#ty for the tag sarah i love them !!

[gwalch-mei]

!!! MY HUSBAND AND MY HUSBANDS HUSBAND!

ガウェイン卿とランスロット卿 Sir Gawain and Sir Lancelot of Arthurian Romance

アーサー王物語すごくおもしろい！ ガウェイン贔屓のはずが、ランスロットのキャラがあまりに濃くて最近彼のことばかり考えています（ほぼ彼しか出てこないものを読んでいるせいもある）

[myownwholewildworld]

wherever you go (a joel miller’s ff) - chapter 4

chapter 3 | series masterlist | main masterlist | chapter 5

pairing: outbreak!2003!joel x f!reader.

a/n: hiya! i already mentioned all of this in my snippet post, but i'll do so again. in this chapter we are going down some dark path. probably not wise considering how shit has been going down as of late in the pedro pascal fandom. i have tried to write this chapter as sensibly as i could given the circumstances reader is in. i know this is a sensitive topic so please, PLEASE, read the warnings before you go ahead. i promise i'll make it up to you guys in the next chapter. other than that, i do appreciate any comments, reblogs and/or likes you may want to leave! i love engaging with you guys. take care of yourselves <3

warnings: MDNI, 18+. please proceed with caution. if any of the following warnings trigger you, skip this chapter. DARK THEME. r4pe threats (it doesn’t happen, but still). death threats. mention of voyeurism. unsolicited dirty talk. slapping. reader is humiliated. derogatory terms (bitch, whore). swear words. masturbation (m to himself). body shaming (well deserved though). blood. violence. gore bc joel loses his shit. murder (but it’s okay because i say so). soft!caring!joel. pet name (dove). reader is female, no other description given. reader is mid-late 20s, joel is 36. no use of y/n.  joel's and reader's pov.

w/c: ~2.3k.

tags (let me know if you want to be added/removed from the list pls!): @yesjazzywazzylove-blog

Joel groaned, face down on the ground. His head hurt like hell, to the point where he could not even open his eyes. A drilling pain on the back of his skull pierced through the whole way to the space between his eyebrows. He squeezed his eyes, in an attempt to clear his sight, before opening them. The whole world spun around him like a merry-go-round ― he felt like throwing up.

He motioned his hand backwards to where the searing pain was coming from, only to find a new source of aching ― his right shoulder felt like it was dislocated, but the reality was that he had been shot.

I have been shot, he repeated in his mind.

Why though? He couldn’t remember what had happened nor where he was.

“Joel! What the fuck is going on?!”, Tommy’s voice forced him to close his eyes again. He kneeled beside Joel, putting pressure on his shoulder. “Where is she?”

Where is who? he wanted to reply.

And then it hit him. You both gave in to your passion, and he ruined it by labelling it “a mistake”. And then hell broke loose ― his last memory was your screams before you were dragged away.

Consciousness flooded back into him. Joel sat up quickly ― too quickly as his head pulsed in excruciating pain.

“Easy, Joel”, said the younger Miller, removing his hand to inspect the wound and tying a piece of clothing around the shoulder to contain the bleeding. “The bullet has gone through cleanly. You’re going to need to take care of that wound but should heal just fine”.

“They’ve taken her, Tommy”, Joel managed to mutter.

Doom washed over him. He felt sick to his stomach at the mere thought of what your destiny might be. He should have paid attention; he should have known you both were being watched. But at that moment in time he was thinking with his cock, not with his brain. He put you in harm’s way. He knew he shouldn’t have exposed you like that. He would not have done it had he known someone was spying on you both.

His last words to you basically meant that you were a mistake he regretted. His heart contracted so hard at the realisation of what he had said, his lungs evacuated all air within them. Where those going to really be his last words to you?

Joel gulped down the knot in his throat. He truly was a damned man. Everyone he touched, died. His deceased wife, Sarah, now potentially you too.

Death might be her best way out, that intrusive thought scared the shit out of him. He shook his head at the idea, in denial.

“Who have?”, Tommy asked. Joel could hear fear in his brother’s voice, mirroring his own.

Joel stood up with the help of Tommy and touched the back of his skull, finding the sore spot. It was wet ― blood covered the palm of his hand, which he cleaned on his jeans.

“I don’t know, but I’m going to find out. If something happens to her, I swear to fucking God, Tommy, I will―”.

Tommy nodded in understanding and handed Joel the rifle and his jacket.

You were finding very hard to come back to consciousness. Your thoughts were a tangled mess, not being able to connect them in a way that made sense. You felt like you had been sleeping for ages, but it had only been five minutes. Your heart was beating slowly on your chest, your breaths shallow.

You heard two male voices nearby. For a second, you thought they were Joel and Tommy. But even in your semi-conscious state, you knew it wasn’t them. You managed to open one eye, looking around. Memories started to crawl back ― you and Joel fucking like the world was ending, him being a prick once again, then the gunshot, Joel falling to the ground, two men approaching and taking you away. Your heart began to race.

Was he alive? He had to be. He couldn’t have died. You would know, you would feel it in your guts. You felt like your chest was being crushed. No, he can’t be.

“God, I am gonna come”, you spotted the first man you saw, the one who shot Joel, jerking off besides you.

Had you been fully conscious, you would have retched when he cleaned the cum off his hand on your T-shirt.

“She was fucking that guy like a whore, she won’t mind if we use her for a bit”, said the second man. “I bet her cunt is still fucking wet. But we should wait for the others to get here first”.

You were slowly coming back to your senses, starting to understand the gravity of your situation. By the way they talked, it was pretty clear what their plans for you were. The prospect of being raped awakened your fight-or-flight instinct, your brain racing with thoughts, trying to come up with an escape plan. Either you fled, or you died trying.

You were sat up, your back against a tree, your hands loosely tied up in front of you. You rubbed one hand against the other, the right one slowly coming off the knot.

“I want to fuck her mouth so bad ― I don’t think that lucky bastard did”, you were not sure who said it, but you didn’t care.

“With such a small dick, I bet you I still would have plenty of room in my mouth to be able to talk unbothered”, you couldn’t stop the snarky remark.

The first man didn’t take your comment very graciously, probably ashamed of such a small dick. He slapped you with such force, the ring on his finger slashed the skin on your right cheek. You fell to the ground on your belly, your hands becoming free in the process, which you hid under your body so that monkey of a man wouldn’t notice.

“We’ll see how much you laugh after we’re finished with you and leave your broken body somewhere for your boyfriend to see”, he threatened with a laugh, touching himself again. "Open up, bitch".

He grabbed you by your hair, forcing you to face him, his ridiculously tiny dick too close to your mouth. You pulled away from him with all your might, releasing yourself from his grasp.

Although you put on a mask and pretended this was not affecting you, you were so fucking frightened. Your survival instinct kicked in again when the same ape tried to snatch you by the T-shirt as you slithered away, partially ripping it. You turned around quickly and scratched his face ― your nails sinking in his skin as deep as you could. You thought you hit his eye ― and you wished him blind. You growled like a cornered animal when the second man approached you, while the first one was on his knees wailing like a newborn baby.

“So you’re a fighter, huh?”, he chuckled.

When he got close, you knocked him off his feet by swinging one of your legs sideways under him. That was your chance ― and you took it. You got up and started running, the second man shouting blasphemies while going after you.

You had only run like five yards when a gunshot echoed in the middle of the night. You ducked and tripped, falling to the ground.

You looked back and saw that guy face down on the dirt, not moving. The back of his head was blown to pieces, half of it had disintegrated into thin air. Blood and brain bits had started to soak the leaves under him.

Then you saw Joel a few feet back, rifle on hand, Tommy just a few metres behind him.

You sighed with relief.

Joel had one look at the state of you and wished he hadn’t shot that man. He should have suffered a more terrible death. He felt anger ―no, fury― burning up his insides. Joel was seeing red, not being able to tame his feelings back under control. Adrenaline was rushing through his veins with solace ―you were alive― but also with rage.

“Man, we’re sorry, I’m sorry, it’s not what it looks like, I had nothing to do with this”, begged the man who had shot him ten minutes earlier.

Joel slowly turned around to face him. The asshole was on his knees, his left eye bleeding profusely, trousers pulled down and his micropenis dangling out of his underwear. With his eyes fixated on the poor excuse of a man praying on the ground, Joel handed the rifle to Tommy and unsheathed the folding hunting knife he kept in his boot.

“No, please, I promise you I didn’t touch her, I would never―”, his pleading fell on deaf ears.

“You fucking liar”, Joel said under his breath, positioning himself behind the kneeled man.

Joel grabbed him by his hair, pulling his head backwards to expose his neck. He could see tears on the edges of his eyes. He was young, probably around twenty, but Joel didn’t give a fuck. He deserved to die. Joel unfolded the hunting knife by removing the safeguard, placed it under his chin and slit his throat slowly but steadily. The man gagged, desperately trying to fill his lungs with oxygen ― his hands had flown to his neck in an attempt to stop the bleeding, but blood was pouring out like a fountain.

Joel looked at him dead in the eye until the man’s arms fell to his sides. When he was sure that motherfucker was dead, he let go of the head, the body making a thudding sound when it hit the floor.

Only then he dared to look in your direction. He wasn’t ready to see you down on your knees, dry tears on your cheeks. You looked like a baby deer in the middle of the road at night, blinded by the headlights. One side of your T-shirt was ripped from top to bottom, one of your breasts showing. You were not moving, your big eyes widened in shock.

Joel did not want to imagine what had happened to you, but he saw semen on your T-shirt and his brain started wandering off to the darkest of places. He was frozen in place for a few seconds before finally approaching you slowly, afraid you were going to step back away from him. He wouldn’t blame you if you did. He put away the knife before kneeling in front of you ― his hands, palms down, up in the air.

“Are you…?”, he didn’t finish the question because it was obvious you were not okay.

“It’s okay”, you answered immediately.

Joel gave you a puzzled look.

“No, it’s not fucking okay”, he whispered.

Then reality dawned on you. Your body had been on high alert this whole time, your instincts forcing you to put your feelings away so you could focus on the task at hand ― escaping as unscathed as possible. It wasn’t until those men were dead and Joel faced you, that you allowed emotions to take over you.

Your eyes welled up, your entire body shaking as the adrenaline abandoned your system.

“I… I don’t… It’s just…”, you couldn’t form coherent sentences.

Joel closed the distance between you two and hugged you. You buried your face in his chest and sobbed silently for minutes on end. His left hand stroked your hair as he held you and whispered calming words in your ear. When your eyes dried up, you looked up at him through damp eyelashes and he swept away the tears from your cheeks with his thumbs, the rest of his fingers gently placed on your jawline.

“Your cheek”, Joel’s lips wrinkled as he hovered his thumb over the wound.

You could tell he was trying to control himself, but as the seconds went on, he got calmer.

“Can I?”, he muttered, looking down to your teared T-shirt.

You nodded and he helped you take it off. Joel blocked Tommy’s vision with his broad body while he removed his jacket and helped you put it on, discarding your dirty T-shirt to one side.

“They didn’t…”, you tried to explain, your bottom lip trembling.

“We don’t need to talk about it now, only when you’re ready ― if you’re ever ready”, he spoke softly.

You greatly appreciated he didn’t push you for an explanation of what had happened. You were not sure you could talk about it without breaking down again. You breathed in deeply and nodded again. Then you noticed the blood on his shoulder. You raised one hand, softly touching the improvised dressing.

