#support is not in his dictionary

[kaet-draws]

vergil is my dress up doll and i get to put him in ffxiv gear and pose him using samurai skills

bonus pic under readmore

not immune to giving him v's tattoos for no reason other than i like it

[shmowder]

the more I write the more I start to notice the interesting smooth flowing phrases in the daily posts I scroll by and the more I yoink them to save in my notes app. Like a fisher hauling in today's catch. Be it a pretentious word for a specific act or a clevery strung phrase that made me pause the doomscrolling, sometimes just catchy lyrics from a song

[sesamenom]

Maglor has definitely written at least three songs for the sole purpose of introducing rarer Valarin loanwords to his fanbase's general vocabulary, and therefore the Tirion dialect of Quenya as a whole. Feanor is equally proud (for linguistic accomplishments, and also somehow convincing people to actually speak Valarin) and infuriated (because those rare loanwords happen to have the 8 and 10 point tiles lined perfectly up with the triple letter squares, while the rest of the word hits the triple word). Celegorm retaliates with equally-high-value words derived from hunting-hound-language that he claims are commonly used in the Quenya-speaking sects of the Hunt. By the end of the YT a decent chunk of modern Feanorian Quenya was invented for a three-month-long Scrabble game.

I desperately would love love LOVE to introduce Feanorians to a Quenyan version of Scrabble and watch them explode

I imagine that they'd make a bigger board to be able to fit 10-12 players and it would go on for days. With bickerings on the validity of words and with Moryo as the score keeper who can't quite keep his mouth shut and joins in on the bickering on wheter the word choice is "so fucking stupid, Tyelko. It should be banned on principle. What the fuck-". Each of the Feanorion just keeps on making up new rules especially after the Ambarussa makes up new words and argues for a whole hour and a half that it "totally counts as a word. Trust us, Nelyo-", that time Meadhros tried to pass a whole ass sentence as a "word", when Feanor took almost 12+ hours to think up an appropriate word to put down and etc.

Because come on guys. Ñoldor? "Those with great knowledge"? Feanor? The guy who created a whole ass writing system (the Tengwar)? His family? Who is just as intense and competitive as him? His step-siblings who would no doubt love an excuse to throw down without getting into trouble with the Valar or Finwë? Scrabble is THE BEST for Ñoldor Family Game Night(s).

I can just imagine Feanor playing scrabble with Finwë, Indis, Nolofinwë, Arafinwë, Írimë and Findis. Oh boyy. Findis is keeping score but everyone keeps trying to justify how they should have a higher score that word. Nolo and Feanor are shouting. Accusing each other for cheating. Ara made a throwaway joke once and suddenly BOTH his brothers are shouting at him. Indis saw the chaos and wanted to put away the game but was immediately stopped. Finwë is just happy to spend time with his family. Írimë is, in fact, the one who is cheating

Edit: More Feanorion shenanigans here! For part 2

Edit: And another! For part 3

Edit: Part 4!

[Edited to keep it to one post. Was too excited to post]

[ohhisorry]

i have GOT to stop calling my sister when things go wrong. if i wanted to hear i told you so, i would’ve never cut off my narcissistic father…

[thoughtportal]

This is a developing news story and may be updated as more information is obtained. If you value such information, please support this Substack.

On Dec. 1, a woman immolated herself with a Palestinian flag outside the Israeli consulate in Atlanta.

Now, according to the Atlanta Fire Rescue Department, the woman — referred to in their report as “Jane Doe” — is alive and “in stable condition” at Grady Memorial Hospital, where she has been since the immolation.

After repeated requests for her name, the department stated to this reporter in an email that it “does not disclose the identities of victims”. Repeated inquiries to Grady, which is a public hospital, went unanswered. The hospital houses the Walter L. Ingram Burn Center.

“Jane Doe” is 27.

When asked if they had made any comment to tell the public that she was still alive this entire time, the official at Atlanta Fire Rescue Department said they “shared the last updated with local media via email on 12/21/23. The release stated: ‘The victim remains hospitalized in critical condition. The security guard, who attempted to assist the burn victim, has been released from the hospital.’” Several internet searches on that quote produce no results. This would also indicate that "Jane Doe" went from critical to stable condition without public notice. 

Aaron Bushnell immolated himself at the Israeli embassy in Washington, D.C. on Sunday, explaining “I will no longer be complicit in genocide” and shouting “Free Palestine!” repeatedly as he burned alive. So, his case — unlike many other self-immolations including Gregory Levey, Raymond Moules, Timothy T. Brown, Malachi Ritscher and others — has received some attention. Thus, “Jane Doe” being ignored fits with the usual pattern. Bushnell is the exception — probably because he livestreamed it. See “Ignoring Immolators Lulls the Society to Sleep.”

As Bushnell was burning himself alive, an officer pointed a gun at him, barking orders as if he constituted a threat. A security guard, Michael Harris, sustained injuries working to rescue “Jane Doe” — but there were similarities, where she was actually viewed as a potential threat.

At one point, the police report for “Jane Doe” refers to it as being a case of “arson”.

Much of the media coverage and general discussion of her self-immolation in December focused on if she had done damage. The Atlanta Police Chief said: “We believe this building remains safe, and we do not see any threat here.” The Israeli government released a statement: “It is tragic to see the hate and incitement toward Israel expressed in such a horrific way.”

Police records indicate that they obtained a search warrant and entered an apartment they believed to be associated with “Jane Doe” — initially using a drone:

The drone was able to relay information as to the layout and the belongings inside. After it was deemed "safe" entry was made with bomb technicians. While clearing the apartment no improvised explosive devices were located.

The police report also noted:

During the search a Quran was found in the bedroom along with a [sic] Arabic dictionary and a Hebrew dictionary. The bedroom bookshelf contained books related to fiction and fantasy. A "Drug use for grown ups" book was on the bookshelf as well. Two journals were seized from the bedroom. A thumbdrive was seized from the bedroom as well. A laptop computer was seized from the kitchen counter. A copy of the search warrant was left in the living room of the apartment. The front door [of] the apartment was secured before law enforcement left the premises.

When pressed for more information in compliance with an Open Records Request under Georgia law, Atlanta Fire Rescue Department claimed: “There is an ongoing and active investigation for the incident in question, which is why the only releasable information has been shared via the incident report. Investigative documentation is not available for release until the investigation is closed.”

[norrisidous]

request this would be cool if you could do it but if not totally fine!

Lando x y/n reader have been dating privately for a while but lando comes down really sick for a race week and reader can't not be their to support him so comes and takes care of him very fluffy lol

summary: where yn cames to support her sick bf warnings: nones

In Sickness and in Speed

The text comes in at 5:02 AM.

Can’t breathe through my nose. Feel like death. Plz send help 😩

You blink blearily at your phone, barely making out Lando’s name above the message. You’re curled up in your hotel bed, hundreds of miles away from the paddock. Technically, you were going to fly in tomorrow for the race. Technically, no one’s supposed to know you’re dating him—not even his engineer. But technically… Lando sounds like he’s on death’s door.

And technically, you can break a few rules for the man you love.

It had started months ago. The two of you met through a friend-of-a-friend situation—blame it on a birthday party and one too many rounds of “Never Have I Ever.” You hit it off immediately. He liked that you didn’t fawn over his fame. You liked that he listened—really listened—when you talked.

But privacy was non-negotiable. The media frenzy around his life was a hungry thing, and the thought of throwing you into that chaos had his stomach twisted in guilt before you even had your first kiss.

So you made a pact: lowkey, quiet, private. Texts deleted. Social media ghosted. You had your own life, and he had his. But when you could, you met in the quiet in-betweens.

Now, he’s sick. Really sick, judging by the barely comprehensible text messages he’s been sending all morning.

“Head spinning. My bones feel like paper mache.”

“Oscar keeps throwing tissues at me. Rude.”

“They’re making me do press 😩 I might die live on Sky Sports.”

Your heart twinges. You FaceTime him as you speed-pack a bag and order an earlier flight.

When his face appears, your heart practically sinks through the floor. His eyes are puffy, his nose is red, and he’s swaddled in what looks like three layers of McLaren hoodies.

“Oh, baby,” you coo. “You look like a sad little gremlin.”

“Don’t mock the ill,” he croaks, trying to smile. “It’s abuse.”

You grin, soft and fond. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“Was cute. Now I’m just a human snot fountain.”

“Hang tight,” you say, grabbing your passport. “I’m coming.”

By the time you arrive at the paddock hotel, it’s early evening. You have your lanyard, your credentials, and just enough insider pull to convince security you’re here “in an unofficial support capacity.”

Lando’s room is a mess of tissues, vitamin packets, and half-empty bottles of water. The TV is playing F1 highlights on mute. The air smells like menthol and misery.

You let yourself in quietly.

He’s passed out on the bed, one arm draped dramatically over his face, tissues stuck between his fingers. He looks like the dictionary definition of pathetic.

You set your bag down gently and tiptoe over.

As you lean down to brush the curls off his damp forehead, his eyes flutter open.

“Y/N?” he rasps.

“Hey, sleepyhead.”

He tries to sit up. “You’re here?”

“I’m here.”

Lando melts back into the pillow, relief washing over his face like warm sunlight. “Thought I was hallucinating.”

“Nope. Very real. And very ready to nurse you back to health.”

“Do nurses usually crawl into bed with the patient?”

You smirk. “Only the really good ones.”

You spend the next few days in a cocoon of tissues and tenderness.

You run to the paddock to get him soup between meetings. You sneak vitamins into his smoothies. You find out that he has a very specific hierarchy of throat lozenges (“the green ones are evil”), and you somehow bribe a hotel chef into making him plain mashed potatoes at midnight.

He groans and whines and calls you his “angel of mercy.” He sneezes on you twice and immediately tries to apologize with sick-boy cuddles. You fake being annoyed, but you wrap yourself around him like a koala every night anyway.

On qualifying day, you wake up to find him sitting up in bed, sipping tea and trying to put on his race suit backwards.

“Lando,” you say, barely stifling laughter. “That’s not how arms work.”

“I’m disoriented,” he mumbles, but he smiles for the first time in days. “Feel a little better though.”

You help him get dressed, comb your fingers through his hair, and press a warm kiss to his cheek. He leans into it like he’s starving for affection.

“You’re gonna be okay,” you whisper. “I’ve got you.”

Later, at the garage, when he pulls off his helmet after a decent quali run, he finds you waiting with a bottle of water and your eyes sparkling with pride. No one questions your presence. You blend in, just another support staffer, clipboard in hand.

But when he looks at you like that—soft, grateful, filled with something unspoken—you know it’s only a matter of time before the secret slips.

And maybe, you think, as he walks past the cameras and sneaks a wink at you…

Maybe you’re okay with that.

[eaterofdust]

Not the ai guy 😞

Hey Hiccup, whats your opinion on (I cant link it here) Ashes Of Berk-Hiccups Villain Song [How To Train Your Dragon] by Dark Matter on Yt.

Didnt know you could be such a villian... and had such a voice...

[Here's the link!]

"Oh...well, that's certainly not my own voice, but I'm flattered you thought so. I suppose, if things had gone differently, it could have turned out that way, but..."

He shook his head. "Seeking vengeance? That--that's not me. No, if I had managed to run...I don't think I ever would have returned. Well...I might have, but...not to burn the island to the ground."

[malereadermaniac]

૮ • ﻌ - ა Jocks n Straps - Jock Studio Guys x Male Reader

Word Count: 9k

Plot: Dating & Smut headcannons with Ace, Derek, Bryce, Zayne, Yuuto, Leo, Avan - 'dating' doesn't mean sfw!! (;¬_¬)

Featuring: Top!Characters x Bottom!Reader

Note: Pls bear in mind that the game isn't out yet, I have no clue if my characterisations of these guys will be accurate or not! Also - each scenario is separate! Reader's sport is track!

Warnings: Nsfw / MDNI ~ amab m!reader / FDNI

Derek Kingsfield ~ dating

Dating the quarterback of Olympus was not for the weak! At least it wasn't meant to be; but Derek made sure that it was as easy as possible for you. You first met the giant hunk-of-a-man on the track. Derek and his rugby friends were hanging out by the track n field section of Olympus, and the redhead couldn't take his eyes off of you for a solid three hours while you practiced. To be fair, you were not only one of the star runners of the track team, and not only fucking attractive, but Derek also found your personality super magnetic! You were so kind to your fellow runners; offering them water and checking on them, even offering the freshmen an early finish 'cause the sun was especially hot that day. So, Derek went up and talked to you; a perfectly normal reaction to finding someone attractive, for a six-foot-something hunk that's never been rejected before! "You're a really good runner, I can see why you're ranked second even as a sophomore" Derek commented "Haha thanks! I've been running since I was a kid so ya know. You're one to talk mr Quarterback-since-freshman-year" You reply charismatically "Oh so you know of me?" Derek smirks

And that was it. The two of you hit it off immediately! Though it did take a while for the two of you to actually become exclusive, you thoroughly enjoyed every moment of the talking and dating stage! Derek quickly added you on all of his socials and started talking to you whenever he could; something you definitely wouldn't expect from the inanely popular quarterback! Though you got along with Derek, you didn't expect him to actively show interest in you; it was a nice change from some guys who expected you to put in all the effort! You quickly learnt a lot about Derek and vice versa; you two would text throughout the entire day and late into the night. It was like you two had known each other for ages! And the more you two learnt about each other, the more you liked each other. You liked how Derek was built like a douchey, bulked-out man, but was, in fact, one of the nicest and most caring guys you'd met. The redhead was the dictionary definition of a gentle giant! Derek also liked you more and more, the more he got to know you. He liked how passionate you were about your sport, but how you were equally passionate about things you valued in your life; you cared deeply about your friends, you cared about your education at Olympus, and you cared about Derek despite not knowing him for that long! You'd check on the redhead after games and offer to help him out with uni work (even though you probably didn't know the answers, but it was the thought that counts); everything about you, and everything you did, just made Derek more attracted to you!

