#saddened that I'm not still around to entertain him.

[theinheriteddutchess]

Ok, today i found out edward would he drawn to my brain. This is both hilarious and terrifying.

I literally think he won't be able to keep up.

It'll go from fascinated story, to weird grossery list, to trauma, to a parade of crushes, back to magical fantasy world, panic i didn't do my homework.

Maybe he'll do my homework, so I'll have all the peace and quiet to finish my daydream... and I'd be tied into a parasocial bond that's one-sided and unaware of.

if i wrote twilight there'd be a kid in edward's class who Zones The Fuck Out and daydreams about a story they want to write, and edward would just tune in to watch like a tv show when he's bored in class and he gets genuinely invested and eventually he's like "i know EXACTLY how they can fix this plot hole that's bothering them but how can i tell them that when they don't KNOW i'm their first beta reader"

[fatuismooches]

More Dottore and Fragile Reader voice lines, except it's your turn this time. A part two to this. Previous voice lines are here.

About Prime Dottore:

"Zandik. My one and only… words cannot express my tenderness and love toward him. I refuse to forget any moment I've spent with him. Not once has he given up on me, despite the times I’ve given up on myself. And he has always taken care of me, not once faltering in over four hundred years. I- I don’t know what to do sometimes when faced with that information. I wish I could be… less of a burden on him…”

About Omega:

"Omega, huh... he is the only segment where I always spend time with completely alone. See, he's not prone to sharing, just like Prime. I don't mind much, honestly, it's nice to get away from all of the noise and be with him. He always coaxes me to be more selfish too... is it a good or bad thing he's influencing me?"

About Alpha:

"Yes, the grumpy cutie I met all those years ago, the start of it all. He says that my presence is a hindrance and it only disrupts his work, but we both know that's false. Often, I like to sit by him as he writes his notes, pointing out all the errors caused by the atrocity of his handwriting... Sometimes, I feel bad using him as a reminder of the past."

About Beta:

"It always baffles me that Beta was once how Dottore acted. I mean, have you seen the difference between 'Mega and Beta? Anyway... he's always such a fun segment to hang around! Even when his assistants cower behind me in fear! Oh, and whenever he goes 'he-he-ho-ho', it always makes me giggle. Please don't tell him I did that impression of him though."

About Delta:

"Oh, Delta's... pretty mean. A really big meanie, if I do say so myself. He never laughs, never smiles, never entertains my shenanigans, always sees right through me... so rude. Huh? Don't worry about me, I'm allowed to talk about him like this. I still love him, after all."

About Zeta:

"Zeta's always so elusive! It was such a pain to track him down at first, he was always avoiding me. I thought he hated me... but once I got a hold of him, he is always so attentive to me! However, it greatly saddens me that he thinks he "failed" me... and yet he doesn't know how much it hurts me more that I've caused him to be like this."

About Zandy:

"Have you met my son? He's the sweetest little thing, isn't he? I remember how shy he was in the beginning, but he quickly grew to be such a dear. Always so excited and eager for attention. I can't help but wonder if Dottore's life could have been different if more people were kinder to him as a child."

About Pierro:

"I will always be indebted to him and Her Highness for taking me in. He is pretty scary to be around, but I feel sort of bad for him. I can't imagine how much responsibility he has... I once promised him I'd work for the Fatui once I'm better, but he didn't react much. Hmph, I'll show him how much I can boost Dottore's efficiency!"

About Capitano:

"The only thing I really know about him is that he's incredibly strong and well respected, at least from other people. The single time I met him, I also learned he was quite well liked by animals too, but it's hard to get any more information when he's so quiet..."

About Columbina:

"Bina is the best friend I've always wanted. I'm glad she's always there for me whenever things go bad. Although I can never predict what she's going to do or say, which is pretty strange, considering who I'm with, that makes her company all the more fun. Still, the amount of embarrassing situations she's tricked me into with Dottore... makes my head hurt."

About Arlecchino:

"I wish we could be closer, but I don't think it'll ever happen. I can't really blame her though, the relationship between her and Dottore is... not the greatest, for reasons I understand. I wonder what she thinks of me, the person who still stands by his side despite his sins?"

About Pulcinella:

"Oh... the little grandpa? I've always wondered how he's the fifth rank, but there's probably more to it than I know. Regardless, I didn't expect him to be so kind to me. I only see him once in a while, but every time he seems to know how I'm doing. And then, he proceeds to give me the best advice, exactly what I needed to hear at that moment, even when it has to do with Dottore. It's kind of scary..."

About Scaramouche:

"Ah yes... the Balladeer. He always wants to start up something with me whenever we cross paths, which is why my patience runs very thin around him. I hope the next time he goes into the Abyss, he gets stuck there."

About Wanderer:

"Who?"

About Sandrone:

"Her research sounds so cool! I've seen some of the things she can create, and it's completely fascinating. I too once had a love for machines back when I was a student. It's just a shame she never comes out of her lab... there are never any chances for me to talk with her. Well, I can always talk with Alpha and Beta about their research at least."

About La Signora:

"I've barely ever seen or spoken to her, but she has my respect. I heard what happened to her husband. If I ever lost Dottore, I'm not sure if I'd be able to go on... or at least be as half as strong as she is."

About Pantalone:

"Oh, Lone's one of my good friends! He always has such unique ideas for me to get back at Dottore, and listening to him talk about his theories quite reminds me of listening to Dottore. He's helped me a lot, dealing with this man. Still... as he does with everyone, I'm kept at arm's length. It doesn't bother me, but I wish I could help him in some way. But I know that'll never be possible."

About Childe:

"Despite being a Harbinger, he's a lot nicer than you'd think. Well, especially compared to the others in the Fatui. He's great at conversation, his family is the sweetest... and he always promises to spar with me once I'm no longer sick. Truly great company. Too bad Dottore's attitude toward him is... less than favorable."

About Furina:

"At first I hated her just like all the other Gods, but after learning the truth, I can't help but greatly respect her. To take on such a burden without having a single shoulder to lean on and succeed in the end... I think I've been through a lot of pain, but at least I've had Dottore and the others to ease it even just a bit. But she had no one, and I admire her will."

About Nahida:

"I try not to waste my time on things that upset me. It's not good for my health."

Sprint Start:

"No, no, I am not running at all. Look, if I get hurt and Dottore finds out it was your fault, you'll be the ones strapped to the table, not me. Hey... I wouldn't mind being in that position, actually."

Chat - Worry:

"I hope that one day he can make peace with himself."

Chat - Old Times:

"Sometimes I wish I was just a simple student again, having no worries other than my grades and pulling all-nighters with Dottore. Actually, that doesn't really sound relaxing, does it?"

Chat - Idling:

"If you're just going to stand here doing nothing, then I'm going to take a seat over there."

When it Snows:

"Would you be willing to distract Dottie so I can chuck a snowball at him? No? How boring."

When the Sun is Out:

"It's a perfect day to have a picnic and listen to him rant again."

In the Desert:

"... Omega, Beta, Delta, I don't care which one of you does it, get over here and make your hands completely ice cold before I faint."

Something to Share - Talent:

"If you ever need help writing something, you can ask me. I wrote some pretty good essays back in the day, you know. Dottore once said I should even write a book! I thought he was bullying me, but he was actually serious, for some reason. Maybe I should get Zandy to draw some pictures?"

Something to Share - Secret:

"Dottore actually has quite a sweet tooth. Well, this probably isn't much of a secret anymore because I accidentally spilled it to the agents, but it would do you good to keep this in mind."

Interesting Things - Foxttore:

"This little guy here? He'll do you no harm unless I say so, so don't worry. He was one of Dottie's failed experiments roaming the lab until he gifted the creature to me! These pufflings too, surprisingly they help me a lot more than you'd think. They're pretty strong, carrying all my things."

Favorite Pastimes - Meals:

"It's time to eat already? No need to worry about me, I'll just wait for a segment. See, it's best for both of us if I have company while I eat. My hands... aren't the most reliable."

Troubles:

"I am very happy that they have a good place to conduct all the research they want, but I wish they paid some more attention to me sometimes. Voicing this complaint over and over again, however, is too exhausting."

Amusement:

"Dottore's fan club never ceases to amuse me. I know every Harbinger has one but... it's completely hilarious. To go so far as creating a handbook about the two of us... well, I appreciate the dedication and the laughs, especially when I update Dottore on their activities. He may not care, but I support them!"

[jaeyunluvr]

what you're worth

riki brushed past the people on the busy street to get to the cafe that was a few meters away to meet you.

you texted him a few minutes ago, saying you got stood up by your date and he was on his feet in a flash.

it honestly saddened you a little bit that you got stood up. it made you question your self-worth but you were also relieved for some unknown reason.

as soon as riki reached the cafe entrance, he pushed open the door and was welcomed by the sweet scent of vanilla. his eyes worriedly looked past people sitting and ordering their food, and the unsettling feeling in his chest had died down once his eyes landed on your back, as you faced away from him.

riki sighed in relief and walked towards your table.

he bent to give you a comforting hug, but as soon as he met your gaze, he could see the negativity running behind them.

he hesitated, but leaned forward to press his lips onto your forehead in the gentlest way possible. "stop thinking, princess"

he sat down opposite to you, his elbows settled on the table while his chin rested on his fisted palms. you looked at him, your thoughts decelerating a bit.

he raised his brow at you but you shook your head, not to give him and answer but to brush away all your thoughts for a bit.

you pushed the neatly plated tiramisu that you ordered for yourself, towards him, entertaining your loss of appetite.

riki tasted a bit of it and scrunched up his nose in fake disgust. "this place is the worst. who the fuck brings a girl for a date here?"

he stood up, extending his hand towards you.

"let's leave" he said while taking your hand in his.

you both ended up at the little park around the corner. walking side by side in a silence.

"you should go out with me instead, you know" you stopped in your tracks as those words left riki's mouth.

"what?"

"i'm saying you should stop going on these useless dates and just date me instead."

"riki we're best frien-"

"best friends can fall in love y/n. i've fallen in love with you. it hurts my heart to see you like this, questioning yourself. i can treat you so much better than them, i can show you what you're worth."

being honest with yourself, the fact that you're both best friends was just something you would say i denial. you loved riki too, but you were too afraid to ruin such a precious friendship.

riki inched towards you, hands grabbing your waist gently. at this point you had to give in. your hands wrapped around his neck, and your faces were closer than ever.

it felt dangerous to be this close. you were blurring all the lines and breaking all the rules right now, but none of that seemed to matter.

riki dipped his head to press his soft lips against yours. though you were hesitant, your body seemed to have a mind of it's own as it reacted to his touches on it's own.

you pulled away, your hands still around his neck. he looked at you and gave you a flustered smile.

"what am i worth?" your sudden question caught him off guard, but he let out a laugh, your lips curving into a smile at him.

"patience princess, i'll show you."

[pinkexpertnerdghost]

Watch and Be Amazed!

Lyney x Gn!Reader

Synopsis: As a simple person with a boring job, you set out to travel the nations. You attend a renowned magic show only to be suddenly placed in the shared spotlight with the magical duo.

GIF by @c6jpg

 { i'm still exploring Fontaine but quick heads up on mentioning new locations, dw its spoiler free about the archon quest}

General: SFW, fluffy, magic tricks, Lyney being extra and sneaky, feat Lynette 

A/N: i love him. Cheeky little guy with his equally cheeky little grin mulkin cat- I didn’t think I’d like him this much but he easily sneaked himself into my heart already also because I recently got him- I just wanna squish him (endearingly)

“ Voila! And now in its place are our feathered friends taking flight!” The magician exclaimed as a small swarm of doves flew out of his hands. Just seconds ago, he held a gorgeous bouquet of arranged daisies and prisma like roses, complete with adorned white ribbons and lace. The small bush of green and flora had simply vanished and transformed into a mass of white feathers. 

Your awes become a droplet in the sea of gasps and astonishment from the people around you . Pushing yourself to the end of your cushy seat, you stare ahead in amazement and curiosity.  

Even though you sat some rows away from the front seats, you were mesmerized by the trick. You were certain the bouquet had practically melted and shifted into the cocoon of feathers. At least, that’s how it appeared to your eyes.  

Trailing the doves as they flew above the audience, you unconsciously let out a small laugh of joy like that of an entertained child. The doves flew around freely, some reaching high atop the Opera House’s stretching ceiling and some flew closer to the audience barely grazing above their heads. 

You had been traveling for weeks, as you were lacking some excitement in your mundane life as a simple shop clerk. It had a well off pay and the owner was kind. Yet every passing day became more boring than the last. Soon enough, the days would weld and mend together in your memory as a tapestry of a lackluster pattern. You were afraid it would overshadow a great portion of your lifetime. 

As a shop clerk, you had seen many travelers coming and going, talking about the beautiful sceneries across the rest of Teyvat they have witnessed, varies dishes you’ve never tried before being described as mouthwatering, the wonderful cultures, festivities and traditions people from around this world took part in. It had always left you in a state of entrance and jealousy for them, as they would have the freedom and determination to see the worlds wonders with their own eyes.

