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internetscenarios · 6 days ago

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hii idk if uve done them or if i’ve sent it previously in a request BUT!!

do u mind writing just the slowburn isaac x fem!reader where reader is also a member of tgc 🫢 and maybe you could do before moving into the group house & after the moving into the group house?? i hope that makes sense tytyty!! :)

hii omg yes!!! i LOVE. slow burn. im gonna try and write this into a little blurb bcs i havent written properly in so long!

i just wanna say this is in no way like time accurate for when everyone moves in together!! im going off whatever comes to my mind help

also warnings? im not sure i havent put these before but mentions of drinking and being drunk! but thats the part with isaac hehe dw

it was no surprise you and isaac were close friends, practically best friends. you both watched eachother grow as people, while you saw him grow as a content creator.

he saw this as well! being streamers/content creators together was always a thing you could relate about, whether it be feeling burnt out from streaming, or stressed from editing.

taking this as an opportunity in your friend group, the idea of all moving in together had always been in the back of your mind.

“imagine if we all moved in together. that would be so fun.”

you said, clicking at your mouse aimlessly as you sat in a voice chat with isaac.

“really? i feel like it would be pure chaos. imagine the cleaning.”

isaac replied, his tone of his voice seeming tired considering it was around 4am and he had been up editing.

“yeah but still. meeting up with eachother wouldn’t be such a hassle since we could all just go to eachother’s room.”

your words were true. the few times you had all met up before were such good times, but complicated when arranging.

“i guess. it gives me an excuse to see you everyday too.”

your eyes rolled at his comment.

soon enough, you had left the call and laid in your bed peacefully. but that sentence kept replaying in your head.

whether isaac was joking or not, both of your viewers picked up on moments like these. ‘very close friends’, definitely.

within the span of 2 months, you were at the airport. the planning for all of you moving in together had finally come together!

while you decided the easiest option would be too fly over, nick and isaac were roadtripping down. a very long, painful 29 hour drive.

from what isaac had been messaging you they were already on the road and had been for a few hours.

4:25pm

isaac🐧

we are driving!! only around 10 hours left before we get there

you

really? you probably shouldn’t be texting while driving

isaac🐧

well lets hope i dont get into a car accident other wise this 19 hour drive was worth nothing

you

i hope so too!! im so excited to see you all

read, 4:27pm

you smiled cheesily at your phone before hearing that your flight was going too be taking off soon through the airport’s intercom.

luggage in hand, you made your way too the gateway to your plane.

you made your way too the house, getting your suitcases and bags from the uber. you rang the doorbell knowing larry and tanner were already here as they had taken their flight yesterday.

knocking at the door gently, it immediately bursts open and your greeted by the two, wrapping you in a hug.

welcoming you in, they take your belongings and move them too one side too give you a tour. showing you everyones selected rooms, etc, plus the pantry with the singular yet terrifying chicken sandwich.

you all settled down in the living room, waiting for nick and isaac at the time. it was getting pretty late, but you all wanted to be their when they arrived.

through a few hours and giggling and tomfoolery, you heard a ping from your phone.

4:12am

isaac🐧

we are here!!!

basically running too the door, with their cars parked outside and isaac opening the trunk of his car for his luggage, he immediately turns around and spots you.

pulling you into a tight hug and swinging you around, he places you down with the biggest grin on your face.

a few words exchanged between all of you and a hug from nick as well, you all help bring their bags and other items in to push them to the side for now.

you, larry and tanner give a tour. once coming back around to the living room you see yumi on the couch.

confusion rushes over you before you all pull him into a hug.

thinking back on what isaac said, living with everyone would be a bit of chaos. but you don’t mind!

a month and a few days had gone by of everyone living together. nick, larry and tanner were gone for a day or two since they were helping yumi move in! so it was just you and isaac.

the two of you decided it would be fun too drink while he edited, you were all caught up on any editing.

sipping his drink, he spoke up.

“can you imagine we’ve been friends for like.. 50 bajillion years now?”

his voice a little drowsy, considering his slightly intoxicated state.

“i know right. i think it’s really cute we’ve seen eachother grow as people plus content creators.”

you replied, relaxing on his bed frame watching him move his mouse around.

you had been drinking but were decently sober, considering you don’t chug your drink in one handful like someone else.

“yeah.. imagine if we were dating. that would be a whole other story.”

he chuckled, not really thinking before speaking.

“did you know drunk words are sober thoughts?”

you looked over to him, a skeptical yet amused expression on your face.

“i think you’ve had enough white claws.”

a chuckle left your mouth, standing up and grabbing the empty can from his desk to put it in the garbage downstairs.

“i’m being serious! i swear, look it up!”

he looks over to you, his facial expression seeming serious but a little dull from the drinks.

you let out a laugh, sitting back on the edge of his bed as he spun around in his chair too look at you.

“seriously though, imagine it. like us two being a thing.”

“really? i think we would just be the same as we are now.”

“are you trying to tell me something isaac?”

you joked, before looking back at him and noticing his face seeming dead-serious.

“i mean. i don’t know, it depends what you think.”

his eyes avoid contact with yours, but you notice a softer expression on his face.

“what i think? well you really are the sweetest guy ever. and basically my best friend.”

“but, i wouldn’t mind.”

“if this is something you’re serious about i’d rather you ask me when you’re sober.”

you both laughed, but he reached out and put his hand on your knee gently.

“then tomorrow, we can go on a date. we can go to your favourite sushi place and talk about it properly.”

you felt your cheeks heat up slightly, but nodded.

this would be a difficult thing to tell the guys once they were home.

oh my god this was so fun too write but it took me SO LONG. sometimes i literally just give up on writing then wanna do it again liek what is GOING ON!!!!! anyway i hope you enjoyed this… i dont reallly have liek a routine or schedule when it comes to writing or doing requests so i think i just do them if i feel like it

anyway i hope this is okay!!! especially for a little blurb

#the group x reader #tgc x reader #isaacwhy x reader #isaacwhy #the groupchat x reader #the groupchat podcast

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raikkonenvettels · 8 months ago

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For the ship thing. I want Simi. But....make it Dragon au.

enjoy :D

who hogs the duvet

it’s definitely seb, he loves the softness of the blankets all around him! kimi is much much more comfortable with sleeping without anything (the perks of being finnish)

who texts/rings to check how their day is going

mmm actually i think actually both? but mostly kimi because he is usually very worried and protective over seb! (and seb is the only person that actually can make him willing text or call someone, true love <3)

who's the most creative when it comes to gifts

it’s kimi and we both know it, he loves to add things to seb’s hoard and the gift are always super meaningful!!! i love u childhood teddy bear i haven’t forgotten about u 😭🖤)

who gets up first in the morning

seb, he usually is the one that has to literally drag kimi off of the bed (it’s either seb or the kids demanding attention usually)

who suggests new things in bed

two words: breeding kink (no i will not elaborate and yes i am embarrassed about this but come on it’s kimi’s fault)

who cries at movies

seb, especially during his pregnancies. the hormones are horrible

who gives unprompted massages

it was seb in the beginning BUT after the pregnancies (yes, i know again) it’s kimi doing it to seb (“because you deserve it for everything you do, seppi”)

who fusses over the other when they're sick

both, in different ways: seb is a very very big worried mother hen but he is usually very gentle, kimi is very authoritative and like “seb you have to take the medicines i don’t care about your protests” (which also matches with how seb and kimi are sick bc i think seb is more bratty and whiny while kimi is usually calmer and more subdued)

who gets jealous easiest

kimi. KIMI. for all their “ah ah red dragons” jokes, when people actually try to flirt with seb (way more common that people would think) he gets PISSED how dare ppl talk like that to HIS mate?!(seb was more jealous in the beginning btw)

who has the most embarrassing taste in music

i honestly have no idea, we all know seb loves 80s/90s rock (me too) while kimi likes more modern stuff? i always imagine seb “making fun” of kimi’s taste when he listens to rap or something, but then again seb did get taylor’s outfits sooo…

who collects something unusual

well, seb collects trophies/shiny stuff, kimi collects jewels (that he gives to seb). maybe it’s seb bc of the taylor stuff askdks

who takes the longest to get ready

i imagine seb because of the ✨insecurities✨ (and also the jewelry. did i tell you how much jewels kimi gifts him?)

