#those that make sense pff

[thestarssecrets]

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Astrology Observations

•all of these are purely my own observations and opinion.•

TW: mention of body issues and dissociation

Leo Risings almost always have some sort of body issue trauma or confidence issues.

Libra Mercurys when meeting people all have this certain type of awkward laugh like a “pff” noise and humm a lot in agreement even when they don’t agree. (this is more tailored with virgo and gemini placements in the mix with it but if you’re a libra mercury and this resonates without those lmk!)

Mars and Saturn in the 1st house when unhealed makes everything a competition. They have to be “successful”. If that means knocking you down a pegs or talking shit about you to make them feel better about themselves…they will do it. If it’s in Leo they have to have all the attention. If it’s in Aquarius they will act unbothered and aloof but talk mega shit about you. etc. whatever sign these planets are in it causes friction. there is a constant yearning to push but saturn restrains it. They might feel like they have to be constantly be in action or “maintaining” their image to be enough. This causes a more than deep inner frustration when they see someone achieving the things they want.

Gemini Sun in the 11th I feel like fits the stereotype of “gemini being two faced” the most. Their ego is constantly changing from the information and energy they are absorbing from other groups of people. Very chameleon like. If they don’t have a strong sense of self, or other planets in the chart that suggest this, i feel like it could lead to identity/self image issues. Same for the 7th house but i feel like the 11th house is more pungent. It’s not just personal relationships it’s community and the social world as a whole.

12th house placements are the worst when it comes to reflective people. The 12th house often holds things that are hidden from ourselves. Thinking about it on the chart wheel, the 12th house is right above the 1st. Almost as if it’s what guides us but it’s unseen. If there’s any personal planets in the 12th house and they are aspected heavily it could show us repressed issues that control the persons life without their knowledge of it. Whenever they meet people that force them to face themselves it’s particularly hard for these natives, not because it’s hard information to swallow, but because the information and emotion that comes with it can be confusing as a whole. From my experience they often shut people out or avoid them completely because they aren’t ready to face those issues.

Virgo Moons often have mothers that are self critical. I’ve noticed the mothers of virgo moons have body issues and obsessed over it. This can lead them to unconsciously pick up on these critical,self improvement mindset. it’s very important for these natives to be aware of the relationship to the mother and themselves. i’ve also met other virgo moons and this remains true!!

8th house moons need to feel understood more than any other house moon placement. They feel deeply and crave soul-level connections. day to day connections are probably draining for this person. to feel emotionally stable they need a person that gets them completely,fully,and nakedly. trust and authenticity is vital to this native.

Almost every scorpio moon i’ve met are disconnected from their feelings. personally i’ve never met one that didn’t feel distant emotionally. this could be because of their protective nature emotionally or because their emotions are too intense for them to feel themselves. either way it’s very interesting to see, coming from a scorpio rising, how scorpios energy works. my sister and boyfriend both have scorpio moons, the two closest people in my life, and there is always still a sense of mystery there.

Moon in the 12 house often repress their emotions so much it could lead to dissociation. I don’t have this placement myself, but i recently met someone that gets my emotional energy like no other and she has her moon in the 12th house. Some issues that come up are knowing you feel a lot and deeply but it’s just out of reach for you to truly get to the “bottom” of the feeling. Feeling so overwhelmed that you don’t know how to react in a moment that would normally prompt a reaction. Taking on people’s emotions because they “sense” the emotions others aren’t verbally voicing.

10th house stelliums especially with saturn feel like they have to achieve something career wise before they do anything else in life. It could be from an outside force or themselves, but it’s very important for these natives to understand that their success is not directly tied to who they fundamentally are. It’s okay to fail and it’s important to try re define what success to this native actually looks like.

If you have Uranus or Neptune in the third house you might randomly get spiritual downloads or hits from writing, driving in your car, listening to music, words standing out from listening to someone’s conversation, radios, school work.

Sagittarius Moons depending on what house and how it’s aspected can be deep feelers. They feel most comfortable focusing on the bright side of things and making light of situations, but the need to find meaning and purpose to an emotion is still there, just like any other sagittarius placement. If they find enjoyment in finding meaning to their emotions they could start to feel comfortable processing deeper complex emotions. they might intellectualize emotions on a more negative note.

•that’s all for now! if you have any questions feel free to shoot them!

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[little-forest-goblin]

Soft touches, silent roads

Warnings: Smut MDNI 18+

Contains: oral (f and m receiving), p in v, dirty talk, light choking (very brief) praise, mostly soft dom five (There is a little roughness), face fucking, cum eating, creampie (i hate the word too), car sex, bad writing, grammatical errors

Synopsis: You and five were at graces birthday party. You and him haven’t seen each other in a long time so there is a lot of unspoken things between you and him especially the unspoken love and desire between you and him that was never addressed properly. (The events of the fourth season never occurred)

The birthday party was all out which was really sweet of Diego and Lila. The kids were having so much fun which was even sweeter. Lila’s family was very kind too. It was odd seeing the family after a long while. Especially poor Klaus who was a raging germaphobe and extremely sober. which the sober part isn’t a bad thing but the germaphobic tendencies is a little bit odd. No matter you’re just glad he is getting himself mostly together. Luther was what he called “A professional dancer” which obviously was not true but you know what…good for him. There was Allison worried and scared that everybody hated her. Viktor was kinda off to the side since he didn’t really want anything to do with any of us which you guess kinda makes sense after the shit we’ve been through. you cant blame him completely for not wanting anything to do with us but its nice to know he cares still to show up. Ben was sulking about just getting out of jail and about his “Business”. You really just hope he will get his shit together. Then lo and behold there was five. The one man you were nervous to talk to. The one that made your heart race and your face flush. You haven’t spoken to him in a long time. Life caught up to you, you were healing from trauma and getting your own shit together. That being said he was always on your mind no matter how hard you tried to push him or the thoughts away. It was always a haunting thought in the back of your mind. A space just for him that was rent free. You looked over to him and to your surprise you caught him looking at you. His own eyes went a little wide with nervousness and looked away sipping his beer and looked back into the ball-pit where luther tried to scare him and ben. You felt your face flush and you looked away.

After a ruined back and a piñata issue it was time for everyone to go home. Sadly your car was being the biggest asshole of the day cause it decided to break down the day before. You had to take a uber which was scary at this time of night. You walked out the doors and leaned against the wall of the building. You went onto your phone to look for an uber when five came out he saw you and came on over “Hey” you looked to him your face flushing as you saw those piercing green eyes “H-hey” he chuckled and leaned against the wall his arms crossed “What are you doing? Aren’t you gonna head home?” you sighed and shut pff your phone putting it in your pocket “My car broke down yesterday. The hunk of junk had to be a paid actor cause that was to perfectly timed.” he smiled “So what gives?” you sighed “Im getting an uber. It may not be the safest but i need to go home somehow.” he nodded. it was silent for a minute as he looked at you his eyes traveling down then up at your face again trying to stay calm but if you looked close you’d notice he swallowed a nervous lump in his throat. “You can ride with me” you look at him wide eyed “Wait what?” he looked at your eyes “Yeah you can ride with me. I don’t want you getting hurt or worse.” you bit your lip nervously “no no its okay i-“ five cut you off before you could say anything else “No i insist come on” he took your hand and gently led you to his car almost seeming eager. Your hand in his, skin against skin sent electricity through you and a shiver down your spine. You almost wanted to kick yourself cause it was such a simple touch. How the hell are you getting so worked up over such a simple god damn touch! is…is he getting worked up too? Is he feeling the same? You let him lead you to his car. He opens the passenger side for you “After you, princess” he smiled you chuckled and got into the car “My, what a gentleman!” he laughed and closed the door and got into the driver seat.

You and him have been driving for some time. At some point during the night drive home it began to rain. You looked to him his hands gripping the steering wheel. it was almost white knuckled how hard he was holding it. You swallowed as your eyes traveled over the veins in his hands. they were prominent and an indicator of what hid under his suit. you looked to his face his eyes slightly squinted to look out the glass windshield past the rain and slight fogging. his lips and nose those piercing green eyes and hair that made your insides flutter. You always were weak when it came to this man. he glanced to you and back to the road. “Whats with that look for?” you blushed lightly and looked back out the window “nothing.” the rain started to come down harder and tension built until the glass fogged up to much and the rain poured a little to hard. “Fuck it” he pulled into an empty lot and parked the car. you looked at him confused “woah hey wha-“ he unbuckled and turned to you “Don’t say it isn’t nothing. I don’t want it to be nothing. I know it isn’t nothing.” you looked him in his eyes. his eyes looked a little desperate almost pleading. You wanted to say it you knew it wasn’t nothing but something in you still wanted to deny from fear of scaring him away “Five i-its nothing i’m being honest” he shook his head “Don’t say that…it isn’t. Me and you have always beat around the bush. When i’m with you i cant help it but to beat around the bush cause i’m afraid to lose you. I don’t want to scare you away but god damn it y/n i cant do it any longer. Y/n i love you. You are in my mind no matter how much i try to push it away. I cant pretend that i don’t love you cause i do. Y/n i love you and i was too afraid to say it but now i’m not. i’ve gotten my shit together for the most part and me beating around the bush is not something i wanna do anymore.” you looked at him incredulously. He just professed his love to you. after so long of lingering stares and touches that lasted a little too long all coming to a sorta close. you swallowed “Five i have also loved you…i’ve loved you even as i kept distance for 6 years i was in love with you as we danced at the wedding at the end of the world i was in love with you as we saved the world in the 60’s and i have loved you before. I was also too afraid to say it.” he looked at you with eyes that held love and adoration. His face came closer to yours both of you so close his breath fanned across your face you swallowed and kept eye contact with him. he looked from your lips to your eyes “Y/n?” you kept your eyes locked with his “Yeah?” “can i kiss you?” you felt your breath hitch “God yes” he didn’t need to be told twice. His lips were on yours kissing desperately. his hands came to either side of your face holding you close. your hands came around his neck one along his back and one traveled into his hair giving a slight tug making him groan. He lightly bit at your bottom lip and tugged gently. you whimpered softly and he growled at that lovely sound you made. his hands went from either side of your face and at the top of your arms feeling the skin under your sleeves. his lips traveled from your lips to your jaw and to your neck. his kissed almost reverently until he started to nibble and suck to create a dark purple love bite. you let out shuddering breath and you licked your bottom lip wetting it a little “f-five…fuck” he detached his lips looking up at you with a hint of concern “You okay? does it feel okay?” you nodded “Feels good…so good…” his eyes darkened and growled softly “Such a good girl made just for me” he kissed and sucked your skin. after some time “I need you now baby please. Let me have you” he looked up at you with a hint of pleading but there was room for you to say no and back away but thats not happening “Yes”