Seeing your yearning gaze and saddened expression when the travelers or adventurers left through the front door, your employer had generously given you some vacation time. You were one of your boss’s most dedicated workers, often swooping in for a fellow coworker if they fell ill or couldn’t make it otherwise. You have done more than enough to earn yourself this time off. 

And so, you took your life by the rings and were off into the road. Traveling from one nation to the other and to the now where you were. In the seat in one of the most impressive buildings you have ever seen. 

From the moment you boarded off the Aquabus; the little guides being one of the cutest beings you’ve ever seen; you oogled and awed in the splendor around you. Fontaine had been one leap of a cultural shock for you. Sure, sometimes you moved boxes of bits and bobs of Fontaine imported trinkets onto shelves, but seeing this much advanced technology was a bit exhilarating as well as a bit imposing

However, something there was something that immediately caught your eye when walking about. On a bulletin board was an array of multicolored posters and newsletter, but the bright red one with a grinning cat in the hat caught your gaze immediately. 

“ Come and behold A magical performance performed by renowned Magicians Lyney and Lynette! ” 

The names struck a cord in your memory. Ah, that's right! You had heard a great deal about a very specific Magic show in Fontaine. You remembered it being brought up a good number of times back in the shop. The way people would sound excited and how they could barely contain themselves trying to describe a magic trick as best they could. 

Since you were in the area you had managed to investigate it and wound up purchasing a ticket to go see.  

“ Back to the stage my feathery entourage!! Being in the presence of such a wonderful audience is indeed riveting, but I’m going to need the spotlight back to preform the next trick, haha!” The magician Lyney said with a pleading laugh. The doves seem to have understood them as they all flew back onto the stage. From either side of the giant velvet curtain, the flew behind it disappearing into the shadow. 

“ For this next trick, I’m going to need a hand!” He exclaimed while putting his hands on his hips. He then put a hand on his forehead and looked around the area while squinting his eyes. From the right side of the stage came another person. She had on a similar uniform to her twin brother, adorned with teals, blues and grays. It was a counterpart to the reds, pinks, and plum Lyney wore in his intricate performer’s outfit. 

Yet they both had the motif of that same toothy grinning kitty you saw tagging the corner’s of the promotional posters. 

Lynette had walked behind Lyney and tapped his shoulder twice with a stoic expression. Lyney had turned dramatically around on his heel, immediately stopping his dire search for help.

“Ah, It seems as though Lynette has come to the rescue!” He cheered and with a grateful hand gesture divided the audience's attention to Lynette. She stood there facing the crowd with a curt expression. Lynette seemed to be the polar opposite of her brother. While Lyney was loud, extravagant and energetic, his assistant and sister was quieter, docile and seemed unmoved with the theatrics. However, to you she was as equally impressive as the red Magician. 

In an earlier trick where they’d pull objects directly out of flat cards, Lynette had elegantly swiped off a parasol, a tea cup with piping hot tea given the steam, and an adorable hat with that grinning black cat. All while keeping a calm disposition as if she knew everything and anything that was to come. It boggled you how she managed to slip the illustrations to real physical objects.

But then again, the Magicians never reveal their trade secrets.

Lyney tapped his cheek before he spoke again. “It seems as if we will need a little more help to perform this magic trick, wouldn’t you agree Lynette?” 

Lynette simply nodded.

Lyney’s shoulders relaxed as he twirled around to face the audience. He held his hands behind his back as he paced back and forth. His eyes never leave the audience.

“ For this trick, It will require three people.”

There were very quiet, almost inaudible murmurs and whispers in the crowd. You paid them no mind and kept your eyes focused on the stage. In your mind, you were guessing how the next trick would go.

Lyney stopped center stage.

“ I can see your enthusiasm and excitement! In that case, I shall pick one person from the crowd who will help Lynette and I out!” He said with a jovial grin. His cat-like eyes scanned around the crowd. After this, many people kept their eyes on the Magician scoping out for an available assistant. 

Seeing as you weren’t in the first row or a local, you have settled that your chance of being picked was slim. So instead of paying attention to the main stage and spotlight, you turned your head from side to side. Envisioning the lucky person who would be fished out of the ocean of filled seats. Perhaps it would be the beautiful woman with quite the attractive headpiece sitting a row down from you. Or maybe, it would be the little boy three five seats to your left practically bouncing in his seat chanting to let it be him. 

The choice could be anyone but yourself.

“ You my dear! Could you help Lynette and I out with this trick?” Lyney’s voice resounded once more.

Your eyes squirted suddenly as a bright source of light was now trained above you. Sinking back onto your seat, you turn to face the stage. 

Those cat-like lilac eyes stared directly into your own [E/C] ones. Alongside with the deep royal purple eyes belonging to his assistant Lynette. Looking around and behind, you noticed the two people beside you glance at you with slight surprise. 

You pointed at yourself just to make sure. You didn’t know if you made a face with the sudden surprise of the spotlight, but Lyney chuckled in amusement. 

His eyes crinkled slightly as he nodded, his hair bobbing along with his head and sturdy hat. His laughter made you feel a bit fuzzy in the chest. Maybe you were just starstruck. 

“ Yes you. If it is alright, could you perhaps follow the staff by your row to escort you on stage?” He said, extending a hand to a person in a theater mask and green vest standing at the end of the row. His lilac eyes never left you. 

It was hard to say, but you could assume he was silently communicating with you. His soft eyes were patient and still, unlike his theatrical energy he demonstrated earlier. 

‘ Are you okay with this? ‘ 

He didn’t mind the sudden recess of silence, in fact it only added to the build up to the magic trick. It wasn’t long until you blinked, breaking yourself out of your star-stricken surprise. 

You nodded at Lyney, to which he gripped the brim of his hat quietly tipping it to you with a satisfied grin.

“ Very well, please follow the staff down the aisle while we set up on stage!” 

After squeezing down your row and next to the staff member with the mask, you followed them as they led you towards the stage. The staff member was kind enough to guide you through the dimly lit place, your eyes were examining the person. Their mask is what stuck with you, you’ve never seen anything like it. It was both beautifully crafted yet it gave you a small chill of danger and mystic. It was probably made for this purpose of the show. 

No elemental magic of those who wielded visions, but instead a tightrope thinly strung between reality and fantasy.

The stage was elevated but after climbing up the stairs onto the polished stage. Lyney beckoned you to come up next to him. You shuffled closer, both your hands behind your back fidgeting in a nervous manner.

The spotlight was now back onto Lyney and Lynette and now you as well.

“ Might I know the name of the new assistant I’ll be working with temporarily?” He asked as he now faced you. Lynette came to his side, her violet eyes glazing over you with relaxed attentiveness. 

You felt your mouth become a bit dry. “ I’m [Name].” You spoked normally. 

Lyney bowed, taking off his tophat bringing it close to his chest. 

“ It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, dear [Name]” He bounced back up, flipping his hat back onto his head. 

You shifted on your foot and that seemed to have caught the attention of the magical duo. 

“ Hmm, are you perhaps nervous?” He asked. “ It is quite alright. Whenever the light is trained on you, the feeling of stage fright comes at you like the onslaught of tidal waves.” He said, in a non projecting voice. He still sounded loud enough for the audience to hear, but his words weren’t exaggerated in a way to make you feel queasy. Instead, it sounded like he was cheering you on, a little push of confidence he would share with you.

Maybe you were overthinking it. He is a performer so its his job to turn up the charm towards the audience.

Lynette had subtly sent you a reassuring little smile. She walked up next to you and stood by you now.

 “ Perhaps, you may just have some butterflies in your stomach. It happens to the best of us!” He spoke. His gloved hand came up to you.

“ May I have what’s in your side pocket?” His eyes shifted down to your right pocket. Confused, you reach down into your pocket and feel around. There was a smooth and flat object that you didn’t remember having there, so you slipped it out. 

In your hand was a playing card. It wasn’t an ordinary playing card. It looked to be one of the card props that belonged to the two Magicians. Figuring he wanted it back; without you having the faintest Idea of how it got there in the first place; you handed it to him. 

He grabbed the card and raised it up to his face to inspect it.

“Aha! Just as I thought. You had made a bundle of these pesky little butterflies.” He slipped the card back to his palm. He twirled back to face you with a triumphant smile as if he’d found a treasure chest. “ Fear not, for I will rid you of this troubling kaleidoscope!”

With that being said, he tossed the card over your head.

Or at least, a zipping card was what you were expecting.

Instead, a small little tornado of little butterflies escapes from Lyneys hand. They fluttered around you in a tunnel-like pattern. 

Completely forgetting about the audience, you craned your hand up and stared in awe. Looking closely, some butterflies had little trails of violet shimmer. The butterflies themselves didn't seem to be real butterflies. On some you managed to see the wings to be made out of the back of playing cards. 

The butterflies dispersed out onto the crowd, until each one vanished without a trace. 

“Now then, are you feeling better?” Lyney asked, both hands on his hips.

You nodded with a smile on your face. The small pit of nervousness was now reduced to a grain. 

“Wonderful! And, it seems as if you have magic in you yourself, what luck!” Lyney exclaimed. Lynette all the while silently side eyed her brother and his antics. 

“Now then if you may follow Lynette, she will guide you to this next trick or a trio.” he smiled. 

Lynette had raised a hand to you in order to take it. You complied and took her hand as she led you behind the curtain.

“ Are you okay? I know Lyney can be a bit over the top, but if at any point feeling bad, let us know.” Lynette spoke calmly to you.

“ I’m alright now. I just wasn't expecting to get picked.” You said honestly. 

Lynette nodded. “ It's like that for most who get chosen.” 

She guided you towards a little box which was decorated with a little four pointed gold star in the center. The box was relatively small, reaching from the ground to knee level

“ When they take the box you’ll have to stand on it. I’ll stand in my own box next to you. Just follow Lyney’s instructions.” She said, 

“Also, brace your feet after the curtain falls.” 

You listened closely and nodded.

“Alright. Got it.” 

Lynette hummed.

 Behind the big red curtain you heard the crowd laugh and clap. 

“And now for the anticipated trick, shall I have my two assistants step back into the light?” 

Lynette and you came back onto the stage. Again in the limelight, you noticed the two boxes parallel to each other. 

“ For this next trick, both my assistants shall switch their places before your very eyes.” Lyney spoke calmly.

“But wait a moment. This is a simple trick one could accomplish by simply walking across the stage to the other boxes. This trick is sounding more like a runway show than magic.” Lyney sighed in defeat. In a quick one eighty mood switch, Lyney perked up and raised his chin high.

“ But no, dear spectators in the crowd. This trick shall be done with neither of my assistants leaving the confines of their one by one area!” Lyney exclaimed, flapping his little side cape in the process. 

Lynette turned and gave you a look, a very specific look. You took it to get on the box and you walked over to the one closest to you. 

“ Now then, a little tent shall fall on top of both of them. Switching places without jumping, walking or running is a lot more exhausting than it sounds.” As soon as he said that, above you began to descend a festive red tent. 

It slowly descended until the dark velvet of the inside tent obscure your vision of the crowd and them of yourself. You could only hear the echoing voice of Lyney as the crowd was now fully silenced in anticipation. 

The words of Lynette rang in your mind, as you looked down to your feet.

“ For you see, the most can happen within the blink of an eye.”

You felt the box underneath you dip slightly. Barely enough time to even gasp, you had fallen through the solid box beneath you. Quickly you bent your knees and positioned yourself to be able to absorb the momentum of your fall. 

Once landing soundly, you looked up to see how you had fallen. In the ceiling was a rectangular indentation of a trapdoor.

You heard a ‘psst’ to your right. There you say Lynette making a quick hand gesture to switch places; motioning to you and the spot beneath her feet. 

Speeding over to her, you took little but key notice in your new surroundings. The walls were barren, the air had slight dust, and light from the stage lights barely made it through the miniature nooks and crannies of the floorboards. You were underground. 

Once getting to where lynette last stood, you waited. Looking around where you stood there was a small ladder behind you. 

Suddenly a similar trap door like the one where you initially stood, swung open. 

Taking this as a new signal, you climbed onto the ladder trying to make as little noise as you could. Once above ground, the trap door that was once open shut, making the ground below you stable enough to stand on.

 “ As such, a walk across this stage could be reduced down to none!”

You heard a harsh step down onto the floor followed by a snap of a finger. 

The tent around you was pulled back up at lighting speed leaving you stunned in place. The crowd ahead was looking back and forth between the place where you once were and to where you are now. A roar of whistles and claps was heard. 

Looking to where you once were, stood Lynette waving at the crowd. The same stoic expression on her face. 

Lyney came skipping up to your side. 

“ How are you feeling dear [Name]? I hope you aren't too disoriented by the little trip you took.”

You looked at him, he had a proud grin on his face. The light shown down was overshadowed by the brim of his top hat. And yet, his eyes and distinguishable teardrop mark on his right cheek made you feel all sorts of flustered all over again.

Then again you noticed just how packed the Opera is. You had forgotten momentarily that there was an audience. The showers of cheers came down like a bolt of lightning striking the still water. 

“I’m fine, just a bit perplexed.” You shook your head trying to process what had just happened in what felt like a fraction of a minute.  

