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Like I said zawe is lucky and Tom hiddleston is the best and hes sexy you need glasses
Ahhh them.
I'm gonna answer this nicely in hopes of maybe helping with growth?
Love isn't "luck".
What is initially physically attractive to many? Is often determined by what society tells you is.
I've been fortunate enough to have lived long enough to see "beauty standards" change. I remember when people didn't want BBLs or curves.
I've seen the cute TikToks where moms would show their teen daughters the "hot guys" from back in the day and the girls would just go "Eww!".
Figuring out what you really want, or don't, often comes with experience; the variety of people you get to be around and care for in life, and how open you are. Often "pretty" people become ugly through their actions, vice versa, and everything in between...
It's a whole package thing.
In my deep MCU days, Tom didn't cross my radar because he came off as feeding on the attention and fame. I mean he was cute back then but in a twinky way, IMO.
Boyishness makes me want to mother you, not think you're hot. But for the younguns I get it. The housewives? My lip is curling up and I'm side-eyeing a bit... at least for back then.
Plus his fandom came off like too many I've encountered that treat white men and their characters like they are infallible, but need protecting somehow?.... Again it added to that little boy sense of him.
Since then, (in my parasocial speculations), he's acquired some wrinkles and wisdom and learned that what he thought he had in all that Hollywood attention, wasn't "real" and now he actually does seem attractive because he's a grown man, now.
Now, it's if Gene WIlder and Lee Pace could have a middle-aged baby, it would be Tom.
All those things that drew such a following back then came off as performative and people-pleasing to me. The lack of boundaries, the talking over people, and going on and on...
My grandma would have said he was smelling his upper lip.
He was academically intelligent but often came off as socially naive, IMO, and I think most could infer the most naive stumbles he made in that era...*ahem*
Zawe was one of many Black women from before I knew of Tom who I rooted for in the industry. ... Many of whom, you don't see much anymore, sadly.
But the difference in their journey IMO & her accomplishments w/o the money, gender, and racial privileges her partner has, says a lot about the kind of character Zawe possesses.
Again, parasocial! ... but I see a man who encountered a grown woman not enamored by or deeply entangled in the industry but had carved out her own path despite lacking all those things the industry demands you have to have, to succeed.
A smart person would be impressed by that and her authentic kindness, sense of humor, intelligence, and joy in what she does...on top of being what he likes physically (we not gonna act like that man does not always ping or have the best onset chemistry when a leggy woman is around).
He's a leg-locked king (apologies or you're welcome for the imagery).
He seems to be a gentleman and Zawe is not one of his little fangirls. They come across as equally enamored, and grown, and I would like to think they have a healthy loving partnership.
Which makes them both extremely lucky.
#tom was steven universe as a child#skipping around singing giant woman#and then he got one as an adult#tom and zawe#meta#ask#I turned it wholesome and educational I hope#but seriously leave zawe alone#tom hiddleston#zawe ashton#also that man can only dance well to the white gaze#he dances like a typical white guy#...he can work his hips tho
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I'm back again with more fluff/wholesome
wilbur trying to distract you while your doing work cause he wants a kiss or two
is this a bit cringy,? yes but it sounds kinda adorable
(AND I HOPE YOURE HAVING A GOOD DAY!!)
-🎙 anon
“Put Down The Book And Kiss Me!”
Wilbur Soot x Female Reader
Warnings: Just so much adorable kissing, Wilbur is a little needy but we love him anyway.
Hello 🎙 anon! We love cheesy fluffy ideas on this blog, especially needy Wilbur just wanting attention from his partner <3 Reader is in college, which isn’t just for people straight out of school! So don’t get at me for the age gap!
Fic below cut!
I sigh, scrambling for my textbook and almost knocking my stack of papers off the desk. I’d been studying all day, and felt no closer to being ready for this exam. College had been brutal.
“Baby?” Wilbur says, peaking his head around the corner. “You busy?”
Gesturing at the mess on my desk, I give him an apologetic smile. “Quite.”
He pouts. “I wanted a kiss.”
“Well, you’ll have to wait until I’ve got this down.”
Wilbur walks away, and I think he’s gone to pout somewhere else, but he walks in again about 30 seconds later wearing one of my shirts, looking very proud of himself.
“Think I pull it off?” He asks, and I give him a dismissive shrug. “Aww, baby, cmon. You’ve been studying all day. Put down the book and kiss me!”
“I’m just stressed,” I say apologetically, flipping through my textbook for the nth time. “I’ll come spend time with you later.”
Five minutes later, he’s back, this time with a guitar. I wish I was more annoyed with him, dancing around and making up a silly little song about his girlfriend who’s too busy to give him a kiss.
I groan. “Fine. C’mere.”
The second his lips brush mine, I’m love-drunk, wanting the real world to melt away and leave us alone together.
“If you don’t go away, you’re going to tempt me into dropping out of school to become your pretty little housewife,” I murmur, pecking both his cheeks and then his nose.
“No!” Wilbur gasps. “Don’t drop out of school. You can be educated and then my pretty little housewife.”
Giggling, I turn back to my schoolwork, reading approximately one word before Wilbur wraps his arms around my waist from behind, resting his chin on my head. “What now?”
“I miss youuuuuuu,” he sings, slipping his cold hands up my sweater and making me shiver. “Why don’t you come lay in bed with me?”
“Because I’m going to be your educated housewife,” I remind him, nodding at the textbook. “Give me a few minutes.”
Those few minutes aren’t spent on schoolwork, of course. They’re spent kissing my very adorable boyfriend.
#princesswrites#wilbur soot x reader#wilbur soot x you#wilbur x reader#mcyt x you#wilbur soot#wilbur x you#wilbur soot fluff#🎙 anon#wilbur mcyt#wilbur soot x female reader#princessfics
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𝐍𝐎. 𝟐 ❛ 𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 ❜ | NAKAWE, EARLY MARCH 1991
❧ 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 / 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 / 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭.
❛ News about the royal family filled broadcasts throughout the day as cheerful early birds, irreverent talk show hosts, and straight journalists alike seized on recent developments. Nothing was too trivial or unremarkable. With the quiet of death and mourning over, the messy aftermath presented opportunity—for ratings, among other things.
❧ ahhh !!! ngl, i'm very proud of this, and i think that it's an improvement on the last television montage. happy to report that there will be more :^) big grateful shoutout to @madebysimblr for the two hosts i lightly edited and renamed ! also shoutout to tom noguchi’s book for the direct inspiration djdhjf
𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭 ↓
TRANSCRIPT:
morning news
[J] That bird risked everything to put out the fire! Inspiring.
[E] It’s the Morning in Nakawe promise—wholesome coverage to start your day, every day.
[E] Now, as you know, it’s been several weeks since Princess Safya’s tragic death. It looks like her family is finally getting back to normal. We got a glimpse of some beach outings this week.
[E] Safe to say Abelina has quickly stolen hearts nationwide.
[J] Everything we’ve seen suggests she’s a sweetheart.
[E] And there she is enjoying some fun in the sun with her father. I think we’re all excited to see more of this little family—especially with two new members on the way.
[J] First Reyes twins in recent memory!
[J] Princess Leonor also took to the beach in Nakawe, although she spent her time reading instead of swimming. I bet booksellers are going to see that one flying off the shelves this week.
[E] I’ll admit that I already bought my copy! That’s Ogechi Suzu’s 1987 magical realism bestseller Learning to Fly. No spoilers, but it’s about a woman who can suddenly transform into a parrot.
[J] That’s a classic story, isn’t it? What’s Suzu’s take?
[E] A Nakawe city girl has to crisscross all of Uspana to find herself. There’s love and computers. It’s a modern update.
daytime talk
[F] Okay, we’re back! We couldn’t get a Reyes on our little broadcast, so Mencia Cipac’s here to discuss where we are post-Princess Safya. Mencia was a palace correspondent for years, and she published a fabulous book on royal childhood last fall. Today’s person of interest is a big girl now, but—well, is she really?
[F] Safya’s baby. That’s how we know her. Who is she now?
[M] That’s the question. In my book, I thought I had an answer. We’re going to watch a young person invent herself in real time—all while dealing with such extraordinary events. The premature death of a parent. Losing a role that was, by all accounts, her nascent identity.
[F] In public! Publicly.
[M] That’s right. The scrutiny and attention ... We know how hard it is. Going from a little girl to a young woman is always hard. In the public eye, even under normal circumstances, it’s absurd. In our modern history, this turn of events is unprecedented.
[F] To think, we really haven’t even known who she is.
[M] We never really know, but we make great educated guesses. We’ve see her through the prism of her role, particularly this past year. That isn’t unusual for royalty, here or elsewhere. A hard worker. Our queen’s “little shadow.” That just won’t be true anymore. I mean, we know—we’ve guessed—how Queen Beatriz is.
{Audience murmurs}
[M] So, where does that leave her? It is hard to predict. I wonder if she’ll continue to work in a similar fashion—become a loyal worker for the institution like Martin, perhaps.
[F] Oh, I hope not! Can you imagine? How dull! A beautiful girl. She’s so young. She should do something interesting—for me, because I want to see it. Someone get her on the line!
{Audience laughs}
[M] The recent surveys suggest that’s how many Uspanians feel. They sympathize, but they crave newness and excitement. Our public figures let us live vicariously, don’t they? Leonor’s generation is lagging—all children, of course, all off-limits. That means she’s the lighting rod for that collective anticipation.
[F] She was at the beach here in Nakawe the other day. The gossip is some surfers out there were chatting her up. You’ve seen those boys! She deserves the attention but, oh, so do I—!
{Crowd cheers}
[M] The talk has shifted immensely, hasn’t it? We thought there would be a wedding in a year or two, and now it’s all up in the air.
