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Foxtail & Wolfsbane Part 22

Summary: Your lifelong obsession to hunt down the Nine-Tailed Fox has not gone as expected, and seventeen years later, you find yourself coming back to the place where it all started: Hogwarts. However, with Sirius Black’s escape from Azkaban and Headmaster Dumbledore’s hire of a certain Professor R. J. Lupin, you suddenly find yourself intertwined in the fates of those with whom you thought you had parted ways with long ago. [Multi-Post Story] [Rowan Scamander x Reader] [Remus Lupin x Reader] [Young Sirius Black x Reader] [Tristan Graves x Reader] [Severus Snape x Reader] [Warning: Story Contains Explicit Smut.] [Warning: Rough Sex.] [Warning: Moderate Degradation.] [Warning: Light Bondage.] [Warning: Nonconsent.] [Warning: Reference to Domestic Abuse.] *Note: Rowan Scamander, Tristan Graves, Susana Holmes, Cas Carneirus, Henrietta Weiss, and Thomas Picquery are OC characters. *Please do not repost or copy my work without my permission. Thank You!

Note: I also posted Part 21 today, so if you haven’t read that one yet and would like to, please find it here.

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Severus picked you up not simply by looping his arms around your waist, but while one of his arms held you tightly by the waist, the other slid up your back, until his hand was softly tangled in your hair again. Feeling the length of his arm pressing gently against your back made you feel so safe, like you had a tangible anchor to the warmth and steadiness in your life.

That’s what he is, you found yourself thinking, steady, reliable…

Severus, meanwhile, was having a hard time keeping his eyes off of you. For you were pressed flush against him and nearly sitting in the crook of his arm. Clutching onto him all sleepily, your fox ears twitched softly on top of your hair and your tails brushed gently against his waist repeatedly as the rhythm of his walking made them sway. You were still draped in his clothes, with his shirt bunched up around your thighs, his robe falling out from his embrace on either side of you, those wool socks still bunched up around your ankles, and your poor panties barely clinging onto your ankle as Severus carried you to bed.

Once there, Severus leaned over and slowly laid you down on his sheets. He meant to let you go now that you were safely lying on top of his bed, but you curled up around his arm and looked up at him.

“What? What are you staring at?” Severus asked you, none too kindly.

You continued to stare up at him curiously. It was odd, lying in his bed and hugging yourself to his arm like this. It almost felt as though you were a precious thing to him, though you knew full well that you weren’t. The thing was - while it was true that you couldn’t really imagine Lily with anyone other than James, in this moment you couldn’t help except wonder if this might be a glimpse of how Severus would have been with her – stern, yet soft; unforgiving, yet understanding; difficult, yet sturdy.

“What?” Severus pressed, slightly annoyed. “If you’re going to look at me like that, you must say something. Use your words, little one.”

You merely turned your head and hid your face in his hand, pressing your lips against his palm, to avoid answering that question.

Severus gave an impatient sigh, and he wrenched his hand away from you. He saw your fluffy fox ears twitch and then droop with disappointment, and your tails mirrored that mopey action, but you didn’t say anything to Severus.

However, the next thing that Severus did - namely, to put his strong, broad hands on your thighs, push them open, and then jerk you forward to the edge of the bed - made you whip your head back and stare at him in surprise.

“What – What are you…? You’re not going to actually…?” Your voice trailed off in disbelief. For, in all of the times that you had spent with Severus, he had never made love to you. Never.

Severus glared down at you. In a short, rather peeved tone, he explained, “I believe I must. Even after tying you down and making you cum endlessly on my desk, you’ve still retained your ridiculous fox ears and tails. Normally, they would have gone away by now. But they haven’t tonight. My guess is that because the Fox took such overwhelming possession of your body that her human – well, I’m not sure it was entirely human, but human-looking – form appeared as your own physical appearance, satisfying you with only my fingers and mouth has only brought you back to yourself, but in fox form. To get rid of the fox form - ”

“Ah,” you breathed out softly, as Severus grabbed your spread-open thighs and yanked you until you were positioned you flush against his hips. Your eyes widened for you could feel Severus already through his trousers – stiff and hard and thick. You swallowed.

“Unless, of course,” Severus said, while watching your face carefully, “you prefer to stay like this?” He reached down and gripped your ears in his hands.

You shivered, and your tails shot up. “No!”

“Well.” Severus let your ears go. “That settles it then.”

You lay there, swallowing nervously over and over again. It’s been so long since I made love with anyone. And with Severus? Does that even make sense? But if I don’t, what if I stay in this form forever – with fox ears and little tails? I can’t let that happen.

Severus watched you as you thought very, very hard to yourself. Finally, he said quietly, “You’re overthinking this. But the question is simple – Do you want this?”

You hesitated. Do I want this…?

“Well – Well, yes, I s’pose so,” you whispered, stuttering a little at being asked so suddenly and straightforwardly. “I don’t want to remain in this form forever. Life would be rather difficult, don’t you think?”

“Well, in that case - ” Severus pushed down the front of his pants, and then he pulled his cock out. He was already fairly hard, but he took your wrist in his, and then he commanded, “Wrap your hand around my cock.”

You reached out, your slender fingers trembling a little in the moonlight. Your hand met Severus’ cock. You paused, feeling the weight of his cock in your palm. His cock is so… gorgeous, you thought unexpectedly. All thick and smooth… Honestly, you were tempted to put it in your mouth, and more - a tiny part of your mind wanted you to get on your knees and go down on him until you were drooling all over his cock.

You hid your face a little, so that Severus wouldn’t be able to read the desire written so evidently all over your face. Then, taking his cock in your hand, you began to stroke it, running your palms and fingers over its length, coaxing it to become even stiffer and thicker.

Severus’ breath caught. “Faster,” he told you.

You clasped your hand into a tight fist and then began to pump your hand up and down. “Like that?” you asked, a little breathlessly.

Severus gave you a short nod. His jaw clenched tightly, as he watched your little fist stroke the length of his cock so eagerly. Yes, he thought to himself, just like that. Keep going, little one. He was fighting not to moan for you, but his cock betrayed his feelings, anyways, as he became very hard for you.

Finally, he spat out, “That’s enough.”

Then, unable to wait any longer, Severus stepped closer to you, accidentally causing you to fall back onto his bed, and a soft fwump sounded out as your back hit the mattress.

“Ah, Sev…”

Severus ignored you, except to reach down with with one hand to lift your hips into the air slightly. With his other hand, he stroked his cock a few times, and then positioned himself at your entrance.

You still couldn’t quite believe what was happening. Not that you wanted to stop it, but… Are we really going to do this? After so many years of holding back… Will I finally feel Severus inside of me?

Severus took a deep breath. Then, he pushed himself in, inch by inch, as slowly as he could manage, so as not to hurt you – but still, all in one, slow push forward.

At first, you thought you could take it, but as Severus kept leaning forward, pushing you down into the bed (except for your hips, which he kept flush to his), and pushing his cock into you, you started to squirm because fuck, it’s too much to take all at once.

Reaching up, you grasped the sleeve of his shirt in your hand tightly. “Sev,” you whimpered faintly. “A-Ah, Sev, I t-think it’s – s’ too - ”

“Shush,” Severus told you harshly. “We haven’t even started, and you’re already a blubbering mess.”

You tried to keep quiet, but when Severus pushed into you further, your hand dropped from his sleeve to his stomach, and you pushed against his abs and bleated out feebly, “W-Wait, s’ too much already. S’ too thick.”

Severus sighed. Stopping, he paused to take your hands in his,. Then, he made you reach down and press lightly on your pussy lips, until you were holding open your little cunt for him.

“Sev…?” you mumbled uncertainly, feeling rather – well, rather on-display.

“You are too tight,” he agreed. “So you need to hold yourself open for me. Just like that. Hold that cunt open for my cock, until I’ve stretched you out enough.”

Your cunt throbbed lightly as his words played out in your mind. He really means to take me tonight… Your pussy thumped heavily, feeling the excitement rush through your veins.

Severus hesitated, feeling your already tight pussy squeezing him even more. “You want this, don’t you?”

“No,” you mumbled quietly. “I mean, I do want this, but not – not any more than you do.”

“Don’t lie to me,” he retorted at once. “Your cunt’s already all wet and pulsing on my cock, even though you can barely take me, even though I’m barely inside you. You can’t wait to be stuffed full, to be fucked absolutely dumb, to be cumming on my cock, can you?”

Your mouth fell open in shock at hearing Severus say such dirty things.

Severus smirked. “I’ll take that awe-struck look on your face as a ‘yes,’ little one.”

Your brow furrowed and you clasped your lips together, not wanting to answer either way. Instead, you turned your head to the side. You felt your hair fall over your face, and you let it remain like that, hiding your expression from Severus.

Severus scoffed meanly at you. “Don’t tell me you’re shy now. With how much you’ve thrown yourself at me over the years, that would be truly absurd.”

A strange constellation of emotions was sparking across the dark night of your soul, treading a familiar pathway to the small sun that was your heart: a soft, turning fury at how Severus was speaking to you, linked to a flushed embarrassment because he wasn’t entirely wrong, chained to a steadfast defiance that served as the stronghold for your own dignity that rejected Severus’ words, yet shared space with a sense of fondness and gratitude that this tough-hearted man kept being there for you when you needed him most, entangled with a deep want to feel the pressure of his cock spreading out your pussy deep inside of you – and then, most puzzling of all, everything was overshadowed by a deep sense of familiarity and warmth for, without intending to, you and Severus had shared each other’s most vulnerable moments for neigh over ten years now, and all of your quarreling, rather than holding any malice, felt like a comfortable quarreling… And even now, the thought of him having you, as unbelievable as it was, also felt like a natural next step for the two of you. It honestly made your mind spin.

You bit your lower lip, thinking it through. Then, you made your decision. After all, why not? you thought. For years now, Severus and I have had these moments without any consequences. We both know that we don’t have feelings for each other, and neither of us are responsible for anyone else. There are no consequences. So, we should do as we damn well please.

Severus watched you turn around on the bed. You turned your back on him and hid your face in the pillow. He hesitated, wondering if he had pushed you too far, only to be surprised when you reached back of your own accord, spread out your pert ass and your tight pussy for him, and whispered, “Fine, Severus. Have me. Have me however you wish. I want it, too.”

Severus’ eyes traced the beautiful lines of your back. He paused momentarily to appreciate the curves from your waist to your hips, and then his eyes dipped down, and he found himself staring at your pretty ass and your flushed little cunt, already glistening with how much you felt you needed him.

No more words were spoken, but you felt Severus’ hands press into the mattress on either side of you. Then, leaning forward, Severus pushed himself inside of you once more, much more deeply this time.

Perhaps it was a good thing that Severus couldn’t see your face, because as he slowly fucked his cock inside of you, your expression became quite lewd. Your eyes squeezed shut while your mouth fell open and you panted quietly, but desperately into the soft pillow.

When Severus was just over halfway inside of you, he felt your thighs shiver, and your hands slipped. Severus immediately grabbed your hands and forced them back. Your hands grasped at your ass and pussy again, but you let out a little cry into his pillow, and then - your pussy suddenly clenched on Severus’ cock.

Severus groaned heavily, though he tried to keep how desperate he felt to himself. Because, fuck, your pussy felt heavenly all wrapped around his cock. Severus thought that if he had known from the beginning how warm and tight you were, the two of you would have spent the last ten years very differently. He might have never given you a moment’s rest.

Between classes, he might have sought you out, and (with your consent, of course), he would have pinned you down onto the nearest surface in your classroom, and he would have used this sweet little cunt of yours to his heart’s content every single day, and you’d have to stumble and fumble your way through your final classes of the day, with your pussy filled with his cum…

You suddenly felt Severus’ hands pressing down on your lower back, making you sink into the bed, but arch your back and lift your pussy up a little. Severus leaned into you again, and he tried to ease himself in further. You held your breath, trying hard to keep your moans in, but he’d only pushed in a little further when you gasped, and your fingers slipped away again.

Severus growled, trying to hide the fact that every time your pussy clenched on him like this, he honestly had to struggle not to cum because you were just that tight. “I said to fucking hold yourself open. Make your little cunt take my cock.”

With shivering hands, you fumbled your fingers all over your pussy and his cock, until you managed to gently press your pussy open again.

Severus let out a soft huff, when he saw how full your sweet little hole was of him. His cock was absolutely filling you up, pushing at your walls, and even making your thighs strain. He appreciatively ran his hands up and down your thighs for a few moments, as he waited for you to adjust to him.

But then, just as you thought you were starting to adjust to his size, Severus, unable to take it any longer, held your hips down – and then thrust. Not hard, mind you, but still – golden bells went off, clamoring loudly in your head, and you felt such a tight, intense burn flare up between your thighs.

“Ah! N-No!” you blurted out. Without meaning to, you abruptly clutched at Severus’ sheets on either side of your hips, balling up the soft fabric in your fists.

Severus, feeling you squirm on his cock, pulled out just a little, though he kept his cock stuffed inside of your pussy. With a loud sigh, he dragged your hands back for what felt like the hundredth time. “What did I just say? Damn it, do you never listen?”

You finally turned your head back to look at him. “Nngh – Sev, G-God… it’s so deep. C-Can’t believe you – you’re inside of me like this...”

Severus stared down at you, taken aback by how your eyes were misty and your face was so flushed already. “This is what you wanted,” he reminded you.

“I - Yes… Ah…” you moaned out, already starting to lose your sense of control. You had already been so exhausted from everything that had happened today, and now, you had no strength left to resist the pleasure that Severus’ cock, stretching out your tight hole, was promising you.

Severus let out as soft grunt, as he felt your pussy twitch. She keeps throbbing on my cock. She wants it so bad, doesn’t she? She wants it…

With that thought alone, Severus leaned down, pressing his body down on yours, before he snapped his hips forward, pushing his cock deep inside of your warm, wet pussy –

“Oh – my – G-God!” you stuttered out. Almost immediately, your pussy became absolutely soaked with your own cum. It felt so good to have a man take you this way again. It had been far too long.

Inside of you, the Nine-Tailed Fox, who had curled herself up and hidden behind all of her tails, in order not to overwhelmed you again, blinked open her eyes and purred softly, delighting in finally receiving the energy that she needed to truly thrive, and that you had been depriving her of for so many years now.

“Mm,” Severus breathed out against your neck. “You’re a little wetter now. Good, you can take me now.”

Severus began to fuck you steadily. He pounded into your cunt with steady, hard thrusts. Soon, the headboard began to rattle against the wall at a steady pace of thump, thump, thump – and your moans played out in time, too, going, “Ah, ah, ah!”