So once the two of you made it official, you immediately became a well-known couple on campus; the ideal relationship, just two partners who truly loved each other! You two were always supporting each other at big events and even during small practices. Everyday you learn something about Derek that subverts the stereotypes you held about him. You didn't expect the muscular quarterback to have a geeky side which watches starwars everynight! And you didn't expect Derek's biggest red flag to be putting your feelings before his! You've had to have serious talks with him about not bottling up his feelings to make you happy. You have also had some serious discussions about your relationship, he's in his final year after all! Derek's getting ready to graduate and go pro whilst you're still gonna be stuck at Olympus training! But trust me, Derek is far more distraught about this than you are! Your gentle giant boyfriend has shed tears at the thought of being so separate from you, and he's even felt physically ill when you even suggested that he'd want to break up with you to fully experience his life! He just cares about you so much!

Derek Kingsfield ~ nsfw

To your surprise, Derek had a secret career in porn; he was known as 'The King'~ Your boyfriend was very shy to tell you at first; ashamed and sad that there are many videos out there of him having sex with other men that weren't you! But Derek didn't wanna lie to you about it! He was so torn over this that it was even affecting his plays on the field! You of course noticed this and just asked him straight up. But to Derek's surprise, you didn't mind as much as he thought you would! "I mean it feels a little weird... But if anything I guess it's kinda hot" Holy shit Derek got hard when you said that.

'The King' was very mean and dominant in all of his videos, but as you already know, Derek is quite the opposite - again, a gentle giant. That being said, just because Derek cares about you and checks in on you, that does not mean that he isn't a fucking sex god! Obviously, your boyfriend is incredibly attractive; six foot something, incredibly muscular, proportionate, tits and ass the size of Texas, broad shoulders and back, huge, manly hands, etcetera etcetera. But his skill in bed needs to be scientifically studied! His time in porn definitely taught him a couple of tricks! The man knows foreplay like the back of his hand; fingering you not only to loosen you but also making you cum before he even gets his dick inside! The hunky quarterback ensures that he gives attention to all the spots you like; biting your nipples, sucking on your neck, kissing you on the lips, jerking you off slowly and softly as his fingers curl directly into your prostate. Derek just knows exactly how to get you off!

Derek fucking loves it when you suck him off too! The size difference between his huge, muscular thighs and your smaller body; and of course the size difference between his monster of a cock and your cute face in comparison! Holy shit it just riles Derek up so much! Speaking of his dick, your boyfriend's cock is definitely one of the biggest on campus! That thing is not only over 7 iches, but it's thick and veiny too! His foreskin is somehow loose when Derek is flaccid, but when the redhead is fully hard, his dick head is so thick that his foreskin struggles to keep it in! His balls are thick and hang low, and Derek's pubes are a thick forest of deep red. Also, 'cause of how physical rugby is, after a game Derek's dick stinksssss of just straight-up MAN; seriously, his musky crotch has made you get hard within seconds many a time!

Derek is also super open to fucking however you want to! Want him to go slow and guide you through it? He's fucking you slowly in missionary as he makes out with you and jerks you off to the pace of his thrusts. Want your boyfriend to get dominant? The quarterback has you in a mating press, calling you names and spitting on your whilst he fucks you at a pace which shouldn't be humanly possible. But no matter how he fucks you, Derek is always giving you top-tier aftercare. It doesn't matter if he treated you like you were made out of glass, or out of rubber! Derek insisted on cleaning you up, apologising profusely 'if he went too hard', and cuddling you until you both fall asleep. But what you love most is giving Derek aftercare! Truthfully, he's never received it before, and he told you this the first time you offered it to him! You were shocked; big, hunky boys need aftercare too!! So when you let the giant man lay on your chest as you stroked his hair and showered him with praise and assurance, Derek almost started crying.

Kinks: Derek has a huge thing for fucking in sports gear! He just finds it so hot when you worship his cock through his jockstrap, or when you kiss him through his helmet. And holy shit does it make him hard when you put on his much bigger rugby top and practically drown in it. Size difference is another thing that just turns your boyfriend on. Derek just fucking loves how you can physically tell that he can protect you and care for you! And despite his ego never controlling his actions, it sure does feel good when you inflate his ego by commenting on how big, or muscular, or tall, or strong he is; especially if the 'big' comment is made towards his dick! (KIND OF) EXTREME KINK WARNING Another notable kink of Derek's is fisting. Just look at those line tattoos around the circumference of his massive bicep! He's had the tattoo since his days as 'The King'; the porn company paid for it, and gave him a huge raise for doing some fisting porn! And at some point, Derek started finding it really hot! He knows it's a bit extreme, and he was also way too embarrassed to tell you about it at first, but when you asked him about those videos he had to come clean! And thank god he did tell you about his fisting kink, cause the shit you let him do? The memories of those experiences are the only ones he can finish to when he jerks off!

Zayne Alexander ~ dating

You knew of Zayne since your first day at Olympus. He's practically a celebrity on campus and has the fangirls to prove it! But your first interaction with him was one that some people would die for. Zayne was used to the constant attention, but after a particularly tiring practice, he couldn't be bothered to deal with his crazy fans. Unfortunately (fortunately) for you, you were the only person in the vicinity who wasn't fawning over the ace basketballer of Olympus. You were literally just chilling on your phone waiting for one of your friends on the basketball team, and the next thing you know, Zayne's thumb is tilting your chin up from your phone and his lips are on yours! After a (suspiciously) long kiss, Zayne pays you no attention and turns around to his fans, shouting: "Sorry girls! Can't spend too much time with ya! I'm a taken man now~" Huh? The next, next thing you know, every single female student on campus fucking hates you! Great! "Dude! What the fuck?" You say after all of Zayne's fans disperse, but the star baller forgot you were still there! "Oh? No one's ever complained about kissing Olympus' star baller" Zayne says smugly, but when his pulling rank didn't work on you, his interest was piqued.

Cliche, but you couldn't care less about Zayne's celebrity status; and (cliche again!) that caught his interest. In fact, you actively disliked the man! He was a stereotypical playboy jock; he was rich, popular and suffered from a serious case of affluenza! You could see right through Zayne; you could tell that his confidence was an act and that he was constantly desperate for something new, a new, thrilling experience. You just didn't know that the new, thrilling experience Zayne had set his eyes on, was you.

Over the course of a year, Zayne had made it his mission to get you to fall for him; not because he liked you, but because he liked the challenge. He was ready to lead you on like all his other fans and conquests. But nothing fucking worked! Pulling rank? You couldn't care less that he was a star basketballer. Flirting with you? It grossed you out how hard he was trying; and how full of himself he seemed. Showing off his strength, body, or wealth? It icked you out. Nothing was working on you and it frustrated Zayne. Like a lot. So much so that his rich, confident act crumpled. You woke up one night to your phone getting spam-called by a drunk Zayne after one of Bryce's parties. The dark-skinned man was at your dorm, drunk and shouting for you. After getting him to shut up by letting him inside, Zayne word-vomited all of his thoughts; thoughts about how frustrated he was that you weren't falling for him, thoughts about how he didn't know why he wanted you to like him so bad, thoughts about how frustrated he felt at this pressure put on him to be this confident star player. And somehow, out of all of the tricks Zayne pulled to try and get you to fall for him; this moment worked best. You got to see the real Zayne, and that felt like a breath of fresh air. You could tolerate him like this; for some reason, your heart beat a little faster when he was like this around you.

Zayne realised after that night that he could let his walls down around you; he was expecting you to let people know about how much of a phoney he was, but when his reputation didn't crumble overnight, Zayne realised that he could trust you. Trust you in a way that he couldn't even his closest friends. And that made him actually fall for you... But the muscular baller knew that his usual tricks didn't work on you. So Zayne kept being his real self with you; and that most definitely worked. 'Cause the two of you were actually dating not even three months later!

Dating Zayne came with its challenges. His fans were actually a problem. You would receive daily hate messages from anonymous accounts. But one post from Zayne solved that problem. And though that was the bare minimum, it made you fall for Zayne even more; 'cause you knew that before you, Zayne wouldn't have done that for anyone else. And even though you were icked out by his rich-boy act, you couldn't deny that you seriously enjoyed getting spoiled rotten by your boyfriend!

Zayne Alexander ~ nsfw

In all of his past relationships, Zayne was a sex-first kinda guy. He never really loved his partners, but he definitely enjoyed the sex! But with you, he actively didn't want that to be the case. Zayne fucking loved you and he didn't want to ruin things with you by making you feel like all he wanted from you was sex! So it took a while for the two of you to actually go all the way. But holy shit, when you two finally fucked? Earth-shattering. Obviously, Zayne has plenty of experience with both men and women, but you didn't expect him to care so much about your pleasure! Before you could even offer to suck his dick, Zayne was on his knees willing to suck yours! And holy fuck did he know what he was doing; you watched as your boyfriends muscular, broad back flexed as his head bobbed up and down on your dick, his tongue circling around your head as his man-bun bounced slowly came undone. Zayne was also very quick to get his long, masculine fingers inside of you; getting your guard down with his mouth on your cock and sliding his wet fingers inside of you with seconds!

The tall, dark man loves to fuck you up against walls and fucking loves to get loud. Zayne just likes to express the pleasure he's feeling through sound! So every time you two fuck, the walls of the room practically shake from the loud grunts and moans which escape your boyfriend's throat. But Zayne also loves it when you get loud! Like 50% of his pleasure during sex is from his ego, so when you become a moaning, whimpering, crying mess from his dick? His ego gets 10x bigger (somehow) and just turns Zayne the fuck on!

His dick is usually the culprit when it comes to making you loud. BBC is an understatement. Zayne is fucking huge. It hurts! The poor guy will loosen you for a whole hour and you'll still need like ten whole minutes to adjust to his length and girth or else you will cry. But for you, Zayne preps you right and is happy to wait; he can't say he did the same for his past partners though... His dick is also a little veiny but not that much. The most notable characteristic of your boyfriend's dick is his Prince Andrew piercing! You can't say you didn't expect him to have one; Zayne is a crazy thrill seeker so of course his dick is pierced along with his ears! It's fully healed so Zayne doesn't always keep it in; 'it's annoying to clean' as he says. But the muscular man noticed your affinity for it, so Zayne puts it in more often.

Kinks: Again, your affluenza-suffering boyfriend is a text-book thrill-seeker; so it makes sense that Zayne would be a total exhibitionist! Your popular boyfriend just gets so fucking turned on by the idea of getting caught fucking your brains out and word spreading around campus about it. He's so into it that Zayne has convinced you to fuck in public places on multiple different occasions; to the point that it's become weekly!! This man has fucked you against public toilet cubicle doors, he's fucking you full Nelson in the basketball changing rooms, and you two have even fucked on an aeroplane when the ace was called for an away game... But reality does hit Zayne when you two almost get caught (which happens less often than you'd think). If someone ever almost walks in on you two, Zayne comes back to reality real quick; pulling out and dressing you. You have taken note that Zayne never goes to cover himself up first though; even in moments of panic, he thinks of you first... Worship is another huuuuuuge kink of Zayne's! Whilst his playboy persona is partially an act, his ego still controls him; so of course, watching you worship and appreciate his body and marvel at his beauty turns him on! Zayne loves to watch you as you lick and kiss his muscular back, his shoulders, his huge, long biceps, his thick thighs, his thick ass, and most definitely his cock; holy shit does Zayne love it when you admire his huge dick and comment on how huge he his.

Bryce Callahan ~ dating

*CRASH* You weren't exactly sure what you'd bumped into, but you knew that it was nice n soft. You were late for your track meet, something you'd never been as one of the top runners at Olympus. And as one of the top runners, you were going at lightning speed; so much so that you blinked and you had crashing into something. Or rather, someone... Bryce Callahan. You knew of the ginger wrestler and he knew of you. By your first month at Olympus, you two knew of each other; both having quickly gained reputations and popularity, although for very different reasons. You had been out and proud about your sexuality since your first day, and if anything that gained you some brownie points. But in general, everyone just naturally loves you; you're nice to everyone no matter if you know them or not, and you just have this confidence and aura around you that draws people in. Bryce on the other hand is your stereotypical asshole jock, but he quickly gained popularity not just because of his looks but also because of the parties he throws. It's at said parties that Bryce has noticed you before. He'd heard of you before, with some guys on his team and that he hangs with talking about you and how they'd 'hit that'. But seeing you at parties, he kind of got it. Bryce understood why you were just as popular as him, if not more popular; you were objectively attractive, but damn why were you so magnetic? But back to whatever it was you crashed into. It was soft, so you assumed it had to be a person. But, as you peeled yourself off of whoever you had smashed your face into, you heard the person make a comment "Bro what the fuck?! You that fuckin' desperate to cop a feel?" You quickly noticed that your impact had been softened by none other than Bryce; more specifically by the muscular giant's huge pecs.