[F] Who cares about that nobody, really? The whole thing was so sweet it made my teeth hurt. Give us someone new. Someones, even.
[M] To people in my profession, the coming weeks are going to be significant. Whether she’s working as we expect or occupied some other way, her public life will be different. Romance is part of that, sure.
[F] A young girl needs it. Us old ones, too. Maybe a self esteem boost will help her out of this funk. It’s depressing, frankly, how bad she looks in those photos we’ve seen lately.
{Audience murmurs}
[F] Hey! She looks great, though! The baby fat is melting away. That mourning diet did wonders, wow. She always looked like her mother—the body, too, you know. Blessing and a curse.
[M] There’s some resemblance to her father, too.
{Audience grumbles}
[F] Jail! Legal won’t let me talk, but: right, ladies?
{Audience murmuring, interspersed clapping}
[F] Anyway, she has his coloring, yes. The darker skin—which, you know, is a shame since her mother had a very pretty complexion. Brighteners? Sunscreen? Maybe we could have a segment on good products. Bring in a dermatologist or two?
{Audience applauds}
evening news
[B] Alright, last update before the hour ends.
[R] That’s right. The Office of the Crown has given a timeline and some details on the transition. First, Princess Safya’s three children will be retaining their titles—that’s “princes” and “princess.”
[B] Courtesy, most likely.
[R] There was no explanation, but our colleagues over at Palace Affairs seem to believe so. Arnaut, meanwhile, is officially the Crown Prince of Uspana, per the same memorandum released today.
[B] That’s a big deal. I mean, we are looking at the future head of state. People my age associate him with, well, velvet and gambling. He’ll lead the nation in time. In your lifetime, if not mine.
[R] Well, Bernardo, the reality is that does concern some.
[B] It remains to be seen whether that’s fair. The coming months are going to be quite the test for him.
[R] You’ll recall better than me that he was tested in the 1970s and still hasn’t recovered—according to this month’s polls, anyway.
[B] Uspanians may not want to give him a chance, but he’ll be addressing the Assembly to formally accept the role all the same.
[R] And we’ll be reporting as it happens later this week. For now, that’s it for us. UBC Nightly News with Inti Rivera starts now.
nightly news
[R] Yesterday afternoon, Crown aides joined the chief medical examiner involved in the investigation of Princess Safya’s death for a press conference. Some reporters’ questions revealed the influence of rumor on what Uspana’s public now wants to know.
[R1] My understanding is that the Crown has not accepted the investigation’s conclusions. Can you confirm?
[A1] Incorrect. The Crown is uninvolved. Dr. Siodina issued a ruling, and the family asked questions strictly as surviving loved ones.
[R2] Did intoxication play a role in what happened?
[S] It isn’t my opinion that it led to her being in the water. It did contribute to the drowning itself.
[R3] Why did she leave the yacht?
[S] That’s a question with a psychological answer rather than a forensic one, I think.
{Reporters murmur}
[R4] Did an altercation with her husband, Lord Rodrigo, occur that night that would have caused her to leave?
[S] Um .... A moment, please.
{Reporters resume murmuring}
[A2] {whispering} Officially, yes, they argued.
[S] There was a disagreement, yes.
[A2] {whispering} No violence.
[S] It was, however, entirely civil.
{Reporters, clamoring}
[R] Following what some are now calling a, quote, “unmitigated disaster,” the Crown announced that it plans to conduct its own formal but unofficial inquiry into the accident as well as the investigation itself. In a twist, sources suggest this plan could have been in the works prior to the conference. This is a developing story.
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Hi Acacia! 💕
Could I have 1, 15 and 24 for your ask game?
Hi Lola! I'm always so excited to hear from you. Thank you so much for the ask and for playing this writing excerpt game! 🥰 I chose exclusively from my BC library for you and hope you’ll enjoy these 💕
1 An excerpt of my writing that makes me smile
If you'll indulge me, I think I'll pick two! ^^ Since I just reread this and have really been thinking about Lorelei a lot recently, here is a snippet from "Lucky" which tells the backstory of how Henry and Lorelei first met when they were children (he's 10 years old and she is 9 here). It was fun writing about a little bitty Henry and giving him a friend since he's so lonely. Just one of those wholesome stories that gave me a lot of warm & fuzzies to write! 💕
Henry’s cheeks turned a bit rose when he realized what he had said, but Lorelei just laughed. “So you’re a mind reader? Can you tell me how I’m feeling right now?”
Henry pursed his lips together. It usually didn’t work the way Lorelei thought. He mainly picked up on subtle differences and changes in mana signatures. What she was asking him to do know would essentially be reading her mind, but… “I can try.”
Closing his eyes, Henry took a deep breath and searched for Lorelei’s mana. Once again he was struck by how warm it was in the softest, most gentle way. He could almost think of what it reminded him of, but he still couldn’t put a word to it. And he certainly couldn’t figure out her emotion from it.
“I don’t know…” he admitted at last with a defeated sigh. He decided to make an educated guess. “Disappointed?” He would have been disappointed if he was her given the circumstances and the fact she would be stuck with him in this dreary old house when they grew up.
“No,” she replied, and he could hear the smile in her voice. “I’m happy.”
“Why?” The question slipped out before he could stop it.
“Because you’re Henry Legolant, and you’re nice. I guess I really am lucky.”
Henry’s face flushed a deep red, and he stumbled over his words until he eventually managed to choke out, “Lucky?”
“Mhmm…like my magic. It’s lucky magic, and even if it’s weak, it still makes good things happen for me. Like when I almost fell down the stairs, but you saved me. And my parents picking out a stranger for me to marry when I get older, but he’s actually really nice and my friend.”
“Friend?” Henry repeated the word incredulously. He shook his head in disbelief. Had she really said they were…? Could they really be friends?
“Of course we’re friends, silly,” Lorelei chuckled, and Henry blushed red as he wondered if it was, in fact, Lorelei who could read minds.
He felt the heat rising in his cheeks as a warmth began to spread through his chest; however, he stared down at his twisting hands and bit his lip. “I’ve…I’ve never had a friend before...”
Lorelei hummed. “Well…you’ve got one now,” she replied as if it was the most natural thing in the world, and Henry could feel her sincerity in the flickers of her kind, comforting mana. As it swirled around him almost like a warm blanket, a smile tugged at his mouth, and he realized what it was her mana reminded him of. It felt like a home—the kind that he had only read about. Somewhere warm, cozy, and safe filled with family and friends who cared for each other. It was only a distant dream for Henry, but…now he had a friend so, perhaps, he could have a home someday too.
I also wanted to include an excerpt from "First Christmas" which is a fluffy little story about all the future Black Bulls celebrating together and trying to make the holiday truly special for Yami and Charlotte's son (since it's his very first one!). This snippet has some YamiChar and Rillmy, so it especially makes me smile! ^^
“Hey!” protested Finral. “You guys are so mean to me. You’re both married and no one ever gives you a hard time about it.”
“That’s because Rill is wonderful”—Charmy beamed at him—“there’s nothing to give me a hard time about, and we were all waited for years for the Captain and Charlotte to get together. When they finally did, we were just so relieved that they had stopped being so dense.”
“Charmy, Rill didn’t even know who you were for how long…” bantered Vanessa. “We actually told him that you were his ‘food goddess,’ and he still didn’t get it. I don’t think you get to tease anyone for being dense.”
“That was a mistake,” said Rill apologetically. “But I know who she is now, and we’re very happy!”
Finral patted him on the shoulder. “It’s okay. These things happen.”
“He’s still not as dense as Captain Yami,” said Zora dryly.
“Listen, I got married before any of you morons so I don’t think I’m the dense one here.” The room grew suddenly quiet as the entire squad just blinked at him. Yami frowned, as Charlotte’s cheeks flushed. She had learned pretty quickly that the Black Bulls had been waiting for her and Yami to get together for almost as long as she had, but she was still getting used to getting teased about it. “She was sending me a lot of mixed signals, okay? I was just trying to be respectful.”
Vanessa snorted a laugh before she rolled her eyes. “They weren’t mixed signals. She was totally into you—even Magna noticed.”
“Hey, what’s that supposed to mean? I notice things!”
“We were honestly starting to get worried it was never going to happen,” teased Vanessa with a wink, completely ignoring Magna’s protests. “But you figured it out, and now you have this little one.” She turned to Charlotte with a smile, and as ran her hand across Katsu’s back, he turned to look at her with wide blue eyes that looked far older than his years. “And he’s such a cutie! Do you think he’s ready to be held again?”
Charlotte nodded as she held Katsu out to her and said, “Sure. Go ahead” to the wide-spread protestations of the rest of the squad who were promptly told to wait their turns.
Smiling brightly, Vanessa took the baby and began walking around with him to show off the decorations. “Hi Katsu. Aren’t you just the cutest little man? You look just like your dad—especially with all this messy dark hair. If only we could get him in a Christmas sweater like this.”
Yami frowned. “Don’t even think about it.”
15. An excerpt of my writing from an old piece that I like
I've decided to choose an excerpt from the first Black Clover fanfiction I ever wrote, Yellow Flowers, (I think only the first chapter is posted to Tumblr, but all 3 chapters are on AO3 and my old FFN account). This fic is my take on the backstory of how Vanessa and Finral became friends shortly after Vanessa joined the Black Bulls, and I'm still really proud of it, even though I think I have a much better grasp on the characters now. This whole scene in final chapter is probably my favorite in the piece, but here's just a snippet of it:
Inhaling sharply, Finral's voice hitched. He turned his entire body away from her, but Vanessa watched as his shoulders began to shake. He sniffled and wiped his hand across his face, and she wondered if he was crying. She stared at him, frozen, her breath getting caught in her lungs and her insides twisting—a pang in her chest.