“ Oh my, it seems you may have been slightly shaken when vanishing from one spot to the other.” He hummed. 

“ That's it! I shall make it up to you! But I’ll have to get you back to your original box.” He said tapping his curled up hand onto his open palm. 

He stood up onto the tips of his toes, as from your height atop the box managed to put you at a larger distance from him. Figuring he might tell you something , you leaned down slightly.

“ When the tent drops on you once more, close your eyes. Don’t open them until you hear me say, Hat. Trust me, I’m sure this trick will put a blinding smile on your face.” He said quietly, a hand placed by his mouth blocking it from the audience ahead.

You weren’t sure what he meant or what would happen but somehow, you trusted him. Maybe it was his pretty face, charming personality, or simply because a famous and professional performer. 

A little breathy chuckle escaped him before he leaned away and waltzed back to the front and center. Something about him smiling and laughing made your heart almost pop.

You internally battled these pestering thoughts; You were just starstruck! A celebrity crush, don’t let it get to you. Especially in front of a massive crowd watching your every move! 

You took some short breaths in and faced ahead onto the wall behind the audience. You didn’t want to let this confusing feeling consume you.

“And now, one final trick before our amazing temporary assistant bids adieu.” He sighed. From his chest he pulled out a white handkerchief he blew into. The crowd laughed at his little mopping gag.

“ It was a pleasure to have you on stage with us, [Name].” He said before swiping the used hanky away. It disappeared into red and white sparks into the air. 

The tent above you descended once again, and the moment you found yourself in the shaded confines you closed your eyes. You could only listen to what was happening around you.

“Now then, why don’t we send our new friend off with a grand finale?”

The surrounding noise of the crowd murmuring came through as buzzing. You felt the ground once more give out underneath you. Holding in your breath you prepared for what may have come next. 

Something, or someone caught you. You felt the sudden mass underneath you, and suddenly there was a small breeze passing into your face. Your eyes squeezed shut the entire time. 

Suddenly, you felt your feet touch a solid floor. You stood up, the person letting you go as you stabilized yourself. 

“ And so, they shall appear where they once were at the drop of a hat!” 

You heard it. Cracking open one eye you see once again a velvet curtain of a tent. Blinking, adjusting to the light, the tent was pulled up.

This time there was some cheer for a few seconds. The sudden Huhs? And murmurs slowly began to take a hold of the audience. Curious as to the mood shift you look around you. 

Lyney, no longer wearing his signature tophat that had been left sitting on the floor. 

Where Lynette was supposed to be, she was no more. Instead, there was a small top hat lying top down on the box. 

Lyney, surprised, went over to the hat. 

“Lynette? Oh Lyneeette? Where did you vanish off to?” He took the hat and looked inside of it, as if his sister were inside the hat. 

You were slightly puzzled at first. Where on Teyvat could she have gone? Your doubts were suddenly clouded by an obvious truth.

This had to be part of the show. 

So you kept your eyes on the male twin, anticipating what he will do next.

Giving up in calling out to his sister, still holding onto the small hat in his hands, he walked over to where you stood. 

“ It seems that she won’t show herself unless we make her appear out of this hat. [Name], if you would.” He then extended the small hat in my direction. 

You delicately grabbed the brim area closest to you. Lyney let go, and you looked inside the empty hat. The material felt slightly heavy but the intricate seamless pattern woven into the pitch black fabric made you closely look at it.

You heard a small tapping noise, you looked back to the magician as he tapped the back of his hand. Putting two and two together, you quickly flip the hat upright. 

You mimicked Lyney’s motion on the hat’s top about three times. 

The first tap, colorful feathers floated to the ground.

The second tap, petals of flowers twirled on their way down.

The final tap, a deck of prop cards spilt out and crashing against the stage floor with clicks and claps.

“Looks like she isn’t in there.” Lyney quipped. You were once again thrown into utter confusion. The comedic way the crowd gasped after one object came after another object from the empty hat. At some point the reactions of surprise slowly turned into snickers and giggles of amusement. 

Lyney placed a hand on his hip and scratched his chin. “ Try doing it again with the hat upside down. Maybe, a different approach will convince her to come out.” 

So, you turn the hat over. Sneakily taking a small peak inside, and as you suspected it was empty. 

How does he pull these things off? Seriously! How?!?

Replicating your previous action, you tapped the brim. 

A small puff of smoke and confetti made you step back. Out of the hat a cat sprung!

Or was it a cat?

It was a big cat face attached to a coiled spring.

It was cute! It had the signature toothy grin the show’s mascot had, yet it had it turned upside down in a frowny face. One eye has a teal star and the other has a teal teardrop. It even had a little bowtie making it a very fashionable cat creature.

It turned to face you as its ears twitched. You’re eyes locked with its own strange one and you found yourself in a staring contest….with the giant cat head on a spring of all things.

“ Oh dear, it looks like Bogglecat seemed to have answered instead of Lynette” Lyney laughed. 

Tip Tap Tip Tap 

You and Lyney turned to face Lyney’s hat that had just shook slightly on the floor. 

Poof!

The hat had blasted up into the air and below the hat there was Lynette. Slightly obscured by the turquoise colored fog. 

“ Here I am.” Lynette spoked up.

Grabbing the brim of Lyney’s hat she tipped it and bowed before the audience. The audience clapped and some people even stood up from their seats. 

The Bogglecat in the hat leaped from your hands and jumped over towards the spotlight where Lynette was. Lyney came running over to you and carefully grabbed your now free hand.

“ C’mon, the audience is waiting for the final bows.” He hushed at you with that permanently charming smile of his. His pale blonde hair bounced along as he urged you to join him and his sister. With no reason to refuse, you ran along with him. You felt the corner of your mouth curl up in a giddy smile. Now unafraid of the public you stood in the bright lights with your chest held high.

Lynette tossed Lyney’s hat into the air, landing it perfectly on Lyney’s head. The cat in the hat jumped right into Lynette's hand. Once she caught it, she twirled it around in her hand like a skilled juggler. The cat suddenly vanished inside the hat, and the small hat now was held against her head.

“ This has been Lyney and Lynette’s Magic show! Thank You all for watching!” The three of you held hands; Lyney at the center, Lynette to his right, and you to his left. Lifting your hands up, you three did a dramatic bow. This audience applauded one final time for the performance. It was the loudest applause you had heard during your time in the Opera Epiclese.

Slowly people had started to leave the theater, with the front entrance reopened many people had started to trickle out into the lobby. This left fewer and fewer people in the main room, the Opera house becoming 

You were preparing to step down the stage staircase until you heard someone call out to you.

“ Wait, [Name]! If you could spare a moment?” It was a voice you had quickly grown familiar with. 

The top hat with the plum colored ribbon, the pale blonde tuffet that covered just above his right eye, and that teardrop marking beneath the same right eye. Lyney came speedily towards you, his sister Lynette following a bit behind. Unlike him, she calmly walked over and that stoic expression on her face felt a bit more done than what you had seen. 

“Hm? What is it Mister Lyney?” You stopped and asked politely. Looking over the male twin you glanced at his sister “Miss Lynette?” 

“That was a splendid performance you made on stage! You went along just swimmingly with our act.” Lyney gushed. 

Once again you felt flustered. Out of all things, a professional magician complimenting you on a magic trick? You scratched your cheek. 

“ I was just following you guys. Really, if anyone should be taking compliments it is you two!” You spoke with enthusiasm.  “ The way Miss Lynette pulled out the items right off the cards, or when you made my ‘ stomach butterflies ‘ disappear. It really was a treat to see!” You felt your face getting a bit warmer as you continued to spill your excitement into words.

“ This will definitely be a nice memory I won't be forgetting any time soon!” 

Lyney chuckled and even Lynette’s eyes grew slightly larger with interest. 

“ You’re too kind!” Lyney chuckled, his pale face getting the slightest bit pink in the cheeks. “  I don’t believe I’ve seen your face in our crowd before. Are you maybe a tourist coming from a distance to see our show?” 

You nodded. “ I am as a matter of fact. I don’t get out much to say the least.” You confessed. 

“ I’ve heard about your magic show for some time now, traveling groups have brought it up time and time again. Fontaine was my next destination so I took the opportunity to come see it myself.”

You smiled gently. “ This was my first legitimate magical performance I had the fortune of attending. Not to mention getting randomly selected to participate! Thank you for the fun time, Mister Lyney and Miss Lynette.” 

Lyney and Lynette listened with great interest.

“ I see. Thus, making this show a memorable experience for you was all the more rewarding then.” Lyney took off his hat and brought it to his chest. 

“We are both happy to have put a beautiful smile on your lovely face!~” Lyney very gently lifted your hand. Bringing it close to his face, he placed a small almost ghostly peck. 

Okay. Now you definitely felt your face may have caught on fire. 

Lyney might have noticed your sudden flustered face. The sneaky magician sent a very brief wink with a smile. Not just any smile. This smile had a more feline nature to it; as if he enjoyed seeing such a reaction from you. 

 He lowered your hand back down, and flipped his hat back onto his head. That cat-like smirk was nowhere to be seen anymore. Innocently smiling at you, he laughed. It sounded slightly nervous. 

“ Well, if you will be around Fonaine for a while longer, find us by the Aquabus station. We might just have spare time to show you around!” 

Slipping your hand behind your back, you tried to reply to his friendly invitation.

“ Mhm! Aquabus station. Go it!” you spoke in broken segments. 

Oh dear, maybe it's time you’d step outside for some fresh air.

“ I think I should get going now. Who knows how long the people traffic is in the lobby now. It was great meeting you. Your cat mascots are cute and now I shall leave” You had begun to word vomit as you were shuffling away.

 “ Bye bye!” 

Facing away from the magic duo, you speed walk down onto the carpeted floor. Not daring to look back, you heard the sound of an amused giggle and an exasperated sigh.

“ Are you proud of yourself? You almost made them faint with your antics.” Lynette tipped the back of Lyney’s hat. It fell forward and off but he had quickly caught it before it hit the ground.

“ Hey, I just wanted to make evening a little more magical is all. It was the most I can do from withholding them back from leaving" 

"Right. And you had to tease them until they were red in the face."

Lyney stared at his sister for a moment, until he thought.

He felt a small hitch of embarrassment in his chest realizing something.

"I- Uh, didn't go to far with the card letter, right?" He nervously asked.

Lynette sighed and shook her head.

"Brother, most of the time you don't even need the spotlight to be over dramatic."

Once you were outside and looking up at the sky. The skies were different in every spot you had been. Here in Fontaine, you could barely see the twinkling stars. 

As you sighed contently, you made your way over to the hotel you had planned to stay in for the time. As you shifted you felt something shift alongside you in your sleeve. It was cold and smooth.

Surprised, you dug into your sleeve.

It was a playing card. A prop playing card. 

“ I hope you had a magical Evening, [Name]. Meet me by the bench near the potted flowers by the station at noon tomorrow. If you show up, best prepare for I still have tricks up my sleeve that will leave you dazzled! “ 

There was a little doodle of a toothy grinning cat.

A/N: Should I make a part two? Idk maybe. EDIT: PART TWO HERE

[mchlgayser]

𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐈𝐓 𝐆𝐎 𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆 [tokyo revengers various]

⸻ cw: hurt/no comfort, triggering events and poor writing skills.

qeena's brief note: i'm here after nearly a month went MIA

໒꒰ྀི o̴̶̷̤ ̯o̴̶̷̤ ꒱ྀ১ first of all, thank you so much for 1.13k followers on tumblr (i honestly still can't believe it lol) you guys did a lot for me throughout my years here in this platform like bro i love you guys sm andddd thank uuuu! ik lots of my ole mutuals are no longer active but still, thank you so much to you guys for your continuous support 💙 and thanks to my readers (from jude girlies readers to anime girlies readers), thank you so much. last to wrap things up, here a small sorry gift from me after went missing, a tokyo revengers drabble! happy (sad) reading xoxo!! i love you <33

𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐎: too preoccupied with his work.

The sun disappears behind the horizon and the daylight soon fades. The once cheerful home, turn out dingy and dejected. Tears spew down your cheeks to your chin as you examine one single paper lay before your eyes. The saying above appear clear "Divorce Paper" with your signature on the very right and below.

"So, this is it?" You sneer, teeth grinding against each other "Don't 'so, this is it' me right now, you know well none of this would've have to happen if you could be a bit more considerate." He did not say a word, look down on the floor as if it could've been the most entertaining object in the world.

"I'm busy, there's too much works I need to tend-"

"You said that last week, and the other month and even months before that! How come you're always busy with your job that you can't loiter around with me even for a minute. You left at early mornings, before the sun pops out, you're gone, out of sight and when you came back, you're tired, hot and needed rest. I'm sick of it, Manjiro. I can't do this anymore, ...so yeah, this is it."

He didn't notice the luggage you had beside you until you pull it forward "I'll have my lawyer pick the paper tomorrow morning. Please have is sign by then." A last drop of tear fall cascade down your cheek, like a stray until you wipe it off.

"Goodbye, Manjiro."

𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐌𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐉𝐈: cheated on you.

He said- No, he promised the last will be the last time. The last time you had to pick up the last shattering pieces of your dignity. The last time you had to faced the brutally honest reality of your marriage. He promised...