who is the most tidy and organised

seb!!! he is the one that goes to dust his trophies and organize all his hoard everyday

who gets most excited about the holidays

probably seb? because he has all his family there (he loves going to his parents and talking with his siblings, being with them is very important to him) while for kimi (esp after the thing with his mum) the holidays are much more painful :(

who is the big spoon/little spoon

both as dragons and humans kimi is the big spoon and seb is the little spoon (sometimes they do switch tho they are not that fixed on it!)

who gets most competitive when playing games and/or sports

both of them!!! ex f1 drivers and all, you know (they don’t argue about it tho)

who starts the most arguments

they don’t argue much but sometimes it’s kimi (he doesn’t do it intentionally, it’s just that he gets really overwhelmed sometimes and he is a bit aggressive?)

who suggests that they buy a pet

they don’t have pets in the au… but it would be kimi he loves dogs so much

what couple traditions they have

flying together!!!

what tv shows they watch together

not a tv show but idk why they definitely watch documentaries about everything skdks

also anything with dragons so they can shit on it

what other couple they hang out with

i know it’s stupid but the ones they are friends with 😭 (like norstappen, charlos, lewis and his partner, nando and his partner)

how they spend time together as a couple

they do a lot of stuff together, being mates and all! they talk, they cuddle, they spend time together in silence too, all those couple stuff. also they shift and go fly together a lot, and they spend time with the kids!

who made the first move

it was kimi, after he saw seb flying away! and yes, seb was shocked the whole time

who brings flowers home

kimi!!! he knows seb loves flowers and nature and he loves to give him gifts as well (even if they aren’t shiny)!!! in particular i think he gives him sunflowers :)

who is the best cook

it’s seb! i think he loves cooking both for kimi and the kids because they always compliment him a lot (and we know he loves compliments)

i am insane about them btw akdjsje

#my writing #dragon au

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perhapsisuppose · 11 months ago

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you. give me your ninjago headcanons

the joy that surged through me.

i have a LOT

my faves tho are related around what they’d look like as humans

cole - definitely a big guy, super strong, would have darker skin and cool hair. i sometimes see people hc him as blasian or indian and both of those ARE SO FITTING

I fully and firmly believe cole is a metaphor for being gay

the royal blacksmiths ep in s1 is smth i have always felt was a subtle nod to the struggle of being gay and having a “double life” where he was nervous to tell his dad.

zane - either darker skin for human form or just the titanium (i think he’s a metaphor for autism 😈)

jay - white. canadian, probably. freckled everywhere, redhead bs, etc. (my adhd twin) the thinnest ninja, my guy is muscly but thin.

nya and kai - asian, tan skin, nya is definitely taller after s8 when they all start to grow up. nya’s bulky but kai is on the thinner side.

lloyd - asian, sometimes i see him portrayed as tan, and sometimes white. either work in my head. he’s not that thin, probably middle build.

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random ones i’ve collected :

- jay’s special interest is video games, hence why they pop up as a constant interest for him throughout seasons, unlike the baking and cooking he mentions in the pilot (those were definitely his past fixations.)

- jay has a knack for inventing and tinkering - maybe it was a past fixation because it did fade as nya took the character role of “inventor”

- kai thinks cole is probably the hottest dude he’s ever seen, whether romantically or platonically is up to you, but he’s definitely had at least one fleeting homo thought

- jay and zane stim and talk over robotics and tech for hours. nya often walks in and joins, but will leave after they fall down another inevitable rabbit hole.

- lloyd dyes his hair blonde. he was born with terrifyingly bright blonde hair, but it became darker into a light brown with his rapid aging in s2. he just prefers the blonde.

- misako 100% has had some cheating-ass romantic interaction with wu while garm was out of the picture.

- harumi doesn’t love lloyd. she loves the idea of him. all she wanted was to be protected, and here’s the easy-to-manipulate, powerful, and cute green ninja - her easiest way to feel in control, whether subconscious or not at first.

- while arguing about nya with kai, jay has definitely pulled something like “what, you want me to marry you instead, asshole??” “you can say you’re jealous.”

- cole and jay have a closer bond than many.

- during the early seasons when cole was “interested” in nya, i hc that as him either experimenting or caring for her and confusing it for romantic love.

- nya struggles to say ‘i love you’ directly to jay due to the intense vulnerability it fills her with. she shows it in many other ways, and regrets not saying it sooner before seabound

- jay is insecure about this. ^

- that one archer ghost from s5 who wanted ronan’s soul bc of some deal he made was DEFINITELY into him. or vice versa.

- pythor and scales are 100% a divorced couple. how would that work lore-wise? it wouldn’t. they just are.

- chen is into the most fucking kinky shit you could ever fathom. he was alone on that island for a long, long time.

and is insane.

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IF I THINK OF MORE OR IVE FORGOTTEN SOME, ILL TELL U!!!!

YIPPEEEE

#ninjago #hc #headcanons #headcanon #lego #ninjago masters of spinjitzu #ninja

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sadisthetic · 1 year ago

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end of the year fic asks! give us a behind-the-scenes look at "for want (for nothing)"; why did you include a scene, when and where did you figure out that one tricky sentence, which part wrote itself, things like that!

thats a fucking thing? well lucky for YOU i LOVE talking about my own writing and that fic DEFINITELY has quite a few "bts" things i could talk about lmao

first thing to start off with is that i actually rewatched and studied that corruption scene in canon quite a bit while i wrote this. i needed the refresher and Man did i realize i forgotten a bunch of major plot points (most of which werent actually relevant to the fic) lol. but anyways the structure of my fic is pretty strongly based on its canon counterpart and theres a lot of little things i took inspiration from and just injected more flavor to it. like kai uses lightning a lot??? which make sense production wise bc thats like. probably easiest element to show off and make it look cool. so yay! excuse to use my jay bias and favor using his powers lol

in general that fic was a means for me to write a character study for kais character which i love a lot. he is my second fav blorbo. i have a huge weakness for older siblings in media. and kais shift in character is so interesting even if it was never done with conscious intention. ninjago Definitely uses every single one of their characters as pawns to advance the plot of whatever rather than you know. treating them like characters who are people. so theyre inconsistent with or contradicting themselves. characters are used however the writers seem fit with the situation at hand. i think the corruption scene is a fair example of it. kai was over it right? the whole green ninja thing? and yet. anyways my fic was an attempt at reframing and adding context and depth to kais character bc man did think about these fucking legos a lot for some goddamn reason when its a bad show!!! maybe some of yall will hate me for saying it. but man. ninjago sucks more often or not. not Entirely BUT A LOT OF IT IS NOT OF THE HIGHEST QUALITY.

and that sorta gives me an awkward segue into lloyd. haha. you know the line "A brat who had everything handed to him by destiny. It wasn’t because he deserved it. It was simply because he was born special."? well. it makes sense in the context of the fic that kai feels this way bc thats the natural conclusion the fic flowed into. But Also. i wont lie. that is my own genuine thoughts about lloyds development as a character. lloyds writing fucking BLOOOOOWSSS. and none of it is his fault. its the writers fault. but MAN its the LAZIEST DESTINED HERO/LEADERSHIP CHARACTER ARC I EVER SEEN. IT COULDVE BEEN INTERESTING. but no it was too simple too forced too Cheap. too shallow. its like they picked his little minifig and decided he Must be the prophesied hero no matter what :) and they forced his little lego feets into the studs of Destiny above everyone else and made it happen in the easiest way possible. by simply declaring it. forcing him into the role unnaturally. and because hes the Chosen One that means hes very very very important right? so NATURALLY hes the leader also! HELLO HES A FUCKING BABY??? NO SENIORITY?? any leadership skills he gained is because he was Forced to develop them, not because hes a natural leader. i could talk shit about his treatment all day but all in all i hate the flagrant favoritism the show gives lloyd when its meant to be a show with a team dynamic. i dont hate lloyd but i sure do hate the way his character "developed". this fucking baby was fed too many rare candies and some evolutionary stone on top of it. hes not the best he could be as a character because none of it naturally happened. no care put into developing his characters. i could accept lloyd being the green ninja or being a leader. if it were written well at least. ANYWAYS. kai is a subtle projection of me. or closer, a messenger. he was corrupted by me in way considering i was the writer lol. but it works because theres a bit of truth in there isnt there?

also that fic also happen bc i wanted to writer fun elemental power stuff along with fucked corruption. i love fantasy power things. and i LOVE rancid rotting feelings

#i dont think you couldve anticipated such an answer from me but lol i hope this doesnt make anyone too mad #i hope it gives interesting insight into that fic lol #asks #anonymous #ninjago talk

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inkshadow · 7 months ago

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monica & cyrus c:

ship meme : accepting !