She had felt this once before. Once, when she was in the market with Gordon, she had seen a lost child sobbing and wailing for his mother. She had tried to will her legs to move—to go over and comfort him—but she had frozen, just like this. By the time, she had managed to take a step forward, the boy’s mother had come running towards him and took him into her arms, crying herself. Vanessa had been so relieved, but it had struck a nerve in her and she couldn’t help but think of all the children who didn’t have a family to love them—whose cries went unheard and who were all alone—children like her…like Finral. When she looked at him now, all she could see was a lost, crying child, beaten down so many times with those words: useless, worthless, coward—until he believed them.
Her arms seemed to move on their own as she wrapped them around Finral—holding him tightly.
“Va…Vanessa,” he half-gasped, half-choked, and Vanessa pulled back slightly. She had never hugged anyone before and worried it had made him uncomfortable. She was beginning to wonder if she should have asked him first, when his stiff shoulders softened and he wrapped his arms around her. Her eyes widened. She had never been hugged either.
Since they were around the same height, she pressed her chin to his shoulder and pulled him close. She could feel him shaking—hear his shallow breathing, and she knew he was crying.
Something prickled behind her eyes. She didn’t know what to say. She felt…helpless. “I’m so sorry” was all she could manage.
Eventually, he broke away from her wiping his eyes with a breathy, self-deprecating chuckle, “You must think I’m pretty pathetic...”
“No,” answered Vanessa shaking her head. “You’re not pathetic at all. Your family is wrong about you. You aren’t useless. Your magic is defensive because you don’t want to hurt anyone—because you’re kind—and it’s incredible. I spent most of my life wishing for magic that could take me anywhere. If I had a power like that…” Vanessa’s voice trailed as she smiled bitter-sweetly off at the horizon.
Her voice wavering, she let out a shaky sigh before she continued, “And running away—leaving your House—doesn’t mean you’re weak. Just think about it, you just decided to pack up your things and leave that awful place. You didn’t even have to be rescued…” She paused as her hands trembled, and the words got stuck in the back of her throat. “There are…a lot of people who aren’t strong enough to do that, and the fact that you did…that doesn’t mean that you’re a coward”—her voice hitched—“It means that you’re brave.”
His watery eyes widening in shock, Finral’s jaw fell slightly slack. “Brave?” he whispered almost as if he didn’t believe it, and Vanessa nodded. Finral’s face was already red from crying, but she could tell a blush had filled his cheeks as a small smile formed in the corners of his mouth. “I’ve…never been called that before...” He chuckled lightly as his voice trailed. “Thank you, Vanessa.”
Vanessa shrugged, but her face flushed. “That’s what friends are for, right?”
24. An excerpt of my writing that makes me go "huh...i wrote that?!"
I don't think I've ever mentioned this on Tumblr before, but I have a very cheeky Black Clover "Choose Your Own Adventure" story called "Surviving The House Vaude Soap Opera." (It was never posted to Tumblr so this is an AO3 link). You are Finral, and it's very silly, purposefully melodramatic, and tongue-in-cheek--definitely not supposed to be taken seriously at all. It started out as an actual game I created with my sister so it's designed to be read with a dice for really randomizing things, but you can also just pick the numbers you want 😅 Obviously it doesn't include every possibility but there are several endings and several possible pairings in there. It's fun but far and away the most wild thing I've ever written for Black Clover and I still can't believe I wrote it.
Here are some excerpts because I amuse myself...(each indented segment is a totally separate thing)
You realize the love of your friends is the only love you will ever need, and you live a long, happy, and unmarried life as uncle to all of the Black Bulls’ children. The… Who are we kidding here?! Roll the Dice.
You are too scared to express your feelings, so you run off to the Forest of Poisonous Beasts to hide out until Mereoleona Vermillion (who has money riding on this relationship) drags you out of there by force and makes you confess. To your shock, Vanessa reciprocates your affections and soon accepts your proposal. You marry. Mereoleona gets her money, and you’re so indebted to her that you name your daughter after her. The End.
Langris suddenly appears and goes off on you for always trying to steal girls from him—why can’t you just find some of your own? he argues failing to recognize that Vanessa was your friend first. It’s like some parallel universe when Langris insists that this time you just have a duel to determine who gets to marry her instead of drawing the whole thing out. He beats you easily and, then, marries Vanessa. To this day you can’t figure out his motives, but you like to think they’re happy and didn’t just marry out of spite or something. You settle down at House Vaude with Lady Finesse and live a quiet, happy life together believing that all’s well that ends well, right? The End.
Your brother Langris in a shocking display of kindness realizes you and Lady Finesse are deeply in love and out of the goodness of his heart—which you always believed he had (despite evidence to the contrary)—decides to step aside so the two of you can marry.
Langris snaps at you that it’s none of your business and deflects the question before admitting that he can’t be with the woman he loves anyway so it doesn’t matter. Langris is capable of love? You’re so shocked and confused but desperately want to know the identity of this mystery woman. You push Langris for answers, but he refuses to tell you.
You think some “liquid courage” may help you express your feelings to Vanessa and ask her to have a drink with you. After way more than just “a drink,” you end up kind of yelling “I love you!” at her in a drunken stupor and asking her to marry you to which she points out that the two of you are already married.
In this category of "Huh? I wrote that?" there's also the entirety of Spite (but let's not talk about that...)
#thank you so much for the ask!!#black clover fic snippets#finral roulacase#vanessa enoteca#henry legolant x lorelei swallow#black clover oc: lorelei#yamichar#rillmy#and a lot of those house vaude soap opera pairings#but i'm not tagging them lol#the lovely lola
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yesterday me and bff were out for coffee and there was this old couple sitting next to us and they started talking to us randomly because the man heard me talking in four languages and we kind of ended up having coffee together. they were lovely and so wholesome, a mixed balkan marriage (him slovenian, she bosnian, met in high school in croatia and stayed together ever since) as many were in yugoslavia and such intelligent, educated and broad-sighted people that it was a joy to speak with them. he teased me about being tricky and strong-minded and she told me how she is learning english now and even relaxed enough to speak in english with me a little. they have a mixed race grandson (his father is from ghana) and they confided that they hope with more and more immigrants coming that people are going to learn how to be kinder and not as racist. she spoke about colouring eggs for easter and he interjected that he teases her about colouring eggs for ramadan as a new custom. it also turned out that they have been friends since university with my mom's friend, our family friend, and even called him on the phone to surprise him, absolutely delighted by the fact that i call him by an affectionat nickname and a word that is comparative to "uncle". she let me hug her at the end and he was delighted with me, saying he will make it so that we see eachother again. the whole conversation left me warm around my heart and renewed my, perhaps a bit foolish but nonetheless everpresent hope and belief that there is still a unity in people even after everything we have gone through, even after the hate propaganda and the falling apart of yugoslavia and the war, that we are still the same people, that we still respect each other and that, at our core, we all still love each other.
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A Moment of Magic
Deviali was a lot of things, including an expert lockpicker, a smooth talker, and in possession of the worst luck in Faerûn, to have gotten saddled with a mindflayer tadpole in her head (her only consolation, looking around the camp, was that she wasn’t the only one with this abysmal luck). She was a vagabond who had grown up on the streets of Baldur’s Gate, learning to steal from the time she was a little girl. What else was there for a half-elf child? Her education had been in back alleys, with knives and lockpicks and disarming tricks. She’d only learned her letters and numbers at the behest of her older half-brother, Jehn – and even he had left her eventually.
She was, to put it gently, a little rough around the edges. She certainly wasn’t academic, or smart in any way that wasn’t street-smarts or dirty fighting. And magic? That was a laughable concept. The gods hadn’t seen fit to grace her with an inborn ability to channel the Weave, and her father would never have been able to afford to send her to a school of magic, unless he’d managed to luck out on the heist of the century (and even then, he would never have spent that kind of coin on her).
So how Devi came to find herself standing outside of Gale’s tent in the camp, watching his actions as he showed her how to open a connection to the Weave, was a mystery even to her.
She liked the wizard – more than she had expected to, at any rate. The weird flutterings in her chest and how her belly seemed to flip on end when he smiled at her was an unexpected variable. He was too smart for her, too learned, too academic, too magical to meet her ordinary tastes in people when she wanted to blow off some steam. Shadowheart was far more her normal type, or Karlach (minus the whole walking-inferno thing). But something about Gale made Devi want to get and keep his attention. And the way he looked at her after demonstrating what was probably, to him, a simple spell, all full of expectation and hope… some part of her, rebelling against her normal nature, didn't want to let him down. So she studied his actions, then turned to replicate them as best she could.
For all that she was a half-Elf, inheritor of a species known for grace and poise, she felt none of that legendary grace as she clapped her hands together once, then twisted her shoulders so she could clap again on the other side of her body, before making a pushing motion outward. It certainly didn't have Gale's elegant flourish to it. But apparently that didn't matter as far as the Weave was concerned, as a burst of purple light suddenly lit up the night before her. Devi softly gasped as she felt… something within her, feeling warm and comforting. She hadn't felt that level of calm, stable surety in years, and hadn't ever expected to feel it again. “Gale! You saw that, right?”
“I did indeed. Excellent,” Gale said, his voice low and rich with warm approval. “Now, repeat after me: Ah-Thran Mystra-Ryl Kantrach-Ao.” Devi could feel the flickers of power radiating from him as he spoke, magic coming easily to his call. She wanted to tell him that there was no way she could be as eloquent and powerful with her words as he was…
But how could she disappoint Gale now, when he looked at her with that gaze? Devi opened her mouth, her tongue tripping over the unfamiliar language Gale would have her speak. “Ah-Thran...”
Gale nodded encouragingly, his dark eyes smiling in the starlight.
