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crying in the club | mv1
pairing: max verstappen x norris!reader
summary: how should one react when their boyfriend wins the world championship at the same time their brother loses it?
max my four time world champion!!!
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yourusername: the sun will shine on you soon baby brother!! this season was tough but you got through it ♡♡ i love you forever (world champions are overrated anyways 😉)
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user1: you are the strongest soldier here
user2: you are the reason i survived this season
user2: everytime i wanted to throw up, i thought about how you were doing, and thought you must’ve been doing much worse, thank you!
user3: youre finally free from all this ‘champion battle’ talk 🍾
user4: you running back in forth from redbull to mclaren made my night
user5: it’s even funnier how her body language would change, in the mclaren garage she would be all gloomy but once she ran back to redbull it was arms up partying
lewishamilton: i wouldn’t say alll world championships are overrated
yourusername: shut up lewis hamilton 7x world champion, arguably the best f1 driver in existence, kind, humble, handsome and—would you like do go on a date with me?
maxverstappen1: excuse me?
yourusername: i don’t know what happened max, i was i insulting him and next thing i knew i wanted him on my lap
lewishamilton: i feel…odd
yourusername: good odd or bad odd
lewishamilton: i can’t tell…
yourusername: come over to the redbull garage to find out 😼
landonorris: genuinely, what the fuck is going on?
maxverstappen1: i don’t know, so i’ve decided to ignore it
landonorris: ignoring what ever that was, thank you 🧡
yourusername: say it
landonorris: say what
yourusername: say ‘i love you’ you emotionally stunted gremlin
landonorris: i don’t…
yourusername: say it lando
maxverstappen1: yeah cmon lando, say it
landonorris: too like both of you or?..
maxverstappen1: yes, tell your brother in law that you love him
landonorris: okay first, you’re not my brother in law, second, i don’t feel very comfortable right now
yourusername: say it with me lando, “i loveee youuu”
landonorris: guys…
yourusername: SAY IT
maxverstappen: CMON LANDO SAY IT
yourusername: SAY IT
yourusername: SAY IT
landonorris: OK I LOVE YOU GUYS
user6: is this the peer pressure my school always warned me about?
user7: no…that was just, sad.
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yourusername: THATS MY FOUR TIME WORLD CHAMPION!!! THIS IS FOR ALL THE BUMS WHO SAID HE WAS NOTHING BUT A PRETTY MAN IN A FAST CAR, NOW WHAT????? NOBODY COMPARES TO MAX FUCKING VERSTAPPEN. AND YOU ALL BETTER REMEMBER THAT.
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user8: now it’s time to hit the club
yourusername: i’ll be crying in the club, thank you very much
user9: crying for lando, partying for max, it’s perfect
user10: you are the perfect amount of supportive to both lando and max
maxverstappen1: ik houd van je 💙
yourusername: @/landonorris
landonorris: i don’t speak dutch??
yourusername: he just told me he loved me loser
landonorris: o-kay?
yourusername: gosh you are so emotionally unintelligent, it makes me sick
landonorris: i just lost the world championship please be kind to me
yourusername: im your sister which basically means i lost the championship too, yet i still tell you i love you?
landonorris: THATS NOT HOW THAT WORKS
yourusername: I LOVE YOU LANDO
landonorris: LEAVE ME ALONE
maxverstappen1: we should get married in vegas
yourusername: oh my god, yes. but no elvis because he freaks me out
maxverstappen1: CHARLES SHOULD MARRY US
charles_leclerc: guys…i would be honored
yourusername: i don’t know max, i have a feeling you’ll run away with him and leave me at the alter
maxverstappen1: yeah…that probably will happen 😔, it’s okay, lando can marry us!!!
landonorris: what the fuck is today
#f1 x reader#max verstappen x reader#f1 fanfic#f1 imagine#f1 fic#f1 x y/n#f1 x female reader#f1 x you#f1 social media au#f1#norris!reader#max verstappen x y/n#max verstappen smau#max verstappen blurb#max verstappen fluff#max verstappen x you#max verstappen fic#max verstappen imagine#max verstappen fanfic#max verstappen
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but im not hurt, im tense ✿ bllk multi ’cause i’ll be fine without you babe.
﹒postscript : it’ll never work out. feat. ɞ shidou, rin, sae, kaiser ʚ cw : fem reader, angst ( no comfort )
shidou looks at you with a pout on his face. it’s been millenials since he last saw you—( 2 weeks ). so when he finally found you wandering the local store in your area, he immediately grabbed your wrist.
“you blocked me.” his mouth curls downwards. “am i nothing to you?”
the mocking look on his face only makes your frustrations grow deeper. “yes, i did block you. and that too for a reason so let g—“
“no.” his grip on your hand tightens, as if he was scared to let go. “tell me baby, where did i go wrong?” his tone sounds almost pleading.
“where did you go wrong?” you stare at him in disbelief. “you almost punched my dad at family dinner, seriously, what the fuck is wrong with you?” you snap at him.
“is that what you’re mad about?” shidou scoffs. “he deserved it anyway, was sayin’ some stupid shit.” he dismisses your confrontation.
“ryusei.” your hand finally breaks free from his grip, pushing him away. “this is why we broke up.” you glare at him before hurriedly exiting the store.
shidou clenches his fists, knuckles turning white as he looks down at the floor. he felt his blood boiling, like he was going to burst in an explosion.
it’s only that, he doesn’t like this explosion.
rin’s resolve is crumbling down second by second as he watches your smile break down into a look of confusion and hurt. you’re interfering with his goals? what is he talking about?
“what are you talking about?” you hold onto his hand, as if clutching a thread thats about to break. “i’ve been there for you since we were kids and supported your dream—what’s so annoying about that?” the tention in your words are clear.
“im going to become the world’s best striker.” rin grits his teeth. “and you keep getting in the fucking way.” his words are cold, hitting you like an iceberg.
you do get in his way- in every way possible. he wants to defeat itoshi sae, and yet, every goal he scores seems to be dedicated to you. you’re slowly deprieving his heart of all the hatred and god, he hates it.
he’s made up his mind, he wants to defeat itoshi sae. but with you, the only mental image in his mind is nii-chan, not itoshi sae.
he doesn’t want to destroy his older brother, he wants to destroy itoshi sae.
his heart clenches at the sorrowful look on your face. “are you serious? im getting in the way?” you look like your world has just been broken into a million pieces—it’s so sudden, you almost don’t know how to react.
“you’re lukewarm.” rin stares daggers into you. “just forget about us, you knew we were never meant to be.”
maybe rin imagined a future with you,
but all you are now is a bittersweet childhood sweetheart.
sae doesn’t have time for you.
or thats what he likes telling himself, since he always finds himself cancelling interviews or cutting practice short to come see you.
you mess with his brain—in a good and bad way.
but he know’s you deserve better, better than someone like him. you deserve someone who can be there for you, communicate with you properly, give you the affection you deserve.
but he can’t.
it’s been clear he’s never made you a priority in his life, he know’s you’re getting tired of him canceling dates and replying to your messages every few hours.
he’s just finished practice, taking a long sip from his water bottle as he opens his phone. a message from you pops up.
im breaking up with you. it’s not working out, im sorry.
sae’s expression is neutral, but the way he’s squeezing the life out of the plastic bottle says otherwise, squeezing out the last bit of water as it falls to the ground.
you have all the good reason to break up with him, but something in him wants to plead, to beg, that he’ll be better, to give him one last chance.
sorry for not making time for you. good luck.
”you’re not enough.” kaiser snaps at you, a look of fury in his eyes.
you had arguments with him often. you were tired of him constantly pushing you away whenever you’d try to show him an ounce of affection—simple things would turn into harsh words exchanged between eachother.
“do you not see how much i do for you?” you snap back. “and you’re saying im not enough? when i have to go days without contact because you don’t even bother to call?” you raise your voice at him, making him flinch.
the truth is, you’ve always been enough.
but he’s not enough for you. that’s why he’s building these barriers around himself to hide away—he doesn’t deserve you, nor your touch. you’re like an angel who descended from the gates of heaven, and he’s a lowly devil.
he’s afraid his scars will brush on you, which is why he never gives you the chance to heal them. instead pushing you further and further away.
”schatz.” his eyes waver at the hurt visible in your eyes, and the nickname doesn’t make it any better.
he can’t ask for your forgiveness, he’s not worthy of it.
he can only watch you walk out of his life, an angel deprieved of her feathers.
#💌.faylvrs#bllk x reader#blue lock x reader#shidou ryusei#shidou ryusei x reader#shidou ryusei x you#shidou ryusei x y/n#rin itoshi#rin itoshi x reader#rin itoshi x you#rin itoshi x y/n#sae itoshi#sae itoshi x reader#sae itoshi x y/n#sae itoshi x you#michael kaiser#michael kaiser x reader#michael kaiser x y/n#michael kaiser x you#bllk angst#blue lock angst
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How Bambi!reader met Rafe...
trigger warnings!!: religious trauma, parent death, rafe just being a perv in general, innocence kink, coercion, i think thats all but please message me if there is more!!
at least your truck beats walkin'...
You meet Rafe in mid-october, the sun shining through the patterns of trees as you rode down the dirt path towards the old Angels oak tree. It had been your favorite place since you were little. you had fond memories of mama bringing you down here for lunch on days where your father got real busy with work. Now, with momma gone, it was your favorite place to read your bible and get away.
The beaten pages of your bible flap in the wind, and if you had been paying attention you would have noticed the weird way it was sitting in the basket. you were distracted, the dream you had the night before bombarded your brain with images of abandoned churches, and fire, it felt so real you swore you could feel the smoke burning your lungs when you woke up.
you hit a bump in the road, you had driven over it a million times, however, you watch with a gasp as your old bible launches into the air, flying several feet behind you.
you stop the bike quickly, leaving it in the middle of the road as you panic over potential distress to your bible. you’d had it for awhile and it was worn from how frequently your mother had read it to you, instilling the verses into your brain, but it was still yours and you felt guilty that you’d dropped it.
you look around frantically, so distraught that you don't even notice the car hurdling down the road towards you, clearly holding no intention to stop. you grip the cross hanging from your neck, muttering a prayer for forgiveness as you rush towards it. you bend down to grab it before hearing a loud crash from behind you. you let out a shriek at the noise, practically jumping five feet back as you pop back up. you had never seen cars on this road, or anyone else for that matter, how were you supposed to know there would be one now?
the door to the sleek black truck is quickly thrown open, the prettiest man you had ever seen hops out of it, slamming it behind him. he walks forward to assess the damage with an annoyed scoff before whipping his head towards you.
"the fucks wrong with you, huh?"
your big eyes are all he sees at first, how innocent and delicate you seemed. he watches as your pretty mouth opens in closes silently before setting into the plump pout.
"your bikes fucking wrecked, n' my trucks all scratched up, i mean, what are you even doin'?"
the man stares back at you, taking in your wide-eyed expression. "i-" you stutter, your whole body freezing up as you try to find the words, your doe eyes boring into his. his eyebrows furrow as he studies your startled expression.
"dont talk much, do ya'?"
his voice makes you feel strange, not terrified, but warm. your mothers words flash through your mind, "im sorry...im not ‘posed to talk to strangers...specially boys." a wide smirk spreads on his face as you slowly started to back up. you were fidgety, nervous, and timid like prey, he liked that.
"hey hey hey-" he says, holding out his hands in attempt to calm you. "you dont need to be scared, im just trying to get this figured out...okay?" he says, trying to get you to nod with him. you nod slowly with a soft, "okay" before slowly walking toward him.
"good, thats good." the condescending smirk that decorates his face makes your tummy flutter, wide eyes meeting his. "alright so, you wanna tell me what happened here?" he says as his big hand comes to grip the back of your neck, shoulders scrunching up under his hold before slowly relaxing.
you fidget with the hem of your dress, nerves causing your hands to shake, before you finally mutter out, "i dropped my bible..." he looks down at you, brows furrowing as he tongues his cheek.
"see, what i dont understand is why you left your fucking bike in the middle of the road...?" you pout, pretty glossed lips catching the light. rafe smirks, what he would give to have those wrapped around his-
"i had to go back and get it..." you hum, your pretty voice interrupting his nasty thoughts. he would return to them later, for now he was gonna play with you a little more.