A short spout of bickering took place between the two of you after that comment; all of Bryce's remarks having slightly homophobic undertones. But when you saw the track team start practice, you gave up on the little argument you were having with the ginger; who obviously claimed that he won the argument and that you 'backed down'. And that pretty much summarises your relationship with the wrestler. You didn't like Bryce; he was an abrasive and douchey 'alpha male' who clearly had some homophobic tendencies. Bryce didn't like you; you were a gay guy who acted as flamboyant as you wanted to if that's how you felt. But if Bryce didn't like you, why was he blushing all throughout your interaction? Why were his heart and mind racing even hours after his first interaction with you? Why couldn't he force his eyes off of your ass as you hurried away to your track meet? 'fuck off I ain't gay. Just stop thinkin' you idiot' Bryce repeated over and over in his head, trying his best to deny the pounding warmth he felt in his chest.

It was only after this fated first interaction between the two of you, that you and Bryce began really noticing each other; especially since you two kept running into each other no matter where you were, though it was mostly at parties. It would always go the same: the two of you would bump into each other, Bryce would make a comment about you, and you would retort with a wittier comment which would make the ginger short-circuit. You quickly gathered that the wrestler wasn't a fan of gay people, so you figured you could get a kick out of the hunk's bigotry by adding in compliments and blatant flirtations throughout your bickers. "That the best you could come up with, handsome?" "You're lucky you're hot, 'cause holy shit are you dumb" "Awww just couldn't stay away from me tonight could you?" Comments along those lines would always result in Bryce stuttering and flushing a dusty pink; his snide comments halting, which meant you won the argument.

However, this routine changed over time. You noticed that Bryce remained outspoken and douchey around his bros; but as the night progressed and the alcohol kept flowing, the beefy man's demeanour would change. Instead of one interaction between the two of you per night, it changed to two. The first remained the same as always; Bryce would come up to you (subconsciously trying to find you at every party) and the two of you would have a squawking match. But a second interaction between the two of you also became routine; one which was only due to Bryce's affinity for drinking (alcoholism). During the latter half of the party, the more laid-back and less hype half, a drunk Bryce would make his way over to you. And for a solid hour or two, the intoxicated wrestler would blatantly flirt with you. At first, you assumed that the homophobe was taking the piss out of you and joking around; but you quickly realised that this wasn't the case. And so, the only reaction you could provide the man with every single time he would drunkenly compliment and flirt with you was a chuckle and a smile. 'He's such a closeted cunt' was all you could think throughout his inebriated advances. A small part of you felt bad for Bryce, but his sober, homophobic actions and comments hushed that sympathetic part of you. But as more and more nights go past and you attend more and more parties, that sympathetic part of you grows louder. 'Poor guy is so deep in the closet' you would think as Bryce's flushed face looks down towards you. His massive body caged you against a wall, the drink in your hand was the only thing dividing the two of you. And as compliments of your looks and personality fall off of Bryce's tongue, his half-lidded eyes looking down into yours, all you can do is feel bad for the ginger; having noticed that he'd sobered up a while ago but didn't want to part from you. Bryce's words had stopped slurring, the flush on his face was no longer from the alcohol but rather from his proximity to you, and his eyes were no longer half-lidded due to fatigue but rather due to want and need. 'What the fuck am I doing?! This is pathetic. I'm not... gay! But I don't want to stop'

But these drunken-to-sober moments weren't enough for Bryce to come to terms with the raging storm that was his inner battle with his sexuality. What did force the ginger to acknowledge his feelings though, was a moment at a tournament of his. Bryce was always nervous before matches desptie never letting that show. But that day especially, nothing could calm him down. So as he stepped out into the ring and looked around, the wrestler caught himself scanning the crowd for your face. Shit. Why was he doing that? 'For fucks sake get a grip, you ain't gay!' The ginger thought, but his thoughts were quickly silenced. All of his thoughts were silenced when he saw your face in the crowd. Not just his self-deprecating thoughts, but all of his worries had been drowned out by his heartbeat. Fuck. He liked you. He couldn't even deny it anymore. The smile you shot him really sealed the deal though; Bryce's face flushing when his eyes made contact with yours.

Bryce was stressed out that he had to work through all of this uncovered information; he had buried all thoughts about his sexuality early on in his life. However, what Bryce didn't expect was that you'd be there for him through this. In fact, it was at the very next party the two of you were attending that you walked up to the wrestler; not caring that he was surrounded by his equally douchey bros. You asked to talk to Bryce in private and after a moment of shock, Bryce followed you to a secluded bedroom on the upper floors of whatever party house you were in; his bros making lewd comments and thrusting motions as the two of you walked away from them.

The room was surprisingly silent; only a faint sound of music from downstairs could be heard. And long story short, you gave Bryce a brief speech about you and your sexuality; how it took you a while to get as confident as you are in your queerness and that you thought other people would care a lot more than they actually did. You did this to try and create a safe space for Bryce; you didn't expect him to start crying right away... So after comforting the massive wrestler, holding him into your (much smaller) body and rubbing your hand over his huge back to soothe him, Bryce finally felt comfortable enough to start talking. He confided in you about everything. Bryce explained that his hate for you had changed over time. He knew he didn't hate you because you were gay. He hated you because you forced him to deal with this part of him. You forced him to deal with his inner turmoil for the better part of a year. But when you asked if he still hated you, the ginger's answer was no. No, Bryce couldn't hate you. Not when you were the only reason, outside of wrestling, that he would wake up in the morning. He didn't hate you. Rather, Bryce was jealous of you. "You're just as well known as me. You have an even bigger reputation to uphold. But you just don't care..! You don't let all that fuckin' social pressure affect you and that makes my heart burn! Why can't I just be like you?!" Bryce's eyes fill with tears again but they don't fall this time. Bryce also admitted that he doesn't find himself attractive in the slightest. You could tell since your first meeting that Bryce was insecure, but damn you didn't expect him to be that insecure. You try to uplift the man's spirits with a 'Hey! I find you hot...! I um, I guess' and all Bryce can reply with is a small chuckle, a smirk, and a 'thanks'.

Ever since that night, Bryce actively tried to change; coming to terms with his sexuality and working on his attitude. Your friendship with him blossomed, and after a couple months of witnessing Bryce's growth (and being bombarded with flirtations and date proposals), you gave the ginger wrestler a shot. And thank fuck you did. Dating Bryce is a rollercoaster for sure, but you enjoy every second of it! The difference between your boyfriend when he's around his bros and when he's around you is night and day! Bryce is such a little baby when you two are alone! Like fully asking for cuddles and to lay his head in your lap as you stroke his orange locks. It took him a while to be comfortable with the fact that the two of you were dating and that he was gay, but the first time Bryce responded to one of his bros comments with 'yeah he's my boyfriend. So what?'? You were so proud of your man that you let him hit it like craaaaaazyy! We're talking the sloppiest top and letting Bryce go to town on your ass. Bryce is still a party animal, so he'll still go to (and throw) ragers, but only if you're going to said party as well; which you usually do. But! The giant hunk will always make sure that he's less drunk than you are, in case he has to go back to his 'alpha male' personality in order to protect you. He just always feels this primal urge to be your protector and show you that he's the only man you'll ever need! On that same note, holy fucking shit does Bryce get JEALOUS. We're talking practically resource-guarding you whenever a guy even talks to you at a party! And god forbid the ginger goes to grab you a drink and some guy tries to make a move? Your muscular boyfriend is going full-on alpha bro and threatening to beat the shit out of whatever 'beta male' was chatting you up. He's like actually so fucking in love with you it's insane. INSANELY HOT!!

Bryce Callahan ~ nsfw

Your first time with Bryce was certainly something. Your boyfriend's a little on the dumb side, so you don't blame him for assuming sex with a man wouldn't be that different from sex with a woman. You did have a go at Bryce when he tried to shove his HUGE dick inside of you not only without prep but also without any lube! But despite being on the slower side, Bryce cared about you enough to learn quickly how to have gay sex. And holy shit once he did? 100/10 experience! He just knew exactly what to do! Knew how to use his huge, strong hands and how to move you about.

Now while you do love everything about your boyfriend, you can't deny that his body and looks are at least 50% of his sex appeal (the other half being his attitude during sex). Your man is a wrestler for god's sake! Look at his fucking body! His back is broad and built, his thighs are the same circumference as your waist, his hands and feet are massive, his ass is thick and bouncy, and his fucking biceps? Holy shit. Despite being hesitant at first when you asked him to put you in a headlock whilst fucking you, Bryce now does it every single time you two fuck 'cause it turns you on so much that you cum within a few seconds! Your moans getting so much louder and so much more raw; it turns Bryce on so much to know that he's getting you like that.

Bryce knows how to get you going too! Other than getting you in a headlock, the ginger knows that you in general have a thing for how much bigger and stronger he is than you; and trust, he fucking loves that too! Bryce loves how infatuated you are with his huge arms; he loves that you love his thick biceps. If he wants to fuck, all Bryce has to do is take his shirt off 'cause it's hot' and flex his arms as he puts them behind his head; not only showing off his BUILT arms but also his orange, bushy armpits. You're on your knees within seconds. Bryce has also ascertained that you have a huge thing for his massive, rough hands. You love how big they are and how calloused and rough they feel against your soft skin; trust and believe that Bryce is into that too! It just turns you on so much when Bryce is rocking your shit and his hands are roughly holding your hips, or gripping your plush asscheeks, or gripping your face and squishing your cheeks together.

Kinks: Bryce has a huuuuuuuuuuge breeding kink. Which is really weird cause whenever he's had sex with women, he's never even dared to cum inside; stressed about actually getting them pregnant. But with you? Bryce can let go and cum inside of you, shouting filthy comments like 'gonna fuckin knock you up, babe!', 'Wanna put a baby in ya sooooo badddd Hngggg~', and 'Shit- wanna start a family, baby?' whilst he's balls deep inside of you, teetering closer and closer to the edge. It must be that the comfort of knowing that you physically cannot get pregnant is always subconsciously there; so Bryce can fill you up with his hot, weirdly thick, jizz without a second thought!

Another thing that about Bryce is that he gets incredibly into it in the moment. The ginger gets like, really into sex. It makes sense that he was assigned to the House of Dionysus! And 'really into sex' specifically means getting borderline animalistic. Bryce will fuck you so wildly and so roughly that the wind sometimes gets knocked out of your lungs! However, this does mean that you can just lay there and take it! 'Cause Bryce is willing to put in all the effort; holding your hips up with a tight grip as he roughly pounds into you if you wanna go doggy. Or if you wanna do missionary, all you gotta do is wrap your arms around your boyfriend's neck and he'll do all the rest! Resting your legs on his muscular arms and making out with you as he drills his huge dick into you at a pace and force that shouldn't be humanly possible!

Another thing that your muscular boyfriend has a thing for is fake wrestling. He likes that your sport focuses on stamina over strength, 'cause that means Bryce can overpower you easily and put you in all sorts of lewd positions. The man feels so powerful when he forces a whine or whimper out of you when he puts you in a position that stretches you to your limit, and he loves to play innocent when he puts you in a leg hold that forces his huge, musky bulge into your face!

Shorter headcannons for the remaining characters!

Yuuto Nakajima ~ dating

You and Yuuto knew each other from your lectures; rather than having met due to your respective sports. The two of you quickly became close friends! Your personalities just worked together! The both of you shared a love for the subject you were both studying at Olympus but also your respective sports and other hobbies and interests; you two were just meant to be friends! Your friendship with Yuuto very quickly grew past lectures; with the hyperactive volleyball player visiting your dorm on the daily and the two of you hanging out and going out to town at least three times a week! You quickly realised that Yuuto was definitely sorted into the right house at Olympus; Artemis being the god of wild animals and nature couldn't be more perfect for the Ace volleyballer. Yuuto would constantly take you out to parks and forests, showing you the beauty of nature and how freeing it felt.

But a problem rapidly arose. You were slowly but surely falling for your friend. But who could blame you!? Yuuto is just so compassionate and empathetic towards everyone; especially towards you! And his whole thing about real men wearing pink? You're sold. You also literally could not deny how fucking hot Yuuto was! He's a solid six foot with tan skin and such a perfectly muscular yet lean build. His face was textbook attractive! And that toothy grin? You're ashamed to admit that you have jerked it multiple times to just Yuuto's looks alone!

