#you know what's glorious? her animated hair

[anyataylorjoys]

SINBAD: LEGEND OF THE SEVEN SEAS —2003, dir. Tim Johnson and Patrick Gilmore

[cryinggirlnamedhelen]

think I’ll miss you forever; like the stars miss the sun in the morning sky ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

when they leave you—but don’t worry, they’ll come back.

ft; kaiser, sae

part 1 - kaiser

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where was he?

you sat on the swings, a bag of warm bread on your lap. fifteen was probably too old to sit on the swings, but you really couldn’t care less. the bread was his favorite; michael’s favorite. you had even gotten the sugar and garlic flavored ones too—the ones that he always had the softest expression eating.

he was always there whenever you were there at the swings, usually with his soccer ball too. whether it was winter or summer, spring or autumn, you knew that you could always count on him to be there. your wallet sits lonesome in your pocket. he wasn’t even here to take your money either. (not donations, you would always tell him. you knew he wouldn’t accept anything you give him if he thought that you were donating.)

you stared up at the sky, your eyes flicking to your watch every 1 or 2 minutes, although it felt like hours. where was he?

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2 years later

“pookieeee! come onnnn! let’s go! i heard that bastard münchen have themselves michael kaiser! i have a boyfriend and all, but he’s soooo hot! come on, just this once? i even bought bread

your best friend tugged on your arm, bright red and golden nails grasping onto your shirt. you froze. michael kaiser? no, no. can’t be. there are probably thousands of michael kaiser’s in the world. but if it’s really him, does that mean that his father finally left him alone? “okay, fine. just this once.” you muttered. “where’s the bread?”

.

after the match, all you could hear were screams, yelling, screams, yelling, screams, yelling, cheering, screams, yelling, and…yeah, nothing else.

bastard münchen won by a hefty amount. 5-1, yeah, that was pretty good. but it was the guy who was portrayed at least a thousand times on the screen. michael kaiser, that guy. okay, so looks like you were wrong. looks like it really was him. “come on, let’s go! my boyfriend’s waiting for us!”

before you could even open your mouth, your best friend was already dragging you to the locker room. “wait, no! i don’t wanna watch a bunch of sweaty teenage boys change! who knows what they do in there!” your best friend ignored your words as she pushed open the mahogany door to the locker room.

“i still have college ess-“

“oh, don’t be such a buzzkill. you have a 4.7 GPA! you’re fine.” your best friend cut you off before you could finish before running over to go hug her boyfriend, who scored a grand total of zero points for the team. you sighed and stood by the door, eyes searching around for michael. but since it’s been 2 years, you’d expect that he probably forgot about you already. he’d be 17 now, which is the prime age for hot guys to be dating a girl and being a dick.

you just didn’t expect a blue rose tattoo and long blonde hair to cover your sights, and a “long time no see, mein schatz” with a clear smirk in the words to flow through your ears.

———

bro this shit is so ass, i wrote this in like 5 minutes at 3 in the morning

BUT MY GLORIOUS KING KAISER HAS FINALLY BEEN ANIMATED AND VOICED ACTED BY MY GLORIOUS KING MAMORU MIYANO TOO YESSSS (the guy who voiced the loml chrollo and my husband atsumu)

[babe-a-yaga]

What was done to Isseya is one of my personal biggest upsets with this game. I loved her in Last Flight. She's a genuinely interesting, complex character, and given the themes of mistakes and regret present through Veilguard, it makes TOTAL sense for her to make an appearance! What makes no sense at all is for her to be reduced to a two dimensional villain with no clear motivation who's just...doing exactly the thing she fucked up in life? Except worse? I'm gonna summarize the events of last flight for the folks who haven't read it;

The first griffin Isseya put through the joining was already blighted in battle, and dying from it. Quickly. Griffins are extra sensitive to the Blight and any attempts made to join them resulted in the animals going berserk and tearing themselves, and anyone else in range, to pieces to get away from what was now in their veins.

In a well meaning, but misguided effort to save one of the animals she loved, she used blood magic to alter the griffon's mind, to convince it the Blight in it's system was just a regular cold, and it didn't need to fight it, then put it through the joining.

It worked, but it changed the griffon. Made it stronger, fight harder. More difficult to handle. The griffon ultimately went out in a spectacular blaze of glory, and people didn't know what she did, just that she did SOMETHING, and that griffon did ten griffons worth of damage on it's way out.

The fourth blight was far worse, far longer than any of the blights we have witnessed first hand. I think it lasted like 15 years? And it was going badly for Thedas. They ordered Isseya to do what she had done to the first griffon again as a last ditch to stand a chance at I *think* Starkhaven (it's been a little bit since I read last flight, so I'm sketchy on dates and what battles were fought specifically when). She hated doing this, but it was orders, and it was exploit this handful of griffons or watch the world die. She's a warden, she signed up to stop the blight at any cost. In war, victory. In death, sacrifice.

By the time her brother Garahel slays Andoral, she's had to blight a number of griffons, and the constant blood magic use has massively accelerated the blight in her own body. Her brother garahel is this golden haired pretty boy beloved by everyone who looks upon him, and Isseya looks so much like a ghoul at this point people are uncomfortable being in the same room as her. Even though this is completely due to her service to the wardens.

Then, the remaining joined griffons start going mad. And then it starts to spread to the other, non-joined griffons. In using blood magic to convince the griffons the blight was just a disease, she had caused it to become one. A contagious one.

It's one of the most interesting examples of how dangerous blood magic actually is we ever see. We're just told over and over "blood magic bad, slippery slope to killing people. Bad. Even if you use your own." And we never really see explicitly why it's an inherently dangerous form of magic until this.

Back to Isseya though. Garahel's lover's Griffon had a clutch of eggs sired by Garahel's Crookytail. Isseya, knowing there was no stopping what was now in motion with the griffons, set out to do her one last act of penance. She took, and purified those eggs, hid them in a ward that kept them in stasis, so that they might only hatch once the griffons were gone, and this disease had died with them, so they might have a chance. And then she hid the clues to their location, and begged that whoever find them not let them be used by the wardens again.

And then she went on her calling.

These are not the actions of a villain. Isseya EMBODIES the warden principal of sacrifice. But it isn't glorious battle rewarded by a quick death alongside an archdemon for her. It's death by inches, by blight, knowingly and willingly accelerated in her own body to stop it from consuming the world. Sacrificing her ideals, the animals she loves, her brother, Garahel. Isseya gives it all for the wardens, to end the blight, and is not thanked for it or remembered kindly.

And she did everything she could to seed the slightest bit of hope, that both in spite of her and because of her, griffons might return to the world, as free creatures.

Her Veilguard arc feels like really egregious character assassination, and I wish she had been given an ounce of the sympathy that other characters had been given. It made sense for her to be here, thematically, mistakes and regret, and good intentions still leading to bad ends, but she deserved the same opportunity for forgiveness and/or redemption that Solas, Mythal, Cyrian, even Illario got.

Isseya was done dirty by Veilguard.

[yokumirumerafan]

How would the hashira’s react to child reader calling them mama/papa

🔥 Kyojuro Rengoku – “Papa?? :D”

He turns around SO FAST his hair almost whips a bird.

“You… called me Papa?” Sparkly anime eyes ACTIVATE. He immediately picks you up and twirls you around in the air, yelling: “YES YES OF COURSE, MY FLAME SPROUT!! I ACCEPT THIS TITLE WITH HONOR!” He carries you on his shoulders everywhere after that. Calls you “My Little Ember.” Mentally already planning a Bento lunch with little carrot flames in your rice.

🌊 Giyuu Tomioka – “Papa…”

Internal.exe has stopped working His eyes go wide. You tug his sleeve, repeat it softer:

“Papa…?” He pauses. Then kneels, rests a hand on your head gently. “…If that’s what you want to call me… then I’ll do my best to deserve it.” 🥺 Soft papa mode: activated. He’s a quiet protector now. Will destroy anyone who makes you cry.

🐍 Obanai Iguro – “Papa!”

Cue a coughing fit. He’s SO FLUSTERED. Kaburamaru is like 🐍: “oh?? 👀” He looks away, blushing, and says:

“Tch… don’t say weird things, brat…” But he starts buying you sweets. And sewing you a scarf to match his. And letting you sit in his lap. And when he thinks you’re asleep? “...I’d die for you, you know that?” (You weren’t asleep. You were just fake sleeping like 😳💖)

🪨 Gyomei Himejima – “Papa~!”

He starts crying. Immediately. Big soft tears. He kneels down and holds your little hands.

“I… I am honored… little one…” You call him Papa again and he hugs you like a warm, safe boulder. He carves you wooden toys with his bare hands and lets you braid flowers into his hair.

🌸 Mitsuri Kanroji – “Mamaaa~!!”

She gasps, sparkles explode around her.

“EEEEHHH??!? MAMA?! OMG YOU’RE SO CUTE I’M GONNA CRY—!!!” Hugs you SO tight and spins you around. Immediately calls herself your Mama everywhere. “That’s my sweet baby!! Isn’t she the cutest?? Mama’s so proud of you!!” Bakes you cookies with little hearts on them.

🌪️ Sanemi Shinazugawa – “Papa!”

He chokes on his own spit.

“HUH?? PAPA?! WHO’S—?! I’M NOT—” But you giggle and hug his leg. He goes silent. Stares at you. Then mutters: “…Damn brat…” But he covers you with his coat when you nap. Brings you your favorite food. Glares at anyone who looks at you funny. Totally your Papa now.

☁️ Muichiro Tokito – “Papa.”

He blinks like: huh?

“That’s… me?” You nod and hold his hand. He gets SO thoughtful about it. You notice he starts walking slower so your little legs can keep up. Later, he mumbles: “Being called Papa doesn’t feel bad…” He lets you put little cloud clips in his hair and scribble drawings in his journal. 🥺

💎 Tengen Uzui – “Papa!!! ✨”

You run up, arms wide, and yell,

“PAPA!!!”

Tengen drops whatever the hell he was holding—

“W-WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME?!?”

His three wives turn like 👀👀👀

He freezes, eyes wide, sparkles swirling around him like he just got blessed by a god. He gasps SO LOUD. Hand over his heart. Dramatic anime gasp™.

“You… You have chosen me to be your flamboyant father figure?!” “HOW UTTERLY DIVINE!!”

SCOOPS YOU UP LIKE A PRINCE. Twirls you around. Poses with you like:

“LOOK AT US! SO GLORIOUS!! SO POWERFUL!! THIS IS MY CHILD NOW!!”

Calls you “Little Gem” or “Shiny Sprout” from that point on. Gets you a whole wardrobe of flashy little outfits (yes there’s glitter). Insists on teaching you ninja moves that are very extra.

Also super protective:

“Anyone lays a finger on my kid? I make ‘em unrecognizable in 3 seconds.”

His wives adore you too. Suma sobs dramatically with him. Makio calls you “Mini Tengen.” Hinatsuru makes you snacks and tucks you in with a kiss on the forehead.

You’re a part of the Uzui clan now. There’s no going back.

[spring002]

now playing. . . you're mine, you! by chet baker (1/2)

scaramouche can’t believe that you’re all over this “dan heng” guy and let’s be real, clearly, your glorious boyfriend, loud and proud, is so much better than this… game character who supposedly likes to read. frankly, he was fine about dan heng and how you rambled about him late at night, in his embrace whilst cuddling your dan heng plush. but now he firmly believes it might have gotten out of hand. it’s been days, weeks since he has seen you step out of your room. ok, maybe you didn’t hole up in your room every day, but he’d only seen you go out to take a piss and eat food, which were mostly just snacks. all because this dan heng guy is actually some dragon. a dragon?? can he even compete with that? 

whatever… can dan heng chop these apples for you? the apple under scaramouche’s knife getting slaughtered into perfectly chunky apple slices. can he come out of his virtual world and give you snacks? no! he can’t. because he’s 2D! and here you have your lovely, awesome, handsome boyfriend, scaramouche, who is REAL, 3D and not at all fictional. can dan heng be cool enough to even cut your apples like ladybugs and rabbits? 

does dan heng know what you love the most? does he? can dan heng know his girlfriend better than he does? the answer is most definitely a no.

he better not see dan heng in your search history. he’d suffered enough just seeing your tiktok reposts.

opening the door to the shared office, he was juggling a bowl of apples and water in one hand. the office is more like a room where the both of you were likely to game rather than actually work. almost half of the room was covered in game merchandise, spanning from wall to wall, shelves of figures and cubical shelves with stuffed animals. though a good half of those figures were his as well. he placed the apples and water on your desk, noticing how your chair was eerily spinning slowly. he halted the chair, moving it to meet your eyes under your desk. 

you’re stressed, eyes on the brink of tears, a deep sigh coming out of your mouth. he hid a snort, knowing this was just a part of your theatrics, “name, what now?” 

he sat on your chair, pulling you into his lap. “apple?” 

