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hopelesslyromanticshark · 3 months

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Would you mind writing a Fic about daughter of Selene and son of Poseidon, Percy? And their Relationship is sort off based off how the moon affects the ocean tides?

⋆⭒˚.⋆ percy jackson x daughter of selene! reader hcs

content: percy jackson x daughter of selene! reader hcs warning: language as per usual author's note: i made it hcs bc i didn't feel like i had enough plot to make a fic and a blurb wouldn't do this fun prompt justice so this is what we get folks!!!

bro is quite literally drawn to you

can't stay away

you just keep pulling him in

if you have a good day, he has a good day

if you have a bad day, he has a bad day

you affect this dude in ways you don’t even know

what can he say, he's an empath

just for you tho

listens to 'moon song' by phoebe bridgers and crys bc he thinks of you

oh, and 'moon river' by frank ocean

oh and basically any other song that mentions the moon

will def send you constants texts like,

'you look just like your momma. beautiful.'

this is followed by the most beautiful picture of the moon you've ever seen

this bitch got you in yo feels

also sally is adopting you without a doubt

you are now her precious moon child, no arguing or stopping it now

you both get into some crazy shit at night

like, no, officer, we did not break into sea world and free the sharks, sir, why would we do that???

actively wearing sea world shirts that still have the tags on

sally and paul laughed the whole time bailing you guys out of jail

also, i like to imagine you're more active at night, so that makes you a sleepy girl during the day and percy is just your walking pillow

you can take a nap nearly anywhere and that includes percy's shoulder as he's trying to pay attention to whatever will is trying to teach them about healing but he can't focus with your breath puffing out against his neck

and then even when the class is over, he refuses to move and wake you up

would actually rather die than wake you up

also i like to image that you glow at night similarly to apollo kids but in silver tones

which is why your name in percy's phone is glowstick

he finds it amusing

you, not so much

also percy has grown very fond of night swims since getting with you

just you and him, floating somewhere in the lake and letting the only light being from the moon

he finds it calming and so do you

this, upon a joking dare, would turn into skinny dipping one night but thats a story for another day fr

let's just say you two also accidently became streakers that night too

chiron was not happy

the hermes cabin thought it was very amusing, seeing as they were the ones who stole your clothes in the first place.

the night swims ended after that, in fear of another streaking incident

everytime percy's back home for school, he fr goes out on the balcony and plays 'talking to the moon' by bruno mars (cheesy mfer)

and cries bc he misses you

and i just know your mommas laughing at him from her spot at the moon

the boy who's lovesick for her baby girl

the boy who reminds her of his father's waves

drawn in and away but always back in again

#postcards from covey ౨ৎ #all my love ౨ৎ #pjo #pjo fandom #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #percy jackson x reader #percy pjo

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moonlight-tmd · 4 months

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How do you feel about merformers?

And for something fluffy, Blitz and Bee making and sharing snacks together!

Merformers are a fun concept, like those biotech fellas swimming in the sea and somehow ending up in lake erie and meet each other. Autobots are your local normal mermaids while Decepticons are sirens (the evil versions, most often resembling sharks in the fish half).

BlitzBee and making lunch for each other- sweet! I feel like Blitz would know Bee is all for sweet stuff and tried his best to get some but for there's just not much to get in the ranks, outside of the supplies Swindle provides. I think he knows few recipes and tries his best to make rust cookies in their humble kitchen and ngl they turn out decent, they aren't the best but at least they're not burned.

Bee has all the things he needs, but 0 cooking skills. He is a pretty good mixologist so most often he'll make fun smoothies and drinks for Blitz to try out on their meetings. Sometimes he steals stuff Optimus baked and brings them too, the food he himself makes is... edible.

Speaking of snacks- i once had an idea about Bee finding Blitz's snacks. Blitz is part of the Autobots team by now and Bee was looking for something to eat cuz he ran out of his sweets in the secret stash and stumbled upon a box of nicely prepared metal salad in Blitz's art room. And so, like any partner would do, he ate Blitzwing's salad. It was... kinda good actually.

Blitz found him eating the salad after a while, he had that uneasy expression when Bee asked about it. Blitz took the salad away from him and told him to not eat his food, Bee assumed he was upset that he ate his food. But that didn't stop him, from time to time he would go out of his way to find the same nicely prepared salad hidden in different spots in the art room, one time Ratchet caught him eating a salad and Bee told him Blitz made it. He didn't know why the old docbot had a disgusted expression the moment he offered him some.

Later he overheard Ratchet scold Blitzwing for letting Bee eat his food and that he better not let him eat any more. So from that moment all the salad he was finding mysteriously disappeared. No matter how much he asked Blitz to give some to him, he wouldn't. He never knew why it was bad for him to eat something so tasty and healthy- like, Prowl had salads all the time, why was it bad for him to eat one too?

Yeaaah, Bee has developed a taste for cannibalism by accident. Neither Ratchet or Blitzwing let him know about it tho. And if you ask why Blitzwing had mech metal to make the salads, he just took some from the corpses of stray 'cons that Ratchet was supposed to scrap and instead he somehow got persuaded into letting Blitz take care of them in secret (maybe so they save on fuel cuz Blitz needs a lot of it).

Geez it was supposed to be fluffy and it still somehow took a dark turn...

#maccadam #tfa #ask box #blitzbee

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baziutawrites · 1 year

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Tantalizing

Xavier Thorpe x Female OC

Beginnings part 2

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WARNING! There are smutty parts throughout this piece. Proceed with caution if you are under 18 yrs old.

Was she the one that he dreamt about?

If someone said he was making a fool of himself, they would be completely right.

But now Xavier had a bit more pressing matters at hand, than to worry about not looking like an idiot. Like a growing hard-on that would be very hard to conceal while wearing a pair of swimming trunks. Another one was Val and her hands still against his chest, the touch almost burning his skin. But he kept his arm around her, unable to let go as he stared into her face, completely lost for words.

How could it be? Was it truly her? Why?

She wasn't the only one with grey eyes and those glints of green dancing around her hair. Surely there was an explanation for that. Like, a magnetic field? Or chemical imbalance in the air? Or—

"Like what you see?" She wiggled her eyebrows at him, her own face feeling a little warm from the intensity of his stare.

"Yes." He blurted out, eyes now darting away from her as his blurry vision from before started invading his mind. "Wait, no! No, I mean, yes. I—"

He let go of her suddenly, as if she burned him, almost making her topple backwards.

"Last one in water is a loser!" Ajax came to his rescue, noticing his best friend's distress.

Xavier bolted towards the lake, praying she didn't notice his raging boner he now sported. Ajax splashed in right behind him and Xavier could swear he felt the judgement of his friend's stare through his skin.

"What was that?" Gorgon murmured, his dark eyes searching his friend's face with a knowing grin.

"I am stupid." Xavier groaned, dunking his head underwater.

***

Somehow he ended up with Divina's camera in his hands and an idea came to his drunken mind.

"Hey, we should document the meetings. Have a chronicle, snap some pictures. What d'yall think?"

That's how he got tasked with being the cameraman for the night, clicking away, catching some silly moments. But he also did some portraits - the idea pitched to him by Ajax and he gladly followed with it. He did everything in his power not to spend too much time taking pictures of Val separately, so he resorted to having her in the frame almost every time he took a group one. He promised to upload them from his own laptop later on if Divina agreed to lend him the camera for longer.

***

When he got back to the dorm with Rowan, he immediately went to the laptop. Thankfully his roommate went straight to his bathroom, so he could flip through the pictures, stopping at the ones with Val without raising suspicion. He felt the heat spreading through his body again and he had to stop himself from palming his dick through his sweatpants. He felt like a pervert, but couldn't take his eyes off of one particular picture of her that made his dick get harder and harder, his still tipsy mind swimming.

