#Change and Reaction / Cactus
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Fuck Me, Fill Me
Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!Reader | W/C: ~4K | Rating: 18+ Minors DNI
Summary: Accidents happen all the time — people fall, knives slip, condoms break. You spent years successfully avoiding one. Except things are different now, you're ready for more. Your husband Joel is more than happy to oblige.
Warnings: Joel has one mission in this one -- knock you the fuck up (if that's not your thing, kindly move on). Heavy on the breeding kink. No age gap is mentioned (make it your own). So much dirty talk. Fingering. Dry humping/grinding. Praise kink. Size kink. Unprotected P in V. Rough sex. Semi-public sex. Sex in front of a mirror. Multiple creampies. No use of Y/N, no use of daddy. TLOU au. Reader has no physical descriptions except hair (no type or color) long enough to hold on to. Let me know if I missed anything!
A/N: I have no excuses for this one except that I have Joel brain rot and baby fever. Shoutout to the Capital One Lounge at IAD for the idea. Written on a plane.
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Accidents happen all the time — people fall, knives slip, condoms break.
It’s inevitable, really. A known fact of life. Call it Murphy’s law, bad luck, or just plain stupidity…
You’ve spent the majority of your teens and 20s successfully avoiding an accident.
If it can happen, it will happen your superstitious aunt used to say, and you were a believer.
Lord knows you've had more than enough evidence in your life to back up her words. From the tummy ache after eating way too many cherries, to the conspicuous brown stain that ruined your pristine white blouse. A blister on your heel from shoes that were supposed to be 'broken in' but never quite were, and the painful crack in your skin that followed. Proof was everywhere, and you learned to expect the unexpected.
You hold tight to that belief, while Joel does the same to your hips, fucking you within an inch of your life in the airport lounge bathroom.
But how you both ended up in this position was no accident.
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It never seemed like the right time—you had so much more to explore, achieve, and experience. Becoming a mother would complicate everything; at least, that's what you convinced yourself. You were content to rely on that little orange pill each day, despite its own set of side effects, because it kept your options open.
You weren't sure you'd make a good mom anyway. Your own mother certainly wasn't a shining example, and you had no reason to think you'd be any different. You couldn't even keep a cactus alive—how could you possibly care for a child?
But something changed not long after you and Joel got married. Maybe it was maturity slowly finding its way in, like warm honey filling the spaces you once closed off. It softened you to the idea of chubby cheeks and tiny fingers, gentle coos, and quiet lullabies sung in the deep southern drawl that had become so familiar.
Initially, you weren't sure how Joel would take the news, but when you told him you'd reconsidered, his reaction was beyond anything you'd expected. He was over the moon, filled with an urgency you'd never seen in him before. It was like you'd handed him the key to his deepest desires, and he was eager, almost desperate, to turn it and bring new life into your world, yours and his.
He made it clear just how eager he was when he took you in his arms and twirled you around the kitchen in joy. Then, without missing a beat, he bent you over the counter, yanked down your jeans, and made his intentions unmistakably clear. He fucked his cum so deep inside of you that night that you felt the warm dribble of him the next morning.
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Good things come to those who wait.
The words seem almost lifeless as they peer back at you, the paper they're printed on showing signs of age and Scotch tape keeping it glued to the break room wall above the microwave. The optimism they once held has faded, leaving behind nothing but cynicism and wear.
Yeah. Right.
The shrill beep of the microwave snaps you back to the present, your shoulders tensing. You shake off your irritation, clutching the warm coffee that’s been reheated three times, its heat barely reaching the chill of your underlying pessimism. It’s a small comfort, but enough to soften the ache of disappointment that nags at you every month when hope fizzles out.
Back at your desk, you bury yourself in work, flipping through emails and juggling various applications. Headphones in, you’re almost lost in your own world when a notification on your phone pulls you back. It's your cycle tracking app, reminding you that you're due to ovulate in a couple of days. But wait—
No, no, no. You quickly count the days in your head, then scramble to open your work calendar. The schedule's a blur until your eyes land on the words "Work Trip: Jackson, Wyoming." They jump off the screen, almost mocking you. Looks like timing won't be on your side this month. Unless —
Would it be too ridiculous to change an entire work trip just so you could make love to your ridiculously hot husband, and let him fill you again and again? You think not, but you know your boss might say otherwise.
You spend the rest of your workday figuring out Plan B. The irony is not lost on you that you’re seeking out an entirely different kind than you used to.
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As you settle into the couch, your legs draped across his lap, he begins to massage the soles of your feet in that soothing way that sends a ripple of warmth up your spine. You can't help but glance at his side profile—the elegant slope of his nose, the chiseled cut of his jaw, and the effortless curls of his salt-and-pepper hair that rest at the nape of his neck. He's undeniably handsome, a sight that never gets old.
His touch spreads a slow heat across your skin, your stomach fluttering in response. It's always been this way—the world could be crumbling outside, but with Joel, in your shared cocoon, you feel entirely at ease, wrapped in safety and affection.
“You're really gorgeous, you know,” you murmur, almost too quietly to be heard. You swirl the wine in your glass and meet his gaze as you take a sip.
“Nah, that's you, sweetheart,” he replies with a wink, his touch transitioning to featherlight kitten caresses as his fingers trace a path up your shin. He's not trying to seduce you, not really, but his touch and the intent gaze he holds on you are enough to ignite a slow burn under your skin.
You relax into the cushions, your head sinking back into the pillow, reveling in this moment. When he pauses, even for a second, you squirm, and he chuckles softly. “Such a needy little thing, aren't cha?” he teases, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he resumes his gentle strokes. “Mhm, sure am,” you hum, your eyes closing as you melt into the sensation of his skin on yours.
He slowly journeys upward, callused palms gliding along the smooth skin of your thigh, alternating between soft strokes and firm squeezes. Each touch seems to awaken a deeper need within you, and you're all too aware of the growing bulge beneath your calves, a silent but potent reminder of the desire simmering between you. It's enough to make you ache for him, crave his closeness, the kind of closeness only he can provide.
You lift your head, and he's already adjusting, his broad frame looming over you. He locks eyes with you as he takes the wineglass from your hand, placing it on the coffee table with care, then shifts his full attention back to you. You push your hips upward, meeting his, and he presses down just enough to make it clear that he’s in control, his body holding you firmly but without discomfort. You know he’s got you right where he wants you.
Your eyes meet his, and the intensity in his gaze leaves no doubt—this is happening. He props himself up on one forearm, his other hand tangling through your hair, his knuckles brushing against your cheek with a tender touch. He thrusts his hips into you with more urgency, his lips descending to capture yours, drawing out a soft moan from deep within you.
“Fuck sweetheart, feel what you do to me?” he groans, pressing his lips harder against yours. He tastes the wine on you, and your tongues intertwine, each movement slow but deliberate. You work your arms free from your sides and slide your hands into his hair, tugging gently, your nails grazing his scalp. The deep groan that escapes him tells you he's feeling everything—the pull, the scrape, the heat. It rumbles from his chest, reverberating through you, and it's intoxicating.
With your lips pressed firmly to his, he captures your bottom lip between his teeth, giving it a teasing bite as he thrusts against you. The rough denim scrapes against your inner thighs, and he slots himself perfectly between your legs. His mouth leaves yours, tracing a path of soft kisses down your jawline, lingering at that sensitive spot just behind your ear before he pulls the lobe into his mouth. You moan, fingers tangled in his hair, while your other hand explores the broad expanse of his back, craving the feel of him, unable to get enough.
“Joel,” you whimper, his name almost a question on your lips.
He doesn't pause, thrusting with just the right pressure, almost ignoring your plea. You move your lips to his shoulder and whisper, “I’m ovulating.”
That makes him stop. He props himself up on one forearm, his free hand on your ribs, his intense gaze locking onto yours. His eyes darken, pupils eclipsing the rich brown you know so well, and he groans deeply. Fuck.
“Yeah, sweetheart? Mmm, big mistake telling me that, now I’m just going to pump you full of my cum all night, gonna fuck you again and again, keep you so full of me that it’ll have no choice but to stick this time.”
You whimper at the thought, and his words go straight to your already wet core, your pussy fluttering around nothing, practically begging to be filled.
You want him so bad, but right now, he wants you more — wants every part of you, wants to change you forever. His head dips back to your neck, and he's practically grinding into you, the pressure so intense it feels like he's already fucking you through your clothes. His beard rasps against your cheek, leaving a trail of red marks as he works his way down to your chest, hastily undoing buttons, uncovering your breasts, and teasing your nipples to hard, eager peaks.
It would almost be embarrassing how turned on you are right now if it were anyone but him, how easily he can fluster you, turn you into a babbling mess.
“Well, not right now, but I am next —” you start to say, but quickly lose your train of thought as his whole hand comes down to cup your sex and the feel of his palm pressing against your dripping center.
“Sorry darlin’, what was that?” He asks, doing little to hide the smug tone behind his voice, obviously pleased with the effect he has on you.
“I am next week, while I’m supposed to be in Jackson for work,” you manage to get out, the words coming out soft, a barely there thought, your attention mostly on the sensation of his thick finger that has now curled its way deep inside of you, your panties pushed to the side as they should never have been there in the first place, not with him in the room.
“Come with me,” you ask, your words a tad breathless as he adds another finger to your dripping center, your slick coating them completely, and when he doesn’t answer, you’re not sure he heard you behind the haze of his arousal, the blood thrumming through his veins. Not that you can blame him, it’s so hard to fucking think, to breathe, to string together a rational thought that isn’t dirty when you’re together like this.
“Gotta feel this pussy first,” he rasps, the words slightly muffled against the tenderness of your breast. His words sober you for a brief second, as you playfully push against him in protest.
"That's not what I meant, and you know it," you laugh, and he can't suppress the goofy grin spreading across his face. He loves this—the playful banter, the way you bring out his lighter side, the perfect blend of passion and humor that flows between you. It's always been like this, effortlessly flirty, endlessly fun. You’re the perfect combination of sexy and cute, and better yet, you’re all his.
“Alright baby, I’ll come with you, on one condition,” he says, adding a third finger, and the stench of him is intoxicatingly delicious, perfect, and intense in the best way. You already feel so fucked out, you’re not sure how he’s managing to find the will to set fucking conditions right now, but still, you humor him —
“Conditions, huh?” You moan as he continues to pump his fingers in and out of you, the pads of his fingers grazing at the soft spongey spot inside of you that makes you see stars.
“Yeah, sweetheart, conditions,” he says, nipping at your chin. “You’re gonna be the good girl I know you are and come all over my fingers, and then I’ll make sure that you’re full of me all week, whenever you want it baby, I’m all yours,” he rasps, his breath coming a bit more ragged now at the thought of your proposition and his.
His fingers are still deep inside of you, he positions his wrist just right and brings the pad of his thumb to your clit. Your slick, combined with his filthy fucking mouth, and his thick cock pressed against you, creates the perfect conditions for the inevitable. He’s never not made you come, and you sure as hell know he’s not about to change that narrative now.
If it can happen, it will happen.
“Come on pretty girl, show me how pretty you come on your husband’s fingers,” he says, not really asking, but rather ordering in the tone that lights every nerve in your body on fire with arousal.
The warmth in your lower belly spreads outward, wrapping you in a blanket of pleasure. Your limbs tingle, your vision blurs, and your toes curl as the intensity builds. For a split second, everything goes hazy, and you let go, surrendering to him completely. He takes control, guiding you through the waves of ecstasy, pulling you into a bliss that only he knows how to reach.
“So good for me, sweetheart. You are so perfect.”
He makes you come once more soon after and then fucks you deep and slow. It’s all whispered praises in your ear, a firm grip on your hips, and his cock barely leaving your cunt before he’s slamming back into you, desperate to keep the tip of him as close to your cervix as possible.
Come with me, you moan, and he knows exactly what you mean this time.
“Shit, baby, I can feel you squeezing me, taking me so good —” his words break with a moan as you come for the third time, falling apart on his cock, before he adds “gripping me so goddamn tight.”
His thrusts slow and he buries himself to the hilt inside of you, and paints your insides in thick ropes of cum, holding your gaze as he throbs inside, not daring to move and risk any of his spend coming out before he wants it to.
He plants a soft kiss on your lips and tells you that you’re going to look even more gorgeous with his baby inside of you.
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The delayed flight to Jackson was just another reminder of life's unpredictability.
What started as a simple 30-minute delay quickly turned into an hour, then two, and now you're both three hours past your original departure time.