“... Mystra-Ryl…” Devi felt a little flicker of power deep inside her belly, and focused on it as she finished the words. “Kantrach-Ao!” There was another burst of violet light, and Devi could smell rosewater in the air around her, making her feel utterly calm and content with life, even with the parasite in her head. There was a little burst of sweetness on her tongue, like the sugary treats that she’d rarely been able to get as a child, yet somehow more wholesome than even those delicacies.
“Very good!” Gale beamed proudly. “Now, I want you to picture in your mind the concept of harmony. As true as you can.”
“Harmony?” Devi tilted her head in thought, thinking. Her life wasn’t terribly harmonious, what with growing up on the streets of Baldur’s Gate. Yet, there had to have been a few moments of harmony during her years of existence. After all, right now here with Gale, under the stars, learning magic under his guidance, felt really, really… nice.
Unbidden, a memory came to mind, one of her earliest memories – the little patch of garden behind the old house. Jehn sitting under a tree with her, laboriously reading a story to her from an old book and showing her the pictures on the pages. Mama taking a moment from her labour to smile at the two children, seemingly forgetting all the woes that the gods had settled on her shoulders. It had been so long, Devi almost couldn’t remember the details of her mother’s face… but she did remember that smile.
Violet light drew her out of her musings, along with a flowing, secure warmth in the air around her. She swore she could sense the presence of another woman – the woman who had hovered in conjured light over Gale’s palm when she’d come up to the wizard that evening. Unbeknownst to Devi, her hand drifted out until her fingers met Gale’s at his side, hesitating, then cautiously reaching for him. She almost panicked and jerked her hand back until she felt his own fingers respond, gently tangling with hers as he turned to look at her, soft pride in his eyes and a pleased smile on his lips–
Devi, why are you looking at the wizard’s lips? He fucked a goddess, he can’t possibly be interested in you! And yet, Devi couldn’t bring herself to pull her hand away from Gale’s. She swore she could feel the anticipation of a kiss, before she felt herself being cloaked in a sense of peace she’d only rarely felt before. She felt completely safe, here and now, tadpole in her brain be damned. She smiled, then looked away from Gale’s lips, lest she give in to her reckless urge to kiss the human.
If Gale noticed where her gaze had been directed, he didn’t acknowledge it. Instead, he chuckled proudly. “You did it! You’re channelling the Weave. How does it feel?”
“It feels… hells, there’s no words for this,” Devi breathed out, looking around at the purple lights flowing around her and Gale. If Mystra was watching this, she didn’t seem to be objecting at her former lover with his new… what even was Devi to Gale? A student, now? A friend – certainly, Devi hoped they were friends at this point. But more than friends… now, that was an idea she could get behind. “It feels… magical,” she finally said, feeling a little lame for the descriptor. “Sensual, even.”
“That it does,” Gale agreed, a grin forming little creases by his eyes. Still with his fingers entwined with Devi’s, he turned to look at her again, rather than admire the magical glow around the pair of them. Devi felt herself drawn back to his gaze, letting herself feel the new sensations that the Weave was creating within her. This moment, with Gale, felt… intimate. Sensual, she had said to him, describing channelling the Weave? Yes, sensual – that was a good word.
Beyond even the telepathic connections that the tadpoles gave them, Devi was sure she could feel Gale’s mind almost as clearly as she could feel her own. She had the sudden idea that she could imagine what she wanted, and the wizard would understand it. Only one way to test that theory… She let herself think on the fantasy she had entertained earlier that day, of the wizard’s big hands caressing her neck over her rose tattoo before pulling her in for a kiss – slow, at first, but with increasing passion. What would he taste like, if she kissed him? As good as the Weave had tasted on her tongue?
Gale’s eyes widened; Devi felt his heart skip a beat. “I… I didn’t think…” he stammered out. Through their connection, she could feel short, sharp bursts of embarrassment and trepidation, and quickly moved to let go of his fingers, already opening her mouth to apologise for her forwardness.
His fingers tightened on hers, preventing her easy escape, as nothing short of elation surged through the night air from him. “Don’t go,” he quickly said. “Sorry, I, uh, wasn’t expecting… but it is a pleasant image, to be sure!” If it was daylight, Devi suspected that she would have seen the tips of his ears flushing red. “Most pleasant, in fact. Most welcome.”
“Really?” Devi felt her lips pull upward in a smile as she stepped a little closer to Gale. “Were you thinking about the possibilities too?”
“I wouldn’t have dared impose,” Gale hurriedly said. “But… I would be lying if I said I hadn’t… considered it. That you apparently were thinking about it too…”
And then Mystra apparently decided to spoil the moment – or Devi’s focus had run out. The Weave evaporated, leaving the night feeling cold; Devi’s skin rippled with gooseflesh as she shivered. Feeling more than a little lonesome without the Weave enrobing her, she inched closer to Gale, half in search of his body heat.
“Ah. There it goes.” Gale sighed, apparently feeling the same forlornness that Devi did without the Weave. “How easily things slip away from us, no matter how hard they were in the obtaining.”
“Does it always feel like that?” Devi wondered, looking up at Gale. “That… warm, and comforting, and…”
Gale smiled. “It does. Although your first time channelling the Weave is always special. Nothing else quite feels like it.” His eyes, already gentle tonight, seemed to grow still softer yet as he gazed down at the half-Elf before him. The hand that wasn’t entwined with Devi’s fingers came up to caress her neck, right over the rose tattoo, like she had imagined. Her breath caught in her throat as the wizard leaned in slightly. Was this it? Was he going to kiss her like her fantasy had said?
“Not yet,” Gale murmured, in a low, husky tone that spoke of promises for later. “It’s late, and we both should sleep.” He gently tugged her in closer to him; Devi felt her heart race as he stooped slightly, just enough to press his lips to her forehead in a gentle, lingering kiss. “Good night, Devi,” he softly said. “I enjoyed sharing a moment of magic with you.”
“Good night, Gale,” Devi whispered, smiling at the wizard before she finally stepped back from him, her hand releasing his fingers and letting his arms drop to his sides. Feeling his eyes on her, she slowly turned and made her way back to the fire, and her waiting bedroll. She could feel Shadowheart’s eyes on her as the Shar acolyte (poorly) pretended to sleep, as clearly as she could sense Astarion’s judgemental look. She knew she would have to fend off questions from the both of them, and from Karlach, in the morning about how her evening with Gale had gone.
But Devi, normally the type to fuck someone and gloat about it later, didn’t want anything to spoil the memory of her intimate lesson in magic with Gale. And the sparks that had been flying in the shadow of his tent weren’t all courtesy of the Weave.
#kel writes#baldur's gate 3#bg3#gale/tav#Deviali#Gale of Waterdeep#Act I spoilers#slow burn#romance#still figuring out Devi's backstory#and still playing through the game#so for the love of fuck do NOT spoil anything post-Underdark in the comments please!
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I have a friend who was never taught how to take care of herself, including how to wash/brush/braid her hair, how to wash her face, how to care for acne, how to brush her teeth correctly, how to apply makeup and correctly wash it off, ect. In order to keep her anonymous and also get all the info (as I'm not one to do all the tutorials alone) I'm croudsourcing this info. If you're free, please pick a self care topic and write a simple tutorial on it. If you don't have time, well wishes are also appreciated.
hello, sorry for letting this sit in the inbox for 2 days, start of the week turned out to be much more draining than i expected it to be. So, maybe surprisingly for some, I myself am not very educated on these things (but this post aint about me). But I did try my best to find useful resources that could help your friend or anyone in that matter. remember, even if you had parents and maybe they even taught you some things it doesnt mean you know everything you probably should.
first of all, there are these two channels that might be very very helpful. I think I heard something about this concept before and it sounded so wholesome and interesting, but I just never looked into it myself. Here they are:
https://m.youtube.com/@momhowdoi4105
https://m.youtube.com/@DadhowdoI
These are two youtube channels who answer questions you'd usually ask a parent, i.e hey mom, how do i braid hair? (btw, turns out she literally has a video on that!!
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yayy :D ). I'm sure if any other things cant be found in here specifically, you can find an answer if searched in a similar way.
for caring for your hair, i found this video right here:
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and also this channel:
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this is a professional hair stylist and he has a lot of videos about how to take care of your hair and your brush and other things, which seems super great! he seems to be quite aware of how much people might shove expensive products into your face that dont do much, but also he does recommend sticking to professionally used products that you'd know work well, so thats also good! he's pretty good at explaining complicating things in easy words, which definitely helps someone like me for sure.he also understands that everyone is different and it affects how and when you can and should do things, without feeling judged.
now, i probably havent done a lot, i hope the other people you reached out to could share a lot of tips how to do things and where to learn them. I wish you and your friend, and anyone else who might have needed this post to help look after themselves or anything like that the absolute best. you're all wonderful, you're all fantastic, even if you don't know how to do something. I hope you learn to ignore any judgement you might face from certain people and instead focus on receiving help frrom people who care about you getting better. all the love from this strawberry :)
#frabask#health#health tips#resources#please keep in touch with me if you need anything else#i know i’m not very helpful but :( id still like to give as much support as i can at least#you can do it woohoo!!
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it’s hilarious how frobin stans try and debunk every other robin ship. I found your debunking of lawbin post just by searching them up. Like your shit and stay in your lane. I recognise you too. You’re the try-to-be sanctimonious frobin stan on Twitter that says they always try to “check” toxic frobin stans but your likes consist of posts that trash other robin ships. I like frobin but the stans are worse than lunami shippers and have ruined frobin for me. It gives insecurity. The whole basis is “oh oda said they’re the mom and dad of the crew”. Yeah he also said Zoro is the dad and Usopp is the mother. So what then? All of u need to stop being so annoying
EVERYONE, I'm going to answer this ask because I want to educate. I have no idea if you return anon but hey... maybe you do and maybe you actually learn something from my post. But be aware I wrote it while being pissed off.
