#I'm ALSO going to get around to the tag games that happened a few weeks back I've just been busy | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

gentlebeardsbarngrill · 2 months

Text

03/02/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; Cast & Crew Sightings; SambaSchutte; Vico Ortiz; Captain's Orders; AdoptOurCrew Saturday Sillies; Saturday "Masculinity" Fuckery; March 3 Reminders; FOTC and Short Poppies Watch Party Polls; Our Flag Turns 2; The Pirates Watch party; New Watch Party: Next Goal Wins; Repo News; Articles; Love Notes; Daily Darby/Tonight's Taika;

= Cast&Crew Sightings =

= Samba Schutte =

Samba's new short film "I Keep Bumping Into Candy Maldonado" is screening tomorrow Mar 3 @ 10 am at the Kingston Canadian Film Festival! If you happen to be there, give it a watch!

Src: Samba's Instagram Story

= Vico Ortiz =

Vico's out here re-tweeting the AdoptOurCrew #TheseThems Watch Party! Way to go @adoptourcrew!

= Today was Captains Orders!=

Several folks got out and took some time to enjoy nature! I only got a few permissions to share so if I get more, I'll add more tomorrow! Thank you to @lucyrosebutler for sharing! The last two images are me and my sad dry state. Bonus, my nugget before he ran off.

== AdoptOurCrew Saturday Sillies ==

Our lovely crew-mates @AdoptOurCrew are back again with more #SaturdaySillies! This time around it's Pirate Connections! Want to know how to play? Check out the guide. If you already have twitter, please visit the Adopt Our Crew Thread to play! Don't have twitter? No problem! Their links to the Pirate Connections are below!

Game 1

Game 2

Game 3

Game 4

Game 5

Game 6

== Saturday Fuckery! ==

Our darling @RedsiesWorld on twitter started up a fuckery! Various crew members managed to lots of positive, healthy masculinity posts running through the #MasculinitySaturday tag!

== Reminders for March 3 ==

= FOTC/Short Poppies Watch Party Polls =

Have you voted yet for times for the Flight of the Conchords or Short Poppies Watch Party? @iamadequate1 still has the polls up!

How should ep breakdown in a Mon-Fri week be for the 12 eps of FotC S1?

What is a good hashtag for a FotC watch party?

What is a good hashtag for a Short Poppies watch party?

= #OurFlagTurns2! =

Our friends over at @AdoptOurCrew are hosting several questions on twitter regarding #OurFlagTurns2! If you're on twitter, please respond on their feed, otherwise, if you want to respond on any other platform, just add the hashtag #OurFlagTurns2!

Mar 3: The Pirates! Watch Party!

This is a family friendly movie so bring the kids! Or the adults-- or anyone you know, really, as long as it's not against their will! Sunday March 3rd, 3 PM EST, 12 PM PST, 8 PM GMT!

Watch Party Hashtags:

#OurPirateCaptain

#SaveOFMD

#AdoptOurCrew

== New Watch Parties! =

March 8th - Next Goal Wins!

When: 8 pm GMT / 3 pm EST / 12 pm PST

Thank you @lamentus1 for the info! Now available to buy in the UK: £11.99 @ Apple (https://tinyurl.com/mr3p6bvm) and £9.99 or £11.99 @ Amazon https://tinyurl.com/2fwdmezz.

(US fans can watch on Hulu, and Disney Plus)

Watch Party Hashtags:

#SaveOFMD

#OurFlagWins

== Repo News ==

Hey all! Sorry it took so long.. I finally got the Renewal Repo Resources up with approved resources this time. I also added a new permission form so if you'd like to offer up your creations to be added to the repo for the purpose of sharing (with or without credit) you can do so and choose how your creations will get to be used. If anything on that form doesn't make sense or doesn't include something you feel needs to be included, please reach out to me! I got lots of feedback but I know there's always room for improvement, and I want to make sure I'm covering everyone's bases.

Please Note: This form is for shareable media. For "Fan Spotlight" I'll still be reaching out individually and those will be in a completely different part of the repo and not for sharing purposes.

OFMD Renewal Repo Sharable Media Submission / Permission Form

== Articles ==

Anti-Warner Bros. Sentiment Grows as Major Boycott Gains Traction (A shout out to @adoptourcrew in it! woo!)

== Love Notes ==

Hey lovelies. I hope if you were able to get outside today that it helped a bit with giving you some relief. Nature really can be healing, as the captain says. If you weren't I hope you got to do something fun, like make a gif, read a fanfiction, eat something you love, and get some rest. Just wanted to remind you that you can do anything. You can write that fic. You can draw that art. You can learn that language, or that subject you want. You can get that new job, or take that break. You can make it through another day, even when it feels like you can't. Remember that. I believe in you <3 The crew believes in you <3 If you don't already, one day I know you'll believe in you too. Sending all the love <3 To Quote @bossbabe.inc "yes the fuck you can".

== Daily Darby / Tonight's Taika ==

The gif theme tonight is "Strut your stuff". Rhys Gif Courtesy of @lacefuneral Taika Gif Courtesy of @fuckyeahworldoftaika

#ofmd daily recap #ofmd daily recaps #daily ofmd recap #daily ofmd recaps #ofmd #our flag means death #rhys darby #taika waititi #save ofmd #renew as a crew #adopt our crew #@adoptourcrew #samba schutte #vico ortiz #captains orders #next goal wins #flight of the conchords #short poppies

75 notes · View notes

leafofkudzu · 6 months

Text

Happy Halloween, everyone! The first Saturday of November is next week, which means it's time for another art party hosted by my guild, [VS] Verdant Shield! And, since that's also the last Saturday of GW2's Halloween celebrations, let's combine the two into our first official themed party!

The theme for November's [VS] Art Party will be Halloween! Bring your spooky best, be that a costume for a 'normal' character, or an existing character who already fits the theme!