You find yourselves in one of the newer airport lounges, sitting in overly posh chairs. It's surprisingly uncrowded given the chaos that usually comes with airport delays. Your luggage is safely tucked away in the lockers, your bellies are full from the free snacks, and the irritation from earlier is fading thanks to the complimentary drinks. The ambiance is unexpectedly chic. Even the bathrooms feel upscale—private, enormous mirrors, fancy soap, and paper towels so luxurious they might as well be hand towels.
Joel is deep into a well-worn Western novel, its cover frayed and spine cracked from countless readings. You're scrolling through an article about the best positions for conceiving, smirking when you realize you and Joel have tried most of them, and then some. Just as you're in the middle of your read, your cycle tracking app sends a notification—you're at peak fertility, starting now. Have fun! ;)
Shit.
Who knows when you'll actually make it to your hotel room in Jackson tonight? You glance up from your phone, stealing a look at Joel. He's always handsome, but there's something about him in his glasses—the way the frames sit on the bridge of his nose, the slight furrow in his brow as he focuses on the words in his book. It's endearing how he still reads with such intensity, even though you know he's revisited these same pages countless times.
Your pussy flutters and aches at the sight, giving you a cheeky idea. He did say you could have him whenever you wanted.
You clear your throat, hoping to pull Joel's focus from his book, but he doesn't seem to notice. You try again, this time a bit louder, and all you get is a distracted, "You okay, sweetheart?" without him even glancing up.
You know you’ll need to be more direct to capture his attention.
"I'm going to use the restroom," you say, and he nods, eyes still on the page. Once inside, you leave the door unlocked and hike up your dress, exposing your bare breasts. You pinch your nipples between your thumb and forefinger until they harden, then push out your chest, angling your smartphone for the perfect shot. The result is a provocative selfie that you know will make him put that book down.
You attach it to a message for Joel and quickly type out your request — come knock me up in the bathroom, Cowboy.
He’s joining you in the bathroom faster than you thought he would, careful to avoid any curious eyes or draw attention to the fact that he’s about to absolutely wreck his wife.
Once inside, he locks the door behind him and grabs your waist, guiding you back until your hips hit the counter's edge. His hands roam over your body, lifting the hem of your dress until it's bunched around your waist. He kisses you with a desperate hunger, as if he hasn't had you in years.
"You sure you want to do this here, sweetheart?" he groans against your lips, shifting between playful nips, gentle kisses on your cheeks, and heated sucks at your jawline. The anticipation in his touch is palpable, but he's still checking to make sure this is what you want.
“Never been more sure of anything in my life except for the day I married you. Please fuck me, Joel, need to feel you stretch me out” you say, your words crossed between a whimper and a plea.
God, just when he thought you couldn’t get any more perfect.
“Yeah? My girl wants me to fill up her tight little hole,” he teases, already knowing the answer. He moves his hand to your dripping core and lets out a deep groan when he discovers you’ve already removed the barrier of your underwear for him.
“Fuck baby, I’d do anything to taste you right now, wanna hear all those pretty noises you make and the way my name sounds when you moan it for me,” and you soften more under the heat of his words, letting your mind drift to thoughts of how good it feels when his head is between your legs, gently wringing orgasm after orgasm out of you like it’s his fucking job.
“Gotta make this one quick, though. Can you be quiet for me, sweetheart?” He asks, and all you can do is nod.
"Good girl—c'mere, turn around," he instructs, guiding you with his hands until you've spun around, your hips pressing into the sink. His hand travels down your spine, making you arch toward him slightly, and he bends you over even more. In the mirror, you see him behind you, his eyes locked on yours as he quickly unbuckles his belt and lowers his jeans to mid-thigh. The anticipation is electric as you watch him in the reflection, knowing exactly what's coming next.
He spits into his hand and jerks himself, all the while holding your gaze, admiring the way your breasts are pressed up against the counter, perky and perfect. His cock twitches at the thought of what they’ll look like all swollen and full of milk.
He lines himself up against your wet and waiting hole, holds your hips steady with one hand, and gathers your hair in his fist with the other. He gently tugs it so your chin is angled up, eyes even straighter looking into the mirror. He loves watching you take it.
“You’re gonna watch as I fuck you, sweetheart,” He rasps as he presses himself into you in one stroke. You’re so fucking wet, your greedy cunt accepts him easily, despite his size. Like it knows what it wants, and what it needs. There’s a dull delicious sting at the intrusion.
“Oh my god, Joel, you’re so bi—” You break off in a moan as he pulls out and then slams himself into you deep and hard.
“God damn, look at you, my perfect fucking girl. Taking me so well, like this cock was made for you, huh baby?” His voice is firm, but quiet, just above a whisper. He’s not wasting time, he sets a punishing pace, and all you can do is let him use you.
“Fuck me, fuck me, fill me, fill me” you cry out, and he brings his hand to cover your mouth.
“What’d I say about being quiet, baby?” He holds you like that. You slip your hand between your thighs and rub your clit, a dangerous combination when he’s fucking you in this position. You come so fast that you think it might be a record. The tightening of your cunt has him on the precipice of his release.
“You’re fucking mine,” he growls, fucking his cum into you over and over, using every drop of him to give you what you want.
It might not stick this time, hell, it might not stick next time, but one thing is for certain — Joel will keep you full and fucked either way.
Part 2
A/N Continued: Thank you so much for reading! On a side note, my engagement here has been really low lately. :( As much as I'd love to say I don't care about the notes, I won't lie and tell you I don't need them for validation. If you like this, please consider leaving a comment or reblogging. I'll love you forever.
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6 months on it still thinking about how much of a shock that kiss must’ve been to Aziraphale.
The way Crowley steers his cooperation around really gave Aziraphale no warning at all. I was thinking about the development of their body language and it’s interesting to me so have an analysis under the cut.
Crowleys body language doesn’t change all that much over the course of their history. After their initial meetings as angels then in Eden, Crowleys already leaning in, orbiting and slinking around in quite a comfortable, familiar way. He tends to angle his body towards Aziraphale and stands quite close to him. He shows no sign of being fearful or uncomfortable. He quite happily moves in and around Aziraphales personal space without a care in the world even when they hardly knew each other yet.
Aziraphale however starts out looking guarded and unsure. He often stands facing forward while talking to Crowley sideways.
As we go through history Aziraphale becomes more comfortable. He opens up, starts to angle his body more towards Crowley, stops guarding with his hands and moves into Crowleys space on his own. And he starts to initiate physical contact where it’s not even necessary.
But the only times I can think of Crowley initiating physical contact before the kiss are ones that could easily be written off as just friendly or something else like
The wall push (which was aggressive)
The magic shop handshake is practical for sealing the deal
The handhold for the swap (mutual initiation, also practical we assume)
Sitting on the arm of the chair and kinda sorta leaning on Aziraphale when Muriel turns up
Crowley also tends to reject Aziraphales touch by removing himself from it like in the 1800’s, dodging with some roundabout footwork or leaning away. With moments like the pub or the shoulder touch he doesn’t have much of a visible reaction. Granted his eyes are hidden but Aziraphale probably thinks he just doesn’t like being touched. And yes, Neil said they like holding hands, but do they know the other likes holding hands?
And I can hear you say ok then why does Crowley always put himself within touching distance if he don’t wanna be touched? Yeah, he does, but from Aziraphales perspective Crowley has always done this. He’s always been standing close or leaning in. It’s just how he is. Aziraphale is the one who’s changed. He’s become walking megaphone just blasting ‘please hold my hand before I discorporate on the spot pleasepleaselpleaseplease…’
Aziraphale is clearly a physical touch being. He reaches for Crowley in the most stressful or emotionally charged moments. And I think he has been holding back (we can see that on his face) but there’s times where he seems to stop himself mid motion from touching Crowley. Such as after Gabriels appearance and Az is trying to keep Crowley calm
When Crowley says he’s going to take the humans out
And when Crowley goes to take Maggie and Nina out of the bookstore when Heaven and Hell are there. There is a safety element here as it’d be unwise for him to show his affection with Heaven or Hell around but Aziraphales first instinct is to reach for him. But Crowley just gets out of the way like he does it all the time. It’s another dance they do, Aziraphale pursues with physical affection, Crowley avoids. And Aziraphale doesn’t want to cross boundaries he’s perceiving Crowley to be putting up around physical affection so he’s holding it back.
And I think all that is part of the reason Aziraphale looks angry after the kiss. He’s possibly thinking (among many other things) that Crowley has rejected or ignored his physical affection all this time, making Aziraphale think he didn’t want it when he did. And that would be a painful thing to realise when you thought you yearned alone.
So I don’t blame Aziraphale for being upset when he gets this sudden enormous dose of physical contact out of the blue. He had no warning. On the contrary, Crowleys been acting like a big, prickly, demonic cactus. And it would’ve been endlessly confusing to be kissed after years believing the want for even the lightest of touches wasn’t reciprocated.
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Hi
This is my first time requesting here, and I humbly come to you with a request for some headcanons. Hear me out: The first year squad finding a doodle of them with little hearts around it in the reader's notebook
SUMMARY: The first year squad find a doodle of them with hearts around it in your notebook! How do they react?
WARNINGS: None that I am aware of!
COMMENTS: THIS IS SO CUTE I LOVE THIS PROMPT!! I hope you like this!! Sorry if any of these are out of character, I haven’t written half of these characters before haha. Enjoy!
Ace’s reaction would depend on whoever’s around him.
If you were there, for example, he’d desperately hope you don’t notice how red his ears are or how his voice trembles slightly as he teases you. If you love him so bad, why not just confess already? Seriously, Prefect. You’re so shy it’s almost cute. Please ignore how hard he’s blushing.
If he was on his own, however, it would be a different story. Being left with your sketchbook on his own, he’d decide to flick through it. Seeing your cute little drawings is like an arrow straight to his heart. He’ll need a minute or two in private to recover. Does this mean you like him too?? Wait, “too”? He doesn’t have a crush on you… does he??
Instant K.O, no matter the circumstances. Wow, he never realised how good at drawing you were! And… you drew him?? Deuce isn’t self conscious, but he knows he’s not the most attractive guy around. And yet you wanted to draw him? AND put all those hearts around it?? This will not leave his head for the next 7 years.
He hopes you’ll forgive him, but he’s definitely gonna take a photo. He has to show his mother immediately! He’ll spend the next 2-3 weeks rambling to her at any given opportunity about anything about you. His mother will begin teasing him lightly about when he’s gonna marry you, and oh no, he didn’t realise he liked you that much. Does he??
At first, you thought he was uncomfortable. Then, you see the signs. His ears twitch and his tail start wagging, as he makes some excuse and leaves the scene. He doesn’t mean to offend you, but the way you were looking at him, and the drawing— a guy’s heart can only take so much!
He definitely starts to pay more attention to you from then on. Not that he was ignoring you beforehand! But from now on, you start noticing little things he does for you - carrying your bags for you, mostly, along with quietly leaving cactus flowers on your desk. He doesn’t say it’s him, but who else do you know who grows cacti?
Huh?! That’s supposed to be him—?! Ah, wait, he didn’t mean it like that! Your drawing is good, really, he just wasn’t expecting it! As someone who has issues with his appearance, his reaction will definitely depend on how you draw him. But no matter how you draw him, one thing won’t change:
He is definitely flustered.
I mean, you drew him with hearts for goodness’ sake. Hearts! What else could that mean?
Over the next week or two, Vil and Rook are charmed and delighted when a contrite Epel mumbles—
“How do I ask someone out?”
You are going to go deaf.
The moment Sebek sees those drawings, he’s going to yell in shock. Why in Twisted Wonderland would you draw him like that?? He’s confiscating that notebook. No, it’s not so he can keep the picture! It’s so you learn not to draw people in such an incredibly silly manner! Stop asking him if he wants you to draw him more often!
(Although the answer to that would be yes, but he’d never admit it.)
He shortly learns that taking the book back to Diasomnia was a mistake. Lilia immediately steals it, and, upon seeing the pictures of Sebek, immediately shows Malleus and Silver, much to Sebek’s embarrassment. Cue endless questions about when he’s going to ask you out.
