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bokutosbabe · 2 years ago

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🌹Come Fly with Me🌹

Keigo Takami x GN! reader

Cw! teeth rotting fluff , use of 'birdie' as a pet name/ kinda implied that more happens later ;)) (not edited or proofread at all)

synopsis! Keigo never thought he'd be the man to settle down, but here he was dancing to Frank Sinatra in the kitchen with the love of his life.

Keigo Takami doesn't believe he deserves love, but when he gets home and sees you cooking dinner in the kitchen he just wants to be close to with you.

You hadn't heard him over the music that was playing; keigo recognized it well. It was the playlist you swore would be playing when the two of you got married. “ one day ” he'd tell you, and as impatient a person that you were; you grew to be okay with that answer. You were happy just living the domestic life you had with keigo.

He came up behind you,grabbing your waist as you let out a loud as hell scream. You looked back at the pro hero,"Jesus! Kei! You can't do that to me!" And to keigo; you looked gorgeous right now. Hair in its natural state, not styled or anything- you were in an oversized hoodie and some grey sweats. God he could fall in love with you all over again.

“ sorry, birdie...didn't wanna interrupt you. You looked so..."he thought about the word to describe you before finally understanding just how to describe you. "...ethereal."he laughed as he looked at you.

You just gave him a kiss on the cheek before skipping one of the songs you'd grown to hate on the playlist. Suddenly, Keigo's favorite song started playing. ‘Come Fly with Me’ by Frank Sinatra. Keigo smiled as he pulled you away from the stove,pulling you towards his chest,"may I have this dance?"he got closer to your ear, kissing your temple.

You could only let out a small laugh,"the food, kei..." “Don't worry about that...just dance with me.” you knew that it wasn't going to matter, it was on a low simmer anyways but you were still nervous that you would ruin dinner.

Keigo took your waist in his hand,swaying back and forth with you in his grasp. The slow tune of the song was something that calmed him and you...you were something that riled him up. He sighed shakily as he leaned down,kissing your neck.

Frank Sinatra was one of the most romantic singers; everyone knew this.

He was getting riled up, especially when he felt your hands go up to his wings; caressing them without a second thought. “you're killing me birdie..." The man was pent up. Not being able to see you because of work, dealing with the LOV, and the stress he'd had about keeping you happy.

You were a simple being though; you appreciated him just talking to you. You'd be on your hands and knees for him even if he just gave you a smile. That's just the effect keigo takami had on people.

“you're gonna have to wait, my love."you whispered to him,kissing him as you swayed slowly with him, accidentally stepping on his feet. You were a clumsy person, anyone could see,but it was what made keigo love you even more than the average person could.

Dinner was your first priority, especially because you didn't want to set off the smoke alarms in your shared apartment like you had last week due to the same reason; keigo being needy. Pleasing Keigo was your second favorite thing to do, besides cuddle him, but sadly you'd have to wait on that for now.

“birdie c'mon...”the taller man smiled down at you as he leaned over and turned off the stove top, leaving you quite surprised. “kei- it's getting late! we have to eat-" but the impatient bird brain cut you off by grabbing your waist and basically dragging you to your shared bedroom,running into the walls a few times.

You let out a small whine as the kiss continued,thinking about the food that was going to go to waste as you felt his lips press to yours, seeming like keigo couldn't get close enough.

Kissing you, touching you, being with you was as close to heaven as Keigo could get, and he'd take it over those pearly gates any day,"don't worry, I'll make it up to you.”he whispered against your lips as he pulled away for a breath of air.

and with that you slipped into the arms of keigo takami, the man who could treat you like a god when he really wanted to-

frank sinatra still droning on in the kitchen.

slay? ANYWAY. this is my first time writing for hawks so I hope y'all like it!

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thatonebirdwrites · 1 month ago

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For the distracting ask: 10 & 16

Hiya! :D

10. Favorite animal?

Cat. I'm tempted to write a short bit of Witchy-Lena turning into a cat now. It's one of my favorite tropes.

When Lena didn't send her typical afternoon text, Kara's worry meter jumped a thousand percent. Part of her brain always worried for Lena. In her defense, Lena's a soft, fragile human who the universe keeps trying to murder, and it's almost a full time job trying to keep her alive.

Since the Crisis and the multiverse reset -- Kara will always be salty about Lex making himself a hero -- keeping Lena alive proves a trifle easier. Less people hate the Luthors, plus Lena developed magic, which was awesome. Lena, however, did not agree with Kara.

"It's half-nonsense, Kara," Lena grumbles as she glares at the sparking bowl in front of her. Why it's sparking, Kara doesn't know, but the effects look rather neat from her view. Sort of like fireworks for ants.

"Not everything relies on logic. Even science." Kara wraps her arms around Lena and kisses the side of her neck. Her girlfriend leans back against Kara with a disgruntled sigh. "Think of what you call quantum mechanics. The probability fields don't always function according to your mathematical constructs."

"Since when do you know quantum mechanics?"

"I told you I was the youngest in centuries admitted to the Science Guild," she says smugly.

Lena turns in her arms and lays her hands on Kara's cheeks. "Yes, you did. Still processing that fact I suppose." She smiles and tenderly kisses Kara. Behind them, the bowl continues to spark, like a mini firework show to herald their new relationship.

Lena may have magic now, but that didn't mean she couldn't be easily killed. It simply became less likely.

At least until the Nxly crisis, where Lex showed his true colors and damaged half the city, angering and scaring the residents. A few attempts on Lena's life happened after that, which Kara quietly dealt with to avoid stressing out her girlfriend.

Despite that, the amount of death threats to Lena's life was in the single digits! Way better than Earth-38.

So really, Lena not texting at her usual time shouldn't be a big deal, but it's also the day she planned to practice her magic with Nia.

Which Kara hasn't heard from either.

Her worry ramps up another thousand percent. Anything could happen with Nia involved. As much as Kara has done her best to mentor Nia, chaos still erupts around her in ways that surprises.

So Kara dons her supersuit and launches herself off the Tower's balcony. Tuning her ears to Lena's heartbeat, she at first can't hear it anywhere.

Oh no. No. She shifts to listening for Nia, and she hears Nia's voice from Central Park.

"Aw, aren't you a cutie!" Nia sounds amused, but Kara can't hear Lena's heartbeat anywhere near Nia. She soars closer, and there, in Nia's arm, is a black cat, whose heart beats way too fast. The cat scrambles to get out of Nia's arms, but Nia holds the cat firmly. "Look, I know it's not comfortable, but I can't lose you here. Kara will have my head!"

"Nia?" Kara lands and looks from the cat to Nia. "What's going on? Where's Lena?"

Nia yelps and spins to face Kara.

That's when the cat chomps on Nia's thumb.

She shouts, and the cat goes flying out of her hands.

Kara zips forward and barely catches the feline in time. "Hey, hey, there," Kara coos. She cradles the trembling cat and strokes between its ears. "It's okay. I got you. You're safe."

Her voice soothes the cat, and its heartbeat slowly calms. It still tucks its nose into the crook of Kara's elbow, which she finds incredibly cute.

"Dammit, Lena," Nia mutters. "I'm just trying to help!"

"Lena?" Kara looks at the cat then at Nia. "Wait, this is Lena?"

Nia tugs a Kleenex from her pocket and wraps her thumb in it. "Yup. Spell went awry. One second she's right there." She points to a round spot of brown in the field of green with a large brown book lying face down next to it. "And poof! Gold smoke, and there's a black cat!" She makes a mock explosion with her hands. "I grabbed her before she darted away. I figured we didn't want to lose her in a park."

"Huh. So how do we change her back?" She keeps stroking Lena's fur, and the kitty calms further under Kara's ministrations.

"No idea. But I'm sure her mother's grimoire has something." Nia picks up the book and dusts it off.

The cat whines and taps its paw against Kara's bicep.

"What is it, Lena?" Kara holds her at eye level. "Can you talk?"

Lena makes a huffing noise and pats Kara's left cheek with her paw. Her tail jerks erratically.

"Do you have an idea?"

The noise sounds almost like a yes. As if to emphasis her whine, her paw taps Kara's other cheek.

"Okay. Let's get you to the tower. Then we'll fix this together." Kara tucks Lena against her chest. "I'll meet you there, Nia."

Anyway, there you go. I might dust it off and finish it later if folks are interested. :)

16. Favorite instrument?

Ohhh, this is a very hard question. I adore clarinet, but I also love cellos. And I have a soft spot for Ukuleles -- especially baritone and bass ukuleles. Bongos and Dhjembe's are also a favorite.

I picture Kara as a singer, guitarist, or drummer. (Korra too). Lena (and Asami) fits perfectly with cello, viola, or pianist. To answer the question for my favorite ships. :)

Thank you for asking!

