#their voices are so nice ot listen to

[melting-morning-blues]

U ARE SO FUCKING RIGTH U ARE SO RIGHT AHSDHFDFHGH

and yess i picked up on the sequence their lines were arranged! but it took me a bit to understand the deeper meaning behind them, cuz i don't have as much knowledge of mbjr as i wished i had since i'm not really that far in the show (heck, i haven't even reached the workplace competition arc cuz i went Crazy Insane and skipped to watch some naki exclusive scenes And Then went to watch things in order and am currently in that slow process. why do i do this to myslf. head in hands, cries into the void)

anywyays! reading your analysis, it's so so interesting and there's so much thought behind the arrangement of the lyrics, i'm mindblown wtf. the part about reaching singularity and their individual experiences to get there and their order in the organisation is like. like holy shit, the lyrics support them so well?!?@ AND THE PART YOU SCREENSHOT GAVE ME SM CHILLS WHEN I FIRST LISTENED TO THE SONG!!! LIKE THE MUSIC GOES QUIET, AND THEY JUST SING ONE AFTER ANOTHER, AND IT'S SO. IT FEELS LIKE THEY'RE REACHING OUT AND HOPING YOU UNDERSTAND THEM AND IM LIKE "YES I UNDERESTAND U, I SEE U, I FEEL U" i fucking love them i i

and ikazuchi NOOO!!! after naki, i feel like ikazuchi intrigues me the most, but with the knowledge i have of the show so far, ikazuchi’s the one member of mbjr that’s most foreign to me 💔💔 hopefully i can find out more abt him through my zero one watching spree (that i hope i can get soon)!!! i want to see more of his dynamic with his brother, and listen to his voice cuz his voice is so…. Swag. like idk how to explain it. he’s really Swag. from what i know and understand abt him atm anywayz

also woah naki being the reason horobi fell into darkness??? i feel like the change to having it be jin is probably a better option, considering their relationship and dynamic and how much they've been through together so yess i support that decision. but, like. why do i. why do i kinda want to see the alternative...... im a loser i like angst i like angst With my favs i'm so sfhgjfgjh 😞

also WJAT THEY HAVE A BAND NAME??! AND IT'S ALSO SO FITTING FOR THEM?!? where did you obtain this information i would like to savour some of that <3

also i just went to check out frontier and im SO MAD I JUST CHECKED IT OUT. IM GONNA BURST INTO TEARS WHAT THE FUCKKKF?!?!? we were robbed, we were so sososo robbed i now demand a fuwa and yua duet cover PLSPLS (head in hands criyng)

AND YEA I SAW THE EVERYONE'S DAILY LIFE SHORT!! IT WAS SOOOO CUTE I LOVE THEM SO MUCH THEY'RE SO SILLY AND ENDEARING SOMETIMES!!! and i'm so glad i continued watching until the end of the mbjr episode cuz the bloopers just. made me melt and feel so happy like they're having so much fun and they work so well together like u can feel the chemistry between the actors and im HSDJGFKJJH

ALSO ALSO ALSO (SO SORRY THIS IS GETTING SO LONG BUT) YES IM SO HAPPY I CAN TALK ABT MBJR AND NAKI AND ZERO ONE WITH SOMEONE ELSE!!!! THIS IS VERY AMAZING YAYY I HOPE WE CAN CONTINUE TALKING 🫶🫶💕

ok but have you listened to SOS sung by mbjr? dude i get so fucking eMOTIONAL whenever i listen to it. I may have done an entire breakdown on it lmao

OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD YES I LOVE THAT COVER SM. YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I’VE BEEN REPLAYING IT EVEN SINCE I DISCOVERED IT A FEW DAYS AGO.

their voices and instrumental mixed together make me SO sentimental and then i read the lyrics and it’s like my heart was wrenched out of my chest??!??

i think i almost cried the first time i heard the song LOLL cuz the song reflects mbjr so well and though i’ve only joined the bandwagon like……. a few days ago, they’ve stuck to me and i’m so attached to them and hearing the song and thinking abt them makes me wanna cry and hold them all close to my heart

and personally i feel like mbjr has this…. tragic story about having all the odds against them and having to struggle to rebuild both their environment and themselves, but they don’t wallow in the tragedy cuz they were able to find home and solidarity within each other despite the circumstances. they’re not tragic, because they liberated themselves, they reclaimed their lives, they rebuilt a home despite the crumbling foundations. there’s still some cracks here and there, but they’ll be there to hold their home together.

AND LIKE. it’s not all perfect. they fight, they argue, they have turbulent relationships sometimes, and other times they need the help of other people even though it sucks to feel so helpless. and there’s also tjat whole thing with the ark. but they made it out, and they’ve got each other. and that’s LOVELYY.

AAHHAGDHS i love their singing voices, i love the sentiments, i love the melody, i love the lyrics, i love mbjr so so much

i might check out your breakdown of the song if u don’t mind! 🙏🤍 and maybe write my own longwinded, tearful post about the song HHDSNMJG

[convxction]

ooc. i'd like to interact with more people so if u wanna let me know. i should continue sending v day asks but for tomorrow cuz brain melts. if u want one for a specific muse i haven't send to yet let me know. looks at your muses lists and mass send to all because sharing is caring weeee.

[papaya-twinks]

blue and orange 🧡💙 - l.n

Warnings: None!

Pairing: Lando Norris x colapinto!reader

“Y/N,” your brother, Franco, smiled to you, showing you his phone, which has an Instagram DM message on it, as you read through it, eyes scanning across it. 

Hey man, just wanted to say good luck for the race, you’ll smash it, shoot me a message if you ever need advice on anything :)

“That’s nice,” you said, eyes moving up from the message to the name of the contact - Lando. “He’s the McLaren one, right?” you asked, a smile on your face, a mixture of gratitude and pride. Gratitude that there was someone on the grid who was prepared to look after your older brother. 

And pride that Franco had come so far as a driver. “Yeah,” a Franco said, a grin on his face, “reminds me, did you manage to get time off to come to the race?”. Obviously you did. You’d never miss your brother’s first F1 race for the world. 

So you followed your brother into the paddock, a smile on your face as you walked in, breathing the scent of the paddock in as your brother walked beside you along with his trainer. “Hey mate,” a voice called to your brother from where you were, making you look round to see the same guy who’d messaged your brother. Lando.

“Hello,” Franco said, smiling to the taller man as you stood politely beside Franco, albeit a little uncomfortable, until Franco introduced you, snapping your attention back to the pair of them. “This is my sister, Y/N,” he said as Lando nodded and smiled to you. 

The first thing he noticed was just how pretty you were, with your gorgeous and pretty lips…wow. “It’s nice to meet you,” Lando said to you kindly, as you returned his words with a small smile. “See you soon,” you said, as the drivers were ushered towards the drivers parade. 

You watched from your little spot in the Williams garage, a proud smile on your face as you saw how Lando kept your brother by his side, listening to whatever he was saying, and including him in conversations with others. The race, however, it didn’t go so well.

For Franco, his qualifying hadn’t been so good, but for Lando? Yes, he’d started on P1, but he’d ended up in P3. Which would’ve been a good result maybe back in 2020, but now? It was abysmal. “Sorry about the race,” you said, seeing Lando walking down the pit lane, looking a little disgruntled. 

He grumbled something, opening his mouth to snap something back, til he looked up, seeing you. For a second, he was enchanted. Lando’s eyes didn’t leave your face, his lips parted slightly, pupils dilated, before he managed to snap himself out of it. 

“It’s okay, not your fault,” he said with a smile. Not your fault. Not your fault?! Why the hell had he said that? Of course ot wouldn’t be your fault, it wasn’t rocket science! God, was he already messing up his chances with a pretty girl like you? Fuck. 

“Franco did well,” Lando said, attempting to start conversation as you nodded slowly, an awkward silence falling onto the pair of you. “Thank you for looking after him,” you said after a few seconds, as Lando gave you a warm smile.

“Hey, uh, how would you feel about you and your brother flying back with me in my jet?” Lando asked, a wide-eyed expression across your face. You’d never flown first-class, let alone in a private jet, and the idea was a bit exciting. “I…yeah,” you said, a smile on your face. 

“I’ll get Franco to text you if we can,” you said, fully turning your body back to Lando as you nodded. “You can always tell me,” he said, holding his hand out for you to give him your phone. “I…smooth, Norris,” you said, a giggle on your lips as you handed over the device. 

[amica-aenigmata-naboo]

Used

Astarion x Y/N - drabble - 1.1K WC

Masterlist

Warnings: violence, trauma, Astarion's past mentioned, betrayal, hurt/comfort

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“Look, I had a plan. A nice, simple plan - seduce you, sleep with you, manipulate your feelings so you’d never turn on me. It was easy - instinctive…” Astarion spoke.

As soon as he said those words your ears started ringing. Your breath hitched and you could feel you eyes well up with tears. He used you. All you could hear was your heartbeat in your ears. Your fists balled up and before you knew it your legs were stomping towards Astarion. His face flashed with confusion before your fist collided with him. He stumbled back, you pushed him even more so he would fall down. He looked up at you as he held his aching cheek and bloodied lip. 

