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myalchod · 11 days ago

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Greetings!

It is I, your mysterious HEX anon! 🌝

I bring with me a small list of questions and a batch of freshly baked pumpkin pastries to share with some hot tea! 🫖🥧

Is there a particular winter solstice tradition that you find interesting?

How do you imagine Farah, Luna, Saul and Andreas spend a typical winter solstice night? (Not all together, although if you imagine any of them spending it together that also counts, but I was more interested on your take of them on their own)

What are some of your favorite savoury and sweet winter delicacies?

Stay frosty!☃️

Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiii! 💙 I’m sorry this one took me a bit to reply to; things have been trying over here and I wanted to give these questions the proper response they deserve. Which means yes, time for another essay. Let me just pour myself some tea first … and a cup for you, dearest HEX anon. 🍵

Winter solstice traditions: my favourite of all is probably the idea of lighting candles -- not necessarily to keep the dark at bay, but to give the sun a path to return on, if the distinction makes sense? I love the smells that have made their way over to Christmas, pine and spices and molten wax, because there’s something oddly soothing in them. For a while, I used to go to a concert by a local Celtic music ensemble every year on Solstice, and these two things were a part of it, so the combination of those and the music just feels right to me. In terms of interesting, though, the whole idea of the cycle of darkness and rebirth and the attendant hope returning with the sun is something I’ve always loved; winter is probably my favourite season, and there’s a sort of peace to that day.

I’m going to answer your last question next, because I have no idea how long I’m going to ramble on headcanons. So! Winter delicacies? My winter holiday is Hanukkah, which is the holiday of Delicious Fried Stuff: in my family we make latkes, of course (my personal favourite are half potato and half zucchini, with feta cheese added in), and often do sufganiyot (yeast-based jelly doughnuts), which in my family are usually filled with a homemade raspberry coulis and lightly dusted with powered sugar. There are a lot of non-Jewish holiday-related desserts that I like but cannot eat thanks to a later-in-life tree nut allergy (I miss homemade marzipan so much). Some years back, we started a family tradition of chlebíčky for New Year’s Eve, largely because they make good nibbling food for an evening of unspecified length; those and some kind of nibble-friendly sweet (last year I made blood orange scones) make the centre of my New Year’s spread. But if we’re not talking holidays specifically, my favourite thing about winter food is, hands down, Soup Season -- I love a good soup, and as the weather gets colder it’s the perfect excuse to make a pot. I’m not even particular about what kind, and often just whack together something that sounds good, but the snow days when I get to work from home, pot of soup bubbling on the stove and fresh bread rising so I can bake it with dinner, are the unequivocal best.

And now to the one that takes a lot more thinking …

Luna is the easiest of the four to address, I think: whether as queen or before as crown princess, she’d have obligations to take care of on the Solstice. Solaria hosts an annual ball, which is part of its obligation as the preeminent kingdom but also because they’re the freaking sun kingdom hello. There are a number of solstice traditions that lean into the idea of the light and dark in combat, and I think that would play into the traditions and superstitions -- picturing the ballroom brilliantly lit up, candles and chandeliers ablaze, from the moment the sun descends and all through the night, culminating in some big ritual to welcome the sun back at dawn. When she was younger she could snatch moments to herself during the ball, but now that she’s the queen, there’s no hiding, and since Luna in my head is an introvert, it is completely and utterly exhausting for her, and she’ll usually take whatever time she can for solitude and quiet afterwards. I’m not even sure why, but I’m picturing a superstition about the use of magic during the time between dusk and dawn -- as in ‘don’t use it or you’ll call to/empower the darkness’, though perhaps it’s the sort of superstition that is often disregarded these days. IDK, it’s one of those things I would or wouldn’t play with depending on my mood, not something I’m wedded to notionally.

In my head, Saul has a farmboy background, and so he would have older-feeling country traditions he’d keep as best he can, even during the war years. Traditional foods, whatever those are (breads and sweets of some form, I think), but moreso a communal meal shared in warmth and candlelight at the centre. A fire is built up to last through the night, and you cast into the flame something you want to leave in the dark of the old year -- literal, symbolic, or otherwise. The fire would usually have been built from the last growth of the fields along with wood, but that’s a part he’s left behind him. The world sleeps during winter, and so it’s also about rest and recovery. There’s always a sense of quiet to his observations, a bit sorrowful but also somewhat at peace despite that. He’d probably be the one bringing in cut greenery (assuming Ben and/or Rose weren’t), from a tradition of keeping something alive to remind you of what follows the dark and the cold, too? Out of all of them, I can see Saul being the one to bring the holidays in on some level while the battalion is in the field -- like, yes, the enemy doesn’t give a fuck about the holidays, but he does, so he’d figure out something. When he starts raising Sky, he would make a point to bring Eraklyan traditions into his home, giving the boy that part of his heritage even if it means compromising some of what he would ordinarily do.

Speaking of Eraklyan traditions: I don’t know that I have a picture in my head of what they are, but with Eraklyon being the Fighty Kingdom I feel like they’d really lean into the light-battling-darkness part of the holiday, in a way very different from what Solaria does. Solaria holds balls; Eraklyon has tournaments and trials conducted in the darkness, where the stars and whatever there is of the moon are your only light, and the sunrise ceremonial involves crowning the victors and feasts. Or something like that, IDEK, but in that sort of a vein. Andreas, away from home, would try to keep part of this but I think he’d have some trouble figuring out how; maybe as a student he spends the night out in some part of the school where the light doesn’t reach, doing sword drills relentlessly until dawn, or setting up some sort of tournament with other Eraklyan specialists and others who are interested. Whatever the tradition, I feel like it matters to him to keep them as a point of pride. Later on, raising Beatrix, he draws on those traditions, but he’s also aware that he’s raising a fairy and so his own traditions aren’t the whole of it, and he’d draw on a bit of what he learned from those around him -- from Rosalind, from Farah, from Ben (and Rose) and maybe even a little bit of Luna depending on one’s thoughts of how she fit in with them (or didn’t) socially, but in his own slightly off-kilter “I don’t remember exactly what or why so I’m going to make up a little”. (I feel like Bea would appreciate a good bonfire somehow, so that definitely makes its way in. She also definitely learns the most inappropriate Eraklyan soldier versions of any seasonal holiday tunes that there are from a very early age. Is it because Andreas can’t remember the other words? Entirely possible.)

And now I’m picturing Ben, Andreas, and Saul all making paper snowflakes with their respective kids and pasting them to the windows and feeling a bit sad. Whoops.

Farah … hmm. I’m really of two minds about this, because I can’t decide if she’d treat it much like any other day, or if she’d lean into some of the traditions. As Headmistress, she would absolutely be obligated to attend the Solarian ball (Saul almost always accompanies her, on the logic of ‘if you must be miserable the least I can do is try to make it better’). When younger, I think she’d brush off a lot of the traditions she grew up with as superstition, particularly if she’s echoing Rosalind’s sentiments -- she’d enable those around her to their traditions because they’re her friends and it’s important to them, but the beliefs are a bit silly -- sure, the magic of the natural world is quieter, but that doesn’t mean anything, it’s a cycle like anything else. Which I suppose means later, in her efforts to be the anti-Rosalind, she would lean into Solarian tradition, and if Saul or Ben invite her into their own celebrations (which I think they would) then she’d take part, but I’m not sure she’s ever really thought about what she’d do, given the complete freedom to observe it however she wants. I do think the quiescence of Alfea itself in that season, and of the natural world as a whole, unsettles her more than she wants to admit for reasons she’s never quite managed to articulate, and so she’d reach for comfort -- fire, friendship, familiarity? Which is possibly the most non-answer of an answer, but somehow my best beloved blorbo has also been the most difficult here so my apologies!

I have no idea if any of that helps you in the least, and I apologise for the amount of time this took and the positively ridiculous length of rambling. Looking forward to your next visit, my dear! 💙

#ftwsholidayexchange #asked and answered #headcanon #luna of solaria #saul silva #andreas of eraklyon #farah dowling

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monstrouslyobsessed · 9 months ago

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super late but im finally answering some asks~

tw / tags: heavy heavy beastfolk lore/worldbuilding talk, momster talks too fucking much, sex work, long post, beastfolk / beastfolks characters mentioned: cerelos, brief mention of revius, red, implied mentions of papa bull and duke

When are you going to post? (I apologize if this sounds rude,I'm really curious but that isn't an excuse🙁) —anonymous

ahhh, nah you're good. sorry, writer's block was notoriously bad the past few months, with me not being happy with anything i produced :\ i always thought of yall and this blog of mine though! i wanted to give you my best, than my worst if i could. yall are too sweet for me to halfass anything tbh.

just rest assured that i am still around, just slow as a snail 😭

(also, life. stressing about adulthood as usual.)

Does Cerelos shed his horns? Like bucks and moose do?🫎🦌 —anonymous

hmmm, yes in his youth. but when he got older and became more experienced with his magic, he probably made his crowned horns permanent. i don't believe he really enjoyed the awful burning, itching sensations that came with shedding (and yuck, imagine how bloody the velvet would be on anyone's head!) and he'd consider himself to look very undignified without his majestic antlers before his people. he's arrogant and strict about keeping his appearance on point in front of everyone that isn't his darling.

shedding also applies to those with just one horn as well (revius), not strictly just those with antlers.

tbf the equestrians would consider the first shedding the rite of passage and would encourage more sheds as they gets older, to better develop their growth and magic in general, before they'd seek ways to permanently stop the shedding. i kinda imagine that constantly growing new horns would take a lot of calcium, proteins, and other nutrients that it's not advised to keep shedding when they are no longer young adults as well.

hope this answered!

rest is under the cut due to the length and implied adult subjects.

IK this is kinda whack for me to say…but I was watching Spirited Away by Ghibili and there was a few brief scenes where they show how busy the bathhouse is. And I’m in were the cute giant duckies 🐥 and I wanted to clean brush and cuddle em so bad that it strangely reminded me of your beastverse 🙈 So like does that exist where humans are allowed to work in bath houses and wash up beadtfolk? 🧼🧽🧴🫧 And not in even a sexual undertone though I assume some businesses do offer additional services just like irl. Idk I just kinda wanna bathe brush and cuddle super fluffy animals if they’d permit me 🙈 This is how I find my future hubby or something if I lived in your world. I’m such a degenerate 🫡 —anonymous

well, while there are brothels, there are also salons where the beastfolks employ humans for their smaller (and less dangerous) hands to better groom the clients. funny that you mentioned that lol because i thought about the salon ages ago but i just never found any room to talk about it in general until now.

but anyway, most of them are, or were in history, just fronts for "special services" in the midst of the then-super conservative towns fresh after the post-zoo breakout eras where both beastfolks and humans were struggling to learn to live among each other unharmed.

the brothels back then that featured both human and beastfolks employees were often made 'illegal'—especially since any sort of intimate relations were looked at negatively. this is the era where the possibility of humans bearing/providing full beastfolk was being "discovered", still, while being scoffed at. by being discovered, i mean both sides would soon realize it's not a talltale passed down by their ancestors and history books. so the 'salons' were the answer to that, offering special services catering to both sides.

that said, there were and are some genuine salons that provided only beauty services. probably commonly run by immigrants wanting to support their families and to help the parent (typically single mothers) in need, regardless of their species. i do imagine it would be pretty common to see very…strong-headed owners defending their employees from very unsavory clients too, since the salons back then would have an unfortunate correlation with those that provided sex services.

in short, the salons were essentially the massage parlors of our reality (the ones that featured 'special services', i mean). however, i considered massage parlors that featured both beastfolks and humans a bit…farfetched due to their strength differences that wouldn't work well for the other side (for example, a lioness would probably break a human's spine, while a human's attempt would be too weak for, say, a gorilla's). not to say that the massage parlors don't exist in the beastfolk au, because they do! but i don't believe having employees from both sides would be a common feature in the massage parlor, and i'm sure it's not uncommon to see them offering their own special services but it'd be limited to their own race/subspecies for the most parts.