#distracting asks #ask game

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hearted-anon · 2 months ago

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Tickletober Day 8: Game (AU)

Words: 1019 Note: Hehehe T/w: Angst, rough but mostly soft Lee: Subject 251 Ler: Subject 811

Yet again. It wouldn’t stop happening. Subject 251 has yet again smashed another wall in the facility, screaming at the top of their lungs as they claw at the bandage covering their eyes. Workers rushed over to clean up the spilled glass and covering, a few others immediately restraining its limbs as they thrashed and screamed, anyone who went close without earplugs was bound to come out with bleeding ears. 310 spared a sympathetic glance from afar, but was told by staff to not bother about them, seeing how it was a common occurrence here.

“But we need some way to calm him down, they’ll definitely cause a wreck to this place…” 310 insisted to the nearby scientist he was floating alongside with, offering a pleading glance with a jutting lower lip which no staff has ever resisted. Nodding, a meeting was called among only the greatest scientists in the facility, discussing ways to calm the raging storm of whatever 251 was feeling. Eventually, they have decided to bring in local squiddle, subject 811 to help out with 251’s horrible mood swings, seeing how he had magically healed 28’s rampant killing sprees before.

“We just need you to take care of him, okay? It’ll be okay.” 310 smiles, ushering the other subject into the encased facility. He could tell the poor squiddle was definitely stressed at facing the ferocious experiment within the covered walls, tentacles twitching anxiously as they hung low at his sides. Sighing, the ‘spirit’ gave a few rubs to his tentacles, warming up to the sound of soft giggles filling the air at his antics. Arriving at the door, it beeped open, showing a room enshrouded in darkness, not even a single fake light illuminating the area or furniture. Feeling pity, 811 immediately took into the room, gulping when he was left alone as the door clicked shut.

“H-Hello? Are you t-there?” 811 calls out warily, each step feeling ten times heavier than it was normally, even with the 8 tentacles spreading out from his back. To his surprise, he heard quiet whimpering, like a cat meowing out for help. There 251 slowly crawled over, legs seeming to be bleeding under the light that the other emitted from the suction cups of his tentacles. Rushing over, he immediately wrapped the injured subject up in his appendages, anxiously looking around for some sort of help. Spotting a med kit in the corner, he grabbed it so quickly it felt like a gust of wind blew by, wrapping up the experiment’s bleeding legs with it.

“W-What are you doing?! Don’t- Don’t hurt me please…” 251 whimpered, curling up in the squiddle’s arms as tears continued to run down and stain the blindfold even more. His legs twitched under the bandages, but he didn’t seem to be a threat. 811 panicked as the cries began to grow louder and more frequent, he needed a way to cheer the crying baby- experiment stat. Scanning around the room, there really was nothing, making the situation practically impossible to cheer the wailing subject up, 811 pursing his lips as he racked for a way to calm them down.

“O-Okay! Let’s play a game…guess from numbers 1 to 8 of which tentacle is tickling you, okay?” 811 sputtered out, immediately raising a random tentacle before wiggling it at the crying subject’s tummy. The thing is, he didn’t even know if they were ticklish! To his very surprise, a squeal emitted from him, before loud giggles began to erupt from the dweller beneath him. His blindfold began to flush pink along with his cheeks, pawing at the tentacle along his tummy with a pearly white smile.

“Ehehehe! Fohohohour! Fohour!” Not wanting to upset them by saying they were wrong, 811 nodded enthusiastically, praising the other that they were doing an amazing job; well, this game was made up on the spot after all. Humming a soft tune, 811 brought another tentacle down to the other’s side, wiggling around the skin and poking it continuously to hear the sweetest giggles he’s ever heard, they were very much contagious laughter. However, what he admired most was how the blindfold would change corresponding to his emotions, smiling at the pale pink fabric.

“Fihihive! Plehehehease!” They whine pitifully beneath the tentacles, meekly trying to shove away the mischievous appendages that wagged all over their waist, making 811 snicker in amusement. More tentacles came down to the poor subject, from squishing his cheeks to pulling his arms up reluctantly and letting them tickle and prod all over his underarms to earn shrieks and squeals of laughter were adorable, or another two tentacles wrapping themselves around its thighs and squeezing them in a way that peals of cackles were escaping 251’s lips in no time, pulling at his arms in a futile attempt to escape.

‘I-I DOHOHON’T WAHAHAHNNA PLAHAHAY ANYMORE! PLEHEHHEASE!” Hearing how desperate the older subject began to sound and how roughly he was tugging at his limbs, 811 finally gave him some reprieve, he didn’t want his own tentacles to tear off after all, it wouldn’t be very good for him, or the subject for that matter. Carrying the limp dweller in his hands, he handed him a bottle of fresh water from the medkit, giggling at how they drank it like a man who has been in the bare desert for days now. Once they were done, they practically clung onto the squiddle, nuzzling into his chest like a kitty would looking for their mother.

“S-Stay…you’re not going anywhere…” They hummed, and something in 811 was desperately saying that they weren’t joking in the slightest, seeing how tightly their fingers were curled around the squiddle’s shirt, threatening to tear it into shreds if he dared move even an inch. Heaving a reluctant sigh, 811 began to cradle them into his arms, gently laying them down on the surprisingly comfortable padded floor, rubbing their spine calmly as they both dozed off.

“How about we play the game again? This time, you guess where my fingers are going to go~” Oh, he knew he was in for it now.

#..?#stray kids tickle #skz tickle #kpop tickle #skz au #stray kids au

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sadistic-kiss · 2 months ago

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🐺House of Alphas Chapter 53: Let There Be Light🐺

(Jujutsu Kaisen Omegaverse )

Summary: Waking up in a world that was not your own was problematic enough. Being the villainess was another. However, the possessive alphas might take the cake.

Disclaimer: Angsty but I ain’t Gege

Omega!Reader x Alpha!Sukuna x Alpha!Gojo x Alpha!Toji x Alpha!Nanami x Alpha!Getou

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Shadow Curses.

When you fight them, an ominous tune begins to play. A grueling symphony that has you both fearful for your group and perplexed by the daunting harmony.

Shadow curses were more aggressive and stronger than the others. The regular curse spirits were simple mobs that you killed. Some of them range from different strengths and levels depending on where you are, but for the most part, they were just dirt off your shoulder. Sometimes you tried to run or avoid them because you didn’t want to deal with them.

There were also of course the curse bosses such as Jogo, Hanami, Dagon, Mahito, and Rika, but those were bosses.

Shadow curses were like the updated trash mobs you fight when you are getting to the more difficult part of the game. You try to avoid them just because you don’t want to use too many supplies and they are trickier to fight. More of an annoyance, until you learn Divine light. Then it’s easier.

You first come into contact with them one random blood moon and after that, it continues to persist throughout the game. You meet Priestest Utahime who helps you strengthen your light magic and teaches you the special move Divine light.

One thing that you are learning now is that shadow creatures consume dark magic to get their strength. You thought all of its power derived from Kenjaku or the blood moon. Now you realize this fight here is what gives it to them. The witches’ home is their feasting grounds. You could feel the abundance amount of energy flowing through the floors alone. The energy that courses through this place is insane. If you don’t do something…the monsters will get stronger and much too powerful for even you to handle. If that happens they will consume your pack. It was like a ticking time bomb. Your curse energy was the timer. Once that runs out…

Fuckity fuck- you rubbed at your throat, your voice growing hoarse from all the screaming. Your alphas still persisted as you began to drown in uncertainty.

One episode down and you are already dealing with high-level mobs. You thought all of this was going to be a cakewalk, you planned so carefully but you keep coming into contact with shit you shouldn’t be fighting so soon. Your light magic isn’t anywhere where it needs to be. You mainly used it to heal not fight. You didn’t think you would require it till later.

“It’ll be okay, don’t stress out.” Toji rubbed your back gently, sensing your discomfort.

“We will keep you safe.” Nanami added.

“I��m going to attack the barrier, there’s only so much it can handle, step back.” Sukuna rolled his shoulders as he took his true form, ready to charge.

That was a silly idea. “No Sukuna, you could hurt yourself.”

“That’s why I have you to heal me back up.” Sukuna got in a crouch, as the others pulled you aside to safety.

“Can we just wait a minute-“

“There’s no time-“

“We can take turns too if need be “

*BAM!*

There was a loud slam, followed by scuffing and shuffling as if someone was dragging themselves along the wall. Your eyes darted to Mai who struggles to get to you, a deep scowl on her face as she bores you with the most scornful expression. Her body looks bloodied and abused. Like she had a wild dance with rocks.

“You!” She hissed holding her gun up. “How are you doing this!?”

“It’s not us!” Gojo scoffed.