“How could you?” you asked in a shaky whisper. You felt the tears slip down your cheeks despite the hurt and angry resolve your face held. You looked at him, waiting for an answer. 

His eyes were soft, he wanted to apologize. He wanted to beg for you to listen, to understand. But how could he? He had hurt you the same way people had hurt him for 200 years. How were you supposed to forgive him when he would never forgive those who had hurt him this way? “I’m sorry…” he spoke softly. 

“Not good enough.” you said to him, shrugging in defeat before you walked away.

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“Y/N, you need to eat…” Karlach said quietly as she slid the new platter of food next to the untouched one from the day before. 

You kept your eyes shut, pretending to be asleep so you didn’t have to endure a lecture. 

Karlach sighed before pulling your blanket over your shoulders. She brushed a few hairs out of your face before placing a kiss on your forehead. Her hand caressed your cheek for a moment before she walked out, leaving you to rest. 

Your eyes attached themselves to the ceiling as you laid there. This was day 6 of rotting in your bedroll. You pulled gently at a flap in the tent, ever so slightly letting a beam of light radiate in. You raised your hand to it, letting the warmth hit your dull skin. 

“Y/N?” said Astarion from the entrance of your tent. 

“Go away Astarion.” you said back plainly. 

“Please, I’m begging you, let me explain.” he said. You could hear the need in his voice, the need to be understood. 

You sat up swiftly, “What is there to explain? You fucked me so I would keep you safe. End of story.” your eyes were sharp and narrowed in on him. 

“You’re right…” Astarion said, inching himself into the tent a bit more.

Your eyebrows raised, you expected excuses to flow out of him. But this? 

“You’re right and I am so sorry… so ashamed. You have every right to be angry. I used you and caused you pain that I can never take back. I know what it’s like to be a victim like that. And… in the moment, it just seemed like the logical thing to do.” Astarion’s eyes held so much sincerity, you had never seen them so genuine and vulnerable. “I won’t ask for your forgiveness, but I just needed you to know how sorry I am.” 

You nodded at him, the lump in your throat preventing you from verbalizing anything. You laid back down, rolling to face away from him. You heard him walk away after a few moments. 

Karlach returned to your tent after Astarion had left. “I know you’re not asleep.” she said, sitting down next to you. 

“Maybe I just enjoy you tucking me in.” you said, cracking a smile at her. 

She chuckled at you, pushing stray hair from your eyes after you sat up. “He is sorry. I’m not saying forgive him, what he did was beyond shitty. But I may or may not have given him Scopo Wisp in his tea last night, he’s telling the truth.”

“You drugged him for me, how thoughtful.” you said sarcastically. 

“Oh spare me. You act like I was digging for dirt, all he spoke about was you and how much he regrets everything. How much he…” she trailed off, her eyes flicking up to yours.

“How much he…?” you reiterated questioningly. 

“You just need to talk to each other. Preferably without punching him in the face.” 

You shrugged, “No promises.” You stood slowly, your bones popping and muscles stretching. 

“Good luck soldier!” she said encouragingly. 

You walked to Astarion’s tent and heard… sniffling? You peeked inside. Astarion had his legs drawn up to his chest. His arms held himself close and his chin rested on his knees. You could see the tears on his cheeks despite how far you were from him. You quietly cast a spell, having purple shimmers fall around him. Astarion yawned before he laid down, falling into a pleasant and much needed slumber. You walked inside, pulling his blanket over him. You brushed a few white curls from his face.

“Y/N?” he mumbled, his eyes still closed. 

“Shhhh, you’re alright. Go to sleep.” you ghosted your hand over his cheek, trying to comfort him. 

Astarion’s breathing returned to normal. You watched him for ages, eventually laying down next to him. “I was furious with you, ya know? I wanted to do way more than punch you. But now… now I’m just a little hurt. I understand you, but that doesn’t take away the pain I feel.” you let out a sigh, trying to convey your feelings to the sleeping elf. 

“I just… I was… starting to fall in love with you. Foolish, I know. And… I think I still do. Love you, that is. I’m not sure what to do with all these conflicting feelings but… Just know, I don’t hate you.” you finished, playing with a loose thread on your top, venting to him. 

Your chin was tilted up gently, taking your breath away. Astarion placed a ghostly kiss upon your lips. Barely touching and yet you felt what he was trying to convey. “I’m so sorry.” he whispered onto your lips. 

You shook your head slightly before you moved to hold his face, “Leave it in the past?” you asked, searching his eyes.

He nodded fervently, “Thank you, little love.” 

You smiled at him, “Can I stay?” you whispered. 

He nodded, holding your hand before his breathing evened out. You quickly followed, sleeping soundly after the many days of tossing and turning. 

“I love you, my sweet.” he said, kissing your forehead. Now he just needs to work up the courage to tell you while you were awake. 

Little did he know, your heart doubled in size at his confession.

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Naboo's Note:

FUCK I am so sleep deprived. Hope this is a good one y'all. I'm about to go have a Xanax (PRESCRIBED) induced coma and it's going to be glorious. Will try to write again soon, work is busy af rn tho so pleaseeeeeeeeeee be patient. Thanks as always for the likes, comments, reblogs and requests!

[zerobaselove]

zb1 as romance tropes / dynamics ♡

pairing: zb1 x reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none! lowercase intended, not proofread

notes: since i have already written one of these in full (childhood best friend!matthew) i might turn this into a full fledged series ? if you guys would be interested, that is! (yes the matthew one is pulled right from my oneshot </3 it's just too cute)

members under the cut!

jiwoong ;

best friend's older brother

"can you go ask my brother if he knows where the measuring cups are?" your best friend gyuvin asked, sifting through drawers to find the other items needed for your cake in the meantime. "i- i guess so." you managed to stutter out before heading up to the room at the end of the hallway, jiwoong's room.

you hated to admit it, especially knowing how many people swooned over your best friend's brother, but the longer time went on the more you felt yourself developing what you could only consider a crush on the boy; completely against your own will. it wouldn't have gotten this bad had you been able to avoid him, but when his younger brother is your best friend and you practically live at their house, he tends to be apart of your days more often than you know what to do with.

knocking lightly on the door you wait a moment, hearing some shuffling before the door opened. "what do you wa- oh." he paused, door ajar as he tried to hide the surprise on his face, "sorry y/n i thought you were gyuvin, what's up!" his tone and expression softened in tandem. you took a moment to respond, too busy staring at his messy hair and the way his collarbone peaked through his loose t-shirt.

"oh uh, we just needed to know where the measuring cups were." an awkward laugh left your mouth as you realized how silly the inquiry was, but thankfully you were met with a gentle smile as he shut the door behind him, "i'm not too sure, let's go look together."

zhang hao ;

cute exchange student

it had only been a few weeks since the new exchange student had moved in next door; the family having sent their daughter off to go study in china for a semester, getting an exchange student of their own in return. but the two of you were attached at the hip. you weren't really sure how it happened, one moment you were coming over to drop something off for your mom, the next you were being introduced to the boy, zhang hao, and suddenly you two spent every waking moment together.

you liked to think of yourself as a good influence; helping him better his english, showing him around your town, cooking him your favorite recipes that he may not have tried. all while you were getting the same experience in return from him, which was wonderful for you, but one thing you weren't expecting him to show you was what it felt like to fall for your new best friend.

"y/n?" he waved a hand in front of your face, pulling you from your thoughts of the boy himself, "are you okay? you look," he paused for a moment, trying to think of the word he wanted to use, "lost?" his tone raised, not sure of his choice, causing you to smile, "like, lost in thought?" you watched his smile light up, recognizing the phrase he was going for, "that's the one! you look lost in thought, are you okay?"

his sweet voice mixed with his endearing mannerisms was enough to have your head spinning, "i'm alright hao, just thinking about nonsense." his hand found it's way to rest over yours, "well you can always think out loud to me, i'll listen."

hanbin ;

campus crush

it shouldn't surprise you that the boy everyone on campus had a crush on was as cute and nice as he was, but you couldn't help but let your mouth run dry as he sat next to you and sparked up a conversation on the first day of your creative writing class. you hadn't managed to be in his presence until now, living vicariously through stories spread on campus; good deeds he had done for people, places he volunteered, even being the designated driver for his friends during parties. but god, you were starting to get what other people saw in him.

"you know," he smiled, his eyes lighting up so soon into your conversation, "i'm on the dance team, you should come watch us sometime!" you couldn't help but mirror his expression as you tried not to dwell on the way your heart sped up.