so i decided that the salons would fit best and would probably be one of the common precursors to the idea that both humans and beastfolks can live in relative harmony. why? because the employees, and typically just the employees, as some employers are/were often…not good people in these special salons, commonly formed a tightknit bond for various reasons, typically stemming from the time spent together, since teamwork is often a necessary factor to groom a client (especially if the client is of much larger stature).

the salon was a great place to be to get some culture shock, tbh, back then, to see both sides working together to perfect a client's appearance to their satisfaction. as the years pass, i'm sure that the happy ending salon (terms are still pending, but i'm just stealing from the existing ones atm lol) would soon be outnumbered by actual licensed salons that provided no such services beyond beauty-related.

bathhouses are typically self-service in this au, so the attendants often kept discreet with their jobs while still respecting the privacy of their patrons. i imagine most of the beastfolks prefer their privacy (since some can be aggressive, more so when their families are there). if there are drinks and foods being delivered, the attendant would typically drop them off at the entryway and disappear.

meanwhile, the salons would have the employees on site, mingling and chattering with their clients.

in the modern era, the salon typically would hire just about anyone, those without an independent card included, and someone would often take it upon themselves to mentor the beginners. there are regulations that tried to make things harder for the owners, but well, those who experienced struggles and poverty in the past typically do not give a flying shit about the politics. this such culture tends to carry through countless individually-owned salons.

i can go on, really.

tbh, meeting your soulmate in the beauty salon is probably one of the most wholesome (and safe) ways you can get. security is practically in every corner, protective of one other and especially their little humans.

honestly, if you really want to, just ask your beastfolk spouse to take you to a bathhouse. the bathhouse often have a huge family culture and unlike our pitiful reality in the good ol' murica, the bathhouses are pretty much everywhere, though some do take a bit of drive. they never died out the way ours did in our history. some beastfolks are just too big to be comfortable relaxing in the bathtub in the common household bathrooms, so the demands for the bathhouses are still there in the au and would likely always be. and without a doubt, grooming is hugely embraced among the beastfolks, so they'd most definitely love it when their little human groom them (to the best to their ability, at least!).

i talked too much, so uhhh, i'll move on lol but hope this answered!! thanks for giving me the space to talk about the salons too <3

CURIOUS what do u think if a possible yandere wolf fish ORR ORR A LEMON SHARKKK i read somewhere they get possessive of divers they’re familiar wt —anonymous

i think i've wrote something similar ages ago, but the species is some kind of an eel mermaid, obsessed with the diver. here's the link. and i do have my red boi, he was based on sandbar shark! his darling was some rando surfer he kidnapped to his cove though. eel mermaid

red got a section of his own in my main masterlist, here.

idk if im up for another merman oc though lol and i'm still sorting out how things would go with the seafolk of my beastfolk au, when they are considered extremely dangerous even by the beastfolk's standard. but, wolf fish and lemon shark would be neat candidates to think about! though, wolf fish would be something straight out of a horror scifi and be a far more monstrous than the average beastfolk.

Thinking of being used by the bull beast folk at least once a week. It’s always sad when you can’t have something you want… —anonymous

same 😔 alas we can only dream…

omg i talked too much. sorry. 😔 thanks for you patience tho;;

#ghosts are curious.👻#☠️not writing...#anonymous #asked #answered #beastfolk au #beastfolks #beastfolk #worldbuilding #long post

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multicohn · 2 months ago

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summary: you come to his last game as the starting fullback

warnings: none

pairing: fem! reader x sualauvi fa’alogo

genre: fluff

face claim: no one

author note: a sua imagine before gta6 is a bit insane ngl… ( writing this to distract myself from the news about logan sargeant )

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round fifteen would be sua’s last game as fullback since ryan papenhuyzen got the all clear from the doctors and will be back next round. although, he was upset about going back to sitting on the bench, sua quickly remembered that his girlfriend had a few days off from work and perked up at the thought of her being in the stands to cheer him on.

[ incoming facetime from sua 💞💞 ]

y/n quickly picked up the phone and placed it against her laptop.

“hey, babe” sua rolled onto his stomach as y/n typed away, she was quickly getting everything done before they flew over to new zealand for his game

“hi, baby. how was training?” his immediate response was to groan before burying his head into the pillow. y/n has heard all the stories about how intense his coach can be — don’t get him wrong, sua is grateful for being put in the fullback position, but craig bellamy is harsh.

“don’t remind me, how’s work?”

“almost finished, have you showered?” sua raised his eyebrow with a teasing smile that made y/n roll her eyes

“i’m going to hang up”

sua just laughed

“we’re leaving wednesday morning, right?” y/n asked, quickly glancing towards her phone to see sua hum

“yeah, straight to training when we land though” the couple frowned simultaneously at not having time to spend together since he would be busy training and doing team stuff — sua said he could lie and say he wasn’t feeling well, but y/n worried that his coach might find out and bench him for the game

“have you packed?” sua froze at her question and y/n could sigh

“give me a few minutes and i’ll be over”he cheered loudly before getting yelled at by his roommate to be quiet

“WELL, SORRY FOR BE HAPPY ABOUT MY AMAZING AND LOVING GIRLFRIEND COMING OVER, NOT LIKE YOU CAN RELATE” sua yelled back and quickly got up to lock his door upon hearing footsteps make their way towards his room

“see you soon, babe” he kissed the camera making her roll her eyes, but y/n couldn’t stop the smile that crossed her lips

“see you soon”

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it was late, cold, and rainy: a perfect saturday night for some footy in auckland.

since sua was training from the early morning to the late night, they could only spend a little time together. y/n wasn’t bothered by it since she loved cuddling with him and watching tv, but sua wished they could explore together instead of having to leave her for his teammates.

y/n yawned as she entered the change room since sua had to leave earlier and tried to convince her to accompany him, but she refused in order to get more sleep. y/n looked around before quickly spotting her boyfriend who was talking with eliesa katoa. the older male saw her approaching which made sua turn around since eliesa was no longer looking at him and smiled once he saw that it was his girlfriend.

“hey” he kissed her instantly which caused teasing words to leave the mouths of his teammates, but sua just ignored them and focused on his girlfriend who wore a storm shirt over her hoodie

“you’re wearing mine, right?” y/n turned silently for him to see the ‘fa’alogo’ printed on the back

“good, gotta use to it since it’ll be yours soon” he leaned into kiss her again, but was stopped by his captain — harry grant

“going a bit quick, aye?”

sua shrugged before answering, “when we make it to the final rounds, imma propose”

sua has been clear about his goals and proposing to y/n after a big game ( that they would hopefully win ) has always been one of them. harry’s eyes widened and everyone turned towards sua in surprise.

“don’t say that” she whacked him making sua gasp

“babe, i gotta play soon”

“i didn’t even hit you hard!”

“yeah, it did! look! you even left a mark!”

“there’s nothing there!”

the couple bickered which made the other players chuckle, some reminiscing about their own relationships while others sighed in hopes of being in a playful relationship like there’s.

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throughout the sea of green, blue, and white was y/n in her purple poncho. the warrior fans were very admirable and y/n couldn’t help but find herself lost in the crowd and cheered for them too before sitting back down in shame. the other family members that had came in support laughed as she pulled down her hood.

sua wasn’t doing too bad, but he hadn’t scored yet and upon seeing his face as he went back onto the field filled her with worry about what craig bellamy could’ve said since going into halftime and being only six points up wasn’t exactly ideal for them. however, with marcelo montoya being sin-binned not far into the second half definitely seemed to boost their confidence.

y/n stood up from her seat and cheered loudly at seeing sua score. she bounced up and down, but stopped once she saw him slowly walk back while clutching his side.

“must’ve landed wrong” someone said and y/n hoped he didn’t get too hurt

the game progressed with dallin watene-zelezniak also getting sin-binned and joined marcelo montoya since he still had at least three minutes left before re-joining the field. xaiver scored not longer after dallin went off which put the storm up further, but when they came back on, it didn’t take marcelo long to score and y/n worried about the warriors coming back within the remaining few minutes. she’s aware that it can happen and silently prayed for a miracle to stop them.

she didn’t think the miracle would be her boyfriend.

“GO SUA!” y/n yelled out with her hands cupped around the side of her mouth as she watched him dodge the other players

thankfully, he scored like a normal person and didn’t come with a potential injury. she sighed in relief before clapping excitedly.

as sua walked back to join his teammates, he looked up at the camera and showed one of the names that he had written on his wrist tape — “y/n” it read with a heart which he kissed before pointing over at the stands. y/n smiled as the camera focused on her before quickly turning around to show that the shirt she’s wearing had his last name printed on it.

the warriors went for a short kick, but it didn’t end well for them and with the siren blaring in the back they knew it was over and that the storm won. y/n clapped for both teams before slowly making her way down to the change room

footsteps and chatter echoed through the hallway and the players were met with their families who were also waiting to congratulate them.

“good game, baby” sua leaned down to kiss her lightly before dropping into the chair next to her with a bottle of water in his hand

“your side okay?” she giggled lightly at the question and sua looked at her in disbelief

“babe! i was really hurt!”

“you shouldn’t have done that then”

“i practiced!”

“obviously not enough” he gasped in offensive and y/n just shook her head

it went silent between them, but it was far from being uncomfortable. y/n knew sua would be feeling tired yet somehow still energetic and exhilarated. she leaned her hooded head into his shoulder and it didn’t take long to feel the weight of his head on top of hers.

“thank for coming” he whispered

“anytime” she whispered back

#nrl #rugby #rugbyleague #storm #melbourne #melbourne storm #fa’alogo #faalogo #sualauvi fa'alogo #sualauvi faalogo #sua fa’alogo #sua faalogo #nz #new zealand #x reader #footy

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teecupangel · 2 years ago

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Anon from last night:

Nah, I was not the anon who asked about a kink with Basim*.

I would send in a fic prompt about top!Desmond and bottom!Ezio but I have no actual ideas atm, it’s just a concept in my brain, but if I think of something I’ll send it.

If I could send a gif to convey how I felt about your smutty!headcanons it would be a gif of the end of the Actual Cannibal Shia Labeouf Music video, when Shia give the one person standing ovation. *chefs kiss*. (I forgot to mention that altdes is also my ac otp last night). Everything that you put down I picked it up and was like ‘yes yes good’ and put it in my pocket like a shiny rock.

*ok, so like, to be honest (and adhd over shared mood activated), I haven’t played very many ac games. I’ve only completed ac1, and I played half of ac4 and then watched my brother beat it. I have watched other people play bits and pieces of other games, but I honestly know nothing about the newer games. That being said, I did in fact read your Desmond #destroys Basim fic and it was very very good, #goodsoup (why am I in an old memes mood today oof). I really liked how you did the whole Desmond (clone? Half?) and his Ancestors thing that was really good, and kinky and nice.

Mmm, one more thing before I go! Thanks for letting me know about the whole won’t post an ask if you ask thing, it’s really good to know! (I don’t….. need that for this ask, unless you just don’t feel like answering it🤣🤣🤣🤣).

Take your time with your prompt, nonny :)

Hahahaha, I'm glad you enjoy my headcanons. I had fun writing them.

Yeah, I can understand why some people don't play all the AC games. Honestly, AC wiki is a good site for summary (and TVTropes too).

Since we're sharing our AC games experience (long rant ahead), the first time I played Assassin's Creed was at my best friend's place and she just gave me the controller and told me to whack people with a broom as Ezio while... I think we were waiting for her printer to finish printing our report or something? I don't remember anymore, all I remember was my main idea of Assassin's Creed before was that I can whack guards with a broom that sounds like a freaking hammer. We were in college then and I was a pure 'JRPG' purist back then so I was really confused by what this game was supposed to be. I know it was related to Prince of Persia in some way and the only reason why I know about Prince of Persia back then was because I watched my brother play all the games on the PS2. How times have changed, hahaha. Anyway, it would be a couple of years before I even actually play AC1 and AC2, then half of AC Brotherhood before dropping it, only coming back like maybe 3 years ago to play the entirety of Syndicate and its DLCs because my childhood friend suggested I would love the Victorian-era setting (I did) and I've been buying AC games either 2nd hand or when it goes super cheap in PSN as they've been part of my backlog since my best friend was a huge fan (she stopped playing after AC3 though XD) so I have all of them just gathering (digital) dust. The truth is, I finished AC Brotherhood to Valhalla only like... last year. From September last year to January this year, in fact. While it's never too late to play the other games, I'm not going to tell you to play them if you don't have the time or if there are any games that you want to play more. I do believe that if you can't play a game, watching let's play (with or without commentary) is an okay alternative and sometimes you can let it play while maybe grinding on the game you're currently playing. (just, FYI, all of the AC games except AC1 are available for free if you are subscribed to PS+... I think the 2nd tier at least? Ezio's Trilogy to Valhalla is free in PS+ as far as I know.)

