it on behalf of jackson. like tommy focuses on them reconciling for family bonding reasons, maria focuses on them reconciling for jackson reasons. the latter making them behave in public. the former probably gets ignored. ooo if one of them had a close call?? mmm I could see them being sly about it so as to not tip the other off. like joel realizes ellie left something in the main house that needs to be brought to her this instant (and it's like a spoon or something small) and ellie hanging around windows or being bold enough to just walk into the main house and steal something from him to check on him. but also, you remember the bloater flashback?? what the FUCK was that? ellie almost gets her head ripped off, and all joel has to say is "that was too damn close"???? sir, that is your daughter. you shot up an entire hospital to save her? a bloater tries to rip her head off and you're barely even phased??? I hope they change that scene a bit in the show. I feel like joel would've freaked out a bit more than that??? and would've fretted trying to make sure ellie was okay.

mmmm the bar scene :( assuming it's the dance, they had to have put on a façade in public. which was probably a work in progress. I doubt it was there in the beginning because their emotions would've been too high. joel would've been too confused and ellie would've been too angry, I imagine. so that façade might've started after one too many questions about what happened between them or after maria said they needed to behave. but also? why was she so mad at him? yes, she can most definitely stand up for herself, but also? that is your, once upon a time, father figure? he's just trying to defend you? he wasn't trying to start anything. that whole night just devastates me. ellie dancing with dina, having their first kiss? shoving joel for standing up for her, only to show up on his porch later to forgive him? and then for him to die the very next day. it destroys me everytime I think too much about it. but yes, they had to have a façade while in public

[kurooh]

Hi hi!

Jumping on the brainrot train yet again. I was thinkin'...what would be the MHA boys reaction when you surprises them with a sexy version of their costume.

I think some of them might go feral 😈

🐰

OH MY GODDD WHAT IS UR BRAIN MADE OF

izuku can’t form a coherent sentence, stuttering and flushing more at the sight of you, yet he can’t stop sneaking glances when he tries to look away. “b-baby! uh, you look really really good! not just good, you look so sexy— i mean—okay! wow, it’s really hot in here isn’t it? i swear it’s because of you—” giggling, you put him out of his misery by giving him a kiss.

katsuki’s affronted, or he at least pretends to be. you’re half naked, the costume hanging off your hips and chest, begging to be ripped off. now, he doesn’t want to reveal just how flustered he is, so he critiques every part of your costume, no matter how ridiculous it is. “see, look at that. this would’ve been a great knockoff costume if the headpieces were painted right. oh, and look at that shit right there! the manufacturer didn’t even make the panti— the shorts loose enough to replicate the real thing.” “it’s supposed to be tight on my ass, kat.” eventually he shuts up and just tears the costume off you, and absolutely will not address his fake criticism from earlier.

shoto’s pleasantly surprised to see you wearing his costume, shamelessly looking over the way the tight suit hugs the slopes and curves of your body. “my costume looks great on you. we could dress up together for halloween, hm?” knowing him, the costume won’t last until then lmaooo (he’s a real freak)

eijirou grabs your hands and jumps up and down. he’s so excited to see you wearing his costume, and he honestly feels like you’re a better looking red riot than he is. “YAY babe!! you look so beautiful, oh my god! you’re wearing it better than me, mrs red riot.” he smothers your face in kisses and works his way down your body, fighting every urge to rip the costume off you.

denki walks into the room and takes one wide eyed, slack jawed look at you in his costume. “i’m hard.” “denki! what do you think of it??” “i just said i’m hard!” “that’s not enough of an answer!” “babeeee! you KNOW how sexy you are.” “how sexy?” you’d ask cheekily, spinning to show him the backside of the costume, which leaves almost nothing to the imagination. “i’m going full chargebolt on you baby.” “what.” “spread your legs right now,” and then when he sees the disbelief and shock on your face he wiggles his eyebrows at you. “you heard me babe.”

[srbxstudying]

03/06/2023

had a bad migraine yesterday so i slept after my cff exam and didnt get to work on my genetics report so im behind now :(

cramming for ac and as usual the prof is sloppy and disorganised - all the practise exams he uploaded are the exact same, barely reshuffled. im so sick im abt to forget this endeavour and watch spn in bed for the rest of the day.