And sorry to all the LawBin fans who find this because of anon who did not censor the ship name. I don't control the anon.
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Mate... if I would try to seriously debunk La:wB:in I would put much more effort into it.
And what post do you mean? This one, that is two years old and posted because I tried to understand where you fans saw La:wB:in?
Or this one, with ONE (1) note, that I only answered because someone asked me? And sorry that I got a bit prissy in this one but I was annoyed by the fact that La:wB:in fans had spoiled me - while I was searching for FRobin on twitter - with something that turned out to be one of the thinnest anti-FRobin arguments that I've ever laid eyes on.
And I've seen quite a lot of anti-FRobin arguments. Honestly I have better anti-FRobin arguments than two people sitting beside each ohter!
"Like your shit and stay in your lane"
Yet, you are in my inbox.
"You’re the try-to-be sanctimonious frobin stan on Twitter that says they always try to “check” toxic frobin stans but your likes consist of posts that trash other robin ships."
True and even though it might seem insincere this ist the thought process: I hope that when I like their stuff - instead of retweeting it - they follow my twitter and see the many times I tweet "Please don't engage in fandom wank! Leave other shippers alone! Ship and let ship!"
And it is also true that I do sometimes tell peole "hey I'm sorry you had bad experiences with FRobin fans" because personally I mostly had positive ones. In my opinion FRobin fans are smart, calm, silent and love FRobin because it's healthy and wholesome. The exception from the rule? Most of the times Trolls.
I've told "FRobin fans" to stop to annoy others and they told me that they actually don't ship anything. Often enough people just want to stir shit up, making people hate "the shippers" and so "the ship".
Just like you. You fell for it and you also give a very bad image towards all of the La:wB:in shippers. But I know you're just a single warrior on your path of righteousness. Good luck finding the chill to not do that anymore, mate. Maybe read my pinned post?
Before anyone wonders why I made those screenshots: I sent them to a Zo:Ro:bin shipper to show them that maybe not every attack made by FRobin fans are actually FRobin fans. And the same goes for EVERY SHIP! EVERY SINGLE SHIP!
We different shippers and organiziers sometimes work together to bring shippers home, where they belong.
"I like frobin but the stans are worse than lunami shippers and have ruined frobin for me."
Here is a little fun fact: You can still enjoy FRobin without engaging with the fans. Just go read fanfiction on Ao3 without an account. Go on pixiv and deviantart and look at fanarts. Don't read tweets or tumblr posts. Curate your online expirence. It is really simple.
Also I don't know what LuNami has to do with anything... but you will find assholes for every ship and every fandom (yes, FRobin too). I tend to be quite the asshole sometimes. Luckily most of the time I calm down before I go full rage.
"It gives insecurity."
FRobin fans have nothing to be insecure about. We constantly make fun of our ship because of how safe we feel in our little vessel. It's a strong ship because we have a shipwright. ;)
"The whole basis is “oh oda said they’re the mom and dad of the crew”. Yeah he also said Zoro is the dad and Usopp is the mother. So what then? All of u need to stop being so annoying"
..... oh god I'm so tired. Please if you want to debunk FRobin just do your homework. If you want to know why people ship FRobin, here is some reading material. Go through it and then please give me something else to work with.
Why people ship FRobin:
Too much to read for you?
Take this:
"Franky and Robin are the mom and dad", mate that is not even accurate anymore. It's Jinbe now. Franky is a perverted Grandma.
God, imagine shipping FRobin only because of that... that is even a worse argument then "People only ship FRobin because of one non-canon scene in the anime". No dude...
The tag is "why I ship it" on this very blog. Educate yourself
#FRobin#not frobin#come on give me something to work with#I'm tired and bored#and I hope my RL friends don't learn that I answered this ask#because they said I should just delete it#but in case someone else finds this post#just do your homework before you come running into anyones inbox#and be aware of trolls#they are everywhere#they live for the wank#I hate that this is forgotten knowledge#kon
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I gotta say, amid all the bullshit in the world, my mum messaging me today to show off the signs she made to promote an "LGBT+ History Month" event she got involved with was so fucking welcome.
Turns out a local church group factioned in her village, and the homophobic branch set up a new gathering right in the middle of the village at a popular time, at which point people started attending it because it was convenient (not knowing why it was started).
So now there's a concerted effort to raise awareness and inform the villagers what being LGBTQ+ actually is, and its just such a wholesome response. I hope it goes well, but even if not, I'm glad to know my mum has gone from barely tolerant to a proper ally, who has gone out of her way recently to educate herself.
There's still hope, peeps.
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*I AM, IN LARGE PART, A FIGMENT OF MY OWN YEARNING IMAGINATION.
*NAME: Zoya Finch.
*AGE: 27.
*OCCUPATION: socialite, philanthropist, con / artist.
*ALLEGIANCE: Jabberwocks.
*PINTEREST: here.
»»» a white bird in a blizzard; the deflective intrigue of the unknown; a crude papier-mâché mask; the kinds of bargains made in folktales; the delicate legs of a spider as it spins silk; a blank canvas revealed to be an intricate overlay of white and off-white streaks of paint; deals with devils and no true victor; the gaze of a room sweeping in one direction; the seven of swords in meaning ( strategy, secrecy, and deceit ); the seven of swords in acronym ( fitting for a girl forever lost to strange new depths ); the seven of swords in practice ( power doesn’t just come from what’s real, but what we believe is real. )
BASICS, HISTORY, WANTED CONNECTIONS, & EXTRAS UNDER THE CUT !!
*BASICS.
BIRTH NAME: Zoë Vogel
CURRRENT NAME: Zoyalind Amandine Finch
NICKNAMES: Z ; S.O.S ( acronym of ‘seven of swords,’ used by Jabberwocks only ) ; Birdy ( used only by Rune and those in the know )
AGE: 27
D.O.B.: July 14, 1995
BIRTHPLACE: Grigny, France
CURRENT RESIDENCE: London, England
LANGUAGES SPOKEN: English, French ( native ), conversational German, beginning High Valyrian ( learned secretly via Duolingo )
AFFILIATION: Jabberwocks.
OCCUPATION: socialite ( but really, con + artist )
EDUCATION: secondary school / limited university-level coursework
SEXUALITY / ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: whatever, whoever, whenever
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: single
CHILDREN: none
POSITIVE TRAITS: artistic, fun-loving, imaginative, quick study, sociable
NEUTRAL TRAITS: chameleonic, enigmatic, proud, selectively loyal, vain
NEGATIVE TRAITS: hedonist, mischievous, narcissistic, opportunistic, self-indulgent
INSP: Anna Delvey, Banksy, Holly Golightly, Jessica Rabbit, Megara, Vesper Lynd, and the girlboss/gaslight/gatekeep meme
*HISTORY.
It was never a secret to little Zoë that she was an unplanned child. The absence of a father throughout all her formative years was evidence enough, along with a distinct longing for the more that simply could not be provided by her poor, immigrant mother. She grew up a child of invention, prone to fits of drama and imaginative histrionics — teachers would note that she’d seemingly mastered the ability to cry ‘truthful’ tears on a moment’s notice by the age of nine, and used this to trick classmates into believing some heartbreaking story that would lead to her acquiring more toys, money, and candies than she’d left home with.
Her better qualities, however, showed an early aptitude for art, rhetoric, and escapism. Zoë learned young that there was nothing people loved more than a good story, or the impression of one — with ‘good’ denoting not just qualities of wholesomeness or courage, but instead something that one could sink their teeth into and bite at until they were left with complete satiety. The world around her, more her mother’s than her own, was all dismal and dingy and small. There was nothing interesting about their one-room hovel, nor the fact that both inhabitants worked degrading, menial jobs just to put scraps on their table once a day. What was interesting, however, was what young Zoë imagined in its place, dream-worlds turned into reality by way of canvas and pretend — deluding even herself into believing she was a special girl made for special things.
Instead of attending university like her mother had hoped, Zoë took a job as an au pair for a politician’s family, and remained with them for a few years longer. It was through this work that she had her first true encounters with the elite — not as a participant, but as an observer, and one who was granted the opportunity to study until it became second nature. Once that piece fell into place, the girl continued her attempt at being her own divining force, creating destiny rather than waiting for it to come to her. Lying to her mother about the status of her work, Zoë Vogel relocated to London and re-fashioned herself as Zoyalind Amandine Finch, the daughter of a French heiress and British-German diplomat. On charm alone, she could sell her new acquaintances on the fantasy — but then again, who could have denied someone with her beauty, knowledge, and the natural eloquence of her tongue?
Quickly, she became a darling of the London arts and club scene, acting on behalf of her ‘Finch Foundation’ by hosting artists’ debuts and other vernissages before they moved onto larger exhibitions at London’s grandest museums — including, by way of the pseudonym of ‘Birdy’ — her own work. Long dead was the girl who’d hand-scrubbed floors, polished silverware, or chased after children, and in her place was a socialite free to roam the realms of high society and an artist whose anonymity ensured her success. However, on a ruthless string of bad luck, Zoya got desperate when her financial demands couldn’t be met by what she made ( or made up ), and so she struck a deal with the Jabberwocks: their loaned support in exchange for the business her so-called foundation brought in — and whatever else they found her useful for.
In the time since, Zoya’s become the shining starlet of the Red Rose Casino, hosting her parties there and ensuring that the status-hungry and wealthy alike empty their wallets and shed their inhibitions at the Jabberwocks; crown jewel, only to come back begging for more. The casino provided the experience, but she sold the illusion in the first place, the promise of elite treatment sealing the fates of so many as little more than Alices gone down the rabbit hole of gambling and grandeur.
