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[lavenoon]

*cracks knuckles*

(gonna copy this to AO3 too, after sending it, but I don’t know it just feels like tradition to send the big ones to tumblr first haha)

Ok let's get right to it!!

So first of all I gotta say I love everything about this first ever interaction! It really gives a good look at what it was like for both Dusk and Robin before meeting each other. 

Like, the fact that Dusk was so sure he would be able to get there before them, because he took a “shortcut”, but it’s clear who is the most familiar with the city and the actual fastest routes. He’s so impressed that they were able to get there faster than him, haha! The fact that he did this at all makes me wonder if as a way of proving himself as capable as he is, he has taken it upon himself for a while to get into jobs above his ranks and steal the show. He certainly seems to have had a plan from the start to outdo this agent, even if he didn’t know who they were at first.

But I adore that Robin immediately shows him it’s not that easy. They are a star agent for a reason. Beating him there, stealing his cap, and not even a lick of doubt when they say they are sure they could take him in a fight. Dusk might be used to people outright being scared of him, but Robin shows none of that.

Not that they’re unaffected of course. We see it through all the chapter and Dusk throws a couple of low blows even if he doesn’t realize it. “The prickly agent that no one likes”, and especially the “If that’s how you treat your fellow agents, maybe it’s no surprise you’re unpopular.” Because oof. We know a younger Robin likely tried. Really tried to get along with others before any illusion of camaraderie was broken. And it must have felt like they were the problem because of something natural to them. And now Dusk is telling them that they are the problem for how they choose to act. Damned if you do, and damned if you don’t right? (and while I know that it’s probably not necessary at all I am just a bit curious if Moon ever thinks back and realizes his words might have stung more than he realized at first)

But aaaah, it seems Robin’s honesty does seem to have piqued his interest! Because there are implications in what Robin says about him needing to try harder to make fun of them. That maybe it wasn’t just once or twice that they received worse. Also there’s Robin saying that he doesn’t trust him, because he can hardly argue against the fact that they haven’t seen him work, and they have already shown that they are ahead of him in the game twice in the night so far. So it’s not a dismissal of him being incapable, it’s very much just that as an agent they can’t just go ahead and make careless assumptions, and Dusk knows it. 

But oooh it’s so nice seeing how they can clearly connect a little, even if Robin tries to resist it. Because Dusk reminds them so much of their own early days and how he shares some of the same interests and likes that they need to keep guarded most of the time. 

(sidenote: ooough my heart when he asked if they had given up on the fun, because while clearly they haven’t it’s such a lonely way of having fun and I worry that eventually they would have lost the drive to even try and keep that aspect of their job in the future ;-;)

And pffff it was hilarious seeing Dusk so cocky, confident that he’d just stolen the job from the top agent and was on his way to impress the office XD I can just imagine whoever needed the info looking at what he brought and going “ok… where’s the rest?” and him suddenly a mini panic because uh oh, what rest?

Kinda deserved tbh XD

(But aaaah again with the “you’re no fun” bit ooough, because trying to be fun only brought them rejection among their peers HHHHHH)

But it’s clear that with every moment that passes Dusk doesn’t really think they’re not fun. Actually it seems he really finds them the most fun to be around, and it’s nice that he seems to bring out that a bit more when he himself reflects what Robin wishes the job could be more about, cool stuff and booby traps or even just the secret agent theme being a cool thing to think about. Bet Dusk counted it as an absolute win when they finally ended up laughing freely. Also the fact that he was so offended at the notion that he is boring because he keeps telling them not to swear is so funny XD How dare they imply he’s as dull as the other agents!

And awww when they mentioned him in the report! It’s not nothing to receive a commendation from the star agent, but to Robin it was probably just giving credit where credit is due. But oof, the small doubts that he is still just using them to serve his own image are still there and they definitely come to play later in the fic.

It’s nice to see how from then on Robin half takes him under their wing (had to, sorry Robin XD), but it also is not precisely mentorship, but a developing friendship with a pinch of helping out. The fact that they let him know the rookie mission was a setup to alleviate the pressure from the “failure” after all. How it’s a cynical practice to harden the agents. Knowing that would definitely help him be more aware of how EVOC works. 

But aaaaaa then we get the nice routine established only for the doubts to come back with a vengeance.  And ooough it hurts! Because Dusk was likely just looking for some guidance on what to expect if he did get the promotion. So from his perspective the sudden hostility likely felt like a slap on the face! But it comes back to that right? Robin’s fears, that once again them being them is what will make them lose it all. That once the newbie climbs up to where they are he’ll kick them from their place, because now the higher ups found someone better and if they keep slacking off it’ll go beyond that. Deep down they probably know Dusk isn’t trying to hijack what they have, but even if aware of their practices, Robin is still affected by what the company has done to them. Having left behind nearly everything else, the prospect of having the one thing they cling to torn away is too much at that moment. And so they snap at the main threat, who is also the closest they’ve had to a friend. Makes me think a little of the non canon scenario, where the boys get a promotion, actually! Because no wonder if this was the initial reaction, in that case it would feel even worse! 

But omg! The part where they defend him AAAAAAA Because gosh, if that didn't mean everything I don’t know what would! Just everything about it! The fact that every time he looks at them his eyes turn blue! The red reserved for those antagonizing him! Robin at first thinking that it’s best for him to just handle the situation alone like they had to because nobody helped when they needed it, only to become so angry at the agent discrediting all Dusk has done that they automatically intervene. Because they saw the potential! They know it’s not true! They literally had a freak out because Dusk is that good that they felt their rank was in jeopardy! And they put a stop to the mockery because it just isn’t right! Makes me remember Dusks words from a couple chapters ago. When y/n says they weren't always nice, but he replies that they have always been kind. He likely saw that way before this incident, but I can see it staying with him for a long time.

And ooough the confrontation! Dusk really deserving an explanation of what was all that about and Robin knowing that if there’s anything they do to fix it, it’s going to involve opening the slightest about their insecurities. And at first it must seem like a dismissal to Dusk. A finality of Robin saying that he’s the problem that will make them lose what’s most important, but then they call out to him! And he sees that they really don’t want to throw him aside and this must be the most vulnerable they’ve seen this hardened agent that doesn’t drop the facade around anyone else. And they’re about to offer, but they’re scared. And he can see that. But they retreat before he can even reassure them and it’s a glimpse of the person no else has likely seen, and he must understand as well. He just faced a whole lot of rejection, it’s no wonder he recognizes it in someone else’s face. 

(also shaking Robin’s hand about fearing disappointment most of all)

But aaah that’s such a sweet ending! Dusk finally got to deliver the smooth line that got interrupted before XD Makes me wonder if he intended to deliver it that first night when they met but was just completely thrown off by finding Robin there hehe

A complete delight of a chapter, Luce!! I adored every second of it!! <3

In the most affectionate way, I'd love if tumblr allows read mores for asks just so I could un-collapse your asks like those comically long unfolding scripture rolls or something. Y'know in cartoons when they start unrolling and it just keeps going? I want that FHDJS

but without further ado, the actual reply!

The thing about Dusk (and Dawn) at the start of their agent career is... They underwent a year of training, where especially Dusk quickly realized that he excels at the sneaky stealthy aspects, and he's a gremlin who likes to climb. Equipped with his special grip gloves (courtesy of Eclipse), parkour works out just fine for him, and while he technically hasn't started so long ago, he's gotten used to being better than human agents! And those human agents, too - except they don't even wait to see his performance, rather dismissing it because "he's an animatronic, of course he's good". He doesn't want that - it's empty validation.

So when Dusk sees a certain someone leave, with people around him sparing them only disdainful glances, if anything... Well, he decided to prove his merit and show that he's good! He gathers it's a star agent, asks where they're headed, and thought he could get a headstart, only to get there at top speed and they're already there. Spiderman pointing meme moment.

And it that sense, Robin's insistence that he's a rookie is refreshing to him. Because yeah, sure, it can rankle his pride - he wanted to prove how good he is, and there's someone insisting he's not that great! But then he just. stays. and realizes they see him as a beginner agent, which he is. They don't see him and say "ah, animatronic, of course you're great". They basically tell him "no matter what, you just started out. Stay vigilant, or it's going to bite you in the ass." He's intrigued!

He's still a little shit, and he throws those low blows - without realizing. He tries to match the energy Robin puts out while still adapting his plans from "show up this star agent" to "tag along with this star agent", and he ends up hurting them. And he realizes it quickly, too. Because he doesn't need to look back far into the future - he falls silent right then and there. Robin tells him outright they've had worse, try harder, and Dusk walks behind them with the realization that 1) they just admitted that they think he wants to hurt them, and 2) they have gone through a lot that made them this prickly. He's already getting prickly! He's been doing proper field work for just a few weeks there! All his attempts to be seen and acknowledged and taken seriously while having fun, fruitless.

And then they have their little conversation where Robin locks up when it's their turn to answer, and still he gets it when he spots the sticker on their little gadget.

Their honesty is crucial here, too. They keep secrets, yes - that comes with the job. But they tell him he's a rookie, they tell him they don't trust him, and they refuse to be vulnerable for the same reason. Dusk can appreciate that, and he refuses to push more of their buttons after that moment in the staircase.

Robin appreciates it, too. He's "clear", he doesn't mock them for those crumbs of joy they held on to. They're scared of connection and crave it at the same time, so it's a strange mix for them still. But hey, surely it's a one off!

(Also I need you to know that I am currently trying to stomp out another timeline thought at "Robin does give up on fun")

Well, and then Dusk goes back to his initial plan (: He grabs all the information they were sent to gather, but he's superficial, sloppy. Robin figures that not everything is kept digitally, and goes for the papers - and they find additional information. So it's not that there's a rest that's missing, but River gets two reports, one technically fine and just what she asked for, the other going above and beyond with even more information. She tells Dusk that next time he should save her some time and make her read one report only, and that'd be the report with the extra leverage he didn't provide.

Cue a little confrontation - and once again, Robin reminds him that he's a newbie and has a lot to learn! He's prickly about it, but he also just enjoys that they talk to him without bias, because whelp, obviously it's not a bias to say he's a beginner! He can admit that! (Dawn can't, not as well. Another reason the reverse rivalry starts out tenser). Dusk catches a glimpse of where Robin is headed next, and decides it's time for little shit, round two!

