#some people treat me like royalty lmao

[peaceeandcoolestvibes]

Gente bella 🩷🩷🩷🩷🧡🧡🧡🧡

En la uni hay tanta gente que acabas encontrando tu grupo, ,, en otros ambientes hay que escoger bien porque puedes acabar hasta la polla

[angelismmm]

🪷 anon here

requesting a bsd Fukuzawa x fem!Reader married hcs🥹🥹

Sfw and Nsfw if it's fine with you🫶🫶

⟢ 𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 ft. fukuzawa

・sypnosis. how did you get together with him? and what's life after marriage?

・notes. gasp emoji a bsd post from me?!?! also hihhihi bro!!! more than willing to make sfw/nsfw hcs!!! honestly it's lowkey hard for me to do sfw hcs by themselves LMFAO, anyways

・warnings. nsfw toward the end, nickname daddy/sir used, breeding kink

𝐘𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐙𝐀𝐖𝐀, what he is like in marriage?

・oddly peaceful, honestly thinking about his title annd stuff he'd be busy and stuff, and wouldn't be all that available, to your (and my) surprise, he's always there when you need it the most. probably would try his best to keep you away from his job though, it doesn't sound all that pleasing. only few people probably know about you too, like ranpo and just maybee yosano, just maybe.

・this man treats you like absolute royalty, anything, and everything about you is his favorite, most of the time is willing to try out whatever you find interest in, doesn't really like pda btw, much prefers to keep most things romantic in private, just between both of you. would probably adopt a cat with you if you want, but if you don't, that's alright too, anything you're okay with, he is too, most of the time at least. likes to feed stray animals near your shared house honestly, love all of them and probably gives some names based off what breed they are.

・oh but if you do happen to also work at the agency, he won't show much affection, because pda is not really his thing, never has been, prefers those little moments between you and him only, to be only with you and him, why does he have to share lol. plus is scared if any enemies had realized you were his weakness, being his spouse and all, that wouldn't be good at all, so he prefers to keep your relationship on the low, for your sake.

・but he does give affectionate glances, every once in a while, after all you are still his, and he's yours. next question: does he mention anything about kids? no lmao, you probably have to ask about the topic if you want him to think about it, just think. but another reason he would bring it up, is if like some lost kid just happen to be there, right beside the overly crowded place, tear stained face, every now and then glancing to the left or right, and parents probably abandoned the poor child. and you both decide to take the kid in, for a bit, 'till she finds a home, or if he tries to ask at least once about kids, but don't depend on it, even if he's good with the kid, he doesn't really bring it up. but honestly, maybe you both could adopt the little girl instead of bringing her to the adoption center, honestly, it'd be months after taking her in, that was when you both thought when should we be putting her in for adoption, or will we? you've both grown fond of her, even so by giving her a name, that you both decided on, well might as well just become her parents, officially, right?

・overall topnotch cutie as a husband, #keepbeingbbg

𝐘𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐙𝐀𝐖𝐀, what if he did want a kid tho haha thatd be crazy...... (yes he does)

・daddy kink, like his appearance and demeanor screams it. like he can be all vanilla and stuff, that's his usual stuff, but if you ask him to be rough, bro will go down on you. not into bdsm, he doesn't wanna hurt you at all, but if you want it.... okay....

・breeding kink, too i guess. he likes slow and sensual way more though, seeing you with his seed all up in there he just feels like ":D". that's it, but he just wants to kiss you gently, and praise your beautiful skin and everything, loves everything like that. only goes rough without your kind of request if he's been pretty stressed that though. that's where the breeding kink goes hard, like absolutey, call him sir or daddy and he'll give you as many kids as you want :)

・medium-ish sex drive though, becomes high if stressed, is what i'm thinking, probably pretty big too, girthy asf too probably. can go for ages, and ages, and ages, and ages. probably the time to lick all his cum out your hole, sometimes wants you to masturbate in front of him

・probably while he's fucking you, rough or vanilla he's gonna start asking about what the kid's name should be, also would whisper immaculate amount of praise, like almost too much, but it balances out with how good he treats your body, and the marks upon your neck and collarbone afterwards. honestly doesn't care that much for other stuff during sex, finds the moments between you both alone is more attractive than anything else. loves making you happy more than anything. praise galore btw did i mention that yet, also loves kissing you everywhere

・also likes it when you cockwarm him while he does work, and he whispers into your ear about how he's almost done, the pile of work says otherwise though. super affectionate while watching you lowkey squirm on his cock. probably caresses his hand over your belly bulge from time to time ・super vanilla, or absolute fucking rough, no in between, that's it have a good night

[yanderecandystore]

Angst ᐛ. So imagine y/n is fully aware of what the beldam is about. I'm talking from the very begining but kept coming back since they felt so alone. And at some point y/n just walks in, plots their head in the beldam's chest, tearing up after a particularly bad day and is just like. "You know, I know what youre gonna ask... About the buttons. I know its just a way to eat me. But to be honest just hearing yoinsay 'i care about you' is making me consider the offer. Pathetic right?" Would the beldam make it a quick kill or would he not want to eat them anymore? Of course if you dont feel comfortable writing this thats fine too.

The reason why I always take too long to write anything about Male Beldam/Belsire, is because I always fear making something that people won't like especially since it's my most liked story-

But after rereading the story I realized it really isn't all that good X'D I feel like it could have been a lot better if I had put more time into it.

I'm sorry for taking so long to write this, but I really don't want to leave you guys hanging especially since I do really like the idea of a "twisted" ending sort of thing. Thank you for requesting this!

It's very short, but I hope I can talk more about it because I do wonder how Y/n will deal with this new life.

TW/Tags: Mentions of: Gore; death // Arachnophobia Warning // Scotomaphobia Warning (Reader is now blind) // Manipulation // Human flesh consumption (not from the Reader) // this is very short sorry // not proofread lmao (headaches) // Reader is very unresponsive to the things that happen around them.

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A peek at the keyhole [Yandere!Belsire x GN!Reader - A short Oneshot]

It was during dinner that you decided to seal the deal, he was acting strange… He was starving and you were sure of it. Which was funny because you never saw him eat, now that you think about it.

He doesn't understand where you got that knowledge of how he behaves or of what he consumes- Maybe it was just a lucky guess based on his desperate need to keep you "unaware", always giving a poorly disguised lie about himself.

Who was he? What was he? What did he want? He was your best friend, silly. He was your other friend, and all he wanted was to be with you.

Lies, lies, half truths. He was simply too shady for his own benefit, too obvious for his own good.

Or perhaps he really liked this back and forth between you two, after all- What proof did you have of anything? You couldn't trust his words, yes, but what else did you have to go with?

Just that sinking feeling in your stomach whenever he was near you, whenever he tapped his fingers impatiently because you were just oh so curious about him!

It was adorable, really. Infuriatingly adorable.

Because it didn't matter how much you knew about him, or his "real intentions" with you- You always came back for more. His words of reassurance coated with thick honey and distributed with a soft, calm tone of voice that was just as patronizing as it was endearing.

Treating you like royalty every time you came around and yet always keeping you at arm's length when it came to learning more about him, but did any of that even matter?

You were being taken care of, wasn't that enough? You had friends with you, an adoring handsome fella that wasn't shy at all about treating you more than a friend, if you wanted him to. There was clear favoritism and although common sense would have told you it was a massive red flag, you couldn't deny it was quite refreshing to be regarded with so much love.

The fun will never end, he said. It could go for as long as you wanted, forever even if you agreed to stay with just a little, tiny condition.

He didn't have to explain it in detail for you to instantly agree with him, you cling to him already aware of what your fate would be. A bad day was all he needed for you to accept it in a heartbeat? He could have done this a lot sooner than.

It was just you and him, standing in the kitchen as you hugged him, burying yourself in both a need for contact but also out of embarrassment- Shame of throwing yourself away to the unknown without second thought.

It took him by surprise at first, although not ideal he still met his goal sooner than he expected- Only a couple of nights spent with him and his creations, with only a few fabulous events in between.

Of course he couldn't go TOO wild with his attractions, after all you didn't need a spectacular show to be lured in, you just wanted to be heard and included.

" … Oh dear… Pathetic? Why? There's no reason to feel this way, you made the right choice… "

He wanted to still reassure you of your actions, but it was hard hiding the eagerness in his voice.

He held you tightly, cooing you gently despite your unisseanes and uncertainty.

It was mostly so you wouldn't see the illusion breaking, so you wouldn't hear the sounds of your other friends turning into dust… He simply couldn't keep them for much longer, and now he didn't need to.

It's a shame they couldn't warn you of your mistake sooner, it's a shame that everything he creates reflects his adoration to the people he lures in. If only they could warn you to not let him do this, that it wasn't really worth it.

" Come… It'll be quick, don't worry. " He led you with his hands, which were feeling colder by the minute, sharper than before. Thinner than before.

The lights of the house were starting to lower if not fully turn off behind you as you only focused on following him to his little workshop. You felt the stairs lose their solidity after lifting your feet, each step turning from wood to web quickly.

You were actively following him to your doom, you knew that, and as much as you wanted to you couldn't run away now.

He opened the door to the attic, the only thing that seemed intact in this empty and dark place- It was as if the house was starting to disappear the higher he went, and as you followed him there was no need to keep the rest of the house.

He was trying to be economical here, too many things to keep magically attached and realistic all the time- With no break for lunch.

The attic was the only thing that seemed actually real for you, stepping inside you felt the old floor creek. It was old, moldy, but somehow always well kept, as it was one of the only real things in this void he took care of.

It was his favorite place in the house.

" You can go sit on that chair over there, but if you would like to choose I have a great variety of colors and types for you to pick. " The voice that held warmth and youth to it was also disappearing and being replaced with a dry throat, a rougher tone and a lack of discernible emotion behind it.

You could only tell there was impatience by the constant tapping of his fingernails on his board as he showed you all the possible options.

Classic black like his? Baby blue? Chartreuse?? His constant tapping made you feel like a ticking clock taunting you to pick a color already-

You just pointed to the one color you liked most, hey, who wouldn't want to have their favorite color as their eye color? Although, it wasn't really eyes. Just buttons.

He hummed while giving you a soft smile.

" I'm glad you made a choice for me, I would have been too indecisive. Ah, but they're perfect for you..! You're going to make me so jealous, doll.." It was a joke, or maybe a compliment. It was hard to tell if his monotonous voice was out due to boredom, anger or was his voice like this in general.

Well, he didn't seem mad?? It was hard to understand him and to be honest you were getting very nervous. You sat down in the tall chair, its pastel colors did little to nothing to calm you down. Was this really a good idea?

" Are you ready?... It'll be quick I promise… Although… "

He grabbed your face, trying to be gentle as he inspected your panicking eyes.

You didn't understand what was going inside his head, you couldn't tell what he was planning to do and you weren't sure if his touch was starting to freak you out or sooth you.

" … It'll be fine. I'll make sure of it." He sighed before kissing your forehead, so you wouldn't forget he cared about you.

It was agonizing.

You don't know for how long you stayed out, but you remember your brain blacking out after he sewed the first one in.

You're not sure how you even survived through him stabbing your eyes with a needle- Hell, were you even alive at all?! You couldn't see anything, so either he successfully closed your eyes or you were dead.

No, you probably weren't dead yet, your headache just as bad as your entire face- Raising your hand slowly to touch your face you could feel your eyes covered by thick cloth, it was slightly wet.

Slightly touching and pushing like that caused you to feel immense pain, you immediately stopped- It was still fresh so of course it would hurt like hell.

You were sure that you felt the shape of the buttons underneath the cloth, however.

Your ears buzzed as you tried to regain some of your strength, as you tried to get out from your torture chair you forgot how tall it was- Missing a step and crashing down to the old attic floor with no one to help you.

Falling sure felt like falling! The floor sure felt like a crusty old floor! Yep, you weren't dead.

Your head was aching so badly you weren't sure if what you heard was real or not, but you were sure you heard some commotion coming from downstairs.

It was loud enough to muffle your little accident.

The voices below were followed by painful screaming that lasted for a few minutes after complete silence. A chilling sensation settled in as you started to wonder if the screams you heard felt familiar to you in any way.

You carefully started to get up, slowly you started to consider if you should go back to the tall chair or just make a run for it- But to where? You couldn't see anything!!

You considered taking the cloth off- But you didn't want to feel the pain that came from it. You needed to let it heal after all. Though, you doubted that you would be able to see anything with freaking BUTTONS in your eyes!!

Was it too late to regret your decision? It seemed like it.

You walked around trying to feel your way, where was the door again? You were sure you were on the right track… Your hand went from old wood to a nice clean carpet- Wait- Wasn't the house entirely destroyed? Shouldn't it be a spider web here?

Or, well, everywhere?

The fur of the carpet fooled you as you felt your hand squeeze something very soft that squeaked and scurried away from you. A rat.

" I'm sorry!- " You whispered to him, but he didn't appreciate your attempt at escaping, he squealed as he ran down stairs alerting his owner that you were awake.

Well, shit.

You would have screamed if you were able to see the heavy thing that came up the stairs in such a hurry, it didn't help that although you couldn't see him, the sound of metal hitting the walls and the floor made you highly concerned.

What the fuck was that-

" You shouldn't have left the room without telling me. " The same monotonous voice, although he didn't sound so exhausted like he did before- Not as hungry, you assumed.

" Come, let me help you. " You could hear him approach, as if he was wearing high heels it was hard to not hear him coming closer.

And you couldn't help but feel like distancing yourself further, his boney fingers didn't help you feel any more relaxed- They were sharp and cold, it felt like pure needles taking your hand and pulling you up.

" You need to rest for a little longer, doll. But you can't heal with an empty stomach right? " He guided you with his hand, you felt sick at the mention of food.

He helped you get down the stairs by holding you bride style, and you almost cried at the sensation of his hard and cold skin, you trembled at how those same needles would gently squeeze your skin-

One wrong move and they would tear your skin apart.

He helped you sit in a chair, you assumed you were at the kitchen's table by now.

Was this your end…? Was he really going to do this now??

…. No. He was just cooking something, presumably for you. It smelled of omelets and orange juice, it was simple but it was a very nice scent.

This kitchen reeked of blood, however. Instinctively you took your hands to cover your nose, and probably your mouth as well since you weren't sure if shouting would be a good idea right now. He hates loud noises.