His phone dinged and he saw he'd been added to a group chat.

Divvy

Yooo

Heeey 🥰

Jaxxo

I'm soo drunk

But the pics @Xav

Tana

Where the pics!

Just the good ones tho

Give us the pics pretty boy!

Xavier gaped at the last message. The heat pooled in his core and he felt his body tingling with excitement. Pretty boy. His hand cupped his erection at once but before he could relieve the tension, the door of Rowan's bathroom clicked and he almost jumped out of his chair at the sound. He quickly clicked away to send the entire folder from the night and locked himself in his own bathroom before Rowan could see him in this state.

His phone trembled in his hand as he fought with himself. This would be wrong, so, so wrong to do.

But maybe… just this one time. Just once. Wouldn't hurt, right?

He stepped into his shower, his hard on heavy in between his legs, feeling ashamed of what he was about to do. But when he sat down on the cold floor, warm water spraying his side and he opened that one particular picture of Val - of his friend - he could not help himself anymore. His eyes roamed over the half naked form of her, as she was just out of the lake in the middle of drying her hair with a towel, making a face at the camera. His palm traveled down his stomach to grip his shaft and he let out a small gasp, his eyes never leaving the picture. It felt so wrong, yet so right. He started to work his fist over his cock and as the jolts of pleasure washed through him, every last piece of self control flew out of the window.

Just this once. Just once. He would not speak about this to anyone, he would never open this picture again, he told himself as he jerked himself off, imagining his friend to be the one that worked her hands over his dick. This would not become a regular thing, surely not.

***

He lied to himself.

The weeks leading up to the Poe Cup were turning more and more unbearable for him. Not only his dreams seemed to overcompensate with the frequency for the brief time he didn't have them, but just her mere presence started to make him hot and bothered. He started imagining his dream encounters in real time, oftentimes having to excuse himself mid conversation, or even worse, during the Foreign Beings and Legends class they were paired together at. He felt ashamed, while he then fisted his cock in the bathroom stall, the picture of Val he promised himself not to look at again, displayed on his screen, among many other pics he took during the meetings. His eyes fixated on her face as he came over his hands, biting his lips not to let out any sound. And then he had to come back and watch her, pretending he didn't do this filthy things mere minutes before, as his imagination ran wild again when she smiled at him.

It only made it worse, being combined with the conflicting, constant need to be around her. He was desperate to hear her voice, listen to what she had to say, to be the one she talked to, that made his chest warm. Without it, he felt this weird tension in it, almost as if his heart wanted to rip its way out of there.

Yet she still confused him. On one hand, she gave him all those signals - every time she touched his hand it made him feel sparks between them, he noticed how her breath seemed to quicken a little, or how she stood a bit closer than she needed to whenever they spoke, the way she looked at him over her shoulder when they parted their ways with a smile that made the butterflies in his stomach go crazy, he was almost sure she liked him a bit more than a friend. The same way he seemed to like her.

But then she did those little gestures with Kent too. She looked from under her eyelashes at Rowan whenever he talked to her about his Botany homework - a subject she seemed to be very good at although she chose not to show off during classes like Bianca.

Her confidence intimidated him as much as it seemed to draw more people to her the more she socialized. And she didn't even have any social media presence.

Maybe this meant nothing at all? Maybe she just was this friendly with everyone? But this thought did not help him as his eyes actively sought her out in the corridors.

***

Yoko introduced Val to Enid a few days before the Poe Cup. They needed a fourth person onto their Black Cats' team and Val was their first pick. She was a great swimmer, as the word from her practice spread on. Val agreed - the competition was supposed to be very dangerous and she longed for something exciting, different than the schoolwork. There were supposed to be no rules. However, this also seemed to apply to her new friend. She didn't expect Enid to know almost everything about everyone at Nevermore, despite not knowing everyone in person.

"So, what's with you and Xavier? Cuz I've seen the looks he has been giving you and ohmygod that's sooo exciting like, the way he always stands in a way that he could see you, and he looks, like literally, he like stares so much, like this must mean something, right? I mean…"

It went on for hours while they prepared the boat for the competition near the shore. And it made Val feel a bit fuzzy. Could Xavier really like her this much?

"I feel like he isn't really that interested if at all, Enid." Val mused, trying to tone the girl down a notch. "He has been kinda avoiding me lately. Like, he walks away in the middle of us talking quite often. Doesn't really scream 'interested' to me to be honest."

There was a brief pause in which Enid shook her head and giggled.

"Xavier’s the captain of one of the other teams. You could try flirting with him to see if he 'isn't really that interested', you know? Oh, he's also on the team with Ajax, ohmygod, did I tell you about Ajax? He is so cute!"

Val and Yoko shared a look and smiled at each other, as the other girl blabbered away about her obvious crush. At least it saved them from further interrogation.

Val liked Xavier, that was for sure. But she didn't think of him as a person to be interested in her in any other way than just a friend. He seemed really stiff at times, distant and even avoided her recently. However, Enid was supposed to be the observant one, so testing the theory out wouldn't hurt. It might even be fun.

***

The day of the race came fast and Val couldn't help but feel excited about the oncoming challenge. Underneath the shivers however was a weird, a bit heavy weight in her stomach. What if she makes a fool out of herself? She fixed the leather-like material of her catsuit, checking if everything was tied as it should be, feeling the ears flopping annoyingly in the wind. Enid really had a field day with those costumes.

She saw Xavier's team exit their tents and she snorted at the utmost ridiculous sight that greeted her eyes. The jester costumes were something else.

This caused his eyes to meet hers and she gave him a big smile with a wink, that he reciprocated, although his eyes went down, sheepishly and she could see his neck reddened a little. Okay, this could still mean nothing. She needed more solid evidence. Enid giddily nudged her shoulder and gave her thumbs up before they settled into their boats.

The idea of Xavier slowly grew on her and she had to admit, she couldn't help but admire his hands whenever he showed off his abilities to make his art move or how she tried not to stare at his jawline, whenever he had his hair pulled back into a bun. He certainly was handsome.

She looked to the side only to meet Xavier's eyes immediately and went for a bolder move - she blew him a kiss over her shoulder and to her pleasant surprise, heard the paddle clatter as he most certainly dropped it. This was curious.

She missed the knowing glances Enid and Ajax exchanged between themselves.

***

Xavier couldn't even focus on such a simple task as rowing and he cursed under his breath, as the Black Cats kept getting smaller and smaller ahead of them. The picture of Val's ass in that tight, pleather costume and the kiss she blew him were messing with his head and the competition didn't even start properly.

They were the last out of three boats left to arrive on the island. He and Ajax, being the best runners, set out sprinting into the woods. They had no idea where the flags could be, so they separated in order to cover as much ground as possible.

And then he saw her in this god forsaken catsuit, holding his flag, hers nowhere to be seen, sporting a sneaky smirk on her face. Something wasn't quite right.

***

She smirked, as she watched Xavier stop dead in his tracks like a deer in the headlights. She straightened, planting her feet firmly on the stone she was standing on and hid the flag unsuccessfully behind her back. The top of it comically towered over her head but the gesture seemed to get the point across, as he slowly started towards her, his eyes narrowed.

"I don't think those are your colours." He pointed at the material flapping in the air over her head when he stopped in front of her. She raised her eyebrow at him, a challenge in her gaze, her eyes on the same level with his.

"Maybe, maybe not. But it's mine now. Finders keepers."

