#Ash landers fluff
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HAIIIIIIII!
So could I please have some dating and wedding headcanons with Sebastian, Ash, and your version of Lucifer from our rp? <3
Thx so much luvvie, you're the best! >w<
Hai! Of course luv<3 @spade-writes-things
Kuroshitsuji Dating+Wedding Headcanons!
Characters featured:
-Sebastian Michaelis
-Ash Landers
-Lucifer (Kuroshitsuji OC)
Sebastian
Dating:
Dating Sebastian would surely be one hell of a ride
Be prepared to have him be really, and I mean really protective over you, after all, you're just a fragile human
He'd actually show alot of affection and love around you
My guy is really romantic! He'd do anything to keep you happy, take you out to the finest dates and places etc.
Sebastian would always be awake before you to prepare you a nice breakfast
He'd remember every little thing you tell him and ever told him - sometimes it's scary that he knows what you say before you even do so
He'd not be huge on gift giving but on your birthday and other occasions, he always makes sure it's personal and has a meaning to it
Calls you love or darling
He prefers to big spoon you
long. slow. kisses.
Wedding:
Black themed wedding all the way
Would even teach Bard how to bake a Wedding cake (He'd fail, so Sebastian bakes it last minute)
You'd have silver engagement rings that would be adorned with small black gemstones
small wedding, guests would be Ciel , Meyrin (she'd be so jealous of you), Bardroy, Finnian, Tanaka (who would do the ceremony ) and Lizzie.
Lizzie would adore how cute you look and tell you atleast 50 times that night
Oh yes, you'd marry at night
Sebastian would be MESMERISED by your look
Ciel:" My two best servants are getting married "
Lizzy: "Isn't that just adorable Ciel?"
Ciel:" I suppose it is, but don't you dare to let your work go down just because of this marriage"
Ash Landers
Dating:
phew- how will I start with him?
He's overly religious, you know that, so if you aren't...Good luck-
he's a yandere .
Your his posession.
"My little Dove"
Sees you as art, can't believe how a mortal being can be so beautiful
Reminds you of your beauty alot (Will get angry if you doubt yourself)
He can be manipulative tho- (he just wants to protect you from all the evil in the world)
He'd only be intimate with you if he knows he is truly into you (he's shy, ok?)
He wouldn't be one for dates, he'd rather have him and his partner be alone and talk
He can't stand to see you cry and he will "purify" everyone that has ever harmed you
forehead kisses. back rubs.
He literally worships you
He'd pray every night that you aren't just a dream, but in fact his
Let's you play with his hair
He loves to make you gifts
Wedding:
White themed, white dress, white cake, white flowers
He'd gift you a bouquet of white roses
Your rings would be golden with a lilac gemstone
religious wedding
His kiss would be soft and gentle almost holding the promise of having you forever
Big wedding, he'd invite all your relatives and every angel he had ever been close to
Lucifer
Dating:
He is really affectionate, always has to hold you or tell you how much he loves and needs you
A goofball during some intimate moments tho-
He'd read you stories or sing to you when you can't fall asleep
Kissing along your jawline>>>
He's the little spoon, even demons need some love
Calls you his Lady, despite the contract, he'd do absolutely anything to make you happy
He loves seeing you smile for him, it makes him feel human
Please teach my man how to control emotions,he will literally be so confused on why suddenly he feels so jumpy when he's around you
gets excited very easy
physical touch>>>
Has a habit of scooping you up and carrying you around
His favorite activity with you would be picking flowers and laying in the gardens with you, handcrafting crowns
"My Queen"
he'd teach you how to fight in case he can't protect you at one point-
At some point he'd believe he has a heart, he just adores you so much
Wedding:
He'd love for you to wear a red dress
would pick up a bunch of flowers from the gardens to gift you a flower crown
Undertaker would have made his suit (they're besties)
Verrryyyy expensive rings, only the best for his lady
He would want you to become immortal after this, he can't be without you (he would NEVER eat your soul)
He would cry on your wedding day when he sees you walking up to him
Kisses really passionate and longing
He loves you.
Not proofread but I hope you enjoy!
#black butler#kuroshitsuji#black butler headcanons#sebastian michaelis#sebastian michaelis x reader#sebastian michaelis headcanon#ash landers#Ash landers x readers#Ash landers fluff#Sebastian michaelis fluff#black butler fluff#black butler oc
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Never About Us - Chapter 5
Chapter 5: Offerings from a Beroya
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 4.7k
For anyone who has trouble imagining a sith din, here’s a link to a Tumblr post with something I made on mandocreator.
Chapter Warnings: Angst, a hint of fluff for you goblins, violence, descriptions of injuries and blood. Arguing, Greef Karga (is he a trigger?), fluff, mando being an overprotective socially inept brick wall, I’m making things up about armor and metal. Should I tag this as slow burn? Idk anymore. Hinted at S/A (unsuccessful), fennec shand is cool. Forced drugging, more passing out. Please let me know if I missed any, I know this was a pretty heavy chapter. I love you all, and thank you for staying with me.
Translation guide:
Beroya (mando’a): “Bounty Hunter”
I have no excuses for why this took so long. Love you all! Thank you to geo for betareading!
“I thought you said you knew how to fly this damn thing!” You scream out, as the ship around you rocks, screams, rumbles, and twists through the atmosphere as the flames lick at the plasteel viewing panel. Of course, he should have known how to fly, he’s Mandalorian.
“I…may be a little rusty.” He is clearly struggling, his teeth gritting as he fights to correct the ship’s course so that you two don’t end up as two little bug splatters on the blazing surface of Nevarro. You’re thrown into the ship's wall, as he yanks the controls, dodging around a mercantile ship as you arc through the clouds.
“Learn to drive, Mando!” You shriek, as he spirals down towards the landing docks. He yanks back on the controls, sending you into the back wall of the cockpit, and the ship gently slows to a stop with a thud as it lands on the ashy sand.
He turns back to look at you from his seat and tilts his head.
“Are we going?”
You glare up at him, before standing up and dusting yourself off.
“Once you learn not to kill me. One of us doesn’t exactly have a full suit of beskar.”
He watches you, and you can imagine under there he might be smiling if he even smiles. You’re still not even sure he’s human under there. Who knows? Is he just some really well-designed AI, some killer robot masquerading as a Mandalorian waiting until you have a weak moment and then leaping in for the kill? What if he–
“Keep moving.” He bumps into you as you’re caught in your thoughts, gently pushing your shoulder toward the exit of the Crest. You blush, and hurry toward the exit, not wanting to irritate him by getting in his way, lest he leave you there on Nevarro without a ship.
You walk by his side, the painting of his armor as an inquisitor parting the crowd around you like the sea in some religious story you were told as a youngling. You smirk a little to yourself, feeling like he’s protecting you from the normally unsafe and crushing crowds of Nevarro’s city. In the distance, you can see the sun beginning to set, a dull blob of light against the ash of Nevarro’s atmosphere.
You finally arrive at the entrance to the guild, and you enter first, your Mandalorian bodyguard an ominous shadow behind you. You sit down in front of Karga, sliding him the completed puck of the bounty you took. He doesn’t need to know you completed it only with the help of a very dangerous inquisitor.
“Ah, my favorite little crash-lander. How are you?” He flashes his signature grin at you, his eyes flicking up to the beskar-clad warrior currently trying to squeeze into the booth next to you.
“I want to add him as a bounty hunter. We’re a pair now.” You cut to the chase, hoping he won’t make you drink more of his sand-flavored spotchka. Mando watches him, his fist resting on the table between you, and he nods slowly.
“You picked up…an inquisitor, and you want him to join you. Become part of your…little..team. I...I suppose that can be arranged, but I do need to know his name.” He begins to tap away on a holopad, and you look up at Mando, hoping he behaves himself and doesn’t kill the good guild leader for asking for his name. Mando’s shoulders tense, and he looks at Greef, his hand beginning to tighten.
“Can’t you just put it as Mando Lorian?” You cut in, hoping to prevent a murder.
“I can make that work.” He taps it into the pad and slides it over.
“Sign there. He’s your responsibility now. As for the bounties, here is the payment, and new pucks. I have one I think you’d like.” He chuckles nervously, and you quickly sign with your finger.
“Figured this one would be good to get you on the good side of the empire. It’s all under the table, not even an official bounty.” He slides over a puck and a tracker.