For those who aren't familiar with art parties, they're a concept carried over from Final Fantasy XIV - in-game get-togethers for artists/writers/creatives of all types to hang out, chat, and create together! Grab your character of choice and head to the location, find someone who catches your eye, and create! Afterwards, everyone posts their creations in a shared tag (ours is #VSArtParty) so others can see, interact, and share! Tl;dr: the ‘goal’ of an art party isn’t to be drawn, but to draw others, and share with the community!

I'm putting this above the cut this time for emphasis: please note that due to EU rolling their clocks back a week before NA does, this month's party will NOT have the usual 1hr space in between, and for those in NA who will be attending the EU party, it will be one hour LATER than usual because of this. Otherwise, if you're only attending one party, things should happen at the same time that you're already accustomed to! Thanks for your understanding!

Now, as always, details and /squadjoin info below the cut!

Location Details:

I had to fight myself to not put it in Lion's Arch, but since I do still want to have it in a Halloweeny setting, we'll be using the small Halloween display in Queensdale as our staging area! Simply head to the Village of Shaemoor Waypoint, mosey a smidge southwest, and you're there!

Time & Squad Details:

As we usually do, we'll be having two parties - one on EU servers and one on NA ones. However, as was mentioned before the cut, since EU will be rolling their time back a week before NA, we'll be forgoing the hour-long break in between to ensure that both parties happen at their usual respective times. This may lead to some awkward transitions from one to the other, but even if I'm not at the NA party yet, feel free to start setting up shop without me and I'll join you as soon as I can!

The first party will be on EU servers and begin at 9pm Central European Time (aka 4pm Eastern Daylight Time or 4 hours before in-game reset). I’ll be hosting on my EU alt account, so to join either /squadjoin or whisper Runa Gravemourn for an invite.

The second party will be on NA servers and begin at 7pm Eastern Daylight Time (aka 12am Central European Time or 1 hour before in-game reset). This one I’ll be hosting on my main account, so to join either /squadjoin or whisper Shrouded Horror for an invite.

Closing Words:

Going forward, should an art party overlap with an in-game festival, it'll probably be safe to assume that another themed party will pop up, just to shake things up a bit. This means we might see a Wintersday themed one in the next few months, hmmm....

But anyway! To anyone who has or will come out to these events, thank you so much for making them so special and fun! These events are all about you guys, and even though I don't chatter much during them I'm always glad to be around to help organize the chaos. Here's to another memorable party - I'll see you gets next week! ♥

#tl;dr halloween theme and also no hour break in between because timezones suck #happy spooky!!!#gw2 #guild wars 2 #obnoxious tourist simulator #vsartparty #📢🎨

120 notes · View notes

kaiowut99 · 3 months

Text

youtube

A Special Announcement~ | Yu-Gi-Oh! ARC-V Tag Force Special Re-Translation Project!

I've been itching to get around to posting about this for a few months now, but wanted to wait until I'd worked on enough for it, but also had the idea to create an announcement trailer to go with it for added good measure--after recording and editing clips for a couple weeks and leveling the audio last night, heremst we are! (For some clips, I forgot to turn off the PPSSPP emulator's DevMenu option so that shows up in the top-left, buuut I didn't feel like re-recording those, lmao.)

Details worth reading below the cut here, but tl;dr work has been in progress for over a year in between things, work will continue to be in progress for a while, and the release will happen when everything's ready, but stay tuned, fun's getting started etc etc~

So, I'm sure most of us are familiar with the as-yet-unlocalized-by-Konami TFSP, the seventh and last entry in the Tag Force series on the PSP that came out early in ARC-V's run (featuring the first five series which was a cool first), as well as the current translations out there originally worked on by the guys at XenoTranslations (omarrrio and ScrewTheRules/ClickClaxer01 at GBATemp handling the card and story/etc translations, respectively) and how there are... some issues with what's out there. Everything from the DM story mode being loaded with YGOTAS references (no shade to YGOTAS and much respect to LK/Martin for his ongoing work on it still making me laugh sometimes, ofc) to the off-the-cuff edginess of 2014-2015-era internet culture and the problematic (in some cases, derogatory) language that permeated it--though to its credit, some parts do have some level of translation attempted, but taken as a whole, it can definitely turn people off from giving the game a try and seeing what it brings to the table (which is still a good amount despite the corners Konami cut here/there compared to prior TF games).

I actually did attempt a translation of my own back in 2015 (if you've been following me for a long time, you might remember it lol), tackling the GX story text starting with Judai's heart events, but eventually put it on the backburner as I focused more on my GX subbing work and beginning to finalize everything (which I'm still doing). Sometime in 2022, a friend over on NeoArkCradle (the "anonymous YGO fan" in the opening screen) was poring over the story text and patching it up the best he could to remove the references and inaccuracies with more coherent work, and after a while of seeing what he was working with in the Discord, I was a bit blown away by just how inaccurate much of it was--so alongside him, and using the better tools available since then (including some really awesome work from both nzxth2 [who did a proper re-translation of 5D's TF6 not too long ago and was kind enough to release his tools for it] and our coding helper Xan1242 who we eventually reached out to for some help), I decided to *cracks knuckles* get involved and help give everything a more accurate and professional translation, much like I do with my GX subs, working directly off the Japanese text and files. I've been taking cracks at everything in between the GX episodes I've been finalizing going back to at least last January (and I'd used my little hiatus after finalizing GX Season 2's subs to really get at some other stuff throughout the game), starting with re-translating DM's story text but also properly translating other aspects of the game, from the character names (using the original Japanese names, including those of the TF-exclusive characters, partly since Konami made a whole mess of them in English TF1-5), in-duel dialogue, pack descriptions, and more to images with Japanese text (such as localizing the in-duel cut-in onomatopoeia as you see in the video above, or other little images throughout) using some Photoshop skills I've picked up. And it's been a joint effort, as said NAC friend and I have been bouncing off how we'd like to see this go between us to stay on the same page and all, while also checking with other translators there for second/third opinions as needed.