♥Thank you for reading!! I hope you enjoyed it!!♥
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in which y/n attends the ears tour in detroit with cole and luke
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y/nzegras best night of my life 🪩🐍🧣(last pic is my live reaction of hearing haunted and i almost do as surprise songs)
also shootout to coley for being the best photographer out there, and to lukey for running to the bathroom to get my toilet paper cause i was crying too much 😗
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colecaufield t swift >> hs
y/nzegras @/colecaufield okay woah now, comparing mother to father is something we do NOT do here short stuff
lhughes_06 why wasn't the fit changed included...?
y/nzegras @/lhughes_06 shhh that's for another post
trevorzegras @/y/nzegras outfit change...???
y/nzegras @/trevorzegras yuh, you would know if you were an actual swifty and came with us loser
colecaufield i can confirm the statement abt the last pic, my ears still hurt from the yelling
y/nzegras @/colecaufield :))
friendsusername can't believe you decided to go to the one in detroit instead of coming with us...
y/nzegras @/friendsusername sorry loves, but mr coley offered me free tickets, can't say no to that <33
trevorzegras @/y/nzegras 1. you're such a fake friend, ditching them like that 2. stop using my friends for their money
y/nzegras @/trevorzegras 1. i was on facetime with them so shush 2. cole offered them to me as an early birthday gift. ur friends like me more than you, stay mad whore 😌
colecaufield @/y/nzegras ur my fav zegras
y/nzegras @/colecaufield this is why ur my fav
jamie.drysdale @/y/nzegras what about me...?
y/nzegras @/jamie.drysdale ur my west coast boy :D
jackhughes why do i have 20 million friendship bracelets in my room with weird letters on them @/y/nzegras
y/nzegras @/jackhughes it's part of my plan to turn you into a swifty
jackhughes @/y/nzegras what on earth does ATWTMVTVFTV mean??
y/nzegras @/jackhughes it's a song duhhh look it up jacky
jackhughes @/y/nzegras ITS TEN MINUTES WTH
y/nzegras @/jackhughes consider it ur song of the day :)
jackhughes @/y/nzegras wait when you'd even go in my room...?
y/nzegras @/jackhughes i have connections, lots of help from the inside
jackhughes @/y/nzegras WAS IT LUKE??
y/nzegras @/jackhughes im not saying it's him, but im not saying it's not him either 😃
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trevorzegras this is the outfit change??
y/nzegras @/trevorzegras yuh
trevorzegras @/y/nzegras im a little dissapointed ngl
y/nzegras @/trevorzegras idc, go cry about it little baby
_alexturcotte @/y/nzegras i wanna be like you when im older
y/nzegras @/_alexturcotte purr as you should mr cactus 😽
_quinnhughes when'd the outfit change happen exactly...?
y/nzegras @/_quinnhughes i missed the end of cardigan to be ready for the 1989 set
trevorzegras @/y/nzegras isn't cardigan like one of your fav?
y/nzegras @/trevorzegras si, but i was sobbing and i only missed like the last minute of it
lhughes_06 security giving you a weird look when you explained why you had a whole other outfit with you was the best part of the night
colecaufield @/lhughes_06 "it's called an outfit change mister" -y/n zegras, 2023
y/nzegras @/colecaufield he obviously wasn't a swifty, i don't get why they hired him 🙄
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pairing; wonbin x reader
genre; enemies to lovers (?)
warnings; a little bit of cursing, suggestive (a bit)
note; i‘m not 100% satisfied with this but i hope y’all still like it !! also omg i love talk saxy,, riize really went off with it
keeping distance
in which you have art class with wonbin and you two have to put your hatred feelings for each other aside when the teacher puts you in a group together…
“this can‘t be happening,” you say to your best friend shotaro who‘s sitting next to you. for him, this whole situation is hilarious.
“you will never get rid of him,” shotaro giggles and you glare at him before you put up your hand and ask the teacher if you’re allowed to switch your partner. the teacher strictly shakes his head.
“the partners can’t be changed.”
“but we don’t get along,” you look over to him, the person you don’t like.. and he doesn’t like you either. he always makes sure to let you know that he’d rather kiss a cactus than be in your presence.
“maybe you two can take this time to learn how to get along then, right wonbin?” the teacher smiles at wonbin and then looks back to you, carrying a very provocative smile on his face. it angers you.
what angers you even more is that, when the teacher said this, wonbin just scoffed. what is he scoffing for? you think. if you want, you can be a really nice person. wonbin just has never gotten to know this side of you because he also has never shown you his nice side.
“just.. ignore him if he‘s being too annoying,” shotaro whispers to you before you stand up to walk over to wonbin.
he doesn’t even look up to you when you’re standing right in front of him.
you cough to get a reaction, but nothing happens.
wonbin keeps looking at the big canvas in front of him, on which the two of you have to draw something for this project.
“okay well i tried,” you say, turning around. you were ready to walk away but wonbin stops you.
“what are you expecting me to say?”
rolling your eyes, you turn to him again.
“maybe.. hello? since we have to be civil and mature with each other. for now.”
“can you stop being so dramatic and just sit down?”
you notice wonbin staring at you. analyzing him back, you can’t deny the fact that he is truly the most attractive person you know. if it wouldn’t be for his character, you would for sure like him.
maybe even a little too much…
you shake your head to avoid those thoughts and sit down on the empty chair next to him.
“i think we should divide the canvas in two and then each of us has their own side,” you suggest proudly. you like that idea; keeping distance between wonbin and you because not even on a canvas you two would match well together.
“that‘s stupid. we need to work together for this,” wonbin disagrees. his eyes are back on the canvas and it looks like he’s envisioning something.
“we are. just on two different sides but still on the same canvas.”
“and you think you’re being mature?” wonbin turns to you. the two of you lock eyes and you can’t help but to stare at his face.
why does he have such beautiful eyes? and apart from that, his lips are also so perfect…
you stop yourself from thinking about him in that way (again), but being this close to him is making this hard for you.
“well what’s your idea?” you bite your bottom lip and turn away as fast as possible.
wonbin chuckles. he knows that you’re trying so hard to not just stop and make out with him. he clearly wouldn’t say no to that..but he would never let you know because he likes this little disliking each other game that the two of you play.
“we should just go for it, like draw whatever comes to our minds,” he says.
you decide that instead of having a discussion with him about this right now, you should just agree. be more mature than him.
the two of you start drawing on the canvas, unconsciously staying on each of your sides.
it’s been a few minutes and you can’t believe that it’s actually working; wonbin and you are working. together. without fighting. somehow this puts a grin on your face.
“hey, we are actually doing goo- what the hell?!”
you wanted to compliment wonbin for working so well together but he suddenly paints a black star on what you’ve drawn.
“why did you do that??”
“it looked boring. now it looks cool,” he goes back to drawing on his side.
you can’t believe that he just did that. you grab after the red paint, move closer to wonbin and paint all over his drawing.
before you could go even more wild, he grabs after your hand and pulls it back.
“are you serious right now?!”
“you destroyed my painting!”
“i was helping you! it was boring!”
“you know what else is boring?” you grab the paintbrush (with the hand that wonbin isn’t holding), dip it in blue paint and then go all over wonbin‘s white apron.
wonbin lets go of you because of how shocked he is that you did that. he licks his lips before he grabs after his paintbrush.
“no no no no,” you say, a smile sneaking on your face. you stand up from your chair and run straight out of class, knowing that your teacher will probably scold you later on.
thinking that maybe wonbin won’t go after you since you’ve ran out of the classroom, you lean yourself against the wall.
you don’t know why but you start laughing. you should have taken a picture of wonbins face when you painted his apron because his expression was just too hilarious.
okay, you calm down, maybe it’s time to go back.
and just as you walk around the corner to go back to your class, you feel someone grab your waist to turn you around.
“you didn’t think that i’d let you go this easily, did you?” wonbin smirks.
he‘s still holding your waist, keeping you close.. so close that you can hear him breathe.
“you started it,” you could slap yourself for sounding how you do right now, so unsure and shaky.. all because of wonbin.
“you went overboard. so don’t you think it’d be only fair if i also draw on,” his hand moves down to your apron. he lightly pulls at it. “this?”
you gulp, not knowing what to do or to say. you’re trying your hardest to fight off all those thoughts that are going through your mind right now.
“lost your voice, have you?” wonbin‘s smirk just grows bigger and bigger.
“we should go back to class,” you say.
you could totally free yourself from wonbin’s grip but you don’t want to. you are actually enjoying being this close to him.
nevermind the fact that you said there needs to be distance between you and him. hell, if you could you would even close this last bit of distance between the two of you right now.
“that’s not really what you want to do, is it?” wonbin slightly pulls you closer. too close.
it’s getting dangerous. so dangerous that you don’t know if you’re able to hold yourself back. and you hate that he knows.
wonbin moves closer to your face and puts your hair back on the right side. “tell me, *y/n*, what is it that you really want to do?” he whispers into your ear.
“honestly, i just really want to paint all over your face,” you’re happy that your voice is sounding more confident again.
wonbin tries hard to not let you show that this wasn’t what he was expecting you to say.
“but i also want to kiss you,” you whisper, looking down at his lips.
now, wonbin’s mouth forms into a smirk again. this is what he has been waiting to hear. since forever, actually.
you don’t know that wonbin only annoys you because that’s what he does when he likes someone. he was never sure if you actually dislike him or if you feel the same way until today, when the teacher put you two together. that’s when he saw that you wanted him just as much as he wanted you.
“so do it,” wonbin whispers against your lips, which seconds later, collide with his.
wonbin has made you feel so many things throughout the time you’ve known him, but today, right now, while you’re kissing him, whatever you’re feeling because of him is.. different. it’s new.. and exciting. it’s like there’s thousands of fireworks exploding inside of you.
and it’s all because of wonbin.
the person you didn’t really dislike that much, after all.
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PRINCE OF GOTHAM - PART 1
PRINCE OF GOTHAM
CEO!Jason Todd x Reader
Warnings – Language. NSFW Smut.
A/N: Please remember this is a revised version of “The Intern” but swapped out Roman for Jason. Some other characters are changed too, hopefully you’ll enjoy the cameos etc. I’ve tweaked parts of the story here and there so it suits better. I hope you all enjoy xoxo much love. Let me know if you want a tag list / to be on the tag list.
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Roy lounged back in his leather office chair and smirked as Jason sauntered in without knocking. “And what do I owe this displeasure?”.
“Just wanted to see how things were going, you know, it is my company after all”, Jason glanced around the office. Roy liked to keep things minimal, although the addition of the little cactus was new. An almost feminine touch. He made a note to question him about that later. He’d never known Harper to take an interest in plants before.
As the office door closed behind him, arguing erupted outside, barely concealed by the walls. He raised his eyebrow and looked through the window seeing a short, stumpy man in a suit become red and blotchy in the face.
“I don’t know why we still pay that moron”, Roy grunted and waved his hand to the disagreement outside. The stubby man, Eric, was tugging at his tie as a more feminine voice dressed him down confidently.
“I can have HR carry out a performance review if you’d like”.
Jason glanced out between the blinds and saw you storm around one of the desks, straight into his vision, hands flying violently as you spoke. He swallowed as his eyes followed you; a tight fitting grey pencil skirt paired with a wine silk blouse. He raised an eyebrow in interest. Your hair was pinned up in a messy bun, strands falling down to frame your petite face. Lips painted a deep shape of rouge. You laughed venomously before pointing to one of the free standing boards, a colourful diagram adorning it. Eric shook his head and turned away, only infuriating you more. Jason smirked, enjoying the little show.
“She’s been here 5 minutes…down boy”, Roy chuckled and grabbed something from his printer. Scrawling his signature across the bottom.
“You say that like you'd wait even 30 seconds”, Jason scoffed, a little embarrassed and slightly impressed at how well Roy could read him.
Roy looked up from the papers and grinned, “I give at least 3 to 5 working days as a courtesy before I pounce”.
Jason felt his stomach churn at the thought. He spun around quicker than he would have liked and raised an eyebrow, “Oh...so you’ve tried then?”.
“What’s it to you if I have?”, Roy grinned, noticing Jason’s reaction.
“I want to see if she has taste”, Jason quipped and turned his attention back to the escalating discussion outside. Hoping to hide the pink tinting his cheeks. You’d now dragged the whiteboard across to Eric, jabbing at one of the PowerPoint slides before rubbing your temples in frustration.
Roy scoffed to hide the laughter before getting out of his seat strolling across to Jason to hand him the signed papers, “You know, she’s the woman that saved you 500 grand last week”.
Jason frowned upon taking the paperwork from Roy, “I don't remember hearing about it”.
The white haired man shrugged to the shouting, “Take a wild guess why, Todd”.
“He played it as his own victory?”, Jason’s gaze fell back to you. Eric was crossing over your work on the board with an ugly red marker, sneering at you. Jason felt his temper surge at the blatant disregard for your hard work and effort. His brow creased at the unfamiliar emotions swimming in the back of his mind.
Roy slapped him on the shoulder suddenly, a dark grin on his lips, “Oh! So you do have a brain”.