“The one on the left is a normal Tattoine bounty. You’re capturing an assassin named Fennec Shand, she’s evaded Republic capture for a long time. The one on the right will lead you to the offerer of the private bounty, who will provide you with the tracker to the bounty itself. And get this, paid in beskar.” He smiles at Mando, whose shoulders stiffen further when he hears that it’s being paid in beskar. Your eyes widen at the sound of your payment, fist clenching on the table. You’re being paid in stolen beskar that should have been yours.
“Hey, let’s not get too aggressive, now. Why don’t you two head to Tattooine and see if you can’t capture Ms. Shand? If you’re successful, I’ll give you the private bounty.”
You slowly reach your hand out to the puck, but Mando snatches it off the table and slips it into a pouch on his belt. He slides out of the booth, and you look at Karga again.
“Thank you for the puck–” Your arm is grabbed by a thick leather glove, and Mando drags you out of the bar without any more discussion.
“He’ll take advantage of you.” Mando releases your arm, and you have to jog to keep up with his strides.
“Advantage? I’m perfectly fine. I’ve survived this long, I’m not scared of some slightly–”
“You don’t understand.” He spits your name, quickly grasping your wrist again and dragging you into an alley. He crowds you against the sandy brick, and you have to crane your neck to look up at him. His arm presses at the brick next to your head, and he studies you through his visor. You can feel his eyes searching your face, and he tilts his head again.
“Oh? Is that so? What do I not understand, Mando? Don’t treat me like one of your stormtroopers. I’m not your servant.” You glare up at him, your snarky mouth running before you can stop it. Of course, you’ve been trained to stay independent, to push people away, it keeps you alive. Your secrecy is your survival, after all. With each word, you can see his hand clenching into a fist, and he takes an audible breath.
“He will hurt you. Badly. He will take and take until There. Is. Nothing. Left. It was never about us. It’s about keeping you safe.” His helmet glints in the last light of the sun, leaving you in almost total darkness, save the artificial lights of the night market.
“I don’t need your protection.” You slide out from under his arm, and begin to walk back toward the direction of, you hope, the ship. He follows you with his helmet, and you push into the crowd. You weave and bob through people, half-hoping that he stays following you and half-hoping to lose him.
Of course, he follows you. You keep bobbing and weaving, hoping and praying to the maker that you know where you are going, even as the sun sets and you’re cast into the artificial yellow and white of fluorescent night market string lights. And then you see it. Like a beacon from the darkness, your ship, glimmering with the barely-visible stars and the blinding lights of night, laying there in the docks. You speed up in your steps, almost running, and you finally clamber up the too-steep ramp and practically jump up the ladder into the cockpit.
You hear his heavy footsteps thud up the ramp, and you begin to press buttons almost haphazardly, trying to get off this makerforsaken planet, as if leaving Nevarro will leave Mando there. Who does he think he is, commanding you? You’ve survived your whole life alone, doing nothing but rejecting those around you so that you stay safe. After all, attachments could lead to your heart or bones being broken. But..why does a part of you feel raw for wanting to leave him? He saved your life, hunted you down and kept you alive from that awful Trandoshan, but..he wants to hold you like you’re some pristine artifact, any scratch capable of shattering and ruining you.
So why do you feel this way?
All too quickly, your thoughts are once again interrupted as his hand lands on your chair’s back. He looks down at you, tilting his helmet toward the copilot’s seat expectantly. Right. He likes to drive. You sigh, get up, and move back to the copilot’s seat, not without shoving past him.
He sits down as if your pass at him hadn’t felt like more than being brushed by a Kowakian monkey-lizard’s feather, and begins to plug in the coordinates for Tattooine, and you’re both pushed back by the jump from reality into hyperspace.
“Hey, mando.” You finally break the silence, and he turns to look at you.
“We should..probably repaint your armor. Inquisitors aren’t exactly popular, and that suit of armor puts a target on your back..”
He looks down at himself, as if having just realized the implications of walking around in a suit of metal propaganda, and he nods. He gets up, and looks at you, as if waiting for you to follow. You quickly get up, and follow him down the ladder, grabbing a box of basic ship repairing equipment as you move past the storage closet.
Mando sheds his armor quickly and without grace, revealing that..the armor wasn’t exactly lying about how muscular he is. His arms, covered by that sinfully tight flight suit, flex as he pulls his chestplate off, dropping it onto the floor with a thud that sends shockwaves through your system and right to your core.
He hands you one of his bracers, and a piece of sandpaper, before he plops down and begins to sand his chestplate. And you sand. And sand. And sand. And sand. And sand. How much sanding can one piece of beskar require? Your father wasn’t kidding when he said that beskar is some of the strongest material in the galaxy.
After what feels like millenia, you finally finish sanding, and you put the armor piece down, finally stripped of its paint. He looks at you, having finished about three in the time it took you to finish one bracer, and he gestures to the paints you pulled.
“How about just raw beskar? We can smooth the surface and coat it with a gloss..” Your mouth begins to run off mechanic terminology, and he nods slowly.
“Will you be sanding your helmet?” That touched a nerve. His hands tighten on the gloss tube, and it splurts some of the expensive, albeit shiny gel.
“I don’t take my helmet off.” He growls in your general direction, and you raise your hands defensively.
“Sorry. You’re…one of those mandalorians, huh.”
“One of those?” He squirts more of the gel onto the floor, and you glare at him.
“Could you put that down? That shit is practically worth more than bacta.”
He sets down the tube, and you scoop up the gel and begin to smear it onto a piece of equipment that he’s finished sanding and shining.
“Yes, one of those. There’s a cul–a group of people that have elected to never remove their helmets because that is how the ancient mandalorian culture used to be, and they’ve lived their lives entirely behind a mask. I’m assuming you were..brought up by them before the empire took you?”
He nods slowly, scooping up the rest of the floor gel, and spreading it onto his armor.
“Got it. So no helmet removing. Do you sleep with it on?” You try to lighten the mood, and he begins to wipe the excess gel away with a cloth.
“Yes.”
“Have you taken it off at all?”
“If you’re asking whether or not I shower with it, no. I don’t shower with it on.” He casts away the cloth, sending it into a box of other mechanical equipment, and he examines his now finished armor. He nods, and you smile softly.
“Does it come off in bed?” You wink at him, and he pauses for a moment. You can almost see his ears flushing red, his lip quivering as he tries to come up with what to respond to that. He clears his throat, before beginning to pull his armor back on.
“...Depends on what you mean.”
“During s–” You’re cut off by the ship beeping loudly, signaling its imminent departure from hyperspace, and you both quickly clean up before heading to the cockpit and getting strapped in.
You’re jolted as you’re pulled into interplanetary space, and the great yellow and dusty planet lies before you. Haven’t you had enough sand for one life?
As you enter the atmosphere, you’re strangely reminded of Geonosis, even though that had been sterilized artificially. Can people really live on this hellish planet? There’s no water, hardly any shade, and the stories you heard as a child of Krayt dragons terrified you to no end. Then again, they likely ask the same thing about Geonosis. Irradiated, hellish, with zombie parasites and abandoned pre-empire factories filled with the skeletons of droids that could have been, now condemned to live in perpetual imperfection, with cults and slavery and shadowy figures that could snatch a small child from their mother’s arms and burn them into a worshiper of death and darkness.
“You have that look again.” You’re jolted out of your fears by his voice, baritone and honey, and you sigh.
“Sorry. Was thinking about Geonosis and Tattooine. I just don’t understand how people have grown to live and settle on these apocalyptic planets..” You trail off, embarrassed to bother him.
“They make do. We live and we learn.” His words are jarringly wise, almost strangely so. For a moment, his somber tone makes you wonder what hell he has been through. Has he seen the burning flames as you have? Did he see death like you had? What has the emperor put him through, to become a mandalorian inquisitor, hunter of jedi and now hunter of bounties?
“I do not think you want the answer to that question, little mandalorian. And you’re not bothering me.” He places his hand on your shoulder.
“You carry the galaxy on your shoulders. I am here to help you carry that burden.”
He tightens his grip, and it’s..strangely comforting, like you’re two beings against a galaxy of hate. Perhaps this isn’t so bad after all, you have to learn what makes the other tick, but at the end of the world, it’s you two, and you wouldn’t trade him for the world. As if he can smell it on you, he pulls his hand away, and the comfort is gone.
At least you have the memory of his warmth.
