#this is one of his two expressions but idc he’s great

[devilsrecreation]

Neema doesn’t even talk and he’s got the most iconic expression of all the crocs

B o m b a s t i c side eye

C r i m i n a l o f f e n s i v e side eye

[lilisgardensblog]

Stream theory! time:

I am here to write my thoughts about the Neuvillette part of the stream/trailer, feel free to share yours too!

"The Melusines can't be trusted! That goes for Neuvillette too!"

So, first I have to say I'm heartbroken to hear that the Melusines and Neuvillette can't be trusted, but idc idc i trust them no matter what. And the Melusines saying: "I'm confident that we'll find the meaning of our existence one day" truly broke my heart.

To keep going with the Neuvillette angst we have The Chief of Justice himself saying: "I find it difficult to express my emotions, because I cannot fully understand myself" The struggle to deal with accusations from your own people that they don't trust you while being unable to show them how you really feel... and to add to that whatever rumours saying that u were born from calamity?? I'm so confused and sooo hyped to get the full lore.

'is this what justice means to u? answer me neuvillette!'

First, let me point out THE VOICE ACTING FOR THIS LINE IS CHEF KISS. It sends shivers down my spine every time I hear it. And every time I hear it I'm thinking, what verdict did Neuvillette come to for Wrio to deliver such a powerful line? Maybe it's about Lyney and Lynette? Because we hear Freminet asking Wrio about his siblings and I'm thinking that maybe Wrio goes and demands an explanation from Neuvillette?

"You will see much in the human world, from the delightful to the depressing and one day, when you have dwelt among humanity long enough, you will be placed to bring judgement over all, as the spokesperson for Fontaine's past"

Can't move on from this line without pointing out the informal addressing here. No Monsieur or anything. Straight up Neuvillette. I'm curious to see how close the characters are and why does Wrio sounds so hurt/betrayed.

edit: a lot of people told me the voice line is from an npc but im too tired to delete everything👍

THIS??? raised so many questions in my head it's crazy. it's unnecessary. The hold this last line has on me is absurd. I think it's directly addressed to Neuvillette and I'm curious why is he the one bringing judgement over all? why is he the one shown all alone in a grey and dull Fontaine?why not Furina? What does "spokesperson for Fontaine's past" suppose to mean??Like we already speculated about him being the Hydro Dragon, but this is *sniff* i smell GREAT storyline.

Genshin is about to drop heeeeavy lore and I'm here for it.

"its unnecessary to hold me in such high regard"

Last line in the trailer. Neuvillette said this right after being shown as one of the most powerful people in the whole nation really. He is either really modest or just tries to hide the fact that he's the most powerful in the nation. Or both. Honestly I'm not even sure of what to say about this, I just had to add it here because Neuvillette said it and I'm in whoo for him.

Him🤝Zhongli , fancy talking and acting like they don't have supreme power.

Last thought: this trailer was so powerful and sad over all. I'm expecting the archon quest to be an emotional rollercoaster with one or two emotional punches. I just know Neuvillette story will make me sob. Just look at him.

p.s. : I saw someone pointing out that the creators said that Neuvillette made a law so that the Melusines to be addressed as she/her and that fills my heart with joy. Neuvillette is shown to be oh so powerful and 'born from calamity' or whatever and yet he's one of the sweetest and kindest characters. 🫶🏼

Conclusion: i love neuvillette and idc about false accusations 😊🫶🏼

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SNOWFALL OF HEARTS ; CORIOLANUS SNOW

pairing: coriolanus snow x tribute!oc part: two summary: coriolanus is torn between his harsh pursuit of victory and the growing warmth in his heart for erykah, his tribute from district 9 warnings: ooc coriolanus a/n: this series is gonna be super fluffy so if you're looking for angst I am not the person to go to!! idc if snow ends up being a little shithead I hate writing angst previous parts: one word count: 1.6k join taglist!!

A peacekeeper led Erykah to a train car. She climbed up and surveyed the area for her district partner. He was sitting in the corner waiting for her. She sat beside him for the ride, hoping that he would be an ally.

“That was your sister right? The one you volunteered for.” He inquired. The question woke Erykah up. “Yes, it was.” She mumbled, hoping to herself that she was doing okay. “I wish I had somebody that would do that for me…” the boy muttered more to himself than to Erykah. She didn’t question him further and instead rested her head on the boy’s bony shoulder.

She hadn’t seen her family before she left. That could be the last time she sees her sister. Why did I ignore her? She thought of her mother. What is she going to do without me? Will she take good care of her, or will she mess it up like last time? She tried to push her worried thoughts to the side as she picked at her nails. Please take care of her while I’m gone, she whispered to herself.

Coriolanus stood nervously at the train station waiting for his tribute. His heart was beating out of his chest as he paced alongside the train, hoping to see Erykah or the male tribute from her district.

At that moment he saw Panlo jump out of one of the train carts and lift his hands to Erykah’s waist to set her on the ground. Coriolanus was getting worse. He touched his blonde curls, hoping it would calm him down. It was no use. His heart was beating so fast he thought he was about to have a heart attack.

Erykah dusted her dress off after getting out of the train cart. She looked over at him with a confused look before turning to Panlo. “You can go along without me.” She muttered to him, smoothing her slightly frizzy hair before walking over to Coriolanus.

He nervously reached a white rose out to her, hands slightly shaking. “Welcome to the Capitol” He uttered to her with a grin. She took the rose out of his hand, brushing her fingertips against his. The feeling made him shiver. 

She took a long smell of the flower before questioning him, “Why are you here?” Although the question sounded rude, her sweet voice showed she was just curious. “I’m your mentor… for the games” He answered her, nerves starting to slightly dissolve. She nodded slowly, seeming to be thinking to herself. “Well what can you do for me as a mentor other than bring me roses?” The brunette tilted her head slightly as she asked him.

“I do my best to take care of you”

She blushed a little upon hearing that from him. The comment gave her comfort. She smiled widely, “Well that’s very sweet of you…?” She paused, realizing he never told her his name. “Coriolanus. Coriolanus Snow.” He answered her question, not as nervous as before.

“It’s been great talking to you Coriolanus, but I’ve got to go!” She announced with a big toothy grin on her face. A peacekeeper had shown up behind her, pushing her toward a different vehicle, one Coriolanus recognized as a cattle car. 

He sauntered after her as she got in the car. He walked along the train asking peacekeepers if he could ride with them. The two that previously stood outside the doors of the car, were now running after one of the male tributes that attempted to get away. Now was the chance, he thought to himself as he trod onto the car.

As soon as he got in, all the tributes were looking at him. Some with bloodthirsty eyes. Some with expressions of fear.

He stood there nervously as they continued to stare. “What’s wrong pretty boy? You in the wrong cage?” A man Coriolanus recognized as the tribute from district eleven asked him mockingly. “Get him Reaper.” He heard one of the other tributes mutter to him as Reaper strode up to Coriolanus, slamming him against the back wall of the car. 

“I’ll kill you right now.” He declared aggressively. Some of the strong looking tributes got out of their seats and announced they all should. “Nothing left to lose now.” The tribute that tried to run away earlier stood up cracking his knuckles with a scowl on his face, seeming to be moments away from beating up Coriolanus.

“You got any family at home? Friends, maybe even a pet? They’ll be killed if you hurt him. Then you.” Erykah interrupts their conflict, attempting to defend Coriolanus. “Besides, he’s my mentor; I might need him,” She adds with a barely noticeable smile.

“How come you got one?” A girl with a short dark red haircut asks. Erykah didn’t know the answer, turning her gaze to the blonde for help. “You all get one.” He tried to comment calmly as Reaper was still pushing him against the wall.

“Well why aren’t ours here? How come flower girl here gets special treatment? Is it cause she volunteered?” She talked fast, poking fun at her for the incident at the reaping. “It doesn’t have anything to do with me volunteering. I guess yours just wasn’t inspired.” Erykah smarted back at her with a smirk.

The red haired girl looked like she was about to lunge at her when the cart started to shake. Everybody started to panic as the shaking got more and more aggressive. Coriolanus hung onto the back as it started to tip over. Erykah rushed out of her seat to get to him. She latched onto his right arm, he put that same arm around her waist to keep her from falling.

The cart tipped over completely. Coriolanus’ grip on the back of the cart loosened as he and Erykah fell down.

His eyes adjusted to the brightness of the outdoors as he realized where he was, the Capitol zoo. He looked around panicked, eyes meeting Erykah’s as she searched for his rose from earlier. 

A man doing a news report seemed to finally notice his presence. “Excuse me sir! Who are you, and why are you in there with them? We’re live.” He gestured to the camera recording him.

Coriolanus panicked as he stood up. Erykah grabbed his arm bringing him back to reality. “Own it,” She muttered, looking up at him with big eyes as he breathed heavily. He nodded slightly at her, trying to calm himself down.

He took the rose from her hand and snapped the stem. He grabbed the loose curls on her face, tucking them behind her ears before putting the rose behind her ear as well. She gave a small smile up at him before taking his hand in hers.

They walked up to two young kids in the crowd, seeming to be siblings. “Hi there, what’s your name?” She knelt down to the children's level, still holding Coriolanus’ hand. “My name is Pontius, that’s my little sister Venus. She’s only four.” The young boy told Erykah. “I have a little sister too. She’s quite a bit older than yours though.” She told Pontius with a slightly sad smile.

“That’s really cool that you took her place. Someday I want to be as brave as you.” The little girl, Venus, spoke to Erykah. “Well you can be anything you want to be sweetheart.” She gave the girl a big smile. She reminds me of Maggy, she thought to herself. 

She stopped her conversation with Venus to turn to the reporter. “And who might you be?” She questioned the reporter with a smile as she stood up, her hand letting go of Coriolanus’ to move to her hip.

“I’m Lucretius ‘Lucky’ Flickerman but more importantly, who might you be; Erykah from district 9.” He spoke to her in a very newscaster voice. “Well as you know my name is Erykah Thorpe. I do a little singing at a local bar in nine… Not much to know about me, I suppose!” She giggled and looked over at Coriolanus to see him with a smile.

“Well I’m sure the people in the Capitol would love to hear you sing, I know I would!” He talked to her enthusiastically. “I would love to!” She told him, partially for the cameras. Despite her love for music, the thought of singing for the Capitol made her feel weird.