“apple.” 

he fed you a slice. “what happened?” 

you started to fake bawl into his chest, balling up his sweatshirt. “i lost the fifty fifty…” 

he stroked your hair, “to who?” 

you cried, “claara! and i have ten copies of her too. all iwanted was my king,” wow, that stung. “dan heng’s dragon form, the imbibitor lunae. yknow how cool his five star name is.” 

“so cool?” he asked, scaramouche’s eyes glanced at your screen to wish history, clara was somehow there… twice. that’s actually funny. 

“so cool! and not to mention, i prefarmed everything too!” you opened your inventory to show the amount of materials needed to level up not only the character’s levels and traces but also his signature light cone. the amount of time put into this was insane, scaramouche concluded to himself.

though that amount of time could be put into cuddling him more. scaramouche added to his conclusion. they made eye contact. you tilted your head as he asked, “do you want anything?” 

scaramouche felt the weight of your head glanced up to him. “whaddaya mean?” you both know how this gacha addiction and gambling goes. an endless cycle that scaramouche enables. well, it’s not lik scaramouche actually cares about this dragon freak. but it is worth it to see you smile and happy… not like he’d tell you this anyway. 

it was easy to know though.

“do you want me to buy you those gems? the crystals, onesis?” his question made you cock your head, letting out a breathy laugh. doe eyes, batting your eyes innocently and he doesn’t have the heart to tell you that you look stupid in a cute way. 

“oneiric?” you corrected, a smile creeping up. 

“that thing, yes.” 

“um… i dunno–” 

behind you, your screen dimmed, flashing a pop up screen. your head spun around, making eye contact with the shop. eyes bulging out your sockets, holy shit. 6480 shards? that’s a whole hundred dollars. flabbergasted, you looked at your montior, then boyfriend and back to the screen. 

no fucking way? “what the hell? i didn’t need that much!” you sputtered, trying to take the mouse away from scsaramouche but his reflexes were way too quick. he continued clicking on the shop’s tabs, going through the in-game currency tabs.

“no, you do. you have guraneed, thanks to clara, but your pity will reset after wishing for dan heng, right?” 

“right.” jesus, have you been playing star rail too much now? now even he knows the lingo, kind of. 

“how much do you have right now?” he clicked to the warp page, “you have five jades left, how is that even possible?”

you shrugged. “ok, five plus 6480 would be roughly forty wishes. i know you don’t buy monthly tickets frequently so, in total, it would be 45. that’s not exactly enough.” he murmured, calculating the exact amount. 

gosh, he’s so pretty when he’s so smart. you snorted quietly before pausing. maybe you need to stop him from spending his money on you so much. an intervention is needed, most likely. “i think that’s enough.” 

“you’re an idiot.” 

the screen dimmed again, you watched him recalculate the amount of wishes just before making you look in the opposite direction. the shard sound went off again next in your earshot as your head slowly turned to scaramouche again. he shrugged it off.

“why… why did you buy me so many??? that’s literally one million in my hands.” 

“no, that’s 58320.” 

“same shit.” 

— 

after scaramouche left you with the practically-one-million shards in your account, you might as well just use it because he did give it to you not only willingly but lovingly. there’s people out there who die while being free to play and you must avenge them by using the shards your boyfriend gave you. ok, it just sounds dumber to say out loud. 

you stared at it blankly for a while, the 58320 shards sitting right next to your sad pile of five jades. letting out a deep sigh, you redeemed at least half of the shards. nervous, you could feel your anxiety eat at you, reaching for more apples to eat. but you finished them already. you checked your pity and scaramouche was right, 

clara did get you guaranteed. 

so the next ten or twenty pulls, you’d definitely get an imbibitor lunae. though, you weren’t sure if you wanted to get more eidolons for him. just him and his light cone is enough. ten pulls in and nothing but two copies of march 7th and one single copy of serval. three four stars and one was even off banner, luck is coming your way

10 pulls in and nothing but two copies of march 7th and one copy of serval. three four stars and one is even off banner, luck is coming you pray. 

maybe you were lied to because how come it’s been sixty pulls and no water dragon in sight. your biggest fear is coming true… hard pity! 

there were still at least ninety seven wishes left in your inventory but never fear, the hard earned money scaramouche’s spendings  is still in the bag so maybe you’d be fine. the gacha addiction is terrible when you have anxiety so you skip just once, there’s no way you’d get dan heng right now.

a loud, piercing scream shattered scaramouche’s eardrums as he jolted up, dropping whatever he was doing and coming straight into the office. assuming that something scared you or there was a spider and you need your real life boyfriend to go ahead and kill it. Or did you tragically lose to clara again? he cracked the door open, revealing your monitor screen displaying the dragon character in all his glory. 

your face was swollen with tears running down your face, thankfully, it was happy tears. well, who did all this hard work? he thought to himself as he walked in, leaning against your wheely chair. not dan heng, that’s for sure.

“are you going to fully max him out?” he asked, curious. he gauged your expression, knowing that you thought about it before abandoning it all together.

“i already did. see?” you clicked onto his lightcone and traces were already pre farmed and leveled to eighty. he snorted as you tilted your head, 

“no. i mean, are you going to go full and beyond?” 

“like what?” 

“e6 and s5?” he pried further. 

“nah, i just wanted dan heng real bad.” 

scaramouche’s face twisted like he ate something bitter.“what do you mean by that?” 

“huh?” 

turning your chair around as your boyfriend paced around in a circle, “i mean, like you’ve been raving about this character guy for years.” 

“four months.” you corrected, he shrugged you off. 

“whatever, and you never stepped outside once when you were pre farming.” not true. “you neglected me so bad you stopped reposting edits of me and my feed is all dan heng. who cares about dan heng when you have a–” he rambled further as you cracked up laughing, making him halt in his footsteps. 

“what? what did i say?” 

“i didn’t neglect you?? you’re so dramatic!” you swiped a tear, holding your stomach from laughing too much. what connection does dan heng and your boyfriend have? there’s nothing but yourself! oh wait. 

scaramouche’s face flushed as he continued, “let me finish, you should e6 and s5 him because i bought those shards for you. not dan heng.” freudian slip… when scaramouche gets to freud, he’s more dead than before. “i mean, because i spent money on you so you can be able to pull for him maxed and maybe even jingyuan!” he leaned over your chair, exiting the character screen and to the wishing tab. 

you pried his fingers off your mouse, putting it aside. “scaramouche, are you jealous of dan heng?” scaramouche’s flustered face fell as he tried to defend himself. 

“that’s a funny accusation, name! why would i be jealous over a guy, a fictional character no less, who’s not real and only exist within your screen? because that would be so stupid. that’s immature to even call out.” he averted his gaze but scaramouche’s eyes lingered on your screen for too long. what an obvious tell. he’s lying. 

“okay, hypothetically, if i read fanfiction of him, would you be jealous?” 

“jealous is a strong word because why would you read fanfiction of him when i’m…” he gestured to himself frantically. “... real and your real life, not a pixel but 3d, boyfriend…” you watched him realize he fell into a trap. such a smart guy being kind of dumb while he was connecting the psychological torture you inflicted.

he cleared his throat in an attempt to save himself, he acted nonchalantly, “i think that would be fine. i know you’ve read fanfiction before but me personally, i’d spend time with my girlfriend when im doing something i enjoy.”  

"okay scara." you said, trying not to laugh.

he mimicked your tone, "'ok scara', do you want the e6 or not?"

then you looked the other way. he knew that look. you and scaramouche somehow developed the same tell when you were little kids. damn that tell! scaramouche thought as he sighed while he pulled his chair next to yours, pushing you to be next to him. you scooted yourself next to him, making the chairs collide just a little. you and he shared a knowing look just before you were on his lap and he exited out of the dan heng splash art.

you noticed that he deliberately ignored the ten and thousands of screenshots of lunae's splash art. you hid a laugh while he clicked on the 10 pull button. "do you want to skip or look through?"

"look through." he clicked through each wish. three stars lightcones, a copy of asta, a two copies of yukong and yanqing.

"i was hoping your boyfriend luck would come through."

"wait for it." he replied, still clicking through. "do you want to wait or skip?" he asked again. you mumbled the latter.

he skipped and boom! lunae on your screen. he's now e1. "that's only one copy. we have five more to go." he turned your head and asked, "do you want to continue?"

"okay."

"okay." his warmth of his hand disappears to go back to the mouse.

after pulling and redeeming shards again, your five-star version of dan heng is perfectly maxed out in terms of level, skill and eidolons. you were pretty content after that. your beloved character is loved and always used in your teams. scaramouche was just as content as you were since your attention was averted away from dan heng and was back on him as things should be.

although, the next morning you did notice that dan heng's light-cone changed from your alternative lightcone, on the fall of an aeon, to his signature, brighter than the sun and not to mention, it's s5. you really need to have an intervention about this with your boyfriend. you leaned back in your chair, noticing an uncomfortable object on your chair. you turned around and saw a post-it-note attached to a plushie.

"to name, don't give me another intervention about spending money. it is worth it to see you smile. from scara." 

[writing-intheundercroft]

Ser Freckles // S. Sallow

Rating: T

WC: 2,743

Summary: As heir to the throne, the princess takes appointing her sworn protector very seriously.

A/N: Submitted as part of a writing challenge because I'm a glutton for starting AU projects. inspired heavily by HOTD (I've been looking for an excuse to use the name Gawayne). Much love to the pals who keep Knight!Seb living in my brain <3

“Now that you are of age, and officially the heir to the throne, it’s time you appoint your first sworn sword.”

She looked up to Fig as they walked down the stone stairs, the excited chatter from the courtyard echoing off the walls.  Fig had been her tutor all her life, and only now did she realize her lessons with him had a greater purpose.  She was the only daughter of the king’s dearly departed brother, a king who lacked any heirs of his own.  And now that she’d turned eighteen, with no hopes for a male cousin in sight, she had been formally invested as the heir apparent.

Fig was no lowly court tutor, she realized. He’d been placed with her from her youth, preparing her for what had seemed like a distant possibility that she might one day become queen. Lord Eleazar Fig, a member of the King’s Counsel, had been priming her to take power all along.

”I’m not sure why I can’t keep Lady Singer,” she mumbled, kicking her skirts as they continued their descent. “She’s been my guardian for as long as I can remember.”

”Lady Singer is a governess,” Fig reminded her. “And in no way capable of being your sworn protector.  The young man you choose today will become a knight, sworn to your king's guard.  Can you remind me what the function of your king's guard is?”

”My queen’s guard,” she snipped, emphasizing the word, “will protect my counsel and me from harm, as well as my future heirs.”

“Precisely, Princess.” Fig smiled. “It’s largely a symbolic role considering the relative peace our realm has seen this past one hundred years, even more so with the city watch taking guard of the castle.  But the king—er, queen’s guard is a deep rooted tradition each house takes very seriously.  The gentlemen we’ve assembled today for your selection come from some of the great houses of the realm.  Others have been lauded for their bravery and skill in the battlefield.”

The princess and Lord Fig walked to the balcony, the crowd below falling into silence. There were six men (boys, she observed, especially considering she’d grown up with four of them around court) standing in the courtyard below.  They all wore gleaming armor, save for the last, wearing a dull set without embellishments.  Each had a pennant with their house sigil, members of their families standing behind them. The animals on each pennant were embroidered with gleaming metallic thread–lions, eagles, badgers, and snakes taking center, representing the great houses each family bowed to. 

Lord Fig took her hand, helping her stand on a stool to catch a better glimpse of her future knight.

”The first proposed candidate is Ser Leander Prewett,” Fig stated loudly. “Ser Leander is the second son of Lord Lyonel Prewett.  He is a fine duelist, trained by one of the land’s most notable swordsmen.”

She cocked her brow, observing the redhead below.  Tall, lithe, with a glorious mane of red hair.

”And rather shit on a horse,” she muttered under her breath. “Did you see him in the last tourney?”

”Horsemanship is not a requirement of a knight, Princess.” Fig muttered.

”He truly had no idea if he was facing the front, or the back.” She joked. 

Lord Fig concealed his laugh in a cough. He waved his arm, and Leander’s gleaming smile vanished into a rather sour expression as the next option stepped forward.

”Ser Garreth Weasley,” Fig announced. “The third son of Lord Gwayne Weasley.”

”I know Ser Garreth well,” she smiled demurely. “Is it not one of the oaths as my queen’s guard to take no wife, have no children, and to be sworn to uphold the duties of the crown until death or dismissal?”

”It is, Princess.”