"yeah...im still not getting why you didn’t move your bike out of the way, bambi..."
your cheeks flush at the nickname, you'd never had a boy call you anything like that...in fact really, you'd never had a boy call you much of anything before. Rafe smirks, pleased with himself for making you flush so easily, it certainly was a pretty sight.
"i-...i wasnt thinking about it" your voice is soft, almost angelic, a chill ripples down his spine as he thinks of what you'd sound like with your legs thrown over his shoulders, crying out his name. he smirks, grabbing the back of your head to force you to look up at him.
"yeah? well look at what happens when you dont think, you get yourself into trouble." he condescends, his rude nasally tone sending sparks to your tummy. you whine, realization washing over you as your eyes finally settle on your bike. he was right, it was totaled. he walks towards it, your lip settling between your teeth as you watch his big arms flexing as he pulls your bike out from under the front of his truck.
"looks like youre gonna have to catch a ride with me, doll." he hums with a tsk before walking around to throw your bike in the back. you look up at him, frantic, waiting with baited breath for him to come back around.
'i- no im not supposed to get in the car with strangers." you say while firmly shaking your head, and to your surprise his smirk grows wider. you were innocent, which meant you would be easy to mold. he holds out his hands again in surrender.
"im not gonna hurt you, here, my names Rafe, okay?"
you nod, pausing as he comes closer to you, your heart beating in your ears.
"you gonna tell me your name, bambi?" he says softly, his voice soothed you, making you let out the breath you didnt know you were holding, though for some reason your body was still on alert.
"its y/n" you meet his eyes, getting lost in the false sense of security his pretty blues offered. "alright, how about this, you go get your bible, alright? then ill take you home." you frown, unsure if you should. you didnt really have a reason not to, you knew his name and your bike was totally messed up, which meant you had no other way to get home. you could walk, but it was getting late and honestly, you didnt really want to. reluctantly, your head moves in a soft nod, your pretty doe eyes meeting his as you seek his approval.
"good girl, you go get it and then ill help you into the truck." you flush, your stomach doing summersaults at the praise. you'd never received much of that growing up, having this beautiful boy say that to you so easily, had your pretty panties all sticky.
you pad over to your bible, grabbing it with haste before returning back to him, staring at his pretty face as he helps you into the seat.
"there we go, dollface..." he says before strapping the seatbelt over you. he closes the door gently, as if not to scare you, before he walks back around to the other side. he takes of quick, wondering to himself why he'd never seen you before, silence filling the car as he thinks.
"where do you live bambi..." he suddenly speaks up, bringing you out of the trance you had been in as you watched the trees go by. "umm i live on the cut...not too far from here." you hum softly, and as you speak he nods, smirking as it clicks. you were a pogue, which made things simultaneously easy and hard. easy because tracking and watching over you would be a piece of cake, hard because asking people around him for information about you would be useless.
you go back to watching through the window, your gentle voice breaking the silence as you direct him where to turn and which ways to go. he's mostly silent for the rest of the ride, mulling over things in his head. you were so innocent, he couldn't have anyone getting to you before he did. he watches as you fidget with the hem of your dress, the short material riding up to reveal a bit more of your plush thighs, causing rafe to smirk to himself.
"you nervous bambi?" his voice cuts through what had been a peaceful silence, you had been zoned out as you thought about nothing, off in your own world. you couldn't lie, you were a bit nervous. you felt pressure, the lords presence lingering in the back of your mind as it always did, making you feel sick with guilt. you were gonna have to pray extra hard tonight.
you nod, biting your lip as you bring your knees up to your chest. "yeah...just a little bit" you say as you look over at him, waiting for his reaction. he hums, looking over at you as he pulls onto your street
"you dont need to be nervous angel...just wanted to make sure you got home safe." you nod, reaching over to your car door to climb out, watching as he does so as well. you lean against the truck as he grabs your bike and sets it against the wall of your house. you pout up at him, the face of innocence. god, he was gonna have fun with you.
"thank you rafe...i really appreciate it." he nods, looking you up and down with a smirk. "don't worry about it, y/n, just be more careful next time, okay?" you nod, watching as he gets back into his truck, before padding to your front door. he watches as you bend over to grab the mail, clearly unaware his eyes were on you. he lets out a breathy, "fuck-" as he sees the way your baby pink panties press up against your puffy lips, damp and sticky from the interaction. he snaps a quick picture on his phone before pulling out of your driveway. a smile taking over his face as he puts your address in his notes app as he drives away.
yeah, he was definitely going to have fun with you.
authors note!!: i hope you guys like it!! it took me so long to write the whole fic and lowkey i think its not great but we will see...
tags!!: @nemesyaaa @starkeysprincess @sematarygirls @gibson-g1rl @sirlovel @chloeisbunny @everinlove @meowgirl1 @chrisfortheblackgirls
#chloe’s works ˚୨୧⋆。#bambi!reader x perv!stalker!rafe#bambi!reader#rafe cameron#rafe cameron x reader#rafe cameron prompt#rafe cameron smut#rafe cameron blurb#rafe x reader#rafe obx#outerbanks#obx season 4#obx blurb
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“26” | CL16 ᡣ𐭩.ᐟ
Parings: charles leclerc x ex!singer!reader
Summary: the world didn’t know you and Charles broke up a few months ago. it was until you haven’t been to any gp people started speculating. he finds some one new. Makes his dream com true. And you write an album about him reveling how you broke up and why.
“If it doesn’t go away by the time I’m 30 then I made a mistake and I’ll tell you I’m sorry”
Now playing: “21” by Gracie Abrams.
warnings: smau and angst. that’s it tbh :)
author’s note: idk if this makes sense but I hope it does lol. Don’t forget to like, comment or reblog! And follow me so we can be friends :3 (and drink mate together!)
MASTERLIST
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yourusername: guess it’s just me, myself and music 🐰 (new tunes coming soon)
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user89: queeennnn can’t wait!!!
charlesmylove: why isn’t charles liking y/n stuff anymore 😭
↳ user976: RIGHT that’s what I’ve noticed
↳ user435: girl don’t start being delusional prob Charles doesn’t use social media
↳ user21: I have the feeling they broke up
sabrinacarpenter: they are not ready for what’s coming 🤓
↳ yourusername: 🤫
shawnmendes: gonna be album of the year
lilyhme: prettiest girl in town now can be mine 💍
↳ yourusername: yours forever my love 💍
↳ charlesstan: WHAT DO YOU MEAN NOW WHAT
↳ user0923: guess she knows things we don’t
↳ y/nxtaylor: spill the tea sis 😭
↳ alexalbon: why you always wanna date your friends???
↳ lilymhe: they’re pretty
↳ alexalbon: and I’m not??? I AM YOUR BOYFRIEND
↳ georgerussel: love watching drama 🍿
↳ y/nstan: WHAT DO YOU KNOW?!
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#charles and #y/n are trending on twitter
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f1gossipofficial: rumors has it that our fave couple on the grid isn’t couple anymore! 💔 Ferrari driver Charles Leclerc was seen out and about with a mistery girl. The source confirmed it wasn’t y/n. Y/n was seen arriving to New York last Monday. The fan that met her told us she said in a conversation she’s been living there since last year! Guess they broken up late last year and kept it a secret! What do we thing about all of this????
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user34: WHAT THIS IS THE WORST DAY OF MY LIFE THEY LOOKED LIKE END GAME 😭😭😭
charlesstan: I’m dead
user975: tbh I didn’t like her for him
y/nstan: I liked Charles sm this is so sad
user0863: now I need y/n new music I NEED TO KNOW
user87: new music coming >>>> new break up song about Charles 😭
usrr12: who is that mistery girl? We need a further investigation
↳ f1gossipofficial: on it baby 🕵️
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charlesleclerc: WE FINALLY MADE IT! I won my home gp for the first time, wow! Thank you everyone, ferrari, the fans. Everyone. This was my dream and I can’t believe this is actually reality. So thrilled! This is for you dad, wish you were here to see it. Let’s celebrate and then focus on the next race! 💪🏻
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user86: he is so proud of you I promise 😭😭😭
charstan: congrats prince!! ✨
y/nstan: why is my woman on the likes ????
↳ user32: THATS WHAT I THOUGHT FIRST INTERACTION IN QLMOST A YEAR
carlossainz55: congrats hermano !!!!
landonorris: what a race mate!
lewishamilton: finally!! 👑
user678: so happy for you charlieeeee
arthurleclerc: ❤️❤️❤️
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you text your producer and best friend
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yourusername: here to finally tell you that my first single “26” for my next album is out!!! Made this album from the deep end of my heart. Hope you like it as much as I love it (and help me get through). link in bio 🧸
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yourbff: the most beautiful and saddest song I’ve ever heard 😭
lilymhe: GIRL I’m sobbing wtf
user256: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
User998: she really said let’s spill the tea
↳ user895: but i never thought it would be LIKE THIS 😭
landonorris: congrats @/yourusername !! On repeat for the rest of the month at least
↳ georgerussel: babygirl
georgerussel: thanks for the tea y/n! Beautiful song from a beautiful soul ❤️ we miss you
↳ yourusername: I miss you too 💔
↳ carlossainz55: wish you could come back some time again :(
shawnmendes: I cried I sobbed I screamed I died
sabrinacarpenter: the best artist of all time iloveu bestie ❤️🩹
User673: CHARLES LIKED 😭😭😭😭
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Hope you liked it guys 💌 if you have any ideas my inbox is open so send your requests!
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hiiii!! so sorryyy idk if you take requests BUTT could you do headcannons of being in an argument with the aot characters?
🗣️ aot characters & arguments
characters involved: eren, armin, mikasa, connie, jean, sasha, reiner, annie, bertolt, erwin, levi & hange
notes: i do take requests indeed!! :3 i luv angst, i hope this is gd♡
✧ eren jaeger - 
okay, when you guys argue it’s honestly more cute than anything because you’re both so protective of one another. neither of you wanted each other to join the scouts because it was so dangerous but, you both joined anyways obviously. oh my god, you guys non-stop bicker when there’s a mission! and don’t even get me started if you get put into different teams😭 you start TWEAKINGG. after he finds out he’s the attack titan, oh it gets 10x worse. his absolute biggest fear is losing control and hurting you - he’s already so conflicted, confused & felt like an outcast. he definitely lashes out more and becomes snappier than usual but, it does come from a place of sincerity.
when this happens, you just leave it be. as soon as it’s not just bickering anymore, when a voice is raised or an insult is made, you just leave it. you understand he’s going through a lot and just needs a minute but, TRUST ME! when you walk off, you make sure it is known that your feelings are hurt.
“i said no! you are not being on my team! im going with the levi squad, thats final.”
✧ armin arlert -
you both love each other very much but, goddamn you’re both so up your own arses! you are the ‘smart couple’ you are both strategic and witty and have your own way you go about things. so, when it comes to deciding whose plan is better, you always think yours is better and admin thinks his is better. this has (and probably always will be) the main root of your arguments, tbh. nobody likes to get involved either because if someone picks a side then even more havoc will break lose. the only people who’ve ever come between you two is: mikasa, levi & erwin.
it’s just like a debate, you know the ones on jubilee where it’s just people speaking over each other with different facts and sources? literally you two. you both would keep going until the end of time if you didn’t need to sleep, eat and drink water. it’s never that serious at the end of the day, you both love each other and i GUESS you can appreciate each others plans albeit you both think yours is better.
“if you actually listen to me when i say, my layout is better! look at how easy it is to manoeuvre from the castle to the forest!”
✧ mikasa ackerman -
wash the damn scarf. that is all you ask of her. she has literally never washed it and you love but jesus christ, stink LINGERS. not only do you think it’s weird she doesn’t wash it but, it’s also from eren… now, you know mikasa’s lore, of course. however, it’s really hard to get over your girlfriend having this deep love for this smelly scarf that her ex-crush gave to her after he literally saved her from being kidnapped. at first, you try to ignore it but it gets to a point where you sit down and talk to her but, she is not having it. she clearly cares very, very deeply for this scarf and will defend it. it’s really awkward conversation that slowly turns into raised voices and some opinionated things being raised.