Anyway, back to the Basim fic. Thank you! I really enjoyed writing about Desmond (considering the narration calls the ancestors 'shades', I think it's okay to call him Desmond's shade as well) and his questionable relationship with the other shades.

No problem! And I like answering asks so, yeah, I'm posting this hahahaha

#ask and answer #my best friend actually told me that i gave her ac revelations as a present #and i don't remember doing that at all #but it sounds like me to buy games as presents so it probably happened #i do remember staying in the line with her to get her preorder of watch_dog #and hearing her rant about it for a few days #good times #i don't know if anyone wants to hear about how altaïr became my blorbo when i played his games years ago so i cut that one out #if anyone wants to hear it ask me i guess?

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nazuna-tunnel-vision · 2 years ago

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hello this is the same anon!! this won't be nearly as long as my first ask LOL i just wanted to respond to some stuff in your reply!! i genuinely rly enjoy this kind of conversation and being able to have it in a respectful and nuanced way is very fun and enjoyable

your guess on my probable reaction to people he/him-ing characters i use she/her for is essentially correct! it's mostly for characters like ibara or mayoi where i refer to them with she/her pronouns basically all of the time. there's a bit of initial disorientation due to it taking me an extra moment to process who the pronouns are in referral to, but once that passes i'm usually able to just,, accept it and move on. it probably also helps that i write fic and tend to adhere a bit more to what's considered canon regarding pronouns when i do those; so while she/her ARE the pronoun set i prefer to use when referring to ibara or mayoi, i have and will probably continue to write fic where i use he/him. in that specific case it's because i want to make the fic more legible for people that might not share those headcanons with me (which isn't to say that i won't write fic where i do otherwise! just that i'm open to using different pronouns to better fit different contexts in which the character is being presented/discussed).

for a lot of other characters i also tend to have unfixed/multiple interpretations of what their gender might be or how i view it, which means i don't necessarily experience any gender/pronoun disorientation because they already exist in multiple ways in my head. (ie. i'm a big fan of they/them nagisa, but i usually refer to nagisa with he/him in fics/tumblr posts and also won't flinch at someone using she/her pronouns because they/them agender nagisa isn't the only version of nagisa's gender that exists in my head. i hope that makes sense i realize it might be a bit strange)

and, to be honest, i won't claim there aren't characters where i do have that same sort of discomfort to she/her pronouns - natsume and mao are big ones, since i so heavily relate to and headcanon those characters as transmasc that it weirdly feels more personal to see them be gendered differently. i think for myself, though, i can recognize that this person's interpretation of the character is just different from my own and there's nothing inherently wrong with either, just that it's not to my tastes for the reasons i have. and then i move on

i don't know if there's really a best answer to any of this discourse particularly since most (i'd argue maybe close to all?) trans headcanons do, as you say, stem from enthusiasm for the character and usually some level of personal engagement with gender/expression. that makes it a lot more personal and less clear-cut than if it were something else, yknow? it's good to have these discussions tho and this one's been really respectful and whatnot. hope ur having a good day and thank u again for reading my ask/responding so respectfully !

thank you again for the reply anon!!

it's pretty reassuring to know that you also feel that disorientation. like oh maybe it really is just a normal reaction phew, phew.

what you said about characters like nagisa is pretty interesting too. maybe the secret to get whacked in the face less is to already have different gender interpretations of the characters pre-loaded in your head?? 🤔 then when you see a certain pronoun you can just go "ohh we're doing he/him nagisa now? okay" then you pluck out your they/them nagisa lens and put the he/him nagisa lens on. or flick the switch to change to the he/him nagisa setting in your head.

that would certainly explain why i experience so much of the disorientation, because my she/her lens of most characters simply doesn't even exist at all, so i can't switch to them. it's hard to be immediately accepting of new interpretations when you never even thought of them to begin with. plus, pronouns don't really come pre-loaded with backstory to ease you into the character setting.

that said, pre-loading all these interpretations would take a lot of time and effort so it'll be impossible to apply this to the like. 50+ characters in the cast. but it does sound like something i can act on on my part to ease the discomfort i feel.

thank you again for the respectful discussion!! i really appreciate how you took the time to explain your perspective and replied my questions in good faith. i hope you have a good day too!

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wanderinglotus7 · 5 months ago

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WAITING Season

Hello friends, it seems like forever since I actually posted something on here other than some photos and videos of a few trips I've taken. Your girl has been struggling, even drowning. Yet, I'm still standing! My physical health has been my greatest enemy lately. Without retelling my whole journey- because that gets exhausting- I have updates. So, back in 2022 I was diagnosed with PCOS and most of my symptoms stem from hormonal imbalances. From there I had many lab tests conducted and a few of them repeated which sucked. However, I'm happy that Dr. S was being cautious and doing everything she could before any major decisions would have to be made. At the beginning of 2024, I found out that my body is overproducing the stress hormone cortisol. Late March, a MRI scan revealed that I have a tiny noncancerous tumor located on my pituitary gland (located in the center of my brain). This tumor pressing on this gland is the root cause of my body overproducing the cortisol and throwing my body out of whack. The remedy is surgery. June 7th I met with a pituitary gland specialist doctor and surgeon. Along with PCOS, I was diagnosed with Cushings Disease which is related to the cortisol. They both said that if the surgery is successful all of my symptoms should go away for good. Thank you Jesus! Before I can schedule the actual surgery, I have to get a vision exam (June 27th) and a CT scan (July 1st). Each person is different but the recovery process should take about 3 months.

This is a sucky way of getting an extended vacation from work. A sucky way of escaping from Boston for awhile. I keep reminding myself and telling others that I'm bless to have health insurance to help with my medical expenses. I'm bless that all my specialty care (with the PCOS clinic & Pituitary Gland clinic) is under the same medical system-Beth Israel which I'm an employee at BIDMC. Nobody wants a tumor, but I'm bless that it's small & isn't cancer. I'm bless that I'm young because I can probably recover better compared to someone of an older age. I'm just BLESSED!!!!! Also, I've been receiving lots of support from the Adelante & CVPR team once I decided to share my story with some folks from work. My supervisor Cynthia has been really supportive, and I think I even made her cry one day when I was giving her updates on my appointments (sorry). On the other hand, I've had mixed reactions from family & friends that are aware of my situation. Another reminder that I'm really out here in Boston by myself. Not only that but this situation has shown me people's true colors. I don't need people in my life who disappear and go silent on me when I need them the most. Time to say Good-bye to those people. I don't need energy leeches in my life.

Going away to SC & VA gave me the space I needed to accept the fact I have PCOS & a tumor. Honestly, I've been numb about this whole reality and just coasting emotionally because I'm still trying to process my emotions and getting frustrated with people keep asking me how I'm feeling. I can't provide a answer if I don't have a answer for myself. The funny thing is about a week or two weeks before SC, I had a total mental breakdown over everything that's going on in my life. Caroline really came thru that day! I'm bless to have her as a friend. It was nice to have someone genuinely listen to me in that moment and didn't ask anything from me which is completely new and foreign to me. There is a reason why God places certain people into our lives at a particular time. I felt so much better after our conversation. That conversation has helped me have some tough conversations with some people and in combination with a writing prompt from my poetry class. I can identify those who make up my village and are truly my friends.

WHAT IS HOME? I'm still trying to figure out what home means to me and what home looks like. I mentioned this to my Grandmother, and what she shared with me finally clicked. Home is where you feel loved. Ding dong this is why Boston doesn't feel like home. Yes, I have a support system here, but it's not the type of love I'm searching for myself. Boston isn't conducive to the future I envision and pray for myself. Like Bobbie said to me this morning, "I'm trying to find where I belong". In my heart, I know I don't belong in Boston or even in MA. I belong somewhere else and that somewhere maybe in NC or somewhere else (who knows). I love my family, but I know Gloucester isn't my forever either though Gloucester, like Thailand, will always have a special place in my heart.

Boston has really tested my strength & patience. 8/7/24 will be 4 years since I moved here from Gloucester. I might be here for another two years because I'm determined to earn my LICSW which I can start preparing for the clinical exam next year. So, I should earn my license in 2026. From there, I can go anywhere! Boston has given me the opportunity to achieve my academic dreams/goals. Because of Boston College my first internship with Amirah open the door for me to be working with Adelante. Adelante has been my gateway into my involvement within the Anti-Human Trafficking movement. However working for BIDMC makes it feel like I'm working two jobs instead of one. I'm a social work advocate with Adelante. I'm a clinical social worker/advocate for the Center for Violence Prevention & Recovery. One side of my job shows me what I like about my job (Adelante). The other side of my job shows me what I don't like about my job (CVPR). Hopefully during my recovery time, God will provide me with the answers I'm looking for related to my career after I earn my LICSW. I still would like a hybrid work model, do counseling & advocacy, but not work in a medical center and not be On-call. In an ideal world, I would like to have a manageable work/life balance where I can work in a bookstore and on the side either be a counselor for those 13 to 25 years-old or be a supervisor/mentor for young professionals in the social work field.

In the bigger picture, I’m ready for a change in scenery. I’m ready to live in my own apartment or live in my first little starter home like a two bedroom. I’m sick of living with roommates. I’m tired of feeling like I’m living on top of other people. I’m tired of living in such a crowded space. I want my personal space back! I want to be able to either sit on my front porch or in my backyard without feeling like my space is being intruded on or cannot enjoy the peace & quiet. I want to be closer to nature without having to live in the middle of nowhere. I want a good combination between the city and country life but not live in the suburbs. At 27, I’m ready to settle down. I’m ready to enjoy a slower pace of life. The freedom to enjoy my cup of tea, reading & writing, maintain a career while enjoying being a wife & mother.

I told myself before 2023 ended, I’m going to invest more into myself from my physical health to my emotional health to my creative life. I slacked a bit between April and May, but I’ve been able to lose some weight. I’m 5lbs away from my summer goal. I had a few hiccups but I’ve found peace with my relationship/breakup with my ex and my mental health is at baseline (no panic attacks). These poetry workshops I’m attending have been therapeutic and are a nice distraction from my world. A healthy avenue to channel my art and release any stress in my life. Also, I’m learning and gaining so much skills to improve as a writer and a poet. It was a disguised blessing that Mariposa didn’t become a finalist in the Button Poetry chapbook contest, but it was for the best. I realized I wasn’t truly finished writing my story until I released that piece of myself that was holding on to Erik. I’m proud of myself for setting and being firm with my boundaries in all aspects of my life!

My path may look a little different now, but the destination remains and looks the same. I’m still going to Jamaica next July (2025). I’m looking forward to attending Caroline’s wedding. In honor of my Granddaddy, I’m getting a Bluejay tattoo because he has been my protector since he passed away. I’m looking forward to publishing Mariposa. I’m emotionally prepared to enter my next relationship. I’m still growing my relationship with God and doing my best to live like Christ. I’m taking control over my life!