“You’re hurt, Joel”, you mumbled.

“It’s nothing, it’s not even painful. Let’s go back to the cave. You need to rest and I need to clean that wound on your cheek before it gets infected”, said Joel while helping you up.

You saw Tommy in the distance ― he had been kind enough to give you some privacy. Joel guided you through the trees, his left arm firmly wrapped around your waist to aid you in your walking.

You didn’t get too far though, not even with his help. Your legs were so wobbly you were afraid you couldn’t stand any longer. Joel saw you struggling and with no hesitation whatsoever, he picked you up in his arms to carry you to the cave.

"You're gonna hurt your shoulder even more, Joel", you complained.

"Nonsense", he whispered, softly kissing your forehead.

You did not protest after that again and hugged his neck, your face hiding in the curve of his neck.

In his arms, you felt safe. Your haven on this twisted, revolting earth.

“One of the men said they were waiting on more people to arrive”, you remembered suddenly.

Joel briefly looked down at you. You could tell he was controlling his face expression.

“Don’t worry about it, dove. I’ll take care of each one of them”.

That was a promise he kept religiously.

[lostsyren]

i was just thinking about the potential ways rafe and sofia could've met bc those mfs didn't give it to us and i thought of one where rafe could've gotten too drunk one night and sofia sees this and has to take him home, she stays and makes sure he's ok until he wakes up or writes a note to him and leaves the night unbeknownst to him who took him back to his house other than a note and a name (assuming she knows who rafe cameron is and where he lives, bc he's a big name around kildare) until he goes back to the pelican yacht club the next day and sees someone with the name tag 'sofia' at the bar and approaches her, the rest is history

100% agree!! Their first meeting not even being shown to us, leaving us to speculate?? What kind of stupidity is that? It’s like they were trying to set Fiona/Sofia up to fail (they were lucky she’s so charming and lovely).

I LOVE THIS IDEA SMMMM!!! STOPP IM OBSESSEDD!! I beg you write it!! Like anyone who sends in cool ideas, WRITE THEM PLEASEEEEE!! Like I for sure would but I’m a chronic procrastinator and have already got sm asks and a whole other fic I need to be focusing on🫠 (which I’m grateful for, ty to all of you for reading🫶😞)

Like Sofia offering to drive him home, and Rafe still being responsive but like drunk to the point of being completely devoid of inhibition.

They reach Tannyhill and she has to help carry/sneak this 6ft, massive guy inside. Like he’s just loudly fumbling with the keys and being so loud she’s just trying to shut him up. They eventually reach his room without running into any of the Cameron family and he just collapses into bed.

And then Sofia thinks he’s just this asshole, jerk, entitled kook guy but then he says smth like

“You know you’re soooo nice, no one usually helps me when I’m high and wasted, they just let me fuck up and get in trouble– so thank you yeah? If Ward or Sarah saw me I’d be done for. They already hate me like I’m the worst person in the world.”

All slurred and drunken. And Sofia’s heart stirs for the boy. She thought he was the worst person in the world– but for a fleeting moment she just sees Rafe as a hurt boy who doesn’t have anyone he can count on.

And Rafe falls asleep and Sofia takes off his shoes and covers him with a blanket. She snoops around his room for a bit, seeing pictures of when he was kid, all the certificates he won when he was in school still framed, before leaving.

That’s when she runs into Sarah on the landing. They don’t say anything, Sarah just looks at her with a bored and withering expression before helping her sneak out.

Then the next day Rafe wakes up hungover, not remembering a thing. He wonders how he ended up in bed and when he leaves his room he’s surprised Ward didn’t shout at him or anything. Then Sarah says something which confuses him:

“Hooking up with the club bartender Rafe? Really?”

He’s confused. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Oh don’t play dumb, I saw her sneaking out of your room last night.”

“Who?” He didn’t remember hooking up with anyone last night (s1 Rafe who has maybe one to two bodies and is painfully awkward with girls and at sex and accounts for it with over confidence and douchebaggery is canon to me)

“You know, short dark hair, bangs, tiny…you see her everyday at the bar Rafe.”

The memories slowly start to trickle back.

And then he goes back to the country club trying to find the bartender he vaguely remembers called Sofia. To do what? Threaten her? She better not tell anyone about his embarrassing, drunken performance. Or thank her? For selflessly helping him out and saving him from his family’s ire.

He hasn’t decided yet.

Ughhh stop s1Rafe x Sofia is soooo special to me, tysm for this ideaaaa!! (Someone write it please😞)

[gwalch-mei]

Hi Richie! For the asks: sage, chia, mahonia, ivy, camellia, and palm tree!!!

hi sarah ty for the ask!! <33 sage ⇢ what ‘medium’ of art (poetry, music, fiction, paintings, statues etc.) is the most touching to you? why do you think that is? theatre!! for SURE ive always loved musicals and live performances since i was a kid and i still love them now! my all time fav movie as a kid was a musical! (nightmare before christmas) and i think its just bc of a combo of seeing the actors talent in real time with no ability to do a new take its always amazing!! plus i LOVE costume design and set design! chia ⇢ what’s an inside joke you have with someone else? so funnily enough the tag i use when im posting random shit so people can filter it out (beep beep richie) IS an inside joke ive had with friends since i was 12 or so! theyd say that too me when i was talking too much or too loudly! (its not really an original joke those who get the reference know!!) mahonia ⇢ what place, thing, activity inspires you most and how do you express yourself when it does? being out in the woods tbh!! i get just like EXTREME bursts of energy that result in climbing around usually! climbing into caves or up trees etc etc <3 been doing that since i was a kid, my mom used to call me spider monkey because of it! ivy ⇢ what are your ‘tells’ for your emotions and moods? how can someone tell you’re happy, annoyed, upset or tired? im not really subtle tbh! if im happy i laugh A LOT usually to the point of tears, if im annoyed i will tell you to your face youre pissing me off and ill be very short with whoever it is, upset i tend to isolate myself and go tuck myself away somewhere small and secure (like a closet or when i was younger i used to hide in boxes) and tired i just am not very talkative and if i do have to talk its very dry and monotone! camellia ⇢ what were you like when you were younger? do you think you’ve changed a lot? well ive always been a bit of a menace! young me was very happy go lucky, extremely talkative to anyone who was near me at all, regardless of if i knew them and if they wanted to listen, i was very outdoorsy while my sisters would have rather stayed in, and had quite the temper! got into a lot of fist fights throughout my entire school career really im pretty much the same except i have reigned in that anger A LOT and have better outlets for it now! no more fights for richie <3 (for now) palm tree ⇢ do you have a fictional villain you shouldn’t like but love regardless? yes!! hes technically a sympathetic villain but i LOVE kratos from god of war! seeing his character arc from the og games to the new ones is just beautiful and how he occasionally slips back into that villain aspect too (like when he kills heimdall) hes just SO compelling to me!

[stromuprisahat]

Hey,

Could you do a meta on the similarities between Labyrinth (1986) and the Shadow and Bone Trilogy? I read through that one scene (Alina and Darkling Interactions on your blog) between Alina and the Darkling after her and Mal get captured and Alina has to bargain for his life and they speak about fairness and the way the public views them both (Chapter 21 of the first book, I believe). I vaguely remembered this type of conversation from another piece of media, and saw in your tags that you attributed it to Labyrinth. Honestly wondering how much the movie influenced the trilogy, as I feel like Alina was supposed to be a Sarah Williams type of character but got her character development strangled by the narrative. Honestly wondering if this makes Mal Toby (romance aside), because Alina fought hard for this man and chose him over the ‘glamorous’ life she could have lived with the guy with powers (Darkling/Jareth). Genya might be Hoggle (works for the bad guy before becoming loyal to the protagonist). Maybe this is all a stretch?

Sorry if this is weirdly formatted. Thank you so much!

No anon! Why?!

I've watched Labyrinth once, and didn't enjoy it, so I was considering passing this on someone else, but since you've delved into details, I just HAD TO rewatch it, because I can't stand not knowing what's going on! So, I'll type as a watch and this will get veeeeeery long.

First of all- I hate those ugly-ass puppets and scenes. I find them creepy, and not in the good way. I totally don't get the ?US? obsession with them, and yes- I've hated Sesame Street, when it got imported here, and I've always hated Czech attempts at copying such production (Táhni, Františku z Fanfárie a Jůheláci taky, když už jsme u toho.).

I feel like Labyrinth is one of those movies, where fanon became widely-accepted canon, because I just can't see plenty of stuff allegedly present.

Alina and Sarah certainly have two things in common- they live in their own version of the world, and they're unbearably immature spoiled brats, even though you'd expect more from them their age considered. Yet somehow, Sarah's so unreasonably whiny, she almost makes me love Alina. Perhaps if we'd age her up a little and gave her potentially world-saving powers, she could've taken the S02show!psycho's place. They seem more alike than the book girl.

I mean... I don't like children, and I wouldn't be such a bitch to a ?one? year old...

The baby was a spoiled child and wanted everything for himself…

The baby can barely stand and certainly doesn't seem able to talk. It doesn't have mental capacity to imagine "everything", sure as hell not want it.

…and the young girl was practically a slave.

Sorry, but a scene earlier I saw her room. I watch her father respect her privacy. Her evil step mother being nothing but polite and non-threatening. I come from a loving family, and I've been keeping eye on my eight-years-younger brother since he was born. To an extent- yes, but they just want her to make sure he doesn't burn down the house on accident or something. He's even fed for fuck's sake! That's hardly slavery. And no, she doesn't get a pass as a moody teenager. This is a spoiled brat behaviour.

Sarah's straight up lying to make herself the victim. That's very Alina. Or more precisely- it's very Alina's new mommy Ol' Bags, but then again it's been said before Alina would grow into Baghra in time.

Goblin King, Goblin King, wherever you may be… …take this child of mine far away from me!

We have a better Czech ballad about children-stealing demon punishing short-tempered mother:

"Pojď si proň, ty Polednice, pojď, vem si ho, zlostníka!“ – A hle, tu kdos u světnice dvéře zlehka odmyká.

Kytice- Polednice (Karel Jaromír Erben)

“Come and get him, noon witch, come take him! I can bear no more!” And look, someone’s outside – a thumb is stealthily working the lock at the door.

A Bouquet: of Czech Folktales (transl. by Marcela Malek Sulak)

I went through it quickly, and the translation doesn't look bad, so it's available on libgen if you're interested.

Alina had her immortality and complementary powers, but what does Jareth see in Sarah is beyond me.

Sarah says she wants her brother back, but honestly- it sounds more like she doesn't want to get in trouble because of him. I don't know if it's only the acting, or if it's intentionally portrayed so, but she doesn't look like someone, who just realized they care about someone else.

It might be the whiny undertone in her voice. Irritating, if anything.

Yeah, a pissing puppet is exactly what I needed to see...

Genya is certainly prettier than Hoggle.

And doesn't piss in public.

The walls of the Labyrinth look like Terezín before reconstruction.

Sarah gets an advice and doesn't bother to delve into it. Another tiny similarity with Alina. Except Alina had her half-a-thought of doubt, and her advisor is a malevolent cunt with her own interests. The freaky worm seemed genuine in its desire to help.

Obligatory song and dancing. *shoot me, please*

The only way out of here is to try one of these doors. One of them leads to the castle at the centre of the labyrinth. And the other one leads to… …certain death.

Please, pick the death one...

"Helping hands"... every creep's wet dream...