Jason rolled his eyes, rolling his broad shoulders, “Contrary to popular belief, yes I do”.
Roy laughed deeply as he watched you with Jason through the window, your irritation bubbling over as you repeatedly jabbed your pen to the graphs on the board, voice becoming louder with every word, “She’s a real pistol”.
“I can see”, Jason hummed appreciatively as you stalked off towards the coffee room, the skirt pulling tight against you, highlighting the curve of your ass perfectly.
Eric looked flustered as the rest of the staff in the room stared at him following the heated exchange. He shouted something to them, causing them all to bow their heads behind their computer screens. Roy grumbled something under his breath Jason couldn’t make out. Eric turned towards Roy’s office and stiffened when he saw both men watching him. Jason smirked at him, giving a subtle wave before turning to Roy, “You know what, I will send HR down this week to investigate”.
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You checked yourself in the mirror of the elevator again, nerves making your stomach somersault. The dress had been an extravagant splurge but the moment you laid your eyes on it, you knew you had to have it. It was a floor length, backless crimson dress with a daring thigh split. You ran your hands down the front of the fabric, the satin soothing your clammy palms.
Your hair was curled loosely and draped down your bare shoulders, lips a dark red to match your dress. Briefly, you hoped, you hadn’t gone overboard with your outfit. The invitation had said ‘formal wear’. The elevator dinged and before you could think too much, the doors slid open revealing you to the party. You heard someone gasp in the distance and that’s when the entire room turned to your direction.
You were used to people staring at you in the office because of your fiery attitude but this was different. You felt your skin prickle. An odd sensation driving through your nerves. Everyone had paused to stare at you as you stepped into the room. The music faded in the back of your mind, replaced by the hammering of your heart. You straightened yourself and strode into the room with all the false confidence you could muster.
His eyes. Jason. You could feel them burning more than anyone else’s. He’d stopped mid sentence when you entered the room, cigarette left smoking in his hand. He was surrounded by his executive team, including your area manager, Mr Harper. Whilst you felt heat spreading across your cheeks, you felt somewhat pleased you’d stunned your loud mouthed CEO into silence. Roy had slapped Jason on the back, a dark smirk on his face drawing his attention away from you. He glared at Roy before taking a long drag from his cigarette, continuing with his conversation as though nothing had happened. The group of suited men dissolved into barks of laughter.
You needed a large drink. Preferably a strong one too if you wanted to last the night. You headed straight towards the bar, as fast as your towering heels would allow.
———
Jason patted one of the executives on the shoulder, making his excuses before striding across to you as you leaned against the bar, your bare back on full display. He swallowed thickly, you looked majestic under the glittering fairy lights draped around the room.
He settled next to you at the bar, clearing his throat before speaking, the deep timber of his voice rattled your core, “I think...I've seen your face before”.
You rolled your eyes at the terrible opening line before turning to face him. The black suit fitted him perfectly, showcasing his broad shoulders, his blood red tie knotted tightly against the collar of his crisp white shirt.
“Probably during one of your lonely nights over a bottle of chardonnay”, you lazily waved your hand at him.
Jason smirked at your attitude and laughed, “You think I’m chatting you up princess?”.
You pursed your lips together, nodding, “It certainly sounded that way to me and I really don’t know what else you would do after swaggering away from that crowd just to talk to lil’ old me”.
“I simply had to talk to the woman who stunned the room into silence”, his smooth voice sent shivers over your skin, oozing charm. You imagined it worked on every woman he encountered. It almost worked on you.
“Very smooth Mr Todd”, you teased and tried to wave the bartender down with no luck. You sighed and cursed under your breath.
Jason clicked his fingers, drawing the attention of the waiter immediately, “Two large glasses of Malbec please”, he winked at you when the bartender reached to the top shelf of liquor, “I know who you are”, Jason gave you a devilish smile, “You’re the 500 grand woman”.
“Y/N”, you winked and wiggled your finger at him in a joking fashion. The grin on your face widened when the wine was set down in front of you both. The rich, spicy smell drifted up your nose.
You dug your hand into your purse but Jason shook his head, “It’s on me”.
“Oh”, you clicked your tongue playfully, “You’re too kind”, you smirked at him.
Jason wouldn’t admit it, but he knew exactly who you were. He hadn’t been able to get you out of his mind since he laid his eyes on you last month. Your spitfire attitude had spread through the office and you’d made quite a name for yourself. Cutting impressive deals and smart talking anyone who tried to shoot you down. The only thing Jason had lacked was an opportunity to talk to you.
He held up his glass of whiskey and looked down at you, his dark eyes sweeping over your face, “A toast”, he leaned down towards you, his hot breath fanned across your cheek, “To Y/N”, his voice dipped lower, a gravelly rasp, “The most beautiful, enticing woman in the room”.
“You forgot to add smart”, your voice sounded more breathy than you intended, giving Jason an idea of the effect he was having over you.
He winked, “The most beautiful, enticing, smart mouthed woman in the room”.
“To me”.
You clinked your glass with his before bringing it to your lips, taking a long sip. The alcohol burnt your throat in the best way, the deep red of your lipstick staining the rim of the glass. Jason couldn’t help but stare at the smudge, wondering if it would stain as nicely on his skin.
Downing the drink in one, Jason placed the glass on the bar, the bartender rushed over quickly, leaving the bottle of red wine next to Jason before scurrying off. Your tongue darting across your lips, savouring the taste of the luxurious drink.
Jason watched you closely, you felt alive under his burning stare, “I hope you’re enjoying working for The Iceberg Lounge”.
“Of course, Sir”.
He swallowed the growl threatening to escape his lips. The way you said it. The way your lips wrapped around the word Sir, how easily it rolled off your tongue. He took a deep breath. You riled him up with little to no effort.
You glanced around the gala, almost everyone from The Iceberg had turned up. Hundreds of people were braying in the room. Dancing, drinking, laughing and screeching. The music thudded in the background, the bass thrumming through your body. You had to hand it to Jason, he certainly knew how to host a company party. Well a man in charge of a chain of bars should really.
Jason gripped the bottle of wine swiftly, “It's getting rather lively in here princess, fancy a drink and a smoke on the balcony?”.
You nodded, grabbing your clutch from the bar. You sashayed through the crowd easily, Jason following close behind you. Slinking through the throes of people, you smirked to yourself. You were playing with fire but, you had to admit, you liked the heat that came with it.
———
When you stepped out onto the balcony, the cool night breeze whipped around your body, nipping the bare skin on show. You shuddered slightly, looking up at the night sky. You were high enough that you could finally see the stars. They twinkled innocently, making you smile to yourself.
Jason placed the bottle of red on a nearby table, looking across at you. You looked even more stunning under the midnight stars. He coughed deeply, working his way across to the railing you were leaning against, “I’m surprised that you came alone, I find it hard to believe you struggled to get a date”.
You turned to him, your chandelier earrings dangling in the breeze, they captured the starlight and flickered elegantly, “I like coming to these things alone”, you mused, a coy smirk on your painted lips, “I like to see who else has come alone”.
“Oh”, he inched closer, the soft brush of his suit jacket against your bare arm made you flush, “So you’re on the lookout?”.
“Maybe”, your fingers wrapped around the metal bar and you looked over the edge. The bustle of Gotham City never ceased to amaze you, even at this height. And there you were, gazing at it with its unofficial Prince standing next to you.
Jason grinned, letting a cool finger stroke down your upper arm, “I might be able to help with that”.
You smirked, looking up catching his heated stare, “Are you going to introduce me to one of your rich friends?”.
“Trust me princess, they’re not your type”, he scoffed, his eyes tracing down the neckline of your dress, mapping every inch of your tantalising skin. He noticed a faint sparkle of glitter on your skin, along with a subtle scent of vanilla invading his senses.
Moving away from the balcony edge, you stepped into his space, fingers grasping the end of his tie, playing with it gently, “And what is my type?”.
Jason felt an unmatched desire burning in his gut when your hands toyed with his tie. He took a deep breath before cornering you into the balcony railing. His eyes were hooded with lust, “I know exactly what it is”.
The bitter metal pressed into your lower back and you bit back the moan creeping up your throat, desperate to escape. You snaked your hand up his solid chest and straightened out his shirt collar, “Well don't keep me in suspense, Sir”.
It was taking all of his self restraint not to bend you over the balcony and rail you from behind, especially when you kept calling him Sir. His hands gripped the balcony bar behind you, knuckles white from the force. Jason smirked, his voice dropping several octaves, “I can show you instead princess”.
The heat from his body was addictive and you leaned into it without thinking, breath catching in your throat. His aftershave was intoxicating and you felt your mind spinning. Jason pulled back suddenly and offered you his hand.
You slipped your hand into his and bit your plump bottom lip, “People are going to see us leaving together”.
“So?”, Jason shrugged, “Then they know we're going to have some fun, aren't we princess?”.
You shivered, letting his words drip over you. Oh the night was yet to begin and your heart was thrumming with excitement. You secured your fingers through his and started to pull him back inside so you could both leave.
“Of course Sir”.
The second you were back inside, Jason’s free hand wound around your waist, guiding you towards the elevators. He leaned down, hot breath fanning down your sensitive neck, “Yours or mine?”.
You pressed the down button on the lift pad a little more enthusiastically than you would have liked. You felt him smirk behind you, fingers digging into your flesh.
“Mine”, you whispered before slipping into the cart when the doors sprung open.
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The taxi ride back to your apartment was filled with subtle touches and increasing tension. You’d expected Jason to pounce on you the second you slid into the backseat but he didn’t, simply keeping one arm around your shoulder, the other resting on your exposed knee drawing feather light circles.
“Keep the change”, Jason muttered, shoving a wad of cash through the divider before helping you out of the car.
His hand pressed into your lower back, rough fingers scraping against your soft skin. You shuddered, excited to feel his touch exploring the rest of your body. You led him through the marble floored lobby and up a flight of stairs, stopping outside of your door to retrieve your keys from your clutch.
His lips pressed into the junction of your neck, tongue lapping over your skin which flushed rapidly under his touch, “Hurry up princess”. You felt Jason’s hand stroke up the front of your dress, palming your breast greedily before pinching your nipple.
You gasped at the rush of sensations, almost dropping your keys. The overload of his touches made you shudder and your eyes close, head dipping forward.
“Unless you want me to fuck you out here for everyone to see, I suggest you get that door open”, he growled, lips teasing the shell of your ear. His cock was straining against his suit trousers as he brushed it against your ass, groaning quietly.
Steadying your hands and your frayed mind, you slotted the key into your door, opening it as quickly as possible. Before you had any time to think, Jason crushed you against it, slamming it shut, his lips plastered to yours in a frenzied heat.
You moaned, the noise swallowed by his mouth as his tongue glided along yours. He could still taste the wine on your lips, mingling with your own sweet flavour. You dropped your bag and ran your hands up his chest, reaching his tie. Tugging it hard, you loosened it, enough to free him of it and start unbuttoning his shirt.
Jason smirked and sunk his teeth into your bottom lip, enjoying the gasp of pleasure you released. You looked into his darkened gaze, giving him a sweet innocent smile before pushing him back against the hallway wall. His eyebrows lifted in surprise but he allowed you control, stroking the pads of his fingers up and down your spine.
With the last button popped open, your nails dragged down to his belt, unfastening it slowly, licking your lips.
“I bet this is what you thought about didn’t you?”, you teased, unzipping his trousers and pushing them down, slowly, “Me on my knees for you, swallowing your thick cock”.
You palmed him through his boxers, watching his face twist with held back desire. Your lips curved and you dropped to your knees, eye level with his hard shaft.
Jason groaned quietly, fingers tangling in your hair, gripping tighter when your lips ghosted over the outline of his throbbing cock.
“Princess”, he warned huskily, voice laced heavy with lust.
The stings of pain as he pulled your hair shot down to your core, lighting up all of your nerves. You mewled and mouthed his tip, “I thought about it too…Sir”.
His hips rutted towards your face at your words and you grinned. You pulled his boxers down slowly, watching as his cock sprung free, slapping against his rippled abs. Your mouth watered at the sight, aching for him to sink into both your throat and pussy.
You nipped along his thick, muscled thighs, your lipstick smearing as you neared his pulsing length. He tensed with each bite and growled loudly, cock twitching with excitement.
“Princess if you keep-”, the words died in his throat when the wet heat of your mouth encased his cock in one swift motion. His head flung back, eyes scrunched shut at the feeling.
You purred around his shaft, tongue fluttering along the underside, tracing the vein there. Your hands stroked up and down his thighs as you worked your lips around him. Bobbing your head back and forth.
