#which you should probably not look too closely at cause I'm not great at drawing 'em

[rawpastamoth]

Yuppp I finally actually drew something for this game. LOL

Unfiltered version + original screenshot under the cut

[kaijuparfait]

long ramble of me going through the venom trailer because i am insane totally normal about it

this isn't anything professional, just me spouting out random words as i run around in circles like an excited dog-

OK LET'S GO:

firstly... king please change your clothes its been years, why are you still wearing that exact same outfit???

BUT i am a sucker for the light going over and past Eddie as he walks, i just think it's so cool hehe,,

E: "You should probably know that I have a really dark and unpredictable side to me."

hmmm... i'll believe you. at first, it sounds like he's telling this to Venom, but I wouldn't be surprised if Eddie is telling this to someone else and this "dark and unpredictable side" is Venom.... Or he is telling this to Venom and Eddie just really wants to kill now which. I am ok with that, love that for them, they should be allowed to do what they want

cleanly punching off the lock via the ~ Power of Friendship ~ (or something like that)

not the dogs :( i'm assuming this is a place to hold dogs for like. dog fighting?? i think? which is terrible and those guys deserved to get their heads eaten!

E: "I'm giving you a chance, sweetie."

LET. EDDIE. KILL. everyone say thank you Tom Hardy for being Eddie cause WOAH i am. normal.

V: "Just say "when"." E: "...when."

WE'RE SO BACK its just like the "Mask!" "Copy." bit from the first movie omg we're so back, these two make me ill i love them sm

also Eddie not even flinching at the knife, most likely Venom turning off the pain (or something) but I like to think Eddie's just cool like that (these close ups of Eddie's face makes me wanna do a study on him, just draw him a million times for the fun of it, and i will! Tom Hardy is a beautiful man!)

either venom is fully acting as shoes or Eddie is wear the most busted up pair of crocs i have ever seen and both options are so great. either way- KICK! that guy is GONE you even see him slouched against the wall, surrounded by bricks in a later scene, Venom and Eddie are not messing around this movie!

I- hhhhh. ok. I'm ok. Yeah these two are NOT messing around, Eddie could not care less about these dudes, there is no hesitating, no guilt, no fear in this man's expression AND I LOVE IT <333 GET ANGRY! GET SCARY!!!

AND WE HAVE THE BOI. THERE HE IS!!! the roar sounds different too i think, it's very cool tho, feels like a shrill, higher pitch than i expected but i don't dislike it

let the dogs be free! they immediately start attacking those guys and i love it <3 doggy :3

AND EDDIE IS FIGHTING TOO WOOOOO i need to redraw all of these frame cause WHEW! making me blush with these shot compositions, so good. so much trust, Eddie knows Venom will keep him safe and jumps in! literally! i adore how Venom's head is following him too, it's so creepy, the way it just slithers through the air, I wish to send all my love to the teams who work on Venom, there are so many points from the trailer and the first 2 movies that I wanna dissect, just to point out all his little movements, very fun

speaking of his little movements- squinty eyes :3 and the half venom, half eddie face again! always a win, forever iconic <3

tearing apart this venom scene OK! the little tendrils by Eddie's face, the way they move around is so UGH its so weird and i adore it! This "pose" is also fun because we really get to see the inside of Venom's mouth, most importantly his teeeeeth, in a long, pretty still shot that isn't when his mouth is wide open, the artist in me is loving it

also the team always does an amazing job on just making Venom look alien- the thick veins, the shiny black skin, and the tendrils that are holding up the bad guy split apart, instead of being just one tentacle, very gross, but in a good way

E: "We.. are..-" V: "WE ARE VENOM!" E: "We.. are..-" V: "VENOM!!" E: "No.."

They share one braincell, holy fudge, I love symbrock fjdkslfjsdk

and Eddie just keeps trying! same tone, same level, and Venom is so excited

V: "Oh!"

(I also love these shots because we get a nice close up of how Venom's mouth moves when pronouncing words)

E: "Yeah.. We.." V: "We.." E + V: "are... Venom." E: "...We really need to work on that."

and they get there eventually lmao, the way they say it is so in sync, even the eye movements are the same, how they open wider, and THE VOICES hhhh the voices.,,.. Tom Hardy is such a good. voice actor? in this sense ig.. i am on the ground, pure joy with how Eddie and Venom's voices overlap here

and Venom goes to town! lovely meal <3 getting a meal with the bf <3

I am LOOKING oh my goodness his mouth can open WIDE... normal feelings rn, yup, mhm!

doggy :D dog friends :D also Eddie no shot you stole that guy's shoes lmao??? nice boots tho (as someone who wears cowboy boots often, i would love to see Eddie in a full outfit.. putting that in the drawing idea list...)

V: "DELICIOUS! You take me to all the finest places!"

see! dinner date! :3 I can just hear the smile on Venom, i love when he's happy

and the world's most pathetic wet cat of a man (I say with the upmost affection) is back!

more proof that Eddie is never NOT sweating and that Tom Hardy's Eddie voice has the most confusing accent- i think he's saying

E: "Honey, I don't know."

but he could very well just be stuttering, or maybe he stopped midway and instead said "I need- I don't know." but i'm hoping they're at the point of pet names, go full comic, let Eddie call Venom "love" and "dear" and "my darling"

[Edit- thank you @.bridoesotherjunk for pointing out that he says "I need a Tylenol." i need better listening comprehension i guess??? lol?]

i don't know 100% of the Venom lore, still have tons of comics to read, so i won't talk much about the potential storyline here but- 4 SYMBIOTES!! maybe maybe maybe the Life Foundation Symbiotes... these babies got some funky colors.. they already used the name Riot but these 4 could be Lasher, Phage, Scream and Agony if i pray hard enough, the colors don't match but i can dream!

totally not emotional over this little bit of Venom that was left behind from that one after credits scene trying to bond with a host gently. yup yeah my heart isn't hurting at all!

LET MY BOY GO, HE DID NO WRONG!!!

my favorite local cryptid, what a creature

and he changed! finally! nice shirt tho, buttoned up only part way? the HAIR??? good stuff

fire seems to be a known weakness now, looking at the background, and i can't guess what they're looking up at, Eddie does speed up for it tho. I'm gonna say either a helicopter or something else they're gonna try and jump up to? Venom does go-

V: "OH SHIT"

during this scene so maybe it's one of those Symbiotes from before? Who knows, I could guess a hundred things but idk

THE WATER SCENE!! FROM THAT ONE BEHIND THE SCENES PHOTO TOM HARDY POSTED!!!

Venom in the last bit and Eddie being just himself if the first portion of these clips show that these guys 100% know what they're doing and have some sort of device (shown in the right image) that is capable of doing some crazy damage to Venom! Which! Oh no!!! I enjoy fight scenes underwater tho (Looks at Godzilla), very hyped for this one, I really wanna see how Venom swims. Yeah that sounds a bit weird but like. no way he's swimming like a human, c'mon now

E: "We are living the dream, my friend V: "You mean it?!" E: "NO."

Can't get over Venom's delivery here, he sounds so genuinely, it made me laugh, especially to how exhausted Eddie sounds lmao

LAS VEGAS??? y'all guessed right, they really are gonna get married in vegas,,

Eddie in a suit, HELLO??? my guy is looking snazzy! really tho, he looks so nice a suit, the BLACK AND WHITE suit? perfect. I saw people saying that they hope that Venom is the suit and just. me too..

MRS. CHEN RETURNS omg this cast are all so <333 she is GORGEOUS that dress is beautiful on her AND HER HAIR Mrs. Chen my beloved

Mrs. Chen sounds so happy to see Eddie, and Venom also very excitedly say hi, my heart is going to burst, it is overflowing, this part of the trailer makes me smile so much AND THEN THEY DANCE WITH EACH OTHER!!! I know it's called The Last Dance but I was not expecting a dance with Mrs. Chen??? I am more than ok with this tho, Venom and Mrs. Chen, dancing on the stairs, they look so happy, they're having such a good time i can't, my heart can't take this <3

AND LOOK HOW THEY HOLD HER HANDS.. they... they care about each other so much i'm going to cry in the theaters- no i'm gonna cry NOW.

is that a xenophage i see??? that thing is HUGE HUH??? i fully understand Venom in this (side note, i ADORE how Venom goes "JESUS CHRIST" upon seeing this thing, the line delivery get's better every film, that was so genuine) this design is insane tho, i might spend some time doing a study on it

Toxin is here! YIPPEE!!! love the voice, thought it was Venom for a second the first time i watch this but its pretty good

I have no clue who the people are that are in this tower thing, I've seen a few theories but i ain't embarrassing myself by guessing wrong here lmao

(running out of image spaces sorry!)

in the clip of Venom walking into this lab (?) and then getting violently shot at, is it just me or does Venom seem small? I'm guessing the door is just really big but like. idk maybe i'm just mixing up my Venoms and thinking that he's not as big as I remember

really quick cut of what may be 2 more Symbiotes like the 4 from earlier? maybe they're the same and are just changing colors, maybe they're new, who knows! I love their colors tho, the one on the right (in the clip) looks like it's blue and pink and i think that's cute

Xenophage breaks into this lab, love that for her, she is still terrifying!

E: "We may not make it out of this alive, buddy."

haha what do you mean by that king?

V: "Eddie... the time has come..."

HAHA PAUSE. uhm. he said the same thing last time at the end of Let There Be Carnage and Eddie didn't let him go but, istg, IF THEY DIE AT THE END OF THIS MOVIE. i know its the last of the trilogy BUT THEY DON'T NEED TO DIE, SONY, MARVEL, DON'T DO THIS TO ME. i am going cry violently at the writers... i don't think i will ever stop crying if they die at the end

they're in this busted up helicopter, already intriguing, but when it zooms in on Eddie's face, he's tearing up??? this movie is checking off every emotion, i need to remember to stay hydrated before i go see it, i will cry so much

I don't even think i'll be able to handle just one of them dying, the end of the first movie made me tear up the first time i saw it, and that was before i was as insane about them as i am now, i will be UNWELL in the theater

And last but certainly not least. HORSE VENOM WOOOOOO

the design for this things is insane, i didn't think i'd ever wanna draw a horse in my life but like.. kinda changing my mind ngl (weird detail, Venom horse has hands and feet and not hooves!)

E: "Be honest with me, how fast do you think you can make that thing go, without killing it?" V: "..ONLY ONE WAY TO FIND OUT!"