" Don't worry about it, it was just a pesky guest who didn't take no for an answer! I'm sorry for the mess. I'll clean it up after you eat. " A more upbeat and sweet voice, the same one you were more accustomed with. Reassurance and comfort all tied with a smile you were more familiar with.

Approaching you with a plate in hand, and a juice glass in the other.

" Don't worry, I didn't put any of the nasty stuff for you. Just eggs and lots of love. The spoiled food is for me. " He kissed you on the cheek, it felt like being touched by porcelain.

He handed you the fork, but you weren't sure if you wanted to find out if he kept his word or not.

He killed someone here, didn't he? Those noises you heard when you were up in the attic plus the smell of iron coating every inch of this kitchen sure weren't just coincidence. He… He wouldn't force you to eat someone, would he?

Who was it?... Who was it..?!

Was he referring to the person as "spoiled food"?

" Doll. I told you to not worry. There's no meat on your plate, I'm a bit selfish when it comes to sharing food. I'm sorry but there's nothing left of them for you, if I knew you wanted to try I wouldn't have been so careless- "

" N-No, it's… It's fine! I'm just… I can't really see anything…" You tried to not sound as terrified of him as you were, heaven knows you shouldn't feed any monster your own fear, it's what they live on.

" …. Aw… You're blind, I'm so sorry! I forgot about that. " He started to laugh as he slapped his forehead about forgetting something so crucial, silly him!

You weren't sure if he was being honest about forgetting that, but you sure as hell knew by the way he snatched the fork from your hand and how he seemed to drag his chair closer to you that he was probably very excited to do this.

" Say, ah~! " You knew he was having fun when he pinched your cheek to make you open your mouth.

Well, yep, those were just eggs. I mean it was a very tasty omelet but that was it, the orange juice didn't taste any different. Probably a little too sweet, but that's it.

It was probably due to the pain you were feeling in the front of your entire face that made you very much NOT interested in eating, or maybe it was the dripping sound and the smell of blood. The thought that somehow you were sitting possibly next to a murder scene, and/or a body, and the murderer was feeding you, made you very unease.

" Try to not think too much about it, it's just the way things will be for now… Isn't it so much better this way too? We will be able to spend so much time together and I just need you to stay in the attic whenever we have "guests" over. Do you understand me? "

" With just a little bit of magic I'm about to make the house more comfortable for you, to cook you meals endlessly and I can even make you a few more outfits. I'll be sure to make the house more appropriate for a human like you. "

He petted your head after you finished the plate, kissing your forehead and letting the dishes in the sink.

" Now, let me help you get up, we'll need to give you a bath and put you in more comfortable clothes, and then we can lay down. I'm sure you're still very tired after our little surgery. "

He helped you get up and walked you towards the bathroom… You couldn't help but feel worried about what you were doing.

Wasn't this all you ever wanted? To be adored by someone who treats you so well? Didn't you feel glad you accepted his offer?

Were you a bad person for wanting this?

Well, you didn't want THIS as in- Him eating people- All you wanted was to be with him for longer…

Why did you feel really scared whenever he touched with the same gentleness but none of the softness his skin used to have? You knew running wouldn't be a good idea since you couldn't see anything, and you didn't know the layout of the house well enough to memorize where the little door was...

Right?

" You're so stiff, my love! Are you scared of walking around your own house? I promise I kept everything intact, it's my house as well you know… And besides I'll always be here to guide you while you still recover. " You felt him nuzzle his hand against your neck, cold, hard. You wondered how much he changed now that he didn't need to pretend to look a certain way for you.

Maybe it was best to not know.

" … You're so silent right now, it almost feels like I have been running my mouth for hours! I didn't know you were such a silent type. " He teased, while kissing the back of your neck gently.

It was probably your lack of spatial awareness, but he somehow seemed a lot taller- As if it took some effort to lower himself down just to kiss you.

" My head… it hurts so much.."

" Aw, I know, love, I know. It'll take a while for you to feel better but it'll be so worth it… I'll help you learn new things, like how to feel the vibrations in my web, it'll help you "see" better. Or how to read braille, or how to walk around the house carefully, or how to tell someone is planning on running away during a conversation. "

He poked the sides of your stomach, an action that was supposed to be just couple's teasing but was actually quite terrifying and painful considering how sharp his fingers were.

" You couldn't be any less obvious love. I'm sorry if I scared you, I couldn't resist. " And yet he didn't sound irritated or annoyed, it could be that he was just pretending to not care… But he sounded more amused than anything.

" I'm just teasing you, doll! Come on, don't look like that, I'm just in a good mood! You know I can't stay annoyed at you. Let's hurry up and get you cleaned, alright? "

As he carefully started to shove you inside the bathroom you wondered if he didn't mess with something in your head alongside your eyes.

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[inoreuct]

I saw, and by hell am I delighted! Zoro who’s scared of himself??? Zoro who isolates himself, because he doesn’t want a repeat??? ASIIJXNJ ino I love you

I have this image in my head of Sanji just covered in bite marks, and Zoro is just like “yes. Everyone knows he’s mine. Good” while Sanji is freaking out because “OH MY LORD I LOOK LIKE I GOT INTO A FIGHT WITH A FERAL DOG” idk man Zoro doing things and then Sanji having no clue why is fun to me

Hope your 3am writing is treating you well lol

YESSSSSS his first instinct is definitely to retreat lmao. he sits and stews in everything that happened, compartmentalises as much as he can, tries to figure out why exactly he did what and while all that’s happening he REFUSES to voluntarily seek out his nakama because he hasn’t sorted it out yet. what if it happens again? whereas the whole crew is just like. hello your first instinct is to bite a limb off anyone that comes near. and yet we collectively carried you off the deck and into the galley while you were SLEEPING and you didn’t even wake up because you subconsciously knew it was us, and you really think you’d attack us if you didn’t mean to? boy bffr.

hoo boy zoro’s possessive but also like. not. he knows sanji likes to flirt and charm and flit around like a social butterfly, and to some degree he’s fine with it— because at the end of the day, he’s who sanji comes back to. it’s all just fun, but sanji falls asleep in his bed. but at the same time… a few marks can’t hurt yk just to dissuade any possible ideas… because zoro isn’t blind. he knows sanji’s a catch. the cook is beautiful and talented and so very kind and he treats the people he loves like royalty; zoro could give you NAMES of people who would snap sanji up in a flash if he was available. so yeah; he bites. a lot. and he’ll stop if sanji actually has an issue with it but so far, beyond sanji jokingly complaining that he’s getting mauled like a chew toy? they’re all good 👌🏼👌🏼

[finniestoncrane]

Finnie ik I'm in your inbox like every two seconds but can we all agree EVERY Eddie is more than happy to be cumrag for a partner... Like some have different needs and some will fight how much they want it, but dear God are they ready to get sticky and gross

Sticky Riddlers

Riddler Headcanons fuck yeah, although i don't think they're all too keen for it! there are some of them that are just like desperate for that kind of humiliation or opportuntiy to get gross and messy or even just to be used for something at all lmao so here's the ones i think are likely to be into getting a bit sticky 💚 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: cumplay, nsfw obviously

arkham

absolutely the top candidate for this but maybe not even in a sexual way?

like he just instinctively wipes stains down his shirt, wipes his face and hands on it

so once he's finished eating you out or sucking you off whatever is left dribbling on his chin is getting smeared down his front

he wears the stains like a badge of honour, a symbol of his acheivements

he has his degrees and less-than-clean funds to show his intellectual prowess, he has his vest covered in your cum to display his other talents

dano

any and all bodily fluids please he doesn't care how they get on him but he's happy to be covered in them

blood, sweat, spit, tears, cum

he'll happily have them all smeared across his chest or his thighs

you could sit on his face and wipe yourself over his mask when you're done too if you want

as long as it's somewhere he can reach to dip his fingers into and get a taste of whatver you've left behind on him

twojar

feel like this guy is a huge fan of having you grind yourself on his thigh

like he'll make you hump out your orgasm yourself before he'll even consider touching you

and you better make sure that you leave a sticky little mess all over his pants

he better be able to feel it soaking through the fabric onto his skin, warm and wet

and he loves having you ride him and letting you spill yourself all over his abdomen

he just likes knowing you're completely satisfied, with physical evidence to prove it

zero year

he's maybe a bit hesitant to admit how much he likes being covered in your arousal

but if he was pressed, tortured to confess the truth, he'd have to confess to how much he loves being covered in you

trails, slick and glistening, all down his chest or his cheeks

smelling like you, tasting like you, long after the deed has been done

he likes to pretend he's in control and the dominant one, but tell him to get on his knees and let you smear yourself on him and he's there in a heartbeat

unburied

listen if it's not messy and sticky and the two of you aren't covered in cum and sweat and whatever else, then what was even the point?

feel free to wipe your fingers on him after you've been playing with yourself, as long as he can do the same

he's a bit of a showoff too, so however much of yourself you manage to wipe off on his shirt or pants or skin even

there's every chance he'll let those stains dry and keep wearing them even when people point them out

young justice

he'll literally do whatever you want him to do

you want to use his shirt? his tie? his face? to wipe yourself off with?

he's there, ready to clean up, at your service, dillgent and enthusiastic

i mean yeah he can be a cumrag, but he can be a little recepticle too, happy to lap up any spills

his purpose is to serve you and treat you like royalty, that's what he gets off on

[oiblackestsheep]

I wanna spam you with my birth chart lmao

Could you guess my MBTI through this please?

Spam away! Important note: I don't see your rising sign listed which is an important part of your big three, so that MAY change my analysis a bit (but you know, these guesses have only been half-accurate anyway, so honestly, not a huge deal lmao)

Cancer Placements: Sun, Moon

Sun and Moon in Cancer sounds so sweet tbh ❤️😭 You'll likely be a deeply emotional and caring person as a Cancer Sun. You'll likely value empathy and close connections with others, as well as placing a high priority on the emotional nurturing of other people through relating to them. With Cancer as the mother archetype, you may have a maternal aura about you, but it's not a surefire necessity for this placement. You may also have the tendency to be closed off with your own emotions, out of a desire to protect them - part of your motivation for treating others with sensitivity is by recognizing your OWN potential for being emotionally sensitive, so you keep your feelings close to your chest. I usually associate empathy with Fi and sympathy with Fe, so I would give a point towards Fi for this placement. As a Cancer Moon, you essentially double down on all of the above points. You experience and treat your deepest emotions in a very Cancer way, valuing sensitivity, empathy, and protection. All of the deep-rooted thoughts and opinions you form, you do so with intense emotional depth, authenticity, and you take them very seriously. These are already very Fi traits to me, but I often think of Fi when I see that the Sun and the Moon are in the same sign, because it implies that your most natural identity is in alignment with your deeper, emotional self, implying a great deal of authenticity. What you see is what you get, basically. I can also give some points towards an iNtuitive attitude, just because water signs tend to be very iNtuitive, but the difference between Ni or Ne is a little harder to tell at this point. Possible types: xNFP, xNFJ

Gemini Placements: Venus, Mars

A Venus Gemini could mean that you are attracted to Gemini traits, or you attract Gemini-coded people, meaning people with a thirst for knowledge and the ability to see two sides of the same coin. I think curiosity, and seeing things in different ways is often a trait more more associated with high Ne than any of the other perceiving functions. Gemini is a very intellectual sign and approaches ideas with a healthy level of skepticism, but still an enthusiasm for engaging with new ideas. This leaves Fi or Ti for potential judging functions, and I'm more inclined to give a point to Ti because Gemini will value logic over emotion. Still, subjective judging functions are more dominant here! A Mars Gemini could mean that you choose to take action or express your motivation or aggression in a very Gemini way. Gemini loves variety, so wanting to take action in a variety of ways could mean wanting a number of different things to do at a time, because you might get bored easily if you only have one task at a time (let alone NOTHING to do, how BORING). I actually relate to this a lot, even though I don't have this placement, Aries rules my 3rd house (Aries is to mars as the 3rd house is to Gemini). You might also express your aggression through words, more than anything else, relying on wit or sarcasm to make your points. This could be a very Fe trait, since Gemini is a social sign. Possible types: xNFP, xNTP, xNFJ

Leo Placements: Mercury

Mercury, the planet of communication, in Leo, a fixed Fire sign known for their flashiness, generosity, and pride, could mean that you have the tendency to hyperbolize things when speaking. This can be a positive or a negative trait, depending on the context, ofc! You might be able to empower and lift people up with extremely positive rhetoric, or bring people down by embellishing negative details. You may also likely speak with authority (Leo IS royalty after all lmao), truly believing that your points are the most definitive ones. You could also suffer from a hurt ego if someone criticizes your opinions on things, or feel too prideful to concede opinions that are challenged by fact. I'd give points to the Fi-Te axis based on these traits. Possible types: xxFP

Taurus Placements: Jupiter

Jupiter, the planet of abundance and expansion, in Taurus, the sign of steady determination and personal finance and delicacies could mean that you value or prioritize making money and/or having nice things by creating your own plan for financial growth (even if it takes time, actually, ESPECIALLY if it takes time), and sticking to it with dedication to ensure a good, secure life for yourself. Some might say this is materialistic of you, and they might not always be wrong, BUT, being materialistic is not as bad as some other things you could be because there is nothing wrong with wanting a comfortable life that makes you happy AND brings you security. These are Si and Te traits, if I've ever seen them. Possible types: xSTJ, xNFP

Libra Placements: Saturn

Saturn is the planet of karma that teaches you the hard lessons in life with the stipulation that if you work hard, don't cheat, and TRULY learn the lessons Saturn is teaching, you'll come out better for it on the other end. Libra is the sign of balance, justice, and "the other", ie, other people. You might find that you need to put in extra work in order to maintain balance between your own needs, and others, potentially putting others' needs far ahead of your own. You may have difficulty with making decisions, because you don't want to upset other people in the process. I would have to give a point to the Fe-Ti axis, based on these types of struggles! Possible types: xxFJ

Additional Notes

We're missing one of your big three, since we don't have you rising sign, which is unfortunate! This also means that I can't give a super accurate estimation for extraversion vs introversion without knowing if your placements are mostly above or below the horizon line. The closest thing I can do is use the 2/3 of your big three to do the estimation - since water signs are usually more introverted, and Cancer makes up your sun and moon, I'll say you might have a preference towards introversion! Time for the top 5!

INFP

INFJ

ISTJ

INTP

ENFJ

Hope this was a fun read, and Happy New Year!!