~
Blood. So much blood. Charred flesh, hatred, glowing red blade strikes and bruised throats are all you can see before everything goes dark. The crunch of a shattering femur focuses your senses, and you’re brought out of shock. Hot. Arid. Burning sand sprays across your face, and are you..are you on Geonosis? You blink quickly, trying to clear the sand from your eyes, and you narrowly avoid a flying limb, which, upon further inspection, appears to be inhuman in form. You look toward the loud sounds of blade cutting through flesh and bone, and you see him, like a silver wraith in the shadows.
He’s standing over a crying man, hunched over and spitting green blood. He raises his hand toward Mando, who tilts his head silently as he clenches his fist, crushing the man’s windpipe into oblivion. You quickly stand up, unsure of how long you had been unconscious, and begin to survey the scene around you.
Lots of blood spattered across sandstone alley walls, three or four mangled bodies, some missing a limb or two, glowing with molten cuts, and so, so, so much sand. Mando turns toward you, stepping over body and limb alike, and he reaches out to touch your face. He gently reaches down, lifting you to your unsure feet.
You remember now.
~
“Hey, sweet thing, why don’t you leave droid boy there and come have a good time?” One of them had slurred at you, clearly drunk out of his mind. You’ve been catcalled before, it’s nothing you’re not used to, and you let the insult slide off your shoulders as you attempt to continue your journey across Mos Espa, but that hadn’t been enough for them.
You can sense them beginning to surround you, wall you in, and you begin to calculate escape routes as they slowly corner you and Mando into an alley.
“Surely you mustn’t have heard my friend here. Leave droid boy and come with us, it’s been so long since–”
There is a glowing red blade right through his throat, and as he reaches up, eyes widening to feel the new..air hole in his trachea, Mando slices to the left, cutting the man’s head off. He then twists, and as he twists, you feel a small prick in your neck, a disgusting arm wrapping around your torso as it presses the plunger of the small syringe in your neck. You’ve heard of drugs like these before, used on drunk or unsuspecting patrons at bars and clubs, used to take them home for…for…
You can’t remember. Your train of thought begins to fade, as the world around you feels silent, gray…it’d be so easy to sleep right now, so easy to just…
~
“How many fingers am I holding up?” He gently touches your face with one hand, keeping your dizzy eyes focused on his hand, and you pause for a moment to clear your head.
“F-four. Four fingers.” You shake your head.
“Why did you do that? You have a target on your back, Mando..” You look around worriedly, concerned of the implications of him revealing himself.
He just tilts his head at you, as if he’s confused.
“We need to leave, surely word has spread by now..” You grab his hand, and pull at it, stumbling as your legs relearn how to take your weight.
“Why are you worried? This is Tattooine, little mandalorian.” He follows you, holding onto you to make sure you don’t collapse again.
“Couldn’t you have just knocked them out?” You hiss, and he pauses mid step.
“And let them walk the earth unpunished for what they did to you?”
“They didn’t do anything until you got involved. They wouldn’t have drugged me, I could have just…jedi mind tricked them..I could have figured it out…that was completely unnecessary, Mando!” You finally regain your confidence, and he pulls you into another alley.
“I was doing it to protect you.”
“I don’t kriffing need your protection, Mando! I’ve been surviving on my own this long, I do not need some overgrown sith warrior in indestructible armor following me like a lost puppy, and I especially do not need one to protect me! First, Nevarro, now here! When will you learn? I escaped from you, I can escape from the empire. I do not need you painting an even larger target on my back than the one that is already there because you cannot control your temper!” Your voice is shaking as it increases in volume, and you feel saltwater tears streak down your dirty face, dripping onto the parched sand below. You step back, and glare at him, wiping your tears furiously. You take a few deep breaths, trying to calm your heart rate, trying to lower your blood pressure, and look back up at where you hope his eyes are.
“I don’t need your protection.” You finally reiterate, before turning and leaving the alley. His visor never leaves your back.
~
“Fennec Shand. Assassin and sniper.” You quietly murmur to no one in particular, not that the man in metal next to you is even listening. Since you finally broke and screamed at him in that alley, he’s been silent, even more so than usual, not even responding when you try to communicate with him or get his attention, not even when you try to make the jokes that always would have gotten at least a quiet chuckle from him.
You peer back into the binoculars pressed against your face, scanning the horizon in the distance for any sign of life, any sign of the legendary ranger that is worth so much she could pay your fuel costs for three months, not that you’re even being paid in credits.
“There. Next to that outcropping!” You notice the bright red glint of a sniper’s red laser, and you quickly duck your head down as a red blaster bolt flies through where your forehead just was. His head jerks toward you, before he starts to stand, and you grab his arm and yank as hard as you can.
“She’s using heat tracing. We have to wait either till morning when the sun blinds her or until we can come up with a new idea to stop her. We’re sitting ducks anywhere but here.”
He nods slowly, before he turns to look down at his toolbelt, and you can almost see the idea lightbulb above his head blink on.
“Grenades.”
“What?”
“She’s using heat tracing. Flash bangs will blind and defean her temporarily, which lets us get close enough that I can freeze her.” He finally speaks after a moment, having figured out how to explain his absolutely batshit idea to you.
Except..it’s not batshit, It’s genius. He does think like a mandalorian, like a bounty hunter, coming up with ways to weaken his opponent until he can immobilize or kill them. He hands you three of the little handheld suns, and looks toward the speeders that brought you all the way out here into the Dune Sea.
“On three, I’m going to throw the first one. Get on your speeder, and wait for my signal. We will alternate, until we’re close enough to get cover at the base of her cliff.” He commands you, and it reminds you strangely of times that have never happened, of lives long past. What if you had been a soldier, or captured and became an inquisitor? Would you and he be close? Would you–
“Three!” He throws the grenade, and it explodes, a red blaster bolt shooting off a ways away, Fennec’s shot having been thrown off its course. You jolt up, your feet propelling you to your speeder, and you leap onto it, revving it and speeding off into the dune stretch between you and your target.
“GO!” He shouts, his voice straining to be heard over the wind rushing past your ears, and you press the button on top of the grenade before tossing it, and it explodes, sending another shot careening into the sky.
He tosses his, and your speeders weave back and forth on the dunes like dna, intersecting and then arcing away from eachother. You continue this deadly dance, this dance of evasion and light and blaster shots, until the once tiny cliff on the horizon becomes a monolith in front of you, all you can see, and you slow to a stop at its base.
“How do you plan to get up?” You pin your back against the rock, in case there is any way Shand could shoot you if you’re too far out.
He tilts his head, before he crouches and flies up into the air like a rocket. That’s right. You could just force jump.
You crouch as he did, hoping to replicate your success on Geonosis, but all you do is a nice little hop. In the distance, though, you see a ramp, and you sigh before climbing aboard your speeder and taking the naturally formed ramp up the side of the cliff. What feels like hours later, you ride up expecting to see his blade out or a dead body, but instead you see a bound Shand and a mandalorian inquisitor shining his bracer.
“I was wondering where you were.” He looks up at you, and you blush before slowing to a stop and climbing off the speeder.
“Not all of us were trained in the force from birth, Mando.” You pick Shand up by her wrists, gently laying her onto the back of your speeder.
“I suppose I’ll meet you at the bottom–?” You look up, and he’s already falling toward the sand below.
Of course he is.
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“So now that she’s in carbonite, what’s our next bounty, oh keeper of the pucks?” You twist the towel around your sopping wet hair, patting it dry and casting the damp towel into a hamper. You stretch, feet padding against the metal floor of the ship, and you look at the interior of your ship. The bruise on your neck from the injection site still aches, but the pills Mando made you take before you showered must have been some kind of reversal agent, since you feel almost back to 100% much quicker than you should have been in any other situation involving those drugs.
After you retrieved Fennec, it was a fairly simple matter getting through the streets of Mos Espa and getting her frozen in the on-board carbonite freezer. You’ve never seen one work up close, and it took you at least twenty minutes to stop shivering from the gas. You finally decided to take a shower, cleaning yourself of the dust and sand, and the warmth helped your still slightly frazzled mind clear. You’re glad for midichlorians and the force, for it allowing you to heal quicker than the average person, the dull ache in your ankle from what feels like years ago nothing but that–a dull ache. He looks up toward you, his visor tilting up and down, and he leans back against a wall. His visor locks onto the small bruise on your neck for a moment, before he looks back down at the tablet he was swiping through.
“You look comfortable.”
“Been a while since I’ve had clean clothes, Mando. Thank you for washing them for me. While I was unconscious.”
He looks away, and you blush at the memory, not having meant to be so passive-aggressive to him. After all, he didn’t exactly knock you out, but he didn’t keep you awake on Hoth. It was probably for the best, you would have screamed and bit the whole way back if you had been awake.