“why are you getting jealous over a scarf? that’s so stupid! i just have fond memories with it!”
✧ connie springer -
again, not so much major arguments but just bickers. it usually starts as a joke but slowly but surely divulges into an argument about something stupid. one time, someone ate the last of jean’s meal that his mum made for him and he saved until today, obviously he was super upset and jokingly you blamed connie. at first, all was well, laughs were being heard and he even poked fun at you but, somewhere along the way it became more serious for you two, you genuinely suspected connie of eating jean’s meal and connie was getting visibly more upset.
“that was so not me! why are you telling them that?! i didn’t eat it, y/n!”
jean regretted asking who ate his food.
✧ jean kirstein -
jean is unfortunately a jealous guy. not for any malicious reasons, he’s just a bit insecure gang! he’s more scared that you’ll leave him for someone ‘better’ more than anything but, these feelings of insecurity manifest as jealously. he’d get jealous over you spending time with people like eren, mikasa or armin. in so many aspects, they’re better than him (in his eyes) and this will just make him reallyyy pissy. being in an argument with jean is painstakingly ambiguous like he never straight up says it, it’s always sly remarks or dry responses from him for a while. eventually, you know something is up and question him but he will avoid answering like the plague and it’s just so, so frustrating! eventually, when you break your calm demeanour, he will also break his ‘nonchalant-ness’ and just shout about how he feels.
he crossed his arms, “i just don’t understand why you need to be around him so much, you have me?”
✧ sasha braus -
absolutely nothing. i’m sorry but, she is too sweet and loving. IM SORRY, i’m sorry… i tried so hard to think of something but this queen is too perfect. at most, she would snap at you in high stress situations but she would never turn it into an argument. for example, if you told her to slow down her eating because you’re going on a mission but, she hasn’t eaten much that day she may snap and tell you to “let her do what she wants” but, she’s sooo quick to recover and apologise. literally not even giving you a second to even think about arguing with her!!
“ah, i’m sorry. you’re right, i don’t wanna be sick while flying through the air, huh?” she pouts.
✧ reiner braun -
you’re both from marley, you know damn well what you’re doing here but it seems reiner is straying off path. you’re there to try and remind him why you’re there and this leads to so many arguments. his split personality also plays a role in the arguments because it’s so.. scary and confusing for you because one moment he’s defending eldians than the next, he’s shouting at you about how he ‘knows the plan’.
when talking about stuff like this, since it’s extra sensitive for reiner he definitely flips out. i’m talking shouting, angry grunting, clenching his fists into balls and holding them against his forehead so he doesn’t fully crash tf out. he’s just as confused and scared as you are about his split personality but, he doesn’t want to seem weak or to seem like he’s losing sight of what is ‘right’ - it gets him really worked up. obviously, you stand your ground against him, he doesn’t scare you when you’re arguing. you’ve known him for so long.. you feel like he just needs to be guided.
“when did i ever say i liked them? yes, they’re okay people to be around for now but— no, i never said that! i know what they are, you don’t remind to tell me, y/n!”
✧ annie leonhart -
just the fact she’s cold and distant, it makes it really hard to actually have a relationship with her. at first, she was closed off COMPLETELY but cracks began to show and eventually, you thought you were at a good point with each other but, you kind of realised you didn’t know that much about annie. you try to ask questions to get her to open up but, she is one tough egg to crack so eventually, you just ask! hoping to help her more than anything but, this leads to an argument…
after this first argument, it became pretty regular like once every few weeks this would happen. you get super frustrated because she acts like she doesn’t even care! so, you’re shouting and getting really passionate while she sits there, looking pissed off and bored, rolling her eyes and scoffing. she doesn’t see the need to open up to you, she’s done what she thinks is ‘enough’ in her books.
“what do you want me to say? i’m not an open book, that’s just how i am. we’re all gonna end up dead, anyways.”
✧ bertolt hoover -
sigh… oh bert. every time you feel yourself developing further into your relationship with bert, his friends seem to pull him back. you’re still not quite sure why and they always seem to be giving side eyes or glances when he talks about his life - its starting to piss you off, rightfully so. you feel like he’s got two other side hoes watching yours and his every move! you being this up in subtle ways as to not seem like a crazy, jealous partner but eventually you burst and tell him how you really feel.
arguing with sweet bert isn’t fun because you can tell he tries so hard to please everyone in the situation, whether it’s you, him or now in this case, his friends too. he will raise his voice but, not in a bad way just in a general sense, things are getting heated, his voice will raise and he will fling his arms and hands. he’s a very expressive man when arguing because he is so passionate about it.
“y/n, they’re my friends! they’re just trying to protect me, why are you jealous?”
✧ erwin smith -
there’s so such things as arguments in your relationship, erwin likes to call them ‘mutual disagreements’ as your both in the scouts, he knows your time is limited. it’s a morbid and pessimistic way to think but, you have to be realistic when you live such a deadly lifestyle. he doesn’t want to take your time together for granted - plus, he’s a MAN like, he is calm and collected and will always hear you out.
you both start off calm, having a mature conversation about whatever it is that is bothering you but, when you start getting rowdier that’s when erwin quells the flames quickly. he takes a deep breath, hears you out and calmly walks you through it all. he’s so compassionate about it, i cant omg. he’ll gently place a hand over your own hand or on your shoulder if you’re standing, letting you know he’s present, he’ll sweetly talk you down, eventually calming you down and usually you’ll both say apologises or just general sweet statements and move on!
“i’m sorry, y/n. no, i’m glad you talked to me about this.”
✧ levi ackerman -
oh lord, being in an argument with levi ackerman is nawwtt fun. i’m sorry but, i’d kms if i argued with levi 😭. this man has such an awful resting bitch face as it is but, imagine his face when he’s arguing with you? IF LOOKS COULD KILL. he cant hide his emotions, so when you’re arguing even if he’s trying to be somewhat nice, his face says it all. usually he’ll roll his eyes and scoff if it’s something minor, he’ll hear you out, maybe give a half arsed apology or some sort of nice gesture to make sure you’re not upset however, if it’s a big issue oh brother…
silent treatment, i fear. he is so bad at communicating his feels correctly and often feels confused because this mf ain’t been in love before?! it gets too a point where he’s so mad, he just cant even begin to think of anything to say to you. you’ll be there raising your voice, becoming so passionate and when you ask what he thinks, he’ll say “i have nothing to say.” then boom, silent treatment. however, he’s bad with his words… but good with his actions. he still wants you to know he cares, you two could be in the most rancid moods but, you’ll go to your room and find your clothes ironed and folded🥲.
✧ hange zoë -
oh my sweet hange, my probably neurological challenged sweet hange… an argument with them would definitely stem from them spending more time with titans than you. when sawney and bean were around, you weren’t getting ANY time of day with them, trust. at first, you didn’t want to say anything because of course, you understand! the lifetime you guys are living in, things like hange’s research is soo important but, you can’t help but feel neglected sometimes.
when you finally bring it up, an argument ensues. neither of you really shout or anything, it’s just that kind of weird sort of raised, high pitched voice people get when you’re really frustrated. you both stay relatively calm for the situation you’re in but, you can totally tell you’re both so frustrated because hange just doesn’t see the problem. when you guys argue like this, it usually just goes in circles and after a while you both decide to mutually give up and leave it for another day.
“it’s all for science and the greater good of humanity though, i don’t understand?”
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The twin swap pt. 1
Sirius Black x potter!fem!reader
In an attempt to prank your twin brother James, you suddently find yourself in a situation where you can no longer ignore your feelings for your brothers best friend.
Warnings: nothing really besides reader bodyswapping with James, tiny bit of swearing, and excessive yearning because we know the Potters are hopeless romantics. Hope you enjoy.
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This had gone way too far,
Sirius standing in front of you half naked, his pyjamas pants hanging just low enough to see the outline of his-
"Are you alright Potter?" Your eyes snap up to meet his silvery dark ones, framed perfectly by his dark brows.
You feel hot, all the blood rushing to your head, your palms are sweaty and you almost don't notice the ringing sound in your ears, as you mutter out a, hopefully, coherent response of yes i'm grand.
Sirius smiles, apparently somewhat pleased with your answer, as he continues chatting with Remus and Peter, a lit cigarette hanging from his lips.
His soft, plump lips that you have been dreaming of touching since fourth year. You never really thought smoking was sexy until you saw how well Sirius pulled it off, which prompted many, many daydreams about you plucking that cigarette from his lips and just softly crane your neck to make your lips touch-
"Prongs, you're starting to freak me out mate"
Oh, right- you're currently stuck in your twinbrothers body, sitting on his bed in the boys dormitory.
Remus lowers his book from his place in the windowsill, giving you a strange glare as the adrenaline returns throughout your (james') body, making you once again stumble over your words.
"Sirius is right James, you look rather sickly and- are you blushing?" Peter chimes in sitting on his bed.
"Oh, no no, i'm okay, sorry carry on" you respond as you force yourself to lower your gaze, mentally kicking yourself. The boys share a glaze or two, but ultimately let it lie, starting back up their conversation.
This whole stupid idea started as a prank on your brother, but by some stupid twist of fate, or maybe even some strange twin telepathy, James had the exact same prank planned, which was showing up in the commonroom as you, using polyjuice potion.
The prank quickly extended to your friends, both of you wanting to see if any of them would notice your swap at dinner. Unfortunately nobody did, which in turn made you frown.
Are we really that similiar?
Can Sirius not even tell you two apart?
Needles to say, by the time you were ready to reveal your true identities, you had fallen too deep into your own prank, the boys almost dragging you up to the dorm, you just barely had time to exchange a panicked glance with James, who was in a similar situation with Lily, Marlene and Mary.
Now you just have to act normal until the boys fall asleep, then go find James.
Thats simple enough, right?
You are so lost in thought you honestly don't notice your eyes connecting with Sirius' for the third time in the span of fifteen minutes. But by the time you do notice, its too late and he's talking to you again, oh merlin you haven't heard what he said, and now the attention of all the boys are on you again.
What the hell is wrong with you? Just say something that James would say
Remus lets out a nervous chuckle, making you panic even more somehow.
Okay Potter, you can do this. Just make up some excuse to go wait this out in the bathroom.
Deep breath and hit them with a totally normal thing Jamie would say.
"I'm gonna go, bathroom, you know.. penis"
Shit
Sirius and Peter look equally perplexed and poor Rem looks absolutely horrified, as their wide eyes follow your ungraceful attempt to flee towards the bathroom, trying your best at manoeuvring your longer limps, and finally locking yourself away.
As soon as you hear the lock click, you slide down the door putting your head in your hands. You sincerly hope James is doing way better at pretending to be you, even though you doubt it, seeing as Lily is gonna be there.
You sigh deeply, muttering quiet curses at yourself, debating whether or not you should make a run for it, or stay locked in here until the potion subsides.
"James, talk to us please"
Sirius' voice startles you, making you shoot up from your position on the floor, almost knocking your head against the celling, letting out a yelp.
Is James really this tall?
"Prongs, if you need someone to talk to you know we're right here mate" Remus agknowledge sympathetically, causing you to feel a little guilty, making a mental note to buy him extra chocolate at Honeydukes, next time you make the trip. That is, if you don't die from embarrassment in this tile covered cage of shame.
"Even if it's, erh, penis related" Peter announced, earning a light smack from Sirius.
It occurred to you that you need to face the boys again, in order to get ahold of James, so you sigh and relent, shutting your eyes tight.
Might as well tell them how you really feel.
"Nothing is really going according to plan" you chuckle speaking up again, more somberly this time.
"I feel this suffocating pressure just to push everything down and lock it away, because there is no way Si- she will reciprocate my feelings, you know, erhm Lily. I thought I could ignore it, but for some reason I can't seem to." You trailed off, opening your eyes when you were meet with a few seconds of silence.
Immediately you're wondering if you went too real with it, do boys even talk to each other like that? Did they notice your slip up?
But on the other hand, it feels natural to talk with them like this. Since first year Remus, Sirius and Peter has always been your brothers friends first, yours second. He's more or less the glue keeping them together, and you're just his sister, someone they tolerate because of James.