Venom sounds a bit muffled in this clip which makes it a bit more funny to me, i won't lie. Eddie is hanging on FOR HIS LIFE THOUGH, geez i know he said "how fast" but Eddie gets LAUNCHED OFF VENOM when they go over that cliff. fun reference to the first movie, how Venom grabs onto Eddie as he flies up, like on the motorcycle <3

this horse scene has to be earlier on because Eddie is in The Outfit and is also not wearing shoes??? i refuse to believe he'd put it back on, and in the helicopter-"it is time" clip, Eddie is wearing that white shirt, which looks like the undershirt to the suit (maybe) so the Las Vegas scene happens before them running from the explosion/fire.

oh right, the song that's playing? Space Oddity by David Bowie? yeah it's about an astronaut dying along in space.... which... is not very comforting...

god this trailer makes me so hyped, October cannot come faster i need this movie NOW. please.

man the trailer is kinda confusing, i'm already making guesses on where things happen and what the context could be, but literally anything could happen in this film. there are so many things that just don't make sense yet and it's hurting my brain I JUST WANNA KNOW! are those new Symbiotes or not? What even is the plot? Will Eddie and Venom profess their love to each other? Will Sleeper be real? How many times will this movie make me cry? Only time will tell

...and it's only the first trailer! head so full of thoughts, heart so full of emotions!

[cripplecharacters]

Debated on whether I wanted to resend but here goes nothing.

This is Margo, my OC. She is currently being developed into a Stardew Valley mod. I don't wish to spoil too much, but she fought in The War and was injured. She now has facial + body scarring and a cane. I'm still writing the story, but so far, she has two plots: A, which is her learning to open up and accept the player. And B, which is her trying to find a hobby with the help of other NPC characters.

I'm mainly sending an ask in for feedback on her design. As of now, her torn lip has been edited to show her gums instead of all teeth. Otherwise, nothing has changed. Thank you!

Side question: How should her facial difference and cane be addressed, if at all?

[Image description: two pixel drawings. The first one shows the full body of the character; she has light tan skin, a burn scar on her face, and long red hair. She's holding a cane. The second drawing shows multiple versions of the character's portrait with various facial expressions.]

Hey!

She looks good! I especially like the top right one, very cute :)

I think my only concern would be re: her right eye - is she meant to have corneal scarring or a traumatic cataract? I'm asking since it looks like she has corneal blindness, but that's rarely caused by an injury like that (it's mostly a vitamin deficiency/parasitic thing). It's not impossible that she'd have it from a burn, but I want to make sure you're not confusing the two (since I see that a lot) and these two conditions do have different symptoms (outside of blindness).

If you're willing to address her disability then I think it would be a good idea. I'm not sure what kind of narration you're going for, but it wouldn't be ableist for the player character to simply Acknowledge that she has burns on her face (e.g., before the player learns her actual name, the placeholder could be "red-haired woman with a burn" since these are just her most visible characteristics). It also wouldn't be out of place if the player character wondered "what happened" - I know we (disabled people) all hate this question, but I don't think it's weird for someone to just think that in their head when they see someone (thought crime isn't real, etc.). As long as the player character isn't going around harassing her asking why she's disabled as the first thing they do (unless I guess it'd be to show that the player is ableist and has a lot to learn?) it should be ok.

If you want the characters to discuss "what happened" in the actual dialogue, it'd be preferably after they actually develop a relationship. I don't think it's weird to ask one's friend about their disability (as opposed to demand that information). Depending on Margo's personality and/or feelings toward the player she could either explain the whole story in great detail, leave it at "during the War, a building caught on fire, I was in it; it took them three months to put me back together but at least I'm finally back home, isn't modern medicine incredible?", or simply decline to answer that. All three are valid options; it's not like her character arc will fall apart if the player doesn't know what happened. She's visibly a burn survivor, there's hardly any mystery as to what's going on. Not everyone wants to talk about the origin of their disability, even (sometimes especially) to people they're close to - sometimes it's PTSD, sometimes it's the fact that they're tired of being asked that.

Her cane is more straightforward since in her case, her main "thing to address" are her burns and the cane would probably fall under that for most players. If you want you can have the player character compliment the design of her cane* or how well built it is, especially earlier on when it would be more awkward to just go straight to discussing her actual disability.

*Real life (not writing) tip: Not everyone likes that, please don't randomly compliment real strangers' mobility aids, especially if they're undecorated or without anything else that would imply they want to bring attention to it. A lot of people (myself included) will think you're being condescending.

Other than that, there's no reason to ignore her burns or cane; e.g. if the player visits her at home before going out she can mention that she needs to grab her cane, or put a pressure sleeve on before leaving, maybe on some days she's not available to talk to because she has physical therapy scheduled at that time, etc. As long as she has other character traits that have nothing to do with her disability (which it sounds like she already does) it should all be good.

I also like the plot B she's involved in - I wish this wasn't the case, but so many characters with facial differences don't have any damn hobbies ("obsessing over revenge for making them disabled" doesn't count) and almost never seem to have casual friends, so this is cool to see!

Hope this helps,

mod Sasza

[lauralot89]

Report from Patrick Hennessey, M. D., M. R. C. S. L. K. Q. C. P. I., etc.

I searched this trying to figure out what the fuck was happening, and these were the results:

Thankfully, the Dracula Daily subreddit had my back:

Had the same question and there probably should have been a comma between S and L. MD - Medical Doctor MRCS - Member Royal College of Surgeons LKQCPI - Licentiate of the Kings and Queens College of Physicians of Ireland

He has had another outbreak

Poor Renfield. First Dracula ditches him for Lucy, and then Seward does the same.

I went down to see if I could make out any cause for his anger, since he is usually such a well-behaved man, and except his violent fits nothing of the kind had ever occurred

Except for his fits of violence he's never been violent

led me to believe that he was completely oblivious of the affair. It was, I am sorry to say, however, only another instance of his cunning

I mean that's not particularly cunning, that's what a toddler does when they realize they're about to be in trouble for acting up and/or the Shaggy Defense

Only resolution and habit can let me make an entry to-night. I am too miserable, too low-spirited, too sick of the world and all in it, including life itself, that I would not care if I heard this moment the flapping of the wings of the angel of death.

I keep remembering that he's saying all this out loud. So dramatic. Can't blame him.

Her teeth, in the dim, uncertain light, seemed longer and sharper than they had been in the morning. In particular, by some trick of the light, the canine teeth looked longer and sharper than the rest.

There was a full moonlight, and I could see that the noise was made by a great bat, which wheeled round—doubtless attracted by the light, although so dim—and every now and again struck the window with its wings.

what are you even doing Dracula, do you just want to watch your girl transform?

I found that Lucy had moved slightly, and had torn away the garlic flowers from her throat.

Oh shit

It was certainly odd that whenever she got into that lethargic state, with the stertorous breathing, she put the flowers from her; but that when she waked she clutched them close.

This is sad. I'm sad now. Damn it, Dracula.

The wounds on the throat had absolutely disappeared.

Oh shit.

For fully five minutes Van Helsing stood looking at her, with his face at its sternest. Then he turned to me and said calmly:—

"She is dying. It will not be long now.

well it would have been five minutes longer if you hadn't stood there gaping at her

He was stooping to kiss her, when Van Helsing motioned him back. "No," he whispered, "not yet! Hold her hand; it will comfort her more."

Guys, if ever I lay dying, I just want you to know that I do prefer hand-holding and forehead kisses to mouth kisses. I don't know why this will ever be relevant, but just so you know.

"Arthur! Oh, my love, I am so glad you have come! Kiss me!"

Lucy what are you even planning here, are you going to suck the blood out of his lips? His tongue?

Very shortly after she opened her eyes in all their softness, and putting out her poor, pale, thin hand, took Van Helsing's great brown one; drawing it to her, she kissed it. "My true friend," she said, in a faint voice, but with untellable pathos, "My true friend, and his! Oh, guard him, and give me peace!"

no that's fine, I didn't need my heart anyway

Do you ever wonder if Dracula had similar emotions when he turned

I took Arthur by the arm, and led him away to the drawing-room, where he sat down, and covered his face with his hands, sobbing in a way that nearly broke me down to see.

I too am broken

"Not so; alas! not so. It is only the beginning!"

When I asked him what he meant, he only shook his head and answered:—

"We can do nothing as yet. Wait and see."

FOR FUCK'S SAKE, MAN

[skarsgardsnark]

There were also rumours that Bill will be the new young John F Kennedy! And I see people saying he looks like JFK! Do u think that project will be good for him? I really want him to do a drama TV show or a dark comedy with actors like Ncuti Gatwa ( not cause of the Vanityfair, but Ncuti is great in dark comedy lol ). Even Collider wrote that Bill should do a romcom! I can't wait to see what is waiting for him after Nosferatu! I also don't mind seeing him doing his own creative ideas as a director/writer cause after watching The Soul Of A Man, I found out his directing method is kinda close to Reb Eggers! Which I found so interesting. Maybe that's why both Bill and Rob are drawn to each other! BTW, Rob gonna do another movie named The Knight. Do u think Bill will join him? Cause Rob usually works with several actors several times, like Anya, Willem, Ralph Ineson, and more. I'm so happy and excited for Bill! I hope he gets the respect and attention he deserves as an actor! I got a ticket to a screening in NY on the 15th, Bill will be there too, but I'm not sure. Should I get a bunch of followers and give it to him? I respect him so much! Not only as an actor but as a human kind. Or do u think it is weird if I do it? 🤔

Yes, the JFK movie is centered around his days in the Navy. They do have the same eyes so I kinda see the resemblance. Do I think this will be a good role for him? Hmm, I’ll watch anything he’s in but is the general public asking for a JFK biopic? I know old people will probably go and see it but will the rest let it flop and wait until it hits on demand? The director for the movie is James Gray, I’ll admit I’ve never seen any of his films so I don’t know what he’s like but this is what people have to say about him.

https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueFilm/comments/ytikzo/is_james_gray_a_major_filmmaker_whatever_that/

As of September of this year the project is still going forward but he needs to finish up some touches.

“Last year, it was rumored that Bill Skarsgård was attached to play the young JFK. Gray is currently putting the finishing touches on the film.”

https://www.worldofreel.com/blog/2024/9/13/james-grays-next-film-is-jfk-biopic-mayday

If his schedule allows it and he’s still want it then this might be his next project to be announced.

That’s awesome anon, I hope you enjoy watching the movie ahead of us 😉. I recently got an ask saying that Bill will be there to do a Q&A! Followers? Did you mean flowers or am I missing part of the ask? I don’t think I’ve ever seen him get any gifts during a premier. Maybe just take like a nice drawing or something for him to sign. He gets to see it and you get an autograph and you both win. 🤷‍♀️😉

[hexehaus]

About Me

Just some old crone. Grave dirt worn around my neck & Santa Muerte on my shirt.

I'm no pretty young thing. I've been around a long, long time. The only pack I run with are wolves. I spew every thought without a care, my mind is open like a bear trap. Once it closes, yer dead and bloody. Ha!! I'm not that mean spirited, but I mostly think of myself. Could be an opportunist, or maybe a sociopath. Dunno. I'm a complicated bird.

I'm married. Have a 24 year old physicist son named Aleister. Not after you-know-who, but rather a classical Scottish name I chose to please my ex. His middle name is mine - Wilhelm - after my German great grandpa.