[ratioyangreal]

Thank the cheese god for spawning your pinned post.

- for sunday x luocha, for the bible vibe maybe an alternate universe where the chicken is lucifer and loucha lilith (fluff, smut, whatever)

- welt x ratio, modern au where they are adoptive parents to little mc (mayvbe make caelus and stelle twins??) and they're helping them with their homework;

Also, can you show me the way to your blog where you post sampard and bronle, I rlly need it 🙏

Ehe, no problems, no problems :D

But by the sampard/bronle ships, I meant like other people who have other blogs for them, lol. I don't have a sideblog for sampard/bronle, and I don't plan on making one rn.

anyway, hope you enjoy!

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a/n : As for the bible study ask, (I'll assume it's a Hazbin Hotel au, for the Lucifer & Lilith names), it sounds actually super cool. Headcanons cuz it's easier for me to write them for bible study lol.

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- So we all know that Sunday's the king of hell, right, but he rarely shows himself during exterminations, battles, or soul deals, or literally anything else.

- Cause this man's BUSY

- Like busy with meetings, doing more deals that gain his power, making himself unable to dethrone, etc.

- He's constantly making sure his assistants can do everything properly, running around his palace, just like.

- Ordering around his servants to do everything. Making sure they know how to do it, etc

- After he's sure no one in Hell can dethrone him,

- He just. Sleeps.

- Like just goes snmohg mimimimimi

- Obviously his bed’s like the Princess and The Pea story,

- like 5 fluffiest mattresses for him and he sleeps like a baby

- As soon as he lays down

- 💤

- (I feel like Loucha would just walk in on Sunday just passed out in bed

- And just doesn't care,

- He's just like, “oh ok my husband's asleep” and Sunday’s posing like jesus christ on the stick, closed eyes and everything.)

- (But then he wakes up because he heard the door creaking as Loucha opened it lmao.)

- Anyway, Sunday's a light sleeper and he probably locks his door whenever he sleeps too lmao.

- Just to avoid getting woken up.

- When he is awake, Loucha is either out travelling the rings of hell, or cooking something for the both of them.

- I feel like Loucha would just be like those girly girl queens that hit the slay pose every now and then /j

- anyway they're content with living like royalty and doing their own thing tbh

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a/n : For the modern au ratioyang with adopted children!cosmic twins, AAAAAAAA- I'm in love with it. Some headcanons because. Because :).

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OK SO-

- Ratio wasn't fond of the idea of adopting two kids from an orphanage at first, I mean.. they are there for a reason, right??

- Welt would probably be the one to convince him, let's say he just wants to adopt them both okay. And Ratio’s, not really interested in the idea at first.

- Because, children are a lot of work y'know

- Until,,,, Ratio finds out that they both hold a stelleron in them.

- So the two end up adopting both of them.

- He'd probably end up studying them if it wasn't for Welt smh /j

- And like, Ratio treats them like his students, strict and expecting the best manners, and grades.

- But Welt helps his partner show a bit more love to the twins, and which Ratio allows himself to actually treat them like children, his children. His and Welt's.

- (I'll assume they're in high school),

- Ratio firstly doesn't think his kids need help with studying or schoolwork,

- mainly because they've listened to both of their parents squabble over science, mathematical calculations, and other stuff related.

- So it surprises him when Caelus asks for help on chemistry.

- Obviously, he's all “You don't know how to do this? This is the most simplistic thing I've ever seen!”

- But he eventually does help him,

- (without being an egotistical ass)

- (believe it or not)

- Stelle, on the other hand, turns to Welt for help on maths.

- To which Welt happily accepts, and teaches Stelle like an actual good teacher, and makes sure she's listening and understanding.

- They both have very different ways of teaching, however both of their children end up passing their exams anyways.

- So they're both proud.

- (ratio shows caelus off to his class definitely)

- (All like “You see, Caelus is a perfect example of a good student. And you morons have to learn from him.”)

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[so-long-soldier28]

I won't try to annoy you anymore (no promises lmao) but thoughts on a royalty au where Kai is a king?

I TOTALLY MADE NOTES ON THIS AND FORGOT TO ANSWER I'M SO SORRY GJFSNFKSL Okay, but I promise, you don't annoy me AT ALL, I'm just slow! Especially on workdays; I get nothing done on those days. But yes, Kai is a king, I have some notes.

ookay, kai as a king would be a cocky lil bastard.

his ego would be way up, and he probably wouldn't be the fairest.

for a long time, he was the prince, and waited (rather impatiently) for his dad to die so he could take over.

parents were really serious about how their kingdom was ruled & they wanted to keep things that way. both were cold & emotionally distant, and his father was even more so after his mother's demise.

when kai becomes king, he doesn't change much at first, but makes a few changes just to piss the man off. over time though, especially after his dad's death, he changes things more to fit his liking.

kai would definitely have a servant, & would probably be pretty cruel to them at first, but with time, learns to enjoy their help & company.

maybe it's a mutual thing, where the servant kinda hates him, too.

but with so much time spent alone with him, he starts to see a more human side (kai starts to reveal a more human side) and they become frenemies / friends (like a merthur [merlin bbc] situation kinda, but with more hate at first).

since kai's childhood was filled with so much coldness and not much warmth, he doesn't really understand how to treat people well. on top of that, monarchies and leaderships, historically, prove that people with too much power tend to abuse that power.

it takes him a long time to learn to treat his servant as a person, not as a thing or a tool. however, when they do finally get on good terms, and even become friends, he allows the servant to better him in many ways, like in his treatment of others.

around the castle, he'd be a huge flirt.

he was a huge flirt as the prince, but it only worsens when he becomes king. the same girls he'd tease as prince, he'd tease as king, but now with even more of an attitude.

he also flirts with new girls around the castle.

others (elders, dad's servants / friends, etc.) & elder women / women he's not flirting with constantly tell him to grow up, but he has plenty of back talk prepared for every person who tells him such.

girls, however, are one big subject his servant makes a point to address. where the elders fail, he thrives, being the only person kai actually listens to. over time, he comes to objectify them less and put more focus into acquainting himself with them.

partly to find a wife, as he's supposed to do.

definitely has a temper

tends to start wars over menial things, but will hesitate going to battle over something big.

priorities aren't exactly in place.

things that are important to him aren't always the greater battle, and he has a hard time realizing what battles are expected of him to fight.

doesn't like to be told what to do. doesn't like advice, and especially doesn't like guidance from people that remind him of his father / worked alongside his father.

will more likely take the opinion of his Favorite Girl into consideration faster than he will of any of the men.

ends up marrying said Favorite Girl in a couple years & she falls pregnant rather quickly.

uncertain about children, but knows he needs an heir and his wife is really excited, so he starts to feed off that.

when the baby is born, he's suddenly, extremely protective of it.

it's a boy, like he's supposed to produce as his first heir.

elders then tell him he doesn't need any more kids because he produced an heir. (they're worried about his initial disdain for kids, plus they preferred his father's leadership much more over kai's, and don't believe the kingdom / castle needs any more mini-kais).

but he and his wife go on to have four more, all girls. neither planned for a big family, but he can't stay off her 🫣 and she loves having kids.

these are all my notes on this for now! at first i wasn't sure i'd have a lot, but the more i wrote, the more i came to love the idea. definitely need to add king AUs to my prompts list!

also, i switched back and forth between past and present tense while making my notes. (i have no idea why, or how.) but i hope i caught them all, if not, i'm sorry!

[dxncingwithastrxnger]

1. it’s been a secret for the longest time

A/N: Hey, guys!!! I've been working on this story for about a week or so, I'm so excited to finally be posting it!!! A couple of weeks ago, I became absolutely obsessed with the song inspiration for this and eventually my brain started applying it to Trilance and I'd say the result is absolutely beautiful. This is actually Chapter 1 out of at least 2 (though I might continue with more than that if people really want me to). Originally this was going to be much longer, it was actually going to include a whole smut scene which would've almost doubled the word count at least, maybe even fully doubled it, but my laptop needs to charge and I need to go to sleep, lmao. So you guys get part one now and part two sometime tomorrow!! Imma have to go back through and do some proofreading later on, but for the most part, it should be good to go!!! Happy reading!!!

Pairing(s): Tristan x Lancelot

Summary: For months now, Tristan and Lancelot have played a game of secret flirting, lustful longing, and maybe even something a bit more. But now that a certain date has finally been set, they're running out of time to decide what they want and Tristan decides he's going to finally make a move to advance things forward.

Tags: Aged up characters (somewhere around 21-24), alcohol, sexual tension, slight Guinevere bashing (💀💀), cheating/infidelity sorta (depends on how you look at it, I guess? But people have tried to come at me for not tagging cheating in the past, so, lmao)

Song Inspiration: Shameless By Camila Cabello (Highly recommend, btw)

Word Count: 4,883

Not beta'd, all mistakes are my own.

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[Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] [Chapter 5] [Chapter 6] [Chapter 7] [Chapter 8] [Chapter 9]

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Lancelot holds his breath as he waits. It's time. This is when he always shows up. Well, when they always show up, but he could care less about her. It's only him that he's concerned about. And there he is. Right on time. He watches from across the crowded club as two people come in through the front entrance. The flashing lights of the paparazzi that have followed them here were barely noticeable thanks to the heavy door blocking the club from the outside world quickly closing behind them.

A pinkette and a silverette make their way through the dancefloor slowly, stopping and talking to people, going by the bar to get their first round of drinks. Both of them are the closest thing to royalty you can get in their country, and in this club that means they are royalty as far as anyone is concerned. And they definitely live up to the title. A prince and a soon-to-be princess.

They're both beautiful. Stunning, even. They're shining stars, a picture perfect couple. The ultimate couple goals. Their life is perfect and nothing could be better. Everyone wants someone to love them like those two love each other. All anyone wants in life is to find someone who treats them as well as the prince treats the princess. That's all according to the world-wide media, anyways. But again, Lance doesn't care about anyone but the prince.

Finally, after a few minutes, they make their way over to where Lancelot is. Because of course. If they're the prince and princess, then he's a nobleman, his father being the royal advisor to the King himself, after all, if he were to continue his kingdom metaphors. He could even go so far as to say he was a family friend, though he's personally never spent much time with any of them.

"Lancelot, hello!" The princess addresses him kindly. "How have you been?"

He meets her eyes reluctantly. Not because he's afraid or intimidated by her, quite the opposite, in fact. There's just better places for him to look at right now. "I've been well, and you, your majesties?" He tacks on his little nickname for them with a playful grin.

She flushes slightly, but just shakes her head at him with a roll of her eyes while the prince beside her lets out a deep chuckle that absolutely lights Lance up inside. "We've been very well, isn't that right, my love?" The prince looks from Lance to the woman beside him as he speaks.

"Oh, yes, so much has happened recently. We must catch you up once we've finished making our round of greetings." The princess looked to be positively bursting with excitement. She then looks to the rest of his booth with curiosity and confusion, seeming to just now notice the lack of a brunette beside him. "Both of you. Where's your princess, Lance?" She questions, a mischievous spark in her eyes as she teases him with his own nickname for her.

Oh gods, don't let her hear you call her that. She would never let any of us live it down and then we'd have some real problems. He thinks with a mental sigh of exasperation. "She had a business call to attend to, I'm sure she'll be back by the time you two are." He states politely.

They both nod. "We'll be off then, see you in a few." Is called back at him as they turn and walk away. He shakes his head and turns back to the table, downing the rest of his drink in order to keep himself from staring at the Prince's backside as he walks away. He sets his glass back down and tilts his head back, closing his eyes and sighing as he sags in his seat.

The prince and princess. Tristan Liones and Isolde Connors. Son of Meliodas Taizman and daughter of Chester Connors. Chester is someone who started out as nothing more than average middle-class and managed to work his way up the ladder and into the livelihood of the rich after finding a way to create a new piece of technology that allows people to rediscover long lost memories.

Meliodas is the Mayor of the city of Liones, the capitol of our country and the biggest and most populated place in all of Britannia. He's married to the previous Mayor's daughter, so some like to say that he didn't rightfully earn his place as leader of the people, but the truth is, he had already started making a name for himself before he'd even met his current wife, through his connection with the Sin Committee.

They were a group of activists who came from out of town. They're an interesting mix of people. Each of them have their own individual cause that they wanted to focus on the most, so they'd be in charge of that topic, situation, idea, etc. But whenever there was a protest or a meeting or a vote, all the other members would gather to help out. There was 7 of them, so they each chose one of the seven deadly sins to use as a code name, which is also where their official group name came from. They gathered for all kinds of stuff. Protests, uprisings, voting polls, they made speeches and outed assholes who tried to make themselves look good. And they didn't just do it in Liones, they did it all over Britannia. Danafall, Edinburgh, Benwick. They were changemakers and they were damn good at it.

They were planning on eventually traveling out of Liones and continuing on, but then Meliodas met the mayor's daughter, Elizabeth Liones. And he decided to stay so that he could be with her, settle down and actually grow out some roots somewhere. And the rest of his group followed suit, each one finding some reason or another to stay here and build an official life for themselves. Eventually Meliodas and Elizabeth got married and not long after, Meliodas ran for Mayor as Elizabeth's father stepped down.

So, the prince. Yeah, Lance thinks it's a pretty fitting name, considering the whole damn city is named after his family. That choice of nickname definitely doesn't have anything to do with the fact that if told to, he would immediately fall to the man's feet and do whatever else was asked of him without hesitation. It definitely doesn't have to do with the fact that for months, the only constant thought in his mind is what Tristan's skin might feel like and how his lips might taste. And it definitely doesn't have anything to do with the fact that Lance has never wanted any man, any person, more than he's wanted Tristan Liones. Definitely not.

"What's up with you? Tired already?" A voice breaks him from his thoughts as the brunette slides into the booth next to him, having finished up with her phone call.

The only thing making me tired is you, Lance thinks wryly. "No, just lost in thought, thinking over some stuff." He replies, flashing her a quick half-hearted smile. "Isolde and Tristan stopped by to say hi. Isolde says she wants to tell us about some things. They should be back anytime now." He informs her.

"Oh good, it's been awhile since we've seen them, it'll be good to catch up." She states, smiling as she loops her right arm through Lance's left one and leans her head on his shoulder. Lance suppresses a sigh and places an arm around her shoulders out of obligation more than anything else, the girl under his arm sighing contentedly and snuggling closer. He grimaces, glad she can't currently see his face. Luckily, he's saved from having to linger too much on her, as Tristan and Isolde take that moment to appear once again.