you and him had got into the back seat. he swallowed as he gently pulled your shirt over your head. he let out a breath ans he was speechless for a minute. you got a little worried and self conscious thinking maybe he was changing his mind. your hands where going to go around your body to cover but his hands where quick but gentle to pull your hands away “no…no, don’t cover…you’re gorgeous i wanna see you, love” you felt relief flood through your body. you let him guide your hands away from your body. his hands pulled you closer and held you to him and kissed the side of your neck as he undid your bra letting your tits loose from the prison you call a bra. he growled a little “Fuck look at you. perfect pretty girl. can i touch them baby?” you nodded and he shook his head his hand traveled to the back of your neck pulling you closer “Ah ah baby i gotta hear you say it okay? use your words for me, hm?” you swallowed nervousness and excitement coursing through you “Y-yes…please touch me” he hummed in appreciation “Good girl” his hands came away the back of your neck and to your tits squeezing and kneading softly feeling there shape. he leaned down and kissed the top of one of your breasts and bit down and sucked pulling the skin in to make a love bite, marking you as his own. You moaned and blushed deeply. he soon pulled off and let go of your tits his hand traveling around your neck “Lie back in the seat for me baby. i gotta have a taste of you” you nodded. your cunt was soaked through your panties you could feel it the wet patch there was probably noticeable. He traveled down kissing down the valley of your breasts to your stomach all the way to the waistband. His fingers curled around the waistband looking up at you for permission. you nodded and he wasted no time pulling it down revealing the pretty black pair you on. his chuckle was mixed with a light growl “Oh baby did you wear these just for me?” you and him both knew that this was not planned before hand so no but god damn it were you gonna entertain it “Y-yeah…wore them just for you” he hummed in appreciation and kissed your clothed clit making you jump a little “Knew you would. You’re such a good girl. always so sweet” you blushed and let out a shuddered breath. his fingers curled around the bottom of your panties and pulled them down off your legs and let them join the pile on the floor. he wet his bottom lip as he stared “O-oh baby…this is what you’ve hidden from me for far to long?” he kissed you clit reverently sending a shock of pleasure before he started to really get to it. his tongue licking at your slit and up to your clit. his lips wrapped around your clit and focused his tongue and attention there. you moaned and shivered. your hand traveling into his hair looking down at him only causing you to get more worked up. “o-oh fuck five god damn it” your head fell back as you panted. he chuckled sending another shock of electricity “That good baby?” you nodded. your thighs shook and threatened to close around his head. before they could his hands wrapped around them. keeping them opened “Ah ah baby keep them nice and open for me, good girl” he devoured you like you where the most delicious meal and you felt that cord within you tighten and threaten to snap. your moans came out louder and he knew you where close. his thumb came to your clit and rubbed gentle circles while his tongue focused on your slit. you felt your orgasm crash down on you and he licked away your cum with eagerness “mmm sweet tasting girl. perfect for me” he came up for air panting. his chin had your slick down it. he wiped away at it and leaned down to kiss you. his tongue and your taste together was divine. you moaned softly. you felt his hard cock through his pants. you pulled back “let me help you…please?” your hand traveled to palm him and he let out a stuttering breath “Only if you really want to baby.” you looked him in his eyes “i want too…please let me” he smiled and kissed you one more time and sat up and let you move to in front of him in the backseat.

you and him had moved the front seat chairs up so you and him could have room. He let out a shuddering breath as you unbuckled him from his cloth prison. once his boxers were pulled down and away his cock was up against his stomach your eyes widened a little in surprise cause he was bigger then you expected. i guess what the world didn’t give him in height gave in length. he chuckled “surprised?” you nodded a little more eagerly then you wanted it to be “Yeah… i am actually. im not say i was expecting it to be small i just thought you’d be average or something” he chuckled and his hand came to your head pulling your hair back into a makeshift ponytail “Doll, im hurt! uou had no faith in me?” five feigned hurt with a mock pout. you chuckled “im sorry, baby. Let me make it up to you” your lips went to his head. he groaned “Fuuuck, doll.” your tongue flattened and you took more of him. his hand was in your hair helping you bob your head. he groaned and his head rolled back “just like that baby mhm so good your taking me so good” you whined and looked up at him. he looked down at you and his cock twitched “Fuck baby you cant look at me like that i’ll blow my load to fast” you giggled a little till he pushed your head down more and groaned. he face fucked you bobbing your head for you. “Fuck just like that doll flatten that pretty fucking tongue!” he growled his eyes dark and his pupils blown wide. “Thats it take it like the good sweet girl you are. Good girl” he moaned and his head fell back against the seat. his balls tightened he came down your throat. you went wide eyed swallowing it down. he pulled out panting. he looked down at you his hands untangling from your hair and tucked your hair behind your ear and away from your face “You okay baby?” you nodded wiping away tears “Yeah i’m okay.” he smiled and helped you onto his lap and kissed you softly. “I was a little rough baby i’m sorry” his thumbs gently swiped away any remaining tears.

After he let you calm down and get together holding you closely you laid on the backseat. you and him had let the backseats down. you looked up at him as he shrugged off his suit and vest undoing his tie and throwing it to the pile. he sat back a little looking at your naked splayed out body. his hand pumped his cock a few times “Fuck sweetheart your gorgeous.” he crawled over you lining his cock with your waiting entrance. you swallowed. “Five…can you hold me while we do this? i wanna be close to you” he looked up at you and smiled. his arms went around your body. one around your waist the other around your shoulders. he kissed your neck and slowly pushed in “f-fuck baby your tight” he pushed all the way in. your breath seemed to stop for a minute your lips parted in a silent moan. he stayed still letting you get used to him “Its okay baby just breathe” thats when you remember to breath breathing in then out letting your body relax. once fully relaxed he started to move in then out slow and sweet thrusts wanting to savor you and the feel of your walls squeezing his cock. soft moans and shudders of breath came from both of you. “God i love you y/n its been to long of us dragging this out. I should’ve told you before” you shook your head you arms around him and his back “Its not just your fault- ah -i..i should’ve said something too” you and him moaned as the pace picked up a little but stayed mostly slow and sweet. your hearts beat in sync with each other just as it is should. your pants filled the car and his groans filled your ears. the windows of the car fogged up and the soft patter of the rain against the car gave a soft atmosphere. “Fuck baby i wish i could stay buried inside you forever” he let you go a little but stayed close his pace not stopping. he lifted on of your legs to his shoulder to get a deeper angel. the head of his cock kissing your g-spot perfectly causing your moans to come out louder. he felt your walls start to tighten around him indicating how close you where his thrusts went faster “Its okay baby i got you i got you cum for me…cum with me, fuck your such a good girl cum with me” his moans came out louder with yours. his hands found yours and held them intertwining you and his fingers. the cord within your stomach snapped and as soon as he felt your walls tighten his cock twitched and he came with you his cum pouring inside you filling you up. He groaned and slowed his pace going slow to fuck you through it but not to overstimulate you. you and him panted, a thin layer of sweat glistening on your bodies. he looked down at you and smiled softly moving some of the hair from your face that stuck to you away “You okay baby?” you nodded “yeah…yeah I’m okay…are you?” he smiled and chuckled “More then okay.” you looked up at him admiring him for all he was. he noticed your look and leaned down and kissed you softly and you happily kissed back. he pulled out of you causing you both to whimper a little. he pulled off looking at you “Come on lets get redressed. If you wanna we can come to my place and we can get cleaned up and relax the rest of the night” you smiled “i like that idea”

So both of you got redressed after he found some wet wipes to clean you up a little. you helped each other get redressed and soon drove home where you and him took a proper shower (Might’ve had a little round two in there) and relaxed for the rest of night laid in bed in one of his sweaters and watched a cheesy rom-com while cuddling under the sheets till you fall asleep.

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Hey there guys! i hope you like it! its my first time writing a smut. I was nervous writing this sorry for any grammatical errors or if it seemed rushed (i hope it doesn’t). I love you and stay safe y’all ❤️ 😘

[darklight-owl]

Okay Louis and Juno's relationship in the anime is actually being butchered and that makes me so sad. I went back and re-read the kiss scene and it's baffling how downplayed Louis' feelings are in the anime??? Like. Look how the scene plays out after they kiss:

Those internal monologues are EVERYTHING. He doesn't believe the Sigma Male Nonsense he's spouting!! He knows Juno is a social climber who has trouble controlling her emotions so he's trying to get her to not sabotage herself by pursuing a relationship with him!!

Not only did the anime remove his internal monologue (only the ones that imply he might actually feel something for Juno btw. When he's thinking about literally anything else noooo we can make him monologue pff it's fineee) but they also knocked down Louis' reaction AND removed the shot of Juno crying.

Which brings me to my next point. The anime doesn't seem to take Juno seriously as a character. They're using her only as a comedic relief, you're not supposed to feel bad for her, you're supposed to laugh at how incompetent she is at romance and how Louis is too much of a Sigma to EVER fall in love with someone like HER. As if these panels meant nothing:

While Juno is a very immature and emotional character and her chapters tend to go for something lighter and more comedic the manga is capable of taking her seriously. Something the anime doesn't do. They take what's surface-level about Juno and go with that.

I think a BIG part of this change is the fact Louis and Juno don't end up together in the manga and they don't want to dissappoint people. I think that's fuckin stupid. The entire point of the love failiure arc is that interspecies romance is COMPLICATED and more often than not doesn't work out. Legoshi and Haru stick to their guns and make it work, but Louis prioritizes his position as heir to the the Horns Conglomerate which is why he and Juno don't end up together. It hurts, but it makes sense for the characters and the story. Removing this and downplaying it as "haha silly Juno and her silly romantic endeavors" hurts the story imo.

Anyway in conclusion. Look how they massacred my girl.

[arc-misadventures]

The Paladin of the Party

Weiss: Good gods...

Ruby: What's wrong, Weiss?