Our plan is to release two versions of a translation--one which uses the OCG [translated] card names in Story Mode, in-duel, and other text but not in the game's card system (mainly to deal with story-relevant notes like Osiris vs Slifer with the Gods or things like not-Utopia Hope being symbolic between Yuma and Astral, akin to how I do my GX subs), and one which uses the TCG card names in everything (like how the official subs go about it). While we're mostly working with the Japanese game files due to how the Xeno team went about decoding everything, we'll be using the card-system-related files from the fixed ISO provided by FLSGaming which fixed some issues that had been present there. And Xan has helped us with a plugin that will be used to apply our translations to the system files that were hard to edit otherwise (things like the character and recipe names, as well as the pack names pulled from for the Card Description screen), but more on how that'll work once this is ready for release, lol. At some point, I'd like to also look at HDifying textures and things, but that's definitely a bonus-level thing for after the main work here is done.

SO.

Currently, Story-Mode-wise, I've gone through everything up to Yusei's events--so Dark Yugi/Kaiba/Jounouchi/Ishizu/Mai in DM, Judai/Manjoume/Asuka/Misawa/Ryou in GX, and Yusei in 5D's have been fully retranslated, though I took initial cracks at Yuma and Yuya's events to get content for this video lol (I've also been intentionally holding off on as much ZEXAL as I can until I've properly watched the whole show so I have context). I haven't tackled overworld text yet, though (like pre-duel or the tournament-related text, which is all in the same file as all the story text). I've also been handling the in-duel dialogue as I go through the character stories, so also just up to Yusei, though I did take initial cracks at Aki's, Yuma and Shark's, and Yuya and Yuzu's for the video.

Other things tackled that were sprinkled into the video, along with some other notes:

Pack names and descriptions have been retranslated, though the descriptions may see minor edits closer to release for a little variety between worlds given the different characters at the shop. Character recipe names were also retranslated, with Yugipedia's translations for them used as an occasional second opinion, though ones based on pack names had to be abbreviated in spots.

Menu text, from the Options to Help screens and stuff in between, has been retranslated, as have in-duel text strings (so, you'll see a full "Activate Effect" instead of "Activate" or "Switch to Attack/Defense Position" instead of "Switch to ATK/DEF Position", etc--also fixed the "BATTELE PHASE" graphic typo, and NAC friend created a new translation for the "Turn Change" graphic for accuracy since ENG TF1-5 made that into "Next Player's Turn").

Database stuff, such as the Sound Test, Tutorials, Duel Missions, etc., have been retranslated closer to the Japanese text; originally I retranslated the Tutorial text via hex editor, with compromises done on quite a bit of it due to the space limits, but as Xan recently updated a text extractor tool of theirs to more cleanly pull out and reinsert that text, I've been going through and fleshing out those translations more (on my commutes to/from work mostly, to be productive lol).

As mentioned, I've been localizing/translating Japanese-text images throughout the game as I come across them, like with the in-duel onomatopoeia that come up during cut-ins or images in the shop/duel/etc screens using Japanese text, to make sure the game is fully translated.

The series logos, used during the title sequence and in the Series Select screens, were updated with translated fan edits shared on Deviantart (which we'll credit in the final release) for DM and GX, while the 5D's-ARC-V logos were edited to enlarge the "Yu-Gi-Oh!" text on them that was pretty hard to see originally.

The game's original opening sequence starts on an anti-piracy message before going into the Konami logo and then a "From Yu-Gi-Oh!..." screen before the opening animation for each series logo--the original team decided to use the first image to vent their frustration at Konami for not localizing this game, and while that's valid (to some extent), we thought we'd use the opportunity to dedicate this project to Kazuki Takahashi for inspiring our love for YGO and the place it's had in our hearts for all these years.

We'll be updating the names of cards that had TCG releases after the original patch was worked on/updated by FLSG to those corresponding names.

Xan has been working on many UI fixes for us to apply with this, among them 3-line dialogue box text as is used in the ENG TF1-5 games--once implemented for TFSP, I'll be going over everything to make full use of that extra space where needed, so things might not look as they do in the video by then.

Character bios will be worked on after I've done the story stuff, though I've taken initial cracks at it for Yuma and Yuya's bios for the video, along with translating the location/affiliation names ("Domino High School," "Satellite," etc).

Currently no release date is planned, as I'm working on this between my GX-finalizing work and actual IRL work, though we'll see how later this year looks as more work gets done--but as noted in the video, all things being equal, it will be released when everything is ready. I'll try to post regular updates or rambles now that this announcement's been made, lol, but do try not to constantly check in on a release date. 🙏🏽

All that said, I think that covers just about everything I wanted to put out there with this, lol. It's been fun to work on this so far and getting to see what I've re-translated in-game is definitely neat; looking forward to us being able to release everything when ready.

Stay tuned for more; the fun's just getting started!

83 notes · View notes

writingforatwistedworld · 1 year

Text

Here is a little something I searched out from what I have written so far. As I see it, I am way better at headcanons but I hope you still enjoy it. Criticism is always welcome! Anons are allowed. Just... Be kind, ok?

Otome au

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

(If you don't know me, I'm a yandere blog and this is just the beginning of a small project of mine so if you wonder “why is this in the yandere tags?” We will get there. Just not today.)

WARNINGS: Suicide, overall pretty fluffy, death, murder, full piece more warnings!

Sweet poison

Purple. Since you had woken up in this place you had been greeted with the color more than you would have liked. The clothing, the rugs, heck even the curtains were dyed in a deep tone.

Pulling the belt around your waist a bit tighter you looked at yourself in the old, broken mirror. Everyone could see that the poor thing had been through a lot. Sometimes you and your five other roommates joked that it was the mirror from that one time the king had lost control and threw one of his most prized possession, his eyes in looking glass version, out of the window.

Deeming yourself presentable you stepped out into the halls. It wasn't like you had been gotten into trouble for looking less than “alright” but you had heard all of the stories from the youngest in your room when you are spending your first night here, finding out that the king was not fond of tardiness, especially when it came to one’s appearance. Though, you had to admit that he did have rather nice taste when it came to clothing.