And yet, he broke it again. Today is supposed to be a good day. A happy day as it's a 'happy' birthday for a reason, right? But no, the happy day turned out to be your most saddening, fucked up moment in life. You left home to pick up a dress you custom made for yourself, to go buy your favorite cake at your favorite cafe. You didn't expect to come home, seeing him with your maid on the bed. She was half-naked, bra straps off her shoulder and his clothes thrash on the side.

It's a mess. The splat noise of the cake make a noisy sound and both of their ears perked up "Thought both of you had gone deaf that you both didn't hear me knock for five fucking minutes!" She frantically hid herself beside the bed, where you can't see her but you practically lunge at her, ripping strands after strands of her fake blonde hair "You fucking bitch. I picked you up at the gutter and this is how you fucking repayed me?!" Hanma tries to block into your attack but you punches him making him stumbled.

"And you, rot in hell with your fucking promises! I trusted you, not once, not twice but fucking three times!" He hold you by your shoulder but you slap his face away.

"Dont touch me! Don't you fucking dare..." Your punches ended weak and helpless. Tears pool beneath your eyes but no, they're not sad tears. It's resent, anger and betrayed tears.

"I'll file a divorce, fuck you and that bitch." You push him off, slapping him on the face one last time. The stone on the ring slash through his cheek and he bleed slightly "I'l fucking take half of your fortune, lustful bitch."

You turn to the woman "And you..." You peel the ring off of your ring finger aggressively and throw it to her chest "Keep that shit. I'm outta here." Hanma didn't try to say anything, just mumbling an apology before you walk out that door.

You turn back and look at him, he didn't look remorseful - he did, but it could never be enough to make you crawl to him once more "Shove your apology up your ass, Hanma."

𝐇𝐀𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐊𝐎𝐊𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐈: can't move on from his past.

At first, it was okay. You can even claim it to be perfect. But that was at first, soon everything gradually becoming worse. He started to get busy with works or as he claimed it. He told you he won't be coming home at a day but sometimes, he remained unresponsive for days. You don't know where he go until you heard from his close friend, Inupi that Kokonoi had been sleeping over at his house.

That means he was not so busy after all. You confronted him about it and as you thought he'll get angry, he remained calm and apologised. He just said that he wanted some time for himself. Of course, that's foreign coming from him as he's always been the type to want to stay close to you.

He still bought you monthly gifts just as he promised he would when you both first got married but they are just not the same anymore. He started giving you tulips when your favorite flower is gerberas. He started giving you white flavored chocolate, and that's weird. You always like the original flavor with nuts in it. Kokonoi just started making unusual mistakes.

Then, one day, he did it. The mistake he can't never undo. You both had Inupi over to your house because Kokonoi wanted to discuss something with him regarding business and when he left for the bathroom, Inupi unlock his phone revealing whom seem like a teenage girl with a peach blonde hair like Inupi and she's holding a bouquet of pink tulips "Sei, who's this?"

He turn to look at you, wondering who you were asking about "...Oh, this is Akane. My older sister. She passed away when she was 16." You nod your head, sadden to hear that.

"I'm sorry for your loss." You look at Inupi then to the ground "But, can't I know if she had any sort of relation with Kokonoi before I met him?" Inupi is confused as to why you'd ask that but he nodded his head.

"Koko used to like my sister."

And he came into the living room. You turn to look at him, almost livid "Is that so..." Both Kokonoi and Inupi look at you, confused.

"What is it?"

"Can't you move on?" Your question caught both of them by surprise, especially Kokonoi "You've been buying me stuff recently but they're never what I like. You got me pink tulips, cute hairbands and books when you should know damn well I like none of those."

"Did you think of her when you got me all of those? Or was it Sei's sister you're trying to give that gifts to?" He tried to explain himself but you kept cutting him, not wanting to hear none of his excuses.

"Please, just listen Akane!" The silence defeaned and the occasional sound of the wind whisper in the background as it soon faded. You look at him, wide eyes "Wow. You are incredible, Hajime. So. Fucking. Incredible." You tried to walk past him but he kept you back, trying his best to talk it out.

Inupi just sat there, dumbfounded. He only back in his trance when he heard a crash and the vase on the table smash to the ground with puddle of water and the pink tulips scatter on the wet carpet.

You stare down at the tulips, scoffing to yourself "This is enough. I'm not nobody's rebound, I have respect for myself... I can't do this, I won't." You push him off and tread to your bedroom, slamming the door shut leaving Kokonoi alone in the living room as Inupi too, got up and left, disappointed by his friend's behavior.

𝐑𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈: constant jealousy and overprotective.

You know what you put yourself into when you started dating the Ran Haitani. Ran can be obsessive with you, overly jealous with whom you befriends with, and got really protective over it. But you'd never imagine even in your wildest dream would he start to oppressed your freedom away from you - objecting your idea to meet anyone other than him, that includes your family members as well.

You put up with it, begrudgingly until today, it's an important date for you to attend and besides, it's been a while since you meet your family members so you went ahead, not bothering to tell him because you know well he will say no, no matter how hard you. You are having a great time with your family, chatting together after a while and leaving Ran texts from time to time but you certainly did not expect him to burst his way inside the venue, all rigid and mad.

How rude of him. He pull your hand and immediately get you out of there "Ran, stop. Ran, stop it!" You smack his back and he halt in his steps. He look back at you, glaring down at you with his jaw clenched.

"Just what the hell are you doing, Y/n? Going out behind my back like this and for what? To flirt and whoring around─" Smack, blood trickles from the corner of his lips when you slapped him across the face.

"You had no respect for my family, and for me, Ran Haitani. You failed us." He tried to put his hands around you shoulder but you pry his hands away "Don't. I put up with your ridiculous acts for years. I obeyed like a goddamn dog for you to disrespect me like this? You are fucking insane, Ran..."

"Love, I just don't want you to mixed along with that kind of people─"

"What kind of people, Ran? They're my family. I may have not like most of them but they're my family and the least you should do is respect them as I do. You barged in, acting like you're the main event, embarrassing me, and disrespected them. You may think you're above others but you're not. My family, we may not be as rich and lavish as you - if we're talking about lifestyle, we're alien to each other but I always expect you to be kind, Ran Haitani."

"You can't go around acting like the world revolve around you. I can't, and I'm sorry for that." You look up at him with pitiful eyes "I'm going now, good bye." You turn around and enters the same room he barged into a couple of minutes ago.

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 is open ✦ all rights reserved goes to @mchlgayser on tumblr.

[gracemain919]

The Fungus Narrated by The Doppelganger (oc of mine):

Tw: Mentions of death, Yandere, Insanity.

“Well-” the man cleared his throat his smile barely hiding the craze in his eyes. His excitement could rival the joy preachers feel spreading the word.

He placed his hands on the table as random insects that soon turned out to be butterflies fluttered around the surface he was using. Their bright green and black colors amused the poor ‘one-man audience’ even they were forced watched.

“Well, long ago our site was ambushed” The butterflies clumped together taking the form of a military site. A visual aid that was very unnecessary but not unwelcomed. “We all had to move in trucks”. A long line of trucks soon were shown on the table.

“Oh this is the good part” the man snickered as he seemed just as fascinated watching the little creatures work. “Our ride was soon interrupted as an obstacle stopped our course. Tragic I know”. The man placed a hand over his forehead pretending to be ‘saddened’. “But then our Darling was ordered to clean up the obstacle”.

An image of an individual leaving their vehicle soon showed. They couldn't recognize the face as the butterflies only made chunks of visual settings with no actual color or detail.

“And then how did you turn out like this-”

“Let me finish!” Jacob slammed his fist on the table disturbing the butterflies themselves. “Don’t interrupt my story!” he hissed, “Soon it will be your turn to talk”.

There was a moment of silence as the ‘doppelganger’ tried to recollect his thoughts. “Ok, where was I? Oh right. I saw them clear the mess. The way they lifted the abandoned tires on the road. The sweat that started covering their body. It was truly a sight” Jacob boasted as the ‘insects’ slowly crawled back on the table.

“How… how did you see them? If you were in a truck” the trapped individual flinched thinking he would be insulted for interrupting but he wasn't. The man showed a smirk before relaxing into his chair.

“Cameras. Every truck had a screen showing what the first one in the flock saw. I saw that beautiful soul in 4k. The way I didn't even know I was in the presence of such a person”. Jacob sighed as the butterflies showed the same trucks but now weird vein-like vibrations started appearing on them. Those vibrations consumed each one and the man seemed pleased by the sight. “That is the thing that showed me”.

The observer or ‘victim’ saw the trucks disperse now showing a long colony of black strings. A very big colony.

“Showed me what I needed to be happy”

The colony continued getting bigger and bigger until the image scattered. All the insects flew in opposite directions as Jacob watched them. The ‘victim’ was starting to wonder who was actually watching the show. Him or them?

“What is that thing?”

The ‘victim’ followed Jacob’s finger as they slowly raised it until it reached his own head. He traced lazy circles on his temple while speaking, “A wonderful creature. One that now lives in my head”. He snickered as if he didn't just admit to having a foreign object inside his brain.

Jacob’s laugh dampened as his gaze started to linger away from them. “A Wonderful thing… you know?”

“I was one of the first few to drop. The first few to give my life to the ‘Liar’” his breathing hitched a bit as he continued looking towards the wall behind the ‘victim’. “I wasn't even meant to be one of them…”

The man hugged his shoulders before the same smile he had returned. Wide and bright, he laughed loudly as if it was a joke. “Yet I'm still one of them. I may have stolen my place, but I'm still here!”. His laugh increased shaking the table and leaving him breathless once he was done.

This whole ordeal reminded the ‘victim’ of why these people were considered insane. Geez. However, it got worse when Jacob straightened his back while turning to them. “I think I'm done here. I have a darling to entertain”. He stood giving a small bow to the viewer.

“I wonder if they would want me to bring back your head? Or heart? Oh so many options!”. He rubbed his chin while his body shook with excitement. He will make a great show of this mortal… One that his Darling won’t be able to take their eyes off him.

(I will be explaining these things further in detail later on if your interested)

[ctrlmay]

“Pages of Passion”

Warnings: smut

Word count: 1.2k

Your face has been buried in a book you've been reading lately. Since you got it, you haven't put it down, spending the past few days in various spots around your home, reading from sunup to sundown. As the plot thickens, your reading intensifies, and you escape from reality, traveling to wherever the book takes place leaving your boyfriend behind.

Today, you were in your usual spot. Your boyfriend watched you from the entrance of your shared bedroom, leaning on the frame and observing you as you sat with your legs propped up and your book resting on them, on the side of the bed closest to the window; You were reading, bathing in the sunlight that peered down on you as if you were a character in a film.

He missed his lover and hoped that today he could get you to put your book down. He let out a fake cough, expecting a reaction from you but you remained glued to your book, blocking out your surroundings.

He had no choice but to approach the bed and climb on top of your reclined position, hovering over you until you looked up from your book. Even then, he waited and you still showed no reaction to his presence. He frowned, saddened by how intently you were ignoring him, knowing that you were capable of hearing and seeing him. Taking matters into his own hands, he pointed your book down with his finger, giving you no choice but to look at him.

With your attention finally on him, it only took him a second to get into character.

"Y/nnn~" he whined, turning on his side to nuzzle his face into the crook of your neck. "Why are you ignoring me?" You looked at your boyfriend with a bored expression, finding him far less entertaining than your book. Glancing at him for a second, you then returned to your book, responding plainly, "I'm reading."

"You've been reading all day. I miss you," he complained, attempting to steal your attention by kissing up and down your neck. You allowed him to but still didn't pay him any mind and continued reading.

After a few moments of keeping himself busy by nibbling at your earlobe and lightly biting your neck, he realized he was only punishing himself. He didn't know how or why. Maybe it was because you were ignoring him and making him beg for your attention. But he has grown horny and his aching cock has grown in size.

“Fuck, Look what you do to me.” You peek from under your book to a grand view of your boyfriend's hard-on bulging out of his sweats. Your eyes widening slightly.

"Will you help me, doll?" he pleads, taking your hand and palming his throbbing bulge through his pants, his gaze glossy as he looks into your eyes, seeking aid from you. With this, he has finally captured your attention. You've never seen him act this way before, so you're curious to see how it will all unfold. Playing the long game, you pretend to lose interest and turn back to your book, ignoring your needy boyfriend.

"You're just going to keep ignoring me?" He questions in a hushed whisper, his breath hitting your ear, enough to feel the heat in his voice. You can tell he's on the verge of breaking, but you're unsure how long you can keep up this act before he breaks you.

Although a bit nervous, you stick to your plan and nudge your boyfriend with your shoulder, shrugging him off with a cold, "Get off of me."

With another push, you successfully push him away, leaving him astonished. He stares at you in disbelief, never having seen you act so harshly toward him before. All he wants is a little attention, and you're pushing him away. It's so... Sexy.

You're being harsh, but your words only add fuel to the fire. The fire in his pants, in his heart. He doesn't know exactly why you're acting this way, but he knows that he's loving it.