Weiss: In order for the four of us to continue adventuring, we have, have to have a paladin from the, Order of the Rusted Knight assigned to us.

Yang: What? Why do we have to do that?!

Weiss: Because my bastard son of a whore father said so.

Yang: Ahh...

Blake: That makes sense. Control freak whore...

Ruby: Well at least they're from the, Order of the Rusted Knight. Those guys actually know what they're doing unlike the, Order of Lamp.

Blake: You mean the, Order of the Drunkard! I swear I don't care what he says, but you're uncle is defiantly an honourary member at the least!

Yang: I'd place money on that.

Ruby: So we're just going to wait here for this, Paladin to show up?

Weiss: What else can we do?

Yang: Ditch 'em, and run?

Weiss: My father is helping financing our adventures. As loath as I am to say it, until we can get a better foothold to stand on our own, we need the money.

Ruby: Besides, some extra muscle wouldn't hurt, this Paladin could be the tank our team needs!

Yang: That will remain to be scene.

: Excuse me; but you four wouldn't happen to be Team RWBY, wouldn't you?

Ruby: Yes, that ussssss...?

: Ahh good! Hello, my name is, Jaune Arcadia, of the house of Duke Achieus Arcadia. I am a member of the Holy Order of the Rusted Knight. And, at the behest of, Marquis Jacques Schnee I have been assigned to join your team. It is a pleasure to meet you~!

Ruby: Hello! My name is, Ruby Rose, I'm the leader of Team RWBY, and these are my teammates!

Yang: (Whistles~!) A dragonborn? Don't see many of your kind around here. My name is, Yang Xiao Long, this little twerps older sister, nice to meet you!

Jaune: A pleasure.

Blake: My name is, Blake. Blake Belladonna. If you don't mind me asking, what's a dukes son, much less a dragonborn doing in a, Holy Order.

Jaune: Oh a combination of noble obligation, and childhood dreams. And, you must be my sudo-ward, Weiss Schnee. Tis a pleasure to meet you.

Weiss: ...

Ruby: Weiss? Weiss!

Weiss: I'm fertile.

Ruby: WHAT?!

Yang: PFF! HAHAHAHA!!!

Blake: Well, now we know what, Weiss's type is...

Jaune: Haaa... Not again...

[eiralunaire]

Damian Wayne and Reader go on a "date" to a scary park.

It was an October night, the cold wind making the dry leaves crunch under your feet as you and Damian walked towards the scary amusement park, lit by flashing lights and red neons. Damian, always impeccable in his black leather jacket and a controlled expression, followed closely behind you. His thoughts were far from the idea of ​​a “casual�� outing. To him, this was a *date*, though he hadn’t decided yet if he should mention it. His feelings for you put him on extra alert, always maintaining outward composure but with a storm of internal thoughts. Should he say something? Or should he continue acting like it was just a friends’ outing?

**“It’s a date. There’s no doubt about that,”** he repeated internally, casting a discreet glance towards you, who were walking happily beside him. **“He’ll be scared first, for sure,”** he thought with a small smile hidden in the corner of his lips, imagining what could happen in the park’s horror houses.

For your part, you were completely unconcerned. To you, this was just a fun night. The idea of ​​a scary amusement park delighted you, and you were more than ready to experience the adrenaline rush of scares. "This is just an outing with Damian to have a good time," you told yourself, not noticing his deeper intentions.

Before they left for the park, Flatline, in his direct style, had made sure to give Damian a small "gift": a tiny ear communicator.

**"It'll do, trust me,"** Flatline said with a smile as he placed it in Damian's ear, who had reluctantly accepted. He knew that Flatline only wanted to be aware of the "gossip" of the night. **"Just don't give me any of your inappropriate suggestions,"** he had warned, remembering his dark sense of humor.

Flatline, laughing as he walked away, had said, “Come on, Damian, relax a little. It’s not like I’m going to suggest something like… I don’t know… *give him oral in the house of mirrors*.” That was Flatline. Always taking everything to the extreme.

Damian sighed deeply, ignoring the comments and focusing on his goal: courting you, even though his pride told him he didn’t need Flatline’s help. However, the communicator was on, and Flatline was already listening to every single thing.

They arrived at the first attraction of the park: a house of terror with special effects. The doors creaked as they opened, and the atmosphere was filled with pre-recorded screams and shadows moving on the walls.

“You’re sure you won’t be scared before me, right?” Damian asked you, with a slight mockery in his voice, still observing every detail around him. Despite the gloomy atmosphere, he kept his posture firm and relaxed.

"Pff, don't get so excited. This is just for fun, you're not going to see me scream like a girl," you answered confidently, not noticing how he analyzed your every move.

In the background, Flatline let out a sarcastic comment: **"Oh, wow, Damian, looks like you're going to have to work harder to impress her."** Damian rolled his eyes, trying to ignore her.

They walked through rooms filled with strobe lights, narrow hallways, and actors jumping out of the shadows, but even though your heart was racing, you remained calm... for now.

"Are you scared?" Damian asked, clearly challenging you. But just then, a macabre figure came out of nowhere, and you let out a small gasp, jumping towards him, while Damian barely flinched.

"That doesn't count!" you said quickly, walking away as he looked at you with a small smile of victory.

**"You know, maybe you should take her to the house of mirrors. Maybe you'll like what you see in those reflections or whatever happens, wink, wink."** Flatline hinted over the communicator, obviously enjoying the entertainment.

Damian pressed his lips together, ignoring Flatline again and turned to you, hiding his growing affection with a neutral tone.

"Don't worry. Maybe I should protect you tonight," he suggested, but his gaze had a playful glint that you barely managed to notice. To you, it was still just a joke between friends. To him, every word, every gesture, was part of his plan to take this friends' outing to something more.

The ride continued with laughter, scares, and little moments where Damian couldn't help but look at you a little too long, while Flatline kept up with it, making jokes in the background that Damian tried hard to ignore. This "casual" outing for you was much more than that for him, but he would let you discover it at your own pace.

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As they made their way through the park, the flashing lights and terrifying creatures lurking around every corner kept causing a stir. The screams of other visitors mixed the atmosphere with a playful tension, but Damian barely reacted. His eyes were more focused on you, waiting with some amusement for the moment when you would get scared again. He couldn't help but feel a slight satisfaction every time he managed to keep his composure while you gave a little jump or made a muffled sound.

—"Don't laugh,"— you told him with a half smile, realizing that, although you tried to remain calm, the occasional scares were starting to affect you. The fact that Damian seemed immune only made you feel more competitive.

—"Laugh? I wouldn't do such a thing,"— he replied with a slight nod, although the small sparkles in his eyes betrayed his words.

They passed by an attraction called “The Labyrinth of Darkness,” an enclosed space filled with warped mirrors and seemingly endless hallways. Without hesitation, you decided that would be the next stop.

“Let’s go here, I bet you get lost first,” you said with a hint of mischief in your voice.

Damian raised an eyebrow, clearly accepting the challenge. **“Perfect. One more excuse to be close to her.”** He thought to himself, as Flatline once again butted into the conversation with his teasing tone.

**“Oh, the labyrinth. Great idea, Damian. Just don’t get so lost that you end up kissing her by accident. Or… is that what you’re hoping for?”** Damian didn’t bother to answer, gritting his teeth and moving on.

Inside the labyrinth, the lights flickered in green and red hues, casting strange shadows on the distorted mirrors that reflected their figures. You moved forward a little, confident that you could find the exit before him. But, as you moved forward, you realized how confusing the layout was. The mirrors distorted your face and the hallway seemed to stretch out, giving you an eerie feeling.

—"Ok… this is harder than I thought,"— you admitted, stopping to look around, and Damian, as always, seemed completely calm as he followed closely behind you.

—"Given up already?"— his tone was soft, but full of defiance.

Before you could answer, a dark figure moved in one of the mirrors. You let out a soft cry, thinking that someone had appeared out of nowhere, but upon looking closely, it was only a distorted reflection. You leaned against one of the mirrors for a moment, trying to calm your racing heartbeat.

Damian, on the other hand, didn't miss the opportunity to get a little closer to you, his voice soft and calm.

—"Don't worry. If you get lost, I'll find you."

You turned to look at him, and for a brief second, something in his tone made you doubt if he was really joking. There was an intensity in his gaze that you hadn't noticed before, as if he wasn't just talking about the labyrinth. You laughed nervously, trying to downplay the moment.

—"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine. This is just a game, remember?"

Damian nodded, but the idea of ​​this being more than just a game was still lingering in his mind. **"A game... maybe. But for me, it's something more."** His thought was interrupted again by Flatline, who was still attentive to the development of the night.

**"Honestly, Damian, I don't know how you haven't kissed her already. What are you expecting, for me to ask you please?"** Flatline's laughter echoed in his ears, but Damian remained calm. You knew you didn't need to rush, that things would happen in their own time.

Eventually, you both found your way out of the maze, and though you had tried to hold your ground, you knew Damian had won that little battle of nerves.

—"Okay, I admit it. You won this time,"— you said with a resigned smile, while he simply looked at you with an expression of quiet victory.

—"It wasn't a competition,"— Damian muttered, although he clearly enjoyed your surrender.

With the park still vibrant around you, you decided that the next attraction needed to be something lighter. Before you could suggest anything, however, Damian looked at you with that intense gaze again, and this time he couldn't help it.

—"I don't know if you've noticed,"— he began to say in a low voice, making sure there were no interruptions at that moment. —"But this... isn't just a friends' outing for me."

You stood still for a second, surprised by his sudden comment, feeling how the atmosphere around you seemed to suddenly change. Although the park was still filled with lights and shouts in the background, the only thing you could hear at that moment was the beating of your own heart.

Damian kept his gaze fixed on yours, waiting for an answer. But before you could say anything, a soft but mocking laugh echoed in Damian's ear.

**"It's about time, Damian! I thought you'd never say it," Flatline commented, clearly enjoying the moment. **"Let's see what happens now. I'm waiting."**

Damian sighed, rolling his eyes as his gaze softened a bit.

"Is Nika... listening to all this?" you asked in amazement, the white-haired girl's powerful voice coming out of the earphone Damian was wearing, who you thought was only wearing an earplug for the entire ride.

The green-eyed one nodded, but without losing his focus on you.

"Don't listen to her. What's important is what you think."