She turned swiftly, her hand stretched out behind her back as Xavier snatched at her from the other side and she laughed at him huffing in fake annoyance, his full lips fighting a smile. They both knew he could easily overpower her if he wanted to but the fact he didn't made her feel tiny butterflies in her stomach. He was a competitive one and yet, he stood there, playing with her instead of trying to get to the boat in time.

"Nuh-uh." She wiggled her finger at him and he let out a chuckle. "You've gotta earn it."

"Earn it?"

"Yeah. Pay for it, in other words."

"Smartass." He mumbled with a smile and tried snatching at the flag from the other side and he lurched forward, bumping his cheek against her nose. "How do I pay for… for it."

He now seemed to notice the proximity of their faces, his breath fanning her cheek as he turned towards her, slowly.

"I'm sure you can figure it out." She breathed, his smell making her slightly dizzy and her half-lidded eyes darted towards his lips. They were adorned with red paint, plump and parted slightly and she swore they were getting closer. And she panicked.

She kinda got what she wanted. This was quite enough of a confirmation for now, she thought to herself as she felt her heart pounding in her throat. Her own lips contorted into a wide, although very nervous grin.

"Catch me if you can then, smartass."

And with that, she was gone, running deeper into the woods, waving his flag at him. After a few seconds she heard heavy footfalls following her and she laughed at the curses Xavier spewed with his every breath, although fighting the laughter himself. It wasn't long before she felt large palms around her middle and with a squeal, their bodies collided and toppled to the forest floor in a tangle of limbs. The flag flew out of Val's hand towards the shore as she wildly grabbed at the front of the jester costume, pulling Xavier underneath her and onto his back before he noticed what happened, his eyes focused on the flag.

Only when she straddled his hips he let out a gasp and his wide eyes flew back towards her face, gliding along her body. He writhed, trying with all his might to pull her off of him, praying she wouldn't notice the constant erection he had since when she got out of her tent in that fucking tight costume. But he failed, fighting his nervous laughter, trying to grab her hands away from him as her fingers dug into his sides, tickling him without mercy. He noticed her hair was now glittering with green, almost taunting him.

Then it all happened too fast for any of them to process what was going on.

Suddenly, his vision changed just as he felt Val's hips grinding down on his crotch after he bucked them a little too hard, trying to throw her off. And before he knew it, a moan tore from his throat, as he watched Val plung herself down on his cock, her pussy swallowing his length repeatedly for a few seconds before his vision turned back to normal.

Val watched, dumbstruck, as Xavier stiffened underneath her all of a sudden, moaned while looking at her with his brows furrowed, eyes wide and looking at her with such intensity she felt herself go red in the face. His fingers dug into her thighs so hard she wouldn't be surprised she would have bruises later that day. She then realized she was pressing against something hard and when she moved forward slightly, her hips rolling against it, she felt a hot jolt running through her spine when he stifled another moan. The shock and realization dawned on her. He was rock hard and she was shamelessly grinding on his dick just now.

Before she could say anything however, a twig snapped somewhere in front of them and she saw Ajax run out from behind a tree, their flag in hand, looking straight at them incredulously, as they were still sprawled on the ground in a very telling pose. She bolted upright, unable to look Xavier in the face and instantly sprinted back towards the boats, shame creeping up her cheeks.

"See ya, pretty loser boy!"

Ajax stood there, watching his best friend let out a long groan and fling his arms over his face, clearly beetroot red under all the white face paint. His bulge clear as day in his pants.

"Bro. I think we have some shit to talk about tonight."

#xavier thorpe #xavier thorpe smut #xavier thorpe fanfic #xavier smut #xavier thorpe x oc #xavier thorpe fanfiction

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gayometer · 2 years

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Okay I just had this thought! How about Poseidon with a lover that's scared of deep waters? I think it would be hilarious 😂😂

Oh the irony...

Ironic, I also have a huge phobia of deep waters, forgot the phobia name, I'll update it after I remember.

Does no one else see the problem?

They probably do, but are way to scared to point it out.

Don't expect sympathy from him, really, just don't his entire brand is being surrounded by deep ocean water.

His castle is a nightmare to visit. Look out the window? A never ending view of deep, clear water. You can even see the animals move (specifically the whales which are obviously HUGE).

Tried to take you swimming, you froze up and didn't move, that's when he figured out your fear.

It's humorous cause you can deal with demons staring at you, lighting falling right beside you, the norse gods, but deep water? No, nu-uh that's too far.

Boat rides? Off the table, "just don't look at the water" it's a lot way said then done.

At least Poseidon doesn't actually LIKE being outside, so activities indoors are great, no ocean documentaries tho-

At least if he gets jealous he can just throw them into a deep lake or something similar.

Y/N when they see a lake more then 6ft deep: diosito que estas en los cielos santificado sea tu nombre.

#shuumatsu no valkyrie #record of ragnarok #ror #snv #record of ragnarok x reader #shuumatsu no valkyrie x reader #snv poseidon #ror poseidon

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cbkeats · 2 years

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⋆˙ Eddie Munson Headcannons!!!

summary: I love my dark, curly haired, nerd punks as much as the next idiot, but let me tell you exactly why; between sharing interests and personal space, here's a few things I think would come included with your Eddie Munson Boyfriend Pack™ :)

wc: 645 words, short n' sweet !

warnings/tags: sexual behavior implied but not explicit, gn!reader, fluff

⚘᠂ strong attempts on his part to clean / tidy up a bit before someone important to him comes over. things like gathering up any old dishes, bottles, or cans, emptying ashtrays and throwing dirty laundry into a more discreet spot to be dealt with later. maybe he makes his bed and makes sure all his drawers are closed, picks shit off the floors and makes sure whatever needs to be put back, is.

⚘᠂ it's a show that isn't actually all that necessary considering how long and how well he's been know, but it's sweet and welcome nonetheless.

⚘᠂ You’ll be carrying hair ties on your wrist if you don't already do so. Maybe you can even teach him how to take care of it lmao

⚘᠂ sitting on his lap (or vice versa?) for physical contact and also to provide a familiar weight that can keep him still. his fingers will still tap, and fiddle with things like the hem of your shirt or your own hands, but be careful because he will get handsy very quickly (it's the understimulated/bored ADHD needing instant gratification for me)

⚘᠂ sometimes you can sus out his more suggestive motivations by what rings are on which fingers (or more like which ones they're specifically Not on)

⚘᠂ it means enduring the sudden bursts of dancing and movement that possess him during the music he's listening to, fully jumping up and giving in, putting that hair to such good use

⚘᠂ mutually strong hugs!!!! hold him tight he'll hug you tighter! in good times it's more like a challenge or a joke; a "see how far we can get before someone injured their ribs" kind of thing, but in times of panic it can be grounding for both of you, a reminder that you're both still kickin’.

⚘᠂ He can’t rollerskate worth a shit. doesn't really matter because it's not his scene nor his music - but you can drag him into a rink anyway.

- (take it as you will: either u make him, and he manages to pick it up, or you circle around as he watches from the wall- all holding hands and smiles with sudden cocky bursts of competitiveness or showboating, and nervous near-falling when transitioning on and off of the rink

⚘᠂ but speaking of music: sitting in on his rehearsals, he might sound terrible, it's his house shows and small gigs that matter tho and you make yourself loud and known, biggest fan #1

⚘᠂ he's the type to crowd you randomly before backing up after surprising you to gauge ur reaction. it just doesn't occur to him to be conscious of it, but he'll continue his theatrics when he can tell you're caught up.