who hogs the duvet - monica, cyrus rarely sleeps with a duvet on him, he just kinda passes out and stays passed out

who texts/rings to check how their day is going - cyrus, even though neither of them has downtime i feel like he's just a bit more inclined to do that sorta stuff

who’s the most creative when it comes to gifts - i actually don't know that either of them really are since they tend to opt for convenience on most things but maybe cyrus since he's the more... romantic... as of right now...

who gets up first in the morning - depends on who has the earlier shift. i don't know that either would get up early willingly if they can help it

who suggests new things in bed - cyrus, but only bc he's so *wiggles* eager

who cries at movies - cyrus T_T

who gives unprompted massages - cyrus, monica would give them to cyrus in like a "sit down, we're doing this" sort of way

who fusses over the other when they’re sick - monica. cyrus tends to fuss during the lead up to sickness (in the form of hounding probably)

who gets jealous easiest - both

who has the most embarrassing taste in music - cyrus

who collects something unusual - neither

who takes the longest to get ready - monica on a proper night out, cyrus on a normal day

who is the most tidy and organised - monica

who gets most excited about the holidays - monica probably?? i imagine not a lot of people stay at the motel while lots of people are home with family so she gets a break

who is the big spoon/little spoon - i'm ngl, monica is probably the big spoon...

who gets most competitive when playing games and/or sports - cyrus

who starts the most arguments - i.... hmmm. historically they've both been equal.... i imagine that doesn't change

who suggests that they buy a pet - cyrus

what couple traditions they have - not really the type to have traditions. donuts are present in just about every birthday breakfast, along with coffee from their favorite respective shops

what tv shows they watch together - being the structured people that they are, probably proper series that come out weekly. thinking something like hotd. they enjoy the occasional comedy but not slapstick.

what other couple they hang out with - elira and josh c:

how they spend time together as a couple - studying/working together, smashing, cooking/cleaning, v domestic stuff. they do try and make it a point to go outside properly and get fresh air at least one day of the weekend if possible.

who made the first move - cyrus

who brings flowers home - cyrus, we know monica loves flowers on the bed and stuff

who is the best cook - both are okay, but probably not the best. cyrus tends to cook more meals than monica does.

#thank you for sending :c #i love them the world #cyrus and monica.#lilacwiine

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doingthewritethings · 1 year ago

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writing pattern tag game!

post the first line of your last ten posted fics and see if there’s a pattern! thanks for the tag @ephhemeralite :)

i fucking love opening lines. easiest part by far ong. lets see how this goes

most recent chapter of gtau:

Tubbo has - a lot of shit he wants to do the second he’s well enough to stand on his own.

my superhero au where they’re all broke and transgender:

“Those are your pickles,” Mary tells Phil the moment they open the door that connects the stairwell to their floor.

the gtau interlude with the villain reveal:

While a realtor shows Phil around a dubiously haunted house, somewhere else, miles away, a man is about to die — but the man does not yet know this.

from last year’s exchange fic where las nevadas gains sentience:

The first emotion Las Nevadas feels is happiness.

one of my favorite short pieces i’ve ever written. eret and wilbur duke out their gender feelings at a piggly wiggly:

Eret drops a Monster energy drink, a lighter, a pack of bubblegum, and $8.50 in cash on the gas station counter.

tntduo horror one shot that DOES take up precious space in my brain constantly:

Here is a list of three important facts about the situation Wilbur Soot currently finds himself in, against his will and all his better judgement:

the funniest thing i’ve ever written, as voted unanimously by the people:

‘SMP High School Student Government Association Minutes’

gtau but the one where i finally give them a goddamn break:

Phil jolts awake, and the glowing numbers on the clock tell him it’s 2:35 in the morning.

and now we’re far enough back that it’s stuff from 2021, so i’m dangling lines from my wips tantalizingly over your head. fuck you, you can’t stop me, this is my blog and my rules.

i am not immune to the enemy to caretaker trope:

“Please,” he tries again. “I won’t fight back. Just - I’m ready, Jason, we can - we can switch places, one dead Robin for another, okay?” He can feel himself rambling, terrified and adrenaline-filled and tired. He’s so fucking tired.

different fic, same shtick:

He can’t breathe. The kid’s in a room with men who’ve, who’ve tortured him, and the thing he’s the most afraid of is - Hood. Is Jason.

thank you for ur attendance everyone i also nominate @b10000p bc fuck you tell me about your wips. update i actually just got an email so it’s probably you. good. omw to read that shit

#dsmp #gtau #sylv speaks #this is so fun. love to talk and ramble #dc

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dukeofdelirium · 8 months ago

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Is the Duffer Brothers Death Note going to be the next Netflix Avatar?

god don’t say that…. ANYTHING BUT THAT

I mean honestly it probably will be. I know the Duffers like sci-fi and horror and stuff but DN at its core IS the 4D chess game.

The Duffers seem to love action, and like??? DN isn’t rlly like that at all. There are no epic physical fights (unless you count Light and L beating each other up comically as that). It’s all psychological. DN doesn’t even focus on the actual killing either, really, or at least it doesn’t make a spectacle of it.

We saw how badly Netflix handled their last Death Note adaptation, giving it “normal people scare me” American Horror Story Tate wannabe with final destination style death scenes to match and ridiculous car chases. The only time DN has any kind of “police chase” is when they’re chasing Higuchi, and even then the entire suspense of that scene is the fact that Light is seconds from obtaining the notebook lmao.

Just bc the Duffers have a successful show doesn’t mean that they’re equipped to handle an adaptation of a story that seems to be the exact opposite of what they write. They said they like stories where heart trumps cynicism in regards to their official studio (where DN will be made) and that that’s the material they like to write, and I’m sitting here like…. Uhhhhhhh…… idk if this is the right material for y’all

😭😭😭

What’s wild is that out of any anime you could adapt to live action, Death Note WOULD be like… the easiest. Because it’s pretty realistic, there’s no crazy fantasy stuff it’s just like regular ass people, but do I have faith in the Duffer Brothers? Fuck no lol

I don’t believe they’re going to be able to capture the nuance of these characters, and if they scrap the story of DN in favor of their own vision, that’s just gonna piss everyone off even more. Especially since no one even asked for another DN reboot.

Well.. at least it can’t be as bad as Light Turner… right?? *nervous laugh*

I want Light Turner to blow up. I need to explode him with my mind

#death note #duffer brothers #stranger things #anon #death note live action

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deathschool · 2 years ago

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10, 23, and 34 for p101 meme?

*goes to sleep immediately after posting an ask game* Um. Hi guys good morning

10: what does your flag look like? what are your crew colors?

OK SO All of my pirates are different ocs and i give them all different flags. So ill send my 2 fav oc ones :P and describe what i would make MINE (checkerboard print, aqua/purple, that winged heart symbol in all black to look like the clandestine bartskull. teehee)

1 is my oc mina's flag, her colors r teal and black! 2 is my oc catalina's flag, his colors r purple and yellow :]

23: show us your pirate and tell us a bit about them

IM GONNA DO A READMORE HERE BC THIS STUFF GOT REALLLLY LONG. SORRY

Omg ok like i said theyre all ocs soo let me grab a screenshot of my like whole crew loading page.

so jsyk NONE of their outfits are what theyd actually wear (excluding catalinas robe). I dont stitch in pirate HAHA

far left is an old oc some ppl may recognize, her name is hope loomis! Shes a (lvl 70) witchdoctor, blind, and captain of a pirate crew. shes no longer my main oc but i still love her and her crew :P

Since hes relevant to her ill go out of order and say him now: the one in the middle is lawrence nightingale, part of hope's crew, her best friend, a musketeer. (Hes my main pirate for playing, hes lvl 70) He has a bit of a sour disposition and he and hope argue a lot but they care for each other a lot. I also ship him with kane hehehe

Ok middle left is catalina, like i mentioned earlier. Actually ive posted him before, hes a catalan shapeshifter who likes to pretend to be a human amongst people to troll them mostly teehee :P hes a (lvl 46) witchdoctor in game but in his lore he just knows some magic.

Next to catalina is the aforementioned Mina mitchell, shes a (lvl 65) swashbuckler and an emo girl. I dont have much lore for her to be honest but shes just so cute and awesome. She has spiky short twin pigtails. I think ive posted a drawing of her on this blog before under her tag mina

Middle right (orange) is Maeve, shes part of my new main crew! (The other 2 arent in game) shes a (lvl 7, bc i KEEP REMAKING MY BUCKS) buccaneer. Shes also part fox and from marleybone! shes really cool and awesome and sweet and shes best friends with shannon (leader of her crew).