"i'd love to!" just when you thought he couldn't get cuter, his smile widened as his eyes shut slightly, before running a hand through his hair while he grabbed his phone. sliding his phone across the desk, open to his contacts page. "if you want you can put your number in and i can text you the details." you quickly nodded, inputting your number along with your name and the class code, just in case.

he giggled seeing the small detail, "d'you really think i wouldn't remember my new friend?" the comment left you a flushed mess, not knowing what to say. before you could say anything he continued, "don't worry, i think it's cute." god, you were screwed.

matthew ;

childhood best friend

"your turn to open your gift."

you hesitantly grabbed the box off of your bed, not having any clue what it could be. tearing through the messily strewn together paper and tape, you were met with a box, looking to matthew in curiosity only for him to urge you to continue. when you took the lid off, the sides of the box collapsed, revealing pictures of you from when you were kids up until graduation on layers of colorful paper and stickers. in the middle of it all was another, smaller box. lifting the lid off you revealed a cute charm of your favorite character attached to a keychain of a spotify code.

"it's a playlist i made for you," he couldn't contain the smile on his face at your excitement over the gift. "plus it's on a keychain so even when we are busy, you'll always have something to remind you of me with you." you couldn't help the tears pooling at your eyes, or the words threatening to spill. "god, i love you." you breathed out, your stomach doing flips at the confession.

"i love you too y/n." he smiled, a little taken aback by the confession as it wasn't something you two said lightly. you sighed, "no matthew, i love you. more than i should as your best friend." it took him a moment to realize what you were implying but once he connected the dots, it hit him like a truck, pulling you in for a hug as he picked you up off the floor.

you let out a giggle at the sudden action, not even thinking about what it could mean until he set you down and you noticed the way his cheeks had flushed a deep crimson red. "i'll say it again, i love you too y/n."

taerae ;

pretty boy with the pretty voice

your walks to work were typically uneventful, only choosing to do so over taking public transport for the exercise; until recently. like clockwork, every day, there had been a boy busking on the street you walked every afternoon, and his voice, well it was beautiful. you didn't even know the boy but somehow you felt his emotions through his voice.

you had started leaving for work earlier than usual, giving yourself a few extra minutes to sit and listen to the boy, who you had learnt was named taerae. with the extra time there, you two had begun to chat between songs, learning about each other and even getting to request songs sometimes. you'd always make sure to leave some tips in his guitar case before heading off to work, telling yourself you were just being supportive. but what you hadn't realized fully was just how smitten you had become with this taerae character.

"hey y/n!" he beamed, seeing you walk in his direction, just like every day, "hi taerae! how's it been going today?" you inquired, crouching next to him as your gaze wandered between the guitar and the boy. "same as usual, better now that you're here though!" you simply laughed, "i haven't even left you anything yet,"

"i know! i just like having you here." his voice trailed off for a moment before snapping back to reality, "any requests today?" you pondered for a moment, "play me your favorite song."

ricky ;

arranged relationship

"it'd be good for both companies darling," your father tried to be kind, knowing that this wasn't exactly how you were expecting your first relationship to go. "and he's very nice," your mother smiled at you, "and very handsome, i think you'll like him." you supposed it wouldn't do you any good to sulk over it, it wasn't just happening to you after all, so you cracked a small smile to ease your parents worries.

you didn't know much about ricky, if you were remembering his name correctly; just that he was the son of your parent's business friends, and was supposedly a candidate to be your boyfriend? the word seemed foreign to you, but you didn't have much time to dwell on it as a tall boy with blond hair walked into the lobby where you were waiting. "you must be y/n," he smiled, his voice soft; a strong contrast to his charismatic and intimidating looks.

"so you're ricky," you couldn't help but feel more relaxed already, "i've heard lots about you." he flushed a little at your words, his hand coming to the back of his neck, "good things i'd hope." you let out a small laugh, nodding your head, "nothing bad i promise."

the two of you talked for a while longer in the lobby, the awkward atmosphere slowly disappearing as the two of you realized just how much you had in common. maybe this wouldn't be so bad.

gyuvin ;

opposites attract

"hey y/n!" your best friend's booming voice could be heard from miles away, making the 20 feet between you seem like nothing. there he was, standing with a few of his friends, and you were a little overwhelmed to say the least.

the two of you couldn't be more different at times; his loud and outgoing personality was a stark contrast to your quiet and shy demeanor, but somehow you two got along better than anyone else. but you did still have a bit of a problem with his group of friends; they all seemed nice, that wasn't the problem, they were just all bubbly like gyuvin, and you didn't know how to handle that.

you gave a shy smile as you walked up to the group of boys, "hi gyuvin," you gave the other boys and small nod and wave, getting a bunch of greetings in return, "guys chill," gyuvin laughed, reaching his hand out to quiet his friends. "sorry about them, do you wanna get out of here?"

"what about you guys? don't you have plans?"

"yeah gyuvin hyung, don't we have plans?" the tall boy you were pretty sure was named gunwook, spoke up. "they'll be fine without me." gyuvin getting a few overly dramatic gasps from his friends, smacking them on the shoulder. your heart couldn't stop speeding up at the way he was willing to drop everything for you, but you tried to ignore it. "have fun with your little partner~" well, you couldn't ignore that.

gunwook ;

friendly rivals

"i didn't mean to overstep," the new boy, gunwook breathed out, "they just had asked for help and i didn't want to get off on the wrong foot by saying no." you smiled lightly at the boy, leaning your head against the mirrored dance practice wall, taking a sip of your water. "it's okay gunwook, it's my fault they don't see me as a better leader."

he turned to you, shaking his head feverishly, "no no no, listen. i know i haven't been here long but you seem to be an amazing leader," he patted you on the leg reassuringly, leaving you to smile at the boy. "thanks," your voice trailed off, your brain swirling with thoughts of critiques from your team.

it was time for your dance team to vote for a new leader as the new school year had turned over, and you were in danger of being overthrown by the new boy that everyone seemed to love, and you weren't handling it well; especially not when he's as cute and lovely as he is.

"i guess i'll just have to prove that i'm better for the role than you." a smug expression pasted on your face, you turned to the boy with a laugh, lightening the atmosphere. he returned with a wide gummy smile and a small giggle, "oh it's on y/n."

yujin ;

first crush / love

you suppose you were late to the game when it came to feelings, never having really experienced any until now; until you found yourself wanting to be the reason the boy in your class smiled. you and yujin weren't close, but you weren't strangers either. you had some mutual best friends, and had hung out all together a few times, but as soon as you weren't around your friends, it was like you didn't know each other. and you hated it.

"hi y/n," the voice pulled you from your thoughts, looking up from your desk to see yujin standing there, and for a moment you thought you were hallucinating. "oh, hey yujin," your voice trailed off a little, "what's up?" he leaned against your desk, gesturing to the board with written pairs for a project, and now you felt stupid for not paying attention. "oh shoot yeah, of course, uh, sit down." you pulled out the empty chair next to you, trying to make up for the embarrassment that you were living in.

the two of you looked over the criteria for your project, making plans for what you wanted to do, and before you knew it you were packing up. "so uh," yujin sheepishly smiled, handing you his phone, "so we can schedule to work on the project," he clarified.

you couldn't help but smile at his cute nature, "there you go," you handed it back to him, "text me what you wanna do, i have to go meet up with my friend." you smiled again as the bell rang, leaving the class almost proud of your ability to get one sentence out. this was gonna be a long project.

[lieutenant-teach]

Meeting Cyare’s father (or Anakin Skywalker doesn’t like his new son-in-law very much)

(Anakin doesn’t go Dark, everyone lives, everyone’s happy. No Sequels, rehashed Heir to the Empire instead of the OT. DinLuke, minor Anidala, CodyWan, HanLeia)

Din was really relieved about his helmet on, but then he remembered that the Jedi can feel other people’s emotions. No luck, then.

His cyare’s father’s eyes were trying to burn a hole in his head.

– Let me get it straight, Luke. A Mandalorian bounty hunter. – The voice could cut the stone better than a lightsaber.

– Mum likes him, – Luke was smiling, but Din saw him tensing for a fight. A cybernetic hand squeezed his.

– I didn’t raise my only children to give them away to some criminals, - Skywalker-senior stood up from the couch and started walking back and forth. – First I have to agree to allow my princess marry some smuggler…

– Han did help us to stop Thrawn.

– … and then my son wants to partner a bounty hunter, - Luke’s father wasn’t listening to him, anger coming off him like waves – Din was certain he wasn’t Force-sensitive, but one may not be to feel the Dark Side emanating from Anakin Skywalker at that moment.

Din remembered Luke’s words before ‘meeting with father’s half of the family’: ‘My Dad will become angry, I’m sure – he didn’t react to Han well, too – but don’t worry, he’ll cool down’. The warning rang in his ears when he saw Skywalker-senior for the first time: tall, with a rich mane of greying curls, but still very handsome former Jedi assessed him and made up him mind immediately. ‘Not worthy’. Now they were sitting on the softest couch Din’s ass had ever been on, in the richest living room Din’s eyes ever seen, and ‘officially’ letting Din into a very branchy Skywalker family tree. Or, trying.