The way he’s thrusting into me, it’s so – so intense… Your hips were bouncing off of the mattress, but then his hips collided with yours and pushed yours back into the mattress again.

“B-Be more g-gentle,” you pleaded, even as your pussy was getting wetter and wetter with every thrust.

Severus tried to be gentler, but all he ended up doing was slowing down when he first entered you, only to unexpectedly thrust right at the very end. Ironically, he ended up fucking his cock even deeper inside of you, until the head of his cock was kissing your cervix over and over again.

“Ah!” A desperate, strangled huff left your lips. “ I s-said g-gentler…”

“I am being gentle. I can’t go any slower than this,” Severus panted, his own face contorted with the effort it took to keep from just full-out fucking your tight pussy. It was true that he was taking it slow. But, whether he realized it or not, with every stroke of his hips, Severus was making you take his cock from tip to balls, ending every stroke with his balls flush to your pussy.

That was why you were squirming under him like that, with your fluffy fox ears all alert and shivering and peeking out from your silver hair, because his cock was just so deep inside of you. And while he was taking it slow, he kept thrusting right at the end, and besides that, his pace was so unforgivingly steady. He wouldn’t let up at all; there was no respite from the incredible tension burning between between your legs.

Further, Severus’ sturdy chest pressing against your back, his heavy weight gently pressing your breasts and tummy into the mattress, but with his warm, broad hands pressed on your back, keeping you down, coupled with his strong hips pushing against yours made you feel as though there was only Severus Snape in the world – only him and the way he made love to you. Speaking of, the way he fucked you so purposefully – Merlin, he was truly making you his woman, wasn’t he? And in every sense of the word.

Honestly, it was just too much for your exhausted mind and your poor little pussy to comprehend, and you were so close to just losing all sense of reality and melting into Severus’ bed, and becoming perfectly pleased with being his little cumslut for the night…

Also, as Severus carried on trying his best to fuck you slowly, you started to realize that you were completely surrounded by Severus’ warmth and scent – in his bed, still (well, sort-of) wearing his clothes, with his robe and shirt flipped up onto your back and spilling out onto the bed on either side of you, and with his socks dangling around your ankles, tangled up with your flimsy cotton panties now, and you weren’t sure when, but Severus’ hands had slipped up towards your head and now his chest was caging you in against the bed now…

His warmth warmed you, and his scent - the warm, woodsy, and almost herbal scent of him – wafted into your mind, until you were lulled into a sense of drifting off peacefully. You could fall asleep like this – except for the fact that his cock was delving deep inside of you, making your pussy work for him and milk him, You wondered hazily where Severus went home for the summer and whether his house smelled like this, too. Maybe you’d like to visit someday, yes, maybe someday, you could spend some time with him there and see what it was like…

“Visit where?” Severus’ harsh voice suddenly punctured your hazy dreamland, for you’d been moaning and mumbling away without even knowing it.

“N-Nothing,” you replied, a bit startled. “I mean, nowhere – ah, Sev, fuck, I swear you’re getting bigger inside me.”

It was true. Severus’ cock was getting stiffer and stiffer, because although he was pushing his cock into your warm, tight hole, he was holding back and unable to fully take you as he desired. Truthfully, if it had been anybody except Severus, anybody except the man who exuded and practiced an incredible level of self-control and focus, you’d likely be taking cock a lot harder than you were right now.

“Can you take more of me?” Severus muttered, his voice was taut with need. An unspoken ‘please’ whispered through the air, chasing after his heavy pants as he held himself back for you.

As Severus asked you, he kept rocking back and forth gently, keeping his cock inside of you, and neither of you could quite ignore the soft squelches that were coming from your wet, wet pussy. You blushed. You were definitely wet enough to take more… But you were a bit scared, for it’d been so long since you’d chased release like this.

You shifted and turned around in bed, so that you were on your back and looking up at Severus. The two of you gazed at each other for a moment. Severus’ eyes, as always, were dark and impenetrable, and his mouth was still pulled into his trademark frown, but there were other telltale signs that even he couldn’t hide – like how his chest was rising and falling so quickly, and how his brow was furrowed in intense concentration to keep from hurting you or doing anything you didn’t want…

Hesitantly, you reached over and pressed your hand against his cheek. “All right,” you whispered, “yes, I do want more – more of all, all of you.”

To your surprise, Severus wordlessly leaned into your touch a little. Severus sighed when he realized what he was doing. He hated that he was sinking into this tenderness with you. He hated that he was letting his guards down before you. But if he was, if there was tenderness, was it truly his fault? Feeling rather defensive, he retorted childishly, “From what I’ve seen so far, you’re being rather ambitious.

You rolled your eyes at him, recognizing his defensiveness and sensing that it had shattered whatever sweetness you’d manage to conjure up in that moment. But you shifted, opening your legs up for him again.

Severus kept himself hovering over you with one hand beside your head, pressing down onto the mattress, and with his other hand, he held your hips down. In that position, he pushed his cock back inside of your wet little hole.

You both breathed out a sigh of relief. But then, Severus started to build up a pace in earnest – and there were no sighs of anything from either of you, but just a fair amount of unwilling moans and restrained, but desperate gasps filling up the air between you two.

As sinfully wet as you were, your pussyhole was still so tight that Severus could feel you gripping onto the entire length of his cock, and you swore that you could feel exactly how deep and how wide his cock stretched you out as it plunged deep into your pussy repeatedly. Besides that, you felt how the tip of his cock always caught just at your pussyhole right before he pushed inside of you again.

You shivered with pleasure. With any last bit of internal resistance falling to pieces in your head, you confessed to yourself, Merlin, he’s so good at making love. He uses every inch of his cock, every time, pushing it all into my tight little hole, and - fuck, it’s so hard to think when I feel him pushing into me like this…

In fact, Severus was, quite literally, pushing the breaths out of you, as he thrust his strong hips forward, making his cock delve roughly into your tight cunt. Receiving those hard thrusts, you shifted up the bed, thrust by thrust, until the top of your head finally bumped up against the headboard. Instead of placing a pillow or something between the top of your head and the headboard, Severus just trapped you down on the bed, using his arm as an anchor across your middle to keep your right where he wanted you, and then he started to fuck you harder, so that the headboard was now going thumpthumpthump –

Some word was spilling out of your mouth – you thought you were just gasping as your pussy was taking a rough, deep, steady pounding – but no, you kept calling Severus, “cruel, cruel, cruel…” Until he grabbed your chin, forced you to look at him, and tell him what you meant by that.

“Why are you saying that, little one?” he huffed out, annoyed by how you kept talking nonsense when he was making love to you, but also worried that he might be pushing you to your limits. “I’m not hurting you, am I?” But as he buried his cock deep inside of your waiting pussy, he whispered knowingly, “No, that can’t be it. You’re so very wet now. If anything, you want more, don’t you?”

“It’s like I said before,” Severus murmured, not realizing the irony of his now being the one speaking absolute nonsense to you. “You have the sweetest little pussy, it’s your head” – he gripped your hair hard in his hand and yanked your head back, making you gasp – “that gets you into trouble.”

“N-No, no trouble,” you whimpered, having a hard time speaking when your head was held back like that and you couldn’t breathe very well as Severus kept fucking you.

He pressed you for an answer. “Then what?”

“I just – ah - meant that – that…” You tried to hold back your confession, but then it came bursting out of you, like a startled sparrow taking flight, “Severus,” you moaned out, and your voice ached, dripping with all kinds of want, “it feels s-so g-good! Ah!”

Severus stared at you in surprise, as you nearly sobbed, “So good, so g-good – uhn, fuck, yes, just like that, ah, a-ah, feels so good when it’s s-so deep inside me like that – oh God, I love your cock in me, love your cock in m’ pussy, S-Sev, please d-don’t stop – no, Sev, I said don’t stop, please – ah…! ”

“Don’t stop what? Stop babbling, and use your fucking words.”

“D-Don’t stop f-fucking m- nngh,” you moaned out, as Severus suddenly leaned forward. As his cock had already been buried deep inside of you, with his leaning forward, you could suddenly feel his cock could pressing up into your tummy.

“AH!” you yelped.

Severus shook his head at you a little. “If you can’t speak coherently, little one, don’t say anything at all.”

“How can I be quiet when y-you’re inside me l-like this? Ah!” you gasped loudly, as Severus jerked his hips back and forth again.

Honestly, Severus hated how you blubbered, absolutely hated it. Why couldn’t you finish your sentences? It wasn’t hard. But then, in his heart of hearts, Severus was well aware that actually, he loved it, he loved the way you turned into a scatter-brain when you were with him like this. He savored the knowledge that he could render you so helpless with want and warmth and lust.

“I said, shush,” he repeated, glowing with a secret pride at being able to scold you this way.

“Ah… I- I can’t just s-shush!”

Severus smirked. “Then you’ll have to take more cock – as your punishment.”

“What?” you asked, not understanding. A moment later, you cried out loudly, “Uhn! S-Severus! Ah, fuck!”

It was a good thing that Severus had cast Silencing and Noise Distortion Charms on his door, or else the whole castle might have heard your desperation and ecstasy as you were getting fucked hard by Severus Snape that night.

Because at that moment, Severus had sat up, grasped and lifted your hips off the bed, and then, pulled you down flush against him, so that literally, he was sheathed all the way inside of you. Holding you like that, he pulled out about halfway, and then thrust, harder than he ever had that night, inside of you.

For a moment, your hands fumbled thoughtlessly over Severus’ chest, until you closed your eyes and pressed your palms hard against his chest, as you felt his cock ram roughly right into your sweet spot again.

“No!” you burst out, not because you wanted Severus to stop, but because you could not believe how deep his cock was inside of you, and your mind had blanked out entirely, unable to comprehend in any rational sense the intense tension and pleasure that was coursing through your body, playing on your senses like an angel plucking at a taut harp chord. Golden shimmers seem to run up and down your body, teasing your nerves into an electric frenzy.

Severus paused, unsure if you were asking him to stop. However, the next moment, your hands dropped from his chest to his hips and you tugged wantingly at him, obviously indicating that you wanted him to fuck you harder, fuck you rougher, and fuck you now.

Severus complied. He started to bounce you up and down on his cock, while he was still thrusting inside of you. His cock slammed into your pussy so deep, pressing into sweet places hidden away deep inside your core.

Your ears were twitching frantically. At the same time, your hands, no longer able to hold onto Severus’ hips as he fucked you into ruins, scrabbled frantically at the headboard above you. You whimpered incoherently, “M-mm-mm-mmm!”

Severus’ moans also became a stream of low, thrumming hums as he kept fucking you. She’s taking me so well, he thought, watching how your tight, pulsing cunt was bouncing on his cock, swallowing up his entire length over and over again.

It made for a rather beautiful view, Severus thought, as your pussy was dripping wet. As your thighs kept colliding together, they both began to glisten wetly, too. Severus growled lowly, “Fuck, what a wet, naughty pussy you have, little one. You love taking cock, don’t you?” He panted briefly before he muttered at you, “You’re a right little slut.”

“No,” you bleated out again. But your pussy was throbbing away on his cunt already, and you couldn’t help but bounce your thighs against his, couldn’t help but want to give your needy cunt every inch of thick, hard cock you could get inside of you…

“Ah…” you breathed out. “Mmmm…”

As you relaxed just a little, your pussy softened for his cock, and you melted into the realm of pure, golden pleasure. Your hands slipped down the headboard and landed on the sheets, on either side of your head.

Severus saw the way you slowly rested back against the bed (except for your hips, which he was still holding up and you were still working to take his cock like a good girl), and he saw your abs stretch out in a rather lovely manner, elongating your torso so that your curves became very evident, and then, there were your soft breasts, bouncing prettily in time to your taking cock.

Severus’ voice became deadly soft, for he was a man whose voice became quieter and quieter as his thrusts became harder and harder, as he insisted, “You are. Don’t deny it.”

“W-What about you?” you huffed back. “Are you any better? Ah… A-Always insisting that you won’t make love to me, and now, h-having me in your bed and u-using me like this? I know you said you w-would – ah - save me, but this goes beyond that. Uhn, f-fuck, yes… N-Now, you’re just making love to me, Sev. But d-doesn’t that - ah, ah, ah - make you a s-slut, too? Huh?” But even though you were pushing back against him, you, too, shared his soft, quiet tone. Instead of being aggressive and actually arguing, as you two undoubtedly always had, it was more about pushing the other to admit that they felt something for you – not friendship and certainly not love, but some kind of empathy, compassion, or understanding, that had actually sprouted its first tiny roots back when the two of you were at Hogwarts as students, both loners and outcasts and both quiet and focused people who sought intelligence beyond just books. You had never been friends, of course, or even thought of each other beyond passing glances, but even in that manner, you had both been alike – lost and hidden away in your own worlds.

And now, here you were, still hidden away from the rest of Hogwarts, still tormented by the idea of never fitting in and your dreams never really living up what you imagined them to be, and both having lost, in some manner, the ones you have loved most…

Yes, the truly inexplainable thing was that there something seemed to be happening here: unfolding, not as events did the real world, logically and quickly, but unfolding as events in a dream world unfolded. It was as if a strange tumult of foreboding happiness rolled in through the door of another universe and captured both you and Severus in its bizarre typhoon. Consequently, in this moment, it felt as though the two of you were wrapped up and living in an alternate universe. And Severus could imagine, if only for a brief moment, that this was home for him – that every night, when he returned to bed, you would be there, waiting for him, dressed in his clothes, and then, when he would come to bed to meet you, you’d spread yourself open, just like you had tonight, with your small hands beautifully resting atop your thighs and then spreading your pussy open, before pleading for him to take you just like this, asking him to make your little pussy all warm and full – and he would, Severus would. He would give you wanted, would make you feel the way you wanted to be felt, and if that included feeling that you were his, he would make damn sure to give that to you.

A muffled growl left Severus as he leaned over and bit your neck, softly clamping his teeth down on your soft skin.

“Ah,” you breathed out, feeling his teeth sink softly into your skin. He covered your neck with soft bites, then your shoulders, and finally, he sucked and bit gently at your breasts, too.

“Mmm,” you moaned softly.

“So sensitive,” Severus murmured.

“Play with my nipple more, Sev,” you begged, in a soft, hushed voice. “Put your tongue on it, please. Want your mouth on – on me… Yes…” Your hands snuck into his hair and you gently tugged him forward, making him press his mouth against your breasts again.

“You’re a sweet little thing when you’re all captured like this. I imagine that’s what foxes are like, too,” Severus murmured, voice a bit muffled as he sucked on your breast. “Free-spirited in the wild, but when they recognize their master, they know to be good. Isn’t that right?”