She clicked her tongue. “I know very well my dear friend Lady Natsai would be quite upset if I took her beloved to my service.  I’d rather see the two of them happily married than split apart by duty.” She waved him backwards, knowing Natty would be pleased.  Garreth stepped back, cheeks red, but a relieved look on his face.

“The next option is Ser Amit Thakkar,” Fig looked down at his notes. “Son of the Dowager Lady Tara Thakkar. No notable tourney experience, he’s been—“

”Away for his studies in the new world,” the princess interjected. “I know Ser Amit quite well. Tell me, Ser, how was your research on the skies?  Anything new to report?”

“I’ve identified at least twelve constellations once lost to our maesters,” Amit announced excitedly. “And I do look forward to finding more.”

She tilted her head to Fig, eyebrows raised. “I do believe Ser Amit’s talents are better used with the college of maesters, rather than as a member of my queen’s guard.”

”Moving on,” Fig tutted. “Ser Duncan Hobhouse, son of—“

”No.”

”Okay, on to the next.” Fig winced, letting the young Duncan Hobhouse step back with a sigh. “Next is Ser Isaac Cooper. Son of Ser Tristan Cooper, the Lord Commander of the city watch.  Strong, steady, and good with a lance.  Ser Isaac has topped the tourney lists, specifically winning the tourney of Aranshire this past spring. ”

The princess chewed her lower lip as she appraised Ser Isaac.  He stood tall, black hair cropped closely to his head. His parents stood behind him proudly bearing the badger on their sigil.  Isaac gave her a beaming smile, followed by a rather obvious wink.

“I look forward to serving you, my princess, in all ways you see fit.” Isaac said loudly, followed by a showy bow. A gaggle of young ladies on the upper balcony giggled audibly, Ser Isaac blowing a kiss to his admirers.

The princess gagged, wrinkling her nose as she turned back to her tutor. 

”A tourney knight,” she huffed. “Tell me, Lord Fig, do any of these knights have real combat experience?”

Fig sighed deeply, beckoning forward the sixth option.  It was the knight in plain armor; unlike the others, he did not have a large gathering of family members behind him.  A thin, peaky girl stood by his side, wobbling on her feet as their sigil shook in her hands. The green velvet of the flag looked worn, but a silver snake had been embroidered into the fabric with metallic thread, red beads for eyes.  Behind them was a stern looking man, beard peppered with silver hairs.  

The boy paid them no attention, standing forward with his head bowed to her. 

“Ser Sebastian Sallow,” Fig cleared his throat. “The nephew of Ser Solomon Sallow, a former knight of the city watch.  He was dismissed from his post after the death of his brother, taking on the stewardship of his young niece and nephew.  Ser Solomon and his nephew Sebastian have taken the responsibility of patrolling the lower highlands, protecting their hamlets from ashwinders and poachers.”

She leaned forward over the railing, interest piqued by the humble knight below. “Tell me, Ser Sebastian, of your experience fighting against the ashwinder rebellion.”

He lifted his head, big brown eyes framed by an explosion of freckles. He had a round, boyish face for eighteen, thick brown hair descending in waves. A blush took over his cheeks as he dipped his head once more.

”I have fought against the ashwinders for the past five years, Princess.  For as long as my uncle has allowed me.” He said, tipping his head back towards the stern man. “The lower hamlets rarely see reinforcements from the city watch, so it is up to the residents themselves to gather arms.”

“And when did you become a knight, Ser Sebastian?”

Sebastian turned briefly to look at his uncle, who merely nodded. “The Lord Commander of the city watch was passing through our hamlet when he witnessed me apprehending a cohort of ashwinder assassins.” He adjusted his grip on the helmet in his hands, metal clanking as he shifted.  Unlike the others, there were no grand decorations, no feathery plumes attached to the helmet.  It was practical, well-worn steel that had seen battle many times before. “He knighted me on the field, after the battle.”

”One boy against twenty ashwinders,” Fig whispered in her ear. “Quite a feat.”

She braced her palms against the stone ledge, hair falling over her shoulders. He looked up at her intently now, eyes wide.  even with his armor on, she could see his throat bobbing, swallowing down his nerves.  

“That settles it for me. I choose Ser Sebastian Sallow.” 

The hall descended into loud whispers; the girl holding his sigil gasped with delight, while the man behind her dropped his mouth open in shock.  Sebastian knelt, but kept his gaze fixated upon her.  It was as if the chocolate brown orbs were burning into her, somewhere between admiration and curiosity. 

Fig gave her a knowing look. “Ser Sebastian it is.”

”I’ll leave the details to Ser Sebastian’s investiture to you, Lord Fig.” the princess said, stepping down from the stool. Her heels clattered against the floor, hands folded behind her back. “And measure him for new armor.  Something befitting my sworn protector.”

”The customary armor, of course, with your sigil on the pauldron.” Fig noted.

She paused, turning one last time towards her counsel.

”Don’t forget his snakes.” She reminded him. “Silver with ruby eyes.”

Fig tried to conceal his smile. “Yes, princess.”

“You know we’re not allowed in the armory,” Poppy hissed, trying to tug on her skirt. “Lady Singer–”

“Lady Singer can kiss my arse,” the princess declared, enjoying the way her lady in waiting’s cheeks flushed. “I would like to supervise the fitting.  Will you join me?”

“I think not,” Poppy lifted her nose. “I’ll be off to the library to meet with Imelda.  You should stay out of trouble.” the brunette warned.

The princess pulled open the heavy door of the armory, grinning at her friend. “Trouble is my middle name,” she sang, waving goodbye as she entered the room.  The normally bustling armory was quiet at midday, with most of the knights standing guard.  She stepped past the rows of white cloaks, all hung under their corresponding owner’s name.  Weapons were stacked against the wall on wooden racks; she wouldn’t dare go near the spears, swords, and morningstars for fear of tipping them over.  Her slippers pattered against the flagstone floors as she walked deeper into the chamber in search of her new knight.

“There you are,” she declared, seeing him standing on the pedestal. Ser Sebastian Sallow stood in his freshly tailored white breeches and shirt, half dressed in his new gilded armor.

“Princess,” the armorer bowed his head quickly, stepping away from Sebastian. “I did not realize you were coming in to supervise the fitting.”

“Is it not tradition?” she asked, circling the pedestal with an approving nod.

“It is,” the armor rubbed his hands together anxiously. “For the king.  But you are a young lady, it’s hardly appropriate for you to be in the armory with a knight in a state of undress–”

“Ser Sebastian is my choice,” she pointed out. “So I will supervise the fitting of his armor and his sword selection, just as my uncle did for his sworn swords.”

“As you wish, princess.” The armor nodded. “I’ll fetch his sword at once.”  He bowed, walking backwards out of the room.

“Are you always so commanding?” Ser Sebastian asked, a hand on his hip.

“Only when they’re so formal.” she grinned, crossing her arms. “The armor looks good on you.”

Sebastian’s cheeks flushed. “Thank you.” he stammered. “And thank you for honoring my house.” he gestured to his pauldron, decorated with the Sallow family sigil. Instead of the crudely carved 

The armorer returned, holding a glimmering sword with a checked handle. “His sword, your grace.” he handed it to her for inspection. “I shall return shortly with his cloak; the seamstress was just finishing the hem.” He backed out of the room once more, leaving the pair alone.

The princess bobbed her head as she held the sword in her hand, testing its weight. “Good balance,” she mused, tossing it from one hand to the other.

“You’re trained with a sword?” Sebastian asked, eyebrow cocked.

She gave him a toothy grin, swinging the sword from side to side. “My uncle thought it best that I was taught the same as any other prince of the realm.” 

“I certainly agree,” Sebastian offered. “I trained my sister as best as I could before coming to the capitol.”

“Well then, should we practice for your investiture?” She asked. “On your knees, then.”

Sebastian sank to the floor, beaming up at her obediently.  He tipped his chin upwards, right hand resting over his heart. 

“Do you swear to uphold the code of the kingsguard?” she asked, trying her best to remember the vows Lord Fig had tasked her with memorizing.

“I do,” Sebastian echoed.

“Do you swear to guard the king with all your might, and give your blood for him and his heirs?” She recited the words slowly and thoughtfully.  The sword was beginning to feel heavy in her hands, but Sebastian didn’t budge.  He stayed, knelt below her on the ground, closed fist bound to his chest.

“I do.”

“Do you swear to take no wife, father no children, hold no lands? Do you swear to guard your king’s secrets, obey his commands, defend his name and honor?”

The princess blinked down at her chosen knight, hovering the blade over his shoulder. His big, brown eyes stared back at her, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.  She hadn’t noticed the freckles on his lips; then again, she’d never been so close to him before.  He looked both like a knight and a boy all at once–his armor was unfinished, missing the pauldron on his left shoulder that would bear her sigil.  Sebastian’s messy hair stuck up in the back, and the princess felt the strong urge to pat it down.

She instead remained steady, blade in hand.

“Do you swear, Ser Sebastian?” she asked.

“I swear to take no wife, father no children, nor hold any lands.  I swear to guard my queen’s secrets, obey her commands, defend her name and honor. For as long as I breathe, my life is my queen’s.” Sebastian gave her a coy look, eyes glittering with mischief; he aimed to flatter her, charming the princess with his change in verbiage.

Two could play that game, she thought. The princess lifted her sword, tapping it on both of his shoulders.  “By the grace of the future queen, I name you Ser Kiss Arse.” she declared dramatically.

Sebastian choked, and the princess laughed.  Her whole body shook with her giggles, and Sebastian pouted. 

“No fair,” he complained. “Pick a better name.”

“Fine,” she wiped a tear from her eye. Feigning composure, she straightened her posture and gave him her best queenly glare. “By the grace of the future queen, I name you Ser Freckles.”

“You’re making a mockery of it,” Sebastian whined.

“We’re practicing, remember?” She snorted. “I promise, I’ll be much more official during the actual ceremony.”

Sebastian huffed. “Fine then.  But if I get a nickname, then you get one too.” he warned. “Princess Picky is what I’ll call you.”

The princess scoffed, backing away. “Who called me picky?”

Sebastian gave her a sheepish look, rubbing the back of his neck. “Everyone at court, actually. They thought you were too picky with your requirements of the kingsguard.  The public is fairly certain you’re making a mistake in picking me as your sworn sword.” his smile faltered, a wave of doubt crashing over his face. “My family has no riches, no influence at court.  I have nothing else to offer you.”

The princess chewed her lower lip, dragging the sword behind her as she leaned down to face her knight. “It is no mistake,” she murmured, pressing a hand to his shoulder. “You are the most deserving of the title.  I chose you. And if that makes me picky, so be it.”

Sebastian touched her wrist; the gesture shocked her, eyelashes fluttering from the surprise embrace.  But she did not move her hand–the princess kept it on his uncovered shoulder, her hair falling in her face as she looked down at her sworn protector.

“Princess Picky and Ser Freckles,” Sebastian joked. “An eclectic pair.”

She gave him an earnest smile. “I’d have it no other way.”

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👁️👄👁️ mayhaps g!p Donna X fem reader having morning sex. reader is a soft dom and has a praise kink. Reader just sweet talks Donna while she rocks her, then they go make breakfast after they manage to recover from their legs feeling like jelly lol

Yess!!! Thank you for your request!!! I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes!!! :))))

What a morning

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Fem!! Reader

Warnings: G!P Donna, smut, Minors DNI, fluff,

Word count: 4,147

Summary: You didn't want to get out of bed...

N/A: Sorry about the language mistakes!!! Requests are open!!! I'm waiting yours!!!I love you all!!!

“Come on, tesoro... Wake up.”

A soft voice interrupted your pleasant slumber.

To be honest, you couldn't know if you woke up from a dream, or were already living on it. You, who already thought that your life would be reduced to taking care of animals and praying to Mother Miranda, were more than satisfied with the turn that fate had for you.

The inclement weather in the region helped you get lost in the forest, and find who would be the love of your life along the way. Donna Beneviento, Lord and lonely woman, also met her own fate due to inclement weather.

At first sullen and distrustful, she didn’t feel comfortable with your presence. You could have died. You could have hallucinated until you fell off the cliff. You didn't, you survived her anger at someone snooping around her territory.

And not happy with having the privilege of continuing to live, love came later. Donna could be many things, but nothing that had anything to do with what people said about her in the village. She was just a woman tormented by her past, by her appearance. She just needed someone like you to make her life less dark, and you, you too.

“Mm, leave me alone...” You said, slapping the air, trying to get rid of her soft touch on your body. “Five minutes…”

"That's what you said ten minutes ago, (Y/N), come on, we have things to do,” Donna whispered, treacherously uncovering you. You groaned in annoyance and shook your head.

“Donna... Come on, come here...” You whispered with your voice still asleep, searching everywhere for the warmth of the body that was hugging you.