Right is Stormy Edwards, hes kinda new and also his character looks nothing like his actual design lol other than that hes green. Hes a privateer (lvl 7, again i keep remaking themmmm) and hes EVIL!<3 he also has a toxic gay thing going on with vito (witchdoctor with maeve and shannon) and hes just kinda fucked up :P

34: what are the hardest and easiest parts of the game for you?

OK SOOOOO I love the strategy of it all TBH. It was really hard at first but ive picked it up pretty well i think. The hardest part was figuring out how to do gear correctly and what stats to prioritize, which im probably still not perfect at but i think ive gotten it down now. I also hate ship fighting 😭 But yeah easiest is probably just combat i love it i love the battle system. And to be MORE specific ranged combat is easiest for me.

SORRY THIS ONE GOT SO LONG HAHAH BUT TYYY<3

#ask game #im gonna tag all the ocs i mention in here lolol #mina #catalina #hope #lawrence #maeve #stormy

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violasgamingpalace · 6 months ago

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Radiant Dawn Thoughts 1-1

I assume they don't, but Sothe talking about Sacrifice having to be hidden makes me wonder if any of the other members of the Dawn brigade knows Micaiah is branded. It would be a whole thing in part 3 if they knew, so I guess they just kinda accept sacrifice without knowing it.

Edward is dumb and idealistic, Leonardo is smug and Cynical, and Nolan is the smart one with facial hair. Works fine to establish exposition for the political landscape.

"Hey, Edward Kinda sucks, leave him in the back he's weak". True statement though Nolan has given me plenty of game overs on this map. Mostly because of his terrible steel axe making him unable to double and clear enemies out.

I want that village. I'm sure it has garbage but... I don't totally remember .. what if it's really good actually! It takes Leonardo awhile to join the main squad if he grabs it though, so it's def not worth it. (I checked after beating the map. It's a vulnerary, I'll be fine without it. Leo is very necessary to help out in hard mode)

Strategy was Nolan tanks the front line and softens up enemies, everyone else gets kills. Had to do some trades and unit positions to keep it working but cleared out the map easily enough.

I really like the "Daein civilians stand up to soldier scene". Really helps to sell the population that was just "Racist assholes" in the first game. Now they're racist assholes, who are being occupied (and you were clearing the way for the occupiers in the first game). I remember a (Bad) discourse with people calling the scene unrealistic bc.... A colonizing force wouldn't murder the civilian population for protesting... I suppose it's nice I haven't seen that idea floated around recently.

Micaiah and Sothe are kinda endearing in this chapter. I usually don't care for them together, but I like Sothe constantly worrying about Micaiah, while she doesn't care about herself at all, sacrificing herself time and again for her "Community". It's really great when it pays off in part 3.

I'll probably write up the fanfic on Sothe's perspective, despite him not showing up in gameplay. He does a good chunk, and Edward, Nolan, and Leonardo didn't do anything standout in gameplay. And I'm not gonna pretend ponytail boss man is giving me anything besides having a ponytail.

New Unit breakdown:

Nolan is here now! He's the one "Good" Dawn Brigade member. He's strong enough to be a fine endgame unit in fact, and will contribute the rest of his chapters too. Nolan is the easiest unit to train up (that requires training) for 3-6, especially with his prf axe. I usually use him a ton, but hard mode is pretty unkind to him.

Nolan suffers a lot from that lowered experience gain, and if you're using more than 1 of the meh part 1 units, he just can't get enough experience to be decent. Still, credit for being the Best (non-Jill) tier 1 unit?

#vrdim

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lesbianwithchainsaws · 9 months ago

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HIIIIII I decided to send you a Tumblr Feature Ask instead of a comment just because. I wanted to (I'm @k1ngl30n ofc)

Hannibal protips:

-Hannibal thinks that he's the smartest man in the room at all times (barring Will, naturally), and he often is. In order to exemplify this, try to envision him talking to a pack of obedient dogs that do fancy tricks but don't actually offer him anything other than a warm body to cozy up to every once in a while.

-He always has a greater scheme in mind. Think of a metaphor that he'll link back to -- the easiest way to start this is to think of a random noun that's he's interacted with recently and think of how he can make it pretentious while still relating to the conversation. 'Statues are often emblems of admiration, respect, or status. To defile one is... yap yap yap... Do you not believe that you are akin to a statue, in a way?'

-If you're stuck, make him start one of his speeches with a definition, but fancy. It's really easy. 'Fishing is the act of calmly waiting as your victims swim by, unaware of danger until it seizes them by the mouth.' ok that one sucks but in my defense I am tired and typing quickly

-Bro is EMOTIONAL. He thinks that he has iron control, but in reality, his control relies entirely on what it is he's trying to regulate. Power, pain, hunger -- yea, he's had practise covering those up. But love? Vulnerability? He's going to overreact and make rash decisions as he doesn't have thousands of plans on how to deal with those

-...which actually leads me onto how none of his expressions are actually his own. He copies personas from other people from seeing them in situations and mimicking them. If he hasn't encountered a situation before, he will be completely blank (AKA the classic psychopath blank face) while he calculates what's appropriate to show others

-If he's manipulating someone, he'll subtly change subjects all the time to try to confuse them. He'll also never give a straightforward answer -- e.g. the infamous 'You may have to lie, but I don't' or however it is the quote goes

Let me know if you want any more specific things bc I could probably think of some but I've seriously got to go to bed. Bye for now!

Thank you so so much!!! I really appreciate the tips!!

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xamaxenta · 2 years ago

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Like a time when Ace is away on a mission and Marco comes home to see Sabo casually sitting in the living room dressed down like he fuckin lives here too and hes just like

Running through the options like does he say something does he tell him to get the fuck out? Sabo knows how to kill people very fast and Marco would probably be one of the easiest targets considering the fact Sabo got inside his damn house undetected

Sabo eventually speaks up like oh welcome back and Marco still choosing what he wants to say that doesnt end up with a knife between his ribs just politely nods at him bc what the hell does he do??? Sabo looks amazing against black leather —is that his shirt? Must be it has his favourite tv show splashed across the front

“To what pleasure do i owe…?” Marco sets down his laptop bag and Sabo huffs and closes the book he was reading

“I think we both know im absolutely ass at the emotions thing you and Ace have, so I’ll give it to you straight, i think you’re cute.”

Talk about blunt. Marco doesnt really know what to say to that, its not usual someone like him is described… like that

“And you thought the best way to tell me was to break into my home?” Marco tries to make sense of it anyway

“You never seem to be free otherwise,” Sabo wanders past him into the adjoining kitchen, “I made chicken alfredo, im afraid its the only thing I know how to make so keep your expectations low.”

“Thank you?” Bewildered Marco follows after the spy, simply deciding to wing it at this point.

“You’re welcome, so, lets talk over dinner.”

“Why does this sound so transactional?” Marco purposefully walks with heavier footfalls, he knows being quiet can set Ace off bad, knows the reflexes on people like them and knows Sabo probably functions on the same catlike trigger, reaches above Sabo to hand him some metal tongs

“Who the fuck keeps their tongs up there?” Sabo comments, momentarily blindsided by Marco’s kitchen layout.

“Me. Anyway what do you want from us?”

“Mm, what do I want, i mean its obvious. Ace.” Sabo grins at the predictable way Marco bristles, his warm blue gaze turns frigid in an instant.

“Relax, I’m not here to steal your man.” Sabo hands Marco a plate of food and shoos him off to go sit. Eventually he comes to join Marco at the minibar and sits, purposefully beside him, like they actually knew each other.

“you mean as a compromise you want to insert yourself? Into our relationship?” Marco tries not to sound too annoyed, mean

“No. Im here because I want to get to know you.”

“Sorry,” Marco doesnt touch his food just yet, “I’m committed. I won’t go behind Ace’s back for your personal gain.”

“Hmm.” Sabo tilts his head and purses his lips, the scar melted across the left side of his face catches shiny under the spotlighting installed above the bartop.

“I figured youd say that. It doesnt matter, if you really wanted me gone you wouldve said so right off the bat,”

“Confident.” Marco retorts, annoyed but aware that Sabo was speaking the truth he did not want to reveal nor discuss, not yet, “besides how was I supposed to know if you’d stab me for rejecting your.” He glances at Sabos state of homey undress, “hospitality?”