*WANTED CONNECTIONS.
more will be added v soon, along with a proper connections page once i figure out zoya’s theme and pages and whatnot !! these are all up for grabs, and if you like bits of one but not the whole idea, dw — i’m all about collaborating on some cool plot together, so just hmu and let’s dream something up <333
ENEMIES: It’s an obvious one for a girl like her, but I think it’d be fun to play around with varieties of this trope, meaning — friends turned enemies, rival elites, someone who’s realized they’ve been conned by her, etc. Honestly, I just want to see Zoya squirm, retaliate, and/or attempt to con her way out of the situation. There are lots of reasons to be a hater, and so I’d definitely like to play out different versions of ‘enemies,’ most especially between Zoya and a member of the Jolly Rogers, but also between Zoya and a civilian or member of government.
GUIDING LIGHT: ( Likely only suitable for someone unaffiliated with either group. ) She doesn’t hate the woman she’s become, but I do think there’s a part of Zoya that wants to know if she could ever be someone more typically ‘good.’ This plot would be for a far gentler soul than she is, who against all odds, is or becomes someone that Zoya ( normally very suspicious of the goody-two-shoes types ) not only trusts, but even aspires to be more like. I’m especially interested in playing this out and seeing how Zoya’s own shadowy self might affect the other’s light-like qualities, in addition to the reverse, of course.
HADES TO HER MEGARA: ( Likely only suitable for a fellow Jabberwocks member. ) I imagine that this is the person with whom she struck her deal, and is essentially indebted to for loaning her money in exchange for the business her fallacies brought in to other establishments. Similar to Meg / Hades, I think that this person ( whether of their own accord or on the Jabberwocks’ orders ) would find ways of stretching out the terms of the deal, making Zoya interminably in debt to them and seemingly without a way out. How this might pressure her into making other deals and decisions, along with exploring a potentially twisted little connect, would really be so fun to me.
HEARTBREAK: Heavily inspired by this, and ( despite the connect’s name ) not necessarily just for a romantic plot!! Similar to the Guiding Light connect, I’d really like to play around with someone who either sees the good in Zoya, or perhaps has simply been duped into believing her to be a truly good person. The drama comes in when either the curtains are raised and the masquerade is over, and it’s clear that Zoya is going down a path / becoming someone that the other cannot support. I can definitely see this fitting a romantic or friends sort of ship, especially one which originally started via Zoya’s con artistry but has since grown into something far more real than Zoya could have ever predicted — thus making the outcome, on both parties’ ends, all the more heartbreaking.
WRATH OF CONS: ( listen, i had to go for at least ONE terrible punny name. ) I’d love a little cat-and-mouse sort of relationship between Zoya and a rival con, especially one that starts with neither party knowing the other’s true intentions. A little bit of Mr. and Mrs. Smith energy, though not necessarily romantic-inclined!
ofc, non-specific connects are always welcome! for example: friends, romances, colleagues, etc !!
*EXTRAS.
i. Although it happens to be an interpretation of her birth surname, there’s genuinely no reason as to why she chose the surname ‘Finch.’ She simply thought that it lent a nice ring to her new name, and sounded believably aristocratic enough — an old money name, and one with plenty of character and animal allusions to go along with.
ii. Fittingly for her alliance, Zoya is enamored with tarot and all things occult. She’ll gladly read her friends’ spreads at parties, perform a monthly energy cleansing at her flat, and check her horoscope at breakfast. Her belief in these practices is...not exactly firm, per se, but there is a sort of optimistic nihilism behind it all.
iii. Zoya has the palate of a child: sweets, fried foods, uncomplicated dishes, things packaged with sugar and no visible expiration date, the same old order from the same old place. Even with her talents for reinvention and fallacy, you can’t adjust tastebuds with a trick of memory.
iv. Taking after her mother and the countless others of their low-income area, she’s been a smoker since her teen years, and her voice ( naturally somewhat low-pitched ) has gotten increasingly raspy over the years. Doctors would argue that it’s chronic laryngitis, but Zoya simply embraces it as part of her smoke-and-mirrors charm.
v. Though French was her mother’s native language and the one they spoke at home, Zoya learned English out of necessity and studied German for several years in school. When she worked as an au pair, she put those lessons to good use in order to better accommodate the family. Zoya much prefers French and German when not speaking English, so much so that one can easily tell where they stand with her depending on the language of the pet name she gives them.
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saw ur posts about ur theories on ln12 I was wandering if you had more theories u would like to share? And also who do u want to end up with kat? also do u think her secret will be discovered soon? i wander if her brother has reincarnated since he was mentioned a bit in the last volume
Thanks for the ask Anon! I'm giddy at finally getting something sent to my inbox!
Do I got theories? What are they?
For theories, I have a few, but honestly not that many, they're more like, 'Headcanons/cool things that I want to have happen in the future!' Like Pochi turning into a dragon, or super large menacing-looking wolffo! Cool stuff, but they're not too likely to happen.
Oh! Actually, here's one that I highly support and remember thinking about!
The person that educated Sora is reincarnated, and might not even be dead!
I thought I came up with this theory by myself, but another, much more eloquent user actually put the theory into words, and even came up with more reasons than I initially had!
More opinionated stuff, under the cut~
Logically, in terms of who would work best from an actual endgame marriage standpoint, it's obviously Maria. Katarina canonically simps for her to long lengths in the novel. And, while Katarina being friends has helped everyone in some way, I'd argue that she helped Maria out the most in such a (relatively) small amount of time.
Katarina's Romance Situation Opinions!
As for who I want Katarina to end up with, for personal reasons, it's 100% Mary! This doesn't necessarily mean that I think she's the best actual option for Kat, and is just something that I would personally like to see more of.
She helped mend the gap between Maria's mom and her, and helped with a lot of Maria's emotional issues in what was approximately a month.
"But she did similar things for Alan and Geordo's relationship!" I hear non-existent debaters shout.
Well, yes, HOWEVER! Maria constantly makes Katarina want to do her best with how incredibly hard she works. Maria makes Katarina want to be a better person, and that's what a very healthy relationship should make someone want to do.
I'm terms of who I think the author is trying to veer to, I think that they have a lot of partiality to Geordo and Maria. However, I'm more-or-less hoping at the end goal is the:
Poly/Harem Route - it's the easiest way to satisfy everyone (or maybe just me, since I feel like I'm the only one actually fine with things staying in stasis-mode).
With HameFura I have confidence it could actually be pulled off relatively well! Most of the members in the current lineup aren't very aggressive to one-another.
Mary might want to have Katarina all to herself, but she has an adorable friendship with the two other girls. Even though she mostly seems like a dog owner to Alan, she does legitimately care about him, too (as is stated in her pov). She doesn't take any of her schemes too far, and the only ambitious one is just taking Katarina to another country. No murder, or insulting, or nasty gossip and rumor spreading of the others vying for Katarina.
The only ones that might have issues are Keith and Geordo, who butt heads a lot already, and honestly, I'm not entirely sure it would simmer down if a poly-harem route happened.
Even so, though, I believe it was stated that no matter who Katarina chooses in the end, they would respect her wishes. So I'm sure no real harm would come if Kat opted for it.
So! For personal reasons, it's Mary, the one I actually think would be best for Kata would be Maria, I think the author is aiming or either a Geordo or harem route, and ideally, since I'm sad about changing dynamics and the possibility of less screen time and interactions between the main cast (because I have an unfortunate soft-spot for all of them, sadly) I'd like the harem/poly ending.
Oh, uhhh, if you wanted me to say who I think Kata should get with in terms of guys, btw, my immediate answer is Alan. Their relationship is so dang wholesome, and unlike Geordo or (at times, Keith), Katarina feels wholly comfortable around Alan.
Fun fact because I love it btw: Alan was the first route Katarina cleared in Fortune Lover!
Sarah was very... difficult for her appearances. It's almost like trying to catch a butterfly because they're not flutter-flapping in a straight. Line!
Next up: Kata's secret!
The volumes tend to be a bit of a slow-burn for most of them, and I think I can safely say that Sarah didn't appear in 13 (as far as I've read from translated summaries anyway).
She first appeared in Vol. 4, then it's not until 11 when we hear from her, in 12 she gets a bit more focus, but since she doesn't show up in 13 (from what I can tell). So I think best-case senerio is that I missed her and she is in vol 13. If not, then I expect her to not show until 15-17
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Can we please get headcanons for Marshall having to substitute for Lily at her preschool job (somehow) and him interacting with the kiddos? I love Marshall being such a wholesome dad-vibes guy.
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He was worried today was going to be a nightmare.
Marshall had no idea what he was doing.
He was stressed around one child, let alone a full classroom of them.
He just wasn’t quite sure what he was doing.
Clearing his throat nervously, he entered the classroom,
Prepping the best that he could for the upcoming flood of kids.
He gulped as he wandered out of the principal’s office,
Wandering behind her as she showed him to his classroom for the day.
But, to his surprise, when he walked in, the room was pristine.
Everything was set up perfectly,
The school’s Educational Assistant was supervising the class,
Only temporarily for the few minutes it took for Marshall to arrive.
All of the students were patiently seated in their respective spots,
Turning to spot the two entering the room.
“Ah! You must be Mr. Eriksen,” the TA said.
Immediately, she turned to the children and smiled warmly,
“Be good now, okay?”
As she went to exit the room, she gave him a warm smile and nod.
He needed the silent encouragement.
The Principal briefly explained the situation,
“Mr. Eriksen will be taking care of you today.”
She passed him the work plan for the day,
And gave his shoulder a squeeze.
“Be good,” she reminded,
Then exited.
Marshall stood horrified.
All the children sat kindly,
Watching as he stood nervously at the door.