- he's the type to go for back hugs and resting his chin on your shoulder (whileee rocking back and forth just to be annoying)

⚘᠂ i wish so hard that lord of the rings came out at this time so i can say: please watch lord of the rings with him he would love it it would be great. but i can't, you can't - im gonna cry real

⚘᠂ him skipping school or leaving early or during lunch to go find you at work or at home (also didn't fully communicate)- leaving campus

⚘᠂ that handkerchief isn't in his pocket for no reason, babe. check the tapes, there's cuffs on his wall. he's been outcast he's a little fucked up is a little high-chasing and he's got his painful skin markings - he likes it! let's do it

⚘᠂ chances are he's never seen the ocean, the biggest body of water would have been a lake, but i think as someone who's lived on a coast their whole life i'd love to see him see it. he might now how to swim.. even if he doesn't, he'd have fun getting goofy on the beach, playing with the sand, throwing water, droplets off his curls

a/n: first post!! it's not my branding and a little bit short, but i wanted to start somewhere - big things are cooking up! hope you enjoy and your time is really appreciated!! written with the help of @somnichron ⋆˙⊹ .

#kit writes #eddie my beloved #eddie munson x reader #x gn!reader #x gender neutral reader #eddie munson headcanons #stranger things 4 x reader #x reader headcanons #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x gender neutral reader #gender neutral y/n #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x male reader #eddie munson x male y/n

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signoraviolettavalery · 6 months

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I got stuck in the rain today, and consequently ended up with some vampire!Bojan scenes that are frankly too long and important to stick in a non-searchable chat so y'all are in luck today :) :)

(also psst I have no idea how tattoos actually work so I made up some utter nonsense please disregard my lack of medical knowledge, I'm sure @touchyourblood will correct me shortly tho)

This is all a while into their marriage, once Bojan has found out the extent of the abuse Jan has been through and Jan has started healing and figuring out that all the things he's been told and taught and internalized are....wrong.

It's a hot day and Jan stretches out and fans himself, complaining a little about the heat.

"You can go swimming," Bojan suggests. "I don't know if you know, but there's a lovely lake through the woods behind our castle."

"But....people will see my body," he protests.

"Do you not want them to see your body?" Bojan asks gently.

Jan needs a moment to think about that. Gaspar had always put him on display, in every way, and he hated being stared at. And he would be looked at, he'd be recognized as Bojan's husband. On the other hand, it's been years, and Bojan has never shown him off. Perhaps he'd be fine with it. But although he doesn't know the answer to that question, he does know that there's a more pressing issue.

"I don't know," he admits. "But what about - do you want them to see my body?" Isn't it Bojan's to show off? He can't imagine going by himself, stripping off his clothes, letting everyone look without Bojan beside him, an everpresent reminder of who Jan belongs to.

Bojan looks at him in that way he has, when Jan says something that reveals just how different his understanding of things is from Bojan's.

"Oh Jan," he says, in that gentle voice he always uses whenever that happens. He closes the distance between them, puts hands on his shoulders. They're at the point now where Jan feels comfortable with Bojan's touch, welcomes it, even. He knows Bojan won't hurt him or violate his boundaries. It took him a long, long time to believe that, but he does now, and it's exhilarating to be able to find comfort in touch. "You can show as much of your body as you'd like or as little. Go swimming if you want. It's your choice. It's not mine."

It's what Jan has been slowly learning for years now.

He does go swimming. He does get stared at - they know whose husband he is - especially when he takes off his shirt and bares his body. But no one says anything. If he's here, by himself, exposing him in this way, he must have permission. A hunter bride would never forsake their duty so much as to disobey in such a blatant and public way, would never shame themselves and their family.

But they do stare. At his body, pristine and perfect (Gaspar had been so careful to never leave a permanent mark, for all his violence). The fading bite on his neck. He tries to ignore their stares, and once he's in the water, he forgets all about them, reveling in the coollnes of it, diving down, splashing around. Feeling a little like a child again. and then, lying down in the sunshine to dry off with a book, listening to the peaceful calling of birds.

.....

Jan discovers Bojan has a tattoo. Perhaps sometime when they're lying together, talking, exchanging gentle touches, but there's nothing sexual there. Not yet. They haven't even seen each other naked yet, Bojan always feeding by carefully drawing aside Jan's collar. But it's hot, and he's wearing short-shorts, and his thigh is very, very visible.

"I've always wanted a tattoo," Jan admits.

Bojan doesn't ask why he didn't get one. They both know. His body wasn't his; it had been kept pristine for eighteen years in order to be given to someone else. A perfect blank slate.

"Do you still want one?" he asks.

"Yeah," he admits. "But I know I can't," he adds, so that Bojan doesn't think he doesn't know his place.

"Why not?" Bojan asks softly. Patiently.

"Because - " the words almost spill out so easily. Because his body belongs to Bojan. Because it's Bojan's choice. Because Bojan owns him. But as soon as he thinks it, he remembers what Bojan has been so patiently reiterating, and he's been so slowly learning.

"I don't own you," Bojan reiterates, once he's seen the comprehension in Jan's eyes. "Gaspar was wrong to believe otherwise, and wrong to make you believe it too."

"It wasn't just Gaspar," Jan says quietly. "My upbringing - we're trained, you know." He's never told Bojan much about that part. "Brought up to be the perfect bride. They teach us to obey, and to serve, and they instill in us that we all but belong to our husband."

"Well, they're all wrong," Bojan says. "A marriage is a contract, a vow, a promise. It's not ownership. If you want a tattoo, you should get a tattoo. And," he adds, "if you need my permission, you have it."

Jan loves him all the more for that last part. Because he's been slowly learning this lesson, that his body is his and Bojan doesn't own him, but it's a frightening, terrifying fact to stare at head-on sometimes, one that makes him feel helpless and unmoored. He feels paralyzed by it. But Bojan's permission - even if it's permission to do whatever he wants to do - is like a comforting touch in the darkness.

Bojan accompanies him to the tattoo parlor. Jan could have managed on his own, he suspects, but it's comforting to have Bojan there, not to mention it gets rid of a lot of difficulties and questions such as "did your husband give you permission?" that he'd inevitably be asked otherwise.

"My husband would like a tattoo," he informs them at the parlor, and they don't ask beyond that. They don't ask whether it's really Jan who wants the tattoo, and Bojan is indulging him, or if it's really Bojan's desire. They merely nod and say "of course, my lord. Right this way."

He takes off his shirt. He's aware of the gazes on him, and he thought he'd hate them more, but he doesn't. With Bojan's presence here, he feels calm.

"Tell them what you want," Bojan encourages. And though the artist is startled that Jan seems to be the one doing the deciding here, they don't dare say anything. Perhaps they think he's being an indulgent husband and Jan has pleased him enough to merit such indulgence?

He tries not to think about it and simply explains how he'd like a hummingbird, bright and colorful, over his ribs, on the left side, its needlelike beak pointing to his heart.

The artist busies himself making a sketch, while the man who seems like the owner turns to them with a serious expression.

"We can do what you desire, but you should know the task is...more complicated when the subject is a hunter."

"Complicated how?" Bojan asks.

"A tattoo is an injury to the body. Without the injury, the mark would not be permanent. And hunters are ...more durable. They heal faster, more easily," the man explains, facing Bojan more than Jan. "The process therefore requires magic, to slow the healing, to make the image permanent. It also increases the level of pain," he adds, seemingly an afterthought for Bojan to consider.

"I see," Bojan says. "And I assume you can work this magic?"

"Our artist can," the man assures him. "Should you desire it."

Bojan tactfully doesn't correct him as to whose desire is involved here. He merely looks at Jan questioningly.

Jan simply nods at him. Whatever pain they speak off, he has no doubt it will be negligible compared to what Gaspar put him through regularly.

And, when they take the needle to his skin, it really is....well, not negligible, but. It is far from the worst he'd endured.