“Do you know my mentor? He says his name is Coriolanus Snow, and I must have gotten the brightest star in the Dipper cause none of the other mentors decided to show up.” She told Lucky with a smile, grabbing Coriolanus and moving him lightly forward, attempting to change the subject.

“The game makers did tell you to jump in the cage with them…?” Lucky questioned Coriolanus. He tensed up at the comment. “They didn’t tell me not to. They just said that it was a mentor’s job to introduce our tributes to the citizens of Panem.” The way he spoke to Lucky almost sounded sarcastic. Erykah could tell the game makers got on his nerves. “And I thought if Erykah is brave enough to be here then why shouldn’t I be too.” He stopped talking to look down at her, who gave him a smile and a nod.

“Well it looks like you're about to be whisked away young man.” Lucky informed him in a slightly sarcastic voice. Coriolanus turned around to see two peacekeepers about to pull him away from the conversation. But Erykah stopped them, grabbing onto Coriolanus’ arm to say one final thing to him.

“Can you get me some food please? I haven’t eaten since before the reaping.” She asks Coriolanus, practically pleading with him. All he did was give her a soft nod, and he was pulled away. Can I really win this? She thought to herself as her only chance of survival walked away from her.

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[peterparkersnose]

I Need You More Than I Wanted To

pairing: Din Djarin x reader

word count: 3k

warnings: needy din, lowkey out of character but idc, pining possibly one sided, lots of begging, angst, description of y/n’s body, masturbation reference if you squint HARD, sappy speeches at the end, arguing, lots of angst (bc angst is my favorite)

a/n i’ve had this idea in my drafts for MONTHS so i’m so happy i’ve gotten around to writing it.

summary Y/N overhears a damaging conversation between Din and Greef Karga

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Din’s heart ached like no other watching you these past few days. The silent suffering, the longing, and the pain he has been observing was hard to watch; the hardest part was that he was the reason for this.

He knew you like the back of his hand. For years the two of you have been traveling the galaxy, searching for as many credits as possible and managing to have a fun time while doing it. Living life with you is how Din preferred it. It was carefree. The two of you made a great team and wanted to live lavishly one day. That was the dream, at least. The two of you saved credits like crazy, but it never seemed to be enough to purchase a palace. Once the kid came along everything changed. The sudden dream of living large seemed to fade over the horizon. Something clicked. The two of you were now parents.

When Greef mentioned to him about you when the two of you visited the new Nevarro, Din was sure he was just messing with him.

“Are you two finally together?”

The question confused Din.

“You know, the way she looks at you. That’s love.”

Din was shocked. Had he really been that clueless?

“That’s impossible,” Din responded. Greef laughed. “You're telling me that if she made the first move, you wouldn’t reciprocate it?”

A strict “No” came from Din. “Never.”

The child cooed and the two men turned around. There you stood in the doorway, waiting for them to finish their conversation. The exact conversation you had just overheard.

Your mouth slightly dropped. The expression on your face was shocked. You quickly blinked and closed your mouth, trying to mask your disappointment. But Din knew. Maybe it was enough to fool Greef Karga, but Din knew he had just hurt the person he cared for the most deeply.

“H-he wanted you,” you said silently, not expecting your voice to quiver. You set down Grogu on the red velvet couch. Din nodded. Your lip quivered as you stared at him through the visor in pure shock. With hurt in your eyes, you excused yourself to the shared quarters the two of you were given for the time of your stay.

“And that…” Greef began. Din scooped up Grogu in his arms. Grogu made a noise and grunted, seemingly wanting to now leave his father and attend to his heartbroken mother. He squirmed in Din’s arms until he let him down.

“That was the look of heartbreak.”

The next few days on Nevarro were filled with a cold distance. Neither you nor Din wanted to discuss the elephant in the room. Simple words were exchanged in the interest of the child, but that was about it.

It was your last night on Nevarro.

Din had been at the cantina with Greef Karga and some of his associates, celebrating the newly liberated Nevarro. You had gone to bed early, staying with Grogu.

You were surprised Din even agreed to go out, he hated outings such as drinking with friends. If things weren’t so heated at the moment, he would have much rather preferred a night staying in with you and watching some stupid show on your datapad and eating whatever your heart desired.

The sun had been set for hours. You were lounging in your satin red sleep robe that was complimentary given to you upon your arrival. The beautiful braid you had your hair up in all day was now gone, your hair was curled due to the all-day friction. The ladies assigned to your care were more than delightful. With the satin robes and braids you could never master, it was like you never wanted to leave. You lay on the king-sized bed you had been giving to Din the last few nights. The couch was beginning to hurt your back, and he was nowhere to be found. 

Grogu, still not asleep, was patting the lavish sheets with his hands. You smiled, watching the curious creature discover the new textures. Your eyes wandered to the marvelous carvings coated in gold paint that covered the pillars in your room. Eyes beginning to droop, you were suddenly awoken by a cold hand on your exposed thigh. 

“Buir!” he squealed. Recognizing the Mando’a right away, your thinned-lip smile turned into a frown. “I know,” you sighed, extending your hand towards the child and brushing the top of his head. “He’ll be back soon.”

Grogu crawled up your legs and onto your torso. Grogu began grabbing some of the strands of hair that lay on your chest, you slowly separated his hands from the grasp. “Good job on speaking, buddy.” you smiled, now sitting against the bedframe. Grogu sat in your lap, reaching for your hair once again. A genuine smile arose on your face as you watched your son rest in your lap. The thought of Din left your mind, but only temporarily. He seemed to haunt your dreams as he haunted your days. You fell asleep with Grogu in your lap. 

Din’s clanky armor trudged up the many stairs to the guest bedroom. It was almost like a full workout, he was ready to get into the shower and then get into bed. 

Din absolutely hated his time out; barely being able to sip his drink and listening to the arguing of men about topics he didn't even care about was not his idea of a good night. He didn't want to admit it though—he yearned to spend the night with you. You consumed his every thought, and with every sip of his strong alcohol, he just kept feeling worse and worse. The image of your face re played in his head all week. With the disappointment and hurt he never wanted to inflict on you, the guilt was building up in his stomach like no other. 

Slowly, his ungloved hand waved against the sensor. The door whirred open. Din hoped he didn’t wake you, it was already almost morning, even though the sunrise was hours away. He could hear the morning bugs begin to chirp on his way home. As his eyes adjusted to the lighting, he set his helmet down on the chair in the corner. He turned around to find you- his heart seemed to skip a beat. 

Laying in the silk robe you were gifted, your legs were parted awkwardly as you slept. You lay on your stomach with your face delved in a pillow. The slow movement of your back going up and down gave Din the confidence that you were okay. One arm lay at your side, the other cradled Grogu against your waist. His breath finally caught up with him once he realized he had been staring for too long. 

The only thing he could seem to think about in his shower was his best friend. The woman who had always been there for him. She was merely a partner until Greef suggested otherwise. The thought of even diving into anything romantic with you never crossed Din’s mind until then. His hand held his seemingly limp body on the wall, holding him upwards as the water washed over him. The thought of you sprawled out on the bed, on his bed was just… 

The thought went straight to his head, making him feel emotions for you he never had before. Your body, the way you lay, how you were protecting his son even in slumber. Everything about you seemed so appealing in a way Din had never felt for another woman. 

“You know, the way she looks at you. That’s love.”

Greef’s voice haunted Din’s mind as he slept. He woke up gasping for air on the couch. You turned to look at him but only for a moment. You made eye contact. It was rare you saw him without his helmet, and even rarer to make complete eye contact. Din wasn’t one for eye contact. Looking down, you continued to fold Grogu’s extra robes that were freshly cleaned and delivered to your room earlier this morning. You were packing to leave. 

Din sat upright, his hand holding his forehead. His head was pounding. Looking up, he noticed a glass of water and a few pills sitting on the table in front of him. Presumably set up for him, by you. His heart sank. Even in pain, you somehow still cared for him. He turned to look at you again. You were still getting Grogu ready to leave. He was jumping on the bed, making gargling noises as you tried to dress him. Din took the pills and finished the water and set the glass down with a clank, so you knew he had seen your gesture. 

“What time are we leaving?” he asked, standing up to finish his packing. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror; his hair was disheveled and he was in need of a shave. He ran a hand over the patchy stubble on his cheeks. To his surprise, his bag was sitting packed on the same chair where he rested his helmet last night. His helmet was sitting on top of the bag. 

You sighed. “Din,” you croaked, saying his name for the first time in days. He looked over at you. The same pain was there, but the look of exhaustion followed it. “I-I’m not going.” 

His brows raised. A slight panic set in. “What do you mean, your not going?” he asked in a more hostile tone than needed. You drew in a sharp breath and looked back at the same gold detailing you were looking at the night before. “Grogu is packed,” you simply said, scooping the child up in your arms. He squealed at your embrace, cuddling up in your arms. It was the last time you were going to be with Grogu, at least for a while. “Greef invited us to breakfast,” you said, swiftly walking past Din to the door. Your attempt to leave was unsuccessful.

Din grabbed your arm and pulled you back. Grogu let out a whine, as he was shuffled in the hassle. No words had to be said, the stares you were giving each other were enough. Din tilted his head slightly. The feeling of you was slipping through his fingers. Memories of you two fighting bounties, saving credits for a future, and then raising Grogu together hurt him more than ever. You were already too far gone. He had done damage that seemed irreversible.

A single tear rolled down your face. 

It was never meant to go this far. 

“Let me go,” you begged. Din didn’t realize his grasp on you was getting tighter as the seconds went by. “I don’t want to,” he whispered, closer to a mumble.

With reluctance, he let go of your arm. 

“What about the villa?” he called after you as you were about to exit the room. You stopped cold in your tracts. “Don’t bring up the villa-” you scolded him, turning around. The once-thought dream of living lavishly with Din, as a retired pair on a fancy planet scorned your broken heart. “You're really just going to leave? After everything?” he asked.

“You were my everything.” you bitterly cried out. Grogu squirmed in your arms. You sat him down on the bed.

Those words punched through Din like a thousand knives. “I didn’t mean-”

“Then what did you mean?” you ask, approaching Din. “I heard your conversation loud and clear, Din. I understand your intentions.”