Which ofcourse makes your infatuation with Sirius quite difficult.
Who would want to date their best mates sister? Not even mentioning the fact that James will have a fit, if he ever finds out just how much in love with Sirius you are.
For merlins sake.
Against your better judgement, you open the wooden door, awaiting their reactions, half expecting them to mock you.
Immediately you're tackled by Sirius who's pulling you into a hug, which is so comforting, and oh god he's still shirtless.
"Thank you for sharing that" Remus extends his hand to your shoulder offering you a gloomy smile.
A few seconds later Sirius releases you from his grip, you grimace slightly finding that you are missing his warmth already.
"Let's just go to sleep, I'll feel better in the morning" you whisper, closing the door behind you. The boys nodd, silently agreeing.
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You've been painfully awake for about an hour now, wanting to be completely sure the boys are fast asleep before you sneak out.
The floor is cold beneath your feet, tiptoeing to freedom, the darkness almost hindering you in finding the handle. A few seconds later you desend down the stairs victorius, relief rushing over you, as you spot James (or rather youself) sitting on the couch.
"Where have you been?" James hisses as soon as you plop down next to him.
"Relax, I couldn't get away until now" you explain.
"This was a very bad idea" James groans, looking rather adorable in his current position with his arms crossed.
"Tell me about it" you agree running your hand over your face, after handing him his glasses back as he mutters a quiet thank you.
You both sit in silence for a bit, until you ask him how his evening went. The commonroom is dimly lit by the orange and yellow nuances from the fireplace, the warmth offering you both much needed comfort.
"Well, not ideal" James hesitated.
"Or rather it was going really well until Lily went to change into her pyjamas" He covered his face, blushing at the memory.
"James Fleamont Potter" Shock overtaking your features, but before you could scold him, he interrups you.
"Don't worry, I didn't see anything"
"Good"
"because I fainted"
"YOU WHAT"
"Lower your voice" he snaps back, slumping his shoulders, looking around the empty commonroom wearily.
"It's fine, I played it off as a period thing"
At this point you're flabbergasted, not even wanting to agknowledge your twins basic lack of understanding about female anatomy, so you let it go. You'll have to deal with this in the morning...
#remus lupin#sirius black#the marauders#harry potter#sirius black x reader#marauders fanfiction#peter pettigrew#self insert#james potter#potter!reader
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THATS SO TRUE!
synopsis: you and chris broke up not that long ago, but still stayed friends. what if one day he brings his new girl to you and the triplets movie night?
pairing: ex! chris sturniolo & f! reader
warning: use of y/n, jealousy, anxiety attack!!, emotionally/micro-cheating
you sat on the triplets couch with matt right next to you. while scrolling on your phone you hear chris, “hey guys, is it okay if i invite amelia over?” he says walking down the stairs.
amelia is chris’ new girl, and she’s absolutely gorgeous. blue eyes, blonde hair and just everything you would want to be. you and chris broke up almost a month ago because he felt that he didn’t love you enough, but you continued to be okay with each other due to you still being friends with nick and matt.
“oh yeah that’s fine with me,” nick says as matt just nods. you turn your head to look at chris, just for him to be staring at you already. “i don’t care” you say to him.
but in all honesty, you did care. knowing how quickly he moved on from you hurt like hell. you physically could not believe that he found a new girl so quickly after being together for 8 months.
chris’ tongue glides over his teeth as he looks at you and walks away. matt taps on your knee, you look over at him and he mouths, “you okay?” you smile at him and say, “of course.”
a few minutes pass by, all 4 of you guys were just sitting on the couch until you hear the door knock a few times. chris sat up enthusiastically and basically ran to the door. when the door opens you hear, “hi baby!” assumingely enough it was amelia.
she and chris walk up towards the couch and stand in the middle of the living room. “amelia this is nick, matt and y/n. guys this is amelia.” he says with a soft smile on his face.
you sat at the end of the couch and of course, chris and amelia sat on the other end which had a clear view of them both. perfect, you thought to yourself.
chris looks straight at you keeping eye contact. his hands go up to her hair that was perfectly tied in a bun, his fingers wrap around the black hair tie while he whispers something in her ear. chris pulls the hair tie off and lets her hair free.
you bite your tongue and watch in silence. you knew he was doing this to hurt you, to get a reaction out of you. chris used to let your hair down the same way, and now he’s doing it with her. you knew exactly how chris thought. you knew what he was thinking while doing that.
your eyes shift over to amelia, her big blue eyes, pouty glossed lips, healthy blonde hair. does she know you and chris are exes? does she know you and chris broke up a month ago? how could anybody hate her? she’s so beautiful and cool. but for some reason something in you makes you hate her.
as you stare at amelia in awe, chris stares at you. he sees the way your eyes are glossing, the way your lip starts trembling and the way you play with the rings on your fingers from anxiety. suddenly, you stand up quickly turning around and letting out the softest, “i’ll be back.”
reaching the bathroom with tears slowly falling down your blushed cheeks. you close the door shut, both hands find the edge of the cold counter. you lean down looking at the white colored sink. breathing starts to pick up, your chest begins to move up and down at a rapid pace.
you try to wipe the tears rolling down but they would not stop coming out. tears after tears, the door is knocked on. you turn around trying to calm down your breathing, but nothing is helping. your hand reaches the doorknob and twists it open.
on the other side of the door stood chris. he looks at you with worry and pushes the door open fully, letting himself in. immediately, your pulled into his chest. chris runs his hands through your hair, “shh it’s okay.” he says to you trying to calm you down. you breathe in deeply smelling his familiar cologne and start to match your breathing to his.
a few moments pass by and you guys are still in the same position. as you find your breathing and started to calm down, you push yourself away from chris, “please don’t do this now” you beg him.
“what? what do you mean?” he asks confused. “stop trying to act like we’re okay, especially after doing that in front of me,” you say feeling tears build up once again. “do what?”
you scoff in his face wiping your tears which most likely caused mascara to smear down, “bringing your new girl over then staring at me the entire time! you can’t just do that chris?!” you start to raise your voice feeling irritated.
chris stutters, “well..sorry.” he says very unsure with his own words. “just leave me alone christopher.” you say turning around and facing the mirror, but chris didn’t move, he just stayed there behind you. watching as you broke in pieces
a/n - sorry if this is really bad..i wrote this high off my mind at 3am 😭😭
#sturn5iolo#sturniolo angst#sturniolo fanfic#sturniolo x reader#sturniolo smut#christopher sturniolo#matthew sturniolo#nick sturniolo#chris sturniolo#sturniolo triplets#matt sturniolo#nicolas sturniolo#that’s so true#gracie abrams#sturniolo#matt sturniolo x reader#chris sturniolo x reader
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Anderson pt. 2 - Abby (Tlou2)
NSFW tags- pure filth, sub!abby, needy!abby, thigh-riding (a!receiving), finger-sucking (r!receiving), kind of public, i think thats it, 18+
authors note: short follow up for my previous abby fic!! gang i want to write for sevika again, lmk what we want to see and i'll make it happen 😼
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abby had been eyeing you all patrol,
her gaze was burning into your back while you joked with manny and checked for infected
you knew abby was still worked up, every time you spoke to her you saw her cheeks flash pink
and you absolutely loved it
you loved having her blubbering, knowing you had more power then her elated you
"no jokes today, abby?" you asked innocently, smirking over at manny
"shut up." her tone was intense, you for sure struck a nerve, and you definitely wanted to keep pushing it
"that's too bad, normally you're so loud"
suddenly, you felt her big hand wrap around your arm, pulling you into the closest room
mannys chuckles could be heard outside the door, and you heard his steps depart up the stairs, probably to keep watch
not that you cared, it was hard to care about anything except abbys hands desperately roaming your body,
her lips met yours, and her tounge aggressively explored your mouth,
normally, you would urge her to slow down, but you knew she needed it today considering how badly you'd denied her
that's why you weren't at all surprised with how needy she was being
abbys hands trailed down your arms, wrapping around yours, and bringing one of your hands down to her cunt
your fingers landed directly on a wet spot soaking through her jeans, much to your surprise
"jesus, anderson." you teased, wrapping your arm around her waist
"shut up, just fix it" she whined, sending a jolt straight to your own pussy
"that's not how we ask nicely, is it?" the condescension in your voice drove abby crazy, but she was too smart to deny you
"fix it..." she sighed, clamping her eyes shut "please."
the smirk plastered on your face would've pissed abby off if she wasn't so horny.
her back hit the wall as you pressed her up against it, slotting your thigh in-between hers
pleasure coarsed through her as your thigh rubbed perfectly on her clit,
the friction was just enough to pull needy mewls from the muscular woman
you felt your whole body shiver as she rested her forehead on your shoulder, bringing her lewd sounds that much closer
pawing hands landed on every inch of your body as abby tried to find purchase on you
eventually, her hands ended up in your hair, pulling it every time you moved your thigh
she took it upon herself to grind her hips down, desperately trying to increase the friction on her clothed cunt
abby was already close to her climax, her moans increasing in pitch as she moved her hips faster
"gonna cum for me, anderson?" you spoke into her ear, eliciting a particularly loud moan that you had to stiffle with your hand
her grip on your hair tightened as she pulled you back, choosing to smash your lips together aggressively
her hand traveled from your hair to your jaw, gripping it tight and pulling you back
she watched with furrowed brows as she moved her free hand up to your mouth, curiously placing her middle finger on your tounge
your eyes met hers as you wrapped your lips around her digit, starting to suck it into your mouth
abby swore she was going to cum right there, watching you suck her off while she rode your thigh
her finger moved in and out of your mouth, practically fucking your face,
so you made sure to put on a show, sloppily taking it all in your mouth and swirling your tounge
abbys eyes practically rolled to the back of her head at the sight, and you watched as she unraveled on you,
her pretty face twisted up as she came, feverishly grinding down on your thigh to get herself through it
her finger pulled out of your mouth with a pop, and abby made sure to maintain eye contact while she put her digit in her own mouth
"oh my god.." you whispered, too turned on at the sight to try and maintain the dynamic you had earlier reveled in
she smirked as a heavy hand landed on your ass, staying as she guided you out of the room
her lips tickled your ear as she whispered "im gonna need you to meet me in my room tonight"
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guys this was 3 am filth that i just now finished, i hope you love it. need a buff woman's fingers in my mouth while i fuck her whattt who said that
made a pt 2 for my gang : @ghgygd and @honeygiii123
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Do Not Text
modern!ex!aegon x fem!reader
Summary: You go to a party just to make your ex come and pick you up in a jealous rage.
Warnings: 18+ drinking, swearing, vulgar language, ig degradation but i feel like thats such an intense word, one cigarette, fingering, p in v, unprotected, a couple spanks
Authors Note: 2% plot 98% toxic porn sry 🫡 also new style of header that i’m trying out
Word Count: 2.5k
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You had to practically beg your friends to go to this party. Apparently it’s a crime to have fun in the middle of the week. Thankfully all it took was a couple of shots and ensuring you were all sharing your locations. Once you all stepped into the house you all spread out and went in your own directions to enjoy yourselves.
You were relieved to see the drink table had decent options and took your chances with the mysterious colored bowl. It burned going down your throat but you shrugged and downed the cup before filling it up again. You turn and scope out the area before downing your drink again and making your way into the crowd. Your heart stutters when you see a head of platinum hair but when the person faces you it’s just a girl. Fucking blondes.
You pull a man with dark curly hair into your arms and get lost in him for a couple minutes. His hands are grabby and his touch doesn’t offer you the heat you’re looking for. You whisper into his ear to find someone else before you disappear into the crowd. You find yourself at the drink table again with a cup of that burning liquid and pull out your phone.
you: i fucking hate you
do not text!!: i hate you
you: come pick me up
do not text!!: so you're drunk lmfao
you: says the alcoholic
do not text!!: fuck you
You go to throw your phone but remember your surroundings. You stare at the screen, willing it to burst into flames. The drink in your hand is downed and refilled once more. You turn and find the curly dark haired stranger looking at you with a smile.