Yeah, the evil hot accent isn't enough to make me like this villain. Fucking 80s...

Those depressive warning faces are probably the only thing I might even ~like~.

Okay, NOW he was hot.

Jareth and Sarah have the fairness conversation, when he shortens her time to punish her for her defiance. Aleksander and Alina's take place, when he wants her to face consequences of her own actions and accept responsibility. He's the wronged one there, because she didn't consider anyone or anything, when she chose to trust Baghra and ran off.

Sarah gets Hoggle to follow her by stealing his stuff. She gets the doorknockers to let her in by tricking the mumbling one into taking the unpleasant ring back into his mouth and doesn't even try to pull it out again, or knock without it attached. She's rather cruel in her thoughtlessness, isn't she?

Aleksander never shames Genya for wanting to be Alina's friend. He never blackmails her to help him. She's the one, who provokes his rightful wrath for no good reason.

I think Jareth might be what LB (sometimes) wants us to see in Aleksander. Except it's hardly what she shows by his actions, only what her characters describe.

Another difference- Aleksander doesn't only want Alina, he needs her for his plan to save his people. Jareth merely has the worst possible taste in women.

Okay, the dog making hoof-clopping noises also isn't the worst idea.

I'm kinda sorry Aleksander never tried to poison/drug Alina. That might be fun. Even the collaring couldn't really make her compliant, so he's technically nicer even in this aspect. I can see antis claiming he tried to woo her by showing her the splendor of Little Palace and giving her the centre role in Winter Fete, but the former wasn't different from Grisha in officer training, the later was the Crown's doing. He's even said to despise such events.

Sarah is a modern teenager. Alina's considered adult in her world. I got to the ball scene, where it's painfully obvious Sarah is a child in adult's clothes and make-up. I'm a bit surprised she was played by an actual teenager.

Alina starts off willing to do anything for Malyen, and ends up becoming just what he wants. Sarah starts off selfishly bullying a baby, only to turn 180° as soon as he's stolen, so excuse I'm not persuaded she means it. She doesn't manage it in next hour and half.

~ I have to face him alone. - But why? ~ Because that's the way it's done.

The logic is very Alina, but she never insists on facing the Darkling alone, except that one time she attempts murder/suicide.

Oh no, Aleksander would never wear something this teAsticleless

And no, I truly don't mean the colour.

I ask for so little. Just let me rule you… …and you can have everything that you want. Just fear me, love me, do as I say… …and I will be your slave.

Again, that's no Aleksander at all. He didn't want to rule Alina, he wanted to rule alongside her. He only tried to force her once she endangered his plans for his country and people.

He never promised her everything she's want, because the only thing she seems to want is to be left alone to live in obscurity with no expectations placed on her.

He doesn't want her to fear him and she never does. He doesn't even crave people's fear. He uses it as a tool, when there's no better option.

He doesn't mind Alina defying him, finds it attractive actually, as long as it doesn't ruin- once again- his plans for Ravka and Grisha protection.

The slave line actually reminds me of much better representation of book!Aleksander- I Wanna Be Your Slave by Måneskin.

I was pretty sure I've seen Cinema Therapy episode on Labyrinth I deeply agreed with, but can't find it, so... :(

[werewolffeelings]

2025 wips

Was tagged by the lovely @emmerrr to list the wips I’m hoping to get done this year, ty 🥰!

Search for the Unknown

Which is still under the title “ghost adventures” in my gdocs. Ghost hunting au! [advertisement voice] Read chapter 1 on ao3 today! I have the main plot shit of chapter 2 mapped out but it needs jazzing up bc I want the flirting and tension to reach truly painful lol. Starting with: there was only one bed (the floor). There will also be spirit boxes and fucking around in abandoned buildings and finding a dead body and maybe a ghost fight. who’s to say

Crazy Ex Boyfriend

The crazy ex girlfriend au which replaces musical numbers with dreams! This fic haunts my every waking moment. It wants to be written so so so bad. Unfortunately I don’t actually want to write it 😭 I would prefer it to be written by someone who is more qualified… But then they wouldn’t do it like I would and so I HAVE to 😔 i was talking to kellie the other day about her existential crisis fic and realized that this is MY existential crisis fic which is part of why I don’t want to write it lol. Anyway! Chapter 2 is more shenaniganful than the opener. Teaser trailer - ronan meets blue (and Gansey) while looking like shit at the grocery store and gets swindled into going hiking with them (and Adam :3). He’s not remotely prepared and has a bad time! He stalks adam a little bit. He goes to confession and smokes weed w the priest in the parking lot

Greywaren canon divergence

This fic suffers from the fact that I disliked so much of greywaren that it’s difficult to limit myself to changing only some things and not like. Everything 😅 Which would be like entirely too much effort and I’m not going to do that ✌️But the idea stemmed from the fact that I’d expected adam to be asleep/in a coma/actively dying after the end of mister impossible since he was in the astral plane when hennessy shut off the ley line… so he meets ronan there and the have to find a way out of the liminal dreamspace they’re sort of trapped in. In so doing they actually have to deal w their respective shit and fight and talk to each other lol. Optional sidequests include: exploring what ronan actually IS (fae??) & maybe some kind of metaphorical brain labyrinth to sort of call back to that Harvard/bryde labyrinth thing from the beginning of cdth that never really went anywhere to my knowledge. A test of mettle??Also the reason why Adam doesn’t actually die is that persephone’s spirit is still floating around the astral plane and she temporarily takes control of his body and pretends to be him until he gets back lol. Tragically this would require a dreamer trilogy reread and I haven’t had the stomach….

Forgetting Sarah Marshall au

I’d first conceptualized this as ronan going on vacation after a breakup with kavinsky and falling for Adam who works at the hotel or resort or whatever which would be fairly straightforward. But then i thought it’d be funnier if it were adam after a breakup with blue but then surprise blue and Gansey are there and for some reason they brought Gansey’s terrible obnoxious friend and much awkwardness ensues 💖

Honorable mentions include:

Rodansey college au. Canon divergentish trippy dream sequence with horror and clone fucking elements. Wedding au. Vampire au. That one where adam is Ronan’s weed man.

I have many ideas but only 1 brain which only works SOMETIMES but i promise it is doing its best

No idea who’s already done this but @cheeeryos @clotpolesonly if you have anything???

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Happy Anniversary Baby

Characters - Joel Miller x Reader, Sarah Miller

Pairing - Joel x You

Summary - You and Joel have been together for a year! You surprise him and Sarah with breakfast and plan what to do for the day!

Word Count - 2.3K

Warnings/Tags - 18+ only Minors dni. Typical canon language, Fluff, I mean alllll the fluffy good feelings, Joel being a sweetheart!

A/N - No Outbreak! This is my first try at writing something happy and fluffy!

Feedback is always appreciated!!

I am really happy with this one and I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it!

Divider credit to @saradika

The sun had just begun to rise, casting a soft golden glow across the room. As the first rays of light filter through the window, the warmth of the sun’s rays dance across the walls and illuminate the bedroom with soft, pretty patterns as they move through the branches of the trees outside. The room is filled with the sound of birds singing, their cheerful melodies wafting through the slightly open window.

You begin to stir, becoming aware of the warm weight of Joel’s arm draped across your waist. You could feel the heat of his skin through the thin fabric of his t-shirt you stole to sleep in one of the first nights you stayed with him. His fingers curled loosely around your hip. He is still snoring lightly, and the sound of a comforting rumble fills your ears.

As you turned to face him, you could see the lines on his face softened by sleep. The sunlight casts a warm glow across his face, making him look almost angelic in the morning light. You watch him for a moment, feeling a sense of contentment wash through you.

You love waking up next to Joel, feeling the safety and security of his presence; his arm around your waist is like a shield, protecting you from the world outside. Even in his sleep, he is a reassuring presence, a reminder that you are not alone and that you never will be again.

You shift slightly, Joel tightens his grip on your waist unconsciously, and he murmurs something in his sleep that you can’t quite make out. The sound was so soft and intimate that it made your heart stutter. Feeling a flush of warmth spread across your cheeks, you can’t help but stare at him, willing your mind to capture this memory forever.

You close your eyes and breathe in the scent of his skin; he smells faintly of body wash, and it’s intoxicating. You press a sweet kiss to his forehead and glance at the clock on the nightstand. The time was 7:54 a.m. You're careful not to wake him. Slipping out of bed as gently as you can manage with his arm still wrapped around you like a vine

The warm summer air in the room greets you as you leave the comfort of his bed. Throwing your robe around your body and tying it in a loose bow, you tip-toe across the room and wiggle your feet into your slippers. As you pad down the hallway to the stairs, you find yourself grinning, excited to get started on the surprise breakfast.

Over the last year, you found yourself staying with Joel and Sarah more often than not; you formed something akin to a routine. Weekday mornings were rushed with cups of coffee for you and Joel and a bowl of cereal and OJ for Sarah, and on the weekends, the three of you usually slept through breakfast, just about making it in time for brunch.

Today is different; today is special. You have been with Joel for an entire year, and as cliché as it sounds, it has been the happiest and most fulfilling year of your life so far. You wanted to make a real effort to show both Joel and Sarah how much you love and appreciate them, and a home-cooked breakfast was the perfect way to start.

You pop on a pot of fresh coffee and start to set the table, getting that out of the way first, worrying that the smell of bacon cooking will draw the father and daughter downstairs too soon. Placing a pitcher of fresh orange juice in the middle of the table, you set about getting the ingredients you need out of their various homes in the kitchen.

You decided yesterday that you would go all out for this breakfast. You start by preparing the pancake batter, knowing that Joel isn’t a big fan of them but that they are Sarah’s favourite.

You chopped up some fresh strawberries and blueberries for the top of them, squeezing just a sprinkle of lemon juice over the fruit so they wouldn’t lose their vibrant colour. You set the bowls of pancake mix and fruit to the side to get started on the main event.

You had made the mix for the biscuits the night before, when Joel had headed for his shower after coming home from work particularly dusty, giving you time to pop the dough in the fridge before he returned. You open the fridge and gather the rest of the ingredients you need: eggs, bacon, and sausage. You set the biscuit dough on the windowsill so the morning sun could warm them before you popped them into the oven.

Making quick work of the bacon and sausage, you set it on the lowest shelf of the oven, which was perfectly raising the biscuits, to keep warm. You pour Sarah’s pancakes into one pan and crack the eggs into another, the picture of a professional multi-tasker.

When the pancakes and eggs were almost finished, you kneeled to check on the rest of the breakfast, and, happy with the progress the biscuits were making, you turned the oven off. Your knees were cracking and creaking as you stood straight.

"When did I get old?" You asked yourself under your breath.

"I would say a few years back at least," a sweet voice mumbles through a yawn behind you.

You turn, place one hand on your hip, and cock an eyebrow to the ceiling. Sarah is standing at the breakfast bar, one elbow leaning on the counter, the other rubbing sleep from her eyes.

"Good morning to you too, young lady," you emphasise with an over-dramatic curtsey; the gesture makes Sarah throw her head back and a loud giggle burst from her lips.

You turn back to the stove as Sarah looks around in surprise, the bout of laughter waking her fully.

"You made pancakes?" She exclaims, her voice rising in pitch with excitement.

"I certainly did! I thought I could treat you and your dad to a homecooked breakfast for a change." You laugh at the gleam in the girls' eyes.

"What're all the giggles about, ladies?" Joel asks, his voice thick and gruff with sleep. You would only be lying to yourself if you said his voice in the mornings didn’t do things for you.