#pcosjourney #personal growth #creativity #writers and poets #black poets matter #patience #slow living #soft girl era #community #love

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aleburton · 9 months ago

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Alex narrowed her eyes as Ryan plucked her hand from the mixing console, examining the twinkling diamond adorning her ring finger. It seemed as though he questioned its authenticity. The stone itself was undoubtedly real, all six flawless carats nestled in a gold band that partially overwhelmed her delicate hand, but the promise it represented was open to doubt. She withdrew her hand, feeling uncharacteristically bashful as she concealed it against the red knit fabric of her skirt. Ryan didn’t hesitate to answer her question truthfully, offering a concise description of Zach’s interactions with her fiancé over the past three weeks. Somehow, she had anticipated his response. It was unrealistic of her to assume that Zach had miraculously come to terms with her engagement, fully accepting Andrew as his permanent replacement in her life. Still, his response was better than expected, mindful of the times Zach had outright refused to entertain the idea of her with anyone else, and occasionally even resorting to violence to prove his point. She hadn’t been much better herself. It wasn’t uncommon for Zach’s female friends to challenge her position, openly flirting with him to test the strength of their relationship and vie for his favor. She had been so aggressive back then, willing to do whatever it took to assert her ownership of him, even if it meant resorting to drastic measures like snatching a woven extension from someone’s head. Now, she felt like an entirely different person, repulsed by her own past behavior.

Zach returned to the open studio moments later, pausing as he realized he might be intruding on a private conversation likely about him. Alex glanced over at him, her lips forming a muted smile. Before she could respond, Ryan took it upon himself to confess immediately. She shook her head, trying to convey her innocence in the situation. This was precisely why neither Eden nor Zach had confided in him upon their reunion. He had a habit of spilling secrets and adding his own embellishments for dramatic effect. “And I wonder why you were the last to know about this, Ry. You’re such a blabbermouth,” she chided, folding her arms neatly across her chest. She had inadvertently hidden her ring, tucking it beneath her arm for safekeeping, realizing that its presence seemed to make everyone uncomfortably conscious, casting a shadow over their good mood. When Zach asked for their feedback, Alex found herself at a loss. She had none, except maybe a cautionary remark about Ryan and his self-proclaimed magical hands. Ryan seized the opportunity, delivering a disconnected criticism about Zach’s facial hair rather than anything related to music or his whack vibes. Alex couldn’t hold back her laughter any longer. It had been so long since she laughed this hard, feeling the muscles in her stomach tighten with each giggle. In that moment, she truly began to grasp how much she missed them and the good times they shared together.

Her laughter faded as Andrew reentered the studio, his gaze fixed on his cell phone screen, an expression of distress etched on his face. He quickly apologized to her, explaining his need to tend to Angelo King. Alex looked up at him, her features softening as she understood the urgency of his situation. Perhaps a typical response would have been to feel upset with him. His work crises were becoming more frequent, encroaching on the time they would have otherwise spent together, relishing their new engagement. She missed him deeply when he was away. Alex felt a sense of relief, however, knowing that she could postpone making a decision about a home in Los Angeles. She could continue existing in this state of limbo, her safe haven still nearly 2,500 miles away. It also meant she had earned additional time with her friends, something her heart desperately needed. Andrew reached out his hand, guiding her to her feet and leading them to a corner of the studio. Music began to play through the speakers, enveloping them in a cocoon of privacy. “Please don’t be angry with me. I know we had plans tonight, and I promise I'll make it up to you. Whatever you want,” he practically pleaded, lifting her hand to his lips to plant a soft kiss against her knuckles. She conceded with a shrug, “It’s fine. I’m sure I’ll find something to occupy my time.” Andrew tilted his head, as if searching for any lingering doubts she might have had. “Seriously,” she pressed on, her tone firm. “I just hope however you’re planning to do in order to make it up to me is really fucking good.”

She pondered what gesture he might make to make amends. Flowers, candy, jewelry, sex, maybe even a new pair of Christian Louboutin heels. When guilt gnawed at him, he tended to be excessively generous. Alex had shown remarkable patience throughout this ordeal, and he would always be grateful for her understanding. There was truly nothing he wouldn’t do for her, except say no to Angelo King. Andrew chuckled, nodding toward Zach as he lounged on the couch. “You should have him play some of the new album for you. Pick out the songs you like, and we can compare. Let’s see how good your ear is.” Her gaze followed his gesture, settling on Zach as he conversed with Ryan about who knew what. “They’ve been in here for hours. He probably wants to get home to Kylie,” she deflected. There was nothing she wanted more than to dedicate her time to listening to music inspired by her, detailing how she had shattered his heart and pushed him to the edge. Even better, she relished the idea of being assigned the task of reporting back her impressions, selecting the songs that were the least painful to endure. “I’m sure Kylie knows the deal. Listen, I’ve got to run. I love you. I’ll call you as soon as I’m done,” Andrew said, lifting his hand in farewell to both Zach and Ryan. As he left, he planted a kiss on Alex’s cheek, once again leaving her alone in the room with them. She turned to Zach with a wry smile. “How funny that he’s the one hand-delivering me to my own personal hell,” she quipped. “No offense to you personally, but all the offense to your album. I guess this is what I get for telling a lie.”

Ryan watched Alex with fondness; the poised, alert way in which she held herself, the tip of her chin and the fleeting nature of her gaze, all so alien to the world they lived in. Too many big personalities and bold gestures and loud, loud, loud. He was a perpetrator himself, but even he could admit the intensity was wont to grow tiresome. He had thrived in their quiet chaos the past few weeks. He had missed his best friend, he’d missed making music with his most inspiring creative partner, and he’d missed the feeling of true excitement for something unknown. And now, watching Alex's delicate hands meddle with controls she couldn’t put a name to, he realized just how much he had missed her, too. Their old lives needed to be put to rest, and he was glad they had, but there were elements he quietly yearned for. He might’ve been wise to be warier; it was clear as day Zach did not feel strictly platonic toward her. He evolved the moment she entered into any room; spine straighter, eyes keener, every nerve ending alight. But he was so much better than he used to be - didn’t he, didn’t they all, owe it to Zach to give him a chance?

Perhaps Ryan was kidding himself. Or perhaps he, too, craved a little excitement. He liked watching them flirt while pretending they weren’t flirting; it gave him a small thrill. Ale turned to him, complaining she couldn’t partake in his joke, that bastardizing a thing as beautiful as Zach’s voice wasn’t in her nature. He sang on, and Ryan adjusted the controls to bring him back to naturality, allowing the velveteen vocals to swathe the dimly lit room. He regretted how soon he knew he’d have to leave. Zach, on the other hand, threw his hands up as Alex’s voice melted over the intercom, eyes creasing with laughter as it dawned on him what Ryan had done. He held a finger up to the window, ignorant to the conversation taking place outside. Ryan picked up Alex’s delicate, small hand rather carelessly, pushing her ring finger up from the underside to inspect the oversized jewel. “Hmm,” he offered, eyes darting to Zach as he prepared to re-enter the room. He let her hand go. “If you want the long answer, text me later. If you want the short one, it’s a little weird, yeah. Sometimes it’s not. Sometimes it’s good, but then it’s like Zach remembers all over again, and he makes it weird with those ‘I want to throttle you’ vibes-”

The woody, musky scent of the lone burning candle swaddled the room in a dense energy as Zach re-entered. His anticipation to be around Alex sent gooseflesh shooting up his exposed arms, hairs standing on end when their eyes met, and his joke caught in his throat as he recognized the familiar signs of having interrupted something. He stopped in his tracks, eyes narrowing as he leaned a shoulder up against the doorframe of the sound booth. “What?” he asked pointedly. Ryan beamed, shrugging. “Just making you sound beautiful out here.” He looked at Alex. “Oh, and talking shit about your completely whack vibes.” Zach found himself teetering between taking him seriously and letting it go, and inhaling deeply, he chose the latter, breaking into a toothy smile and wandering over to the couch. “I’m open to feedback,” he drawled, lackadaisical and over-confident. He landed on the cushions in a sprawl, knees spread. His gaze cut sharply to meet Alex’s. “Have at it.” Ryan’s mouth formed an upturned-U shape in surprise, eyebrows jumping. “Well, number one, why did you never experiment with growing your beard out in rehab? It was the perfect opp-”

The door swung open again, Drew permeating the space with a sharpness. Zach, occasionally relenting to familiarity with the man with time and emotional repression, found himself back at square one with the two of them in the same room: incapable of relaxing. He came forward from his lazy stance, balancing his elbows on his knees and resting his chin in his fist as Drew began to apologize to Alex. “I’m sorry, Ale, something’s come up with Angelo.” He seemed to cringe, painfully aware of his own recent absence in their relationship. Zach watched silently. With two of his biggest artists in full swing, he’d barely stepped foot in New York since the VMAs. Zach recalled, with a start, that they were planning on finding a permanent spot in LA for that very reason - perhaps that was the reason for Alex’s visit.

“I have a feeling it’s about to take up the rest of my day, I don’t even know if I'll be able to make dinner.” He collected her from her seat and began talking quietly so Zach couldn’t hear, right at the exact moment Ryan found it appropriate to run back an earlier take of a different song to drown out the sound of their conversation. Zach wasn’t sure if he was irritated by the intrusion or relieved for it. Ryan stalked across the room and leaned on the arm of the sofa. “I gotta bounce, too. Is this gonna be a whole thing?” he asked, hushed. Zach eyed him coarsely. “Meaning?” Ryan rolled his eyes and leaned in further. “Like, is it about to get complicated if you’re left alone together?” Zach held his eyes sternly for a few moments, then a conservative smile flickered across his face. “I got it.” Ryan patted him on the shoulder. “Don’t fuck up.” And Zach gave a sarcastic thumbs-up as Drew turned to say his goodbyes to them.

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judeswhore · 3 years ago

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never have i ever - mason mount

in which an innocent game of never have i ever turns sour and mason just has to prove himself

the long awaited smut fic,,, i’m so sorry this took so long, the start was written but i just couldn’t finish the rest and i feel like this doesn’t live up to how much i made u all wait but anyway HERE WE ARE,,,, smut reqs are still closed so pls don’t send any in but enjoy ;)

warnings: 18+, smut, swearing, dirty talk, fingering, oral (f) receiving, semi?public sex, unprotected sex

“You all know the rules right?” Ben lounged back in his chair, bottle in hand after he’d just finished filling everyone’s cups with vodka and their mixer of choice. He let his gaze sweep the other five of you, you, Mason, Kai, Sophia and Ben’s girlfriend, Ella, and a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.

The six of you were on somewhat of a couples retreat in Greece and as it was nearing your last few nights away you’d decided to spend the evening in the comfort of your own private beach villa instead of hitting the clubs like you’d done for the past week. Ben, like the child he was, had suggested you all play beer related games, something he claimed wholeheartedly you just had to do since he’d missed out on playing them when he didn’t attend uni, and so you’d already been through beer pong and two rounds of suck and blow.

“Ben, we’ve all played Never Have I Ever before.” You rolled your eyes and snatched the bottle from him so you could add an extra dash of vodka to your cup. Mason raised his eyebrows from his seat opposite you but you just flashed him a smile, settling back in your seat.

Kai’s hand shot into the air. “I haven’t.”

“Yes you have, idiot, we played it on the plane back after the Super Cup.” Mason whacked the back of Kai’s hand to get him to lower it and Sophia grimaced in her boyfriend’s direction.

“You play games like that after matches?” Ben was the one who answered, shrugging his shoulders while watching her over the rim of his cup.

“Passes the time,” Ella was sitting on the arm of his chair and he wrapped his arm around her waist and tugged her into his lap before continuing, his chin propped against her shoulder. “Anyway, someone says something they’ve never done before and if you’ve done it you drink, if you haven’t you don’t. Easy. Who’s going first?”

"Me," Ella shuffled in Ben's lap, swirling the liquid in her cup as she thought of her question, smirk rising on her lips and you knew immediately whatever she was going to ask was going to make for some very interesting conversations. "Never Have I Ever been to a strip club."

Your eyes instantly darted to Mason's and you shared an amused look before both drinking from the cup, your boyfriend shaking his head slightly at the giggle he knew you were trying to suppress. Kai and Ben awkwardly sipped from their cups, Ella and Sophia both raising their eyebrows in questioning manners.

“It was like one time.” Ben tried to argue which brought a scoff from Kai.

“Was not! You’ve been tonnes of times.”

“Oh and you haven’t?”

“No, I’ve only ever been because of stag do’s and stuff.” Kai was definitely trying to convince Sophia who just shook her head at him, cup jolting in his direction.

“Disgusting.” Her gaze suddenly slid to you and she looked a lot more interested in your answer than she did her own boyfriend’s. She propped her chin up on her fist. “You drank.”