She laughed sheepishly, but she shook her head, getting out of bed. Not before giving you a soft kiss on the lips.

You sat on the bed, trying to cover yourself from the cold of that dark room. Well, at least that way you could clear your mind.

“I thought today we could go for a walk in the woods,” she commented, getting rid of her nightgown and combing the black hair that drove you crazy.

“Can I take the bed with me?” You asked jokingly, rubbing your eyes. She laughed again, shaking her head.

You sighed and lay face down, admiring that beauty that took you so long to discover. Sometimes you found it that it wasn't really a dream, hard to believe.

When she turned around, you had to force yourself to contain your laughter. Donna was always so shy, so embarrassed... It was a shame that her body thought for itself, marking a prominent bulge in her underwear, to which you raised your eyebrows and shuffled a little closer to her.

“Oh…. Wow... Wow...” You sighed amused, biting your lip. Yes, some morning passion could be enough to wake you up.

“What?” She asked, oblivious to where your eyes were pointing. When she looked down, and she realized what exactly you were devouring in your thoughts, she cringed in shame, putting her hands in front of her to push that glorious vision away from you. “Oh, I'm, I'm sorry,” she said shyly, her face growing redder.

You laughed, shaking your head, not looking away from her.

“Why are you sorry? I like to see you so... Happy,” you commented with a velvety, sensual and provocative tone. You just hoped she wouldn't run away that time, as was customary when her body did that kind of things, seemingly for no reason.

“Don't... Look so directly at me, it makes me nervous,” Donna protested, looking away and turning around.

You laughed again, getting up from the bed and slowly walking towards the lady to grab her waist.

“I like what I see,” you whispered in her ear, making her cringe at your cheeky whisper. “Hey, Donna… What do you think if we change the walk thing? The woods are so boring...”

She sighed, grabbing the hands that rested on her waist and slowly turning towards you, with a look of suspicion.

“Oh, and… So… Where do you want to go?” She asked, a bit nervous about the kisses you were beginning to place on her neck, smiling against her skin.

“I had thought that maybe... Instead of walking through the woods you could...” You murmured, caressing her skin gently, making her stay completely still on the wooden floor. “You could take a walk… Through my body.”

Donna laughed and turned around, which you took advantage of to kiss her before she could protest or make some kind of absurd excuse.

“(Y/N), you are...” The doll maker whispered, taking a breath after a few hungry and eager kisses, which matched caresses to her bare chest.

“Wonderful? Incredible? The best?” You asked jokingly, hanging onto her neck and walking slowly until Donna collided with the edge of the bed.

“Impatient,” she whispered, pulling on your lower lip, showing you that ​​taking a short walk on your bare skin was a good plan. Her body only emphasized her conformity.

“Mm, maybe I am,” you said, gently pushing Donna so she fell on the bed and you could climb onto her body, moving your hips so you could feel her erection against your skin, something that drove you crazy. “Do you know what you are?” You asked with a hungry smile, as you got rid of your pajama shirt.

“No... I don't know,” she responded, grabbing your hips with her hands, maintaining that constant movement against her body.

“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen,” you whispered affectionately in her ear, making her tremble even more. Yes, you were an absolute fan of compliments, especially because of the reaction that those soft and tender words provoked in Donna.

“You make me blush,” she said, amused, joining your kisses, gently caressing your bare chest while you moved your hips slower making her body protest with a moan.

“That's the intention...” You hissed, with a dark, almost perverse tone, slowly kissing her chest, every inch of her skin, making her eye close in pleasure. “Do you want me to tell you more things?”

Donna nodded, holding on to you to keep you steady as her nails scratched your back in arousal. You laughed, standing up, causing another moan from the brunette, who felt the lack of contact like a stream of ice water.

“Then be a good girl and lie down on the bed,” you whispered in her ear, gently pushing her onto the mattress. Donna hesitated, but it was hard for her to turn down the opportunity to love you in such an unexpected way.

It wasn't the first time you caught her off guard. Every corner of the old estate had already been desecrated by your lust.

Crawling comically, she obeyed your request, lying down and watching expectantly as your pants disappeared in one swift movement, causing her dark, anxious gaze to fall on those now exposed parts.

“That's it... You're so good, Donna... You're so, so good...” You whispered, climbing onto her body and continuing with that soft friction, with discreet but noticeable movements of your hips.

She smiled, caressing your cheek as you kissed her neck, her chest, her shoulders... It was not something improvised on your part, it was intentional. You wanted to see her burn with desire, beg you to be closer to her, to have your hands playing with what her underwear was pathetically trying to hide.

“Oh, my love, do you need something?” You asked amused, grabbing one of your breasts, making her gasp at the sight and want to join on that lascivious touch. You pushed her hand away from you, clicking your tongue. “No, no, Donna… I asked you a question.”

She smiled nervously, but she kept your gaze, lowering that impatient hand over your chest, over your belly...

“I need you, (Y/N),” she whispered with a marked accent, her voice hoarse with her own desire, something you hoped to hear, but that wasn't enough for that torture you enjoyed every day.

“You’re so romantic…” You joked, making her shrug and look at you expectantly. “You love me, right?”

Donna nodded, her gaze tender, her hips moving a little faster, relieving the pressure she had between her legs.

“I love you, (Y/N),” she said softly, pulling you into a passionate kiss, something you didn't stop, laughing triumphantly at her serenity despite her nervousness.

It was possible that she was trying to fight against your words of affection. Maybe she was trying not to seem like a victim who gave in easily to your charms. Unfortunately for poor Donna, that was something she had never achieved.

You moved away from her kiss with a sigh that feigned severity, guiding her hand to where she wanted to go a few moments ago, to your breast, grabbing it, playing with your nipple between her soft and skillful fingers. You gasped, but remained calm. No, no, no. You were having control of the situation. Her caresses and kisses couldn't make you give in.

“I love you too, my love... My beautiful Donna,” You whispered, lowering your body so it rubbed against hers. The dance of your hips was accompanied by the wet kisses of your lips, which felt the vibration of her moans from your sweet words.

Her mouth traveled to your neck, to your shoulders, leaving her room to kiss, closing your eyes and enjoying her soft caresses, that romantic touch so far from lust and closer to innocence. But that didn't stop her mouth from biting one of your nipples, from stopping her lips from landing on innocent corners.

You smiled satisfied, moving away to play with the hem of your underwear, which had been getting in your way for a while.

Donna paused for a moment, only to watch your nakedness displayed in front of her. You noticed and played with the garment between your fingers, pouting at Lady Beneviento, who looked at you with curiosity and a bright eye, almost desperate.

“Do you want me to take it off? Do you want that, my love?” You asked in a sweet voice, moving away from her hips so she moaned again from the lack of contact. You discreetly glanced down at where her erection was twitching outside of her own underwear. No, not yet, you still had to play a bit more.

She nodded, frustrated at the lack of contact, bringing a hand to her trembling shaft to compensate the lack of your touch. That made you raise your eyebrows and give her a gentle smack as punishment.

“Donna, don't do that...” You scolded in a childish voice, leaning towards her and staying very, very close to her lips. “Don't be mean, mm?”

She moaned in response, trying to kiss you, which you prevented by pulling away again, causing her to protest with another anxious moan and stronger movements of her hips.

“Please, (Y/N)” she begged, framing your body with her hands, moving them over your skin so the temptation to masturbate would disappear with the softness of your body on top of hers.

You smiled again, caressing her chest, running your hand down her belly, brushing her erection with your fingers, making Donna gasp at your soft touch.

“Tell me, Donna, do you want me to take it off?” You asked with that soft voice again, emphasizing the movement of your hands in your underwear, pretending to lower it but at the last moment, you didn’t do it.

“Yes, please,” she asked in a comically formal way. To be honest, your panties had been bothering you for a long time, so there was no need to prolong that torture.

The garment disappeared down your ankles under her watchful gaze as she released her shaft from its prison, moaning in relief.

You put a hand on her chest so her back collided with the mattress. Your gaze was calm and your caresses were gentle, almost grazing her skin rather than touching it, a sensation she approved with a moan, grabbing your hips to position you in the desired spot, lining up your wet entrance with her trembling shaft, glistening with arousal.

Amused by her haste, you backed away from her, shaking your head and leaning into her ear.

“Who is the impatient one now?” You asked ironically, making her smile nervously, cupping your face in her hands and pulling you to cover yourself again with kisses, to continue that erotic dance of your bodies moving, rubbing skin to skin.

“I want you, (Y/N)...” Donna whispered, in your ear, making your dominant position about to falter, just about to falter.

“You want me,” you repeated amused, kissing her neck again, biting her skin, leaving a small mark, which made her tremble even more.

Your tireless lips moved down her chest, your tongue playing with her nipples, causing her moans to be replaced by gasps of surprise at your skillful movements.

Their hands stopped being so anxious and caressed you in a tender, romantic way, passing through your hair, over your back, brushing with your legs, with your hips, running over your entire body as if they wanted to memorize it, as if they wanted not to touch anything that wasn't your skin.

“You're so soft, so beautiful,” you whispered, rocking your hips, brushing her erection with your body, but only brushing. “Your whole body, your skin, is like a miracle, Donna, you are my miracle.”

Her eye widened and her expression saddened with a melancholy smile. Anything you could say to her was enough to get her excited by your words of affection. Donna was always alone. She never had anyone to tell her the truth of her existence, an almost divine one for you.

“(Y/N),” she moaned into your lips, pulling your face so they crashed into hers again, this time with more passion, with your tongues dancing at the same time as your bodies. The atmosphere had forgotten about the cold, it was only warm, scorching, capable of making you sweat while the desire increased, while it became more and more unbearable.

Her kisses turned you on even more, her hunger, the tremors of her body, the hardness of her shaft rubbing against your crotch. Even if you had wanted to wait a little longer, you wouldn't have been able to, not at all.

“Okay, my love... Here we go...” You said softly, lowering your hand to correctly position her erection at your entrance, playing with the tip on your clit, making you close your eyes in pleasure, just like her.

Donna kicked the mattress at the eternal waiting, at the touch of her penis against your moisture, without actually entering it. You knew she was enjoying it, but you also knew she needed you, a lot.

Little by little you lowered your body, feeling how her shaft slid smoothly inside you. Your arousal made that job easier, and made you shudder.

“Donna, you're so... Big...” You said in a low, lascivious tone, making the blush on her cheeks worsen as your walls hugged her body, stretching little by little. “You are perfect, my love, my body takes you so well…”

“So good...” She repeated when she was completely inside of you and you danced so she could feel you even more. “You, you hug so tightly, (Y/N)... I, I’m feeling you so much...”

“That's because I love you so much, my love, my beautiful Donna... My good Donna,” you said affectionately, moving slowly up and down, letting your body enjoy that intruder, letting your walls continue hugging her while you moaned in a low, sensual tone, one that you knew would make her more and more nervous, more excited.

Your words of comfort only made her moans the complete opposite of yours. Her hips moved as they could under your body, making you feel full, making you feel she was inside of you, making you hers and loving you as only Donna could do.

“My body is made for you, do you see? My body adores you, Donna, I adore you...”  You continued saying among moans, letting her hands play with your hips, making your body move the way she wanted, the way she needed.

“I, ti amo...”

You laughed at the loss of control of her language, something that only happened at moments like this, something that only anticipated how close she was to her release. But no, it was still early for that, although your body screamed for you to let your own orgasm out.

“Wait, honey...” You said, pulling out and making her moan in surprise and frustration at the loss of contact. “Come, come here.”

You lay down, taking her place, gently pulling on her hand so her body was on top of yours. Donna didn't protest the lack of her body in yours, surely she was embarrassingly close to her own release, and she didn't want it to be so soon either.

After a few wet kisses, which revealed with gasps the desire and hunger of your lust you opened your legs slightly, making the brunette position herself between them, entering you again with a faster movement, making you moan in surprise.

“Donna...” You sighed with a mischievous smile on your mouth, running your hands along her back, scratching her skin while her thrusts sent huge waves of pleasure to your body. She smiled, but she didn't stop, leaning into your body, a gesture you already knew, and you knew what it meant.

“Oh… My love... Do you want me to hug you?” You asked, to which she nodded moving slower inside of you, making your hips lose that dominant control and move without your permission. She went even deeper and lowered her head to your chest.

You hugged her lovingly while her body adapted to that new position, while your hands played with her hair, while your body took her again, this time faster, revealing her need... And yours.

“Shh, calm down, my love... I'm here with you...” You said while you cradled her body while you kept her so close to you, flattering her, showing that unconditional love, that way of showing those feelings. “Donna, I'm so close...”