My son is brilliant, though he inherited some family traits that I had wished very hard he wouldn't. Serious mental illness - though it can be easily controlled with medication. Mine is, but as others on my other blog know, I'm an electroshock patient.

Ppl nowadays don't know what that is. A procedure in which you are put under anesthesia and one or two (2 for me) electrodes are placed on your head. You then get shocked with 120-250 joules of electricity to cause seizures. This can cure depression. It did for me, when pills & therapy all failed. When I told my son about the joules of electricity that they used on me, he went completely silent for 2 minutes on the phone.

So, that is my baggage! Why do I spill the beans? So ppl understand the methods behind my madness. I had a lot of hospital stays (think "Girl, Interrupted," but not posh & elite) and got nothing out of those except fun arts & crafts therapy.

I always found a tag along too. Sometimes my roommate, but often not. Mostly men, older ones. The hospital staff hated this!! It made my 15 minute checks uncomfortable for them. Dunno why, i have a husband. I was just talking & joking with these fellas. 😂

Anyway, stupid illustrious past! I could probably write a autobiography, but I'm not full enough of myself to think that it would be of interest. It wouldn't be very saucy or hot, though this stuff burns very brightly. I'm a Venus in Capricorn. So is my husband. We have hard times describing what we wanna do together because we are both so reserved! We just have to DO! Lol! 😆 And we do!

I am a little manic, but it's good. There's a lot of uniqueness about this old Aquarius crone. My other blog is mostly about my necromancy practice, or rather my practice, Muerteria. I work with muertos, but one in particular. My sweet Rodolfo. I say this because he is sweet to deal with me!

I should probably say this in my other blog (nfumbewalk.tumblr.com). But something happened on my holiday night. My holiday day, Sensain, was on the 29th. It isn't based on pagan holidays or Christian ones, but i acknowledge the fading light and thinning of the veil. It is the dying time. Well indeed! I was in ritual and who appeared in my mirror, a regular glass mirror? Rodolfo's face - totally clear! I'd only seen it looking obscured or in shadows. HOLY shit! I finally saw him! I almost fainted. I wish i could draw. Rodolfo has been busy making noises too. Footsteps and its like I hear his clothing moving.

Muertera/o/ists wear the humble but mighty Amethyst because no matter how tough the energy that passes through it, it can be cleansed and charged with HTDE. And yes, grave dirt can cleanse your crystals!! The more you know...

My hypothesis, HTDE, or Highly Transmutable Death Energy™ it is called. It contains the spiral of life, or what some may call deoxyribonucleic acid (no spell check!) Or DNA. People contain DNA. They still do after death. Can a grave have DNA? No. But cremains (ashes) still *technically* do, even if you're burned, you can still identified. Crematories just put you in a pine box.

My hypothesis takes me deep into death and what surrounds ppl when they die, where they go, what they do, etc. If you like this stuff and my rambling here, nfumbewalk is for you! I'm just making a long one here as an example. Lol! 😊

My book on Muerteria is definitely gonna take some time! I'm researching the stores of knowledge that have been made to me by my spirit guide. Lorkane has given me so much to learn and has opened doors that I never would have imagined. This is NOT the same channeling like "Seth" from the 70's. Shit be coming true that he tells me!!

i talk at length about channeling both of my grandpa's. More on my other blog. I didn't know either of them. One died, and I met one of them at a young age, and he died right afterwards. They gave me detailed information that I knew nothing about. I researched online & found out it all existed. Never heard shit about Machinists or Grain Elevator Inspectors. He called my grandma an old hag and he said wanted to jet back to Missoula after WWII, but she got pregnant with my mom. 😅 Didn't know that. Lol! My other grandpa is where I got my gifts from. Ben. Cool grandpa, he calls it the Thorp Family Power. It originally was passed down to boys. My brother didn't get it. I did. Aleister, he's so sciencey I dunno. Kinda doubt it.

Lorkane has alluded to something happening during this part of the year. He said early October. Hmm.

Anyway, sorry for this long windy post. Back to spells & herbs!

M.M. 💖💀💖

[red-hibiscus]

180 Degree Longitude Passes Through Us episode 3 analysis

In: People say coffee is 'black as hell' 'strong as death' and 'sweet as love'. Wang: Which one is your preference? In: Black and strong Wang: I didn't know hell and death smelled this good

I feel like they're only partially talking about coffee here. In choosing everything but love is a choice. He probably doesn't care about love and is left with hell and strength. And then of course Wang was like "wow thats hot", as in despite all of In's efforts to push people away he's still attracted. Very much could be reading too much into it

Not gonna transcribe the whole conversation, but I do want to mention that Wang is the one who apologized (with a push from In), but Mol only cried for herself. She did not apologize at all. She just kept saying that she did everything for him and that she didn't want to be hated. Throughout the whole conversation she focused on her pain, and dismissed any kind of pain she inflicted on Wang. Which is sort of a running problem. While it's great that Wang apologized and tries to keep their relationship from totally disintegrating, it should be a two person job. Mol's reasons for being upset are absolutely valid, but she too should apologize. Instead she gets the gratification of Wang telling her that she's great and doing her best so she didn't.

Also wanna mention their whole thing with calling each other honey/darling (cannot remember the thai word I'm sorry my knowledge of thai is basically non-existent). Is this scene in a way mirroring what probably happened between her and Siam? Likely. Maybe in a way she's also feeling like this is her asking Siam for forgiveness.

No analysis I just wanna say that Pond is absolutely gorgeous and I'm very gay for him

Wang: Inthawut had something that draws me to learn more about him. Sometimes he's warm like the sun. Sometimes he's a complicated book. Sometimes he's an abstract painting. But there's one thing that connects us (*plays with globe in In's room*)

Wang I think you know what is it that draws you to In. It's called your father, otherwise known as Siam. But also it's Wang's natural desire to learn and unravel difficult concepts. I think In's high defenses are part of why Wang is so drawn to him.

Wang: I don't even remember the last time I cried In: Really? You're a man now. So you're strong? Wang: I had to be. When I was sent to boarding school, I was very young. I cried myself to sleep every night. I was shocked. I was hurt. I didn't understand why all of the sudden my dad was gone... What about you? When was the last time you cried? In: Around 10 years ago. It was when I was studying abroad. After that, I stopped crying completely. It's not that I'm strong or anything. I try not to go where it hurts. Wang: Can you tell me why you cried that day? In: *avoids the topic and starts talking about the bridge*

Talking about the last time they cried. Wang stopped crying because he had to be strong. In stopped crying because he simply ran from anything that would cause him to cry. Which is why he lives disconnected from society.

Wang you were literally crying yesterday after arguing with your mother what are you talking about. Wang is a lot more emotional than he lets on. He's just better at faking it than his mother. But he was probably thinking about the last time he had an intense cry. And In, you were close enough to crying yesterday too.

In mentioned that he stopped crying when he was studying abroad because he decided to not do anything that would cause him pain. Siam died when he was studying abroad and (I'm pretty sure) Wang knows this. He doesn't really need to ask the reason why, but he wants that confirmation and wants to hear it from In's mouth.

Wang: I want to go look over there Sangkham: There's nothing there. Just trees In: If you want to go, I'll drive you later. Wang: But it's shorter to walk. You've never been on the trail? Sangkham: It's shorter alright, but the trail can be tough Wang: It isn't tough for the villagers Sangkham: They were lucky enough Boss didn't put up a fence

The villagers I still see as a metaphor for other (out) gay people. The forest seems to me as a symbol of gay love. Wang has no problem walking around with zero fear. He's secure in his sexuality. The worker warns him that it may seem good, but it's dangerous and not worth it. As in, not worth being out due to the struggles he'd face. The worker says that the villagers are lucky Inn didn't put up a fence, as in, he's not homophobic and completely dismissive of them. You could see this as not setting up outright anti-lgbt laws, but also not actually doing anything for people.

If the forest is open gay land, then crossing to it is a symbol of coming out. The bridge could be a metaphor for pro-lgbt laws? Or a safer/more accepting society, one that feels more secure to come out it. Going through the river is like coming out while there's still not an abundance of security.

In wants to go and see the villagers the safe way. He's waiting until it feels safe. However Wang does point out that it's not tough for the villagers, and clearly it's not difficult for him. The river is quite shallow, and even the kids can deliver veggies just fine while walking on the trail. Different points of views. It's easy for Wang, but difficult for In. Maybe this is another generational difference coupled with In's fear of anything that could even be remotely risky.

However In IS willing to go, but only if it's by car to visit. This feels like the equivalent of a closeted lgbt person going to pride event or a gay straight alliance club saying they're just an ally. He can go, but not if it means coming out (assuming the crossing of the river is a symbol of coming out).

Wang: What Sangkam said was right. We should be glad Inn decided to go with the bridge instead of a fence. But I don't know whether he will ever go to the other side when the bridge is ready. Or is the bridge only for the villagers to traverse? Inn is meticulous with everything he does. Whether it's making coffee or breakfast, and of course even with this small bridge that doesn't need to be complicated, but he didn't risk it.

Inn may not go to be with the openly gay people even if he had the safety and support to do so. The bridge, representing freedom and openness with your sexuality, is only for other gay people to traverse. It's not for Inn, and that's something he decided. So even if it was safer, it's possible he's so stuck in the past that he just can't. He won't. He's doing everything for other people assuming he's not allowed to use it for himself. Probably a bunch of guilt in there too.

Inn, being a fearful person, is meticulous even when he doesn't have to. He, in Wang's eyes, is making his sexuality/love more complicated than he needs to.

Wang, an open and free gay symbolized by him being comfortable standing in the river, looking & being attracted to Inn, a closeted gay symbolized by him being safe on the bridge away from the other side.

Wang: You never went on the other side of the creek? In: I usually drive there Wang: That's not what I meant. I mean, have you ever gone beyond the creek? In: And why would I do that? Wang: To see how it's inconvenient for the villagers. In: I drive all my life. Of course I'd find it inconvenient. But for the villagers who were born and raised here, they prefer this inconvenient trail cause it takes longer by the main road. That's why the trail is still used to this day. We can't think for others and force our views on them. They travel here. We can establish from that what they truly want. They want a bridge to cross over, but that doesn't mean they want us to go to their side. Wang: And how do you figure they don't want you on their side? You shouldn't force your views and think for others. So you're not a risk taker? Inn: I'm don't know. Perhaps I'm just old enough to know when to take risks

If the bridge is gay love, inconvenience is the risk factor and fear of being open. Like how worth it is it. Inn doesn't want to take the risk. He sees no reason. He's not interested in love, he's barely interested in other people and society. Why would he need to come out when he's content with his detached life.

The villagers lived there their whole lives and thus the risk is normal. Maybe this is like younger gay people, or gay people who have gotten used to the concept of being open. Inn is used to his ways. He's lived a life where he believes there's no worth in pursuing his gay love and risking the hating eyes of society. Maybe he fears that he wouldn't be accepted by the villagers because he's not able to be as open as they are. Maybe he sees himself as just some weird old gay that younger gays wouldn't care for.