Gaspar had always loved his cries, his screams, his pain, so he'd learned not to hold them back. To let them fall from his lips, though the irony was, the more Gaspar put him through, the more used he became to pain, the more it required to draw cries from him. And Gaspar could always tell if he was faking. So now, with the fine needle stabbing his skin, he winces slightly, but it's far from drawing any sort of cry from him. It's quite easy, in fact, to lie back and let his mind wander.

Bojan sits by him, playing with his hair and twining their fingers together. He finds he enjoys the comforting touch, and then Bojan distracts him, starts telling him the story behind his own tattoo, and before he knows it, it's over. They're finished, with instructions on how to care for it - again given to Bojan rather than Jan.

#vampire!bojan #tattoos #can you tell I want a tattoo

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wrenreid · 1 year

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Just Acting

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Chapter Thirteen

This is the last day of the trip. Thank the Lord. You need to get out of here and not deal with Matthew any longer.

You're trying to push the kiss out of your mind. It didn't happen. But it fucking did. It sadly did. You laugh and think a horrible thought. That's more than you've gotten out of Jordan. Shit, Jordan. You need to text him.

Joe is making breakfast while the rest of you are deciding what you want to do for the rest of the day until you have to leave.

You all sit around the table and eat the waffles, bacon, and eggs Joe had whipped up for you guys. You drink your orange juice contently. Matthew is at the end of the table. You don't strain your neck to look at him at all.

After today, you don't have to see him as Matthew. You'll see him as Spencer when you're filming and Spencer when you're together trying to please your bosses. At least you actually like the Spencer side of him. Awkward genius definitely trumps asshole actor.

You put away your dishes into the sink, and head outside with the girls. You decide to take a hike together. You're dressed in biker shorts, an oversized t shirt, and your white sneakers. You tie your shirt wavy hair in a half up half down style.

The four of you walk and talk as the wind grazes your skin. The sun shines above you guys, making its way to the top of the sky as noon grows near.

"You doing better?" Paget asks.

"Yeah I am actually." You shoot her a smile.

You've decided to put this whole Matthew thing behind you. Yes, it happened, but it won't ever happen again. So it doesn't matter. Right? You just wish you could stop thinking about it.

After about an hour, you girls decide to head back to the house. You find the guys swimming in the lake. Matthew jumps off the cliff as you approach the picnic tables. You take off your shoes, just in case someone splashes, and set them on the other side of the table.

"Y/n, can you come here?" Joe asks from the little cliff. He's looking at something on the ground.

"Uh sure." You get up and walk over to him. "What do you...?" You don't even get to finish your sentence because you're falling into the lake. Falling isn't the best term, obviously, you were pushed. When you come up, you yell. "I will get you, old man!"

The others are laughing. Your clothes are soaked. You hate it. But this is a chance to show them you can have fun. You swim around, laughing and talking with your friends.

You swim then walk out of the lake, dripping water from your clothes and hair. Your shirt is completely see through now. You strip it off, ringing it out. Everyone else is getting out now, since it's almost time to go home. You head upstairs, trying and failing to not drip water everywhere, and hop in the shower to rinse off. You don't really wash your hair thoroughly, just get the lake water off of your body. You change into jeans and an old band t shirt and your white sneakers.

"Honestly, I don't think I want to leave this place,” you say, looking around.

"Me either. It's so nice out here," Aisha says, slipping on her shoes. The two of you head downstairs.

When you get to the bottom, you catch Matthew's eyes from the top of the steps as he leaves his room. You look away again, focusing your attention to the others.

Before you know it, it's time for everyone to get back to Los Angeles. You, Adam, and Aisha say your goodbyes and head to his car. Aisha and Adam pile into the front seats, and you sit behind the passenger's.

You check your phone. 2 missed calls and 6 text messages from Jordan, your sister freaking out because you weren't responding, and Jess making jokes about how you'd be spending the next 3 days with Matthew.

"Sorry Jordan. Joe said no phones for the weekend,” I send him.

To be honest, you really hadn't thought about texting Jordan the entire time. It's not a bad thing, you assure yourself. You only didn't think about him because you were busy with your friends. Is it bad though? That you didn't think about your boyfriend the entire time until you and Matthew were...

Fuck. You kissed Matthew. He kissed me. But you kissed him back while you have a boyfriend.

You're not entirely thrilled about going back into the fast city, but it'll be great to get back into your regularly scheduled life. You watch the opposite of three days ago happen, as you see the quiet lakeside views turn back into crazy LA from the window of Adam's car.

You three arrive at his place. "Bye y'all!" You wave with a grin.

"Bye Y/n, see you tomorrow?"

"Yep," you smile.

You get into your car and start your way to Dunkin. You know Jess will be there. It's 5pm, so she should be getting off soon.

It's 5:30 by the time you get to Dunkin. Jess gets off at 5:30. You catch her grabbing her things just in time.

"Y/n!! You're back!" She gives you a hug.

"Yes! I was wondering if you wanted to come over since it's been a while?"

"Definitely! You want to get a coffee first don't you?"

"You know me so well," you say.

You order your usual, you both get into your cars and head to your apartment.

"So how was the weekend?" She asks, eyebrows wiggling.

"It was good. Other than Matthew being a dick, it went well,” you tell her.

"What'd he do?"

"Just being rude and annoying. It wasn't horrible I guess, most of the time we ignored each other."

And we made out on his bed.

"Well that's good,” Jess says.

"Yeah it was just a bit stressful when I was around him. But I did have fun."

I sat in his lap...

"That's great! You definitely needed to have fun for once,” she chuckles.

"I have fun."

"Do you though?" Her eyebrow raises accusingly.

"Work is fun,” you tell her

"Okay ,I get that acting is great, but it can't be like an amazing adventure."

You roll your eyes. "You hungry?"

"Yes. Starving,” she says dramatically.

You order takeout, and it gets to your apartment in about twenty minutes.

Jess and you enjoy your noodles and chicken as you talk more about your weekends. She saw Jacklyn again, and their relationship is getting more serious.

She decides to spend the night, and you two watch some tv until you need to turn in for the night. The two of you fall asleep on your bed around 1am.

Spencer has been walking with a pep in his step ever since he admitted his feelings to Delilah and to himself. Opening up is one hell of a risk, like jumping off a cliff with no safety net. There's absolutely nothing to stop the fall from going too far, nothing but your own willpower of self protecting. Spencer has gotten pretty good at that in his life time.

But this one would be different. Hopefully. She was everything he wanted. Yes, his past was rocky... more like rocks with shards of glass poking out at you and you can't escape from getting your feet cut, but he wanted this. He wanted her. Finally, for the first time in a long time, he wanted someone who was right. Maeve would want this, he reminds himself. She would want me to be happy again.

And he is happy again. Delilah is smart, passionate, kind, funny, easy to talk to, and caring. She listens to him when he rambles on about random topics that live in his magnificent brain. And, she would never let him do something he wasn't comfortable with. He finds it hard to talk about emotions and do things that reflect his emotions, but she won't push him. She knows his past; she knows about Maeve, and Cat, and everyone else. It doesn't bother her. She just wants to make sure he knows he's safe and that he's comfortable.

Spencer smiles, making his drive to the FBI headquarters in Quantico, Virginia. He used to take the metro, but driving alone and getting to think and think out loud without strangers giving him dirty looks or trying to mug him was nice.

As he steps out of the elevator, Spencer gets greeted with the sight of his boss and very close friend, Emily Prentiss. She's filling up a mug with coffee in the corner of the bullpen.

"Good morning, Dr. Chirpy," she says with a smile.