“I wouldn’t know, because you’re not my Master,” you fired back, not wanting to be pulled in by any of his taunts. Yet, you wondered, can I really deny him so straightforwardly? Even now, you realized that he was hunched over you in what looked like an incredibly possessive manner, with his abs all tight from the effort of leaning over you, so that he could suck at your breasts and fuck your pussy at the same time.

Severus let out a disappointed sigh. “Of course not. That’s not the point,” he muttered, while roughly biting and tugging at your nipple and making you gasp, “Trust me, I would – nngh, still so tight – I would n-never let a disobedient pet like you roam around under my name.”

“What d’you m-mean?” you whispered. “Ow, Sev, don’t bite so much. It h-hurts.”

“Well…” Severus paused, distracted momentarily from lavishing your breasts with attention when he felt his cock push up against your cervix again, and he took a moment to moan appreciatively, “fuck, such a good little pussy, swallowing up my cock so well,” before continuing to explain, “I’d keep you in my bed and – uhn - make sure to fuck you into submission before letting you go anywhere.”

You scoffed, though with some difficulty, as you had to make room for the haughty little sound amidst all of your frantic panting. “Oh, r-really?” you huffed out. “And you t-think I’d let you do that to me?”

“We’re already doing just that,” Severus whispered into your ear. “Don’t you see? This is me taming you, putting your little empty, anxious brain at ease, by stuffing your tight little cunt full of me, you little slut.” Then, he let out a heavy moan. “Uhn…”

You wanted to respond – but you couldn’t anymore. The heat and scent of sex was creating an impenetrable fog around you both, but also infiltrating your mind and making your thoughts go all hazy. In this strange, misty world, rather like the inside of a crystal ball, it felt like time was moving more slowly and everything was weighted. You thought fuzzily that you probably felt this way because of the manner in which Severus made love you – He was working your body hard, but at the same time, every thrust and touch was so controlled that it all felt dreamlike – slow, heavy, yet strangely romantic and touching. Even now, the words he had just spoken – they had been degrading, yes, and you wanted to set him straight and say, “no, you’ve got it wrong; it’s not about taming me, I’m already free and I always will be,” but in the subtext and amidst the low humming moans, you could sense that there was something deeply tender and protective about the way Severus was with you and speaking to you tonight.

And honestly, you barely heard Severus’ words, because he was reaching your sweet spot so well, and pressing on it incessantly, so that there was a slow build-up of some intense, golden, thrumming running through your body. It had started in your pulsing little pussy, gone up to your soft, warm tummy, and then ran up your body all the way to your head, until all you were thinking was yes, yes, yes, please, please, please – and Severus wasn’t letting you down, no, he kept going, kept fucking you just as you wanted, just as your cute little cunt was begging for.

Your moans became higher and higher-pitched. Tears welled in your eyes, so you threw your arm over your face and hid your expression again. But Severus could still watch your little ears curl up and then flop softly on your head as he took you repeatedly, claiming your tight little cunt for himself.

Thumpthumpthumpthumpthump went the headboard, broken only by your labored moan– “uhn!” – before it went back to its steadfast rhythm of thumpthumpthump.

You felt yourself about to cum. Severus, too, could feel your cunt throbbing wetly and heavily on his cock. In fact, your pussy walls were tightening around his cock, squeezing his cock like he’d never felt before.

You wanted to warn Severus, but couldn’t manage words at the moment. So, you tried to close your legs, but you found that you couldn’t because Severus’ hips were still in the way. You held your breath and tried to control yourself, but you couldn’t stop the wave of pleasure about to crest in your tummy.

Severus hissed, sucking in his breath through his teeth. He couldn’t believe how tight you’d gotten all of a sudden. Her little pussy’s throbbing away on my cock, pulsing all heavily – Why?

But Severus didn’t have long to question this, for in the very next second, he suddenly felt you arch off the bed. “Mmm!” Your cry ripped through the air, followed quickly by a wretched gasp, “Ah!” You threw your arms around his neck and hugging him with all of your might, you dragged him back down onto the bed with you. Severus hissed softly when he felt your fingernails dig into him, pressing tiny crescent marks into his skin.

“Ah!” you burst out again, crying out with no restraint whatsoever. For you were cumming. Yes, you were cumming for him - and all over him.

Severus’ eyes widened in awe as he felt your warm, white cream spurt from your tight cunt, which was still wrapped around his cock, and then began to drip down his balls.

“I-I’m sorry,” you whimpered, still trying desperately to close your legs. Your tummy buckled over and you moaned, all curled up for a second. You hugged onto Severus even tighter, sobbing into his chest as you came.

But all Severus said was, “Shush.” Only, this time, it sounded kind, as if he were reassuring you that you had done well to cum all over him and that he didn’t care how messy you made him.

Severus let you hold onto him while you finished cumming. You kept holding onto his shoulders for support and moaning lowly in his ear, with your knees were pressed up hard against his sides. Finally, Severus felt you relax a little and your fingernails disappeared from his back and your knees stopped pressing so hard against his obliques as your body finally released…

Severus waited a beat. Then, he gently yet firmly pulled away from you. He wanted to have a look at you. You resisted a little, trying to keep your arms around him, until finally, Severus grabbed your wrists, and then, once he had pulled away, he yanked your hands together and held them down, pressing them down into your soft tummy, holding you hostage as he examined you.

You were sporting bite marks on your neck now, and your breasts were pink from how much he had sucked and kissed them, and with your legs still so beautifully splayed out for him, Severus could see how you’d cummed so beautiful for him, with your pussy throbbing as soft, sweet white cream slowly showed itself.

You hesitated, wondering if Severus had pulled away because he’d somehow been disgusted by you. But his voice had been so kind…

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, rather embarrassed. “I didn’t mean to – to cum so hard. Or to cream like that. I just couldn’t control it anymore - ”

“I know,” Severus said curtly, cutting you off. “You never can control yourself.” He reached down and pressed his thumb against your clit.

“Ah, w-what are you d-doing?”

Severus watched as your pussy twitched, and more white cream came out and graced your throbbing little pussyhole. Severus didn’t know why seeing your pussy filled with your cum affected him so much, but it did.

Your embarrassment, which had been growing ever since you came by creaming all over his cock, right in the middle of his fucking, finally reached an unbearable point, and you made to close your legs.

But Severus reached up, grabbed your knees, and stopped you. “I told you already – stop being shy. It’s too late now. Rather, will you allow me to keep going?”

You paused. “You – You still want to take me? Even with my pussy all messy like this?”

“Yes. Especially with your pussy messy like this.”

You blinked. Then, a blush spread over your cheeks as you regarded Severus in awe. “Really?”

“Yes. Really. So keep those legs apart, little one,” Severus told you, his voice noq quite raspy and harsh with want.

You compiled, slowly opening your legs all the way again.

Severus groaned when he saw your cum-coated pussy. He debated whether or not he wanted to go down on you or not, but the desire to fuck you with his cock won out. Severus positioned himself once more and then he continued to fuck you softly.

“Mmm,” you breathed out, rather pleased with what was happening. It felt so good to be taken so softly after such an intense orgasm.

But Severus’ mind was going in a different direction, reaching a realization he hadn’t quite grasped yet, as he thought, Yes, fuck, I love seeing my cock coated in her cum, in the signs of her undeniable pleasure. Severus kept going, kept pushing himself inside of you until your little pussy was ringed in your own white cream – and then – a low, beastly growl erupted out of him, as he realized, I want to cum inside of her. Seeing my cum inside of her - That’s what I truly want.

“Mm, mm, mm - ah!” Your soft moans suddenly cut off as Severus suddenly pushed your legs up, so that your knees were pushed into the mattress by your head.

Leaning over you once more, Severus pressed you down into a little ball, all curled up beneath him, with your pussy lewdly presented to him. Holding you down like that, Severus fucked your pink cunt until it was blushing a soft red – and then, with a rumbling growl that surprised even you, he came – first, inside of you, but then, when he abruptly realized what he was doing, he tried to pull out, only to end up cumming all over your pussy and (because of the position you were in) even on your face. You gasped softly as warm ropes of cum hit your mouth and chin.

Horrified, Severus mumbled out the first apology you’d ever heard him say to you: “Sorry! I – Shit, sorry, it wasn’t intentional – I would never - ”

You flicked your tongue out and caught all of the cum that you could on your lips. You gave yourself a moment to taste, with curiosity, the salty taste of his cum before you swallowed. Then, you whispered, “It’s fine, Severus. It’s all right.”

Severus shook his head, but you repeated, while smiling a little, “Shush, Sev.”

Hearing that familiar word, Severus finally calmed down a little.

“Yeah,” you murmured, while you gazed down at yourself, to see your pussy filled with his cum, mixed with your cream. “You don’t have to worry about anything. To tell you the truth, it’s what I wanted. I would have been disappointed if you hadn’t. After all, we’ve held back for over ten years…”

Severus remained motionless for a minute. Then, he spoke softly, and tiredly, “You should clean yourself up.”

You nodded in agreement. “All right.”

You went to the bathroom, where you performed anti-pregnancy spells on yourself and cleaned yourself up in the bath. Afterwards, you wandered out and picked up that silver robe that your own clothing had transformed into. You found it on the floor, near Severus’ bed. You paused, wondering if you should slip into it.

“Don’t.” Severus, who had been sitting upright at the foot of the bed, saw you contemplating whether or not to put on the robe. “It might make you feel cold again.”

“But I don’t have anything else to wear.”

“You can stay in my clothes.”

“I’ll wash your clothes for you before I give them back,” you promised.

“However you like.”

You folded the robe neatly and put it on top of Severus’ armchair.

Severus spoke again, to tell you, “It’s nearly dawn.”

You went over to where Severus was standing, for that was where one was directly facing the slit in the curtains. You turned your head to glimpse the first, soft rays of light creeping into the room through that narrow slit.

As you turned your head, Severus noticed that – “Your ears and tails are gone.” He reached out and gently turned your head, so that you were looking at him. Examining you, he murmured, “No frost, either. In fact, your face is warm. You’re still… blushing.”

Your eyes met Severus’. Without speaking, he read in your eyes what you were thinking: It’s because we made love.

Severus swallowed. Quickly letting go of your chin, he muttered, “You’re definitely human again.”

You didn’t reach for him, but you said, as softly and warmly as could, “Thank you, Severus.”

Severus didn’t reply, but he didn’t protest either when you lay back down on his bed again. He watched as your eyes fluttered shut.

“We have a staff meeting in less than an hour.”

“Mm…”

“I won’t wake you,” he warned you.

“Sure, sure…” You dozed off at once, exhausted to your very bones after the many unexpected adventures in the past forty-eight hours.

* * * * * * * * * *

When you startled awake, you found yourself still in Severus’ chambers – but all alone. You tiredly rubbed your eyes as you sat up. I feel like I barely slept. But wasn’t there something I was supposed to wake up for? Hm… Then, you remembered – “Ah!”

But you couldn’t just run over to the staff meeting now, you were still wearing Severus’ clothes and no pants or panties. With a groan, you grabbed the silver robe off of Severus’ armchair and pulling it over your head to try to hide your face and wrapping it around your waist as well for security, you ran off to your chambers as quickly as you could.

* * * * * * * * * *

“Good morning,” Professor McGonagall greeted you, her eyebrow arched sternly at you as you entered the staff meeting room five minutes late.

“Good morning,” you croaked back.

Snape looked at you with deep disapproval. “Late again?”

Catching the smirk playing around his lips, you glared at him. “Shut up.”

McGonagall shot you both a look, and you hurriedly shut up yourself.

As Dumbledore informed the staff of recent notices, you subtly tried to nap, despite the fact that you were standing up. You closed your eyes and let your head nod away on its own time…

I’m so sleepy… Thank Merlin I was able to return to my fully human form, but… Goodness, I’m tired today… Maybe I can sneak a nap under my desk during classes… Hm…

“ – our our newest addition to the staff, Defense Against the Dark Arts professor – Remus Lupin!”

Your eyes shot wide open. What!? Did I just fall asleep? What was that name I just heard? I must be dreaming, because it can’t be – it can’t be –

You frantically scanned the staff room, despite the fact that there were only about thirty people there. You searched for him, for Remus, without really believing that he would be there. Only – your jaw fell – there he was.

Remus had stumbled forward and was humbly bowing his head in little dips over and over again, as the rest of the staff applauded in welcome.

Your heart skipped a beat – or several, actually. Because you had momentarily forgotten how to breathe. An unexpectedly and unjustifiably intense sense of thrill flooded your veins. Adrenaline, you immediately recognized.

Oh no, not good. Especially after what happened yesterday night with the Obscurial, my soul and body are vulnerable to possession by the Nine-Tailed Fox. But I can’t let Remus see my fox form. I can’t!

It didn’t even cross your mind that Remus was honestly the least of your worries, given that the entire staff of Hogwarts was standing there. But you didn’t care a rat’s ass about any of them. It was Remus that made your heart gallop like a young, wild beast.

Calm yourself, the Fox whispered uncomfortably. I can feel your soul calling for my power. I’m trying not to give it to you, but it’s tough. We’re both still weak and recovering from our encounter with that Dark Spirit.

Right, you replied. Then, forfeiting all sense of grace, you fled the room with all of the speed you could muster, galloping wildly just as your heart was because there he was – Remus Lupin, your heart whispered, and your entire soul went into disarray and suddenly, you were sent back seventeen years. In your mind and in your heart, you were a mere fifth-year in Hogwarts all over again, waiting eagerly for a certain brown-haired, hazel-eyed boy in his soft, patched-up jumpers to come and join you in your spot, where you allowed yourself to fall in love twice: first, with the idea of the Nine-Tailed Fox, as a mythical solution to achieve your desire for freedom, power, and beauty, but second, with the very real person of Remus John Lupin, with his uncertain, but gentle gaze; his unfailing empathy and kindness; his quirky sense of humor; his adoration, accompanied by a sense of doubt, for future-oriented studies like Astronomy, Astrology, and Divination; and then - all of those strange, unexplained scars that didn’t match the gentle manner in which he moved about the world.

* * * * * * * * *

You were very careful going up to your classroom the next day. You ignored students’ curious glances as you hid behind hallways and peeked out of corners. You also continued to wear your cloak, with its hood up, in case you were caught off guard and your ears and tails found fit to pop out again.

Reports of “a very short dementor” reached McGonagall. She tracked you down, only to be very irate when she ripped your hood back and discovered it was you.

“What are you doing, Professor?” she asked you shortly, folding her arms impressively over her chest. “Acting like a criminal in broad daylight!”