"Please, baby, I need you," his voice comes out soft, in a hushed tone as a plea for your help, serenading you to finally look up at him. Your breath catches in your throat as you meet his gaze.

"If I help you, will you let me read in peace?" you question, earning an eager nod from him in response. “Ok, pull your dick out.”

He tries to hide the grin spreading across his face but fails, as his eagerness is clearly displayed as he takes his place next to you; lying down on his back, quickly undoing the knot in the strings of his sweatpants and pulling them down enough for his dick to spring free.

As his member comes into view, fully erect and already leaking in excitement, you become aware of how needy and obedient your boyfriend can become when pushed to his limit. You would have to do this more often.

Holding your book in one hand, you use your other hand to gently wrap around his length, hearing his breath hitch and his body tremble. You continue to stroke him, taking your time traveling up and down his shaft, savoring how he moans your name while you gently stroke him and graze his tip, using his pre-cum as lube.

"Fuck, just like that.” Delighted, you watch him squirm under your touch. Leaning in, you place a soft kiss on his cheek. He then tries to meet your lips but is only met with the cold air as you move your face away, redirecting your attention back to your book while lazily stroking him.

"Shit," he mutters in frustration, his whimpers filling the air. He's lost your attention, but somehow you've kept him captivated, still maintaining your same pace. He feels his climax approaching and desperately bucks his hips into your hand, matching your pace. Inhaling sharply, he gets ready to release all over your hand. But just as the tension builds, your pace starts to waver. Your concentration has shifted to the thrilling climax unfolding before you, held in the other hand that occupies your book. Your stroking becomes painfully slow for him, delaying his climax. His breath became ragged and His body tenses beneath your touch as you maintain the slow and steady pace denying him the release he desired.

He reaches his hand toward yours, desperate to make you move your hand. For the first time, your eyes flicker from your book to him as you swat his hand away, delivering a stern warning, "No touching." You then return your attention to your book, maintaining the same slow pace, and denying him the release he desires.

"Please, I- shit, wanna cum."

"Then cum." You spat. Your boyfriend's whines and moans become mere white noise as you read the last bit of your book. The protagonist and the antagonist are engaged in their final battle. The anticipation from the book causes you to tighten your grip on his cock, pumping faster just as the story intensifies. He moans and writhes beneath you, the sudden stimulation driving him towards another release.

As the protagonist swings his sword, your boyfriend throws his head back in pleasure. The sword strikes at its intended target, and he arches his back, a symphony of pleasure echoing from deep within him.

In perfect harmony, his release aligns with the moment of the antagonist's defeat.

[jhoneybees]

Neglected.

Okay, I HAD to write this. It's just too cute and I love Winnie the Pooh so much, I just couldn't wait 😫😣🫣🥹

Characters: Late 60s/70s Elvis X little!reader

Warning/triggers: I'd say nothing, it's flippin adorable I'm gonna combust :(

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When Elvis comes back from tour, every time he’d have a gift for you. Rewarding you for being a good girl for him, leaving you at home to find ways to entertain yourself does make Elvis feel guilty and sad which is why he’d always come home with something. Of course he always makes sure there was someone you both trust to look over you, he would tell them to play with you whenever you wanted even if they had to pretend that they enjoy it just to keep you happy but that doesn’t stop him from feeling like he’s a bad caregiver, just leaving you while he goes off having a blast.

The gift he got you this time, he’s quite proud of and he was so excited when he sat you down on the living room couch and placed the wrapped up gift on your lap to open it. Your eyes lit up and a small gasp escaped your mouth, he got you a new book collection of children’s books. Not just any children’s books though, he got you your favourite ‘Winnie the Pooh’ picture books. Oh you couldn’t hold in your excitement when you saw the covers, manoeuvring them onto the couch for your legs to scatter up under you, giving Elvis a big hug as you happily squealed “I love them!”

Elvis was so glad you loved the books but when you started reading them, he noticed that he wasn’t getting your attention anymore. Although at first he didn’t mind it, he started feeling a little neglected. Without his baby’s hugs and kisses and now he’s determined to get your attention back.

Looking through every room in the house, he doesn’t find you in any of them until he peeks his head into his bedroom. Seeing you reading quietly, right in the middle of the bed with your legs folded under and little sooties wiggling. The sight makes him smile before he walks in and closes the doors behind him.

Keeping his eyes on his mission, he makes his way over to the bed, lifting a leg as he sits down and waits to see if you notice in which disappointedly you are so immersed in your new picture books that you don’t bat an eye. It makes him feel a ping of sadness if he had to be honest. His baby is too distracted to give him, your daddy, some affection.

With a small pout on his face, he reaches a hand to tap your hip gently “Darlin?” and that got your attention “mm?” turning your head around “Oh! Hi daddy” he snickers “Hi baby” but before he could say anything else, your head turns back at the book in your lap. His eyes saddening, he calls for you again “Little?” earning absolute silence. He clicks his tongue and shuffles closer behind you. Elvis slithers his arms around your waist and rests his chin on your shoulder “yittle?” he calls again in a softer tone.

Your eyebrows rise just barely and a hum emits, still keeping your eyes on the book.

Tightening his grip around you “Daddy’s missin’ ya” he drawls, you answer back with soft hum. Not really paying attention to him because you want to know what happens to Piglet.

Almost pains him that you don't seem to acknowledge him. Yes, you said hello, to him though that wasn't enough. Nuzzling his nose against your jaw a little and pecking your cheek, he mumbles “Baby” in a ‘notice me’ kind of tone but it doesn't phase you.

He groans slightly and sighs, starting to lose hope until an idea pops up. A small grin grows on his face and his hands retract a little to your sides. This would have to work, Elvis begins tickling you and watches your face. His grin falls when he hears you whine and push his hands away.

Oh what is he gonna do?

He mutters an “Alright…” and lets you have your space by lying on his side next to you, his head propped up with his hand, facing you as his feet slide under his pillow. He pouts again as he watches you suck your thumb, Elvis reaches up and pulls your hand away from your mouth, secretly hoping that would grab your attention but it only just makes you move your hand to rest on the book. Your eyes stayed glued to the story.

He sighs again and rolls onto his back. “Yittle” extending the word with a bored voice, earning another hum from you “hm?” running his fingers through his hair “Can ya stop reading for a moment? Daddy's wanting a hug..” he asks, you hum again “Mhm…just wait Daddy” you say with a lifted finger. He groans again and decides to just wait til you're finished which seems like you're finishing up anyways.

The moment you close the book and look at Elvis, his face lights up “Ya done readin’?” and when you nod. He throws himself onto you making you lay flat on the bed and Elvis wraps his arms around you tightly as you giggle and squeal and kick your feet. “Daddy!” playfully munching on your neck, mumbling against your skin.

“I regret buying ya those books, they takin’ my baby away f’om me”

[modelbus]

I swear after this I will do requests... this is just something old for me to put up! I've had a busy past few weeks and I swear I'm fighting to do my requests. Disclaimer: I haven't played COD, and reality is what I decide (kidding, feel free to educate me on COD)

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Gn!Reader

Romance Readings

It was a guilty pleasure, and you knew it. Watching your money drain (as if you had any other need for it) as you indulged was saddening, but not saddening enough to make you stop. Other people got into drugs, or smoking, or alcohol, or some other high-inducing thing. Not you, though.

You got into romance novels.

The enjoyment of them started when you were a kid, curled up on a couch with a book splayed across your legs. Romance was, at its core, an idealized concept. Something to be chased but never obtained. And for you, the chasing was in reading about the relationships. You preferred the good - who doesn't? - but a bit of angst never hurt a soul. Certainly not you.

But in the military, you couldn’t exactly tout a romance book around. “The Seven Year Slip” was adorned with a cute and cartoony cover, sure to catch Soap’s eye and invite endless teasing. So, instead, you got clever about it. Price had a plethora of bookshelves in his office, filled to the brim with war books. All nice and shiny hardcovers with removable dust jackets.

All you had to do was slip one of those dust jackets over the cover, and it suddenly seemed like you were the best soldier ever. Everyone was none the wiser, and you got to indulge in what you enjoyed doing: smiling at the fictional couples you wish you were.

When you pulled it out to sit guard over the safehouse, Soap had groaned. Loudly. 

“You take this soldier shit too seriously.” He had grumbled, rolling his eyes. You didn’t retort, didn’t bring attention, didn’t care enough.

His (mostly joking) opinion wasn’t important to you. Soap was nice, you loved joking with him, but when it came to this? You can put up with the teasing comments over what they think your reading habits are. God forbid they actually find out what you’re reading.

That’d be a very shit day for you.

“Never seen someone smile so much at a military tactic handbook.” 

Your head jerks up, eyes wide, smile vanishing from your face. You knew that gruff  voice, although you were far more used to it without the tilt of amusement in it. Ghost.

“...It’s riveting.” You say defensively, knowing Ghost isn’t the type to make a quip and let it go.

“I’m sure. I don’t remember it having characters, though.”

Oh. Oh shit.

You’ve been caught.

“Can’t believe you got away with it for this long.” Ghost huffs, sitting down next to you. “Hand it over.”

Wordlessly, you hold the book out for him. He thumbs through the pages, keeping a finger on the page you were on so you don’t lose your place. After a moment he slips off the fake dust jacket, holding up the real cover: a cheesy image of dandelions being blown away.

“Could be worse.” He notes aloud.

“...there have been worse.” You admit, cheeks flushing red.

He chuckles, going back to the page you were reading. It’s only after a minute has passed that you realize he’s fucking reading it, making you lunge for the book to pull it away.

“Don’t read it!” Carefully, you slide the fake dust cover back onto it to hide the actual book.

“I’m bored out here, and you’re denying me the only entertainment?” Ghost asks, somehow monotone and amused at the same exact time.

You hate him. Next time he’s getting his ass kicked in the field, you won’t help that asshole.

“It’s a romance book.” You spit, actively feeling your cheeks get redder by the second. “Hardly something you’re interested in.”

“I’m interested in not fallin’ asleep. I’m reading it.”

“It’s my book!”

“And I could tell everyone it’s a romance book.”

You stare at him, and he stares back. Ghost is blackmailing you. You’re getting fucking blackmailed over a book. Was it even worth it at this point?

“I’m still trying to read it. And no, you can’t read it aloud.” You try feebly, but your grip on the book is already loosening.

“I’ll read over your shoulder. Move it.”

“Ass.” You grumble, but shift so he can loom over your shoulder ominously. Settling your eyes on your book, you choke on air at the scene you’re on.

It’s definitely not a scene you’d want Ghost reading over your shoulder for, that’s certain. Your headstrong lieutenant, reading a rated-R scene. You’re never going to be able to look him in the eye again, oh God.

“Keep reading, doll.” Ghost says lowly into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. “You dug the grave. Lie in it.”

Swallowing, you focus on the book, trying to speed-read through this part. Behind you, you can practically feel Ghost grinning. “What if I wasn’t done reading the page?” He asks.

“Shut the fuck up.”

[simplyalicee]

" Farewell, Frank "

Corpse Puppet AU by @sketchquill

Idea: Frank and Eddie have been happily married for years with nothing separating them. That was, until Frank suddenly became very ill. Doctors all over town have tried everything from different medicines to different treatments, but alas, nothing has worked. So little time is left for Frank, but Eddie isn't ready to say goodbye. Unfortunately, there's no choice.

Reminders: I will warn you now, this fic will have heavy topics such as death and illness. There is very little comfort. While canon to the Corpse Puppet AU, I am still warning you as this can be triggering to some people. Read with caution!!

I am still not associated with Clown or any of his friends, nor their work. This is purely for fun and entertainment purposes. Nothing in here belongs to me except the writing itself.

Now suffer >:))

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This. Can not be happening.

Everything was going so well.

Why did it have to fall apart so soon?

Eddie stood outside of Frank's room, pacing around in circles as the poor man was overthinking. He couldn't help it. His husband was so sick, they could barely walk. It killed Eddie inside, knowing that there was nothing he could do for them. That's what hurt the most. He couldn't do anything.

A doctor steps out of the room with a saddened look. Upon entering, Eddie perked up, but quickly frowned upon seeing the doctor's expression.

"So, how is he?"

They stood silent.

"..Doc, how's my Frank?"

It looked as if they were trying to find the right words to break the unbearable news. Eddie couldn't stand it. He opened his mouth to speak, but the doc finally spoke up with sadness in their voice. This wasn't good.

"Mr. Dear, your husband hasn't been responding to the treatment."

"What..?"

No. No.. no no no. This can't be happening. Please tell him that this was not real.

The doctor sighed. They glanced over at the clipboard in their left arm.

"We've tried everything we know. Various medicines and treatments, but there's no significant improvement. Frank has only gotten worse."

...

Eddie's eyes began to flood with tears. He was on the verge of crying. The answer was obvious, but he couldn't help but ask.

"Is my Frank going to be okay..?"

...

Eddie's heart shattered in a million pieces when the doctor slowly shook their head.

"..I'm sorry, Mr. Dear, but they won't be making it."

Not a moment later, a quiet sob was heard from Eddie. He covered his face and broke down. He was losing his Frank, his husband. It didn't feel real, yet the pain was there. It was unbearable. How could anyone bear this much pain?