“Me and Mase went together.” Your answer was nonchalant, the fact not that big of a deal but your friends gazes snapped between the two of you, all of them looking baffled.

“You went to a strip club together?” Ella echoed and you gave a little nod, peering down at the alcohol in your cup.

“We were drunk and thought it would be funny.” You sent Mason a playful pout that had him grinning softly. “Mason wouldn’t let me throw my money on the girls though.”

“That’s because you tried to throw all your money at them.”

“They were really good!” You let a little giggle slip and Mason shook his head, amusement clear in his eyes as you both remembered getting asked to leave the bar because your hollering was distracting the regulars. Ben pulled a face and waved his finger between the two of you.

“You’re both incredibly weird for that.”

You made it successfully through a bunch of questions, each one becoming more inappropriate than the last. You’d found out Ben was a sucker for skinny dipping, Ella had had more one night stands than she had fingers, Kai and Sophia weren’t ones to say no to public sex and Mason thought your arse was better than your boobs (something you’d already been well aware of). It had been going relatively smoothly, the only hiccup being Ella threatening to suffocate Ben if he ever thought about having a threesome, but Kai’s latest question put an end to that.

"Never Have I Ever had sex on the beach." You and Ben were the only one's to drink at that and you both shared a look, a laugh bubbling in your chest as you quickly shook your head.

"Not together!"

"I don't actually remember doing it, I just remember having sand everywhere the next morning." You snorted at this, more than amused at the thought of Ben trying it figure out how exactly sand got there. "What about you? Because Mase didn't drink." He pointed at you with his cup and you shrugged your shoulders.

"It was with my ex, we were on holiday and it seemed like a good idea." Ella leant forward and whacked your shoulder.

"Look at you go! I'd be way too scared someone would see us." You grinned a little and shook your head.

"It was like 2AM no one was around." You turned your head and caught Mason's eye, his brows drawn together in a frown, lips tugged down slightly.

"Looks like someone's given Y/N a better time than you, Mason. You're slacking." Mason's frown turned into a glare as he turned to Ben, clearly not happy with the teasing at all and you punched your friends shoulder at his words.

"Stop being ridiculous."

"I'm joking, Jesus, woman." He rubbed his arm as you turned back to face Mason but he'd taken to avoiding your gaze, opting instead to stare out at the ocean and it settled an uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach. You knew Mason well enough to know he was upset but you weren't quite sure over what, the fact you'd had sex with someone on the beach who wasn't him, or Ben's jab, both of which really were ridiculous.

"Okay, Never Have I Ever worn my partner's underwear."

It was 2AM by the time everyone decided to call it a night, Ella and Ben, both tipsy and giggling, rushing off to their room with Ben's hands already starting to wander. Kai and Sophia muttered their own good nights before disappearing inside and then you and Mason were left alone, the latter staring blankly out towards the sea. You downed the last bit of vodka in your cup and then pushed yourself up, a half smile curling at your lips.

"You wanna go for a walk or something? I'm not really tired, we could go in the-"

"Was it good?" Mason interrupted you, voice low and somehow lacking that usual happy edge he always had. That and his question made you frown as he turned his head and met your gaze, an odd look on his face.

"Was what good?"

"The sex with your ex boyfriend."

"Why are you asking me that?"

"Well you seem to have some pretty happy memories of it." He took a swig from his cup, dark eyes on yours over the rim, a certain look in them that made your tummy flutter.

"It was just sex, Mason, and I don't tend to spend my time thinking about it now." Your boyfriend suddenly stood from his seat and made his way over to you, fingers reaching out to brush your hair behind your ear. He slowly dragged the tip of his pointer over your jaw, eyes following his own movements.

"Did he make you cum?" He leant in, lips hovering over your ear and you swallowed harshly, a hazy buzz filling your head. "Did he fuck you so good that his name was the only one you remembered? Until those pretty legs of yours shook but you were still begging him for more?" You dragged in a shaky breath, head turning to tilt into his hand, eyes falling closed. Mason clicked his tongue when you didn't answer and gripped your chin between his fingers, tilting your head back so you opened your eyes again and met his gaze. "Well?"

"No."

"No?" Mason cocked his head to the side, thumb tugging your bottom lip down slightly before he let it spring back into place. You shook your head, mesmerised by the look on Mason's face, a look you were certain you'd never seen before. "Hm, well, there's a perfectly good beach over there how about you let me make up for what he didn't do?" His lips ghosted over your cheek. "Let me fuck you so everyone on this island knows exactly who's better."

Mason had stolen a blanket from inside the villa and had settled it down on the sand when he'd found the perfect spot, hidden behind sand dunes in order to keep the both of you from being seen. He'd kept whispering in your ear as he led you down the beach, crude words and statements that had your cheeks flushing and your tummy fluttering, an overwhelming ache for him settling between your thighs. You knew somewhere in the back of your mind that having sex with Mason in such a public place wasn't the best idea but you'd caught sight of the tent in his shorts and that wicked gleam in his eye and you knew you wanted him to ruin you right in that moment.

You were kissing him before he'd even settled you completely on the blanket, one of his hands against the small of your back, the other pressed against the fabric as he lowered you down. Your fingers slid into his hair and you pulled him completely against you, your legs bending at the knee to trap him between them. The second he brushed his tongue over yours you bucked your hips against him but Mason was quick in gripping your hip, fingers pressing you down.

"We're doing this my way, sweetheart, so be a good girl and stay still."

"But-"

"Y/N." His voice was a warning and so was the look he sent you, eyes dark with lust. With one hand he undid the ties of your bikini around your neck and in the centre of your back, tossing the material to the side and letting his gaze soak in the view of your boobs. He swiped his tongue along his bottom lip and then bent his head to kiss your bare skin, teeth teasingly grazing your nipples.

"Tell me what he did." Mason spoke the words against the skin between the valley of your breasts, lips brushing the sensitive flesh there as he moved down along your body. You frowned at his words, breath hitching when he stopped between your thighs and blew cool air against the wet patch in the centre of your bottoms. When you didn't answer, your mind short circuiting at the way his nose bumped your clit, Mason hummed softly. "Did he make you cum with his tongue, Y/N?"

At that he flattened his tongue over the fabric and even that made you jolt, your thighs closing but his hands got there first, palms flat so he could keep them open. You let out a whine, so pathetic that you felt embarrassed especially when Mason gave a little laugh. "Not enough for you?"

"Take them off," He looked up at you from beneath his lashes, eyebrow arching as he pulled his lips away from you, your hips lifting to chase his mouth but once again Mason pressed you into the blanket. "Please, Mason."

"Did he have you begging this early on?"

"Why are you asking about him? What he did doesn't matter." You gasped when Mason bit lightly into the soft flesh of your thigh, tongue soothing over the ache.

"It matters to me." He trailed his tongue along the edge of your bikini bottoms as he hooked his fingers around them and tugged them down, leaving you to kick them off one ankle. "It matters to me because every time you think about the beach I want you to remember how I ruined you, not how mediocre your sex life was with him." He left a line of kisses over your thigh, arms wrapping around them to keep you in place and then pressed the soft of kisses against your clit.

Your fingers slotted through his hair and you tugged at the first swirl of his tongue, your head falling to the side. Mason was and always had been incredible with his tongue, his mouth and lips working wonders on you until you were cumming, hips bucking wildly against him as you fought for composure. Tonight was no different, his pace was fast and sloppy from the get go, tongue flicking over your clit as his name trickled from your lips like a prayer. The harsh yanks at his hair only spurred him on, soft grunts of pain falling from his mouth and vibrating against you, your back arching off the blanket in response. His tongue travelled lower, teasing your entrance and the moan you let out when his nose bumped your clit had you covering your mouth with the palm of your hand.

Mason pulled away with a quiet tut, his fingers reaching up to pull your hand away and guide it back to his hair. "I told you I wanted everyone on this island to know I was fucking you. I wanna hear those pretty moans, angel." You sucked in a breath that turned into a loud whine when Mason pushed two of his fingers into you, his mouth returning to your clit. His fingers moved in and out of you quickly, slick from how wet you were and the noises they made were too loud to even be drowned out by the waves crashing further alone the beach.

He curled his fingers, lips sucking around your clit as took his hand from your thigh to rest it over your stomach instead. The pressure he applied made your head spin and you clenched around his fingers, attempting to roll your hips against him. You could feel your orgasm rushing towards you, your moans becoming louder and more whiny with each flick of Mason's tongue and twist of his fingers.

"Mase, fuck, I'm gonna-" Mason stopped abruptly, mouth and fingers leaving you and you were shocked by the cold air that suddenly surrounded you, glaring at your boyfriend as you pushed up on to your elbows. "What the fuck?"

"You cum on my cock, sweetheart, not my fingers." You frowned even more, not at all happy that he'd denied you of an orgasm but when he started shuffling out of his shorts all disappointment flew out of the window. You reached to wrap your fingers around him, always eager to feel the heavy weight of him on your tongue but Mason shook his head, hips pulling away from you. "No touching."

"Mason."

"Y/N." He copied your tone and you wanted to kick him for being such a dick, your lips starting to form a pout. "Looking at me like that won't get you anything." He slowly stroked himself, thumb teasing his tip, eyes flitting across your body as though he didn't quite know where he wanted to look.

"I thought you wanted to fuck me better than Ollie." The name drop made Mason's eyebrows draw together, his hand halting and you lifted your hips slightly in front of him. "To do that you actually have to fuck me."

"What have I told you about being a brat?"

"I'm not being a brat. You said you were gonna make sure you were the only person I thought about when someone mentioned the beach, you haven't achieved that yet." He had, he'd done it simply by looking at you on the beach. You were baiting him, taunting him to make him fuck you that little bit harder and you knew it had worked when Mason narrowed his eyes.

"Oh really?" You nodded your head and bent your legs, opening your thighs further, Mason swallowing thickly when he got a glance of how wet you were for him. "Looks like I've achieved it pretty fine if I'm being honest," He gripped your thighs and pulled your closer, head of his cock running teasingly through your folds. "But I'll let you keep pretending, we both know I won this the second I kissed you."

He shifted his hips, fingers guiding his cock and then pushed forward, burying himself completely into you in one thrust, your mouth dropping open on a silent moan. Mason settled himself over you, both arms beside your head and watched the look of pleasure that flooded your face, your cheeks turning that rosy pink he adored so much. He stayed seated inside of you for a few moments and helped you to hitch one leg around his hip the movement making him feel even deeper.

“Not so mouthy anymore are we, sweetheart?” You ignored him, opting instead to wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in for a kiss, lips slotting messily over his as he pulled out and pushed back in, hips finding a slow, deep rhythm. Your nails dug into his scalp and you pulled his hair, tugging his bottom lip between your teeth.

“You said you were gonna fuck me.” You whispered, lashes fluttering when he angled his hips slightly and hit a spot that made your body tingle. He was being too slow, not filling you completely and you needed more of him. He’d promised to ruin you and you’d beg until he did.

“I said I was gonna ruin you, I never said how.”

“Stop teasing and do it properly.” Mason’s thrusts came to a stop, just his tip inside of you and he pushed you back down when you tried to fuck yourself up against him.

“Tell me what you want then. With your words.” You turned your head, lips brushing his earlobe and you revelled in the way he shivered against you, composure slipping a little as he pushed his cock further into you.

“I want you to fuck me until I don’t even remember my own name. I’m begging you, Mason. Fuck me the way he didn’t.” Your head fell back against the blanket and you watched Mason’s adam’s apple bob, his tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip. He let out a breath that fanned your cheek and then shifted, hands against your legs so he could settle the backs of them against his shoulders, his cock once again filling you completely.

“Always so desperate.” He hummed, his own voice strained from how tight and wet you felt around him. He took your hands and slipped his fingers through yours, pinning them beside your head and using them for leverage, his hips snapping back and forth at a pace that made your head spin. The new angle had him so deep inside of you it was hard to concentrate on anything apart from the fact you were one hundred percent sure you could feel him in your tummy.