“I can’t find anyone as perfect as you.” his line makes your stomach twist but Gods you just want to make out with someone. You pull him to your lips and you wince at his taste and his hands are quick to find your ass. There’s only one person who knows what you like and he won’t come to you without the right incentive.
“Take a picture of us. I’m trying to piss someone off.” you mumble against the man’s lips. He seems to have no care for being used in your petty game and snaps the picture. You send it and look up to him shrugging your shoulders. “You’ll find someone better than me. I’m not worth it.” you pat his chest offering him a half hearted smile before filling up your cup again. You chuckle at your phone reading the texts as they come through.
do not text!!: send me your address
do not next!!: now
do not text!!: you have your read receipts on dumbass now answer me
you: no he said he’ll take care of me
do not text!!: tell me where you are
*do not text!! calling…*
“I can’t hear you, I'm at a party.” you shout picking up the phone.
“Go outside then.” you hear his engine revving. “Tell me where you are.” you giggle into the phone at his tone.
“I told you I’m at a party.” you push through the bodies to get to the front lawn. “Does someone have a cigarette?” you whine and watch a couple men walk up to you with packs open.
“Give me the address.” he enunciates every word.
“Mm, thank you.” you smile as another man lights your cigarette. “Do you know the address?” you look around.
“I can give you a ride home if you need, baby.” the man who gave you the cigarette says.
“I could give you a ride you won’t forget.” the one who had the lighter smirks.
“You see how they treat me, asshole?” you mumble into the phone.
“Get the fucking address. They only want your pussy and you know that.” his voice is dripping with anger. You finally get the address out of the man at the door and mumble it into the phone before hanging up.
“Someone get me another cup, please.” you push your bottom lip out and one of the men rushes into the house. You take a seat on the steps and smoke your cigarette and smile when a cup is put into your waiting hands. You only get a sip before you frown when someone’s hand slaps it onto the ground.
“Get up.” you look up and start giggling at his expression. “Let’s go.” your cigarette is next to be tossed and soon you’re being pulled to the car.
“Aegon, slow down, I'm going to fall.” you tug his hand back. He grunts and yanks you to the car.
“Are you fucking serious?” his voice low. He gets you into the passenger seat and leans over to put your seatbelt on.
“Acting like you care all of a sudden?” giggles fall from your lips and you tangle your fingers in his hair. He grabs your hand and places it on your lap before slamming the door shut.
“Are you fucking stupid?” Aegon turns to you and you sit there trying to stifle your laughter. “Oh my fucking Gods.” his fingers dig into the steering wheel as he peels away from the house. He doesn’t care that you broke up two weeks ago, you're still his.
“I’m surprised you’re even sober.” you roll your head to the side and look at him. “Fuck Aegon, you’re so pretty.” you watch his nostrils flare and you start to giggle again.
“You’ve been calling me to pick you up almost every day.” he mutters. Of course he’s been sober, he needs to be there to come get you. This is your stupid game you’ve been playing.
“Are you gonna take me home?” you turn in the seat. “Hm? Are you one of the guys that just wants my pussy?” you run your hands up your legs.
“Who was the dude in the picture? I didn’t see him outside taking care of you like you said he was.” he turns to you at the stoplight.
“Just someone to make out with. He couldn’t touch me the way you do.” you pout your lips at him and he scoffs before turning his attention to the light turning green.
“You’re the one who broke up with me.” he shakes his head.
“So?” you turn to him and he stares straight ahead. The rest of the ride through his neighborhood is silent and you smile seeing him pull into the driveway of his house.
“Out of the car.” he unbuckles both of your seatbelts and is waiting for you outside. You sit in the car and wait for him to open the door for you. A smile spreads across your face as he storms over to the door and pulls it open. “I will leave you out here.” you step out of the car and cling onto his arm.
“I was just waiting for you to get the door for me. You used to be so sweet to me.” he tugs you into the front door.
“Be quiet.” he hisses and starts to pull you up the stairs.
“Are you mad at me?” you turn to him once he clicks his door shut.
“Very.” you smile seeing his dark eyes. “You think this is funny? You throw yourself onto these fucking guys and have the audacity to send me a fucking picture? Fuck that.” his hand engulfs your face, pulling your chin up.
“Aeg-“
“No.” he shakes his head covering your mouth with his hand. “I don’t want to hear it tonight. You’re just here for one thing so get on the bed. Go on.” he nods to the bed, removing his hands from you. “This is why you wore this little dress, right?” you lay on the bed on your back.
“Please,” you whine looking up at him. You start to spread your thighs and he groans before grabbing your leg and flipping you onto your stomach.
“Ass up.” he taps your thighs. “Pull your dress up.” he clenches his jaw seeing the wet spot on your panties as you push your ass back towards him. You turn your head and watch his features darken. “I don’t even know why you broke up with me if you’re just going to beg for me to fuck you everyday still.” he slides his fingers down over your panties.
“Why are you so wet?” he chuckles, pulling your panties to the side. “Hm? I thought you hated me. Why’s your pussy crying for me then? Begging me to fuck you the way you like.” you whimper at his words as he pushes two fingers into you. You rock your hips back onto his fingers and he brings his thumb down to circle your bud. His fingers move quicker as you softly roll your hips into his hand. You hear the shuffle of clothes and suddenly his fingers have disappeared.
“Aegon,” you gasp as he slams into you. He leans over you, pressing you into his bed as he hammers into you.
“This is what you wanted?” he grunts into your ear as you push back into him. You cry out his name and he chuckles pushing your head into the mattress. “You think those fucking losers at that party know what you like? How to fuck you so you’re nice and sweet for them?” his words cause more pleasure to pool in your lower stomach.
“Please, just like that.” your hand grabs for his arm pressed onto your back. He lets out a low chuckle and his pace becomes almost nonexistent. “Please,” you whine pressing back into him. “Please, please,” your nails dig into his arm.
“Gods you should fucking hear yourself.” he slowly rolls his hips into you. “Maybe I should stop letting you come when you come over. Just use this little pussy for my pleasure.” you whimper at his words. “But the feeling of you squeezing me so tightly is something I’ll want forever.” he whispers before he starts to pound into you again.
There’s no coherent words coming out of your mouth as you slide against his bed as he slams into you. The sounds of skin on skin is in competition with the sounds of your wetness seeping out of you. His low words have your toes curling and with every snap of his hips your pleasure spirals closer to the edge.
“If you wanna come ask.” he grunts. “I know you’re about to.” his hands grip your waist.
“Can I,” you gasp as his hand lands on your ass. “Can I come, Aegon? Please.” your pleasure is on the cusp and you won’t be able to hold it off for much longer. “Aegon please, yes,” his hand lands on your ass once more.
“Then come.” he rasps pounding into you. You fall apart around him crying out his name. “Fuck you feel so good.” his fingers dig into your skin promising bruises in the morning. “I’m gonna ruin this dress so you can’t wear it out.” you whine as he slips out of you. You turn and watch him fist himself before he starts to paint his pleasure across the back of your dress and on your ass.
“Aegon,” you whine scrunching your brows.
“I don’t give a fuck about this dress or your whining.” he laughs collapsing on the bed next to you.
“I want you to fuck me again.” you turn your head to him with a pout.
“I’m sure you do.” he chuckles watching you sit up on your knees. “Take your dress off. I don’t need it to make a mess in my bed.” you start to pull off your dress watching Aegon lick his lips at every inch of exposed skin.
“Fuck me. Please Aegon.” you straddle his hips and start to slide against him. “Please, please.” you lean down to kiss him and he turns his head.
“No kissing. We’re not together anymore.” you groan, burying your head in his neck while starting to roll your hips.
“Just one kiss?” you whine feeling him start to harden.
“No.” he chuckles, enjoying your desperation. You press your lips against his neck as you continue to rock against him. Aegon tries his hardest to hold himself together but your soft whimpers and small kisses are slowly making him lose his composure. “Then line me up so you can fuck yourself on me.” he grits out through his teeth.
“Thank you.” you kiss his neck quickly before grabbing his length. Aegon groans as you sink down onto him. You lean back down and start to slowly bounce against him. “I wanna kiss you so bad, Aeg.” your words a question.
“That sucks.” you furrow your brows as you stop your movements.
“I hate you.” you dig your nails into his chest. “You should be quiet. I hate you.” you slam your hand over his mouth and you watch his eyebrows raise. You lean down as you start to move again and look at him. “All you’re good for is your dick. I hate you so much.” your words start to slur as you start to bounce faster.
His hips jerk up to meet yours and with one hard thrust you fall against his chest. His arms wrap around your waist as he starts to slam his hips up into you. A gasp falls from your mouth as his fingers dig into your ass to push you down to meet his thrusts. Your hand moves from his mouth to dig into the sheets as he continues to pound up into you.
“Can’t even fuck yourself on me properly. I always have to do it for you.” his words leave you whimpering in his neck. He stops his movements and you whine starting to grind against him. “Look at you so fucking desperate for me.” you slow your movements and half smile as he lets out a low groan.
“You’re just as desperate.” your words breathy and soon lost as he flips you. Your legs wrap around his waist and he chuckles starting to push into you. His thrusts become more erratic and your fingers dig into his back. “Kiss me.” you pant and he dips his head down to hover over your lips.
“No.” his lips barely brush yours but it leaves you trembling. His hair curtains around your face as you stare at each other getting lost in the feeling. His hips snap into you and your breath catches as your pleasure pulses through you. “Fuck.” his eyes shut and you feel his warmth spread.
“I hate you.” you’re still clinging against him. He unwraps your legs and lets them fall open on the bed before rolling off of you. You watch him pull the blankets up and tug some for yourself.
“Yeah. Go to bed.” he mumbles rolling over.
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beloved pet.
☆ karasu x reader (gender not mentioned)
★ reader is pretty shitty all things considered | toxic couple dynamics | I DON'T CONDONE ANY OF THE (implied??) ACTIONS
notes: inspired by the songs beloved cat-> biz/LOLUET + my first time writing shitty people who're selfaware so please bare with me + ORIGINALLY was going to be kaiser but theres wine bottle hitting in the MV and i thought that i rather not write that
sypnosis -> during one night does karasu scale his surroundings like he does on the field, except now he uses it to learn more about the relationship he finds himself loving.
any normal person would leave right after you showed the signs, the signs that you weren't normal, you didn't think like a normal person, not normal about things, and sure as hell didn't do normal things.
but he wasn't exactly normal either, was he?
or maybe he was, and thats why he trapped himself in the cage of your love.
he didn't know how many hours had passed with this cold shackle grasping his neck, cold and barely heavy chains rolled off his shoulder and onto the bed, the curtains blocked the sky from giving him an idea of what time it was.
but all things considered, he knew he couldn't escape it.
he wouldn't.
even if the chain clasped around his neck and felt easy to break, Karasu knew better than to try and move against the impossible force, he knew his options were tied, but could you blame him?
you were just so cute and so eager to love him, and how could he refuse your affection? he'd be a fool to leave a ravishing figure like you, a fine little gal in a world of mindless fools.
oh but the pleasure of seeing you as a peer to a friend would be nothing compared to what the raven haired had felt a bit after the relationship was made official.
and what he found out after was nothing but a thrill to experience, it felt like with each day you spent together, the more transparent you became to him, more naked.
your silly antics like patting his hair, or whispering praises & cotton soft words, your soft caresses on his bed at night started to feel more calculated, oh he wasn't blind to any of that, you'd both be fools to assume that any of these things were to be gone unnoticed.
but he never minded any of it, especially if it meant you'd stay with him and kept lulling him to sleep with your soft charms, than his lips are sealed. whether he likes it or not.
karasu shifts in his spot in bed a bit more, feeling the shallow warmth over his body from his covers, it didn't even feel comfortable in his own bed anymore because of that fucking chain. it scales his senses to be chilly yet comforting, to remind him he's not alone.
it loops around his body, the most prominent one on his neck, that one was easy to feel, but there was soft weight rolling aournd his muscular torso, and even if the voices inside were whining and moaning to break the tiny metal vines, he ultimately ignored both the feeling and the voices.
it was easier to sit in this loving cage than trying to struggle to get out, even if the texture of the rusty chains would itch his skin like an annoying cat.