"Please, let me see them. Please.."

Eddie barely managed to get the words out in-between his sobs.

It would be cruel to deny someone to see their loved one.

The doc knew Frank's condition, but couldn't say no to Eddie. They allowed him in.

Eddie quietly walked in the room. He tried so hard to control his crying. He wiped away his tears as he strolled by Frank's bedside. He took a seat that was near the bed.

Being so close to a dying loved one felt like a blessing and a curse. To see them in their last moments, to later see them get buried. Eddie was not looking forward to.. burying his husband.

Just the thought of it brought him back to tears.

Frank slowly turned their gaze to Eddie. They were barely able to keep their eyes open. But they smiled. They smiled at Eddie. Frank was usually grumpy, but they smiled for him.

"Hey, Eddie.." They spoke in a hushed whisper. Eddie could tell that they were exhausted. Exhausted from death itself, exhausted from trying so many medicines and treatments.

"Hey, pumpkin.."

Frank quietly chuckled, a soft pink coloring their face. Their smile only grew.

"Heh, I told you to not call me that."

Eddie chuckled.

"But why? It's cute, just like you."

"Alright, Alright."

Frank playfully rolled their eyes, Eddie couldn't help but snicker.

Eddie glanced further at Eddie. His smile was short lived, as he slowly frowned in sadness. Was this really it? For them?

As if Frank was going to allow him to be sad, not in front of them.

They were so tired, but they mustered up the energy to raise their arm and gently place their hand on Eddie's cheek. Eddie's face turned a soft pink at the contact, but smiled.

He smiled. He placed his hand over on Frank's.

"Turn that frown upside down, dear. I'll be fine."

"But you're not."

Eddie's tears ran down his face like a waterfall. He couldn't help it. He didn't want to say goodbye.

"..Frank, sweetheart, you're-"

"I know."

Frank frowned a bit. For the first time, Eddie saw Frank tear up. A few tears rolled down their cheeks.

"I'm heartbroken, too. I don't want to leave you, either."

They stood silent for a moment.

"..As much as it sucks, at least I get to see your handsome face."

Eddie smiled slightly at the compliment. It made him happy, at least for that small bit.

"I love you, Frank."

"I love you too, Eddie."

...

They stood quiet for a little bit, just enjoying each other's company. It was nice.

It got harder for Frank to stay awake. As much as they didn't want to let go, Eddie knew they were tired. He allowed them to take their arm back. Frank let out a shaky sigh, closing their eyes for a moment.

"God, I'm so tired.." They mumbled. They felt breathless.

Eddie felt bad. As much as he wanted to spend more time with Frank, he didn't want to force them to stay awake. He stood up from the chair and knelt down next to the bedside. Eddie carefully brushed his fingers through Frank's dark hair. They quietly hummed with a small smile.

"Please, sweetheart. Get some rest. You deserve it."

Frank looked over at Eddie. They couldn't help but tear up.

"Will you.. be okay with me resting?"

Eddie slowly nodded.

"Of course.. you look so tired, it's worrying me."

Frank opened their mouth to speak, but Eddie continued to speak.

"Don't worry about me, I'll be okay. I just want you to get your much deserved rest."

...

"..Thank you, dear.."

Frank's voice became quiet.

They reached over and took Eddie's hand, gently squeezing it. Eddie reciprocated the action.

"I love you.. Eddie.."

"I love you too, Frank."

Eddie leaned in and gave a soft kiss on Frank's forehead. They smiled.

They slowly closed their eyes, letting out another shaky sigh.

Within a moment, Frank was out. They immediately fell asleep. The gentle grip they had on Eddie's hand went away, but he stood there. He kept their hand held, not wanting to let go. He never wanted to let go.

So, Eddie stayed by Frank's side. He made sure to never leave them.

He loved them.

Perhaps when Frank wakes up, they'll feel a little bit refreshed.

Eddie and Frank can see each other a little longer.

Maybe when Frank wakes up, they'll be all better, as if the sickness never happened. Eddie will be relieved and they'll live happily ever after.

If Frank wakes up, they'll maybe start accepting 'pumpkin' as their nickname.

...

. . .

But Frank never woke up.

They tried.

They tried so hard to fight the sickness.

But eventually, their body just couldn't do it.

...

"Hey, Frank.."

Eddie stood by near Frank's grave. Flowers surrounding it with cards and teddy bears. Eddie held a bouquet of flowers, purple and blue.

He knelt down, placing the bouquet of flowers upright on the grave. Tears flooded his eyes, but he held a smile.

"It's been a while since I've seen your face. I wish I could hold you, right now."

He stood quiet for a bit.

"..It's been hard without you, you know that? Wherever you are, I just hope you're resting in peace."

Eddie broke into a sob. He felt so lonely without his husband.

"I miss you so much, sweetheart.. Why'd you have to go?"

There was no one around to comfort him. Eddie was left alone with his own puddle of tears.

If Frank was there, they'd be comforting him.

..But that's the thing.

They weren't there, anymore.

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I'm bawling my eyes out right now from writing this. If you read this and are crying like me, allow me to give you a hug 🫂

[keitorin3]

The Reckless King and the Old Storyteller

So I had this idea that came to me one night just sitting around watching this movie "Three thousand years of Longing" on TV. If you've seen it, you'll probably know which part of it inspired me just by the title of this post.

So the setting for this story is based in the 1200-1300s where there is a young boy named Arthur who was crowned king at the early age of 11.

At age 20 he leads his army's to war, fighting alongside his men in the battlefield. Stories are told of his recklessness, even with his own life, but still with his strength and the power of his armies, he conquered the surrounding lands and the other neighbouring kingdoms as well. He returns to his kingdom as a conquer, but his soul has rotten in war, making him unable to shed his bloody armor (Figuratively speaking).

His councillors, fearing his bloodlust tries to distract him with other gratifications. They gave him all one could desire, alcohol, exotic foods, beautiful women and entertainment.

None could quinch his thirst for violence. Until the court summons all of the kingdoms best storytellers and bards to the castle in a bid for one of them enrapture the King with their tales.

At first, after many of storytellers failed and try to flee from the kings displeasure and impatients, they almost lost hope. But there was one that was able to enchant him.

The old storyteller went by the name Merlin, and he was a different kind of man. His insolence and quips would have earned his neck the blade, but the tales the man told stole the kings attention and even his foolishness and blunt comments was a charming quality to Arthur. It made him laugh and soothed the harsh king.

Merlin became his first friend. And that friendship eventually evolved into love.

Arthur grew very attached to the old man, and eventually it became a very common sight to see the two together as Arthur didn't just seek Merlin for stories but for company, somebody to speak too. For Merlin was honest in a sarcastic way that Arthur appreciates.

The tales Merlin told were many and holding a lesson and point of truth to be told. But Arthur especially loved the stories of Artorius. A Roman General from the 4th century who later becomes king after many adventures that helps to gather his loyal men of the Stone Round Table.

Arthur especially loves the tales featuring Artorius and his secretly magical Manservant, Myrddin. Their tale was of loyalty, love and heartache. Once, Arthur told Merlin that he thinks Artorius was in love with Myrddin and not the Queen Guinevere with how much they had been through together. It saddens Arthur that Myrddin had to hold onto Artorius dying body alone, weaping for him by a lake.

When Merlin finally reveals to Arthur his magic one day by via magic butterfly, and there and then, Arthur knew love.

Arthur tried to place Merlin in his court as advisor or court magician, but Merlin denies both offers and chooses to be his friend instead.

Now, this is where things get interesting! There's an assassination attempt on Arthur after hearing of the king going soft, someone had balls to try and kill him. The attempt is thwarted by Merlin who took a blade to the back after pushing Arthur out of the way.

The King holds Merlin in his arms as he dies.

The assassin dies shortly after with his internal organs ripped out and his head set on a pike in the front gates. But as soon as the bloodlust depleted, Arthur found himself beside Merlin's body and weeping.

The people ran for the hills as news of the Storytellers death spread, fearful of the violence the Kings grief filled rage will ensure.

Arthur did none, he remained at Merlin's side crying for the man who held his heart.

(Now here I would have left it off and said Arthur dies after drinking himself sick, but I'm a suckered for happy endings.)

It was only due to him never taking his eyes off Merlin that he witnessed it.

The Magic.

It was glowing gold, much like Merlin's eyes when he practiced magic, it sprung from the very earth and wrapped him. Before his very eyes Arthur watches in shocked Wonder as Merlin's sliver white hair turned raven black and his wrinkles disappear and smoothed clear into flawless white skin.

The best part was when Merlin's lungs breathed air and his eyes opened. They were gold for a long while before turning into very familiar blue eyes.

It was Merlin, his Merlin, only not so old anymore, but it's him and he was alive. Arthur had no restraint in hugging the just revived man tightly. Sobbing again but this time in relief.

Merlin: I'm ok Arthur, everything is ok my King.

Arthur: Don't- don't ever do something like that again do you hear me! Never again Merlin. Thank god you're alive.

Merlin: Err, your not shocked that I'm young again? Sorry about that by the way, I was planning on telling you but it slipped my mind, being old wasn't fake, just temporary. But man, it feels good to not feel my bones ache.

Arthur: You idiot. *then proceeds to kiss him dumber.*

Arthur would later trick Merlin into marriage and make him become King Consort. Nobody questions about the Old Storyteller become an Young Storyteller, content and happy with the positive effect he has on the Once Reckless King.

(This was great to get out of my mind. I loved the part of the Gjinns tale because instantly my mind went to Merlin and Arthur, but Merlin is the magical Being so he don't stay dead.

In my mind, the stories Merlin tells are all real events, especially Artorius and Myrddin. If it wasn't obvious, Merlin is Myrddin of the story and has been waiting for his King to return for 5-6 hundred years. He went across the lands telling their story. Now he found him in young Arthur and it was time they make new tales to tell, one of a round table and a sword in the stone.

That's all for now, till next time fellow dreamers~! ✨)

[laikuh]

this is deeply personal and embarrassing but i'm not ready to talk about it with anyone irl so it's going here for at least a little while because i need to parse out my thoughts somewhere.

i've been reading some dd/lg romance books, and also i've been talking in therapy/astrology about how i just have...this really painful and desperate urge to be parented because the idea of parenting myself is exhausting and saddening and i really do like. want a daddy.

(this is gonna be so messily laid out fuck)

and so yeah, i've been having these epiphanies. and i was reading these kind of books before the epiphanies, and they were just entertaining, but now that i've had these moments i'm seeing these books in a new light. obviously not as manuals--they're fiction and romanticized, simplified versions of actual dd/lg relationships i'm sure--but just as like. well. do i want a man in my life i casually and frequently call "daddy"? and not even in a sexual way. like, i have always said and maintain still that the idea of calling a man "daddy" in bed makes me cringe. but at the same time, having a "daddy" in every day life is starting to hold some appeal.

and it's struck me in the last few days that i can like. i can look for that. i can look for a daddy. but the thing is, i don't want to be a little. i don't resonate with that. it doesn't appeal to me. and also i don't want a sugar daddy lol. and when i look around online for resources on like. god this is so awkward to talk about lol. but when i look around online for resources on finding a daddy, ESPECIALLY as a woman over 30 (which is a whole other set of awkward concerns, being too old to want or find a daddy) it's all sugar baby and little girl type of things, and i don't want to be either of those things.

but like. i do want a...a daddy, for lack of alternate term. i want a man to parent me. care for me. i want a man who is gratifide and aroused and comforted by the act of telling me to take care of myself and taking care of me himself and being called "daddy" inside and outside of the bedroom.

but like, also i don't necessarily want to call him daddy in bed lmao either. like, i'm still confused about what i want and i'm doubly confused on how to start finding it.

[mytheoristavenue]

Day 12: Steve + Tree decorating

Summary: Steve helps you put up your Christmas tree after finding that his parents will be out of town for the holiday without him.

Warnings: Fluff, a bit of family angst

"I can't believe this," you huffed, bringing your boyfriend a mug of hot chocolate, all the way with the works. "I can't believe they'd just leave you at home by yourself!"

Steve sighed, taking it from you and sipping it, hissing as he burned himself on the scalding mocha, eagerly brushing it off, hoping you hadn't seen. "Yeah well, I'm a grown man, I probably shouldn't even be living with them anymore, let alone going on holiday vacations with them."

"It's not about that, hun." you protested, bustling around the kitchen to clean up. "Christmas is about togetherness and family, not expensive vacations to Mexico." With a sympathetic look, you came around the table to face him, standing between his legs and wrapping your arms around his neck. "Look, why don't you stay with us for the week? Dad won't mind, he loves you."

"No baby, I couldn't put you guys out like that." he shook his head, gazing up into your concerned eyes.

"I'm not giving you a choice."

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"Steve, hand me that tinsel, would you, sweetie?" you mother chirped, standing beside you, as you stood up on the step ladder next to the tree. He did as asked, hopping up from the sofa and pausing the conversation he'd been having with you dad over some foot ball game they'd both seen.

He walked the tinsel over, but neglected to pass it to your mother. "Need any help, ladies?" The pair of you giggled at his charm, before nodding and putting him to work. For the next hour, Steve ran himself ragged keeping up with you, placing each ornament exactly where you wanted it, and hanging garland around the living room to your mother's precise specifications. All with the happiest grin.