"Oh, Guinevere, you're back! Lance said you would be back before we were, but I was worried when he mentioned it being a business call." Isolde admits to the woman at his side.

"Oh, it was nothing, everything is fine now." Guinevere waves her hand in front of her with an air of nonchalance.

Lance stops focusing on the women's interaction as he finally gives in to his urge that's almost instinct by now to look at Tristan. Tristan, who currently appears to be burning holes into Guinevere's arm with his eyes, glaring directly at where her arm is looped with his. Oh. Jealousy was not something seen often on the prince, but Lance is just now realizing that it is a very good look on him. Especially when it's about Lance himself.

Tristan must've felt Lance's eyes on him because his multi-colored eyes were suddenly meeting bright red. Lance's breath hitched. He was suddenly pinned by the hot spark in those green and blue irises of his. Something had changed, had finally shifted in this long game of theirs. He knew right then that tonight would be different. He didn't know how yet, but he was excited to find out, and he made sure to hold his realization and how he felt about it into his expression, with a hint of questioning. The silver-haired prince shook his head with a quick wink, just the tiniest of movements that no one would notice unless they were specifically looking for it. 'Not right now, you'll see.' Is what he was saying. Lance gave a nod in acknowledgement, another barely there movement, and smirked. Tristan is the only reason he really even continues to come here and he never disappoints, not that Lance has ever expected him to.

"So," Tristan speaks up then, clearly having paid enough attention to the other conversation happening to know when to interrupt. "Shall we head up to the lounge? It's so much easier to talk privately up there." He suggests, looking away from Lance and between the pinkette and brunette.

"Oh, yes, that sounds like a wonderful idea." Guinevere says, already getting up with her drink in hand. Lance follows suit as Isolde chimes her own agreement and the four of them head up the club's spiral stairs, the prince and princess leading the way and Lance swears that Tristan is swaying his hips slightly. Gods, he'll be the absolute death of me, Lance groans inwardly.

They enter one of the VIP lounges, the one they enter completely empty except for the bartender at the bar in the back of the room. Lance orders a second drink as the other three go sit down and he walks over to join them soon ever. When he reaches the table that they chose, he freezes for a moment. The place that was picked to sit at was a round, single booth with two spaces to enter it. On Lance's right, he could easily sit down right next to Guinevere, just like he always does, just like he should. But next to Guinevere is Isolde and next to Isolde is Tristan with an open spot right next to him and for a split second, Lance genuinely considers turning to the left and sitting next to the prince. But he catches himself and dutifully takes the spot to the right.

As he slides into his seat and places an arm across the top of the booth behind Guinevere's head, he looks to Tristan with nothing but a deep longing, finding the same emotion reflected back at him. He swallows and turns away from him, afraid he might do something stupid if he continues looking at him in that moment.

"So, Isolde? What's all this exciting news you guys have to tell us?" Lance asks as he looks at her, an eyebrow raised as he takes a sip of his drink. He notices out of the corner of his eyes that Guinevere also turns to her as she leans into his side again. He forces himself not to shift away from her.

Isolde suddenly gives out a quiet squeal. "Okay! So," She looks at Tristan for a moment before turning back to them, Lance watching as the positions of the prince and princess mirror almost exactly Lance and Guinevere's. But he doesn't think much of it as Isolde continues talking. "Tristan and I have finally gotten a date for the wedding figured out!!" She exclaims happily, positively beaming. Guinevere gasps and shares in Isolde's excitement, the two women taking a moment to ramble together.

Tristan gives out a low chuckle and Lance turns to him again, something off about the sound that escaped him. The prince seems tense, his expression tight, and it becomes clear to the blonde that his chuckle wasn't born out of any kind of amusement, though it could easily appear that way to the two others in their party, as they were barely paying him any attention in this moment. Lance's brows furrow, a slight tilt of his head asking Tristan what his reaction was for. Yeah, so they figured out a date for the wedding already. Not ideal for Tristan, he was sure, but-

"Yes!" The fakest smile he had ever seen to date plasters itself across the prince's face. "August 28th." He states. "Of this year." And right there was the answer to Lance's question. Four months. Tristan and Isolde were getting married in four months. The public had only known them to be engaged for three.

"Ohhh, an end of summer wedding will be beautiful." Guinevere says in awe.

"Oh, won't it?" Isolde coos, her hands clasping in front of her.

"In just four months, huh? That's a lot sooner than I would've expected." Lance pipes up, his eyes not having left Tristan's at all yet.

"Yes, well, Isolde just couldn't wait any longer." Tristan states. "And apparently neither could my parents. August was supposed to be a completely unavailable month. But upon hearing that August was ideal over September or November, he completely canceled all matters of business for the month. That way we could have "the pick of the lot", he said." Tristan spat out, his words getting colder as he continued, and this time it didn't seem to be for a reason that he cared to hide.

Lance's suspicions were confirmed when Isolde spoke up next. "Oh, Tristan, cut your father some slack. I know you were excited for that trip, but your father just wants to help us in any way he can." She tells him, her voice on the verge of scolding. The tone made Lance almost scoff.

Tristan looked down at Isolde with a much softer expression than he had just a moment before and smiles at her. "You're right as always, I'm sorry. Forgive my thoughtlessness." And then the prince lays a soft kiss on the princess' lips, and the young nobleman has to look away quickly at the sight. Lance takes a long drink from his glass as he surveys the rest of the lounge outside of their booth, seeing it still empty as it was before. He's about to excuse himself for a moment, needing some air, when he's stopped from doing so.

"Isolde, do you mind if I talk to Lancelot privately for awhile? Most of the rest of your announcements have to do with the wedding more than anything else and Guinevere seems a lot more interested in those details than Lance does. Plus, I feel like I should finally get to know a bit more about the man. His father is practically my uncle and yet I feel I've barely spent any time with Lancelot himself." Tristan explains to his fiance, looking at her with casual questioning.

Isolde smiles at him, believing his explanation entirely. "Of course!" Suddenly she lights up even more. "Oh! Anne should be here soon, too! Guin, have you met Anne yet? You would absolutely love her!" Isolde gushes as she looks to the brunette.

Guinevere shakes her head. "Oh, I don't think so, but if she's a friend of yours, then I have no doubt that we'll get along." She states warmly. Isolde beams at her as Tristan exits the booth to let Isolde out and Lance follows his lead, letting Guinevere out. Isolde and Tristan share a peck on the lips and Lance turns to Guinevere to do the same, knowing she'll expect it.

"Take your time, don't rush, okay? I want you to have fun with your friends. We are here for that purpose, after all." Tristan points out to Isolde.

Isolde grins and throws her arms around him in a quick hug and for a moment, the smile on Tristan's face is back to being genuine, obvious affection on his face for the woman before him. Just not the kind that it's supposed to be. "Thank you. Have fun with your new friend, Trist." Isolde says before turning and looping her arm with Guinevere's, dragging her away as the brunette waves at Lance as she goes. Once the two of them have left the lounge and headed down the stairs to go meet up with Anne, Lance turns back to the booth, seeing Tristan already sitting once again. Lance sits back down as well, both of them choosing spots that allow them to be exactly across from each other.

They both stay silent for a few minutes, simply staring at each other, both seeming to be in quiet contemplation. Then Tristan breaks the silence first. "So, when are you and your fiancé going to make an announcement? The public doesn't even know that you two are engaged yet." He points out.

Ah, yes. His fiancé. Not by his own choice, of course. He doesn't have a single romantic notion towards her. In fact, he doesn't really have any platonic ones towards her, either. Guinevere is too arrogant for her own good and has way too big an ego, not to mention her whole I-know-everything attitude. It's all just a big turn off for him. But he's stuck with her. For now, at least. She's the person that his parents chose for him. Just like Isolde is the one that Tristan's parents chose for him. Some people have said recently that arranged marriages are way too old school and going out of style, but in reality, they're just as common now as they were 200 years ago.

"I'm not an actor like you, Prince Tristan." Lance tells him with a wry smile. "Guinevere is well aware that I'm not in love with her and she doesn't want to start up the wedding process until I do fall in love with her, because, apparently, she's absolutely certain that I will eventually."

Tristan tilts his head to the side slightly. "And how do you know that I'm acting with Isolde?" He asks, a hint of teasing in his tone.

Lance raises an eyebrow at him and he chuckles softly. "Considering you look at me in ways I've never once seen you even consider looking at her, I'd say you're more likely to be in love with me than with her."

Tristan's eyes widen as soon as the words leave his mouth and Lance's do, too, once his own words register in his mind. That right there was territory neither of had even dared go into before. There's never been any communication of feelings besides lust, passion, and curiosity. There couldn't be any romance between the two, could there? He was frozen, unsure how to recover from his own suggestion.

"Well. You certainly are observant, that's for sure." The silverette seems to have recovered faster than him, though his voice is much softer than it was before.

The topic switch definitely helps. Lance locks eyes with him, pouring every ounce of want he has for the man into his eyes without a single bit of shame or hesitation. "Yes, but you already know that, don't you?" Flashes run through his mind of all the times they've checked each other out or sent silent flirtations towards each other.

From the way Tristan bites his lip, he's thinking of the same thing. But instead of replying, he slides further into the booth, until he's in the middle of the half circle. He pats the spot right beside him. "Come over here." He orders.

Lance hesitates for a moment. Not because he doesn't want to be closer to Tristan. He knows that once he moves closer, it'll be the turning point of whatever this is between them. All of this is completely new. As he noticed before, he makes note of it again. Something is different about tonight. And he has a feeling he's about to find out exactly what it is. But he hangs back a little longer. It's like when a roller coaster reaches the top but then stops for just those extra few seconds, building up the anticipation so that you feel it just that tiniest bit more when the ride finally dips and takes the drop down. And it seems his decision was the right one.

When Lance doesn't immediately come over to him, Tristan bows his head down slightly, then looks back up at Lance through his lashes, an almost shy look on his face. "Please?" The single word comes out as half whisper, half purr and Lance suddenly feels the need to adjust himself. Fuck.

Lance slides across the booth until he's right beside the prince, only about an inch of space between their bodies. He's tense now. He doesn't know what to do with himself, where to put his hands. Eventually he decides to just place them on the table in front of him. He left his drink across the table, so he just lays his hands flat on the dark wood. Then Tristan places his hand on top of Lance's and he startles slightly, sucking in a deep breath at the contact. He can hear Tristan's breath hitch beside him and he knows that he must've felt it, too. The bolt of lightning that struck through to the very core of his being as soon as their skin connected. But Tristan continues despite it.

"Just take a second to relax, okay?" He says casually in a low voice. And then he starts moving his hand across Lance's wrist and over his arm slowly, causing Lance to do the opposite of relax. It felt like electricity was coursing throughout his entire arm, spreading out from where Tristan's hand was. He watches with wide eyes as the silverette's hand reaches the crook of his elbow and starts making it's way up.

"Relax, remember?" Is whispered into his ear as he feels the slight brush of hair against his cheek. He closes his eyes as his whole body shudders.

He tries his best to follow the instruction, urging his body to relax against the seat. Then Tristan changes the position of his hand slightly, pressing the tips of his nails against Lance's shirt and then lightly dragging them against the skin over his collarbone and Lance melts. His head falls back against the top of the cushion behind him and bites his lip as the other man's palm presses flat to the spot where his neck meets his shoulder, sliding up the side of his neck and over his collarbone, until his hand finally stops, resting gently against Lance's cheek. The electricity has followed his hands path, leaving a pleasant burn in it's wake, every part of him that's been touched feeling so warm.

He slowly opens his eyes as he sits back up, looking at Tristan. The prince has a look of pure awe on his face as he stares at him, as if something Lance just did has absolutely amazed him. Lance reaches up and threads his fingers into some of the hair at the top of the prince's head and runs them through it gently. Tristan's eyes flutter closed and he hums, a pleased sound. Once his fingers reach the tips of his long hair, he brings his hand back up and mimics what Tristan did, his hand curved around his cheek. When Tristan opens his eyes again, the blue and green in them is barely visible with how wide his pupils are blown.

"Lance." He whispers, his voice shaking slightly now. "I don't exactly know what it is going on between us. What all these feelings are and what they'll lead to. I know that I want you. I want you more than I've ever wanted anybody or anything in my entire life. But," He brings his free hand up to wrap around the wrist of the hand Lance has on his face, tracing small circles into his skin with his thumb. "I feel like it's something more than that. Like even if I finally have you, I won't be able to let you go." He admits, giving Lance that same shy look as before, but with a hint of fear in it this time. Fear of what, he wasn't sure.

Lance swallows before answering. "I think I know what you mean." Is all he whispers back. He has his own theories of what it all was, but he isn't sure he's ready to confront that just yet. Tristan runs his eyes over Lance's face a few times, like he's searching for something. Then they lock eyes once again and Lance suddenly realizes that it's not Tristan's voice that's shaky. Tristan himself is trembling. Before Lance can question him, he speaks up again.

"I don't know what it is," A fierce determination sparks in his eyes and Lance is both surprised and entranced by it. "But I want to." He says just barely above his breath. "I want to-" He cuts himself off, like he's afraid of what was about to come out of his mouth.

"What is it?" Lance asks him. "What do you want to do?" He brings his other hand up to cup Tristan's other cheek gently, looking at him pleadingly. Somewhere deep down, he knew exactly what the prince wanted, because he wanted it, too, but he needed to hear him say it first.

Tristan leans into his touch and lets out a sound close to a whimper. "I want to find out together. You and I. We could do it, you know. Because you were right. Of course you were. Isolde has never been anything more than a sister to me, a friend. I hate the idea of marrying her and everything that's meant to come with it. Tomorrow, I can break things off with her. Tell my parents that there's someone else. I don't care how mad they get at me. And then you and I, we can take this however far it goes, as long as you do the same. We can make our own choices for once instead of just always doing what everyone else wants us to." His own eyes are pleading now and the fear is even more evident. Lance realizes that the fear is of rejection. That his proposal will be brushed off and turned away from.

"And what would your choice be, Prince Tristan?" He asks, his own voice trembling.

"As of right now, my choice would be you, Sir Lancelot." Tristan says with certainty.

"What if I don't want that?" Lance asks him. Not because he's considering no. Not at all. Only because he's curious as to what the alternative is.