“Our next bounty is a long jump away, and it’s another desert planet.” Was that..humor? From mando? You let out a small giggle, never having thought you’d see the day where a mandalorian inquisitor cracks even the worst of a joke.
“What is it? Tell me it’s not Geonosis.” You shiver, the radiation coming back to you like burning flames and licking hell against your skin, ripping apart your machinations like nothing but wet paper. You don’t ever want to have to venture out into the irradiated deserts again, the one time Gakrux made you having left you crying and screaming as you could imagine your flesh melting and burning away. You were just a teenager then, your life barely having started, and already you had been scared of it ending. The radiation isn’t too terrible now, nor was it when you ventured, but the trauma and idea was enough to tell you the most radiation you ever want to experience again is a star’s light from the comfort of a spaceship.
“No. It’s called..Arvala-5.”
~
I am so sorry this took so long. My life kind of got kicked in the shins and I had a massive burst of writer's block, rewrote the chapter, and today I had the biggest burst of inspo while listening to music. I'm so sorry this took so long, again, but thank you so much for writing. I'll try to have the next one out in a timely manner :)
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——— Basics! ♡
(PEN)NAME: Simon/Simone (Either or! Swap between them, i don’t care lmao)
PRONOUNS: Any
ZODIAC SIGN: Cancer
TAKEN OR SINGLE: Single, mentally I’m in an Uziga Waita manga tho
TIME ZONE: EST
——— three facts!♡
I’m sucky at small talk but tend to get way too excited about shit online to the point I get exhausted of reading my own texts
Left-handed
Uhhh.... I have some OC’s and a little universe thingy I’m very passionate about, though I don’t talk about it much lmao (It’s one of the bigger projects in my life right now). I wrote a book for it at one point when I was like 14 which almost got published but I VERY narrowly avoided that bullet lmao
——— experience ! ♡
.... Since 2012-2013, I think? G+ was my first platform, and my early days were on and off lmao. I only started SERIOUSLY roleplaying recently, at like 2015-ish I think. I used to use a lot of OC’s, mainly two very special girls of mine named Zinnia and Alice, but my longest and “original” muse was Ash Landers/Angela Blanc from Black Butler (Ashamed as I am to admit, I was a very big BB fan before this), who I used from early 2015-early 2020. They’re still kinda special to me for that! I’ve been using my OC’s a lot less since G+ shut down, but even now I have one RP I’m doing on Discord with my boy Barnabas, and a forever in-progress RP blog I still have to get around. Uhhhh... This blog was made on October 25th after remembering Drakengard existed, going “what the fuck was even UP with that game lmao”, searching it on Tumblr and seeing a certain Caim blog. I got inspired, figured “Well, can’t hurt if I try, right?” I was between Seere, Leonard, and Inuart. Inuart got crossed off early because I knew I’d get bored playing him, and I almost didn’t do Leonard because I’m scared of hate. But I was starting to get REALLY into his character, went “I’ll do it for a week and then switch to Seere”. Made my first post, got noticed and...
... Well. Seere still isn’t completely safe, though.
——— muse preference ! ♡
Man, I dunno... I think I drift towards the more controversial muses (In a way that’s meaningful and not just baseless shock value) because of how fun it is to really explore those mindsets and how they percieve and/or deal with their own issues. And that’s absolutely what drew me to Leonard, just like Ash/Angela! Leonard is a bit funny because I normally roll my eyes at the “Big intimidating dude who’s actually soft” because,,, well, it seems like just a way to poke the hearts of fans and flip “images” on their heads without really doing anything, and if there is a reason most the time it’s not even that bad. But with Leonard, who’s genuinely frightened and disgusted with himself rather than just being a bit shy, well,,,, that fixed the issue right up for me lmao. Another big thing is theme! What morals they have, what message they were trying to send, if that’s not interesting to me 9 times outta 10 I don’t RP the character. Leonard being a moral conundrum in every aspect though is *Chef’s kiss*
Through experience however, I don’t write very introverted or sexually charged/themed characters. Ironically, I’m more well-versed(...??? Well, comfortable) with writing smug asshole characters - In certain flavours, that is. (Lukhege, Barnabas, Alice, Zinnia, Edwin, Maria, Margarette, Colin, etc.)
——— FLUFF / ANGST / SMUT! ♡
FLUFF: Broken, but could be fun to fix! With Leonard he’s one of the more “normal” in the cast just by the fact that if you’re not a little boy he’s a very kind and polite little guy - However, there’s no denying he IS sad, and since Drakegnard itself just never gives him a break... Basically anyone who comes along to brighten this guy’s day in any capacity is a friend who is ALWAYS more than welcome to the Thanksgiving table. In other words: I fucking ADORE fluff (Not just for Leonard, but in general! It’s one of my favourite things to write~) and it gives me many emotions lmao
ANGST: Look at my muse. What do you think? .... I mean, I love that angsty shit, but I try not to lay it on too thick with the “everything is going wrong and has gone wrong and isn’t it all just soooooo fucked up :(” and make it an edgefest like I used to in my cringier days lmao, but BOY I’ve been getting a lot better at writing it thanks to this fella <3
SMUT: *Cough* I mean, admittedly outside of this blog I can’t say that all my RPs have been SFW.... *Cough cough* Then again, outside of partner RP (Where I’ve only ever used OC’s), I’ve only written written smut like once, in all my years of RP. So far as this particular muse is concerned, it’s... A sensitive topic. Not completely off the table because who doesn’t want to fuck leonard but like,,, i don’t actively participate myself in that stuff and prefer anything be decently built upon/chatted out before jumping the gun. In general I admit I like smut a lot more than what I say out loud, though.
PLOT / MEMES: I’m shyyyyy I want to respond to starters and send memes but one half is like “Can I really follow through, though?” and “Will they respond/Be actually happy to see me?” Because sure, we sometimes just can’t get the energy to reply to things (As is often the case with me) but if it becomes frequent enough (At least, without any notice) I kinda freeze up like “Did I overstep their boundaries somehow? Is it a motivation thing? Have they just moved on from wanting to RP with this character/fanbase?” and stop sending things with that pit of anxiety ready to haunt me for the rest of the month. XD And I know a lot of people get that too, so I always try to notify them in one way or another, whether through post or DM that it’s just a me thing - Because 99.99% of the time, it is!
As for hosting them on my own end, I have trouble driving the conversation. I love to collect memes, but sometimes it can be hard to find ones that really fit (There are a lot of shipping-dedicated memes to sort through). I enjoy tossing casual ideas around, but as for keeping a conversation going/spitballing ideas without trying to come off like I’m pushing it or shoehorning the other person into a particular plot/concept, I have a lot of trouble really,,,, putting anything effectively, ESPECIALLY coming back to things later without seeming like I’m being a hound. That said, plotting with me can be a pain unless you catch me at an extremely rare moment that I happen to have a lot of muse and am thinking about our characters that very second because trust me, i do, and i have to limit the number of memes i send at times if only to prevent being an obnoxious little kid dinging up your dms every second. Because of those issues, I often try to structure plotting questions in a way that’s like
“What do these characters mean to each other right now?”
“Where is their relationship strong? Where is it weak?”
“How can we develop/challenge that?”
“Is there a particular aspect of both our characters and/or their relationship with each other that we as muns really want the two to explore?”
And so on. Lord help me from turning into an online survey bot when I get to plotting with some poor soul (As some will soon be subjected to), if I don’t have my thoughts organised into neat, colour-coded little boxes then I don’t know what I’ll do with myself.
Thanks for reading!
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The Crash Lander
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/vFPp7NC
by Fandoms_Supporter
Octavia Blake is a bartender. Clarke Griffin is a nurse practitioner. Raven Reyes is a mechanic. Bellamy Blake is a middle school history teacher. Lexa Woods is an adult actress. Jasper Jordan is a drug dealer. Monty Green is a drug grower. John Murphy is a criminal. Nathan Miller is a police officer. Echo Ash is homeless with a baby.
On one specific night, all ten of them happen to be at the same park at the same time, right as a pod from outer-space crash lands before them. What’s inside the pod just so happens to be the most important thing mankind has ever seen, and they aren’t allowed to tell a soul.