“Y/N I had no clue,” he tried to defend himself. “Liar!” you screamed. Din was taken aback by your anger and took a few steps back. “I have spent the last many years of my life following you around blindly. We lived together, slept in the same bed, shared meals, shared laughs, and now share a child! I held you during cold nights! I saw your face, we’ve seen each other nude more times than I can count, you cared for me when I got hurt on that one mission to Tatooine. You cared for me while my leg was broken and I was helpless. We were everything without a title, Din! There is no way you never saw or felt anything. I simply don’t believe it. I can’t believe I thought I could see the true heart of a cold, selfish Mandalorian.”

Din was almost at a loss for words. He stood for a moment, finding words to say as he watched you realize every single word you had just spewed out at him. Your hand began to shake as you sat down, covering your mouth and staring at the carpet with wide eyes.

“Do you think I chose this? This is how I was raised, Y/N!” he argues. Your gaze moved from the carpet and back to Din. “I cannot take a spouse unless they are a Mandalorian, you know this,” Din begged, grasping for straws. He wanted you more badly than anything else in the world, but the creed that was so deeply indoctrinated in him was fighting the feelings.

“Blinded by your creed.” you spat out. Din seethed. The creed he was in the process of abandoning anyways. 

“Why do you think I’m leaving it?” he blurted out. He didn’t want to admit it, but he said it out loud. Never had he ever admitted before to himself, let alone another person that he was done with his origins. The religion he was raised in, the culture that had brought him in and saved his life was now being thrown out… but for what? The convincing Bo-Katan did and saving him from this cult-like creed saved his life, truly deep down. Even if the efforts were small, they awoke something in Din. But was he really ready to shun his culture completely? Din never really came to terms with it, I guess, until now. 

“You have hurt me deeply, Din Djarin,” you said with your lip quivering, stating your final words. With that, you took Grogu and went to breakfast. You knew using his full, true name always hit him in a spot where it hurt most.

As you were about to walk down the spiral staircase at the end of the hallway, you heard your name being called clearly from the other side of the hall. You turned around, seeing Din jogging down the hall to you.

“Din! Your helmet,” you cried out. He had left the room without it. As he only trusted you and Grogu to see his natural face, anyone who he didn’t trust could turn him into the leaders of his clan. It touched him that you seemed to care for him on some level to still care about his helmet insecurities.

Then again, the reigns the creed held on him were loosening day by day.

“Wait,” he said, huffing as he approached you. “Please.”

“I want to go eat breakfast,” you said sternly.

Din’s arms loosely fell over your figure, his hands slowly touching your arms as they cradled Grogu.

“Don’t go,” he begged.

You looked up into his glossy eyes. Often you would forget how much taller he was than you. Sighing, you looked away.

“Give me one reason why I shouldn’t.”

Din’s knees seemed to collapse under him. He gave in to the buckling of his kneecaps and grabbed both of your hands, begging on his knees for you.

“To live all these years blindly, to not see what was truly in front of me will haunt me for the rest of my days. I am lost without you. Like a galaxy without stars, I am incomplete. I hope you can forgive me for my foolish words, I did not know what I was saying. You are everything to me. The mother of my child, my partner in crime, my light in the dark, my moon to guide me at night, my motivation, my companion, my love. Please forgive me. I need you to stay. You are all I have, you are all I need. A life without you is not worth living.”

To end his plea, he kissed your hands and wept.

Your right hand moved from his grasp to cup his cheek. It was wet with tears. “Don’t cry,” you whispered, wiping a tear away. “Din please,” you said, tearing up as you watched him sit and beg for you.

As his were moments before, your knees seemed to fail you and you joined him on the ground. Your hands grasped his hair as you engulfed the sobbing man in a hug. The soothing sounds of you shushing him like a baby filled the empty hallway.

“I won’t leave, I promise,” you whispered. This seemed to only make him cry harder. The realization Din had of how lucky he was and how close he was to losing you terrified him.

You would have never thought that you would be holding a sobbing Mandalorian. This was living proof of how much he loved and adored you. “H-how could you ever forgive me?” he asked, looking up into your gaze.

“I already have, my love.”

And with that, the two of you delved into your first kiss. It was wet and filled with passion, but also had a theme of hesitation from the two of you.

In all honesty, it was Din’s first kiss ever.

He moved his lips against yours, following your lead. The passion that moved between the two of you was something you had never felt with anyone else before. His hands wandered to your waist as he feverishly begged for more, but knew the limits of the setting the two of you were in.

Moments before the inevitable breakaway, your kiss was interrupted with a cool paw on your leg and a “Patu”

You rocked back on your legs to see the tiny green baby looking angrily at the two of you. A small laugh came from you and Din as he picked Grogu up and fixed his robes.

“Go get fixed up,” you said sweetly, kissing Din on the cheek. “I’ll meet you downstairs.”

“One question?” he asked, just as you were standing up to leave.

“What time are we leaving?”

“12.” you smiled, ruffling his already messy hair.

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[transmascaraa]

hi! i've just realized gaming has an eyebrow piercing and my heart could not handle it.

could i req reader quietly admiring gaming's piercings and accessories while they're cuddling? just reader caressing the little piercings and his choker-necklace thing while gaming's heart silently explodes in the process

— 🧷anon (side note: i love him)

bf!gaming headcannons!

he's so precious to you...

bf!gaming x gn!reader

author's note: I LOVE THIS SM HELP THAT IS ADORABLEE I CAN'T TAKE IT EITHER HE'S SO CUTE AND PERFECT I CAN'T GAMING IS LITERALLY EVERYTHING

"you look perfect..."

-just some night cuddles.

-that's all.

-nothing too much,

-nothing too little.

-except for the fact that you were admiring him tonight.

-he looked so beautiful...

-the moonlight reflected on him so nicely, only making him look more angelic...

-the way that his eyes shined,

-the way that he held you,

-the way that he looked at you...

-he was simply perfect, especially tonight.

-you were looking at him softly, looking at his eyebrow piercing, and then running your thumb over it gently.

-"[n-name]?" he blushed a bit, looking at you, a bit surpised.

-"you're beautiful, gaming..." you said.

-he blushed brightly and thanked you afterwards.

-then, the two of you continued talking about whatever was on your minds.

-until you caressed your thumb over the mole on his neck, sending him shivers down his spine.

-"[n-name]... you're distracting..." he was bright red, hiding his face in your neck now.

-his heart beating out of his chest.

-"but you're perfect, my love..." you whispered, kissing the top of his head while caressing itt meanwhile, letting him calm down.

-after everything, he finally raised his head again to look at your face once again.

-"i love you..." he said, smiling at you softly with a sleepy expression on his face.

-"i love you too, my dear... sleep well... " you replied, hugging him even tighter, as the two of you fell asleep in peace together...

-with one final kiss of your lips on his head...

-let's say that the two of you were...