Entering the kitchen the smell of baked bread hit your nose, reminding you of times when you would run on the street as your game avatar blocking the way of random NPCs, asking them for bread out loud even if they couldn't hear it.

“Having a nice morning?” Turning your attention once more to the here and now your attention wandered to one of the bakers who were busy preparing multiple of the baked necessity for living. Well, at least one of the necessities needed in middle Europe during the medieval times. “Oh yes, most comfortable.”

A servant leaving the warm room ogled you on his way out, reminding you of the gazes that you earned during the first week of working here. And who were you to be angry about that? A stranger no one knew appeared out of the middle of nowhere, asking confused where they were whilst having no greater knowledge about the world surrounding them. At least until you realized that you were currently in the Otome game that you played before going to bed only to wake up as a character that didn't even exist in it, yourself.

Walking through the room until you reached the dirty plates you started scrubbing. Your job to keep a roof over your head and some warm food in your stomach was godsend. Who knew if you had this much luck if you had woken up in the middle of the forest which stretched out to the south of the castle? What if you had ended up in the place the fifth bad ending happened? That one cave, trapped in a hole without a way out...

Shuddering you shook off the thoughts flying around in your head. There was no time for this now. After you had scrubbed the dishes you needed to get more water and after that it was your duty to clean the inner courtyard. Not that you minded. The last few days had been especially joyful having been joined by a young man with black hair and a (sometimes way too) chatty personality. Having ended up here before you had the chance to play any of the routes of anyone living in the Shaftlands made your knowledge of who was who a bit limited but there was no way an important character would clean with you. The old well was also way too dangerous for someone of a high position to get close to it. As such you deemed it safe with whom you spend your time with. No way anyone of the dateable cast would come.

You were doomed. No way out. Nope. This was your last day in any of the worlds. Staring at the black haired male in front of you you thought you heard something in the background break. Probably your sanity. “What was your name again?”

Giggling the man with which you had cleaned this place for many days now repeated his name once more. “Neige Le- just Neige.”

You called bullshit. Only nobles had family names and even if you had believed him that he had none there were still the whispers of the other servants. Stories about the cast aside half-brother, the actual heir.

Well wasn't that pretty? Now you had to worry about having gotten in touch with a main character. You might as well just jump into one of that so called “Rook”’s arrows yourself. No need to chase you, hope was at this point futile anyways.

But on a more important note, wasn't this game based on folklores? Slowly your gaze slides to the well, then back to Neige. Well. Neige. Well. Neige... doves surrounding you two, practically singing some love song which you usually expected in some way too cheesy romance film.

If fate wanted to be even more spiteful then it should give you a white horse and you would look exactly like that corpse-kissing weirdo. Oh damnation, why are you such an ironic jerk?

The only thing you were able to do was to give him your best clueless smile and act as if you had no idea who he truly was. If you had a mirror you would have rather said that the usage of your facial muscles looked more like you had bitten into something horribly sour but it seems to do the trick. “Ah I see. I must have misheard the first time.”

Giving you once more a giggle that sounded more and more like the princes produced 1937 you felt once more how your soul was close to just excusing itself and searching for escape at the pearly gates.

“Mon Dieu! Quel spectacle effrayant!” And there it went. Your soul said bye bye. No way this kind of adrenaline spike was healthy. Seemingly also being close to meeting his creator Niege jumped up, sadly right into your side which made it seem like there was more between the two of you going on than it truly was. He was determined to serve you an early healthy portion of “slightly too sweet apple”, or rather you assumed he was. His action did make it seem so.

Whilst you were still busy de-petrifying yourself the oh-so-hidden prince next to clasped his hands, beaming up at the hunter sitting in one of the trees. “Excuse my rudeness but are you my brother's friend? The one who is always talking to him?”

Sliding elegantly between you two the young man separated the two of you, sending a smile to Niege. “Oui! Pardon my rudeness but it seems like our friend over here is still busy.”

Giving you a glance, telling you more than someone with telekinesis could ever do you frantically nodded. “Absolutely! I... I still have to... uh... Bread! Yes! Bread! The bakers asked me to help!”

Being seemingly satisfied with your answer the hunter turned you abruptly around, pushing you gently towards the servant's entrance.

Hurrying inside you almost tripped after seeing two figures looking down at you and the two other individuals still standing there. It was easy to see that the two were of high class but what frightened you the most was how aggressively the taller one pulled the curtain shut. Was this the reason why the servant sleeping next to you was mending so many times one of the hellish pieces of woven fiber? If the press would already exist then the headlines would be hilarious. Probably something akin to the lines of “King rips up curtains. The weaving industry is booming!” or “Anger management issues! The King has gone wild!” Although, that last one wasn't so funny.

Great! Now even the rest of the cast was aware of your existence! How much money did you serve throughout the last few weeks? The best thing possible to do now was to get onto a boat and search for Hakuna Matata. Preferably one that was far away.

#yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twst x reader #twisted wonderland otome au #twst #twst x reader #twst vil #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland vil #yandere vil schoenheit #yandere vil x reader #vil schoenheit x reader #yandere vil #vil schoenheit #vil x reader #tw: yandere #tw: death #tw: murder

407 notes · View notes

sunny44 · 1 year

Text

I’m home

Pairing: Mason Mount x mom!reader

Warnings: none, just cute stuff

Summary: Mason comes home for his girls after being away for a while.

I had been away for a month now, I had a few games in a row and a lot of training.

And now I was coming home missing my wife and my daughter.

Sophie Isabel Mount was the sweetest little girl of all, she was daddy's little girl for sure.

Y/n and I have been dating for four years, after two years of relationship we found out that she was pregnant.

At first it was terrifying, we were certainly not prepared for it.

It was something that we wanted eventually but not at the time it happened.

The first few days it was strange, Y/n did the pharmacy test and it was the only result we had at the time, so until we actually went and saw the ultrasound it was like it wasn't real.

Y/n by the time she saw the ultrasound immediately started to cry, I was still ecstatic and it didn't really hit me until that same day, but was in the middle of the night.

I was rolling around in bed unable to sleep, I spent most of the night imagining myself being a father, how my sister always told me that I would be a great father, especially if it was a girl.