Words: 3391, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: The 100 (TV), The 100 Series - Kass Morgan
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death
Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi
Characters: Octavia Blake, Clarke Griffin, Bellamy Blake, Jasper Jordan, Monty Green, Raven Reyes (The 100), Lexa (The 100), Echo (The 100), Nathan Miller, John Murphy (The 100), Gabriel Santiago | Xavier, Finn Collins, Abby Griffin, Aurora Blake, Emori (The 100), Levitt (The 100), Gaia (The 100)
Relationships: Octavia Blake/Jasper Jordan, Jasper Jordan/Raven Reyes, Bellamy Blake/Clarke Griffin, Clarke Griffin/Lexa, Octavia Blake/Raven Reyes, Octavia Blake & Jasper Jordan & Raven Reyes, Emori/John Murphy (The 100), Monty Green/Nathan Miller, Finn Collins/Raven Reyes, Octavia Blake/Levitt, Monty Green/Jasper Jordan, Jasper Jordan/Maya Vie
Additional Tags: End of the World, Crash Landing, the chosen one, Future, Alternate Universe - Future, Future Fic, Time Travel, Smut, Eventual Smut, Fluff and Smut, Slow Burn, Aged-Up Character(s), Everyone Needs A Hug, Tragedy, Romance, Teacher Bellamy Blake, Mechanic Raven Reyes, Monty Green & Jasper Jordan are Best Friends, Outer Space, Dystopia, Alternate Universe - Real World
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Hello! Love your writing and im so happy you cleared your ask box! If it's not too much, may i request Ash Landers x Taller! Male! S/O who's half demon half angel Headcannons? If you don't wanna write it i understand! May the writing gods smile upon you! 💙
oooooh the angel-demon hybrid vibes!!! I have a fandomless OC who’s half-demon half-angel, his name is Vesper and I love him to bits
so in other words I adore this request!! <3
ASH
The beginning of the relationship is… pretty rocky, oops. Ash is incredibly wary of anyone with demonic lineage, and especially someone who’s got such a combination of blood in their veins. Why, he wonders, would an angel choose to make offspring with a demon? Angels and demons are complete opposites. For this reason, since he just can’t understand, he’s a bit cold and distant to his S/O even when they first start a romance.
He can be grumpy about the fact that (Name) is taller than him. It shouldn’t bother him so much, and he knows that, but it… just does! It’s unsettling for him to feel like he’s smaller than someone else. He’s usually the one being taller and doing the protecting, so, well ― is he supposed to stand back and be protected now?? It doesn’t quite process that he doesn’t have to just not do what he’s used to doing.
Actually, very contrary to that, Ash often jumps to the other man’s defense just as quickly as he would with any S/O. Even if (Name) can protect himself, obviously Ash enjoys fighting… particularly if he believes the cause he’s fighting for is righteous. And there’s little more righteous than keeping one’s S/O safe.
(Name) is definitely going to meet Angela, because a relationship with either Ash or Angela goes hand-in-hand with having some kind of relationship with the other. It’s perfectly fine, though, if (Name) wants to keep the romance just between him and Ash. It’s not like he or Angela will be offended. Mostly (Name) will just be spending time with Angela if Ash happens to be busy in a way that means his S/O can’t come along. Hopefully he’ll get to be friends with Angela, at the very least. On that note, during any quieter moments spent with (Name), Ash attempts to mimic Angela’s behavior. She’s the less violent of the two, and even though they’re basically two halves of the same person, he has to practice at allowing himself to relax. Thankfully, softening himself simply for his lover is much easier than doing it for anyone else.
If his S/O is partial to it, Ash likes to spend time inside churches with him. Sometimes praying, sometimes just sitting and soaking in the gentle, purifying presence of God’s white light. Though… he worries that (Name)’s demon half might be caused harm by something like that. He would hope that his S/O would tell him about something like that, but at the same time, if there are any signs that (Name) is in distress within the holy confines of a church, Ash is fast to remove the both of them from the grounds.
Just… cannot hold the other man’s hand with his gloves off. Although this applies to any S/O he’d have, it’s very much especially a thing with anyone Ash is in contact with who has any angelic blood. As an angel himself who’s technically fallen and has lost access to many of the qualities which come with being an angel, he’s unfortunately internalized (and repressed) the fact that he’s no longer ‘clean’. He’s subconsciously terrified of sullying another angel’s purity with his own filthy touch, even if he’s surface-level in denial.
#Black Butler#Kuroshitsuji#Ash#Ash Landers#headcanons#romantic#fluff#drama#God I LOVE when I get a request for Ash he's babe!! I'm a sucker for dem angel boys <3#queued
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Faz alguma coisa fluff + hot P/ Sebastian, Ciel, Alois, Ash e will?
Aqui vamos nós, darling-chan ❤️❤️❤️❤️
Alois
• Encontros em lugares como zoológico, cinema e parque de diversões. Ele ficaria mais feliz ainda se você aceitasse usar uma peça de roupa igual a dele (blusa, casaco…) • Adora festas do pijama. Sempre pede para que você faça trança nos cabelos dele enquanto os dois assistem algum filme de comédia boba. • Ama doces. Se quiser fazer uma surpresa com alguma pequena lembrancinha, dê algum doce a ele em qualquer hora do dia. O sorriso dele será enorme, tão grande que poderá ver de costas (brincadeira). • Não faria nada na cama que você não estivesse completamente à vontade. • Faria o momento ser especial para os dois, mesmo que não fossem suas primeiras vezes, ele faria sempre como se realmente fosse. • Não se incomodaria de usar outros lugares da casa para esse tipo de atividade, como seu escritório, a biblioteca, e quem sabe, até a mesa da cozinha.
Ash
• Gostaria de te levar a lugares onde os dois pudessem aproveitar um tempo sozinhos e se divertirem. Patinar no gelo, o famoso bar feito de gelo… • Maratona de séries na Netflix com potes de sorvete e comidinhas gostosas. Os dois estariam deitados no sofá com cobertores e xícaras de chocolate quente. • Gostaria de te levar a exposições de arte. E você iria mesmo sem gostar, mas faria isso por ele. • Só te levaria para cama se estivesse definitivamente apaixonado e depois do casamento (ele é tradicional) • Seria muito tradicional na cama, não faria nada louco e sempre estaria preocupado se está sentindo o mesmo prazer que ele. • Nunca faria sexo fora de casa ou fora do quarto. Mesmo que a necessidade fosse urgente, esperaria até chegarem a cama.
Ciel
• Não seria muito de mostrar afeição em público, mas não se incomodaria se quisesse dar as mãos. • Gosta de te levar para encontros em lugares como restaurantes caros e para assistir peças de teatro. • No quesito presentes, ele te daria o que você quisesse. Então sempre te perguntaria, mas se fosse o caso de fazer uma surpresa, pediria a ajuda de outras pessoas. • Prefere que coisas mais íntimas aconteçam no completo escuro. Ele gostaria de olhar para seu rosto, sim, mas ficaria embaraçado quando olhasse de volta, ele ia achar isso um pouco “destrói clima”. • Gostaria de ser o dominador na maior parte do tempo, mas poderia ser o sub se você implorasse de uma forma bonitinha ☆〜（ゝ。∂） • Uma de suas posições favoritas é você sentada no colo dele… O pobre garoto morde seu ombro tentando ficar quieto.
Sebastian
• Demônios são possessivos por natureza, e Sebastian seguraria sua mão em todos os lugares para mostrar que você pertence a ele. • Seria o mais perfeito cavaleiro, do tipo que puxa a cadeira para você e abre as portas. • Gostaria de te levar para sessões de filmes cult no cinema, e durante o filme, roubaria um beijo ou dois. Quando acabasse, ele te levaria até sua casa par ter certeza de que está em segurança. • Na cama, gostaria de usar vendas nos seus olhos, mas só se estivesse de acordo. • Dependendo de seu nível de estresse, te usaria como escape e esteja preparada para três rounds ou mais. • Salto alto e meia calça. Duas coisas que o deixam louco.
William
• Por causa de seu trabalho, quase não tem tempo livre, mas quando tivesse de folga, te levaria para sair e fazer o que quisesse. • Não gostaria de lugares muito agitados, mas adoraria ficar com você em uma cafeteria tranquila enquanto lêem um livro. • Prefere quando está frio, só assim pode ficar com você assistindo algum filme, mas nunca vai admitir. • Pode ser bem quieto na cama, mas isso não quer dizer que ele não está gostando. • Saiba como e onde toca-lo e você verá como sua expressão muda deliciosamente. • Se você concordasse em ficar quieta (tentar pelo menos), ele concordaria em fazer sexo com você em seu escritório, em cima da mesa.