Each time you whined around him, the vibrations buzzed up his spine, sending his mind into a delirious haze of pleasure.
“Fuck!”, he grunted and fisted his hands into your hair, thrusting forward into your hot mouth.
The head of his cock nudged the back of your throat and you gagged around his cock, whimpering with desire. He caught his breath and looked down at you, eyes black with passion.
“Your lips look perfect wrapped around my big cock”, he smirked and thrust harder into your mouth, the wet, sinful sounds echoing in the hallway of your apartment.
Your pussy was soaked and each time you shuffled, the lace of your thong rubbed against your clit. The sensation made your skin flush but it wasn’t enough. You needed him.
Jason sucked his bottom lip between his teeth as he watched you swallow his cock. Your once perfect lipstick was smudged all over your mouth. Some stained his length. He groaned as you pulled back, tracing your tongue over the slit of his tip, hands kneading his inner thighs perfectly.
“Sir-please…”, your voice was raw as you spoke, wide eyes searching his, “I want you”.
He let his thumb run over your bottom lip, enjoying the way your lips wrapped around it without second thought, sucking softly. Jason dipped it down your chin before hooking it underneath, “Come here”.
You stood slowly, adjusting the strap of your dress which had fallen down your arm. Jason bracketed your hips and lifted you easily, letting your toned legs wrap around his waist. His lips moulded to yours, kissing you deeply. He could faintly taste himself on your tongue, the bitter arousal sparking through his body.
———
He carried you with ease through your apartment, occasionally banging into things along the way.
“Second d-door”, you moaned loudly when he bit your shoulder, “on the-the right”.
When you finally made it into your bedroom, after several stops along the way with Jason shoving you into the nearest wall, he dropped you down onto the bed.
You inched up the bedding slowly, watching him with hooded eyes as he stripped off the rest of his clothes. You made no show of hiding how much you admired his finely sculpted body. You licked your lips as his muscles flexed when he knelt onto the bed, grabbing one of your ankles.
“You’re wearing too many clothes”, he complained as his fingers travelled up your bare leg before finally reaching the hem of the dress.
“What are you going to do-”, the tear of fabric was loud in the room, Jason’s face was knitted with desire.
“Jason!!”, you scolded loudly as he continued to rip the flimsy material off your body, leaving you bare beneath him in a skimpy lace thong. You watched as he threw the offending material to the floor, his predatory gaze turning back to you.
“Get on your knees”, he commanded, ignoring your protests about your once beautiful dress, “Now”.
You wanted to argue, but the twisting coil in the pit of your stomach made you comply readily. You saw his pleased smirk before you rested your head against your forearms, pressing your ass and core to him.
He whistled appreciatively, slapping his hand over one of your cheeks. You moaned wantonly, muffling your cries into the flesh of your arm.
“Don’t you dare”, he growled and spanked you harder, your skin becoming hot and prickly, “I want to hear every sound you make”.
The thong you had on framed your ass perfectly, barely covering your glistening pussy. He smoothed two fingers through your silken core, sinking them into you slowly. Jason grunted when your walls tried to pull him further.
He removed his hand and spread your wetness along the back of your thigh, pushing your thong to the side. You whined in protest at the loss of sensation and pushed back. Jason gripped your hips tightly, halting your movement, “Tell me what you want princess”.
Heat crept over your flushed skin as he teased you, the tip of his cock sweeping through your sopping folds. You ignored his question and circled your hips, mewling his name.
He grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked your head back forcefully, teeth grazing the sensitive spot on your neck, “I said, tell me what you want”.
“Your cock”, your moans were depraved as you felt the overload of euphoria thrumming through your veins, “I want you to fuck me”.
Jason kissed the spot behind your ear, sucking a mark there before muttering, “Where are your manners princess?”.
You dug your nails into the sheets below in frustration before panting desperately, “Please Sir, please fuck me”.
He chuckled darkly behind you, tugging your hair again, before sinking his cock into your pussy fully. You cried out at the delicious sting as he stretched your walls with his thick girth.
Jason gave you no time to adjust before slamming his hips back into yours harshly, keeping your hair wound around his fist as he thrust into you.
The air was filled with the sounds of your debauched moans and his skin slapping into yours. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as your first orgasm hit you without any warning.
Jason cursed behind you as your velvet walls spasmed around his cock, pulling him deeper. His thrusts became shallow as he drove harder into you, working you through your climax.
Changing the angle of his thrusts, the head of his shaft slammed against your g spot repeatedly as he ploughed faster into your pussy. You sobbed his name into the bed sheets, gripping them tightly. You were certain your nails were going to rip through the fabric.
“That’s it princess”, he coaxed, tugging your hair back, “I know you’ve got another one for me”. He snaked his hand around your front, rubbing over your clit furiously.
“Jason!”, you cried his name loudly, vision going blank as he fucked you into another powerful climax. You felt his cock throbbing inside you as he fell into his own release, emptying himself in your tight core.
“Fuck!”, he rasped, releasing your hair and holding onto your hips as his thrusts slowed down to a complete still.
Pulling out of you, he groaned under his breath as he saw some of his seed drip down your folds. You collapsed down onto the bed, flat on your front, fighting to catch your breath. Jason dropped down next to you, relaxing on his back, his own chest heaving with deep pants.
You hadn’t been fucked like that in a long time. If ever. With the last of your energy, you rolled onto your side, a sly grin on your face, “Got time for another?”. Your fingers stroked down the grooves of his abs, following the dark trail of hair.
Jason grabbed your hand and brought it to his lips, nipping at the pulse on your wrist, “Definitely”.
He pulled you on top of him, his hands moving up to cup your breasts as your lips danced together again, drinking in each other. You knew he would only be here for the night but, you’d be damned if you weren’t going to make the most of it.
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Why I Adore Charuko - A Ramble/Essay from the Charuko CEO
In this...ramble...essay, I want to break down one of my biggest OTPs I've ever had in a fandom. And that pairing? Teruko Tawaki x Charles Cuevas from Danganronpa: Despair. Commonly known as either Charuko or Lucky Chemistry. It's time I talk about why I love them & what makes them click for me!
Before I get into this, I want to remind everyone that the purpose of this is not to try and convince people to like the ship or to belittle another ship. It's purely me wanting to connect with fellow Charuko fans & have fun as I just gush about this pairing. That being said, I would appreciate if you guys please be respectful & not send hate towards this post, myself, or any other people who like Charuko. This post isn't an excuse for you to be hateful.
With that being said, let's get onto why I personally love Charuko / Lucky Chemistry!
Dynamic & Current Relationship
The dynamic between Teruko & Charles is one that I find the most fun, regardless if it's in a platonic or romantic view. I'll be skimming over the prologue since it doesn't say a whole lot about their dynamic in the beginning, and I'll dive into Ch1. In Ch1 Episode 1, Teruko is assigned to explore with Charles as a means of safety, and right off the bat, there's a few scenes that give us as viewers an idea of their dynamic. And that dynamic is blunt x snark. They make constant jabs at eachother, but also sort of think alike in some areas. Neither of them wants to be with the other, but they both know that they have no choice but to tag along eachother. Shown in the screen shots below is just a few examples of their dynamic from the episode.
Ch1 Episode 1 really sets down the dynamic. Two individuals who are completely honest to eachother & have no problem taking jabs, but can easily come to agreements when it comes down to it. This is essentially their dynamic for most of Ch1, but there's a few more things to add that I hadn't mentioned yet.
• Teruko finds Charles fun to tease due to his flustered reactions. She refers to him as "cactus lover" and even makes a few witty marks at him that cause him to get embarrassed.
• Charles, while thinking Teruko is quite dumb, does acknowledge that she does have few bits of smartness in her, just not in the way that he does.
Moving on, their dynamic changes quite a bit in Ch2, which makes sense considering that in this point of time, Teruko closes herself off from everyone in order to not trust anyone again. Ch2 Episode ends off like this. Charles asks Teruko if she's heading to the second floor, following that if she needs a partner to explore with, then he'd do it, which she soon rejects.
This is later explored when Whit tells Teruko that Charles wants to talk to her in the infirmary. Teruko, while hesitant at first, does decide to go & see what he wants out of pure curiousity. When she arrives, she immediately gives herself a bad papercut from a book. Once Charles shows up, Teruko quickly hides her hand because of his fear of blood. While talking, Teruko drops a bit of her life story to Charles, telling him about how difficult her life has been up until this point, and Charles stands there and listens quite intently.
Moving on, Charles explains that he wanted give the secret he recieved from the secrets motive to her. He explains that this is because he acknowledges that Teruko is the type to reveal the truth when necessary. He knows she'd say something when it's called for. Teruko grabs the secret from Charles, and before she leaves, we get this:
CHARLES. WITH A BLUSH ON HIS FACE. STATES THAT HE LIKES TALKING TO TERUKO & TELLS HER NOT TO TAKE IT THE WRONG WAY.
While he explains that it's because she doesn't pity him like everyone else, there is still some genuine feelings about what he said.
He straights points on their dynamic, with A GODDAMN SMILE ON HIS FACE. Charles may not be the type to be all mushy with his emotions, but the fact that he smiles while thinking of his dynamic with Teruko is very sweet. After this whole ordeal, Teruko leaves with Charles going after her due to him trying to call her out on how her behavior right now is only going to hurt her like it hurt him, with it leading to beautiful gem of MonoTV pouncing on Charles.
As the chapter progresses, there isn't too much to say about Charles & Teruko's relationship until the trial. In Ch2 Episode 11, during Teruko's fight with David, she finds herself knocked in a corner. Charles notices this, and immediately slashes down David's words.
While we don't know what was discovered due to the hiatus & the rest of Ch2 being worked on, it can be said that Charles noticed something Teruko didn't, and thinks they'll be in for a big mess.
So, what is their current relationship? Overall, it's a mixture of two snarks who are always being snide to eachother, but also individuals who are foils, thinking similarly in more ways than one.
Aesthetics & Cuteness
On top of me jusy adoring their dynamic, I'm also in love with the aesthetic & overall cuteness this ship brings.
The color palettes.
I'M A SUCKER FOR PURPLE & GREEN COLOR PALETTES, SO THESE TWO HAVING THOSE PALETTES IS SO LOVELY TO ME! Their palettes together can make for some beautiful art, especially if it's themed around nature. On top of that, you could put them in eachother's signature color, and it'd look really pretty! It's so aesthetically pleasing, and it gets me all giddy!
Also, they really are just so cute together! I adore ships where the pairing feels like an old married couple, and they def feel like it! Just a pairing who make fun of eachother & are just kinda silly!
THEY ARE ALSO SOSOSOSO AESTHETIC OUTSIDE OF THEIR COLORS! Like, I could put them in settings like a cottage or a forest, and they'd look so pleasing together! It'd just be so beautiful, EEEEE!
Headcanons + Conclusion
To end off this lil' ramble / essay, I'mma just drop a buncha Charuko hcs! I hope you had fun reading this! NOW ENJOY THE HEADCANONS, WEEE!
• They usually go on picnic dates, indoor dates, or baking dates!
• Charles loves to style Teruko's hair in different ways. He thinks almost any style would look pretty on her.
• Teruko tries to get into things Charles likes, such as gardening or reading. She'd just want to try and connect with him more!
• On their shopping dates, Teruko always asks Charles for his opinion on any outfit she chooses to buy / wear. He gives his honest opinions, but also reminds her that he thinks anything could look good on her.
• They're very much touch-starved, so they cuddle a lot when nobody's looking.
• GIRLFAILBOSS X MALEWIFE VIBES!
• Cottagecore softies on a nice day...Let Teruko be more girly & Charles embrace a softer side.../pos
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Plants, plants and more plants!
Wonwoo x reader fluff
Y/N's obsession, in her own words: love, for plants, has gotten so bad that her shared apartment with Wonwoo has a room dedicated, full, of plants. Even though Wonwoo has finally put his foot down and demanded that she stop buying more plants due to space limitations. Even though Y/N promised she still couldn’t stop herself from going to the gardening section of the store each time they went shopping. And Wonwoo couldn’t resist her cute please and puppy dog face with a promise not to buy any more plants. This is why the duo is now in the gardening section of their local grocery store looking at the plants they have on sale. Y/N had walked off towards the Monsteras as Wonwoo migrated towards the gardening tools.