(And he immediately gets schooled, again. He nearly got a sizeable dent into his shell for spooking them, and he takes the moment to process that they absolutely could hold their own against him. He's a weirdo, so that only excites him)

Another mission where he tags along against their will, but they threaten him marginally less and he takes it as a win. Again the honesty strikes him - he's being silly, probing to see how Robin would engage, and they catch him by surprise with the mental image of automated suits of armor! It's again a proof for him that they're not as prickly as they pretend they are - and how ironic, that later on they start calling him the cactus!

He gets delegated to standing watch, but then he does actually get to see action. Takes care of it quickly, only to spot Robin standing in the doorway, and for the first time there's the notion of surprise, and in their moment of whiplash and in his own expectation, that looks way too much like fear. He thinks now he's going to lose that connection, make them realize that he's got inbuilt weapons that give him an unfair advantage, all the things he's been told before.

He cracks a joke. They laugh - openly, and maybe just a bit too much, but neither of them is going to complain. They make a joke back, and he gets to run with it, and thus the banter is born! So he pouts extra when they call him boring after that, but he also takes it as a challenge to turn it up a notch! Despite acting affronted, he's mostly relieved that it doesn't seem to have changed what Robin thinks of him.

Robin of course is still paranoid, and since Dusk himself burned them just the mission before by ditching them, trying to steal the credit (what they think - he did credit them in his report!), they opt for revenge. They leave him behind. He takes it as a hint.

But Robin is honest. They credit him in their report - and later on, too, when their shared missions become a pattern. That's the "good word" the higher ups mean when they promote him. He'd be good enough without that input, too - or Dawn wouldn't have been promoted in the same breath, but it's something Dusk remembers.

The rookie mission? It didn't go badly. Not for Dusk (and Dawn). No, they did well, but received backlash from other agents for all the usual things. Robin doesn't know that, and assumes when they find Dusk avoiding everyone and acting hissy, but they're genuine in their reassurance. It's what makes him relax, in the end. He still hates the outcome of the mission, so they were right as far as that is concerned, but they tell him it's okay, that's how it's meant to end, and it's not a personal failing.

It tells him more about Robin, too. The fact that they seek to reassure him. The fact that they're so competitive. The fact that they offer him distraction, and fun.

But even the nicest routine doesn't erase their insecurities.

Dusk asks them what it's like to be a star agent, and they demonstrate. He's baffled, because he's been told they advocated for him, only for them to lash out like this - he doesn't know how terrified they are. Losing their rank would prove everyone who made fun of them right. They have no friends, they barely have a life outside of work, and since they were a recruit of the "work for us or we're going to make your life hell after 'infiltrating' our base" sort, they're just waiting for the higher ups to get rid of them. They're too unconventional but now there's an agent who is obviously more efficient, and they have seen him in action. They know he's good.

And they're scared. They can't lash out against the higher ups, so they tell Dusk to stay away, and he does. They're both miserable for a good while, and there are so many changes in their life. Robin avoids Dusk like the plague, and Moon is too hurt to even want to introduce himself to the very nice new landlord Sun found for them.

It's been a throwaway thought that Dusk, in moments of stress when he's expected to look at people but he just doesn't want to see, switches to thermal vision because it's shapes, and less detail. He doesn't do that when it comes to Robin. He sees them duck away, but they don't leave.

And then someone makes the mistake to say Dusk isn't actually a good agent, and just got the promotion because he's an animatronic.

Imagine you're Dusk, in that moment. (Ironic, maybe, given that Robin is the reader insert, but shh). The closest person to a friend "breaks up" with you just a few short weeks ago for being too good of an agent. They avoid you. You see them when they run into you and some other agents in the middle of insulting you, and they lock up. They don't interact, but they also don't leave - and then one insult makes them snap back up and just yeet their snack at the offender. That split second of widened eyes as they realize what they've done. Instinct. They did that on instinct, for you. And then they double down. There's the prickly star agent that no one likes. But they channel all that venom into your defense.

Dusk, of course, is still pissed. And he's well within his right for that! They lashed out, they haven't apologized, and they also don't really do that, not explicitly. He asked an innocuous question (as he thought) and got that in return.

But he stays, to ask. Tries to make sense of things. He gets that explanation, but it doesn't have much hope for him in that moment. For those few seconds he feels like he'll just have to accept that being promoted was the end of that friendship. But Robin doesn't want to lose that, either. They're the one who pushed him away, and now they're the one trying to reach out - and with everything he knows about them, he sees them withdraw, back into that hardened shell they hide behind, and he wants to reach out and stop them, but the hurt is too fresh and they're not that close - he doesn't know how he could.

This is the moment that future Moon looks back to with the thought that he should have stopped them from leaving. It worked out fine for them all, sure, but he now realizes just how scared they were, and wishes he would have held them back and reassured them then and there. It wouldn't have worked! They wouldn't have accepted it! But it's something on his mind, when he gets to know them better.

But it does work out for them. Dusk goes back to what he knows best, and what kept them entertained for so long. Before, it may have been a somewhat mentorship flavored friendship, but they're both star agents now, the same rank, and now it's a full fledged rivalry. He gets them by surprise, gets to be smooth about it, and he gets his friend back <3

[moonstruckme]

Hi lovie!!! I was stalking your blog as usual (hehe) when I came across a requests from your 6k celebration of a visually impaired!reader. I was always too shy to ask something like this but i'm glad someone did! )i'm not sure if you remember)

If you feel comfortable can you please write some comfort with the marauders and a vitally impaired reader who doesn't feel like she's enough? I kinda feel useless when it comes to performing daily tasks normally because neither can I use the walking stick or. classify as a person with enough vision to be independent. Sorry for the rambling but please feel free to ignore this request if it's not your thing! all the love <333

Thank you for requesting lovely! I always get nervous about writing about groups I don’t represent, so if anything here is inaccurate or offensive at all please do let me know! I did research but there are some things too specific for the internet to have much about and I’m always looking to grow <3

poly!marauders x visually impaired!reader ♡ 958 words

When Sirius’ phone rings, James knows it’s you because he rolls over on the bed, a giant, lovesick grin spreading across his face. 

“Hello, gorgeous,” he says upon picking up. Remus rolls his eyes at his sultry tone, and Sirius kicks him lightly. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” 

James is close enough that he can hear the sound of your voice on the other line, sweet and asking, but he can’t make out what you’re saying. 

“No, yeah, that sounds hazardous.” Sirius’ tone remains casual, but he rolls onto his back again, starting to get up. “Stay where you are, dollface, help is on the way. Yeah, the other boys are up too—wait, did you only call me because you thought I’d be the only one awake?” 

Remus snatches the phone from him. “Where are you, love?”

Sirius sulks. James gives his shoulder a few solid pats. 

It’s a good thing Remus is the one to talk to you, because the other two would have no clue the coffee shop you were talking about. It’s only a few blocks from your apartment, James notes, and you’re standing outside with your back against the wall. The interior is dark. 

“Hi, lovie!” he calls when they’re close enough. “It’s James.” 

Your head turns toward them, a little smile taking you. “Hey. Sorry to bother you guys.” 

“We were all up,” Remus says, “and we wouldn’t want you walking home by yourself this late regardless.” 

“What he means to say,” says Sirius, touching the back of your wrist, your signal that he wants to kiss you. You tilt your face up agreeably, and he plants one on your lips, “is that you could never bother us, sweet thing.” 

Your smile goes a bit bashful, chin tucking towards your chest. “I can usually navigate my way here just fine—it’s so close to my place—but I didn’t realize it had gotten so dark.” 

“Say no more.” James bumps your elbow lightly with his, offering it to you. “Since we’re here, do you want to come back to our place, or would you rather stay at home?” 

Your fingers are cool and gentle as they wrap around the crook of his arm. “If you don’t mind me sleeping at yours…” 

Sirius makes an incredulous scoffing noise. “As if we would mind.” 

“Thanks.” Your voice is quiet, a tad more subdued than usual. James takes it for fatigue. 

“Have you had a chance to eat?” Remus asks. He slips his arm around Sirius’ shoulders as he walks. The other boy looks happy as a clam. 

“No, not yet.” 

“I’ll make you something,” he offers. “Anything you’re craving? We’ve just been to the grocery.” 

“I’m alright with anything.” Still that muted tone to your voice. James looks at you curiously. After a few moments, you say again, “I'm really sorry about this.” 

“Angel, you don’t have to keep apologizing,” he says. “What’s there to be sorry for? The sun went down, you can’t help it.” 

But your expression is somber, your lips downturnt. “You had to come over here to walk me home, and now you’re making me dinner, too. I just feel��I don’t know, I guess I feel sort of useless. I need someone to do everything for me.” 

“Dove, what?” Remus looks over at you, brow furrowed. “We do more for Sirius than we do for you.” 

You look surprised and Sirius offended, but James chimes in, “It’s true. You know how much maintenance he takes. He wouldn’t set a foot out of bed in the morning if one of us didn’t make him.” 

“I think the more important point is,” Sirius interjects loudly, “that we don’t have to do things for you so much as we get to, gorgeous. Like, you could probably sort your own dinner if you needed to, but Rem and Jamie would each rather saw off their pinkie toes than let either of us cook for ourselves.” 

“I think you’d just rather I do that than you cook,” Remus mutters. 

“And as for walking you home,” Sirius blazes on, “do we seem anything less than completely stoked to be here? Because if so, please let me know. I’m clearly not doing well enough at expressing myself.” 

“Of course you’ve been great.” You tuck yourself closer to James’ side, stepping over a curb when he murmurs a warning. “You always are.” 

“We’re not just being kind, dove,” Remus says gently. “It doesn’t take much to do things for you, because we like doing them. It’s never a bother.” 

“You take care of us, too,” James reminds you. “You always listen, and you’re really good at massaging Remus’ knee when it hurts him. You’re the only one of us who the cat that comes to our back door will let touch it.” You smile, and he sets his hand atop yours, squeezing fondly. 

“It’s easy when it’s someone you care about,” says Remus, “yeah?” 

All three of them, even Sirius, let the question hang until you’re forced to answer. After a few moments, you sigh, resignation covered with a healthy coating of gratitude. 

“Yeah,” you admit. “I guess so.” 

“It has to be,” James jokes, “or Sirius wouldn’t have had a meal for years now.” 

“Alright, alright.” Sirius steps out from under Remus’ arm, walking backward so he can gesture as he talks. “I’ll have you know, you’re not so easy to live with either! You’ve not gotten any tidier since we were thirteen, and half the time I come into the kitchen after you’re done doing your saintly work for me to find the whole place smoldering—” 

“See, dovey,” Remus leans close to murmur, “how could you be any trouble when we’re already head over heels for this?’