Tristan leans in slightly, taking his hand from Lance's wrist and reaching up to run a thumb down his temple and over his cheekbone before his hand lands on his jaw and stays there. "Then we won't continue this any further. I couldn't handle doing anything more if you don't want the same as me. But it's your choice. Kiss me right now and I'm yours. Walk away from me right now and we'll never be this close again, everything we've been doing will stop."

Lance looks at him. The answer was clear as soon as the idea left Tristan's pretty pink lips. Leave Guinevere and the stupid arranged marriage behind in order to pursue Tristan and see where the feelings between them go? It wasn't even a question. Lance gives him a grin. "Stupid of you to think that I could ever walk away from you." He tells him. And then Lance is crashing his lips against Tristan's.

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A/N: So, how is it so far??? Did you guys like it?? Cause I honestly loved writing this. I love these boys sm and this AU was really fun to come up with. You guys will get the rest tomorrow!!! Please, lemme know all your thoughts on this!!! I hope you enjoyed it!!!! Love y'all 💜💜💜

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Slappy celebrating Hanukkah cause Peter Lorre was Jewish

This is so cute! I wonder why I hadn't thought of this before? I can see it.

You know this had me thinking about how religions/religious holidays function underwater because it seems like they swap from treating their Greek deities like royalty or if they actually worship them. They only celebrate Christmas because Sandy introduced it to them. But at the same time there was the episode Farmerbob where Sponge Bob makes a reference to a Bar Mitzvah. This reminds me of someone's fan theory but that's a story for another time.

As for Slappy, I was wondering if he would discover it from finding some books in Nosferatu's private library then introducing it to the citizens of Bikini Bottom (kinda like how Spongebob did in Christmas Who) but then I had a better idea.

Slappy has many pals in the cemetery, I'm sure he can regularly visit his deceased family members and ask them stuff. I can fully picture Slappy talking with his great great great grandmother and her telling Slaps about how she was swimming in the sea one day when suddenly the ocean split in half, basically telling Slappy the lore. Lmao

I can still picture him sharing with his pals in Bikini Bottom. Unfortunately the only people he is close enough to tell is Nosferatu, Slippy, and the guys rotting underground. Still, it's good enough for him💖

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i love hearung people infodump about stuff wven its stufg idk pleasr peladeplelfeldmf dies

( the angel apologizes for the late response to uur ask . it's been more than a week .oops . it's okay though because this infodump is HELLA LONG. /SRS )

i adore ppl who listen to infodumps > < /p gen

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infodump about an oc

so, then, let me tell uu about the story of the half demon and the human she loved. (aka my demon Slayer ocs doomed Yuri )

this infodump is gonna require some prior knowledge to demon Slayer tbh > < I'm too lazy to explain details that are specific to the demon Slayer series Soz ... also my autocorrect might randomly capitalize Slayer so just ignore that

so let's introduce the characters !!

KAGUYA UBUYASHIKI

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kaguya's name above links her playlist that i made a few yrs ago !! the playlist is quite old and i don't add new songs to it as much but i quite love it a lot > < i think the songs suit her well so there's no reason to change anything

at the start of the canon series (like lets say kaguya is in the story because thats how i wrote it lmao) Kaguya is 25 years old. as her surname "ubuyashiki" implies, she's an adopted member of the ubuyashiki clan. her mother was a pillar (a pillar of what, I'm not sure yet ahaha...) who disappeared before kaguyas birth, and left the infant Kaguya at the doorstep of the ubuyashikis. they decided to take her in and raise her alongside kagaya ubuyashiki, the head of the demon Slayer corps at the start of the series. Kaguya is 2 years older than kagaya. she is also his only surviving sibling as the rest of their siblings committed suicide years ago (canon fact i read just now lol)

she doesn't know much about her mother, and only knows her mother through the stories that others tell about her. unfortunately, due to their line of work, those who knew her mother end up dying until she's the only one carrying her mother's memory. there rumors though that her mother had an affair with a demon right before giving birth to kaguya

Kaguya hopes to find her father one day. how she will do it, what would she do (ask him why it had to be her mother, ask him about her mother, kill him, form a relationship with him, etc.); she doesn't know.

fun fact about her father: originally she was going to be the daughter of muzan kibutsuji. because this was a common trope i did before, i made ocs who were the daughters of villains. i didn't really regard the villains as parental figures because i was in love with them, but i suppose i enjoyed the family dynamic this trope would have. it was interesting to imagine the villain parent as being softer and kinder to their daughter (if they were on the same side [kaguya would not have been on the same side as muzan, obviously]), their daughter being spoiled, treated like royalty, and inheriting the same villainous traits from their parent(s)... i actually did have another oc who was muzan's daughter, although she didn't exist in the same "universe" as kaguya lolz

... looking back at my childhood and family history i can see why i was so in love with this trope

anyways. Kaguya harbors a secret that she doesn't hide well, so most people are aware of it, but out of respect no one accuses her of anything. Kaguya might just be a half demon half human (okay well take out the word "might" because she IS). she exhibits great inhuman strength and speed, she can heal quickly from any injury (it's not as fast as the regular demons' regeneration, but she can survive injuries that humans would usually die from. she recovers quickly from injuries and never gets sick. healers love her. literally. i used to ship her with shinobu.) she's also allergic to sunlight and wisteria. she gets severe rashes when she stands under the sun for too long and her body temperature rises quickly when she's outside. hence, she wears a wide brimmed hat to protect from the sun. i also think she would wear her universe's version of sunscreen. she also feels nauseous around wisteria. heaven knows what would happen if she ingested it.

she's sort of a prodigy when it comes to being a warrior/fighter. she began having rigorous training to fight demons since she was 8 and since then she has become a high profile demon Slayer. (that age might change... it used to be 6 but i thought 6 was too overkill lol. that's really young isn't it. she should be at the playground /ref)

I'm a bit undecided about what her breath style should be. it used to be breath of the Phoenix (based on the song the Phoenix by fall out boy) and i have a design of Kaguya with red robes which would fit that breath style more, but I've grown used to purple robes Kaguya! i know i could have Kaguya use breath of the Phoenix while wearing purple robes, but robes are often symbolic of a slayer's breath style, and purple robes just don't really give Phoenix vibes.

Kaguya with red robes ! i use this design in an AU of kaguya's story. i won't go into the AU in this post but all one needs to know is: it's based on moon knight. because i just so happened to have a moon knight phase around the same time i was really obsessed with kaguya's story

another breath style Kaguya could use though is wisteria breathing. i just thought of this recently so it's a wip idea, but it could be interesting bc wisteria breathing is strong against demons but it will also hurt her. wisteria and all that. it feels symbolic of her as a character as well.. somehow

anyways, Kaguya is aloof, keeps her distance from others, acts invulnerable and cold, although she has moments of warmth and can still show kindness to others. she prefers that others do not get to know her on a personal level and keeps everything professional. her brother and her 1 or 2 friends encourage her to loosen up and they've tried everything to get her to socialize with others.

she's desensitized to her pain and others'. the corps often gives her the hardest jobs simply because she's one of their best fighters, so she's used to long battles (and winning). she's not cocky when it comes to fighting, but she certainly knows that she will eventually win. she rarely shows fear. she knows that a scared warrior is not what people need.

obviously she has a dash of trauma added to her character.

i realized Kaguya is extremely similar to mizu from blue eye samurai. i didnt intend fur that—kaguya was made AGES before BES was released, but i think that's really cool lol

RISA AKAGI

kaguyas childhood friend who died at 25. she was a demon Slayer of a high rank, just like her dear friend. came from a rich family with parents that loved her; sadly they never understood her deep down. they didn't understand her dreams to pursue creative arts like writing and music. instead they wanted her to marry so they can become more wealthy.

her parents did arrange a marriage for her, but they lost their wealth anyway. and soon enough, risa lost her husband and her family.

risa was used to dealing with expectations. her peers often viewed her as a perfect unattainable standard. someone to watch and be jealous of. someone to compare themselves to.

she was a practical person who kept calm often. a lot of people liked her and thought she was easy to get along with. she always knew what to do, how to behave, to get people to like her and do what she wanted them to do. many people in her circle liked to act as if they know her well/personally/deeply but she's a guarded person who knows how to keep people away, just like kaguya. the difference between them is that risa can fool people into believing they're closer than they actually are

i actually never thought of what risa's breath style would be. kaguya was her main mentor when she was in training so maybe she developed a breath style based on kaguyas? like early on she was using a common breath style but ended up developing one similar to kaguyas. I'll think about it further though.

that's all i can say about risa.

so what's their story anyway?

their first meeting was when they were children (eight and eleven, risa is 3 yrs older). it was a short meeting, almost unremarkable, although they kept thinking of their meeting bcz they wanted to meet each other again very badly. their wishes were granted and they meet again as teenagers (14, 17). this time theyre able to form a friendship and oh, how close they become. it's like a once in a lifetime bond. and speaking of lifetimes they feel like they know each other from a past life.

^ note I'm not tryna be weird about this, they didn't develop feelings for each other until they were both adults/chronologically 20-somethings. Kaguya physically matures faster due to being half demon so physically she looks about risa's age if not older. she doesn't act like a regular young person either due to her life experiences. i made their ages like this to emphasize how she is stronger in terms of physical power despite being younger.

they are inseparable... except for complications in their life that do separate them. one, as they grow up, risa's marriage to an older man is arranged. as a result she doesn't have as much freedom to do what wanted (ie, hang out with Kaguya) like before. they find their ways though, don't worry. a bit after their marriage, risa's family loses their wealth somehow and they're forced to move to a small very rural town

two, Kaguya obviously has to hide her true life from risa. keeping such a huge secret causes fights and other troubles between them but what else is she to do? she just can't tell a regular civilian about the demon Slayer corps and demons at all . she wants to keep risa safe too so she has to tell her Absolutely Nothing

all of that becomes for nothing though when a demon attacks risa's family, killing her parents (and siblings that live with them, if i decide to give her siblings. i should give her siblings), her husband, and her husband's family too probably. but basically a lot of people are dead. Kaguya arrives and kills the demon, but at that point only risa was the survivor. Kaguya tells her about demons and demon slayers, and risa chooses to enlist in the corps.

when risa enlists, she's 20 and chronologically Kaguya is 17. of course she hasn't really properly ENLISTED yet because she has to go through the final selection ! ( i kinda find it funny that they call it the "final selection" when there's no other selection process for demon slayers other than this, but it's also kind of a final thing in the way that many people Die from it ) so risa moves to kaguya's estate and trains for three years before entering the final selection. obviously she survives and passes with flying colors because she was trained only by the best (kaguya <3). she became friends with the people she saved/helped in the final selection too

so now at 23, risa is a demon slayer! things go quite well in her career. she goes on pair missions with kaguya at first so that risa's safety is ensured and she doesn't have a hard time. risa is worried she actually isn't that good of a demon slayer and at some point she hates relying on kaguya during pair missions, thinking that her success is only because of kaguya and not because she has any skill at all.

aside from that risa also tries to deal with the trauma of losing her family and the mental and physical strain that comes with training and fighting demons. she's terrified that she too will lose her life one day but when she fights alongside kaguya she feels safe, and when she goes home to kaguya after a successful solo mission, she's determined to do her best fighting demons for the rest of her life so that she's happy when she dies

but then she thinks, does she really want to do this for the rest of her life?

kaguya thinks of the same thing too, because before this she was fine being a simple weapon for the corps. a weapon with no friends, no connection to this world, and no real passion in life. she's so strong, obviously she's meant to be a demon slayer, right? but being with risa causes her to rethink everything and what she truly wants

the two of them discuss if they want to retire when they're a bit older. get a nice house in the countryside and live together, raise livestock, and live a calm life where they never think about their missions and they never have to raise a sword against a demon again

,,, well

one day, risa goes on a solo mission and doesn't come back. kaguya knows where she went so she searches the whole place for her, and searches even farther, but none. she tells corps workers stationed in nearby locations to keep an eye out for risa, she searches every week for her, but she doesn't see her nor hear from her for months. she doesn't even find a dead body

what she does find, a few months later, is risa turned into a demon. she would find out later too that demon!risa had already killed a few humans in their time apart. demon risa has no memory of her life as a human, so her first instinct upon seeing kaguya is to attack her. risa is quite strong as a demon. it hurts kaguya to see risa fight with a variant of the same techniques she used when she was still a human

kaguya wants to save her, she wishes there was an ending to this battle that didn't involve risa's death, but she's relentless in her attack. it was either risa died or kaguya died

so she's slain by kaguya. let me just copy paste this line from my notes:

"as her head gets chopped and falls off, one moment from her human life flashes before her eyes. a blurry memory of her and kaguya sitting in kaguya's estate, drinking tea and enjoying the afternoon sun. the memory constantly changes shape and briefly morphs into other memories that she can't process, and it feels like a scene playing from far away. like a memory that isn't hers. risa doesn't think this is from her memory at all, due to the blurriness and transience of it. she dies facing the sky and a single teardrop falls from her eye."

risa was 25 when she died. kaguya was chronologically 23

as one can guess, this whole ordeal traumatized kaguya even further than she is already traumatized. poor thing. all of this would have taken place 3yrs before the main story (so kaguya would be 25 too when the main story would roll around)

okay, so what really happened to risa on the night she disappeared during the mission anyway? how did she become a demon?

i don't have a LOT of details sorted out, but basically she was wounded and super duper hurt during the fight, the demon she's fighting offers to turn her into a demon (i'm guessing she should've been fighting a demon moon then... oohh what if she thought she was fighting a regular demon but then a demon moon shows up and offers to turn her??) obviously she declines the offer but in the end she gets forcefully turned into a demon. so yeah !

i would also like to note that in this story, the demon slayers are aged up just a little bit. i'm sure it makes sense to someone that a lot of demon slayers are young—because they die before they can grow old— but a part of me was unsatisfied with that! so a lot of the pillars are in their early to mid 20s, with the exception of muichiro who is 17, tengen who is 31 (this bitch is 23 originally wtf??, and gyomei who is 44 (HE IS 27 I THOUGHT HE WAS IN HIS 40S)

thats all i have to share i think. thank GOD its all over now /s if one has somehow made their way to the end and read everything in this ramble, comment uur fav video game or something .

aaaaaand thats the end of kaguya ubuyashiki and risa akagi's wonderful backstory and their happy ending.

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JINGER BABES!!! Hi hello hi, you know what I'm gonna ask about!!

Ahem

DND OCS

ATLA AU

MAGIC PEGASUS AU

I need these like I need air thank you.