“Ah babe look at this! Babe? Babe?” Wonwoo searched the tiny garden section for his even, in his opinion, tinier girlfriend. “What are you doing?” He questioned startling her. She quickly stood up shoving the leaves she had in her hand into her purse. “N-Nothing” She quickly skipped over to him and grabbed his arm lacing her fingers with his. He eyed the leaves in her purse before making eye contact with her “Babe?” “Uh, I heard that plants in stores grow better when their space isn’t so dirty, I’m just trying to give them the best chance at survival” She smiled “Come on let’s finish shopping so we can get boba” she quickly changed the subject as she pulled into the store, making sure to zip up her purse.
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At home after the groceries were put away Y/N faked a yawn “You know I’m gonna go take a nap, we did a lot of shopping today” she said stretching. Wonwoo stifled a laugh at her bad acting “Sure babe, I’m probably just gonna play on my switch for a bit” he stated picking up said device and his headphones. Y/N smiled as they hugged, exchanged kisses and she went up stairs to their bedroom.
After 30 minutes, she counted, she finally tiptoed into the adjacent room; her plant room, with a cup full of water in hand. “Time to propagate” she mumbled as she sat down at her desk. She took out the leaves she collected from the store looking through her collection to see which ones are best for her project. “Whatcha doing” Wonwoo asked, walking up behind her chair leaning over her, after observing her for a couple of minutes making her jump, he smiled chuckling at her reaction. She thought for a minute debating on if she should tell the truth but decided it couldn’t hurt “I learned about propagation, certain plants you can take their leaves put them in the correct conditions and then boom you have a full plant!” she beamed giggling a bit as she picked the perfect stem and leaf and plopped it into her water cup. “So you're like stealing” he finally asked after some thought, Before Y/N had a chance to argue he continued “You're getting a free plant, plus didn’t we already agree that you have way too many plants” he gestured to the multiple other plants that filled the room. Y/N took a glance around her space, while she did agree that she had too many she just couldn’t stop.
“I know but I really wanted to try this!”
“Y/N we talked about this”
“I know…Maybe I could sell some of them?”
“You aren’t going to sell any of these”
Y/N pouted, something she always did when she was on the verge of losing an argument. They sat in silence for a moment before Wonwoo sighed
“The next time you forget about a plant and it’s on the verge of death we are just throwing it away deal,” he said walking out of the room.
“Deal!” Y/N said smiling as she cleaned up her area. She took some time debating on where she was going to place her propagation. She then turned her attention to her other plants and started to take care of them. She held in a giggle as she found a cactus that she forgot about, She checked her surroundings happy that Wonwoo wasn’t around to see. She sat back down planning to repot the plant.
“Y/N I made dinner” Wonwoo shouted up at her “It’s a sandwich” he added.
“Coming!” Y/N shouted back as she quickly got to work on her newest project.
BONUS:
Y/N stared at the sign in disbelief while Wonwoo laughed 'I told you! It is considered stealing!' He beamed proudly as he steered Y/N into the store before she had the chance to debate.
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Thank you so much for reading this far! This is my first fanfic in a very long time (6 years). I would love for you all to give feedback as liking and reblogging! I hope to continue to make more fanfics in the near future!
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TWST Student OC Profile - Pankraz Grimshaw,Nemesis,Vogos
"Another Day,Another Slay - Kayn"
Pankraz Theme Song
This profile has 3 bios
Personal Info
Name - Pankraz Grimshaw
Rapper Name - 5RiNgz
Alias - Nemesis
Age - 19
Birthday - 10/30 or 10/31(He prefers)
Zodiac - Scorpio
Gender - Male
Species - Human(Magically Altered)
Height - 193cm/6ft'4in
Eye Color - Moss Green(Left Eye is Red Sclera with White Iris)
Hair Color - Hot Pink & Electric Purple Dyed,Gunmetal Black Undyed
Orientation - Pansexual
Homeland - Malaiscester
Family - None(?)
Twist of Kayn(Heartsteel) From League of Legends
College Info
School - Night Ravens College
Dorm - Scarabia
Year - 3rd
Best Subject - Enigmics
Club - Spelldrive Club
Other Info
Occupation - Underground Rapper,Instrumentalist,Trained Assassin(Nemesis Only),Streetwear Model
Favorite Food - Double Meat Cheeseburger & Chocolate Malt
Likes - Doing What He Wants,Chokers/Collars,Graffiti Art,Crop Tops,Being the Best,Biting,Hang out with Friends,Testing Others Limits/Patience,Tempting/Teasing Flirtation,Wild Behavior,Dancing,Drawing,Spray Paint,Fast Cars,Motorcycles
Dislikes - Anything He Finds Uncool,Kurai Yelling at Him,What He is Deep Inside,Adan & Sabir's Excessive Gym Talk,His Shirt Vanishing
Unique Magic - Lyrical Change - Under extreme moods depending can change form to either other two beings existing within him. Both have different minds but one is similar to how Pankraz usually acts but amped up alot,other is mysterious. Gains control back through sheer will or from one of the others getting too tired.
Personality - His is intense but to be expected moment lay eyes on him. Super confident in everything he does and loves showing it off. Likes getting things done and being rewarded for his efforts no matter how he did them. Guilts himself too hard when he makes a mistake never blaming anyone but himself. Due to some catching him talk to himself a lot can be seen as something not quite right about him.
Bio - Young feral man whose bark and bite have the same energy. Past is unknown but showed up one day in the underground rap scene and befriended Adan. Definitely feels like a wild dog at times that needs someone to yank on his leash which he surprisingly has on as a fashion item. Has a habit of telling people he is not like other guys and is a little insane..hoping they can handle him by saying that.
Other Things
His shirt occasionally goes missing this is usually cause Vogos subconsciously makes him take it off sometimes without Pankraz realizing he did so.
SoulBeam Bio coming soon in own post about entire group.
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Name - Vogos
Rapper Name - 5RiNgz
Physical Age - 20s
Gender - Male
Species - Nefarkin
Height - 257cm/8ft'4in(Will shrink down to Pankraz's height sometimes)
Eye Color - Blood Red Sclera with White Irises
Hair Color - Deep Electric Purple
Orientation - Omnisexual
Homeland - ?
Family - Dolkan - Brother
Twist of Rhaast(Heartsteel) From League of Legends
School - Night Ravens College(?)
Dorm - Scarabia(?)
Occupation - Underground Rapper(Surprisingly)
Favorite Food - Fried Potatoes,You(Lovingly)
Likes - Kurai's Cooking,Neville's fluttering wing noises,Going Outside,Zoomies,The Way Mortals can Smell like Food,Music with a Dance Beat,Pankraz,Watching/Helping Aruna do Graffiti Art,Licking Things,Masks,Adan & Sabir's Gym Talk
Dislikes - Not Being Allowed to Lick what he Wants to Lick,Pets(Mainly Cats),Tooth Aches,He Can't Type on tiny Smartphone,Cactus(cause he tried to lick one)
Unique Magic - Is demon so all the demon magic
Personality - Big dog-like mind,often being yelled at by Kurai to not lick something or someone as usually his first reaction to something. Likes to growl when things are not to his liking and sits on the floor like a spoiled dog. Does have some lewd tendencies but only to certain people. If he is out and Kurai is making food,Neville flies pass him,or there's some jams on he zooming around excitedly or dancing. He is very silly despite his look under the mask which the SoulBeam group is very used to having around the house.
Bio - Big demonic being that resides as one of Pankraz's forms. Very wild and that is the reason Pankraz is. Has quite the way with words which accidentally Pankraz discovered sounded like rap bars so started to use them to further his career. Quite enjoys the bliss of being able to talk so down about others or the suffering he has,he even shows up on stage wearing a crazy mask that people coin as Pankraz when he gets a bit insane. Needs Pankraz to continue existing so that one day can see his brother ruin the land as revenge. Unsure if it is just an act or really how he is but he is just a big silly dog like goober around others…it's cute.
Lil Nefarkin Lore(I will make bigger post later) according to Vogos
“We are…we were just like you. Mortal..seeking a greater purpose and achieved it. Glorified and celebrated…but also feared. Fear of what we may become without being given a chance to show we could change. Cursed and damned to life as a creature to be tamed..to serve…however..my brother did not want to be tamed.”
“I was less fortunate for his ambitions,his vision..to save us,I let myself become their pet,their toy… shelved on a rack in a jar for as long as time made sense to me..til that day I was finally released from my cage…but placed in a new one..a mortal a boy no more than 14 yrs of age I heard them say…his body was weak but his mind was strong…I couldn't grasp it fully so I instead formed around it attaching myself to this boy. Now I live inside of him slowly feeding on that mind making him go a little insane…it's delicious and satisfies my revenge but..after time I have learned to like this mortal somehow so I…won't hurt him too much…anymore.”
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Name - Nemesis(Told to Call Him This)
Age - ??
Birthday - ?
Gender - Male
Species - Human(Magically Altered)
Height - 213cm/7ft
Eye Color - Moss Green
Hair Color - Lime Green with Yellow Dyed Tips
Orientation - Pansexual(?)
Homeland - Malaiscester
Twist of Shadow Assassin Kayn(Heartsteel) From League of Legends
School - Night Ravens College(?)
Dorm - Scarabia(?)
Occupation - Trained Assassin,Professional Thief
Favorite Food - Grilled Cheese & Chocolate Bar
Likes - His Work,Being Given Tasks,Kabedoning People for Information or to Fluster,Observing Others,Parties,Dancing,Teasing,Being Shirtless,Parkour,Nighttime,Telling Stories,Blades of all Kinds
Dislikes - Not Having Full Freedom to Exist,Anyone who Whines,Weak Heroes/Heroines,Not Giving Him what he Wants when He Asks,Stubborn People,Ones who don't fall for his charms
Personality - Little is known about it given how randomly he shows up. At parties he is very outgoing and always dancing up a storm or having a circle of people gathered around him as he tells an amazing story that people can't tell if fiction or not. Has a reputation for making others sweat or swoon as he hovers over them never wearing a shirt or anything on his torso. Some have said that from his intense stare they feel something very dark about him.
Bio - One of Pankraz's forms from his unique magic(?). Randomly appears at NRC or outside it you can never tell when he will show up. Been seen in the Scarabia uniforms only so all assume he is a student from that dorm. Constantly is told to put on a shirt which he never does. Known to like getting up close and personal with others when he needs something. The way he talks can sometimes be an eargasm. Seems to be searching for something or someone but never says anything about it.
#twisted wonderland#twst oc#twisted wonderland oc#scarabia#pankraz#nemesis#vogos#kayn#shadow assassin kayn#rhaast#heartsteel kayn#lol kayn#league of legends
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we analyze hangman’s 3-minute segments here, sir
Renee is wearing florals. It reminds me of Hangman’s cactus flowers gear. She is usually in black. Hangman is wearing his most Mox-esque jacket.
Hangman says that when Mox knocked him out in their match on October 18th, Mox took his “word” from him. And by beating him this time, he got his word back. I like this callback because it reminds us that he considers his words carefully and he doesn’t want to lie. He doesn’t want to make promises he can’t keep. This is why, later in this segment, he keeps his words vague so as to not clue us in entirely, should he not come through.
Renee mentions that he and Mox are both “Elite” level performers. Then she tells him that Mox told her that he feels like Hangman “makes him better,” that he both “despises and cherishes him.” Hangman’s body language at the word “elite” and then at the level of honesty expressed to him has him uneasy. Perhaps he is reminded of someone else he both cherishes and despises, someone who can, at times, make him better or worse.
Renee asks Hangman how he feels about his & Jon’s dynamic together. Pour one out for the hangmox girlies (me). Hangman responds to the quote from above (“despises/cherishes him”) by saying, “That’s what he said?” as if he cannot believe it, truly. Clearly this has made him feel a certain way. He continues by mentioning how when Hangman came back, Mox decided to make a joke. And Hangy beat his ass for it. He also says that whenever he had something to say to Mox, he would say it to Mox’s face. He repeated this twice. This means if Mox wants to relay some honesty, he should say it to Hangman’s face himself. Not to quote Some Guy but “the apology (and the compliment) has to be as loud as the disrespect.” <- mentally ill.
Renee ends her questioning with, “where do you go from here?” Hangman gets visibly awkward, saying that she mentioned something that had him thinking about where he wanted to go. The last time he was visibly awkward in the segment was when Renee said “Elite.” He talks about having tough conversations, about mending fences that have needed fixing for a long time. But he does not specify. He does not want to put himself in a position where he is making promises, he knows he could pussy out of it at the last second. He knows himself. This goes back to his “word.”
When Renee is satisfied, she checks on him. Asks if that was easy enough. (I like this, it’s as if we weren’t meant to see. The tone shift from both of them is clear. Their guards come down.) Even though this is the man who knocked out her husband, she knows he isn’t one that is comfortable opening up, but they’ve always had a good rapport. You can see that she cares for him in a way. You don’t see this often in backstage segments from the resident journalists. He replies in kind.