– Dad, I’m almost thirty, I can decide for myself. And Din’s a hero of his own – he kept Grogu save and sound, stopped Moff Gideon, and also saved the town of Mos Pelgo from the krayt dragon…

– But a bounty hunter! – Skywalker-senior cried exasperatedly. – And, to add to it, a Mandalorian! It is all your fault, Obi-Wan! – he suddenly turned to Luke’s uncle, quietly watching all this until this moment.

– Wait, why? – the man was older than Luke’s father, gray hair and beard and mischievous twinkle in the eyes. So far he hadn’t said anything, but Luke had said his uncle would be supportive. Now it was time to find out. – My fault Luke fell in love?

– With a Mando! – Skywalker raised his voice. – Who in this family has a thing for Mandos?

– Do not speak about Satine like this, – Obi-Wan’s voice became steely, – and anyway, Cody is not a Mandalorian.

– He is a clone of a Mandalorian!

Din started to lose the thread of the conversation. He even wished he had a Jedi ability to speak telepathically and could ask Luke what the kark was going on. He shifted his head, trying not to be very obvious in his confusion, Luke caught his gaze and shrugged.

– Do you really think I taught Luke… - Luke’s uncle sighed. – We have been here before, Anakin. Luke is an adult, he can think for himself. If he brought young Din Djarin here, then he is certain in him and his own feelings. Did your fits of reality rejection change Leia’s mind?

Luke’s father breathed in and out heavily, clearly holding himself from harsher words, but reluctantly accepting the truth.

– Maybe, you should just talk to Din? – Luke’s uncle didn’t look happy, but so wasn’t Din hearing this suggestion.

‘Let me talk, – Din remembered Luke’s words. – When Dad started being… um… not very nice to Han – critical of sorts – Han started talking back. It escalated, some chairs were flying around, Dad and Leia exchanging angry remarks – Dad said she deserved better, Leia insisted she loved Han – and Han himself wasn’t making everything easier. It took two professional negotiators – Mum and Uncle Obi-Wan – to calm them down. Still, Leia and Han are happily married and have a son. So it’s just an unpleasant procedure you have to endure’.

– Maybe, he would take the helmet off for starters? – Poison in Skywalker’s voice could kill a bantha. No, a herd of banthas.

– I cannot, - Din was glad his voice didn’t tremble. He wasn’t afraid of the man, but watching a family drama, and, worse, being the reason of it didn’t feel well. He didn’t want to cause a rift in Luke’s relationship with his father. – My Creed prohibits me to.

– Veery convenient, - Skywalker smiled a tight and unpleasant smile, ignoring pleading and exasperated eyes of his son. – We’re a family now, you don’t show your face even to your family? Luke, have you seen his face?

– Dad, now it’s rude. Of course, I did. – It was obvious Luke was holding well, but his patience wasn’t infinite, too. – It’s only for immediate members.

Technically, after realizing the existence of different Mandalorian Ways, Din wasn’t sure he couldn’t do that. After all, taking off helmets didn’t make Bo-Katan Kryze or Sabine Wren less Mandalorians. But even if he would – not for this man.

The door slid open, a man quietly entered the room and stood behind Luke’s uncle’s armchair, resting his elbows on the chair back. Could he be Boba Fett’s relative? Because he was a carbon copy of Din’s friend, albeit much older. An intricate scar was winding its way from his temple down around his left eye.

– I am being quite nice! – Skywalker protested, dragging all attention to himself. – I can’t believe Padmé actually said ‘I like this guy, let’s take him in’.

– You know, I agree with you, - the probably-Boba’s-relative suddenly said. Luke’s uncle turned to him with puzzled expression. Luke looked disappointed. – The kids take after their mother in their bad choice of life partners.

Skywalker seemed about to blow up. He grabbed something from his belt that appeared to be a black respiratory mask and pressed it to his nose and mouth. The mechanical labored breathing sounds filled the room, Skywalker was drilling the man with burning eyes.

– Now, Cody, that was harsh, - frankly, to Din’s mind, Luke’s uncle didn’t look apologetic a lot. Luke sighed, his shoulders relaxed.

– I thought you were serious! – he even laughed a little, then gather himself again. – Dad, you do realize your approval or disapproval won’t change anything?

– Unfortunately, - Skywalker’s voice also sounded mechanical. – I believe no one in the galaxy or farther is worthy of my children. – He signed. – I guess I have to work with what we have here. – He shot a look at Cody, who smiled in return, and this smile was ‘I know you know I’m right, and I unashamedly love it’.

– Very well, - Obi-Wan clapped his hands. – Now as everything is settled, - Din clearly heard ‘Anakin is settled’, - we can share some stories and know each other better, right, Din?

Luke looked at Din with shining eyes. Din signed quietly. This look was worth all these awkward minutes.

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A View In The Garden

Idk what the heck to title this, I haven't written a fanfic in such a long long time :P

Also this has been sitting in my drafts for too long and I needed to share it already. So enjoy the bond Casper will have with his uncle Stinkie!

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There wasn't a breeze out on this late morning. And by the off chance there was, the young spirit wouldn't have felt it anyway. Couldn't really feel most things if he was being honest with himself. Especially the three uncles that were currently resting within the manor.

But that wasn't really important to him right now. What was important, however, was the new greenery that was sprouting up. With a little convincing and pleading, both Casper and Kat were able to create a colorful landscape in the garden. Initially looking otherwise devoid of life before they started.

It was perhaps the one thing that caught one of Casper's uncle's eyes before darting off, as if to play off his interest at the display.

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Casper, alone for the meantime, was in pure amazement. Previously when looking for flower seeds so many months ago with Kat, Casper with much enthusiasm, picked out the best flowers for the garden. All with no assistance needed from her.

For a moment, it was fascinating for Kat to see his understanding of most of these plants he picked out. They must've really meant something to the boy to have been picked out with no hesitation.

Unfortunately, she wasn't here to enjoy the garden with Casper. Something with applying for some big school, but either way, he was happy for her. She's doing all kinds of different things now. Things he was very happy with listening to from time to time.

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The child didn't realize how far time had passed until one of his uncle's came from within the manor. He didn't seem to be in such a bad mood himself, because his call for his nephew was at a normal volume. Unlike his other two uncles who could practically rattle bones with their voices.

Casper looked up to face the uncle who called him. A smile plastered on his face.

"Oh! Hey, uncle Stinkie." He called back. Smile still present.

"What's the deal, shortsheet?" Stinkie asked, floating a bit closer to his nephew. "Have you really been out here all this time lookin' at JUST flowers?"

Casper shook his head.

"Not just flowers. There's more things I've been looking at!"

"More?"

"Mhm!"

Color the other ghost curious, cause once he got to where Casper was resting at, he saw it. Bugs. For most that would probably be uninteresting, however for these two? It was something mesmerizing.

"I don't think I've seen these little critters here in a long time." Stinkie commented to Casper. A few bees passing by, landing and collecting pollen from the newly bloomed flowers.

The boy nodded.

"I think because of all the gardening me and Kat have been doing. It got their attention."

All around the two, life was booming. And Casper tried to show his uncle all the different bugs that were appearing left and right. Besides the bees, there were others. Ants, beetles, caterpillars, you name it. It was all there.

Matter of fact, Stinkie had a response to all this. He was talking about all the different types of bugs Casper had listed off. It's benefits to keeping nature going strong. Especially for a garden such as this.

And for some reason, it felt like Casper had already heard this kind of talk from his uncle before. But this is the first time they've really had a normal conversation. So it was strange.

"Uncle Stinkie, how do you know all this stuff?"

"Hm, what do ya mean?"

Casper continued, now feeling a bit embarrassed to have temporary interrupted his uncle's lecture on bugs.

"Well, I've never seen you interested in stuff like this. I mean, it's really nice to hear it! Honestly."

Stinkie couldn't answer that question initially. With turning his head to Casper briefly and then to the ground. Bringing a finger to tap on his chin. Thinking.

Finally came a response.

"Casper, I'll be honest with ya. An' don't tell the others about this. But I think I'm startin' to remember things."

Casper looked confused.

"Remember?"

"Y'know, like, remember things before being a ghost."

"Oh..."

Give it a second.

"OH!!"

There it is.

"Really?!" His voice came out louder than it should've, quickly clamping his mouth shut.

"Really?" Casper asked again, quietly this time.

Stinkie couldn't help but snicker. Soon nodding to the boy. Looking back to the bugs who had not a single clue of the spirits viewing them.

"It's kinda weird. Didn't even know I had a feelin' of recallin' stuff like this before."

"Does Stretch and Fatso know?" Casper asked. "That you're remembering stuff now?"

A pause, followed with Stinkie's head tilting to his nephew.

"Mm, nah. Just happened recently. S'ides, I'm sure they'd be bored outta their minds hearing me ramble about this new discovery. Better to not make a fuss about it."

Guess he's right about that. They were usually just fixated on the TV than sitting down to hear a random fact about a topic Casper was interested in.

Still, he didn't think his own uncle was finding his memories. Something to ask him more about later.

"I like this though." Stinkie commented, breaking his nephew's train of thought. "Just somethin' about it feels sorta. Nice."