-inseparable.

~~~~~

i really like this one idc

this one is great

🧷anon you have such good reqs i swear ilysm<3

[ateez-himari]

Hi bb!!! Long time no see I missed you smm😔I hope you're doing good and resting well💗💗I had some annoying questions (as usual)

-I was watching some old bts mvs and I had a question which is, did pre-debut hima ever make a cameo in any bts mv before?

-this might sound weird but is there a specific meal or dessert or anything food related that is special to mingri? Like for example there's a lot of dishes that I connect with certain people either because we had a great memory while eating it together, or because they just remind me of it

-who are hima's closest idol friends and is there a specific idol that she opened up about her past to before she did that publicly

-has mimi and mingi released a song before dating that had some unsaid feelings? As they are both songwriters and alot of songwriters use songwriting as a way to portray unsaid emotions or feels towards a specific person

-last one I promise, is there any specific routine that the members started doing because of hima like it could be anything that she used to do alone that slowly became something they all started doing

I love you so much bb please eat and rest well mwahh💗💗🙏

OMGGG MINA HI!! I missed you too 🥹I'm doing okay don't worry, a little busy and you know uni stress, but I'm managing well! I love your "annoying" questions don't worry 😘

• Yoongi wanted to protect his sister from the media until her debut but the other members really wanted to involve her in a project, so he caved in and allowed her to appear briefly in the 'Run' music video. In an individual scene they can be seen at a small street shop, the girl almost 14 at the time, was pointing at a certain food very insistently and Yoongi eventually bought it for her with a falsely exasperated expression before ruffling her hair as they walked away. As per the rapper's very strict requests the scene was filmed in such a way that her face was not fully visible, only ever showing either her eyes, the back of her body, the lower half of her face, but never her entirely

The credit scenes also showed brief footage of them play fighting on set before he let her throw him onto the couch, grabbing her as she tried to run away in order to tickle her. Since news of their sibling relationship was not announced until 2019, people had many speculations about who this girl was but due to her visibly young age they simply wrote her off as a child actress that had grown close to the members

• When Mingi was feeling down she would bake him small tiramisu portions and sit in silence with him as he ate, often resting on his shoulder as reassurance, so in turns he attempted to make it as well. Unfortunately it did not turn out very edible and he was forced to sheepishly ask her for help, leading to the two bonding over it during one of the darkest days of their lives. Ever since then it's become a little habit to make this sweet treat for each other whenever they feel like the other needs comfort

• Hima, our little social butterfly, knows many people in the industry but is closest with; Jihyo and Momo (though she's close with TWICE as a whole), Jungkook, S.Coups, DIno (they have a secret maknae gc), Hyunjin and Bangchan. (She's also recently made friends with Kiss of Life's Julie, XG's Jurin and Chisa, and they're besties idc) The first ones to know about her past were obviously BTS, then ATEEZ and Taemin just so happened to guess from her behavior that something along those lines happened, leading to her opening up to him. Due to the very close sister-like bond, Jihyo also learned about it in detail prior to it becoming public knowledge. The only people who really know exactly what happened between her and Yoongi however are J-Hope and V (who overheard the conversation)

• Mingi wrote 'The Letter' using his longing for her - disguising it as nothing more than inspiration from some story he heard - and ironically enough Himari's song was also approved to be in an official album last minute under the name 'All About You'. The rest of these songs are still deep in their hard drives somewhere as neither wanted to have these feelings in the public eye due to this being a sensitive and painful topic

• It's usually Hima that picks things up from the members but one specific thing they began doing subconsciously is her little zoning out habit; whenever she zones out she tends to stick her tongue out a bit and they - mainly Wooyoung and Yeosang - started copying this. When she yawns she usually stretches her arms out in front of her and makes cat paw-like gestures to loosen her fingers and San actually picked up on this - our nyang-teez. While it's not much of a routine, she'll build stone towers to pray for the members' health habitually and seeing that it was very special to her they began doing it too

I love you too my sweet! Take very good care of yourself okay ? Mwahh 🥰🩷

[channoticedmeuwu]

IMAGINING. . . SOOBIN W TATTOOS !!

p — CHOI SOOBIN × FEM!READER | g — suggestive asfff, slight fluff, s2l!au kinda, | w — sexual tension type like a lot, pool scene, mentions of reader wearing revealing clothing (again it's literally a pool scene), mention of cigs somewhere + not really proofread

A/N — based on a thirst trap I saw on ig you have me on chokehold for the rest of the month <3 idc if the concept doesn't fit I needed it.

🖇️ READ PART TWO HERE !!

PARTIALLY INSPIRED BY ARIANA GRANDE'S “BREAK UP W/ YOUR GIRLFRIEND” MV & SONG

you've been friends with soobin for quite some time now— you kicked it off at a cafe when your friend wanted to meet up after coming back to town. she had a few other friends there with her, choi soobin being one of them. “dude, you have to meet soobin,” you recalled your friend telling you, that you he was this fun guy with a great fashion sense, and you'd just brushed her aside, not paying too much attention.

but now, you kind of wished you did. soobin wasn't anything like you imagined. you probably pictured an average looking guy with a personality that reached depths, maybe wore a few fashionable pieces here and there. but you didn't expect him to have wear the simplest outfits, and yet look like— well, the way he did.

you eyed him in a white t shirt covering all of his arms, the thin material subtilty revealing dark outlines on his skin, a delicate pendant around his neck and fluffy hair brushed aside to make room for his glasses. and when he smiled at a joke your friend made...shit. he was kind of cute.

and soobin made his efforts to talk to you, but you couldn't help but focus on his body language— his fingers gripping his forearm, his jacket riding down to show a few tattoos on his shoulder— and you'd mask a smile at him when you'd hear him repeat a question he asked you earlier, trying not to focus on the way his hand rested on his thigh.

and you'd see soobin when your friends hung out often— usually sitting in one of the corners of the table where you could observe everyone talk, and then driving people home in his car. but, despite his appearance, soobin was a sweet fucking guy. always offering you a napkin at dinner or lending you his jacket on a particularly windy night.

and everytime he stretched while he silently watched everyone talk at the table, you noticed there was something scribbled on his soft skin underneath his full sleeve shirt. and he'd catch you staring sometimes, his bangs falling over his eyes as he bent over to tap you on your knee, asking with a small smile if you're lost in thought.

so maybe, soobin had been growing on you. just a bit.

and the night you left a party after arguing with your ex about how you don't want to “try again,” some back and forth between bittersweet, blaring music & heated expressions flashing through shifting lights— your relationship had come to an end as abruptly as it had started, and you intended to keep it that way. refusing with a harsh pull, you rubbed your bare arms as you walked away, sliding between sweaty bodies in the tight room.

and you remember taking a seat outside, trying to wrap yourself in a shawl as cold wind nipped at your bare legs, muttering curses to your ex. the uncomfortably irritating sound of a couple making out in the corner was making your headache worse, as blaring music from inside muffled with the blowing wind.

you glanced down at your phone, knowing it'll offer you better entertainment than whatever was inside, when you saw a couple of texts from soobin a few hours ago.

SOOBIN

[11:12 pm] hey, y/n, how's the party?

how was the party? you scoffed to yourself, cigarette smoke wafting around in the air as you twiddled your thumbs hovering above the keyboard, trying to think of a response— when you reached over and pressed the call button, not really expecting him to pick up. “hey, soobin. I know it's super late, but can you pick me up?”

and soobin's response was a bit delayed, as if he was shocked you called, but he replied with something that sounded in-between a ‘sure’ and a hum, his voice hoarse. “oh, soobin. did I wake you up?”

“no, no. I was wide awake,” then you heard him yawn. your cheeks flushed as you tapped your foot to the ground, “sorry about that, soobin.”

he ignored your apology, mumbling at you to send him your location with another yawn. maybe you should have thought twice before calling him at nearly 4 in the night. but you didn't know that soobin was secretly over the moon at you calling him, he was just too sleepy to show it— every second he got, he had always picked to be your side. slowing down his pace to walk beside you, or discreetly allowing his fingers to brush against yours whenever he got a chance to, had his heart beating like crazy. you had his heart beating like crazy.

and when you finally sat in the passenger seat of soobin's car after a few more calls he made confirming your location— fuck.

you knew there was something suspicious about soobin always wearing a full sleeve shirt even in the hottest weather possible, but last thing you expected was him having an arm full of tattoos resting on the wheel, the other out the window. his designs slowly circled and disappeared behind the strap of his black tank top. and when your eyes trailed below towards his sleeping shorts, accidentally catching them riding up as he bent over to lower the aircon—

you snapped your eyes forward, feeling a blush settle on your cheeks. your fingers clutching the end of your shawl tightened.

and little did you know, soobin did it on purpose. he'd seen the way you looked at him, your eyes slyly (or not) slipping down to gaze at his arm flex when he scratched the back of his neck or readjusted his hair, a guilty, dark shift to your eyes when you'd notice his fingers on his thighs. and was it that bad to admit he liked it when he saw the expression on your face lightly change when you noticed a tattoo peeking out? you'd slowly press your legs together, a hand moving to hide your face as you'd look the other direction, trying to focus at the conversation everyone else was involved in. but he'd see you slowly default back to him, and everytime, he'd feel a tingle in his stomach when you'd lick your lips, and excuse yourself to go to the bathroom.

“how are you? how was the party?” he gave you a sleepy smile in the car, his eyes glazing over you. you looked towards him, pressing your lips together at the way his hair fluffed up, his hand rubbing his thigh as he leaned his head back to the headrest, revealing the shape of his jaw—“good. met my ex. not doing that again,” you nodded, earning a small chuckle from him.

and throughout the drive, you felt yourself slipping into sleep, accidentally focusing on your reflection in the windshield instead of the traffic. your eyelids closing, the soft bass of a summer song playing in the background, the fresh car scent wafting around you— before the car would jerk, shooting you awake. “sorry,” soobin would mumble, throwing you an apologetic look before he'd suggest you lay your seat back, allowing you to sleep in a more comfortable position. and you remember refusing, curling into a ball to sleep instead.

and occasionally, a speeding car would pass by an intersection, and soobin would lean his arm out to stop you from falling forward as the car came to a sudden stop, a serious expression on his face as he asked you, “you okay?” and the two of you would trail your eyes down to his hand on your bare thigh, hearts skipping beats. and he'd snap his hand back, apologizing and trying to clear his intentions, when you'd just giggle him an, “its okay!” thanking him for looking out for you. and the drive would start again, and he'd yawn after hearing you yawn yet again, eyelashes bearing sleepy tears.