The amusement park continued to spin around you, but for you, at that moment, the only thing that mattered was what was happening between the two of you. The lights, the sounds, everything slowly faded away as your mind processed what you had just heard.

As you analyzed Damian's words, trying to understand the meaning behind his confession, you were about to respond. Your thoughts were lining up, your mouth opening to say something, when suddenly a terrifying clown jumped out of nowhere behind you.

"Ah!" you let out a startled scream, as the clown, with a deep, sinister laugh, followed you with very fast, exaggerated steps, clearly enjoying his work.

His deep voice echoed as he said.

"Where do you think you're going? You can't escape!"

You circled around Damian quickly, trying to use him as a barrier between you and the clown. The clown, with his grotesque mask and stare, didn't seem willing to leave you alone, and you just wanted to get away from that terrifying figure.

Damian watched the scene with a mix of amusement and exasperation, until he saw that the scare was actually bothering you. Without saying a word, he took your hand firmly, pulling you away from the clown.

“Come on,” he said, with that characteristic calm, as he quickly led you towards the food court, leaving the costumed employee behind.

“Thanks,” you said, relieved but still laughing a little at your reaction. “That clown was starting to give me the creeps.”

“It was nothing I couldn’t handle,” Damian replied with an almost imperceptible smile, although deep inside he felt a slight satisfaction at having protected you, even in something so trivial. **“These kinds of situations bring us closer,”** he thought, his mind already calculating what could come next.

Flatline, who had been listening to everything, couldn’t resist.

**"Oh, Damian! How romantic! 'Come, take my hand and escape from the scary clown.' If that's not worthy of a movie, I don't know what is."** Her mocking voice echoed in his ear, but Damian just ignored it.

They arrived at a horror-themed food stand, where everything seemed to be shaped like skulls or monsters. They bought some things to eat, and the atmosphere became more relaxed again as they sat down to enjoy their snacks. It was hard not to feel good in that strange mix of scares and laughter that the park offered.

Finally, the night began to end, and they both decided it was time to leave. They were walking towards the exit, commenting on the best scares of the night, when suddenly the same clown that had scared you before appeared again. This time, you weren't willing to let him take you by surprise.

"Not again!"you said with determination, taking out a small bag of confetti that you had bought at a souvenir shop in the park. Damian had gotten it for you as part of a joke so you could “get revenge” for any future scares.

Just as you were about to throw the confetti at the clown, he stopped and slowly took off his mask. What appeared before your eyes was not the grotesque face you had imagined, but a man with incredibly handsome features. His black hair fell slightly messy over his forehead, and his blue eyes sparkled under the lights of the park. He had a charming smile, far removed from the scary character he had played all night.

“Do you have something for me?” the now ex-clown asked, in a much softer and more seductive voice. “Nice to meet you, I’m Ares.”

You stood completely perplexed, frozen for a second as you lowered the hand holding the confetti.

“Uh… I…” you began to stammer, clearly surprised by the unexpected transformation.

Ares gave you a knowing smile before saying.

“Sorry if I scared you so much earlier, it was part of the job. Everything okay?”

Damian watched the scene in silence, but the discomfort was palpable in his expression. He hadn’t expected the clown to turn out to be someone so striking, and the attention Ares was giving you wasn’t pleasing at all. His eyes narrowed slightly, and although he didn’t say anything, it was clear that he wasn’t enjoying the moment.

And, as expected, Flatline couldn’t contain himself.

**“Ha! This is pure gold, Damian! What’s wrong, wonder boy? Jealous of a handsome clown? Come on, I’m sure she’s just being nice, but did you see her face? I don’t know what she looks like but it must be great from that babbling of hers. Oh, I have to bother you with this for weeks.”**

Damian almost grimaced, but he kept his cool. He squeezed the hand that was still holding yours a little, as if to remind you of his presence.

“It’s late. We should get going,” he said, effectively cutting off the conversation between you and Ares, his tone sharper than usual.

Ares raised an eyebrow, clearly picking up on the tension, but smiled anyway. “Well, take care of yourselves. It was fun scaring you,” he told you, winking at you before turning around and disappearing into the shadows of the park.

Once outside the park, and with the atmosphere much calmer, you let out a nervous laugh, trying to soften the moment.

"Well, that was... unexpected."

Damian didn't say anything at first, just glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, clearly still upset.

"What? Are you upset because I was handsome?" you asked him, amused to see the prominent frown he threw at you.

"It's not relevant," she answered, although her tone hinted otherwise.

Flatline, laughing in Damian's ear, added her last comment to close the night: **"It definitely is, Damian. It definitely is."**

As they left the terrifying park, the silence remained for a long time as they walked towards Damian's motorcycle parked in the parking lot. He was walking with his hands in his pockets at your side, his gaze forward with his neutral expression, except for the frown that betrayed his bad mood when he saw your expression upon seeing the face of the masked clown. You decided not to comment anything about it, although Ares seemed handsome to you, you weren't going to say it in front of the green-eyed man because there would be a chance that he would get annoyed and abandon you in the middle of nowhere just to get rid of "an inconvenience". After a few more minutes of silence, Damian broke the silence.

"So..."

"So?" You asked back, encouraging him to continue gently.

"About what I told you."

"Yes?"

"What do you think about it?"

You thought a little more, you knew what he meant, what he said a while ago definitely stayed in your mind, but you just wanted to leave it as something casual that the dark-haired man said, you were sure that wasn't the case, much less when it comes to Damian because he means anything he says. But you didn't want to think about that, at least you would ask Flatline first and gather information so as not to jump to hasty conclusions.

"I think I'll first make you an essay on slides about what I think and present it to you." The green-eyed man raised an eyebrow and smiled mockingly.

"Oh yeah?"

“Then I'll have to see your presentation, in order, clean, with margins and with images so you can explain it in detail. Without errors.”

“Hey, it's a casual presentation with slides, not the final delivery of a project to go on vacation.”

“Now the presentation will be serious.”

You push Damian's shoulder while you laugh amused to see his serious face when he says that, it makes you laugh and scare you if he gives the slides a lower grade, if that happens you throw the player at his beautiful face.

[loolilyumm]

I really like your interpretation of 3! Would be super excited to hear more about your 8 (or any other characters) :D

YAY THANKS FOR THE ASK!!! And I am so sorry about the late reply. I literally forgot I had this drafted 😭 I actually already rambled on about 8 a couple of posts ago - If you scroll down (or look for the agent 8 tag on my acc) you’ll find it! I think so much about her I hope you enjoy…!!!!!!! I’m so happy you like my little guys :))))))

AHEM Since you said..any other characters….I DO HAVE OTHER CHARACTERS!!!!! NOW I AM GOING TO YAP ABOUT MY AGENT 4!!!

THIS IS ELLIS! I actually love drawing him so much. I will admit that I have not thought too much about his backstory BUUTTT he makes up for it in personality!

Ellis was about 16 during splatoon 1, and he moved to the city for college when he was 18. Shortly after, he was recruited to the NSS by Marie. As of splatoon 3, he is 21 years old! He mains the Slosher Deco.

He is a freakishly tall lanky dude. He’s very book smart but acts goofy and stupid and snarky and lacks common sense. He’s a bit of a flirt and Marie acts like she can’t stand him. They tease each other a lot but they genuinely care for each other a LOT! But they’d never admit it!! Ew gross!!

He feels like a bit of a disappointment to his parents because he was supposed to be going to this fancy college in the city, but ended up leaving it and becoming an agent full time. PLUS he can’t tell them that he’s a secret agent saving the world, so they just think he works at a gas station or something 😭

Hero mode was a totally new experience for him. Marie never doubted him though. Now he’s an extremely talented agent. He’s really good at coming up with strategies and is extremely intelligent on the battlefield. He’s just so goofy that everyone forgets he’s actually smart.

In the beginning, he didn’t know who the squid sisters were at ALL because he basically lived under a rock until moving, and he was like, “pff, you can’t be that big of a deal.” LMAO.

He and Marie quickly became best frenemies. They often teased each other and had a lot of good banter and really good chemistry. Ellis developed a little crush on her but never thought it would be reciprocated!

One night, Ellis was injured on a mission. He is very deliberate about his missions, always having a plan - so he rarely gets injured.

When he came back, he saw a side of Marie that he’d never seen before. She was worried for him, helping him with his injury. The two of them realized that this was serious work. Ellis could have died. It also brought Marie to a realization. She really, really cared about agent 4. There was maybe a little crush starting to form…!!!

But the two of them STILL haven’t done anything about it. It’s been 3 YEARS. They are the definition of slow burn. Just because neither of them wants to admit that they like the other.

Near the end of splatoon 2 hero mode, Ellis became an agent full time and dedicated all his time to finding Callie. And they did!!!!! It was super awesome yay!!!!!

Currently, the NSS is bigger than ever before and they even made agent 3 the captain.

Ellis is still a goofball and loves to be silly with Callie and agent 8 (Olive.) Those two are like his sisters. The New agent 3 (Margot) is a little off putting but that doesn’t bother Ellis at all. Every once in a while, he works a salmon run shift with her, and it’s crazy how good she is.

Ellis understands that 3 and 8 went through a lot down in the metro and wants to do anything he can to help them free the sanitized octolings. (This is what led to him working on the memverse with Marina!) Sometimes the agents go down to the empty remains of Kamabo to see if they can find anyone. They are usually unsuccessful but it seems to clear 8’s conscience.

I still don’t really understand side order. Um. I kind of didn’t like how it was all virtual 😭 maybe I will make it a little different just for the sake of story. Idk yet. But yea!

That’s all I have on Ellis, he’s my boy! I think he’s my favorite to draw, and his design has been the only one not to undergo any change.

And that concludes my agent yap sessions! If you guys want to know anything about them (or send them asks or something) my askbox is always open! I love answering questions :) ((even if I am a little slow ahhhh sorry!!))

But yeah!! I’ll make official character sheets and stuff sometime soon :D thanks so much for sticking around if you made it this far!! 🫶🫶

[shazzbaa]

I'm sorry bit I just love the idea of Poor Edward thinking he's hot shit with his creepy gifts and deranged letters, then here comes Samuel who's even more fucked up than him, looking for some homoerotic stabbing while Edward cries. Baby faced loser just cannot handle an experienced freak.