“Let me-“You put a hand upon Satoru and gave a look to your alphas before you rested your gaze on the beta. “Mai… those creatures are of the shadow realm, your magic can’t kill them and the witches are only feeding them, making them stronger.” You hold up your hand as it shines with white light, “I can fend them off Mai please-“

“This is a trick! To let you out!” Mai thrust her gun forward making your alphas growl and try to stand between you and a possible bullet.

You push them aside, “Mai! My betas are out there! I would do nothing to harm them! Do you understand?! And Nobara-Maki- and Todo! They are my friends! I don’t want to see any of them get hurt! You have to believe me!”

Mai’s hand trembled and you heard more screams- and then it was silenced with a loud crunch. That was another life… gone… you choked on a sob, “Mai! They can’t defend themselves! Please! There’s no time for this!”

“You’re lying!”

“I-it’s not me! If you don't let me out, they will all die fuck-“ You duck down to grab a sharp rock.

“What are you doing-“

You didn’t allow your alphas to stop you as cut your hand. Thrusting it out you offered it to Mai, “I will make a blood oath with my life-“

“The hell you will!” You gasped feeling Nanami snatch your wrist back, you didn’t mean to activate yandere Nanami but here you are, “Do you know what a blood oath is little girl?” He growled out rather upset with you. Your other alphas looked to share his sentiment.

A blood oath was more than a pinky promise. Think of it like a contract you cannot rip up. By the laws of nature, you will be held accountable.

“I-I don’t know what else to do!” You whined.

“I’ll make the blood oath.” Getou took the rock from you.

“No, me!” Gojo stepped forward.

“Enough!” Mai shouted at you all. “Just…just save them please…” She slid down the wall and with one last ounce of strength she tossed the key toward you.

Sukuna caught it with ease, turning it inward as he unlocked the gate.

“Don’t you ever do something so reckless again.” Nanami gave you a pointed look, not letting you go until you agreed.

“Yes sir…I’m sorry.” Pleased with your answer he released you. You stepped out and then pointed to Mai, “Can one of you carry her, I’m going to need to save as much of my light magic as possible.”

Sukuna shook his head, “She will slow us down.”

“Yes, we will remember her noble sacrifice.” Gojo saluted, “Thank you, Megan.”

You rolled your eyes, “Someone pick her up and let’s go!”

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cinamun · 1 year ago

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I wanted to say thank you for the acknowledgement on Black People when it comes to the news. I honestly thought I was wrong for not watching the news like any other person who wakes up and turn it on. To the point I felt GUILTY of not watching which of my classmates or neighbors or people that looked like me take their last moments on TV. Where I grew up and (still living) there ain’t nothing but people getting murdered left and right. Just chaotic. Can’t even turn on the news like something positive would show. Instead its like “I wonder who is it now.” Much love to you Cin. ❤️

Nope, you're not wrong and its depressing as hell. Its okay to tune out and please don't feel guilty about that. We have been forced to watch our own lynchings since we got trafficked here! Please always remember to prioritize your mental health while you have the privilege of doing so because the world is a horrible, horrible place and the stress of it will make you sick and it will kill you. Much love to you too friend.

#i love my friends #and we need to take care of each other

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pixelated-glitter · 10 months ago

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Hi I saw ur still open to requests. may I have another one? bc npmd has been stuck in my head recently >:D

I was thinking about despite the whole tune of the musical. witnessing/experiencing their classmates dying must be traumatizing.

so I'm thinking about so aftermath stuff

for example Lautski having this hurt&comfort stuff where one of them feeling real bad and guilty for what they had done and the other was like, hugging them/saying reassuring words to them (and Peter is the one who's more likely to feel bad imo)

or it could be Ruth freaking out on hearing Richie's death and one of her friends comforting her

sorry I was rambling a lot. its just a random idea. u could pick one if ur interested and pls don't feel stressed to reply. I really love your writing. have a nice day!

Thank you so much for the request!! I'm gonna try to combine it, kind of tehee

Thank you and have a nice day to you too!

I'll try my best :))

(more beneath the break ^^)

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"..Richard Lipschitz." "Richie's dead?!"

And just like that, Ruth's world came crumbling down. She felt her heart sink and tears starting to swell behind her eyes. She felt her cheeks starting to heat up a little, her brows furrowing.

Richie's dead..?

"..No- No, he can't- He can't be dead. He- He just-" Ruth cried, tightly being held by Peter who was also starting to cry in the hallway, Stephanie and Grace standing with them.

"I can't believe someone would do this.." Stephanie worried.

"..He- he can't just-.." Peter gently shushed her before she could say anything else, in an attempt to comfort her a little. She choked back her sobs, not wanting to draw attention to her. It couldn't just end like this, right?

Later that day, when Ruth, Peter, and Richie would usually have their daily study session at the library, neither of the remaining two decided to turn up.

Ruth decided to completely ignore her aunt Charlotte in the kitchen when she came home and went straight to her room.

"Ruth?" Charlotte opened the door slightly and peeked in to Ruth lying on her bed, sobbing softly.

They talked, for hours. Trying to get this mess to make sense, which it never will.

A few days later, trying to keep her mood up for Pete, she went to rehearsal.

Which was a big mistake.

A few days later when Peter, Stephanie, and Grace were told that Ruth was gone as well, Peter almost immediately broke down into tears.

"They- they were all I had." Sure, he had Stephanie, but he didn't know for sure if they were going to last. What if the killer was going after them as well?

"I know." Stephanie tried her best to comfort him by holding him close and muttering reassuring things to him.

"Do you think this would have happened if we had killed Max?" "We didn't kill him, Pete. It wasn't our fault." "But- but the building wasn't structurally sound." "Well, there was nothing we could have done about that. It's not your fault, It's not anyone's fault. It's gonna be okay."

They spent their time like that alot after the two had passed - Steph holding him, trying her best to keep it together for him, and him choking back his sobs.

Sometimes it was as if he could still hear them, or see snippets of them at school, like their spirits roamed the halls of Hatchetfield High.

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I HOPE THIS WASNT TOO DEPRESSING LMAO

I hope y'all like this!!

#starkid #npmd #nerdy prudes must die #starkid npmd #richie lipschitz #ruth fleming #npmd incorrect quotes #grace chasity #lautski #steph lauter #pete spankoffski #peter spankoffski #hurt/comfort??#angst #writing #rqs open #sobs and cries

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thedevilrisen · 6 months ago

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Oh your so kind!!! Love to hear all about the new AU?!?!?!

So here it goes, my random thoughts for this wet friday night;

I love seeing these clips of Sid interacting with the kids in his hockey school etc. Especially when the children seem to always call him 'Sidney Crosby' using his full name. 🫠 I might have watched one clip a few too many times

I'm loving the looks EK gives his Captain. The man loves him.

Ben Hunt always plays good for QLD but yet sucks hard when he plays for my club team the Dragons. Who I am scared may be battling the tigers for the spoon

Why doesn't McDonalds mcflurry the ice cream anymore? This M&M mcflurry is disappointing and shoulda gotten a sundae.

I want to believe Nova has some habits that drive Sid absolutely crazy. Makeup scattered over the bathroom counter, shoes never in their place in her room or near the door. They are always left until the dinner table. If she borrows his car she doesn't turn down the music when she gets out so when he goes to turn on the engine he's blasted with some loud tune.

Last Nova thought I had from earlier in the week, Sid spying a nice little mark on her neck/collarbone area left by her pretty boy friend Luke 👀

Okay that might be it. Probs not because I'm a chatterbox. Sorry its alot just blurting all that out. Don't have to reply to this word vomit.

Please share your random thoughts 💛

ps. You survived the week of exams etc. That's a huge achievement. You should be so proud. Now hopefully you can relax and have a stress free night hopefully

-🐨

EK wants some of that. Bet he wants to squish Sid’s little giggling face. 🫣

Would it be wrong of me to say he ha a purpose to play for in QLD 😂. Also, Billy Slater as a coach is pretty great, I was listening to a podcast on him and it’s so interesting!

They are flat chat getting the fucking machine working as is! Anything with casein in it makes me so sick so I stay away from all that dairy stuff! KFC and Red Rooster are better.

I bet you she does. When she crochets, random bits of wool left lying around. Shoes next to the shoe rack instead of on it. When she unloads the dishwasher putting the forks in the knife section of the drawer. He 100% got in the car one day and the chorus of beautiful things was playing and his ears died.

She is wearing Luke’s shirt too, and it’s to large in the neck and all he sees is this purple mark and he basically tackles her to get a closer look and gives her the most ‘you let him do this, I’m going to kill him’ look.

Please, talk all you want I love it! Honestly my thoughts, I have a few.