You squeezed his fingers, eyes meeting his as he fucked you harder and faster than he’d ever done before, the sound of his skin slapping against yours mixing with your moans and overpowering the sound of the ocean. Mason never once shifted his gaze from yours, dark eyes locked on you as he drank in every sound you made and stored it away in his mental box of “favourite things about Y/N”. He filled you so completely, the feel of him against your inner walls as he stretched you out lost definitely one of the best things you’d ever felt.

Mason kept your hands pinned beside your head, his thrusts never once relenting, cock pulling out almost completely before he was slamming back in, you back trying to arch despite the awkward position. You were dripping, you could feel it and so could Mason, his own moans like music to your ears as he took in just how amazing you felt wrapped around him. You both knew sex with someone else would never compare to what you had. You deliberately clenched around him and he hissed, giving an extra hard thrust in response at made your entire body jolt along the blanket.

“Mase,” The sound of his name falling from your lips in that way made Mason’s cock twitch and he had to hold his breath as he fought not to cum before you. He knew you were close, he could feel it in the way your pussy clamped around him and the sound of your moans as the go filthier and more high pitched.

“Need me to make you cum?”

“Please.”

“Beg.” His voice was teasing, a smirk tugging the side of his mouth as you whined and shook your head. “Beg me and I’ll think about it.” You bit back a moan when his cock hit a specific spot inside of you. You were hanging on the edge, almost there but not quite and you needed Mason’s fingers on your clit, you needed him to help.

“Please, Mason, make me cum. Touch me, please, anything, just- I’m so fucking close.” The desperation in your voice and the look on your face was enough for Mason to take pity on you and he carefully dropped your legs from his shoulders and untangled your hands. He shifted slightly so he could bring his thumb to your clit and he wasted no time in rubbing circles against it, his cock slipping in and out of you in fast motions.

With one hand you gripped his arm, nails digging into his skin, your other scrambling for purchase in the sand, you back finally free to arch of the ground. It only took a few moments and then your orgasm hit you, your moans and whimpers of Mason’s name filling the almost silent air around you as your legs tried to close around Mason. His pace never faltered as he pushed you through it and his thumb kept up its teasing flicks over your clit, his jaw clenching tight as he fought off his own orgasm until he’d completely fucked you out.

Every nerve ending in your body felt oversensitive and you could feel tears forming in your eyes at Mason’s unrelenting thrusts. You could feel where you’d came around him and Mason kept glancing down, mesmerised by seeing himself disappear into you and coming back out glistening.

“So fuckin’ pretty.” His words cracked in the middle and he was unable to hold off his own orgasm any longer when he felt that extra gush of wetness around his cock. He pressed his mouth over yours as he came inside of you, one hand tangling in your hair, the other gripping your hip as he buried himself to the hilt and spilled into you, his moans falling between your lips. He pressed his forehead against the side of your head and made a soft sound when you wrapped your legs around him and held him where he was, cock seated completely inside you.

You were both breathing hard, bodies sweaty and flushed and everywhere Mason touched you felt overwhelmed. Your legs ached and you knew for a fact you were going to be sore when you woke up tomorrow but that wasn’t something you wanted to worry about as you brushed your fingers through Mason’s hair and kissed his cheek. Neither of you spoke at first, trying to calm your hearts and get your breath back but then Mason brushed his lips over your ear, teasing smirk appearing at how your shivered.

“Never Have I Ever had sex on the beach,” He lifted himself up on his elbow and made a show of glancing down at your naked body and where he was still nestled inside of you. “Oh wait, I just did.”

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mandareeboo · 2 years ago

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Unfinished Work #49: “Collective”

This here’s just a collection of the couple of SDMI fanfics I wrote back in the day. They’re almost all Velma or Cassidy Williams-related, and they aren’t GOOD or anything (they’re, god, like four years old?) but it’s nice to have them in one place.

Daphne was bored. Not just bored, but Bored. Climb the walls and scream and shout bored.

If she were honest with herself, she'd been bored for almost two weeks now. There wasn't anything the least bit stimulating about her home or her parents, as much as they tried, and Daphne had been forced to accompany them around Crystal Cove in an attempt to 'help her see the light.'

She repeated; bored.

No action, no mysteries, nothing that kept her busy into the odd hours of the night thinking (she refused to think about that night, however. Fred's abrupt goodbye, Velma's betrayal, Shaggy pleading not to be taken away, Scooby being led away on a leash; he hated leashes. She just... couldn't go there.) Nothing the least bit thought provoking, and her brain cells were quickly turning to jello.

Her parents idea of excitement was golf. Her idea of excitement consisted of high speed chases, the smell of old and mysterious books, the fun days at the mall, getting her ex-best friend to try and be a little girly.

You know, the average teenage idea of fun.

And so, watching her father whack a golf ball far over the hole, Daphne was once again reminded of the fact that, to her parents, she was anything but a normal teenager.

Daphne sighed. So bored. She was almost ready to pull out her phone and resort to meaningless texting when she remembered that she didn't have anyone she could text, nor did she have her phone on her.

Stupid way-too-short battery life. If things kept up, she would have to get a job and save up for a new one.

(She could always ask her parents for a new one, true, but there was something so... callous about raiding her father's vault for personal reasons, especially since her mother always gave her almost triple what she needed.)

Her parents were boring. Daphne had long accepted that. But still, she didn't like the personal refresher of how boring they could be.

"Hey."

Daphne jumped, watching in mild awe as Velma sat down next to her at the round table. "How did you get in here?"

Velma fixed her a dry look, and suddenly Daphne was highly aware of the fact that her friend was both extremely fit for a girl her age and extremely smart. Sneaking in, and, in turn, sneaking out, would be a breeze. "Oh."

"Oh indeed." She shrugged and took a drink from her soda. They'd always shared things like drinks, so it didn't really irritate her like it probably should. It was a habit, not a conscious decision. She calmly set the plastic bottle down and eyed the duo playing golf. "Bored?"

"How could you tell?" Daphne answered, rolling her eyes at her parent's antics. "Velma?"

"Yeah?"

"What are you doing here?"

"I noticed you looked like you could use some entertainment. What better entertainment is there than a good ol' fashioned yelling match?"

"I'm not going to yell at you, Velma."

"Good. My ears thank you."

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This one was fun! It was going to be a double thing- Velma and Daphne meeting up during their split, but also a test by Mr. E to see how willing Velma is to get her hands dirty. The golf course was gonna blow up.

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Be sassy, Angel reminded herself. Sassy, but not stupid.

Setting the last moving box down on top of the stack, she took a moment to make sure everything was aligned before stepping back, putting a hand to her chin.

Right. So she had a name, a character, and a job description. Now all she needed was a hook.

"They'll come to you." Ricky had said.

Well, Angel doubted the truth to those words. Angel Dynamite wasn't exactly Mystery Incorporated friend material.

....But neither was Cassidy Williams, now that she thought about it.

Oh well, it wouldn't hurt her to try. If it didn't work out, then she could always watch over them from above. Being a DJ had its perks, after all.

Angel flicked the light off, closed the door, and went upstairs to sleep.

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Her second morning in Crystal Cove, Angel opened the door to her studio, took two steps inside, and almost had a heart attack.

"What the-" She felt the urge to grab the specially sharpened CD's from her back pocket and toss them, preferably aiming for the neck or head, but held off.

The glasses-girl glanced up from her book dryly. "So not my idea." Was all she said.

That was more than enough.

Angel blinked. "Alright then, who's was it?"

"Fred's." She pointed at the blond currently snoring in the corner, hugging what looked to be an old speaker like it was a teddy bear. "He thought it was safe in here. Didn't know it locked from the outside automatically. Sorry."

Sassy, but smart. Don't try to intimidate them. "Hey, as long as you don't try to steal nothin', it's cool."

The girl shrugged and muttered a muffled thanks as she stood up and kicked the brunnette's shin.

He jumped up, blinking away sleep. "Huh?"

"Help is here, and we're not in trouble. Help me wake up the others."

Soon there was a whole pod of disgruntled teen's shuffling their feet nervously and staring at the floor.

"Uh, like, thanks. For, uh... Not getting mad."

Angel shrugged. "I don't see why I should be mad. Confused, definitely, but not mad."

The one named Fred (who Angel could clearly tell he took after his father in physical physique) piped up. "Do you have a shower we could use?"

Once again that day Angel found herself blinking. "Yeah, upstairs. Why?"

Glasses gave her a dry look. "You know, for this?" She gestured to her clothing.

Oh, right. They'd just spent the night in a foreign place with no clue who would find them or in what state. Angel knew the feeling; wanting to get the grunge off. "Sure, it's open. Take your time."

"And a washer?" The red-head almost looked... unsure. "To see if we can get the smell out."

Get the smell out? What did that- oh. This wasn't about staying the night under a stranger's roof. Someone must've dumped something- oh.

It was times like these Angel remembered just how thankful she was that her nose was useless.

"Yeah, I got those too. And some extra clothes. Just gotta warn ya', though. They're in my style."

No one complained as she grabbed some clothes from her dresser and handed them over. "Just leave the dirty ones outside the door." She called after the retreating blonde.

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I remember basically nothing about this one! Take it as face value

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"Cassidy."

Angel grunted, eyelids squeezing more tightly shut. That voice could go away any time now, seriously.

"Cassidy."

Her dream shifted. She was in a dark living room, hands shoved into hoodie pockets, watching the news. The hoodie was something Ricky had dug up, and it went well beyond her waist.

All she could do was watch as her mother flitted across the news channel, crying; "Cassidy, oh, Cassidy, come home. Bring my daughter home."

Suddenly, Angel wanted to wake up. As soon as possible, preferably.

"Angel!"

Angel shot up from her desk like a rocket. Glancing around the room, her heart rate fell and her breathing slowly returned to normal as she glared at the intruder.

"Velma? Lordy girl, are you trying to kill me?"

Velma just held out a greasy fast-food bag, an eyebrow raised. "You're welcome."

Angel's face scrunched up, but she took the bag anyway. "Let me guess. This was Shaggy's idea?"

"Fred's, actually. Once we talked him out of building a 'cheer-up' trap."

She slowly shook her head. "That boys got a screw loose."

Velma shook her head in turn. "No, just a funny way of showing affection."

"Hmm, I'll take your word for it." Angel unrolled the top of the bag and pulled out a burger with everything on it. She hated most condiments, but had long given up on complaining about it. It was food, she was hungry, she could deal. "Why do they think I need food, exactly?"

"You've been out of it lately. They're worried you're not getting enough sleep. Which you aren't."

No, she wasn't. But they were the only kids who were nosy enough to realize it. "I've had a lot on my mind." Was her vague answer, because, despite the obvious unoriginality, it was one hundred percent true. To much on her mind, if you asked her.

"Are you alright?"

No, she wasn't. She was scared and worried and carrying more than a few scars, mentally and physically, old and new, and the others were starting to see them. See the things she'd done her best to hide from them.

Angel shrugged. "I've had worse."

"Is that so?" Velma watched her take a bite of her burger, waiting until she was halfway through the meat and buns before saying; "Cassidy."

Angel almost choked. She pounded on her chest with a grimace and forced herself to swallow the bite half-chewed. "Now I know you're tryin' to kill me." She turned to her with a glare. "What was that all about?"

Velma shrugged, looking entirely to unattached and clinical for Angel's liking. "Just... testing a theory."

"A theory involving me choking to death?"

"No, and theory involving names. Specifically, the ones given to you at birth."

Angel took another bite of burger and tried not to look to interested. The nerdy side was still strong within her, and so much as the mention of theories and hypothesis' was usually enough to make her turn her head, if only for a minute. "And I'm your test subject... why?"

"Because you're the only person I know personally that has a chosen name they use regularly besides Shaggy, and calling him Norville is weird. And you like stuff like this, or so I thought."

Angel wasn't denying it. Velma leaned against the wall.

"When most people are called by their given name, they respond. Even if they've changed it. It's an ingrained habit. But you? You didn't even respond. You retrained yourself."

Angel shrugged. "Been a long time since anybody's called me that, Velma-"

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Another I barely recall! I think it was something about Velma trying to bond with Angel.

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Well, things could be worse.