Everyone's been noticing Spencer's new aura of cheerfulness, and they're definitely suspecting a girl is involved. He'll tell them who she is eventually, but it's fun for him to see them itch with anticipation and wonder.

Eventually, everyone else arrives at work, and the team spills into the briefing room to start the new case.

_____

"Hey, Jenna!"

"Yes?"

"Can you take these stacks upstairs to Sophie in room 13?" Delilah stands up, papers in hand. She meets Jenna at the doorway of her office and handed them to her.

"Yeah, sure thing!" Jenna takes them from her with a smile.

Delilah paused, making sure she wasn't imagining things. "Is that my perfume?" She sniffs.

"Oh um," Jenna furrows her eyebrows in embarrassment. "I'm so sorry. It just smelled really good, and I forgot to use some this morning..."

"It's okay. Just ask, and you can use it anytime,” Delilah says, a slightly awkward smile on her face.

Jenna relaxes her stance, "Okay." With that, she leaves to do as she was asked.

Delilah sat back in her desk chair, getting back to work. Spencer is away in Washington state at the moment. He had texted her from the jet, letting her know he wouldn't be able to see her for a while. She didn't like it when Spencer left, not because she wanted him with her at all times like a clingy girl, but because she couldn't make sure he was safe when he was miles and miles away.

Delilah knew that she would have to get used to him leaving every week. Which she was almost fine with, because the times they did spend together were perfect because they were together.

_____

"Miss Reign?" Jenna knocks at Delilah's half open office door, dressed in a grey pencil skirt and a purple blouse.

"Please, Delilah," she smiles at her assistant.

"Sorry. Delilah," Jenna says.

"Yes?"

"There's a guy here to see you. Last name Reid."

Delilah looks at her a lottle confused. "Send him in."

"Hey," Spencer says, coming into her office.

"I thought you weren't coming home for another few days,” she says, a smile growing on her face.

"Well, criminals are unpredictable so..." he shrugs.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah. It's just been a rough couple of days,” he answers.

She grabs his face. "I'm glad you're home safe."

"Me too...so that I can see you." Spencer pulls her in by the waist, planting a gentle kiss on her mouth.

"As much as I love this, I can't commit pda at work."

"Commit? Sounds like you're a criminal..." he presses his lips to Delilah's again, moving his mouth against hers.

"Yeah, yeah,” she rolls her eyes, kissing him back.

"I handcuff criminals you know.”

"Spencer!" She laughs-gasps, pulling away from his lips. He's never said anything like that before, and she kind of liked it. "I have work to do, Dr Reid."

He gives her a pouty face, pushing out his lower lip and batting his gorgeous hazel eyes.

"Oh come on, none of that." Delilah says, pointing to his handsome frowny expression.

He drops his pout, "When do you get off?"

"In twenty."

"I can deal with that. I'll be down the block,” he says.

"Okay," she says before Spencer leans in and gives her one more soft kiss. He makes his way out of her office, then out of the lobby and down the block to a coffee shop.

When she sits down, Delilah sees Jenna looking at her through the naked window of her office. She had left up the blinds so that she didn't feel so claustrophobic in her office. Jenna looked away quickly when she met Delilah's gaze.

She knew it was very unprofessional to kiss your (boyfriend?) at work, especially in front of your employees. He definitely makes her want to do things she normally wouldn't.

When she finally was getting ready to leave the office, she saw Jenna come through the front door.

"Where'd you run off to?" Delilah asks.

"I needed some water. I got you some too."

"Oh okay. Thank you." She normally would be like 'ask if you can leave next time bit..." but she didn't really care at the moment, and she got her some water so it was fine this time.

"Okay you two can clear out," Delilah says to Jenna and Marcos, the manager her father hired a while back.

They leave, and Delilah gets to go meet Spencer at the coffee shop.

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You choose not to say anything to Matthew in between scenes or after you're done filming for the night. You're not necessarily mad at him anymore, you can't be since you reacted upon what he did. It's a clean slate between you two now. Or at least you try to make it one.

"Knock knock," Matthew's voice rings from outside of your trailer door. You're already dressed back in your clothes, a hoodie and running shorts since it's pretty late at night.

"Come in,” you say.

"Look I knocked!" He grins.

"Sort of,” you correct. “Do you need something?"

"You, me, tomorrow night. Or should I say, Spencer, Delilah, tomorrow night. Eight o'clock."

"We're hanging out?"

"We're hanging out,” he nods. “Like we talked about.”

You sigh softly. Okay.”

"I'll see you then,” Matthew says then exits your trailer.

chapter fourteen

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yolenamunson · 2 years

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Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: You and Steve are siblings, Robin and Nancy are your girl best friends and Eddie is your guy "best friend" and y'all decided to go for a swim at the lovers lake in the afternoon.

Word Count: 1k13

Notes: You and Eddie are both 18 years old. Your gender doesn't matter in this fanfic.

~Enjoy<3~

You're at the lovers lake with Nancy Robin Steve and Eddie. Steve and Eddie are in the lake swimming and you and the girls are gossiping.

"So, y/n, anyone caught your eye?" Nancy asked you with a little smirk.

"Nah I don't think so" You reply unsure.

"Liar!" Robin replies shocked by your response.

"What?" You reply also shocked by Robin's response.

"What WhAt? You definitely have a crush on Eddie!" Robin yells-whispers.

"I agree with Robin. And he also definitely likes you back" Nancy adds.

"I don't know what you're talking about." You lie.

"Oh cut the bullshit! We can see how you guys look at each other. Friends don't look at friends that way." Robin says and you knew that was true.

But you wouldn't admit it. Because if you'd say you liked him you'd lie. Because you didn't just like him. You didn't just have feelings for him. He didn't just catch your eye. You fell in love with him. You couldn't stop thinking about him. You'd make scenarios all the time in your head with you and him. Not anything sexual. Just you and him. Just being with him was enough. Well not exactly but you know what I mean.

"Yeah maybe because we are best friends. And just imagine how Steve, would react if I even kissed Eddie." You comment.

"Oh fuck Steve! Plus, we can tell you're lying." Nancy says.

"Okay then! What's going on between you and Steve?" You reply knowing she will also lie.

"What do you mean what's going on between me and Steve?! Nothing! Absolutely nothing! Besides, I'm with Jonathan!" Nancy says raising her voice.

"Then where is he?" Robin asks.

"He just couldn't come this time all the way from California. He will next time tho. Now y/n stop trying to change the subject!" Nancy replies.

"I am not!" You reply lying again.

"Yeah sure. Oh look! Your boyfriend is coming over!" Robin says winking at you.

"ROBIN. BUCKLEY." You yell.

"What did she do this time?" Steve says.

"Nothing" Robin says laughing.

"Aren't you guys gonna swim? The water is perfect!" Eddie says.

"In a bit" Robin says.

"Same" Nancy adds.

"I wanna go in now but I'm way too bored to get up" You say.

"Nah you're going in" Eddie runs up to you.

"Huh?" You say confused.

Eddie picks you up and runs with you in his arms towards the lake.

"If you drop my sibling I will kill you!" Steve yells at Eddie.

You two were laughing so hard so were Nancy Robin and Steve. All of a sudden, Eddie jumps in the water with you.

"Wow the water IS perfect!" You say.

But the water wasn't the only thing that was perfect. Just think about it. You were in the love of your life's arms, he was admiring your face with his big brown puppy eyes and you were admiring his, with the sunset in the background.

"God you're beautiful." Eddie tells you with a smile on his lips.

You try to reply but you're shocked by his comment. I mean, he has called you pretty and stuff before but beautiful? That was new. You loved it. What you didn't realize tho was you blushing.