[pellucid-constellations]

Of Oblivious Minds

Pairing: Azriel x Reader

Summary: You're positive Azriel is in love with Elain. It seems so obvious. But Cassian is laughing at you and suddenly nothing makes quite so much sense anymore.

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: Pining, yearning, idiots in love?? (an angsty moment as well)

a/n: What am I doing!! I don't know!! This is part one and there will be one or two more parts :) Thank you for reading ily ♡

Part 2

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You were having an epiphany—of that you were certain. 

Sitting in the main room of the townhouse, a glass of wine spinning in your hand, many things were beginning to make sense to you. It was ridiculous that you hadn’t come to this realization before. All of the hints were right in front of you. 

You leaned back in the armchair, a scrutinizing gaze pointed toward the corner of the room. You took a sip of your wine—a contemplative sip—and then ran through the facts in your head. Yes, it made perfect sense. 

You wanted to kick yourself for not noticing before. 

“Don’t hurt yourself thinking so hard.” Cassian’s voice startled you out of your thoughts. You blinked up at him as he took a seat on the arm of your chair. “Want to share why you’re staring a hole into the wall?” 

“I was just… noticing something,” you murmured over the rim of your glass, voice low. 

“And what’s that?” 

You paused, pursing your lips. It would sound silly if you were wrong. But Cassian looked at you expectantly, so you simply whispered, “I think Az is in love with Elain.” 

The sudden, rumbling laugh bouncing off the walls set your cheeks ablaze. The entire room halted their conversations to look at Cassian as he doubled over, holding his stomach with no signs of letting up. You stared up at him, mortified, and smacked his arm as his laughs lowered into senseless chuckles. 

“Cassian, quit it. It’s not that funny—stop it or I’ll hit you again.” 

“Sorry. I’m sorry,” he laughed, wiping a tear from his eye. “Sorry, that was just… that was a good one, y/n.” 

“What’d she say?” Rhys asked, perking up from the other side of the fireplace. 

“Nothing to warrant that reaction,” you grumbled, sinking lower into your seat. 

Fighting back the vibrations in his chest, Cassian took a deep breath. “Inside joke, Rhys. You wouldn’t get it.” 

Rhys huffed out an offended breath, quirking a brow at his antics. He looked to Mor and Feyre to garner some support, but they only giggled back at him. 

“Maybe we would.” 

Azriel’s gravelly tone only made you collapse further into the armchair. If you’d known there would be consequences to sharing your epiphany with Cassian, you would have kept your mouth shut. Cassian was usually wonderful at keeping secrets. 

“Oh, brother, you’d find it funny as well, surely,” Cassian shared, heaving up from the chair. “But, alas, I have to go. No inside jokes for the room.” 

“Well that’s not fair. You don’t get to cause a riot and then leave,” Mor whined, her cheeks rosy and her eyes glassy. Clearly, she had been having her own drinks throughout the night. 

“Lovely. Now you want to know? Where was that attitude while you were giggling with my mate?” Rhys accused. 

Feyre jumped in this time, pinching the high lord’s cheek and cooing, “Oh, you big Illyrian baby.” 

The focus was no longer on you and your apparently laughable realization. Cassian’s reaction did little to deter you from the thought, however, and you were still quite resolute in your observations. Looking over at the couple in question only solidified that. 

They were huddled close, Elain’s knees pressed against Azriel’s thigh as they spoke in low tones. Azriel would occasionally take a glance around the room, lingering on you as he went, but that was natural for the shadowsinger. His shadows were gone, where they went you had no idea, and his wings were held tightly behind his back. 

And he stared at her—intently—as she nodded her head and answered whatever it was he had asked. 

He had to be in love with her. 

You were usually quite good at reading these types of things. 

“I’m taking you home now,” Cassian spoke, holding out his hand. “We’ll walk.” 

“What if I don’t want to go home?” you asked, taking his hand and following him despite your words. 

“After all that nonsense, I think it’s clear you need a good night’s rest. Plus, you and I are in the ring bright and early tomorrow morning.” 

You groaned, knocking your head back at the reminder of your obligations. It always sounded like such a good idea over breakfast. Cassian had clearly learned that you would only say yes to early morning trainings when you were half-asleep. 

“Yeah, yeah, let’s go, sweetheart.” 