[rottenherbs]

Frequent Flyer (pt.3)

Pairing: G.W x Healer! Reader Summary: A request, a healed shoulder, and teasing lead to George disappearing, leaving only a note behind." W/C: 1.6k A/N: thank you for the requests to continue this! Ill write the next part where the magic happens hehe [masterlist] Much Love, Saige

George has been quieter than usual tonight.  

It’s strange, really. He’s still here, still lounging in that hospital cot with his usual air of casual arrogance, but something about him is different. His usual complaints about being trapped in the infirmary have died down, and his playful jabs at your professionalism have dwindled into thoughtful hums and the occasional prolonged stare.  

You pretend not to notice.  

Instead, you busy yourself with restocking the potions cabinet, arranging the vials in perfect rows, and checking them twice for good measure. It’s an easy enough task, and yet, you can still feel George watching you.  

Not in the usual, over-the-top way, either. Not like earlier, when he dramatically sighed about his tragic fate, draped across the bed as though he were on his deathbed. This is different. Quieter. More… thoughtful.  

And that’s what makes you glance over your shoulder.  

Sure enough, George is leaning back against the pillows, good arm tucked behind his head, eyes trained on the ceiling as if it holds the answers to life’s great mysteries.  

You raise an eyebrow. "Alright, what’s wrong with you?"  

He startles slightly, turning his gaze to you.  

"What d’you mean?"  

"You’re quiet." You turn fully, crossing your arms over your chest. "That’s not normal."  

"Wow," he scoffs, placing a hand over his heart in mock offense. "Maybe I just enjoy the peaceful atmosphere of the hospital wing."  

You snort. "Sure, because that’s *definitely* something George Weasley enjoys."  

He chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. "Maybe I’ve just got a lot on my mind."  

You tilt your head. "That’s dangerous."  

"You’re telling me."  

There’s a beat of silence, filled only by the soft flicker of candlelight and the distant ticking of the infirmary’s clock.  

And then, before you can question him further, George shifts, wincing slightly as he props himself up on his good arm. You take an instinctive step forward, but he waves you off with a small smirk, though it doesn’t quite reach his eyes.  

"Relax, love. I’m not going to drop dead on you."  

You roll your eyes, but something about the way his voice lingers on love makes your stomach flip.  

"Alright, spill it," you say, leaning against the edge of the cot. "What’s got you thinking so hard you’ve gone all silent?"  

George lets out a breath, his fingers drumming anxiously against his knee.  

"I was just wondering…" He trails off, staring at the candle beside his bed, watching the flame flicker and dance. You’ve never seen him hesitate before—not like this.  

"Wondering what?" you prompt gently.  

He glances at you, then away again, as if gathering courage. His knee bounces under the blanket. His fingers tighten into the sheets.  

"Would you—" He exhales sharply, shaking his head at himself before trying again. "When I get out of here, and, you know, I’m fully capable of sweeping you off your feet without dislocating something—"  

You arch a brow.  

"—would you fancy going out sometime?"  

Your breath catches.  

Of all the things you expected him to say, that was not one of them.  

You stare at him, and George, for the first time in what might be his entire life, looks nervous. His cocky mask is still there, but beneath it, there’s something real. Something vulnerable.  

He must mistake your silence for hesitation because suddenly, words start tumbling out of him, rapid and rambling.  

"I mean, I get it, you’re busy, always patching up idiots like me, and maybe you don’t fancy blokes who spend half their time being concussed, but I—"  

"George."  

He stops.  

You smile.  

"Ask me again when you’re not bedridden."  

His eyes widen slightly, lips parting as if he hadn’t considered that answer. Then, slowly, a grin spreads across his face—one of genuine, boyish excitement.  

"So you’re saying there’s a chance?" he asks, tilting his head.  

"I’m saying I’ll consider it," you tease. 

His ears turn red, but he only grins wider.  

"Well then," he muses, leaning back into his pillows with a satisfied sigh. "Guess I’ll have to make a full recovery as quickly as possible."  

"You’d better," you say, pushing off the cot. "Or Madam Pomfrey might just keep you here forever."  

"That’d be cruel and unusual punishment," he laments, "keeping me away from my true love."  

You snort. "Oh? And who might that be?"  

He places a dramatic hand over his chest. "You wound me,. As if you don’t know."  

Shaking your head, you take a step back. "Get some sleep, George."  

"Only if you promise to dream of me."  

"Goodnight, Weasley."  

You turn away before he can see the way your cheeks flush, but you feel his grin even as you disappear into your bedchambers.  

And as George settles into the sheets, staring up at the ceiling, he thinks to himself—*Merlin help me, I really am falling for her.*

—————

You wake up expecting things to be the same as the night before—quiet candlelight, the steady sound of George’s exaggerated snoring, and the occasional rustle of him shifting restlessly in his cot.  

But instead, when you step into the infirmary, your stomach drops.  

His bed is empty.  

The sheets are haphazardly pulled back, his pillow indented where his head once rested. The candle on his nightstand has melted into a short, stubby remnant of its former self. The only sign that he had been there at all was the slight scent of something warm and familiar—his shampoo, maybe, or the faint traces of the Weasley family’s homemade soaps.  

He’s gone.  

You blink, trying to process it. Madam Pomfrey hadn’t mentioned discharging him so soon. You would have heard something—surely, she would have at least woken you before he left. But there’s no note, no sign of where he might have gone.  

Just… emptiness.  

And for some reason, it unsettles you.  

Where did he go?

Your feet carry you toward the cot before you even think about it. The sheets are still warm. You run your fingers over the fabric absentmindedly, frowning at the lack of farewell, the lack of even a cheeky remark scribbled on parchment.  

You try to ignore the strange feeling creeping into your chest. It shouldn’t bother you this much.  

It shouldn’t.  

With a sigh, you pull the blankets up, smoothing them over the mattress as you gather yourself. Maybe he just left in a hurry. Maybe he didn’t think it was a big deal. Maybe he—  

A soft thump catches your attention.  

Your eyes flick downward.  

A folded piece of parchment has fallen from the sheets, landing just beside the bed frame. Your breath catches as you lean down, heart suddenly racing for a reason you can’t explain.  

You unfold it carefully, smoothing out the creases.  

In messy, slanted handwriting, it reads

*Didn’t want to wake you. Figured you might need the sleep since you’ll miss me so terribly. Meet me by the lake tonight? I’ll make it worth your while.*  

—*G.*  

You stare at the words, your lips pressing together to keep from smiling.  

That insufferable idiot.

But still, you fold the note neatly, tucking it into the pocket of your robes.  

And for the rest of the day, no matter how busy you are, you can’t help but glance toward the clock, counting the hours until the sun finally sets.

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You had been in control before.  

When George Weasley was at your mercy—injured, vulnerable, looking up at you with a mix of pain and trust—you had been the one in charge. You were the healer, the one with steady hands and a composed demeanor, the one calling the shots while he had no choice but to listen.  

Now, the power had shifted.  

You weren’t his healer tonight. You weren’t standing beside his cot, dictating his recovery or holding his hand through the pain. No, tonight, you were just you. A girl who had been asked out by George Weasley.  

And that thought alone had you gripping the edge of your dresser, staring at your reflection with wide, uncertain eyes.  

Your robes were fine. Nothing out of the ordinary. And yet, you had changed them twice already, fussing over details you never would have cared about before. Was the neckline too formal? Too stiff? Would he think you had put in too much effort? Or worse—would he think you hadn’t put in enough?  

You exhaled sharply, pressing your fingers against your temples.  

What is wrong with you?

It wasn’t like this was the first time you’d spent time with George. Merlin, you had probably seen more of him than most of his professors had. Between the Quidditch injuries, the detentions that led to burns, bruises, and Merlin-knows-what else, he was in the hospital wing so often that it was almost routine.  

But this wasn’t the hospital wing. This wasn’t routine.  

This was him choosing to spend time with you. Not because he needed healing, not because he had been forced to sit still for once in his life, but because he wanted to.  

That thought alone sent a shiver down your spine.  

You rolled your shoulders, forcing yourself to loosen up. You were acting ridiculous. It wasn’t like George was going to analyze your every move, waiting for you to slip up. If anything, he was probably hoping you wouldn’t notice his nerves.  

That was a comforting thought.  

You took one final glance in the mirror before stepping back, shaking out your hands as if that would rid them of the tension tightening in your fingers.  

You weren’t the one in control anymore.  

And maybe, just maybe, you were okay with that.

[kireilien]

hiii baby, how’re u doing ?! ok first of all, appreciate u for being u on here and blessing us with ur yummy content, i’m eating this shit up like omg <3 second of all, i wanna smooch ur face for being a writer for &team and kiof :3 and third of all hehe, i came here to share my thoughts on maki cus like hello ?? that my baby right there, anyways !! contrary to ur own thoughts about daddy/size kink maki, i think that he’d really enjoy having his girl wearing skirts with nothing underneath cause one, easier access duh !! and two !! he’s a little munch and just wants to spend most of his time if not all of his life between his gf legs and just drinking and lapping at her cunny >_< plus, just makes it easier for him to corner you into some place in the house or while outside and just simply flip up the skirt and go to town on you, telling you to keep quiet for him otherwise no cumming !!

anyways i yapped too much, but hope u don’t mind me cus i got a little too excited. alrighty then, have a good day/night girl, mwah !!

hellloooo anon i’ve been well and ty!!!!! but wait anon come back anon yap some more pls i love you so much you are so right i love everything about this 

tw/cw. nsfw content, cursing; dom!maki, sub!reader, fem!reader, race neutral reader, free use, MUNCH MAKI aka oral (f receiving), pussy drunk maki, domestic/possessive maki, spit play if you read between the lines, borderline exhibitionism, use of “baby,” rambling not much actual content lol

maki munch is 100% real there’s something i’m cooking up with maki and look. 