"And even more gorgeous when you're blushing." He adds.

"Thank you but I'm not blushing. I mean, why would I blush? I don't have any reason to-" You lie again but you get interrupted.

"I know you love me sweetheart." Eddie interrupts you.

"I- Uhh don't know what you're talking about."

"Don't lie to me sweetheart. And you don't have anything to worry about. I love you too." Eddie says looking in your eyes then to your lips and then back up to your eyes.

You get the courage and lean in a bit. And with that, he leans in a bit more and kisses you. It was finally happening. The love of your life was finally kissing you.

You could hear Robin cheering for you guys.

"I KNEW IT. I KNEW YOU HAD A CRUSH ON HIM. WOOO" She cheers-yells.

"DID HE JUST KISS MY SIBLING?" Steve reacts shocked.

"I think so, yeah" Nancy says smiling.

You guys stop kissing and start laughing because of Robin's and Steve's reaction. You look at each other and smile. Your smiles could literally reach your ears.

"I love you y/n Harrington" Eddie confesses.

"I love you too Edward Munson." You reply.

"Alright lovebirds come on out it's getting dark." Nancy yells.

"Just a sec." Eddie replies. "I have one last question for you Harrington."

"Hit it." You say knowing what the question would be.

"Do you wanna be my (boy/girl/your gender)?"

"Is that even a question?"

"I'll take that as a yes" Eddie says taking you out of the water, and with that he put you down and kissed you again. His lips were so soft and big. You didn't want him to stop. You just wanted to feel his lips on yours forever. So did he. But with Steve there, you couldn't.

"Are you guys a thing now? So you're gonna come over at our house all the time and I'll have to see you guys kiss and cuddle and shit? Because my single pringle heart wouldn't be able to take that." Steve interrupts you.

"Yeah pretty much" You reply.

"Well shit." Steve mumbles.

"Oh don't worry. For the more than kissing stuff we'll be at my trailer, isn't that right princess/prince?" Eddie says while smirking at you. putting his arms around your waist and placing a little kiss on your shoulder.

"Yup." You reply blushing.

"NO. I'LL WATCH YOU ALL THE TIME." Steve yells with everybody laughing at his reaction.

"Oh c'mon! Let them have fun! Besides, they're 18 years old! they can do whatever they want!" Robin says.

"I agree with Robin! You were fucking around at the age of 17 soo-"

"Okay okay that's enough. Fine you can do whatever you want with my sibling but I swear to God Eddie if you hurt them I will kill you man."

"I have no intentions of hurting them man. I love your sibling and I will do whatever it takes to make them happy. Because they're the love of my life and they deserve the best."

"Omg I love you." You say shocked.

"I love you too sweetheart" He replies, kissing you again. "Wanna sleep over to my place tonight?"

"Sure"

This was the best day of your life. And it was also about to be the best night of your life.

#eddie munson x reader #sweet eddie munson story #romantic eddie munson x reader #romantic eddie munson #steve harrington #robin buckley #nancy wheeler

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tobiasdrake · 4 months

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That was a good story. Now onward, deeper into the Sacred Grove!

Who the fuck builds a bridge like this? We've had to hop over obstacles like this before but most of those were naturally forming. Somebody did this on purpose. And I would like to have a word with them.

Yep. So now we put my-- our pretty pink seashell in here and then the magic will "resonate" within us. And by us, I mean me. I'm going to be mad if you guys get resonance. This is my time.

Dammit, Garl. You had to speak up first because you know I can't be mad at you. And that means, by extension, that I can't be mad at anyone else or it looks like I'm playing favorites!

You win this round.

So. This is what it's like underwater. An experience I have to share with all of you.

Fucking ripped off. I'm giving the Elder Mist a piece of my mind next time I see him. I demand a trade-in. Give me a new prophecy.

So, back at Lake Docarria. That's gonna be our target. We should be able to reach the temple now.

Hold up, why is there only ankle-deep shallows at the bottom of the lake? What the fuck?

Okay but do you mind explaining the giant air pocket? I have questions about the giant air pocket.

Awww they value their introverts! I love you guys already!

I hope being at the bottom of a lake protects you from the impending Strife apocalypse. ^_^

Okay but how tho

I didn't question it when you guys showed up at Mooncradle because I figured you came the same way we did. But. Um. We're at the bottom of the lake, guys.

How did you get here?

How do you go deeper than the bottom of the ocean? Do you burrow?

I sent one kid off to Mirth. Hope that wasn't one of yours 'cause that's a long way to swim.

So. What are you saying, exactly? You looked at me and went, "Ah, look at that blue-haired youngster over there! Full of piss and vinegar. She doesn't give a shit!"

I don't think I appreciate you making assumptions like that. You don't know me.

Oh, we spend Rainbow Conches here? Yeah, I guess that makes sense. Seems obvious in hindsight.

Gimme. I am full of piss and vinegar. I don't give a shit. I will paint this town red with merfolk blood for village schematics!

#sea of stars #drake plays sea of stars #exploring a merfolk village #lovely aesthetic they've got here

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monstermonstre · 7 months

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31 days of horror 2023 (part 1/?)

Every year in October I challenge myself to watch 31 horror movies, 1 for each day, with varying success. If you're new here, I love horror and so the challenge is more about the commitment, than pushing myself to do something I wouldn't enjoy or do otherwise (thankfully).

So far, so good, I haven't watched anything that angered me or bored me to death. Those first 11 days were actually pretty great overall, and with only 2 rewatches.

Cherry Falls (2000): I thought a slasher starring Brittany Murphy would be an easy like but instead this was the only film in the bunch I did not care for. The attempted subversion of one of the genre's best known tropes (the Virgin Will Be Spared) was not done in a way that felt compelling; the script felt like there were too many cooks in the kitchen, like so many hands had touched it that the original intent had been lost; and aside from that one subversion it was just too bland, too unremarkable. And the transphobia didn't help. Brittany Murphy was stellar tho.

Possibly in Michigan (1983): Day 2 found me already scrambling for a short film as my day was ending, and lucky me otherwise I might have never watched this classic. "80s feminist cannibalism musical" feels like it's maybe doing it a disservice but it's what got me to watch it and I wouldn't know how to begin to talk about it in a more substantial way. If that tagline appeals to you in any way, it's on Youtube, go watch it.

The Exorcist (1973): I had seen that movie once as a teenager, when I was still very new to horror, and all I remembered from it were the scares. Watching it now, the scares are the least of the impressions the movie made on me. If I was a sadist with a cinema I'd program a triple feature on loneliness, alienation, and the loss of the body with this, Lake Mungo, and the original Cat People. (P.S.: I really recommend the following video essay.)

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4. The Exorcist III (1990): First time watching and it scared the shit out of me. I loved it but I haven't been scared like that in a while. Again, there's nothing I could say about this that hasn't been said before. It had some of the worst (honorary) and best things I've ever seen. There is a carp swimming up and down in my brain.

5. Chucky S3E1: Yes episodes of TV count. Anyway, Chucky is back, it's my favourite horror franchise and the show has been, so far, one of the most fun I've had following a TV show ever. That season 3 premiere was a bit underwhelming for me, but certainly not bad. I'm looking forward to the rest.

6. Tucker and Dale vs. Evil (2010): Suffering depression from watching the two Exorcist movies back to back, I decided that rewatching a horror comedy I loved was in order. I used to worship Tucker and Dale vs. Evil, but now...it felt very "eh". I've been damaged by too many excellent films and some of the jokes from this classic just didn't do it as much for me anymore (aside from the "howdy-oh officer, we've had a doozy of a day" bit that makes me crack up every time). However it was still a good time and Dale is still one of the hottest man in horror.