The good thing about my sister having Summer was that I could practice changing diapers and get more or less a sense of what it would be like.

And that's where I burst in tears, Y/n woke up scared by the fact that I was crying at three in the morning and that's where I told her it was because we were having a baby.

As soon as I opened the door to the house, I took off my sneakers and changing to my flip-flops and putting my training things on the floor.

“I'm home” I said out loud and then I heard fast footsteps running through the house.

“Daddy” she screams and I bent down to her height taking her in my arms “I missed you”.

“ I missed you too sweetheart”.

“You took a long time to come back”.

“I know baby, sorry for that” she hugs me tight.

“I don’t want you away never again.” She says.

“I know baby and I’m sorry for that, your going everywhere with me now. I’m putting you in my suitcase.” She starts laughing.

“And what about mommy?”

“We can bring mommy with us.”

“Ok then.” She says and kiss my nose with her nose “Can we go to the park with Malcolm?”

That is the name of the golden retriever we gave her when she was a baby, they are best friends.

“Yes we can, where's mommy?”

“She is outside, we are bathing the flowers.

Sophie and Y/n had a garden in the back of the house where they took care of the flowers, there were many flowers and even some vegetables.

It was one of the activities my girlfriend does with our daughter, she made a whole schedule of activities for the week to develop her creativity, and also because it is one of the few things that keeps her mind off from thinking too much about me since when I am away she cries a lot because she misses me.

“Let's go see mommy then" I took her in my lap and we went to the back.

And there she was, barefoot on the grass, wearing a loose flowered dress and some waves in her brown hair.

“Hi love” she dropped the hose on the ground and came to me “I missed you so much”.

“I missed you too” I kissed her.

“Ew” I laughed with my lips still close to hers.

“Ew what, young lady” I said, patting her belly “Let's finish helping mommy to bath the plants and then we can go to the park and walk with Malcolm.

“And then pizzaaaaaa”. We shouted in celebration and went to bath the plant.

And I was more than happy to be home.

Bonus scene!

Masonmount instagram post

Liked by @Debbiemount, @Y/nmount, @Reecejames and others 817208

Tagged: Y/nmount

Masonmount there’s nothing better than coming back home and seeing my girls bathing their flowers 🌸

@Y/nmount you should bath the flowers with us next time

@Masonmount I need a baby boy to play football with me, what do you say?

@Y/nmount maybe yes, maybe not

@Debbiemount oh I love those cute faces

@Y/nmount we love you too granny debs

@reecejames you have to bring her to training

@masonmount I won’t because she forgets about daddy when she sees her football uncles

@lovelymase we love baby mount so much, they both look very cute

402 notes · View notes

endless-weightless · 6 months

Note

Can I request headcannons for breeding with Ifrit and a female reader please

ANOTHER REQUEST YYAYAYAYAY! I love Ifrit so much you have no idea how happy this makes me.

A few hcs are pinched from my old nameless ghoul hc post teehee

TAGS/WARNINGS: Breeding kink ofc, switchy Ifrit, slight corruption?, loss of virginity (reader), some mating cycle ones because I clearly like writing that lol, slight exhibitionism, slight pregnancy kink

Since ghoul's have heightened senses, Ifrit can always pick up on any scent coming from anyone. When he first met you, the scent of virginity and unmated territory was fucking overwhelming.

He avoided you like the plague for the first few weeks of knowing each other because of how overpowering his need to mate you and impregnate you was.

After every encounter with you he always found himself quickly slipping away to jack off because your scent was just so intoxicating.

The first time he picked up on you ovulating was absolute hell because it also happened to be a full moon.

He tried to stay away from you, he really did, but you just smelled so sweet and the primal urge to fuck a baby into you was too strong.

Long story short, he found you in an empty room in the ministry and quickly pinned you to the wall and made sure he was very clear about what he was feeling.

"You need to tell me to go right now if you don't want this because if you say yes I'm not gonna be gentle. Do you know how long I've been waiting to fuck you until you were filled with my offspring?"

The second you consented was game over. He didn't care you were in a room anyone could walk into, your scent and the full moon was just too much.

He growled all sorts of things into your ear about filling you up with his seed, how you'd look so good carrying his children and how he was going to fuck you all night.

But when he's in rut? It's completely different.

He'll quietly sulk around the den during the days leading up to it and once it fully hits him he'll be putty in your hands. His once confident and dominant demeanour will be no more.

If you ask him what's wrong he'll just look up at you with his big, pupil-blown, pitiful eyes and ask you in the softest voice to fuck him.

"Please, Y/N, I need you fuck me right now."

No matter what he'll always have you riding him or in a mating press. Riding because he's obsessed with your tits and seeing your hips and likes thinking about how hot you'll look pregnant and the mating press because it's in the name.

If you do ever get pregnant he'll be very quick to become protective of you and almost violent at anyone that comes near you.

He also won't give two flying fucks that your pregnant and "too bloated" or "not pretty enough" to have sex with. He thinks you look just as, if not even more hot.

If you really don't want to have regular piv sex he'll be more than willing to just eat you out for as long as you need to take your mind off of the back pain from carrying his child.

Unrelated to the whole kinky stuff I just wrote but I think he'd make a wonderful dad.

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚

Thanks for reading!

#x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #the band ghost #ifrit ghoul #ifrit x reader #smut #br33d1ng #fem!reader #answered asks

71 notes · View notes

bipp-bopp-time-to-stop · 1 month

Text

Little Update

Hello to everyone reading this, I thought I'd post a little update on how things are going. At the current moment, I am struggling to produce fics at a steady rate as multiple things are happening on my end (from work to writer's block to me also just being very easily distracted). This does not mean I'll no longer be posting fics for a while, rather, they'll just be coming out slower than how I planned them to (which was once a week). This also does not mean I won't be posting content in general. Rather, I thought I'd be sharing some headcannons as well as potential AUs. Some of these AUs are niche as they approach specific crossovers or expand on ideas not exactly explored by other authors (that I'm aware of, that is). I'll make sure to posts these headcannons and potential mini fics under their own tags so it'll be easy to find and read them or block them in case it's not your cup of tea. Now, I never like to have a post without a little idea of what's to come, so I'll give a brief run down of a few things knocking around in my brain.