and right before he dropped you off at your place, he turned his body to face you, scratching the back of his neck. he was telling you something about not hesitating to call him, but did he really think you'd pay attention? your eyes watched the way his detailed arms flexed when he ran his hand through his hair, his fingers tugging at the material of his shorts. your eyes watched the stars sprinkled across his collarbones attentively, wishing you could see the designs that hid behind his clothes.

and when soobin held a small ‘get together’ as he called it— was really a party— you thought you'd really never lived. you weren't planning on going, but after being urged by everyone in your circle, there you were, wearing swimming clothes underneath your dress and holding hands with your friend as you walked into the venue.

and eyeing soobin in the crowd, soft giggles and hushed whispers as the bass snuck up your legs— and you felt your stomach tighten when he glanced over towards you, a hand gesturing to come closer.

and dipping your feet as you watched everyone urge soobin to jump in the pool— him shyly refusing with a shake of his hand as he backed away, trying not to glance at you, sitting sweetly as your legs tread in the water. and he didn't notice someone sneak behind him, pushing him in, earning cheers from everyone around. and when he came up to the surface— beads of water dripping down as he pushed his hair back with a scowl and furrowed eyebrows, his dimples suddenly popping out. and he noticed you giggling as he pulled his top off, your eyes glazing over the chain that hung in the dents of his shoulders and collarbones, and he broke out into a smile, slowly walking towards you. “come on, y/n, jump in.”

you refused without actually meaning to, but then, everyone started a chant lead by soobin— and the last thing you remember before your ears crashed against the surface of the water was soobin's chin coming to rest on your knees, tilting his head with a smirk as he snaked his hands around your thighs to pull you in.

and everyone followed suit, splashes of water against your cheeks as soobin held your arms, laughing as the waves hit your face.

and everything happened so fast, his arms clinging to you when someone splashed water on you, or him wiping the water out of his face with a soft gasp. his hand on your waist, your leg slowly wrapping around his waist as he pushed you into a corner when everyone left to grab towels— bending lower, almost underneath the water when you felt his breath hit the cold skin of your lips, a soft, “can I?” as he pulled your hair to the side, his lips against your own, pushing you against the cold walls of the pool.

the sensation of the ripples of water against your hips was sending you over the edge whenever he adjusted your legs around him, softly smiling when he'd hear you mumble something in between, feeling your hands around him. and it was almost horrifying the way you could hear him kiss you, despite the music in the back, despite the water rippling around the two of you.

and you remember you snuck your fingers to pull lightly at his hair, the other hand finding it's way to tug the pendant around his neck when he pulled away— hooded eyes and cute puffy lips, his cheeks pink as he whispered, dragging your hand down his tattooed chest.

“if you keep doing that, we'll have a little problem.”

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I’d appreciate if you’d give me a little feedback on the drabble if you read, whether it’s an ask, a reply or in the tags of the rb! Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed!

[tsuchigomoricock]

Tsuchigomori doesn't get enough attention and I am very glad I found your account! What are your favorite things about him? Honestly, I just want to hear another person that likes Tsuchigomori ramble about him:3

AAAA IM SO GLAD YOU ASKED!! Sorry for responding late ^^…. Let me ramble 😈

i absolutely love his character!!!! He is so funny with how he jokes with kou and nene or when he argues with yako , i love how different he acts when hes in is supernatural form vs his human form. Like he literally says in the manga he changes just cause he feels like it, if thats not silly idk what is… He has weird humor that makes everyone stare and look at him weird but he says it anyway and laughs at his own jokes and that is SO CUTE!!!! Or if we’re gonna get more serious, i adore his father-like relationship with hanako it warms my heart. Back when he was still alive he cared for him whenever he showed up to schools covered in cuts and bruises, always firm with him but we all know how much he cares for him.

(spoilers under the cut)

Even when he killed tsukasa , Tsuchigomori said “Even if no one else would ever forgive it, even if there’s no reason that would justify it, I forgive it.” I already started to love his character but that panel truly sold it for me. And how his yorishiro is the space rock hanako gave him? It literally is so cute, showing how hanako is important to him.. Literally he’s his dad idc… I love how he cares about the kids even if he pretends not to show it, gives them advice whenever he can. I really, REALLY wish we had more to him and knew MORE about him, i want to know everything about him!!! He is so incredibly interesting and a great character, he is so underrated and i’m happy i can ramble on and on why I like him.

Onto something less serious.. i have small reasons too, his fear of loud noises and cars!! Makes me laugh every time, he’s a GROWN man shaking in fear while cars pass 😭 i fucking love that, thats just so fun and i like his small traits. Also how he dislikes cold weather and is weak to the cold, even more adorable!!! Have you seen that official art with Tsuchigomori in his winter clothes? Its absolutely adorable… i love his expression he just looks so over it while everyone else is having fun..

As serious the story goes on in the later chapters I enjoy having Tsuchigomori there to ground everything out, how his latest concern is living his double life as a supernatural then a human is so ??? I can’t explain it. Also it would be foolish of me not to mention his looks cause.. come on, look at him!!! His little glasses chain, his two toned hair.. everything about him is so dreamy i LOVEEE him. His slippers are just so cute too idk, he’s dressed all professionally the he has slippers on… AND MY MIND WENT SOMEWHERE ELSE MID RAMBLE.. his relationship with KOU!! I live for it, Tsuchigomori is kou’s homeroom teacher and they just go at each other all the time, i live for those moments. When kou tried to bribe Tsuchigomori with bugs?? Calling him spider face?? I LIVEEE FOR IT!!!

I could continue but i think its gotten long enough… i love Tsuchigomori if you couldn’t tell. I love everything about him… tsuchigomori ryujirou i am your number one fan I LOVE YOU!!!

[whataboutsimple]

Successor of the Order Of The Stone.

Idk idc abt the mistakes or whatever. I promised once to post one shot that I had abt Gabriel being a baby, so here ya go

︎ «Come on little one, a spoon for paaapa, a spoon for maaama» — still so young Architect made futile attempts to feed the charming baby whom he and his friends found after the Great Fire in the North of the Mainland.

︎ «Aahah, if by 'papa' you mean yourself, then it's not a surprise lil one won't eat. I wouldn't want such a father either.» — Griefer began, simultaneously taking a can of coffee from the top shelf — «If to have a dad, than someone like me, right?» — putting a can of coffee on the table, the Rogue bent over the baby, starting to make funny faces, from which Gabriel laughed joyfully, glowing like a ray of sunshine.

︎ «I assure you, you are the last person in this room who is suitable for the role of a father.» — muttered the Potion Master, slowly entering the kitchen. The sleepless nights spent making potions were clearly not good for him.

︎ «Oh, come on, who else? This mumbling mess? Or maybe even you? Yeah, if you were my father, I would have rushed from the roof a long time ago.» — suddenly Griefer turned an angry look at the Potion Maker, while gently holding the baby by the hand that clung to him for no reason.

︎ «Mmm, yeah? It's strange, last night you weren't afraid to call me 'daddy'» — hmm, well, maybe Ivor didn't get enough sleep not because of the potions.

︎ Magnus sucked in a lungful of air, blushing horribly and throwing daggers at the dark-haired man with just one look. The Architect only chuckled softly, continuing to try to persuade little Gabriel to eat.

︎ «You're all just a bunch of dummies without parental skills» — almost following the Potion Master, Engineer also entered the kitchen, quickly passing by the man and trying to brew herself coffee that Magnus had previously left — «By the way, I would advise you to spread somethin' healing on your back. That big blond kid marked it all over.» — a teasing grin spread across the woman's lips.

︎ «Oh my NOTCH! Maybe that's enough already?!» — with a face almost as red as the redstone block, the Rogue sat down next to the baby with displeasure, covering the face with his hands. Little Gabriel carefully wrapped his arms around the elder's hand, eventually completely refusing to eat. The pain on Soren's face simply cannot be expressed in words.

︎ «Yeah, yeah. While you were figuring out who's whose daddy, I walked through the nearest villages around the fire site» — Ellie pulled out a bottle of baby formula from her inventory, went up to Gabriel and handed it to him, to which the child happily giggled and began to devour the food — «So I have two pieces of news: good and bad.»

︎ Soren, who wasn't even listening to what the Engineer was saying, just looked at the child with disbelief, not understanding why HIS food didn't please him and why all of a sudden he accepted everything perfectly from Ellegaard? It hurts, Gabriel. It really, really hurts.

︎ «The bad one first,» — said the Potion Master, finally starting to make coffee for the others. At least someone started it.

︎ «In general, I didn't find his parents. Even if there were some refugees from the fire in the villages, no one recognized him as their child. So either the parents have gone somewhere even further and we will have to expand the search, or they... well.. Ahem, they died.» — at the same moment, Ellie awkwardly looked away, scratching her head. She remembered perfectly well that Ivor's brother is dead, and she really hoped that this would not cause him to have a share of memories.

︎ «And what's a good one then?» — Potion Master was distracted from making coffee for a second, glancing at the Engineer.

︎ «Orphanage in Newriver has agreed to take him in if we won't find his parents!» — the woman sighed with relief, knowing that the baby will have someone to take care of him.

︎ This news immediately attracted the attention of not only Ivor, but also Soren and Magnus.

︎ «Uhm.. well, why would he go to an orphanage? He has us! We can take care of him, right, little one?» — like Soren's previous attempts at contact, this one was ignored by the child.

︎ «He says the truth, why does he need some kind of shelter there if he can stay with us?» — Magnus somehow looked at the woman unkindly, starting to bite his pale lips.

︎ «Notch, guys, do you understand, we wanted to be heroes, not babysitters for some child! We just won't have time to keep an eye on him! Besides, hardly any of us are educated enough to be a good parent. For the sake of a Earth, Ivor, at least you tell them.» — Ellie looked at her younger friend with pleading eyes.

︎ «Ellegaard.. think yourself, firstly he lost his parents, now us? He just got attached and if we leave him now, it can cause a huge trauma.» — the Potion Master sighed awkwardly, looking away from the Architect and the Griefer with an embarrassed look. Maybe, just maybe, he got attached to the kid too.

︎ «My God, guys, think about it! If we're stuck on adventures for weeks, who's going to keep an eye on the boy? Not to mention his upbringing.» — the Engineer raised her hands in displeasure, trying to somehow reason with her friends.

︎ «C'mon, Ell, we can have shifts or whatever. As a last resort: we're heroes, we have a lot of different jewelry, can't we afford to hire a babysitter for a couple of days? In addition,» — suddenly the Architect stood up, taking the baby in his arms and quickly bringing him to the woman — «Just look at him.»

︎ As if on command, the child depicted one of his sweetest puppy looks, and not only that, the Architect looked at Ellie on his own, as if a very upset puppy.

︎ Still, it's unclear whose look convinced her more: the boy's or a friend's, but one thing is known for sure - she couldn't resist it — «Oh my God, fine, fine! We're having him! But at puberty, don't even dare to ask me for help, figure it out yourself!»

︎ «Aaw, lil Ellie looooves him~» — Magnus made his most loving little face, trying to mock the Engineer. Ivor rolled his eyes and turned away, trying to hide the slight grin of joy that threatened to appear on his lips.