“In your own house.” Sabo snickers and taps the side of Marcos plate with his fork, “eat, its good i promise I didnt poison it.”

“You wouldnt dare, Ace would hunt you down for eternity if you did.”

“Ooh. Sounds absolutely tragic and such a bother!” Sabo sighs theatrically and Marco resolutely ignores how his shirt pulls around the wiry slenderness of his frame. Damn spies and their seduction games

“You’re being a bother.” Marcos too tired from his shift at the hospital to think of a more clever comeback.

“Aww, youre so mean, now I know why he loves you so much!”

Marco almost inhales a strand of pasta the wrong way, clearing his throat he glares at Sabo who beams at him, weirdo.

“Just stating the obvious.” Sabo pouts and Marco sighs and returns to his chicken, it is good, he just wishes Sabo would be more direct,

Or maybe less direct. It was confusing to be honest.

“If you don’t want to take any of this beyond this, say the word. I’m not that fucked up to take away the one good thing that Ace deserves.” Sabo speaks up after a long moment of silence.

“I just want to know what makes you think this will work? Weve established we all have some kind of thing going on, thats cool.” Marco bites the bullet, he wont deny the way Sabo had stepped up and kept him safe whilst Ace did his thing on the island had definitely screwed with his compromised mental state

“I dont, thats why im here.” Sabo rests his cheek in his right palm and blinks at him slow and catlike

“Do you want it to work?” Sabo reaches out first, tests the waters and Marco realises that his initial gut reaction, strangely isnt a no.

“I want Ace to be here for that conversation.” Marco remains stubborn, Sabo can flutter his pretty eyelashes all he wants but the fact remains that Ace was not aware of this meeting and that was wrong.

“I agree. Sorry for stealing your shirt. Didnt think you’d be interested in getting along if I took one of Ace’s.” Sabo shifts out of the way when Marco kicks at his shins petulantly

“I probably wouldve killed you.” Marco agrees and Sabo surprises him with an oddly fond smile;

“Yeah. Pretty sure you wouldve.”

But consider tho now that RE au is MAS the concept of Ace and Sabo trying to out do each other in the shooting range bc the prize is they get to top and Marco gets to watch bc he likes the competition between them

Sabo wins by a small margin but only because he’s faster at reloading a standard pistol

Ace wants a rematch using rifles but Marco’s been refereeing and calls Sabo’s win from his pretty perch (cuz yall know hes sitting there looking all doe eyed and lovely n sweet bc he is aiquahwhage)

Maybe Marco shouldve allowed them a round using their own preferred firearm but the desire to see Ace get bent over and thoroughly ravished is too tempting

And Sabo delivers, Marco’s never ever heard Ace make a noise like that before and yes he absolutely wants to hear it again

#MAS #marcoace re au #xam writes #YO IM JUST CONSUEJD BY THE BRAINROT

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dejwritesarchived · 3 years ago

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❪ ♡ ❫ ─── ⠀ ⠀⠀ close to you ⠀ 〳 ⠀ n.brown ‵ ❪ ♡ ❫ ─── ( synopsis ) nicolas brown becomes close with a teacher in ergastulum's 8th district.

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BEING A TEACHER IN A CITY THAT LURKED WITH TWILIGHTS AND CRIME WASN’T THE EASIEST. To you, it felt like it was the people with the most money that controlled Ergastulum. It sucked that much funding didn’t go towards the school, but you worked with what you had with the money you made. Buying little treats for your students from Gramps snacks to pencils and notebooks for students that didn’t have any. As you sat at the desk, you could hear the sound of your student Isabelle coloring in the coloring book you provided for her as you waited for her parents to pick them up. You could tell the little girl was growing impatient with each strike of the clock due to how harshly she gripped the yellow crayon in her hand. While your classroom lights flickered, you kissed your teeth when you realized that the handymen you requested to change the bub didn’t come today.

Isabelle glances up at you and your face softens. The little girl was seven and you knew that she was slowly getting a grasp on the things around her. Especially given that she was one of the only deaf students in your class. Her parents had a thing where they swarmed themselves with so much work that they forget to pick up their own child. You were frustrated and angry at the fact that they would rather keep themselves busy with their work than bother to pick up their child or show up to her little school events. You hated thinking that maybe they thought her loss of hearing was a burden. That made your stomach form the most hideous knots at the thought of it and the doe-eyed look she was giving you at the moment was ten seconds away from having your lip quiver.

You were used to it by now. She didn’t live that far away from the school, her house wasn’t even that far from your house. However, you didn’t trust the wicked streets of Ergastulum to let the little girl walk home alone. So, you found yourself walking her home no matter what.

“My parents forgot didn’t that?” Isabelle signed to you.

You could see that her bold brown eyes were beginning to water, “I’m sorry. They probably got caught up with work again,” You signed back. “Just let me finish up this lesson plan and we can head out, okay?” You soon signed back and you watched as the little girl lifted her hands to attempt to sign something back, but her movements were put to a halt when you heard a knock on your opened classroom door.

That’s when you saw him. Nicolas Brown. He wasn’t a stranger around the school—he and his friend Worick always found themselves fixing little things around the building like that one door that never actually closes or the one toilet that doesn’t flush. However, you never actually talked to either one of them. You’ve heard faint whispers about how attractive they were from other teachers, but you minded your business and ignored the mere gossip in the teacher’s lounge. You took notice that it was only him which you understood considering that you just needed a light bulb changed in the room. That task surely wouldn’t need two men to do. You didn’t say much just like him, but it was Isabelle who took note of the way he moved. It was as if she could pick up on his body language.

The little girl watched as he stood on one of the chairs to change the light bulb. Soon pushing herself from her seat and she waltzes over to him in a state of curiosity. Her head tilted to the side watching as he was changing the light bulb that your students kept complaining about. When he was done, Isabelle took the opportunity to tug at the man’s black-colored slacks he was wearing. When you glanced up after finishing the last lesson plan, you nearly leaped out of your seat seeing how close Isabelle was to him. You weren’t particularly afraid of him being around children, after all, he’s been in the school many times, it was the fact that she was in his personal space. You quickly stood up grabbing a hold of Isabelle’s hand and dragging her back to her. “You can’t be so close to people you don’t know.” You signed to her. “Please apologize.” You add.

Isabelle blinked at you a couple of times before she turned to a confused Nicolas to sign her apologies to him. Your lips parted to explain to him that she was signing that she was sorry, but to both you and Isabelle’s shock, you watched as Nicolas signed perfectly back. With Isabelle, the news that her parents forgot to pick her up causes a grey cloud to lurk over her small body, but watching Nicolas sign back to her—her face lit up so bright that you felt strings tugging on your heart. It was the same look she gave you when you successfully signed something for her. A rich feeling of being comfortable around some people.

“Okay, Isabelle. Now that Mr. Nicolas fixed our lights for us, we should get out of here. I’ll walk you home.” You signed while also speaking out loud so she could read your lips.

She gave you a nod before going to collect her belongings, while you did the same. You didn’t even notice that Nicolas was still standing in the middle of your classroom. Still astonished at the little kid signing back at him so perfectly and then struck by the sudden beauty of seeing you and the way you were gentle with the young girl. It was an experience he had never been able to experience growing up, especially with being a Twilight.

“Thank you, Mr. Nicolas. But we should really get out of here, I would hate to have to walk home in the dark,” You signed.

You watched as the once stern look that was pasted on Nicolas’s face disappeared. His posture relaxed in front of you before he’s signing, “I will walk you two to your destinations.”

Your chapstick-covered lips parted to argue, hands already going up to protest against his kind gestures. However, the tug at your charcoal grey pencil skirt by Isabelle caused you to abruptly stop. She was perfectly fine with this gentleman walking the two of you to your destination and the way she proudly led you and Nicolas out of the building showed that. The sky illuminated a faded orange color as the sun was just setting, reaching its season where it became darker earlier than usual. As you clutched at your bag, your eyes never left the child that was skipping with joy in front of you and Nicolas. The both of you basking in the silence as your feet followed Isabelle towards her home. She’s done this walk so many times that you were sure she could remember her way home blindfolded. You just didn’t trust to let her walk herself home considering her hearing being gone.

You and Nicolas’s arms lightly brushed against each other as you were walking alongside the sidewalk. You could see small shop owners prepping to close their stores for the evening. Once you could smelt the sweet scent of cherry pie that always came from Isabelle’s neighbor's house, you knew that the three of you were near. You watched as Isabelle leaned forward to let her small fist knock on the door. You took a couple of steps placing your hand on her shoulders protectively. You had to have this talk with her parents and when the door was opened, the strong smell of alcohol overpowered the cherry pie scent when you saw her father.