#alois Trancy#alois#trancy#ash landers#ash#landers#ciel Phantomhive#ciel#phantomhive#sebastian michaelis#sebastian#michaelis#william t spears#William#william t#Black butler#black#butler#kuroshitsuji#fluff#fluffy#headcanons#nsfw?
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-𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐏𝐚𝐠𝐞-
-𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐬 & 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬-
𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝑩𝒖𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒓 † 𝑲𝒖𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒋𝒊
-Phantomhive Household
Our!Ciel Phantomhive
Sebastian Michealis
Finnian
Baldroy
Mey-Rin
-Trancy Household
Alois Trancy
Claude Faustus
The Triplets
Hannah Annafellows
-Reapers
Undertaker
Grell Sutcliff
Ronald Knox
William T. Spears
-Circus
Joker
Beast
Doll
Snake
Dagger
-Other
Vincent Phantomhive
Madame Red
Elizabeth Ethel Cordelia Midford
Edward Midford
Charles Grey
Ash Landers
Angela Blanc
𝑯𝒂𝒛𝒃𝒊𝒏 ☬ 𝑯𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒍
-Staff
Charlie
Vaggie
Angel Dust
Husk
Niffty
-Overlords + Royalty
Alastor
Vox
Velvet
Valentino
Rosie
Lucifer
Lilith
Stolas
-Extra
Sir Pentious
Cherri Bomb
Baxter
♆ 𝑰.𝑴.𝑷. ♆
-Workers
Blitzo
Millie
Moxxie
Loona
-Extra
Striker
Verosika
Vortex
Wally Wackford
Miss Mayberry
Fizzarolli
Striker
Octavia
♠♣𝑲𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒈𝒖𝒓𝒖𝒊♥♦
-Student Council
Kirari Momobami
Ririka Momobami
Sayaka Igarashi
Yumemi Yumemite
Kaede Manyuda
Runa Yomozuki
Midari Ikishima
Yuriko Nishinotouin
-Students
Yumeko Jabami
Mary Saotome
Ryota Suzui
Itsuki Sumeragi
Alphabets ; Fluff + Smut
⚿𝑲𝒆𝒚:
♚-𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒏(𝒔) ♛-𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒍𝒆(𝒔) ♜-𝑶𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕(𝒔) ♞-𝑭𝒊𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒕 ♝-𝑭𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇 ☁-𝑨𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕 ✯-𝑺𝑭𝑾 ♡-𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾 ♪-𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒇𝒊𝒄
-𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞𝐬/𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬-
-Fluff
-Smut
-Head cannons
-Angst
-AU's
-Sci-Fi
-Fantasy
-Romance
-Horror
-Slice-of-Life
-Comedy
-Polygamy
-𝐍𝐨 𝐧𝐨'𝐬-
Rape
Incest
Pedophilia
OC x Character
Anything too horrid
-𝐄𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚 𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐨-
-Please remember that school is in session, I am a busy person with a schedule. I will do my best to respond within the hour to the next forty-eight
-Please be specific when requesting. Make sure to tell me what reader you would prefer, letters from the alphabets, character, and what genre you are looking for-
Example; female reader, C+E from fluff alphabet with Yumeko Jabami
#Request Page#XReader#Black Butler x Reader#Kuroshitsuji x Reader#Kakegurui x Reader#Hazbin Hotel x reader#I.M.P. x Reader#Alphabets
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What is this story? And Why Am I Writing it? Part III (Actual Preview for Chapter II)
“What in the blazes is going on?!” Robert demanded, unhappy with the secrets being kept under his roof and the unacceptable behavior of their guest at his table.
Quickly, Lady Grantham, ever being the good hostess, made a B-line for their guest. She couldn’t say that she didn’t agree with her husband about the man’s behavior, but she also couldn’t say that Sybbie was right in whatever she was playing at during dinner. It wouldn’t be the first time that her girl had conducted herself with mean spirited intent in order to humiliate a guest at their table in the past. As much as Cora loved her little girl, she was fully aware of the bullying cruelty that the teenage heiress had a reputation for subjecting other unfortunate girls of society too in private.
But this time Cora’s fair mindedness and doubt in her girl’s intentions could cost her.
“Get back!”
“Granny, watch out!”
In a flash of an instant, the moment the white silk gloved hands of Lady Grantham touched a confused and disoriented Chis Everman, he panicked. Immediately. to the sudden shock and gasp of all but one, the man produced a shiny chrome plated Colt from the waistband of his trousers. He blindly grabbed for Cora who reeled away from his grip upon the bedazzled bodice and wispy see through sleeves of her cream gown. But before he could get a sure hold on Lady Grantham, the girl whose intentions she questioned, jumped in. Quickly, Sybbie broke the man’s hold on her granny, shoving her out his reach. But before she could step away, the movie producer snatched the girl up in one foul move. For a moment the two struggled, but to no avail.
“Sybbie!”
“Sir, that is enough!”
“Let her go!”
With a whine of protest, the girl was stretched painfully straight against her captor. Quickly and unkindly, the man whipped the beauty around to face everyone. Barring his forearm against her supple pale throat covered by choker, the man jammed the barrel of his gun against Sybbie’s temple. Crushing her against his front, the man ducked slightly behind the girl’s head of glossy black tresses. He backed away, keeping track of Thomas advancing to his left, Richard Ellis to the right, while both Tom, Robert, and Atticus trailed his paces. Chris twisted and turned both he and his hostage, working his way to better keep everyone in front of him. But always at the forefront, seemingly terrified, and yet dauntless in awareness of self-harm was Lady Mary. The sleek woman’s red tinted amber eyes were wide, her breath trapped in her chest. Each time the man moved away, she followed, clutching Tom’s arm, her other hand clasped over her own mouth.
“Please, please let her go!”
“Don’t come any closer!”
We won’t but promise you won’t hurt my little girl!”
“It’s going to be okay … Daddy, Mama, don’t get too close.”
At the apex of a situation running headlong into critical mass, tormented tears fell from Lady Mary’s cheeks and Tom Branson had never been more afraid in his life. Lord Grantham was white as a sheet behind his daughter and son-in-law, clutching Lady Grantham’s hand who was frozen in fear. Atticus had his wife pressed behind him. While Lady Rosamund and Lucy both restrained and protected an utterly terrified Marigold who was vainly reaching out for Sybbie to take her hand. Meanwhile, the man in question manhandled the lovely girl in evening finery, panicked and frightened of being discovered and cornered.
“I ain’t gonna be no one’s headline! You hear me?! I ain’t gonna be some footnote in a fluff piece in ‘The Sketch’ about some Great Lady Sleuth’s big whimsical case … Now, just, just back off! Alright! I see you, Jeeves!
“Ellis, pull back!”
“That’s right, I got her, and I’ll waste her right here, so, get back! I’ll do it, I’ll do it! DO YOU HEAR ME!”
“Yeah, I hear you, Johnny … you’re yelling, aren’t you?”
Yet, there was only one voice that the gunman responded too. And that belonged to a figure behind a wide eyed and anxiety ravaged Lady Edith. When Chris Everman turned, he saw, much to his shock and confusion, a cold and collected figure sitting calmly on the polished wood bench. In a sea of pani, George Crawley was calmly using a pocketknife to scrape out the embers of his smoking pipe from the chamber into a potted tree nearby. At no point, since the beginning of the commotion, had George reacted to what happened. He had watched for a moment of two, before deciding to fix a more manageable situation. Slowly, some with puzzlement, some with outrage, the entire room watched the youth quietly manage his pipe of fine crafting that had ancient runes of pre-history carved upon it.
“I’ve got her, Georgie …” He warned twisting the beauty toward him to show her off.
The girl was calm as well, much calmer than their family was. For a long moment George and Sybbie shared a glance of matching eyes. Their look was unreadable, but undeniably conspiring in a way that only two people who shared a great love and turn of mind could do without a word. After a moment the sound of scraping tool on wood finishing echoed in the tense anxiety of the large room.
“I can see that …” The young man grunted while blowing into the instrument. After another beat of quiet attendance to his unique smoking pipe, George looked up again and seemed … irritated to find Mr. Everman still standing there. “What are you doing?” He asked with a frown. This confused the gunman … and the Crawley family.
“What?” the panicked man heaved. “Wha … What do you think?” He showed Sybbie off again. “I, I, I got your girl.” He shrugged looking around, sweat dripping on Sybbie’s bare pale shoulder.