She moaned at those words and her hips moved a little faster, in an almost frantic rhythm, synchronized with your moans. Your walls hugged her erection with hunger, with the impatience that your face didn’t show. You let yourself be carried away by pleasure, closing your eyes and hugging her body tightly, letting only her movements take you to the limit, something that didn't take long to happen.

Your back tensed, your nails digging into her skin as your body suffered the spasms of an intense orgasm, one that you released with a moan you were sure would have made a few more cracks in the walls.

“Keep going, keep going, my love, you're doing so well...” You said when Donna stopped to contemplate the pleasure that her body was giving you.

With you now free of pressure, she no longer had to worry, and she resumed her movements in a much more intense way, in the way she knew she couldn't endure for long.

“Can I do it inside? Please,” Donna asked you with an intense moan, with that need forcing her to stop until she heard your response. You smiled, embarrassingly close to a second release.

“Of course, Donna, you've been so good,” you said in a condescending tone, gripping the sheets to hide your second orgasm, one that was revealed when Donna moaned again with one last thrust and her heat was released inside of you.

You clung to her body, not wanting to lose that overwhelming heat, that wet caress that made its way into your body. Donna fell to your chest, hugging it tightly as her seed filled you, while your walls played with that wetness, tightening with a second orgasm.

“It has been...” She sighed, taking a breath, smiling freely and with her bright eye, smiling in a tender, almost innocent way, almost.

“Amazing, like you, Donna,” you said affectionately, letting her leave you and lean better on your heaving chest, letting your fingers tangle in her black hair again.

“You are so flattering,” she murmured, playing with her finger on your chest, intertwining your legs, wet from your actions, from her release and your wetness mixed together. “You tell me some very nice things, (Y/N).”

“Do you like me to tell you?” You asked laughing amused. It was a little fetish of yours, but if it served to make Donna look at you with that face, so be it.

“I like it so bad... I... No one had ever said something like that to me or... Or done something like that to me,” she said with a slightly sadder tone, surely remembering the darkness of her past.

“That doesn't matter anymore, Donna, you are with me now, and I will never stop telling you how much I love you,” you said with a sincere tone, free of lust and any other feeling that wasn’t love. “Should we take a shower?”

The hot water ran down your exhausted bodies. It was a relaxing sensation and at the same time… Hot, very hot.

Donna hugged you from behind, resting her head on your shoulder while you enjoyed that romantic feeling, those arms tenderly embracing you. A shame your head turned to the path of sin when you turned around.

Without giving her time to protest, you launched yourself into her kisses, ones that she accepted willingly, hugging your body, keeping it very close to hers, making it so not even water could extinguish the flame of passion.

It may not have been something so slow and intense, but still, that moment of passion underwater was also worth remembering. It was a more unbridled, faster, more accelerated passion. Your body maintained balance while her arms served as support, feeling her inside of you again, feeling how she took you again, eagerly, without fear, without shame. What a day, and it had just begun.

“I'm so, so tired...” You murmured, leaning on the kitchen counter.

Once dressed, you decided to prepare breakfast. With your body and hers hidden under the fabric of your dresses, there was no longer any room for temptation, well, at least on her part. You just had to imagine her body inside yours like a few moments ago to feel that unbearable heat again.

“Me too, you’ve destroyed me, (Y/N)” Donna said amused, watching how the coffee maker did its work on the fire.

“Well, don't exaggerate,” you joked, running your hands up her back and peeking over her shoulder, stealing a quick, chaste kiss, to which she smiled shyly.

“My legs are shaking, (Y/N),” she commented, amused, moving the coffee maker off the heat and exaggerating her steps. You laughed, shaking your head.

“Me too, and I'm not complaining that much,” you said, putting the cup in front of you so that bitter liquid would clear your mind and divert your desire to sleep.

“You were complaining five minutes ago, tesoro,” she commented, pouring a coffee to herself and blowing out the heat.

“Well, but... I don't know, it was worth it, don't you think?” You asked feigning indifference, leaning next to her and looking at the rickety ceiling.

She nodded, glancing at you out of the corner of her eye, sighing at the same time as you.

“What do you want us to do today?” She asked, diverting the conversation so your lascivious eyes wouldn't attack again. It's not that you didn't want to, your body was simply too tired to repeat... At least at that moment, there was a whole day ahead.

“I thought you wanted to go for a walk,” you joked, nudging her, to which she laughed again, making a funny face.

“I don't think I can walk more than five minutes, (Y/N)... I think, I think we could work on the dolls.”

“What you don't want is for me to attack you again, huh?” You asked mockingly, joking, of course. Joking, right?

“Well, that too,” she teased, gently pinching your chin and kissing your cheek lovingly, pulling away before you could make another move.

“I couldn't even if I wanted to,” you admitted, with a sigh, controlling the trembling of your legs. “Look at my legs, they look like jelly.”

Donna looked at you amused, and she shook her head at that comparison, suddenly putting on a serious face.

“I mention the dolls...” she whispered, thinking about something.

“It's true, where is Angie?” You asked, alarmed by the missing puppet, which should already be bothering you.

“I'm up here, you stupid clings! Whenever you want, you can stop making babies and come here to pay me some attention! You stupid morons!”

“Oh...” You sighed, embarrassed. “Do you think she is angry?”

[pickles-likes-ducks]

The contact names that the 2003 Teen Titans could have made up for each other would have been glorious.

Robin:

Penis Slang (I can honestly see Raven doing this secretly, and no one knowing until she has to use Siri to call him. "Hey Siri, call Penis Slang" *dramatically slow head turns* "..." "WHAT THE ACTUAL-")

Orphaned Circus Boy (I think Terra would have been on the team for a lot longer than most timelines make it out to be. Like, I think the titans would have been a lot closer with her, and she would absolutely do this)

Richard John Grayson (Vic would do this after overhearing a phone call with Alfred)

Richard❤️ (I think Kori would never change this, but she'd change the heart to 🩵 when he becomes Nightwing)

🍆 (gar would do this as a young teen, think it was the funniest thing ever, and then just never change it)

Raven:

Mama💜(he's so whipped for her)

Friend Raven (even after getting better at human languages and customs, I think kori would keep this forever)

demon spawn (I think Dick and Raven would act like siblings)

Scary Lady💅🏻 (Vic would have a reasonable amount of fear after first meeting Raven, but add the 💅🏻 after getting closer with her)

Pookie💜(Terra would absolutely call her pookie, you cannot change my mind)

BB:

Gar💚 (she would. Raven would absolutely adore him, it's just hard for her to show it)

Portable Zoo (Dick would. Absolutely.)

Animal Planet (Vic would have set this early on, and just never changed it)

Green Bean 🐍 (I think Terra called him that in Judas Contract. I think these two would be good friends, and Terra would be the most hardcore BBRAE shipper)

Garfield🐈 (I think Kori would like learn about pop culture, and never stop mentally equating BB to Garfield the cat. She would absolutely lean how to make vegan lasagna too)

Starfire:

Kori🛸 (I think Raven would keep most people’s contact names simple, unless she’s really close to them, and then I think she’d add an emoji or change it to something funny)

She's Got Some Fire Hair (Vic would never stop laughing at his own pun)

Sleeper Build Final Boss (Terra would absolutely go crazy the first time she saw how strong Kori is)

Star 💫 (Gar would set this as soon as she got a phone and never change it)

Space Girl🩷(that's their ship song, argue with the wall)

Cyborg:

Vic (again, I think Raven would keep most people’s contact names simple, unless she’s really close to them, and then I think she’d add an emoji or change it to something funny)

Bald (Dick would. Even if Vic grew out his hair and had dreads on the living half of his head, Dick would still call him bald)

ChatGPT (Gar would absolutely use Vic as google)

Victor (Kori likes using full names, idk)

Dwayne the Rock Johnson (since terra has like rock powers, and his last name is stone, and he’s bald, these two would make so many bad puns)

Terra:

Earth Day Birthday (I hc Terra's bday being April 22, which is earth day. I think gar would find that out and keep it forever)

Terra (kori just uses people’s full names a lot ig)

Rihanna💎 (very long contextual inside joke that devolved from asking terra if should could summon gemstones the same way she could with rocks, then someone mentioned diamonds, and gar started singing Rihanna and dick will never stop laughing at this. He would write it on her fking birthday cards)

WITCH (there’s a lot of different lore about terra, but basically I imagine her running away from her village after they tried to kill her for “being a witch”. I think Raven would have had a lot of the same accusations, and Raven, Terra, Klarion, and Jinx would be in a group chat titled “evil witches”)

Stoner (you cannot look me in the eyes and tell me that six teenagers living on their own were not hotboxing the tower every fucking day. Gar would absolutely be an amazing cook, and he would, without a doubt, learn how to cook with weed. Absolutely. Vic would set this as terra’s name for that reason, and bc she has rock powers and his last name is Stone, therefore these two would have endless rock puns)

I might make one of these for 2003 Titans East idk

[phoenixremix69]

It really is a shame how much nothing Kaguya turned out to be in Naruto because it'd be SO easy to make her an interesting enough final villain if you just do 3 things 1. Give her a better backstory that doesn't involve aliens. 2. actually foreshadow her before the final arc. and 3. Give her a personality beyond big floaty lady that hates people being awake. Don't believe me? watch this

This story starts in a land so old, it's name has been forgotten. In this land, there was a young noblewoman with one innocuous ability that would reshape the world: She could turn into any animal. She most took the form of a fox, she loved foxes, but snails, birds, any creature that called the earth home, she could become.

One day, while she was tending to her estate's gardens, she noticed three animals locked in a duel: a snake, a slug, and a toad. Being a kind girl that hated violence of any kind, she used her abilities to take each of their forms and try to convince them to stop fighting. When she took their forms, she could see each of their needs and perspectives, and, using her knowledge of diplomacy, brokered an armistice between their clans. But they had knowledge to teach her as well, and with that shared knowledge of the three clans, and her own perspective as a human, she noticed the natural flowing energy that flowed between all. And tapped into it. And she became a god.

Her hair and skin turned white as the moon, her eyes filled rings and tomoe and power. And with this power and her knowledge, she did the same thing she did with her father and the other local liege lords. She made the fighting stop. And it was glorious for a time. She grew, and took a husband and had two baby boys. She loved her boys, so she taught them everything she knew about this new power called senjutsu. Though only one of them, Hagaromo had the same type of power as her, the other, Homura, had a different sort of power altogether, born not from nature but his own soul, that he named chakra.

And each of these boys grew and had dynasties of their own, and taught each of their children and citizenry how to use chakra, as it seemed senjutsu had the not slight chance to petrify normal humans. Hagaromo, using his power over nature, made his fields prosper. but one day, a farmer, normal though taught chakra to water his crops, murdered a neighboring farmer from Hagaromo's territory, and took his money and land. And all of the fighting started again, only worse this time, as so many now had power. Kaguya seeing her gift, her knowledge, being uses to murder hundreds, and it disgusted her. So she took a new form. monstrous, completely of her own mind, and with one goal:seek out and destroy anyone possessing chakra. It might not stop the fighting, but at least no one will pervert her gift again. The two boys, now wizened elders saw what their mother had become, and hardened their hearts for what had to be done. They tore her soul from her body and crushed it to pieces. One took her corpse and took it to where it would never be disturbed. The other took her soul fragments and crafted them into her favorite animals. he carved the largest into a fox, her favorite. Then a bull. a beetle, and so on. and new beings were born from them, young and hopeful.

But you know that story already

But what you don't know is 3 things

The first is that she is not dead. She is senjutsu boy, as long as winds blow, as rivers run, as trees live, she is a fact of life as sure as the air in your lungs.

The second is that Kaguya, not wanting her beloved to perish, made him an immortal body, and he very much misses his wife. All he has to do is combine her fragments and body in one place.

The third is that Kaguya, being nature energy itself, can see all of what humans have done with her gift. all the wars, all the atrocities. and she is not happy

[craziechwiv]

The Paladin and their Succubus frenemy - 1

Jaune the Paladin was on a quest to find some herbs for a nearby village, plucking away at some he found while he sang a tune to himself. All was going well apart from some altercations with wild animals, until he heard someone's voice snickering in the distance.

He instinctly got up with quick haste and pulled out his shield and sword, preparing for a brawl only to see no one around his vicinity. That is until he felt a sharp cold feeling go down his spine and the gaze of someone watching him.

???: Ooo, you're getting quicker by the day our paths cross; oh glorious paladin of mine~.

Jaune: sigh, Ruby...why are you here?

Jaune lowered his guard and turned around, to be greeted by a short, black haired girl with red tips. She smiled innocently at the paladin as he walked up to him, swaying her hips side to side and placing a hand on his chest, trailing her finger down to his...lower part.

Succubus!Ruby: I'm just here to see my favorite target. It's not often to meet such a strong man, in faith and in endurance that is~.