You let him yank you to the door, your feet dragging behind you, when a warmth encased your shoulders. You recognized the material of your coat instantly and turned to see Azriel smoothing it down over your arms. 

“For your walk,” Azriel quietly explained. “You left it on the back of my chair.” 

“Oh!” you chirped, feeling the early licks of embarrassment barrage your chest. It’s not like he heard you talking about him, right? “Thanks, Az. I almost forgot.” 

He offered you one of his soft, rare smiles. “I know. I remembered.” 

He nodded over your head to Cassian after that, and you heard Cassian’s low, I got her, Az, only because you strained your ears. 

You ended up being extremely grateful for Azriel’s forethought to grab your jacket. It was freezing outside. You could have winnowed home instead, but Cassian hadn’t really given you the option and no one ever let you winnow after you’d had something to drink. 

You landed in Summer Court one time and suddenly everyone treated you like a hazard. 

Your shoes scuffed against dark cobblestone as you walked. It was really dark, now that you looked at it. Maybe it had rained? Or a merchant had dumped their excess water? 

Or maybe it was nighttime and you were a little drunk. 

It was then that you noticed the silence. When Cassian walked you home, especially when Cassian was tipsy and he walked you home, he never shut up. So this was unusual. You squinted as you looked up at him, but he gave nothing away, keeping his gaze forward and his steps in steady pace with your own. 

“Okay, out with it,” you accused, crossing your arms over your chest. “What was so funny earlier? And why are you walking me home all stoic?” 

“I’m always stoic. Adds to my charm.” 

“Liar.” 

Cassian smirked, shaking his head, and then schooled his expression into one that was a touch more serious. “You really think Az likes Elain?” 

You watched your breath puff out white. “Don’t you?” 

“No, I don’t.” 

You shot him a skeptical glance. “Well, then you’re wrong. I’m good at picking these things out. I knew Feyre was Rhys’s made before the rest of you figured it out, didn’t I?”

“It was pretty obvious, y/n,” Cassian scoffed. He took a fleeting glance down to the ground beneath your feet. “Honestly, I’d wager that you’re actually the worst at picking these things out.”  

You gaped at him, bringing your coat closer to your body in a ploy to protect your damaged pride. Cassian only shook his head—again—and then flung an arm over your shoulder. 

“Don’t take that the wrong way. Just…take a second look, maybe.” 

“A second look at what? She was practically sitting in his lap tonight.” 

“If you say so,” Cassian hummed. 

“Stop being cryptic and buy me a snack on the way.” 

~~

The following days were… strange to say the least. 

Everywhere you went, Elain of all people was sure to follow.

And she spoke of Azriel. A lot. 

Azriel did this and Az is so sweet isn’t he and oh, did I mention that…

Obviously, she was just as in love with Azriel as he was with her. 

You were so, so right. 

There was something off-putting about that truth, but you couldn’t put your finger on why. After a few days of hearing the younger girl rave about the shadowsinger, you chalked it up to the novelty of it all. You had known Azriel for over a century, and things were changing. Of course a serious love interest in his life would make you feel strange. 

Azriel had had lovers in the past, but—now that you thought about it—you hadn’t heard him talk about another woman in months, much less seen him with one. 

Well, other than Elain. 

Perhaps it wasn’t healthy, nor productive, to be so caught up in Azriel’s love life. He was plenty capable of managing it on his own, and it’s not like you had that much of an interest, anyway. 

You blinked, shaking your head and attempting to focus back in on the book you were reading. Elain had followed you into the library under the house, but thanks to the priestesses and their admonishing looks, she kept quiet. She flipped through her own book as you continued your research assignment from Rhys. It wasn’t very interesting, which was clearly the most plausible explanation for your mind drifting to Azriel. 

Boring texts were the leading cause of nosiness.

“Do you have dinner plans?” Elain whispered after an hour of silence. 

You sent her a small smile, looking up from the archaic book. “No, are you inviting me out?” 

“Perhaps. I was thinking of asking Azriel.” 

A suffocating sort of pressure clawed at your skin. “Oh?” 

That was new. 

“Yes, but I would really appreciate it if you came,” Elain continued, eyes downcast. “It could be fun.” 