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You nuzzled into his side further, deep into the night, long after your parents had called it a night. You both stared warmly at the golden glow of the tree and surrounding decorations, humming to the record of carols you'd put on your dad's old player. You had your leg slung over his lap, and Steve held it securely with his thumb lightly stroking your calf.

"I'm sorry about your family, hun." you finally piped up in a hushed, but saddened tone.

"Eh, it's okay," he dismissed, his voice echoing little emotion as he stared straight ahead, partially zoned out. "Used to it."

"You shouldn't be..." you mumbled, snuggling closer to him. A beat of silence came and went before he spoke again.

"(Y/N), what would you say if..." he trailed, wondering how he could possibly put his thoughts into adequate words. "What if...next Christmas, I didn't have to stay with you?"

You perked, glancing up at him. "You mean have me stay with you? That's a little counter productive if we wanna be with family, isn't it?"

"Sort of," he answered, furrowing his brows, his gaze suddenly flickering to yours, chestnut eyes boring into your (e/c) ones. "But what if...neither of us had to leave home to be together?"

"Steve, you know I hate it when you get all cryptic like this-"

"Let's move in together." he finally stated, serious as a heart attack. You hesitated for a moment, still in shock of what he said. "We could get our own place, somewhere small where there's just room for the two of us. Somewhere cozy." He rambled

"Wait..." you nearly mouthed, unable to find your voice. "Are you being for real?"

He almost looked surprised that you'd asked, or maybe more so that you were entertaining the thought. "Well...yeah." he confirmed reluctantly. "I've been thinking about what you said the other day, about how Christmas is about being with family and I kinda realized...you're my family."

"Oh, Steve!" you cried, throwing your arms around him, just about crawling onto his lap to hug his neck. "Yes, yes, of course I'll move in with you!" you gushed, peppering his face with kisses. "We'll start looking right away!" you shouted, jumping away from him, and darting down the hall to tell your parents about the decision, and to find a newspaper to look into the local reality.

Steve watched you go, and didn't bother trying to stop you or calm you down. He simply smiled in the way only lovesick people do, shoulders slumped and brows knit slightly.

"Merry Christmas, baby."

[themosleyreview]

The Mosley Review: The Marvels

Recently, the fandom surrounding the Marvel Cinematic Universe has become splintered into two types. On one side, you have the die hards that have enjoyed everything up to this point, but will also admit that there is a problem in the quality control with the films and television shows. On the other side, you have those that believe that we are currently experiencing superhero fatigue and Marvel has really gone down hill and should stop. Well, I'm of both camps. I have been there since day 1 and have enjoyed seeing these heroes have their stories told in a grounded manner. I also whole heartedly agree that ever since Avengers: Endgame and Spider-Man: No Way Home, the franchise has been floundering when it comes to the great storytelling and truly is running out of gas. The clear vision of where these stories were leading to has been so vague in this "Multiverse Saga" and it has truly hindered any hopes of recovery. Now comes this film that seeks to continue the cosmic portion of this saga by bringing us a sequel to a film that did nothing truly special for its titular character, but at least she gets some help. It should make for a fun and engaging story that helps further each character in development and maybe right the ship a little bit. Right? Unfortunately, that is not the case here and especially for Captain Marvel. I thought Thor was being miss handled in his third and fourth films, but man this character was all but destroyed in just her second film. Its a sad day when all that is worth watching in your big budget space adventure is your main three leads and only one of them is the true star.

Brie Larson returns as Carol Danvers / Captain Marvel and she was better this time around as the character. She had genuine moments of humanity as we see her become not so perfect. Where it all falls apart is when she continues to be the battering ram of a character that has no regard for authority or the lives of others when making her decisions. There are almost no consequences for her actions and she ultimately becomes the true villain of the story in my opinion. Teyonah Parris returns as Monica Rambeau and she continues to be a fun addition to the universe and I liked the growth of her character. She gets to let loose a little more and not be as tight and focused all the time. Her emotional connection to Carol comes full circle and it was one of the highlights of the film. Iman Vellani makes a joyuss return as Kamala Khan / Ms. Marvel and she truly was the star of this film. Her adorable and youthful energy really saved so many scenes and you really connect with her as her worldly views expand. The chemistry between all three of them is where the film shines and makes the film entertaining. Samuel L. Jackson returns as Nick Fury, but I was saddened by him. For half of the film, Sam IS Nick Fury and the other half is Sam being Sam as he just reacts to things and is just there for the ride. His connections to Monica and Carol are still good to watch but other than that, he really didn't have much to do in this film. Gary Lewis was really good as the leader of the Skrulls, Emperor Dro'ge and he highlights one of the biggest problems of the film. He carries the devastating torch left from the Secret Invasion series and it was so depressing. The so called "hero" Captain Marvel just makes things worse for him and his species. Speaking of problematic, Zawe Ashton was fantastic as the main antagonist Supremor Dar-Benn. Its always more interesting when a so called villain is trying to do something for the greater good, even if their methods are cruel. She embodied that and I empathized with her. The reason why I say shes problematic, is that there wasn't really anything else interesting done with her. She had all the fixings to become a truly memorable villain, but she falls into that predictable trap of just fighting all the time and not trying to solve the problem logically. The action scenes between her and The Marvels were all great, but I wish she had time to actually shine.

The score by Laura Karpman was good and puncuated the action scenes. I did like the theme this time around for Captain Marvel. It was more heroic and slightly more memorable. The action set pieces were the highlight of the film and there's plenty of it. So with all of the action sequences and spectacle stripped away, what do you have? A film about consequences for brash actions? No. Character growth of an older hero learning how to reconnect with humanity from another younger hero? No. How about using your head to solve a crisis for the betterment of a dying planet and/or its people? Not at all. What you have is a film that's all spectacle and none of the substance the Marvel films were known for in the past. For example, once we get to a solution for the antagonist that could benefit everyone, its as if the writer was like "Nah. That's boring. Make them fight and blow more stuff up!" and then the film is over. Honestly, the plot could've been solved in less than twenty minutes. Oh and don't get me started on the post credits scene. Its a cool reintroduction of a beloved character, but its an unnecessary over CGI'd version. I know the character looks more comic book accurate, but their practical version that was done years ago was so much better. This wasn't the worst Marvel film to date, but it didn't do Captain Marvel any favors. This was just a waste of time in the end. Let me know what you thought of the film or my review in comments below. Thanks for reading!

[umbralsound-xiv]

An Unexpected Face.

Bored. I'm not fond of the peace exactly, and it's only so long i'll tolerate it before i go find something else to entertain myself with. Exactly how though, i've yet to decide...

Saran slips out of the infirmary doors, golden eyes rolling back as she exhales a faint sigh, keeping it as quiet as possible while still near the opening to avoid giving Eanwin another reason to explode, as she had just been ranting the Xaela's horns off a mere moments ago. She sets her feet in motion and crosses the main hallway, wandering further into the compound and letting her gaze wander the doors until they reach the one leading to Ariq's room, thoughts swimming as she opts to head for it. A hand reaches for the handle and pushes it downwards at the same time as she takes a step forwards, intending to enter the room in one swift motion.

He'd heard someone approach of course; the knife in his hand lay still against the angular lump of wood he'd slowly whittled away, the refuse tossed to the flames of the simmering fire that crackled away in a fireplace. He'd not changed the room all that much since it became his, more a space to retreat to for some privacy than a place to decorate with what few belongings he'd chosen to own. Still, for someone to walk in unannounced, much less without knocking sets a brow raising in the direction of the door, still tucked around a corner from where he could see. "Yes?" Was his only word, quietly impatient, yet curious.

Still. It takes some kind of person to barrel into my room unannounced...

Saran halted just beyond the door, barely having released the handle before her gaze had fallen atop of Vairg, a person she.. definitely did not expect to find there, and judging by the surprised look on her face, that fact was obvious. ".. Where is Ariq?" Her tone was a touch lowered and hesitant, eyes not leaving the Viera.

Half draped over an armchair, one metal boot hooked over an armrest, Vairg's other brow raises to join the other in some amusement at her expression. "You'll have to look a lot harder than that to find him, girl. A few fulms in the dirt. Or in the belly of some beast."

"Ariq.. is dead?" She raised a brow, gaze trailing to the side. Whatever crosses her mind, she doesn't seem all too saddened about the fact, but a small huff does leave her. "That's.. unfortunate."

It's plenty fortunate for me. I'd have considered killing the bastard myself sometime, if i felt like it, and if it wouldn't have gotten me out of the bosses good graces. It's better that he's dead, though i'll admit things have been quieter since it happened.

"You don't get out of the infirmary much, do you?" The words, half mocking and half accusatory, leave him with a sigh. "He wasn't weak, but he was stupid." The knife in his hand twirls, toying with it as he spoke. "Now. Did you need Ariq in particular, or were you looking for a worthy Left Hand?"

"Actually.. It seems I haven't been in the infirmary enough.." A hand settles on her hip, stance becoming a touch more relaxed. "I was on leave, and have only just returned." She pauses, head tilting. "I spoke with Ariq on occasions, he.. had wanted me to let him know when I was back, hence.. I am here." Words that weren't completely true, but they sure did sound it, at least. Her lips curl into a faint, slightly forced smile. "Judging by the fact you are in what was his room.. and your comment.. I take it you were promoted in his stead?"

"On leave?" Vairg replies, allowing the word to hang, eyes half rolled as he continues. "I earned my promotion. The rest were either unworthy or uninterested. Now, what could be so important that you'd seek out him, hm?" That smirk crawls over his lips, hooked leg lightly swaying from the knee. "Though i could guess."

"On leave. That Eanwin approved." She huffed faintly, shifting her weight from one leg to the other. "Oh, I'm not arguing that you didn't, merely confirming it. Congratulations." She lofts a brow, a short laugh she never intended to leave her emitting eitherway. "By all means, guess away. I doubt you will be right about it, however." Her lips curled into a smile, a tiny bit too cocky, perhaps.

"He was a man of tastes as simple as he was." Vairg states, looking over Saran more pointedly. "You'll have to find some other half-brained whelp to satisfy your cravings." A huff, distasteful, is given from his nose. "That is why you came to find him, yes?"

There's a prolonged pause as Saran merely listens to Vairg's words, brows lofting slowly. She cracks a smile, shortly followed by a highly entertained laugh. "Mmh, he wishes." She grins. "Ariq may of had interest in me, but the feeling was not mutual."

"Mm?" The Viera's head tilts from one side to the other. Even as she laughed, his smirk seemed to split wider on his face. "Then why are you here? Unless you planned to tell him directly. Suppose he never was one for taking a hint." Vairg's forefingers slowly drum on the edge of the arm. "Or no for an answer…"

He wouldn't have let her leave without getting what he wanted. She should be smart enough to know that, and if not, well... She'd learn the hard way, anyway. Suppose she dodged a bullet with his death. I've certainly no interest in her like.

"He asked that I let him know when I returned, and I figured I could do so in person.. As neither Sukh nor Eanwin let slip that he was dead." Her hands clasp before herself, one hand's fingers idly fidgeting with the other's. "I was trying to tell him that I had no interest, gently." Her head tilts forward a touch, golden gaze peeking out beneath her fringe. "An immediate, harsh 'no' would've likely placed me at the wrong end of his rage, considering he held absolutely no control over it. Which was not a particularly appealing prospect." At the last comment of Vairg's, she raises a brow. "..And possibly that he'd refuse my 'no', yes. Which also wasn't appealing."

"And yet here you are anyway. Then, he's not exactly reasonable, or gentle… Or alive." He watches her peer from behind her hair, sighing as he glances away, disinterested. Slowly retrieving the lump of wood, he continues prying away small slivers with the knife in hand. "Consider yourself fortunate he's dead. What a situation you would have been in, otherwise."

A meek little thing. She'll be chewed up and spat out with the rest of the refuse soon enough.

"To be honest, gentle is not what I expect from one of my own kind. A Chaghan even less so. But, lucky me." She huffs and straightens her head back up, sending a curious glance Vairg's way. "And lucky you, who claimed his spot as hand.."

"Claimed it i did. There was no luck involved, girl." The word is enough to dart his gaze back to her, catching the glance. He pauses for a moment, the knife in his hand as he glowered back. "Yes?"

Her brows raise a touch at the glare, eyes fluttering in a rapid double-blink. "I-.. I meant nothing bad by it. It was more-.." She fumbles slightly with her words, something that's far from frequent with the Xaela. ".. Luck of his death, that then saw you able to take the position, not that you needed luck." Her hands fidget anew, head tilting. ".. Merely curious as to what you are doing, I can't see it that well from over here."

"Mm." That small, noncommittal sound sees him follow it with a sigh, holding the small lump aloft. "Something to pass the time. At least, until i grow bored." He says, as though it was the greatest crime that could befall him. "Carving. Whittling. Whatever you want to call it."

I was told to keep my hands busy with something small. To help strengthen my grip after that... Bitch... Ugh. It's fine. The loss of two fingers won't hinder me. I'll take her own when we next meet, and we will... Perhaps if i get my hands on that runt of a Viera of hers, i'll take his too, before i take his life in front of her.