LAKSJDFLASEKJES INCREDIBLE ASK TO RECEIVE, THANK YOU

but okay listen I think they're on different freaky axes. Stalking, sending someone your skin in the mail, getting possessive and jealous enough to kidnap their baby, those are all ROMANTIC freak activities. Samuel did not get the skin and go "pff, amateur, get on my level," LIKE HE WAS PRETTY DISTURBED TO GET EDWARDS SKIN IN THE MAIL. and then Sam is not really romantically inclined, he is just SEXUALLY freaky (calling him an "experienced freak" absolutely delights me but I don't know if this is true, he DOES like homoerotic stabbing but hes still a confused and repressed Victorian gentleman) while Edward simply does not seem to be sexually inclined at all?? TBH I pretty strongly headcanon him as asexual just based on how he handles love and marriage... So they're just on different tracks.

BUT HONESTLY?? IM NOT EVEN SURE THATS THE ISSUE. gets fully sidetracked with my Poor Edward Is A Kinky Ace headcanons

Thoughts & Evidence: - pain/injury: top - he "dislikes butchery" and seems to have a flair for causing psychological terror over simple murder, but causing people real tangible pain is the one thing he truly misses in his happiest ending. - restraint/confinement: switch - hes SO fixated on the coffin thing but ALSO in That One Very Normal Silverer Option hes fine playing along when YOU restrain HIM, it's only when you threaten to murder him that he actually freaks out - control; dom/sub: bottom - this never occurred to me during the ambition but makes a lot of sense in retrospect... he wants a master to pledge himself to and he's not sure if you're going to take that slot or not so he flips back and forth between pitching himself as a loyal henchman and a sadistic tormentor as he tries to capture your affection. But the only way to actually be with him is to fully take control, to essentially tell him "new plan: i do whatever I want, and you lock yourself in this building until I get back <3" and he's SO HAPPY TO DO IT.

All this to say that like, there's a couple of actual obstacles here, but neither of them are "erotic stabbing is too much for Edward." HE just doesn't wanna get murdered! BUT LIKE THATS PERFECTLY COMPATIBLE, SAMUEL IS ON BOARD FOR BEING THE GUY GETTING LOVINGLY MURDERED!!!!

I strongly suspect the actual obstacles here are: (a) Sam is too much of a bottom to be Poor Edward's master but also (b) Poor Edward is chemically impaired. In the whole first chunk of Light Fingers he's grabbing you constantly, easily overpowers you, and has NO PROBLEMS inflicting death as long as it's not permanent, but after the moon-milk he NEVER TOUCHES YOU AGAIN unless/until you actually consent to the wedding. THIS IS A FASCINATING DETAIL TO ME. He's clearly frustrated with you at points and trying to force your hand, and he doesn't seem to mind you getting hurt in the Nightmare-Orphanage when he's not the one doing it; can he just not bear to attack you himself????? ARE HE AND SAMUEL BOTH EQUALLY FRUSTRATED BY HIS INABILITY TO JUST FIGHT SAM

[mintytealfox]

NORTON'S 2025 LETTER

"Investigation Field Notes 1" 👀🙏🙏🙏

My THOUGHTS:

So its sounding like Alice showed up to look into the mining industry and the corruption there instead of looking into the accident itself! So a good amount of time could have passed since the accident 👀and judging how Norton had '1 Para' on him, sounds like he was traveling and traveling FAR.

This has me wondering what were all the places he went to before returning to find Benny rotting away in an alley. And what drew him to those places 👀🙏 Mans has his drive to grind for that money so why go all the way out there? the pay off must have been worth it to do all that travel. Then what brought him back to Benny? It isn't likely anyone contacted him to say that 'Benny is hella dead'. Maybe he was returning to check on him only to find him laid out and abandoned in such a horrible state. Which then makes me think that he wants to despise Benny so bad but he can't help himself, he cares and he can't help but care ;; He tries so hard to be dead inside to match how he looks on the outside but he just caaannnn'ttttt ;; BUT I wonder what would have happened if he returned and Benny was still alive? Cause again, there was no way anyone was like 'this dude dead come get him' he was returning to see an alive Benny. What was his plan? Was he actually returning to potentially get Benny out of there to somewhere better? Did he find something on his travels that made him go back to Benny??

(I still think Benny was manipulating Norton to do all the work and Norton peaced out of there after everything was said and done. But the fact that he returns to Benny after all that....gosh)

Cause by the sounds of it Norton would bring the freshest bread to Benny and not bother getting any for himself. He would save up to give Benny the best. That is NOT the actions of someone only there to use and take. He would have had some fresh bread for himself as well, but he didn't, he would eat nasty bread always and then only Benny got the good stuff ;; LIKE?? Makes me think that maybe Benny was getting dementia or something and thinking that Norton was just using him and yelling and screaming about Norton being a thief but maybe Norton was legit trying to do it for the both of them and not just himself 🙃 ITs difficult dealing with elderly who are loosing their minds.... Getting berated and accused of stuff simply because they are throwing a tantrum in the moment just 180 flip flops in mood and actions ;; So Norton not visiting as often when Benny started to get too much, makes perfect sense to me. Life is hard enough without the person you view as family loosing themselves and attacking you now cause their brain is just gone ;; and you just want to remember them for who they were. And maybe he got so desperate to get them both out of there that he locked the eff in so he could get Benny to a doctor instead of this nasty moldy place they are currently in. But Benny and his twisting thought process, due to illness, thinking that Norton was just doing all this for himself and going to abandon him -sigh-

ITs just the fact that Norton returns after his travels makes me think he found something for Benny and was coming back for him orz but was obviously too late

and just became another nail in his own metaphorical coffin that leads him to agree to anything for money so he doesn't end up like a dead rat in the street. Just the massive disrespect to human life to have Benny just left out there for so long just to decompose in the alley like that is just beyond horrible.

---- Extra Thoughts: Norton bringing those Hades vibes back again ;; Tied to death and paying Benny's way into the after life ;;

I also think its interesting that the other miners are talking about Norton like he is some mythical creature that they think they have spotted pff

[a-twistedheartslonging]

(I haven’t read through the whole tag)

(It’s long sorry)

So for the nonhuman au I was imagining maybe a few hundred to few thousand human lineage individuals in each country (that has high numbers of population)

But lineage doesn’t mean full pure human like the prefect so out of those only a few can be considered ‘just human’

Most with that claim just tend to be ‘less’ beastly or have an easier time ignoring instincts or don’t need to do some things, it’s just that having human blood is very convenient by societal and some cultural standards.

Maybe these advantages tend to lend to some famous or influential figures being known for having human blood with some being ‘fully’ human.

Despite physical limitations of humans the lack of certain instincts, good reproductive ability, adaptability and being able to crossbreed fairly well give them a default higher social status.

So having human-adjacent individuals who may not experience heat/rut, hibernation, brumation, shedding, etc to the same level or at all is useful and would be wanted in most fields they enter.

So having a human who has no past ancestry of nonhuman individuals is pretty rare and limited to hoity toity holier than thou families “I can trace my lineage back ten generations!” Kind of people who pretty much don’t work under others.

So the Prefect is still a rarity but there are other humans they can interact with.

And with the whole “I am a PURE human!” Bs that those families can do we can add in a little scenario where Crowley gets bribed into letting these people in only to find out that they’re here to demand for us to marry them.

Cue the entirety of NRC going ballistic.

Bonus points if one of them go to RSA or are an alumni to cause our boys to go even crazier.

Pff there's a lot of random shit in there so I don't blame you for not going too far in the tags. No need to be sorry for sending long stuff ether, I love reading what people send.

Anyway-

Wow this is actually really interesting and gives me something to think about. It would make sense for there to be some benefits to the mix breeding, but I didn't even think about that.

It really sucks how easy it would be to bribe Crowley and now I'm thinking about a beasty twst boy getting growly around other humans since he thinks they'll try taking his mate.

[theroundbartable]

Bodyswap for the fanfiction trope request you made 👀

I actually did a whole fanfiction on this with that premise!!!!

Surrender by theroundbartable on ao3!

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"okay, wait, give me a moment. I've got this." Those were Arthur's famous last words before he ran straight into a wall.

It wasn't his fault. Technically, it was Merlin's. In every sense of the word. Merlin with his strange magic and his curiosity to try out new spells and his big doe eyes that Arthur couldn't say no to, and his body that was so used to being negotiated via magic that Arthur's magicless arse couldn't help but overcorrect his movements. Merlin's limbs were strangely long, his back unused to walking straight, his neck always slightly hurting from bending forwards.

A cackle, sounding eerily like his own voice, made him turn around with a furious blush. "You try to walk in my shoes!!!"

Merlin was, in fact, doing that. Although Arthur's shoes were the least of his concerns since Merlin was wearing Arthur's entire body for show.

"This is not funny."

"of course not, Sire." Merlin mused, the crackling grin unfamiliar and strange on Arthur's own face.

"how about you walk for a second?" Arthur said, rubbing his - Merlin's face.

"No no. You do it first. It's much more entertaining when you do it."

A scowl escaped Arthur's lips, making him sound like an angry kitten. Fuck Merlin for being so adorable. "Maybe I should go out here and be mean to the other servants. See if they'll still like you then."

"pff." Merlin laughed. "Try being annoying with my face first. People love me."

"of course they do." Arthur frowned, a faint disdain itching under his skin. "But I can get you blueberry muffin blocked."

In response, Merlin's eyes widened desperately. "You wouldn't dare."

"I only have to tell Cook about the flower incident."

Merlin instantly jumped to his- Arthur's feet, promptly stumbled and fell right on his face. Then he groaned.

Arthur watched in stunned surprise. Then he broke into chiming laughter.

Perhaps it was funny after all.

[skipper1331]

Forced Break-Up // Alessia Russo

Today was the day, you would meet Alessias family for the first time. To say you were nervous was an understatement. You were terrified.

Alessia and you haven‘t been a couple for long but Alessia still wanted to introduce you to the her parents and brothers. You were important to her and her family as well, so why don‘t introduce you?