Wang questions him and tells him that the rejection he fears is just in his head.

Wang: I don't want to grow old and regret not taking risks. I don't want to be old and have to answer to young people "what were you doing when you were in our place?"

Wang my beloved. I've seen similar words pop up in situations of activism and speaking out about some divisive topic. You wouldn't want to tell people 20-30 years from now that you didn't do anything. Similarly Wang doesn't want to live his life doing nothing because he was afraid to take action. His fear of not doing something and missing out is greater than his fear of the risk.

Something about Wang comfortably being shirtless and exposed in the gay creek as a symbol for his confidence in his sexuality.... But my mind is just going "Pond why are you so pretty it's unfair"

The birthday, if done by someone else, could be a really sweet thing. However this is Mol and Wang absolutely interprets this as her going too far and being all "look how cool of a mother I am". Wang still enjoys it though because it's still sweet and something she went out of her way to do.

However what I want to talk about more is the cake. To an extent, Mol DOES know what Wang likes. She is his mother and Wang is quite direct about his likes and beliefs. It's kind of silly though that she's giving him a symbol of what he likes, but forbids him from actually going out and doing it. She knows he wants to travel and see the world and thats good and fine and yay look at this cool earth cake, but if he tries?? He gets a "how dare you abandon your own mother? What did I do? I love you so much don't you know how lonely I am?"

Wang: My idol is... I guess it's my social studies teacher at the boarding school. ... He didn't only teach what's in textbooks. He taught us how to look for what's not in them too. When the whole school got together and called out the principal for corruption, all the other teachers didn't say a word. Only this social studies teacher had something to say Mol: And in the end what happened? You lost because you didn't have proof Wang: You're right. We lost, but it made us more aware of injustice we have to fight to get rid of

There's not really any hidden meaning here, but it perfectly shows what kind of person Wang is, and what things he finds important. His idol is someone who sought out truth behind filtered media/textbooks. Someone who fought for things they believed in. The teacher is likely one of the main people who made Wang such a stubborn independent thinker. Even though they failed, Wang still learned that he should fight against what he thinks of as a wrong society.

I'm not sure how the education system is in Thailand, but I'm sure it's at least just as corrupted as in the US. Kids are fed a filtered form of history. The dark history of the country is skimmed over, if mentioned at all. Personally I learned way more in university courses (half the time not even history courses) because professors are given way more freedom. For Wang to have someone like that even in his youth, you can easily see how it would impact him greatly.

In: The 52hz whale really is my idol. Mol: You avoided the question Wang: Your technique isn't working on him Mol: I know who your idol is. You're just afraid to bring him up Wang: Who is it? In: It's because I know you're trying to set me up ... Wang: The 52hz whale. I like this answer. In: So you know him? Wang: He calls at the frequency of 52hz. No one hears him. He's alone in the ocean. No one knows where he is. He's lonely In: How do you know he's lonely?

I don't understand Mol. She hates Siam being mentioned, especially around Wang. Yet she's trying to get In to talk about him.

52hz whale is a symbol of Inn. Inn relates to the whale because he too is alone, away from society. Wang thinks the whale must be lonely, but Inn doesn't think so. Hinting that he doesn’t believe he himself is lonely, even though he is. If the whale wasn’t lonely, why would is call out at all? By saying that he believes the whale is lonely, he's saying that he believes that In is lonely.

For the past 10 years (after Siam's death, and probably before) In has lived a life of solitude. He's gotten used to it, so much so that he's probably convinced himself that he's fine and he's not lonely. In is likely introverted by nature anyway, but if it was not for his fear, I doubt he would actually isolate himself to this extent.

Mol: Elsa told me I could win his and even Best Lakorn. He told me it's because my lakorn is different. The other four contenders are all BL. All couples are gay.

Prelude to Wang being angry at this. Anyway, I think it’s interesting that her (probably mid) straight romance is seen as a strong contender only because it’s straight. Definitely suspicious, but not a surprise.

Wang: Why is the 52hz whale your idol? In: Because he can live on his own. No one hears what he says, but that's fine. It doesn't matter no one understands him and no one can find him. Wang: And isn't he lonely? In: No one knows if he's lonely. That's his nature Wang: I think he's lonely In: You can't think for others, remember? You think he's lonely because you're lonely Wang: I guess you're right. I'm lonely In: It's not wrong to be lonely. We're human after all. We aren't wired like the 52hz whale

This could be seen as Inn saying that it’s in his nature to be aloof and alone. Because it's just how he's destined to be, there's nothing he can do. He's meant to be alone and he's accepted that, at least that's his mindset. Or he wants to be like the 52hz whale, able to be alone and be ok with it so his past and society don’t hurt him. Whereas Wang knows he’s lonely and doesn’t want to be alone.

Interesting that he says that it's normal to be lonely since you're human, you're not like the 52hz whale. Yet if asked, he says that he's fine.

Wang: Why didn't you just answer it? Who is it mom mentioned earlier? Who is your idol? You think you're sending out a certain frequency no one hears like that whale, but I hear you. Your idol is my dad, right?

"You think you're sending out a certain frequency no one hears like that whale, but I hear you." is one of my favorite quotes from the show. It gives me the imagery of Wang diving into the vast open ocean where In is wandering alone with no one else for hundreds of miles, and somehow hearing his cries and going to him.

[seeklovenet]

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[saltymongoose]

Hey Salty! I made a Birb AU for yer SAM:PN

Basically, the Player who's also a bird handler for a wildlife sanctuary happened to get into a situation where the bois turned into Birbs for who knows how long.

They pretty much constantly wear their protective bird gear as to not get clawed in by the bois who constantly try to perch somewhere on Reader, with Hank as the biggest offender.

As for reasons the kind of birbs they are;

Hank's a Harpy Eagle cause of how they're really strong and big, being known as one of the strongest birds of prey on earth.

Sanford and 2BDamned are both owls bc of their canonically similar body builds.

Sanford being a Snowy Owl cause of how they square up and win against many different opponents. Snowy Owls can and will pretty much fight against animals bigger than them.

2BDamned being a Great Horned Owl being similar to Sanford. Stronk bois and their whole vibe of being intelligent and shit. It just fits him really.

Deimos as a Peregrine Falcon cause of him being a quick lil guy yet still dangerously good at his whole killing thing yanno?

Sorry if this doesn't make much sense lol. Not the best at describing things the way I wann'em too

(Harpy Eagles are so hard to draw. Also, sorry if Deimos is a lil too bright. I'll likely try to fix it later)

Omg! This is fantastic, I absolutely love it. <33333 You were spot on with your analysis of which bird they should be, with how Sanford and 2B would be owls because of their similar body builds while Dei is a peregrine falcon because of his speed. Hank being a Harpy Eagle is just such a good idea too, considering their size and how they excel at hunting.

This drawing is also really cute too, especially since you included their masks and other unique details. They're honestly just really adorable, even if their constant attempts to perch on you could get a little annoying. I can definitely tell why the Player had to use special protective gear since I don't think having four large birds of prey on you would be very light haha.

Speaking of the Player, while I'm not sure how the boys would end up as birds, it certainly wouldn't stop their attempts to "cuddle" with you. If anything, it just might make them do it more; it's not like Doc can do any work without hands, and the boys probably aren't effective at their missions like this (unless we're talking recon, cause who'd suspect a bird of spying on them). So now you have to deal with four huge birds attempting to take your attention, usually by perching on your arms and shoulders or barrelling into your lap so you can pet them. I can also see them attempting to impress you by flying and doing some tricks they figure out (mainly Deimos, but Hank definitely isn't opposed to doing the same).

(Although, they probably wouldn't have the best grasp of flying once they're first turned. Watching them crash goes from funny to horrifying real quickly once you realize just how brittle their now-hollow bones are. Luckily for you, they're quite sturdy, but it's not like they're unwilling to play up any injuries they might get just to feel you touching them and have you looking them over for longer.)

Also, I can see them just randomly attacking grunts if you have to go out (to get them food, no doubt) and someone is stupid enough to get in your way. Like imagine just being an agent and trying to capture this target the Auditor apparently needs back, only to be swarmed by four birds; having their talons claw into you as they peck at your visual cross and screech at you. And then having to explain to your supervisor why you're covered in so many bloody scratches and without the "Player."

You'd also probably have to explain to Jebus what happened because I think he'd probably be furious to find you without anybody for protection if he visits one day. He'd understand at the look of the odd birds who hang around you though, but you might have to stop Hank from trying to mess with him once he gets too close to your personal bubble. (And don't even get me started on Tricky; it's hard to kill him as a grunt, but Hank's not above trying even if he's not one anymore.)

[donat-senpai]

Petting

I know English terribly. Feel free to correct my mistakes.

Please do not read this if you are uncomfortable with the yandere!

Pairing: Yandere! Chat Noir x Reader

tw: emotional manipulation, emotional dependency, hidden threat.

-Purr meow. Sweetheart, please go on.

You shudder, suddenly pulled out of a sleepy state. Look around in confusion, trying to get your bearings. Your hand, tangled in blonde hair, resumes its lazy strokes. Chat Noir squints pretty.

- Can we finish for today? - you awkwardly drawing attention to yourself. Your back is terribly numb and your neck hurts. It is one o'clock in the morning. You dreamily think about how to lie down and immediately fall asleep. Only one thing separates you from your sweet dreams. And this "thing" persistently asks for attention.

-I thought you missed me, - the guy pouted offendedly, after which he gently rubbed his cheek on your leg.

- Yes but... - you shiver. He is unlikely to be satisfied with your words, - it's already late. I get up early tomorrow. And you, probably, too.

The Chat stops your hand with his. You sigh with relief. He sits down opposite you, exuding displeasure with all his appearance.

-I get the impression that you are not happy with me. Since I'm not needed here, maybe I should go and play with your friends, - an undisguised threat flows from his lips.

-NO! - you scream unexpectedly loudly. The eyes begin to water. You are in a panic thinking how to cajole him. You pray that he will not reveal the deception. - I'm so happy that you came today. If only you could stay...

-O! What a great idea. I can just stay today, can't I?

The piercing gaze of bright green eyes rushes in your direction. You swallow the sticky saliva hard. If you agree, you will voluntarily prolong your torment until the morning. If you refuse, he will visit your friends. Who knows how it will end. Chat Noir is incredibly determined when it comes to you. You have long ceased to doubt this.

-Yes. Of course.

The Chat's lips stretch into a happy smile. He falls into a pile of blankets and drags you along. Cold latex is in contact with the skin, causing goosebumps. Chat Noir pulls your body closer to him and rubs his face against your hair. Your fear allowed him to win again. You will have to spend the night in indecently close contact with him again. Well, at least the caress session is over and you can finally sleep. Chat Noir is the owner. And he always gets what he wants.

[stitchthesewords]

Hi so I'm having a physically bad day and I wanna talk about it because I think this would be useful for writers and artists to know! Do not be alarmed, this is simply a Normal Part of my being disabled, I'm fine.