Your face scrunched up in disgust while it seemed the grasp on Isabelle’s shoulder tighten. You didn’t want her to go in there when her father was in this state. You watched as he stepped aside to let his daughter inside the house which caused you to finally let her go. You knelt down to her sight giving her a smile, “I’ll see you tomorrow. I’m going to come so we can walk to class together.” You signed to her.

Isabelle gave you a smile and nodded with quickness. Her eyes soon averting to Nicolas—whom you assumed walked away already now that you’ve reached Isabelle’s house. She signed a quick thank you before rushing into her home disappearing further and further inside the home. You stood up smoothing out the non-existent wrinkles in your pencil skirt, “Mr. Newman, I know you and your wife are extremely busy with work, but it’s important to have someone pick Isab—”

SLAM.

You jumped at the harsh door slam in your face, subtly flinching at the aggressive action done by Isabelle’s father. Your breathing hitched in your throat and your fist clenched tightly before your hand went back to knock once again. This time your knock was as harsh as the slamming of the door. When you heard the door unlocking, you could feel Nicolas's presence next to you. When Mr. Newman appeared at the door, in a span of two seconds Nicolas collected him by the collar of his shirt. The grasp he had on the drunken man was so tight that if you looked closely, you could see Nicolas’s knuckles turn white. He tugs him closer so that his mouth was near the guy’s ear. You stood there and witnessed Mr. Novak’s face turn to the most horrified expression. You even could see that his eyes begin to water at whatever Nicolas’s voice croaked in his ears. Then Nicolas released the hold he had on him, letting the man scatter to the ground and cough up apologies towards you.

“It’s okay, just please make sure to pick up Isabelle on time tomorrow and sober. I don’t want to get the cops involved,” You firmly stated before you’re twirling around and walking away from the house.

Your heart was pouncing against your chest as you realized what just happened. He defended your honor as if he was your knight in shining armor and you didn’t know what to say or react. As the two of you were walking, him promptly following you to your next destination, you stepped in front of him. The puzzled look he gave you caused your heartbeat to slow down. You now were taking in his features. Now understand why the teachers whispered about him in such a nefarious manner. He was attractive, extremely attractive.

“Thank you, I’ve always had trouble with her father.” You signed. “I can walk home by myself now.”

Even when you walked away, he still followed you like a guardian angel and you didn’t bother to protest against it. Once you stopped in front of your home, you would glance around your surroundings. You didn’t need any nosey neighbors peeking through their curtains to see the local elementary teacher letting a man into her home. You couldn’t afford to be the gossip in your small neighborhood, especially when the elderly have been urging you to settle down before your pretty looks fade away. With your keys in your hand, you would fall back on your dorr before signing to Nicolas, “To show my gratitude for you, please join me for dinner. It’s okay if you’re busy though. We can always do it another time.”

You studied his facial features, once again taking in how gorgeous he was. So caught up in your own thoughts before realizing that he had accepted your offer. His fingers snap in front of your face to break the trace that causes your cheek to heat up like a burning flame. You uttered an apology as if he could hear it before turning around to unlock the door. When you pushed the door open, you would step inside first. You turned the lamp that was in the living room on after quickly kicking off your shoes to slide into the house slippers you kept near the door.

Your house was like a sacred tomb to you. It was filled with so many memories, both good and bad and you had a thing where you just couldn’t let them go. The house was given to you when your grandparents passed away, some of the furniture once belonged to them. “I can take your jacket for you,” You signed before watching him tug off the jacket to give to you.

As he was taking off the jacket, his black colored shirt lifted slightly revealing bandages that were wrapped around his torso. You didn’t pester him about it because after all, he was just a guardian angel that looked out for you and your student. You were sure you wouldn’t see him after your kind gesture in return. After hanging up his jacket, you would motion around the living room filled with the comfortable sofa. “I’m going to start dinner in the kitchen, make sure yourself at home. Do you want anything to drink? I have water, beer, wine, anything.”

“Beer would be fine.” Nicolas signed to you.

You gave him a smile and twirled away to the kitchen to give him a beer. You walked into the kitchen turned the light on and went to grab the beer to give to Nicolas. Once you returned, Nicolas was comfortably sitting down on your sofa. You just were happy that he felt comfortable even though you two were technically strangers.

Y/N, your grandmother would faint if she saw you had a complete stranger in this house.

You placed the beer on the coffee table in front of Nicolas and eventually returned to the kitchen to prepare dinner. When you cooked, you always cooked as if you were cooking for a big family. Even though it was only you that walked around this home, you still had this tendency to cook as you were cooking for a big family. Usually packing the layovers for students who didn’t have lunch or a homeless person you walked by on your way to school. You wore your kind heart on your sleeve proudly and you were confident about that. So in tune with cooking as you hummed the lyrics to a song that was stuck in your head, you nearly jumped out of your slippers when you saw Nicolas leaning against the counter in the kitchen with a book in his hand.

After putting something in the oven, you wiped your hands onto the towel as he held the book up, “Oh, I used that book to help me learn sign language for Isabelle.” You signed with a smile as stepped forward.

Nicolas was flipping through the book. It was the same one from when he was younger. He still clung to that copy also but seeing a copy that looked brand new caused his heart to feel heavy. His fingers flipped through a couple of pages to see if anything new was added to the book compared to when he was younger, but it was still the same. He went to return the book back to its rightful spot, especially since while you were in the kitchen he was snooping around your bookshelf that was in the corner of your living room.

You could hear Nicolas’s footsteps while you were moving around your kitchen grabbing plates and forks to set the table. You stopped in your tracks to look at him as he was about to sign something to you, but he stopped. Perhaps, you were overthinking it. You wanted to think that he wanted to ask more questions about you learning sign language. However, your brain was telling you a man like him could care less about such a moment like that.

An hour and thirty minutes passed until you two finally sat at the table to eat. You sipped at your wine letting your eyes watch Nicolas before going back to eating dinner yourself. Your eyes glanced down to toy with the vegetables on your plate before hearing a tap on the table.

“You learned to sign for just one student?” Nicolas signed.

You could tell that this question was the one that he wanted to ask early. His eyebrows were knitted together in curiosity before he’s leaning his body forward while sitting across from you at the circular dining room table. If he moved any closer–his knees would be brushing against yours under the table.

“Yeah, it was either that or she would have to go to a school that was too far away from her home.” You signed back. “She’s quite clever for her age, so she’s been helpful as I continue to learn.” You add before letting your hands fall to your side.

“I can teach you also,” Nicolas signed.

“You’ve done enough Mr. Nicolas.” You signed back. “I don’t want to be much of a burden in your busy schedule.” You sign.

“I’ll make time.” Nicolas signed back before his lips formed a sly smile at you that caused your heart to thump against your chest in complete love struck.

“It seems like that copy of the book you had was important to you. You can keep that copy, I have another one at the school.” You signed to him with a smile before you went back to enjoying his company and the dinner you cooked.

When Nicolas left your house with the book, his appearance in your life became frequent. Isabelle’s parents seem to get the memo to pick her up from school on time and her father even kept apologizing despite his harsh actions being pushed to the back of your mind already. Instead of walking Isabelle home as you would walk home, Nicolas would be the one constantly walking you home. Some days you were forced to ignore the dried-up blood that was on his shirt or staining the silver Twilight tag around his neck just to adore the moments between you two. ‘Cause, you cherished the walks to your house and dinners at your house before he’s rushing off with Worick. On other days you were stuck reminiscing each time his lips brushed against yours as he’s rushing out of your house with his katana. Gosh, you were lovesick.

Those days turned to weeks and those weeks turned into a month of you seeing each other and one evening you could tell that something was up. It wasn’t a feeling that left worry in your mind, but you could tell something was on Nicolas’s mind. He was like one of your favorite books that you didn’t get tired of reading. You knew when something upset him, you knew when something bothered him. You just knew him.

While finishing up the aftermath of dinner, you were getting ready for bed alone. You expected tonight to be special, but Nicolas had to run out to fix something real quick. Frantically signing something along the terms of Worick needing something. It frustrated you that he would dash out here like that for Worick, but he explained the relationship between the two of them and you knew that you couldn’t get in between that. Especially considering the circumstances the two have been through since they were little. You treated the rest of the night as if it was a night before you met Nicolas. You did a little planning for your class tomorrow and you read a couple of chapters of your book before eventually letting slumber take over your body.