Casper couldn't agree more. And was so happy to hear such a thing coming out of his uncle. It felt so sincere. Something that didn't come often with any of them.

"Yeah."

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"Say, Casper?"

"Yes, uncle Stinkie?"

"Would you be interested in plantin' more flowers here? I can help if you don-"

Stinkie didn't manage to finish his question. Because in that instance, the boy immediately answered.

"Of course you can! I don't mind at all! But... uhm..." There comes the nervous tone in the boy's voice.

"You think uncle Stretch and Fatso would get annoyed by us spending time outside? And me not inside doing chores?"

"Ah, fuck 'em." Oops. That came out by mistake. Nothing he could do other than cover his mouth.

"Uncle Stinkie, language!" Casper said with an exaggerated gasp, pretending to be shocked at the use of his uncle's profanity. Honestly he's heard so much throughout the years that he could put them in a book.

"... I think it'd be nice ta change things up though. But maybe keep it between us. The rememberin' part that is."

"Yeah, right!" Casper with such excitement couldn't help but wrap his arms around Stinkie. And instead of shoving the child off. He let it be. Smiling as he went to pat the top of his nephew's head.

"Let's get back inside though." Casper said, letting go of his uncle and beginning to float up. "I really don't want to hear Stretch screech his head off about how long we were outside."

"Good idea, bulbhead." That comment was all Stinkie said before following his nephew's lead back inside.

Hopefully they would get to have this time again soon.

[sid-the-sandwich]

Ok, so feeling a little underwhelmed by the new lesson teaser, and besides the Simeon FNAF jumpscare at the end, it was basically what we already knew, I thought it may have been like the first mini-lesson or something (not the whole chapter, just one book part)

I wanted to write what I think might happen in the next set of lessons, based on what we saw in the teaser but like... there's nothing much to expand upon. (Go girl give us nothing)

So what I am going to do, is I am going to write a plot for season 3 that I think would be the most outlandish thing ever and that would never happen, based on the little summary we got from the description of the video! so here it is (I'll put a TLDR at the end):

Season 3: False Hope

Returning to the Devildom is hard for MC after the events they just went through, all they want to do now is put their feet up, rest and hang out with their favs

Everything is the best its ever been, despite MC only disappearing for mere minutes in their time, it felt like an eternity and more had passed by them.

The characters' are all constantly happy, everything is bright, warm, exciting, and everyone is in high spirits; even Raphael and Mephistopheles, who once seemed to hate each other, getting along like long-lost best friends.

The characters dote on MC, anything they could have ever wanted is given to them:

MC wants to go out? Mammon and Asmo would happily spend all their money just for them.

MC wants food? Beel happily hands his food to MC.

everything is just... odd

But at first, its nothing notable, sure, the brothers are acting weird, but that's because they are practically family and MC did technically disappear for a while so it fits.

But then... things kept being too convenient, random good luck, people where being nice, very nice; everyone, even Solomon was smiling like nothing happened,

MC is seriously doubting the few months they spent in the past since no one has brought it up since that initial return

its something MC cant shake, everything feels too surface-level, too sweet... too fake,

but the most damning piece of evidence... Simeon was an Angel again. and when asked about it, Simeon avoids the question, suddenly being whisked away by Luke or Raphael very conveniently.

Solomon can now cook good...

MC deduces something is definitely wrong, this isn't the present they left,

MC starts noticing weird oddities, but not with our characters, but rather the landscape around them, whenever MC tries to venture too far out the Devidom, they are brought back to the main city as if the world is wrapping around this city.

MC tries telling the characters that something is wrong, but none listen to them, dismissing MC for having an 'overactive imagination'

it goes so far that the brothers lock us in our room once we are more adamant and threaten to find out the truth by ourself, the brothers saying we just 'need some alone time'.

The brothers periodically check in on MC, seeing if they have 'calmed down' and each time MC badgers on about the same point.

Eventually, MC manages to steal the keys of the bedroom from one of the boys and escapes the House of Lamentation in the middle of the night

MC tries to run, somewhere, anywhere they can think; The demons lord castle? Purgatory Hall? Damn, even Thirteen's cave!

But while running through the woods someone grabs MC rather strongly, covering MC's mouth, its... Solomon?

Solomon shushes MC, signaling MC to the sounds of rustling and voices of other characters looking for MC.

Despite how weird Solomon's been acting since they got back, this time Solomon felt warm, comforting and familiar.

MC crawls, following Solomon's instructions, only to be met by... ANOTHER SOLOMON?

The two Solomon's Brawl using Magic and honestly MC is just confused, because what is even happening?

MC recites a magic spell they know and threatens to shoot one of the Solomon's

Both Solomon's freeze and each say something to plead their case, one Solomon expresses Love for MC while the other says the same thing He said when he first met MC in Nightbringer. MC shoots the first,

Solomon explains how this world is an illusion created by Nightbringer to keep MC away from the present,

With the illusion broken, The world becomes grey and devoid of colour

Hastily, Solomon drags MC back to where the portal in the sky that brought them their, With all the 'fake characters' chasing them, Solomon repeats a very strong spell alongside MC so get transported back

Now they are actually back to the right timeline... or are they?

(Side Note: Originally, the character helping Mc was different, but Solomon made the most sense)

TLDR: MC goes back to the present but it is actually an illusion created by Nightbringer to prevent MC from returning

[taylormarieee]

WIFE, YOU WANTED MORE IDEAS AND A GOT A NICE RAW ONE FOR YOU:

dbsf!rick has to stay at your alexandrian house for a while... as you sneak back in from a night out, you hear muffled moans coming from his room... catching him with his cock in hand, crying your name😉💗

YEAAAAHGSHJHDDJSH It's a need...not a want but a desire... I would have him **** me into oblivion. He can **** me anyday... Eat me out like steak... Stuff me like a Thanksgiving Turkey...

You were never one for sneaking out but there was a really cool secret party that your friends were planning and they invited you and who were you to say no to a good time?

You quietly sneak back into your room, undetected. 'Yes, my pillow diversion always works', you thought to yourself.

You take off your jacket, getting ready to go to bed when you hear something muffled in the next room over.

You assumed it was your Dad talking to his friends or something but then you heard your name.

You freeze. It was faint but it was still heard by you. You quietly tiptoe to the door and put your ear against it to listen further.

"Oh fuck, Yea, Just like t-that baby." The mysterious voice whispers out.

You freeze. Ugh were your mom and dad having sex?? Not something you wanna hear.

But as your about to walk away, you remember your Parents Car ot being in the drive way.

Instead it was a beat-up pick-up truck. That could only mean one thing.

Rick was here. But why? He never comes over unless my dad tells him to.

You turn back around and quickly open the door. You quietly make your way down the hallway to the room where the noises are coming from.

You see a little bit of light, so the door is cracked open. You push the door open a tad bit and to your surprise you see a needy little Rick thrusting up into his hand moaning your name.

God damn, did he look hot jerking off.

Sweat on his forehead. Wrinkles from him furrowing his eyebrows. Mouth wide open letting out sinful groans and moans.

Tears on his face as he edges himself. "Oh yes! Fuck babygirl, just like that."

"I'm gonna cum down that pretty little throat of yours." He moans out.

You bite your lip and squeeze your thighs together. How badly you wanted to catch him in the act but you were afraid you'd get caught.

This was something to be continued another time. You quickly go back to your room, change into a t-shirt and underwear and quietly touch yourself to the image of Rick.

Silently praying he walked in on you. Silently wishing that his was his fingers pounding into your soaking cunt.

One can only hope, right?

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Ok I propose a new old idea

The type of voices the Dieties have...

Vishnu: As sweet as honey yet regal as fuck.. like when he speaks even if he speaks things you don't understand you'll feel like “wah kya samjhaya hai”

Shiva: DEEP AF voice but also as soft as the cottons. If you just play music, all his words will automatically feel like lyrics

Brahma: Naturally low toned, calm voice and sounds mature.... Like more than normal typa mature... As if your father have pulled you aside to tell you how he had experienced life.

Varuna: When normal sounds like ocean waves dancing but kinda high pitched... But when angry and he speaks to you, it's as if you are struck in a tsunami or a tornado

Indra: His voice is actually very very sweet and jiggly like the rain... The kind of rain people enjoy listening to. But when angry it's rumbling like thunder, an word is enough to scare the shit out of you

Mitra: Deep voice but it also gives you a sense of home, a feeling you get when someone understands you, someone puts an hand around your shoulder and smiles at you... A feeling of having a friend.

Parvati: Soft sweet voice. The one your mother uses when she's happy with you. If she speaks, you will just want to curl up in a ball and ask for food. You'll feel like a child if she speaks to you. But her ferocious forms speak so different you'll feel like someone is painfully tearing you up into pieces just from words..

Saraswati: She sounds like that one teacher you were sure would clear all your doubts with a calmness you never understand how it was everlasting. She just doesn't know how to speak angrily. Even when she's angry she'll speak in such a manner you'll feel guilty for making her angry (this method is tested and proven on Brahma)

Lakshmi: She just calls you poor in all the existing languages lol.... Ok no but she speaks so regal it sounds like if you pour a ton of coins on the ground. Really. But also you'll just keep wanting to listen to her.