Before I get into it though: this post is only gonna represent my personal experiences with Good vs Bad days specifically regarding my Cerebral Palsy. All disabled people, and hell even abled people, experience good and bad days differently. I'm just kind of putting this out there as a good reference point for writing this sort of thing [And drawing it, I suppose - I'll trying to be descriptive]

So what do I mean by a physically bad day? Well - I'm doing great mentally. Quite happy in fact, working on my stories, but physically I've been in pain all day. It happens. I had a migraine earlier that caused me to go lay down and when I woke up my joints were locked up. Now, locked up means a lot of things to a lot of people. For me it means it was physically uncomfortable and even painful to move my joints, and some of them were so stiff I couldn't move them.

Also, I was stuck on my back like a turtle.

I try to keep my cane close to my bed for situations like this, just so I can sit up to massage the joints, but I didn't have it sitting nearby today. Instead I had to call someone to ask if they would help me get up and pop my joints and massage the stiffness out, which they did.

The next step in helping the stiffness was to take a hot shower, which I put off from a combination of forgetfulness and whenever I remembered, the bathroom was occupied. So, instead, I sat at my desk for a long time and found the stiffness had returned by the time I was ready to shower. What you have to understand is that the stiffness feels and sounds exactly like cracking a glowstick. Or your knuckles. But it's in your knees, your hips, your shoulders. I get it very bad on my right side since my cerebral palsy is worse on that side of my body.

Showering is another thing. I have to be careful, since falling down in the shower is a huge rick and I should PROBABLY use a shower chair if I'm honest but I'm stubborn about it and shower chairs are awkward to move into the bathroom and heavy so. Generally what I do when my joints are acting up is sit on my bathtub side and massage my joints under the running water before i fully stand inside the tub. Generally this is accompanied by a lot of popping noises - a combination of the stiffness loosening up and because my muscle's a looser my bones are sitting correctly again.

Now I'm just sat here taking a pain killer and generally keeping my joints warmer. In the winter, the cold causes my muscles to contract [in the summer the problem is dehydration] so I generally need to be pretty warm. Not like, hot, but I prefer my house be at like 70-72 and wear hoodies and long pants most of the time. I find that helps keep my muscles fairly limber.

All this to say that a bad physical day can range anywhere from a mild amount of pain all the way to being stuck in one position and can even vary throughout the day. Right now I'd say I have a pretty mild amount of pain, mostly in my neck, to the left og my back, and my ankles, whereas earlier by entire body was like a stretched out rubber band about to snap and felt like it to. I use a medicated joint pain balm to help relieve some of it now that I'm showered and I also try not to remain seated for too too long. The more movement I can get in once I've unstiffened things up the better. Water is also good for this! Hydration helps your muscles stay pliable. The sort of stuff I do to stretch out and exercise on a bad day is like what you get when you google 'exercises for seniors. - if you'd like to see what gentle exercise for mobility issues look like, or you need them yourself, i highly recommend Pahla B who has a ton of exercises I regularly use and recommend to my friends who also have mobility issues. In general, someone with mobility issues ESPECIALLY on bad days is going to look for movements that don't involve Jumping or getting down onto the floor, and slower walking around. I look for a lot of yoga and no intensity work outs. Its not about burning fat, its about moving things so I don't lock up again.

I'll probably also be a little stuff in small increments for the next few days and have some trouble getting up from seated or out of bed, but I'm pretty good about staying on top of keeping my body moving to keep it from getting too terribly stiff. Bad days that are Full Body Lock Up bad arent super common for me but stiffness overall is like a 75/25 chance so that is more easily managed....when I remember to do it.

[hogwartsmarvelmommy]

Empty Mugs and Unexpected Hugs (H.O) 🔥

Word count: 3.3K

Enemies to lovers

(HarrisonOsterfeildxReader)

Warnings: Smut (fingering, unprotected sex *Wrap it up*) cussing, that’s probably it..

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With Tom came Harrison, you knew that. What you didn't know was when you had agreed to a roommate situation with Tom, you were also agreeing to one with Haz. “Tom, you said ‘would you like to live with me.’ not ‘me and Haz’” you told him as you stared at the blonde boy who was carrying box after box. He opted to do this shirtless, despite the cold London breeze. A sheen layer of sweat glistened on his overly defined chest, and you hated the way you longed to reach out and touch him.

“I figured you just knew?” Tom said coyly rubbing the back of his neck as he saw the way you stared down his best friend. He wasn't blind, he knew the hatred you supposedly had towards Haz was something with much deeper roots, but anytime he tried to figure it out, you would deflect and change the subject.

“I'm not doing either of your dishes,” you said loudly enough to catch Harrison's attention.

“Wouldn't expect you to, princess,” he winked at you. With a loud groan, and a dramatic flip of your hair, you proceed to your empty room to unpack your things.

Living with Tom and Harrison was way more entertaining than you had ever thought possible. Most nights were spent at the dining room table with one to many empty beer bottles laid out in front of you, while you laughed and joked about things that were probably not funny. Of course there were also the quiet days when Tom was away filming with Haz in tow, and on those days you would usually have the company of one or both of the twins.

“You should just admit you love him,” Sam said suddenly while you were taking a sip of your beer, causing you to spit your drink all over the table.

“Sammy!” You cried out the sting of beer in your nostrils. “I do not,”

“Y/N, It's written all over your face,” Harry argued. They were supposed to be on your side, you had been friends with the twins for years, the only reason you even knew Tom, was because of Sam and Harry..

“I do not love Harrison,” You told them, but even you were unconvinced by your own words.

It was late when you heard the front door to the flat open. The twins had left a few hours prior, Tom was in the states, and Harrison was with him, so who was coming into the apartment?

You were in just a shirt, an old one of Harrison's you had taken a while back, and a pair of cheeky underwear. Tip toeing to your bedroom door and grabbing a golf club from your bag, you proceeded to sneak down the hallway to the large living area where the front door was. Your heart was pounding with the thought of having to defend the place against an intruder, in just your underwear nonetheless. You saw a shadow, next to the couch, and raised the club ready to attack. As soon as you went for it, the lamp flicked on and Harrison saw you charging towards him with a golf club. Luckily he had fast reflexes, catching the club in one hand and your quickly moving body in the other. “Christ Y/N. What are you doing?” he asked, holding your body close to his. You felt your muscles relax into him, thankful he was in fact not an intruder, and you wouldn't have to explain why there was an intruder beaten and bloody by your hand to the authorities.

“I thought you were a robber,” You admitted coyly, stepping back a bit to look at him. His piercing blue eyes looked deep into yours, a small smile on his lips as his eyes trailed down your overly exposed body.

“So you would charge at an intruder with a bright pink putter, in just your underwear?” he asked you. “Also is that my shirt?” you could feel your cheeks heat up. You pushed away from his body with a scoff and turned to go back to your room, already done with him, but his hand caught your wrist, pulling your body back into his arms. His grip was tight as he held your body close to his. Something was off. Something was wrong. This was abnormal, Haz without Tom, and showing you any sort of affection.

“Hazzy, why are you home?” You asked, finally wrapping your arms around his waist, accepting the unexpected hug that you usually would not share with Him.

“Family stuff, I've been back for a few days. Just been with my mom,” He said, still holding you. You instinctively hug him tighter, getting the feeling that something bad had happened.

“You okay?” You asked him quietly. To which he just hummed into your head, still holding you.

“Better now,” He whispers. You're so confused, and exposed. You hear the twins' voices in the back of your head. ‘Just admit it, you love him.’ Was that what you had been feeling for months on end? Is that the feeling you were feeling now, making your stomach turn? “I missed you,” He whispers and you swear you could feel him press a kiss against the top of your head. It's too much, so suddenly.

“I need to..” you push your body away, scrambling to find any words to get you away, your mind is clouded by thoughts and feelings. “Pants,” You finally let out, leaving Harrison in the living room, stunned at how flustered you had become in the matter of a millisecond.

As soon as you're back in your room, you let out a groan, you're so confused. He missed you? You? y/n? Why would he miss you? All the two of you did was bicker, bicker and flirt. Flirt. Because you did in fact have feelings for Harrison. Feelings that were not not supposed to be had towards him..

“Y/N? Can I come in?” you haven't even put on pants yet when his voice calls to you through the closed door.

“Sure,” You call out to him, desperately searching your floor for the discarded sweats you had had on a few hours before. Nowhere, great. He cleared his throat from behind you, while you were bent over, ass on full display. Fully aware now, of how exposed you are you decide to just crawl under your blanket on your bed.

“Did I do something?” He asked, concern plastered all over his face.

“What? No, why would you think-”

“You just ran from me, like literally ran, after trying to attack me with a golf club,” He points out, making you cringe.

“I- Uh, yeah. I'm sorry about nearly attacking you,” You mumble, a little more embarrassed than you'd like to admit.

“So why'd you run away?” he pondered, watching you closely as you struggled to find your words. Unbeknownst to you Harrison was also having an internal crisis. You were Y/N. Someone Tom considered a little sister, Harry and Sam's best friend, but he couldn't help the way that you made him smile every time you couldn't open a jar, and would defeatedly ask him for help after way too long of attempting it yourself. Or the way you would curse at the line of dirt that you could never seem to sweep into the dustpan. The way you would always make a cup of tea before finishing the last, leaving so many mugs with a single drink all over the place, something that would drive any other person crazy, but he just found it endearing, and was sure if it ever stopped, he would miss it.

“You said you missed me,” You finally managed to say, making a smile spread over Harrison's lips. He took a chance, stepping into your room, towards where you were sitting on the bed, and when you didn't object, he crossed the empty space sitting right next to you.

“I did miss you,” He said, grabbing your hand and squeezing it gently.

“We fight, and argue,” You started, obviously ready to explain all the reasons he shouldn't have missed you.

“And we flirt, and share memories, and glances. You drive me nuts y/n. But the second I step out that door, I miss it all. The obnoxious quirks, the way you can't pronounce some things correctly, no matter how often I correct you. I miss hearing you call out goodnight to me in the nighttime, and how you always wish me to have sweet dreams. I don't know when, or why it happened, but yeah. When I'm gone I miss you,” you feel a tear escape your eye at his confession, not sure exactly what to say or think for that matter. His finger caresses your cheek wiping the tear from your face.

“Haz?” You whisper.

“Yes?” He asks, full attention turned to you.

“I miss you when you're gone too,” You finally admit, a weight lifting from your chest. He's thankful to know his feelings aren't completely one sided. Your admission of missing him is at least enough to confirm that you don't actually hate him. “Can I be honest?” You ask, catching even yourself off guard.

“Please,” He says, waiting for you to say whatever you had to say.