You blinked as the mid-morning sunlight abruptly flooded your vision. “Um,” you replied, “well, since I’m doing this in broad daylight, doesn’t that tell you that I’m not a criminal?”

McGonagall’s nostrils flared. Suddenly, you were very grateful that Professors couldn’t give other Professors detention. Deeming it was best to get a move on, you flashed her an apologetic grin before scurrying away, up to your classroom.

* * * * * * * * * *

After you finished your classes for the day, you went down to Hagrid’s hut. You let out a sigh of relief as you left the castle. It was nice to be out in the fresh air and out of the castle. No chance of bumping into Remus out here, you thought to yourself.

When you were about thirty yards away from Hagrid’s hut, you thought you could hear voices coming from inside the hut.

“Yes. Thank you, Hagrid.”

“O’ course.” Hagrid’s front door opened. “Come down anytime, yeh hear?”

You skidded to a soft stop on the stony path and immediately began to turn around. Unfortunately, the sound of the few loose stones you’d kicked up scattered brightly before you.

“Oh! Good timin’!” Hagrid exclaimed, noticing you. “I’ve a favor to ask of you.”

You closed your eyes and said a quick prayer – although for what, you weren’t entirely sure. Then, you slowly turned back around. As calmly as you could, you replied, “Sure, Hagrid. What is it?”

“One of the baby thestrals ran away from its mum this afternoon,” Hagrid explained. “And you know, what with the strange things happenin’ recently, I thought maybe you wouldn’t mind if you tried to go lookin’ for the poor foal before he gets into any trouble.”

Meanwhile, standing beside Hagrid, Remus Lupin was politely looking at your feet, with his hands clasped in front of him.

“Yes, sure,” you confirmed, impatient to get out of there. “I’ll go right away.”

“Ah, but wait one mo’, Professor,” Hagrid said. “Can you see thestrals or no?”

You shook your head.

Hagrid frowned. “It might be tricky to capture the foal then, and dangerous to you as well. I’d give you Fang, but he tends to scare away the foals.”

You shrugged. “I know thestrals are attracted to the smell of blood. I can simply cut my hand a little.”

“No.” It was the first time Remus had spoken up, but his voice was firm. “There’s no need for you to hurt yourself. I can see thestrals. I’ll go with you.”

“That would make me feel better. Not that you aren’t capable, but you never know what the forest will bring you in the dead of night,” Hagrid said sagely. “I’m sorry, Professor Lupin. I’d go meself, but I’ve got to… Well… Something happened with Buckbeak today, and I figured I best go see him, give him a ferret or two.”

“Not at all, Hagrid.” Remus graciously bowed his head towards Hagrid before he glanced over at you. “Well,” he said, putting his hand out to gesture at the forest, “Shall we?”

* * * * * * * * * *

Meanwhile, back at the castle, Severus had finally booted the students of his last class out of his classroom. Exhausted, he made his way to his chambers, eager to sleep. But just before he fell into bed, he pulled out his wand. Closing his eyes, he scoured his mind for not just the happiest, but the lightest and most peaceful memory…

Many, many years ago, back when he was a little boy, Severus discovered the magic of Potions. His father had gone out of town for a business trip. That day, his mother, Eileen Prince, had brought out her old Potions kit. “Severus, look,” she whispered. “Look what happens when I do this.” She poured a bubbling, red liquid into a vial containing a tiny drop of silvery, cloudy liquid.

Severus gasped as a mini explosion of silver and red sparks erupted from the vial. His mother laughed as she watched her young son run around, trying to catch the sparks in his little hands. When he had finally exhausted himself, Eileen went over to her son and pulled him into her arms.

“Mummy, what was that?”

“It was a Sparks Potion. I prepared it for you. I mixed Bloodroot and Frog’s Spleen together a few weeks ago to make the red liquid – Flammable Potion, and then I tipped it into Mercuric Elixir today. That’s the silver drop. It contains animatic properties, you see, and will react with just about anything. You need to be very careful with it, but when used correctly, it can bring about amazing results, as you just saw.”

“Wow…”

“It was for your birthday. Happy Birthday, my love.”

Severus frowned. He looked up at his mother. “But, Mummy, Daddy said birthdays weren’t important. Remember, he got mad the last time we celebrated?”

“I know, sweetheart. But birthdays are important. Especially yours?”

“‘Specially mine? Why?”

“Because you’re my son,” Eileen told him. She gathered him up in her arms and whispered lovingly, “My little Prince. No matter what your father says, that’s who you are and don’t you forget it.”

Clutching his wand, Severus whispered fervently, “Expecto Patronum.”

Whoosh.

Severus’ eyes flashed open – and he watched in complete awe as a silver doe appeared before him.

For once, Severus’ eyes were not impenetrable, but totally vulnerable, as he fell to his knees, bowed his head, and cried for the days long past, for the days we cannot get back...

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Posting a proper review now that I’ve rewatched both parts because watching them with the gap in between didn’t stick.

So is this what it’s like to never watch Naruto and jump straight to Boruto, because that’s what I’m doing here lol Clearly I’m here because of my Ucchi/Ayu bias and I know nothing about NanaTai beforehand, so everything I know is from watching these two part movie/OVAs.

Here we go, Seven Deadly Sins: Grudge of Edinburgh

Anyway, I was really hoping to like Tristan. His design is everything to me, with his long hair and long eyelashes, his shorts and thigh high boots combination and his little tail coat. I don’t know anything about him, so seeing that this version of him only exists in this movie has piqued my interest, I’m definitely willing to start the Four Knight of the Apocalypse eventually.

Unfortunately I don’t think I was too big on what we were given from the movie. I mean right off the bat he sounds too OP, given that he has both Goddess and Demon blood in him and they’re both present and usable. (Like saying Maka Albarn has Weapon and Meister blood in her. Sounds fake and something a 10 year old would write.)

I prefer the parts where he’s a kind boy and afraid of his demon blood from coming out lest he hurt someone again. But then there’s the parts where he’s pretty generic shounen, jumping into situations without thinking and hoping to put on a brave hero front. (We have to do the right thing, save people, punish the bad guy.) I don’t actually know if this OVA/movie is written by the actual author/mangaka and I don’t know if he’s any different later when he shows up in 4KoA a bit older.

Maybe it was just the writing of the movies, or the humor of the series just never really hit with me (either it’s too shounen comedy or its just too anime) or the fact that it was CG and not 2D animation that some scenes just felt like “okay, this is happening I guess”. (The scene of Tristan jumping off his horse trying to make a grand appearance and almost landing on his face. The fact that he announces that he almost fell on his face instead of just thinking it?)

The first half of the movie really felt like we were going on Tristan’s journey of growth but the second half of the movie felt like it became the Lancelot show. Which, I don’t think is bad because Lancelot is fun but feels just as OP, if not even more OP than Tristan. (Having blood of both his parents and being able to use it. [TBF I don’t know what Ban’s abilities are, but I guess he’s strong and I don’t know if Lancelot inherited that or not] Being able to “tame” Tristan’s demon blood in a fight. Smart and calculative but also strong enough to wield two weapons.) The movie ends with Lance walk cycle, and I guess this would be a lead in to 4KoA since I think I know he’s in the main cast so far.

I don’t know anything about the original 7 Deadly Sins (if that’s what they even call themselves, I guess??), but seeing them take on the bunch of Empties could have been cool to me if I did watch the original series. I think I would have liked what Melodias and Ban had, if their few interactions in the movie was accurate to what they were like in-series. Also I also really like Elizabeth and Diane. I don’t think they’re doing anything groundbreaking, but I do like the gentle and kind but strong queen (like how I like Princess Peach) and a giant woman. The scene of Melodias rubbing into Elizabeth after her recovery would be a reason why I would never watch the OG, but I thought it was really sweet when it transitioned into “man I love my wife”.

Also, I’m not familiar with what the 7DS world is like, but it does feel like a generic fantasy with the few different races. If more of the series had what was in GoE with Deathpierce being racist because of things that happened to him, I would like to think that it’s not all black and white in the story. I don’t know if certain races stick to their generic personalities (Tristan’s line about fairy-form Lance not feeling like a fairy and feeling more like a human) but I hope not.

Anyway, I came in for Ucchi/Ayu interactions and I’m glad I got the food I came here to eat, because I wasn’t actually expecting much from Tristan and Lancelot besides maybe being old friends, or their dads knew each other so we could be friends. Part one was good, some silly banter here and there and Tristan’s traumatic flashback of their fight. Part two had me sold, not only from how Lance always seems to be babysitting Tristan but also how he’s pushing him to go all out. Yeah it’s because Lance is strong, but I like that Tristan trusts him enough to stop him. Also, the movie is telling me that they’re something, so I’m taking it. I'd like to see more of them, I want to see Tristan doing something for Lance, because Lance seems too OP. Like I never for a second doubted he could get out of any of the trouble he was in.

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theorist-influencer-untitled · 8 months

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9.9.23 Saturday

6:10 am

Goodnight and goodmorning!

Just got back from Mc Donulds, we just ate our breakfast to give ourselves some treat and for workmates friendship bonding...

I'm with Mia, Lexa, Ramil and Champi... Mia is my sister...

Lexa and Champi are my new found friends and workmates in Iqor...

Ramil is our son ( Mia and Me ).

Seriously, I need to burn that burger... I still need to do my abs...

Still, having windblow and thinking of our finals on 25th...

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11:49 am

I'm so thankful for the blessing that I got these days in Iqor... But!!! BUT!!! We still have our finals on 25th,hoping and praying that I can pass and move on to the next level with the rest...

I was having a hard time on doing this kind of job over the phone but it is the quickest way to get an emergency money but I need to have fundings if can't make it on 25th...

But I love the thing that I can earn but I don't know if I can stay coz of our finals or nesting day...

Just wanna say thanks to all coaches Gian my mentor these days, Coach Melai and John Jay my 2 main mentors on my theories on my job,my supervisor Gian2, Coach Vangie small but terrible, Coach Kevin, Coach Tristan. THEY ARE ALL NICE...

Hoping they can catch me for whatever... If I can't make it on 25th...I will continously be part of call center... I LOVE TO BEAT THE JOB!

Hoping there will be a positive thing on 25th for me...

But if I can't make it, coz I still need money and job... I don't know what is the system... Coz they have different entity on other industries...

If I can still be on other waves or another trainings though I have a personal goal to be a product manager... If not then hoping somewhere in Manila can lead me again to this fucking job... It is somehow a mental torture if you get bad calls or bad caller....

But I hope no matter what, my supervisor Gian2 hoping he can catch me on 25th no matter how slow-headed me... I need money and I need to keep the job for a long while in Iqor...Hoping and wishing and praying ...

3:48 pm

Hmm... I'm short of 8 pesos on my total fundings and my expenses... I wonder where is the 8 pesos???

I still need money and I need a job...

I feel bad if 1 peso is missing on my expenses balance...

Angels, I'm planning to trim my nose if I can have my savings in call center.

I wanna visit sand dunes in ilocos... I need to have fundings...

5:41 pm

My right leg it seems that there is a nerve that is not on the right alignment... My right lower leg and right foot is on cramps and turning inward...

I need a massage... I'm out of fundings...

6:50 pm

It is so funny, remember Tita Belen in Iqor? I saw her last week at the baggage counter and I told her instead of us on the "ballroom floor", we are on the "call floor".

7:59 pm

Did I??? I still have windblow trap... I feel fat,ugly and wrinkled...

youtube

I told Bella ( one of my wavemates in 468 ) that I kinda like his friend but she told me that black guy already got a wife... It is a cute admiration... The guy who is on a dreadlock hair... I'm just imagining if I can just have that kind of bf, I think we can have the xfactor...

Last Thursday remember? I was being murdered by a Spanish caller, 2 Spanish caller... Then, Bella was sitting at my back and I accidentally saw her crying on Coach Gian... It is about her call for sure... It was really a Thursday crime.

youtube

8:29 pm

I wanna have a honda motor angels... I wonder when can I buy ....Hmm.... I wanna have a credit card as well angels...

I also want to have a car but motor first...

I need money and job... I need to keep a job...

I wanted to be skinny...

I remember Ms Lorie, I first saw her in the jeepney last Thursday as well but I didn't know that she is also working in Iqor...

Then,Friday ( the next day) she became my mentor during my call... Then, we had a chit-chat that she went to Raquetaz almost everyday after duty at 3:30 in the morning that she and her friend are working out to lose weight... Coach John Jay is one of the gym instructors there...

8:38 pm

Cool dread-locks...It is just cool... I even told Mia coz I saw this dread-lock guy accidentally bumping me on the hallway going to the bathroom that straight hallway... He smiled at me and I remember he was with Bella ( I considered my new sisterhood as well ) a very sensitive Bella.

I told Mia is his teeth real?? I saw his full smile... Or my comic strip is he smoking?? I'm just curious then I asked Bella last Thursday we were on the jeep me and Roby where I also saw Ms Lorie. Bella told me that he got a wifey already... I said yeah right! Chill and cool...

youtube

9:11 pm

Then, I met an old man,small but still cute...The team leader of the other wave it was Pops! I asked Pops,how old is he? He said I'm 65... I was shocked! I said really Pops! Can't believe it! You look only like you are on your 30's hahaha Pops was so happy to hear it... Supervisor Gian and I, we were laughing coz Pops looks like on his 30',s only and what I noticed is his nice smile and teeth. He looks like an arab man...

#Youtube

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kirascottage · 3 years

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hey! could you write a fluff fic of lip gallagher x reader? maybe something where he’s protective? love your writing! - nina <3

always choosing you

lip gallagher x f. reader

summary: lip saves you while at a party.

word count: 1.6k

warnings: soft and protective lip all in one, swearing, alcohol, mentions of trauma, non-consensual touching (just the waist), mentions of violence, kissing, mentions of sex (1x)

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“Babe, this tastes disgusting.” You scowled while referring to the red solo cup in your hand. At your distasteful words, Lip’s head had whipped over to your twisted face, studying your wry grimace then looking at the poorly made drink most likely whipped up by a Sophomore that had no idea how to mix alcohol.

“Here, take mine.” Without a second thought, he quickly swapped the drink in your hand with his own, Vodka Cranberry. The drink he voluntarily handed you was a translucent shade of dull red and it fizzed at the top. Taking a sip, your brow arched in a consensus of the pleasant-tasting beverage.

To a family like the Gallagher’s, it was portrayed as a psychedelic for Lip Gallagher to be seen as a caring individual rather than a belligerent boy without any anger control. (especially to someone like Fiona) His emotional trauma merely enabling him to hide his concealed emotions from others, but like any other person, it took tremendous work that you were willing to put in.