Omg pint babe I would love love love to tell you about these!!!!! Buckle up for a very long post haha!

Play the WIP game with me here!

DND Ocs

Omg so I have been DYING to tell someone about them in detail cause the campaign I've been playing is with some of my closest friends and unfortunatly I can't tell them ANYTHING 'cause we aren't done yet. So, let me tell you about Themong and Chairion.

They're both tieflings (I commissioned @fortheloveofexy to draw them and they turned out amazing ;-;) that were raised together in a cult worshiping the goddess of necromancy. At eleven years old, Themong discovered his unique ability to directly communicate with said goddess, and as a result he was forced into a leadership position from that moment on. He grew up with far too much responsibility on his shoulders and with the mindset that his goddess' word was law and that he should always listen to her first and foremost. Despite his new role, he and Chairion remained very close, and Chairion was the only one that didn't treat Themong like royalty. They were simply friends despite everything.

Tragedy struck the kingdom they lived in when it became engulfed in a war. In desperation, the queen of the kingdom reached out to the cult powerful in necromancy magic for assistance. The final decision was left to Themong, as it always was, and he turned to his goddess for help. However, for the first time in his life she told him this was a choice that he had to make alone, and he was lost, only thinking about the fact that if he agreed he could loose his friend. As a result, he decided to do nothing. The war was quick, and within a day the cult was destroyed by soldiers from the warring kingdom, resulting in everyone scattering and becoming separated.

Feeling tremendous guilt, the only reason Themong survived was because of Chairion. They wandered the destroyed kingdom they once called home for years, alone and separated from everyone else. As the years passed, they slowly went from simply friends to something more, developing a physical relationship that never went further. In the end, on one random night, Chairion approached Themong to admit to him that he'd completely lost the faith he'd grown up with. They have an argument that night that resulted in a destroyed friendship and them going their separate ways, meeting each other only one other time to fight to the death that they both give up.

And thus far, they haven't met in the campaign again yet but Chairion's presence has been heavily hinted at and I'm just waiting for it. I'm in the process of completely writing out their backstory because I'm obsessed with it lmao. Thank you for asking Pint and I'm sorry this was so long haha!

ATLA AU

SO I've gotten so into ATLA again and couldn't help but make my own au. Here's a snidbit I wrote ages ago for it:

"So," Matt began. Neil already knew what was coming, but he wished that people would be blunt about it like Wymack had been, or simply wouldn't ask at all. "You're a refugee," Matt continued.

"Mmhm," Neil hummed, pretending to be busy shoving another spoonful of soup into his mouth.

"And you're from the Earth Kingdom?"

Neil nodded, taking his sweet time finishing up the food he'd eaten, and waited for Matt to ask what everyone in the room wanted to know. He exchanged looks with Dan once, then hesitated for too long, prompting Allison to huff and spit it out. "What happened to you?"

"Colony village got erased," Neil explained with a shrug. "Nothing special."

Thankfully, nobody in the group seemed shocked or gave Neil a pitying look like others he'd run into had. There were some small parts of the world that managed to go untouched by the war, blissfully unaware that the slightest opposition could mean absolute destruction. Then again, everyone here had to have experienced exactly that, or they wouldn't be a Fox.

"And the scar?"

The only reason Neil tensed was because it was Andrew who asked the question. He slowly turned his head to face Andrew, feeling himself frown despite himself. Though he looked as though he was lounging against a nearby rock, both of Andrew's feet were firmly placed in the ground as though he couldn't keep himself from already taking a fighting stance. It made goosebumps flare up on Neil's skin and a chill go down his spine, but he wasn't sure why. 

"Ran into a Fire Nation Commander," Neil managed to get out once he remembered how to move his tongue.

The answer was good enough for everyone else judging by the subtle gasps Neil heard, but he didn't break eye contact from Andrew, whose head tilted so minutely that nobody else had to have seen it. But Neil did, and now he could feel adrenaline running through his veins, the familiar feeling of running trying to move his body.

But Neil couldn't run. He'd come here to stop doing that, after all.

Later, when dinner was finished and everyone began heading to their rooms for the night, Neil found himself cornered against his door by Andrew. He wasn't surprised. "Do you have any idea how easy it would be to sink you into the ground and leave you there?" Andrew asked.

"Yes," Neil said. He fumbled when he felt his feet sink into the stone he was standing on, arms flying to his sides to keep balanced.

"Lie after lie after lie," Andrew tutted, tapping one foot on the ground and causing Neil to slip further down, until the two were at eye-level. "Your sob story won't work on everyone, Neil."

"It was the truth."

"Pieces of it were," Andrew agreed. "Nobody here will care who you really are so long as you're not a spy."

Neil sucked in a breath and had to hold it so as to not let the fire roaring in his body escape. He knew that had to be what Andrew wanted to happen, and the one thing stalling the panic growing inside him was the fact that Andrew wouldn't be able to get away with killing him. "I'm not a spy," Neil said, looking Andrew in the eyes as he did so. They were hazel, but a trick of the lightmade them glow gold momentarily, almost like a Fire-Bender's would.

After a second, Andrew blinked and Neil found himself suddenly standing on solid ground again, slightly disorienting him for a minute. Andrew began to slowly walk around him, still staring. "I can feel vibrations in the earth," he explained as he went. "I can feel where everyone in the Foxhole Court is. I can feel every breath you take. I can even feel every beat your heart makes."

Neil stiffened. He wasn't sure if Andrew was lying to scare him or not, because he'd never heard of an Earth-Bender capable of that, but he couldn't take the risk. The Earth Kingdom had always been the Fire Nation's greatest opponent because of benders like Andrew, after all.

"Your heartbeat quickens when you lie," Andrew said, finally walking away. "Make sure to consider that the next time you open your mouth."

When he was finally gone, Neil let out the breath he'd held and saw a tiny puff of smoke. He managed to move after another moment, walking into his room and leaning against the closed door, thoughts consumed by the fact that Andrew only let him live because he hadn't been lying about being a spy. Then again, the truth was more complicated than he'd ever know.

Magic of Pegasus AU

It's exactly what it sounds like. Ever watched Barbie: the magic of Pegasus? Yeah so I thought it would be funny if Aaron was cursed to be a Pegasus, and then it spiraled from there with Andrew seeking revenge on Riko and with finding a way to turn his brother back, becoming so consumed by it that Aaron leaves and Andrew's memories of him get erased until Riko suddenly returns a year later. Also, I thought Neil would perfectly fit Aiden's personality. I haven't actually written anything for it yet but this is a completely self indulgent fic I wanna do haha.

[dreamwritesimagines]

It’s CMA-

Let’s be real: for the rest of their lives, Ben will always have a trump card over Anthony in arguments because of Lottie. And anytime anthony goes to scold him for something, even if it’s unrelated, Ben will totally go ‘how would your wife feel about this?’ and/or ‘and to think that I gave you my approval to marry Lottie and this is how you treat me?’

Idk I’ve probably said this before but it just delights me lol

(insp by the ask where you mentioned that it wasn’t common for couples to show PDA and the idea of Ben and clover showing PDA and getting in trouble)

(bonus I’m kind of embarrassed that I know this, but when Harry and Meghan got married my sister made me watch a stupid documentary about them and one of the things was that it made the news headlines when the two of them (I forget, either kissed or held hands) in public and it was super scandalous to the British media because apparently royals never show PDA or whatever. Idk but apparently the royal-obsessed media still has those standards…………)

(The documentary was like ‘before this, royal couples were barely seen standing next to each other, much less showing affection’. It was so stupid.) (sorry to anyone who likes royal culture, I just really don’t lmao)

Lolll oh when Anthony gets together with Lottie...😂 You're totally right, Benedict would so use that 😂

I don't really know much about the whole royalty gossip stuff except Harry's book and my friend sent some...like, quotes to me and it's just-nope 😂

It's the 21st century and people are still scandalized over a couple HOLDING HANDS!?

[perdidosbucky-yyo]

Navy each chapter is better than the last!!! 😍😍

(I apologize in advance for the long reblog)

This group of friends are... Intense to say the least

You also wondered who painted the lone piece of art that hung above his desk. A black dahlia, symbolic of sadness or betrayal.

I need to see that painting!! Wdym our bucky is sad 😭 who tf betrayed him so I can beat them up😤

Your eyes widened as he stood, his stature as booming as his voice before he bowed. He actually bowed to you. “Are the rest of you not standing? Fowler, Wilson, on your feet with Rogers. This is not just a woman, this is Barnes’s woman. Show her some respect.”

This made me kick my feet like a little girl lmao I love that Thor know how to treat royalty 😏 plus it really let's you know Barnes is a fucking king in his world 🥵

“Future Queen does have a nice ring to it. Maybe I can buy you a tiara,” Bucky smiled. The men chuckled in unison, with the exception of Ray.

Why does this make me nervous and happy at the same time? Jsjsjs I love them already 😅

You wanted to scream how you weren’t okay at all and how terrifying the entire situation was, but Bucky took your hand before you could answer and kissed your fingers. It somehow soothed a bit of the nerves.

Your heart thumped against your ribcage and the gentleness of Bucky’s hand on your cheek startled you.

Screaming crying and throwing up!!!! How is this the perfect balance between sweet and messed up 😭😍

“It really is nice to see the future wife in person.” Nick gave you a quick once over, but there was no judgment, unlike that jerk at the bar. “I can see exactly why he broke into your place just to talk to you.”

Bucky rubbed your back when you coughed.

S-hort- short- circuiting, Why does this give me butterflies?? I can't get over the fact that Bucky keeps soothing her

It would've been easy to feel hollow to it all as Bucky wove himself into your life. Was it just control he sought? Or did he want to be in as much of life as possible so you couldn't forget him if you tried? No matter where you went, where you looked, who you saw, it would now trace back to him. Like he wanted everything to begin and end with him.

I would like to believe that everything she's thinking is true, he does want control but because he's unbelievably and irrevocably in love with her, two sides of the same coin you could say.

Bucky stood up to shake the man’s hand and you suddenly missed his warmth.

😩Fjfsjdbsn!! We are in troubleee🎶

“That should've been your first clue that she was special. Everyone else down there has to abide by a dress code, but not her. That’s how much power she has.

👁️👄👁️ I mean I knew this, but I'm still in awe of this man

“Don't look,” he whispered.“

I don't know if I can do this,” you whispered back. You were trying to stay calm, but this…

“Yes, you can. Just breathe. In and out,” Ray urged.

Ok I officially love Ray🥺

“We taught him a lesson.” Bucky flexed his fingers with a sigh. “I have an abundance of patience for you, it's less so with people who are disrespectful and vulgar with you.”

BUT BUCKY BARNES IS MY MAN 😍😩

Hold You Tight: Part 8

Pairing: Club Owner!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Fic Summary: The owner of The 107th wants you to be his girl whether you like it or not.

Part 7 | Series Masterlist | Part 9

Chapter Summary: You talk with some of Bucky's friends and witness what happens to someone who disrespects you.

Chapter Word Count: Over 5.2k

Chapter Warnings: DARK AU, tension, mention of stalking, inner conflict, insecurities, manipulation, possessiveness, violence (not against reader), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?), more warnings to come.

A/N: More Hold You Tight and thank you for your patience! Hope you lovelies continue to enjoy. Bucky edit by the beautiful @nixakimbo . ❤️ Beta read by the lovely @whisperlullaby , but any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

You didn’t respond to the comment and did your best to ignore the stares from the others. Intrigue filled their eyes and you suddenly felt as if they placed you under a microscope. Being the center of Bucky’s attention was smothering, but the weight of their gazes settled so hard in your chest that you worried you wouldn’t breathe properly again.

You looked around in the hopes it would distract you. A nice office, just as you expected. A high ceiling like his penthouse, but with carpet instead of a marble floor. The dark, expensive desk and furniture added to the vibe, powerful and ominous. A bookshelf along one wall lined with books reminded you that Bucky really liked to read. You also wondered who painted the lone piece of art that hung above his desk. A black dahlia, symbolic of sadness or betrayal.

Why that flower?

The wall to your left pushed that thought away. Monitors took up the top half and displayed various parts of the club. You weren’t sure why it took you by surprise, especially since he mentioned seeing you in the VIP section. The man was a control freak. At the same time, the club belonged to him and he certainly wouldn’t be the first business owner to have eyes and ears everywhere around his place.

“Quick introduction before we get into specifics,” Bucky said, nodding around the room. “Thor Odinson, Nick Fowler, Sam Wilson, and Steve Rogers.”

A large blonde with long hair clapped his hands together. “Finally! The future Queen of The 107th! And a beautiful one at that. It’s a pleasure.” Your eyes widened as he stood, his stature as booming as his voice before he bowed. He actually bowed to you. “Are the rest of you not standing? Fowler, Wilson, on your feet with Rogers. This is not just a woman, this is Barnes’s woman. Show her some respect.”

“I swear, you aren’t from this world,” a brunette in a sharp black suit mumbled, but got to his feet along with the others. The unexpected gesture stunned you into silence. “We were starting to wonder if you stood us up.”

“Took a bit of convincing to get her here, Nick,” Bucky explained, making you bite your tongue when he kissed your temple. “She wanted a quiet night.”

The handsome man had a menacing glint in his brilliant blue eyes. “And how exactly did you convince her?”

“You know, you can all sit back down,” you cut in. “There’s no reason to stand just because I’m here,” you added, though you appreciated Thor’s genuine enthusiasm. It was kind of endearing.

“Nonsense. You’re all he speaks of, so you are a Queen in our eyes,” Thor said.

“Future Queen does have a nice ring to it. Maybe I can buy you a tiara,” Bucky smiled. The men chuckled in unison, with the exception of Ray.

Hyenas.

Whatever expression you had on your face made Bucky frown. “Are you okay?”

You wanted to scream how you weren’t okay at all and how terrifying the entire situation was, but Bucky took your hand before you could answer and kissed your fingers. It somehow soothed a bit of the nerves, which wasn’t fair since he was the one who tangled you in this web in the first place. “Just not used to so much attention,” you admitted.

“Let’s sit,” Bucky suggested, leading you to the remaining empty sofa. Instead of giving you space, he kept you at his side once you both sat. Was it a display of ownership in front of everyone or did he just want you right beside him? “Ray, bring her some water.”