“I- '' You take a deep breath, bracing yourself for rejection and embarrassment, but if you wait much longer, you'll never say what you have to. “I get so irritated with you, because everything you do just draws me in. I can't not stare, or listen. It drives me nuts, to be so flustered by everything that you do, and it's the simple things Haz, the way you insist on sitting on the left side of the couch, or how you always make sure I've eaten after a long day. The way you constantly clean up my mugs that I leave everywhere, and you have never once said a thing about them, even if you have had every right to,” you don't even want to look at him, afraid he will be appalled, but you have to say it. “I’m pretty sure I've managed to fall in love with you, while trying desperately to hate you,” you whisper.

That's enough of a confirmation for Harrison, that you're on the same page. With his hand gently on your face, pulling your chin up towards him, he leans in, pressing his lips ever so gently against yours. And the electricity that you both feel from the slightest touch? Fucking magic.

“I tried so hard not to love you,” He whispers. You look up at him through your lashes, his eyes gazing directly into yours, and it's like you're looking at the sky on a clear summer day. “And dear God did I fail,” he whispers, making you melt. He leans back down, this time kissing you with something so much more. It's meaningful, it's beautiful, it's everything you have wanted without realizing it. Your hands are against his chest, feeling each thud of his heart, while his are cupping your face. He kisses you like his life depends on it, and in that moment it surely feels like it does. He deepens the kiss, his tongue making its appearance in your mouth. It's everything and more. You wrap your arms around his neck, wanting to extend this moment forever, and his slip down to your waist, pulling you closer. He pulls away, and a soft whine escapes your lips.

“Tell me to stop,” He whispers, as he caresses your cheek. Eyes searching your face, making sure he's not crossing a line. You lean into his hand, closing your eyes and letting a soft humm leave your lips. With no objection from you, he reconnects your lips for a third time tonight. This time it's hot, so so hot. You can feel the ache forming in your stomach as his lips move from yours to your neck. You need him, you have to have him, just a little taste and you realize you have been starving. With a swift motion you're straddling him now, leaning down into him instead of leaning up, giving him so much more access to your neck and jaw, and then he remembers an unanswered question from before.

“This is my shirt,” He says, this time it's not a question, just a statement.

“Yeah,” You giggle. His eyebrows raise a bit as he remembers all the shirts that have seemingly disappeared over the last few months.

“Do you have others?” He asks. You feel like you have been caught red handed, nowhere to go or hide.

“I- Yes,” You admit. “I like to sleep in them,”

“In just your underwear?” He asks, to which you shyly nod. He throws his head back and lets out a dramatic sigh. He's done for, “That is so fucking hot,” he mutters before leaning back in taking your bottom lip between his and sucking it slightly. He feels his pants tighten as your hips grind into him instinctively, and you're so wet and warm he can practically feel it through his jeans.

“Hazzy,” you moan as he pushes you down onto him, providing a friction you desperately need, even though it's not what you want.

“What is it?” He asks you, as he does it a second time. Your head falls down onto his shoulder, and you don't know if you can even express what it is you want.

“Can you..” You trail off.

“Can i?” he asks, needing to hear you say it out loud.

“Touch me?” The words are like music to his ears, flipping you onto your back as he slips his hand between your bodies, running his fingers along the damp fabric of your ruined panties. The fact that you're this wet from just kissing is driving him crazy. He slips his hand into your panties, finally sliding his long digits along your slit. One thing about Harrison that drove you absolutely crazy was his hands, because dear god were they perfect, his long fingers and veiny tops, you'd be lying if you said you had never gotten off imagining his fingers in the place of yours, and now, actually having the real thing, you felt like you were flying.

As he slid his finger inside you, you let out a gasp, his being so much bigger than your own, and it being way too long since you had been with anyone.

“Say the word and I'll stop,” He says, as he looks at your face twisted in pleasure, but he can't tell that it's not pain, he's never seen you like this before. This is a whole new territory.

“Please.. Please don't,” You nearly beg as your hips buck against his hand. The smirk that replaces the concern on his face is unbelievably hot, his pupils are blown with lust and you're sure yours are as well. He thrusts his one finger in and out grazing against your spot each and every time, his palm rubbing your clit as he does so. You're going to lose it, this is so much better than you could have ever imagined. He pulls his finger out, causing a whine from you, which quickly turns to a gasp as he replaces it with two. If you're falling apart to his fingers you're not sure how you'll be able to handle his cock.

“Hazzy,” You moan out, right on the brink of losing it.

“Come on my fingers princess,” He coos, and that is precisely what you do, your whole body shakes in pleasure, and your toes curl, and he keeps going, as your walls squeeze tightly around his fingers.

Once your legs finally stop shaking he pulls his hand away, and although that was probably the most powerful orgasm you had ever had, it is not nearly enough. “Haz.” You say quietly as he peppers kisses on your neck.

“Hmm?” He hums.

“Need more, need you,” you say, and his head peaks up, a smile on his face, a bit in excitement, a bit in surprise.

“You sure?” he asks, to which you respond by kissing him, you nibble at his bottom lip, and he lets out a moan. You reach down unbuttoning his jeans and sliding his zipper down, and he assists you in pulling them down. You can clearly see his length through his boxers, his cock, rock hard and leaking on to his boxers, it's flattering. You let your fingers trail his length and you can feel his eyes on your hand, and you're not sure if he's worried, nervous, or excited. You slide his boxers down and his cock springs free, and you can see the violent red hue of the tip, he's begging to be touched and he hasn't even said a thing. You wrap your hand around him and he lets out a gasp at the sudden contact, you stroke your hand up and down a few times before, he pushes you back onto the bed and climbs over you. He slides his fingers in the hem of your panties and slowly drags them down your legs, before dropping them to the floor, and then takes his time lifting his shirt over his head, exposing his chest, you follow suit, and throw the shirt you had on to the ground. You're both completely naked now, no turning back, you've made it this far already.

"Y/n, baby we don't have to," he whispers against your ear.

"Hazzy, stop worrying and fuck me please," you nearly beg as you pull his lips to yours in a desperately hungry kiss.

"Christ," he mutters as he lines himself at your entrance, pushing into you at a slow, agonizing speed. Of course he's only doing this to make sure you're ok, his fingers seemed like so much to your tight pussy he's worried he's going to hurt you. But the way you moan out his name gives him full confidence that you in fact are fine. Once he's fully sure you're fine to take him, he speeds up his thrusts, finding a place that is perfect for the both of you. Your legs wrap around his waist as he pounds into you. You're not sure you're going to last long.

"Not gonna last," you moan into his lips.

"S'okay, me either," he says back. He slips his hand down, rubbing your clit strategically. You let out another loud moan before his name leaves your lips, repeatedly as you convulse around his cock, and it's only one more thrust before he completely empties himself into you.

It's a few quiet moments of your bodies laying flush against each other, enjoying the afterglow of sex. "I'm gonna clean you up," he whispers in your ear before pushing himself up and off of you. He disappears from the room for what feels like an eternity, but is back within a minute with a warm rag and a glass of water, and he then cleans you up, being gentle with how sensitive you now are.

Your eyes get heavy after everything is said and done, and you're worried he's going to disappear from your room, but he lays next to you instead. Pulling you into his arms.

"Hazzy?" You whisper after a few minutes.

"Hmm?"

"Is everything ok with your family?" You ask, getting worried this may have been a lapse in judgement on his part because of heightened emotions.

"Yes. Char decided to give us a scare and disappear for a weekend, so I came back to try and keep my mom from murdering her," he admitted with a chuckle.

"Oh," you giggled.

"Y/n?" He whispers.

"Yeah?"

"I meant it. I missed you," he says, pressing a kiss atop of your head. You smile before falling asleep in his arms. Maybe this was a mistake, maybe it would be forever. All you knew was it felt right.

[minkmousesworld]

⌞ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ⌝

𝔲𝔫𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔢: forest au

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: interspecies relationship

⚠ penetration (♀ receiving / ♂ giving), knotting, some primal kink, breeding, marking (bite), sex during the rut / heat, dommale elements

𝔡𝔞𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤(𝔰): raccoon dog! Tanjirou Kamado x wolverine! Reader

Tanjirou was a good boy.

He did everything his parents said: "don't go far from the nest", "don't interact with unfamiliar predators" and "scream when you're attacked." And Tanjirou did this — he stayed close to the nest, communicating only with familiar predators, so he didn't even have to shout when attacking.

Tanjirou was a good boy. Until he met you.

You were a wolverine — an animal that even bears shun.

Tanjirou was already an adult tanuki who had to leave his home. However, it was the end of winter, the beginning of spring snowmelt, and the young were just breathing in the smell of future freedom.

You have already been released from sensitive parental supervision. Last spring (or the year before?) parents let you out — the wolverines were known for keeping their children in their nests for a short time, as was each other's company. "Out of sight, out of mind."

Unlike raccoon dogs.

You liked Tanjirou's family, though. They were good. Tanjirou was good, too; he sweetly smiling whenever he saw you, sometimes offering a portion of food, and timidly holding out shiny things or flowers.

Like wedding gifts. You accepted them and gave him something in return.

Tanjirou blushed sweetly when you brought him a small prey in the form of a hare or bird, and told you that "you shouldn't have bothered so much...".

He was as obedient and gentle as a perfect husband.

That's probably why Tanjirou was trembling under you with overexcitation — in your hickeys, bites and scratches, with his cock standing up and bleeding pre-ejaculate, he was waiting for your actions, legs spread wide, like your personal shameless toy. With his cheeks bright pink and his mouth slightly open, Tanjirou was panting, trying to grab you with his trembling hands and pull You even closer so that you could ride / enter him again.

Tanjirou made foxy noises, beckoning You closer, as if begging you to continue, and smelled so sweet, making You even more intoxicated. First heat.

He was so sweet when he was aroused by desire.

Or throw you to the ground and climb on top of you, and then continue to fuck nonstop like rabbits until one of you gets pregnant. His instincts told him that he should hide you from predators and mate until one of you became pregnant with a brood.

It's not your fault that he went further than before. It's not your fault he got into your territory. It's not your fault that he got into your hole, although he should have smelled the animal in heat / rut. It's not your fault that your smell triggered the early rut.

His tail quivered as his fingers gripped your thighs, clawing at Them, trying to get even closer

But it's your fault that Tanjirou now has the marriage mark on his neck, and he's in this position — submissive, needy, and whimpering when you move away to get better.

You, as older, must take responsibility.

The knot at the base has already begun to swell inside, locking you together.

[♀] You feel very full when the knot enters you. Tanjirou's body temperature is higher, so along with the stretch comes the heat, which makes your hole throb harder, and you squeeze around the dick even tighter. The knot gently stimulates you, swelling and slowly stretching until you feel full.

[♂] You feel Tanjirou's stomach swell and fill with your knot, causing his hole to tighten around you even more, trying to lock you inside. He shivers, taking in a cock that's too big for the first time — to the point where you can feel it just by putting your hand on his stomach.