then came to the slightly more heavy metal bonds, cold snakes of silver could be felt entangled with his own legs, mocking the feeling of someone caring and cuddling with him as he slept.
as he drunk in his own observations of everything, he cracks open an eye, his surroundings confirmed himself to be on his bed, as for the chilly metal ropes he feels cuffing his limbs and neck..
his once vibrant purple eyes scale his physical surroundings, nothing out of the ordinary, just the way he had left it, he's about to lower his eyelids when a shiver seized him by the spine.
he tilts his head ever so slightly to see what was going on behind him, and thats when it hit him.
it was never chains or shackles or.. anything!
it was always you.
your legs in between his curled slightly around his thighs, your cheek resting on his nape buried deeper, your breaths pushing against his bare skin the intimate contact that wasn't even contact.
your arms around his torso only tightened ever so slightly, clinging onto him, bounding him to the bed, bounding himself to you.
like he was some pet, cuffed to their post, waiting for their owner to come home.
erm that was lowkey unorganized im sorry
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Im just warning that bitch. I heard sjes a fuckn moron. She can act dort of but etill ill boot her down the stairs. Maybe you do Emms but i fear no moron. The smericans ate fuckn morons. Ha ha ga you mnow that everyone dies. How ya doin trump? Ya fat headed fuck. That giy thinks we re gonna listen or obey hos stupid orders. All hid followers wexll jusy shoot them. Watch and see how yhey never get hear my base Emma or go on area. I e bern to the bade i have an office there. Its not as advanced as my base. Anyway fattysmluke before when he was there hes like ibwanna see area 51. We re like do you wanna fuckn die fo ya. No joke thats we say timpresidents and then they shit yhe fuck up. We re i ches away ftom shooting elon lusk. Trump eoildnt sctuslly care. Ha ha hes tje worst msn alive and the wordt froend snyone can have. Not like you and me. Hiwd thag stupid eay finnes doin. Did he shit his stupid monkey trap like i telt him. Buddy ive burtied more peopke than aids im comin over. Shut up before inget there any of yas. Theyll let me hint yoy doen and i fuckn will. I font jeed a hun you dont jnow how deadly i sm but youll find our the hard way i know it because youre a fucking asshole sir. Ha ha ya im a bigger badder one. I. The stsyes yheg calked me the plague for awhile. Cause i lurdrred do nany anericans stupuc whattya mean why? Snd i cane off atea 51 im gonna throw you arpund like a rag doll. So just shut your fuckn stupid teap abd keep it shit sie abd i wont hsve to break yiyr fucon pencil bitch neck. I emsaculate any nan. In jaol yiyd bs cleani g my fuckn toolet if i was that way. But om not an american i just hinted them for years. Im half american and canadian i hate both of em. Im better by bring a bit of both. Unlike you. You sir ate a pure fuckn lymie fuck. And if i see you i wolmstop and talk. Theyll find you atbyhe vttom of a staircas ex with a broken fyvkn jeck like trumps ex was flund. That fat fuckn retard is like i wanna see area 51. So you aanna die is the response he got. I run north america. Watch this ya stupid lymie fuck. Sorry Emma but youre half french thats why you have a softer ki der nature. No no ones snart sweetie not compated to ke no one. Youll find that out immediately if you try n get snartvwith me. I wanna see area 51 he dfuckn said that. Their exact resonse waz do you wanna die go ta. Nobody but the hoghest security ckearence individuaks go on area 51z that means ne a few other people. No president has ever se foot on that base Emma. I run the earyh. So its fun to know ne if im yoyr froend ill slsp anyone rlse pur. No om smart yeyte as intellugent as a brick is compared to me. Only a brick is more useful.
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Some snippets from DA dev Luke Barrett on the unofficial BioWare forum, cut for length:
DA:I -
User: "I am still convinced that Bioware cut the healing spells and went with barriers instead because of the Multiplayer." Luke Barrett: I can't speak to any other games directly but I can give a bit of historic context for DAI. The game was initially a more dungeon/linear delving - see how far you can get - experience and there was no barrier of any kind. As a side note: healing has always been a hot topic in design because as soon as you include it there are many other conceits you now need take into consideration for the gameplay - one of which I will call 'the Anders problem'. Anyway, as DAI got the date moved and shifted more into the pseudo-openworld the concept of attrition (see how far you can get before having to return to camp) became less relevant and we needed to help the Players have more moment-to-moment agency around their survival. Unfortunately for various reasons (one of which is the sad reality of designing a game with a shifting timeline) the healing couldn't be re-added so we ended up with more of a mitigation strategy in the barrier system. It went through a lot of iterations but eventually landed on what it shipped with which I would call... acceptable (but just barely). Now, I will concede that a part of the reason it didn't return after that shift was an aversion to holy trinity gameplay specifically for MP but it wasn't the core reason. As a side story, trying to balance the game (as that was my job on DAI - and yes, it could be much better haha) we had to all but force Players to take barrier. It is intentionally the first skill in the first tree for the Mage and all the autolevel (I also handled that) is designed to get it right away." [source]
User: "Merry Christmas Luke! Sooo what was the hardest class you had to balance? [DA:I]" Luke Barrett: "I feel like anyone who was around for the post-launch content will already know the answer to this as it was the bane of my existence when I got put exclusively on MP after launch but the Knight-Enchanter barrier absorbing was a pain. Stuff like that is very challenging to feel good without being broken as they are relative to damage so scaling is fairly open-ended. Too little and the casual players won't get use out of it, too much and the character builders will be wildly OP. We actually had a 'no nerfing' guideline for the SP side so it was a hard battle to fix that silly thing 🙃." [source]
"As a fun fact, I did all the logic for autolevel on DAI and the guideline I was given was literally "make functional builds, but don't make something optimal that you'd play"." [source]
DA:TV -
User: "If you can, say thanks to the people making the no die option possible." Luke Barrett: "Done! My team handles this stuff so I let them know 😊" [source]
"Comically, I designed the majority of the items and skills and I am still finding it fun making awesome builds (been almost entirely doing playthroughs lately" [source]
"Was really important to the team that everyone could play the way that felt best to them." [source]
"Each specialization has a focus around a few specific mechanics, some of which are the weapons or damage types but you can go off script and make it work for sure (this was intentional in the designs)." [source]
"I designed all the skills and so they're each enjoyable to me to some extent. I have been playing through the game over and over the last couple months for balance purposes so I've played them all fairly extensively." [source]
User: "Necrotic sounds like it could be either Spirit or Nature." User: "For Rogue, it replace "poison". For Mage, it replace spirit (Spirit bomb). For Warrior, it's more spirit (especially Reaper), but some skills could work as poison too. So basically they merged spirit and nature." Luke Barrett: "Thats pretty close to spot on. They were actually heavily iterated on throughout development - I can't (at least currently) go into specifics as to why though." [source]
"the target for the progression vision is that you can make a viable build out of almost** any aspect of the gameplay." [source]
"As for timelines, We started DA4 in October of 2015 roughly. The entire team was moved to MEA for about 3-4 months to help it ship and I also spent all of 3 weeks helping out on Anthem. But otherwise I've been on some incarnation of DA4 for about 9 years now - pretty ready for it to release 😅." [source]
"yes, years of working on the same thing can cause some burnout but I've played through the full game probably about 8 times in the last few months and it's still fun (though some of the specific levels that haven't changed in a long time I've done 50+ times easily and I could do without ever seeing them again 😂)." [source]
User: "I do kind of feel that at this point the DA team has put so much work into creating and improving their tools and learning the ins and outs of Frostbite [...] But who knows what the devs in the trenches really feel" Luke Barrett: "I will say it does some things very well and some things poorly, relative to other engines. Personally I really enjoy Frostbite but I've been using it since 2012. In an ideal world, many engines would be viable and developers would make games suited to the strengths of a specific engine." [source]
User: "Since this game is much more stat heavy than prior titles, specifically when it comes to skills and gear, there's likely a need for some balance changes to be made post-launch. Does the game being playable completely offline hinder the data capture side for your team (in terms of analytics), or is this a non-factor?" Luke Barrett: "Generally speaking, most people leave data analytics on so we get more than enough data coming in. Additionally, I'll personally be watching several channels for things that are underperforming (relatively speaking) and not have to nerf anything. The rpg side is vast though and I'm sure people will find OP combinations/synergies that might need 'adjustments' but as long as it's fun and not an "I win" button that trivializes combat I'm pretty cool with it." [source]
Luke Barrett: "I can safely say there are many builds for each class that will feel very powerful if you're not on the highest difficulty 😉. What I'm really excited for is when the guides comes out that show people the fastest way to get some of the uniques that unlock 'special' gameplay 😊. Let's just say I love the feeling of rushing to Patches in DS1 and kicking him off the bridge for the Crescent Axe (iykyk)." [source] User: "Speaking of guides. Will there be a guidebook like there was for DAI? " Luke Barrett: "Not that I'm aware of but I'm happy to help feed info to somewhere like fextralife or the dragon age wiki after a week or so to help with those pursuits. Have to leave some time for exploration and discovery before the optimizers streamline the experience 😉" [source]
"Effectively, at least until the game launches (and likely a week or so after), you won't get anything interesting out of any of the devs save Mike Gamble or John Epler. Longer term I hope to be very active, at least for build mechanics and all the combat/rpg nuts and bolts conversations." [source]
"I started "da4" in October 2015 and so after 9 years of effort (minus 3 months on Andromeda) I'm quite excited for tomorrow and the launch week. I don't know if I'd say nervous, I feel pretty confident in the product, but definitely that eager kid before Christmas feeling 😊" [source]
"As the person who did all the balance, I will say that if you are comprehending how to make a cohesive build and understand the combat mechanics, you should play on Underdog. One of the downsides to having a lot of power growth vectors is the difference between people who engage vs those that don't becomes a chasm quite quickly. If you start blowing enemies up rapidly, turn up the difficulty (or play on nightmare where that will not be the case) - basically if it ever feels super easy or like enemies are health sponges you're probably on the wrong setting for your skill level. The custom difficulty settings are there to make the gameplay enjoyable (for whatever that means to you)." [source]
"As a tip from me, the balance is subtly tipped in the players favor until the last fight of the 3rd combat mission. Be warned if it's feeling too easy you may want to wait until after that to decide." [source]
[on DA MP] Luke Barrett: "It was actually pretty fun but very much not what most people wanted us to make (including internally). Also we had, let's say, limited staff who had a passion and background in MP so it was definitely the right call to go SP only. Now, it would have been nice had we just started that way but so it goes sometimes." [source] User: "You still play it yourself from time to time (DA MP), or have you left it be?" Luke Barrett: "After playing variations of DA4 for so many years (9!!!) it's hard to go back to anything with DAI controls/gameplay speed. Even the initial Joplin prototypes I was doing were much more snappy/twitchy - for everything good about DAI the combat was definitely in the middle of two different styles." [source]
[on aiming bows] "we actually used to have separate buttons for ADS and ranged attack but it was wildly overloading the controller. These RPG games need controllers with at least 2 more buttons (fingers crossed for the next gen)" [source]
User: "After the last few games, I'm really surprised by the current skill... tree?" Luke Barrett: "I call it a skill graph - aside from the beginning where you have 3 choices the entirety of it is 2 choice splits and it'll essentially make a build for you. Just go a little at a time and aim for whatever specialization seems most fun to you 😄" [source]
"Loot is not random so theoretically guides with drop locations should appear pretty soon." [source]
"Yep, Spellblade is the only spec that directly impacts fire damage but you can get benefits from most of them and still go fire. As for the specs, yes it would have been nice to support all of them but just wasn't in scope unfortunately. Mage has Mourn-Watch, Shadow Dragons, and Antivan Crows specializations - only the Rogue has a Veiljumper one. Deathcaller left side you can go beam based and use a Fire weapon. Evoker you'd likely need to do a hybrid ice/fire build." [source]