You bit into your bottom lip until the pain was uncomfortable. This was no different than her talking about Azriel all week. And you already figured that they liked each other—that they loved each other. You had relished in the discovery just a few nights ago. 

So why did it suddenly feel so different?

“I wouldn't want to intrude,” you whispered. “I think a dinner with just the two of you would be nice. Azriel would surely agree.” 

Elain shook her head. “I think he would be more inclined if he knew you were coming.” 

As a buffer. She was asking you to come to displace any awkwardness that would arise on a first date. You had done it before for Cassian. You’d done it plenty of times for Mor—even making it a double date with random men you never spoke to again. But you’d never done it for Azriel. 

Something about it felt… wrong. 

“I could come,” you found yourself saying anyway, words tumbling out before you could catch them. “But I really do think he would love a dinner alone. I might be a bit of an outlier.” 

Elain gave the closest thing to a smirk you’d seen on her face. “I somehow doubt that.” 

“What does that—” 

The ground was shaking. The faelights began violently flickering and the ground began shaking with even more vigor. You pressed down on the book in front of you and braced yourself as the air grew frenzied. The priestesses ran down the many stairs of the library as panic began setting into your bones. The last time something like this happened… 

You shuddered at the thought. 

This couldn't be an attack on Velaris. 

Elain called your name. You answered with wide eyes. 

“Get under the tables!”

You both dove beneath your table at the call, clutching at the legs with shaking hands. There was a commotion as books fell from shelves and lights popped, but there were no screams. No one was hurt. There was no attack. 

Realization coursed through you, but it did little to quell your fear as the shaking continued. 

“It’s an earthquake!” you shouted to Elain. “It’s okay, we’re going to be fine!” 

Velaris hadn’t been struck by an earthquake of this magnitude in many, many years. The last one was centuries ago, and it had led to many rebuilding efforts and a handful of injuries. You hoped this wasn’t on the same scale. Or at least that Rhys’ magic was enough to abate the worst of the damages. 

After another moment, the shaking ceased. You let the panic and adrenaline run its course as you caught your breath, Elain right beside you. It didn’t seem so bad now that it was over and the building had stayed intact. With a hand at your chest, you shook your head in disbelief. 

“By the cauldron, that was unexpected.” 

Elain let out a shaky laugh. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt an earthquake before.” 

You offered your own breathy laugh as you both got to your feet. “Well, you have plenty of time to get The Mother scared out of you and experience another.” 

She opened her mouth to reply but was abruptly cut off as shadows materialized. Heavy footsteps rushed up stairs and it was only another beat before Azriel was upon you. Scarred hands cradled your face, turning it back and forth as hazel eyes took in every inch of your skin. Light became sparse as wings flared out behind him, shielding you from nothing.

“Are you hurt?” he demanded, voice still low despite the urgency. “Were you covered?” 

“Azriel? What are you—How did you know we were down here?” 

“Are you hurt?” 

You attempted to reconcile the chaotic present with the very calm, very expected past. Sitting in the library with a boring relic in front of you and a new reading partner compared to an earthquake and a frazzled shadowsinger clutching at your face. 

Gripping his wrists, you answered him with a slow and confused, “I’m fine.” 

He closed his eyes as he let out a long breath. “Good…. good.” 

When he released your face, he ran his hands along your hair. And then your shoulders and your arms. It wasn’t until he had touched most of you that he took a step back and ran a hand through his own hair. It was then that he seemed to remember Elain. 

“And are you alright?” he asked, far more composed than he had been a moment ago. 

“A bit overwhelmed, but I am fine as well,” she sighed out. 

Azriel didn’t touch her as he nodded in relief. 

“Was it as bad as the last one? Is everyone okay?” you cut in. 

Azriel, who had gone back to unnecessarily looking you over, furrowed his brows. “What?” 

You mirrored his expression. “The earthquake. Do you remember the last one? Was this one that bad?” 

“Oh. No. Not as bad.” 

“And how is everyone else?” 

“I’m not sure.” 

Azriel was typically short with his answers, but right now he was being particularly short. And he was never one to not have information. Ever. 

“Are you okay?” you asked instead. 

“I am now.”

You left the library wondering why Azriel had run to you and not Elain—why that moment felt so monumental in the face of all others. 

Maybe being right wasn’t what you wanted anymore. 

But maybe that wasn’t your decision to make.