Scottlin plays the electric guitar which annoys the crap out of most but Luke loves it and so does Connor. Connor makes sure to go to all her bands gigs!

Nova is big into pranks, because of Flower. So when she gets a text from him saying ‘$400 if you take the wheels of your dads car’ she just obviously says yes!

what else you got for me tonight! 🖤💛

#risen rambles :d #nc57 #jack hughes #quinn hughes #luke hughes #sh48

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ryuksbathsaltedapples · 1 year ago

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High honor Arthur Morgan x younger reader

Ch 1 abt 3k words

Cw: older man younger woman, NO ACTUAL SEX yet 😏, eventual smut, FEM READER, shy and awkward reader, Arthur is a flirt 💪, masturbation, and believe that’s it nothing much

Author note: this is like the first BIG fic I’ve ever written💀 so if it’s a bit scratchy let me know! Would love to have feedback on what I can do to make my writing better. On another note I’ve only played about 1/4 of the actual game so far, so if this is not an accurate depiction of high honor Arthur let me know, just Spoiler Free!! But I will adjust his personality to make it as cannon as possible. Oh and suggestions for the next part would be great! Brain frog man, craziness

|Arthur finds a girl who needs help with her dog, little did this girl know he was gonna be like a parasite in her brain!|

Arthur was a tough a man, a man who’s killed, robbed, and hurt. But, he does have some morals and values in life, despite what others might think. He’d lived a hard life, 36 years of living and many of them running with the Van der Linde gang, but he trusted the people, trusted Dutch, and he’d never turn his back on them.

One morning while it was a bit cooler, a cold prickly brisk in the air hitting his face as he rode his horse, he saw a girl. He didn’t think much about it, just some young lady out for a stroll, that was until the young lady started calling for him. “Sir! Please! I-i need some help!” Her voice rang out in a pitch clearly distressed. On a bad day, he wouldn’t have tuned around, on an okay day he’d probably would’ve stopped, but today was a good day. So Arthur thought ‘what the hell’ and turned around riding his horse up to the young lady.

“What’s the problem miss?” He said his deep southern voice ringing out, the calmness in his tone widely different from the thin nature of hers. “M-My dog he’s…Jesus he’s fallen in a hole I can’t get him out…! I promise I’m not lying pleas help me!” Her voice rang thin again, he could see the red teary stains around her eyes, and even though apart of him felt suspicious he decided to believe her (besides if it was a trap, he could make it out unscathed easily). “Okay okay, tell me where the dog’s at?” He stated clearly trying to get the girl to calm down, he watched intently as she wiped her eyes and took some deep breaths. “He’s over there…, I tried pulling him out, but..damnit I can’t! He’s to heavy for me…” defeat and embarrassment rang through her voice as she spoke, clearly upset at her failed attempt. Arthur got off his horse and waved his hand, at this the girl started walking towards her big o’l dog.

“He’s in there…” the girl said quietly. The hole was deep and the dog, well being a dog was digging and running around all in it, clearly not as stressed about the situation as his owner was, Arthur sighed a little, realizing he’s about to have to either get in the hole with the dog or fight to get it out “your pup better be a good o’l companion for this…” he said in a slight exasperated laugh as he slowly crawled into the hole, the lady above not responding to his comment. The hole itself was most likely formed by an old cave in, a failed well hole at the looks of it eroded by time. Once Arthur was fully in the dog immediately ran to him sniffing his shoes and pants, its long tail wagging hard.

“He’s a good dog…! Just a bit…well stupid” she said a slight giggle falling over her voice as she spoke tiredly. Arthur took in the smelly big o’l animal, covered in dirt with a stocky build, a large black lab with a very dumb glint in its eyes “well, let’s see if I can get him out”. Once the dog had calmed down a bit he slowly wrapped his arms around the dogs flappy stomach lifting it up. With Arthur’s height he was able to push the dog up enough for the young lady to grab it, the dog crawling out to freedom; as Arthur himself climbed out of the hole he couldn’t help but smirk a bit at the sounds of her scolding the dog.

“Oh you stupid thing! Making me get all dirty and tired! And then forcing me to have to drag some poor soul to get you out!”. “Oh it ain’t no problem, he’s just testing your love” Arthur chuckled whipping some of the dirt off his jacket and pants. He couldn’t help but notice the slight blush on the young lady’s cheeks as she looked to him, she smiled a little as she spoke “..thank you sir, you’re a good person..w-what’s your name?” Her voice ranged shy, something he did not miss. “Arthur Morgan, and yours missy?” he spoke smiling at her, “it’s Y/N”

Weeks have gone by since you first met the handsome stranger. You weren’t expecting to think about someone who just helped get your dog out of a hole so much, but here you where in your room combing your hair out thinking about his smile, his hair, and his nice weathered cowboy hats and coat. Your daydreaming about this almost complete stranger was cut short as your mother walked in to your room. “Welp! Break times over sweetie, we need to get back to work” your mother spoke strongly but nicely as she exited your room.

You took a deep breath and stretched your back before getting off of the bed, and going outside to continue doing chores. It was a day like no other, feed the chickens, water the animals, weed the gardens, things you’ve been doing since you came out the womb. But, today instead of your mind drifting to thoughts about reading or going swimming in the evening, your only thoughts were on that mysterious cowboy….his face wouldn’t leave your mind, his shadowy stubble…., his tough eyes…, his hands…long and thick fingers, calloused by many hard days of work and life…you wondered how they would feel…, maybe in you hands , or….on your body. This time instead of the voice of your mother waking you from your thoughts, it was the prick of a rather thorny weed that made you snap back, you felt a bit embarrassed at yourself, how could you be so dizzy over a man you met once? I mean sure he was nice, respectful, tough, and handsome….But that’s not the point! ‘If I’m ever gonna get anything done I need to clear my big o’l head!’ You thought shaking your face and continuing with your chores.

Sabbath day, you loved it, sure the preacher could get annoying…, and sometimes some of the church members looked at you weird. But, your chores didn’t have to be done today; thoughts raced as the sermon continued, barely paying attention to what the preacher was preaching as you thought what you would do with such a fine Sunday to yourself thoughts about baking, catching up to a book, maybe even begging your parents to let you ride out on your own for a few hours. These thoughts raced and raced, until the next thing you knew you were walking out of church and heading home, but something of surprise came when you got home. Your father, a very gruff man handed you $8 and told you to spend it on what you wanted: well, now you you knew what you were gonna do.

After eating lunch (very quickly might I add) you headed for town, your plan was simple, get some treats, some new pencils or pastels, and maybe check for a new book. You walked into the general store and said hello’s at the owner before looking around, taking in all of the small candies you might get; it was nice, for once being handed money and spending it on something other then necessities, being able to just do something nice for yourself. As you were looking around you heard the door to the shop open, you payed it no mind and kept looking around, trying to think about which sweet was worth the amount of money and what you would have left for other things. Once you picked out the candy you wanted you moved to the small art booking section, filled with the very basics and nothing more.

Looking around you heard a voice “excuse me missy, but I need to grab that” the voice was deep and relaxed, and it caught you off guard as you saw a tough hand pointing to some lead pencils. You turned your head to the man and your eyes immediately widen, the handsome face of the cowboy looking back at you, you couldn’t help but blush immediately feeling very awkward not expecting to ever see that man again. As you stepped over a bit so he could grab the pencils he looked at you again, his serious blue eyes scanning your face, it made you feel a bit nervous “hey…you’re the young lady with the dog!, thought I recognized such a pretty face” he smiled politely at you “y/n right?”. You nodded your head fast as you looked at him, Jesus, marry, and Joseph you could have fainted then and there, maybe it could have been like a romance, him capturing you in his arms…taking you on a romantic ride….kissing all over you… “I-I want to thank you again sir! For getting my dog out, you saved me a lot of trouble mr…Arthur?” You spoke tumbling your words out as you looked at him, standing so close you could really see how large he was, much taller then you, and obviously more muscular.

You felt like a train being derailed almost completely forgetting where you were or what you were doing, that was until he spoke again “well, don’t worry about it, feels good to help young things like you. I remember what it was like at that age, always needing help with something before you get it down” your mind raced as you saw him walking to the counter ending the conversation, you couldn’t just let him end it right here??! So you spoke again following behind him slightly, thinking of the only thing you can do for the man “hey…if you like pies or breads I-I’d like to give you some, I mean as a thanks for helping me, I’ll bake anything you like!” Arthur looked at your for a second taking in the offer, then he spoke cracking his neck as he did “well why not? Haven’t had a good apple pie in.., well a while, besides free food is free food!” He smiled at you as he payed for his things, and oh lord, that smile, maybe you should’ve stayed in church all day with the thoughts swirling in your head. You told him where you lived and to meet you there tomorrow afternoon and he agreed before exiting the store, outside the window you could see him talking to an older gentleman who pointed inside as he spoke to Arthur. Suddenly you felt very embarrassed.