Forty-five minutes passed of you being asleep until you could feel the flicker of your light being switched on. You sat up and instantly rub the sleep out of your eyes before noticing Nicolas’s figure in the doorframe of your room door. You forgot you gave him a spare key to your place. He took a couple of steps forward in your room until he was at the end of your bed. You finally rubbed the rest of the sleep out of your eyes as you notice him holding the bouquet of red roses, some of them being messed up as if he was running with them.

“Nic, it’s so late. I thought you said you had to do something with Worrick.” You signed in between a low yawn but you did push the pastel-colored duvet off your body before crawling towards his frame that stood at the end of your bed. You sat on your knees in front of his huge stature collecting the roses out of his hand.

You tiredly chuckle before bringing the roses up your nose to spell them. The scent of the flowers lingering up your nose before you’re looking up at him, “You left to get these so late at night.” You signed to him with a smile as you watch him nod.

“The very last floral shop was about to close, paid extra money for them.” Nicolas signed with a sly smile. “Sorry that they’re messed up, I wanted to get back here quickly as possible.” He soon adds.

You felt your cheeks heat up while glancing at the flowers on your lap. “Why?” You sign to him and your curious eyes meet with his dark ones. Those dark eyes that once were so hard to read to you were now filled with possible love.

“It’s been a month since we first met.” Nicolas signed.

If you were in a cartoon, you would most likely die and viewers would see your transparent figure float towards the sky. You didn’t even think about what today was, but here Nicolas was leaving in the middle of the night to get you flowers for today. You excused yourself quickly to tend to the roses, being sure to place them in the living room right so they can be the first thing you see when you enter your home. When you returned to your room, Nicolas's eyes followed you with every step you took—you took the place back on the bed. Sitting on your knees and now your eyes were filled with just Nicolas. Your mind was thinking about Nicolas. Your body needed Nicolas. Your hand reached for his belt to undo it as your eyes met his in such an innocent manner but soon you felt Nicolas stop you.

“You shouldn’t feel obligated to do this just because I gave you some flowers.” He signed to you.

Regardless of his words, you could see the tent that was built in his pants. You chewed at your lower lip before signing back, “It’s what I want and what you deserve, now let me take care of you Nic.”

You watched as Nicolas’s lips parted to argue before his hands fell to his side and let you continue to push down his pants. When you finally disregarded him of the black pants he wore, your mouth watered at the bulge in his grey-colored briefs. This would be the first time you’ve seen Nicolas's cock. Late and lonely nights when you were left eager for his body, you were stuck with your own imagination of what his member would look like. Or what it would feel like inside you or in your mouth. The mere thought of it caused you to feel dizzy and your panties to be soaked.

Your finger traced alongside the band of his briefs before you tugged them down also. Teeth nibbling against your lower lip at the sight. It was like your imaginative mind was true all along. You visualized that it was thick. It was quite pretty. His perfect-shaped mushroom tip leaked with precum and his tanned colored shaft was decorated with a visible vein that obviously was noticeable due to how hard he was. You noticed that it had to be a while seeing his trimmed down there, but you didn’t care. Your mind raced with thoughts about just being sure to make Nicolas feel better. You inched closer to the edge of the bed while Nicolas was standing in front of you, his cock waiting patiently for you. Eventually, you’re enclosing the tip of his member in your mouth with ease. The salty taste of precum stains your tongue before you let your tongue wrap around it, gaining a moan from Nicolas. You flattened your tongue to attempt to fit more of Nicolas into your mouth. Your saliva already pooling outside your mouth as you felt the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat. You pulled apart after gagging just a bit, the string of saliva connecting from Nicolas’s tip. You inched a little closer to palm at Nicolas’s shaft and eventually placed him back into your mouth. Your hand palmed at the portions of Nicolas’s cock that wouldn’t fit into your mouth while you let your wet tongue swirl around his tip.

With each second, you spent with Nicolas’s cock in your mouth, you could hear his low whines. You felt his hand on the back of your head while he guided your movement as your head bobbed up and down mimicking the way a person would dribble a basketball. You could even feel Nicolas’s hips driving forward a little just to feel your mouth around him some more. Perhaps, he was attempting to cherish this one moment as if you were going to be taken away from him the following day. You moaned with the taste of Nicolas on your tongue and your hand reached in between your thighs to rub yourself through your panties. You were so eager for more of Nicolas that you were growing impatient. Soon, you removed yourself from his member with a pop. You let your tongue glide across your lower lip as you were finally able to give your throat a rest. At this point, you could feel your panties stick to your folds due to the wetness. You craved Nicolas immediately. “How’d you want to do this?” You signed, initiating what position he wants to do it in.

After all, this whole session was to assure the feelings between each other, but you also wanted to make Nicolas feel like the best man in the world. You watched his cheeks stain a crimson color as he fiddled with his thumbs and soon was signing to you with a quickness.

And that’s how you found yourself comfortably on top of him completely naked and ready to please him. Your pussy glides across the shaft of his dick as he grabs ahold of your face to kiss you. His tongue shoves its way into your mouth causing you to moan into the passionate kiss. Your hips grind against his hardened member eagerly before you’re forcing your way out of the kiss. A string of saliva connected the two of you as you lifted up. Nicolas’s fingertips traced alongside your collarbone to down to one of your breasts. Your nipples hardened at the sudden touch before you’re reaching behind you to grab his cock. You lifted your hips a little and lined him up with your entrance. Your juices coated the tip of his cock and you watched as Nicolas’s face scrunched up in pure pleasure. You inched yourself slowly upon his cock and bit by bit you felt him stretch you out. You could feel comforting grasps upon your body as your eyes flutter open to be met with Nicolas’s.

You rolled your hips in a manner to confirm that you were okay. The once intense feeling of you getting used to Nicolas’s cock inside of you was overpowered by the feeling of pleasure. Your head fell back with each rock of your hips, your mouth stuttered out profanity words and Nicolas’s name. Your hand prompted on his chest to hold yourself up while riding him and with the help of Nicolas's huge hands he was sure to guide the movement also.

You’ve had lovers in the past, just like you had sex with others also. But for some reason, tonight was much better than those past lovers and flings. Was it because you knew the feelings were mutual? Or perhaps it just was the heat of the moment after Nicolas' kind gesture.

“Fuck—“ You stuttered out before using your knees to bounce on Nicolas's member. You slick coating his cock with each movement on him. When you made such a lewd movement, you felt Nicolas' fingers dig into the flesh of your skin before he gave up trying to control what you were doing.

You watched with tear-filled eyes as he was eagerly watching you take his cock like a big girl. His hands found a place behind his head as if he was relaxing and watching an entertaining movie. With each dip of your hips, Nicolas’s head seems to sink further into the pillow in pleasure. His teeth clamped down on his lower lip before his eyes stared in between the space of the two of your bodies. The pornographic sight of watching his cock disappear bit by bit inside your dripping wet pussy.

Nicolas's body felt like he was undergoing a fever. His breath hitched in his throat when he felt you bottom down once again and let out a broken moan. Nicolas went years without his hearing and had no problem with it, especially considering who he lived with and has been around his whole life. But tonight he ached to hear the way your moans sound or the way you were whimpering out his name. With not being able to hear, he has learned to read your body language quite well. Just by the way your face looked fucked out at the moment, he could tell you were enjoying this just as much as he was.

He watched as you continued to ride him, your breasts moving with each glide of your hips or each bounce you’ve done on his cock. Nicolas could read your lips as you were gasping out that you were close to orgasming. His large tugged you forward so that your bodies were close to each other. Your bare breasts were now upon Nicolas's chest as his hips bucked upward. With each rock of his hips upward, you could feel the pit that sat in your lower abdomen get tighter and heavier. Sweat droplets decorated your forehead as you could only moan out begging for more like a desperate housewife. The fact that Nicolas's strong arms were wrapped around your frame completely trapping you from running from his lustful thrusting like a madman only was helping you get pushed further to the edge. You could feel the tight grip on your limbs and soon felt Nicolas thrusting become sloppy. The warm feeling of his cum squirting inside you once he felt your walls pulse around his cock caused you to instantly kiss him on the lips.

Your mind and body were distracted from the passionate kiss you and Nicolas shared to tug each other off the shared cloud of the two of you cumming. You could feel his fingertips tracing something upon your back. Your mind finally was able to mentally focus on what he was tracing until you finally realized.

I love you.

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"King and Lionheart" - Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x anxious!Reader

[TW: anxiety]

<Self-indulgend bc I'm an anxious person>

[1k followers celebration!]