Jaune grimaced to how they first met, with him still bearing the scars of her claw marks on his armor and his back. During then, she merely tried to seduce him before trying to kill him straight off. Now? She is more of a nuisance than any.

Jaune: Uh huh, like I'll believe the word of an insatiable lusted demon. Could you please not get in the way of my task this time? I'm in the middle of collecting-

Succubus!Ruby: These?

Jaune turned around to face her, only to see her holding a bag that she extended towards him. Jaune hesitantly took the bag from her before checking its contents. He couldn't believe his eyes as he saw it was full of some herbs he needed a bunch of or he hadn't found yet. He turned his gaze back towards the succubus who just looked at him with a shrug.

Succubus!Ruby: I heard you we're looking for these by...spying on you when you were still at the village. So, I took the initiative of finding most of them for you. I wouldn't want my favorite Paladin getting harmed, you know~.

Jaune his ignored her other comment but was grateful for her help, even if she was what he sworn to slay. Neither the less, Jaune patted her head softly, a surprise to Ruby who backed away from the action as Jaune looked at her with a stern look.

Jaune: I'm grateful for you doing this for me, but still know we're still on opposite sides at the end of the day.

Succubus!Ruby: U-Uh huh...

Jaune nodded back and made his leave from the dense forest, leaving a flustered Ruby who licked her lips slowly, as she sprouted her wings and tail that she hides when meeting mortal beings.

"Well...now I DEFINITELY want him~."

Next chapter >

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Credit for the idea goes to @goldenhawk18550 even if he didn't want it.

[squeakyleftsneaker]

Watching Voltron for the 1st Time: S6 Ep. 4-5

IF YOU'RE NEW CLICK HERE FOR BACKSTORY. Or ig just take me at my word that if it hadn't been for the joy of this kid I tutor, I would never have gotten nearly as far into this show as I have. But now I'm here and like. Fuck it. We ball. We shall see this through to the end. To it's glorious, probably absolutely disastrous end. I have MANY feelings about this. Mixed. BUT THEY ARE NUMEROUS. I know I said I planned on finishing season 6 today but. I may need to pause after these 2 episodes.

Pleasantly Surprised

Keith showed up and didn't explain shit. In character.

Wow Keith also got a based feminism moment "Romelle should tell her own story" (this is obviously not serious I am tearing my eyes out from the exposition)

Romelle wants Lotor's ass dead she's so real

Allura fucking HURLING Lotor was cathartic for me

When they fix Shiro ig he and Keith can coparent the black lion

Keith said "I can fix him"

New drinking game take a shot every time Keith says "shIRo"

WOW the art is beautiful WOW WOW WOW. I love it. I unfortunately love retro space-age aesthetics

Clone Shiro wow there's so many of them how fun (I am not surprised)

And again I am so impressed by the quality of the animation and the fight choreography, both of which are STUNNING and the character beats are beautiful throughout. Man. This fight is. Such a gorgeous piece of animation AND writing put together. I'm unwell. We could've had a whole show full of stuff like this!

AND NOW THEY HAVE MATCHING SCARS BRO I'M SICK THIS WAS BEAUTIFUL. THE QUIET LITTLE "Keith" WHEN HE CUTS OUT THE ARM? THE WAY THEY FALL TOGETHER WITH THESE LITTLE SHOTS OF THEM TOGETHER BEFORE ALL THIS HAPPENED? IT'S SO GOOD HOLY FUCK

IF THERE WAS ANY JUSTICE IN THIS WORLD MAN IF THERE WAS ANYTHING SACRED AND GOOD WE WOULD HAVE THIS ALL THE TIME.

MOST MEANINGFUL RELATIONSHIP IN THIS FUCKING SHOW MAN AND IT'S SO LOVINGLY RENDERED HERE

TOOK SHIRO SAVING HIM OVER AND OVER AGAIN AS A KID FOR HIM TO COME OUT HERE AND RECIPROCATE IT FINALLY ON LEVEL PLAYING FIELD MAYBE AGING HIM UP WAS WORTH IT

*Arrested Development Scene Plays* "Well I Don't Know What I Expected"

*Evil instincts* DEEP BELEAGUERED SIGH

THIS IS THE SAME ALLURA WHO FIRED ON THESE PALADINS WHEN SHE FELT SHE HAD TO. THE SAME ALLURA WHO RIGHTFULLY DID NOT FUCKING TRUST THE BLADE OF MARMALADE UNTIL THEY PROVED IT. AND YOU WANT ME TO BELIEVE LOTOR FLIPPED HIS LITTLE HAIR AND THAT WAS ENOUGH? KILL ME

MORE FUCKING EXPOSITION BRO THIS COULD'VE BEEN AN EMAIL

I again think that this could be SO MUCH MORE of an impactful reveal if Lotor had SEEMED trustworthy at all but we SAW people on planets who werent Galra distrust Voltron more and more, we SAW Lotor not acting in any way. I JUST. MAN. yOU COULD DO SO MUCH HERE

LIKEWISE THE BITS WITH SHIRO AND HAGGAR CONTROLLING HIM? COULD'VE BEEN GREAT IF THEY'D SET IT UP RIGHT

This fucking assembly sequence bro get me OUT OF HERE

Subtitles informed me Little Miss Blue Dabadee Dabada is named Axca. Sure. Also wtf is her DEAL like they do not know what to do with her

Lotor's really doing a dash of Altea fetishism.

Axca is really just. Thoroughly a confused character. They don't know what to do with Lotor's goons and it's. A pain in the ass.

See how much better this could've been if they were setting up Pidge being worried about Shiro, if they had set up the other stuff, IT COULD'VE BEEN WONDERFUL RISING TENSION THROUGHOUT THE SERIES SINCE SEASON 3 BRO

I'm kind of. Reeling. Wow. What a fantastic fucking fight. It's genuinely this show's crowning moment and I completely didn't expect it. What a genuinely pleasure to watch. I genuinely am now kind of retroactively much sadder about the rest of this show being the way it is and I would love to understand WHY. Because this is such a beautifully written fight. Gorgeous.

Keith and Shiro were really the only interpersonal relationship that received any time or development, and we see a lot of it with Shiro still taking on a sort of leading role, this fight was kind of necessary to get them now onto a much more level playing field– hell even in the fight you see that ultimate shift in dynamics.

Shiro is winning winning winning winning until finally Keith just lets GO and that's where you finally see em as true equals. LOVELY stuff. Which makes me just. MAD.

Because the writers CLEARLY aren't just hacks, they packed a ton of growth and emotional depth into all of this. So something in the development of this show was just. Broken. And that's infuriating. There's a great story in this show somewhere. There's so much you can do. And like. Even with these two characters, who (and I cannot stress this enough) are the most developed relationship over the course of the show, you see these long stretches of time where they don't know what to do with them.

Where they'll just have Keith do whatever The Trope demands without thinking about what he's supposed to be doing, where they just forget that Shiro was compromised for long stretches of time (and man how great would it have been for Keith to have felt Shiro was off somehow, how great would it have been for Shiro to have been trying to hide the headaches and such from Keith bc he felt he still had to be in a sort of leading role with him).

This show is just RUSHED. They know what moments they want to get to but there's so little thought put into HOW and that's how we get long-ass segments of pure expository dialogue and these flat characters until they can do what we need them to do to get in position for A Moment. And that's.... a shame! Because fights like the one between Keith and Shiro really just highlight how much is LOST in this show.

Man

This show PISSES ME OFF DAWG. Anyway I hope that the writers move forward by having Shiro get a chance to lean on Keith more and grow himself. That's what they've been setting up from SEASON ONE really, which is. Kinda wonderful.

ALSO ALLURA GIRL GET UP. LOTOR IS JUST A GUY. HIT HIM WITH UR LION!!!!!!

[abductedhiko]

Favorite Color

Silly wolfstar microfic ^_^

word count: 628

Sirius listened to the steady thrum of Remus’ heart as sunlight shone through the curtains of the bed. It was around midday, which ment James was going for his usual fly around the grounds, zooming around the grounds. Peter, usually following whatever James does, went with him. And that was that.

It left the perfect window of time for Remus and Sirius to steal away little moments like this one.

Sirius stroked a finger lazily down Remus’ side, a little flare of delight went through him to feel the boy sigh in relief.

Sirius thought of all the things he didn’t know about his Moony, despite having been secretly dating him for a few months. Little things, like his favorite food or his favorite animal.

“…Moony?” He said softly.

“Pads?”

“What’s your favorite color?”

Remus paused the hand delicately clawing through Sirius’ hair to think it over.

“I suppose I never really had a favorite color..” he murmured thoughtfully.

Sirius pulled his head up from his chest in surprise. “That can’t be true! How could you not have a favorite color?!

Remus let out a startled little chuckle, holding his hands up in mock surrender. “I guess I never picked…is that so bad, Padfoot?”

“Of course it is!” Sirius huffed. “Here, pick one right now.”

Remus took a moment to mull it over, looking around the bed before settling on looking at Sirius. “Hmmm…then I guess I pick…blue.”

The same color of Sirius’ eyes.

Sirius’s lips immediately curled back into a giddy grin. He quickly tackled him in a hug, burying his face in Remus’ neck.

“I love you, you know that?!” He said happily, as he pecked a trail of kisses along his neck. His nose tingled in delight as he took in Remus’ smell. Chocolate, freshly-washed clothes, and just the littlest hint of sweat. Safe.

Remus let out a startled laugh, using his hands to grab his waist and pull him closer, planting a kiss on the side of his head.

“‘Love you too, Pads.”

#

James zoomed around the grounds, laughing at the shock of the bustling students scattered here and there. He even saw Lily! He shot her a little wink, and she gave him a little shy wave. His grin widened as her friends next to her laughed and teased.

He felt empowered, the wind blowing through his hair and across his toned skin left him with a glorious chill that made him feel alive.

He was flying around, around, around Gryffindor tower, when he suddenly stopped by the window of his dorm.

He peaked in, and his eyebrows shot up to his hairline in shock.

Remus and Sirius laid in the same bed, legs entangled. Sirius had tackled Remus in a hug, leaving doting little kisses across his neck. And Remus’ eyes shown with happiness.

Suddenly, his eyes drifted away from Sirius and to the window James peaked in from. The affectionate smile on Remus’ face dropped in realization.

The two locked eyes for a second of tension.

When James brought up his hand into a thumbs up, he nodded his head in approval. Remus seemed to let out a small sigh of relief.

And James quickly zoomed off on his broom to leave them to their privacy, spiraling down the side of Gryffindor tower, a smile beginning to form across his face.

Of course. It makes so much sense. He thought happily to himself.

Just then, Peter rode up to his side. His creamy brown hair was swept in the wind and his chubby cheeks had a red tint of chill to them.

The boy smiled teasingly at James. “What happened? Why are you smiling like that, Prongs?”

James only laughed, flying away, leaving Peter playfully chase after him.

[corpsebasil]

NIKOLAI HUNGER GAMES PARTE DOS

dear God he's so handsome I can't do this

Maybe you shouldn't be, you know you shouldn't be, but you're happy to see your prep team regardless of how you're feeling on the inside.

"'The female tribute for District Two'" Lionus Treech, the announcer for your district, had cheered, reading the slip of paper inside the glass bowl. If you could've bet money you'd put your life's savings on every name in that bowl being yours. "'Y/N Y/L/N!'"

When you moved forward, exchanging one quick glance with the sharp-toothed Enobaria, you knew none of the other surviving victors would volunteer. Even Brutus, a nasty, violent man that still treats life like an arena, hadn't done much but lift his brows when Nikolai's name was read from the male bowl. (It helped that Nikolai was watching Brutus with an expression that promised unspeakable violence if the older man even blinked funny.)

"Darling!" The first voice cries; the trio of stylists that burst through the train door are as loud as their sense of style, all three clad in some sort of animal print. "You look stunning!" Lark gasps, bringing his warm hands to your face. The dark-skinned man is wearing bright purple liner, the color unfairly gorgeous on him. "Don't worry, we'll get these dark circles out of the way. Where's that handsome man of yours?"

"You won't believe the party you missed last month, Y/N. There were aerialists dressed like actual swans! And a frozen swan ice sculpture!" Jem adds, kissing your cheeks quickly. Her dark hair is pulled back in a spiky bun, the part of her hair zigzagging. "You would've looked glorious in this white little number I was working on--covered in feathers. Just glorious."

"I'm sure Y/N feels devastated she missed it." Xiomara, your most level-headed stylist, muses, her tattooed skin free of any makeup. She almost looks normal by Capitol standards--if it weren't for the ear-modding that leaves the tips of them pointed like a fairy's. Her golden eyes are amused when she pulls you into a soft hug, her voice soft. "Hello, darling. We've all missed you." When she pulls away it's clear she wants to say more but she doesn't. "The gem of the Capitol. We will do our best to make you shine."