Now that their guards are down, Hangman asks what he’s been wanting to ask. How is Jon, really? Renee replies truthfully. Mox has been hurt in some way or another for the past ten years she’s known him, but he’ll dust himself off eventually.
Here we see Hangman get visibly awkward for the third time in three minutes. He asks her to relay a message, takes a deep breath before saying it, and then he changes his mind. “Nevermind. Never mind, it’s stupid.” I’m going to tie this to the “saying it to his face.” If he has something important to relay to Mox, he will wait to see him in the ring again before he says it. He’s not going to ask Renee to do it for him. He also calls it stupid, which is code for “this is some vulnerable and honest shit I want to say and I am going to regret bringing it up if the reaction to it is a negative one, so I prefer to keep it to myself.”
He apologises quickly, blurts out a thank you, appreciate it, and hurries off. He’s a good boy, even if sometimes he lets his frustrations get to him.
#CHECK REBLOGS BC I ADDED STUFF!#hangman adam page#renee paquette#jon moxley#aew#the elite#kenny omega#young bucks#analysis ftw
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wait wait wait savanaclaw reaction to getting their tail yoinked, thots?
I’ll respond to this from knowledge I have gained from the real world and the sexy sexy speaking voice on Animal Planet. So, many animals (mammals in particular) will allow their offspring to play rough since that’s just how animals are lol. Usually there are cases of younger animals will play with the tails of adults and the adults will allow it. Mostly because in the human equivalent, it’s like a child running around you and pulling on your clothes. Of course, if the kid is too rough then put a stop to it haha.
Now, let’s begin:
Tough Love
Leona Kingscholar
By now, the second borne prince is used to your little pranks and playful antics. When you catch him napping in the schools garden: You decide to mess with him a little. You’ve never faced consequences before. Why would you face them now? You creep over, unaware that your light steps were actually heard by him and you began messing with… His tail!!
Great, you’re just like Cheka
He doesn’t hate it but he’s not the biggest fan of you pull on him too hard
He moves it in your hands, allowing you to play with the thick tuft of fur at the end
He does have nerves and such in his tail, so no funny business!!!!
He does finally scold you if you start pulling because that doesn’t feel very good. Ya little shit
“You ain’t some little kid. Stop messing with my tail already.”
The fur is soft under your fingertips, and the tuft at the end was course, as if it replicated a real lions mane
You told Leona he would make a very handsome rug someday. He didn’t think you were very funny. Even if you did get a snort out of him
Ruggie Bucchi
Ruggie has a small tail that’s usually hidden under his large clothes (mostly hand me downs from Leona) but you’ve been waiting for the chance to see it. Almost like hidden treasure. So, when he changes into his P.E uniform, you challenge him to a game of tag.
He is honored by how subtle you are but he won’t be playing fair in this obvious game of tag
He’s using all sorts of tricks to run away from you. A hand near his tail at all times to avoid having it pulled on
Ruggie is fast and lean, so ducking and dodging is his forte and if necessary he will use his Unique Magic
Once you’re exhausted, he’ll sit down beside you with a signature snicker
“Shishishi~ Not too bad! I know what your end goal is. And for playin’ along with me… Give it a stroke~”
You would slap him for the nasty innuendo, but, you already are feeling up the soft fur with the darkened end… Admiring how shiny the fur was
Then, you yanked as hard as he can until he cries uncle from next to you. You quickly jumped on top of him and pulled until he was clawing at you
That was for making you chase him. But you also gained an agitated hyena who was hungry for vengeance…
Jack Howl
Jack was showing you his assorted cacti he was caring for in the little Savanaclaw dorm he made into a temporary home. His tail was wagging so much with joy, you wanted to touch it. To pull on it. So you did.
ConfusedDogNoise.mp3
He doesn’t really feel you grabbing it since there’s a lot of fur there to hold onto
It feels just like a dogs fur, familiar under your fingertips as you start to pet him
“Oi, what are you doing? Don’t be weird.”
He’s trying to show you his cactus!!!!!! Focus!!!!!
You suddenly give the tail a yank and he almost drops the plant in his hands.
Jack growls at you and smacks your hands away, he’s holding his tail protectively in his hands and flattening his ears.
Please don’t touch…
#ask the devil#devilish headcanons#leona kingscholar hcs#leona kingscholar#ruggie bucchi hcs#ruggie bucchi#jack howl hcs#jack howl#leona kingscholar propaganda#ruggie bucchi propaganda#jack howl propaganda#twsited wonderland#disney twst#twst wonderland#twst
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Guess who’s back!
I missed a good amount it seems. A new chapter came out and everything.
First things first,
Wow! I got a kick out of seeing Sokka on cactus juice. The scene where he demands that Aang turns Azula back so he can kiss her and Azula’s reaction to that made me burst out into laughter. Zuko doesn’t seem to be doing so well though. I do like that he’s not fully ready to change sides yet. He doesn’t want to hurt Azula but at the same time he wants his father’s love. I have a feeling things are going to get worse before they get better for the siblings. I just hope Zuko doesn’t do anything too stupid.
Second, headcanons
1. Azula has nightmares about everyone leaving her behind because she’s useless in this body.
2. After she turns back, Azula buys Mai a “world’s best mom” gag gift. Mai keeps it and uses it whenever Azula is around.
3. Whenever Sokka has bad news to tell Mai, he waits until Azula is asleep in his arms so that Mai can’t yell at him because he knows she wouldn’t want to wake up Azula.
My favorite anon is back! I missed you. And I'm glad that you enjoyed the latest chapter! Yeah, Zuko is going to be having a rough time going forward😅.
Poor Azula😭. But yeah, she definitely would have nightmares about this. Girl has abandonment issues, after all.
Ok, this just cracked me up🤣. The mental image, lol.
Makes me wonder what kind of bad news he has to tell Mai that would cause her to yell at him🤔.
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my reaction to season 3 episode 1 !
obvious spoilers ahead but itll all be written under the cut 💛
opening:
- allocer's new hairstyle is amazing, didnt expect it to be a different color. did it change because of stress (poor him graying at such a young age</3 /j) or he got messed around with during his time with his tutor and had his hair dyed
- that one scene during the opening where gaap is protecting the house?? amazing, awesome. please show more determined gaap
- also during the opening, i cant find the right timing but like around 1:56 of the episode you can see purson behind goemon
- i didnt expect nafra's cloak to be purple! i always imagined it to be red
- clara's costume too i expected it to be green
- im getting hit with a lot of differences from expectations to the reality
- this one scene of nafra. theyre so cute. now my twt pfp
- i didnt expect general furfur to have a tail! huh, mustve missed it
- during that one scene of the opening when lied, iruma, and nafra were fleeing. lied looked a lot like sokka doing the arm wavy thing on the cactus juice episode. different moves same arms
- HELLO AZZ AZZ WICKED PHASE PREVIEW
episode itself:
- "all the members of the misfit class are finally here!" that hurt me in a pursonal sense, dunno how to explain it but it did
- i keep forgetting the royal one doesnt connect to the rest of babylus and the entrance and exit are to the actual outside
- THERE'S A SMALL SNIPPET OF PURSON THERE its now a a key feature to scope out for purson scenes
- general furfurs waist is as small anymore😭
- "lovelyn-sensei" thats so cute clara😭😭😭
- "emperor doom and gloom" to refer to kalego😭💀
- ROBINS SO WHOLESOME I LOVE HIM SM
- why is bachiko walking like that, its funky. do it again
- poor jazz and allocer
- also general furfur's voice is amazing
- raim-sensei's nailbed is shaped like a heart!
#so far thats it#its all trivial details#but like#thats part of my whole thing#and also its shorter than i first expected but oh well#csoi posts#mairimashita iruma kun#mairimashita! iruma kun#mairuma#welcome to demon school iruma kun#welcome to demon school#m!ik#gaap goemon#shax lied#purson soi#nafra#allocer schneider#general furfur#raim#bars robin#barbatos bachiko#valac clara
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I swear. This AU just keeps getting better and better. Keep up the good work. Now I think it’s time to add a question here myself, well three. First of all, how do the other NRC students(or pretty much the rest of the Twst cast like Cater somehow getting pics of these alien heroes, heck maybe even the four’s counterparts that didn’t get the watch) feel about these mysterious aliens/creatures(really the four Omnitrix users really saving the day or close) saving the day or at least somehow seen around campus I guess? What about when these four aka Riddle, Kalim, Epel, and Idia eventually meet Azmuth(the little genius that made their watches) and what they think of him(plus what he’ll think of them). Also I wonder how these four feel if there all somehow met each other in some kind of grand Omniverse event(I like to imagine their Omni verse is separated from the main omniverse, unless you want throw all the Ben 10s into this 😶💧) or maybe something more causal like some kind of fancy Omniverse meet up maybe?
<3
Woop! 3 questions under the cut coming right up! :D
Well in all 4 cases, at first the students were absolutely confused, bc while they had their share of wierd magic creatures, these ones were different. It took them like a few weeks to figure out that 'oh, it's just one person turning into all these different aliens' before it settles in the actual sentence meaning. :'3
now for individuals... well:
Riddle
Riddle was very happy at first when people didn't figure out it was only 1 person and had all these oudlandish theories about a superhero team. But of course, entering Cater, your local Magicam enthusiast and crazy conspiracy theorist. Cater is the one who brings on the table the posibility that it could be a shapeshifter, way before Riddle himself was aware that he could actually shift in between alien species. Trey was more on 'helping out' Cater with this investigation(he actually just makes sure Cater doesn't go headfirst into danger).
Despite all the efforts, Adeuce find out first, by simply walking on Riddle when his timer runs out. That's it... That's literally it and Riddle hates it with a burning passion. They become more or so a thorn in the side of EVERYONE who tries to look into it. Like these guys don't even try, the chaos they stirr up is enough to forfeit any possible evidence. Later on Jack finds out bc he is actually the sane one and looks into Adeuce's wierd shenaningans.(actually these 2 wrecked his cactus by accident and he wanted to prevent a repeat) :'3
As for the meeting with Azmuth, the very first thing Riddle does is to beg to get the damn watch off, like please he's tired of this bullshit. :'3
But the catch is that Azmuth's aim all along was to hide the omnitrix all along. And Riddle was doing the job for him. Even though he's still a child, Riddle was doing exactly what was intended to do, with the few exceptions where he used it to actually save people. Even better, Azmuth never encountered magic properly, as such the reactions of the omnitrix to the magic, mainly blocking any gender or mentally changes along with the half transformations. So Riddle would be the perfect lil experiment dummy to see all reactions. He was still obedient, rarely breaking out of the rules set in front of him, so Azmuth knew that he would listen if he wanted the omnitrix off him in the end.
This marks an important point for Riddle, who realises that all along, his goal wasn't to just get rid of the omnitrix, but actually to use it to save people. He could've just pushed his limits with magic, but he found ways to use the omnitrix to just help the ones in need. And now with Azmuth just saying that it was not meant for that, Riddle found it unjust.
So he gives a promise to Azmuth that he would prove why the other aliens saw the omnitrix as a weapon, why this so called weapon could be used for peace too, not just as some research material.
Adeuce with Jack also are there, but they are mostly there to support Riddle once he has that epiphany, but also to kick some evil guys asses.
This is also some good chunk of time after book 6, so Riddle would have white hair streaks, which are a constant reminder that he still needs to know when he shouldn't push his limits. And this is also why Azmuth is skeptical of the promise.
Kalim
Now Kalim usually has Jamil covering up his traces, mostly by spreading rumors that make the theories about the aliens to go further and further from the truth.
But with book 4, the octatrio find out. And with Kalim demanding to have a say in everything regarding him and his integrity as a person, Jamil has to step out from reducing the 3 to silence. Thankfully these 3 mfs still need to wrap their heads around the whole situation and believe it or not, they keep the secret. Of course, for possible blackmail opportunities.
When meeting Azmuth, Kalim clearly was tired of people just telling him what to do as if he's going to just do what they want. So he's very opposed to handing the omnitrix and bring up how he just tries to do good. And maybe if Azmuth thought outside of the box, it could be possible to see that the omnitrix is meant to be used to bring peace by saving people, by using it as a way to show that for peace to exist, everyone has to work together, no matter the species or planet you come from. It was that simple and Kalim was keeping to that idea of his.