However, you were unaware that this problem was actually not a problem at all. Because Yuuto was equally (if not more) head-over-heels for you! Yuuto loved how you matched him so well. He's incredibly energetic and has literally been diagnosed with ADHD but you can keep up with him. You don't mind his erratic topic shifts and topic loops in conversation, and you join him on his random-ass sidequests like it's a part of your daily routine. Most people have just called him annoying and moved on in the past so Yuuto masks like it's second nature; toning down his natural behaviours and almost faking his way through social situations. But with you, Yuuto feels like he can just be himself! Additionally, you're Yuuto's type to a tee. Like the man couldn't possibly find you more attractive than he already does! So it didn't really shock anyone to find out that by the end of freshman year, you and Yuuto were a couple! And it's been the best experience of your life so far! For real, Yuuto treats you like royalty; like you hung the moon and stars yourself. The two of you will never miss a sports event in which the other is participating. Yuuto is quite literally your biggest supporter; he's always on the sidelines screaming your name and compliments constantly fall off of his tongue after you win a race. You do the same for Yuuto though! You're your boyfriend's No.1 cheerleader! You watch the ace volleyballer like a hawk at his games whilst you cheer his name; and before each game, you promise him special rewards. Although these usually come back to bite you in the ass; once you promised him a round for every point he scored... He scored ten points in the first match alone.

Dates with Yuuto are pretty run-of-the-mill! Romantic settings and gestures. But your boyfriend's personal favourites are the dates where the two of you just spend time together at home; either watching films or cooking or just cuddling and chatting.

You both gifted each other a lucky trinket on your one-year anniversary. Yuuto gave you an expensive bracelet engraved with your initials and his (along with sweets and flowers). You gifted Yuuto a necklace with a pink crystal on it. You were upset that your gift was much less expensive and fancy than his, but Yuuto assured you that he loved it simply because it was a gift from you. And since then, Yuuto has only ever taken it off to shower~

Yuuto Nakajima ~ nsfw

Sex with Yuuto is fucking fun! It's just always so enjoyable. Your boyfriend is fucking wild in bed but in the best ways! He'll get so lost in pleasure that his eyes roll back and his tongue slips out of his mouth as he drills his 8-inch, slender dick into you. Yuuto's constantly grinning and smiling when the two of you fuck and it rubs off on you! He's just so happy and his ego swells so much 'cause he's the only man in the world that gets to have you!

Breeding kink? Yessir! Once again, the house of Artemis makes sense for Yuuto! God of childbirth sure does make sense for a guy who wants nothing more than to fill you up with multiple loads and watch your belly grow with his child~ But for real, make even the slightest mention of him 'breeding' you or 'knocking you up' and Yuuto is moaning, whining, and cumming.

Biting and marking is another big thing for your boyfriend! Yuuto has his possessive side and wants the world to know that you belong to him and that he belongs to you! After a night with him, your thighs, neck, chest, ass, and even your stomach are littered with lovebites and hickeys. But the same goes for Yuuto! You make good work of your boyfriend's neck and shoulders; especially when the man is pounding you into next week!

Leo Mendez ~ dating

You first met the ace of the Olympus soccer team at training. Most of football as a sport is cardio and running; so a lot of your track meets and training sessions were shared with the soccer team. You and Leo were almost immediately drawn to each other. You liked his cheerful and energetic personality; he had that boyish charm that a lot of the guys at Olympus lack, as they preferred to show themselves as macho men. Leo on the other hand was also very attracted to you very quickly. The blonde liked how you treated your teammates and even treated the soccer team as if they were family; and your looks also had the man head over heels... Leo just couldn't get enough of those trackstar legs and that ass?! Gah Damn!

Being a ball of sunshine who is worryingly optimistic, Leo didn't see why he shouldn't just straight up ask you out; he was into you, why wouldn't he act on that? A quick "Hey you wanna go out sometime? :)" text was shot your way and the two of you were already out at a cute little cafe in town! The whole talking and dating process came so naturally with Leo! The soccer star would blatantly flirt with you and compliment you on your looks, personality, and smarts; and it was anything but cringe! In fact, it was really fucking charming and refreshing!

Dating the the twunk was just as wholesome as you'd expect it to be! You and Leo shared cute moments every day you're together: You've had to wipe whipped cream off of Leo's nose when he too hastily drank his coffee You fix each other's messy hair after a game or race on the daily Leo will constantly trace shapes into your skin with his fingers; hearts, stars, you name it And the amount of times you two have bumped noses when kissing is too many to count!

Leo will also constantly compliment you. He's a charmer for sure! Your blonde footballer will flash you a toothy grin and when asked why he's smiling will reply with 'You're just so pretty' followed by a chuckle. Literally heart-melting shit. That being said, you also compliment and praise your boyfriend a lot! And his reactions are pure gold! Leo's tan face will just flush a dark pink at any compliments which fall off of your tongue, but the praise is what really gets him. Any positive comment of yours about his soccer skills or god forbid a mention of you being proud of him? He's hard. Full-on boner mid-field. -_-

Leo Mendez ~ nsfw

If you were to ask him, Leo would say he was verse. But in literally every single one of his past relationships, he's never been the top... So you can imagine how fucking ecstatic the man is when he learns that you prefer bottoming 'cause bro loves topping! Though one thing that the blonde has learned from his past relations as a bottom is that he sure does love getting his ass eaten! Leo fucking loves it when you switch between skillfully sucking his dick and slopping rimming him; his eyes always end up rolling to the back of his head and his fingers tangled in your hair whenever you pull out that combo. OH! And not to mention how fucking hot you both find it when you go ham on Leo's ass after a football match! His musk and sweaty, salty yet sweet taste coats your tongue so nicely as you lap at your boyfriend's hole through his jockstrap; an arm of yours holding the small of his back down as your other hand grabs one of the straps of his jock like some sort of rein on a horse.

You have a huge thing for Leo's tanlines. Your boyfriend just looks so hot with his sunkissed skin and those erotic lines highlighting the parts of his body that he only lets you see~ And yes, he does have a tanline underneath that pointless bandaid on his nose.

No matter what the two of you are doing, even if Leo's balls-deep inside of you, the blonde's all jokes and toothy smiles! He's just so appreciative of you and grateful that you're so comfortable with him to allow him to be so intimate with you! He's so cute wtf.

Avan Geiserford ~ dating

As the student council president, one of Avan's many responsibilities is ensuring all clubs and departments are running smoothly and performing as they should be. Therefore, you first met the responsible man during a performance assessment he was conducting on the track team. And being the blunt man that he is, Avan listed off everything that needed to be improved about the team; without a single positive compliment to be found. "Don't you think that's a little rude? I mean I get we can improve but track is ranked third for overall performance" You commented. But you weren't met with a counterargument... "Oh, I apologise. The track team is indeed performing above average" And with an awkward smile, Avan left.

That socially inept rizz worked on you though... 'Cause why did you find the awkward man sort of refreshing? He spoke facts but when called out for something, he would take full accountability and apologise. That's better than most guys you've been with! The bar is in hell.

You took a liking to the swimmer. So you started going out of your way to see him. Avan didn't mind your presence; you weren't as smart as him but you were near the top of your class, so you helped him out with council business. You'd even helped the stresshead solve the council's budget problem in only a couple of days. He'd been stuck on that for weeks! After spending many hours together over a couple of months, Avan considered you a close friend of his. The two of you would not only work on council business together, but you would hang out too! You would sleep over at Avan's after binging starwars; having fallen asleep midway through the nerd's in-depth explanation of the lore. Avan would even ask you to come to support him at swim meets; watching you cheer him on and run up to him for a hug after he wins, it just made him feel all warm n fuzzy inside! Shit. That's when the man realised he was down bad for you.

You had the poor guy stressing; well you didn't, but the idea of having to ask you out had Avan losing sleep! And he's the typa guy who goes goes to bed at 10pm sharp and harps on about the importance of sleep. But you showed mercy to Avan when you asked him out! The navy-haired man took the deepest sigh of relief when you brought your lips to his. His reaction made you think he didn't feel the same at first! But when he saw the worry on your face, Avan blurted out a "ILikeYouToo.DoYouWannaGoOutSometime?"

Despite his socially awkward side, Avan is the perfect boyfriend. Yes the PDA can get a little awkward, and his hands get clammy when holding yours in public, but it's all in a cute way you know? But other than that he's textbook Prince Charming! We're talking pre-planning and scheduling dates for the month... This sounds annoying, but Avan makes sure to work them around your schedules and to only inform you of them a week before! The only reason you know he schedules dates is 'cause you found them in his daily planner T-T

Avan Geiserford ~ nsfw

Surprisingly, you were Avan's first! You expected such a hot and smart jock to have suitors lined up for him! But Avan's never really been interested in all the romance and sex that goes on at Olympus. That was until he met you.

Because of his lack of experience, your boyfriend gets hard at everything you do... Hey, he finds it hard to separate love and lust! To him, because you're his boyfriend, his love for you translates to a deep attraction! Avan will get hard from you trying on his glasses; to him, it's a simple gesture which not only makes you look fucking adorable but also has a few possessive undertones. Your ace swimmer will also pop a boner at the many compliments you throw his way; it doesn't matter if you're complimenting his looks, his skills, or his smarts, Avan will get hard just because his gorgeous boyfriend is complimenting him of all the people you could be complimenting! Avan even gets hard watching you study with him! He just thinks you're so smart that it's sexy.

Despite having a very vanilla first time, and being a generally vanilla type of guy, Avan does have one very specific thing that gets him going. That being pools. Not just being in pools obviously. But being with you in a pool? Shocker, he's hard again. The swimmer just loves seeing you in his domain; your soft skin wet and your curves are highlighted by your swimwear. Avan not only appreciates your body, but holy shit does he get an ego boost that a guy as hot as you is his and his alone. Oh, and the water does feel real good around you two as Avan holds you against him; grindings his hard dick into yours as the two of you make out in the pool.

Ace Anderson ~ dating

This man is a total Hikikomori. Like, he didn't leave his room during his first year at Olympus. But at some point at the start of his second year, Ace noticed you on his commute. He's a total perv who literally cannot go anywhere without finding any man around him hot; imagining them in different levels of nudity and in all sorts of different scenarios. When Ace first saw you on his way to his lecture, he of course noticed how attractive you were! He liked your body shape, your ass, and even weirdly specific things like how your feet were perfectly sized for your body. But Ace liked your face the most; his first thought when he saw you was that you could be a good porn star with a face like that (again, he's a fucking perv). Ace took note of how even when resting, your face had this sexy/cute aspect to it; he could easily picture how your face would look with cum splattered on it.

You noticed him checking you out and decided to have a little fun. Hey! A pretty hot guy kept checking you out. Naturally, you batted your eyelashes and smiled back at him! And that was all it took for the two of you to start talking and hanging out.

But even though the two of you weren't even dating yet, Ace would profusely fantasise about dating you and fucking! During dates/hangouts at your place he would constantly snoop through your shit; checking out what underwear you owned to more accurately imagine you in them, and even finding your dildo and other kinky things of yours. Clearly, the man wasn't just a pervert, but he also didn't know how to respect boundaries. And though Ace said nothing about your toys in the moments, he sure as hell jerked to the thought of you using whatever he found!

Once the two of you started officially dating, Ace began showing his perverted side more and more. He would casually ask if he could keep your used underwear. Like it was nothing! But you knew Ace well enough to expect something like that; you were dating the pervert after all...

Ace Anderson ~ nsfw

Before the two of you met, Ace's hobbies consisted of spending all day watching porn and fantasising about men... But now that he has you, Ace doesn't necessarily need his porn; yet that doesn't mean that he doesn't still enjoy it. So imagine the blue-headed man's elation when you agreed to just watch some porn with him and jerk each other off instead of fucking. The two of you spent a solid two hours just edging and gooning to Ace's favourite vids; and to be fair, you both really enjoyed yourselves. No massive amounts of effort had to be put into it, and you didn't feel like you needed to put on a performance for your boyfriend. It was just raw pleasure.

Other than his porn hobby (addiction), Ace discovered that he has a passion for directing erotic films; not just enjoying them! So again, your twunk boyfriend was very happy when you agreed to some spicy photoshoots and recording sessions from time to time! Ace was into anything as long as it was on camera. He loved filming the two of you fucking, he loved filming you as you jerked off or fingered yourself. Ace even liked directing you; he would get so turned on when he would watch his videos back and hear himself behind the camera giving you pointers or guiding you through whatever you were doing.

I hope you guys enjoyed! To be fully honest I just feel like something is off with this fic. I've tried rewording and re-organising it so much but I give up. Hope it's just me and that you guys like it!

Been desperate for some Jock Studio stuff and assumed you guys would be too so hope I fed y'all right!

Love you guys so so much - Byeeee

Note from two days later: this is a piece of shit omfg get this fic out of my sight

Note from one more day later: Eh it's fine ig. Just wrote Bryce's section and holy shit that's like a whole fic by itself T-T

[zombieplaygrounds]

cw: post sex scenario-ish, nikto x fem implied! reader, drunken sex implied, idk what else. might marry this man

The worst part was after the sex. Your memories of last night were probably a blur. And for Nikto, well, he'd never let himself be so vulnerable as to forget a night spent with something as sweet as you. When you had first approached Nikto, he wondered if you realized how hideous and ravaged he was.​

Didn't have the time to pull his face mask up when you trotted over, begging for a night with him. He wondered if sober you, the one buried against his sternum, would remember the rough texture of his countless scars, of the mutilated bits of his body - if you would wake up with fear, screaming for him to get out.