︎ The architect smiled with all his teeth, already imagining how he would teach the Young Hero to built. Just think! After all, the boy can officially become their legal successor and continue the work of the entire Order of the Stone! How exciting.

︎ «Magnus, I swear, one more word from you and this delicious coffee Ivor made will end up in your pants.» — she hissed angrily, feeling her face getting hot.

︎︎ That's how the story of the Gabriel the Warrior, successor of the Order of the Stone, began.

[oliver-quick-ens-my-pulse]

Confession

Ominis Gaunt x m!reader

Summary - Request for “i dont send asks often but i havent seen desperate ominis?? nsfw or not idc. love your work!!”

Word Count - 1,454

Warnings - 18+ smut, mentions of blood

A/N - not super subby Omi but we'll get there someday

You and Ominis had been close for a while, tiptoeing the line between friends and more. Often you would find yourself tangled up in the Slytherin common room, enjoying each other's warmth and taking a nap. Propping each other up in a boring class, fighting to keep your eyes open. Hands drawing gentle shapes on the other's knee while you try to focus on studying.

All of the interactions implied a heavy, unspoken connection between you. But neither of you wanted to break the spell and risk ruining the relationship by exploring it for what it was. When Ominis surveyed the expanse of your thigh he had to restrain himself from drawing his fingers further up. He was desperate to know if your cock was aching as badly as his way and he was so close to finding out. He just had to drag his hand up a little higher.

When he would come back from a long day and find you posted up in your bed, he knew your arms awaited him as he crawled beside you to rest his head on your chest. He skillfully avoided crawling between your legs for fear of what he might find or not find. He could hear your heartbeat, but it seemed so calm he had no reason to suspect you were holding in as much tension as he was. As the end of your seventh year was nearing, Ominis didn't want to hide anymore. He needed to know if you yearned for him in the ways he did for you and he needed to accept what you had together only meant so much if you didn't.

He invited you to the dorms while everyone else would be in the great hall having dinner. He was feeling nervous and kept obsessively adjusting his tie or running a hand over his hair to ensure it was perfect. He had shed his robes and had his sleeves pushed up to his elbows. Selfishly he wanted as few layers as possible between the two of you if things went the way he wanted them to.

He jumped slightly when you opened up the door, joining him where he sat on his bed. You took his lead, hanging your robe on a bedpost before slapping a hand onto his thigh.

"Hey, is everything alright?" You looked at him earnestly, concerned with how unlike him it was to request such a private meeting with you. He had to fight a groan at your contact, willing your eyes to stay on his face so you didn't notice the growing bulge in his pants. He looked over at you with a sigh, determined to keep his eyes on you. He couldn't read your expressions, but he needed you to see his; to understand his feelings.

"I wanted to speak with you because I...well I wanted to know what this is." He gestured to your contact with his leg. "It's not exactly what the other boys are doing together. Certainly, nothing I would dream of doing with Sebastian, being so close that we could snog."

He turned his body towards you, swallowing his pride when your hand slipped across his groin, now grasping his erection. He reaches out to find your shoulders and takes a firm hold of them.

"I need to know if you feel the same way. If every time we're wound around one another you're thinking about flipping me over to make me yours. You've never made a single move and I — I've been afraid, but I can't take it," he ended his sentence in a whine, grinding his teeth while thrusting his hips against your palm.

You spend just a few moments searching his face before taking a firm hold of his hard-on and crashing your lips into his hungrily. This pulls another moan out of him and you become obsessed, determined to hear more.

His arms wrap around you and you force his back to the bed, crawling over top of him. You replace your hand with your own hips, allowing him to feel your arousal.

You break the kiss to bring your lips below his ear, "Tell me how badly you need me, Ominis."

His hands claw at your back through your shirt, mouth open in ecstasy while you suck and bite at his neck. He yelps when your teeth puncture his sensitive skin.

"Please, Y/N. I've needed you for so long. I need you to ruin me. I need to cum," he begged. As much as you loved hearing his words, you didn't need to be told twice. You smirked against his neck, running your tongue over the gentle trickle of blood you left behind. He shuddered from the contact.

You leaned back to give yourself room to unfasten his buttons and pull his shirt aside, throwing his tie somewhere to worry about later on. You run your hands over the expanse of his pale chest, taking in how beautiful he looks beneath you.

His lips were swollen with the force of your kisses. Blood was smeared across his porcelain skin from the fresh, pink bite that marked him as yours. His nipples hardened from your touch and his back was arched as he tried to stay as close to you as possible.

You place a hand on his cheek. "I'm going to ruin you," your voice comes out in a growl as you rake your nails down his chest. You pop the button at the top of his pants and shift to slide them down his legs, underwear as all.

Your mouth waters at the sight of his leaking pink cock. You make quick work of your own clothes so that he isn't left alone for too long. You hover over the top of him and grip his ass, pulling him down the bed and forcing his knees into his chest. You run a finger down the length of his cock, over his sack, and down to his pulsing hole that was really the prize.

"What, you want me in here?" You fumble for your wand and place the tip of it inside of him to create a gush of lubrication. You take your fingers and rub teasingly around his entrance before you dive in with two fingers.

You watch as his eyes squeeze shut and his cock twitches from the contact. "More, please."

You curl your fingers, pumping them in and out before adding another.

"Like this, is this good enough?" You stroke your own length with your free hand as he squirms beneath you.

"No, ' want your cock, please Y/N," he reaches out desperately searching for your cock or thighs, anything so that he can feel you. You laugh at his flushed cheeks and pull your fingers out, running them over his sensitive thighs.

You rub the head of your cock against his hole, teasing him and forcing him to beg while you stroke the lube over yourself.

"Of course you do, you've always been a good boy for me, haven't you Ominis?" You lean down over him, running your fingers through his hair sweetly before you thrust yourself inside of him. Your groans mingle with his as you wrap your arms around his back to hold him close.

"You so tight just f'me aren't you? Letting me have your little virgin hole."

His mouth is hung open as shameless cries of your name spill from his lips. His chest and cheeks are flushed and his cock is throbbing between your bodies.

"Y-yes, I just wanted you Y/N..."

You begin a ruthless assault over any skin you can reach, licking and nipping to see the red color rise to his skin amidst all his other beauty marks. You pound into him relentlessly, breathing heavily to hold back your own orgasm. You're insistent on seeing him make such a mess with his cum without even needing you to touch his cock.

He starts panting and his nails dig into the skin of your back, "I — I can't, I'm gonna cum Y/N," he lets out a strangled cry and you feel the hot spurts against your chest as he stains you both.

"Fuck," you change your pace to chase your own orgasm and Ominis is holding back tears from the near overstimulation. He gasps when you finish inside of him, making a few extra thrusts to mix it up and make sure he knows it's there.

You lay against him limply, sticking together from sweat and his mess as you both try and catch your breath. You tilt your head up towards him, "Is that what you wanted pretty boy?" He just nods at you fervently, unable to find any more words. He pulls you down for a soft kiss and clings to you.

[chocopotts]

Plankton movie spoilers ahead uhhh yeah. Movie doesn’t “release” until next year, but leaks are kinda like Pandora’s box. I’ll probably rewatch it when it comes out so no harm no foul??? (I am morally wrong sorry I’m not a saint)

Just a reminder, please watch the movie when it releases. Idc if you watch it now, but big companies aren’t just executives and millionaires. They’re also animators, musicians, writers, and other people whose jobs are at stake almost constantly. As artists ourselves we need to support each other Yknow?

Anyways…

I LOVED IT SO SO MUCH ITS SO MUCH BETTER THAN THE SANDY MOVIE OH MY GOD

Also no screenshots but I might make some doodles later (spoiled obviously I don’t wanna ruin this for no one)

I always thought it was weird how mean plankton was to Karen in the show, and the entire movie is just him trying to get back with his wife after she’s finally had enough and goes through with her own evil plan (WHICH WAS COMPLETELY FOOLPROOF SHE WOULDVE DESTROYED EVERYTHING)

This is really just Karen’s movie tbh. She’s fun, expressive, and the whole thing pretty much focuses on her

The animation shifts, especially during planktons childhood flashback and him realizing how abusive he was, were absolutely beautiful. There was a lot of heart put into them as well as the story

There were a couple scenes that dragged for too long, but overall great. Not a lot of flanderization of characters.

Also the music was FIRE there was a part in Karen’s that was a little choppy but I mean. It’s a leaked movie so it could change. The animation as well looked pretty good aside from the over saturation and sometimes stiffness. Some of the jokes as well actually made me giggle.

Overall it’s just a really good SpongeBob movie. Maybe not on the same level as the first two, but DEFINITELY above Sandy’s and maybe even the third movie

[coyotestarcraft]

Hello, I hate to be a bother but could you write some platonic head canons for Crowley x teen!reader. Where like Crowley is the readers dad?

Crowleys my one of favorite characters and I’d love to see how you think he’d be as a dad.

Your not a bother at all! I honestly don’t see too many fics about this topic but I definitely think about it from time to time.

I’ll definitely make a separate series about this in the future.

I’ll make a separate headcannon for aziraphale don’t worry!

Please clarify if you want female/male or gender neutral reader when requesting please. (This goes for everyone) 🙂

Reader is gender neutral to keep it fair.

Y/n is used a lot.

Requests: Currently On Hiatus (I’m just finishing the ones in my inbox for now)

🚫MINORS DNI🚫

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Okay, being the child of a demon had its pros and cons.

Pro’s, you got away with a lot more than people would let on. You once took down the entire electric grid of Soho by accident but after realizing what you’d done, a huge smile had crossed your face. It was like you were being handed a billion dollars.

When you told Crowley he cackled, “the entire city is in a blackout?” You laughed with him, “it was an accident but it was funny when I heard people screaming because the lights went out.”

Cons, overprotective, VERY overprotective. You will not leave the flat until you tell him where you are going and when you will come back. You are his kid after all he doesn’t wanna lose you.

Despite all the arguments, at the end of the day you hug each other telling each other how much you love them.

“Dad?” You look up at his eyes, “hm?” He looks down. “I love you.” You smile, he rolled his eyes but nevertheless smiled softly, gently picked you up and swinging you around while you laughed.

When you first met Aziraphale he was surprised to hear that you loved to read (if you don’t, um, just pretend? Or skip this next part idc).

You happily expressed your love for the Hunger Games series, and many books about history.

Crowley grumbled everytime he got stuck in the middle your gossiping but he secretly liked that you were happy about sharing your interests, though he admit out loud.

When you had bad dreams, you’d sneak into Crowley’s room and cuddle into him.

“Y/n? What are you doing up so late?” He groggily asked.

“I had a bad dream dad, can I sleep with you tonight?”

“Yeah, come on, get comfy.” He smiled, you climbed in snuggle close to him as he wrapped his arms around you, you fell asleep quickly knowing you were safe.