You went to sleep early that night unusual for you were known to stay up a bit later to have time to yourself, but the thought of seeing that cowboy tomorrow made you want the day to come sooner. You woke up early that morning and immediately went to go look in the ice box to see if there were any apples left, luckily you found a few and as you were bringing them to the kitchen your mother noticed, and was asking why in the world you were baking now? You stumbled through an explanation about how you were thanking the man who helped you with your dog, your mother eventually backed down but she still seemed a bit upset at the idea of some strange man coming to see her daughter, but she figured it was just a curtsy for him helping you. You baked the pie as fast as you could while also keeping it well, once you were done you hurried outside to catch up on chores you missed while baking.

It felt like hours upon hours of waiting for Arthur to arrive, but eventually around 1pm he did, you saw his horse riding up to your humble estate and you tried to fix yourself as best as you could before greeting him. You walked him inside and your mother walked into the kitchen staring down the man very intently, looking him over and judging his appearance. “Hello Mrs….?” He trailed waiting for your mother to answer “L/N, Mrs L/N. I heard you helped my daughter get our dog unstuck?” She said curtly never taking her eyes off the man “yes, just doing what I can to help. Quite a beautiful estate you have” he spoke warmly trying to defuse the tense air. You stood there quite awkward as your mother interrogated Arthur, but you kept yourself busy as you pulled out a plate for him and yourself and began to prep the pie, “…mom do you want any..?” You spoke quietly looking at your mother who was finally starting to loosen to the cowboy “not right now dear, I’m going to sort the vegetables, I’ll have some after dinner” she said as she left to go drag in a box of recent vegetables grown.

You made Arthur a plate and he sat down at the table taking in the atmosphere of your home, you felt nervous as you put his plate on table before making your own and sitting down. You watched him take a a few bites and a very pleased look spread across his face, “well I haven’t had many, but this is probably one of the best apple pies I’ve had” he said smiling at you clearly making himself comfortable in your home. Your face flushed red and you smiled at him “thank you…I try my best” your voice shy as you ate your own serving. Your mother came back into the house and started sorting and washing the vegetables Yall would keep in the sink; you continued to talk to Arthur, shyly asking about his life, you noticed his answers were rather vague but you didn’t want to push him. From what you could gather he really was just some Cowboy, taking odd jobs and exploring this part of America looking for the next big thing.

After talking causally to him for a while you began to lighten up a bit relaxing some, your mother walked back out of the house and once she was away you were shocked to see Arthur lean over the table a bit staring at you. “You’re quite a sight Miss y/n, always nice to see pretty young ladies like you, especially if they’re making me pies” he chuckled lightheartedly giving you a nice smirk. If you weren’t mistaken you believed you just felt your whole body pulse, suddenly you felt very hot and you could barely make eye contact with the man your whole face covered in blush. “Thank you…” you spoke out quietly voice a squeak as you felt a tingle in your legs. You heard him chuckle at your embarrassed demeanor his face lit up with a dangerous charm. After a few moments your mother came back into the house and shortly after Arthur left thanking you for the hospitality.

Later that night you had gotten ready for bed, cleaned yourself off and put on your nightgown. You laid down and warmed up underneath the covers, closing your eyes and getting comfortable, but immediately thoughts about Arthur clouded your brain, the words he spoke to you making you feel hot and sensitive. Images of his face…his hands…, Jesus his hands, his long thick callused fingers, you couldn’t stop thinking about them. And then something even worse came to mind, books your mother would have burned if she caught you reading them flashed in your head, stories of damsels and their knights in shining armor, but it was more than that… You kept thinking about those certain chapters…were the knight would slowly undress the damsel, kiss from the top of their head down to their stomach…going further and further till they reach their cunt, kissing them along their other lips….fondling their chest.

You couldn’t take it anymore, your whole body felt on fire as you kept thinking about such sinful things, so to ease the tension in your body you slowly started fondling yourself, gently pinching your nipples letting out soft quiet moans and mewls, your breast felt soft in your hands and the feeling of your nipples hardening from the touches made you feel wetter. After a bit of teasing your now perky nipples you traced you hands slowly down to your own cunt, slowly rubbing your now very wet slit, trying to keep your moans low as you rubbed your wet clit, your pussy hot and sensitive. You slowly plunged your fingers into your sopping hole pushing them in and out till your legs started to shake and your back started to arch, the wet squelching sounds of your tight pussy echoing across the walls.

One hand using fingers to fuck yourself, the other hand using your fingers to rub your very needy and inflamed clit, you couldn’t help the quiet moans and whines coming out of your mouth, as your fingers kept moving inside you trying to touch those spots that made you cry out. You kept this up for a while, getting more and more worked up, but no matter how much you bucked your hips, no matter how much you rubbed yourself you just couldn’t cum, you would get so close to the edge just for it to slowly dissipate. Eventually your arms started to feel tired and so did you, so with some aggravated whines you tuned over and went to sleep, pussy still wet and needy.

#rdr2 #rdr2 arthur #arthur morgan #x reader #fem reader #arthur morgan rdr2 #rdr2 fic #Arthurmorgan #sexyarthurmorgan #older man younger woman #cowboy #shy reader

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lucius-morningstar · 7 months ago

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You're what?!

Lucius finds out he's an uncle, first panic then asking for help. ----- Lucius: Please tell me I didn't hear that. Husk: Kind of feels like you want to tune it out. Lucius: Well how else am I suppose to react. Babies don't belong in hell! Angel: *Snorts* Looks like you're shit outta luck then. Uncle Luc- Lucius: Shut up! Just shut up!, Maybe I was hearing things. Husk: We heard it, so sorry to burst your bubbl- Lucius: Yes but you two are either drunk or high so I can't take your word for anything. Angel: Wow.. Low blow Lucius. Lucius: You like low blows. Angel: Only when I do em. Husk: *Sighs* Look, face facts she's pregnant. Better get over it now. Lucius: Ugh.. Angel: Why are you so bummed about this. Lucius: Its just a lot okay, I don't want Charlie to overwhelmed. She's already dealing with quite a bit right now. Pregnancy on top of all that. Angel: Honestly out of the two of them I think Charlie is the best choice.. Picture Vaggie being pregnant. Lucius: No, Thank you. Husk: We can either make the best of this or you can continue to panic and overthink i-.. And he's gone. Angel: Wonder where he's going. Husk: Two options. Either to Charlie or their dad but both I find extremely unlikely. Angel: Who else would he go too then? ----- Carmilla: Why are you here. Lucius: Well, as surprising as this might sound you're the only mother figure I know whose good to her kids in Hell. Carmilla: Gee thanks. Lucius: That sounds bad but just listen for a minute. The only mothers I know who live in hell either went on a "Hiatus" or outright hate their kids. You not only have a good relationship with your daughters but love them unconditionally. Carmilla: That doesn't tell me why you're here. Lucius: Can you swear on your daughter's lives you won't say anything. Carmilla: ..Don't make me kill you. Lucius: Charming but I'm serious, this cannot get out. Please. I have literally no one else to go too. Carmilla: Fine I won't say anything, now what. Lucius: My sister is pregnant and I have no idea how to handle this. Carmilla: ..Are you the father- Lucius: Fuck no, why would you even ask that. Carmilla: Cause most uncles don't freak out over their sister being pregnant. Lucius: Well in case you forgot this is literal hell. A baby has no place in hell. So I need a motherly perspective from someone who gives a shit about her child. Carmilla: You think Charlie won't, you think Vaggie won't-.. How did they e- Lucius: My guess is magic I didn't ask for details. And it's not that I don't think Charlie won't be a great mom, I think she'll be great at it, I'm more concerned on what to look out for or you know stress mothers go through and how I can help her a bit. Carmilla: You realize it's been quite sometime since I had a baby. Lucius: I can tell. Carmilla: I'm going to ignore that for your sake but if you're actually intending to want to help your sister, maybe take on more of her work load. Less stress the better and maybe try to make an effort to get along with her partner. Lucius: Ugh.. Carmilla: Oh grow up she's not that bad. Lucius: You've only met her once. Carmilla: She's been coming by more often honestly if you'd been around maybe you'd know that. Lucius: If you didn't threaten to shoot or maim me every time I come to see your daughter then maybe I would. Carmilla: The fact you know why I threaten you should tell you more then enough. Lucius: I wouldn't hurt her- Carmilla: You already did but that's neither here nor there, if you want to be of use and be helpful then start by acting nicer to her partner and helping out more around the hotel. See where it goes from there. Lucius: Wait what do you mean I already did. Carmilla: Sorry that's not part of our discussion and I've got a meeting to attend too so either leave or I will make you. Lucius: ..Fine. Thank you for your help Carmilla. Carmilla: You're welcome. Lucius: I never wanted to hurt her, I hope you know that Carmilla: Then prove it. Words mean very little to me. Lucius: *nods* Alright I like a challenge. See ya Mila! Carmilla: Do not!-.. And he's gone.