"Oh, you know, just Sarah, laughing at the fact that I'm an old woman." You laugh and smile fondly at her.

"Damn, if you're old, what does that make me?" Joel asks, scratching his head and causing the hairs to stick in every direction. You need to force your eyes off him as Sarah replies with a matter-of-fact

"That would make you a fossil, Dad," she deadpanned, and you couldn’t stop the snort before it was out of your mouth. Turning back to the stove for a second time to hide your laughter.

"Oh, is that right, kiddo? I'm still young enough to run laps around you!" He laughs along with the pair of you, mussing his daughter's wild hair affectionately before coming to stand behind you. Wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you flush against him.

"Happy anniversary, baby," he says softly into your ear; it’s almost a coo. It makes your heart flutter and your knees weak.

"Happy anniversary, Joel," you say lovingly, turning in his embrace to wrap your arms around his neck and kiss his perfect lips.

"Ewww, Y/N, are you guys going to be like this all day?" Sarah asks, making gag noises behind you and Joel.

"That’s right, sooorrrry. I forgot old people aren’t allowed to be in loooove." You respond with a sing song, laughing and sticking your tongue out at her.

"No oldies, you can be in love all you like; honestly, I even encourage it, but can you do it somewhere else?" Sarah laughs with you, and you promise to keep the PDA to a minimum.

Joel releases you from his hold and takes in the sight of his kitchen for the first time this morning. The smell of fresh coffee and bacon filled the air, making his mouth water.

"Y/N, you didn’t have to go to all this trouble, baby," he says as he brushes his thumb across your cheekbone.

"It’s no trouble at all; I wanted to treat you both!" You lean lazily into his touch, your grin feeling like it would split your face straight down the middle.

"Well, it smells amazing; thank you, Darlin." He smiles back, the dimple that you love so much standing out on his right cheek. You lean onto your tiptoes and place a quick kiss on it, then usher them both to take their places at the table.

As you sit at the breakfast table with Joel and Sarah, you allow your mind to drift back over the last year of your life. You think about the day you met Joel and how nervous you had been as you waited for him to arrive at the coffee shop.

You remembered how he had walked in, his eyes locking onto yours with a warm smile, and how the nerves had melted away in an instant. You’d spent hours talking and laughing, and you felt a sense of ease and comfort you had never experienced before. You didn’t have to be anyone else but yourself, and you didn’t have to hide around him.

As you thought about the months that followed, you were overwhelmed by the feelings of awe and gratitude that washed over you. You couldn’t believe how lucky you were to have found him and his beautiful daughter. They had become your family and your home.

Tears prickle at the corners of your eyes as you think about how you never thought you would know happiness again. Everyone in the past had always made you pretend or had moulded you into someone they wanted you to be, but Joel and Sarah had changed everything. They have and will continue to show you that it is possible to find love and joy again, even in the darkest times.

After you had all eaten what felt like your body weight in pancakes, bacon, eggs, and biscuits, the three of you sat around the table, sipping coffee and orange juice, and discussing the plan for the day. Sarah gave an enormous stretch and sat forward in her chair. Elbows propped on the table, she looks at Joel, then at you, and back again, a sly smile spreading across her face.

"I think I want to spend the day with you guys," she said. "But I'm going to stay at Uncle Tommy’s tonight."

Joel and you exchange a knowing look, and you can’t help but blush at the look he is giving you. Sarah is clearly trying to be tactful by giving you and Joel some privacy on your first anniversary, which, while you were grateful for it, you never wanted her to feel like she had to leave her own home.

"Hey birdie, you don’t have to; we can have a movie night if you like." You smile at her, brushing a stray hair out of her face. Joel's head whipped from his daughter's face to yours so quickly that he looked like a cartoon. You couldn’t help the snort that escaped you.

"The hell she doesn’t; you’ll have a great time with Uncle Tommy, won’t you, baby girl?" The look in his eyes was one of pleading with his daughter—the biggest puppy dog eyes you had ever seen him manage. You had to cover your mouth to stifle another laugh.

"Really smooth there, Romeo," she laughs at her father, "but I could honestly think of nothing worse than the chance of overhearing you pensioners tonight, plus I already made plans to have a movie night with Uncle Tommy," she said, leaving no room for argument.

"Well, ignoring the old jab, I think that is very thoughtful of you, little bird," you say sincerely, and the smile that breaks across Sarah’s face is blinding. Obviously, she is very pleased with herself. Joel stands to start clearing the table.

"Thanks, baby girl," he murmurs softly and places a kiss on the crown of her head.

"So, what do my girls want to do today?" He asked over his shoulder as he scrubbed the few remaining dishes in the sink.

"It’s meant to be a beautiful day; we could go to the beach. Or maybe a hike?" You suggest, raising an eyebrow in question to Sarah, who is very deep in thought, weighing each option carefully.

"Let’s hit the trailhead, and if it gets too hot, we can swim in the river. The beach is probably going to be busy today if the weather is nice." She stated, ever so practical this little girl.  

"Sounds like a plan," Joel said as he finished drying the last of the dishes. "Wanna go and pack up your stuff? We roll out in 20 minutes! 20 minutes you hear? I want to get there and get set up before the crowds roll in!" Joel’s Dad mode was well and truly activated at the thought of planning an impromptu hike in 95-degree heat.

"You know we are going for the day, right? Like not a fortnight trip, Joel?" You question him, giggling at his serious expression, the crease between his brows as prominent as ever. You lean forward and place a kiss there, the crease immediately relaxing under your lips.

"20 minutes! The same goes for you, miss!" He says sternly as he winks at you and swats your behind as you dance away from him still laughing. Sending a wink over your shoulder at him on your way out the door.

Oh, how he loves to watch your hips sway... 

[circle--of--confusion]

Happy Halloween! Chapter 2: Perverted Are Your Wishes And Dreams

Summary: Copia and Sarah are back to his room. She finally shows him her surprise and Copia takes the lead when she gets nervous about her plan. They, well, have lots of sexy fun. As always, there's fluff at the end.

Italian help provided by the wonderful @foxybouquet

Part of the ending was inspired by one of @delulluart's Ghinktober drawings: Day 23. Their art is amazing! Check them out if you haven't.

Paring: Cardinal Copia | Dracopia X OC [Sarah]

Words: 5.9k

Tags: mature/explicit! Established relationship, roleplay [copia calls himself "papa"]; Smut; oral sex[m and f receiving], dom/sub undertones, safe word discussion; vaginal sex, doggy style, face-sitting, squirting, over stimulation, aftercare, fluff, blood drinking

I... This is probably the filthiest thing i've written. ENJOY!

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PART 1

Masterlist

When they returned to Copia’s apartment, their lips were already bruised and puffy from a passionate make-out he initiated in front of his door; he was unable to wait until they retreated inside before beginning his horny rampage. When he saw his door, Copia grabbed Sarah and pushed her back against it with a thud, leaning in to capture her lips with his, biting lightly and taking her lips in his teeth as he pushes his body to hers. She nearly drops the pellegrina in her hands, overcome with the press of his hips to hers. Sarah gasps when she feels the hardness between his legs as he slowly grinds on her. His hand desperately hits around his door behind her, looking for the handle to twist open so they can go inside.

Once inside, Copia pawed his hands around her dress, tugging and pinching anywhere he could find to figure out how to take it off so he could see the prize underneath. Sarah pleaded for him to step back so she could remove it herself, asking if she could go to the bathroom to take it off and walk out to give a grand reveal. She managed to convince him by saying he could pass the time and undress himself while she was away for the short pause.

“Keep the cape, though.” Sarah said with a wink before she closed the door.

Removing her shoes, cassock dress, the borrowed necklace, and biretta headband, Sarah left everything else on. The fixes the bra and garter belt and smooths out the stockings. She can’t wait ‘till she gets all of this mesh off of her body if she’s being honest. Her hands tug at the gloves, fidgeting. Stalling; now aware that she has to face the music. She gives herself a silent pep talk and runs her hands through her hair to comb it out a bit after she removed her dress. The black lip line Sarah put on is now long gone and she debates reapplying, pursing her lips in the mirror as she thinks about it.

There’s a knock on the door and Sarah jumps.

Copia’s muffled voice sounds through the door. “Sarah? Is everything ok, amore mio?”

“Yes! I was just… giving you time to undress!” Damn his vampiric senses she thinks as she shakes her head.

“We don’t have to do anything tonight, if you’ve changed your mind.”

Sarah smiles fondly to herself. “No! It’s fine I just… got nervous. Not in a bad way of course!” She wanted to be a temptress tonight and now she just feels timid.

“Put on my robe. You can take it off after you step out and we can do it together.” Copia suggests. It doesn’t sound like a bad idea and she moves to grab the blue satin robe hanging on the back of the bathroom door.

After tying the belt around her, leaving a small teaser of the top of a bra cup visible with an off-shoulder look, she puts her hand on the door handle and turns it, cracking the door open until she can be seen fully in front of him. She slides her hand slowly up the door frame and leans against it, propping her other hand on her waist in an attempt to look seductive. “Hello, Copia.” She finds him looking back at her with a loving gaze, wearing nothing but the cape. When Sarah’s eyes wander down his body, admiring his freckly skin and soft hairy chest, she blushes lightly at the sight of his cock. He’s very hard and flushed a similar shade of red. Their extended foreplay tonight has left him leaking around the tip and she wants so badly to reach out and touch him but her hands are frozen in their places.

Copia smiles, reaching out to one of the belt ends. He knows that one slight tug would undo the knot so he looks to Sarah for a go-ahead. He nods his head to the side, asking for her to move out of the doorway and further into the room. It feels like their first time together, excited anticipation fills the room and by Satan he’s going to make sure she feels comfortable with whatever they do.

Copia wiggles the satin tie and looks up into Sarah’s eyes. “May I?” he asks and she nods. He pulls, the knot coming undone with the barest of tugs. He moves the belt out of the way, letting the fabric fall open naturally around her. The sliver of mesh he sees is enough to have him let out a groan. His already hard cock standing at attention throbs at the sight. Copia involuntarily bites his lip as his eyes flick up and down her body. The more satin he pushes aside, the heavier his breathing gets. “Bellissima angelo.” Copia’s hands rise to cup her face and the soft, smooth leather on her skin makes Sarah close her eyes.

She lets out an unexpected breath of relief. Sarah may not know a ton of Italian, but she definitely understood the gist of what he just said. “Kiss me, please, Copia.” He obliges, surging forward with a breath-stealing kiss to her lips. They lick into each other’s mouths, getting lost in the delicate yet excited show of affection. Sarah’s hands grab on to the sides of the cape as he pours his love into her. They soon part, Sarah needing to breathe more air into her lungs. Copia’s begins to push the robe off of her body and in seconds the fabric pools around her feet like a satiny puddle.

There’s a shift in Copia’s eyes and she can see it, feel it as he moves to hold her hand. He takes charge, pulling her to the bed to sit on the edge. All Sarah can do is watch as he grabs her still gloved hand, rising it before saying “Can you see, amore mio?”; he politely spits in her hand and wraps her palm over the head of his cock, closing it down around him. He slowly spreads his leaking precome and spit around the tip before moving down to stroke over his shaft. He jumps slightly from the light touch and the slow glide he’s set helps to bring some relief to him. His hand on hers, Copia sets the pace while she stares up at him in wonder. “Senti che duro che sono per te.” he breathes deep. “Feel, ah, what you do to me by simply existing as you are. You don’t need to do anything for me to want you.” His voice is raspy, already losing composure.