“Hey, you wanna go soon?” His eyes naturally drifted around the party as he questioned you with a gentle hand sitting comfortably at your waist, his thumb moving slowly over the material of your shirt. “Sure, lower-class man parties are always a bummer.” You mutually agreed, glimpsing as to how his eyes travel across the room to a familiar redhead.

“I’m gonna go tell Ian, you good here?” His thumb pointed in a backwards direction as he walked the same way, you nodded in approval before he was off with his shoes tapping in sync to the music as he proceeded to the Kitchen while you stood in the living room against a wall.

It wasn’t usual for Lip to willingly leave you alone, especially in social situations like this one with intoxicated teenagers at your every corner. He once claimed a wannabe Tristan Dugray from Gilmore Girls would sweep you off your feet and carry you off to the sunset but you declared that would be spurious.

You picked at your nails for the first few minutes, growing bored as you waited, your fingers following the curvature of the cup along with the slight indentations and lines as your patience grew thin. Most likely Ian was stuck in a conversation with long-haired Milkovich, and he wouldn’t wanna leave just yet, his usual stall techniques including whining to his eldest brother.

Your evident impatience had swallowed you whole, eventually abandoning the remains of the drink at a battered table so your arms could cross in front of your chest and your foot tapped insanely quick against the floor. Now that tapping would've bothered anyone as the music vibrated through the drywall and the neighbours were nearing annoyance with the deliberation of filing a noise complaint.

As you were just about to set off to the kitchen, slender fingers gripped at your belt loops hauling you closer to the point your rear had struck the male stranger's chest.

“Hey! What the fu—“

“What’re you doing here all alone?” You attempted to harshly to move away at the poor tone of male seduction but the firm grip on your denim loops was restricting you from such.

“You see, I'm not alone so if you’d—“ You gestured impatiently to his hand with a curt glint in your tone whilst looking back at him; but, he cut you off with a brisk ‘S’alright, baby. I’ll take care of you.’ And no intention of letting you go.

You huffed with a squirm as his disengaged hand grasped at your waist where the emptiness of Lip’s hand had formerly been. “I have a fucking boyfriend—“ You inevitably began to yell over the music at the boy you could recognize as Clint Eastwood from your English class with a drunken smirk plastered onto his features.

This time it wasn’t his slurred voice cutting you off once again, it was a familiar rage-ridden Gallagher. “Get your hands off my fucking girlfriend.” Lip’s baritone became hoarser by the word as his hands hastily gripped at the boy's collared shirt whilst you stumbled by Ian who had briskly caught your arm hoisting you upright.

“Sorry! Dude, I didn’t know she—“

“Really? I clearly fucking heard her say she had a boyfriend,” His scowling brows drew together tightly and his lips pursed at the boy's face trembling in justified fear; as the scene grew larger with frequent yells occurring from Lip, most attendees of the party queued in on the scene.

“I guess idiots like you don’t know how to take a fucking hint.” Lip would’ve severely beaten his face in till Clint was due a trip to the ER but your magnifying grip at the back of his torso was enough to subdue his nerves and release the male off to the side and make his way to the car while gripping your hand the silent way there as the music grew fainter.

The car ride was silent, Lip’s hands gripped the wheel hard enough for distinctive marks to melt into the leather of the disk-shaped circle. He was well indeed sober, the only drink he had consumed was the one he had given to you and mostly full when it came into your possession.

When the car paused in the Gallagher driveway, wordlessly, Ian had left the car to give the both of you a moment, cautiously entering the chaotic household where most of his siblings had been asleep; Fiona being the only one awake where she had been watching a movie with V as Debbie laid on her lap. Yet, Lip hadn’t even moved his hands from the ignition; he had barely even blinked or twitched.

“Lip,” Your voice whispered, filling in the empty void of the vehicle. He silently looked over with his head slumped against the head seat, “What’s wrong?” Another whisper, your fingers rested comfortably on his knee.

“I just—“ He sighed, “—I don’t like the way he was touching you. Nobody should touch you like that.” He paused thoughtfully amid his heated sentence, clearly hesitant. Though, you remained silent as you were taciturnly aware that he was nowhere near finished.

“What if he wasn’t a creep and it was some guy that could offer you so much better than I could. I don’t want you to get hurt, but I also don’t want to hurt you.” His cerulean optics drifted over to his knee where you had been drawing circles over the denim, his anxious eyes remaining focused before you spoke up and his attention had diverted back to you.

“So don’t.” You offered a faint smile, “You’re not your parents, Lip. Take it one day at a time, if you don’t want to hurt me then you’re not going to.” You shook your head as you spoke.

“You could’ve knocked that guy into oblivion but you didn’t, and I know why you didn’t. I’m not gonna push you; Just take it day by day with me, okay?” He lethargically nodded in response, drinking in your words slowly as they enveloped his brain in a tight squeeze. Your monologue clinging to his mind as he would require those words later on.

Silently, you drifted your eyes back to the house, your eyes retaining on the Gallagher residence as he spoke. “Stay the night?”

You returned your head back to him and grinned in response, pecking his lips a few times before hopping out of the car as he followed. Trudging towards the wrought gate as he gripped at your hand, gently leading you through his house but pausing once to wave at Fiona which she reciprocated with a gleeful nod and a wave.

You had thought you entered his shared room rather quietly, changing into a shrunken pair of basketball shorts and a navy blue sweater both of which had belonged to your boyfriend. As you climbed the bunk, an adolescent boy had begun speaking with sleep lacing his words, “You better not be having sex, I'm trying to sleep.” Carl finished with a snore as he shuffled.

You both hastily muffled your laughs whilst cautiously climbing into the top bunk where his sheets laid messily due to him not making his bed the morning prior. You took very little time situating yourselves, the tip of your chin laying on his shoulder, and you were laid on your stomach. Meanwhile, his arm curled around your back and his stomach had faced the texturized ceiling.

You both laid there silently for a few minutes, maybe even a half-hour. Most likely Ian had passed out on the couch, and Carl’s snores had filled the room so it was a guarantee that it was safe to speak without any eavesdropping.

“I’ll always choose you.”

For a moment you thought he was asleep as well by how still he remained, till his face had carefully turned millimeters from yours. “I don’t care if it’s an Italian mafia man or some belligerent idiot from English class. I’ll always choose you, Philip Gallagher.” You muttered into his shoulder, a tinge of minor embarrassment creeping stealthily up your neck at the sappy confession.

“I’ll always choose you, too.” He whispered back, he wasn’t much for words but he could always muster up a considerable fraction of what you meant to him. Kissing the tip of your nose, he whispered again whilst placing his chin on your forehead. “Now go to sleep, or you’ll be bitchy in the morning.”

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naariel · 2 years

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I re-read Crescent City (HoEaB and HoSaB) just to write down all the physical descriptors of all the characters

okay fine, the re-read was also to cure the book hangover

anyway, sharing here for anyone who are interested. This doesn't include bonus chapters

Under-King

I forgot to write this guy down, but iirc basically super tall and rotting

Sabine

Looks late 20s

Long silver blonde hair

Blue eyes (c. 6) Light brown eyes (c. 49)

Corn-silk hair

Narrow Pale face

Slender hands

Narrow shoulders

Danika

Metallic purple painted nails in dire need of manicure.

Silvery blond hair, normally straight silken Sheet, though curled after a whole day of wearing her tight long braid, streaks of amethyst, sapphire and rose

Corn-silk hair

Caramel eyes

Sword strapped on back

Worn leather hilt, ancient leather scabbard

Worn motorcycle jacket

Black boot

Jeans

Vintage band t shirt (Banshee band name)

Lean body

Slim fingers

Slim jaw

Slim shoulder

Pale

Taller than humans

Matching back tattoo

Angular planes face

Horned, grinning wolf tattoo on neck below jaw

Gray wolf small horse sized

Connor

Golden skin

Broad shoulders

Golden stare

Taller than humans

Sensuous mouth

Tristan Flynn (Fae)

Brown eyes

Charming as Hel

Classic Fae beauty

Handsome face

Considerable muscles

Short chestnut hair

Earth magic

Golden-brown skin

Declan (Fae)

Amber eyes

Dark red hair

Red hair

Chiseled jaw

descripted as the "least insane" out of the Ruhn household

Ruhn (Fae)

One side of his raven black hair buzzed, straight black hair flowed to his waist

Striking Blue eyes

Silver hoop through lower lip

Sleeves of tattoos, colorful and beautiful

Line of rings in ear

Black t shirt, dark tight jeans

Black Boots

Muscular

Leather jacket

Strikingly handsome

Golden skinned (but paler than Rhysand)

Starsword; dark blade, black hilt

Power to summon shadows and mist

Pose: slide hands into back pocket of jeans

Formal at Summit: Circlet of gilded birch leaves on head

Burn scars on arms covered with tattoos

Leather jacket

Tattooed throat

Swirling tattoo on pec

Violet-blue eyes

face and posture identical to Rhysand

pointed ears

Hypaxia

Dark head of softly Curling hair

Thick night-dark hair

Dark eyes

Rich brown eyes

Arresting face

Not the cultivated beauty of a movie star, beauty in it's rawest form

Large brown eyes

Full mouth

High cheekbones

Near perfect symmetry

Radiating cool serenity and awareness

Glowing brown skin

Brown hands

Looks like humans

Queen aura

Curvy

Young

Sleek black curls

Sometimes tied back in a bun

Elegant brown face

Luxurious dark gaur falling in soft curls down to her Slim waist

Brown skin that glowed as id the moonlight ran beneath it

Large dark eyes that noticed too much

Full, inviting mouth

Lovely smile

Bryce silky curtain of Wine-red hair, with slightly curled ends down to the top of her ass

Pointed ear

Freckled golden skin

Tan

Amber eyes

Whiskey colored eyes

Human (identical to her mother's) face; freckles

High cheekbones

Full mouth

Four inch white heels

Generously curved

Big boobs

Spectacular ass

Taller than average

Thick angry Scar on the inside left thigh, from being shredded open and stapled shut

Twilight ombre nails, pink to night

Red nails

Worn leather jacket with feminine colorful script

Heavier than she looks, tan skin covering more muscle than Hunt thought

Sleek, unnervingly perfect thigh

Silky skin

Long, delicate fingers

White Skintight dress

Tight Jeans and cream colored revealing sweater

Black leather ankle boots

Star, like an old Scar, white mark

Freckled, golden-tan skin

Long, muscled legs

Ample hips

Thick Scar curving along her thigh

Whiskey colored eyes

Super Powerful and Special Magic Starborn Princess

Tendrils of Horn tattoo

Lean, Long expanse of golden leg

Hunt

Black battle suit (built in medkit), intricate leather scales, black gloves, twin swirds peeking above his shoulders, boots, black hilted knife sheathed on thigh

Predator, Killer, Monster

Angular dark eyes

Black eyes

Onyx eyes

Not black at all, but a shade of darkest brown

Gray wings

Striking, handsome face Full of powerful lines and sharp cheekbones

Golden-brown face

Light brown skin

Skull-faced helmet, silver painted skull

Entwined thorns tattoo across brow, most hidden by his hair, but no concealing the thin black band

SPQM tattoo on right wrist

Shoulder length Black hair slipping Over face

Dark, shoulder length hair

Sable strands gleaming like black silk

Broad shoulders

Towers over Bryce

Strong hands

Strong Jaw

Pretty

Stray locks of his dark hair curled around the edges [of the sunball cap]

Deep gold skin on hands

Strong tan column of his throat

Dark brows

Muscles upon muscles upon muscles

Gold dusted brown skin

Soft Gray t-shirt, black sweats, white sunball cap turned backwards

Powerful build

Tall

Powerful, muscled body

Cut hair shorter last month. Not too short, neatly trimmed to the nape, with only a few pieces in the front still unruly enough to peek through the hole of his sunball hat.

Dark, Angular eyes

Light brown skin

Tharion

Jaw length Auburn hair

Red-brown hair

Light brown eyes

Powerful body

Mer form: partially scaled arms, fingers tipped in sharp grey nails, massive body, gills beneath ears, claw tipped webbed hand, (roughly 2.5 meters tall? size compared to some long creature)

Muscled abdomen

Reddish-brown scales, catching the sun like burnished copper

Long tail

Black stripes slashing through tail, continuing up his torso and along his arms

Aquatic tiger

Bare skin of upper arms and chest heavily tanned

Taloned/talon-tipped hands

Mer form: Scales ripples along his arms and halfway up his torso.

Long Muscular arms

Long fingers

Dark red hair

Haunted, exhausted looking (Hosab)

Long body

Ithan

Powerful form

Onyx rose with 3 claw marks slashed through

Golden-brown hair (longer than the last time she saw him)

Towering, muscled male

Tall

Brown eyes

Gray t shirt pulling across the Considerable expanse of his muscled back

Handsome, charming features

Good looking

Built for speed and agility

Short golden-brown hair

Wolf: horse sized

Brushes hair away from face; longer than it had ever been

Isaiah

White wings

Black silk tie, charcoal business suit

Dark brown skin

Tight brown curls

Brown eyes

Pretty-boy face

Entwined thorns tattoo across brow

SPQM tattoo on right wrist

Naomi

Intense, ballsy, take-no-shit angel

Free (no tattoo)

Harsh planes

Black braided hair

Onyx eyes

Colourfully tattooed hands

Black wings

Sharp chin

Jet-black eyes

Viktoria

Dark haired

Navy suit

Graceful, stunning

Pale green eyes

Stunning green eyes

Halo tattoo

Wraith, graceful, flirty

Long legs

Alabaster hands (white skin)

Pale face

Narrow face

Slightly wrinkled

Justinian NOT A SINGLE PHYSICAL DESCRIPTOR IN EITHER BOOKS, except that he painted his wings a matte black during the Viper Queen meeting.

Micah

Gorgeous

Unfairly beautiful

Powerful

Snow White wings

Brown eyes

Icy eyes

Long legs

Strands of gold in his hair

Boots, dark jeans

Fury

Long onyx hair tied in a high ponytail that brings out the sharp lines of her light brown face. (Pre death)

Chinlength hair

Sleek bob

Deep set chestnut eyes.

Black leather leggings,

Skintight velvet top

Ass kicking boots

Red lips, straight teeth

Slender

Angular eyes

Appears human

Delicate figure

Angular eyes like Amren

June:

Dark brown skin

Exquisite face

Curling Black hair

Long legs ending in delicate hooves

Sweet and mild

Striped legs

Gently arcing horns, nearly hidden

Curly hair pulled into a coiled bun

Beautiful

Thin but leanly muscled

Graceful, Tall, thin

Large beautiful eyes

Aidas:

Thrumming with dark power

Slender, pale-skinned... pretty boy

Blond hair fell to his shoulders in soft waves, loose yet well cut around his fine boned face.