They could smell fear.
He needed to remind himself of that.
“Hi!” He said, attempting to seem cheery.
“Good morning Mr. Eriksen,” they said in unison.
He paused, then smiled.
Of course his wife was the one to teach these kids.
They were already so polite.
“It looks like we’re starting with reading time today,”
Some of the kids grew giddy,
Turning to each other with grins,
Jumping in their seats.
He paused, smiling again.
“Can you all tell me your names before we begin?”
One by one, each raising their hands to speak, he learned all of their names.
“Uh, Amanda,” he finally said once everyone was done,
Somehow nervous now needing to work one-on-one with each of them.
“You seemed excited for reading time. Wanna read with me?”
Her eyes sparked excitedly.
“Yes!”
Quickly, he scurried to the front.
Marshall showed the book outward facing to the class,
Helping Amanda read the words in the book one-by-one.
The entire class clapped when she finished,
The little girl beaming with pride.
Then, Marshall felt like the day was going to be smoother than he thought.
When the kids did coloring, Marshall wandered past every desk,
Smiling and nodding in encouragement.
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“A great family picture, Laura.”
“Han, that’s a great alligator!”
Finally, as the day came to a close,
He said goodbye to the students one-by-one,
High-fiving them and smiling sweetly on their way out.
Slowly, Amanda approached him with a folded up piece of paper,
And handed it to him.
It was the flower she had drawn earlier.
The one he had complimented her on.
The one she said she might give to her Mom.
“Didn’t you make this for your mother?”
Amanda shook her head with an adorable smirk,
As though she had sneakily tricked him.
“No, I made it for you!”
Marshall paused, stunned, admiring the sweet sketch.
Quickly, Amanda hugged his legs.
“I hope you come back to visit us soon!” She beamed up at him,
Then ran out the door,
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Wandering into his home that night, he had a pure grin.
Lily looked up from where she was sleeping on the couch,
Giving a faint cough.
He smiled, teary eyed.
“I get why you started that job.”
He chuckled to himself.
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All Lily could do was smile.
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Could you maybe write something with dark dark Steve who has a huge size kink and crying kink and loves to humiliate?
School Days
Note: sorry it took so long. been kinda down. also hope i did OK with humiliation.
Summary: Co-worker makes you feel uncomfortable.
Warning: 18+Only, short reader, size kink, crying kink, humiliation kink, non consent, forced fingering and cock warming i think
Dark Coach Steve x Short Teacher Reader
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You had always had a love of teaching. Growing up your friends would always groan when it was your turn to pick what to play, because you always chose to play school.
You knew exactly what you wanted to do when you got to college. You wanted to shape young minds. It was fascinating watching them grow and learn right before your very eyes.
Shelby elementary hired you two years after you received all of your certificates. Replacing their beloved Mrs.Pepper Potts after she moved out of town with her husband.
You taught first graders. You preferred teaching the lower grades. The higher grades were a bit difficult. Competing for attention when most of the students where dealing with raging hormones proved an exhausting endeavor. Your short stature became a reoccurring issue too. During your student teacher days you realized the taller they got the more they seemed to not take you seriously.
At least working with the lower grades you were less likely to be confused as a student. You had lost track of how many times you were stopped in the hall by a colleague. With the lower grades you towered over your class and commanded respect with little effort.
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You felt exhausted. Your first parent teacher meeting was over. It was endearing and encouraging that so many parents had so many concerns about the development of their little ones. But their critiques on your credentials didn't fail to strike a nerve, an issue new teachers faced all the time. You smiled through it as you normally did. Letting them have their back handed remarks as you answered and waited out the clock.
When it was all over you needed a drink. You cleared up the mess they left for you, a preview of what to expect from their spawn.
When everything was in its place you tackled the blackboard. Taking out your stool you stood on tip toes erasing. You had the bright idea of outlining your curriculum on the board for all the parents to view. It was hard getting it all on the massive board, but with your step stool you got as high as you could go.
"Hey! Whoa you know that's dangerous." A voice rushed to your side as your stool tilted.
"Are you OK little one?" he asked helping you down.
God he's tall. You barely came eye to eye with his chest. You tensed in his arms and when he realized his mistake he released you.
"Oh sorry" he rubbed the back of his head slightly embarrassed. "I'm Steve Rogers." He reached out a hand for you to shake. You took it and introduced yourself. His firm grip swallowed your hand, when he squeezed you held in the hurt from the pressure.
Steve's presence was intimidating despite the smile he wore. When he released your hand, you took as step back, but he stepped forward.
He is just a close talker. Don't over analyze.
"Sorry again with your clothes I just assumed you were..." He motioned at your clothing.
Taking inspiration from Ms Frizz, your favorite animated teacher, you always wore colorful puffy skirts that depicted various things related to education or fairy tails. The look kept the attention of the youngsters, but it certainly didn't look childish.
"It's OK, but I am afraid you are a bit late for the meeting."
Spinning away you move to the other side of your desk to give yourself more space. "If you wouldn't mind filling in your information, encase of emergencies or special needs. I know you probably filled it out for the front office, but I like to have my own copy." You explained as you handed him a pen and the piece of construction paper with the other parents info.
He took it and filled it out. "I just erased the curriculum, but I can email you a copy."
"Did you also used to teach at Camdien?" Steve inquired, bending over your desk as he wrote. While you waited you packed up your belongings.
"Um yes I was a student teacher there. Did you have a child there too?"
"I coached there actually. Well was." He rose and approached you. Slipping your purse straps on your shoulder, you tried to remember if you seen his face before. You didn't recognize it. As striking as he was you doubted you would forget it.
But the athletic department lived in a world separate from the teachers. Their multiple championships brought in funding that went to their brand new athletic facility. The highly coveted building allowed them to live above the peasant class of the faculty. You had even heard a nonsensical rumor that they even had a Starbucks and onsite masseuse.
When he handed it back you reached out, but Steve pulled the paper just out of reach. Hovering it over your head like a bully playing keep away. You huff and frown after two attempts. You were not a child and would not be treated as such. Pursing your lips you made a move to leave. You would just go through the admin office to get the information.
"Aw don't pout, but I must say you do look adorable when you do." He smiled down at you as he blocked your retreat. His wholesome grin did not match the darkness in his eyes. There was a disconnect somewhere. You felt like a mouse before a lion. Were the other teachers like this? You were so eager to get started working you did little research in the school that so swiftly hired you. "Here you go."
Snatching the paper away you say, "thank you." It sounded slightly annoyed, but you did your best to choke down the edge.
Unhooking the lip of your bag you placed it with the others as his shadow clouded you. Ignoring it you side step him.
"Yeah I remember. I used to see you at Camdien." Steve recalled, blocking you once more. You stopped just short of bumping into him as you closed your bag. "Cute little thing, roaming the halls." Steve informed you, stepping closer once more, making you take a step back. The alarm bells blared in your head at that comment.
"Boy wasn't I relieved I wasn't crossing the line with all the thoughts I had." He chuckled as your back hit the chalkboard. You had to strain your neck to look him in the eye this close.
The principal was making his rounds soon. He wouldn't try anything right?
"Mr. Rogers-"
"Coach" he interrupted. He didn't touch you but that fact gave you very little relief. You felt your nails dig into your palm as you gripped the thin strap of your bag. Your arm the only barrier between you two. "Just call me Coach."
"Rogers!" Your saving grace, Principal Barnes, exclaimed from the door. Steve's body blocked you from James. "There you are. Nice to see your getting to know your colleagues."
"Yeah, just sharing stories from Camdien" Steve stepped aside to greet Principal James. His hand landed on the top of your head, messing your hair as he patted you playfully like a dog. You swallowed the discomfort as he moved to talk to James. You gathered the rest of your things as they focused their attention on each other.
"Oh yeah I forgot you both came from their."
You took that opportunity to make your exit. Walking fast mumbling a 'goodnight,' you bolted toward the door. They replied back, but you ignored it, allowing their chatter to fade the further down the hall you got.
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The first week of school was hectic. Lost students, late students, little accidents here and there, it ran the gambit. But nothing worried you more than P.E. period.
Steve was listed as your classes gym teacher and made the drop-off a chore. It surprised you how increasingly inappropriate he was becoming. Always stretching out your name flirtatiously in front of the children causing them to taunt you with 'OOO's, and pepper you with questions about the nonexistent relationship until you departed.
They stayed in line as you approached the double doors that led to the gymnasium. He was there, dressed in his sweat pants, gym shirt and the whistle dangled from his lips.
As you ushered them inside he caught site of you as he wrangled another group and smirked. It was unnerving especially when your students egged him on by making kissy noises loudly when they noticed him too. On one occasion he sent a note with one of your students asking you out. You ignored it.
You should've reported him you know, but what would they say 'Oh he was just being friendly' or any number of things to justify his behavior. You'd been in enough situations to know without evidence that met their standards nothing would happen.
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In the teachers lounge Steve made his presence known. You stared at your custom coffee mug as it sat high on the edge of the third shelf. You had half a mind to take and break his, as it taunted you from the first. You were growing more and more tired of his antics. This wasn't the first time and you knew it wouldn't be the last.
Two arms planted themselves on either side of you as something rested on your head.
It was him you knew it. Who else would it be?
"Need some help little one?" He hummed.
"God damn it Steve get off me" you barked You elbowed him, but the mountain of a man didn't budge.
"No need to be nasty."
You felt him push you into the counter, crushing you against it as he reached for your cup on the high shelf.
"Here you go" he said placing it daintily in front of you.
Calm down don't blow your lid he is doing this to fuck with you.
"Shouldn't you be watching my class?" You asked as you waited for him to move out of your way.
"Student teacher got me covered. You remember what that's like? Give them the work while we teachers kick back and relax."