Yet you never gave him the chance to cower - hide away his trauma branded flesh. Somehow your grip so strong, fingers curled into his own. A python-like death grip wrapped around his left leg with both of yours. Naked. His shirt.

Oh fuck.

Realization was really hitting when he felt your soft, elongated sigh against his jaw, lips rubbing the scarred texture of his skin. The fascinating texture you couldn't get your cold fingers off of last night, even when he let you flip positions, in hopes it would lessen this touchy, needy state of yours. Nikto only achieved the opposite. You grasped at his fingers for support, hips rolling as you whimpered, letting him muffle your explicit sounds with his finger tips pressing to your lips, mesmerized by how effortlessly soft your skin was.

He was staring at you like he loved you.

And maybe you were just really drunk, lost by the feeling of his cock bruising your pretty cunt just to break entrance; followed by far too many orgasms to clear through the spilled word dictionaries in your brain. Whatever it was, you drew to a reckless conclusion. You slurred a kiss into his palm, whispering how much you loved him. A soft prayer he would stay until you woke up because he was just “so fucking hot” and you “wanted to make out with him again.”

Didn’t even fight back when he just shushed you and hid your face in his chest, desperate to not let you feel the boiling heat that surfaced in his face.

Too much for an exhausted man like himself. Couldn't stop himself from wrapping his arms around you, relishing in your sweet scent with the hint of smoke from the incense you burned. Smoke used to terrify Nikto, remind him of harsher times. Would make his heart throb and his body tremble - and yet the scent from you made him want to trace the vertebrae of your spine until you swatted at him like a small, feral cat.

The rigid sensation his dry fingertips mapped made the loud thoughts in his head blur away - even if just momentarily. The several voices which once ran rampant and rebellious within his darkest mind caverns had finally slowed. A single thought running through his mind as he curled the soft locks of your hair between his finger tips, tightening the grip and watching it feather down.

"How soft."

Not realizing Nikto had spoken his thoughts aloud, he was genuinely surprised when you finally stirred awake, a curious gaze in your eyes and a groggy "mhm?" making it's way out of your sigh. Poor man, cuddling you like you had his family in a room downstairs, eyes wide with fright, and his heart beat picked up pace. It surprised you, confused you, yet you just did your best not to scare the wild man that bubbled in his mind.

Buried your face back into his chest, kissing against his soft muscle. Biting a soft, pink hickey that flushed easily and licking away your own drool. Eyes glancing up from behind your lashes as you felt his body settle just a bit. Maybe if you were a little less in love with the big muscles and puppy, blue eyes, you would've taken his secure tighten around your body as a sign that he was about to dedicate his entire life to you. But you didn't - just let your eyes flutter shut and let your head plop back between his muscled breasts.

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[queer-ragnelle]

Beginner’s Guide to Medieval Arthuriana

Just starting out at a loss for where to begin?

Here’s a guide for introductory Medieval texts and informational resources ordered from most newbie friendly to complex. Guidebooks and encyclopedias are listed last.

All PDFs link to Google drive and can be found at @arthurianpreservationproject. This post will be updated as needed.

Pre-Existing Resources

Hi-Lo Arthuriana

Medieval Literature by Language

Retellings by Date

Films by Date

TV Shows by Date

Documentaries by Date

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Medieval Literature

Page (No Knowledge Required)

The Vulgate Cycle | Navigation Guide | Vulgate Reader (French)

The Wedding of Sir Gawain and Dame Ragnelle (Middle English)

The Marriage of Sir Gawain (Middle English)

Sir Gawain and The Green Knight (Middle English)

Sir Lanval (French) | Sir Launfal (Middle English)

The Welsh Triads (Welsh)

Le Morte d'Arthur by Sir Thomas Malory (Middle English)

Squire (Base Knowledge Recommended)

Owain (Welsh) | Yvain (French) | Iwein (German) | Ywain (Middle English) | Íven (Norse)

Geraint (Welsh) | Erec (French)| Erec (German) | Erex (Norse)

King Artus (Hebrew)

Morien (Dutch)

Knight (Extensive Knowledge Recommended)

The History of The King's of Britain by Geoffrey of Monmouth (Latin)

Alliterative Morte Arthure (Middle English)

The Marvels of Rigomer (French)

Jaufre (Occitan/Tagalog)

Le Bel Inconnu (French) | Gliglois (French) | Wigalois (German) | Vidvilt (Yiddish) | Sir Libeaus Desconus (Middle English) | Carduino (Italian)

Here Be Dragons (Weird or Arthurian Adjacent)

The Crop-Eared Dog (Irish)

Perceforest | A Perceforest Reader (French)

Le Roman de Silence (French)

Grail Quest

Peredur (Welsh) | Perceval + Continuations (French) | Parzival (German) | Parceval (Norse)

The Crown by Heinrich von dem Türlin (Diu Crône) (German)

The High Book of The Grail (Perlesvaus) (French)

The History of The Holy Grail (Vulgate) (French)

The Quest for the Holy Grail (Vulgate) (French)

The Quest for The Holy Grail (Post-Vulgate) (French)

Merlin and The Grail by Robert de Boron (French)

The Legend of The Grail (French)

Lancelot Texts

Knight of The Cart by Chrétien de Troyes (French)

Lanzelet by Ulrich von Zatzikhoven (German)

Spanish Lancelot Ballads (Spanish)

The Lancelot Compilation (Dutch)

Gawain Texts

Sir Gawain and The Green Knight (Middle English)

The Wedding of Sir Gawain and Dame Ragnelle (Middle English)

Sir Gawain Eleven Romances and Tales (Middle English)

Sir Gawain and The Lady of Lys (French)

The Knight of The Two Swords (French)

The Turk and Sir Gawain (Middle English)

Perilous Graveyard (French)

Roman van Walewein (Dutch)

De Ortu Waluuanii (Latin)

Valvens Þáttr (Norse)

Tristan/Isolde Texts

Béroul & Les Folies (French)

The Romance of Tristan (Prose Tristan) (French)

Tristan and The Round Table (La Tavola Ritonda) | Italian Name Guide (Italian)

Tristano Panciatichiano (Italian)

Tristano Riccardiano (Italian)

Tristan and Iseult by Gottfried von Strassburg (German)

Byelorussian Tristan (Russian)

The Tristan Legend (Norse)

Educational/Informational Resources

Encyclopedias & Handbooks

The Arthurian Companion by Phyllis Ann Karr

The New Arthurian Encyclopedia by Norris J. Lacy

The Arthurian Handbook by Norris J. Lacy & Geoffrey Ashe

The Arthurian Name Dictionary by Christopher W. Bruce

The King Who Was and Will Be by Kevin Crossley-Holland

Warriors of Arthur by John Matthews, Bob Stewart, & Richard Hook

Essays & Guides

A Companion to Chrétien de Troyes edited by Joan Tasker & Norris J. Lacy

A Companion to Malory edited by Elizabeth Archibald

A Companion to The Lancelot-Grail Cycle edited by Carol Dover

A Companion to the Gawain-Poet edited by Derek Brewer

Arthur in Welsh Medieval Literature by O. J. Padel

Diu Crône and The Medieval Arthurian Cycle by Neil Thomas

Wirnt von Gravenberg's Wigalois: Intertextuality & Interpretation by Neil Thomas

The Legend of Sir Lancelot du Lac by Jessie Weston

The Legend of Sir Gawain by Jessie Weston

[4mrplumi]

ZERO (iii) : SCAVENGERY . (ms/prev/next)

-> plot synopsis - you don't think you're as odd and horrifying as the news makes you out to be. but you have never much cared for the validation of others, and certainly not theirs.

-> batfamily x serial killer reader. playlist (wip) ask 2b added to taglist

-> tw; gn reader, guns, violence, child neglect, messed up legal system, mention of death, poor living conditions, bug taxidermy, everyone's a b, paranoia, ocd, full list on master list.

> a/n; the prologues are text heavy... i'll try more dialogue for the first chapter (next upload) and onwards. in the mean time, feel free to send asks and ideas, i'd love to discuss and tie up my own lose ends too. hope this suffices for the reader's relationship with the bat family!

“family business”, you squint at the sign, “12th sector conveniences, run by a family business!” the print on the plastic sign is misspelled, and fading away completely. red into pink, orange into pale yellow, and green into cyan. a lovely place to be at for what you’re doing.

family has always been an iffy subject for you, in your mind and verbal exchanges. you never humoured your friends’ prods at you to talk, and were especially vigilant about shutting down conversations about family.

you’d already brushed over the meaning of the word in your head, on terms with the fact that you would most likely never understand it in this lifetime, but the experience with it still stung. sometimes.

at ten years old, the landlord of your apartment, who’d let you stay for free since it was so horribly kept, passed away. it meant you had effectively no place to live, since it wasn’t legally in your hands anymore. nothing much about your situation was legal, but he’d argued your case for you for years, and the neighbours were supportive of it too.

gotham is a gritty place, and even with the varied dictionary of swears they used to poke away security, it was a little show of squishy softness from the people. 

after he died, your friends’ parents and your neighbours shuffled you around in their homes, month to month to keep you around. no one thought of calling fosters, or the police, since you were their kid as much as their children were. “love” was an odd word to use, people in your alley married for benefits and children were kept about for that reason too. there were exceptions, but the reason for your staying was obligation.

at eleven, you got caught directly in between a scuffle on the streets. the guys must’ve been waiting to put off steam, since it got bloody way faster than you’d ever seen. but honestly? you could’ve gone past it, it was nothing unnatural for the city, and having grown up in it on your own, you would’ve been fine.

but gotham was a city full of interruptions. buses, classes, going to the store for chips or even walking back home, you would be interrupted. by a gun, a fist, or if you were especially unlucky, the big old bat and his big old car. you wonder if you could’ve saved yourself all the trouble, the tax on your mental state and the worry you keep everyday of your life now, if you had just been a bit faster, fast enough to avoid the batman’s interruption. maybe, you would’ve been in the stairwell with your friends now, eating chips or running from old mister ford on the sixth floor.

you’d been put in the police station down the road, the same one your friend had thrown a brick through last week, while the caped weirdo, batman, told you it’d be alright. alright? you were fine. what did he mean, alright?

you’d nagged the officers to let you go, lying that people at home would be worried (maybe they were, you never got to know), but they’d sat you down and expected forced, timid compliance from you. these guys are always expecting better. one lady even had the gall to put on a show for you on the tiny tv in one of the “comfort-rooms” and you’d gone biting, screaming and struggling.

‘radicalised’ was what your landlord-uncle had called it. gotham’s people, even those not submerged in the high of crime, couldn’t help but grow up to be hard and rough at the edges, hating the people who put them here. the divide between the common people and the socialites was so jarring, so far. you didn’t want to comply with what these guys were telling you to do. all the adults hated them! why wouldn’t you?

it had taken two hours of watching a few pink-haired girls run around behind the screen, in cold, cold anger before you were let out. “a new home,” the lady officer had said, “safer.” it wasn’t until later that you got to know the reason they didn’t let you leave or shoved you in a care-home you could've run from, and instead pushed you into the manor; was because of your lack of legal documents. most noticeably, your birth certificate and the absence of your parents. 

you think now, that maybe batman had expected you to be broken, ruined and lonely like his other odd children. fact of the matter is, that you were fine. you were none of those things, until he intruded in your life. why he never let you go… perhaps he feared any resentment you held. you held none, until him.

the fight never left, you’d hissed all the way home at the old guy and the other man who’d come to pick you up, swiping at a hand offered to you. a new home? a new home? you had a home! they were waiting for you, you think, what do these people mean about a new home? why would you trust a badge and cap or a suit and tie, on their judgement of safety?

you want to go home.

the house they put you in was gargantuanly huge, your room the size of your old shared apartments. it made you sick. the ceiling was too high, and the corridors too long. admitting to fear was a sure way to get snuffed on the streets, and you didn’t admit to it, spending hours hiding in a bathroom alone, still too big for your liking. you hid and hid and you still hide. all the time.

when you got used to the place, pangs of loneliness and homesickness hit you. having never talked much, it was an unusual habit to reach out to someone. the flats you lived in used to be small enough for three people to have to sleep in the same bedroom. and the other four to crash on top of each other on the couch.

it’s different here, you’re alone. there’s no situation where everybody has to be together. you could tail along with the old guy while he cleaned, or stalk the boy who came to visit every month, but you avoided the man who got you here at all costs. you hate him, it would be betrayal to yourself to want to be around him. but seeking out company was too taxing, too new a thing for you. no one else came to you on their own, never needed anything from you. you were isolated. lonely. scared.

you weren’t forbidden from going outside, but always tailed by a security guard your “father” would set on you. the place where you grew up was blocked off your mental map too, a firm hand on your soldier from the boy, richard grayson, and his voice telling you it was off limits.