Sarah licks her lips and clears her throat. “I wanted to be good for you; to do something sexy and new tonight for us.” She experiments, wiggling her fingers around him and he hums, stuttering low in his chest as she continues to slide up and down around him. But I got scared.

Copia’s hand constricts hers around his cock just a bit more and he leans his head back with a gravely sigh. Sarah’s hand covered in leather feels different on him than if it were his. He’s familiar with the sensation from his own gloved hand but her nimble fingers make Copia’s eyes roll back slightly as she strokes easily around him. “You’re always so good for me, yes. Such a good Cardinal…” he curses, feeling lightheaded as his orgasm builds. “So good for your Papa.” Copia chuckles low at the small surprised gasp that escapes Sarah’s lips while her hand falters.

“Papa?” Her eyes are wide open, mouth parted slightly.

“Yes.” Copia pants, feeling his cock twitch. He’s so close after finally having her hands on him from a night of relentless teasing. “Papa Emeritus the Fourth. And you, my devoted, doting cardinal, should receive my first unholy communion.” His free hand moves to cup her face, his thumb sliding to Sarah’s parted lips. He looks down to find her trembling in anticipation and the smell of her arousal floats around him, spurring him on. Filthy little thing, she’s so into it he thinks. “However, I don’t think you’re showing me enough reverence, Cardinal. I need you to show me you mean it.”

“I-“ she swallows. A soft whine leaves her lips. “I would be so honored, Papa.” Sarah breathes. An jolt of pleasure is shot down to her cunt as a heat pools in her stomach. He’s exuding the power and confidence a would-be Papa should poses and she’s very attracted to it, to him. His eyes burn into hers and she can’t look away; Sarah thinks she can feel his green and white irises on her skin as he watches her below.

Copia’s thumb rubs some of her saliva around her lips, coaxing them to open wide. “Then beg me for it.” He growls, his voice lowering as he looks deep into her eyes.

“Oh, please.” Sarah brings her other hand up, moving them into a praying hands gesture as she takes over pumping around him. His hips shift forward, following the direction of her palms, resting the head of his cock in front of her lips and she leans forward to give it a few tentative licks, then moving to place tender, open-mouthed kisses around him while maintaining eye contact with Copia. Whispered pleas leave her lips in-between loving kisses.

Sarah hums around his salty taste as she closes her eyes and Copia rumbles a deep, toe-curling moan as he leans back, thrusting slightly towards her mouth. Between the pleasure of her lips and hands on him, he feels the tight coil of pleasure ready to burst. “Open, C-Cardinal, and receive m-my ah! Cazzo!” The coil springs free as he unloads a thick stream of come onto Sarah’s tongue. His breaths come gravely as Copia’s body is overtaken by a warm buzz spreading from head to toe as pleasure takes over.

She swallows as much of his release as she can, whispering a few soft “Thank you”s against the tip of his cock as she massages her palms around Copia, helping to soothe him through his high. Sarah looks up with a messy smile as she caresses him, finding Copia to be grinning with his head leaning back as he breathes through the sensations.

“Thank you, tesoro mio.” Copia softly strokes her cheek before moving his hands back over hers, stopping her hands before removing them. He drops down unceremoniously onto his knees, cringing lightly at one of his joints popping and Sarah laughs, a small bubble of happiness that he cherishes nonetheless. Copia holds her face with delicate hands as he leans in to kiss her, tasting his spend on her tongue as he quietly thanks her for her devotion once again.

He leans to the side, grabbing a few tissues from the nightstand and wipes her face to clear off the rest of his come. A small kiss is placed on her cheek and he lifts Sarah’s hands in front of him, biting his teeth down in the tip of her index finger. Slowly, he drags the supple leather from her hands and does the same to his. “Should we get this off?” Copia asks, tracing his finger along the top of her bra cup.

“There’s a clasp, behind.” Sarah rasps, pointing behind her back. He nods, leaning in to kiss her again while he reaches behind her back to undo the hooks and quickly the contraption falls limp in front of her. He tugs it away, pressing his lips to the free expanse of skin. “Copia.” She breathes, leaning her head back, pulling him closer as he kisses down from her shoulder to sternum. He tilts his head to the side to place small pecks on either side of her breasts, dragging his fangs across the soft, sensitive skin as he moves his mouth around her chest. She giggles as she feels Copia’s mustache tickle on her once again while he worships her.

“Lie back for me.” Copia whispers, nudging her to fall back into the mattress, leaving her legs bent over the side, spread open for him to move closer. Copia can see the shiny collection of her desire through the fabric of her panties, and he leans in, mouthing at the taste. Sarah whimpers above him when she feels the vibrations of his hum and he smiles, his hands moving up to grip her hips. He tugs lightly at the waistband as he pulls back slightly. “What about these?”

“Sna-aps!” Sarah yelps, not expecting Copia to lean back down to lick and suck on her through the fabric. “T-there’s snaps on the sides. They should come, ohhmmmm, come apart with a light tug.” She grips the sheets tightly in her fists as he leans in further, building up her frustration. Her hips buck in small movements against his teasing mouth.

Copia leans back, smiling at the state of Sarah. Eyes closed, face scrunched, and her hips fidgeting now from the lack of contact. “Perfect. I don’t have to take these off to remove your underwear.” He strokes his hand across the garter belt and stockings. “I’d like to keep them for now.” Copia grins wickedly.

The waistband of her panties come apart with ease and he slides them off. Copia licks up the inside fabric, the side that went directly onto her skin, and inhales the unmistakable, intoxicating scent of her. He lifts her foot, pressing gentle kisses around her ankle and grazing over her soft mesh-covered leg with care. As he rises up her legs, his teeth press down, biting the plush skin of her thigh where she isn’t covered by fabric. He breaks skin, tasting the divine flavor of her blood and Sarah cries out a choked “Copia…”

His tongue laves at her bite as he drinks and Sarah can only let out soft mewls of pleasure-laced pain as the venom kicks in. Sarah grows wetter as Copia places a soft, appreciative kiss to the bite mark before beginning to roam his mouth elsewhere. He leaves faint bloody kisses in his path, drawing a trail up to her stomach.

He’s nearly hard again after recuperating from his first orgasm and he could come undone again from the taste of Sarah’s blood on his tongue but it’s the sight that greets him when he looks back down that has him twitching. With her legs spread open, he can see the enticing, glistening folds of her pussy and Copia dives right in, a sharp yelp of surprised pleasure squeaking out from Sarah as he licks and sucks her sweet juices straight from the source. Her hands shoot to his head, carding her fingers into his hair before she grips some his gray and brown strands for stability.

“Copia! Please…” Sarah whines as she rolls her hips towards him. His mouth slides down for his lips to roam around the entrance to her cunt. He pokes over it with a strong tongue while one of his hands rise to run his fingers over her clit for extra stimulation. “Fuck me! Don’t stop, please it feels so good. Don’t stop.” She cries out.

Copia’s other hand grips her hip holding on for leverage as he digs in further. He sucks and licks in a lust-fueled frenzy as her orgasm builds and builds until she’s spasming around his tongue with a high shout. Her thighs close in around Copia’s head as she rides up against his face, using him like an object to extend her bliss as she arches up from the bed. He hums around her, pleasured by the greedy way she’s using him to get off while he moves his head as much as he can with her hips. Copia’s mouth retreats when she opens her legs with an exhausted huff. He places tender pecks to her lips and clit as her breathing settles, the occasional whimper leaving her as she feels his mouth and now wet mustache over her over sensitive pussy.

He sits back, wiping his mouth. “Delicious, amore mio.” Copia smacks his mouth as he cleans his fingers. “I think I could go for seconds!”

He looks forward, hungry, baring his fangs with a dirty smile. With a surprising surge of energy, Sarah lifts herself onto her arms and moves further up into bed, turning to her stomach to crawl away. Her pussy is too sensitive! She couldn’t take any more right now! Copia laughs lowly behind her as she attempts to escape his amorous wrath, crawling behind her onto the mattress. She yelps, tired arms giving way to her weight and she falls forward as Copia grabs her by the hips from behind.

“Relax, I’ve got you.” Copia assures as he angles her ass up from the bed. His hand rubs over her back in soothing circles while he shushes her. “You wanted to be good for me, yes?” He asks her softly.

Sarah nods her head below. “Yes.” She mumbles into the sheets.

His hand glides lower down her back, veering to the side to softly squeeze over her ass cheek. She squeaks out and he laughs. “You know I wouldn’t ever hurt you, right? And you know what to do if I am?”

She nods. “I’m green, trust me. I just didn’t think I could handle more in that moment.”

“Bene.” Copia lightly taps lower down her cheek, smiling at the giggle that comes from Sarah’s mouth. “Are you ready now?” He leans forward, sliding his once again hard cock through her folds.

Sarah’s mouth opens slightly as a small moan comes out while she nods. “Yes, please, Copia. I want to feel you lingering on me when you’re not there.”

He grins behind her, settling in with his knees on the bed. “With pleasure.” Copia takes himself in hand and angles the head of his cock to the entrance of her plush, wet cunt. They revel in unison as he slowly pushes in, savoring the stretch his tongue could only dream of earlier. “You’re a gift from Satan, I’m sure of it at this point. How else would I have you in my life?” Copia’s head tilts back as he becomes lost in the feeling of her warm and snug around him. This angle deep inside her has him repeating Sarah’s name softly as if in prayer.

She pushes back slightly in a subtle attempt of friction and Copia halts her hips. He snaps one of Sarah’s garter straps against her skin and she squeaks. He grins behind her, letting out a dirty chuckle at her annoyed desperation. “Please move.” She whispers in frustration.

Copia grips her hips with a firm hand. “I hear you loud and clear, dolcezza.” He drags his cock back slowly before rolling his hips forward in with a sharp snap. She whines below, dropping her body further to the mattress. “Like that?” She ekes out a yes and he continues; a deep, gravely breath leaves him as he leans forward to put more of his weight into each thrust.

Each time he pushes back in, the force snaps the headboard against the wall and she feels the edges of his cape swatting against her legs. The small, soft touches of the cape’s fabric and the hair on his body to her skin contrast with the bruising hold Copia’s hands have on her. He bends down, lips pressing into any bit of her skin he can reach. Just under her shoulder, he latches on and bites down, drawing more blood to drink from her as he fucks deep into her cunt. He envelopes Sarah, covering her entire body with his while they groan together in pleasure. Copia’s arms wrap around her, clinging to her in their shared passion.

Sarah feels like she’s not in her body; all of her nerves tingle with a quickly approaching orgasm once again. More venom courses through her veins, heightening her senses while the delicious drag of Copia’s cock has her head spinning. She’s on the verge of tears from the sensations along with how much she needs to come again. “Please, I need to come.” She sniffles, whimpering out to him. He licks at her bite, soothing the markings before righting himself up with a groan. She feels a bead of sweat run down her forehead as their bodies work up a sweat and when Sarah looks down to the sheets, her eyeliner has smudged into the fabric.

Copia picks up speed, exemplified by the quicker slaps of the headboard hitting the wall and by now there are the beginnings of scuff marks on the paint. His hand snakes down to rub against her sopping clit and she just about cries in relief. The sounds of his skin slapping hers as he rocks into her fill the room along with the squelching sounds of Copia circling Sarah’s aching clit. Powerful flutters of her walls signal the end.