I AM A MAKI MUNCH ENTHUSIAST SINCE DAY ONE 

unfortunately putting aside my daddy maki agenda (no one will stop me i fear), he’d LOVE the thought of free use, it’d lwk make him feel a lil domestic like heyyy you’re not wearing panties aka you trust me heyyy what if i js fuck you to my heart’s content as you fold clothes bc we’re alone tgt heyyyy do you get what i mean. 

i can just imagine him coming home literally swamped from practice and the first thing he does? eat you out. he’s so fucking addicted to your pussy he loves the smell, the taste, the look you have on your face when he’s hitting the best spot. he’s not even doing it for you, he’s doing it for himself. homeboy LOVE LOVE LOVES munching on box he goes in a trance to decompress and destress. just lapping in your juices, practically making out with your lower lips, toying with that clit, slobbering all over your pussy, making sure he quite literally drinks your cunt up, not letting a single drop run off somewhere else, and if you try to ask maki to stop, he keeps going, this is for him, he’s keeping you down with his arms so you can’t go anywhere, looking at you with those dark eyes of his letting you know that this pussy is his and only his to use on his time HOLY FUCKKK LETS MOVE ON THIS IS GETTING TOO VIVID GUYS I CAN NOT RIGHT NOW NEXT SCENE GUYS NEXT SCENE LET US MOVE AWNNNNN

moving onto another form of free use, remember how i said it makes him feel domestic? whenever you’re doing something like it doesn’t have to be actually “domestic” ie folding laundry, cooking, cleaning that sort of stuff, you could literally be watching a movie, maki would js look at you and go, “thank god that’s mine.”

yes he would 100% go “need that” to you but

yas he would totes flip your skirt and have you take his cock whenever!!! i wouldn’t say wherever tho, i feel he’s more cautious but he would die to hold in his rock hard dick and once you walk through the door he’s already plowing into you. butttt i would say if it’s more secluded and not another person lengths away he’ll take you right there like a fucking horn dog smh. he’d take his strong hand to shut you up and make you take his cock, grunting as he’s cock kissing your cervix, “be quiet, baby. gotta take this load for me ‘kay? or else i won’t let you cum until we get home.” 

sigh. maki. all i think about is him guys. 

back 2 maki catalog

[guiltyasdave]

sweet nothing

pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader

word count: exactly 700 words hehe

summary: An interesting man keeps coming back to the museum you work at.

tags/warnings: able-bodied reader, no use of y/n, angst all over the place babeeeeeyyyyy

a/n: my entry for @iamasaddie's zodiac sign au writing challenge. i got javi and a museum au and this is what i came up with. thank you for always hosting these challenges aly <3

once again thank you @sizzlingcloudmentality for pushing me to even participate and for letting me ramble about this <3 you’re an amazing friend!

dividers by @saradika-graphics <3

find my full masterlist here and follow @guiltyasdavenotifs to get notified when i post a new fic :)

You had noticed him the first time he came in. A little lost, a little out of place, not the kind of visitor that usually frequented your workplace in the middle of a weekday. 

It was a time that was usually reserved for the odd tourist couple, sometimes families, wandering the mostly empty halls, occasionally halting their steps to take a closer look at one of the historic paintings or sculptures. You preferred it to the weekend rush, liked to breathe in the cool air and relish in the quiet, peaceful atmosphere. 

He had wandered for a bit too, before seating himself on one of the benches in the middle of the room, eyes trained on the large painting on the wall in front of him. Your gaze had followed him, as was your job. Not a sign of your interest in this visitor in particular, you told yourself. 

When he came back two days later, it wasn’t a big deal. You hadn’t thought about him, hadn’t imagined running into him on the street, hadn’t wished to get a closer look at his face, weirdly intrigued, an almost magnetic pull to that man that you had seen for all of thirty minutes. 

Then he kept coming back. Always in the middle of the day, never sitting in the same spot, never staying longer than an hour.

Eventually, after weeks of your eyes trailing his movements, you decided to take the leap. 

“You must really like this type of art,” you say quietly, sitting down next to him, hoping that he’ll catch the joking undertone in your voice. 

His responding chuckle, a rich, deep sound from his throat, has a pleasant shiver running through you. 

“You want to know the truth?” 

You hum, not wanting to appear overly eager, but the entirety of your attention focused on him. 

“I just— It’s not really about the art. I just like coming here during my lunch break. My type of work is very… demanding.” He clears his throat, his voice stumbling over the word. “Coming here makes me feel further away from it. It’s—” He hesitates for a second, searching for the right expression.

“Quiet,” you finish for him. 

He nods, a small smile playing on his lips. You’re mesmerized, so close to him now, finally able to take in his deep brown eyes, to let your gaze linger on his plush lips for just a second. Just long enough that you’ll be able to remember. 

He heaves a sigh, standing up. “I don’t know why I’m telling you all this. Sorry.” One hand rubs over his face.

“No, don’t be. It was nice meeting you—?” 

“Javier,” he says. 

You provide your own name in return, smiling, trying to not think about how warm his hand is, how it’s dwarfing yours as he shakes it. 

You don’t always talk to him after that, not wanting to disturb the quiet and peacefulness that he’s seeking here. But you keep looking at him, keep thinking about him. Keep wishing for more, but are too shy to pursue it. 

He nods and smiles at you every time though, and it’s the highlight of your day every time. Sometimes he comes to you, chats with you. You start to notice the subtle differences in his demeanor, how when his shoulders seem particularly tense, he likes to keep to himself, how the smile he gives you then doesn’t reach his eyes. 

When two weeks pass by without a sign of him, you try your hardest not to worry. Maybe he had to travel somewhere for his work. Maybe he’s on vacation. Surely he’s fine. 

However, you promise yourself, that if— when he comes back, you’re gonna have to be braver. Ask for what you want. Ask to meet him, outside of these halls. 

He does come back. Looking tired, circles under his eyes and shoulders slumped like he’s carrying an enormous weight on them. Still, you ask him. Certain that if you don’t do it now, you never will.

His lips curl up in a weak smile, remorse painting his gaze. You know at this moment that you’re not gonna see him again.

“You don’t want that, sweetheart.”

thank you for reading! please consider leaving a comment or reblogging if you enjoyed this :)

[kiwi-but-the-bird-not-the-fruit]

Helloo

Ur nefero fics are soo good😙 Could you write something like maybe how much he worships reader?? Thank uu<3

Great minds think alike bestie I'd love to write this sooo here we go!

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Male Nefera x fem! Reader

Prompt: Nefero but he's just worshiping you

She her pronouns

Fluff/kissing/female worship/

Image not mine found in pinterest

(I'm obsessed this is literally how he sees you full goddes)

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Nefero looks at you with adoring eyes as you talked about the book you had just finished,eyes lit up,hands moving all around for emphasis on a specific part of the story that you said in I quote "was the most unrealistic thing ever" you keep talking/rambling off to your boyfriend at your table in the (just them since he liked days where it was just the two of you).

[Name] let out a frustrated sigh as she finished speaking "like it's totally crazy right Nefie?" You stopped waiting for his response "yes very" he nodded his head hoping you'd continue talking till your heart's content "thank you ugh, you get me" then she continued for the remaining lunch time while taking breaks to actually eat.

"Is there something on my face?" [Name] asked, quickly getting out a small mirror "No your fine, my jewel excuse my rudeness" he sets down the mirror from your hands and took it; placing it back in your purse "oh well that's okay, I love when you stare though please tell me i have nothing on my face next time haha" the ghoul looked away sheepishly "it's always nice to know you still look at me that way really" she said earnestly "I'll always admire your beautiful self,all day if you asked me too" Nefero took her hand in his smiling wide "hehe you got smile lines Nefie" "WHAT?!"

In their class Nefero is yet again looking at [Name] with heart shaped pupils in his purple eyes, he watched as you reapplied your lip gloss "so you like this color on me?" You turn your head to him and pointed at the lip gloss bottle and then your lips ``it looks absolutely Divine on you my queen" he told you sincerely

The two walk out of school the day had finished and now it was time to get you home "are you gonna stay home with me? I'm making dinner today" you asked your boyfriend looking at his hands intertwined "of course my jewel but I need to go home and change first" [Name] looked at him perplexed "but I have some of your clothes at my house, why not shower and change there?" She tilted her head "my jewel you only have my shirts not pants or shorts" he teased

"Ohhh haha right" she looked to the side "maybe I should steal your pants so you won't have to go and change" "What?" [Name] looked at him "Well if I have some of your clothes other than shirts you won't have to be apart from me! Plus we could shower together, did you know that can save our water bill" you tried to play it off with some "statistics"

Nefero held your face in his hands smirking at you;making your face feel hot"My dear we can do that anytime you wish no need for an excuse" he leaned in and kissed your lips gently,you hummed through the kiss then separated making Nefero pout "oh stop you big baby let's get going so you can change quickly at your house and take me to mine" "but don't you have to start dinner?"

"Nah my parents won't be home till late I have time" you explain " now come on I wanna choose your outfit" taking his hand [Name] dragged him to his limo

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[Name] is seen in her kitchen cooking up a meat stew and some rice she wears a "kiss the cook" apron which happens a lot when Nefero is around so she thought why not buy it

She hums along the song on the radio as she puts in a some herbs in the stew and then stirred it thoroughly

Nefero is at the stool of the kitchen island sipping at the strawberry smoothies he made for the both of you with your blender "it smells incredible my jewel" he compliments, [Name] turns around with a smile "would you like to try the stew?" He eagerly nods anything you make was bound to be heavenly he felt so lucky he gets to try it first "Alright here" your bring a soup spoon to his lips and he opens his mouth and swallowing the the liquid gold, it was savory and spicy the meat was tender and with the potatoes, corn, and carrots made all the better.

"Ahhh that is absolutely exquisite" he looks into your eyes with a smile as he leans forward making a move to kiss you and you obliged "muaw!" You gave him a quick kiss dramatically sounding it, he immediately pouted "I want an actually kiss" you sighed and go around towering over him seductively "oh really?" He nodded again

"Alright only cause you asked" you lean down grabbing his collar and pulled him into a deep kiss, he opened his mouth and let you in, moaning as you dominated his tongue then you let him go "there" you panted " *deep exhale* thank you my queen" Nefero wraps his arms on your hip and leans his head onto your stomach while he's still sitting down.

[Name] ruffles his hair up giggling at his cuteness "of course my king" you stayed like that for a few more minutes until you said you had to check on the food which he whined but let you go

He can't help the way your presence makes him feel giddy with excitement, the smell of your sweet perfume, holding you in his embrace, bodies squished together, hearing your heartbeat as he rests his head on your chest at night.