AUs:

Dragon Rider! AU- Because How To Train Your Dragon nostalgia has been hitting me hard this past week, and because I've had LU on the brain, the two naturally started to combine. There are many versions of this I could go for such as the Chain being dragon riders or (Name) being a dragon rider or even actually mixing the stories/ worlds of HTTYD and LU together. The ideas I have for this AU will require its own post and/ or posts.

Fragments! AU- I cannot think of a proper name for this AU, but it's one I've had for nearly as long as I've been reading LU x reader stuff. There's multiple Links due to the Hero's Spirit and the curse, but what about multiple (Name)s? After all, the player/(Name) have likely played other games outside of the Zelda franchise, but I'm focusing in on the self insert games. The ones where you create your own character or "yourself". Think of the Sims or, for a darker flavor, Skyrim and Bloodborne. These are just examples of games where you create a character(s). In a way, these other "you"s would carry a fragment of your essence since you created them. I don't know how else to describe this so I may also create a post for a more in depth explanation. I could also potentially just drop the idea all together as I don't have much for it even though it's been in my head the longest.

Headcannons:

What/ Who the Guide is and if they are the same person as the Player- The title is pretty self-explanatory. I've only seen tid-bits done on Guide/ Player lore and I'm a lore fanatic so I've been wanting to do my own expansion on this. Personally, I do believe the Guide and the Player do have ties to each other but are (technically) not the same person. The leading theory I have on the Guide is that they were a lesser god in comparison to Hylia and Demise and, to save themselves from being killed by Demise, entered a contract with Hylia that made them watch over Hylia's chosen heroes. It'll also explain how the Guide and Player are connected and why the Guide "leaves" the boys after their adventures are done. I do plan on there being a lot of angst in this, so be warned.

Feel free to send in questions about these as I'm always open to interaction! Plus, interacting with you guys or hearing your opinions/ thoughts on these ideas could help get the brain juices flowing as well as further flesh out these ideas!

#bippboppupdate #lu x reader #linked universe x reader #linked universe headcannon #linked universe au

28 notes · View notes

tideswept · 2 months

Text

15 questions for 15 friends

I was tagged by a few people, so~here we go!

1. Are you named after anyone?

Kinda! I was supposed to be born a boy, and absolutely nothing was prepared for me when I turned out to be female. And mom went "I like my sister's name" and named me that. (This caused a lot of drama.) So I wasn't named after her per se but....

I ... I was almost a Peter.

2. When was the last time you cried?

Few weeks ago.

3. Do you have kids?

4. What sports do you play/ have you played?

None tbh other than what I was forced to in school. Oh. OH WAIT SWIMMING IS A SPORT. Okay. Yeah. I did a lot of that. I just, uh, never view it that way?

5. Do you use sarcasm?

... having a small crisis upon the realization that I rarely do these days. god what happened to me I was such a sarcastic little demon I'm all EARNEST now

6. What's the first thing you notice about people?

Hair. Weird thing, right? Mostly because I'm always impressed by how people can keep their hair tamed. (me, with curly hair: [despair]) Followed quickly by body language.

7. What's your eye colour?

Brown! I'm told it looks green up close but ehhhh. (doubt)

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

Scary movies! Or, you know, scary movies with (relative) happy endings are also good!

9. Any talents?

I have a knack for detecting accents/identifying languages and having a general, if not specific, idea of where people are from. I also have a scarily good aim. (though my form is atrocious and under no circumstances should ever be mimicked)

I'm also a pretty decent cook! Bit hit or miss as a baker, though.

10. Where were you born?

Venezuela!

11. What are your hobbies?

Writing, gaming, reading, cooking, being a lil' nerdy about Disney comics and Disney history overall. Obsessively analyzing data.

12. Do you have any pets?

I point you upwards! Big one is Jupiter (ASH) and the small one is Saturn (Russian Blue). Both of them are about 13 years old.

13. How tall are you?

5'2... and a half. (It counts!) [158cm]

14. Favourite subject in school?

English, since it gave me an excuse to read and tune out everything else lmao. (I was often bullied, or, I guess, attempted, once I got into a book you could scream in my ear and I was full Helen Keller. Who? What? Don't care.) ♥ Depending on the teacher, I also really liked history and science! Basically, as long as I don't have to do math and the teacher wasn't a bitter monster, I enjoyed the subject.

15. Dream job?

Ethnologist! Oh my god, I'd be so delighted to get to nerd out like that! ♥ With the rise of various internet cultures I think, more than ever, we could really use more of them around. It's such an interesting thing to do to be able to delve in order to contrast and compare, to find links and reasons for variances, commonalities, schisms--all of them. There's so much data available online, and it paints such a colorful, and sometimes tragic, implications that extend far into our burgeoning global identity and--

I'll shush. 👀

Tagging: @scatteredheroes @irrationalsense @dark--whisperings @aigoos @gretchenzellerbarnes @qed23 @mollysunder @mari-lwyd-fannibal-blog @skyerie @minimal23 @ellelans @mutteringretreats1 and anyone who hasn't yet gotten tagged/wants to do it!

#berry.txt #behold the power of #friendship!

25 notes · View notes

todaydreambelieversfic · 1 year

Text

Welcome to To Daydream Believers : A Community Klaine FanWorks Blog

Hello Everyone!

Welcome and Re-Welcome to To Daydream Believers!!

I know the blog has been around forever, but with the influx of new people I thought I'd refresh the blog and welcome everyone again! I've been wanting to give the blog a facelift for a while, and it seems now is as good a time as any to reintroduce and reinvigorate the blog.

What is TDBFic?

I originally started the blog as the fanfiction reblogging sideblog to my original Glee/Klaine rewatch, fun&games, and podcasting blog - @todaydreambelievers. TDB isn't being run any more, but I've always maintained that as long as there is interest - I'd keep the blog going.