when you demanded a snarled “why?” with a dark, dark scowl, he’d just shook his head. an answer never came to you on its own, but it was quite clear you’d never be able to disobey.  so you scuffled around, lonely, the shadow of the manor on you making street-kids you’d get along with otherwise frown at you, everywhere.

a few months after your glorified kidnapping, another boy came into the polished picture of your family photo; jason todd. he was about the same age as you, with a noticeable and heavy gothamite-accent that you recognised immediately. though you still didn’t much enjoy seeking out the company of anyone in the house, jason’s was by far, the easiest to go to.

he was a surprisingly tender little kid, you’d expected a meaner, more similar to you type of guy, but it didn’t matter much. you’d sit in the same room as him when he studied, listen to him whisper under his breath about some composition of something, watch him run around in the garden after alfred to help him, gain the favour of the man, and wonder where he’d gone at night when you tried to stay awake with him in either of your rooms. the two of you were unalike, but the comfort of knowing rags better than rugs brought you together, just a bit.

towards the… end, he’d become more biting. more snappy, on edge. the change had come suddenly, and made you conflicted. on one end, you were delighted at his hostility, seeing a familiarity of behaviour with him. he was finally growing into the hardened shell. the other end just made you sad. what happened to the kid? to your brother? what happened to him?

it’s safe to say his death destroyed any neutrality you had for this place. when you’d seen bruce one night, he’d looked absolutely horrible, and you hadn’t understood why. you couldn’t much bother to ask, assuming it must’ve been bitchy-bad billionaire-blues, and the shock, the blunt punch that came to your gut at attending jason’s funeral the next day made you sick. 

dick had stood crying, his face in his hands, alfred had put an umbrella down to his face in what you assumed was sorrow, and bruce’s expression was unintelligible under the shadows that fell on it. you only stared, and stared, and stared at the stone of his grave, as though wanting to erode it, dig him out. jason. jason. a good soldier. 

soldier?

you were livid, entirely unable to express your emotions in any way possible, no outlet among your family, no friends, no social circle or activities to let out even the smallest sliver of your anger out. you hadn’t cried, mourning was never one of your customs, but you were so horribly angry. he was gone. gone.

what probably made it worse was that you never knew how he died. he disappeared one day, and came back dead the other. your only half-friend in your whole life, was gone, the sweet, helpful little boy, gone. your brother. gone. you shut off entirely, unwilling to accept dick’s offers to spend time together, snarling that his attempts at being a better brother to you would never undo anything that he’d ever done. with no knowledge on the cause of his death, you blamed everyone for jason todd’s story. 

dick had pulled away his hand, expression darkening, and did very pointedly avoid you from there on. thinking back, you wonder why he couldn’t excuse your grief. you were a child too. how did he manage to excuse everyone else?

tim drake’s arrival had been a thing of great disgust to you. he’d become an outlet for your fury, shoving past him in the corridors, muttering curses at him at the smallest issues, and flashing a scowl and a glare at his direction whenever he spoke. from the very beginning, tim knew about your distrust, your hatred of him, and avoided you in return to avoid trouble.

maybe you shouldn't have, and you don’t anymore to anybody, but you’d often go at him when you were at home. snarky comments on what he did, brushing off efforts he didn’t even present to you. you could see the slight effect it had on him, reclusivity, him thinking twice over his words. that on it’s own, and grayson’s narrowed glare and muttered “lay off, (name)” had almost made you guilty. 

almost.

he’d come to eventually just spit back at you, or ignore you, and you’d leave him be too. it’s just that the impact that period of time had on the both of you was irrefutable, and harsher exchanges would come out much easier from your mouth now. again, you wonder, why he couldn’t excuse you. you would take any hatred back from him, face the consequences of your actions and accept what you did was terrible. even if he never forgave you for being so unwelcoming to the little boy he was, if it meant that one day, tim drake would look your way without a scowl. but why did he never excuse you?

around this time, you took up many things. jason’s death had soured you against the crime in gotham way more than your arrival at the manor did, so you took to listening to the news and skimming through pamphlets. the common figures of the batman and robin had created a semi-permanent furrow in your brow, and you pitied the robin-boy who’d have to work along the incompetent, interrupting, annoying bat-hag. batman. 

the repetition of’ saves the day’, ‘exposes the scene’ and ‘back at arkham’ formed a slight obsession in you, and you had to know who these… geeks in costume interrupting everything were. if they could so skilfully weave through the riddler’s intricate puzzles, handle the joker’s lunatic schemes and avoid the bristling thorns of poison ivy’s attacks, how could they not put their minds to the little guy? the smaller problems?

 from stalking tim and watching his work methods, without his awareness, you picked up a pin and a photo, and got to work. school was never challenging, maybe initially with your lack of an uneducated pre-teens, but easy to catch up to with your abundance of time. with all the hours freed up from not having to do homework you’d already finished, you made it a personal goal to find out who batman and robin were. the man and the boy who failed you, jason, and all the kids down the road.

and you found out. in february, wearing a short sleeved shirt ‘cause the heating was always up, with a final thread of glittering blue thread, you found out. the anger that had built up over the years had started to die out, and snapped with a fizzle when you understood.

you hate them. bruce wayne, dick grayson, tim drake and even, even jason todd. you hate them all. incompetent fools. idiots.

a sense of emptiness lingered in you for days, a morose sense of nothing to do. you came across a video of a girl stuffing a hollowed spider with cotton, and gently placing it’s dangly limbs on top of pins like they were footrests. the spider’s paws were limp on her sides, but she looked alive. she looked alive, even after dying.

maybe it would’ve passed on a fleeting interest, if you had not come to the terms with the fact that rich people could do just whatever. without asking anyone, you’d gone out to buy a board and some bob-pins, signed your name off as someone else on the shop record book and left. two habits, hobbies, created on the same day. taxidermy and paranoia. 

you were not paranoid.

when you were now sixteen, bruce- no, batman, had gotten home troubled, more so that usual. it had peaked your curiosity, and you couldn’t help but eavesdrop through a micro communicator tim had so considerably left out in his room when you snooped through it.

the silhouette of a red hood trailed their conversations, troubling them with drugs and guns and knives. you’d found it all very amusing, minus the fact of his crimes. anyone who troubled the batman was amusing, but crime? you never excuse.

the relevance two months down that jason todd was alive, when you left the communicator on on a sleepless night, jolted you fully awake. a similar resurgence of not knowing, and fear, and worry engulfed you, much alike the same feelings you felt coming to the manor five years ago. 

you wanted to demand for answers, weasel out how, why, where he was. why he wasn’t coming home and why bruce was so incompetent at getting him back to the manor. but you couldn’t. no one could know you knew, no one could know you had that information, of their identities on them, and have that leverage over you. you bit your tongue. 

you never spoke to him, or saw jason face to face after his “rebirth”, catching glimpses of his voice on the mic’s that inputted into the oracle’s connected networks at night. you caught a glimpse of a large figure, draped in a leather jacket jumping out the window from the kitchen, but too late and too awkward to call out.

he’d gotten so tall. grown up. it hurts so bad, and you’ve never hurt before. never admitted it.

how had he managed to regain just the littlest bit of ties with the rest of the family, but not with you? you knew he snuck in on some nights, and he rarely ever came to the manor to talk to anyone, but how was it so easy for him to just, forget you? did he ever wonder where you were? did he ever want to see you again? you know he couldn’t, wouldn’t, but would he want to?

the pain that comes from seeing damian enter the manor is ten folds that. another little boy, falling to the bat’s trap of glory and growing up like jason and dick and tim, trapped. you want to warn him, but his kohl-lined eyes and scowling face makes it too difficult.

he reminds you too much of yourself, and that’s just about the scariest thing you know. self-importance and snarkiness. 

the worst thing? their tolerance. their excuses. dick’s grin at damian a day after the loudest scuffle, the meanest words you’d heard come from a ten year old’s mouth, him being excused. tolerated. tim excusing him, and bothered to still talk to damian even after all the insults and demeaning of his work, the tolerance he received.

bruce wayne’s hand on his shoulder, showing him around to help him adapt to the new, unfamiliar place. why had no one done that for you? why did no one excuse you, see if you were okay? why were you like this? what had damian done that you hadn’t, and what had you done that he didn’t?

“the blood son”, he had declared at you the first time the two of you spoke, “has come to show his worth to the family. remain on the sidelines from your unimportant and tarnishing stain on father’s name, or struggle against my defense.” you didn’t respond to his edwardian monologue, and left despite his appalled scoff at your indifference. the blood son. he had a family. you could never compare to the concern or the trouble they put in to be with him, because he was family.

family. 

you could’ve ignored damian if he didn’t come into your business so often. poking at the posters you’d put up to cope with the large, empty walls in your room, scoffing at the music you’d put on to drown out the ring in your ears from the silence and snapping your last nerve upon stealing a cricket from your board to bury in the garden.

you’d said nothing, quietly taking it back when he was faraway, straightening the legs of the insect with a motherly tenderness. he had soiled a lifeform put in your hands over his own sense of honour and humanity, effectively disgracing the ideals you had been raised on and live on now.

you knew of his upbringing, and you knew better his horror at your practice. but nevertheless, it was yours. he didn’t excuse you, he demeaned you, he didn’t consider you family.

he was not your family.

none of them were, and none of them will be. they’re self-prestiged vigilantes with overblown egos and no semblance of shame or understanding. they know nothing, and you can’t abandon a city so unfortunate to be in their care like this. they don’t know anything, because the ceiling they live under is too high to need to crouch and hide, and the corridor is too large for them to have to squeeze through when running.

a tap on your shoulder brings you out of thought, and your reply is a gruff “you’re late” at the girl in front of you. the salty green-white lights of 12th sector conveniences buzz on as you make your way inside, and garcia’s grin is too wide for someone so inconsiderate of your carefully mapped plans.

you hate your family, and their poor work. so you’ll have to scheme in different run-down hell holes to undo their messes. but order and control is important. if you’re in hell, why should you stop here? “one day”, your ‘girlfriend’ had said, “all these places you take me-” “you all,” you had interrupted, “i take you all” “-will be as clean as your nails, (name)”

you hope that she’s not mocking. and you hope she’s right.

> a/n; nothing much left 2 say! i notice my writing habits have switched up a bit, way less unnecessary words and stuffs. this is queued for tmrw so hopefully im not spamming anything. re-added the tags i left out for zero:ii too. idk when my next upload will be since my first exam is day after tmrw, but i wanna really write for the plot soon.

thanks for reading!!

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[dangerousstrawberryshark]

The creator is bonoimma ❤ @unini was the genius who suggested Please don't be mean Tumblr 🙏

You weren't sure what caused this to happen, or maybe you did.

The rivalry was mutual on both sides, shit talking the other team, taunting; just being toxic overall. You were more vocal than the rest of your team, cocky and screaming every curse in the English dictionary. Across the aisle, Iron Fist looked ready to pound you into the ground, while Spider-Man and Human Torch gave you a look. It was dark and lustful.

The round started, and it was chaos. While the rest of the teams were duking it out, you were suddenly snatched from the action by webs. The ropes of webs were pulled, leaving you to face Iron Fist, Spider-Man, and Human Torch.

Everything else after was a blur.

All that mattered was you being on your knees, naked, with Iron FIst, Spider-Man, and HT naked, stroking the hung cocks above you. Their muscular chests heaving as they stared down at your nude body, their groans filling the air, drowning out the fighting and explosions that were happening not so far away. Precum oozing from the cockheads, glistening their hung cocks as they smeared it.

"So hot," Spider-Man whispered, biting his lips as he used both hands to stroke his hung cock. He was breathless as he was the most vocal of the three, tilting his head back with his eyes rolled back from the debauchery.

"Damn right, the little bitch is better quiet." Iron Fist growled, breathing heavily as he fucked his palm. You looked much better like this in Iron Fist's eyes: naked and submissive. Maybe he'll put your mouth to use next time. He grumbles under his breath, punching the nearby wall, causing it to crack and shake, leaving a fist-sized crater.

"Are you trying to get us caught?" HT whispered as he pumped his cock. He didn't want to get caught with his pants down and masturbating, or maybe he does? The thrill of being caught by either teams made his cock throb and leak more precum, his heavy balls twitching.

You were somewhat lost in the lust, your cock bobbing up and down from the sight of three muscular men pleasuring themselves. You could tell their climax was approaching from the way their bodies were trembling and how they stroked.

The tension in the corner was cracking like a dam. Low groans and growls escaped their mouths as Iron Fist grabbed your hair and yanked you closer. Their fapping got aggressive, balls slapping against hands as the air got headier.

"Take our fucking cum." Iron Fist groans, stroking his cock faster, putting his arm around Spider-Man's shoulder for support. HT did the same, putting his arm on Spider-Man for support. You instinctively opened your mouth, waiting for your reward.

They could feel their balls tightening before hot ropes of cum spurted from the cockheads, coating your face and body with their thick, pearly white load. Spider-Man was the most vocal, followed by Iron Fist and HT. You happily swallowed any of the cum hitting your mouth, licking around your lips to swallow the remnants. The climax lasted for a couple of minutes as they stroke out any cum left.