SUMMARY: Bradley Bradshaw, the king of social events. And you - his beloved lionheart.

WORDCOUNT: ~ 1.8k

Currently listening to: 'King And Lionheart' - Of Monsters and Men

The easiest way to find Bradley Bradshaw in public was to follow any loud sounds indicative of social life - music, laughter, talking. So one can only imagine the kind of uproar his sudden absence caused. A night of drinks along with games and Bradley Bradshaw, who was sound of body and mind just that morning, didn't show up?

"Where's Bradshaw?" Hangman asked less than an hour into their night out. Maybe he missed their friendly scuffles or maybe he missed Bradley's annoyance when he loses a game of pool.

But no one could give Jake a definite answer - a shrug and shooking of heads were the only explanation they could think of.

"Probably just running late," someone proposed and it would have been equally reasonable and probable if it wasn't for the fact that when Bradley happened to be late, he would always show up with Maverick - no doubt the indirect reason for said lateness. Pete, however, was sitting with the rest of the group at the Hard Deck. It seemed as if Rooster, akin to a stone thrown into a lake, simply vanished - very unlike him.

"Maybe call him?" Phoenix suggested while aiming the cue. Currently, she was leading the game of pool, having two cue balls less left than Jake.

"I already tried," said Pete. There was a hint of defeat in his voice as if he was willing to leave Bradley to his own devices - wherever he might have been at the time. "Maybe he's with his girl."

"A girl?" Fanboy repeated. He was about to take a sip of his drink but the surprise made his hand freeze right in front of his lips. His dark eyebrows furrowed. "Who?"

"What?" Pete asked in shock. Suddenly, he was drowning in disbelief and a dry chuckle left his mouth before he continued. "He didn't tell you? Jesus Christ, he doesn't talk about anything else."

The aviators laughed at his groan.

"You don't have to do this, you know?" Bradley asked once more. He said that so many times already you were beginning to think it was him who didn't want you to go. It wasn't that improbable really - he grew to recognize the small and easily overlooked symptoms of your anxiety and the sight, no matter how familiar to him, always struck a worried string in his heart. Quite obviously, he hated to see you in distress. "If you're not up for it, we can stay."

But the decision should have been made a long time ago - preferably over an hour ago when you were meant to leave for the night with his friends.

"To be perfectly honest, I'd rather bury my head in the sand in the middle of the Sahara desert than leave the house but I know it's gonna be good for me to go. Besides, they're your friends and colleagues. I have to meet them at some point."

You knew that this feeling was foreign to Bradley. Perhaps, it was partially the very reason why he never pushed - he couldn't understand what you were going through and therefore never thought that he had any right to make demands or give you empty advice. You were truly grateful for his uncharacteristic willingness to accept a certain lack of knowledge and support your choices.

In a way, you were still unsure how the universe made it happen that you and Bradley, very similar but very different people, have ended up as a couple. He always wanted to be wherever was the loudest and you always chose the most faraway table at the restaurant. From a different point of view, heaven itself couldn't think of a better match: he would deal with social situations and you would help him calm down and bring a little peace to his ludic pastimes.

Although, it wasn't always like this. Bradley had a tendency to shove feelings into his pockets and then, when those pockets are filled to the brim, flip them inside out as if he was looking for spare change. One such thing happened when he reached some boundary of his and couldn't take the perceived mixed signals you were giving him - the timid and short touches, the way you would avoid his gaze after staring for too long or how you refused to stay until the end of the party. Those and some other things made Bradley question whether you were into him at all. He thought that, maybe, you just wanted a guy to entertain you or buy you dinners. That very argument was also the first time he had ever seen you cry and, to make matters worse, he was partially to blame and not for a good reason. The truth, that you're simply anxious, sucker punched the air out of his lungs - Bradley Bradshaw felt like an utter fool. Only then did he realize how difficult things must be for you and so he believed when you had told him that despite struggling to do so, you're doing the best you can to push past your boundaries, to somehow manage that bothersome part of you and which source you couldn't quite name.

'I don't know why I'm like this', you cried that fateful night while shame and regret gnawed at Bradley's heart. 'But I'm trying my best.'

Sometimes, he still apologizes for that fight, although he truly shouldn't - it was just the clarification the two of you needed to really become close and understand each other. Maybe a little crude but you always believed that if it wasn't for those tears and frustrations on both sides, Bradley Bradshaw would already be an ex.

"It doesn't have to be today," he reminded you in a soft voice. Bradley's hand was on your knee and for a moment you wondered whether he has ever realised that he does that when he worries about you. "I'm not gonna think less of you if you decide to stay home. I just want you to be alright, sunshine."

"I know," you answered decisively with a slight nod of your head. Bradley seemed surprised when you got up from the couch and grabbed your purse. "But today I feel really fed up with my own shit. Now come on, they've been waiting for us long enough."

The sun had nearly set, painting the sky over Miramar in various shades of purple and navy as the first stars became visible just over the Eastern horizon. The air was warm and so was the wind that shyly attempted to carry away the lighter parts of your clothes. No matter how fast or slow Bradley was driving, the houses of the fighter town passed by in a blink, while the mighty ocean stayed right where it was, unbothered by the people living on the shore. Perhaps it was its unmatched power that made it stay so calm - if only you could be at least a little bit like that sapphire depth...

"You know, I envy you," you spoke up after a few minutes of driving in silence. Bradley looked at you in confusion before quickly looking back at the road ahead. "You don't need a pep talk to make a five-minute phone call or five days to mentally prepare for a party and you don't overthink everything you do. It's like you're a king and I'm just a lionheart."

"If I'm a king, doesn't that make you a queen?" he asked. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see the very well-known to you playful grin. You could already tell he was adding another nickname to the already long list of words he chose to call you instead of your name.

"And what queen refuses to talk to people?"

"Mine," Bradley answered casually.

He had a talent for making wax poetic sound completely normal and not special or attention-grabbing. In a sense, it was quite impressive how Bradley managed to turn the general majority of situations to his favour. At least he did when it came to flirting with you.

As the distance to the Hard Deck decreased, your anxiety only grew; your fearful mind replaying all sorts of scenarios rich with awkwardness, embarrassment and humiliation. Halfway from the parked car to the beach bar, you suddenly halted, having to take a deep and slow breath. It worked most of the time... well, sometimes.

"Hey, queen," he whispered leaning in. The loud music played in the bar was fairly well audible from the outside. "I'll be here to hold your hand." Bradley squeezed your hand to make a point. Somehow, with his warm hand surely holding your own, the bar didn't feel as loud or as stuffed - socialising wasn't as overwhelming.

He could tell you were stressed but also immensely relieved. Although he never told you that, he couldn't quite wrap his head around the possibility of his friends disliking you. With your witty humour and heaps of random knowledge, Bradley had trouble imagining you as an unlikeable person - something that your anxiety painted as more than a probable scenario. But, to be honest, he couldn't be possibly more biased than he already was, keeping his watchful eyes on you to the point of Pete making a few lighthearted comments about just how whipped he was. Truthfully, Maverick couldn't be more right.

In a way, he felt proud of you if not impressed. Both, perhaps. Bradley had seen you at your lows when any interaction with a living creature was akin to climbing Mount Everest in a bikini and with a twisted ankle. But now, reliving your laughter, jokes and a few games of pool, he found it truly remarkable that you had enough perseverance inside you to push past your fears.

"Doesn't the lion become brave in the end?" Bradley asked while waiting for the light to turn green. Miramar was one of those rare places where nights are just as pleasant and toasty as the days. The warm wind tugged gently at your clothes, bringing to mind the unbearable romance and melancholy of summer.

"Sorry?"

"In the Wizard of Oz." He stared at you for a moment before looking back at the, mainly empty, road. "At the end of the story, didn't he get like a courageous heart?"

"I don't remember actually," you answered with laughter in your voice. Bradley's question seemed random at best. "I think so? Yeah, I think he did."

The light turned green and Bradley resumed driving to your house. With one hand on the steering wheel, he grabbed your palm and gently kissed its knuckles.

"I love you, lionheart."

You noticed how his eyes darted towards your blushing face - the road was lit well enough to make the flush quite obvious. Bradley smiled to himself, visibly amused by your bashfulness.

"Is this a way to get me to call you a king?" you asked.

He didn't answer right away. Staring at his profile, disappearing and reappearing in the yellow lights of street lamps, you noticed that his smile only grew wider.

"...Maybe."

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