“I’ve got you, amore mio. Come for me.” Copia soothes and she clenches around him, wanton moans leaving her mouth and he coaxes more to let her fall over.

A roaring, hoarse scream lets go from Sarah, overcome by ecstasy that hits her like a freight train while she grips the sheets. She pushes back, riding out the high and feels Copia twitching in her, desperate to let go. “Please, Copia. Let me feel you, too. Ti prego.” She pleads, knowing he can’t be far behind.

The use of Italian catches him off guard as he pants, so close to his end.  “Almost. There… AH!” His cock kicks, shooting thick, forceful ropes of his come deep into her pussy as they both groan. He rocks at a chaotic pace, no rhythm whatsoever as he chases his own bliss. Sarah wiggles against him, begging for him to stop as her nerves create painful jolts of pleasure through her body.

Copia stills, letting them float down slowly from euphoria. He brings his fingers up to taste the mixture of her come along with some of his that leaked out, and he hums. His other hand rubs soothing circles once again down her back and hips and Sarah sighs. “You’re not done, are you?” She claims.

Copia laughs lightly. “You know me so well.” He pulls from her after he feels himself soften and they both let out soft sighs of pleasure as he drags his cock out; Sarah hums out a surprised noise when an aftershock rolls through her. Copia watches their come leak out slowly and his hand goes up to trap it against her pussy. Sarah gasps and tries to move away from his fingers. “You think you can give me one more?” His other hand moves to softly soothe her hip where he gripped her. “All you have to do is sit on my face, amore mio. I need to know how we taste together.” Copia says it so simply that it takes a few seconds for Sarah’s mind to process his words. While she takes in the request, he finally removes the cape and lays it down at the foot of the bed.

She chuckles incredulously below. “I’m not sure my legs will work, mio caro.”

He smiles, helping Sarah to sit up and scoots her up the mattress on their knees. “Stay there.” Copia says softly, kissing her cheek and placing her hands to the headboard. His palms slide from her hands over her arms to squeeze lightly at Sarah’s shoulders before removing them from her. After lowering himself onto his back next to her thighs, Copia settles in and taps his chest a couple times, signaling that he’s ready. Sarah moves tentatively, shuddering slightly at the feeling of their shared orgasms seeping out as she spreads her legs to sit over his body. He helps her get situated on his chest and slowly he nudges her from behind to move up. Sarah hesitates to sit her whole body weight down onto him as she’s nudged up.

“I’ll be fine, Sarah.” His hand rubs soothing circles on her hips. “If I die, I will die with the pussy of the woman I love in my mouth. What a way to go!” He playfully bites towards her and smiles, showing off his fangs.

She rolls her eyes while Copia forces her down and his mouth latches directly to her lips. “Oh! Copia!” Sarah grips the headboard to keep herself up in shock.

He mumbles below her and she can’t discern what he said but he sounded happy. Below, he shifts her around however he needs, nudging her further up so he can tongue into her cunt. He laps up their mixed come, digging further into her. Sarah gasps at how deep his tongue feels inside her and her face scrunches together when his mouth vibrates as he groans from the way they taste.

This orgasm will be quicker to build up to for Sarah, she realizes, and powerful. She grinds down involuntarily against his mouth, swiveling her hips to match the pulsing of her pussy. His nose brushes slightly against her clit and she cries out, leaning back from the sharp jolt of pleasure it sent to her cunt. Copia squeezes her thighs, tapping a couple times as a sign to keep going and she slowly rocks forward again, nudging her clit lightly to the tip of his nose. Sarah prays a silent thanks to Lucifer or whomever was in charge of putting this man in her path as his tongue massages her inner walls while she rides his face. If she were a betting woman, she’d put money on his tongue growing several inches in length as he probes deeper than he normally could.

“Fuck me, Copia.” she shudders out a breathy moan. “I’m nearly there, oh please! I’m gonna co- oh fuck!” Sarah’s thighs clench around his head like a vice, squeezing him in-between her thighs once again as she comes with a violent force. Sarah leans back to hold herself up on her hands, angling off slightly when she feels his mouth vibrate underneath once more and she just keeps coming, rolling her hips through the spasms of her pussy. She feels a strong gush of fluids squirt out from her and Copia laps up everything she can give to him. Sarah falls over, losing balance as she thuds to the mattress on her back with her legs spread open, still feeling short pulses in her walls from her last orgasm.

“Amore mio…” Copia rasps as he moves to follow her, lunging forward to slurp up all her pussy can give. “I could live here for the rest of my life.” he moans as he drinks what he would call “The most delectable of wines and the finest of nectars.” His mouth latches on and his arms wrap around her thighs keeping her body in place.

Sarah thinks he’ll never let go; convinced she will be forced to live the rest of her days with Copia’s head between her legs. She can’t decide in this moment if it’s heaven or hell as a quiet orgasm spreads through her body from his sucks on her clit, surprising Sarah as she comes again on Copia’s tongue. She arches up from the bed, an exhausted moan leaving her lips while she rides out the wave of warm pleasure and drops to the bed, boneless.

When she can’t take anymore, crying out and wincing from true, painful oversensitivity, she swats at him to get off. “Please…” Sarah’s eyes squeeze shut. “I can’t… No more, Copia, please.” She drifts in and out for a few minutes as he places delicate kisses around her body, whispering praises for being so good for him tonight.

“I don’t think I could ever get enough of you.” Copia coos down at her.

“I think… at one point… your tongue grew at least three inches down there.” Sarah looks up at the ceiling in a daze, humming lightly; small aftershocks ripple through her cunt as she lies in bed unable to move.

Copia breathes out a fond laugh. “Call it a gift from Lucifer for our creative devotion tonight.” He rubs circles over her hip and begins to remove the garter belt and stockings, finally. His fingers soothe over the indents they made into her skin

“I don’t think I can move.” Sarah replies flatly. He chuckles lightly at her dramatics.

Copia brings a wet cloth and some sanitizing wipes for her bites, cleaning and tending to her as she lies in bed, motionless. The only sign of life he has is the slow, steady rise and fall of Sarah’s chest as she breathes. Once he’s done with her, he cleans himself and goes to lie next to her spot on his side. She turns her head to look at him as he extends an arm across her stomach.

Copia smiles, dragging his finger over her skin in random patterns. “How are you feeling, amore mio?”

Sarah tiredly grins back and raises her eyebrows. “Spent.” She chuckles and turns to look up to the ceiling. “Like I’ve been ridden hard and put up wet.” she brings a hand up to cup his face and look into his eyes. “You?”

“Very satisfied, yes.” he leans in to press a light kiss to the corner of her shoulder. “Would you be open to a bath?”

She thinks for a second and then nods. “Yes, but you may need to carry me to the tub.” Sarah grins and Copia laughs.

He smiles warmly back at her and nods. “Wait here. I’ll get it ready.”

Sarah frowns at the lack of his touch when he gets up to run the bath. She counts the seconds until she can be touching him again, to be in his embrace as they cuddle in the warm water. Copia adds calming oils as the tub fills and the smells waft into his room where she rests. Once the bath is ready, he offers to actually carry Sarah to the tub but she declines, feeling a bit more strength in her body to walk for herself. She holds on tight to Copia as they walk and when he settles in the tub, she carefully steps in and sits down in his lap so they can face each other.

Copia and Sarah sit embraced in a comfortable silence. Her head rests in the crook of his neck under his chin while one hand touches his chest and the other plays with the ends of his hair on the back of his head. Copia’s hands rest low on her back, thumbs rubbing small circles on the skin he can reach. They sigh, adjusting occasionally as the water soothes their bodies. Every now and then they’ll place small kisses on each other, sometimes moving their heads just enough so they can kiss on the lips. Each one is exchanged as a slow, lethargic press while they let the warm water envelope them in the tub.

Once their bath is over, they carefully dry off and walk back to lay in bed. Copia moves to get dressed but Sarah stops him, blushing as she grabs his hand, asking if they could lie together naked. She softly rubs his palm before going to say “I just want to keep feeling you like this, skin on skin.”

“Can I at least put on underwear so I’m not dangling around?” Copia sheepishly asks. She nods, moving to grab a pair for herself.

They return to each other and move to the bed; Copia lays down on his back with an arm out and Sarah lays on her side, tangling her leg in his under the covers and he wraps the arm around he. She drapes her hand on his stomach and he covers it with his other hand. They look into each other’s eyes, enjoying the now softer touches compared to what was happening earlier in the night. The room fills with silence, only their breaths sound off in the room as they gaze over one another. Sarah’s eyes scan over his face, admiring the dusting of freckles over his skin and grins at Copia’s mouth, enjoying the view of his fangs as they poke out of his smile. When he notices where her eyes have landed, he winks.

“Tonight was fun.” Sarah eventually breaks the silence, sighing.

Copia chuckles lightly. “You’re calling all of what we did together just fun? I must need to step up my game.”

She blushes, leaning to hide her face in his shoulder. “Well, yes the sex was great, amazing but I meant the whole night, Copia.” Sarah looks up at him.

He leans his head back. “Ahhh! Yes, the party earlier was excellent. Some of the costumes I saw tonight were very inventive.” he tilts his head back forward. “Especially you, my Cardinal.” Copia softly squeezes her hand and she wiggles.

Sarah gives him a sheepish smile. “So, you liked it?”

He looks at her incredulously. “I wanted to rip that pellegrina to shreds so I could see the rest of you below. And oh those fake teeth nearly had me lunging towards you.”

“It probably wouldn’t have been wise to damage the pellegrina. I, uh, nabbed it from your closet.” She admits.

Copia’s eyes go wide in realization as he moves to look at her fully “That’s where it went? You know that I’ve been looking for it for a week! I’ve had to wear the other red one and it’s different.” he moves to grip her hip tight for a moment and Sarah squeals. “Sneaky, sneaky, my Cardinal.”

Sarah blushes, looking into his eyes. “Speaking of… Papa?”

It’s now Copia’s face that turns red. “Right. About that…”

“Before you say anything, Copia, I want to say that… I liked it. You were so captivating.” she moves his hand on her and presses a small kiss to his knuckles, continuing in a small voice. “And you helped me get over my nerves.”

“I was worried, at first, that I leaned in a bit too much with the role-playing.”

“Do you, uh.” she pauses. “Is that ever going to happen? Have they told you anything?”

“Nothing so far.” he squeezes her hand before letting go. “But the leader of the band is always Papa. I think maybe right now is a trial run to see if I can handle the mitre.”

She hums, staring at his face. Her finger trails around his skin where a skull design would go. “I’m trying to imagine you with the paint.” Sarah pouts. “I probably wouldn’t be able to kiss you as much. I’d smudge.” She holds his face in her palm and Copia smiles at her.

“I fully intend on getting my kisses. I’ll just walk around with an emergency paint kit.” Sarah laughs, lightness in her chest and it makes him smile.

“That’s so impractical.”

He grins, swatting the air. “Well, I will probably have time to figure out the solution. I’ll ask the other Papas.” Sarah yawns, snuggling in further to the bed and looks back up to him with sleepy eyes. “Are you getting tired? We should probably go to sleep, amore mio.”

She shakes her head, another yawn betraying her. “I don’t want this night to end.” Copia helps to move her to lay on his chest. “I want to stay like this forever.” Her arm wraps around him and she presses a light kiss to his body. Sarah closes her eyes when she feels Copia rubbing his hand on her back.