So Azmuth's initial goal aligned with Kalim's current one. Therefore Kalim insists that if they work together, they can prove that goal to be achievable. How can one actually refuse this sunshine tho? You bet Kalim's getting to keep the watch.(Jamil initially insisted to get that thing off, but I guess Kalim learned to stand for what he thinks is right... So git gut, snake Boi) :'3
Epel
Vil and Rook manage Epel's secret. And it's like professionally done, since Vil works in the acting industry, has a reliable reputation and his word holds a lot for others, while Rook is the one who literally knows anything and everything on campus. If he denies, it means it's false. Like Epel here has some solid coverage. :'3
No one absolutely fins out. They all are just theorising and Epel just gets to watch them and internally laugh at how stupid their theories are compared to the truth.
With Azmuth, Epel is clearly very skeptical at first. Sure, he is a bit rash, but he wants to save people. At the base, he's still a good guy and tries his best. Vil is actually the one who tells Epel to stand up for himself and for his agency as someone who wants to save the innocents. (Rook almost hunted Azmuth for sports, but Shhh...)
So Epel does realise again that Vil just wants his good and that probably he should be that petty with the model. Vil worked hard to ensure Epel's safety after all. Even if he wasn't using the omnitrix. It's more of a pomfamily moment here and we appreciate platonic fluff in this household. U-Ub
Idia
This guy runs on sheer pettiness and a bag of chips. He can bearly lift a twig and cannot even sit in a room with a person for 5 minutes before his soul leaves his body. Who in their right mind would ever assume it was him behind the aliens that save people? And for once, Idia was thankful that everyone thought he was a pathetic wet cat. Yeah, yeah, sure... Go and let him be pathetic in his room alone, buddy... :'3
Even so, in book 6, Idia does reveal it to the SSR problematic children, mainly because his timer runs out. It was in the heat of the battle and ofc, overBlot Ortho tries to protect him, thus getting hit by the lightning spears and dropping dead in tartarus. It's quite angsty. :3
So the Aftermath of book 6 is an absolute mess. With Idia trying to cope with the situation while also being held accountable with an explanation about how in the world he is this alien shifting superhero. It does take some time for Idia to clean up his own mess after all.
Thankfully, his meeting with Azmuth is very civil. Idia was a curious mind and as such, meeting the creator of the omnitrix, a device Idia still had long ways to go to understand it, was akin to meeting a celebrity. He wanted to just know how this thing works and how was possible to even craft such revolutionary device.
Azmuth does have a good impression on Idia. This guy's childhood dream was to save and protect people. And even if he failed in grand style 2 times, he still is pushing forward and tries to even understand how the device that grants him this shifting power even works. As such, Idia is easily holding up his argument about the omnitrix being used to just save people. But looking at his failures, Idia was contemplating on giving it to Azmuth to find a more suitable person.
That's also when Azmuth deems Idia as the said suitable person. He still has ways to go, but he has that determination and he is a mind that contemplates on what would be the optimal solution to a problem. He was far from perfect, but finding a replacement would be long and tiresome, especially when other bad guys are currently on the hunt for the omnitrix. As such, Idia gets to keep it. :3
Now for the multiverse plot... I would say that the best and go-to option would be ✨bad guys shenanigans✨. Just some mad scientist shit where they try to take the omnitrix from another dimension. This brings the 4 together and boy is it a mess. :'3
Riddle is just the one who is skeptical of the whole thing. He doesn't open up that easily, because these 4 are counterparts of people he used to hide from in his dimension, so of course, he warms up the hardest.
Kalim is absolutely thrilled about it. Man would want to exchange any and all tips and would be absolutely down for friendship activities. He's just happy he finally gets to meet someone in a similar situation with him.
Epel is also a hyped boy, him and Kalim becoming besties in seconds. Epel also thinks that this Idia was way cooler than his dimension's Idia, even if they are both pathetic wet cats when not in dire situations. Riddle and Epel do have a bumpy start, but they do get along, mostly as raw power fighters.
And Idia is absolutely freaking out at first. But he does warm up to Riddle over their shared skepticism at first. Compared to his Kalim, the Kalim from another dimension was actively working on improving and being more considerate for others, so Idia appreciates this one more. Epel is just a chaos gremlin that Idia occasionally feels like a babysitter to. Just imagine Epel fully as Wildmutt with Idia in half 4 arms, holding him by the nape. That's their dynamic. :'3
I think I covered everything now! Yay! :D
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For c!Landduo, a saga
(long post)
Over a year ago c!BadBoyHalo, newly freed from the Egg’s control, washed up at the Summer Home with his rickety wooden boat. The start of something nobody expected.
He stumbled onto the dry sand, shocked at the atrocities he committed now that the red fog was lifting from his head. The first person he finds is Foolish, the guy he orchestrated the murder of. It’s really the first time he’s ever met the guy (Bad was not himself during all their interactions before) but he still feels guilty for what happened.
c!Foolish, resident immortal demigod, was terrified out of his mind that he lost a life when he is not supposed to die. Broken down, he finds Bad wandering in his land. While frustrated, he has enough wisdom to know that Bad’s actions were done with no self control. He let others stay at the Summer Home to recover before, it wouldn’t hurt to allow Bad to stay here a little while too. Foolish was patient.
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As the two got to know each other, they realized how much they didn’t get along. Or is it they got along too well?
They bickered over the pettiest and silliest things, turtles, a wall, player heads, houses, pigs, aliens, trees, a cactus… and pranks. Many prank wars. Arguing, making up, fighting again, apologizing, then back to chaos. Perhaps a lot of it was distraction, trying to find something to wash away the fears that threatened to overtake them.
On a server devoid of anybody else, all they had to talk to was each other. Over boxes of applejuice, venting about all kinds of personal problems like working at Pandora’s Vault, Las Nevadas. DreamXD and nightmares. Not the Egg, too much of a sore spot. They realized they both tend to repress difficult emotions.
The hostility between the two was never really hostile. Harmless pranks and shenanigans simply became reasons to hang out, to see the other person’s surprised reaction like a game of cat and mouse. The strange etiquette between them, something that other people didn’t understand when looking upon their “wars” from the outside. They became unlikely friends, put to the test when the Egg tried to grow back and came after them again. “Are you yourself?” quote drop.
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During the long time together, Foolish regained his confidence and Bad recovered his lost identity. You could say they healed each other, which they’d never admit out loud. This friendship didn’t bloom nicely like a small flower. It bloomed against all odds in the desolate dry desert like a cactus would. Covered in sharp thorns made for desperate self-protection, painful to the touch, yet holding enough water inside to sustain life.
However things can’t always stay the same, and they had both started growing tired of the games. It was time for a change, they needed their own space. The cactus tower fell (chaotically, as is customary) and was memorialized.
Foolish, in the midst of celebrating being roomate-less, over a year of patience for this moment, looks at the empty plot of land and every structure that was ever built there by Bad flashes in his mind. They first met in a scary situation, always fought, but… maybe after all this, he hates Bad a little less than he thought he did. Maybe he would like to see him again soon.
And of course, Bad is no stranger to bad dreams. He has nightmares terrifying enough to keep him from sleeping for days. But when asked the question of what kind of dream the past year living at the Summer Home with Foolish would be if it were one… he thinks, without a doubt, it would be good dream. The happiest dream. He feels like he can fall asleep easier knowing that.
It’s not a goodbye, just a see you later. Here’s to season two <3
#my beloved storyline#I respect them a lot for wrapping everything together#onto the next chapter :’)#dsmp#dream smp#foolish#foolish gamers#badboyhalo#bbh#mcyt#dsmp lore#landduo#c!landduo#kdtxt
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heard you wanted relationship asks--have a whole bunch! (feel free to pick and choose if this is too many! just wanted to give you space to talk about them if you'd like :) ) 2, 5, and 6 for canach and galaed; 4, 17, and 22 for lucianora; and 38 and 39 for anwen and trahearne :D @kerra-and-company
A happy New Year to you 🎇🎆and thank you so much for the asks ! 🥰 I had a lot of pleasure answering these ! A good note to end last year and start this new one 😁
2. Any sleep habits either had to get used to?
Canach is a very light sleeper. As life becomes kinder, he learns to let his guard down but there were a few tumbles along the way... especially considering Galaëd gets extra clingy in his sleep... Galaëd might have found himself pined to the bed once or twice before Canach realised it was him and not an assassin, in the room with him...
Now... as to what sort of assassin tenderly wraps thelselves around your back in your sleep...😅
Canach let out a sound between an exasperated sigh and a strained chuckle when Galaëd pointed this out.
"You are the death of me, Valiant."
5. What is their love language?
For Canach, acts of service. Helping Galaëd dress up his wounds, after the fight against Balthazar. Ordering a round of his favorite drink the second he walks through the door of Amnoon casino. Making sure he feeds himself and gets some rest – forcefully if needed be – when he's working himself to exhaustion, as Acting Commander, after Rorschach's death and filing the request for a long vacation after the victory on Kralkatorrikk and Rorschach's resurrection.
For Galaëd, since they do their best to be discreet about their relationship (quite an arduous endeavour when a good third of your guild are spies!) and he must refrain from public displays of affection (his chief love language is touch, so he makes up for this when they're alone 😁), he simply tries to make as much room as he can for quality time.
6. When did they realize they loved each other?
Alright, I've already motioned how Galaëd got to deal with his reluctant crush on Canach from the moment he joined the Pact in the Silverwaste and his feelings changing over the course of the campaign of Maguuma, to the point of him accepting he did fancy Canach sometime after their detour via Rata Novus and finally understanding he was actually quite smitten sometimes after Bloodstone Fen and Caudecus' Manor.
But Canach got an interesting progression too because the poor cactus got the worst "not now, boner" moment ever 😆
I mean, the conclusion of his vigilante/terrorist days on Southsun was, understandably, a particularly stressful time for Canach. He was a fugitive fighting for his life, setting in motion a plan meant to come to fruition even after his death, cornered in a cave rigged with explosives and high on painkillers...
And one of the sellswords come aid the Lionsguard arrest him had a very unexpected effect on him!
"Well, fuck me."
Needless to say Galaëd totally misinterpreted that at the time!
After that, Canach tried to forget the reaction his pollen addled brain had had to seeing a literal vision of dream come at him with a sword and tackle him to the ground. And if their relation was quite strained when Canach first joined the operations in Siverwastes, the isolation they faced, the defiance of other races (even if their close companions were mostly supportive...), the constant pression of Mordremoth thundering against their willpower, finfing solace in each other's presence forged a strong bond, that Canach realised only after Rata Novus was stronger than mere infatuation. He willed to bottle up his feelings till the day he was free, though. And got smacked in the face by Galaëd falling asleep on his lap in Bloodstone Fen, and scaring the blue out of Anise in Caudecus' dungeons.
4. How did they first meet?
Elianora was sent as an envoy of the Pact in Elona around 1328AE. The mission was to make acquaintances amongst the locals, update their knowledge of the terrain and send reconnaissance reports to the Pact.
She met Lucius her first night in Amnoon. And quickly understood what he was. They danced around each other for a couple of days before they agreed to a meeting outside of the city to discuss the reason of Elie's coming to Elona.
17. Who fell in love first?
I'd say it's a draw. They grew close during the months before Balthazar's arrival and got together after Joko's death.
22. Who gets more easily embarrassed?
Lucius is quite confident in his worth and not easily flustered. On the other hand, Elianora has a lot of insecurities that she hides under her adamant flamboyance. So poking at her flaws or things she's self-conscious about is an easy – if risky – feat 😅
37. What do they like the least about each other?
They happen to share a fatal flaw. They would work themselves beyond the point of exhaustion if not for the constant vigil of their partner. Trahearne had to carry and physically keep Anwen in bed on more than a few occasions. And Anwen had to relieve him of duty her fair share of times.
And of course, when they're both too caught up in work, too intricately entangled in their duties to take care of themselves, Meryw is always there to remind them. Healer's orders!
38. What was their most memorable date?
For long, it was their night at the summit of the Vizier's Tower. It was their first day back in Caer Aval, they had left the Reach after a first but most memorable apparition in society. So being on their own, back in Orr as it started healing, stealing a moment with the history of Tyria, and looking back on their own, for Anwen realising how smitten she was, even at the time, and for Trahearne opening a new chapter of his life – together.
With time, they will have other memorable dates, one of them being a dinner in Lightfoot Passage, enlightened by fireflies and wreathed in the sweet scent of orchids. Kralkatorrikk was defeated. Aurene, ascended. And they were getting married.
#archesa answers#galaëd of the cycle of dusk#canach#starlight and fireflies#elianora#lucius#lucianora#anwen evergreen#trahearne#trammander
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