Ganga: Soft like the river flow when she's really really nice. But also wild, unstoppable, and sharp like the cutting sharp streams of the river Ganga.

Vayu: Whispery, windy tone like the air. Softly speaking to make you feel safe and happy. But it also changea according to his mood. Like when he's angry it's storm it gives you no corner to hide, if he's sad it's monsoon wind.. cold and you don't really like ot much..

Surya: His voice is...umm Bright. Like literally. When he speaks it's as if the window was open and the sun rays smacked you across your face waking you up from sleep. But also his voice is warm and gives a feeling of safety.

Chandra: Cold. His voice is cold. But not in a bad ignoring manner cold. It's the cooling effect you get on summer nights, the peace you get when you look at the night sky ans spot the moon. It's soft and melodious and beautiful just like the moon. But if you look closely it got some spots in it. And sometimes his voice cracks... Not because he's in pain or sadness, it's just a natural thing for him.

Varuni: She just sounds drunk. No I mean she definitely speaks normal but also her voice makes YOU drunk. Maybe take it in a romantic way or whatever but it's true (it works, Varuna agrees)

Vasant: Deep voice like the tree trunk but also soft like the flowers he wears around his neck. He makes you remember home, gives you a longing for home, but alao makes you feel at home.

Kama: He speaks to you in a way that makes you feel loved. No not necessarily romantic love but all kinds of love. You just feel loved. Also he used terms like “love” “sweetheart” “dear” in regular conversations so yeah...

Rati: Contrary to popular opinion no she doesn't sound lusty 24/7. Well... Maybe a little... But she actually sounds really sweet and soft like a childhood friend or neighborhood sister

Aranyani: She sounds when gentle breezes blow and makes the forest trees dance, like the animals that makes sound in a forest... Can be scary sometimes but you'll also love listening to her.

Pushan: Like marriages bells, happy wishes, as if a letter came from someone you love. Don't know how to elaborate it but his voice gives a kind of joy, that you get when you know “haa ab life mein sab sahi hoga”

Kartik: Soft but somehow a bit awkward voice... like he's sure what he's speaking of but is he speaking the correct way? But if he's angry its War Cry. He'll tear you apart with words just like his mother.

Ganesh: Sounds like that topper backbencher kid. Knowledged asf but also mischievous but you'll like listening to him thou, it's like having a cousin at a boring family function.

Devsena/Shashthi: She also sounds like a mother but she sounds like she's coddling and pampering you, spoiling you with all kinds of foods and stuffs, she not just sounds like a mom but she'll make you feel like a smol baby too.

Lmao it's long sorry and I know I didn't cover most... Whom should I add next?

*sobs* THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL.

The way you explained all of these 😭

No words.

Perfect!

Next you can add Shukra, Budh, Ila/Sudyumna, Yama, Agni, Ayyappan, Ashvins, Aryaman, Vac, Dyaus, Alakshmi, Yami, Rudra, Savitr and more if ya want! :D

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH UGHHH

Im so glad with what you did with Indra, Mitra, Vasant and Varuni's voice HSJSKSKDJD SUITS SO WELL

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Wish You Were Here

Logan Howlett X Fem! Mutant! Reader

Warnings: ANGST, mentions of sacrifice, sad! Logan, angst asf, mild implied smut, blood, drinking, mentions of blow

Summary: Logan replays the song ‘Wish You Were Here’ by Pink Floyd, over and over again. He met you in the new universe, bringing back all the memories of his old life with you. That night, he drank himself to sleep.

The dark, strong liquid ran down Logan’s throat. He found himself at the bottom of the bottle once again. Digging around the apartment, he found Wade’s secret stash, beginning to drink that too.

Seeing you again had been too much. The slow guitar filled his ears. Wade had showed him how Spotify worked, creating playlists for the Wolverine to listen to. You had used Spotify in his world, but he had never bothered to learn. Logan didn’t like a lot of them, but he went looking for this song after he saw you at Wade’s party.

“Logan..” you whispered, gently kissing him.

He was on top of you, making you moan and plead for him.

Logan blinked away both the memory and the tears. In his other world, you were his. You were his to protect, to love, to cherish. And you had died with the rest of them. He couldn’t save you.

Your giggling brought a smile to his face. The stupid, fancy restaurant was nice enough to take you out on a first real date. It wasn’t Logan’s style, or yours, for that matter, but he wanted to treat you to something nice. You deserved it. The long, elegant red dress you wore hugged you in all the right places. It showed off your curves. Your cleavage stared at him from across the table.

“Thank you, Lo.” You smiled at him, caressing his hand.

Logan started crying, taking another swig of the liquor. You looked the exact same as you did before. The way you smiled at him, told him your name. He had frozen, not responding. He had killed you, it was all his fault. Seeing you again was unbearable. He left and went to a bar, not sticking around the party where you were. Now, he found himself finding solace in the alcohol around the apartment. He was even considering doing the blow Blind Al had left out, but knew it wouldn’t work for him with his healing abilities. He didn’t care what it was, he just needed to not feel anything for a while. The song was your song. You had sung it every time it came on. You were more tech savvy than Logan ever was or could be.

“So… so you think you can tell… heaven from hell? Blue skies from pain?” You sang out, in the passenger seat of the truck. You and Logan were sent on a mission by Charles. You installed Bluetooth into the old pickup. Logan opted to just let you control it the entire time, but would request a song every now and then.

“Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail, A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell?” Your slow, melodic voice brought peace to his ears. Even despite the sad lyrics, the emotion in your voice, Logan felt content to listen to you sing all day, night, years even.

He was putting himself through misery. Remembering the way you sang this song, remembering the soft words, gentle touches, passionate kisses between the two of you. The love you gave him was everything he ever wanted. You showed him kindness, when no one else had. Tears fell even more quickly.

“How I wish, how I wish you were here. We're just two lost souls swimming in a fishbowl, year after year,” You had belted out. You felt comfortable around Logan, to sing like this. You didn’t sing around the other x-men, which made Logan feel all the more special around you.

“Running over the same old ground, what have we found? The same old fears, wish you were here..” Your voice died out.

The memory faltering, being replaced by the image of Logan finding you dead.

Blood seeping from your fatal wounds. He hadn’t been here. He hadn’t been here to protect you. “Lo…” you choked out, releasing a final breath. You were in the doorway to the mansion. He knew you had tried to use your power to protect the others, sacrificing yourself first. It had meant nothing, no one was left alive.

Oh, he wishes you were here. To hold him, to comfort him. He knows you would tell him it’s not his fault, it was never his fault, but he knows it is his fault that you’re gone. You had begged him to stay that night. He would give anything to hear you sing again…

A/N: Sorry for this y’all, I’m just angsty asf and listening to this song on repeat made me think of Logan thinking about his old family. Crying in the club tbh…

[linicat]

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[toporecall]

Nice Little Wife - Chpt. 3

The end of this series! A little morning after epilogue :)

AO3 or read below

Author note: I know that canonically bruises and shit heal like instantly but that’s no fun so we’re ignoring that :)

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“Good morning, darling.”

I woke up to Rhys’s teeth on my earlobe, biting down just enough to send chills across my skin.

“Mmmm,” I hummed, “good morning.” 

I let myself stretch luxuriously and roll onto my stomach. Rhys placed his lips on the back of my neck and began kissing his way down my spine slowly as if we had all the time in the world.

“You seem like you’re in a better mood this morning,” I said when he was about halfway down my back. 

“Yes, well,” he said between kisses, “I had this ungodly beautiful woman in my bed all night. Which tends to cheer a man up.”

 I smiled into the pillow I was laying on, eyes still closed against the early morning sun.

“Oh, is that all it takes?” I teased.

His lips reached the base of my spine and he laid over my legs, sliding his hands up and down my sides. I hummed into the pillow happily.

“Well, that and,” he said onto the skin of my lower back, “I may or may not have gotten a tiny bit of revenge in the process.”

My eyes definitely opened at that. I tried to turn over but Rhys wouldn’t move from my legs so I turned to look at him as much as I could with just my upper body propped up on my forearms.

“What are you talking about? What revenge?” I asked, suddenly tense.

“Don’t be angry.” Rhys kissed my lower back once more and then showed me mind to mind what he’d shown Tamlin last night.

“Oh my gods, Rhys, what is wrong with you?” I exclaimed. I tried again to flip over but he only held me tighter in place and smirked at me, fingers tracing the soft skin of my sides. “Was that really necessary?”

“Not at all.” Cauldron damn his crooked smile. “But it was very satisfying.”

I buried my face back in the pillow and groaned. “This is going to make things so much worse. You do realize that, right?” I asked with my face fully buried in the pillow. I couldn’t believe him. That petty, arrogant male. My petty, arrogant male, for better or for worse.

“In my defense, he was already listening to everything on his own. I just provided some…visual accompaniment.” 