Crowley is a great dad, rough around the edges but soft deep inside, he may not show it all the time but when you two are together he’ll make an exception to be soft.

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Thank you for reading!

[florrysgf]

Omg hello!! I literally just saw you're page, so I decided to stop by and request :))

Im not sure if you'd do Derek Feldman(scream 2 I think) but if you could that'd be great <33

Thinking of Derek x gender neutral reader going on some cute little date for Halloween! (Ik its April but idc😡)

Anywho, tysm again hope you have a good dayy!!

FANG-TASTIC! derek feldman x gn!reader

A/N: oooooo i really like this! i’ve never written for derek before. he’s way too underrated. i hope you like it! (ps, it’s never too early for halloween!)

WARNINGS: none really. just derek being a total sweetie

WORD COUNT: 0.6k +

“Y/N? Are you ready yet?” You heard Dereks voice calling you again from the other side of the curtain. You scrunched your face up, letting out a sigh as you adjusted the ribbon that was tied around your waist, making sure the bow was perfect. It had now become a tradition every year for you and Derek to wear matching costumes at Halloween. You didn’t care much for the holiday before you met him, but he soon changed that. Derek was an absolute sucker for Halloween. He treated it with just as much excitement as he did Christmas, maybe even more so.

This year you were both dressed as the Grady twins from The Shining, his idea, obviously. He was so excited about it, he got ready in less than 5 minutes, rushing to your changing room to see how you looked. He was stood like an impatient little toddler waiting for you to come out. “You still alive in there?” He joked after not receiving a response from you.

“I look stupid.” You whined, examining yourself in the full length mirror.

“Heeey!” Derek gasped, clutching his chest in a fake offence. “We’re matching. If you look stupid, then so do I!”

You couldn’t help but smile. Even though the two of you were separated by a red silk curtain, you could still imagine the exaggerated look on his face. “I bet you 10 bucks that you look better than I do.”

“Well…” He supposed, a prominent smirk on his face. “I do look pretty good.” He could hear your scoff through the fabric, causing the smirk on his face to break into a toothy grin. “But not as good as you! C’mon, Y/N, I bet you look fang-tastic!”

Suddenly, the curtain flung open, revealing you stood with your eyebrow raised at the 6’2 boy. “Fang-tastic?”

He burst out laughing at the expression on your face, “I’m sorry, that was really bad. Hey, you look amazing! Ten times better than me.” His tone was sincere, you could tell he meant what he was saying. You gave him a warm smile as he wrapped his arms around your shoulder, engulfing you by his side in an embrace. “You know, that means you owe me 10 bucks, right?” Derek whispered in your ear, playfully nudging your arm as the two of you exited the costume store.

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Every year Woodsboro held a Halloween festival in the towns centre with attractions ranging all the way from apple bobbing to pumpkin carving. Some may say it was in poor taste, given what happened a year prior, but you and Derek disagreed. It was a fun occasion that brought people together, where was the harm in that?

“Thank you.” You beamed as Derek handed you a slice of freshly cut pumpkin pie from one of the stalls. He smiled, giving the woman a $10 note in return for a second slice, and leaning up against the wooden shack.

“So, what d’you feel like doing first?” He asked, taking a chunk out of his piece of pie.

You bit your lip, taking a look around. “Oh my god, the haunted house!” You gasped.

“Alright.” Your boyfriend supposed, tilting his head to the side with a smile, “As long as you’re not too scared.”

You opened your mouth in a false bid of shock, jokingly smacking him on the chest. “Oh, please, you scream like a girl! Last year when that fake spider fell on your head, you were literally on the verge of tears!”

The brunette boy enclasped your hand with his, pressing a kiss to your palm as the two of you made your way over. “Not true! I was allergic to the carpet in there.” He told you, defending himself. There were at least 10 witnesses you could get to back you up, but you decided to let Derek win this one.

[keepthisholykiss]

This weekend I saw a production of The Dolls of New Albion and I have a lot of conflicting thoughts on it but I’m gonna dump some of those thoughts out here. I am not going to name the specific production because I personally took a decent amount of issue with it's depictions of the story and I don’t want anyone to feel bad if they happen to come across it. I am not a reviewer I just like to put my brain places to look back on later. The cast did the best they could with what they had but I think a lack of budget, musical background, and warm bodies (I guess?) was the biggest pitfall of this thing. However, I’m writing about this show in general because after I watched it I was so frustrated with what I saw that I sought out other versions. I am a rock opera kind of bitch, I’m a slut for a concept album, Repo! is one of my biggest musical loves, I was READY to love this thing. So I want to dump my brain out and talk about it. 

TW: suicide, violence, racism (specifically against those who practice vodou)

A Disclaimer: I have been looking around and I know the fans for this show and the entire tetralogy are very devoted. If you are upset that I do not like parts of your Thing or that I have opinions on the racist tones in parts of it I challenge you to engage with that and process it and also to block me. I do not argue with people on the internet I will not reply to anyone who is mean to me, thanks! This is not a review I am just a person who studies art and literature and theatre and I like to throw my thoughts on things I watch online. Also there’s gonna be spoilers in here because idc nothing is earth shattering enough to matter as a spoiler.

My favorite parts of the entire story are the Narrator and Jasper. Both are so interestingly interpreted by various productions I watched or skimmed over the weekend. Now that I have listened to the album I am even more intrigued and personally I would love to direct a production of this. I am seriously considering it because I have a lot I love but I have a lot that I would fix. The Narrator in the production we went to STOLE the show they were amazing and I love the presence so many Narrators have in other versions of this I have looked over. Also I am obsessed with how so many people portray Jasper, I think it’s really cool to see how much creative expression comes out in these productions. People really run with some fun themes and ideas and I think anything that can bring that creativity out of casts and stage teams is great! 

Anyway this story for the first two acts is largely really cool. The first story of Annabel had me GRIPPED I was ready to CRY I love her hopeless pursuit in creating Jasper and I just think it’s a very well laid out portion of the story. I also love the second act, I hate Edgar because he is garbage but I think his story is so well told and amazing. I really felt for Fay and for the society at large that he was influencing. 

The third act I am the most conflicted on. Byron is a FASCINATING character and so is Amelia, I love how Byron’s speeches are displayed. I love how Amelia is integrated in the plot and her suicide really gripped me. But the third act features such blatantly offensive depictions of vodou that are incorrect, inappropriate, and represent a lot of issues with how steampunk treats tropes it has “created” surrounding BIPOC folks. Goth, punk, and steampunk are all areas that owe SO MUCH of their history to black folks who worked their asses off only to then be harmed by stereotypes like this. Not to mention the way these themes are integrated is stilted, does not fit the story, and drags the act out entirely. I want to love this act and I have found the only way I can enjoy its incredibly important story is to skip the songs that promote this trope. 

Also important of note is that I am not black and I do not have familial connections to vodou. So its not my theme to forgive but I am uncomfortable with it knowing people who have been negatively impacted by things like this.

The fourth act is really good! Priscilla makes me want to CRY and Jasper’s character development arc is haunting when displayed here. I think the story of the fourth act is brought down swiftly by the cop/soldier/grifter. I don’t need a cop redemption story in my steampunk technology revolution where just 20 minutes ago a character was giving impassioned speeches about how to take down oppressive governments. But if I skip the soldier dude then I am still having a good time.

Overall I think this is a really good concept and foundation of a show. The songs are hit or miss but still very fun. I am still obsessed with the first two acts and all the Narrator songs and I would kill and die for Jasper. But it has a lot of issues and if I were to put it on it would need a lot of edits for me to feel comfortable with it. 

[1doesnotsimplyhavejust1fandam]

Can you IMAGINE if Sirius and Harry had been truly reunited the night Harry ran away after blowing up Aunt Marge? I feel like the two of them would've been SO chaotic together. 13 year old Harry fresh from inflating his non-blood aunt and seething over the Dursleys' words about his parents, teaming up with 33 year old Sirius fresh from 12 years in Azkaban, basically frothing at the mouth to rip Peter apart and protect his godson. They would be SO fucking fun for the Wizarding World to deal with (NOT). I'm imagining a world where Harry recognizes Sirius' magical signature or some bullshit as Padfoot and isn't immediately terrified when Padfoot suddenly turns into the murderous ex-con he just saw on the news had escaped. They're both just suddenly on the run from the Ministry bc Harry is like ??? WHY DO I RECOGNIZE YOU??? And Sirius is like I'M NOT LEAVING THIS KID AGAIN LIKE I DID THAT NIGHT!!!! So they're running around Britain and Harry's getting the 411 on Peter's betrayal and cute Marauders anecdotes and Sirius is losing his mind bc OMG it's his best friend and best friend-in-law (it's a thing, OKAY!?)'s son and he's so big and sassy and angry. And then Sirius is trying to figure out where they should go, and ends up deciding to go to fuckin Moony's place even though that's the first place people who knew them back then would check bc idk luck is on their side for once idc. So Remus has the absolute pleasure of opening the door to Mr. Harry James Potter in the company of a terrifyingly familiar black dog, and Remus' alarms are firing in his head as Sirius transforms from Padfoo t back into himself and he's shouting at Remus to LET HIM EXPLAIN, while Harry is doing his best to not let Remus fire a spell at his newly discovered godfather. Eventually Remus just lets Sirius explain on his front porch steps like they're a bunch of barbarians bc he refuses to let Sirius inside or let his guard down for a single second, and then Sirius tells him the whole story and Harry pulls out the Daily Prophet, and suddenly Harry has two absolutely FUCKIN FURIOUS Marauders on his hands, and they both want to chop Peter's head off and roast it on a stick, but Harry is oddly enough the most reasonable bc he's suddenly got a godfather that he doesn't want to lose bc hey, dude's kinda really great and also doesn't hate his guts like the Dursleys do, so of course he yells at them that they can't do anything yet bc Sirius would be carted back to Azkaban and probably Remus (who is still currently this random man to him ngl but also apparently the other loyal bestie his dad had at Hogwarts, so Harry doesn't want him chucked in Azkaban either) as well. So they devise a plan that involves kidnapped the fuck outta Scabbers as soon as Ron and Harry board the train together on September 1st, and Remus already has the DADA job, so he can help w that (although he still falls asleep bc I think Moony is absolutely iconic for that). And then the three of them just chill for about a month til it's time to board the Hogwarts Express, in which everyone at the station is suitably horrified when Harry just rolls up to the train with his brand spankin new pet dog Snuffles like nothing happened and he didn't just disappear off the face of the earth for nearly a MONTH, but Harry just ignores all that shit bc boy is on a MISSION and that mission is to destroy the bastard who got his parents killed and also started the catalyst of events that led to him growing up in an abusive household for like 10 years. Which is a thing he discussed at length w Remus and Sirius because Dumbledore is a manipulative piece of shit who TOTALLY KNEW the Dursleys were awful people and still decided to place him there :))))