Your heart thumped against your ribcage and the gentleness of Bucky’s hand on your cheek startled you. It was different on the club floor. Even with his men teasing you, there were tons of others around. Here in the office, the spotlight was solely on you. All because Bucky wanted you. Otherwise, you’d be invisible.

“I’ll have you home soon,” Bucky whispered, grounding you with the reminder that you didn't have to stay all night. “Just a little bit longer.”

“Told you it was too soon to bring her here,” the dark-eyed gentleman beside Thor spoke, a mildly sympathetic look on his face. “But, no, you never listen to me.”

“And I told you where to shove your opinion, Sam,” Bucky snapped, thanking Ray in a softer tone when he placed a bottle in your hand. At least you knew it wasn’t drugged or tampered with since you had to open it yourself.

“So, Barnes tells us you work with flowers?” Thor questioned.

You nodded, not sure if it should bother you that he spoke about your job or impressed that his friends took the time to remember. “Yeah, I’m a florist. I enjoy it.”

“That is a lovely profession. He also mentioned you occasionally bring flowers to the local hospital at no charge,” Thor continued before the others gave him a look you couldn't decipher. “We do not see a lot of kindness like that around here.”

“Yeah, I sometimes…” you trailed off when you noticed Bucky’s jaw clench. It wasn’t something the two of you talked about during your date, but he clearly knew. You’d have to revisit this conversation later. “Bucky, why don't you tell me about your friends?” You suggested. Anything to take the focus off you.

Bucky blinked and gave you a smile after a moment. “Sure. Years ago, Steve decided to drag me to a veteran support meeting after we served, which is how I met Thor and Sam. They invest in real estate,” he explained. “Sam focuses more on the commercial end and Thor on homes.”

The military background didn't surprise you. Brotherhood. Loyalty. Respect. There was an unmistakable bond there.

“Wilson and I were just discussing our newest acquisitions before you walked in,” Thor said, tilting his glass toward you. “Barnes didn't tell us you lived in such a nice area.”

Your stomach tightened with nerves. “Excuse me?”

Sam looked like he was considering his words when Thor’s gaze flickered to him. “Bucky may have mentioned a property or two in that neighborhood that might be a good investment. He’s right.”

Your gaze jerked to the man holding you. His lips curled, knowing and unashamed. His promise to have you out of your home… “Is my apartment building one of those properties?”

Bucky shrugged. “It might be.”

Your heart gave a hard thud. If he was serious… If his friend bought the building… No, he couldn’t do that to you.

“Nick deals with investments, too, but he focuses more on businesses over real estate. We actually introduced him to Bucky,” Sam said, effortlessly shifting the conservation back to the group. He seemed nice, but how nice could he be if he was Bucky’s friend?

“It really is nice to see the future wife in person.” Nick gave you a quick once over, but there was no judgment, unlike that jerk at the bar. “I can see exactly why he broke into your place just to talk to you.”

Bucky rubbed your back when you coughed. Nick was almost as nonchalant about the situation as Bucky was. “So, everyone really is aware that he’s a stalker,” you said.

“He prefers to think of himself as passionate or intense.”

“Pay no attention to him,” Bucky advised.

Nick simply smirked. “I was giving her a compliment.”

“Jax and Hal have already hit on her and I don't need you bothering her, too.”

“I’m not bothering her. Maybe you're the one bothering her.”

“Please don't have to talk about me like I'm not here,” you interrupted. Wanting to be invisible was one thing, but you wouldn't be treated as such.

You shut your mouth when everyone looked your way, but relaxed when all the men laughed again. “I like you,” Nick said. That brought a small smile to your face. It wasn't like you wanted the people in Bucky's life to like you, but it was nice to see that others weren’t phased by his power.

Bucky shot him a look for a split second before the latter put his hands up. “I don’t like her that way. We all know she's your girl,” he promised before looking at you again. “But I do like your spirit. It's good for him.”

Bucky shifted his gaze back to you adoringly as you shrank back into the sofa. “Thanks,” you whispered.

“And since you’re here, I wanted to ask what you think I should get Brady and Addison for their upcoming wedding,” Nick smirked again, but it was much softer this time. “I asked Bucky, but he thought I should ask you since you're so close to them.”

A chill ran over you. How did… “Nick,” you whispered, recalling your earlier conversation with Addison. “You’re Brady’s new boss, aren't you?”

“Smart girl.” he smiled, impressed. “I’m a boss of sorts. He’s a hard worker. Loves his fiancé. I hope they're enjoying their dinner.”

“Check their registry. Everything they want is there,” you said as evenly as you could manage, wishing you had the strength to bolt from the room.

You swallowed back the urge to get sick as Bucky rubbed your side. This wasn't just meeting his friends. This was a not-so-subtle way to tell you that you weren't getting away from him. And how could you? There was a chance that Sam bought your building. Nick had a way to get to people you cared about. And Steve showed up at your job, one of your only safe-havens. What was next?

It would've been easy to feel hollow to it all as Bucky wove himself into your life. Was it just control he sought? Or did he want to be in as much of life as possible so you couldn't forget him if you tried? No matter where you went, where you looked, who you saw, it would now trace back to him. Like he wanted everything to begin and end with him.

You looked toward Ray, but he looked at the floor. Sighing, you shook her head. You were all alone. “So, Bucky knows how to get into my home and pretty much knows everywhere I go. Sam or Thor might be buying the building I live in. Nick is working with someone close to me. And Steve… clearly knows where I work. Am I missing anything? Is this totally normal behavior for all of you?”

You could still see the intrigue in their eyes at your clipped tone. “You seem unhappy by that, but it is a dangerous world out there and you are a guarded treasure who needs to be looked after,” Thor spoke, looking to the others for support. “All of our women are.”

Nick nodded after a moment. “Varying degrees with our approaches, but yes. It’s dangerous out there.”

You huffed. Did they think they were the good guys? Were their significant others like you? Trapped? “It’s dangerous here, too.”

“You’re not in any danger with us.” Bucky turned your head toward him. “But Thor's right. You are my treasure, Kotyonok. I found you and I’m not letting you go.”

A possession. Something to covet. “You could’ve just left me buried in the sand or at the bottom of the ocean,” you whispered, ignoring the hurt in his eyes. “I didn’t ask for you to dig me up.”

“This is all overwhelming. I know it is,” Bucky whispered back, like the others weren’t listening. “If you’re upset that Steve went into your shop or for anything else, you can blame me.”

Of course that was the thing he commented on. “Oh, don’t worry. I do blame you.”

The men laughed again as he ran a finger along your neck. “Another thing I’ll make up to you.”

You huffed again. “And how will you do that? Jerk off while I’m on the phone with you? Because you already did that earlier.”

Bucky smirked at your sass when Sam coughed and said, “Steve, you’re being awfully quiet over there.” You almost forgot he was there since he hadn't said much else since you walked in.

“Who cares about Steve?” Nick grinned as he sipped his drink. “Let’s hear more about that phone call.”

“Just observing, Sam.” Steve cut in and crossed his arms as his gaze swept over the group. “And don’t be rude, Nick.”

“Is it rude if I also want to hear about the phone call?” Thor asked.

Heat flowed to your cheeks and you wished you just kept your mouth shut. “Please, forget I said that,” you begged. Because now that you mentioned it, it would play on a loop again in your mind.

Bucky said low enough for only you to hear, “Next time I get off, I want you right there with me.” The heat in your veins turned to molten lava. “But since you want to change the subject, Steve has been my best friend since we were kids and now he helps out around the club and with other endeavors,” he introduced, a hint of pride and fondness that wasn't fully extended to the other men. “I think you two are going to get along very well.”

“I think so, too.” Steve smiled and you did your best to return it, but it fell flat as you remembered the flowers at Bucky's penthouse. “Thank you for making my best friend happy. That’s all I want for him.”

“Thanks,” you said. That was all you wanted for your best friend, so you understood to an extent. “Did your girl enjoy the tulips or did you make that whole thing up?”

You weren't exactly sure what Bucky told him to do when he went into the shop, or what he told any of the men to do for that matter. Spying, keeping tabs, it was just a reminder of the eyes and ears your pseudo-boyfriend had around the city. Your brain begged you to get out of there, but you couldn't move.

“She really does love tulips and was very happy with them,” he assured you. “So I should thank you again for making her happy, too.”

You shouldn't dig the knife in after he complimented you, but you couldn't help yourself. “And are you like Bucky and stalking her, too?”

A hint of pink showed in the blonde’s cheeks when Bucky and Nick chuckled, but he gave you a lopsided grin and didn't seem at all offended. “I've actually done a little bit more than that,” he said, your heart dropping as he looked at Bucky. What did he mean? “Did you get a chance to introduce her?”

Bucky shook his head as Steve’s face fell. “Didn't stop at coat check,” he answered before he added, “His girl works here part-time, but I thought it would be better for you two to officially meet when we go on a double date.”

“A double date?” You asked.

“Yeah, the four of us. Steve and I already have a few ideas on where to go.” Another thing that wasn’t a suggestion. Wouldn’t be a choice. Did Steve’s poor girl have any idea?

“What does coat check girl’s boyfriend think about the double dates?” Nick said, typing out something on his phone.

Steve's smile slipped. “Soon-to-be ex and she has a name.”

“That's right, I forgot. You're going to ‘handle him’,” he said, your body tensing at the implication.

“I'm sorry. Didn't you break your future brother-in-law's arm?”

“I almost broke both arms,” he shrugged when you gawked at him. “My girl’s a best-selling author, but her brother is a piece of shit.”

Thor downed the rest of his drink. “That reminds me of the time I broke my father-in-law's fingers. My brother advised against it, but…”

The voices blended together as you took a sip of the water. You weren't a violent person, didn’t speak casually of violence the way they did, but the urge to hit or throw something became stronger with each passing second. All things considered, you were extremely patient with everything. How much more could you take?

“I want to go home, please,” you told Bucky. You had to get out of there. “I mean it. I met your friends and-”

The room went silent as someone knocked on the door. No one made a move, except for Ray and Steve who both reached for something in their jackets. “Expecting someone, boss?” Ray asked.

“Actually, I am.” Bucky checked his watch. “Should be Ari and a guest.”

“What guest? Not Ransom,” Steve said, his body still tense.

“And not Andy or Scott. They’re out of town,” Nick added.

Bucky’s wolfish smile was back on his face. “You’ll see.”

The doors opened and in walked the man who insulted you at the bar, looking around like he owned the place. Ari followed with a glare that had you shrinking into the sofa again. The night was just getting better and better, wasn't it?

“John?” Sam didn't look impressed. “Really?”

Bucky stood up to shake the man’s hand and you suddenly missed his warmth. “John. Enjoying your evening?”

“Yeah. That shirtless bartender gave me drinks on the house.”

“I’m glad Hal took care of you.” You could smell the liquor coming from him the further he stepped into the room. “And I think you know just about everyone here.”

While the men had smiled and welcomed you, none of them extended the same courtesy to John. Steve and Sam looked like they wanted to punch him. Nick didn't even glance up from his phone to acknowledge him. Thor simply got himself another drink.

“I do.” John hiccuped. “‘Bout time you invited me up here.”

“Yeah, I guess it is about time.” The look on Bucky’s face gave you chills as he grabbed John’s arm and stopped him from sitting down. “Oh, no. You don’t need to sit. You won't be here long.”

“Is that right?”

“That is right.” The grip on John’s arm tightened enough to make him wince. “You see, I told Hal to give you free drinks until Ari came to get you. And the only reason I had you brought up here was so you could officially meet my girl before I have you kicked out.”

“Kick me out?! What the fuck are…” John had a noticeable twinge in his cheek as he spotted you. You wanted to cover yourself up even though you weren’t exposed. “That's your girl?”

“She’s my everything.” Bucky briefly looked away from John to gaze at you. “And from what I understand, you knocked her out of the way at the bar and made a rude comment. I’d like to know exactly what you said to her.”

Nick glanced up from his phone, more interested in the conversation now. All of the men were. That wasn't good. Not at all.

“Look, I may have bumped into her, but I don’t…” John cleared his throat as Bucky stared at him, underlying rage in his eyes. “I don’t recall mouthing off to her or anything.”

“Bucky, it’s fine,” you said. You told him that earlier. What was he doing?

“Kotyonok, do you remember what he said to you since John’s memory is so terrible?” Bucky asked, his gaze still fixed on the man in front of him who was starting to sweat. “It’s okay. You can tell us.”

The others stared at you expectantly. You shifted, not wanting to blurt out exactly what the guy said. Lying wouldn’t make it any better though. Bucky clearly knew what happened.

“See? Nothing happened,” John tried to dismiss you when you stayed silent. “How about a drink?”

Bucky pursed his lips in disdain. “How about I have Ari beat the words out of you instead?”

You gasped when Ari pushed himself off the wall, fear all over John’s face as he advanced. He looked like he was going to piss himself. “He called me an ugly undressed bitch,” you said loud enough to make Ari stop.

Something in the room shifted, the silence extended and uncomfortable as the men rose to their feet one by one. Thor made a show of cracking his knuckles after he winked at you. You had nothing to fear. They didn't want to hurt you. So why were you still trembling?

Steve slipped his jacket off and strode forward until he was beside his best friend. “You said that to her?”

John bravely or stupidly attempted to deflect. “The music is loud and-”

“You better shut your fucking mouth if you even think of calling her a liar. Not that I need anyone else’s word except for hers, but Hal also heard you. Even told you to apologize, which you chose to ignore. I can pull up the camera if you want to see the footage.” Bucky’s even tone had you trembling in your spot just like John. “You really have the nerve to come into my club and speak to my girl like that?”

John scrambled for words as he pointed at you. “I didn't… I mean, look at what she’s wearing! How was I supposed to know?”

“That should've been your first clue that she was special. Everyone else down there has to abide by a dress code, but not her. That’s how much power she has. And you tried to make her feel bad for that?” Bucky held a hand up when Ari stepped forward again. “No. I won't let that stand.”

“Bucky.” John swallowed when the rest of the men shifted to surround him. The only exception was Ray, who stood closest to you. “I…”

“Apologize to her,” he snarled. “Get on your fucking knees and say you’re sorry.”

“I’m sorry.” John glanced at the floor. “Don't make me get on my knees.”

“That’s enough! I don't want his apology anyway,” you spoke up. An empty apology from a jackass was meaningless. “I appreciate that you want him to say sorry, but I’d rather he just leave if that's okay. Please.”