"You look absolutely gorgeous" he said all of a sudden at the dinner table as you ate in comfortable silence "really?" Nefero nodded "you do and I just can't help saying it, in fact it's my duty to tell you any time I see fit, which to be frank is all the time" [Name] looked at him bewildered as if this was a new thing

Yet it wasn't but still it warmed your heart he still looked at you that way for a moment you didn't say anything then with a smile you responded "thank you, my love it means alot that you still admire me like this" she admitted "my queen" he held her hand "I cannot fathom a second in my life where I don't worship your entire being, it's in my nature to do so, for only you"

He lifted her hand and kissed it then continued up until he was met only inches away from her face, looking at her eyes [Name]'s breath hitch then Nefero kissed her cheek gently "would you let me worship you tonight my queen" he said above a whisper "well..." she looked at the clock "they won't be here in about another 6 hours..." she thought about it then looked at him patiently waiting 'why not' [Name] got up and dragged him by the sleeves and up to her bedroom "Let's see how much worship I can get you to say, that suddenly it sounds like a prayer~"

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I feel conflicted with this one, I like the way I wrote it but idk if it truly captured the promt but I feel like this is better than what I write previously

I tried my best but head empty no thoughts I guess, still hope you like it maybe I'm just having imposter syndrome

[techhiz]

tysm for answering my questions! Also this request mentions abuse and some other bad things!

Can I request something long with TFA Megatron x a femme yapper human reader?? You know how Meltdown/Prometheus black would experiment on humans and stuff? Reader was a child when he first started doing experiments on them, and after 20 years she’s all different now. She has like black claws as hands and feet, and has like a robot arm that Prometheus attached to her after cutting her arm off- basically, reader looks like a monster and one day (now when Prometheusis Meltdown) he told her to find something in the same forest where the cons cave was and Megatron found her wandering around and was like “you’re mine now.” To her basically

He was planning to use her just so she can do missions that they couldn’t do and humans could, but he grew on her and her rambling about her life and interests. She’s also besties with Blitzwing bc they’re both different in a way!:D so now they have a human(?) with them, who goes on missions with Lugnut and Blitzwing and became a unstoppable trio, and who also maybe or maybe not may become Megatron’s lil girlfriend hehe. She’s just silly:3

Sorry for the ranting, I like being descriptive😞 thank you though! Hope you’re able to do this💗💗

A Monster Among Decepticons.

Prometheus Black—no, Meltdown now—had sent her on this mission to retrieve something he claimed was vital. She didn’t ask questions anymore. Asking only led to punishment, and she’d endured enough of his wrath over the years.

But something felt off. She was deep in the woods now, away from Meltdown’s labs, and for the first time in years, the air didn’t reek of chemicals and burning flesh. It smelled clean. Almost peaceful.

Until it wasn’t.

The ground trembled beneath her feet, and she froze, her sharp claws digging into the dirt instinctively. A shadow loomed over her, massive and imposing, and she slowly tilted her head up to see the unmistakable figure of a Decepticon—no, not just any Decepticon. This was Megatron.

The warlord himself.

“Well, what do we have here?” Megatron’s voice was smooth, dark, and edged with menace. His crimson optics scanned her form, lingering on the jagged claws, the robotic arm, and her hunched posture. “A little monster, wandering so far from her den.”

Y/n’s breath hitched. She should run. Hide. Anything but stand there like an idiot staring up at him. But her legs wouldn’t move.

“I—uh—I’m just… passing through.” Her voice wavered, betraying her fear.

Megatron’s optics narrowed. “Passing through? Hardly. You reek of human experimentation. Meltdown, I presume?”

She flinched at the mention of his name.

Megatron’s smirk widened. “Thought so. And what is it he’s sent you to find out here?”

“I—” She hesitated, clutching her robotic arm as if it would shield her. “It’s none of your business.”

“Wrong answer.”

Before she could react, a massive servo shot out, wrapping around her midsection and lifting her into the air effortlessly. She clawed at his fingers, her sharp nails scratching against his metal plating to no avail.

“Let me go!” she shrieked, squirming in his grip.

Megatron chuckled darkly. “You’re an intriguing little creature, I’ll give you that. It’s not often I see such… dedication to experimentation. I could make use of you.”

“What?” Her struggling ceased as his words registered.

“You heard me,” he said, his tone deadly serious. “You’re mine now. A creature like you belongs to the Decepticons, not wasting away under the orders of some pathetic human scientist.”

She blinked, her mind racing. Was this better or worse than Meltdown?

Y/n hadn’t expected to survive long among the Decepticons. Being the only (mostly) human among a faction of war-hardened Cybertronians was terrifying enough, but the fact that she’d been practically adopted by Megatron himself made things even more bizarre.

At first, Megatron had treated her as a tool, sending her on missions to infiltrate human facilities or gather intel in places Autobots couldn’t easily reach. She’d begrudgingly obeyed, knowing that disobedience would likely lead to her demise. But over time, she noticed subtle changes in his demeanor.

He listened to her rambling, no matter how nonsensical or off-topic it got. She’d talk about anything—books she’d read as a kid, movies she used to love, or the strange dreams she had about being normal again. And instead of shutting her down or ignoring her, Megatron would… respond. Sometimes with sarcasm, sometimes with genuine curiosity.

Then there was Blitzwing.

The triple-changer had become her unlikely best friend. His chaotic nature matched hers in ways that even she hadn’t anticipated. Random outbursts from his Hothead personality would make her laugh, while Icy’s cold logic often led to hilarious debates between them. Random, his playful side, was her favorite—they’d often team up to prank Lugnut, much to the latter’s frustration.

Speaking of Lugnut, he tolerated her solely because Megatron had commanded it. Though he would often grumble about “the fleshling’s” presence, he couldn’t deny her usefulness on missions.

One evening, Y/n sat in the cave the Decepticons were using as their temporary base. She was tinkering with a broken communication device, her robotic arm whirring softly as she worked. Blitzwing sat nearby, switching between personalities as he observed her.

“You’re very good at this, ja?” Random said, leaning closer to peer at her work.

“Yeah, well, you pick up a thing or two when you’re stuck in a lab for twenty years,” she replied, not looking up.

Icy’s voice took over. “Your resilience is admirable, given your… circumstances.”

She glanced at him, surprised by the genuine tone. “Thanks, I guess.”

The sound of heavy footsteps made her look up, and she saw Megatron entering the cavern. He looked… tense.

“Y/n,” he said, his voice commanding as ever. “A word.”

She stood, following him to a quieter section of the cave.

“What’s up, boss bot?” she asked, trying to keep the mood light.

“You’ve proven yourself useful,” he began, his tone unreadable. “But I can’t help but notice that you’ve grown… close to some of my soldiers.”

“Uh, yeah? Blitzwing’s great. Lugnut’s… tolerable. What’s the problem?”

“The problem,” Megatron said, stepping closer, “is that I find myself… distracted by you.”

Her heart skipped a beat. “Distracted? How?”

He huffed, his optics narrowing. “You’re insufferable. Loud, unpredictable, and entirely too reckless.”

“Wow, thanks for the compliment,” she said sarcastically, crossing her arms.

“And yet,” he continued, ignoring her, “I can’t bring myself to dispose of you.”

Her breath caught in her throat. Was this… was he trying to confess something?

“Megatron, are you saying you—”

“Enough,” he interrupted, his tone softer now. “I don’t have time for games. You’ve… grown on me, Y/n. Against my better judgment.”

For once, she was speechless.

“Say something, human,” he demanded, his patience wearing thin.

She grinned, stepping closer. “You’re not so bad yourself, boss bot.”

Before he could respond, she stood on her tiptoes and pressed a kiss to his metal cheek.

Blitzwing’s voice rang out from behind them. “Aww, how cute! The mighty Megatron, brought down by a tiny human!”

“BLITZWING!” Megatron roared, spinning around to glare at the triple-changer.

Y/n burst out laughing, leaning against Megatron’s leg for support. Despite the chaos, she couldn’t help but feel… happy. For the first time in years, she felt like she belonged.

And Megatron, against all odds, felt the same.

[holdmytesseract]

Wrapping up 2024...

divider by @jiyascepter <3

Hello, there?

*taps microphone*

Fellow talented writers, dear mutuals, wonderful friends, and faithful readers... 2024 is coming to an end, and I thought it's time to take a look back at this year together with all of you - if you like, of course! ☺️

2024 has been a good year, I'd say personally. It wasn't the best, but certainly not bad. I was blessed with finding a lot of new friends on here... @chennqingg @angelwings-crossbowstrings @dixons-sunshine @mayday2007 @huntedmusicgardenn and @erebus-et-eigengrau ! Thank you for letting me invade your blogs, askboxes and DM's! I'm so grateful we became friends! 🙏🏼🧡 Especially @dixons-sunshine ... Gods, I'm such a fangirl of Krys. You have no idea. It's a wonder I didn't scare her off with my endless ramblings, lol. 😆

I also bumped into a lot of amazing, talented people on here this year - new faces and old acquaintances... @thevegandarkelf @loz-3 @buttercupcookies-blog @gigglingtiggerv2 @jiyascepter and so many more! You all have managed to blow my mind not just once, guys. Thank you for that! 🧡

I have also been blessed to spend another year with the gang on here! @smolvenger @eleniblue @lokisgoodgirl @mochie85 @vbecker10 @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @mypainischronicbutmyassisiconic @anukulee @multifandom-worlds @jiyascepter - you guys are the best, and you damn well know how much y'all mean to me. Tumblr wouldn't be the same without you. That much is certain. Please never forget how freaking badass and magnificent you are! *BIG HUGS* 🧡

Yeah... I love the bond we all share on here. No matter writer, reader or 'lurker' - we all share the same passion one way or the other, and that's just beautiful, isn't it?

I'd like to give out a special thanks to @muddyorbsblr . It feels like we have known each other for ages but only got closer throughout this year (and perhaps the end of last year - I unfortunately can't remember entirely. Please forgive me, bestie.) Almost not a day goes by without us texting - and that's awesome. I could always rely on you for advice and help - or just for thirst. 🤭 No matter what, you always have a sympathetic ear for me - and I appreciate this and you so much! Thanks for being here and sharing all those cool things with me! I love you, bestie! 🧡

Another very close friend of mine I met on here is @fictive-sl0th - my compatriot, hehe. She's just wonderful. You know what I'm talking about if you ever had the chance to talk to her. That girl's got a heart of gold, I swear. She ALWAYS helps me when I get stuck on a story. I don't know what I'd do without her. I enjoy talking to her a lot. Friend, I absolutely treasure you. I love you! 🧡

What else happened this year on here? Well... I did a lot of writing - for which I'm very grateful. I'm still having so much fun doing this. I truly hope y'all have just as much fun with reading. I couldn't imagine a life without writing anymore. It's impossible.

My personal writing highlights this year:

• A Covenant for Eternity - a project I absolutely LOVED to write. It's been so cool to do this in cooperation with so many people. Love, love, love!

• Love In The Rearview Mirror - my newest series. I know I just started to post it, but I've been working on this already for quite some time. I love this series with all my heart, and I truly hope it won't disappoint you.