You saw his bushy tail swaying from side to side as the knot swelled even more. Tanjirou gave a short sob, as if to warn you that he wouldn't last long, and pressed his lips to yours. His eyes were watering from the intense, unaccustomed stimulation, making him more defenseless

Tanjirou, on the other hand, made cute noises as he turned restlessly, and, insistently poking his nose into your face and neck, licked the mark. His body trembled from the stimulation.

Although future responsibility was hard to think about when Tanjirou was licking you like a puppy again, knocking you to the ground and now having the advantage..

Tanjirou kisses you before nuzzling your nose, making soothing noises as you feel the climax build up — the knot has already become too big.

"I'm so happy… Thank you for agreeing to making with me... P-puppies… I love you…"

"I'm sorry… I'm sorry… I'm so sorry... I... I'll take care of you... Really take care of you... Please�� Our puppies… They will be strong… Please... I... I love You…"

The knot deflates suddenly, falling sharply, even without the need for "uncoupling", and immediately gives a strange feeling of relief along with the tension and pressure. Tanjirou tries to snuggle even closer, as if trying to create an imitation of the same fullness, and kisses you again, without even giving the impression that he plans to leave.

"W-we are now… Are we a family now?.. Please take care of me…♡"

You only bite Tanjirou's neck again, which makes him sob even louder, but his body presses even closer, as if in an effort to merge. His fingers grip your shoulders, squeezing them until a thin, short trickle of blood slowly begins to flow from your neck.

"I-I hope I'll be a good husband to you!... I will not fail your trust…"

You've cared for each other and spent the night together. You should become a couple. After all, doesn't Tanjirou look like the perfect partner for anyone? He will be a great mate to care for your puppies.

Raccoon dogs are great parents.

While licking your neck, Tanjirou nudges you with his nose, drawing your attention. And in his eyes, sparkling with excitement and tenderness, sparks burn as his fingers slide lower — and begin to caress you again, creating circles on your stomach with gentle touches.

"Your smell hasn't changed… Do you still need my help? I'm always happy to make you happy! After all, I want to be a good husband to you…♡"

[trollishly]

Valkyrie Pt. 5 • Ivar X Reader

A girl shows up bloody and beaten to Kattegat. The Queen and her sons take an interest in the girl, especially Ivar.

Warnings: Gore, Swearing, Mentions of sex, Angst, Anything you'd expect from Vikings

The harsh chilled wind of Kattegate’s forest whipped the the thick furs that laid upon her shoulders. The forest seemed to be alive, as the trees whined and creaked as the gusts only became stronger. Her breathing became heavier as she quickened her pace towards her desired destination, ambitious for what she seeked.

Her eyes light up as they finally fell upon the individual, though she couldn't help but shiver as her feet finally met the front of their seated position. 

“The Queen...“ Slightly bowed the being, words slurring from their twisted lips. “Ancient One,” Quipped Aslaug as she tucked her gown to kneel before him, “you know why I am here, we’ve spoken of this matter before.“ Rushed the Queen in a desperate manner. The Seer let an exasperated grunt, his grotesque tongue running along his lips in thought. “The girl from your vision, you speak of her, you’ve spoken to her.” Hummed the cloak individual, while Aslaug only nodded hoping for him to continue.  

"Well what is it that is troubling you my Queen?" Aslaug rolled her eyes slightly, "I wish to know if my visions are once again correct, or am I mistaken and she is actually a threat to my kingdom?"

"You ask difficult questions, always questioning." He grinned, "However, I shall give you comfort by saying that what you see, is in fact true my Queen." Aslaug let out a breath of relief she hadn't known she was holding, refraining from smiling, which she found herself doing more often as of late. "The gods have blessed us with a great gift..." Croaked the Seer, "A Valkyrie." Spoke the two in unison.

•••

Soft knocks echoed throughout the quaint room, and with nobody acknowledging it, a hush voice followed. "I'm coming in." Spoke Ubbe as he push the door open which dragged along the uneven floor.

There laid Frode, in bed and struggling to inhale evenly. His glazed over eyes drifting to look at the intruder. Ubbe watched as the boy clench his hand firmer around the one that laid upon his, the hand belonging to non other than his sister.

Y/n was slouched against Frode's bed, half her weight on her knees and the other on the edge of the bed. She looked as if she hadn't slept for days, which was half of the truth. If it weren't for Y/n's recent episodes of passing out, she would've been up like usual, her sleep schedule being far from healthy.

"Is she asleep?" Asked Ubbe, stepping further into the room. Frode tried to speak in denial, however, he found himself unable to speak, his voice caught in his throat as another fit of coughs erupted from him. With Frode at a loss, he was not able to warn Ubbe as he reached out to shake his sister awake. Y/n flinched harshly from his touch, rolling away from him and onto her feet. They both stood still, however, Y/n seemed to be on guard due to his presence. Ubbe tilted his head, trying to catch the girl's gaze, but she seemingly refused, not wanting him to see her at her weakest, as her eyes were red and puffy from her night's worth of crying over her brother.

"Sorry to disturb, but my mother asked me to invite you to come eat with us." Ubbe simply said, "I would of sent a thrall, but it seems you've scared them all half to death." Chuckled the man as he refrained from coming any closer.

"No, but thank you." Replied Y/n, turning to tend to her little brother once more. Frode quickly grasped his sister wrist and pulled a pleading face at her. "Y/n, you were never one to deny food, please go. I promise I will be fine." Comforted Frode as he begun to push Y/n away. "You need fresh air, you shouldn't be near me. I am not well," he paused briefly by taking a breath as he tried not to cough, "with you still being injured, it could become deadly if you were to stay near me and get sick." Finished the boy, relieved to see that his persuasion was beginning to work as his sister's frown lessened.

"He'll be fed and watched yes?" Questioned Y/n as she turned to face Ubbe. He nodded reassuring her, "A thrall will tend to your brother's every need."

Y/n began to debate in her head, not for long though, as her thoughts were interrupted by a loud growl that came from her stomach. "Okay." Agreed Y/n begrudgingly, as she came to pushed the hair from Frode's face before leaving the room with Ubbe following closely behind.

•••

"Uh- pardon?" Stuttered Ubbe shaking himself from his trance. Y/n spoke up and repeated herself, "I said, the Queen is very generous. All of you are, you could have left my brother and I to die." Expressed Y/n as she kept her head facing fowards as she walked alongside the prince.

Ubbe blinked down at the girl, inspecting her appearance, which he did more often than he'd like to admit, especially in the little time he was in her presence. "You should thank the Queen, yourself." He said, looking away when he caught himself staring. "She knows something we don't- a-and I trust her enough to follow her blindly. Not only because she is my mother, but because I believe she is fit as ruler." Spoke Ubbe, his tone indicating he said more than what he intended to.

Y/n's forehead creased slightly at the mention of his mother's knowledge of the unknown, but let him be, by keeping silent as they finally made it to the hall.

Bickering could be heard from a table of cluttering cutlery, a whine drawing the attention of Y/n. "Mother. Tell them to stop tormenting me." Mischievously spoke, who Y/n now knew as Ivar, as he held a hand of a thrall, who sat rigid beside him. His head was lolled to the side as he looked pleadingly towards his mother with a pout.

Ubbe walked ahead of the girl, a snort coming from him due to his little brother's banter. This causing everyone's eyes to not only land on Ubbe, but Y/n as well. Ubbe eyed a seat from across the room, rounding the table and sitting besides Hvitserk, who's eyes kept flickering between Ivar and Y/n curiously, as he continued to shove food into his mouth.

At the speed of which Thor would strike his hammer, Ivar shuffled in his seat, removing Margrethe's hand from his lips and dismissing her with just a wave of his arm. Y/n stood quietly, unsure with what to do with herself, before realizing something that could have been crucial.

"My Queen." Announced Y/n as she bowed her head in respect, looking at her through the thick of her lashes. "Morning Y/n. I am pleased to see that you've joined us once more. Please, take a seat beside me." She said, gesturing to a spot in between herself and Sigurd. As Y/n approached, the Queen gave Margrethe a narrowed side glance, "Get our guest a chair." She stated firmly, causing the thrall to panick as she left her spot beside Ivar and walking towards the nearest chair. Both her and Y/n reached for the chair, clutching it at the same time.

"Please, there is no need." Y/n said gently, lifting the chair from Margrethe's grasp and placing it in its spot. The slave just stepped back and scanned Y/n's form before looking away in a submissive manner.

As Y/n took a seat, the Queen continued their discussion before Ivar had been interrupted. "Now Ubbe, when will you have children?" Asked the Aslaug as she gestured to him with a napkin in hand. He grinned, "I probably already have!" He joked causing the others boys to break out in laughter as he pick at his food to throw it towards his mother. "No I'm serious, each and everyone of you should have a woman by now, even married." Spoke the Queen genuinely, as she looked to each of her boys. All of them eyed each other before shrugging without a care and focusing back onto their food. The Queen pinched the bridge of her nose as she shook her head, turning to face her attention to Y/n.

"It seems my boys are far too immature to have a wife, let alone children, don't you think Y/n?" Smiled Aslaug at the girl, which made the boys pause in their gluttony. Y/n found herself a little caught off guard, as she was never the one to get romantically involve, spending most of her time training or raising her brother.

"I don't believe my opinion would have much value my Queen." Began Y/n as she kept her attention solely on Aslaug, "But since they are the King and Queen's children, heirs are expected from them..." Aslaug seemed pleased with Y/n's answer as her lips quirked slightly, "Hmm, and do you have a husband, or lover, for that matter?"

Y/n cringe internally, knowing what Frode would say to the Queen if he had the opportunity. "I don-" However, Aslaug cut her short. "I'm speaking nonsense aren't I? Of course you would. You are a very beautiful young woman, and a shield maiden I assume?" Rambled the Queen which seemed suspiciously intentional. Y/n's mouth was left agape momentarily before she quickly closed it, "Yes, I am a shield maiden my Queen." She said keeping her answer curt.

Hvitserk began giggling cheekily, as he watched the way Ivar strained himself by pressing his palms against the bench. Pushing his torso upwards as he leaned on the table, in hopes of getting a better view of his mother and Y/n as they conversed. Sigurd scowled at his little brother's enamored behavior. Still upset at his earlier possessiveness of Margrethe, especially after she had confided in him the night before.

"As I was saying, you don't need to love the woman to breed with them." Explained the Queen, making Y/n bow down to eat her soup as she try her hardest to block out the conversation; one that she had already deemed as a personal family matter. As Aslaug continued to chatter, Y/n's eyes scan the room as she spooned the food into her mouth, making accidental eye contact with Hvitserk as he copied her actions. He grinned at her as the soup messily dribble down his chin, until an aggressive voice broke his playful staring.

"What is wrong with you?" Quipped Ivar as he now leaned further onto the table staring daggers at Sigurd, "Nothing is wrong with me," spat Sigurd making Hvitserk and Y/n glanced at each other, with Hvitserk widening his eyes at her humorously. "I just wanted to know if she has love anyone except Harbard..." Silence followed making Y/n sit up uncomfortable, "You remember Harbard don't you?" Sigurd continued sparing everyone a glance but his mother.