Eyes like blue opals

Thick, golden eyelashes

Full, sensuous mouth, too white teeth

Slender hands

Black, Closely tailored jacket and pants

Polished leather shoes

Jesiba:

400 yo

Lush female body

Curvy

Flowing Navy dress

Pearls at ears and throat

Cropped Ash blonde hair, cut shorter on the sides, longer on the top

Effortlessly chic and casual

Blonde brows

Face both young and wise, bedroom-soft yet foreboding

Young faced

Full mouth

Pale grey eyes

Silver nails

Autumn King (Fae)

Ancient, cruel Amber eyes

No sign of aging

Long thin nose

Black jeans, black long sleeved t shirt

Beautiful

Tall, muscled

Long Red hair, embers and molten fire

Onyx crown

Einar

Viper Queen

Tall

Moon skinned

Gold jumpsuit

Emerald hoop earrings hanging lower than her chin length bob

Razor sharp bob

Glossy bob

Full lips painted purple so dark it was nearly black

Green eyes, marbled with jade and gold, that slit like a snakes

Well groomed eyebrows

Beauty mark just beneath the outer corner of her eye

Gold painted nails

Long thin canines (snakey)

Snake form: moon white cobra with scales that gleam like opals

Slim

Smokes

Tattoo of a snake twining around a crescent moon on her wrist

Wears only jumpsuits it seems

Blood darker than usual

Syrinx

Chimera

30 pounds (14 kg)

Wiry golden coat

Long tail, tufted with dark hair at the end like a lions

Folded ears

Round, fuzzy head

Wrinkles of fat

Longer hair at neck, not quite a mane

Too big paws ending in birdlike talons

Squishy dog face

Dark eyes

Slightly bigger than a terrier

Stout little body

Pointy teeth

Ember

Mid 40s

Tiny Scar on cheek

A knockout

Long black hair

Freckled skin

Full lips

High cheekbones

Dark depthless eyes

Bryce's face, just different coloring

Slim shoulders

The Embrace silver necklace

Tan

Randall

Attractive

Brown skinned

Black braided hair streaked with silver

Brutal scars

Friendly eyes

Dog tags

Sandriel

Dark haired

Curling hair

Eyes the color of fresh tilled soil

Sharp cruel eyes, death

Thin arms

Full lips

Slim, tall

Pollux:

Golden haired

Tan

Dead cruel smile

Handsome

Cobalt eyes

White wings

Golden skin

Brutal, sadistic

Motherfucker Number One

Pretty-boy face

Flowing golden hair

Thick lashes

High cheekbones

Goddess vibes, still and lovely, like Chtona

The harpy:

Thin

Pale

Dark haired

Jet black hair

Angel

Narrow-featured

Black wings

With a wildness like the western wind

Slim waist

Thin lips

Built Wiry and Long, face Narrow and eyes a bit too large for her features

Baxian Hellhound:

Stone-faced

Black wings

Dark haired

Closely buzzed hair

Brown skinned

Tall and finely muscled

Jet-black, faintly shimmering wings, like a crows feathers

Old Wicked Scar snaking down his neck, forking across the column of his throat, given by hunts lightning.

Obsidian eyes

Tall, lean angel

Natural elegance; not beautiful but striking. Intense and focused

Lightweight black armor of overlapping plates - reptilian version of hunts suit.

Nearly as fall as hunt

Rigelus

Slim

Teenage boy

Lanky

Slender chin

Bony elbow

Fae boy 17 yo appearance

Dark haired

Gangly

A weak facade to veil the ancient monster beneath

Amelie Ravenscroft

Dark hair in a tight braid

Sharp angled face

Gold eyes

Emile

13 yo

Tall, gangly, bony

Small

Sofie

Short brown hair

Nordic descent? (fjords of her homeland)

Pippa

Fanatic

Cold hard armor covering her breast

Golden sun bracketed by a gun and a blade (ophion logo) + red sinking sun above it (lightfall squad).

Brown haired

Freckled

Cormac Donnall (Fae)

As Agent Silverbow; Imperial armor (has cap) (hair peeking from beneath the cap he'd donned)

Handsome

Broad hand

Golden-haired

Towering

Shadow-magic

Fire magic

Tan face, ruggedly good-looking

Void of feeling

(Dead, humorless) Light brown eyes

Thin, tight white sweater over black jeans and combat boots

Blond

Muscled chest

Tattoo of strange symbols encircled his left biceps, black ink

Broad shoulders

Rubbish at pool

Perfect blond hair

Short blond hair

Immaculate blond hair

Unfailingly arrogant angle of his chin

Serious

The Hind

Golden haired

Silver torque around neck

Deer shifter

Beautiful

Amber eyes

Golden eyes

Red lips

Pale face

Polished, knee-high boots

Imperious face

Grey Uniform

Light footsteps

Most beautiful female Ruhn had ever seen

Unscarred, Elegant hands

Gold ring crowned with a square clean-cut Ruby

Upswept chignon

Spitting image of Luna

Regal angle of neck and jaw

Coldly serene as the moon

Beautiful and terrible

In flame: large eyes, swept upwards at the edges

Long legs

Red lips

Slim, manicured fingers

Slender, on the Taller side, delicate frame

Lush hips, full breasts

Mordoc

Hulking

Dark haired

Towering

Muscle bound

Dreadwolf uniform - boatload of silver darts

Golden eyes

Dark claws at fingertips

State between human ans wolf

Scalp gleaming through buzzed hair

Thick fingers

Too long teeth (wolf teeth)

Powerful

Craggy face

Marc

Leopard shifter

All Sleek muscle beneath dark brown skin

Topaz eyes

Celestina

Beautiful

Skin as dark as Onyx

Light brown eyes

Delicate mouth

Patient smile

White wings

Voluptuous, lush-bodied

Tightly Curling Black hair

Curls spilling down her bare arms like a waterfall of night

Silver jewellery, pink and lilac gauzy ethereal robes

Feminine strength and beauty

Barely reaches Hunt's chest

Soft pink nails

Elegant as a swan

Caramel eyes

Ephraim

Handsome

Black hair cut close to his head in a warrior lite fashion

Light brown skin Radiating health and vitality

Dark eyes that noted every person in the room, like a soldier assessing the battlefield

Genuine smile for Celestina

White wings

Toned Powerful body

Thanatos

Tightly curled black hair was Cropped close to his head

Handsome, unsmiling face

Powerful body bedecked in dark, ornate armor

Dark eyes

Prince of death

No slickness or smug arrogance

Wolf lady Mystic Fendyr Alpha

Long chestnut-brown hair

Pale

Too thin

Dark eyes

Face that mightve been pretty if it wasn't so gaunt and Haunted

Dragon lady, Ariadne

Human sized

Hair like darkest iron falling in Curling waves

Delicately featured face

Tan

Burns stuff with touch

Crimson eyes - like boiling blood

Black eyes like coal

Ripples of what seems like red and gold scales Flowing beneath her skin

Curvy

Beautiful

Fae female bodytype

Short, Curvy

Wavy black hair, waistlength

Ample backside

#crescent city #SJM sure is scanty with her physical descriptors #two whole books and this was it

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beth-yeet365 · 3 years

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“Could I have your number?”

Requested by @m-a-r-z - thank you for the request <3

I was wondering if you could do a Bradley Simpson fluff like maybe I’m a friend of Tristan’s and we meet for the first time.

Pairing: Bradley Will Simpson x fem!reader

Genre: fluff (there is a small smidgeon of angst in the start)

Word count: 1.6k+

Summary: your best friend encourages you to go to a bar to meet his friends and who knows? maybe you might find a new one...

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“Come on Y/NNN,” Tristan begs you.

“I just want to be at home, Tris,” you tell him, half lying.

Tristan, your best friend, has tried for the past 5 minutes to get you to meet his friends at a bar since you had only met them in passing and Tris wanted bring his best friends together so you could be one group of best friends.

He had been asking for a while now and each time you turned him down coming up with different excuses each time like “I’m not in the mood to go out” or “I’m not feeling that well, raincheck?”.

Truth is, you were worried they mightn’t like you or you would feel excluded because you’re new to the group and they’ve been friends a long time now and therefore feel excluded. Like an outsider.

Also a guy you didn’t have a name for, ‘cause you only met them briefly, was so handsome with the most gorgeous curls.

“Y/N,” Tristan began, worried now. “What is it? You keep turning it down.”

You could see on his face he was worried.

“Okay, well,” you began and cleared your throat before continuing. “I-I am just worried that they mightn’t like me or because you guys have been friends for a long time now that I will feel...” You trailed off.

“Y/N, they will love you,” Tristan assured you, grasping both your arms to make you at him. “They’re good guys and you won’t feel like you’re not there. I won’t let that happen, Okay?”

You sighed and looked anywhere but his face.

It had always been hard for you to meet new people but maybe now it’s a good time to meet new people - break out of your shell, you thought.

“Okay,” you began, seeing his face light up at your answer. “Just let me get ready quickly:” You told him, gesturing down to the joggers and oversized sweater you were wearing and you hair in a bun you had slept in.

“Fair, I’ll be waiting here,” he said and sat down on your sofa.

You went your room and went straight to your dresser.

There you found some simple, dark blue jeans, a black, short sleeved t-shirt and an oversized zip-up sweater. Very casual.

You were already going out of your comfort zone so you definitely weren’t wearing something out of your comfort zone.

You looked in the mirror to determine what to do with your hair.

You decided to take it out and throw it in a pony tail because of the kinks in your hair from the bun.

You also put on some lip balm, mascara and tinted brow gel to make it like you at least tried.

You walked out of your room and saw Tristan look up form his phone.

“Ready?” he asked. You nod as confirmation.

You moved to the hallway of your flat to put on your shoes.

You locked the door and went down to Tris’ car.

You arrived at the bar and Tris stopped the car.

He looked at you again as if asking if you were still okay with it you smiled back.

You appreciated how much he cared for you.

You went into the bar and were instantly met with the loud voices of various groups of people sitting and talking with each other.

You felt Tris take your hand and leading you to a booth in the back where the three guys and a girl you hadn’t met before were sitting in and deep in conversation.

You guessed they chose the back to avoid recognition as much as possible.

You stopped at the table they were sitting at and the four before stopped their conversation.

“Guys, this is Y/N,” Tris introduced. “You have met her before.”

“Yeah I remember you,” James started. “I’m James and this is Kirstie, my fiancée.” He introduced.

His fiancée held out her hand to shake yours, which you gladly took.

“I’m Brad.”

Shit.

That’s the handsome guy with the most gorgeous curls.

So his name is Brad.

Oh Lord, he’s so attractive.

“And I’m Connor, but call me Con,” the guy with the pastel pink hair said.

Connor sat in towards the wall on his right with Brad to his left.

Brad moved in a bit to make some space for you to sit beside him and you gratefully took the invitation. You were sitting shoulder to shoulder since the booth was a bit on small side. Sitting this close

“I’m just getting a chair,” Tris said.

The conversations ran smoothly and they included you in the conversations.

At first you didn’t give that much input in the conversations ‘cause you were still nervous but soon enough you loosened up a bit more and you made jokes with them. You felt at ease.

You do however notice that Kirstie looks at Brad with a raised eyebrow occasionally.

“It’s so good to have another girl today, Y/N,” Kirstie says. “Sometimes there’s just too much testosterone when you’re the only one.”

“Tell me about it,” you add. “Do you know how hard it is to keep up with him?” You ask, pointing at Tris.

“Hey! We’re not that bad!” Connor exclaims.

“Well, you guys can’t feel ‘cause you share the hormone,” Kirstie answers.

“Us people with estrogen can definitely feel it at times,” you point between yourself and Kirstie.

You laugh again but you stop when you feel a hand on your thigh.

You looked up to see Brad talking to James with his hand on your thigh.

Oh goodness, a really hot guy has his hand on your thigh.

This is not a drill people! His hand is on. Your. Thigh!

You could feel your face heat up. You weren’t used to this sort of attention from a guy.

You looked around for the bathroom and find the sign for the bathroom.

“I just need to go to the bathroom quick, I’ll be right back.” You say to the group.

“I also need to go,” Kirstie also says. “Scooch, James.”

James scooched and Kirstie made it out of the booth.

You go to the bathroom with Kirstie even though you only wanted to go in there to calm down and control your thoughts.

When you don’t go into a booth Kirstie looks at you with a questioning gaze.

“I thought you wanted to go to the bathroom?” She asks.

“Umm,” you think of what to say to her. “Not really.”

Really, Y/N? That’s the best you can think of?

“Is it Brad?” This throws you off.

“W-what are you talking about?” You stutter out.

“Sweetheart, I noticed it from when he introduced himself,” she tells you.

Your face heats up and you look anywhere but her face, fiddling with you fingers.

“Are you okay?” She asks when you don’t say anything.

“I’m just not used to this stuff,” you start. “Hell, it even took Tris a long time to convince me to come meet you guys ‘cause I’m not one to meet new people and then Brad is so pretty and handsome and puts his hand on my thigh and my heart keeps racing so much and I don’t frickin’ know why!”

You finish your rant with deep breaths.

“Well, he looks at you when you don’t notice,” Kirstie throws Brad under the bus.

“Really?” You ask to which she nods.

Than you piece it together.

“That’s why you’ve throwing him those looks!”

Again, she nods.

“Why don’t you take a few seconds to calm down, clear your mind and go back out and remember that Brad also feels what you feel but I actually to go the bathroom so I’m gonna go now.”

You laugh and nod.

She went into a booth and you took a deep breath before going out the door.

“I need to get going now, “ Connor tells you and motions for you and Brad to move out the booth and you both comply.

“Yeah, Kirstie and I should probably head home as well,” James says.

“Yeah let’s all go home now, do you need a lift on the way home?” Tristan asks Brad.

“Yeah, thanks, mate,” he answers.

You all hug each other and all move to your separate cars.

“Shotgun!” Brad declares and you smile at it.

You move to the backseat while he claims the prized front seat of Tris’ car.

“I’m gonna leave Y/N off first and then you, Brad, ‘cause Y/N lives closest,” Tris tells both of you and you nod.

During the short drive that was the journey to you flat you heard some music.

You arrived at your flat and you got of your car.

“Bye guys, nice to meet you Brad,” you say and they both return the goodbye.

You’re almost at the door of the apartment complex you rent your flat when you hear a door open.

“Hey Y/N!” Brad calls out to you and you turn around and see him jogging up to you.

“You almost forgot your phone,” He tells you.

“Oh! Thank you,” you thank him.

“You’re welcome.”