“Yeah …?” There was an almost sarcasm to the youth’s unimpressed reply. “Congratulations.” He muttered as he blew on his pipe again, trying to clear ash out of the airways. The entire situation took a strangely awkward turn as everyone, shocked, frightened, or near manic suddenly had no place to put those emotions. When the movie producer remained static, the youth looked up again.
“Well …” He shook his head. “What are you waiting for?” He asked in aggravation, motioning to the front entrance with his pipe.
“…”
“You won the toss at lander, well done …” George sighed. “Make your move, tough guy.” There was, what one in the Crawley family might say, an unhelpful amount of condescension in the young man’s voice. Perhaps even the grave sin of disinterest.
“Are you out of your mind?!” Lady Mary’s velvety voice was filled with outrage that echoed down to the very bass.
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i was tagged by @ash-lander
rules: answer all questions, add one question of your own and tag as many people as there are questions.
coke or pepsi: coke
disney or dreamworks: dreamworks i think? i dont watch either companies content though.
coffee or tea: both
books or movies: books, although I find it hard to really get into a new one lately
windows or mac: evil
dc or marvel: I do not own a single comic book
x-box or playstation: My brother owns an X-box so that i guess?? I doubt i will ever get either
dragon age or mass effect: dragon age. I never played ME
night owl or early riser: night owl
cards or chess: Can’t compare, chess is for 2 people, cards is played in a group. I love both
chocolate or vanilla: Vanilla!!
vans or converse: I only wore used shoes for the past 4 years, so neither
Lavellan, Trevelyan, Cadash, or Adaar: No idea who or what this is
fluff or angst: again not sure what the context of this is. But my guts tell me fluff
beach or forest: beach most likely (although i do love the forest)
dogs or cats: cats
clear skies or rain: clear skies
cooking or eating out: I love eating out with my friends but cooking is fun too. I think i would settle for eating out most the time if i had the money
spicy food or mild food: if it isn’t sweet potatoe, then spicy.
halloween/samhain or solstice/yule/christmas: I don’t celebrate any religious festivals
would you rather forever be a little too cold or a little too hot: uuhhhh too hot i think.
if you could have a superpower, what would it be: flying or teleportation. (something with mobility for my lazy ass)
animation or live action: either can be good.
paragon or renegade: again. didn’t play ME
baths or showers: shower, I hate taking a bath and then still having to wash my hair. Although now that i am pretty much bald i guess thats not an issue anymore, i stick with shower though.
team cap or team ironman: I really don’t care,
fantasy or sci-fi: why_not_both.jpg
do you have three or four favourite quotes, if so what are they:
- Fool me once shame on you but teach a man how to fool me and i will be fooled for the rest of my life
- Nothing is stronger than an idea whose time has come
- The biggest, most enduring lesson of school is that learning is work, to be avoided when possible
harry potter or percy jackson: harry potter
when you feel accomplished: when i make something work that worked hard on
star wars or star trek: star trek although i like both
paperback books or hardback books: paperback
horror or rom-com: I don’t like either genre but, rom-com..?
tv shows or movies: tv shows
favorite animal: Elephants
favorite genre of music: Rock, Hip-hop, Funk
least favorite book: Homo Faber
favourite season: spring/summer
sparkly or shiny: shiny
favorite character in a tv series: I dont have memory
do you have/want any tattoos and if you do, what are they: I want to get a small green carnation on my chest. Basically asap but colouring costs money
youtube or netflix: I use them for vastly different things. Netflix is entertainment for me mostly, and youtube i use mostly for educational purposes.
If you could go to school for completely free what would you study?: something in the human, social and political sciences. maybe law but both my parents studied that already so i feel a bit weird about it.
what’s your aesthetic?: uhh anything pretty, dont really have one going for myself
if you could meet any person rn, dead or alive, who would they be?: maybe vincent van gogh or oscar wilde. Not sure though, there are many.
what would you point to as your greatest triumph?: I co-founded a school.
what do you really want to know about the future? I would like to know if i will ever be financially stable on my own.
my question: which theory of what happens when you die do you like best/comforts you the most?
I won’t tag 48 people because thats just nuts but i would appreciate it if anybody who wants to do this does this and then tags me. Especially Mutuals!
#op#tag game#just yesterday i was thinking that i havent done one of these in a while#and then Damy pulls through with 47 questions#nice thanks a lot
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Hello!
I've decided to change this whole blog into a writing account.
Writing and reading have always been big parts of my life besides music and athletics.
I've written several works but never really got the courage to publish any.
From now on - I'll do!
(My old reblogs + posts will still be here, cause I don't want to delete 1000 of them)
RULES:
I'll write fluff, comfort, angst and if I'm comfortable I'll do nsfw works.
For pairings i do:
fxf (reader)
mxm (reader)
fxm (reader)
ccxcc (both fxf and mxm)
ocxoc (just for the fandoms I write for, submit an ask and I'll think of something!)
Own Characters of mine
Slashers
billy loomis
stu matcher
Thomas hewitt
Bo sinclair
Vincent sinclair
billy lenz
Patrick bateman
Michael myers
rz!Michael myers
Freddy krüger
Albert Shaw (The Grabber)
Tlou
Joel Miller
Ellie Williams
Stranger Things
Eddie Munson
Billy Hargrove
Chrissy Cunningham
Robin Buckley
Steve Harrington
Nancy Wheeler
Jonathan Byers
Black Butler
Sebastian Michaelis
Claude Faustus
Grelle Sutcliffe
William T. Spears
Vincent Phantomhive
Drocell Keinz
Undertaker(Adrian Crevan)
Joker
Hannah Annafellows
Ronald Knox
Ash Landers
Ciel Phantomhive (Platonic only!)
Alois Trancy (Platonic only!)
I might expand the list
(very likely)
~gremlinology
#writerscorner#writers blog#tumblr writers#tumblr writing society#tumblr writing community#slasher x reader#slasher x you#oc fanfiction#tlou fanfiction#stranger things series#stranger things x reader#stranger things fanfic#stranger things au#stranger things x you
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thank you for tagging me, @communick!!!!!
rules: answer all questions, add one question of your own and tag as many people as there are questions.
putting this under a readmore bc it’s long
coke or pepsi: faygo
disney or dreamworks: dreamworks largely bc of prince of egypt and spirit and in spite of the will smith fish
coffee or tea: tea :3
books or movies: both!
windows or mac: windows
dc or marvel: no thank u but if i had to pick i’d say marvel bc i hate dc’s aggressively grim tone and their thinly veiled jingoism
x-box or playstation: xbox, once upon a time
dragon age or mass effect: mass effect - i could never get into the first dragon age bc its controls are rly clunky and also mass effect allows me to romance thane, my frog bf
night owl or early riser: yes
cards or chess: cards - chess is elegant, but inefficient and lacks versatility
chocolate or vanilla: chocolate!
vans or converse: converse - they run about a full size large and so they’re the only brand i can reliably find for my size 14 giant’s feet
Lavellan, Trevelyan, Cadash, or Adaar: ???? exblain
fluff or angst: flangsfft
beach or forest: forest
dogs or cats: KITTY!
clear skies or rain: rain
cooking or eating out: i’m getting to be a halfway competent cook so cooking :D
spicy food or mild food: malic bc i am weak
halloween/samhain or solstice/yule/christmas: halloween ;D
would you rather forever be a little too cold or a little too hot: too cold - i like sweaters
if you could have a superpower, what would it be: The Craft
animation or live action: animation i guess? it is a very slight preference tho
paragon or renegade: paragon! i prefer defeating the eldritch machines from beyond the void of time and space using the power of intergalactic friendship over defeating them with the power of... shepard yelling? i guess?
baths or showers: baths immediately followed by sitting outside letting the heat radiate out of your body
team cap or team ironman: team squirrel girl
fantasy or sci-fi: eeeeghghhhhh... fantasy
do you have three or four favourite quotes, if so what are they:
“I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. And I am horribly limited.” ~ Sylvia Plath
“So when this corruptible shall have put on incorruption, and this mortal shall have put on immortality, then shall be brought to pass the saying that is written, Death is swallowed up in victory. O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?” ~ 1 Corinthians 15:54-55
“Pride is not the opposite of shame, but its source. True humility is the only antidote to shame.” ~ Uncle Iroh, A:tLA
"The universe is a dark place. I intend to make it brighter before I die." ~ Thane - Mass Effect 2
harry potter or percy jackson: harry potter
when you feel accomplished: when grades come back high
star wars or star trek: star trek - scifi and fantasy belong in separate camps
paperback books or hardback books: paperback - portable and also soft
horror or rom-com: horror
tv shows or movies: movies - the only tv shows i rly like are netflix shows and those i think can be better understood as 10-hour movies than as actual shows
favorite animal: cuttlefish!