He softly kisses to her hair, humming as she sighs into him. “Goodnight, Sarah.”

“Happy Halloween, Copia…” she mumbles, sleep quickly overtaking her.

Thank you for reading! I hope you liked it!

*Translations* Bellissima angelo. [beautiful angel.] Senti che duro che sono per te. [feel how hard I am for you] tesoro mio [my treasure] Bene [good] Ti prego [I beg you] Mio Caro [my dear] amore mio [my love]

[shaperaverse-brainrot]

Can you do the character ask thing for Raven?

Thank you for the ask!!!

First impression

Oh good lord. Right. Confession time. I gave myself so many spoilers as I was listening to the albums. I was scrolling the New Albion tag for months before getting into Shaperaverse looking for exclusively DoNA posts, because I was struggling to find any ones I hadn't seen before, and of course I discover the "weird narrator named Kate" had a whole backstory thing. And when I eventually listened to radio hour and had a Lloyd Allen moment of course I stalked his tag and found the Lloydven stuff.

So I kind of knew him as a fan favourite character, and was pretty excited to get to the carnival album on my listen through, to see why everyone seemed to like him so much. And. Uh. Yeah I immediately knew why. Silly clown man who was also a bit of a villain?? Absolutely sign me up.

Impression now

He's my favourite little guy to write about I love him so much. Definitely in my top three favourite Shaperaverse characters if not my absolute favourite of all time. It's really interesting to see how my perception of him has changed in the almost three years (HOW HAS IT BEEN THAT LONG) since I first listened to BotLH, but I think now it's just settled on "Fucked up human being who should probably go to therapy but is trying his very best with what he's got"

Favourite Moment

THE SHOW MUST GO OOOOON THE SHOW MUST GO OOOOON OH DAVID I AM LOSING AND WE NOT NOT WHAT WE'RE DOING BUT MY SMILE GOES NEVER WRONG

Idk if I got the lyrics right but. Honestly that bit in Raven's storytime theatre hits me like a damn truck every single time. Screaming crying doubled over in pain the vocals the vibes the everything.

Second favourite honourable mention has to be the pursuit with Sarah. Because oh. My. God. Being forced to give up your past self as you push harder and harder to save the family you have now. Aushshs

Idea for a story

I am a fanfic writer through and through how dare you make me choose between my babies-

If it counts I really want to finish my WIP on David running into William in level 5 instead of the August Sky Playhouse, and he gets to adjust in a somewhat healthy way and loosening the dam on his powers and doesn't lose his sense of self in the progress

If we're talking about ideas that aren't even wips I have an urban fantasy au where the whole Raven/David identity crisis is that he's a weird demon thing that has to unlearn a bunch of repression to like. Be able to use weird powers and not die.

And as a bonus I have to admit Fayz your Lloydven Cinderella au are some of my absolute favourite Shaperaverse fics of all time I love the way you write David/Raven in them.

Unpopular Opinion

I am. Unfortunately. So basic with most of my Shaperaverse interpretations. The only thing I can think of that relates to him at all is that I wish there was less linear time? Like the whole "Marjolein being with them for two years" and "Lloyd leavimg in a year" and, tying into Raven, him (well, Paul in the cabaret) explaining to Asha in the cabaret that Lloyd's been a doll longer than human, and later to the audience that Lloyd has been in the doll and he in the CU for a hundred years. Just... Not in my head. Nope. Time is fluid. Lloyd may have been a doll for a century but in my head he was like... Both centuries old when he died yet also only like 41. Time doesn't exist. They're immortal yet so breakable mortal at the same time. Raven was in the CU for both a week and until the universe was ripped apart by the chaostrophe. There's such an emphasis on time not making sense and then- (I'll shut up now.)

Favourite Relationship

It has to be Raven and Han Mi. I don't think much more needs to be said. If you haven't already you should check out the twitter tales wiki page and you'll fall in love with Raven and Han's relationship I promise.

Little child sleeping in my arms so soft and safe are you the only truly real I can aspire to create-

Favourite Headcanon

CANE USER RAVEN. It mentions in the podcast he takes to carrying a cane around for pizzazz but in my head he carries it around both for pizzazz and because he needs it to walk. Depending on mood and context it can be because he needed it as David and overcame internalised ableism while getting through his other issues and started using one, because he got injured by Sarah in the postie war and it was an injury that resulted in him using a cane, or simply because he gaslit himself into needing one as part of the Raven persona, starting as pizzazz and then solidifying itself as something Raven Always Used, to the point that if he doesn't have one he will struggle.

[sliceofdyke]

Mutual Icebreaker Questions!! tagged by: @anurarana ty sarah :)

last song listened to: apple by charli xcx

favorite place: monterey bay aquarium! or any beach really where there are shells and tidepools

favorite book: SKIP TO LOAFER!

currently reading: self-portrait with turtles by david m. carroll :)

favorite movie: saving face (2005)! runner up: the incredibly true adventure of two girls in love (1995)

favorite tv show: ooh its so hard to choose but one of my favs has to be gekkan shoujo nozaki-kun!!

favorite food: xiao long bao :)

tagging: @shimamitsu @cloudbends @delarverie @fujoshiwarrior @endorphinmachine @oxu @youtubepoopmusicvideo @ohcitron and any other mutual who wants to do it can say i tagged them! no pressure ofc

pics under the cut <3

[escrivoir]

People I Want to Know Better

TY @citedkisses for the tag <3

LAST SONG? - Cannibal Within (Amigo the Devil) So Amigo the Devil is an INCREDIBLE act when you see him/them live, but not everyone's cup of tea when recorded. Still, all of the songs that he/they (started as a one man project, and he now has a band) do are incredibly poetic and have wild imagery.

FAVORITE COLOR? - I love green. The soft green of moss, the dark green of a shadowed forest, the pale green of the first car I had which I aptly named "Kermit." Green.

CURRENTLY WATCHING? - .... Band of Brothers. Again. But I also watch whatever crappy anime my husband is watching.

LAST MOVIE? - I just saw Deadpool & Wolverine in theatres, which was super fun, although not terribly lasting.

SWEET/SPICY/SAVORY? - Spicy. Jess, what the hell?

RELATIONSHIP STATUS? - Deliriously, blissfully married for almost 16 years. It's gross. I know.

CURRENT OBSESSIONS? - Sleep. My dog. Moving. Right now everything is insane.

LAST THING YOU GOOGLED? - I have no idea but it was 100% work related. Sigh.

Tagging @pleasedon-twakeme for shits and giggles. Go, Sarah, go!

[griffin-wood]

something new.

ps: just thought of it and now I'm yearning to write sum siblings dynamics, let's freaking go. also implied, rus x apollo; the babies. and the second gen of kaia. (also, rus is sarah's oc, ty for letting me explore them heehe) forgive the grammar mistakes, this is literally written immediately without no proofcheck. :") AND uni is killing me a little bit, but some..treats in between the stress cause sob, i hope ur well <3)

tags: @yakov-vasilyev @wayhavenots @ambrosykim

The day isn't too busy for one apollo zarneki, he sits by the counter and went through his recent read. Something about the folkloric tales, and finally continuing his reading of the illiad that he borrows from his dad. The scribbles and annotations in the book was special, as he reads and did some quick research during his downtime at work.

To him, working at a bookstore feels equivalent to living a simple life. He adores being surrounded by books, and from time to time; he find it endearing seeing couples and group of friends come in to discuss the books in between the shelves and nooks of his tiny little haven.

There's always an old couple would sit by the window of the shop, they both can be seen reading together, spending their mundane time together. He always longed for a love like that, someone that shared the same interest in books as he does, to whispers sweet nothings in between the bookcases and reading in each other's grasp. A dream he always wanted to reach, as he saw the dream can be possible through her parents, Kent and Maia. They made his believe that love was real, yet when he's close to finding it everyone just wanted something lesser than him, and it made him stop believing at some point. But, he never stops wishing for it despite his twin keep teasing him about it.

He continue to read his book, only to hear some sighs in between the shelves. He wonders if he can lend a helping help, as the book was left upside down to the place where he left off and makes his way to the shelves. A particular shelve was his location, where he saw a stranger, looking quite stressed in finding a particular book from the shelves.

"may I help you?" He smiles politely, trying his best to help a customer in need. Thankfully the store is not as busy as it always is at the moment.

The customer turns around with a small smile, the demeanor he's giving off to Apollo was a shy quiet looking fellow. "I'm looking for a particular.. tale of Deucalion and Pyrrha. Some friends of mine recommended to come here since the selection is..a lot."

His eyebrows raised in surprise, that's the first he heard someone ever been so specific.

"Duecalion and Pyrrha? That's the first actually I've heard someone acknowledge their existence." He quips in surprise but not in a bad way, it's the best surprise.

The stranger just smiles at that suprised as well at finding someone who is familiar, "It's actually for my thesis, I'm writing on the folklorian myths of the Greek Gods."

Now he's intrigue, as the golden retriever boy says excitedly "god, that sounds amazing. I would love to read your thesis someday!" And then he realizes, he's too excited. He mentally scolds himself at that and smiles.

The stranger seems shy by the outbursts but presented a small smile, as Apollo notices and mentally scold himself again and again. "I am so sorry for the outburst, but I think I know what exactly you're looking for."

Apollo immediately grabs the ladder and climbs on top of the shelves grabbing a particular book, that was written specifically on that tale. He managed to befriend with most of the indie book publishers and many of them manage to give some of the rare copies to his shop.

"I believe this is the one you're looking for." He passed the book to the customer, who's smile widens at the sight of the book. It seems like he hit the jackpot. He wants to say something more, but he couldn't help noticing how in the midst of six billion people in the world, he met someone who actually has something in common with him. He has to say something, he have to!

"and by the way, I'm Apollo, and fun fact, was named by one of the Greek gods." He introduces himself with a funny looking grin, as the customer finds it quietly endearing but his reaction didn't give it away.

"I'm Ruslan." He says softly, a polite tone from him made Apollo smiles. The silence that follow was a bit awkward, but he couldn't help but want to know more about him but there's this fear of actually looking overbearing and terrified of scaring him away.

"nice to meet you ruslan, and hey let me check the book out for you." He says and leads Ruslan to the counter, where Apollo begins to do his duty of the cashier of the quiet bookshop alone, as Ruslan notices the books on his countertop. The Iliad and the tales of Orpheus and Eurydice, and this particular edition was limited.

He notices Ruslan eye-ing the books, and he smiles at that. "I am still half way through the Iliad, Homer had too much to talk about apparently." His words seems to poked fun and tease as he made Ruslan chuckle quietly.

"Homer's thoughts were unique, but some historian does question the authenticity of it." Ruslan adds seemingly an expert in the area of study, making Apollo smiles at the familiar knowledge.

He passes the paper bag, after putting some freebies and bookmarks from his shop as Ruslan pays. He gives him one last smile before he disappears from the store, leaving an awe-struck Apollo sighing happily. He maybe has found a new crush, which is quite early to tell. But he hopes someday their paths will cross again.

-

After his shift is over, he made his way back home to his parents for the weekend since his siblings are finally coming back home. Atlas is back from a backpacking trip in Spain, and Maria is back from college for the week. While his own twin, is also back from her abroad adventures for the semester holidays.

"you're late for dinner." Atlas says as Apollo steps in the house, earning greeting from Kent and Maia as well.

"Forgive me brother, there was a whole accident by the side of town. I had to take a detour." He says happily before sitting by his twin, before nudging her at the shoulder.