• Echoes of Hope - another great AU that I started. I absolutely fell in love with my OC's Teddy and Marlo. I just can't help but to continue this.

• Hunter & Prey - one of the steamiest things I ever wrote. I love this addition of the Baby Fever AU!

• ...what the future holds... - a spontaneous idea that turned into one of my favourite stories.

Do you guys have any favourite stories? I'm curious! Let me know - if you want! 🤗

What else happened? 🤔

Oh yeah, and I reached 2k followers this year! TWO THOUSAND... This is insane... I'm still stunned by this, I swear. I would've NEVER ever thought this was going to happen someday. Not even in my wildest dreams. Thank you again for this! 🙏🏼

And oh boy, we celebrated big...

Campire Sleepover

Well... It's been a wild ride - and I can't wait what the next year has to offer... I'm excited!

Thank you ALL for reading, commenting, reblogging, and interacting! Thank you ALL for spending this year with me - and fangirling together. No matter if it was about an mischievous God, or an archer with an angel-winged vest. Thank you ALL for helping me shape this blog. It wouldn't be the same without you.

Thank you - from the bottom of my heart!

I truly hope I didn't forget somebody... If I did, I'm SO sorry. I didn't mean to forget you! Please feel hugged. 🙏🏼

I love you all! 🧡

Now there's only one more thing left to say - I mean, I already stole enough of your time...

I wish all of you a merry merry Christmas and happy holidays! I hope you are able to enjoy it! 🎄

And now... *turns up Christmas music*

P.S. If you made it until here, I'm gonna tell you a secret... 🤫 There's a Christmas-ish Loki oneshot coming your way in the next two days... 🤫

[kings-highway]

AHHH thank you so much for your response!! <3 pressing the submit button was so so nerve wracking to me, but you made this next ask feel so much easier and less anxiety-inducing :3 i fear you'll receive a lot more asks relating to sawamura daichi in the future, he's absolutely my favourite character and i love love love the way you portray him!! (and same honestly, i could ramble on about him for days.) finding you on ao3 made me feel like i struck diamond so thanks so much for giving me that experience too! <3

on that note, are there any daichi moments from the anime/manga that stand out to you?? i cant stop thinking about the fact that despite putting in every ounce of effort he had into building karasuno (finding them a manager, encouraging suga and asahi to train hard in their first year, taking up the role of coach when they didn't have one, etc etc), he was ready to step aside after the inter-highs because he thought he might hold the new crows back from their true potential. its honestly so heart wrenching to see him doubt himself like that, and it takes so much love and strength to be able to step aside despite all the work he put in (much like suga, who stepped aside for kageyama). i feel it really encapsulates daichi as a character too

anyways, thanks again so much for soothing my nerves when it comes to these asks! id gladly give you any opportunity you want to yap about daichi hehe :D

Okay it took me a long time to decide because there are LOTS of little moments of him I adore. But ultimately what kept coming back to me is this fucking clocked out moment he has, and let me tell you why:

First of all, goof ass expression. dude is so zoned out nothing is getting into his brain.

but the reason I love this so much is mostly due to a really specific headcanon I have: Upon first viewing, I thought: "oh, its after the STZ match and in he's just really exhausted"

but then I kept thinking about the context. specifically, that within the canon of the timeline, Daichi gets his tooth knocked out of his head, plays a *second* game, and then plays Stz the next day. IE; dude hasnt gone to a dentist.

now, i question you: have you ever had a tooth knocked out of your head? Or... Even just chipped a tooth? That shit HURTS. it is a constant, constant ache. Dude would have been walking into the STZ match with a face that was possibly swelling - we see the goddamn bruise (do you know how hard you have to hit to leave damage like that? To knock a tooth out?) - and undoubtedly he played the whole match in a lot of pain. and probably on the bare minimum of pain killers, bc Idk about you but if youve ever tried to take strong ass pain medication and then *run around* it doesnt really work. theres a reason pain medications of a certain strength and above are prescription.

So I propose to you: this wonderfully silly moment of Daichi is not, in fact, him being merely tired after the match. this is a Daichi who stepped off the court and immediately had Takeda force feed him the legal limit of medication and is currently so high on OTC meds you could stab him and he wouldnt notice. dude is on that extra strength night time level shit. If he stood up he would fall over. He probably will wake up in the morning and have no idea what happened after those meds kicked in. This dinner will be a black spot in his memory.

[gojoshooter]

Hi!! Thanks sm for your response! I'm glad you take requests since I'm such a fan of your work!

I was thinking about a scenario wherein Gojo Satoru always had the impression that reader hated his guts because they always bicker even at the pettiest of things. But one day, Satoru overhears reader gushing about having a crush on him (reader could be talking to Geto/Shoko/both etc) and they keep rambling about how much they like him and all. Meanwhile, Satoru's just 🧍‍♂️leaning by the doorframe with the biggest smug grin on his face (he actually secretly likes reader back). How it ends is entirely up to you if you'd take this request hehe

Just basically lots of fluff and the occasional comedy lol thanks so much for listening to my rambling (I just love him sm)

hi, thank you for the praise robynn! ’m so glad to know my works interest you, luv u & here's your req hc <3

Deer caught in Headlights : Gojo

Pairing : frenemy!gojo x highschool!y/n

A/N : here's another set of hcs about gojo bullying you like the jerk he is. ps. i tried to be serious

WARNINGS : gojo is a tease, but so are you

“i don't like him like that. absolutely fucking not, what the hell?” you whisper, mouth stuffed with icecream in the comfy bed of Shoko's room as Geto copied her bored expression—sitting & listening to your endless rambles on why you're not attracted to Satoru like that

seriously, they've lost the count of reasons why you gradually became a Satoru simp but oh have you

“goddammit! i hate him, i hate him and his dumb voice and his stupid muscles and his awfully attractive face! it's all on my desserts he ate to look li-... Geto, are you sleeping?”

you stop your very important discourse to give the best friend of your enemy & your thought dump a pointed look

“no, please keep talking. i only yawn when i'm super fascinated”

says him, that talk-back king of a bitch you're sure he got that from is best friend

he lies down the bed with a soft huff and if he notices Satoru’s tall presence by the door, he does nothing—nothing but a hint of evil amusement making his lips curve into a subtle smile to the thought of your pathetically obvious crush being exposed

he does nothing to stop you who's back faced the door, nothing when his best friend approached slowly with his hands inside his sweatpants as your embarrassing tirade continued

“-and Shoko, trust me. I'd have let him known about his ridiculous eyes that i dreamt last night if he wasn't such a jerk like h-”

“...what about my eyes?”

you flinch... no, no no no, fuck. even Shoko burst out at your comical whip of the head

with a stifling laugh that she tried to fight so hard, Shoko gets out along with Geto who may have wanted to stay just to watch the drama commence

“um-” you almost landed face first trying to drag your panicked little self out of bed as the slanting white brows raised at you amusingly

“mhm, and you hate these stupid muscles” “no! i mean- yes, n-”

“y/n, i expected more”

god fucking damn, what was his cursed technique? to flatter people? you pulled a passive-aggressive face in defence of your shattering pride, and begin “h-how long have you been standing there?”

Gojo answered your question with the teasing smile on his face, and he chuckled before asking with a tilt of his head to watch your reaction “correct me if i've been reading this all wrong but.... you like me”

your figure shrinks at the claim and that definitely satisfied Gojo, his breathy hum confirming it further

“mm?” he hums slowly, as if coaxing a child to admit their wrong doings “cat got your tongue y/n?” just say it, say it, say it. you breath in.

“i like you” “say that again” “...i like you”

you know he would not let you live that down even if you were to end up having kids—but fuck that, you thought, the cat's out of the bag anyway.

“dunno i had such a weird taste in men but i just really enjoy spending my time with you and you've really become someone special to me and-”

“don't even tell me, i already know. i just needed to get that out.” he knows he shouldn't be mean, not when he feels the same about you, but can he help his obsession with your flustered red mess of a face?

you know he's trying too hard to tease you. cruel fucking bastard. “wait until i kill you”

“yeah?~ what're you trying here? to make this seem like a lovers' quarrel?” he chuckles, prolly wants to redden your puffy cheeks a little more before giving in.

“i'll punch that smirk off your face, Satoru!” “try me, i dont need to try getting you on your knees before me”

“oh, do you think of that image a lot?” you say lifting an eyebrow, perfect chance to make him taste his own medicine.

oh. Gojo blushed.

“w-well, what i think is... maybe our feelings are mutual” says after clearing his throat as he slowly regains his composure. “i have this weird feeling when i'm with you, can't explain it, but it's a good feeling...”

your usual instinct of fighting began to fade at his words as both of you stood in middle of the room in an awkward state, trying to fight the urge to smile

“hah, can't believe i never noticed it before, but you're kinda hot when you're angry. maybe that's why i loved pissing you off”

yes, that's when Gojo managed to break your last straw and make you blush at the same time “well then, take this!” his infinity stopped your little punch

“meanie!” he chuckles again, holding your fist softly

“okay little baby, no sulking. if a punch makes you feel better you can punch me. lightly.” he said in his silvery voice as he turned his infinity off, kissing you nice and soft...

(you ignored his last word)

A/N : i hope people this is one ^-^ i personally enjoyed this heheskks likes & reblogs are appreciated! ♡

Tags : @robynnnhooddd @nanamikentoseyebags @luckimoon @dazailover1900 @jspenft @tamakin7 @daquila @jkhlhjkjkjhkl @horrendous-introvert

[itsmespicaa]

Thank you for explaining more about the Lambo twins from other continuities! :D it's a treat to read and understand more about how they are in other continuities since I'm only familiar with the basic characteristics of them and now I have another question since you seem to know a lot about them but do you have hcs about them in general and perhaps any relationships hcs (I don't mean just romantic ones) they could have with other characters besides each other. I'm familiar with sunstreaker being a gladiator and artist in one part and sideswipe being a trader and racer something like that in another lol sorry if this is a long ask 😅

hey no need to apologize!! i love getting long asks like these hehe because they let me yap about them<3 and it makes me happy to know that i got to tell you more about them in other continuities!! It's just really fascinating how different they are

alright so honestly I tend to hyperfixate more on the relationship between the siblings BUT...I do have some thoughts regarding their relationship with other characters specifically in TF One (I'm gonna limit it to this continuity bc I'm still brainrotting over it for my fic lmao).