"Oooh! That's an idea!" Lark snaps his fingers. "'Shine'!"

"What are you getting at?" Jem scoffs.

"Shiiiiiineee. We can cover her skin in gold dust! She'll look like a goddess."

"She'll look like a damn disco ball."

"Lets see you come up with--"

"Hello." The moment Nikolai speaks, his frame filling the empty doorway, all three preps whip their heads in his direction. Jem actually blushes. Then the cooing begins, Jem and Lark fussing over him while you and Xiomara watch with tiny smiles on your faces. Your prep team--Nikolai's biggest fans. "Yes, yes I did." Nikolai responds to a flurry of questions, Lark's biggest concern being whether your lover has cut his hair recently or not.

"With you and Finnick there I'll have to keep smelling salts around for the amount of swooning Capitol citizens." Lark sighs, fanning himself dramatically. "Just imagine him covered in gold dust, Jem."

"I am certainly imagining it."

"Picture it. Picture it vividly."

"Let's allow the two of them relax." Xiomara urges, calmly leading her fellow stylists out the door. She gives Nikolai a soft pat on the shoulder as they leave, still squawking about covering the two of you in gold dust. The second the door closes you sit on the nearest velvet-clad seat, a long sigh leaving you.

"Gold dust, hmm?" Nikolai hums, approaching you calmly. "Seems like your prep team is excited for the Quell."

"Maybe they're inspired. They get to style me, after all."

"Course they are." Nikolai smirks when he leans over you, arms caging you against the couch. Your eyebrows lift, chin raising a fraction as he crowds you, forcing you to look up. "You're utterly striking."

"Why thank you. I always say--"

"You always say--?"

"--'I am the gem of Panem'--"

"Yeah, yeah." Nikolai scoffs, cutting off your giggles with his mouth. He leans into you, lips roving over your own while you close your eyes, your hands tugging him even closer. "'Gem of Panem'. You certainly are." His words are spoken softly against your lips before his tongue moves to trace the curve of your throat.

"Yes..." You murmur, head tipping back. "That is....true."

"Mhmm."

"Nik."

If anyone overhears the moan you let out when he kisses his way down your neck, tugging the front of your dress down with him, they don't bother you.

Lol

I need him

[hereforreadandwrite]

Chapter Six

Masterlist

Nighttime was one of the things you hated the most.

During the day, you had something to occupy your mind and not think about anything too much, when night came, you were lying in your bed. You couldn't stop your mind from wandering and thinking about things you didn't want to think about. When you slept, you couldn't help but dream about old Tyr.

Even now, as you lay on your uncomfortable makeshift bed, you couldn't help but think about your husband.

Your beloved husband, the man you loved the most in her Nine Realms, the man you had placed all your trust in, was gone forever. Odin had managed to kill him in a way.

You put your arm over your eyes, sighing and trying to relax when you heard his light laugh and his hand rest on your stomach.

"You think too much… again," Tyr commented. "What's troubling you?"

You sighed, your gaze falling on Tyr. Your husband smiled at you, eyeing you with his golden eyes. You had always loved his Bifrost eyes, this gift given by the Jotnars to facilitate his many travels across the Realms. You left your side of the bed, lying on Tyr's chest. The God of War just smiled as he let you do it, wrapping his arm around your waist. You ran your hand over his cheek, running your thumb under his eye.

"Did it… hurt? When the Giants put his Bifrost eyes on you…?" you asked, running your thumb over his cheekbone.

"No," he answered, running his hand over your back. "They were very delicate and then… they had me drink twenty cups of billow maidens' ale to numb me."

"You were completely drunk?" you asked with a chuckle. "I can't imagine you being unable to think straight."

"It's true that it wasn't my most glorious moment," Tyr replied with a chuckle. "But the Giants were generous in giving me his Bifrost eyes."

You hummed, continuing to run your thumb over his cheekbone, still admiring his special eyes. You didn't even want to imagine how Odin had reacted when he saw his son come back with his eyes there. He must have been so angry at Tyr and the Giants, with his obsession with absolutely wanting to know the secrets of his people. You sighed, sitting on your husband's waist. He smiled at you, placing his hands on your waist.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked, continuing to trace circles on the top you had stolen from him.

"When you came back with his eyes… how did he react?"

"The Allfather wasn't exactly thrilled when I came back with his eyes. But he strangely left me alone, until I had to deal with Garm and lost an arm."

You flinched at the name of Hel's wolf. Although you loved Tyr, you had always been dismayed by the story of Garm. An animal that was feared because of its abilities and its imposing size. Tyr felt your muscles tense under his hands. The God of War straightened up, sitting down, making you sit on his thighs.

"I know you don't like it when I talk about Garm… but you know I had no choice."

"Hmhm… like father had no choice with Lyngbakr or like Odin had no choice with my wings."

"Love, please," Tyr said, placing his hand on your cheek. "It's a nice night…"

"Yes, sorry…"

"I know your bitterness for all these things. Believe me, for Garm… if I had found something else to keep him under control, I would have done it…"

"I know, excuse me… I…" you said, running your hand through your hair. "I think it's fatigue."

"His last few days have been quite busy…" he said softly, continuing to caress your cheek. "Rest, Beloved."

You nodded slightly, leaving Tyr's waist to lie down. Tyr pulled the furs on your shoulders, he kissed your forehead, wishing you goodnight.

You sighed, running your hands over your face, opening your heavy eyelids. Why did you have to dream of the old Tyr? You pushed the furs aside, leaving your makeshift bed to leave the room and see Kratos, Freya, Mimir, Sindri and Brok. The small group was discussing what they can do against Heimdall and what they can do to get Atreus back.

"We need to build an army before we go to Asgard," Freya said. "Alone, we are helpless."

"And who do you plan to ask? Freyr and his men?" Mimir asked.

"Yes, and also other people who can help us."

"Who do you have in mind?" Kratos asked, looking at the Goddess.

"The Valkyries."

"Are you serious?" you asked, looking at Freya sternly. "After all this time without thinking or seeing your sisters, it is now that you decide you need them."

"Daughter, please," Mimir said. "You know it's more complicated than that and that Freya also suffered from this situation."

"Hmhm," you answered, crossing your arms, without looking away from the former Queen of the Valkyries. "But the last I heard, my mother and aunts are still prisoners."

"No," Kratos answered, turning around. "Atreus and I fought them and I freed them from their fleshly shell."

You looked at Kratos surprised by what he had just said. This guy had managed to defeat your mother and aunts? It's impossible. Even corrupted, the Valkyries were still the strongest and most powerful warriors in the Nine Realms. Even you, who had been trained since the day you could walk, by your mother and aunts, you had only defeated your aunt Kara once and she was the only Valkyrie you had managed to defeat. You knew that this guy had reduced the Greek pantheon to himself, so defeating the Valkyries must have been child's play for him. You ran your hands over your face, before running them through your hair, nodding slightly. You placed your hands on your hips, eyeing Freya, asking her how she planned to bring Sigrun and the other Valkyries back to life. The Goddess explained that she would have to go to Vanaheim and use Vanir magic to restore a pure fleshly body to the Valkyries.

So it was possible to bring your mother and aunts back to life.

It was possible that your family would be reunited.

With that thought, your heart sank.

No, your family will never be complete again. Your gaze fell on the door that led to Tyr's room. You shook your head, chasing his thoughts from your mind. You had to stay focused on the essentials. Namely: how to bring the little boy back to his father and kill Heimdall.

"But it seems you're forgetting something," you said as you approached the group. "Heimdall is the bearer of the Gjallarhorn. If he blows on it, he will rally all the other Realms during Ragnarök. And Odin didn't entrust it to him for nothing."

"Are you telling me I can't save my son?" Kratos asked, looking at you sternly.

"I never said that, but you should think of other ways to save your little boy. Trust me, even Tyr can't fight him," you explained, looking at Kratos. "You have to think of all the options."

Kratos fell silent. The Greek God of War stood up, taking Mimir with him, and headed towards the door. Everyone watched as he left Sindri's house to go who knows where. You sighed, running your hands over your face before moving away from the table to go out and sit on… you never knew if it was a bench or a table, but that's where you settled. Yggdrasil had always been a strange, dangerous, and fascinating place. You took a deep breath, lying down on the bench, trying to relax and think about something else. You placed your hands on your stomach, taking a deep breath before exhaling slowly.

"Inhale deeply and exhale slowly," Tyr's voice said as you felt his hand rest on your stomach. "Focusing on your breathing allows you to keep your mind clear."

Clear mind?

Since you were here, you didn't know how to think clearly anymore. You sighed, running your hands over your face, lying back on the bench, observing the branches of Yggdrasil when something strange happened. You suddenly sat up when you heard the sound of a tear. A fairly large breach had just opened without any explanation and Hel-Walkers came out of the breach.

"Shit!" I exclaimed as I made my weapon appear.

Freya, Brok and Sindri rushed out to help you fight the dead who came out of the breach without interruption.

"What's going on?!" Freya exclaimed as she brought her sword down on the enemies.

"No ideas!! The Breach appeared all at once!!" I exclaimed as I pierced a Hel-Walker's chest.

"I have to close the breach!" Freya exclaimed. "Someone cover me!"

"There are too many of them!!" Brok shouted

The number of Hel-Walkers did not decrease. You killed some and closed the Breaches, others opened, allowing the dead to return. It had to be at a time when Kratos was not there. And Tyr was of no use. Brok and Sindri used their explosive weapons to kill as many as possible while you covered Freya. But it was difficult to fight so many enemies at once, even with magic. Everyone was so focused on their task that no one noticed the door to Yggdrasil open until Atreus' voice was heard.

"No, no, no!"

"It's you!" Sindri exclaimed, happy to see the young man again, before remembering that he was angry with him. "Wait… It's YOU!"

"Kid! Nice timing. Kill something, will ya?" Brok exclaimed as he killed yet another Hel-Waker while Atreus jumped into the fight.

"Where's Father?!" Atreus exclaimed

"Trying to find a way to you," Sindri exclaimed

"Hey! We're being attacked right now!!" you exclaimed as you decapitated a Hel-Walker. "Stay focused!! Freya, hurry!!"

"I'm doing my best! (Y/N), Atreus, help keep them off me!" Freya ordered before starting to recite an incantation.

More Rifts opened up, letting more and more Hel-Walkers out. Freya swore, calling Atreus to help her with the spell. The young man rushed to the Goddess, starting to recite the spell with her. But a Hel-Walker managed to grab Atreus and pin him to the ground. You brought your sword down on one of the many dead before seeing the teenager in difficulty. You only had time to react as a throw pierced the dead man's skull.

It was Kratos.

The Spartan helped Atreus up, ordering him to help Freya and that he would attract the enemies.

The fight that followed was long and exhausting, but Atreus and Freya managed to close the portal. The shockwave was so violent that it killed the rest of the Hel-Walkers and sent everyone to the ground. A grunt of pain escaped your lips as you fell onto the bench where you had been sitting earlier. You coughed a little because of the dust, getting up with a little difficulty. Your gaze swept the area when you saw Tyr, who was finally coming out of Sindri's house, a shield in his hand, asking if it was over. You clenched your fists when you heard that. At this point, it was no longer cowardice. You had the impression that he was doing it on purpose. You could only agree with Mimir when he commented that it was not thanks to him that the fight was over. Your attention then turned to Atreus. The young boy stood awkwardly next to you, even looking like he wanted to hide.

"Where is Atreus?" Kratos asked as he looked around.

Atreus flinched as he heard his father call him. You sighed, placing your hand on his shoulder. The teenager jumped slightly as he turned to you.

"You'll have to face him, you know," you said as your sword disappeared. "I don't know what you did to cause such a mess. But… stop running away. Trust me, it doesn't do any good to always run away. You only accumulate regrets."

"I… I only caused trouble. I… I just wanted to…" Atreus began before biting his lip as he clenched his fists. "I didn't mean to hurt anyone… I… I'm so sorry…"

"You don't owe me an apology, you owe the man who's looking for you," you said, pointing at Kratos who was looking for Atreus.

Atreus swallowed hard, nodding slightly before walking towards Kratos, keeping his head down. The Greek God of War stopped when he saw his son emerge from the dust cloud. The two stayed a certain distance apart.

"What do I call you?" Kratos asked.

Atreus felt tears welling up in his eyes. He dropped his bow on the ground, rushing into Kratos' arms. His father hugged him, reassuring that his child was physically fine.

"Atreus? What happened?" Kratos asked softly as Atreus peeled himself away from him, looking at the only one, ashamed.

"It's all my fault. The Hel-Walkers. They're everywhere. Everywhere!"