7. Motel Hell (1980): Found out about this one through Stephen Graham Jones' Indian Lake trilogy and I wasn't expecting much from it so I was delighted when I found out how funny it was. Great time for slasher lovers, darkly funny, great performances, some really neat imagery (altho I could've done without the sound the "plants" made, like nails on a chalkboard). Just a silly good time.

8. No One Will Save You (2023): I appreciated the risks this movie took and its story but I struggled to get invested at all. Maybe the alien element just wasn't for me, the minute I saw one of the aliens (which kudos to the film for not beating around the bush and going straight into it) I just stopped caring. I did have a good time overall tho and I was pleasantly surprised at, again, the risks taken and the resistance to spelling every thing out to the audience. The ending was pretty neat.

9. Shutter (2004): The winner of my little poll and I'm grateful to everyone who voted for it. I have no idea how this film ended up on my watchlist but I had been putting it off for while because ghost movies are still one of the subgenres of horror that terrifies me the most. I am glad I was pushed to see this because not only was I not that scared (no really, I didn't even jump that much, I certainly was much calmer than when watching Exorcist III, I am so brave) but I really loved the film's atmosphere and visuals. It's rare, I feel, to see a horror movie so awash with light more or less constantly and still retaining a very compelling moodiness and tension. Very unique atmosphere and that ending wowed me. Also was I the only one to read Natre as trans? I even felt like the film was implying it for a while.

10. Creep (2014): Creep was also in my little poll and, when it ended, I realised I felt slightly disappointed it hadn't won. So instead of waiting on an excuse to watch it, and feeling emboldened by my frankly supernatural bravery during Shutter, I decided to just watch it. And it was the calmest I've ever felt during a found footage film. Seriously not one of the jumpscares got me, that's absolutely unheard of with me. But that didn't make me have any less of a good time. I thought it was hilarious (but obviously not funny in a way that I would recommend it to most people I know), Duplass was magnetic, and I really enjoyed the storytelling. It was also pretty close in some ways to a wrestling storyline that I'm very invested in at the moment so maybe that contributed to how tranquil a time I had. Again, if I owned a cinema and was sick in the head I'd do a double feature with this and the 2022 documentary Mister Organ.

11. Creep 2 (2017): I hate those Reader X Fictional Character fics that haunt tags on here but that's what that film was and I had a good time with it.

If you've read this far: wow. (and see you soon for part 2)

#mo's horrorthon 2023

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horrorsequel · 6 months

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@skeletood puhsed me into a lake (tagged me in a post)

1. Are you named after anyone?

My shitty ass birth name MIDDLE name was a family name. RN I'm sort of but not really officially named after an Oscar Wilde character (i chose the name but then sort of walked it back but I still go by the nickname/s that came from it)

2. Last time you cried?

Hm I'm not positive when it was but I know it was during a movie lol...

3. Do you want kids?

Nooo.. I think kids are great but I am not equipped to raise one and the idea of it scares me soooo bad

4. Sports?

I played soccer and basketball growing up. I'm too disabled to do most of them now tho luckily i can still do my favorite: swimming

5. Do you use sarcasm?

I don't know. I used to be extremely sarcastic but now I just think it's kind of mean LOL

6. First thing you notice about people?

Vibe hits me hard. I used to think I was some kind of psychic cos I just get these massive energy vibes from ppl. Second I probably notice their voice or if they have a cool outfit on.

7. Eye color?

blue eyes that everyone haaaaaates cos i also don't have everbrows so they're extra creepy lol

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

scary movies every day. sometimes i feel really cheated by happy endings. they're nice sometimes but i reaaaally like media that's depressing LOL

9. Any talents?

i can do a lot of cool stuff and i would do them more often if i didn't have so many Problems and Disorders but my favs r drawing and music

10. Hobbies?

i like to draw and play video games and pen and paper rpgs and i'm such a MovieHead

11. Do you have any pets?

no, sadly i have never had a pet! it pains me every day

12. Favorite school subject

anything without numbers. i was a very bright kid with an undiagnosed learning disability AND also i was homeschooled and had CRAZY fundie text books so my favorite was english cos that's pretty straightforward.

13. Dream job?

i think my dream job would be to be a stage actor and a company that has good local reputation but wasn't HUGE you know?

i don't wanna tag anyone cos i don't want them to feel obligated but if u do this pls tag me!

#kirbco brand cola

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ilexdiapason · 8 months

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I realize that maybe I should explain some of my thoughts with the anon ask I sent abt Scott not being able to swim and that mini-story... (also, yes, I'm the seawater au anon tho you probably figured aslhdbaljksd)

I love playing with sorta the same concept but in different scenarios. so:

Scott is LimLife!Scott reincarnated and has always had a calling for the sea. He always took it as something normal since he is a Denholm, a pirate. His parents knows that something in the sea wants Scott and denies whatever that wants him their son. They know that the thing will know where Scott is if he's in water too long (lakes will lead to the sea/ocean and thus are not safe either) and forbids him to be in water. He doesn't think much of it as it's always been that way. (if he decides to listen to the ocean and take a breath, he will get gills on the side of his torso)

In this story it's not as strict with helping between the factions, tho dating between them might still be a bit eyebrow raising. So Scott and Sausage are not very loud about their relationship, but Sausage really wants to. I mean, not only is Scott his lovely boyfriend, but he also succeeded in charming a Denholm. And as a Kestral, he do want to show off his loveliest treasure. But things are as they are right now.

Martyn is LimLife!Martyn. Instead of wandering the land, he stayed under water and has been for many, many years, waiting for either his own punishment for winning the game or maybe meeting one of his loves again. And when Scott touches water, he knows where he is. So he travels to Faction Isle and pretends to be human for the first time in a long time in order to look for Scott.

It's just a bit awkward trying to romance your old love while he's dating someone else and not really remembering you and trying to remember how to be human and use normal stuff, like, uteniles

(let's call this au..... um... uuuuuuuhhhhhh... ok I suck at names. first thought was "under water" sadljkbasdjkb)

i am always a slut for inter-faction romance. i'm a slut for intra-faction romance too but there's something so funny about everyone else in your faction Knowing what you're up to. guqqie and scott sneaking past each other in the middle of the night like i won't snitch if you don't, have fun

sausage would absolutely wish he could be open and proud about his catch though. he'd be like but you're soooo pretty and valuable and everyone i know would be so jealous and scott is like ah but u see. my mum would explode me. so you need to shut the fuck up xoxo. and sausage is like awwwww okayyyyyy but he still enjoys seeing how much he can get away with in public

martyn though is very much a wildcard in this situation. he's new in town, he's factionless, he's got the scrappiness of a kite but the eye for treasure of a kestrel, and he seems to make fastest friends with owen, el, and water. which means scott is suddenly seeing a lot of him. he also appears to get on perfectly well with cleo, having plenty of banter with them, but there's kind of an artificiality to it that scott can sense even if he can't tell why. same goes for scar, if they're hanging out cross-faction.

it also goes for scott, though, arguably more than the others; while he's friendly and charming and instantly intriguing to scott, there's this weird sense of a glass wall that he can't shake. maybe it's just jealousy - it does always seem that martyn gets a little frostier when sausage sneaks an arm around scott's waist in the middle of a conversation.

martyn reminds scott of the ocean. here's something so close, something he's able to interact with, but never quite reach out and touch.

only he did touch the ocean, didn't he? and it ended dangerously. he'd do well to never swim again, he knows. martyn might just be the same.

scott has always been good at resisting temptation; had to be to make his parents happy, had to stick to the approved path. but this?

this is gonna test him.

#underwater au

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