The intention of the blog was to be a safe space where fans of Kurt Hummel and Blaine Anderson could read works (about them individually or as a couple) without fear of running into bashing of either character. It was also meant to be a community blog where anyone could choose to participate on their own terms.

Becoming a Member -

Whether you're an author who would like a place to showcase their works or just a fan who'd like to recommend their favorite fics, anyone is allowed to be a member. All you need to do is shoot me -- @spaceorphan18 -- a message, and I'll make you a member. All I ask is that you follow (my relatively few) guidelines.

Also - even if you become a member, there's no obligation to reblog content, but the option is always open!

Guidelines -

So what are the guidelines?

All fanworks must be Kurt Hummel friendly and Blaine Anderson friendly. While that doesn't mean bad things can't happen to them - it does mean that a fan of either character can read a work and not feel like their favorite character is being intentionally bashed.

Be respectful of other users.

A couple of smaller items such as - please reblog, don't post and don't spam. Some basic common curtesy things.

That's really it. I'll have some more details on a main page when I get that up. But really, it boils down to play nice.

What about tagging?

You don't have to tag - but it is encouraged so people can find your works if they click on one of our links. I'm working on cleaning up the tagging page so that the tagging system is clear and easy to use.

What about all the old stuff?

It's not going anywhere - though please bear with me as I try to clean up the main page. You should be able to find all of the old content, as I don't plan on taking anything down.

Anything new to the blog?

Why yes! I have some ideas for ways to keep the activity up on the blog...

Author Spotlights -- Every week we would highlight a author or artist - featuring their works on the blog. I'd like to do this again! I'll get more details out soon - but anyone is welcome to participate, even if they've done it already!

Prompts & Tropes -- I'm not sure how I'd like to implement these, but I thought it'd be fun if we occasionally did prompts or trope weeks to inspire you to create new things.

Events -- We haven't been event heavy, but @snarkyhag and I are already thinking of something fun to do for this summer!

Polls -- Okay, so this isn't entirely creation focused, but back in the day, TDB did polls every Tuesday. Now that tumblr has a fun, new polling system, I thought I'd bring these back - because why not?

Questions, Comments, Concerns?

I'm really open to anything you guys might have to say! Please drop a line any time you like -- I'm always happy to hear from you!

I do encourage you to come join and be a member! The more the merrier!

Happy Creating!

Xoxo- Spaceorphan18 :)

#glee #glee fic #klaine #klaine fic #I'd really appreciate a reblog on this one so we can get the word out

119 notes · View notes

polkadotsocks1993 · 1 year

Text

What Good Neighbors Do Pt. 2

Modern Osferth x Reader

Warnings: mentions of difficult family situations, mentions of neglect/emotional abuse

This is a continuation of my first drabble posted yesterday. Thank you for the response! I will probably make a whole series.

Note:

First, let me know if you'd like to be included with a tag list. Also, if anyone can figure out how to do that, I would be grateful since I haven't been on tumblr since 2016 🤣.

Reader is from the American South, American Thanksgivings typically look a bit different down here (we eat a LOT).

Also: in this AU, Uhtred and the Boys were all in the British army (to make it applicable to modern situations). There are mentions of Uhtred and Finan cross training with the American army, and that actually happens quite a bit. Just in case that question comes up.

It was your first Thanksgiving away from your family, your first holiday in England. Thanksgiving had always been a special holiday for your family, but this would be the first time in your life that you weren't spending it with them. For you, this would be a very hard week. Even though you'd found a close circle of friends in Osferth and your neighbors, you still missed home terribly.

You thought of how much you missed your family as you sat in the shared back garden with your new neighbors, Osferth, Sihtric, and Finan, as your landlord's wife, Thyra, threw the ball for her dogs and yours.

"You've been quiet, Y/N." Osferth observed. He had a cup of coffee in his hand, a habit you'd started him on when he (more often than not) joins you for dinner.

"I'm sorry, guys. I guess I'm just a little homesick. Thanksgiving is this Thursday, and this is the first year I've never been with them." You explained.

"I hate to hear that." Osferth said, "What does Thanksgiving look like for you?"

"Where do I even start?" You chuckle, "Me, my mom, my grandmother, my sister, and my aunts all spend days cooking all kinds of food and desserts. My dad starts the night before, smoking different kinds of meats. The whole family comes to my grandparents' farm. We play games, we eat, we go see the farm animals. It's a lot of fun, and I'm really sad I have to miss it."

"I thought you only ate turkey on Thanksgiving?" Sihtric asked.

"Not my family. My dad usually makes different kinds of barbecue. Everyone in the family likes something different." You explained.

"I'd pay good money to have barbecue again." Finan said, taking a sip of his tea. During his time in the Army, he'd briefly trained in America with Uhtred.

"Where did you and Uhtred go, Finan?" Y/N asked.

"Kentucky, Texas." Finan said, "Still the best ribs I've ever had."

You laughed, "I'm convinced you would let yourself get kidnapped if there was food involved, Finan. That goes for you too, Osferth."

Osferth chuckled, tussling your hair slightly.

"If it was your food, maybe." Osferth replied.

You blushed; over the last few months, you and Osferth had grown very close, but neither of you seemed to want to be the first to venture outside of just friendship. You flirted constantly, and it was obvious to everyone how you both felt, but neither of you seemed compelled to take the leap.

"What if we had a Thanksgiving?" Came Thyra's question, throwing the ball for your dog, Brownie.

"I, for one, would not say no to more food." Finan said.

"I could make plenty of food. I'm sure it could be really nice." You said.

"I could help you," Osferth offered, "I'm sure it couldn't be too hard."

"I could help, too." Thyra said, coming over to sit with the four of you, "Gisela makes the best chocolate cake."

"Let's do it." You said, "It could be a little Friendsgiving. I think everyone would like it."

Osferth reached out, patting your shoulder lightly. "I think this is going to be a lot of fun."

You smiled at him, he was impossibly optimistic. You hoped you could pull this off.