#fan character #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fandom #hotel hazbin #hazbinhotel #husk hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin angel dust #hazbin carmilla #hazbin hotel carmilla

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sith-obikin · 2 years ago

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THIRD BATCH OF SITH WORKS ❤️‍🔥

Stay tuned for fic author reveals in the upcoming days!

📣 A small note from the mods:

We’ve been contacted by a few participants about issues with the deadlines. We don’t want anybody stressed with our fest, so we decided to still keep the window open for posting art and fics until (and including) the final date of the festival: May 1st!

We’re absolutely thrilled with the engagement and reach of this project, and if keeping the deadline open until the end can help, we’re happy to oblige ❤️‍🔥

• Art by @weillschmidtdoodles

Prompt:

Reverse Master Padawan AU

• Art by @kana7o

Prompt:

Same age raised as a sith AU

• Art by @obibabywan

Obi-Wan thinks banging Ani back to the light would work but instead he rides the man into the dark side instead. They end up falling together

• Art by @weillschmidtdoodles

Prompt:

Qui-Gon dies but Obi-Wan doesn't get to train Anakin, he is given to another Master. Years pass and without the help of taking care of his young charge Obi-Wan is not dealing well with his grief and emotions.

So when during a mission to investigate Kamino he is approached by his grandmaster Dooku, there isn't much holding him in the Jedi Order.

What Obi-Wan doesn't know is that young Anakin harboured a massive crush for him and now will do anything to bring his beloved Obi back to him.

DW: Anakin being obsessed over Obi-Wan, finding ways to seek him out and confront him, getting angry and jealous when Kenobi fights or flirts with other Jedi. Obi-Wan secretly trying to protect the boy from Sidious grand plan.

DNW: Infidelity. Obi-Wan or Anakin openly engaging in any sexual or romantic activity with someone else (past mentions of flings are fine).

• Art by @leighbirdart

sith!obi and padawan!anakin

• Art by @bi-wan

Trapped

• Art by @mandhos

• Video edit by @goldendaffodilskenobi

A very passionate and possessive Sith Anakin lures in his beloved Obi-Wan to the dark side

• scattered like stars across the universe by Anonymous

Whump with sith Obi-Wan + jedi anakin.

They haven't known each other for long but actually long enough for them both to develop feelings to each other despite their differences. The context on how they meet is up to you. It can be because of a mission the council assigned to Anakin, but yeah you decide.

One day Anakin gets seriously injured by one of Lord Kenobi's inquisitors. Obi-Wan goes feral and fully in protective boyfriend mode (The guilty inquisitor is immediately killed of course).

DW: The more angsty and whumpie the better!, Blood loss injury

DNW: major character's death (it can be temporary tho), smut

• taste of the divine by Anonymous

married sith obikin!

could be with either one as emperor and the other being their 'right hand' or the proposal/ceremony, or literally however you want it, just them being happily married and very evil :D

DW: since its an au so preferably suitless vader, smut not required but idm, also its okay if they border on a little unhealthy

DNW: non-con, scat, etc. and anidala

• Blade to Blade by Anonymous

Anakin was sent to take down the Sith lord Darth Placidus, but made another choice instead. But returning to his life as a Jedi afterwards won't be as simple as he thought.

#sith obikin #obikin #sith #fest #vaderwan #vader #obi wan #darth vader #anakin #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #sith obi wan #sith anakin #THIRD DAY EVERYONEE #fics and art #so much delicious food

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cloudcountry · 6 months ago

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Part 3 of rant ig?

But yeah, idia is fucking doomed by the narrative in every way and for whatever reason it make my brain light the fuck up.

I would definitely consider myself the emotional support dog to a degree? I like helping people with mental health and I feel obligated to help those I can. I've had a bad run with my own brain and my shit can be considered MILD compared to a lot of stuff. And so I look at characters like idia, I relate, and I immediately go "HOLY SHIT I NEED TO TAKE HIM OUT OF STRESSFUL SITUATIONS IMMEDIATELY " I'm the oldest of my siblings I'm a care taker I look at those people who need validation or brain feelings help and I go "I GOTCHU BRO" because if my brain made me feel as bad as I felt.. WHO KNOWS WHAT ITS DOING TO THIS POOR GUY :((( LIKE

Liking idia is like finding the wettest most pathetic half dead cat that's scared of ppl and has behavioral issues, and helping it becuase that kitty has the potential to be the bestest and most happiest cat ever

Tldr: he's so fucked up he triggers my protective and nurturer instincts

Plus!!! He likes anime and I was literally raised on that! Since I was like 8, every Saturday the whole family would watch an episode of Dragon Ball and an episode of Bleach. Otaku??? Ranting buddy??? Someone the theorize and binge with?? YES. Dude have you ever shit talked your least favorite character and everyone hyped you up becuase they ALSO hate that character???? THAT SHIT CATHARTIC!! AnD THAT HALLOWEEN GETUP???? HONEY DO YOU WANT TO COSPLAY WITH ME PLEASE I JUST WANT TO WEAR MECH ARMOR---

Idia is Hella nuerodivergent coded and it makes me salivate because like!!! He knows TM. Existing around other people with fucked up brains is so weirdly cool becuase alot of the time you can just tune in to the other on a subconscious level like Bluetooth connection. PARALLEL PLAY WOULD BE FUCKING AMAZING WITH IDIA BC HE WOULD JUST PLAY GAMES AND YOU CAN DO WHATEVER YOU WANT!!! Also the infodumping. INFODUMPING BELOVED. I personally, would love to hear him go off about tech shit that I would not understand becuase just the feel of the passion is intoxicating!! (This feeling extends to Jade leech btw) FREE DOCUMENTARY!!!

Another thing I also appreciate is the Sass that they stole from Hades, Idia is a sassy little bitch and it is WONDERFUL. He is a petty little shit. A horrible stinky gremlin man. I love the slang, the puns, the utter bullshit. He intrigues me and I wish to study him!!!!! He would send me a blurry picture of bread with the caption "me living that crumb life " at 2:47 am and I would lose my shit BECUASE YES. CRUMB LIFE!!! YOU ARE LIVING IT!!!! He's also genuinely smart and I like smart characters. Idia is a little shit, but he's also smart. I 100% believe in the "you can think your way out of anything if you just get creative enough" way of looking at things. IMPROVISE ADAPT OVERCOME!!! I appreciate the technological skills and alternative thinking patterns! (camp Vargas where he motivated himself to pick up sticks by comparing it to something he liked? Boom. Creative thinking beats out executive dysfunction!!!)

It's a type of friendship and weird bullshit I couldn't see myself doing with a lot of other twst characters ? There potential for a deep emotional understanding and connection that is just really alluring for my mind ig

Just 2 fucked up ppl trying to exist, but at least it's easier together sort of thing? Also idia would probably let me kill someone.

okay WOW you and edie sent me so much about this man and i like just woke up so now im reading this with a hazy sleep brain LMAO AKSJDHHSFGJDHSGDFH

but you know its very interesting to see how things that bother me SO MUCH are things that make other people laugh. they make other people like him. THE THINGS I DONT LIKE ARE ENDEARING TO YOU PEOPLE!!!!! its all about perspective!

idia is really fucking smart like i may not like him but i can acknowledge his good parts. he cares about his brother hes smart and uhhhh ummmm uhhhhhhhhhh ANYWAY. im just teasaing SDJJSDDJ but thats why i love when i get these long winded messages about characters i dont like because if i can change my mind about rook and vil i can change my mind about idia

all it takes is people who loves him!!

#identity <3

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casspurrjoybell-17 · 2 years ago

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HEART'S FATE - CHAPTER 26

*Warning: Adult Content*

After a delicious meal, a long sunset walk up and down the beach and a few hours around the campfire, Martin Hunter’s children are ready for bed.

He offers Nico and Rio a bedtime story but to his surprise, they ask Skylar West to sing them a lullaby instead.

Skylar looks to Marin with a question in his arched brow and the single dad nods his consent.

He follows them to the large tent they'd borrowed from Martin’s brother, Alpha Dane Hunter and make sure they're all tucked in and have everything they'll need for the night, water bottles, flashlights, extra blankets in case it gets cold, before launching into a soft, low tune in the same strange tongue as last time.

Martin listens for a moment but when his eyelids start to droop, he shakes himself and moves out of range.