He backed away allowing you to get the coffee, but stayed glued to your side. You ignored him, pulling out your phone and flopped on the couch, waiting for gym time to end.
Steve of course sat next to you crowding you into the corner. He boldly placed a hand on your thigh, you brushed it off, cursing at him to 'go away'. If you got up he would only follow so you crossed your legs and leaned into the arm of the couch. Don't let him get to you.
Steve stretched out his arm on the back of the couch. Even sitting next to you he towered over you. His arm wrapped around your shoulder, pulling you in snugly. Your head resting against his tone chest. "God your so adorable."
"Steve!" you almost shriek at him as his other hand slyly crept under your skirt. "Jesus Christ what the hell is wrong with you."
You try to stand suddenly, but get jerked back down. Landing in the same awkward situation as before.
"Fuck you let me go" you hissed at him. He only chuckled as you tried to stop his hand from advancing up your skirt again. You became panicked the further he got.
Clamping your thighs tightly together as he wedged between your crossed legs. Your eyes shifted to the door before you, the couch sat across from the only entrance. If anyone came in they surely would be under the wrong assumptions.
His arm refused to budge as you attempted to pry him away. Steve was nothing but muscle, struggling was getting you no where, each shift pressed him hard against your sensitive area.
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"You know I've been nothing, but nice to you" Steve sounded disappointed.
"Stop please" you sounded panicked and desperate. Your nails dug into his arm as you tried to fight back an ache that taunted you as he teased.
"But you always give me attitude." He stated casually.
You slapped him. The sound loud in the empty room. Your eyes blurred with tears of frustration. Your hit did nothing, only leaving his cheek red, but from the smile on his face he liked it.
"And violent too. Hope you don't act that way around your class" he tsked while poking hard at the growing wet spot. You felt your spine curve and breath become heavier, your toes curled in your shoes as he increased his friction.
"Oh look at you. You like that don't you" he teased rubbing circles after noticing the tension in your legs relax. You cocked back to slap him again, but stopped when you felt his other hand at the back of your neck. It squeezed softly, but it was a warning nonetheless. You felt defeated. Not only was Steve bigger than you, he was stronger. Tears of frustration finally fell as you lowered your hand and let him do as he pleased.
"God your even cuter when you cry." He preened. "Tell you what. Since we don't have that much time....Kiss me and I will stop." You bristled as you felt him peel your panties to the side.
He didn't wait for your reply. Steve crashed his lips on to yours without warning. You flinched expecting pain, but it was soft. It was so tender that with anyone else they would given and close their eyes, accept it, but you couldn't.
"Stop..Steve.. Please" You panted over his lips, pushing at his chest as his fingers pushed into you. He didn't stop, the kiss only embolden him to go further. You whimpered and moaned as he took from you.
"Give me your panties" he asked pulling away from you, but his fingers still curled inside. "You promised you'd stop" you remind him, wiping away tears.
He wasn't going to relent, you could tell by the determination in his eyes. You felt exposed and embarrassed. Anyone could walk in at any moment and he knew it. He would probably get a slap on the wrist while you would need to find employment else where to escape the shame.
"I promise this time" he said lowly. "No tricks."
Swallowing your pride you lifted in your seat, he moved just enough to let the fabric pass. Rolling them down your knees quickly you hand them over. His hands slipped from you as you pass it. He held them up to the light and examined the wetness he created. Wiping away tears, you stood and bolted toward the door, but stopped when Steve whistled loudly.
"I think you forgot something."
You turned to find him pointing at your discarded mug.
"If you leave it, I leave this in it", he waved your shame in the air.
"Don't forget to wash it....don't want it to leave a stain" he ordered from the couch. You walked back on edge. Snatching the mug from the other side of the table. You rushed to the sink and rinsed your cup. More tears fell as you felt the wetness between your legs. The mirror mounted above the sink allowed you to examine yourself. Your mascara bled a bit and lipstick smeared, but nothing that couldn't be fixed with a dab of a napkin.
You swore to never step foot in the lounge ever again. If you needed to eat you would do it in your car or at your desk. This was supposed to be a magical time for you, but with Steve it had turned into a nightmare.
You sniffed as you blinked away the tears, forcing yourself to stop crying. Gym time was almost over and you needed to pull yourself together and collect your class.
"You know how often I wonder about you" Steve said rising from the couch, you watched him carefully from the mirror. You fumbled your mug, the water splashing back at you.
"Steve you promised" you said meekly, utterly defeated. He stared at you through the mirror, you felt his eyes watch your discomfort as you picked up the cup.
"What would the parents think if they knew their kids teacher walks around the class with no panties on" he tutted. You hung your head low and noticed your panties balled up in his hand as he rested it on the counter.
"I also wonder" He said pressing you into the sink. You felt his resolve through his sweat pants. "Do you fit?"
Fit?
Then it became clear. You felt his cock against your backside. You tried frantically to flea, but Steve caught you by the neck.
"I'm willing to bet you can't even fit half of me inside" he whispered in your ear as he bent you over the sink, crushing. "If I'm wrong I will let you go." Your eyes rounded as he hauled up your skirt. You whimpered as the cool air of the staff room tickled your exposed rear.
Steve was really going to fuck you in the staff room. These walls were paper thin and he knew it. Your head swirled in panic as you pleaded with him to stop. He only chuckled and shimmied down his sweat pants as you swatted back at him.
He angled and aligned himself as you sobbed. The tip slipped through your wet thighs, finding the target of its need.
You choked down a guttural moan as he breathed out 'good girl'. He watched your face as every inch stretched through your insides.
"Its is too much" you gasped out, trembling from the pressure, dancing on your tip toes as you adjusted around him.
"Its all inside" he praised the accomplishment. Forcing you to look at the mirror. "You fit me so good...see."
The mirror reflected your assault to your horror. "All cute holding me inside, taking everything I got" he said while stretching you.
Shooting pains radiated from your core as sharp breaths escaped you.
"Look at you" he taunted "coming apart just for me.... "
You heard the door to the room open and close quickly as you panted wildly. Steve didn't pull out, unabashed, letting whomever take in his pale ass as he continued to stuff you.
You didn't know who saw you, you only hoped his massive body hid you and your shame.
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#dark steve x reader#dark steve x black reader#dark!steve x reader#dark!steve x black!reader#black writer
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Platonic brothers/MC: MC sees themself as the demons bros' younger sibling, sees the demons as THEIR OWN brothers, but is nervous about actually saying THAT to them because they don’t want the boys to think they’re trying to replace Lilith or anything. hc or whatever you like
the brothers new little sibling<3
a/n: sorry this was posted super duper late i hope you love it!!! mc is the “youngest” in this scenario taking liliths spot
lucifer: communication with lucifer is scary but not scary at the same time, he has noticed the way you turn down his brothers flirting or make it clear to the entire devildom that you guys are just friends nothing more which hurts his pride mc come on but if you explain to him how you feel he’ll understand and treat you as such. I like to think that he enjoys treating you as his little sibling. spoiling you, protecting you from his brothers and demons at RAD etc. what he loves the most is when you come to his office late at night and try to help him like the little sibling you are
mammon: the other womannnn at first thinks you like someone else, you could see his demon heart break in two but when you tell him that you think of the brothers as your siblings he feels a lot better more like you unintentionally stroked his ego he reassures you that you wouldn’t be replacing lilith and no one is gonna think of you like that. like i said earlier that you stroked his ego he’s now competing to be your fav older brother always spoiling you and doing regular older brother things like barging in your room for no reason but to touch your things and leave or bothering you to play this new game he stole from levi. honestly now that your relationship has changed mammon doesn’t really act different i mean he becomes extra greedy and protective of you but that’s it really.
levi: yes he was alive when lilith was but i feel like he never was that close to her like luci and the twins were so don’t worry abt replacing her. besides your his henry, his player #2 and that’s way more important to him he’s very supportive of your decisions and now that you guys are siblings forget the stupid outdated romance animes now here comes wholesome slice of life family animes! you guys are now siblings so you shall act like it by reenacting going to the grocery store, making food together, studying etc. and if anyone tries to confess to you on RADs rooftop? well then lotan will be there waiting no one is gonna get to date his little sibling before he meets them!!!
satan: never knew lilith so don’t worry mc.
asmo: another one that i think wouldn’t change that much now that your relationship has. he’s thrilled that he gets to have a little sibling he doesn’t hate for once! definitely dressing you up in all sorts of clothes and weekly skin care nights. your guys relationship is much like girls sleepovers in 2000’s movies, he doesn’t think for a second that you’re trying to replace lilith, he still loves her and maybe does some activities with you that he’s done with her but he has lots of memories to make with you so come on mc you guys have to go try this new limited milkshake so asmo can upload it to his devilgram!!!! also is in the running to be your favorite brother
beel: like i said communication is key and beel would love to treat you like a little sibling and not once does he think you’re trying to replace lilith. he knows you both are different people, have different interests and opinions etc. he also saw you as family as soon as you guys made your pact so he was already treating you like family.
belphie: takes him a while especially if you think of them like siblings after the attic incident. but don’t worry treat you like one just give it some time. he’ll definitely make sure you’re educated in astronomy like lilith was so daily trips to the planetarium is a must and napping together anywhere and everywhere is expected.
#obey me#obey me headcanons#obey me fluff#mammon x reader#obey me mammon#mammon x mc#mammon fluff#mammon headcanon#mammon avatar of greed#i love mammon#obey me lucifer headcannons#obey me leviathan#levi headcanons#lucifer fluff#lucifer obey me#obey me satan headcanons#satan fluff#asmo fluff#asmo headcanons#obey me asmodeus#beel headcanons#shall we date beelzebub#obey me beelzebub#belphie fluff#belphie headcanons#obey me belphie
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