“That is not your fault.”

"Yes it is! There was a wolf, in Hel. He was in chains, and… and I set him free," Atreus explained. "I thought that, if-"

“Garm?!” Mimir exclaimed, understanding who Atreus was talking about. "Great bleedin' fuck, lad, you freed Garm?!"

"Garl? Who freed Garm? That's Madness!" Tyr exclaimed, getting closer. “Surely not you, Young one…?”

"If the Hound of Hel is loose, he'll chew throught the fabric of the Realms. Hel-Walkers are just the beginning. What were you thinking?" Freya growled.

"Aye. This is a fuck-up of not insignificant proportions," Mimir continued.

"What would drive you to such mischief? Is this Loki's doing?" Tyr asked.

"Okay? Are you all done?" you asked, joining the discussion. "There's no point in yelling at him. What's done is done. Giving him a lecture about Garm isn't going to stop the wolf from doing what he's doing right now. You, Freya, Brok is waiting to be healed, as for you father, keep your mouth shut and you, Tyr, go back and hide in your closet. As if you'd never done something stupid that could have caused the loss of one of the nine kingdoms. And yes, I know things."

Freya, Mimir and Tyr looked at you surprised by your words, but they didn't say anything. The goddess hurried to join the Huldra brothers to help them while Tyr headed towards the house. Your husband gave you one last look before disappearing, again, into the house. You sighed, running your hand through your hair before turning to Kratos, Atreus and Mimir.

"T-thanks…," Atreus said uncomfortably.

"Don't thank me. Even if I defended you. You did a damn stupid thing. But people know my position on Garm so oh well…," you said with a shrug.

"You made a mistake," Kratos said as he placed his hand on his son's shoulder. "A mistake we'll fix. Together."

"Grand. Now if you Don't mind, I'd rather stay here. I've had my fill of visits to Helheim," Mimir announced as Kratos unhooked it from his belt to hand it to you.

You took your father's head before heading to Sindri's house, leaving Kratos and Atreus to go to Helheim to take care of Garm. You hooked Mimir to your belt before taking care of picking up the corpses, going to pile them in a corner. Once you were done, you went back inside the house. Freya, Brok and Sindri were sitting at the table. You approached, setting Mimir down next to them.

"How are you?" you asked Brok.

"Ah! They're just scratches," the blue dwarf replied.

"That's good to know."

You sat down with them, ignoring Tyr who had, once again, hidden in his damn closet. Everyone was silent, waiting for Kratos and Atreus to return.

Several hours passed before the father and son returned. Tyr came out of his closet, greeting the two men, asking if everything had gone well in Helheim. Kratos announced that the wolf was no longer a problem, much to Mimir's relief who was delighted to know that Garm was no longer a threat. You gave Kratos and Atreus a slight nod. Part of you was satisfied to know that Garm was no longer chained in the depths of Helheim.

"Atreus. Your decision to go to Asgard after all he's put us through…" Freya said softly, measuring her words. "I'll never understand it. But I hope you at least came back with something we can use."

"I hope so too," the boy said, taking out his notebook and turning Mimir towards him. "C'mon. Let me show you what Odin's up to. Here's what he cares about most. More than Ragnarök or anything, it's this mask."

Everyone was staring intently at the sketch of the mask in question. You looked at the sketch puzzled. Why was Odin so obsessed with a mask? It couldn't be a mask like any other for the Allfather to be looking for such an object. The boy asked if anyone recognized him, holding the notebook out to Sindri who turned his back to him.

"THAT thing? Ucch. It's a dead end," Mimir said with a sigh. "He's been faffin' around with that since before I knew him. To be honest, I thought the Giants were just having a laugh with that one."

While Mimir was talking Sindri had changed places, turning his back to Atreus. But the boy was stubborn. He continued to show his notebook. The dwarf capitulated, taking the notebook, looking at the page for a few seconds, before saying "no" and handing the notebook to Tyr.

"You're wrong, Mimir," Tyr said, taking the notebook. "This mask is no fraud. The Giants didn't make it, and only a few of them ever glimpsed it in their visions. They never knew its origin, but some believed it was a way to gaze into the secrets of Creation itself."

"Is it an Oracle?" Kratos asked, puzzled.

"Much, much more," Tyr said, glaring at Kratos, before closing the notebook to give it to Freya who flipped through the notebook. "Imagine becoming one with a source of infinite knowledge. This… this is why Odin tortured me."

You were surprised to hear that. Odin had captured Tyr and tortured him for a mask? But it didn't make sense, your husband had confided in you many things, but he had never told you about such an object. Why wouldn't he have told you anything? You sighed, running your hands over your face.

You were thinking too much.

"So what do you think? Know it?" Atreus asked, looking at Freya.

"No. It's one obsession he never saw fit to share with me. But I'l tell you this: even when Odin speaks the Truth, his purpose is false. Either way, it's a mistake to let distract us," she explained, returning the notebook to its owner. "Is Heimdall our focus or not?"

"We will rewrite our fate another way," Kratos announced, much to Freya's dismay.

"Then I'm going back to Vanaheim. If we're not taking the fight to Odin, I should help my brother stand against him."

After that, the Goddess left Sindri's house. Atreus wanted to follow her, but he was stopped by his father who told him that they would join her when the time was right. You sighed, massaging your temples that were becoming painful. You had to leave this house, get away from Tyr and this constant noise.

"Is everything okay, daughter?" Mimir asked.

"Yes, I'm coming with you. I need to get out of this house," I said, turning to Kratos and Atreus. Kratos nodded slightly before picking up Mimir, hooking him to his belt. You gave Tyr one last look before following the father and son out of the house.

Tag: @ladycrowsworld

[prioneris]

i like Gangle

It took me some time to come to terms with it, but it's safe to say that Gangle is absolutely my favorite character in anything ever.

You may know about The Amazing Digital Circus, with its glorious animation, great writing, and bright designs overall. It's got a host of colorful characters in its dark comedy that often delves into psychological thriller territory, but this ruby woobie cutie patootie immediately caught my eye.

She is precious, is only happy for at most a minute on screen before having that side of her literally shatter and I want to do everything I can to allow her to feel her feelings without letting them take over her completely and protect her and tell Jax to fuck right off mister and remind her that she's cared for

Something I find challenging to do for myself.

Gangle is sweet--she barely spoke up in the pilot but showed genuine concern for Zooble even when the rest of the cast was occupied with something else. She has morals and cares about her friends old and new, not wanting to ram the truck at first and was only moved by blackmail, and she alerted the group to Mildenhall Manor's first potential threat--

She likes to express herself quietly through art, she is like me ten years ago and has a body pillow--yes it's canon, look it up--and when the tears on her mask fall it's like she is BEGGING to be hugged and told it's going to be okay--

And don't get me started on the VOICE. I've heard her voice in multiple languages and the actresses did a phenomenal job. Each one made my heart melt, but the English version, played by Marissa Lenti, and the French version, played by Mathilde Carmes, essentially turned me into a floor puddle.

I want to clarify something, I may be down bad for the mask and ribbons but I don't want her to like, coil around me and immobilize me, and a kiss would be like, what, cold porcelain? No thank you.

What I do want, though, is to be her friend.

I'd want her to gently tie my hands together so I would stop fidgeting and stop pulling on my hair like I do when I'm really flustered, and maybe even let me hold her ribbons and stroke them between my fingers instead of wrecking my own hair and body and being self-destructive and reminding her not to do that either and her to hold my hair out of the way and caress it so I would be distracted from fidgeting in the first place. I want to practice drawing with her, I want her to tell me all about the anime she likes, I want to swim in the Digital Lake with her...do ribbons float?

I just want to make her smile when the time is right

ANd ever since I found out that she was getting an episode that spotlights her i have not had a decent night's sleep

i might need help

[bellaxgiornata]

OMG—I wanna ask the boys for sure—what is their inner animal (respectively) that THEY think they have versus what you think for them, vs what they would assign for each other???

🤣🤣🤣

#letthechaosbegin

If you wanted chaos with this internal dialogue, you certainly found it 😅 The moment I read this ask, two of the boys immediately started causing trouble which is why it took a bit to get this answered 😆 As always, it's below the cut because this was long.

Bella: Welcome back to another round of ASK THE BOYS!!

Matt, muttering under his breath: Always got to yell that now, don't you?

Frank, roughly elbowing Matt on the couch: Let the lady have her fun, would ya?

Michael, ignoring the pair beside him: What's the question this time, pet?

Bella, glancing down at her phone: Looks like a multi-part question dealing with what your inner animals are.

Frank, eyes narrowing: Inner animal?

Bella: Yeah, and it looks like they want to know what I think each of you are, what you think your inner animal is, and then what you think each others’ inner animal is.

Frank, chuckling to himself: This'll be good.

Michael: Why don't ya start us off then, pet? Might need a minute to think.

Bella: Okay, well. I guess for Frank I'd say timber wolf. The Punisher gives me lone wolf vibes, but before that you used to be a part of a pack–whether it was your family or your Marine unit. And timber wolves typically mate for life, too, which screams loyal to me. I think you're a pretty loyal person–and pretty damn terrifying if someone messes with those you care about. So yeah. Wolf vibes all around.

Frank, nodding: Alright. Guess I can see that.

Bella: And for Matt, since he gives cat vibes, I'd say a leopard. Specifically a black panther. They're solitary animals, very territorial, and they're great climbers. Sort of like how you work alone, defend Hell’s Kitchen specifically despite it being such a small area, and you climb buildings like nobody's business. Plus, you know, the black suit and all.

Matt, grinning: Better than what I thought you'd pick.

Bella: And as for Mikey, well, I get grizzly bear vibes.

Michael, rolling his eyes: Is this a reference to the beard and chest hair again?

Bella, shaking her head: Not exactly, though now that you mention it–

Michael, mumbling: Figures…

Bella: No, wait! Hear me out. Grizzly bears are actually not aggressive unless provoked or caught off guard, otherwise they kind of mind their own business and want to be left alone. But obviously they'll protect their young and would savagely tear you apart if you fucked with them. I mean, we all know you don't want to be the killer your family forces you to be, you'd rather get out and live a quiet life. You just want a relationship with your daughter, Anna. But if anyone messed with her, you'd absolutely kill them without a second thought.

[Michael, running a hand across his mouth and humming thoughtfully.]

Bella, gently nudging his leg with a foot: See? There was a reason besides your glorious chest hair.

Matt, brows furrowing together: Glorious chest hair? Did you just actually say that?

Bella, waving off his comment: Okay, so why don't you guys each say what you think your inner animal is before you choose for each other next?

Frank, shrugging: I like the wolf thing. I'll go with that.

Matt, nodding: Yeah, I think I'll stick with the panther idea you had.

Bella, frowning: Seriously? You aren't even going to give it any more thought? [Looking hopefully over at Michael.] Please tell me you're not just going to say grizzly bear now?

Michael, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck: Uh, no. I s'pose…a dog? Generally don't fight unless provoked and they're usually considered friendly?

Bella, releasing a sigh: Fine. At least you put in more effort than those two. Now what do you think each others’ inner animal is?

Frank, immediately tossing a thumb at Matt: Chimpanzee. He's always climbing on buildings and making too much noise with his mouth.

Matt, frowning: It's called talking, Frank.

Frank, leaning back into the couch: More like chimpanzee noises to me. And they're territorial, too.

Michael, quietly chiming in: I'd still say stray cat for him.

Matt, frowning: Well then Frank is a hippo. Large and incredibly aggressive.

Frank, turning and shooting Matt a dirty look: The fuck you call me?

[Bella, burying her face in her hands while Frank and Matt begin to bicker on the couch.]

Michael, once more quietly chiming in: I picture him as more of a hawk. Or an eagle. Kinda stalks his prey from a distance before takin’ his shot.

Bella, glancing up at him: Well thank you for making some level of effort here while the old married couple over there just fights.

Matt, glowering: We are not an old married couple!

Frank, scowling: He's the last goddamn person I'd wanna be shackled to.

Bella, annoyed: Can we get back on track? You still need to pick an animal for Mikey.

Matt and Frank simultaneously: Dog.

Bella, throwing her hands up in defeat: Wow, really making an effort, you two. Great job.

Frank, rounding on Matt again: Look what you did, Red. You went and upset her.

Matt, eyebrows rising up onto his forehead: Me? You're the one not taking her game seriously!

[Matt and Frank return to arguing.]

Bella, focusing on Michael: You want a coffee? Cause I could use a coffee. They're making my head hurt.

Michael, nodding and rising from the couch: Yes. I'd love one.

Bella, heading to the kitchen with Michael: So what would my inner animal be?

Michael, nervously making a face: Uh…well…

Bella, shaking her head: Nevermind. Forget I asked. Let's just make some coffee.