You were definitely going to shit talk again.

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[miyamiwu]

To Be Hero X: Supporting Characters’ Names in Chinese and English + Chinese Name Meanings

As mentioned in the Top 10 Heroes version of this post, here’s a names meaning post for the supporting characters.

Characters are sorted by order of appearance, and names are listed in this order: English, Chinese, Pinyin, and Nickname/CN Abbreviation. (The last two are just for my own reference. And ignore the colors in the text. That’s also just for my ref)

Post will be updated after every character arc.

1. Miss J / 娟姐 / Juān Jiě / JJ

Juān 娟 means beautiful/graceful, while jiě 姐 is a honorific that means “elder sister.” But jie can also be used to address older women in the same generation or in a generation close to you, so the translation of “miss” in English is apt.

I really didn’t want to abbreviate her as JJ because of Yuri on Ice, but since Ice Ado movie is cancelled then whatever

2. Moon / 潇月卿 / Xiāo Yuè Qīng / XYQ

Dictionary definitions of each character in her name:

潇 (xiāo) = (of water) deep and clear; (of wind and rain) howling and pounding; (of light rain) pattering

月 (yuè) = moon

卿 (qīng) = high ranking official (old); term of endearment between spouses (old); (from the Tang Dynasty onwards) term used by the emperor for his subjects (old);

The association of xiao with water, the word for moon, plus qing being both a term of endearment between old couples and one used to address someone of high status. Something something about Xiao Yueqing being put on a pedestal and also the fact that she is now Lin Ling’s white moonlight:

The Chinese slang white moonlight (白月光 , bái yuèguāng) typically refers to someone or something that remains unattainable yet deeply cherished in one’s heart. It represents a love that lingers—idealized, untouchable, and forever out of reach. While often translated as a “first love,” it specifically describes a love that was never fully realized or reciprocated.

3. Enlighter / 启士 / Qǐ Shì / QS

Qǐ 启 means “to enlighten/awaken,” and Shì 士 is a suffix used to denote someone as an expert in something. Thus, Enlightener Enlighter.

The correct word is Enlightener, not Enlighter 💀. Li Haoling, I beg you, stay in your lane and leave the localization to the experts 😭

3.2 God Eye / 天眼 / Tiān Yǎn / GE

Tiān 天 translates to “heaven” or “sky,” but depending on context it can also stand for “god.” Yǎn 眼 means “eye.”

Imma call him by his English name since the translation is good enough. GE is also a much better abbreviation than TY, which can stand for “thank you.”

4. Wreck / 破坏王 / Pòhuài Wáng / W + 雷克 / Léi Kè

His Chinese name means “Destruction King,” and in Chinese it sounds like what one would call a very troublesome child. The Chinese fans hate it and refuse to call him by it 😂. In the Chinese fandom, some just call him Wreck (written in English) or by its transliteration 雷克 (Léi Kè), which can mean “Thunder Conqueror.” And honestly, that sounds a whole lot cooler than Destruction King 😭. 雷 is also internet slang for “terrifying,” apparently… Yeah, that really is cooler 😭😭😭

Once again, Li Haoling, please stay in your lane

5. Firm Man / 英雄不倒 / Yīngxióng Bù Dǎo / BD

I initially thought Yīngxióng 英雄 was just a title they add on to a hero’s name since it just means Hero, and in-universe there’s an ad that addresses Nice as Yingxiong Nice. But in the case of Bu Dao, I guess it really is part of his hero name since nobody calls him by just Bu Dao.

Bù 不 is a negator, and Dǎo 倒 is “to fall.” Direct translation of his name would then be something like Never Falling Hero, Infallible Hero, etc.

Firm Man is such a terrible translation 💀

6. Wolf Girl / 蛊狼 / Gǔ Láng / GL

Gǔ 蛊 refers to a type of poison that is used to bewitch someone and can be controlled from afar. This choice of character is then very fitting for Gu Lang, since her powers work by changing the public’s perception of Bu Dao without directly confronting him.

Láng 狼 means wolf. Altogether, her name can be translated as Poison Wolf. Some have translated it to Mad Wolf, since Gu can also mean “to drive someone to insanity.” Personally, I prefer Bewitching Wolf or just Wolf Witch.

See now how “Wolf Girl” is an injustice to her actual hero name?

7. Mr. Shand Shang / 尚总 / Shàng Zǒng / SZ

Shàng 尚 is just a common Chinese surname, but here are some of its dictionary definitions: still / yet / to value / to esteem.

Zǒng 总 is an honorific for your superior in work. I’ve often seen it translated as “chief.” So, Chief Zong.

Idk why the translation team decided to change the g in Shang to d. Shang sounds much better than Shand, and English viewers shouldn’t find it weird since there was a guy named Shang in Mulan...

8. Blankster / 忘仔 / Wàng Zǎi / WZ

Wàng 忘 means “to forget,” while Zǎi 仔 means “child.” I guess the zai is there because WZ has been a hero since he was young.

9. Uncle Rock / 岩叔 / Yán Shū / YS

In Asia, it’s common to address other people with family terms as a way of showing respect or familiarity. Yang Cheng calls Yán 岩 “uncle 叔,” but that doesn’t necessarily mean they’re blood-related.

Yán 岩 means “rock” or “cliff.”

10. Xià Qíng / 夏晴 / XQ

Xià 夏 means summer, while Qíng means clear/fine (when talking about the weather).

11. Shàng Chāo / 尚超 / SC

Shang Chao actually has the same surname as Mr. Shang/Shand (he is, after all, his son). I don’t know why the translation team decided to give them different surnames 💀

Chāo means “to exceed/surpass.”

12. Little Pomelo / 小柚子 / Xiǎo Yòuzi / YZ

Little Pomelo is a literal translation of his Chinese nickname. (Yeah, I believe that’s just a nickname and not his actual name.)

Xiǎo 小, meaning “little,” is often added before a name as a form of endearment.

13. (to be continued…)

If there are any errors, just tell me and I’ll correct them.

[yumerinns]

cw: mature language

thought of the day!!! (took me a week to write)

i feel like yoichi isagi would want someone who can match his 'slursagi' energy.

we all know off the field, he's this nice, sweet and rather introverted individual who is a complete 180° from when he's playing.

then, there's you, who is also a complete sweetheart. you, who with a single compliment can reduce yoichi to a flustered mess, his mind blaring your sweet voice and words for the entire day. you, who adjusts the blanket to cover his body more while he's dozing off rewatching his previous game footage (he's wide awake again). you, who happily gives him the sweetest kisses throughout the day.

at the beginning of your relationship, you had never seen yoichi on the field, nor had you seen his personality. you assumed he was the same warm hearted partner you knew, until one day he sends you some tickets for seats to watch his upcoming football match. you eagerly agreed, as, like said, you'd never seen him play before, and this was his big dream you were supporting.

of course, he would want nothing but the best for his sweet girlfriend, so he booked the seats closest to the field, so you could focus on him the whole time, but he also made sure you wouldn't be disturbed by getting his parents to sit next to you.

the first half is great. yoichi is scoring goals like he lives off it (technically he does), and the crowd is cheering for his team, and so were you. cheering his name quietly as you took a whole lot of photos of him, one with him wiping his sweat like the man he is with his shirt (holy crap!) and the rest of him being himself on the field.

his team wins the half 2-1. the crowd goes absolutely wild, their roaring filling the entire stadium. after the break, however, somewhere in the second half, his teammates start slacking a little: failing to deliver passes that were up to standard, missing to realise simple mistakes that affected the flow of the game, and you could tell yoichi's mood was not good.

and after one of his teammates miss a free shot completely, he loses it.

"oi, are you fucking kidding me? that was the easiest shot in the whole game! even a three year old can play better than your hellhole of a play style!" he shouts.

your eyes instantly widen, your mind blanking out, merely focused on him.

woah.

what.

what!?

and yoichi doesn't stop there. he keeps yelling at the poor guy with five slurs in one sentence and at least every insult in the dictionary. he has to be shaken by his shoulders by another teammate to snap him out of his crash out, but even then the tension doesn't seem to snap.

almost as if he can feel you practically burning holes into the back of his shirt, yoichi whips his head around, and when he notices you were staring, his face flushes the darkest red you've ever seen.

"well that was embarrassing," yoichi mutters, his head buried in his hands as you bring it up.

you're genuinely puzzled why he thinks it's embarrassing because you've never said something more honest than he was so hot like that. like jaw dropping, gut stirring, lip biting, absolutely, diabolically hot.

"i think it was hot." you grin, siting down next to his sweaty body, hooking an arm around his arm and tugging gently on it.

he peeks at you through his bangs that are covering his eyes slightly. "really?"

"of course," you rub circles on his bicep with your thumb, slow and lazily. "i just discovered a new side of you i never knew."

"oh, hey, you should do that more. what did you say? 'midget who missed as many goals as many times as he should he's fucked-"

"okay, that's enough!"

you brush it to the back of your mind, only bringing it up teasingly when he thinks he's got salt on you.

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it's a busy day at your office, and with the fact you were already running late, you had no time to eat anything.

that includes bringing anything to eat.

by 1pm, you feel like you are mere seconds away from starving to death, so you do the most logical thing you know: calling yoichi.

it is his off day, and while he had constantly asked if you were interested in taking a leave to spend this sacred day with him, you had to decline due to the lack of leaves you had left.

you punch in his contact number and place your phone next to your ear. one ring is all it took for him to pick up.

you ask yoichi if he can bring you something to eat for lunch. he hasn't even said anything, but you can immediately hear sheets rustling and the sound of keys clinking against each other. "i'll be there in 5," he says.

you smile (even though he can't see it) and hang up. not even one second after placing down your phone does this young girl who's wearing a short pencil skirt and a navy blue blouse run up to you, invading every single area of privacy possible.

"were you talking to your boyfriend?" she asks, her voice way too excited. she doesn't even give you a chance to speak before her face is in yours again. "he's so hot, like i was watching his match yesterday, and god, did you see how he had this fierce yet cool aura around him?"

you're kinda weirded out.

"you're so lucky to date him. i mean, if you weren't, i gladly would!"

fuck that.

you were completely weirded out.

you simply laugh awkwardly, hoping your body language is enough to send a signal over to that mush brain of hers.

and... apparently not!

she starts asking you for weird favors and says things that seem to be back handed compliments about you and yoichi's relationship. like how she wished she could date him, how fine he was, shit like that.

it's not the most unusual thing for you due to the amount of fangirls he has. but you're seriously hungry, and not in the mood for this girl's nonsense.

you're still sat there, a smile that's not quite real playing on your lips. your hands rest on your lap, fidgeting with your fingers uncomfortably and every second that passes feels like hours.

you try to be patient. you really do try.

but some things, or rather, people, just can't read a social situation sometimes.

"why don't you give him to me for day, huh?"

oh, what.

"why don't you just shut the fuck up?" you retort. your sudden outburst makes the coworker sitting next to you raise an intrigued eyebrow, but it's really to be expected.

"you said 'boyfriend'. my boyfriend. so can you just stop talking about him like i don't even exist?"

she gasps dramatically, trying to play that stupid victim party.

"it's not that big of a deal! or are you just insecure?" she adds on. she knows what she's doing, and it's irritating!

you get up from your seat, eyebrows furrowed and a mocking smile like never before.

"i'm insecure? have you even looked at yourself? oh wait, i bet you can't! don't mirrors break when they see you? with such a pigmented lipstick and uneven eyeshadow, that look is not it. you try to make it seem natural, but the only thing that's natural about you is your ass. unless you wanna get a lift on that too?"

you hear a gasp somewhere behind you, beating it to her. you turn around on instinct, and you see yoichi standing there with a paper bag in hand, pupils blown wide and mouth agape.

you feel your stomach drop into an abyss.

you shoot her one last glare, and immediately run off to yoichi, pulling him somewhere more secluded, like the pantry.

"you did not just see that." you say for the hundredth time, trying to trick his mind into thinking that, but it's obvious it's not working.

"that was just... holy shit-," yoichi laughs in amazement, fueling your already reddening cheeks. "i've never seen that before. i never even thought you could do that." he grabs your hands together, squeezing them tightly.

"i'd willingly let you berate me like that. no joke. coolest thing i've ever seen in my life, and this is a huge thing considering i'm going to marry you and be stuck with you for the rest of my life."

how the fuck is he so good with words? despite being a menace himself...

[felassan]

Compilation of snippets from the DA:TV acting talent panel at SDCC (Dragon Age: Meet the Heroic Companions of Thedas) today (July 26th). DA:TV spoilers under cut.

Huge props and tysm to the users who live-tweeted and clipped this panel, you are heroes 🙏💜!!

The panel was moderated. In attendance were John Epler, creative performance director Ashley Barlow, and the actors of Lucanis, Neve, Emmrich, and Harding - Zach Mendez, Jessica Clark, Nick Boraine, and Ali Hillis respectively.

The panel ended with a Q&A session.

(BioWare have stated that a recording of the panel will be made available at a later date.)