Lessi, the charmer she is, picked you up at your house. Because she didn‘t have a driver‘s license yet she came by bus. And that‘s also the way you got to her house. When you sat in the bus she held your hand while tracing patterns on it. She could sense that you were nervous. "They‘re gonna love you, baby" she assured you. The pet names came only recently and they made you feel really special but it didn‘t help in that moment. You were gripping her hand so hard that at some point during the bus ride Alessia had to say something. "I‘m sorry. I‘m sorry!" you quickly apologized. "It‘s okay" she whispered in your ear as she pulled you into her side. "My mom has been dying to meet you." her voice low, your head on her shoulder, more on her chest. "You‘re making me happy, okay? That‘s all they care about" you nodded weakly. You have never been this nervous in your life, it scared you. All you wanted to do was to impress her parents and show them that you‘re worthy.

Standing at the door, you gathered all your courage. You could do this. "You ready, amore?" Again you gave her a nod but this time with more confidence. She pulled her key out of her jacket and unlocked the door. "We‘re here!" Alessia shouted. Immediately her mother greeted you both. "It‘s nice to meet you, Mrs. Russo" you said while holding out your hand for her to shake. Her brothers and father now also there. "Alessia! What did you tell her?" her mom joked. "I‘m Carol and i like hugs" she grinned as she hugged you. After the hug Alessia took your hand again and introduced you to the men. "This is my dad, Mario, this is Gio and this is Luca" she explained. "It‘s ni-" you held out your hand just to be rejected not only from her dad but also her brothers. "For you, it’s Mr. Russo!" All your confidence was vanished away. Alessia looked at her mom, questioning with her eyes why they‘re being so mean to you.

There was an awkward silence. "Let‘s take a seat in the dining room, dinner is almost ready" her mom then broke silence, thankfully. "Is there anything I can help you with, Carol?" you asked, hoping there was something. You didn‘t want to be in a room with all those men. They were intimidating you. "Oh no, sweetie, take a seat." Alessia guided you to your seat and sat next to you. "So Y/n, what do you do for living?" Luca asked, eyeing you skeptically. "Well, i still go to school but after school I work as a waitress in a café" her dad wanted to say something but like on cue her mom came with the food. It looked amazing yet you didn‘t say anything.

"Which café?" the other brother asked. "The one next to the library."

"Do you do any sports?" her dad asked in harsh voice.

"No…" you answered while looking at your plate. You felt unwelcome and just wanted to leave. Her dad rolled his eyes at you, not approving that you didn‘t do any sport. Alessia felt your discomfort and didn‘t understand why they all (besides her mom) acted like idiots. "Y/n is really good at playing the piano" Alessia added. She wished some tension would be eased but her dad had other plans. "Pff, music won‘t get her anywhere"

"Dad!" Alessia dropped her fork on her plate. What the hell was he saying?!

The whole dinner the men were disrespectful to you and didn‘t appreciate nor approve anything you said. The only one trying was her mom and still you were always interrupted in your attempt to answer.

Shortly after dinner, you decided that you wanted to leave. You no longer wanted to be in the house where you were apparently unwelcome. "I should go" you said when you were interrupted again. Alessia couldn‘t even argue. She understood why you wanted to leave and honestly If she had been in your place, she would have left as soon as possible. "I‘ll take you to the door" Alessia replied. "It was nice to meet you" everybody could hear you yet your statement was only directed to Carol.

"I‘m sorry. I don’t know why they‘re being like this" you didn‘t reply, you had no energy left. All her family (not her mom) did was to insult you and hurt you. You gave her a peck on the cheek, not longer than a second, and left. The last thing you heard from the italian was 'message me when you get home'. On your whole journey home you thought about the dinner. You've been thinking about all sorts of things: maybe they just had a bad day or maybe you were just the problem.

"What is wrong with you?!" Alessia shouted at her family. "Alessia-" her mom started "No, mom! The one time i bring someone home and then this!" she was furious. She wanted it to be perfect. She wanted you to like her family and the other way around. Her dad didn‘t even react and her brothers just looked at her. She didn‘t want to be around them any longer so she went upstairs to her room.

You to 'Less🐝'

at home.

You had nothing left, no energy, no courage, no confidence. You were hurt. Alessia wasn‘t the one to blame but you were still upset.

'Less🐝' to You

Good night,

Sleep well 💗

You didn‘t respond.

After the incident you avoided her. At school, you wouldn’t have actually seen her that day anyways yet you avoided her. Still you answered to her good morning message. Alessia knew something was off but she didn‘t seem to find you and after school didn‘t have the time because of training.

As usual after school you went to the café to start your shift. It wasn‘t too busy at the café so your shift was pretty relaxed. What you didn‘t expect though, was that shortly before shop closed Gio entered. He sat down at a table. "Hi, what can I get you?" you asked nicely. "I want you to leave my sister alone. She doesn't have time for a relationship. She needs to focus on football and doesn't need any distraction."

"What? You want me to break up with your sister?" Confusion written on your face. "Yes" wow. You didn‘t think that they disliked you this much. A break up? He couldn‘t be serious. On his way to the door, he turned around one last time "think about it. You could be the reason she‘s going to end unsuccessfully" before he left. You couldn‘t move, you couldn’t breathe. You sat on the chair for a while, unable to do anything.

You loved Alessia even if those words haven‘t left either of your mouth. Alessia loved you, too.

You to 'Less🐝'

how was your day?

miss you x

You wouldn‘t give her brother the satisfaction of a break up.

'Less🐝' to You

gimme a sec, baby

I‘m gonna call you 😘

You two have been on the phone all night. She told you every detail of her day and you about yours (minus the encounter with her brother). Everything was fine again between you.

A few days later Luca showed up at your house. As soon as you saw him you could guess what he wanted. "What do do want?" you asked anyway. Your voice was emotionless, dry. "Do you love my sister? Would you give everything up for her? For her career? What if she wants to play in a different country, would you follow her?" you ignored him, walking past him. "College is coming soon, huh? Ever thought about that?" he yelled after you. He was messing with you. Why was everyone against you? You supported Alessia in every decision she made, you went to almost every match to support her.

The final straw came when her dad visited you at the café. The mood between Alessia and you was already extremely tense. You wanted to be there for her, give her what she deserved, but you always had her brothers in mind. The way they mentally played with you.

"What can I do for you, sir?" you asked the italian. "I want you to take a seat" he said suprisingly friendly. "I still have customers, sir. I‘m not allowed to sit until my shift is finished."

"I‘ll wait" and he did, he was the last customer. You changed the open sign to closed and sat in front of him. "I'm sure my sons have already confronted you. And I know you didn‘t take their advice" Advice? Which advice? You wanted to laugh. "Look, Y/n?, right? I don‘t think you‘re good enough for my daughter. You don‘t understand anything about sports and i doubt that you’re going to make her happy on the long run. And If you really love her, you let her go and let her follow her dreams. You are a distraction" you sat there in silence. It broke your heart, your chest grew tight. Every word he said was true. You would never have been good enough for her. You were just a waitress while she was going to be a football star, maybe an idol for young girls. You didn‘t even know the rules of football.

That night you didn‘t sleep. You heard haunted voices. Voices that told you that you were a nothing, an idiot for believing that you had real chances with Alessia.

'Lessi🐝' to You

how was your shift? x

i miss you

hard day at work?

You there?

Good night

I still miss you :(

You to 'Lessi🐝'

I‘m breaking up with you.

It was the worst message to type. you sat an hour at your phone trying to type it. Tears were streaming down your face. You felt heart broken. You didn‘t want to break up that was for sure yet you had no other chance. She deserved the whole and you couldn‘t offer her that. And if you couldn't, at least someone else should have the chance.

'Less🐝' to You

What?

Why?

Y/n?

Answer me

Alessia tried to call you but you declined every time.

'Less🐝' to You

Answer the damn phone!

Y/n

Please…

Alessia sat sobbing in front of her phone. Not understanding what she did wrong to deserve this. Not understading at all where this was coming from. Her whole world crashed down.

"Mom" she cried as she walked out of her room. She needed some comfort now. She walked down the stairs to her mom which sat at the table eating breakfast with the rest of the Russo family. "She- she broke up with me" a loud sob escaped her mouth. Tears ran out of her eyes uncontrollably. She couldn't hold them back, she didn‘t want to. Her heart was just broken. She never in a million years would have thought that you would break her heart.

Alessia and Carol sat on the sofa, her head in her mother's lap, crying into it. She cried for hours until she fell asleep. As soon as she woke up she cried again. And again. She refused to eat, she refused to leave the couch, she refused everything. She just wanted you. She felt miserable without you. She didn‘t leave the house for school. She didn‘t go to training either, all she could do was to cry.

The russo men felt guilty. They didn't mean to break her heart. They only wanted what was best for her and they didn‘t think it was you. "I love her, mom. And- and I couldn‘t even tell her" she sobbed "i don‘t know what I did wrong".

"Oh sweetie…" Carol scratched her head and held her tight. It was the only thing she could do.

You didn't go to school either nor did you go to work. You were just as heart broken as she was. You only found comfort in her hoodie which slowly no longer smelt like her.

Her brothers tried desperately to get in contact with you, trying to make things right but you didn‘t answer the phone or opened the door. They waited at the café yet you never came.

In your heart broken state you started to rearrange your room, ate ice cream and chocolate (it didn‘t help like everyone always says).

Even though you weren't a couple for long, only a few months, you had a few things from her that you wanted to give back. It was her stuff after all. In all honesty: it just reminded you too much of her. You packed everything in a box and headed to her house. You didn‘t care how you looked. You didn‘t care that you hair was messy, that your clothes were worn since a few days or that you looked dead. It all didn‘t matter. Nothing mattered anymore.

Your plan was just to put the box in front of the door, you didn't expect that in that moment Alessia would open the door. But she did. You were just about to leave when you heard her voice "y/n.." her voice quivering, broken. You turned around just to be faced with an Alessia that looked like you. Her hair was messy, her face pale, her eyes puffy and she wore a hoodie that belonged to you. "I just came to bring your stuff back" your voice was raspy. It was the first time since the break up that you said something. There was an silence.

"Why did you break up with me?" she asked as she stepped forward. Her lip was trembling, her eyes glassy, she was about to cry. "Alessia…" you whispered as you stepped back, trying to bring distance between you two. "No! I deserve an explanation! Tell me!" her voice got louder, more upset. Tears were streaming down her face. As well down your face. "Because i‘m not good enough for you! Okay?!" you shouted back. You were sure her family could hear you. "What?" she was speechless. "I‘m never going to be good enough for you. You deserve the world and I can‘t give you that. I won’t make you happy. They were right. I‘m just a nobody who works as a waitress while you have a great career ahead of you" It just bubbled out of you and it felt good. It felt good to say it out loud. Slowly she processed what you had said. "They? Who are they?!" Now she was getting angry. The thought of you thinking that you‘re not good enough for her. "Is that the reason you broke up with me?! Because people told you you‘re not good enough for me?" she yelled. The tears kept getting more and more. "Why would you believe them?!"