“Oh my gods,” I moaned exasperatedly into the pillow again. Tamlin had it coming, obviously I knew that. He was completely out of line at the meeting but still. The things I’d said, the things I’d done, the belt. 

I did have to admit, though, that there was something incredibly satisfying in knowing he’d seen all of that. He’d seen what might have been his forever had he not been so protective, so controlling. Had he not sold them out to Hybern to get me back like I was a possession.

“Darling,” Rhys crooned, scooting further up my naked body and sliding his hands underneath to cup my breasts. 

“Hmm?” His warm body covered mine, fingers tracing circles lightly around my nipples in a way he knew drove me crazy. He kissed the spot where my shoulder joined my neck, letting his teeth ghost over the skin.

“Isn’t it at all gratifying to know that you still have that power over him? That even now you can bring him to his knees?” That sweet, low bedroom voice of his was completely irresistible and he knew it well. He pinched both of my nipples lightly and I hummed into the pillow again, trying to sound annoyed still but it didn’t quite come out that way. His arousal pressed into my behind. “You are,” he said, kissing behind my ear, “a treasure. I just wanted to make sure he remembers that before he implies anything less than savory about you again.”

Rhys kneaded my breast with one hand as he dragged the other down the front of my body to grip my hip and flip me over beneath him. His violet eyes met mine and I could see everything he was feeling—defensive of me, of himself. After everything we’d endured, everything he’d given up, it was nearly impossible to sit by as we were so misunderstood by the other courts.

I sighed and lifted my head a little, just barely brushing his lips with mine. “Well, you certainly gave him a less than savory view of me last night,” I whispered, letting my head drop back onto the pillow and tried to hide my smile.

“On the contrary,” Rhys murmured, leaning down to kiss me, “you were very much savory,” Another kiss. “Delicious,” Another. “Mouthwatering. Tamlin certainly seemed to think so with his hand wrapped around his cock.” He kissed me again, slipping his tongue into my mouth this time to meet mine and I completely melted. We kissed deeply and languidly, losing ourselves in the feel of our bodies pressed against each other.

I slid one of my legs up, opening for him to rub his hard length against me, all thoughts of facing Tamiln and the other courts evaporated from my mind. I moaned into Rhys’s mouth, angling my hips to get him to rub against me just the right—

Several loud knocks sounded against the door.

“Go away,” Rhys called, lips barely leaving mine before returning to our kiss. I laughed as he kissed me and threaded his fingers through my hair to hold me to him.

“The meeting starts in 10 minutes and we heard enough of you two last night,” Cassian shouted through the door.

Rhys growled under his breath and reluctantly pulled away from me. 

“We will finish this later,” he said.

I smiled up at him, brushing a section of hair back from his face. “I’ll hold you to that.”

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Fifteen minutes later we were dressed and mostly presentable, though I was sporting a bruise on my neck where Rhys had bitten me the night before. I trailed my fingers over it while looking in the mirror, blushing at the memory. I don’t think that Rhys had any way of knowing Tamlin had once left a mark on me in almost the same place, the night Rhys and I had met, actually. Tamlin would certainly remember though and would be enraged by it. I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not.

Our group strode out into the courtyard where today’s meeting would once again be held. Tables had been set up full of breakfast foods, tea, juices, anything we could want. The morning was sunny, a light breeze shifting the skirts my gauzy dove gray dress. It was fairly modest by our standards, though almost completely backless save for thin straps crisscrossing across my back.

Just as we reached the threshold of the courtyard and I angled toward the table full of pastries, Rhys took my hand to hold me back as the others filed into the gathering.

“Don’t forget,” Rhys said in a low voice in my ear, “you hold the power. Tamlin may try to humiliate us, isolate us, but he would lay at your feet if it meant getting to have you again.” He kissed my cheek and sauntered over to greet Tarquin.

I took a deep breath and stepped forward, heading directly for the tea. Helion was already there, filling his own cup and looking like he’d hardly slept a moment. Which I suppose made sense given that I’d seen him slip into Mor’s room while we all readied for bed.

“Good morning, Helion,” I said while pouring myself a cup of tea.

Helion turned to say good morning but froze, eyes dropping to the mark on my neck, the forced expression of innocence on my face. He let out a world weary sigh. 

“Cauldron help us,” he muttered before going to take his seat at the table.

I finished pouring my tea and followed Helion to take my own seat next to Rhys who was already seated with the rest of our court members. Moments later, Tamlin strode through the doorway and strode brusquely across the courtyard. He took the final remaining seat directly across the table from me. I felt my cheeks reddening for only a moment before I caught myself and did my best impression of Rhys—fixing my face into a confidently bored expression, smiling just enough to let Tamlin know that I was in on the secret. I was in charge.

“Sleep well, Tamlin?” I asked sweetly, taking a sip of my tea. Rhys reached over, fingers lazily grazing the back of my hand. I watched Tamlin’s eyes track the movement, then meet my eyes for a moment before marking the bruise on my neck. The muscles of his jaw tensed and I swore I could almost hear his teeth grinding. Everyone else assembled around us was trying their best not to look like they were listening in and failing spectacularly.

“Well enough,” Tamlin finally replied without meeting my gaze. “I trust you did as well.” His politeness was only barely masking the displeasure beneath.

“Eventually,” Rhys purred with a crooked smirk.

Now I could definitely hear Tamlin’s teeth grinding.

“Yes, well,” Thesan started, clearing his throat, “perhaps we should begin. We still have much to discuss today.”

Rhys nodded toward Thesan, crossing his legs and taking my hand in his. 

You’re rubbing it in, I said in Rhys’s mind as Thesan began to discuss strategy.

You started it, Feyre darling.

Fair, I suppose.

Besides, you know I can’t resist having the last word.

Tamlin spent the rest of the meeting avoiding my gaze and, miraculously, only opening his mouth to speak strictly of the coming war. 

And once we had concluded our strategizing, Rhys and I winnowed back to the townhouse and finished what we’d started that morning.

[bigboipyromaniac]

I am BEGGING for a sub doom slayer pls and tyy 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

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Omg big man being a sub… im in love

MINORS THERES A CAKE NEXT DOOR, QUICK BEFORE OTHERS EATS IT!!

(Aka minors dni)

Its been a while since Flynn had taken a break, been on the quest to kill the demons and finding that robot he hates, not sure why but whatever fit his cup.

You could hear Flynn repairing one of bis weapons the recently broke on a mission, and how he was handling it, you could tell it was frustrating him. You were just going to leave him be and figure out his own problem but you got a good idea.

You tried to sneak into Flynn’s room but that never goes as planned he can always hear you footsteps, you stopped in your tracks when he turned his head over his shoulders, realizing it was you, he turned back around to his work ignoring you for the most part.

But you can never be ignored.

You walked up behind his and wrapped you are around his waist, you were mainly feeling his body, it was very soft, he did always took care of himself after a mission.

You kept rubbing against his abs and slowly moved your hands lower and lower until it was right on his crotch. He was pretty pent up, it's been a while since you both done it. You can feel his erection in his sweatpants, he was thrusting himself into your hands.

You can tell Flynn was trying to focus on his tinkering, but your hand was making ot a bit hard to focus on where to put things in.

You hand slowly slipped into his pants and started to massage his hard-on. Now this time he really could focus on anything besides you. His moans were a bit louder now and he could stop thrusting into your hands.

You knew Flynn was close to release, but you did want to have a bit of fun with him. You let go before things got a bit messy in his pants, "sit down big man, relax for once." You said and of course Flynn listened like a big puppy. He sat down oh his big chair that you always called his "Big Throne." You sat in front of him and pulled down his pants.

You placed you hands again on his election, Flynn has started thrusting again while moaning, you could tell he was desperate to be inside of you, but where's the fun in that?

You placed his dick into your mouth making sure it was wet enough for it to fit into you. Flynn grabbed your head and made sure that your entire mouth covered his dick.

He could stop fucking your throat, it was so warm and tight. He could keep going on for a day, but you had other plans. You pulled yourself out, and breathed a bit before going back to work.

You climbed on top of Flynn and placed yourself on top of him. You positioned yourself on top of his bones, but before you go down on him..

"You know." He looked up at you.

You should really apologize after what you just did." Flynn gave you an annoyed face, but that quickly changed once you moved your hips around to tease him.

"I-I'm sorry " it's been a while since you've heard his voice

It was nice

"I'm sorry for what?" He signed

I'm sorry for using your throat, please keep going" He said with desperation, you giggled a bit.

"OK if you say so!" You gave his a little kiss on his lips and you lowered yourself down onto his dick . Despite your throat getting absolutely destroyed by him, he's still pretty big inside of you, but that's not going to stop you.

After he was fully in you, he grabbed you by the hips and used you like his own personal flesh toy , but honesty stopping him was the last thing in your mind, it felt too good for it to jaut suddenly stop.

There was no noise besides both of your moans and the slapping between yall. He stood up while still inside and placed you on his desk. His thrust were getting deeper and more messier, he was so close and this time he could let go.