"miss me?" He prompts to Ari with a grin.

As she rolls her eyes, "Nope, I already missed the London air."

"Good to have you back too, sis." He says smiling as they all ate the food together as a family.

Once the night has grown late, the siblings decide to have a movie night of their own. He is tucked in within the blanket of the couch but his thoughts still follows the customer from earlier, he hoped his thesis went well. And their conversation keeps on replaying in mind.

"earth to apollo!" His thoughts were interrupted by Maria looking worried and a grinning Ariadne.

"you okay?" Maria asks softly, her hand squeezing his shoulder a little.

He quietly sighs, "you guys can see right through me huh?"

"of course, one of us got telepathic powers, and i literally live with you in the womb. So, we do." Ari says, nudging him a little.

Atlas observes his little brother for a moment before chuckling, "somebody's got quite a new infatuation huh?"

The younger one feels his cheeks redden, as the girls break into laughter. "Oh my god, you are crushing on someone!"

"I am not!" "You are so, who is this new fantasy man of yours huh? Didn't Rooney from last month supposed to be a good lesson mister?"

Apollo feels his cheeks redden, as Maria just gives him a quick squeeze. Despite everything, he knew his twin came from a kind spot, its just what they did. The banter.

"Okay fine, there's...this guy. He literally knows one of the rarest greek myths and he was so cute!" He exclaims excitedly and sighs, remembering their little encounter.

"and what's the myth about?" Maria voices squeak in between the conversation, all of the siblings are filled with curiosity at this point.

"Deucalion and Pyrrha!"

Maria's eyebrows perk in intrigue, "i remember that one, dad mentioned it years ago."

Apollo nods excitedly at that, "I mean, maybe he's one of the many that knew...but, something about him. I feel like I can burst into song right now."

Atlas just shakes his head at that, as Ari rolls her eyes at the enthusiasm.

"Well, did you even try to get his number?" The twin quips in curiosity, before apollo shakes his head.

"I..well, I didn't think it through and panicked, so I didn't."

Atlas pats his back at that, "hey, maybe one day; you'll meet him again. All that fate and stuff happened to me and Jaime, maybe another miracle can happen to you too."

Maria pushes a strand of her hair before smiling, agreeing what Atlas is saying. Ari seems to be reluctant to agree, "Do you really think the guy's legit? What if its just another repeat Rooney."

At the mention of the cursed name, he shives slightly.

"Rooney was straight up, forgive my language. An arsehole." Maria agrees, as the guy in Apollo's past used him most than actually loving him.

"I believe this time would be different...it feels, different." He whispers slightly optimistic in his voice at that. He didn't know what to feel, since he's not a mind reader, or a future reader unlike his sister. But, something about this new guy, screams much better than Rooney ever would be.

Ari stares at him a moment, and knows how he always be. The optimism in the little guy never died. "Fine, I'll wish as well for the mystery guy to return. And also, what was his name?"

"Ruslan." He announces to the rest and sighs, maybe it can be something or nothing. But, he'll never know if he never tries.

And then, it happened. Fate was written within them once more, when he sees his familiar form in between the shelves of the bookstore. This is a sign, a sign of something bigger and better.

The start of something new, better.

THE END.

[official-arbys]

ooogh this is a long one (but ty for the tag tho 🫶)

Lockscreen (made for me by my wonderful partner)

🍫chocolate

✨theres so many i cant remember them all but off the top of my head, pumpkin, greenbean, beesers, kristopher, bugboy, isopod boy ect ect

🎵 sarah by alex g

✏️a couple times a while ago, never really finished anything worthwile tho

😏nope

💛 nothing but the good ol regular ear piercings, tho i plan on getting gauges sometime in the future

🐰mmm their word choice? Idk

🍪hmm blueberry chocolate chip

🐶kinda both but never had a cat growing up so ig i lean more dog person

🎧love the look of headphones but earbuds are just easier and dont hurt my ears

🌼 probably “mmhmm” lol

🙃the word dork actually is the word for whale penis (yes i got that from sanders sides lol)

🦉night owl definitely but i wish i could see the sunrise more often

🧸my bed, but specifically midday when the warm sun is coming in through my window

🏳️‍🌈yup! Demi aro, ace, transmasc, bi, and ambiam

🦋 loud, passionate, artist

👖mmm 50/50

🥤i dont order from starbucks but i like tea

🧡i think all colors are pretty in different contexts.. EXCEPT FOR FUCKING CHARTREUSE, FUCK THAT COLOR I THOUGHT IT WAS RED AND ITS JUST BABY VOMIT GREEN

💎 i have a bunch of prized posessions, but probably my isopod stuffie i got for christmas? Either that or my lemon demon spirit phone records

☕️ tea

🦖 the kaua‘i ‘ō‘ō bird

🌙hmm since january i think?

🌴 mmm hatchet

🐸 id say grunge-ish? Lots of dark clothes and flannels. My friends say i look like a dirty skater guy lol

🔮freelance artist maybe?

💙 taken by my two favorite peoples

🌿 black jeans, my doodled on black converse, my will wood icimi tee and my brown flannel + my encased beetle necklace

🎤 i used to know all the lyrics to every steven universe song

🤎brown

💌 yes all the time

💄not if i can help it

🌸”you look queer”

💕oogh ive got alotta favorites but it ill @ my irl mutuals @official-carmex , @theequeersdeservebetter , @prince-seal

~ 💖 ASK GAME 💖 ~

📷 What’s set as your phone’s lockscreen?

🍫 Cheese or chocolate?

✨ Do you have any nicknames?

🎵 Last song you listened to?

✏️ Have you ever written fanfiction?

😏 Are you on discord?

 💛 Do you have any piercings?

🐰 What do you think says the most about a person?

🍪 If you were a cookie, what kind would you be?

🐶 Are you more of a dog person or a cat person?

🎧 Headphones or earbuds?

🌼 What’s the last thing you said out loud?

🙃 What’s a weird fact that you know?

🦉 Are you a morning person or a night owl?

🧸 Favorite place to nap?

🏳️‍🌈 Are you a member of the LGBTQIA+ community?

🦋 Describe yourself in three words.

👖 Jeans or sweatpants?

🥤 What’s your go-to Starbucks order?

🧡 A color you can’t stand?

💎 What’s your most prized possession?

☕ Coffee or tea?

🦖 Favorite extinct animal?

🌙 How long have you been on tumblr?

🌴 Desert island item?

🐸 Describe your aesthetic.

🔮 What’s your dream job?

💙 Relationship status?

🌿 Describe your favorite outfit.

🎤 Is there a song you know all the lyrics to?

🤎 What color is your hair?

💌 Do you talk to yourself?

💄 Do you wear makeup?

🌸 Best compliment you ever received?

💞 @ your favorite blog.

Reblogs are appreciated!

[ollie-m-draws]

tagged by @buffyjackets , ty for the tag! :3

RULES: list 8 tv shows to get to know me better! but im going to break the rules and list 10, because i cannot help myself. btw, #1 truly is #1, but the rest are not ordered in any particular fashion

bojack horseman. this might come as a surprise because i hardly ever rb anything about it but this is probably the show that has had the biggest impact on me as a person. i could go on and on and on and on about how meaningful this show is to me

buffy the vampire slayer. i watched it first when i was a preteen, but now i'm rewatching it and it really has a chokehold on me lol.

the wilds. im devastated that it was cancelled. i love those girls. rip my silly little island show

orphan black. rachel duncan you will always be famous <3 also helena, mika, beth, sarah, and krystal

killing eve. simply pretend season 4 does not exist, and everything is fine. season 3's finale actually is a really good ending

doctor who. like btvs, i watched this first when i was a preteen. unlike btvs, it did not take me until several years later for it to rewire my brain.

la casa de papel. i just like seeing a fucked-up found family doing crimes together lol

yellowjackets. something that almost all of the shows on this list have in common is that they contain fucked-up women. this show has a high concentration of them, so it's an easy pick

the L word. i'll be honest that i have not rewatched this since i was like 13, but i DO remember bits and pieces very well, and it has so many iconic characters & quotes. jenny schecter is so unpalatable and i love that for her

dead like me. this is a bryan fuller show from like 2002 about a girl who becomes a grim reaper. fuller is more well-known for hannibal and pushing daisies, but this is the one i was obsessed with as a teen. (i think there's also an episode of hannibal that's like...a stealth crossover or a shoutout to dead like me? idk i haven't seen hannibal.) it definitely uses some...outdated language...but i think it still otherwise holds up decently well. it's funny and profound and i love love love daisy adair with my whole heart.

tagging: uhhh i am being called away to watch btvs w/ my sibling lol. so, anyone who wants to do this, consider yourself tagged! also note that i fully broke the rules and it was supposed to be 8 shows.

[youngpettyqueen]

woah tag game! tagged by @thebreakfastgenie ty!!! <3

name: Queen or Dukes on here, I try not to go by my actual name but if you know my main, you've probably guessed my name lol

pronouns: he/him, fine with they/them if youre uncertain

where do you call home?: Manitoba, Canada!

favorite animal: cats <3

cereal of choice: hm its been a while since I ate cereal. probably Honey Nut Cheerios!

visual, auditory, or kinesthetic learner: probably kinaesthetic. I have auditory processing issues and my visual memory is very very bad dkfjgdkgjhd kinda just leaves kinaesthetic as the only option

first pet: a tuxedo cat named Kyoko who we got when I was about 18 months old, loved him to death even though he was a bastard

favorite scent: dusty old books or garlic frying

do you believe in astrology: I dont know enough about it to comment tbh. I dont pay attention to it. probably not

how many playlists do you have on your music service of choice: like 10+ I make writing playlists and playlists by decade and character playlists and general playlists and-

sharpies or highlighters: highlighters, I dont really use sharpies for anything but writing on something I need to be permanent. I do like the sharpie smell tho

song that makes you cry: I dont tend to cry at music but one of my old jobs used to play Come to Me - Foo Fighters as part of the work playlist and after my Nonna passed I couldnt hear that one without bursting into tears

song that makes you happy: right now its Shout - The Isley Brothers

and finally, do you write/draw/create: yes a lot! I write like, every day. but I also draw, though not as much as I used to, and I crochet on the daily as well

Sarah tagged a lot of people and pretty much everyone I would've tagged so! if you see this and want to do it, consider yourself tagged and feel free to do it <3

[lovelandfrogman]

tagged by @courfeyracs-swordcane !!!! ty for the tag!!

RULES: Reveal the titles of the documents in your WIP folder and tag as many people as there are documents. Let others ask questions about the ones that interest them and post snippets or explain the contents as you see fit!

i may not be a writer but i wanted to join in w my extensive TO DRAW list on my phone >:)

i love an excuse to post wips+doodles, and to get these ideas out there so that i hopefully will be forced to put them into reality!!

so yea feel free to ask abt em if you’re curious, but it’s also just fun to post this whole list hehe

parker prime + nuclear warning message thingy

parker burning hill mini animatic

parker failed son/sun

wyatt mason designs

nat wilds+dimi+ivy

432 + memento quote

432 + timekeeper piece (sarah sze)

house of leaves abt THOSE TWO segments (ah yes everyone will know what i mean by this)

rosencrantz+guildenstern a whole ton of random designs

honkai star rail redesigns

4 dimensional oc

danny+katos redesigns (ocs)

not tagging anyone but if anyone feels like joining in pls do so >:))