He turns around, walks a few steps before turning around to face you again.

“Could I have your number?” He asks you and you smile shyly and nod.

He unlocks his phone for you and you type in your number to his contacts.

“Thanks,” he says breathlessly.

“You’re welcome.”

You move to kiss his cheek and he blushes and you can’t keep that goofy smile off your face.

“Bye,” you both say simultaneously.

When he’s in the car again you unlock the door of the complex.

You do a little happy dance but nobody needs to know that.

#bradley simpson x reader #bradley simpson fluff #bradley simpson imagine #bradley simpson imagines #bradley simpson #bradley will simpson #brad simpson imagines #brad simpson x reader #brad simpson fluff #brad simpson imagine #Brad Simpson

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wisewidow · 3 years

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Devil Woman

PAIRING: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: She's got mischief on her mind.

Everything about her screamed warning signs, but the slight tilt of the corner of her mouth suggested she knew her prey well enough to be aware of their dismissal of these dangers. I cover my amused smile with my flute of champagne, taking a long sip.

Stark was throwing a charity gala to help cover the funds of the attack on New York. Natasha was here for the obvious reasons, her being one of the newly crowned heroes of the world, Maria Hill and I were also sent by Director Fury to represent S.H.I.E.L.D. and of course donate large sums of money. The three of us had joked earlier about the amount of old pigs and drunken young pigs-in-the-making we'd have to soldier through, and the redhead had joked about a competition of how many numbers she could score before three in the morning. Maria hadn't thought she was serious, but I knew her well enough to know this was more of a challenge than a game.

Doesn't matter now. Maria had bailed around an hour ago, leaving me to the mercy of Tristan Danes, an executive at Dane Corp. I stayed long enough to become disgusted by his attempts to woo me and left without his number but his wounded ego in my clutches. That left me two partners behind Nat.

I lean against the wall in the shadows, watching her place her hand on the arm of some brown-eyed guy. Something uncomfortable twists in my stomach. My gaze narrows as I tune out the music, the bustle of the party, and pretty much everything that affects my zeroing in on the pair. Is she actually enjoying this? Can't be. Can it?

I huff, annoyed but unsure as to why. Probably because Hill ditched. Parties are dull without the sharp-eyed woman's witty remarks, which she uses to dull the high levels of testosterone around us. I down the rest of my drink and tap my fingers against the glass lightly, distracted. Natasha kisses the man's cheek. In my fury I don't notice another man approach me.

"Excuse me, love, you look darling tonight—"

"Hold this." I shove the empty champagne flute into his arms and march on a warpath towards them at the bar. The crowd parts as I comb through them.

Natasha does not look surprised in the slightest to see me in front of her. She's laughing, and the sound is enough to make me stumble in my rage. The man she'd been flirting with turns around and I recognise him as Gregory Richards, a known golden boy. I sneer at him before he can greet me, shocking him into effective silence. I turn to my redheaded friend. "I need you to fix my lipstick. Come with me to the bathroom?"

"Your lipstick looks fine to me," she quips innocently.

"Can't you do it yourself?" Gregory asks with a good-natured laugh.

"We share a lipstick tube. I need her to do it."

"Oh."

I've set us into an awkward silence, but somehow poor Greg seems to be the only one experiencing the uncomfortable feeling. Natasha glares at me. I glare at him. He looks up as if praying to God for safety, strength, and alcohol.

"I'll . . . leave you two to your devices," he decides.

"I think that would be best," I say curtly, lacing my fingers through Natasha's and hauling her through the dance floor, down some stairs, and through a hallway. She doesn't object until we're far enough away from the noise and hollers of the party, which is when she plants her feet firmly on the ground, almost causing me to stumble.

"The bathroom is this way," she says pointedly. I note that she doesn't let go of my hand as she leads me there. Once inside, she locks the door and retrieves several balls of napkins and one business card from her pockets, tossing them in the sink. "Seven numbers, including Gregory's."

"And a business card."

"How many did you get?"

"My dress doesn't have pockets. But five. Threw 'em out as soon as I got them."

"Is that why you dragged me here? You're being a sore loser?"

My jaw clenches. "No."

Silence.

Natasha approaches slowly, pulling out a red lipstick tube. "Stand still, part your lips."

I do as I'm bid and she swipes the tube across my lips in two dragged out swipes. My eyes wander to her own mouth. Her expression is a blank slate. Not knowing what I'm thinking, or if I'm thinking anything at all, I close the distance between us until our noses are gently bumping together.

"You want this?" I ask carefully.

She kisses me in response. My right hand tangles through her short scarlet locks, the other rests on her waist to pull her body closer to mine. She sighs contentedly, her arms wrapping around my neck as she deepens the kiss, caressing the bare skin of my shoulder. Our mouths work perfectly against each other, sweet and sour with the added spice of the whiskey she'd been sipping on all night. I taste every heaven on her lips, and I want more. I gently tug on her hair as I part us, moving to trail butterfly kisses down her neck.

"Honey?" She says, breathless.

I hum.

"Let's move this to Stark's office."

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff oneshot #natasha romanoff fluff #scarlett johansson x reader #wlw #marvel wlw #mcu #black widow

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sunnysviolin · 3 years

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Master List for my blog

I write Omori headcanons and I love getting anons!!! If you have any requests or anything to share, please send it to me!! (Also I was told to put my kofi here instead of in my bio bc I can put a link here but!! no pressure to send me anything or anything like that! I answer anons regardless of coffees haha!- https://ko-fi.com/sunnyv)

Under the read more is everything I’ve written so far (It’s getting pretty long, so I thought I would keep the pinned post short)

AUs

Hero’s Journey with the Occult Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Hero’s Black Space Part 7 Art 1 Art 2

Mari Coma AU Part Two Part Three

Zombie Apocalypse AU

Hero’s Moving Castle AU Part Two

Broken Melody AU Part Two Part Three (Side Headcanon) Part Three (actual) Part Four Part Five

If someone else had been there the night of the recital Part Two

Royalty AU Part Two (Dragon Journey 1/2) Part Three (Dragon Journey 2/2)

Not Again AU Part Two

Mafia AU Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five (Mini) Part Six (Also Mini) Part 7 HeroMari Playlist Part 8 Part 9

Runaway AU Part Two Part Three

Shattered AU Part Two Part Three Part Four

Headcanons

Sunburn Headcanons- Future

Kelbrey soulmate AU- Brussles Sprouts and Orange Joe

Scary Viddy Game

Gen Charlene

Gen Mari

Sunnflower Casual Dates

Bread Twins Part Two

Hero and Kel Part Two

Gen Kel Part Two

Sunny is a Cryptid Part Two Part Three (Sleepover) Part Four

Sally Headcanons

Transfem Sunny

Basil’s Legal Troubles

Kimbrey headcanons

Kel saved Sunny (and all of them really)

Sunnflower Movies

Tristan Headcanons (My OC)

Angel Headcanons

Stranger Headcanons Part Two

Mari and Basil Friendship

Aubrey and Basil Siblinghood Part Two

Happy Mari *Mari Lives*

Demiromantic Hero

Joint Custody- OrangeCat Headcanons

General Maverick

Kelbrey- Secret Relationship

Come Home Series

Omori Continues

The Gang as Babies

HeroMari Children

Gen Kim

Sunkissed Gift Giving

Tics

Gen Hero

Hibi’s Basil Ask

Ghibli Movie Explanations

Gen Suntan

April Fools Day

Character Tag Asks

Sunny Dyes his Hair

Delinquent Guerilla Gardener Basil

Kimbrey Post Valentines Sweets

Big Brother Hero Part Two Part Three

Gen Sunny and Kel

Kel/Basil/Aubrey Gen

High School Sunny Part Two Part 3 Part Four Art 1

Semiverbal Sunny Part Two Part 3

Cats for Sale

Fun with Dentistry

Burnt Sunflower

Gen Heromari

Why I think Hero Forgives Sunny

Soup is Soup

Sunny Inherits Omori’s skills

Are Sprout Moles Vegan? A Thesis

World Traveling Part Two Part Three

Who Can Sing/ Sunny Hums

Sunnkissed- Kel’s Freckles

Music Note Ask Game

Gen Aubrey

Artist Sunny Part 2 (Children’s Author) Part Three

Daphne and Sunny

My Favorite Character (Meta)

Flowers or Consequences Unexpected Sequel Part Three?

Sunny is a Misleading Name

Happy Birthday Mari Posts White Day Pt 2

Symbolism in Omori

Nonbinary Kel Part Two Part Three Part Four

Neurodivergent Basil Part Two Part Three (ADHD)

Polly Headcanons

NB/Transmasc Basil Part Two Part Three

Sunny is a nickname

Mari has OCD Part Two

Social Media Headcanons Part Two Part Three

Suntan- How they got together

Autistic Sunny Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six

Why I Think Sunny Doesn’t Physically Self Harm (Meta)

Sunnflower- How Basil fell back in love with Sunny

Aubrey and Kel on Mari’s birthday after she dies

Everyone saw Something

How Mari Got Mewo

Sunny’s Eyepatches Part Two Part Three

Aubrey’s gang (The Hooligans) and Sunny’s group

Sunny and Bo En

Pets Part Two

Kel’s Egg Puns

Sunny is a Crow Part Two

Nonbinary Sunny Part Two

Why Sunny Hates Sweetheart

Trans Hero Part Two Part Three (Kind of) Part Four Part Five Part Six

Basil and the Hooligans

HeroMari Wedding Part Two Part Three

Full Fics

New Normal

Promises

Choices- Sunny’s Mother Introspection LINK TO REWRITE

In Vino Veritas

White Dresses and Wedding Vows

Not Again (Multichapter Fic UPDATES 8/15/21)

When Everything is Made to be Broken

Forget

Patient is the Night

New Traditions

Shoelaces Fanart

Braids Fanart

Zines I Participated In

Memories

Fanfic Recs

Part One Muse’s Picks

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steve0discusses · 3 years

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Yugioh S5 Ep 18: A Series of Ecological Disasters

Booting up ye old Yugioh, booting up a new aesthetic playlist to type to. (today’s playlist is webcore, which would feel like such a damn fake aesthetic, if it weren’t that every single one of these -core aesthetics are pretty damn fake and everyone knows it.)

Anyway, it’s been so long that, I’ll be honest, I thought I booted up the wrong episode:

I usually skip the anime intro, but I try to watch it once each arc, cuz the intros change, and this arc was like “screw it, here’s all the other villains, just pretend this arc isn’t happening.” They had Pegasus, they had Marik, they have Bakura (who is kind of in this shot as well, you can see him phasing in there.) And like...I guess they’re hiding the villain of this arc or something because that was it. Alexander the Great got just nixed from this villain list and that’s a shame.

Just a real weird choice, but since apparently this arc didn’t air in Japan they probably had to outsource this anime intro and whatever studio in charge of it just cobbled together stuff from every other season and then a couple of shots of capsule stuff.

Speaking of capsule stuff: get a load of how many freakin lines the animators have to deal with every time they draw Grandpa.

Bro saw this and was like “oh yeah, this is a Shonen Jump” and yeah. The hair does give those vibes. We got a good look at what Vegeta would look like if he really let himself go.

(read more under the cut)

Sorry, my playlist started playing a song where every single line of the song is “Adrien Brody” and it took me like a few minutes to realize I was listening to “Brodyquest” completely seriously.

Damn it, webcore, don’t betray me like this.

Anyway, this arc does something super surprising: Yugi actually hugs somebody and doesn’t look like he’s going to pass out standing up.

It is pretty fitting that the good Yugi hug would go to Grandpa.

And, as night falls, Joey Wheeler has gotten hungry, and there is nothing to eat but his new best friend and spirit animal, baby dragon. Unfortunately he shares life points with the dragon, and I think if you eat it that just instakills you.

And directly underneath him--since this world is like 100 feet wide and things just conveniently happen--Tea has told everyone that they needed to stop worrying about Joey. Which is a lot coming from Tea, because her worrying about Yugi/Yami getting hurt is most of what occupies her headspace in this series.

But even Tea was like, screw Joey, I guess.

Who kinda just falls directly into them upside down, and shows us what Joey’s hair looks like when it’s sticking straight up.

For reals, admire how long Joey Wheeler’s hair is. If Tea were upside down, she would have the same length of hair.

Also speaking of Vegeta, I am low key concerned that Joey has what appears to be a significant amount of male pattern balding going on for a teenager.

Apparently getting set on fire many, many times did have an effect on Joey, and this massive pompadour he wears is a combover. Poor baby.

Holy crap, if this is what card stress and getting killed multiple times did to Joey Wheeler, can you imagine what’s going on under Seto’s bangs? That’s probably why his bangs ride so low, Seto likely wears a freakin toupee.

Guys, Joey’s gonna lose his hair at 25 at this rate. Those locks just aren’t long for this world. Poor baby.

After Joey rejoins the party, he immediately eats all of their food. Not sure why they can’t just have Baby Dragon eat like...whatever Baby Dragon naturally eats...and then transform that into shared Joey Wheeler life points, but it’s not clear exactly how much of a life-connection they have with their Yugioh monsters. Not like it matters because Joey Wheeler is default starving all the time anyway.

Tristan has decided we should start laying blame, I guess because Duke Devlin isn’t here anymore to be the local kill joy. This doesn’t seem to be important at any point, and most of the characters are just ignoring Tristan because like...once you’re in the haunted game in a haunted tomb in a random part of India--it’s kind of moot to argue about who’s fault that is, youknow?

Joey reminds us that he found this quest item in a treasure chest under a secret waterfall. No one says “that was convenient that you landed there after getting chased through a ravine by man-eating birds after you got your dragon from when you got your crotch injury from getting spliced by that tree.”

Which is when Tea says “Wait! We haven’t had a plot thing happen in like 4 seconds! Wait!”

Hey what degree of “I don’t trust nature” do you have to be to assume that all the flowers are trying to eat you?

Like what level of anxiety is Tea where she not only is like “pretty sure the flowers are going to destroy us?” but also...she’s correct? Like she’s not wrong.

They set the dog flowers on fire, but unlike the Jungle Book this doesn’t solve any problems (which apparently got taken off the Disney+ kid’s menu so...yet again, I make a Disney reference in these recaps that future generations will not understand because so much of the Disney library has been banned from the vault. It’s almost like Disney should let go of that copyright they held on for like a hundred years, because what they’re holding on to is only going to get more racist with time. But nah. Gotta hold on with their greedy mickey mouse gloves.)

So instead of using fire, Tristan used his monster to electrocute the air (?) and blind the dogs. Wisely, the animators quickly jumped to this other scene so we wouldn’t have to analyze why it’s suddenly daytime or why that plan would even work.