favorite genre of music: folk
least favorite book: the red badge of courge
favourite season: fall
sparkly or shiny: sparkly
favorite character in a tv series: MISTY DAY
do you have/want any tattoos and if you do, what are they: i have The Plath Tattoo on my back in between my dermals - “I am. I am. I am.” rendered in Courier
youtube or netflix: netflix
If you could go to school for completely free what would you study?: art history - particularly the Italian Baroque period
what’s your aesthetic?: the nectar-eating insect nestled between the darkest leaves in the deepest forest
if you could meet any person rn, dead or alive, who would they be?: zelda fitzgerald seems fun
my question: what would you point to as your greatest triumph?:
i think i’m supposed to tag ppl? @ragnr @letter4no1 @cakepopfantasy @gearmaster1, @albusaeronabrum @meltingcoffeeproductions, @1997dodgeneon2k17model @sapphorb @moon-and-ash @ash-lander @ad-tyler @queen-dudebabe sorry i don’t know how social media works
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by OzzyOsmium
I decided to try again. So, here's another one of these... yay?
Requests are OPEN!
Words: 825, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Ao no Exorcist | Blue Exorcist, The Arcana (Visual Novel), Avatar: The Last Airbender, ビースターズ | BEASTARS, 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia, Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim, Fallout 4, Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Hiveswap, Gravity Falls, Supernatural, SpongeBob SquarePants (Cartoon), Undertale (Video Game), Homestuck, Kuroshitsuji | Black Butler, The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types, South Park
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: Other
Characters: Amaimon (Ao no Exorcist), Mephisto Pheles, Okumura Rin, Asra (The Arcana), Julian Devorak, Lucio (The Arcana), Muriel (The Arcana), Nadia (The Arcana), The Gaang (Avatar), Iroh (Avatar), June (Avatar), Bill (BEASTARS), Collot (BEASTARS), Gosha (BEASTARS), Gouhin (BEASTARS), Haru (BEASTARS), Jack (BEASTARS), Juno (BEASTARS), Kyuu (BEASTARS), Legosi (BEASTARS), Louis (BEASTARS), Melon (BEASTARS), Pina (BEASTARS), Class 1-A (My Hero Academia), Dabi (My Hero Academia), Monoma Neito, Shinsou Hitoshi, Toga Himiko, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Cicero (Elder Scrolls), Cait (Fallout), John Hancock (Fallout), Nick Valentine, Piper Wright, Harry Potter Characters, Hiveswap Friendsim Trolls, Alpha Trolls (Homestuck), Alpha Kids (Homestuck), Beta Trolls (Homestuck), Beta Kids (Homestuck), Angela Blanc, Ash Landers, Ciel Phantomhive, Finnian (Kuroshitsuji), Grell Sutcliff, Sebastian Michaelis, The Undertaker, The Fellowship of the Ring, Bilbo Baggins, Rick Sanchez (Rick and Morty), Daphne Blake, Fred Jones, Norville "Shaggy" Rogers, Velma Dinkley, Scooby Doo, Eric Cartman, Kenny McCormick, Kyle Broflovski, Stan Marsh, SpongeBob SquarePants, Squidward Tentacles, Castiel (Supernatural), Dean Winchester, Gabriel (Supernatural), Sam Winchester, Alphys (Undertale), Asgore Dreemurr, Asriel Dreemurr, Frisk (Undertale), Mettaton (Undertale), Muffet (Undertale), Papyrus (Undertale), Sans (Undertale), Toriel (Undertale), Undyne (Undertale)
Relationships: Other Relationship Tags to Be Added
Additional Tags: Fluff, Angst, Smut, Other Additional Tags to Be Added
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Another Damn Request Dump
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/394H3Fo
by OzzyOsmium
I decided to try again. So, here's another one of these... yay?
Requests are OPEN!
Words: 825, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Ao no Exorcist | Blue Exorcist, The Arcana (Visual Novel), Avatar: The Last Airbender, ビースターズ | BEASTARS, 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia, Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim, Fallout 4, Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Hiveswap, Gravity Falls, Supernatural, SpongeBob SquarePants (Cartoon), Undertale (Video Game), Homestuck, Kuroshitsuji | Black Butler, The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types, South Park
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: Other
Characters: Amaimon (Ao no Exorcist), Mephisto Pheles, Okumura Rin, Asra (The Arcana), Julian Devorak, Lucio (The Arcana), Muriel (The Arcana), Nadia (The Arcana), The Gaang (Avatar), Iroh (Avatar), June (Avatar), Bill (BEASTARS), Collot (BEASTARS), Gosha (BEASTARS), Gouhin (BEASTARS), Haru (BEASTARS), Jack (BEASTARS), Juno (BEASTARS), Kyuu (BEASTARS), Legosi (BEASTARS), Louis (BEASTARS), Melon (BEASTARS), Pina (BEASTARS), Class 1-A (My Hero Academia), Dabi (My Hero Academia), Monoma Neito, Shinsou Hitoshi, Toga Himiko, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Cicero (Elder Scrolls), Cait (Fallout), John Hancock (Fallout), Nick Valentine, Piper Wright, Harry Potter Characters, Hiveswap Friendsim Trolls, Alpha Trolls (Homestuck), Alpha Kids (Homestuck), Beta Trolls (Homestuck), Beta Kids (Homestuck), Angela Blanc, Ash Landers, Ciel Phantomhive, Finnian (Kuroshitsuji), Grell Sutcliff, Sebastian Michaelis, The Undertaker, The Fellowship of the Ring, Bilbo Baggins, Rick Sanchez (Rick and Morty), Daphne Blake, Fred Jones, Norville "Shaggy" Rogers, Velma Dinkley, Scooby Doo, Eric Cartman, Kenny McCormick, Kyle Broflovski, Stan Marsh, SpongeBob SquarePants, Squidward Tentacles, Castiel (Supernatural), Dean Winchester, Gabriel (Supernatural), Sam Winchester, Alphys (Undertale), Asgore Dreemurr, Asriel Dreemurr, Frisk (Undertale), Mettaton (Undertale), Muffet (Undertale), Papyrus (Undertale), Sans (Undertale), Toriel (Undertale), Undyne (Undertale)
Relationships: Other Relationship Tags to Be Added
Additional Tags: Fluff, Angst, Smut, Other Additional Tags to Be Added
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/394H3Fo
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S/O: my angel
Ash, despite knowing full well that he's an actual honest to God angel and probably shouldn't be lovestruck by them using it as a pet name for him: ❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️
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Um cenário fofo com Ash Landers q o despertador toca e.... (Deixo com vc o resto!)
— Ash? — Shhh... — Ash? — você o cutucou outra vez. — Quieta... — ele murmurou, sonolento. — Ash, está ouvindo? — Só mais 10 minutos. — ele pediu. Você apertou o botão soneca do despertador e puxou as cobertas para cima. Ash chegou mais perto abraçou sua cintura. — Ash...? — o despertador começou a berrar mais uma vez. — Já ouvi. — ele disse, sem abrir os olhos. — Então levante, vai se atrasar para o trabalho. — Uhum... — ele murmurou. Você se virou um pouco para olhá-lo, estava com os olhos fechado e uma expressão relaxada. — ASH! — você aumentou o tom de voz, se esticando por cima dele para desligar o despertador. — O-oi o que... — ele se assustou, abriu os olhos rapidamente e rolou para o lado contrário. — Ash, me... — ele segurou seu braço para tentar se equilibrar, então, os dois caíram da cama. Ele caiu no tapete e você caiu em cima dele. Abriu a boca para falar. — Nem adianta. — ele te impediu de começar. — A culpa foi sua. — Minha? — você se levantou. — Foi você que não levantou. — Eu pedi mais 10 minutos. — E eu te dei! — Eu queria mais 10. — Você é impossível. — você apoiou a mão na cintura e olhou-o, Ash continuava deitado no chão. — De onde vem esse sono todo? — Não é sono. — Não? É o que então? — Eu queria ficar mais 10 minutos perto de você.
#Ash landers#Ash#landers#scenario#scenarios#fluff#fluffy#cenário#kuroshitsuji#Black butler#Black#butler#x reader#Ash landers x reader
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European Space Agency’s ExoMars successfully starts its journey to the red planet
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