You wrapped your leg around his waist making sure he didn't pull out just yet and moved you arm around his shoulder. After a while, he wrapped his arms around you pulling you closer while his load filled you up. You gave him kisses all around his shoulder while both of you were getting ready to move and clean yourself up.

Soon, Flynn pulled himself out of you, his load started to spill out all over his desk. "I'll clean it up later" He says then placing you over his shoulder.

"Where are you taking me now" You said, a bit tired after the pounding from Flynn.

"Shower, don't worry I'll do all the work." Aw whata sweetheart, maybe you could get a bit of rest while he does that.

Yea that's not happening.

[rationaliity]

CALICO — VOICELINES

interactive voices

first meeting : hi ! i’m calico, and this is tabby, we’re members of the planetary protection division. if ever you need us, feel free to shoot either one of us a text, we’ll do our best to help out !

greeting : is something wrong ? you look like you’re deep in thought. if something’s troubling you, you can tell me. i’ll listen, i promise.

parting : oh, hey ! i’m glad you look less stressed out now. did you figure it out ? ah, i’m happy for you ! busy days are even better when they’re finally done and you get to take a nap. 

about self: tabby : tabby : just because i’m a new addition to the cosmos, doesn’t mean that you, or anyone else, can try to pull one over on me. i’m a lot smarter than people give me credit for ! i have all of calico’s brains and none of her fear of confrontation. i say what i want when i want it. 

about self: memory loss : there’s a lot of things that i’m supposed to remember, but a lot of it eludes me to this day. a lot of doctors have given their two cents about it, including people that i’m sure  you know, but in the end, no one can truly know why so much is missing within me. unless they were on that dead planet with me, of course.

chat: planetary protection division : the ipc sends us out when a world has gone through a crisis and may not have the ability to pick itself back up. we collaborate with a lot of the ipc, including the strategic investment department and the intelligentsia guild. whatever we need to help a world, if we don’t have it, the other factions do.

chat: ipc : the ipc is filled with interesting members ! topaz and i are relatively close, and i’ve met aventurine a few times. now, that doctor.. i’ve met him more times than i can count, and every time has been… enlightening, to say the least.

tabby: enlightening ? you’re too busy ogling him to pay attention to what he’s saying.

hobbies : getting a cat nap in when i can is the only way i can keep up my strength, after all, i wanna be at peak performance in case anything happens. sleeping is so nice, you can go anywhere and be anyone in your dreams ~ 

tabby : i like collecting keychains ! i have a dozen probably from different planets that we’ve visted. i don’t have anything ot even put them on, i just have a bunch of them. 

annoyances : those times where you swear you have an hour left to nap but then your alarm rings.. the worst ever. 

something to share : the easiest way of taking care of yourself is to go about everything one step at a time. can’t get out of bed ? just wiggle your toes, or stretch. you’ll get there.

knowledge : the human body is beautifully resilient. you can go through hell and return still standing on your own feet. there’s nothing you can’t do if you put your mind to it. 

about dr. ratio : ah, the doctor within the intelligentsia guild, a man of knowledge.. as elusive as he is, uhm, interesting.

tabby : and by ‘interesting’ you mean ‘handsome’. you can just say what you mean, calico.

about aventurine : i’ve never been in his shoes, so i don’t know what he’s gone through personally. i feel as though my amnesia makes me lucky comparatively. i don’t have to remember what i’ve been through.

about topaz : her love for anything cute and fluffy is adorable. one time, i bought her a fuzzy keychain from a planet i visited, and i swear i saw her tear up.

about raun mei : she is.. beautiful, from a distance. i can’t bring myself to approach her. life.. is more than an experiment. 

eidolon activation : the parts of me that i’ll never understand, why do you slumber ? 

character ascension : move forward, even if you can’t feel your feet. 

max level reached : we’re here because of the tireless work of other people. my accomplishments are not my own.

trace activation : a new skill ! perhaps i have earned a well deserve nap. what do you say, tabby ? 

added to team with dr. ratio : ah, d-doctor..! you’re here too ?

tabby : leave this to us, doctor. you can just stand there and look pretty. 

added to team with aventurine : we’ve gone through harder trials than this, i’m sure. i will protect you.

added to team with topaz : what a pleasant surprise, topaz ~ once we’re done here, i’ll take you out to eat.

added to team with raun mei : tabby : we’re here, miss, a testament to life itself. 

combat voices

battle begins : weakness break : i’m a tough cookie..!

battle begins : danger alert : stand behind me ! 

turn begins : i can take a punch or two.

turn idling : decisions…are hard..

basic atk : calico and tabby do not have any basic atk voiceovers

enhanced basic atk:  calico and tabby do not have any enhanced basic atk voiceovers.

skill 1 : we will not let you get hurt.

skill 2 : tabby : focus ! we can take this ! 

hit by light attack : i couldn’t even feel it !

hit by heavy attack : ow.. that’s going to bruise..

ultimate: activate : i will not fail you !

ultimate: unleash : my scars.. i carry them with the strength inside of me..!

talent 1 : hah, try again !

talent 2 : tabby : you’re weak !

downed : everything.. has lead me to this point.. 

return to battle : thank you, i will never forget this kindness. 

health recovery : i feel much better now !

technique : let me lead the way. 

battle won : another win, we’re on a roll today ! 

treasure opening 1 : we got lucky this time !

treasure opening 2 : tabby : does this count as stealing ? 

precious treasure opening : what nice stuff ! do you want to split ?

successful puzzle-solving 1 : hah ! i knew i was smart ! 

successful puzzle-solving 2 : tabby : are you going to go tell him ?

enemy target found : we’re stronger, i can tell. 

returning to town : can we go take a nap now ? i’m sleepy..

-> introduction | gallery | lightcone

[abihastastybeans]

HELLO

5, 10, 13, 15, 18, 19, 21, 29 from here

(i just realised that that's a lot so feel free to skip some/answer selectively if you want to do that!)

CAL HIIIII!!!!

(are you kidding ofcourse I'm gonna answer all of that, let's make a game out of it and see how long it takes me)(it's 15:05 when I started answering)

5. Favourite song in your native language

Can't think of one rn😭 The first one that came to mind is Venmadhi Venmadhi from Minnale because some guy was playing that on the bus yesterday. I think it's a lovely song, especially the third verse :)

10. Most enjoyable swear word in your native language

I don't really swear in Tamil😂 I only use words like stupid/wastrel/dog/buffalo... y'know the most common ones lol

But, again, the first swear word that came to mind is *looks around to make sure no one's listening* "watha" - which is basically the Tamil equivalent of fuck - because one of my friends called another friend that this morning lmao

13. Does your country (or family) have any specific superstitions ot traditions that might seem strange to outsiders?

Well there's so many but i generally think that doing rituals/ chanting slokas or vedas must be very strange to outsiders who aren't really used to that! Imagine being a white christian and you encounter a yagna happening with a giant fire, lots of huge shirtless men saying very weird words in their blaring voice, adding all kinds of different things into the fire, while surrounding people watched on... I'd be terrified 😂💀

15. A saying, joke, or hermetic meme that only people from your country will get?

SO BEAUTIFUL. SO ELEGANT. JUST LOOKING LIKE A WOW.

18. Do you speak with a dialect of your native language?

Gosh I speak so many dialects - depending on who I'm talking with. There's what I consider the normal one, there's the one mixed with random English sentences😂, there's the local chennai dialect for when I'm dealing with/in public or local vendors💀, there's the tambrahm (wow it feels weird to say it like that) dialect because that's what I was raised on in mum's side of the family

19. Do you like your country's flag and/or emblem? What about the national anthem?

I've honestly never thought about this before...

Flag - 🇮🇳 It's a good one, I like what it stands for. But no one would forget the struggle it would take when you were 6 years old and were asked to draw the national flag and you wouldn't remember how many spokes are there in the ashoka chakra😭 or even if you remembered, you wouldn't know how to divide them evenly throughout the circle... So much stress. 7/10

Emblem - it's a bit complex if you ask me but eh. It looks cool i guess. I like the phrase 'satyameva jayathe' ("truth alone triumphs" in Sanskrit) so there's that :p 5/10

National Anthem - I love it!! I like the picture it paints, listing out all those places! Only criticism is that it was very difficult for younger abi to sing the beginning because it was so very low and i struggled for a long time😅 9/10

21. If you could send two things from your country into space, what would they be?

Aloo mutter gravy and methi roti👍

29. Does your region/city have a beef with another place in your country?

I was thinking really hard...before i realised🤭

MYSURU. WHY do you do that to your sambar??? It's nice, I'd be lying if I said it's bad, but how?????? How did you come to the decision "oh you know what. I'm gonna make this taste sweet. Yeah."??

We went to Mysore one time and had some sambar and do you know what happened, cal? My cousin threw up, that's what happened.

(it was because of the long uphill travel but the sambar definitely contributed :p)

What you lack in sambar, you make up for it with Udupi rasam so. I forgive you😤

(now the time is 15:55)

"Hi, I'm not from the US" ask set