A few minutes later, Skylar steps from the tent, zips it shut and rejoins Martin by the fire.

"That was fast," Martin remarks evenly.

He winces apologetically.

"I did my best to keep magic out of it but it's nigh impossible for a siren to sing without some effect."

Martin smiles up at him.

"It's okay. Getting children to sleep without magic is nigh impossible, too."

Skylar’s expression warms.

"They'll sleep 'til dawn, I'd wager. Should be safe for us to take a walk."

With a hesitant glance at the tent, Martin chews at his bottom lip.

He has barely let his children out of his sight in so long, anxiety fizzles in his gut like soda water at the thought of leaving them alone.

"Martin," Skylar says, drawing Martin’s attention back to himself gently. "They'll be alright. Flora and Miguel are twelve. Do you remember what it was like to be twelve?"

Martin laughs under his breath.

"My brothers and I were terrors. Maybe this is karma for all the stress we caused our parents. One time, we tried to catch a glimpse of a Lycian, a sort of monster wolf, that had wandered onto our territory. Just about got ourselves killed. We were grounded for a month."

"Have Flora and Miguel ever done anything similar?"

"No. Thank the Goddess."

Skylar nods.

"They're intelligent, mature and responsible children. They'll be fine and so will the little ones in their care. Now, you and I have a date."

He extends his hand to Martin and after a final hesitation, the single dad takes it and lets him pull him to his feet.

Skylar grabs a blanket and a pair of towels and then they walk away from the campground and out across the low dunes to the gently sloping beach.

It's not especially long, stretching just about a kilometer from end to end and large waves, rocks and riptides make it unsuitable for swimming.

Pebbly sand, looming cliffs and tidal pools make it picturesque, nonetheless and one end harbors a secluded little cove.

They had explored it with the children earlier and it is towards this Skylar leads Martin now.

A jut of dark rock hides it from view,and if you didn't know it was there, you might miss it.

At high tide, the waves cut it off from the rest of the beach.

The tide is in now but this doesn't deter Skylar in the least and he times things perfectly.

As a wave withdraws its foaming white waters back into the sea, he grabs Martin’s hand and with a whoop of laughter, pulls him with him as they dash around the wall of barnacle-encrusted stone.

On the other side, a narrow little canyon bites into the cliff.

It may have started out a sea-cave but now the top is open to the moon and stars.

Fine sand covers its floor and high, dark walls of sea-scoured rock shield it from the wind.

At its mouth, a pool shielded by a ring of rocks remains relatively still despite the waves that dash themselves against its barriers.

At high tide, it will merge with the sea as the waters rise but at the moment it appears sheltered and calm.

Skylar leads Martin up into the little canyon and spreads their blanket on the smooth sand beyond the mark of high tide.

“Here, let's wait until the moon is higher," he says, "for the best light."

Smiling, Skylar lies on his back and pulls Martin down at his side.

The moon isn't visible in the stretch of sky above but its light already outshines the lesser stars and fills the air with a silver haze.

"How many lovers have lain in this very spot, do you think?" he asks quietly.

"Lovers... Is that what we are?" Martin muses, trying out the word.

Skylar turns his head to look at the smaller male and his hand finds his.

"I hope so."

"Have you had many?"

"A few, as I told you before."

"All human?"

He nods.

"All save one."

"Which one was that?"

Skylar rolls onto his side and props himself on his elbow to look down at Martin, his hair spilling over his muscled shoulder like a curtain.

"The only one I have fallen in love with."

Martin’s heart clenches with an unfamiliar feeling and he recognizes jealousy only by description.

"What happened?" Martin asks around the sudden tightness in his throat.

Skylar smiles.

"I don't know yet. I'm hoping he will fall in love with me, too."

Flushing as he catches on, Martin stares up at him.

"What if he already has?"

"Then I'd ask if he'd consent to be mine."

"And if he said yes?"

"Then I'd bring him to a secluded beach, beneath the moon and stars, and make passionate love to him."

Martin wrinkles his nose.

"Sounds cold and scratchy. Sand gets everywhere, you know."

"I'd bring a nice soft blanket to lie upon and towels in case the sea gets us wet and a few extra things, to get us wet on purpose."

From the pocket of his loose trousers, Skylar produces a little bottle.

Martin can just make out the label in the refracted moonlight and recognizes it as a type of body oil that can double as lube.

"Only, of course, if he wanted to," Skylar adds, setting the bottle aside.

Silence falls between them.

The wind sighs over the canyon's top but doesn't touch them and the waves crash and boom with a constant and primordial beat.

A similar beat pulses in Martin’s blood and pools with a strange heat in his core as desire stirs to life but Skylar says nothing more.

He's woven his half of the net and handed the rest to Martin who can finish it and ensnare them both or let it unravel, if he wished.

His ex-wife, Elena never offered him such power.

Even when they were starting out and everything seemed perfect and Martin thought he was perfectly in love with her, she simply told him what she wanted and he obeyed.

Martin thought he was lucky.

He’s no Alpha and being told what to do could be hot, in the right context.

It only became a problem when he figured out he didn't have a choice.

Not like the choice Skylar was giving him.

Yes or no and every shade of maybe in between.

"I think he'd want to," Martin whispers.

He sees the shadow of Skylar's arched brow.

"I think I'd want to be sure."

Meeting his eyes in the dark, Martin holds his gaze.

"I want to."

Skylar smiles.

"If, hypothetically, you were this one, the only one, man or woman, I have ever loved, I would want to be sure of your comfort. Do you prefer to give or to receive? I enjoy both ends of the bargain."

Understanding his meaning, Martin blushes.

He has always been more comfortable in a passive role and he knows there's nothing wrong with that but it's also probably why Elena chose him as a target.

Still, Skylar is not Elena and word by word, action by action, he's proving it.

"Receive," Martin says.

Even in the dark, he sees Skylar’s eyes light with an inner gleam, like the moon upon the sea.

"And would you have me, here and now?"

As the waves crash upon the shore and the moon peeks over the canyon's rim above, Martin answers with the only words he can.

"Yes, I would."

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MAJOR OMORI SPOILERS!!!

Okay OMORI gang as animals go!

Sunny: a cat! He’s quiet and cute but also known to bottle up his emotions until he explodes. Many cats are like that and can’t show how there feeling until they lash out. Cats also symbolise rebirth, curiousity and elegance as well as independence. Sunny is constantly using rebirth in his dreams when he kills Basil as OMORI and is always curious even if it’s dangerous. Like how he opens the door when he hears maris voice although he knows its a trap and how he wants to know the truth even if it could hurt him in the good/Sunny ending

Basil: A bee because while he can be cute and also helps others a lot (e.g pollinating, helping everything come to fruition), he can also be a deadly little motherfucker and sting the shit out of you (CoUgH* Sunny’s eye- *cOuGh*). Bees also represent fertility, generousity, and dedication. Basil is very dedicated to his friends in the game, with him helping sunny and all but also dedicated to his friends so much that it becomes a flaw as he stays in denial over his friends murder that he will take an eye out take away who he believes is the murderer, something.

Aubrey: Tasmanian devil! While incredibly threatening in looks and has the possibility to be seriously dangerous Tasmanian devils prefer to flee. Tasmanian devils can be quite terrifying when threatened but otherwise like to avoid fights just like how in Aubrey’s attack animation, while she appears with her nail bat, never actually hits you with it out im fear of hurting you seriously. But they will attack in self Defense. Tasmanian devils represent change, righteous anger and strength along with the meaning that only you can change what’s happening now. Aubrey is angry because she believes shes been abandoned and has every right to get angry, that’s her belief. Her strength refuses to let her crumble and she lashes out instead of falling apart at this belief and takes out what she believes to be righteous fury on Basil as she believes he scratched out the photos.

Kel: sugar glider! He’s cute and adorable and also hyperactive as FUCK. Sugar gliders also mean cleverness and to do whatever they have set out to do aka determination. Kel has a lot of determination to help his friends in game. Kel is also a lot smarter than he seems and helped many through grief by his smarts of knwoing how to help others. He constantly persists through the odds and flys high like how sugar gliders do.

Hero: DOGGO! I had two for hero but thought this suited him better. Hero is a nice and calm perosn who is very sensitive to his emotions, but knows when to reign them in usually. Dogs represent loyalty, faithfulness, love and guidance as well as alertness. Often he knows when a fight is incoming and calms it down (eg aubrey and kel) and can sense when someone isn’t feeling right. He is also called universally loved in the game as he is so in tune with his surroundings and loyal to Mari and his friends. Dogs are also known to tell when the people around them are feeling certain ways and either try to cheer them up or reflect there owners emotions. He has faith in their bonds and guides the group when lost. Also the other option for him is as a peacock as well because cmon we all know he can charm others-

Mari: a hummingbird! Hummingbirds represent peace, happiness, the enjoyment of life and healing! In the game Mari is always a positive thinker and also a perfectionist. while this can make her stresssful she also reflects on this bad trait by being quite relieving when others are under stress due to experiencing such stress. In the game especially in the sunny/good ending route she is seen guiding and helping all fo the gang, especially sunny, through their healing over grief and their loss. She is the groundbreaker for sunny to find out the truth and apologise and tell this truth. She made the group happy and kept peace and tried to help then heal after her death. She is so positive that even as a ghost she influences the ones she cares about to be better.