"Because they‘re your family!"

Alessias whole world stopped. She never thought that her family would betray her like that. That her dad and brothers would do something like. That they would force you to break up with her. They should protect her not hurt her. "I should go" you whispered. It was a deja vu. Somehow when you were at her house you always wanted to leave. "Please. Can I see you later?" she was relieved when you accepted her request.

After you left, she marched into the house with so much anger in her. "What the fuck is wrong with you!" she shouted at her dad, the only person in the living room. Her shouting though got the attention of all the family members which walked down. "What‘s wrong?" Gio asked confused. "What wrong is?! You forced her to break up with me!" she hit him on the chest with all her strength. He stumbled lightly but not much. "Why would you do that?" she was back crying. "We wanted to protect you" Luca said "We thought she wasn‘t good enough for you"

"We thought that she would distract you from following your dreams" her dad added. "She was the best thing that happened to me! She went to every game to watch me. All I did was trying to impress her. That‘s the reason why my game has improved so much." Alessia was sobbing by now.

"We see that now" they all replied in unison.

"All I did, was for her!" she was standing in the middle of the living room, bawling her eyes out. She hated it to cry especially in front of people but this was different. It felt like hell because they were the reason she was crying. Wordlessly her mom hugged her which made her cry more. Carol was disappointed. She liked you and you didn‘t deserve what the russo men said to you. Alessia told her about you before you even became a couple. Alessia talked about you all the time. The blonde told her how beautiful you were and how sweet and lovely. Her mother knew that Alessia was in love with you before Alessia herself realized that she was. Carol could see how happy she was with you as a friend and then how happy Alessia was with you as her girlfriend. And to think that you had break up with her daughter because her husband and sons told you that you were not good enough made her angry and sad. Because nobody had made Alessia smile this much and bright. You were special.

As Alessia calmed down (not from her anger but her crying) she turned to her family. "I hope you are happy" she said in a broken angry voice. she looked everyone dead in the eye and left the living room. "Where are you going?" her dad asked. As if he still had the right to talk to her. "None of your business" she put on her shoes and grabbed her key and phone "honey" her mom started "what are you doing?" It was okay that she didn‘t answer her dad but she hoped Alessia would answer her. "Trying to fix my relationship!" she looked one last time to her family "and for the record i hope for you that she still wants me because if not - scratch that either way I won't talk to you anymore. You. are. dead. to. me!" with that she slammed the door.

You were lying on your bed, starring at the ceiling. Your tears had stopped a while ago but your broken heart was still there. You felt embarrassed and exposed. All you wanted was to make Alessia happy and show her and the world that you were worthy of her love.

'Less🐝' to You

Can you open the door?

please

As soon as you saw that it was message from Lessi your heart fluttered.

It took you a minute to compose yourself. You didn‘t change or did anything since you saw her, you had no energy. When you opened the door your heart made a flip. Yes, you had seen her earlier but now where you weren‘t at her house shouting at each other you could appreciate it to see her.

She wanted to say something but you didn‘t let her with your eyes you told her to follow you. And she did.

You laid down on your bed (on your side) facing the window. Alessia was standing in your room, waiting for a signal. When none came she just did what was in der head. She laid next to you, facing your back. At first she left distance between you two but then she didn‘t anymore. She missed you so much. She grabbed your waist and pulled in you into her, her head resting on your shoulder. God, she missed your touch. She missed everything about you. The way you melted into her embrace, the way she could hug your smaller figure. After minutes of just holding you she whispered "I missed you so much" as a tear escaped her eye. you turned to face her as more tears stream down her face. Her eyes so clear blue in contrast with of her redness and paleness. "Please don‘t cry" your wiped away some tears. your hands didn‘t leave her face, they couldn’t. you missed her, too, so much. In her arms you felt at home, you felt peace. It was the first time since the break up where you both didn‘t feel completely heart broken. "You‘re good enough for me, okay? You- you‘re the best thing that happened to me" she cried. And she couldn‘t stop. Crying all day long she thought she had no tears left, oh boy was she wrong. "I love you" your heart went from broken to trembling to excited. Alessia loved you! No one's ever said that to you. You felt so many emotions at once; joy, sadness, excitement, fear and bliss. "Please don‘t let me go" you hadn‘t reliazed that your hands went off her face and you leant away. "Say it again" your voice was quiet, your eyes closed. "I love you" That's all it took for you to kiss her. A kiss that was so desperately needed. A kiss where you both felt alive again, where you felt whole. "I love you too" the two of you laid in silence. Your legs were tangled together, arms gripping one another scared that the other would disappear.

"What are we gonna do now?" you asked after what felt like an eternity of just holding each other. Alessia‘s heart was beating fast, she was tense. Maybe even scared. "I want to be my girlfriend-"

"But your dad and brothers…"

"I don‘t care!" Her voice was raised. It made her angry that her family had so much power over you - over your relationship. "I‘m sorry for raising my voice. I don‘t care, okay? I love you. And you love me. I don‘t want to spend another day without you being my girlfriend." she admitted. The days without you were horrible. She never wanted to exprience that again. Ever. "I‘m scared" you mumbled. Though you were already in her grasp, she pulled you closer. "I know" she kissed your forehead "but I promise you that none of them will ever talk to you again."

"What If they make you break up with me?"

"They won‘t. I love you. You make me a better person and footballer, they know that now. Even If they tried, i would quit football in a heartbeat just to be with you" her finger stroked your cheekbone so softly while her heart eyes looked into yours. "Be mine" her gaze lingered on your lips.

"Okay"

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watched Barça - Wolfsburg live, absolutely nerve wracking

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[depizan]

I don't think I actually got around to grumbling about this, but there's this very weird thing that comes up in a lot of fiction that I don't really understand. It could be an aro/ace problem or it could be one of those common tropes that just doesn't actually make any sense if you think about it.

There will be a couple of characters who adventure together (either as just the two of them or as part of a bigger group) and they'll start to get romantic/sexual feelings for each other and then the weird trope appears:

Oh, no, we can't. If we have sex/call ourselves a couple/admit our feelings, we won't be able to deal with seeing each other in danger, so for the good of the group/the quest we're on/whatever, we can't be together. Even though we can continue to work together and continue to be friends. (Aside from whatever hurt feelings/difficulties having to not get together causes.)

Excuse me. So...seeing your friends take risks, potentially get hurt (or even killed), etc causes no problems at all, but if you have sexytimes, its suddenly an issue? That doesn't make any goddamn sense. Unless the message is supposed to be that people only really truly care about each other if they bone and or call themselves a couple. Friends, pff, those are a dime a dozen. Who cares if they die or get hurt. You just get another. Like goldfish.

Though if that is the message, it's generally undercut by the fact that these people have been risking their lives for each other as friends the whole time. Both the couple and anyone else in the group. So all you're really left with is this giant WTF.

But if we love each other, then seeing each other in danger will make us make mistakes or take risks we shouldn't!

Like all those risks you've already taken for even the members of the group you only sort of like, never mind the ones you consider friends, or each other already? Those risks?

It's like the nonsense at the end of the first Sam Rami Spider-man movie, where Peter's all "I can only be your friend" to Mary Jane because if he dates her, she'll be at risk. Because villains never kidnap your friends and dangle them off buildings, only your love interest. It's in the supervillain fine print.

Only worse, because in these cases, both people are already doing the dangerous thing together.

Is it that the Narrativium might try to kill one of you if you bone? (Because the Narrativium is made up of slasher movie monsters, I guess?)

Though it can't really be that, because most of the time (possibly all of the time), the couple eventually does get together, sexytimes and all, and nothing bad happens. At least if they're really both main characters.

(They're secretly afraid one of them isn't a main character and so is at risk for fridging?)

I don't know. It's just a weird, weird trope that unintentionally (I hope) implies that the only relationships that like actually matter are sexual/romantic ones. Well, and/or that the particular characters involved don't actually care about their friends very much.

[rhiandoesfandom]

A New Day, Chapter 2: Urges

They both collapse on the couch, back in their comfy clothes for the rest of the day. Blitz fiddles with his fingers.

"Soooo watcha wanna do?" He asks, smiling and leaning in towards Stolas. Stolas looks around and his mouth forms a line.

"Uhm-well I didn't think this far ahead" he admits, blushing as Blitz leans in.

Then Stolas yawns, "Honestly I'm so tired every day since the trial. Is this how everyone feels all the time? Always tired?"

Blitz shrugs, "maybe? Or maybe your powers were just making up for some of your lack of sleep".

Stolas rolls his eyes, "I get plenty of sleep". Blitz snorts, "Sure. And you definitely don't talk in your sleep about the cosmos and our future".

Stolas's eyes widen, "Wait-Do I???!" Blitz laughs and play punches him, "Nah, I'm just messing with you".

"Pff rude", Stolas rubs his arm and sits with his legs crossed on the couch, leaning his chin against a hand.

"Hmmm wanna play a board game?" Blitz asks, gesturing to the stack of them that have gathered dust on a shelf. Stolas pouts his beak, "Not really".

"Wanna learn more cooking stuff?" He asks again, and Stolas shrugs, "Whatever you want to do".

Blitz's face sours now and he takes Stolas's hands in his.

"What's up with you? Are you okay?" He asks and Stolas huffs.

"Yes! I'm just...I miss my things. My books, my plants, my hobbies. But I thought it superficial to say something". He looks down and Blitz tilts his chin back up, "That makes complete sense".

"It does?" He asks, blinking. Blitz nods, "Stolas, you lost everything. And those are things you care about. Things you did to pass your time away from the probably horrible stuffy royal shit".

Stolas chuckles, "Yes I often hid from meetings in the greenhouse". Blitz laughs, "See? Your hobbies make you, you. So don't feel bad for them".

"If you're sure...then I really really miss my books and my plants. Andrealphus killed my longest plant too, I just know it", tears escape his eyes and he wipes them quickly, as Blitz kisses his cheek.

"Then I'm gonna get you something", he says, standing up and putting on his coat and shoes.