Saran finally leaves the door, taking some few steps further into the room yet still keeping a respectable distance, eyeing the lump curiously. "Oh." She offers a smile, gaze returning to him. ".. What are you making?"

He doesn't reply verbally, instead gesturing to something on a table within arm's reach; small figures resembling chess pieces, though barely half finished; though difficult to see from where she might be standing.

Not quite catching what he gestures to, she walks further into the room, and therefore closer to Vairg, to get a better view. "Ah. Chess." Her gaze trails back to him, head tilting. ".. Simply to have, or.. do you play it, too?"

"I play." He states, though with her now closer to him he huffs, holding the piece aloft with forefinger and thumb. Not that he had so much option with the digits he used, on that hand. A small, vaguely chocobo-shaped piece is set aside on the table, as he eyed her again. "Do you?"

Saran curiously eyed the piece, before her gaze notes the lack of fingers where fingers should be. "Not really, but-.. I.. would be down to… learn.." Her voice trails as her brows furrow, a seemingly genuine look of concern settling on her features. "..What happened to your hand..?"

Upon hearing the question, Vairg's expression sours, eyes narrowed as in a swift, two-part motion, the knife is rammed point-first into the wood of the table, and her hand is grabbed to wrench her closer to him and squeeze it uncomfortably. "Ask me that again and i'll cut yours to match." He speaks through gritted teeth, almost scrunching the comparatively smaller appendage in his own, in an effort to cause some amount of pain.

Bitch. Does she seek to annoy me on purpose? As though she doesn't know! People talk. I'm not stupid. Not that they dare to do so in front of me.

The slam is enough to make her flinch, certainly not having expected such a reaction from him at her question. A sharp gasp leaves her when he yanks her by the hand, features twisting in discomfort before her gaze darts to his, offering a wide-eyed stare that's a struggle to differentiate between fear and surprise. "..I-.. am sorry.." She whispers. "..I shouldn't have asked.."

"No." The hand is squeezed more firmly, bending her wrist back as his eyes locked to hers. Something in her expression wrestles the frown into some malicious curiosity, clearly attempting to buckle her footing. "You shouldn't." He begins to rub the bones in her hand together. "How long have you been gone, girl?"

I wonder. How easy would it be to break her? Could i do it with this hand, i wonder?

Saran fights to remain in her spot, despite the bending wrist that certainly causes waves of pain. Noting the change in his expression, however, she buckles; crashing down onto her knees while her free hand moves to grasp onto the fabric that hangs around her waist, head sinking and shoulders rising. A faint whimper escapes her at the rubbing, fingers of the hand twitching in discomfort. "I-.. mh.. a-around.. a cycle.. Give or take.."

"Some little sabbatical you have taken. You have missed plenty." Watching how she crumbled, he gives a small huff, releasing her with a shove; not caring whether she fell or caught herself.

Pff. Not much worth bothering with. She'd wither under a glare, this one. For now, she's more amusing than annoying.

The hand clutching at the fabric releases it to dart for the floor, serving as her support to not fall over completely. The no-doubt bruise building hand darts away and settles by her chest, a long breath being exhaled. At least she takes punishments like a champ. "So it seems.. I.. would have come back sooner if I knew, but.. I did not.."

"No, you didn't. But, you're back now. And i, as Left Hand, think you have plenty of making up to do." He watches her still through those mismatched eyes, plucking the knife back out of the table, twirling it with his good hand.

Her gaze directs itself up to his, shoulders slouching but head sinking into a slow nod, certainly not about to argue it. Discomfort remains plastered on her features, but whether from the situation or the pain in her hand is unknown.

The knife is spun between his fingers, fidgeted with as he simply watches her. He doesn't say anything, head slowly canting to one side to see how long she'd stay there without any kind of interference, observing her clear discomfort.

Saran remains exactly where she's sat, gaze shifting between the floor, the knife, and Vairg's eyes. She holds her silence, even if thoughts swim about wildly in her skull.

...She won't move from the floor. She learns quick, if nothing else. Will she stay indefinitely, until i ask her to rise? Or will she stand of her own accord?

"Are you going to sit there all day?" Vairg questions, slowly swaying one of those metal boots again. A smirk shifts over his lips once again.

There's a long pause, as she glances up at him, lips thinning just a touch. ".. Are you going to tell me to get up?" She counter-asks.

Clear amusement washes over his features, then. He takes some considerable time in answering her. "Maybe."

"Which makes my own response a 'maybe', also." She slowly raises her brows.

His brows loft at the challenge, though it brings no less amusement to his features. He allows the time between them to linger, taking a minute at the very least, before the novelty seems to fade, sighing as he began to tire of it. "Get up."

Perhaps not quite as meek as she looks. Amusing, though. I'll give her amusing, if nothing else. Suppose if she'd not learned something in here, she'd be dead by now.

And so she does. Saran pushes herself up to stand slowly, keeping her bruised hand chest-height to avoid using it.

Vairg watches as she rises, as she keeps her hand to herself. Another uncomfortable pause lingers between them before he huffs in amusement. "Must i give you an instruction for everything, now?"

"Hardly. But considering you put me on the ground.. I'd rather have confirmation that I am allowed to stand." She lofts a brow at him. ".. Is that wrong of me?"

"Mm. No." Vairg remains as he was, lounged on the armchair, watching her. Fingertips tap a small rhythm against the table, as curiosity takes his attention. He seems to be waiting for… Something.

Given a semblance of free will, what will she do now, i wonder? I expect she'll run.

Saran shifts from one leg to the other, gaze slowly dragging across his frame as if she only now realised he was in fact shirtless. Her eyebrows shift enough to note the fact that she has given him a proper once-over, before her eyes drag back to the chess pieces on the table, and she opts to begin moving over to the table more properly, as if intending to look at the pieces a little more closely.

Vairg blinks slowly as she approaches again. There's a grid carved directly into the surface of the table, and of the many chess pieces, only five are complete, with a sixth on it's way in the form of the chocobo. The knifework is surprisingly detailed, considering the hands of the one who made it. He eyes her as she examines his work. "What?"

...Well. That was... Unexpected. And... Interesting.

"Just looking." She hums faintly, considering her words. ".. How long did it take you to make one piece? They're very detailed." She seems intent to pretend that she never angered him in the first place, however accidental it was.

"A sennight or so. I'm busy. Usually." The latter word is spoken with a hint of annoyance. Quietly flexing his bad hand, he eyes his blade, which sits on a bed not so far away, armour and clothes next to it in a small heap. It doesn't look slept on, at least. "Why?"

"Oh, I can imagine, at least if you take your duties more seriously than Ariq did." There's the briefest moment of quiet on Saran's end, before her gaze darts up Vairg. "Which I assume you do, mind." She adds, head tilting. "I'm just curious."

"I do. I earned this." Vairg replies all the more pointedly. "Grym provides my opponents, and i provide him with victories. I keep the peace, and when i'm bored of it, i find entertainment."

"It sounds like a good deal." She hums, settling a hand on her hip. "What is entertainment to you?"

"Mm? Why?" His green and gold gaze lid, lips tugged into a wicked smirk as he suddenly unhooks his leg from the arm of the chair, setting his metal boot down with a thud on the floor. "Do you plan on entertaining me, girl?"

"At least buy me dinner first." The quip leaves her swifter than she has time to fully register it, only half regretting it once it has - opting to flash a tiny smirk afterwards.

Oh, i have no interest in anything like that with her. I'd break her in half, and then into pieces, and there's certainly no fun in that.

"Hah!" Despite the short outburst of a laugh, Vairg reaches to grab one of her horns and drag her closer to him, face ilms from hers. He gives her a second to register those mismatched eyes and wicked grin before speaking. "No. I have no interest in that. Not with you." He comments, sneering. "I like to fight, girl. For people to be thrown at me only for them to bloody my blade. To hunt people down who would run from me, to hear them scream as i close the gap. I enjoy killing the weak and the unworthy, and finding competition… Only to best them and cut them down all the same."

Saran tenses up as his fingers coil around her horn, forced to stagger along his pull. Her breath is almost held as she's kept so close, gaze darting between his eyes and grin. Her lips thin into a line, head shifting in slight discomfort from the position it's forced to be in due to his grasp of her horn. "Mh.. Noted, as much as it was a joke." She mumbles, gaze shifting aside at his less than appealing explanation of his kind of entertainment. ".. Fighting, hunting, people being afraid of you and killing.. Got it."

"-Good-." Came his sole word, releasing her with a small shove, though not enough to knock her from her feet. With a small laugh, Vairg returns to his relaxed slump on the chair, kicking a leg over the arm as he did before. "Hm. Speaking of dinner…" He mulls for a few moments. "The next you visit me, bring me some. I don't always like eating with the others."

If they're not trying to pander to me or get into my good graces, they're being too loud, too obnoxious, and it makes me want to do nothing more than throw them across the mess hall. And as fun as that might be for a few moments... Sometimes i just want to eat. ...And not be reminded of last time there was a riot in there.

She staggers back at the shove, raising a hand to lightly brush at the previously grabbed horn. "I will make it a point to bring some when I visit, then. And if you'd like some now.. I can also arrange that."

"And just like that, i have my own little personal assistant." He gives a too-toothy grin at the thought. "No. I'm not hungry now. Though…" Head dropped back against the seat, he looked as though he might intend to sleep. Eyes closed, he does take a moment to peer through one towards her. "You -do- learn quickly."

...Entertainment, if nothing else, she'll provide some source of amusement. She's smart enough, and not as flimsy as she looks. But we'll see. I'll give her a moon at best.

"Hah. Eanwin might argue that one if she needs me." She returns a small smirk, then offers him a nod, eyes shifting over him. ".. I will leave you to it." She says, and begins to head for the door.

A half-hum is given as acknowledgement, though he says nothing more, simply closing his eyes and lingering in the quiet once more.

Saran slips out the door and carefully closes it, gaze briefly scanning the area to ensure no one was near her as she began to wander off. ".. Personal assistant my ass." She grumbles under her breath, incredibly quietly.

[kaleschmidt]

ok actually yknow? slight tkt synopsis ft naomi autism'ing. bc i forgot if i showed the whole thing. actually i'm putting the whole text under cut

It started with a red bird- Ramona- coming to Terry’s house with her dad to have their annual Christmas party. The party consisted of Ramona, Terry, Ramona’s dad, Terry’s mom, and a few of Terry’s other friends from school. The kids were going to play a game of White Elephant when suddenly, the power went out in Terry’s house. The TV in the living room then turned on, with a sinister-looking symbol of three slash marks, coupled with goggles appearing on screen. A menacing voice spoke, introducing himself as “Dr. Bohltz”, as he told the people in the room of his evil plan: To steal Santa's sleigh! A device made to travel the entire world in only one night would be a dangerous thing in the wrong hands. 

So, Terry and Ramona went off on an adventure to the North Pole to prevent Dr. Bohltz from completing his evil scheme! Being a special, two types of technology were introduced: propeller jets, which were used to help the two kids travel to the North Pole, and heat technology, in reference to helping Dr. Bohltz, when he and his henchmen/kids, Voltz and Wattz, get trapped during an avalanche, in their plan to take Santa’s sleigh.

As the episode came to an end, Terry invited Dr. Bohltz, Voltz, and Wattz to his Christmas party, because, as Terry said, “There’s cooler things to do, than stealing someone’s ride!”

Voltz and Wattz were excited by this offer, but, Dr. Bohltz turned around, declining it, saying how he didn’t need the young cat’s pity. The three villains then left, as Terry looked, disappointed and saddened. Ramona patted Terry on the back, and then told him that Santa was going to fly them back home. And so, Ramona and Terry get back home for the Christmas party, thanking Santa. The end of the episode skips to night time, as Terry looks out his window, holding a present that he had found on his doorstep, it wasn’t from Santa, and it wasn’t from his mom or his friends. Then, a thought struck the young tabbykat.

“I wonder if Dr. Bohltz had a nice Christmas…”

The episode then ended, and the credits rolled.

--

“What did you think…?” Naomi asked her friend. She was waiting for Lambchop’s opinion first, before she gushed about the episode. “I thought it was nice that Terry thought about Mr. Bohltz even though he was mean!” Lambchop said, even though she’d forgotten that Bohltz took the title of doctor. 

“Mmhm-” It was time for Naomi to infodump. “We’ll have to watch the show in order some day, but! There’s been theories about Dr. Bohltz being Terry’s dad, and with this episode- it– it really- I was one of the ones who believed in that, so when the ending came up-!” She started to rapidly shake her arms in excitement. “It was just!!! Ahhhh!!!” She squealed. “It’s a shame that the theory was never confirmed…” The sheep tilted her head. “Why wasn’t it? Did they not finish the show?” 

“Sadly, no… they got canned,” Naomi said, “But- there’s still something that remains of the show! The creators’ friend founded an entertainment center based off of TabbyKat’s Tech, in Florida! It’s pretty successful, too.”

[^ that's as much as i can post of naomi's rambling b4 if gets spoilery...! hope that helps.]