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svechnikovvv · 2 years ago

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can’t take my eyes off you - BONUS

gif by: @mensource

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

warnings: foul language, tooth-rotting fluff, gets a bit steamy

word count: 1,764

a/n: AND Y’ALL THOUGHT CAN’T TAKE MY EYES OFF YOU WAS DONE 🤭

it’s been about 2 months since the family reunion and you & steve’s relationship was at its peak. things had been amazing between the two of you, besides dustin complaining that you cut in on his steve time. on the days that you do get steve all to yourself, it’s pure bliss.

today, however, wendy was coming to spend the night with you two, as promised. to say you were excited would be an understatement. you’d been looking forward to this for a while, so when steve called you and told you wendy was coming over, you were ecstatic.

steve’s doorbell rings and you’re quick to get up and answer it. you open the door and see laura standing there holding wendy’s hand in one of hers, and a bag with what you’re assuming is her stuff for the weekend in the other.

“princess y/n!” wendy shouts, flinging herself at you. you chuckle and pick her up.

“princess wendy! how are you lovebug?”

“i lost a tooth!” she opens her mouth and shows you. you gasp.

“did the tooth fairy show up?” she nods her head excitedly.

“how much did you get?”

“FIVE dollars!”

“you have more than me” she giggles and you look at laura.

“thank you so much for letting her stay the weekend with steve and i”

“it’s no problem, really. she’s been asking me nonstop when she was going to see you again” you both share a laugh.

“where’s steve?”

“he’s working at the moment. he should be home in an hour or so” she nods. she then hands you wendy’s bag.

“these are her clothes and some toys she likes. uh, michael and i’s contact information is in there in case you need it” you nod, and then laura looks at wendy.

“wendy darling, behave for steve and y/n. okay?”

“i will mommy” she nods

“good. i love you”

“i love you too, mommy” laura waves bye and then you shut the door behind her. you hang up wendy’s bag on a hook by the door, reminding yourself to get it later.

“is princess wendy hungry?”

“yes!” you laugh and head to the kitchen, placing wendy on the kitchen counter.

“so, what do you want to eat?” you place your hands on your hips and she taps her pointer finger on her chin, thinking.

“pb&j!”

“i like your thinking” you smile at her and grab the ingredients, proceeding to make her her sandwich.

“crust or no crust?”

“no crust” you nod and cut off the crust, then cutting the sandwich in half diagonally. you grab a plate and put the sandwich beside her and she eats it happily. twenty minutes and a lot of talking later, she’s all done and you have about 30 minutes to kill until steve gets home. an idea pops into your head and you face wendy.

“want to make some brownies?” she perks up and nods vigorously. you grab the box of brownie mix, a bowl, the rest of the ingredients needed and a spatula.

“okay, princess wendy, do we want some music playing?” she nods her head and you head over to the record player steve had in the living room, and you pick out something. the arrival album by abba. you smile, remembering when steve bought this.

***

“y/n! i have a surprise for you!” you leap up from the couch at the sound of steve’s voice. you walk over to the front door and steve’s holding something behind his back.

“what are you hiding, harrington?” you squint your eyes at him and he smiles widely. he then reveals what’s he’s holding: the arrival album by abba.

“i know how much you said you loved them” he shrugs bashfully and looks at your face to gauge your reaction. you then break out into a smile and fling yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“it’s perfect, my love”

“oh thank god. i was worried you wouldn’t like it and i started to stress out” you chuckle and pull away from the hug.

“i always love the things you get me” you whisper to him, then giving him a sweet kiss.

***

you place the record down, then putting the needle on it. the familiar tune of i kissed the teacher plays and you head back to the kitchen. you hum along to it. you walk over to the oven and preheat it to 350.

“i like this song, what’s the name of it?”

“i kissed the teacher” wendy’s face scrunches up

“ewwwww” she giggles and you laugh with her. you then pick her up and set her on the counter beside you.

“okay, im gonna cut open this and i want you to dump it in the bowl” she nods and you cut open the bag of brownie mix, handing the bag to her. she dumps it in the bowl.

“step one is done” she grins big and then you grab a measuring cup.

“okay, i’m going to pour oil in here and you’re gonna dump it into the bowl with the brownie mix” she nods and you crouch down slightly so you can see the measurements on the side. once you have a 1/3 cup full, you hand it to wendy.

“now pour it all in there” she does as told and pours the oil into the bowl. you continue this process with the rest of the ingredients, except for the eggs, and soon you’re mixing it all together. you’re singing along to the songs and swaying your hips as you mix the brownie batter. occasionally you’ll point the brownie-covered spatula at wendy and use it as a microphone. wendy is laughing at your theatrics.

‘why did it have to be me’ comes on and you’ve already placed the brownies in the pam-greased tray and popped them in the oven. you gave wendy the spatula to lick and she enjoyed it a little bit too much. you’re now holding her in your arms. you start dancing with her and you don’t notice steve enter the house.

“i only wanted a little love affair!“ wendy’s giggling and you spin around with her and you’re both laughing. when you stop spinning, you’re facing the entrance of the kitchen and see steve standing there with crossed arms and a big smile on his face.

“stevie!” wendy shouts

“wendy!” steve walks towards the two of you. wendy makes grabby hands at him and he takes her out of your arms.

“what’ve you girls been up to? huh?”

“y/n and i made brownies!” steve looks at you then back at wendy

“did you now?” she nods her head

“she even let me lick the spatula” steve smiles

“she never lets me do that. so you must be special” wendy laughs and he sets her down on the floor and she runs off into the living room. abba is still playing in the back. steve then looks at you and his eyes soften. he places his arms around your waist and spins you around so that your back is to his front. he rests his jaw on your shoulder and places soft kisses on your neck.

“missed you” he mumbled and shivers go down your spine at his warm breath hitting your skin.

"is that so?"

"mhm" one of his hands travel underneath your shirt and up your stomach and you have to control yourself.

"steve," you say, barely above a whisper

"yes baby?"

"we can't do this. wendy. remember?" you manage to pull yourself together and pull away. you turn around to face steve.

"as much as i'd love to continue it, wendy is here all weekend" he lets out a whine and you chuckle.

"you'll live"

"no i won't" he pouts and you give him a kiss on his nose. you turn back around and head to the living room to wendy. you see her sitting in front of the tv which had cartoons playing.

"watcha watching?" you take a seat beside her on the carpet

"the smurfs" you chuckle, but soon you become just as engrossed in the show as she is. you two don't notice steve's presence behind you. you watch cartoons with her for a while before the oven dings, signaling the brownies are done.

"brownies!" wendy shouts, getting up and running to the kitchen. you follow behind her and steve behind you. you motion for her to stand back as you pulled the hot pan out of the oven. you set it atop of the stove and instantly the smell of freshly cooked brownies fills the house.

"ooh! i want mine!" you chuckle at wendy's excitement

"go wait in the living room and i'll cut us all up a piece. okay?" she nods and you usher her back into the living room. she listens and heads back to watching her cartoons. you, on the other hand, grab three plates and three cups.

"what're you doing y/n?" you turn and look at steve for a brief second, then going back to what you were doing.

"just go sit with wendy, will ya? i'll be there in a sec" he nods, heading to the living room with wendy and you take a knife from the knife block and divide the brownies into twelve equal parts. you grab a piece, place it on a plate then do the same thing for the next two plates. you then head over to the fridge and grab the gallon of milk, pouring some into each cup. you stand on your tiptoes to reach a serving tray and place all the food on there, heading to the living room.

"alright you heathens, dinner is served" you place a plate in front of each of them alongside a cup and then put yours down, setting the tray behind you on the couch.

"remember wendy, it's hot. so you may have to let it sit for a bit before you eat it" she nods and sips on her milk as she watches the tv. steve leans over and places a kiss on your temple.

"y'know, i can see us doing this one day. settling down and having kids of our own to make brownies with" you look up at him and smile

"you think so?"

"i know so," he smiles back and leans in, giving you a quick but meaningful kiss. once he pulls away, he claps his hands.

"now who's ready for the best slumber party weekend ever?" wendy gets excited

"me! me!" she screams and you laugh at the two.

you could get used to this

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