Stolas blinks and hugs himself, "You don't have to Blitz, you've already done so much..." He trails off but Blitz points to him, his face changing to a serious expression.

"Hey. None of that. If I want to treat my pretty bird then I will. Capiche?" He asks and Stolas nods, blushing.

"I'll be back in an hour", he says as Stolas waves him off.

Stolas didn't like being alone lately. He used to be able to handle it. Well, that was a lie. He used to get uncomfortable when he's alone and drink. Which was...almost all the time. At least when he wasn't tending to stuffy royal duties or at a ball. Or attempting family dinners for Octavia. Anytime he got time alone, he always ended up back at the bottle. He hated it. Hates still how much it controls him. How much he has wanted some these past few weeks.

Blitz, surprising Stolas, doesn't keep alcohol in his home. And Stolas has realized that he does very sober coping mechanisms. Eating mostly. Ice cream, hot sauce, cheese. He admits to himself that the hot sauce and spicy chips he eats does give a good kick that distracts him for a moment. But only a moment. He has needed something to keep him from his thoughts.

They aren't...thoughts he would act on. He's sure of it. At least not anymore. But the thoughts come nonetheless. Even if they're hypothetical. More intrusive than they used to be.

He gets up from the couch and it feels like it takes all his energy, trudging over to the kitchen. He opens the fridge but there's not much. Grabbing the milk, he pours some in a cup then accidentally bumps the fridge when putting the milk back. When he does, the fridge shakes and he hears a bottle clang at the top of the fridge, behind a cupboard. He pushes against the fridge again and hears It again.

He takes his cup of milk and goes to walk away when he stops and squeezes his eyes and sighs, then walks back over. He pours out the milk.

Just a little right? He can't have much up there anyway.

He opens the cupboard over the fridge and finds one bottle inside. It's half full with brandy. His pupils dilate and he closes the cupboard suddenly.

You've been sober three weeks, you're going to fuck it up now?

He shakes his head and steps back from the kitchen. Away from his now empty cup. Holding his hands against the wall and closes his eyes, trying to ground himself. He takes deep breaths and squeezes his shaking hands. Sitting back on the couch he clutches the pillow tight. His claws digging into the fabric a little. He breathes into the pillow, it forcing him to breathe slower. And finally it slows to a low lull.

The whole ordeal makes him more exhausted than he was before, and he passes out willingly against the pillow held to his chest and shoulder.

A few hours pass and Blitz comes home, making a rather loud ruckus through the front door.

"Hey Birdy I'm back-oh", he realizes Stolas is asleep and smiles. "So tired all the time ..", he says to himself. He puts down all the bags he's holding. Pulls out the Chinese food for dinner and sets it up, putting Stolas's near his face that maybe it'll wake him up.

Then he also places four new plants and a bookstore gift card on the coffee table next to his food.

Blitz eats and hands off some bento to Loona when she gets home as well. Stolas however, sleeps through it all.

[ticklish-n-stuff]

Tickletober day #12: Mischief

We are still going strong with tktober in november, and maybe december idk lmao

I've been awfully sick this past week, so I'm here to spread the KazuBedo propaganda

yes this is a drunk kazuha fic, im also sick for kazuha lol

Enjoy<3

Also on ao3

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Kazuha x Albedo (gey)

Lees: Kazuha and Albedo

Lers: Kazuha and Albedo

Warnings: Tickles

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Albedo doesn’t know how he ended up in babysitting duty, and I’m not referring to Klee. What was supposed to be a simple outing turned into the alchemist bringing back his drunk boyfriend back to his lab. 

Although he’s no stranger to dealing with drunkards (kaeya), this is the first time he’s witnessed the samurai so… out of it. Usually, Kazuha would pride himself on being composed and posed, both of those traits currently nowhere in sight. 

The trip back to Dragonspine wasn’t so bad, aside from making sure that Kazuha didn’t tumble off the mountain and the occasional hiccupy giggles that came out of the samurai. Albedo would dare to think that they sounded cute, but this was no time to be swooning over his partner. 

Once they made it back, Albedo tried to gingerly set his lover down on the couch, only for Kazuha to flop down on it ungraciously, leaving the alchemist a bit dumbfounded. Before he could say anything, he was suddenly hit with the retching smell of alcohol. “Ugh… you need to change”. Albedo felt his heart do a little flip when the samurai responded with more giggling. 

“I believe I still have some of your spare clothing” the blonde left for a moment to look for said clothes, and when he went back, Kazuha was nowhere in sight. A small sense of panic started to course through Albedo, what if Kazuha walked back outside into the snow all by himself?! Oh archons… 

Those anxious thoughts swirling in his brain would come to a quick stop when he was suddenly tackled onto the sofa. A startled yelp resounded in the room and the clean clothes went flying. Once Albedo was over the initial shock, he looked up to see his lover straddling him. A twinkle of mischief in his eyes that made Albedo feel uneasy. 

“Kazuha…? Why don’t you get off so I can help you change?” Albedo threaded carefully, watching as Kazuha bopped his head back and forward before giving a firm shake of denial.

“Mm… I have a better idea~” the samurai hummed, a playful smile stretching over his lips. The alchemist wasn’t sure what to expect, but it certainly wasn’t this. 

“Ah-! Wahait, Kazuha…!” Albedo could feel how his composure shattered the instant those pesky hands found his sides, squeezing in such a precise, ticklish manner that made the blonde want to crawl out of his skin. He had to admit, it was kind of impressive how Kazuha still retained some coordination, too bad it involved tickling him. 

Kazuha chuckled along, lowering himself until he was laying on top of Albedo, fully pinning down the alchemist. The samurai nuzzled his face into the crook of Albedo’s neck, all while his fingers kept playfully scratching up to his lover’s ribs. 

“Heeeeh! Dohohon’t! This is nohot the time for thihihis- EEK! Kazuhahaha!” the chief alchemist couldn’t stop the ripples of laughter that forced their way out of his throat when Kazuha started nibbling at his ear. The longer this went on, the more he could feel his brain start to malfunction. In one last weak attempt to fight for his life, Albedo managed to reach his partner’s torso, quickly scribbling and squeezing along Kazuha’s sides. 

“PFF! EEAHAHAHAAH!” it seemed as though the drunken state made Kazuha more ticklish. ‘Cute’, the alchemist thought to himself once more. He watched as his partner grew weak from the tickling, allowing him to flip their positions. 

Albedo let out a sigh of relief that his own torment had stopped. He tried and failed miserably at shooting his lover a stern look. Kazuha was just way too cute, all smiley and laughing. “Alright, you’ve had your fun, now-” before Albedo could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the man underneath him. Though the energy had shifted to something more… reserved. 

“Umm… tickle me again?” suddenly, Kazuha looked and sounded shy, though still clear enough for Albedo to hear him. The blonde had to admit, he was a bit surprised by the request. Although he always had a hunch that Kazuha found some enjoyment in this activity, with his frequent tickle attacks even outside of his drunken state, but never had he so blatantly asked to be on the receiving end. So, who was he to deny such an innocent request? 

Albedo smiled down at him with a fond look “Of course. Now, hold on tight~” gloved fingers made contact with the hypersensitive skin that was Kazuha’s stomach. The blonde could feel his chest grown warm at the squeal of glee that escaped the samurai. He was clearly enjoying himself, laughing without a care in the world, not even trying to escape or stop the offending hands. Simply letting it happen. Albedo wouldn’t have it any other way.

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I sorta kinda have more KazuBedo fics planned oops

[leviismybby]

Here’s my confession

I strongly believe that Levi has crooked teeth. At least the lower ones. I mean, having such a deficient diet during childhood plus being trapped in fights as well, he at least received one punch on the face. Those things affected his teeth development. Maybe it’s an insecurity of him,even to the point to be the reason why he doesn’t smile often. My poor baby :”( although I think it would look pretty cute somehow aaah

Imagined catching the slightest of a smile of him when he forgot to hide it, noticing his pretty crooked teeth. I’m being delusional pff

But well, this is more like a headcanon of mine. Just want to share it haha

Have a nice day dear <3

Hi anon! :))

This is an interesting one, I can actually kind of see it haha. It makes sense also since you already pointed out how he had a though childhood, actually surprised that none of his teeth are missing.

Give me your aot confessions, it could be about any character or any topic. 🫡

[uncontrol-freak]

My favorite interactions between Jacob and Remi, top 5 (in almost particular order)

1 - "Everybody knows I'm the daddy, anyway."

R: My girlfriend and I were talking about starting a family. But after all of this, I just don't know about bringing a kid into the world. J: World ain't ever gonna be perfect. Trouble's always gonna be around the corner. The kid you two have might make the sun shine for somebody else. R: Is that actual optimism from grumpy ol' Edgar Allan Bro? You want kids, too? J: Seems to me you'd need to have been in a family before you make one. R: Well, I say all this drama we're fighting through makes us family. J: Maybe… Don't want any of y'all calling me "daddy", though. R: Pff. Please. Everybody knows I'm the daddy, anyway.

2 - "How'm I getting a sunburn?"

R: You're looking a little red there, Jacob… J: Oh, okay, here we go… R: I told you to put on some sunscreen, chacho. J: How'm I getting a sunburn when they blocked out the damn sun?

3 - "Yes, ma'am"

R: Why'd you go private, Jake? J: Wasn't moving up the ranks. Pissed off the brass too much. I guess. R: So you left before they could kick you out. J: Old habits. R: Sgt. Boyer, you don't get to leave this squad until I say so. J: Yes, ma'am.

4 - "We still talking about a guitar, Jake?"

R: Jake, I've been wondering. What made you pick up the guitar? J: You know how it is. Downtime between missions was killin' me. Couldn't get out of my head. I guess I just needed to hold somethin that wasn't a gun. R: I get it. You must have had a lot of practice. You're not half bad! J: No sense picking up something if you ain't going to respect it. Learn how it wants to be touched. See what makes it hum. R: Woah, we still talking about a guitar, Jake? J: What? No! I mean… Nevermind.

5 - "If I have to think about it then so do you"

R: So these cultists are, like, really eager to please those vamps, huh? J: … I guess. R: Yeah, uh. Do you think… Y'know? Maybe? J: What are you trying to say? R: Do you think they're doing it? J: What? Why would you think about that? Why would you make me think about it? R: If I have to think about it then so do you.