Ironhide: He's one of the older miners (not the oldest tho) who's been taking care of his fellow miners, delegating himself to stay in the fifth tier even though he's capable of being promoted bc he much preferred being able to oversee his friends closer and acting as a mentor figure. This includes that brat Sunstreaker who always seems to get himself into trouble and his twin Sideswipe, the two constantly bickering and needing to be separated at times which is where he comes in. He's one of the few bots Sunstreaker consider as a friend (or acquaintances at best) and one of the very few who can occasionally get through Sunstreaker's thick skull.

Ratchet: A freshly graduated medic from Iacon who spends a lot of his free time in his private clinic near the miners' barracks to get away from the stuffy upper class bots and their demands. He ended up patching Sunstreaker a lot due to his tendency to get into fights with other bots in the ring or simply the unavoidable mining accidents the supervisors seem to love putting him into. Sunstreaker would slowly grow less wary of him and even open up, but due to Ratchet's duties at his actual work in the Iacon Hospital, he couldn't always be there for them either. But he tries, and that's hopefully enough.

Arcee: Sideswipe and Arcee go way back, having met each other the first day they came online after their medical check up. They hit it off instantly, and with their teamwork flawless and efficient, they were also almost always assigned to the same team. They're best friends in the most literal sense possible, always having each other's back and hanging out together after work, sometimes alongside others like Red Alert, Ironhide and Firestar. Post-war, the two continued to fight side by side on the front lines, especially after the twins were separated into different divisions.

Bluestreak: Sunstreaker was the last person anyone would want to wilingly approach but...Bluestreak did for some reason. He would ramble and Sunstreaker would listen, and that's pretty much their dynamic whenever they do see each other. He and Sideswipe weren't particularly close but they hit it off easily, not to mention their love for playing games. His nervous chattiness and tendency to ramble didn't bother either of the twin, and he cherishes the friendship they have.

Smokescreen: Sideswipe wasn't one to refuse a challenge, especially if it meant having the chance to double his money...even if it meant losing his credits in one (or a couple of) Smokescreen's gambling dens. Sunstreaker on the other hand would much rather spend his meager credits on his cleaning solvents and art supplies...but Sides would sometimes manage to get him to lend a few of his credits when he's dry. He always made sure he paid them back though (or else).

Red Alert: He and Sideswipe apparently shared the same mold during the forging of their bodies, and their mutual friends even joked that they were siblings due to their competitive streaks at the arcades (Red Alert always won tho). Red Alert's paranoid streak was a bit annoying to Sideswipe, but it did come in handy whenever he had to sneakily pull of a prank, knowing that Red would alert him before any supervisors would come anywhere near him.

D-16: Neither Sunstreaker nor Sideswipe were close to D-16 and Orion Pax, but D-16 had something in common with Sunstreaker, and that was having a tough plating that could withstand more than the average bot. D-16 was on the quiet side just like Sunstreaker, but unlike D-16 who would obey the rules and stay silent when their supervisors would shout at them, Sunstreaker could not care less and tend to do the barest minimum required of him, not quite snarking back but anyone could see he did not give a damn. They were rarely put together in a team but when they did, they would simply leave each other be. Post-Megatron...Sunstreaker wondered who would've won back then had they fought each other in the underground rings.

Mirage: Post-war, Sunstreaker would end up at some point in the same squadron as Mirage in Spec-Ops under Jazz's lead. Their relationship at the start is rocky at best due to their clashing personalities, especially with Mirage being a cogged bot from the start compared with Sunstreaker who used to be a miner, their former class difference causing tension to build around them, the two refusing to trust each other and making Jazz's life miserable with the in-fighting. But after a certain incident, they would be forced to learn to trust one another and maybe even warm up to each other.

There's definitely more but I'll leave it at that for now ahaha I hope this is more than enough! If you have any questions about someone in particular feel free to send me another ask ;D

[sakasakiii]

hi!!! how long does an average panel of one of your comics take??

i love your work so much!! it got me into silmblr hehe

HI NONNIE!!! thank u sooooso much for checking in and for ur lovely ask! it means a lot to hear that my silly ol scribbles were what introduced u to the glorious landscape that is the tolkien fandom! on tumblr no less!! i hope you stay a real long time, and have a blast while you're at it 💖💖

now onto your question! that's some good food for thought uhhhh i can try to estimate?? its been a while but i shld have some rough ideas abt each that i can share! the time frame each comic/panel takes is highly dependent on WHAT kind of comic it is. i hv two kinds of comics I usually do: 1) full-length, and 2) goofy/4koma.

i have a few full-length comics laying about in my archive, but my most recent one/best example is Ghosts which was around uh.... 7 pages excluding the bonus panels! in terms of the process, i usually divide it into 5 stages:

Drafting: this is either the fastest stage OR the slowest depending entirely whether i know what im doing LMAO,, if i have a set idea for what i want to happen, i might get drafts done in a few hours, but if i flounder, it can take a few days 🤔

Lineart: relatively simple enough once i hv the draft down, so id say anything ranging from an hour to half a day if theres nothing else going on irl

Block colouring (main actors): there are DEFINITELY easier and more professional ways to do this with mass-selection and the lasso fill/bucket tool, but idk how to do that on SAI (my art program) so i colour everything by hand HAHA which makes the process longer.... half a day to a day?

Shading: THE WORST!!! definintely my least favourite bc i find it tedious due to all the details/prettification of elves that i am legally obliged to pour into this stage 😭😭 as a result, it can take days!!!

Background + Lighting + Final Rendering: similar to the previous stage haha it just depends on how much effort i wanna put into the final product looking nice. roughly a few days? it kind of meshes with stage 4 anyways haha

just for fun, i hope this process gif for page 6 can illustrate that 👇

these are just rough estimates, bc all in all, the time it takes so finish a page is really dependent on how free I am hahaha. Also, I usually work on full-length comics like Ghost which have more than one page all at once, which means I drafted all 7 pages at once, then did the lineart for all 7 pages at once, coloured at once, shaded rendered bla bla bla 😚 iirc, i think it took me 11 days in total to finish Ghosts before the end of June last year!

For goofy/4-koma, its usually just one page with less detailed/more cartoonish/chibi character styles so it takes a day or two days at most! again, it all boils down to how free i am hehe

YEAH SORRY THIS ENDED UP BEING AN INFO DUMP but thank you so much again for asking and letting me ramble! <3 i ended up having a lot of fun looking back on my drafts n thinking back on my processes.... theres defininitely room for improvement, but thats another worry for another day heheh 😎

[my-midnight-musings-xoxo]

Major spoilers for MadK!

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Dantenshou is one of my favorite characters, so I will yap about him! This isn’t a formal analysis by any means, (sorry!) I’d love to do an in-depth analysis one day though!!

The first time we meet Dantenshou is in his brothel, saving Makoto from being assaulted. He’s quickly shown to be motherly, given he’s birthed the incense children he has a soft spot for kids. 

In the next chapter, we see a conversation between Dantenshou and J with Dantenshou saying “...Of all the people you brought here thoughtlessly, not one of them…! It all ended with them going insane!” With J retailing saying Datenshou he didn’t, mocking him for being obedient and worrying when he was once a prince from a minor clan before leaving. Datenshou lashes out, muttering, “What are you dissatisfied about? I keep delivering don’t I…” befitting the worrying J mocked him for.

Dantenshou’s need, almost craving to please J is shown more than once. Many of these characters, if not all of them, could be described as tall children. They have power, status, and more, but at the heart of it, they are children forced to grow up too fast, unable to process their pain.

It’s a while before we see Dantenshou again, with him having lost his mind after betraying J, him being the first person to only add to his guilt. There’s a flashback with J and Dantenshou, looking quite young as J tells him, “What a good, obedient boy. Grow up into a powerful, influential demon and entertain me, okay?” Before this Dantenshou exclaims, “I..I just did everything he wanted..” It’s made clear falling in love is fatal for demons, and I find this ironic because Datenshou uses scent to smother humans in love, becoming whoever they wish to make them addicted and unable to bear being away from him.

Chapters later after a client leaves Dantenshou and Fjord (another character I absolutely adore!) talk. Fjord brings up a past client who promised to free Datenshou if he was allowed to rip D to shreds, with Dantenshou replying with, “When people are sympathetic I just…” He’s often referred to as being nice, so human for a demon, clearly unchanging as he was as a child. In another flashback, it’s once again shown he was docile, loving J since he was young, letting J make him cry, and always doing what he was told. “You were so dedicated to J's expectations.” as he’s described by Shax, an old friend of J’s.

The moment Shax tells Dantenshou Makoto wasn’t bluffing about destroying J, he becomes enraged, immediately wanting to go see J with Shax stopping him. Dantenshou blames himself, proclaiming he wished he’d never been born.

There’s more to this scene but I want to talk about what happens after when Makoto is heading home while talking to Kiernan (another character I would love to yap about!). Makoto says, “...Talking with you guys makes me think about how alike you demons are to humans.” Kiernan asks what they look like to him. Makoto responds, “Fragile things bound by love.”

This applies to practically every character in this godforsaken manga, this masterpiece has so many quotable lines!! Ahem, almost done!

In the end, Shax and Dantenshou seem to be living peacefully, with little rafflesias joining them (the incense children) in quite the domestic scene.

You could argue he was the only one with a happy ending in that way.

As much as I want to do a Makoto analysis next, I’ll admit the thought is.. intimidating! He and J are two characters I love and want to do justice to, so if I ever do write an analysis for them it’s far off in the future unless I gain a surge of confidence one night! 

If you’ve read this far thanks for indulging in my rambles, it means a lot to me <3

Not sure what I’ll ramble about next, maybe Brutal? It’ll probably be another MadK post, hehe

[fortheturnstiles]

hi kiki <3 of all my mutuals I think your opinion on a complete unknown is the one I care most about…so 🎤….?

OKAY here goes . [also thank you this ask made me smile.. you wanna hear from little ol me ? :o) hehe]

the gist is i didn't like it but i didn't really expect to like it very much so i don't really feel let down by it necessarily. I'm already really picky when it comes to biopics and i only tend to like the stuff that's either really outrageous (i.e. Ken Russell's Lizstomania, All that Jazz if that counts) or formally unconventional (i.e. I'm Not There) and the rest of the stuff that gets churned out of the major hollywood studios is a complete turn-off for me. I watched Walk the Line for the first time a few weeks ago because i thought hey why not see where this guy is coming from. and maybe being a fan of Walk Hard: The Dewey Cox Story prior to ever seeing Walk the Line ruined it from me but it was maybe the corniest movie ever made, or at least could possibly make about johnny cash. which theoretically should be difficult. but not for mr james mangold. Beyond the general cheesiness of the whole thing i was left wanting a lot more about how Johnny Cash fit into a larger musical scene / moment that he was apart of and the history of country music coming out of nashville in tandem with rock n roll which was just not what that movie was going for at all unfortunately.