Joey and Tristan do a lot of buddy buddy stuff this arc. Usually we see a lot of Joey and Yugi’s bottomless friendship, but we don’t get this much Tristan/Joey love. So shippers rejoice, these two seem to have several coordinated dances and songs...and I’d say that teens don’t typically do that, but I went to summer camp, there are situational places where teens will sing the entire vacation and make coordinated dances.

Weirdly, since Joey and Tristan share so much time together, this also means Tea and Yugi actually sit next to eachother for a lot of this arc, almost as if they were a couple. Mind you, they’re chaperoned closely by Grandpa, but youknow...that’s a different energy than I’m used to seeing.

That and like, they can’t have Tea dance with them because last time she did a dance, it was like a DDR fight and she elbowed some guy like it was a fisticuffs situation. Like there was some sort of dance war going on behind the scenes of Yugioh’s card war, and it came up once and I guess Tea resolved it and the dance fights haven’t come back since.

Overall, if they did a dance with Tea, they would get kneed in the face, so that’s probably why they insist on doing cancans as a duet and not a trio.

After Joey and Tristan freak out over having no food, Tea decides to just start eating in front of them.

and like...didn’t Joey eat that food yesterday? Like last night? The short term memory loss on all these fools.

Immediately after this we realize something weird in the water. That’s right, it’s a massive head.

Yugi seems to have forgotten they lit this turtle on fire and electrocuted the entire sky the night before. Not that it mattered.

There were like...nesting birds on those trees on that island. What the hell? They just killed so MANY of those man-eating dogs that are flowers.

Seriously are land turtles allowed to just...dive underwater for long periods of time? How does that ecosystem even work? It’s like...That’s wild to think about.

Inside the temple, they have to fight a genie or something.

In case you were wondering, the only reason Tea and Grandpa got iced is because they were the closest to the door. The two who were actually standing out of harms way were the closest to harm the whole time.

Bro tells me this is also what will happen to you if you are in the front or the back of the party while playing Cthulu D&D

Anyway, Pharaoh decides to disclose that his big problem of feeling guilty all the time and taking all the blame, which he did all of last season...is still a huge problem he will probably never tackle.

Straight up, don’t be fooled by my caps, everyone else has completely forgotten about Alex, who is still running around that temple up there. They haven’t even asked Grandpa “hey is this your protege? Is this your mentee you never told us about?” Nah. They already forgot.

How wild is it that Pharaoh thinks this is all his fault when he was the only one who was like “YUGI IT’S A TRAP DON’T GO IN THE- well...OK I guess we’re doing this, fine.” Is he upset he didn’t take control from Yugi and walk back to the plane? Because that’s the only way he could even be partially responsible, He was the only guy who was like “I see the end from the beginning on this y’all, and it’s the massive pyramid in India.”

Speaking of forgetting, they came across this language Pharaoh has decided to have nothing to do with.

This was actually a riddle and it was like...it was a riddle, sure, I guess.

And so Joey Wheeler does not hallucinate his dead wife from a previous incarnation and get on the back of his Baby Dragon to sail away into the sunset. Instead they’re just gonna walk.

Too bad Tea’s orb covered in wings only seems to hover a bit. Every single wing on that weird orb is absolutely useless.

And then Pharaoh’s pokemon is just a fire--which is hard to sit on--and Celtic Guardian...who would allow it, sure, but probably doesn’t fly (I think. He might fly)

And then Tristan’s Pokemon kinda seems like if you sit on it, you will get electrocuted. It can probably fly though. It’s very round. Seems like an anime thing that the more round your mascot character is, the more likely it can at least bounce a good distance.

So, next time, I’m just going to assume that we are going to do even more camping. And youknow, if you told me exactly HOW MUCH CAMPING was in this card game show with super future tech, I would not have believed you. But like...a lot of this series is set in the woods right? Like a lot a lot? I have grown to appreciate the woods.

Anyway, as always, if you just got here, this is a link to read these in chrono order:

https://steve0discusses.tumblr.com/tagged/yugioh/chrono

See you next time!

#yugioh #yu-gi-oh #recap #photo recap #S5 #Yugi muto #yami muto #grandpa muto #tea gardner #joey wheeler #tristan taylor #baby dragon #Ep18

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bellasweetwriting · 4 years

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The Exact Moment Is Already Too Late

spencer reid x f.reader

(not my gif)

masterlist

plot: he’s been waiting so long to tell you his feelings, waiting for the right moment, that maybe, the moment already past.

warnings: typical criminal minds stuff, fluff, angst, sexual assault

word count: 2,3k

"When are you gonna tell her, Spence?" Asked JJ to him in his ear, scaring him. "Sorry to startle you, it's just that you've been staring at her for weeks!"

It was true. You were the new agent in training at the BAU, more likely called "Hotch's assistant" since you've been following the boss around everywhere he went. And Spencer has had his eyes on you since day one.

You entered the BAU office for the first time three months ago, smelling like soft vanilla that immediately caught the young Doctor's attention.

As you recall, Spencer quickly stood up when you walked in wearing your marine blue blazer, a short skirt, and a soft pink shirt. You looked fearless, spreading your confidence through the office at every step you took. That immediately hooked Reid's eyes to you.

"Agents," Hotch talked to the entire room. The boss caught Reid, still staring at you. "Reid..." he said with an angry voice, making Spencer wake up from his daydream and concentrate on what Hotch had to say. "As I was saying, I want you to meet Agent Y/N Y/L/N, she will be learning from the BAU for a little while, joining us in cases. I want you to allow Y/L/N to learn from us, how we function, since as soon as she passes her evaluation, she'll be joining us. Understood?" Everyone nodded. "Any questions?"

"Yeah," quickly intervened Morgan, "why are you being evaluated?"

"Let's say..." you stuttered, "I had some incident a while ago, in my other department, but... I am ready to learn from you guys."

And that was three months, the moment Spencer saw you for the first time. He couldn't tell you what he felt, not now at least. He was waiting for the right time; the right moment.

"Agents, we got a case. Conference room in five," said Hotch walking towards the room being followed by you.

"You are going to tell her after the case," mumbled JJ to him. "I'm tired of seeing you drooling for her every time she walks into a room. Let's go."

As soon as Spencer entered the room, he saw you sitting at your usual spot, with your little notebook in your hand, and ready to listen to the case. Nervously, Spencer glanced over at JJ, who encouraged him to sit next to you with her eyes. He let out a deep breath before taking sit by your side. You gave him a little smile as a greeting, and he gave it back. You had no idea how that simple gesture made him feel on the inside.

"Two women have been attacked in Cambridge, Massachusetts. All Harvard University students" presented Hotch as he showed the pictures of the girls, "both between the ages of eighteen and nineteen. Bodies have been found near the campus. There are no signs of struggle or sexual assault. But they have all head injuries, and their throats have been sloat with a sharp object."

"He's been hitting them in the head and then cutting their throats as if the head injury wasn't enough? He really wants them dead," pointed out Emily, but you quickly burst into the conversation.

"How are we sure is a "he"?" You asked, confusing the team. "No signs of sexual assault, they were clearly attacked by behind, so it could be impulsive, out of hate, that'd explain the cut of the throat." You looked at the rest of the team. "I mean, Harvard is a hard school to get into. That could provocate some stress in teenagers. And seeing all those pretty girls, living their best life, I don't know, could trigger jealousy at high levels."

"Are you implying that a teenage girl killed those girls?" Asked Morgan.

"I'm saying that we shouldn't rule out the possibility of the killer being a woman. Clearly, there is no preference for looks. Both girls are completely different in looks, don't you see? Girls can be tough, too."

Spencer looked at you. How was that you had so much confidence? You were never scared to say what you think the moment you think of it. What you were saying was uncommon and bold, you knew it, but still, you decided to say it, not letting your voice to get lost in the team by the rest. He admired you.

"I mean, it makes a little bit of sense. There's clearly nothing that connects the girls other than their sex and the way they were killed," tried Emily to back you up. "We can't rule out the possibility of the killer being a woman yet until we have enough evidence."

"Actually," interrupted Spencer, "women serial killers are not likely to kill like this. I mean, this killer murdered these girls by cutting their throats out after hitting them on the back of the head. I look at this as an act of cowardy, rather than an act of hate. Why would a woman attack from behind when by just the fact of being of the same sex, she gains more trust from the victim? Female serial killers tend to kill strangers by shooting, makes the killing less personal. Women serial killers try to go low-profile, and this guy is clearly trying to make a statement."

"Political?" Asked Rossi.

"Maybe, or it could be social," answered Reid. "These girls shared their education and also their social status. Harvard's costs are really high, and most of the students come from socially benefit backgrounds and also add to the fact that they were pretty girls so, it also may be a protest against the Upper Class. The lack of patron between both victims gives us multiple possibilities. All kinds of different types of killers are on the table right now, including females."

"Or maybe the killer knew them..." you whispered, standing up. "Look at the girls' bracelets in this picture," you pointed to the team. "It's a sorority bracelet. And look at the pictures of the crime scene... they don't have them anymore. These girls knew each other."

"And probably their killer too," said Hotch. "Wheels up in 30."

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Spencer sat next to you at the police department. You were curious about this. He usually sats with JJ or Rossi, and today, he was next to you all the time.

After a few hours of the team's arrival, another body was found on campus with the same injuries as the other two, and she also belonged to the same sorority that the other two victims. Your theory of the killer knowing the victims and the idea that it could be a woman was only raising.

"Everything okay, Reid?" You asked, and he nodded.

"I just... wanted to tell you," he stuttered, "that what you said, about the killer being a woman, was a bold move. I mean, it never crossed my mind that possibility."

"Thanks, Reid," you thanked him with a little smile. "I just remembered when I was in high school, and the stress teenagers got though these days scares me. Sometimes it is hard to maintain yourself on tack, you know?"

"Sure," he mumbled. "Although if this killer is female, it could be possible that is a team killer."

"What are you saying over there, Reid?" Asked Morgan, catching everyone's attention. Now all the team was looking towards your direction.

"If we take the chance that this killer is female, it may be a team killer. It kinda makes sense, now that I think about it. You see, the cuts and the injuries in the head are signs of hate, but the way the body was placed. Eyes closed, the hair isn't in a mess, her hands are placed over her stomach... the killer knows these victims, maybe is a sign of remorse." Spencer stood up. "I know it is a long shot, but what if it is a female killer working with a male killer. Morgan, you pointed out that it was unlikely that a girl would provocate these murders, and in part, you are right. And why attack from behind if you already have the victims' trust by being a female. What if the killers also noticed that and—"

"While the woman talks to the victim, the man attacks from behind," you intervened. "We saw it ourselves, the injuries aren't typical from a woman, but they are from a man."

"One does the talking and the other talk. That could explain the lack of struggle from the three victims," said Hotch. "How do we catch these guys?"

"I mean, if it is a team killer, it is more likely that the man holds power over the woman," started Spencer; " the lack of sexual motivation in the killings could probably mean that the killers are in love and these murders are personal."

"If we find a minimal connection between the victims, we could find who killed them."

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And you found it.

Turns out, the three girls have had a one night stand. All of them with the same guy and kept secret from the other members of the sorority.

You and Reid asked the members of the house if someone that could be involved with this guy could do something to the girls, and no name came to mind.

"The boyfriend thing it's not a coincidence," you told Reid before stopping one of the sorority. "Hey, uh, is there any other girl here who hooked up with this guy too?"

"Yeah, Mia, but she's not here right now."

"Could you call her? And then could you tell me if there has been any girl that has left the sorority or been rejected and took it very badly?"

"Actually, there is one girl... Kiara McLaggen... she threw rocks to our windows after we rejected her, but she got expelled like four months ago."

"Thanks, and this guy, Tristan, did he knew Kiara?"

"Yeah, he's her brother."

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You and Spencer were able to warn the team on time, and Morgan caught Kiara and Tristan waiting outside of Mia's classroom. Turns out, Kiara was really upset about not being able to get in the sorority and being expelled from Harvard that her brother helped her on taking revenge on the girls that made that to her. He got to know his victims and then murdered them in cold blood.

Spencer was looking out of the window in the plane when you decided to sit next to him. He smiled at you, and you smiled back.

"Y/L/N," called you Hotch, making Spencer turn around too, "you passed your evaluation. Welcome officially to the BAU." You couldn't help but smile.

"That's my girl!" Yelled Morgan while everyone cheered. You glanced over at Reid by your side, who was clapping too. "Congrats, Y/L/N."

"Thank you," you whispered before opening your edition of The Portrait of Dorian Gray and reading.

You noted how Spencer was staring at you, and you didn't want to ask, so you decided to ignore it and keep reading your book. A few minutes past until he opened his mouth.

"I like Oscar Wilde," was the only thing that left his mouth, and you chuckled. "Sorry. I was overreading your book."

"It's okay, Spencer." That was the first time you've called him by his name, and that appeared to make him smile. "I like Oscar Wilde, too."

"We have something in common!" He immediately regretted the way he said that.

"We have a lot in common, Reid." And with that, you continued to read, not noticing how you left Spencer, not being able to stop smiling.

When the jet landed, your destination was clearly getting a cup of coffee and then going to your home and rest. You were tired, you wanted to take a bath and go to sleep. But as soon as you walked towards your car, Spencer stood in front of it.

"You are blocking my way, Reid."

"I like you," he said, surprising you. He what? "I... I've liked you for months now, and JJ said that I should tell you, and I was looking for the best moment to do it, but I was scared. Now I know that the moment is never going to arrive, and if it did, I probably missed it, and now it is late, but I like you, Y/N, so much."

You gently smiled.

"Do you know why I was suspended from my other department, Reid?" He shook his head. "My coworker tried to make a move on me, and I punched him in the face." He opened his eyes and chuckled, but suddenly, that little laugh disappeared, giving space for terror in his eyes. "I got suspended, he didn't, I requested a transfer to the BAU and Hotch offered to do my evaluation. I haven't told anyone in the team yet, only Hotch knows, and that's because he is evaluating me."

You took a deep breath.

"What I'm trying to say is that I suck at these things, I suck at showing my feelings, and I can be a little rough and over the top. I pretend to be bolder than I actually am. And that... I wanted you to know because... I like you too, and I needed you to know that if you ever do something to me, I know how to defend myself." Both of you laughed. "I don't actually know why I say it, I really don't know how to do this kind of stuff. It's kinda dumb."

"No," he whispered, "it's perfect. I'm glad you told me. Now I know not to mess with you." You smiled before he slowly leaned in and kissed your lips softly for a few seconds. He gently broke apart, staring at you. "Would you like to watch a movie with me?"

"I would love to..."

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