The Freak was after the kids, she was locked in a sound room, quite possibly left for dead- no one ever visited the studio besides the kids. It was paid for and everything. It could days before someone went looking, maybe even weeks- and her secret had been blown sky high.

And, worst of all, they didn't believe a word she'd said.

Well, things couldn't be worse.

Angel wasn't all that afraid of The Freak, honestly. Not like she used to be. But she wouldn't really be able to watch over the kids like she normally would if they had to escape Crystal Cove forever, and Ricky- curse him- would never let a chance like that go. Or, perhaps, Periclies would get them. She honestly didn't care which; it was the killing part that was getting to her.

Darned meddling kids need to learn to take a hint, Angel thought, pacing the room for what felt like (and could quite possibly have been) the millionth time. Of course, that would require them getting their noses out of everyone else's business long enough to realize just how much danger they were putting themselves in.

Alright, that was pretty rude. Which was weird, because she normally had better control over herself.

It was the whole 'locked in' part getting to her. She... didn't like being confined, is all. She personally considered it a nervous twitch, but, hey, if you wanted to call it a phobia, it was your life and your tongue at stake. Let nothing but fear, common sense, and a well-practiced glare stop you.

The front door creaked open, and Angel dived under the table. Just great. Ricky must've decided to waltz into her studio uninvited and demand to know what went wrong.

Whatever. If it was a choice between Ricky and death, then Angel chose death. At moments like these, her pride was all she had left.

The sound room door creaked open. "Angel? I know you're in here."

Velma.

Well then. Forget all that pride and death stuff, then, 'cause she had a chance!"

"Velma?" She was on her feet in less than a second. She doubted Velma had even had the time to determine which speaker she'd been pitifully hiding behind before her hands were on her shoulders. "Are you okay? Did her hurt you? Let me-"

"Angel."

Her voice was ice cold. Angel immediately let go. "Right. Sorry. Got carried away with the moment. He didn't hurt you, did he?"

Velma sighed and shook her head. Angel couldn't help but notice that her eyes were red.

Velma, crying? Angel hadn't thought the two words mixed. Not in public, at least.

"I, uh, I thought you'd like to hear from the source instead of the news." She paused. "And to be let out of the sound room. Seriously, how were you going to get out of there?"

"Mr. E's goons would've noticed I was missing eventually." Lies. Angel hated lying to them, to the kids, but that's all she really was now-a-days. A big, ugly lie. "Or I could've made a mini-explosive, if need be."

"Wouldn't that destroy your building?" Another pause. "And draw too much attention to yourself?"

"The cat's already out of the bag." She shrugged. "Now all I can do is just roll with punches."

Velma didn't answer. Angel didn't expect her to. "We caught him, you know."

A cold weight settled in her stomach. The part of her mind that was still that teenager that ran away from home, that was still Cassidy Williams, muttered things about curses and fleeing and being afraid, but the older, more logical part of her mind, beat it down. The part of her mind that was mostly Angel Dynamite. "The Freak?" He's catchable?

As though she could read her mind, Velma snorted. "Of course. He was just another guy in a suit, like everyone else."

"W-Who?" Part of her doesn't want to know. Another, bigger part of her wants to believe that this is all a dream, that The Freak was still some unbeatable monster and she had somehow sunken into a hunger-driven hallucination and was slowly dying behind that speaker.

Velma fiddled with her fingers. She looked as disbelieving as Angel felt. "The mayor. Ex-mayor. Fred's dad. Er, ex-dad."

Angel was speechless.

Lord above, how many times had she been near that man over the years? How many times had she watched his speeches on the TV, blissfully unaware of his involvement in her 'disappearance'?

How many times had they spoken to each other? Had he even realized it was her, the girl he'd chased out of town like she was trash? Had her entire cover been see-through from the beginning; the only reason she'd been allowed to stay was that he was smug in the knowledge he'd bested her?

"Angel? Angel, sit down. You look like you're gonna faint."

"I feel like I'm going to faint." Her voice sounded as old as she felt as she sat down on the couch. Velma hesitantly joined her on the other side. "All this time the truth was right there. All I had to do was think, and... man. I'm so stupid. Fred Senior was the only guy we told..." Told about the disk. Told how they weren't just the outcasts of Crystal Cove, how if they played their cards right, they would be the richest outcasts in history.

Told... Told...

He was the only one they told everything.

Velma watched her with curious eyes. "Told what?"

Angel ignored her, glancing up to look at her as another thing clicked. "How's Freddy?"

Velma looked torn. She shrugged. "Dunno." She paused, almost unsure. "Angel, did you know that Brad Chiles and Judy Reeves are Fred's real parents?"

Of course she did. She'd been there when Judy had given birth to him, been the one she cursed and beat as she writhed in agony (giving birth au natural in a small house in the middle of nowhere wasn't something she wished on anyone, even Judy), and again when they lost him.

But telling her that would be admitting to having something to do with Fred's not so happy upbringing, even if it were in the smallest of ways. Angel was hated enough as it was; she wasn't going to add to it.

"I had a guess, but nothing concrete. How's Freddy taking the news?"

"He isn't." Velma crossed her arms. "No one is. No one but you, that is."

"Oh. And, before you ask, no, I didn't have anything to do with it. I... just had a feeling, that's all."

Not a total lie, but not the complete truth, either. Not too shabby, as far as she was concerned. Normally people didn't even get that.

Velma didn't answer. "We... We split up."

That got Angel's attention. Not that the girl hadn't already had it.

"Huh?"

"You heard me. Fred's gone off on some big journey to find his parents; Dahpne's too hurt to even think about coming back; Shaggy is off to military school; and Scooby's going to some kind of farm." Velma cradled her head in her hands. "They left me."

Angel reached out to put a comforting arm around her shoulders, but Velma tensed and hissed. "Don't touch me."

Her hand was once again snatched back. Right. They weren't friends anymore. She was the bothersome traitor they wanted nothing more to do with.

Angel always knew it would end up like this, but it still hurt. She masked the pain well.

"Nah, they didn't leave you, baby doll. They left Crystal Cove."

"We're Crystal Cove. We all were."

Angel knew what she meant. Like the haunted houses and tourism, Mystery Incorporated was a part of Crystal Cove. People traveled here, far and wide, to see them to solve mysteries just as they came to see the town fall into supernatural havoc. Hated though they may be, there wouldn't be nearly as many tourists without them.

Leaving Crystal Cove meant leaving the gang. Or, in this case, the gang leaving Velma.

"But now they're gone. And now what?" Velma lifted her head out of her arms and thrust them outwards, elbows bent downwards. "We'll just fall apart like you did?"

Angel winced. Now that was a touchy subject. Could Velma had planted a sharper barb into her side?

...Probably, now that she thought about it. The girl was pretty smart.

"You kids are a lot better than we were. Better than we are today, even. Things'll work out, just give 'em time." Angel wanted to put a hand on her shoulder, hug her, something to make her feel better, but held off. Velma wasn't the touchy-feely type to begin with. It was best not to make things even more awkward.

"An-" She shook her head. "Cassidy."

"What is it?"

"Did you... Did you try to give them time?"

"I did, but I gave them too much time. A couple of months to a year is one thing, Velma. Five to ten years is another."

"I guess I understand." She shrugged halfheartidly. "Cassidy?"

"What?"

"Why don't you go by Cassidy anymore?"

"Paranoia, mostly. Ricky never would've thought that someone with such an obviously fake name would be me."

Velma nodded, but didn't look all that convinced. "But that's not all there is to it, right?"

Angel sighed and shook her head. "Cassidy Williams... That name carries a certain kind of weight around here. The same with Ricky Owens and Judy Reeves and Brad Chiles. They hear that old name and think of a nerd who kept her hair in pigtails and used her lack of smell to dig around in trash bins and such to find clues to mysteries."

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This was set sometime during that season finale, after Cassidy got locked in her recording room.

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#Unfinished Work #Scooby Doo #Scooby Doo: Mystery Incorporated #Daphne Blake #Velma Dinkley #Cassidy Williams #Shaggy Rodgers #Fred Jones

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pies-writes-and-more · 4 years ago

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So I saw this tik tok trend of “would you hit your girl as hard as you can for 1 billion 💵?” And I was thinking how tsukki would answer “no 😑” if you asked him cuz 1. He knows you’d be anxious at the anticipation 2. You crying would break his heart 3. This tik tok question is stupid cause who’d be paying the money?? Right no one, so it’s pointless. Dumbest question ever (wanted to share a funny thought)

Omg I’m dead this was the funniest thing I’ve gotten today 😂😂😂😂

This was too hilarious of an idea so I thought I’d make this a cute funny little headcanon thing! @blue-peach14 thank you so much for sending this in!!!! It was literally the funniest thing for me to read while I was at work haha. Hope you don’t mind me turning it into a little headcanon piece!

Warnings: None but probably some swearing lol and you know... the fact that some of them actually hit you lol

Characters: Tsukishima Kei, Ushijima Wakatoshi, Hinata Shoyo, Kageyama Tobio, Ennoshita Chikara, and Oikawa Tooru, all with a GenderNeutral!Reader (let me know if I used something gendered so I can change it pls!)

A/N: Thank you to @satan-ruler-of-hells and @thisnoodlewritesao3 for being such inspirations and helps for this 😂❤️and obviously @blue-peach14 for the idea :)

Tsukishima:

“What a stupid question”

Really just says this and rolls his eyes because he needs to consider the options

Would you??? Want him to do it??? Or were you testing how nice he was????

He decides it’s stupid cause who would pay for this???

Points this out to you and you’re just like omg Tsukki it’s just a funny little thing

Gives you a little annoyed look and decided on no (he really hates the look of tears welling in your eyes... it would be even worse if he were the one to hit you)

Flicks you in the head anyways but kisses it better immediately

Ushijima:

Didn’t understand what you were asking

Hits the top of your head cause he thought that’s what you wanted but like gently

You’re like ???? Um ushijima it’s not real

And he’s like what’s not??

Both of you just standing there like... what?

You laugh when you realize he didn’t get it

Have to explain it again and he just stands there with a furrow in his brow

“Would you... want me to hit you? Would that make you happy?”

You’re like um Ushi that’s a lot of money so yes. We could buy a lot of food

So you agree on yes together haha

Hinata:

@thisnoodlewritesao3 @satan-ruler-of-hells and I all agreed on this one

Would 100% hit himself on the head

Definitely didn’t understand the question

“Hinata why would you hit yourself??”

“For the money?”

“Hinata you’re supposed to hit me!”

O.O “why would I want to hit you”

“For the money!”

“But that’s why I hit myself”

A little back and forth before he refuses because he never wants to hurt you

Still insists he gets hit instead

Tells you he has a lot of experience since he gets hit in the face during volleyball a lot

Kageyama overhears and appears suddenly because he too wants to hit hinata

Kageyama:

A certified dummy

Whacks you in the head and is like so where do we collect the money

Man put effort in this hit too like damn okay leave a fricken bump 😭

Feels bad when he realizes it was a rhetorical thing

turns into a red blueberry boi because he just can feel the guilt eating him up inside

Kisses your little bruised bump cause he’s feeling v bad

internally yelling at himself pls tell him it’s okay because now he thinks you’re going to leave him and that’s literally the last thing he wants

he loves you so much he just only has one braincell and it’s playing volleyball

Brings you milk and your favourite juices cause they apparently will help heal you

Ennoshita:

Shakes his head when you ask, but you can’t tell if it’s out of disappointment or if he’s answering the question

Takes your phone away and tells you to stop watching so many tiktoks

(this is the third tiktok related thing you’ve asked him. Man is fed up 😂)

When you insist on an answer he tells you “obviously not”

Refuses to hurt you no thanks he is a good boy thank you very much

Will not discuss further, shuts you up about it by buying you food

Oikawa:

Didn’t even let you finish the sentence

Man hit you hard too 😂

“Oikawa would you hit me-“

SmACK

You just standing there like wtf oWWW????