User: "Bit of a side question, but for those who intend to make more characters, is BioWare considering upping the amount of playable character slots you can have (currently at 3)? Or is there a hardware restriction here given the game is offline playable?" Luke Barrett: "Don't quote me as I don't handle the technical side of this but my understanding is we have to allocate a specific amount of HD space on the consoles so we basically have to pick a limit, relative to our save file sizes, and then divide that by number of careers. I'll inquire if this is something we can increase with an optional download or something but I suspect consoles are stuck that way, unfortunately." [source]
[on Patch 1] "It's been awhile since I actually did the content for this patch so I'd have to check but I have a pretty anti-nerf policy for SP games. I know I fixed up a couple enemies that weren't as hard as they were supposed to be and definitely boosted a bunch of synergistic things though. I'll take a look tomorrow but for those that don't know, the turnaround time on these things is about a month of it's not an emergency due to certification process with consoles. Longer term my goal is to keep an eye in telemetry of any underused abilities and items (or enemies with too many kills under their belt) and audit them just to double check if they need a boost or if people just haven't figured them out yet 😉." [source]
"The equippable items are all predetermined with a minor exception*. Some items are class specific (all the weapons, a small amount of armors and accessories, 2 runes) so when you play a different class you'll see your classes 'version' of that item. Things that are random (from a table/pool) are valuables. Exception: Near the very end of the game we do a few checks on what equipment you haven't acquired. A bunch of those final drops, and inventory on the final merchant, simply find stuff you don't have and give it to you. That's basically the only major RNG we have with loot. If you notice even 99% of the skills and item mods employ an effect after a condition is met X times rather than a more traditional 'proc chance'." [source]
[on modding] "Once this starts to pick up, feel free to PM me if anyone needs help 'finding' assets or has questions about how one might mod something. We don't officially support mods buuuuut we don't have any kind of anti-modding stance either" [source]
"To give the high level gist of the resource economy: - each class starts off with minimal ability usage, this is intentional to force people to learn the other combat mechanics as they're a necessary skill and it's easy to lean on a crutch like ability spam and kiting - abilities are designed to feel powerful on use, thus they all have a decent cost and can't be spammed* - weapon attacks generate your resource - in the bottom right of the center skills area is a node to make each class's resource easier to manage - halfway down all starting segments (N, SW, SE) there is always a node that boosts generation - there are +max nodes on all sides of the skill graph for each class, this is particularly important for the Mage as they start each fight at max - each class can build into being ability focused but starts intentionally rounded - loastly, the first ability is always a resource spender and 1 or 2 of the next available ones will be cooldown gated. It is recommended to have at least one cooldown based ability slotted" [source]
"So loosely the rogue momentum works like this: - each ability costs 50 momentum - hitting enemies generates ~2 momentum per hit (base), you get extra for bow weakpoints - when you are directly hit, you lose 15% of your current momentum, this means the more you hold the more you will lose (this loss has a small cooldown so you don't lose a whole bar when you get hit rapidly) - momentum carries forward between combats (compared to warrior rage which decays when out of combat) If youre having issues, make sure you get that skill in the middle section that reduces momentum loss when hit. As a helpful tip, the Quicken buff generates small amounts of momentum each second so it's a good way to get more if you're having issues." [source]
"I highly recommend using the belt that grants Quicken early game until you can generate momentum faster yourself. And yes, the time dilation affects everything in the world except the Player so all your buffs and things still tick at normal speed" [source]
User: "If I knock an enemy off an edge, if they were supposed to drop something will it appear on the edge, or is it lost for good?" Luke Barrett: "It should appear on the ledge. I will say the 'real' loot from enemy drops are all hand placed. The actual random stuff is just valuables and materials." [source]
" The way it actually works is very complicated with a lot of necessary exceptions but loosely - each ability has a base damage and ones that hit multiple times have an offset multiplier. - That value is multiplied by the sum of all your stat bonuses, conditional bonuses, resist and layer modifiers. - We then subtract enemy defense and multiply by 1-resist (with penetration being calculated here). - this new damage then gets multiplied by 1+crit+weakpointpoint (so those bonuses always feel meaty) and then multiplied by a random number between .95 and 1.05 just to give a little range to the floaties (basically just a presentation thing) - we then multiply again for buffs and debuffs so they, again, always feel meaningful - lastly, we take all added damage and add it flat on top" [source]
"Specific enhancements make enemies immune to the matching affliction. For example, Fire Enchanted enemies are immune to burning. Juggernaut enemies are immune to being staggered but otherwise it should work in everything." [source]
#dragon age: the veilguard#dragon age the veilguard spoilers#dragon age: dreadwolf#dragon age 4#the dread wolf rises#da4#dragon age#bioware#video games#long post#longpost#mass effect#mass effect: andromeda#anthem
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Quirks: Or how not to tokenized your characters
(Disclaimer: this guide doesn't replace research. You still gotta put in the work to portray a culture respectfully and without stereotypes)
When I want to write a character who's from a different background than me (sexuality, gender wise, race, etc) I find that in order to not make that a character a token. I give them two quirks for start, one informed by their identity, but that seems random. And a random one thats actually informed by their identity.
Take my character, Anissa. She's black and Muslim. Moved from the US to the UK for work. OK? I got the foundation. Now let's give her a sorta... strange quirk informed by her background... let's say uhh... she keeps a small bug camera on her shoes.
How's that informed by her background? Well, when she was a kid, she always got her shoes stolen at the mosque by kids who bullied her, and so she started putting sort of prank traps on them and never quite got over that?
That's a good informed quirk cause it tells me something about her (she's kinda distrustful and has baggage from being a bullying survivor) and it's tied to how she was raised, in a Muslim household.
That gives me three character building stuff I can work from:
Backstory
Cultural background
Personality
That's good. Now, for a random, that a first glance seems identity influenced. She wears a black hijab. Cause of her religion? Sure, that's a part of it, she's quite devoted. But her family is rather reformist... but they're also kinda boring. So Anissa has this punk vibe going on: ⬇️
. And she's much more alternative than say, her twin sister, Aisha. Who's always been the golden child. Dressing punk rock is her way of standing out. Again with the three major pillars of a character: Backstory, Personality and Cultural background.
Is this an infallible rule? Nah, I'm just some guy. But like... it kinda works. You know how having a prompt to limit you makes creativity flow better? Well, having a quirk to limit you makes it easier to build a backstory. At least for me.
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For the ask game 💕
💕 Time for a shout-out! What are some of your fav AUs from other creators in the fandom? ⭑ dca au ask game
^-^ ....OK! I shall set down all the cakes on the table for a full buffet! Get your forks & knives out! 🍽️🍽️🍽️
please don't hesitate to let me know if you'd prefer not to be @'d in the future, or to be removed from this post u_u <3 I totally respect folk's preferences!
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@muzzlemouths Dead Mall Dare / DfTR AU(s) Dead Mall Dare was one of the first AUs I read (like, literally. 1-2 months ago!) & I went woooaaah they are fun removed from original context. Isn't that so neat ?? This isn't a rabbithole to fall in, tho. u_u No wayyy guys c'mon ... /j Likewise, DfTR is a treat to watch unfold & see people squirm ^-^
@r0b0-wannabe Botanical Garden AU (or just any of your stories, but I'm.. sticking to the law...s... ) Hi, I stayed up to 2-3am drawing ur boys bc Im normal about this AU & how endearing it is... obviously... (💚) I love your writing style & characterizations. Maybe this is silly, but, I also enjoy learning about plantcare, too :3
@sinister-sincerely 2nd Choice AU Oh, you are so evil. The username matches. (A COMPLIMENT!! Hehe.) Oh, you write drama, angst/no comfort, hurting/damaged characters making awful choices so well. It was wild doing a double-take to realize YOU! are the WRITER for 2nd choice!! Some day, I will get u. For now, run 💜🔪
@wyervan Human!Slasher AU :D Yay! Both the OG/Main storyline are wonderful. I find the community version very endearing as an AU-within-an-AU. (love that!) As someone who used to run RP groups (on god!) it fills my heart with joy to see people filling out a world with so much life. Your art style is delightfully grungy ^-^/
@pluck-heartstrings - Pluck My Heartstrings AU Ohhh. I am weak to fairytale/renfaire vibes, as well as the more classic harlequin jester aesthetic u_u<3 Plus, the Vocalist/Princess is just so dang compelling, too. Your design sense is impeccable.
@moon-buggg Haunted House & Mad Scientist AUs They are both so neat & I can't wait to learn more!! The Haunted House AU designs live in my head rent free along with the comics :3
@zenkaiankoku Broken but Better AU Lovely, torn-up designs! Yay, mechanical horror! Yay, angst!! And a delightful remix of their personalities, too <3
@authormeat Alienware AU ^-^ I am instantly delighted by the weird guy freak energy & that the yn IS an alien/monster. Thats all I want & more. I also love ur designs for other AUs
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And...And... Not.. AU specific, but 🏏💥BAM , BAM 💥🏏 LOVELY FOLKS!!!!!!
🍲 <{ @soupdweller THERE IS NO ESCAPE ok but fr.. I appreciate ya, homie :3 you are a joy to chat with!! beautiful art!! evil mind!! delicious soups. i cant wait for whatever u cook up ^-^ 🐤 <{ @luckyyyduckyyy I WILL READ UR AU STORIES!! RUN & HIDE!!! you are the goofiest goober in the wild west, by goodness. i love ur energy and the gorgeous designs u create!! 🐛 <{ @chickenchirps27 ACK I COULD STARE AT UR ART FOREVER! I'll have to start volleying over illustrators I think ya might enjoy... u are so sweet & funny!! �� <{ @lurking-loaf YOU ARE SO KIND! Seriously, I appreciate the fun craft projects you recommended -& your words of support :') 🔮 <{ @anis-sketches :D HI! Happy to throw recs your way. Also, your art is adorable!! 🌿 <{ @craykaycee HI TO U TOO!! the tags u leave always make me smile, and i appreciate u stopping by to say hi... :3 & MANYMANY MORE BUT I NEED TO CUT MYSELF OFF OR ELSE
Per usual, I lost sight of the original goal. But! Consider:
🏏💥WHAM , BAM 💥🏏 GOTCHU >:)
#pom yaps#dca au ask game#ask games#💚💚💚#taking a sledgehammer & appearing in YOUR walls to say hi :D#this took a few days to type up fhgdshjgf oops
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Kitty!Dylan x Owner!Eric? 😵💫
If u do choose to do this I’ll definitely draw something related to it -🍒
cat!dylan and owner!eric petplay stimboard
if you draw something you for sure gotta tag me in it!
eric was definitely thinking more of a dog thing when it came to this, but he ends up liking dylan being a cat way more then he thought he wouldve.
it would be a lot calmer too - instead of having the rough, hard sex that eric was probably imagining its actually a lot slower and intimate.
you guys know i have to say this, but dylan would be able to arch his back super good and eric likes it a little too much. he will definitely run his hand over the curve and even push him down a little further.
whether whos on top and whos on bottom basically just depends. dylan is probably the one who ends up deciding because thats just the kind of moody cat that he is.
they definitely cuddle a lot in bed. i want dylan to be curled up in erics lap even though itll be awkward and for eric to be petting him and running his hands through his hair….at least until dylan decides hes had enough and gets up.
dylan will bring eric little things here and there like how a cat would - like little trinkets and small things he finds.
dylan wears a bell collar that eric specifically got for him - it doesnt fit quite right because of his weird body proportions but they make it work. the sound is also one of the main things you can hear when theyre getting it on.
eric likes to hold dylans face and rub his thumbs over his cheeks and under his eyes like how you would do to a cat. dylan likes it and always lets it happen - he’ll rest his head in his hands and have his eyes closed while he does it.
eric also definitely holds dylans hands and presses on his fingers like their cat toe pads.
i just need them to nap together. they would be taking so many of them whenever dylans feeling just a tad too tired. he definitely stretches out and it makes it hard for eric to get comfortable but he just has to deal with it.
dylan would be one of those oddly fluffy oriental cats. trust me.