Basically what ends up happening is Harry asks Ron to hand Scabbers over for a minute under the pretense of idek checking his lil rat toes or some shit bc he saw one was missing ???? And then Harry kicks Remus awake to do the spell, which he does, while Ron and Hermione are becoming deeply confused and disturbed by Harry's one-track mind and clear hatred for this stupid little RAT, but they let it happen bc Hermione sees the Professor part of RJ Lupin on Remus' briefcase (which, SCORE 1 for the Marauders definitely pranking him by getting him that briefcase at some point bc they WOULD and he had never been a professor before then so ???), and Ron and Hermione don't have a problem with authority figures, that's fuckin Harry. And Remus turns Wormtail back into Peter, and we get the whole Peter begging the Trio for mercy before Sirius turns back into himself from Padfoot, at which time Ron and Hermione start yelling about the escaped very dangerous convict in their TRAIN CAR, while Harry tries to convince them that Sirius isn't a danger to anyone in the tiny space but the fucking RAT, at which time Ron is like WELL HE'S NOT ACTUALLY A RAT ANYMORE NOW IS HE HARRY???!!! And Harry has to go with the short version of HE BETRAYED MY PARENTS RONALD!!!! while Peter is cornered by Sirius and Remus. And no, nobody has heard the yelling yet bc obviously Remus cast the Muffliato Charm or something, of course he did, I wouldn't forget that people have EARS. And then all of the sudden, the train car starts getting all cold, so Remus starts yelling at Sirius to change back to Padfoot bc the dementors won't sense a human that could be Kissed if he's not in human form, and Sirius does, but Peter also tries and Ron realizes what's happening and knocks him out (why Ron? Idk, why NOT him honestly, it's what he deserves after letting that creepy motherfucker live with him for the past few years bc YIKES I would be so freaked out) before Peter can turn back into a rat. The dementors come into the train car and Harry has his fainting spell which makes Sirius and Remus suitably LOSE THEIR MINDS bc WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED TO THE KID?!!??!! and Remus uses the Patronus Charm to repel them even though it means Peter won't be Kissed and Remus really wants revenge.

So Harry wakes up and is immediately accosted by his best friends, Sirius back in human form, and Remus trying to force chocolate into him. Ron and Hermione have been suitably informed of the situation, so they've closed the curtains, and nobody even knows what's happened besides those in the train car with them. Sirius doesn't have his wand, but he resolves to sit as Padfoot, staring at an unconscious Peter for the rest of the journey to Hogwarts, and the other four join him because no way in HELL are they letting that MF escape after Harry and Remus have managed to explain everything (and even before bc Ron and Hermione are the best and all they needed to hear was that Harry's parents died bc of Peter to determine that they would fucking the rat UP if he tried anything at all). So of course this weird fuckin quintet shows up to Hogsmeade's station with the real traitor and have to wait for everyone else to exit the train before traipsing up to the castle with the still unconscious Peter (Ron may not have cared all that much about being careful with head injuries from knocking bastards out bc of the whole ya know TRAITOR thing). Remus manages to send off a Patronus message to McGonagall (her bc of the aforementioned Dumbledore is a shithead thing) and they all head to Remus' new office with Peter in tow. Minerva shows up to Sirius as Padfoot, but an unconscious man who is CLEARLY Peter Pettigrew, and she's immediately like WHAT THE HELL??? and calls in some Aurors to deal with the trash. The Aurors are all suitably horrified but clear out soon bc they're not important to this story (sorry, kisses Aurors😘), and Minerva starts raging about Sirius being innocent and how DARE Peter, to which the Trio are extremely horrified bc they've never seen her lose her shit QUITE this much and it is highkey terrifying, but Remus is enjoying the show bc at least SOMEONE AGREES and Padfoot is wagging his tail and panting happily before Sirius realizes that Minerva can KNOW and he transforms back into himself, giving the poor professor half a heart attack. And because I think it would be hilarious for me personally, Snape walks in at the end of this lil story to see where tf Remus is bc he and Minerva are BOTH missing from the Welcome Feast, to Minerva McGonagall hugging the life out of a beaming Sirius Black while Remus looks at the two of them with a huge amount of relief bc THANK GOD she accepted his innocence, that could've been so bad for them lmao, they couldn't even Disapparate away at Hogwarts if she decided he wasn't innocent after all. And then Snape sees the Trio right beside Remus, also watching the hug and grinning like fools, especially Harry bc this meant Sirius was going to be FREE and also Harry would never have to deal with seeing the Dursleys or dealing with the fact that he literally blew up Dudley's aunt ever :)))

[toothlesshat]

YOOOOOOOO. LEO CONFRONTING SPLINTER?

LEONARDO?? AKA THE PERFECT SON? AKA SPLINTER JR?

IM SO IN FOR IT. I dunno what angle you would take, whether itll be super angst or Leo being some sort of calm anger but I LOVE IT EITHER WAY.

Especially after the episode where Leo lets Raph lead the team because he is sick of having to deal with their complaints and he goes home and Splinter basically tells him "It doesn't matter if they complain, you are the leader. You wanted to be the leader. Its a thankless job but you wanted to do it so you HAVE to."

BUT AU LEO CONFRONTING HIM LIKE "No, I'm not doing it. Not anymore. I don't care I can't do it anymore" AND THEN RUNNING AWAY. So much potential for one scene. I can't wait to see what you come up with(whether its a drawing or written out in a fic, idc i'm excited to see it)

ANON I'm going to be honest this ask got me so excited about the idea that I finally started writing the rogue Leo fic lmaoo AND I've decided to drop the first draft of the confrontation here >:) It might change by the time I actually finish the fic, but just know it'll go something like this

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“I’m done.”

His words command silence, immediately quieting his family as they cross the threshold into their home. His brothers turn to look at him, confused to hear such a vague statement from their leader who they couldn’t get a word out of as they walked home. Even Splinter, who usually takes no interest in their conversations, has pricked his ears in Leo’s direction, a frown resting on his muzzle. 

They wait for Leo to elaborate, but his heart is pounding too fast to say anything, so Raph speaks up instead. 

“We’re all done,” he says matter-of-factly, crossing his arms, “that’s what the end of a mission means.”

Leo jumps to glare at him, but he stops to look at his family, inspecting them one by one and becoming more disheartened as he goes. Mikey’s ankle is bruised from where Tiger Claw tangled him over the furnace, Raph has a slight limp from the fight and is primarily standing on his left side to hide it, and Splinter’s eye is greatly swollen- who knows when he took that hit. Even his own mask tails are burned from that furnace, and his arm throbs from Tiger Claw scratching at his arm. But it doesn’t matter when these things happened, all that matters is why. Leo is why. He couldn’t stop them, he couldn’t protect them. Every single night he goes out with his brothers never knowing if it could be their last, and the responsibility to protect them lies solely within him. One bad call or wrong move could spell out the end, and it’s all on Leo if it does. He’s so, so tired. 

They look back at him expectantly, and it occurs to him that he could turn back now. He could agree with Raph, tell them he’s going to get some rest and pretend he wasn’t thinking about this. Things would continue as normal, and he’d… he’d still be their leader. 

That thought alone terrifies him enough to snap. “No,” his voice booms through the lair, “I’m done being your leader.”

It takes a second, maybe two for them to process what he’s said, but as soon as they do, the room becomes a mess of chaos.

“What’re you talking about!?” Raph gawks. 

“Leo…?” Mikey whimpers.

“You can’t just quit being leader,” Donnie chimes in. For some reason, that’s the complaint that riles Leo up the most. 

“Why can’t I!?” He demands, silencing them for the second time that night, “you don’t know anything about being the leader! You don’t know how hard it is to- to put your family’s life on the line every night!”

“That,” Splinter begins, drawing all eyes to himself as he walks up to Leo, a patient sort of tenseness in his expression, “is why you must continue as leader, Leonardo. You know the great lengths you must take to protect your family, and you will learn to overcome the fear you feel today as you did with the fear spores.” 

Leo grimaces at the memory of the fear inducing mushrooms he faced only weeks ago. He defeated them, yes, but he also admitted to not being over the experience entirely. Surely Splinter knows that?

“It doesn’t matter that the burden is heavy, it matters that you carry it.”

He’s heard that before, a long time ago on a similar night when Leo let Raph lead the team after a ridiculous fight. He remembers telling Splinter the same things he’s said tonight, that he’s tired of leading, that they don’t know what it’s like to be in his position. He remembers taking back the role because he was told to, he remembers Splinter telling him those exact words and they never spoke about it again.

Fear grips his mind tight as he realizes that this is the exact same conversation as before. This whole thing is rehearsed, just with the addition of his brothers to watch it go down. And, even more terrifying, if something doesn’t change now, it’ll end the same with him being leader and his family’s lives on his shoulders. 

“I don’t want the burden,” he growls. It surprises Splinter, whose eyes go wide in shock.

“Leonardo-”

“No, Sensei, this isn’t your choice to make anymore! I don’t want to lead this team, I don’t care how angry you get, or what you think about me.”

“So you’ll just leave us!?” Raph demands, making their younger brothers flinch at his tone.

Leo glares at him, the memory of his berating over saving Mikey all too fresh in his mind. “You never listen to me anyway! Isn’t this what you’ve been wanting?”

Donnie steps up next, though not as angry. Just confused. “But, then who would lead us?

Mikey frowns from beside him, “Raph wanted to-”

“Nobody,” Splinter firmly cuts in, keeping his gaze locked on Leo, who has returned it in a challenge. “Leonardo is your leader, and he will-”

“Not anymore.”

“Enough!” Their master snaps, somehow shaking the concrete floor with his voice alone. The others cower back, as expected, but Leo forces himself to hold his ground no matter how scared or nervous he feels. “You will do as you are told!”

 And where were you, his mind supplies bitterly, why did I ever fear calling you for help? Why was I so scared of what you’d think of me needing you to rescue us? He doesn’t say these things out loud, knowing it’d only lead into a bigger, much more dramatic fight than he has the energy for, but it’s there in the back of his mind. Why doesn’t his father understand where he’s coming from? Why doesn’t he care how Leo feels about any of this? 

He doesn’t say anything, actually. Instead, he undoes the straps across his chest, unbuckles the belt around his waist and throws them to the ground, his swords and sheath included. There’s a quiet gasp from one of his brothers, he’s not sure who, but he pays it no mind. He keeps his eyes trained on his father, his master, and takes a step back, leaving his weapons in between them. 

“I’m no longer the leader,” he announces. Then he turns around and leaves, not once looking back.

“Leo, come back!” Mikey begs him as he crosses the threshold once more. 

“Come on, we can talk about this!” Donnie adds before he hits the subway tracks. 

“Leo!” Is all Raph can say by the time Leo is out of sight. 

He takes only a second to crumble, stumbling back on his feet as the weight of what he’s done settles over him. All at once he feels sick and relieved, terrified but somehow safe again. It’s a strange feeling, one he wants to unpack further or at the very least try to understand, but he can hear his family begin to fight in the lair. They ask Splinter for guidance, and he offers nothing. It hurts too much to listen any longer, so Leo runs. He runs as fast as his legs will go, ignoring how exhausted they are from the fight just hours before, and heads for the surface. He doesn’t know what he’ll do there, but he decides that doesn’t matter. He’s just going to run.