Edit/update: I've now been through this post and tidied it up :)

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Here are some pictures from the panel [source]

Here are some more pictures from the panel [source]

In this Twitter thread there are also some video clips of parts of the panel [source]

BioWare tried to avoid spoilers in the panel [source]

Key points/summary of DA:TV: hunting Solas, found family companions, stop the elven gods [source]

When auditioning the companions, BW were specifically looking for character chemistry [source]

BW used motion capture for the game [source]. Mo-cap was mentioned a lot in the panel [source]

Lucanis sees assassination as a job. His mind is as dangerous as his knives and he is also "kinda hilarious" [source]

There was mention of other Crows [source]

Zach Mendez read Tevinter Nights like three times [source]

A clip of the actors doing mo-cap was shown [source]. Photos of Zach mo-capping for other characters was shown [source]

BioWare said that Zach brought a certain darkness to Lucanis [source]

Zach is excited for the romance and is looking forward to the stats [source]

Zach mentioned that he used his own relationship with his brother in his portrayal of Lucanis [source] (surely this means ILLARIO.. ?👀)

Zach played a lot of darkspawn originally while auditioning [source]

Ali Hillis really welcomed Zach into the DA family [source]

Neve is from Minrathous. She has fun banter and is a cynical detective with a heart of gold. They want to show a rebellious side of Tevinter [source]

Jessica Clark loves Neve's loyalty, dedication, and different vision of Tevinter

Neve is fighting for the people [source]. Jessica: "She is really really fighting for those people, and she loves those people. So, yes, she's cynical, and yes she's kind of tough and brusque and all these other things, but when they say there's a heart of gold, there really, like, to have that kind of a passion and dedicate your life to something like that, I think that's definitely my favorite part about her" [source]

Jessica loves how much Neve loves Docktown and its people [source]

Neve sees a different vision for Tevinter than what has previously been depicted in the series [source]

The actors were separate from one another while recording lines but still bonded really well and organically [source]

There are several Veilguard gc [source] (groupchats?)

Ali is an angel and very supportive of the new cast [source]

Emmrich is a "stone cold silver fox" (this is a quote from the panel moderator) [source]

BioWare knew the reaction they would get about Emmrich from the fandom [source]

Nick Boraine feels like he's been preparing for Emmrich all his life. He's obsessed with death (as a comfort and not scary) and enabling people to transition into death. He is attracted to this aspect of the character [source]

"You're gonna need a dictionary for Emmrich" for all the magic spells [source]

"Interesting how this character caught fire compared to the other sexy characters" [source] (I think this was said wrt Emmrich?)

BW had a great time recording with Nick, he is a very consistent actor [source]

Nick and Matt Mercer have never met [source]

Manfred plays off of Emmrich. "I set the tone" [source]

What has Harding been doing in-between DA:I and DA:TV? She's been working closely with Varric and the Inquisition remnants. She and Neve already met in the comics [source]

Ali vividly remembers the beginning of voicing Harding, she says it's brilliant writing. She really thought of Harding's personality and traits. She's so happy to be back [source]

wrt the Covid-19 pandemic and the year 2020, BW had to pivot with working remotely and were able to push through their projects. [source]

"[Harding] chasing Solas for a decade..." "that was a great relationship that [you] developed... and now I'll stop talking now". Ali was excited [source]

John Epler talked about how companions may but heads, and won't be predictable [source]

There are thousands and thousands of lines and so many characters to meet [source]

Zach "unfortunately has been around the DA Reddit before recording as Lucanis" [source]. He feels inspired by all the fans and cannot wait for us to play it [source]

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John Epler on Emmrich: "I mean honestly, I will say, like, we expected a great reaction to Emmrich. Went beyond what we expected for sure. But it’s been fascinating to see, because again, Emmrich is this character, he’s more of the professorial, more, he brings a wisdom and kind of a calmness to the group, so even when things are at their worst, there’s that one person in the group who is kinda like, ‘okay, y’know, we've got, let's figure it out, let’s take a deep breath’. And just his journey through his character arc, and his interactions with the others, it’s been fantastic to see. Even just finding opportunities for him to bounce off the other characters, you know, the way he talks to Bellara, the way he talks to Neve, it’s all so different, but it’s also just, again, based around this core of this warm, kind-hearted, professorial necromancer. Which, again, is not something you see a lot of in media. I mean, usually, necromancers are depicted in a very specific way. But it’s been, it's awesome to see how Emmrich has grown and just, really one of the most, one of my favorite experiences has been just working with Emmrich’s writer, working with Emmrich as a character." [source]

All the actors are excited about the dialogue and narrative, and for us to explore DA:TV [source]

Ali says that we will really find ourselves in this game [source]

During the recording process, the actors all hear the previous person's recording and react or respond to it [source]

Due to Covid-related lockdown, a lot of recording was done over Zoom, and the writers besides Ashley Barlow (creative performance director) would jump in on the call to talk about the previous person’s lines [source]

A question was asked about the background factions. "Characters not causes". [source]

You can work with the Grey Wardens in the game (for example) [source]

The actors all met this weekend. They are an "un-chosen" family [source]

Zach stood in for multiple characters for mo-cap, for example he was Assan [source]

Lucanis has a heart but is stubborn and stuck in his ways. Zach is excited for fans to help his character open up as the story progresses [source]

Jessica is incredibly honored to join the DA universe. She is new to voice acting for video games. “This is play pretend. Playing Neve allowed her to step into her power.” [source]

A question was asked on what their first exposure to fantasy was, and do they implement this into the acting? John talked about Lord of the Rings and how every media you experience will seep out into your work [source]

Ashley didn't want the dialogue to sound modern [source]

Zach loves Theseus and talked about the symbolism in DA [source]

Jessica loves Greek mythology and lore [source]

Nick talked about The Hobbit and how he would dress up in big boots and a cape when his mother would read to him [source]

Ali recently went to Greece and felt like she saw DA everywhere [source]

A question was asked - "From your companion's perspective, which previous companion would you romance?" Zach kind of has a thing for The Iron Bull, saying "oh that awakened something inside of me". He also likes Dorian. Jessica was too overwhelmed to answer. Nick was also overwhelmed by the question, but thinks Solas is sexy [source] [source]

Ali fangirled over Lucanis and Emmrich [source], prefers Emmrich [source]

A question was asked - "Is DA:TV and DA:I streamlined together?" [paraphrased]. Answer: DA games are not as streamlined as Mass Effect and act almost as standalones [source]

The cast were asked about which aspect of their character is their favorite. Ali loves the little quirks about Harding. "Lucanis is a good cook!?" ** Neve is very dry and pretty closed off about it. For Emmrich, it's the "exploration of the idea of death and necromancy" [source] (** FINALLY CITATION for this? :D)

A question was asked: "How do you decide to introduce the lore in each game?" BioWare answered that it depends as they build each game. They always know the base lore, and see opportunities through game mechanics and characters. They try not to infodump [source]

A question was asked: "Any favorite party banter?" Ashley Barlow said to listen for "hand to bone combat" [source]

The game takes place approximately 10 years after the end of DA:I. You start the game hunting for Solas. The game is built on some core principles: be who you want to be in a world worth saving and with characters that matter. The companions are always at the heart of DA and they are at the heart of this game too. [source]

The moderator asked John Epler about what is bringing this party of people ("this rogues' gallery") together. John: "I mean, it's the end of the world, and each character that you bring into your party understands that the world is ending, that they need to stop that, and you're really building, what I would say is, more of a found family. These are characters who may not start off liking each other, may not even start off liking you, but over time they grow to understand the importance of what they're doing and just, how critical it is to stop the elven gods" [source]

"He is kind and has some spectacular lines. He is a natural nerdy scientist. He loves learning." [source] (Emmrich? ^^)

Ali didn't realize that Harding was such a beloved character. She thanked fans for bringing this character back [source]

Ali is super excited that the game is releasing. She said that there has been an evolution to Harding's character and that she's been chasing Solas for like a decade at this point [source]

Jessica loves the writing in the game [source]

Nick loves its narrative [source]

Ali said that this game is going to take you into a world that will blow your minds [source]

On Manfred: Nick was asked what it was like having another character to bounce off of. He said "Oh man! I mean, that is such a hard question, because Matt and I have never met, and we worked completely separately, and, I, I mean I know that the rapport is really great, but it's in the ether, I mean it is just, the magic that these guys create, telling us how to respond, how to do that, but it's, I can't wait to meet Matt" [source]

BW still said that the game's release window is Fall 2024 [source]. Nothing more specific was given [source]

There are also more snippets here in this Tumblr post, go check it out!

[source, two]

[b1eedthefreak]

Puda

daryl x hispanic!reader

thank you guys so much for the support on the first one! :)

p.s i included translation on this one so you can learn spanish too!

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The Alexandria library wasn’t exactly Barnes & Noble material, but you’d managed to clear out a table near the back, stacking a few Spanish workbooks, a translation dictionary, and of course, a notebook with sparkly pink hearts doodled all over it. You’d told Daryl it was for note-taking. He’d said it looked like it belonged to Judith. You’d said “Well Judith learns better than you, so maybe take notes.”

Now, you sat across from him, legs curled under your chair, twirling a pen and watching as Daryl squinted down at the flashcard in his hand like it had insulted his mother.

“Conejo,” (bunny) you said slowly. “Like… bunny. Rabbit.”

Daryl grunted, eyes narrowing.

“Co…co…najo?”

“Conejo.” You leaned forward with a smile. “Try again.”

“Co-ne-jo,” he mumbled under his breath, like the word physically hurt him to say. “Shit sounds fake.”

You laughed, nudging his boot under the table.

“It’s not fake Daryl, it’s a real word. You’re just mad ‘cause it has a ‘j’ in it and your southern ass can’t handle it.”

“Ain’t got nothin’ to do with my ass,” he grumbled.

“Oh? I like your ass.” You leaned over the table, resting your chin in your palm. “Your accent? I dunno… a little sketchy.”

He glared at you, flipping through the flashcards like they personally betrayed him. You were biting back your grin when you saw him mouth “Hola,” then grimace like he’d swallowed a bug.

“Language is romantic,” you said, spinning your pen between your fingers. “I just want you to know my world too.”

“Your world’s full’a words I can’t say.”

“But you’re tryin’ baby,” you cooed, leaning in to kiss his cheek. “And that’s why I love you.”

He softened instantly. You watched his ears turn pink. Victory.

A few hours later, the two of you were bumping down a backroad in a dusty old truck, out on a mission to scout a potential supply stash just outside town. Carol had mentioned a rundown gas station near the old highway that no one had touched yet.

You had your boots on the dashboard, fingers tapping to some faint music you’d found on an old CD.

“How do you say gas station?” he asked suddenly.

You smiled.

“Estación de gasolina.”

He blinked at you. “Estawhatnow?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

The gas station was mostly looted and falling apart, but you spotted a half-crushed magazine rack wedged behind a toppled soda fridge. And there they were—three beat-up, barely-holding-together comic books.

“Carl is gonna lose his mind,” you whispered, clutching them to your chest like gold.

You didn’t hear the walker until it was too late. It had been jammed between the cooler and the wall, half-smashed, but not dead. Its arm shot out, grabbing your wrist with a sickening crack of its rotted bones. You let out a scream, twisting, nearly falling backwards,

And then Daryl’s knife came down.

Straight into its skull.

You stumbled back, panting hard, clutching the comics with trembling hands. Daryl stood over the body, chest heaving, face twisted in fury.

“TAKE THAT YOU DAMN… PUDA!!”

Silence.

You blinked.

“…What?”

He straightened up, all proud and puffed-up, like he’d just done something impressive.

“That’s right. I know a lil’ Spanish.”

You stared at him.

And then you burst out laughing. Like full on, tears down yourface, doubled over kind of laughing. The kind that made your ribs ache and your knees go weak.

“Puda?” you wheezed.

Daryl scowled. “That’s what I said.”

“You said puda. That’s not even a word Daryl!”

“Well, whatever it means, she’s dead.”

You were crying-laughing now, trying not to drop the comics, still trembling from the adrenaline.

“Ay Dios mío…” (Oh my Goodness…) you muttered, wiping your eyes. “You can’t just yell fake cuss words at walkers Daryl.”

“Can if they’re tryin’ to eat you,” he muttered, walking ahead like he wasn’t secretly flustered.

You jogged after him, tucking the comics into your bag, still giggling.

That night back in Alexandria, you curled up with him in your shared bed, legs tangled, soft pillows around you, and a warm, beat up old Spanish textbook on your lap.

You pointed to a sentence.

“Okay, this one says: ‘Quiero estar contigo para siempre.’ Know what that means?”

“Mm…” He squinted. “Somethin’ about wantin’ to eat rabbits forever?”

You snorted, smacking his shoulder gently.

“It means I want to be with you forever, Dixon.”

Daryl gave a soft little hum and kissed your temple.

“Yeah? Well, I ain’t goin’ nowhere.”

And he wasn’t. Not even if the pudas came back.

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a/n okay so this was supposed to be posted days ago i actually forgot this was in my drafts MY DEEPEST APOLOGIES DARYL NATION