Ubbe sat stoney still and so did Hvitserk, but Ivar pushed on, with his arms now crossed loosely, "Of course she has loved another," he stated to Sigurd while nodding. "She has always loved me... isn't that right mother?" He urged while smiling at his mother, his eyes briefly catching Y/n's, who was sat just behind Aslaug from his position. However, the Oueen didn't speak and just nodded as she swallowed her drink discreetly.

Y/n's eyebrows raised at Aslaug's reaction, wondering as for why the Queen wasn't being more reassuring to her son, "She just pities you Ivar, just like the rest of us. Y/n probably feels sorry for you too, especially when you look at her with so much desperation." Ivar flinched at Sigurd's words, anger and embarrassment building within him. "and sometimes, we wish mother had left you to the wolves." He smoothly said, as if it weren't something completely vile. Y/n couldn't comprehend how someone could be so cruel, mainly to their family.

"Sigurd!" Demanded the Queen, with Ivar continuing to glare at his brother trying to sort his feelings internally, "What?" Was all he replied with, before resuming his breakfast.

Y/n found herself wanting to put Sigurd in his place, but refrained from doing so as nothing but consequences would come from it. A drag of a chair turn Y/n's attention back to Ivar, as he was now standing tall at the end of the table. This caused Sigurd to haphazardly throw his spoon onto the table, scoffing at Ivar's display.

Ivar began scooting from his seat, supporting his weight briefly on his mother's chair, with her cooing at him to calm his temper. Her attempts went unnoticed as he continued, with his left hand wavering, before it had finally landed on the back of Y/n's chair. Ivar and the girl gazed at each other, with her turning within her seat to make room for the young prince. Ivar was now hesitant, mainly now that he was the closest he had yet been to Y/n, not helping himself as he caught of whiff of her aroma that furthermore attracted him to her. Ivar's forearm gently grazed Y/n's hair as he pulled himself from one chair to another, as he heard Sigurd still taunting him.

"Come on Boneless!" He teased as he stood from his chair now that Ivar was near. Everyone was now standing, Y/n situating herself just behind Ivar. Bowls and utensils fell to the floor as Sigurd pulled a chair from underneath Ivar making him collapse with a painful sounding thud. Y/n reach down to help him, but pause as Hvitserk gestured to her not to from the corner of her eye.

Ivar's frustrated huffs filled the room, his nostrils flaring as he forcefully began to drag himself towards his target. Sigurd's harmful jabs continued, with the Queen now walking up towards Ivar and passing Y/n, who couldn't help but stand and watch how this would play out.

Sigurd seemed to grow tired of this little game, quickly turning and pushing the doors of the hall open, making the bright light bleach the room with a stark white wash, highlighting Ivar's enraged features.

Ivar chased Sigurd out of the room causing a loud scream to rip from his throat, with the Queen attempting to hold him back.

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End of part 5.

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❃ Drawing Subject ❃

Kaeya X Albedo fic.

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Hello again! Finally picking back up with writing after a well deserved hiatus. This was written over the course of a month or two so it’s not entirely consistent and doesn’t have a proper ending to it, but I just wanted to write about these two captains realizing how pretty they are…. 🤲 (will edit this over time probably)

Reblogs and requests are appreciated. :)

Includes: Kaeya, Albedo.

Warnings -> N/A

Type: Character ship fanfic.

Intro -

"What is this?" The tune of the calvary captains voice caught Albedo's attention, causing the latter to set down a pair of vials in response. A sheet of paper hung from between Kaeya's fingertips along with a playful grin stretched out.

"That's..." Albedo started, trying to find the proper explanation in this situation. The paper displayed a doodle with only three strokes etched in; a circle for a head, a long string across the circle... And an eyepatch attached. He cleared his throat before continuing, "Klee had requested it. I hadn't the time or proper reference to do much more."

A quiet hum filled the awkwardness in the room as Kaeya examined over the drawing once more. It left the alchemist wondering how it had come into their conversation, much less Kaeya's possession, but the train of thought was soon interrupted.

"You could have at least added the hair."

"That's your concern—?"

"It's an important detail."

"As I said, I didn't have a proper reference to grab such details. Usually I would work with my subject at hand, but—"

"Oh?" This new information peaked Kaeya's curiosity as if a lightbulb illuminated above his head. Setting the paper down to fold his arms across his chest, the captain strode closer. "Then, if you had your subject with you, would you try it again?"

The question had momentarily silenced Albedo while it processed in his mind. It was common to see such a reaction from the other over the simplest things, mostly resulting in some sort of teasing, but never for his drawings. He turned his body to mirror Kaeya's stance, "I suppose I would."

"Great. I'll be free in my office in the next hour or so. Don't keep me waiting too long, will you?"

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"All I have to do is sit here, yes?"

"If you please."

The cavalry office wasn't the biggest room in the Favonius Headquarters, but without much of a cavalry to captain, the space was wide enough for one person to do as they please. Any company was welcome to fill in the empty spots and distract him from the agonizing hours of paperwork. Taking advantage of this, Albedo situated an area for him to work.

It was a sight to see; the couch was strategically positioned away from it's usual place against the wall and right in front stood a tall easle. Any type of work to such length should be handled with care, Albedo thought, much to the surprise of the other.

"I didn't know such a request would have struck something in you, Chief Alchemist. I can't say I'm complaining, though," Kaeya said, stepping in front of the couch into position.

The artist in question hadn't looked up from his preparations just yet. Setting the sketchbook in it's place along with the few charcoal pencils, he replied, "Correct me if I'm wrong, Captain, but there's no harm in taking such a thing seriously."

"Nothing to correct here," An amused huff followed his reply.

Everything was set and ready to begin - however, there was one last adjustment to be made first. Finally looking up from the easle with his chin pinched, Albedo spoke up, "If you don't mind, could you remove your boa?"

Kaeya raised an eyebrow, "You're asking me to undress now? If I had known it was that type of artwork, I would have prepared myself a little more." His teasing only resulted in a head shake of the other.

"No, that's not it... I'd like to remove any distractions from your face. But you're welcome to keep it on if you feel more comfortable that way."

That's what intrigued him the most about Albedo - no matter how much the captain tried, there was no way to completely throw the other off guard. It kept things interesting to find himself at a loss for how to gain back the upper hand. Silently accepting the favor, Kaeya reached up to unclip the feathery boa from his shoulder, bringing his cape along with it.

Without such an accessory shaping his face, it was clear to see there wasn't much else to his design. An approved nod from Albedo set them both back into their previous rhythm now that he could focus on each detail - at least in more than three strokes.

Kaeya sat himself down onto the couch and crossed his legs, draping an arm over the back of the frame to give himself a pose that could show as much as possible. "How is this?"

"That's fine," Albedo replied, turning his view back to the easle, "Make sure not to move too much."

The initial sketching process was the slowest part of this whole ordeal. Albedo's primary focus was placing in the guidelines and rough movements in order to capture the pose Kaeya was placed and work from there. Though the room fell completely quiet aside from the paper, it was comfortable between the two.

And then, it began. Detail by detail began to form over the sketch and the charcoal pencil would flip to the rubber end occasionally, letting Albedo render in what was needed. His eyes would dart back and forth from his subject and the piece so that nothing was left untouched; his gaze falling into a more serious and concentrated stare.

From Kaeya's point of view, it was a sight worth remembering. Not once had he seen the Chief Alchemist so willing, so vulnerable. Every little habit had made it's way to the surface as the captain watched with care. The way Albedo would tap the pencil on his chin while thinking of how to properly execute certain details, or the way he would hum to himself in approval after perfecting it. His mouth would twist and turn in different ways as he lost himself in the process, allowing Kaeya's own to turn upright into a small smile.

On the other hand, Albedo couldn't help but use this opportunity to completely take in the sight of the other. What fascinated him the most about the world was the fact he never properly fit in amongst other humans, since he himself was not one. The alchemists goal was to find answers and construct creations during his time in Mondstat, for the sole purpose of his master and to ease his own curiosity.

However, as anyone could have guessed, Kaeya also does not fit in with the other humans of Mond. He was human at the least, but far different than any of the other captains or civillians. What could possibly be under that eyepatch, Albedo wondered as he filled in the gold designs along the leather covering. What kind of secrets hide behind that smile, what creatures have those gloved hands fought?

And in sync, they both recognized each others beauty enveloped in vulnerability. It was the only time to notice the way their skin contrasted each others from pale to tan, forming over their bones and muscles perfectly. The braided hair that was meticulously cared for with utmost patience somehow matched the long and messy blue draped over the couch.

Was this really a request for an artist, or simply two curious individuals wanting a closer look?

The occasional small talk would happen during their session, but the majority of their time together remained in each others quiet company. As it slowly came to a close, the moments they shared were kept confidential between the two. They weren’t ashamed or forced to stay hushed about the events that took place, but there wasn’t a need to flaunt either.

Though Master Jean tends to ask where the framed drawing on Kaeya's desk came from, to which he simply responds, "It was a gift."

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Thank you for reading! Not too happy with the ending and can make a part 2 if requested…? :) 💙

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The Ink Demonth - Day 20. Sin

Yes. You are now fully clear why Bendy and Sammy's original plans of traveling has failed. It's the Junior's fault. But which one? It's hard to say 'cause each of them was able to do it, and it was possible that it was a close collaboration between the three of them. Yes. Bendy later left the children alone at the funfair in the Trust entry, still having a memory of what happened here. Was surprised in Play. He and Sammy are hopeless parents sometimes. Just like me X"D

By the way, looking at Bendy's expression here - you can see that the feeling that he should probably punish the boys is mixed with a sincere feeling of pride in them. As for Sammy, he looks scary, but I suspect he's incapable of punishing any of the Juniors. It is not for nothing that all three are spoiled to the limit. But still cute and adorable, huh? So now I'm proud to present the map to you.

You already know the whole beginning of their journey to the mysterious disappearance of their food in the Mystery theme - this two-part gap will be made up with two pictures in a row, but nearer at the end of the event. And now we will have adventures on ship board - and in Rome. Especially looking forward to showing you Dance, but Vent is my great job too. I didn't expect this picture to take me so little time! But, when I got over it and started colouring the train (which was the most discouraging part for me, like drawing it before), it somehow went ahead. And look! It's earlier than I thought it would be! (I assumed I wouldn't do it until late evening.) Who knows? Maybe in that case I can also do Redemption today, which is generally quite simple? But I also have to remember about tomorrow's Friday strip... I'm also pleased to present here two novelties in my drawing style - first, the shadows on the grass, which I am proud of. The spread tool is useful on many levels that I didn't realize because I didn't know what its settings meant. And the first time I used a fountain pen nib tool (my signature). I have to admit it looks promising and I will have to experiment with the settings as well, but the ink looks more inky in this version just now. Entry to the Ink Demonth 2021 - Day 20. Sin.