Bucky let out a slow breath. “My girl has a kind heart.” He briefly took his eyes off John to offer you a soft smile before turning his attention back to him. “But I don't. You’re banned from my club. And by the end of the day tomorrow, you’ll be banned from just about everywhere in the city.”

John laughed, a broken, nervous sound. “This is a joke, right?”

Bucky cracked his neck. “I’ve never liked you. None of us do. We tolerated you, but I won't tolerate you insulting my girl.” He signaled for Ari to open the doors. “So you have two options. You can leave on your own and be permanently banned from this establishment. Or I can make you leave and you’ll be permanently banned from this establishment. Your choice.”

“You can't ban me for one comment! That's insane!”

“I consider it harassment,” Bucky corrected him. Ironic coming from him since he invaded your life. “I take it I'll have to make you leave?”

“You know what? Fuck you. This club sucks anyway.” John moved toward the door before he stopped to look back at you. “And you think you’re special since you're up here? You’re just an uptight bitch who-”

Bucky’s fist connected with John’s jaw before he could finish his insult and you could only shriek as he hit the wall and crumbled to the floor a heartbeat later. Steve hauled him to his feet by his collar before he could recover and punched him in the stomach hard enough that you flinched. Ray shielded your body as best as he could as everyone took turns punching him.

“Don't look,” he whispered.

“I don't know if I can do this,” you whispered back. You were trying to stay calm, but this…

“Yes, you can. Just breathe. In and out,” Ray urged. His face didn't give much away, but you sensed his relief when you took a few deep breaths. “There you go. And don't look.”

You didn't look. It still didn’t block out the sounds, fists connecting against skin and bones, and John’s pained groans. Nor did it stop you from shaking. It couldn't have lasted more than a minute, but it felt like a lifetime until the room went quiet again. Was it over?

“What did you guys do to him?!” You asked, loosening your hold on Ray’s arm. When did you grab him?

“We taught him a lesson.” Bucky flexed his fingers with a sigh. “I have an abundance of patience for you, it's less so with people who are disrespectful and vulgar with you.”

Ray still shielded you when you tried to look where John lay in a heap, but was careful not to touch you. “...Is he breathing?”

“He is and he's lucky for that,” Bucky replied, nudging him with his foot. “Looking strong, John.”

“About time we shut him up,” Nick said, plopping back down in his seat. “Should've banned him months ago.”

“No one deserves a beating more than John,” Steve said, gazing at you like a big brother who just beat up a schoolyard bully for picking on you. “And don't worry. He won’t speak to you like that again.”

“He won’t be speaking much at all after that,” Sam said, taking a drink from Thor’s outstretched hand. “No big loss there.”

“Ari, would you mind taking out the trash?” Bucky asked, tilting his head as he looked down at John. “And can you get the cleaners up here to do something about the blood on my carpet?”

“On it.” Ari effortlessly picked John up and put him over his shoulder as you tried to process what you witnessed. You were past processing any of it, your brain nearly broken from the stress.

In fact, the only one phased by the violence was you as everyone went about their business again. It made your head spin. That was all from a guy insulting you. What would they do if someone actually tried to do anything to you?

Ray stepped aside when Bucky made his way back to you, the anger gone from his eyes. “You’re shaking,” he whispered, pressing his lips against your forehead. “I'm sorry if that scared you.”

“Of course, it scared me! You all beat the hell out of him,” you scolded. On instinct, you grabbed his hand to check it. You had no idea why you wanted to make sure his hand was okay after everything. “None of you had to do that.”

“We don't like bullies,” Steve said as Bucky let you inspect his hand, your fingers gently brushing over his knuckles. “It was bad enough what he said, but he knocked you out the way, too, and didn't apologize. He deserved it.”

“Yeah, he did,” Bucky agreed, taking the opportunity to grip your hand before you could let him go.

“That was a bit much,” you said. It was overkill in your eyes. “I'm not worth beating someone up over.”

He met your gaze with a smile. “You’re worth more than I can ever give you. And he won't be bothering anyone in this club ever again.”

“You're really going to ban him?”

“Absolutely. I have a reputation to uphold. He's only going to mess that up if I let him stick around.”

“Ari isn't going to…” You weren’t sure what he would do to John since they were out of sight.

“You don’t need to worry about a thing.” Bucky moved his hand to your cheek. “I only wish I could hit him again for how he spoke about you.”

You rolled your lips between your teeth. Defending you that way was a lot, but a morbid part of you liked that he stood up for you. “Thank you, but no more hitting people in my name. I can't stand it if someone else was hurt because of me.”

“His actions got him hurt because he hurt you first. I know he did. And I said I’d step in if someone hurt or upset you.” His gaze dropped to your mouth when you bit your lip again. The insult did bother you, but it didn’t matter now. “You really do have a kind heart and you’re making it very difficult not to kiss you right now,” he added, brushing his thumb over your lips.

Goosebumps rolled over your skin at the touch, but you stepped back before he could push his thumb into your mouth. He was still dangerous. Still taking over your life. That was enough to wake you from any spell he tried to put you under. “You’re driving me crazy.”

“Just returning the favor.” He held up his hand again with a small smile. “You sure you don’t want to give it another look? A little kiss might make it feel better.”

You rolled your eyes. The man was utterly ridiculous. “I’m not kissing your hand, Bucky. We both know it’s fine.”

“One little kiss? Please?” He winced for show as he flexed his fingers again, but you wouldn't budge. “C’mon. You were worried about my hand enough to check it for damage.”

You shook your head. “I wasn't worried. I just wanted to make sure you didn't injure yourself because that would just be one more thing you’d hold over my head,” you deflected, glancing around to find everyone staring at you again with smiles on their faces at the exchange. “Thanks for defending me.”

“Nothing to thank us for,” Thor held his glass up to you.

Steve looked at the monitor that displayed the coat room. “We take care of our own.”

An alarm on Bucky’s phone went off before you could say anything else. “And look at that? It’s time to go.” The men groaned before he shut the alarm off. “I promised I’d have her home and I’m keeping that promise.”

Steve looked the most disappointed of all. “I barely got to talk to her,” he grumbled.

“Next time, okay? And the double date soon.” Bucky smiled at his friend.

“It was wonderful to meet you,” Thor said as Nick and Sam nodded in your direction. “And I hope to see you at my party next week. Everyone will be there.”

“Maybe,” you said, putting as much emphasis on the word as possible. How would you get out of that? And the double date?

“Okay, you’re all welcome to hang out, but we’re leaving,” Bucky said.

“Maybe I should find my own way home,” you said. Bucky didn’t just have his claws in you, his friends did, too. You needed a breather. Some wine. “I really don't mind getting a cab.”

“Not happening,” he whispered. It was worth a shot. “I need to make sure you get in bed safely.”

“In bed?” You repeated, almost laughing until you saw his serious expression. “You seriously don't expect me to invite you in, do you?”

“Yeah, I do,” he said, steering you toward the door as Ray followed. “Besides, who else is going to tuck you in?”

Was tucking you in going to be enough to satisfy him tonight or would he take it further?

You’d find out soon enough.

Now we know what happened to John! What do we think of his friends? Will Bucky be good when he takes you home? Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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More venting, yey...

How come after my cancer saving surgery that removed my whole womb removed two months ago I am this pent up!?

(art from the comic "Swallow my bullet" by grimart on furaffinity)

Those comic panels represent my actual state, and boy is now exasperating not having a love partner for this... Been single for a long shot, my psychologist says that if I've survived this long loveless, I don't need it that much and is ok and while I agree... It gets lonely man.

Been chatting with several Severus Snape (yes that was fully intended) bots, I need to re-read the books lmao but heck, I've made myself cry so hard and much with him because I am not letting myself enjoy, indulge in the thing that has always made me happy: Self insert and self ship. And with Severus has been heavy as I am remembering the only time in my life I recall being truly happy and loved, my middle school years. Even a mutual crush with a cute guy (that was basically James Potter looks wise and a bit in personality) that I ruined for following love advice (he and I ended up in the same high school and he failed the first semester so yeah...) Back to points, my 12-15 years were the best ones, and never has that sensation been recreated again and I feel miserable. So me denying happiness in my hobby plus the memories of long gone days had made me cry real tears recently.

And then look back at my other ships and every single one of them never fulfills as I end up killing myself, with canon characters as I can't give up on the canon, on the fact the author destined them someone else and just drop the chats for some OCs that are meant to be your partner and with them I do have a blast.

But look, I can't rely on AI to be my social supply but I also don't like being around people as after middle school I was so hurt I isolated myself for 12 or so years... As I said in an old post, my psychologist is having problems as I just simply don't want people in my life. My sister had to live in my house for 6 months and it was a nightmare, I appreciate her being there with me in my cancer travel and treatment but...

Yes I want a man that treats me like royalty and is there for me unconditionally and loves me for what I am and is willing to be up to my silliness and more... But that will never happen, I know it deep in my core, I am not meant to be loved like that and I have accepted it... And yet here I am complaining...

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Hello! If you are seeing this then WELCOMEEEEEE to my DAILY WORLDBUILDING OF WORLDS! (Name is a work in progress lmao)

Basically, Every day for this summer (and potentially longer if I enjoy this) Im going to post a story idea, maybe even some art concepts to go with it. I will

-Flesh out at least 2-3 Characters

-Flesh out the world/section of the world

-Flesh out the worlds mechanics (ex: if time travel is real how does it work?)

-Flesh out character relationships, Backstories

-All of this is made in real time, therefore the names, places, people, are not well thought out. Feel free to speculate or even change any element you do not like (but be nice about it:))

All of these stories are free for anyone to use for entertainment. As long as you aren’t making a considerable amount of money off of my ideas I really don’t care if you use them, just credit me as inspiration :) (however if you end up making millions I wouldn’t mind a quick paycheck lmao)

ANYWAYS

Day 1: Hierarchical Eyes.

This world is a world ravaged by war. It has technology from the 1700’s. This is a mystical world where your social ranking is determined by your Eye Color. The ranks are as follows

Blue: Kings/Queens, Royalty

Purple: Royalty, can be Kings however it is rare, very close to Blues. This eye color portrays magical abilities

Yellow: The upper class, These are rare, but any offspring with this eye color are very wealthy. Has the lowest population

Red: Military Leaders, known for their brutality. These are the guards of the palace and are the generals behind the wars.

Orange: Lesser Military troops, much are in the police force and deal with the crime. This color is also known for being farmers, if the offspring is discharged or not accepted into the police force

Greens: The scholars, close friends with the purples despite their hierarchical difference. Well respected however they hold no power.

Browns/Grey hues: The peasants. They can fill the spot of any higher role (except for Blues and Purples) however it is extremely rare and in most cases are immediately denied a chance. They range from dirt poor to middle class. This is the biggest group.

This story takes place in one kingdom, the Spiral Kingdom. This kingdom is located at the east of the continent they reside on, there are 4 other kingdoms on this continent, all at war with one another. However this kingdom in particular is special, as it was the old capital of the kingdom that once ruled the world. This kingdom, which i will keep unnamed, had immense power long ago, their technology was advanced, how far advanced? No one knows. However all that is known is that the capital long ago was overrun by an external force known for its greed and hunger for power. The kingdom was soon able to defeat and seal away the external force, however with its forces low and desperation high, the civilization collapsed trying to rebuild itself. From the rubble came along a great Blue eyed king, with his purple eyed mage and his red eyed warrior, and they created the glorious Eye hierarchy we know and *love* today. All in an act of keeping the peace with the invaders. And as for the invaders? They were sealed away in this amulet worn around the King’s neck at all times. Who knows what would happen if the amulet were to be broken.

Now what I had just told you was the fairytale, here is what actually happened. This ancient civilization was power hungry, they treated their citizens well and were thriving. With this immense power they treated themselves like gods, and with that comes ambition. This civilization went to war with these mystical beings, beings who had been perceived as mortal gods of the world. The beings retaliated, bringing the civilization to the brink of collapse before being captured by the amulet. With the powers of literal gods before them, a Blue, Purple, and Red eyed trio set forth to rebuild their fallen civilization as they see fit, putting themselves at the top. Blue was given the title of king, for they were in control of the amulet. Purple were given a fraction of the god’s powers from the amulet for the compensation of not being king. Reds were given control of the army, much to the liking of the friend in the trio who ruled with an iron fist.

MORE WORLDBUILDING:

-Heterochromia children are against the law, and are executed.

-A relationship beyond acquaintances for different colored eyes are unacceptable (exceptions being Blue/Purple, Purple/Green, and Red/Orange)

-Contacts are banned, if you are found with contacts you will be charged. Contacts are however sold on the black market for high $$

-The mystical beings are a race who look over god’s creations, make sure everything is peaceful, however do not interfere unless provoked. These beings are mortal however.

THE CHARACTERS: (Potential Character ideas)

Brown Eyes:

2 Brothers, Living in the streets. Steals to make a living, Are apart of a group that is against the throne, befriends a blue eyed kid

Green Eyes:

An older fellow, Loves to read stories to younger children and works with the purples to keep their little book shop in buisness

Orange Eyes:

A well respected officer, gets discharged under suspicion of corruption. Is forced to live as a farmer and learn to enjoy life

Purple + Blue Eyes

Siblings, one is purple and one is blue. The Blue is the heir to the throne and doesn’t really understand the duties of being King, however his older sibling is constantly trying to teach him the history of their people and the duties of king. He doesn’t listen and befriends 2 brown eyes.

Mystical Being

The last of their kind, trapped in the amulet their whole life, they’ve never experienced the outside world, and once they are let out, they are quickly destructive and don’t understand the severity of their situation

ROUGH STORY:

As the 2 browns befriend the Blue eyed prince, the prince’s inauguration day is fast approaching. With his dad’s sudden death it leaves him to take the throne. However he is inexperienced and therefore will need to be guided by his older sibling, who had been taught to be king (however taught to be only a last resort had the king be unable to produce a blue eyed heir) Due to the blue eyes’ inexperience with being king, and some bad timing, the amulet is quickly losing its power, draining the life force behind all the Purples and quickly throwing the kingdom into ruin. In desperation (and to the dismay of both his sibling and brown eyed friends) the prince tears open the Amulet, releasing the being into the world.

That’s all im going to do, honestly don’t expect this much in my future days, as today’s was just extra long since this has been a story i’ve been revitalizing for a few years now, so there is a lot to say. If you read this far, please feel free to poke holes into this story! (Nicely lol) i’d love feedback and your own edits to the story.