NOTE: SOME VAGUE SPOILERS FOR THE MOVIE AHEAD IF YOU CARE ABOUT THAT SORT OF THING. medium length ramble incoming. if you want to read some slightly more concise thoughts from me on the movie here is the review i posted on letterboxd

All this is to say is i was going in with EXTREMELY LOW expectations. Other than I thought the performances would probably be really solid and they indeed were!!! Timmy was great i think he did an incredible job and his physicality and all of his mannerisms were very evocative and embodied as Bob. His voice was also pretty good and i like how his speaking voice became more unintelligible as the movie went on that made me smile. his mannerisms also changed and shifted as time went on throughout the movie which was a good choice imo since he starts out so young and malleable and then gets more jaded and hardened as becoming Famous often does to a guy. The musical performances were also better than I expected them to be but I have mixed feelings about them still.. i don't like that they chop a lot of the verses out of the songs to make them shorter. Within the movie itself the beats for a lot of the song sequences feel exactly the same and it got old very quickly, aside from the song to woody + hard rain's a-gonna fall + i'll keep it with mine scenes which i wholeheartedly enjoyed.

my main issue is i just think it makes absolutely zero sense to make such a bland and artistically unadventurous biopic about BOB FUCKING DYLAN. And i know that the timeline it takes place over is based on the book that was used as the source material but i think it ends right before stuff actually got interesting for him in terms of his turn away from acoustic folk music. and all that stuff is documented in Dont Look Back + No Direction Home so what reason do i have to watch this new movie then? i guess to see timmybob flirt with and kiss and proceed to fumble beautiful women ... most of the Strong negative feelings i have about this movie are due to the extremely flat characterizations of both sylvie(suze) and joan. I think both of their roles as creative and political/philosophical influences on Bob are minimized to the point of nearly nothingness. Sylvie does a bit of whipping bobby into shape and encouraging him to release an album of his original music but her political influence on him and his songwriting is understated or mostly to completely omitted. which bums me out. Bob and Joan's relationship is dramatized in a very strange way with them making it seem like they would have these Moments of Passion and randomly on and off just hooked up with each other and were also in the scene performing around and with each other etc but like. omits anything about bob and the baez family knowing each other . which maybe is a purposeful choice i guess maybe they didn't want to be involved but idk the whole thing makes the bob/joan relationship strung very thin and not very Involved when they certainly were Involved. to a degree. whatever i guess i dunno i think there is maybe an interesting movie that could be in there but wowwww was it just such a beat-for-beat rehash of Walk the line and all subsequent musician's-rise-to-fame biopics. and surprisingly very safe and not artistically or intellectually challenging piece of work for a man who was so famously strange and controversial and difficult to figure out that they make the climax of the movie about it. and it just goes by like a cloud of smoke . perhaps i have too much bias for the work of Todd Haynes but I truly just think I'm Not There is such a great movie about Bob Dylan the artist and the symbol/icon that there doesn't need to be anything else. and the documentary filmmaking about Bob Dylan the artist/symbol/icon as well as the Man (as much as he allowed it to be) that already exists is great. i feel so Old Man Yells at Cloud over how useless this movie is for me. I do hope that it works for some people, especially people who are new to Bob. If this can be a gateway to dylan for them that's beautiful and I am happy. but it didn't work for me

[leiawritesstories]

Congrats on 500 followers! <3

A couple of prompts...

-I put you down as my emergency contact because I don’t know anyone else in the city, and we literally only met in passing, please forgive me but I am stuck at the ER and they won’t let me leave without you.

-First time meeting the parents

-“I would marry you again in a heartbeat.”

I got one from each list. Just leave Frederick on a leash? :)

🥰🥰🥰Thank you, my dear ❤️ *forcibly shoves Frederick back into the basement* You'll be pleased to know that Frederick has NOT been invited to the party 😂

also, both you and @renxzs asked for the "emergency contact" prompt, so I'll fill that one separately (and hopefully you'll like it hehe)

Word count: 814

Warnings: absolutely none :D

Enjoy!!

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"I can feel my blood pressure going up just thinking about this stupid dinner." Aelin leaned back into Rowan's arms, biting at her lower lip like she always did when she was stressed.

"Fireheart, it'll be okay," Rowan promised, kissing the top of her head.

She blew out a sharp breath. "What if they hate me? What if my parents hate you? What if they decide we 'aren't right?' What if--"

"Hey." He cut off her rambling worries with a kiss, gentle and sweet. "Aelin, love, my mom and dad love you already, and they've only met you through my stories."

"Yeah," she admitted, her tense posture starting to relax. "I'm worried about my mom, though. Her standards are so fucking high."

Rowan flicked imaginary lint off of his suit jacket. "That's why I dressed to impress, love."

She chuckled softly. "You'll always impress me, love."

A soft smile curved his lips. "I love you, Fireheart."

"I love you too." She rested her head on his shoulder, drinking in the peace of the moment. "We really have to go, though."

He sighed. "Yeah, we do." Lacing his fingers with hers, Rowan led Aelin out of her apartment and down to where his car was waiting. He drove to the restaurant where they were meeting both sets of their parents for dinner, taking her hand as they got out of the car and headed across the parking lot. "It's gonna be perfect," he reassured her in a low whisper, squeezing her hand.

"I hope so," she murmured, squeezing his hand back.

The moment they walked entered the elegant, low-lit restaurant, they ran into the rush of Enna Whitethorn's enthusiasm. "Darling!" she chirped, folding Rowan into a breath-stealing hug. "Oh, it feels like we haven't seen you in forever, son!" She beamed, soft lines crinkling at the corners of her eyes.

"Hi, Mom," Rowan deadpanned, biting down on his mischievous grin. "It's literally been three months, calm down."

She pinched his cheek, which Aelin thought was completely adorable and something she'd never, ever let her stoic boyfriend live down. "That's too long, darling." Wrapping her hands around his arm, she steered him towards Aelin. "And who is this lovely lady? She's miles out of your league, my dear."

Rowan cleared his throat. "Mom, this is my girlfriend, Aelin."

"Oh, it's so wonderful to finally meet you, Aelin dear!" Enna embraced Aelin, who took a few seconds to realize what was happening before she hugged Enna back.

"It's wonderful to meet you," Aelin laughed. "I can totally see where Ro gets his sense of humor." She winked. "When he allows it to show, at least."

Enna clicked her tongue conspiratorially. "Mmm, yes, he's far too solemn for his own good. I'm sure you're fixing that, though."

"We practice his smile for twenty minutes every day," Aelin agreed, nodding along. "The goal is an hour, but twenty minutes is such an improvement from the ten seconds he started with."

Rowan muffled a groan. "You two are getting along far too well," he complained, affectionately stealing Aelin's hand and sliding it back into his.

Enna beamed at the two of them. "Let me take you back to where we're all sitting." She walked them towards the back of the restaurant, where Rhoe and Evalin Galathynius sat with Pyotr Whitethorn at a table set for six, chatting animatedly. "The young ones are here!" she announced.

The parents immediately stood up, coming over to the young couple for introductions. Aelin threw Rowan a dangerous smirk and wink before turning to her parents, greeting them with smiles and hugs and kisses.

"Mom, Dad, I'd like you to meet Rowan Whitethorn." She paused for dramatic effect. "My husband."

Halfway through shaking Rhoe Galathynius's hand, Rowan choked on air, coughing violently and blushing even harder. "Aelin!" he managed to wheeze as he caught his breath. "What?!"

Aelin burst into bright laughter. "Ah, love, the look on your face is too good." Her eyes twinkled with mirth.

"You nearly gave me a heart attack," Evalin gasped, muffling a smile as bright as her daughter's.

"Learned from the best," Aelin teased. "Rowan is my boyfriend, of course."

"Good." Rhoe kissed his daughter's cheek. "I won't start asking about grandkids, then."

"Dad!" Aelin's face flamed red. "You promised to behave!"

"That was before you decided to shock ten years off my life, Fireheart," Rhoe chuckled. "Fair play, hmm?"

"Fine," she acceded. After another few moments of greetings, they all took their seats, Aelin sliding in next to Rowan.

He took her hand under the table, sliding his thumb over the back of her palm. "Just so you know, love, I would marry you again in a heartbeat.”

She nudged his leg with her high heel. "That's still several years away, buzzard."

"Good luck convincing our parents of that," he joked. "They're already planning the wedding."

~~~

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[starlos-soulmate]

Can you ramble about your sona Pan/Solace? (:-)

I love their design a lot hehe /gen <3

Hoooo goshhh. Solace...

Solace, or Pan as they are also and originally called, is a true sona. One of them at least (fun fact, I have about 7 sonas. I just use one as a self insert. Nine counting the true sonas)

Pan was originally part of a two-character set, which was gonna be called Sickle and Sythe

They were gonna be called Sickle, but Pan stuck more because it was a shortened version of Pancake. These two were made during a REALLY rough patch in my life, made after certain thoughts in my head and all that. That eventually just faded out and they got a new purpose, kinda.

I made a humanized version of them that was scrapped. The name Solace came from the phrase "you find solace in me", which is something I discovered when drawing the middle doodle. And the last one's about "love yourself. And if you can't, I will love you for you." Yeah theyre also a vent sona.

The blade on their tail is mostly for self defense. Or to use as an actual weapon. They also have a spiked collar with a pendant dangling off of it. Like a pet or something. Idk I put it on. It symbolizes something, not entirely sure what. Just felt compelled to put it on there. The tail also has a red lining to hide the fact there can be blood on it

I mean, Pancake and Pan are the same person. So what does it mean when Pancake let's Pan stab her through the head, or chest, or wherever else? It's mostly stuff they inflict on Pancake. And she let's them.

There was like a part where they were kinda in a romantic-ish thing. But I pushed that onto Skittles. Not the sona.

They were always accompanied by one other character. There was another one that got scrapped after Scythe, and currently the character they're with is aeiou.

aeiou (yes she's named after the Moonbase Alpha meme video) is supposed to represent self loathing and anger and sadness in general. But she's just not too important here.

Also Solace can only speak in second person, occasionally third person. They can't say "me" or "I" or "we." Mostly "you" and "she" and "him." Always to someone else, never to them.

So yeah. Thanks for the interest!! I would like art of them at some point, but they're so personal to me that I can't really handle that. Like seriously i have some STRICT rules with Pan. But yah. Thanks!!