He just smile like the pretty boy he is 😇

“don’t ask for things you don’t want”

“If you had let me finish my fucking sentence” 🥺

Lots of kisses after, feels a little bad for hitting you but also not really 😂

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why do i feel like even if tae is the one who's injured AND caught between stem koo and senior oc's tension, jungkook would STILL be the one who's crying

cold senior!y/n x stem major!koo masterlist :D

there's fINALLY some sort of peace and redemption between them

taehyung has never been indirectly involved in a palpable situation like this

the last time he was involved in anything remotely close to this, it had something to do with his field trip in second grade

whew god that was a rEALLY pressuring experience for him

it was a split vote to whether they should go to a strawberry field or a newly-opened futuristic kid-friendly interactive dinosaur museum SLASH theme park!!!!!!!

then taehyung picked the strawberry farm that was about 70% dirt

tae's put into a situation again and he doesn't know how to act lmao

"y'okay sweetheart? what's your relation to them?" the kind nurse that's obviously the maternal figure of the emergency ward asks him as she assesses him, a bit of a queue before he could get his leg patched up

he is beyond glad that she asked :D

tae's here to get his leg casted and entertain himself for the meantime!!! his fun isn't exactly correlated to that brooding fucking stem nerd's definition of it!!!

taehyung points to you directly, a cheeky grin on his face as you tilt your head in alert from your seat beside him

"she's my girlfriend!"

you chuckle at his playfulness and even the nurse does so with how proud he sounded, about to scribble it down on her clipboard when someone clearly sounds panicked about it

"she's not his girlfriend," jungkook rises from his slouched position on his seat, wide eyes fixated on the nurse as he shakes his head, trying to make her believe him

it isn't true!!!! that's misinformation!!! that's a crime!!!!

tae snaps his fingers, solemnly shaking his head

"right, my bad!! the two of us aren't in a relationship. actually, the three-..."

god oW

jungkook can't help but whack the back of taehyung's head, their boundary from being semi-strangers in your year you see like twice a day now crossing into semi-friends who aren't reserved with each other jUST because of kook's smack

that's a silent understanding, basically

tae smacks jungkook right back, only stopping on bickering when you intentionally clang your watch on the bedframe to spook them, exiting from the curtain so you could talk with the nurse

being caught in the middle of things cOULD really be fun!!! tae should get involved more often

"so tHIS is why you were outside y/n's dorm when i gave yoongi the cookies!!"

"... you know?"

kook freezes at the possibility that for some way he can't think of, taehyung somehow knows what happened between the two of you

was that why he just hAPPENED to drop by cookies when he was talking with yoongi??

yeah uhm not really

"no. i just know that yoongi hung you out to dry," he snorts because as he recalls it, jungkook looked as pale as a ghost

he didn't really plan to arrive at that time either!!! taehyung just wanted to knock on your door and hopefully drop you his treats then he'll be off his way

he didn't exactly expect to walk in on yoongi looking like he's gonna deck jungkook if only he hadn't yelled out his senior's name

see? it's like the universe just wants taehyung to be at the right places at the wrong times in order for them to eventually fall into place

okay he kinda did take a major L for having his ankle busted but that only means that you and jungkook (even if he doesn't know anything) better make up!!!

“is it bad that i wanted yoongi to punch me that time?” jungkook wonders out loud and he almost wishes he hadn’t, getting an immediate reaction of agreement

“i’ll fill in for him!!” tae half-jokes, getting yet another smack to his shoulder and at that rate, they’d be brothers by tomorrow lmao

“anyways,” he sighs as he leans back to his pillow, keeping his foot elevated. technically, this isn’t his business at all, but what could he do?? he’s sort-of-involved now and jungkook looks like he’s gonna cry out of all people, “you just want yoongi to deck you because that’d absolve you of your guilt.”

kook sighs at that, gripping his hair to keep himself from crying

“but i already know i’m guilty. not only with yoongi, but y/n especially!!”

he whistles at that, getting a mental image with your fists balled because he’s hung around enough practices to photograph all of you for the school paper, knowing that you dO pack a lot of power

“so them decking you is the only way you would feel guiltless?”

jungkook shifts at that, murmuring his answer to the question he’s got thrown

“w-well getting my apology accepted by them would be much appreciated.”

taehyung practically spoon-feeds the answer jungkook need to hear, shrugging carelessly as he watches the boy’s turmoil

god what does he dO?? this is his first interaction with you ever since the incident and he doesn’t know how to act

of all places and scenarios, it just hAD to be in the hospital because stoopid taehyung here decided to run to you while in the rain

as if on cue do you return to the curtained area with a nurse, forms between your fingers

“time to get your x-ray done, tae,” you almost sing-song to him in cheer, being relieved that things were picking up faster than you intended it to

you pat him on the head in an attempt at affection, oblivious to the curious glances that jungkook gives you while he assists the nurse in transferring taehyung to the wheelchair

it’s not until the curtain closes again and taehyung’s gone that you move, hand outstretched to give something to jungkook

.... which is just his share of taehyung’s forms that he needed to fill out so you could get on faster

the two of you are sitting beside each other, chairs close but not exactly close, clipboard in hand and taehyung’s phone at the middle edge of the hospital bed so you could copy his information

jungkook kNOWS he should be focusing on writing tae’s blood type right now, but the spur of the moment nudges him on entirely

"i'm sorry. i'm so, so sorry."

he squeaks and he has to breathe out after that

well there it goes :-)

you knew that the day wouldn’t have finished without jungkook’s input, having avoided him long enough that you didn’t know what to feel

were you expecting an apology from him??? uhm not exactly

are you commending him for apologizing??? not at all!! thanking someone for apologizing over what they’ve done to you in the first place is just a new low

“i know i can’t take back what i said now, but i truly didn’t mean it. i-i was just so confused but — b-but i’m not making excuses!! what i did was beyond shitty of me.”

oh hold on a second

that’s the first time you heard jungkook cuss

you wring your hands as you try to absorb his apology as much as possible without feeling awkward

ok you’re not as good for tHIS type of confrontation

it’s not the first time you’ve been wronged but this is perhaps the first time someone owned up to their wrong and apologize for it face-to-face

,,,,,, and not just because yoongi gave them a piece of his mind

yoongi likes fighting battles for you at times, even if you don’t necessarily ask him to

you appreciate it, but you kNOW he did not get jungkook off the hook so easily!!!!

you honestly thought that with his temper, he would’ve punched jungkook even if it was gonna make you mad

“it’s totally up to you if you don’t want to forgive me, b-but i figured i could die trying, y’know? you can reject me a couple hundred times and i’ll retry a couple thousand.”

jungkook adds and it makes the corner of your mouth raise in the tiniest most miniscule way

he knows that not only does he need to apologize with words, he also nEEDS to make it up to you with his actions!!! that’s why he plans on-

you pause your writing on the form, the act of you doing so making him freeze all the same as you try to carry on with speaking as inaudible as possible

"well you know now. i like you, that was my fault," you offer in response to his apology, coughing when you realize your mistake. "i liked you, i mean."

ok he deserved that

jungkook knows you probably figured out the hyeji situation already through yoongi, cutting his explanations down because you don’t even wanna hear her name

was it the truth? do you really not like jungkook anymore?

....

......

.........

you simmer in the own silence you’ve created, only being broken when jungkook shyly murmurs

"can't you like me some more?"

you snort at what seemed to be his playful suggestion, chuckling to yourself

jungkook was only hALF-kidding and he bows his head in embarrassment over your reaction, the pen in his hand feeling extremely light with how his hand’s trembling

you resume your writing wordlessly, not even daring to look at your right because jungkook’s trying to make himself as small as possible too

the words are just dying to fall out from his mouth, an unhinged trap he could no longer regulate when it comes to you

"you're loveable. extremely loveable."

jungkook says out of nowhere and you falter at writing taehyung’s supposed food allergies, a quiet curiosity to your words

"how would you know that?"

there’s no thought process behind it as he speaks surely this time, only taking the slightest bit of courage to look at you from the corner of his eye

"because it's you."

,,,,,

HOW are you supposed to react to that,,,

the curtains peek open and a grinning taehyung on a wheelchair estatically waves his hand

you and jungkook split from each other even if you haven’t been that close enough immediately, thankful for the welcome interruption

tae outstretches his arms for you to hoist him up the bed and you agree instantly, oblivious to the fact that he’s sticking his tongue out to jungkook who’s giving him a mean glare for his playfulness

his x-rays are all finished and he’s just waiting for the doc to come and interpret them (even if it’s beyond obvious that his ankle’s broken!!!!) so he could get on with wrapping his leg with a cast

jungkook takes this as a chance to rise up from his seat, snatching the opportunities he can within the timeframe

"what do you guys want from the cafeteria?"

tae beams at that, grateful because fINALLY someone’s asked him

"ooh!! i want-"

"what would you like, y/n?"

jungkook continues as he effectively interrupts taehyung who’s squinting and looks beyond offended ay the moment

his motive is buying <3 you <3 dinner!! not mr. ankle-breaker over here

you catch on to what he’s trying to do immediately, rolling your eyes with a hint of amusement when you plop back to your chair

“i'll have what taehyung wants.”

huh....

so he has no choice then but to ask,.,.,

jungkook clears his throat, his lips curved to a smile but his eyes looking the furthest thing from friendly

"what would you like,,,, taehyung?"

the boy pretend to be deep in thought just to waste kook’s time even more, even throwing in the humming to sell the idea

he’s been humming for half a minute now

“pasta. i want pasta. like, the most expensive pasta they have,” he nods at the amazement he has for himself, sneaking a look to a narrow-eyed jungkook

“c’mon, kook. think about y/n. she’s getting what i’m getting!!”

jungkook’s eyes instantly become brighter, realization sweeping over his features as he tries to hurry because you might be hungry at this point

“right, of course!! i’ll even get dessert :D”

well wasn’t tHAT easy hee-hee

hey maybe getting your ankle busted does lead to better things!!!

jungkook’s never been more excited to pay for overpriced pasta in cash (!!!) and carry up multiple paper bags of food and drinks on the stairs because the elevator’s taking too long

he’s only slightly confused when he walks to your spot that taehyung wasn’t there, even kinda being relieved actually

tae was whisked away for the second and final time to have his leg wrapped up, leaving you and jungkook alone once again

“that looks expensive.”

you remark the moment you see the fancy paper bags, bringing your wallet out to atleast take out a few bills that you think would cover the cost for this hospital dinner

jungkook incessantly shakes his head no, instead making you sit in place so he could turn the area to be a cozy dinner place as best as he could

"i mean it. i'm gonna make it up to you, i swear."

he speaks sometime in the middle of your silent meal, waiting for the time that it’d feel more sincere and not a little forced

ya know he didn’t want to make it seem that buying overpriced dinners correspond to him making it up to you!!!!

"i know."

you answer truthfully because you might have saw this coming, knowing in the back of your head that you wouldn’t put put it past jungkook to be sincere

you hear a noise of surprise when you reply, jungkook immediately putting his hand inside the pocket of his hoodie to fish out something

“your eyedrops, by the way. i meant to give it back to you earlier.”

your eyes skim on the dainty-looking handmade origami box on jungkook’s palm, a fond look he could atleast distinguish

you take it from him nonetheless, unaware at the multiple layers you have yet to know inside said box

“i can always buy a new one.”

he shakes his head at that, scrunching his nose as he mindlessly pokes at the chicken

he thinks back to what he put inside that might’ve been the reason why he didn’t just buy you a new stock in the first place

“i like giving back.”

giving back as in returing feelings too or whatever maybe!!!!! just maybe

he waves you off when you thank him for giving it back, his next words becoming a little weighted on your mind

"open it up when you feel like it. it's up to you."

that was that then

okay maybe not

you’re almost finished with your dinner and you know that you’re about to come home anyway, getting a text from tae that he’s done being wrapped up and is just waiting for his reminders now

why not say what you want to anyway??

"thank you for the lunchbox yesterday, by the way."

jungkook’s the one who’s caught off-guard this time, choking on his rice briefly before questioning you wITHOUT looking pathetic

"h-how did you know it was me??"

your hand only skims to the right of him, having to slightly lean against him to get what you need

it’s tae's record that jungkook had to fill up

you’ve just realized it a little while ago when jungkook was downstairs buying from the cafeteria, the distinct way of how he writes his A’s and curves his Y’s being embedded into your mind

"because it's you."

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