#tcc fandom#tcc tumblr#tccblr#tcctwt#tee cee cee#tccblur#teeceecee#dylan columbine#eric columbine#tcc columbine#columbine tcc#columbine 1999#eric and dylan#dylan and eric#dylric#anoufrievboy stims
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Don’t know if you’re still taking prompts but if you are you should totally write about ford eating out fem!stan for the first time plz🙏
hey anon! sorry i took a really long ass while to respond to this since i couldnt think of any specific scenarios to write this prompt of that wasn't just, you know, the prompt— but it finally hit me like a truck today! and also cuz i was sick and doing this in between homework djdndhdsn
anyway, VERY explicit under this read more, since i got SO carried away, hope you dont mind its the geezers pre-weirdmageddon in this one AND that you dont mind a little sex pollen also ty ty ty so much for your fem!stan request i love it when people enable me dhdndhdbdu also sorry to everyone who exoected a "read more" but tumblr hides my stuff when i do that so heres the warning, please scroll if thats not your thing
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"Constance, get down!"
"Wha—"
It was too late. Cloud of pink glitter exploded in her face and sent her into a coughing fit so hard her lungs shook in her ribcage. She drops to the floor and hears Ford's "Constance!"
Then she hears him fire his space gun. Just out of her periphery was chunks of blue goo that would be a fucking bitch to clean out of the walls and carpet, but la di da, there it was. There isn't a second to groan about that or the way her breathing turned heavy when Ford runs to her side, grabbing at her arm and forcing her to her back.
"Constance, are you okay?"
"Stanford..." Stan wheezes, turning her head into a hafl glare. "What... the HELL was that...?"
Ford's eyes narrow, inspecting her face, before his thumb brushes against her cheek. Stan shivers, a full body quake and confusion over taking her while Ford inspects his thumb. From down here, Stan can only stare because what else can she do when she's down, dizzy with virtigo from whatever magical poison that got sprayed across her face.
From down here, Stan feels the heat from Ford's grip, the pads of his fingers and the large mass of his palm against the bare skin of her arm, tickling the nerves underneath into sending sparks that go through her body and meet at the coil of her stomach. Even Ford's knee, under all that cloth and was much father from her face than Stan seems to think it is, illicited some deep, twisted something in Stan again she hasn't felt in a while.
"Ford?"
Ford's eyes snap back to her, blown and widened with alarm. Suddenly, he grabs her arm again, slips it over his shoulders, the other encircling her back. Stan thinks, alright, he's going to help me up, before a squawk rips from her throat when his arm loops under the back of her knees and lifts her to the air.
"What are you—?!"
"No time to explain, let's go," Ford says with all the urgency of a man on a mission. Carrying her out of their fairy-thing-guts covered living room with way too much ease, he sprints into the giftshop, ignoring Stan's confusion and dragging her into the basement.
It doesn't take a too long to find herself sitting on Ford's desk, trying to pump the breaks on the now doubled speed of her heart and the vibrations that run through out her body, working its ways to adjust to the surrounding. When Ford plopped her down and breathed the same air she did for less than a second, she felt it— ignition to an burnt out furnace suddenly bursting to new life. there was so much heat simmering through her veins, her nerves, every god damn thing was way too much to handle.
She's hot. Ford's desk and the glass plane behind her was cold, cold to a chill, and her thighs clench and rub together, onto the desk, aching for that rub of friction because she needed something hot, hot now, just as hot as her. Her mouth was dry, all the spit went on her tongue to her lips. Things— way too many things jumble in Stan's head, ranging from what the fuck is happening to holy shit, when did Sixer get that strong.
What stood out the most through was her brother saying he messed around with fucking nymphs, and all morning he's been hunted down by them. The one dead by their living room? A fucking nymph-assassin.
"Sixer, what the hell?" She pants, and oh God, she's panting? When the hell did that happen? Stan sucks in a breath again when Ford turns from rummaging through his stuff again to finally throw her a glance. Red hot heat crawls up her neck and she bites down on her lip when his eyes zero in on her squirming, her thighs. Stan might've thought she saw his jaw flex but, fuck if she wasn't also just going delirious.
"Why the hell were you messing around with those things in the first place?"
"I needed something from them, Constance," Ford answers measuredly, and Stan hears another racket from him looking for some goddamn thing through out his mess. "I've made an ammicable deal with them in the past, and now they're pushing for more. That's out of my control."
"I bet you backed out of that deal," Stan accuses, because it was pretty clear to them that Ford wasn't a god damn master of trickery or whatever. "What, you tried to swindle them for more of this fuck-powder? You know they sell viagra at the store?"
"That wasn't what I dealed with them for," Ford mutters lowly and, damn, if it were any other time, Stan would make fun of him. Stan would tease him, laugh at the embarrassed pout on his face, the bright red flush over his cheeks and ears. But she can't, not when Ford's back was what she's staring at, the broad, plane of his back and wide slopes of his shoulders, hidden under that stupid trenchcoat and sweater combo.
Where they could be ripped off and Stan could see all the things she never would have imagined her cute, nerdy but unappreciatedly handsome brother growing into if not for the one perk of getting shoved into a portal to whole universes of things trying to kill him. When she couldn't imagine him getting any hotter than he already—
They're back, those stupid god damn fantasies. They came at night, they came in the morning. They came whenever she and Ford would pass each other in the hall in their mutual agreement of no-talking, and his shadow almost engulfs her completely nowadays, and all she thinks is how stupid this whole avoiding each other thing is and they could be siblings as thick as thieves again.
Or even better— Ford could shove her into the wall and kiss her until she can't breathe. He could let her push that coat of his shoulders and sweater off his back so Stan's hands could crawl up them again. He could bite her neck, unbutton her blouse and pants, put one of those big palms to use and grope and squeeze around her tits, put those extra fingers to use and slip them into her pants, underwear, her, while Stan barely holds herself together biting at the firm skin on his shoulder.
Put that smartass mouth to use and say "Thank you, Stan" or "You're so good for me, Stan."
Get on his knees and put that mouth to even better use if he'd just shove down her pants, place his hands on her hips, nose against her bush and his mouth on her—
It takes a second too long to realize, but it happened. one hand slid between her legs, pushed the fabric of her boxers away to brush at her wet and even more senstive pussy. A second too long to stop that haggard mewl that came out of her lips.
A second too long to see that Ford finally turned back with a jar in way too tightly gripping hand, staring slack jawed at Stan behind his glasses.
Fucking great.
"Constance," Ford breathes shakily, and no, this can't happen. Their relationship can't get any worse, and sure Stan is gross for thinking about her brother that way, but she can't help that they're coming at the worst time, when she can't hide in her room far, far away from the basement and ride on her fingers to quiet cries of Ford's name.
"G-God, don't be so dramatic about it!" She says, sweat prickling at her neck. "You-you've seen me change and get naked before! This isn't that different!" Because there wasn't totally a difference between getting used to changing infront of your brother when you could barely live in one small space together when you were kids to touching yourself to them, right infront of them.
Right?
Man, she's such a sucker.
Shame is mixing with her already sizzling skin, and she needs to go. Take that jar-of-something to her room and figure it out on her own because obviously, Ford already wanted nothing to do with her and would want it even less now. Goddamn it, this would be so much easier if Ford didn't have eyes that were identical to hers, but wore it with that cutting stare that tore through her. Since they were teens and she was in denial about getting off to her twin brother who stared a little too hard— or even since forever.
Or at least if she wasn't still so hot and bothered thinking about him where she thinks she might've already came to his god damn desk.
Stan starts pushing herself off of it, face sweaty and pink. "F-Fine, I'll go. Just gimme that antedote and I'll—"
Ford closes the gap quicker than a lightning bolt, the jar already rolling on the floor and Stanford's mouth already crushed against hers, all hungry and desperate like he couldn't physically hold himself down anymore and their glasses knocking askew. He's nudging himself between her knees, his hands onto the fat on her hips, and shit, did he just moan? From just kissing her? Oh damn.
"Nevermind that. I think I have a better antedote," Ford says against her lips. "I'd like to test it out."
"Just fuck me already, Sixer, oh my God."
Stanford lights up, smiles like he won the damn lottery or fifty research grants or whatever. He dives right back in, kissing Stan, and sinking twelve nails into her hips as he drags them together. Stan groans, feeling the already hard tent go even harder against her, and her skin is on fire again, but this time melting the frigid parts of nerves into a liquid heat that's flowing directly down into her stomach, warming her up inside. Ford's hands move quick, from pushing the straps of her tank top down until she feels breeze touch her nipples to taking no sensitive measures to tugging and eventually ripping her boxers off her. Ford pulls away, and drags is mouth onto her neck then chest and Stan finally gets to put her hands on his shoulders, how big and strong he's gotten. One goes through his half greyed hair, and even when he was a teen she loved the dark, curly mop she'd pull into a noogie, but now it just makes him look better.
It makes her so mad, specially with what a grade A dick he's been. But she can't be that mad when Ford reaches her boob and takes a nipple into his mouth, nipping then sucking hard. "Shit—" Stan hisses, and there's nothing more to say than that.
"Fuck, Stan," Ford mutters against her skin, his breath tickling with the wetness on her nipple. "You drive me crazy."
"You're the one who fucked– ah– with Nymphs," She points out, and yeah maybe she could be a little jealous about that, but it dissapates when his fingers make their way into the warm, wetness of her pussy, just as special as Stan imagined it'd be. "Were– hh– they g-good lays, at least?"
"Not what I dealed with them for," Ford repeats, like that answers anything, and sinks loudly onto his chair, right between Stan's knees. His eyes drag down slowly on Stan, from her definitely fucked up hair, to half down tank top and tits hanging out, to right between her legs, and if Stan wasn't full on blushing then, well she sure was now. For a second it looks like he considers taking off his glasses, before deciding against it. Nerd.
Hooking the back of her knees over his shoulders, he smirks up at her again with that tear-her-apart stare again. "I doubt they'd ever taste this good."
Before Stan could respond to that, Ford's face goes between her thighs and his mouth is on her. If Stan thought she almost came earlier, then she's holding on for dear life when Ford's tongue laps at the outside before sinking deeper into her, sending shockwaves through out Stan. Moaning against her like he's the one getting head, like he's getting off from the taste of her on him alone. The flat of his tongue pushes against tight muscle, the heat almost pulsing, and making the wetness there grow more and more
Fuck, just Holy shit, how did he get this—
"Oh!" Stan gasps, one hand finding her own breast and the other on his desk, barely feeling the cold anymore with the clashing heat taking up her whole body, and all she can really feel is Ford's nose bumping against her bush when he only lets up for his teeth to graze against the nub of her clit while his fingers take over below. Stretching her out with his big, thick fingers, just so he could watch her like some pervy, old—
Then he sucks gently on it, and Stan is seeing white.
"Shit– Ford, I'm–"
"Just let it out, Stan," He says, still mostly against her. "You've been so good this whole time.
Thick thighs closing around Ford's head, that's what does her in. Of course it is. Her mind completely blanks out, turning to the white static on TV for a few moments until she realizes she's riding the rest of her orgasm on Ford's mouth at the end of it, while he laps it up like he'd die if he doesn't, like he's the cursed one.
Stan could barely register the murmurred whispers of her name and the movements of his arm from under the desk she's on until he's letting out a shuddering breath, forehead against her belly. Stan couldn't help the grin lighting up her face then.
Great, at least she's not the only one.
Just like that, the heat... doesn't really leave. Just wrapped around her cozily like the trenchcoat Ford threw over her when he finally stands up, only to drag Stan back on his lap. She's not getting used to that thirty years long honed strength anytime soon.
"Suppose I have a new more effective measures now," Ford says, lips finding Stan's, and she could taste herself on there, passed like a secret.
She's not getting used with this affection either, but Stan wants to see Ford try.
They stay a couple of moments there basking in this glow, until Stan peers up again, scratching the back of her neck when realization hits her.
"Hey, Sixer... you're the one cleaning that carpet upstairs, right?"
#is this any at all accurate to actual nymph behavior?? probably not how would ik dudnud#also fucking MURDER warning holy shit#but thats not the point of this lmao#inside you there are two wolves#ford ate out a whole bunch of things while in other dimensions so jes skilled af#or#ford doesnt know what hes doing hes just so enthusiastic it gets stan all hot and bothered#stancest#ask#fem!stan#ficlet#my writing#sex pollen stufff came to me like a damn bat i HAD to write it in#nsft
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