-------------

When Thanksgiving came around, though, you had never regretted your decision more.

You only had one tiny oven in your flat, and only so much counter space. You were struggling keep up, and you'd run out of refrigerator space the day before.

Osferth and Finan had arrived at your place early that morning, and your stress rolled off of you in waves. Growing up, Thanksgiving was always a shared task, and you'd taken on the brunt of it. Osferth was the only one of the men who knew how to cook, and you'd immediately put him to work.

"What have you made, pray tell?" Finan asked, looking at the various dishes of food scattered everywhere.

"Well, Beocca and Uhtred are making the meat... I'm making mashed potatoes, cornbread stuffing, rice stuffing, macaroni and cheese, about four different casseroles, deviled eggs..." You trailed off, trying to remember everything Thyra, Gisela, and your other neighbor, Hild, were making. Sihtric and his girlfriend were also bringing a variety of desserts, since his girlfriend was a pastry chef.

"If we run out, I'm going to laugh." Osferth said. He was mixing the dough for the rolls, laughing softly as he tried to find room anywhere in your kitchen. You'd settled on the small table you'd found on the side of the road with Thyra--Finan had helped restore it--and there was barely any room left there.

"To be fair," You said sheepishly, "We usually have a long buffet line for the food, usually in my grandma's living room."

"What does everyone else do while the food cooks?" Osferth asked.

You laughed, taking a shot of whiskey to calm your nerves. "We drink. And play games."

"I like the drinking part." Said Finan, wearing one of your vintage aprons and pouring himself a bit of whiskey.

"Well, to be fair, some of us aren't allowed to drink anymore. Not since Thanksgiving five years ago." You said.

Osferth stopped making the rolls and looked up, "What happened five years ago?"

Osferth knew more about your family than the others, he knew part of the reason you'd chosen to move halfway across the world. He knew where this story was likely headed.

Taking another shot of whiskey to deal with the anxiety rising in your throat, you laughed. "Well, Thanksgiving five years ago is when half my cousins, mostly Aunt Lisa's kids, along with my Uncle Bobby, kind of started a brawl in the front yard. Half of us wound up going to jail."

"To JAIL?" Finan asked, putting yet another casserole in the oven.

"I didn't have to, but my sister did. You'd like my sister, Cassie. But anyway, I suppose my cousin Blake was three sheets to the wind, and I guess he took a swing at Cassie, and all I know is that by the time the deputies showed up, all of them were in the yard." You explained, getting the dish of macaroni and cheese ready.

"Sounds like fun." Finan said.

You shrugged. "It comes with its own problems."

"What do you mean?" Osferth asked.

"My family is big and loud. I love them, and I miss them, but I'm kind of the odd person out. I'm the first one to graduate from college. It's hard, sometimes, feeling like I'm out of place in my own family." You said.

"I know the feeling." Osferth said, a look in his eyes you hadn't seen before, "I've never actually spent a holiday with any family other than my uncle or my mum."

"Wait, what?" You asked.

Osferth shrugged, "My dad and my mum never married. He came around some, when I was little, but it was never consistent. He always gave her money, I guess, but then she got sick, and we moved in with my uncle Leofric. My dad got married, had more kids. His new wife didn't like me. She didn't want me around for holidays, always said that I made them look bad. My sister has always tried to reach out, but I never got to see what a big family holiday was like until I met Uhtred."

You and Finan both stood, mouths agape. As flustered as your family could make you, you'd never been outright excluded.

"My uncle never had a lot of money, growing up, especially after my mum died." Osferth added, "When I joined the Army and spent that first Christmas with Gisela and Uhtred, Gisela had gifts for me. Gisela and Uhtred practically raised me."

"Yes, yes they did." Finan said, trying to lighten the mood. Tears filled your eyes, your heart broken at the realization that the only family Osferth had ever really known was there, on that street. You couldn't help the urge, walking forward and putting your arms around him as tightly as you could.

You couldn't think of anything to say, you just kept your arms around Osferth for longer than necessary, and he didn't push you off. Of course, Osferth never rejected affection from you.

Cutting the tension, Finan cleared his throat.

"As cute as this is, I think we should probably find some tables, as there is more food here than this flat can hold and Y/N has evidently decided to feed the whole neighborhood. I'm going to go see if Beocca or Uhtred have any folding ones." Finan said, taking off the apron and placing it on the hook on the wall.

That left Osferth and you alone, for the first time in nearly a week. You couldn't help but smile as the whiskey warmed you and you turned on some music to help you finish cooking.

"Thank you, for helping me do this." You said, feeling a little more bold than normal.

"I can't say no to you." Osferth chuckled, watching you spin around in sock feet.

"I'm sure you could, if you wanted to." You teased.

"And why would I want to do that? Why say no, when I can watch you dance to some ancient old song?" Osferth teased. You playfully hit his stomach, laughing.

"Don't disrespect Dolly like that!" You exclaimed. He laughed in response, taking your hand and spinning you around.

Truthfully, even though you missed home, you found you'd never felt more at home than you did in your small kitchen, with Osferth.

---------------

As it turned out, there was so much food that tables had to be set up outside. Uhtred and Beocca had outdone themselves with ribs, chicken, roast beef, and ham. Gisela had brought a herring dish and chocolate cake. Thyra had made cabbage, roast vegetables, chicken tikka masala, and several desserts. Hild and Mr. Pyrlig had brought dishes too, and then there was the vast feast you and Osferth had made.

Truthfully, the neighborhood didn't need much of an excuse to get together, as you realized. Watching everyone stand around, talking and laughing, you realized that you'd found a family. You felt an arm sneak around your waist, and you looked around to see Osferth, who had snuck nearly half a tray of deviled eggs.

"I've never had these before, my uncle was not a good cook." He said.

"How many have you had today, Osferth?" You asked.

"I couldn't tell you. Not enough for me to regret it." He replied.

You gave him a playful nudge with your elbow and then went to grab a plate of food, taking a seat in between Osferth and Thyra. There wasn't a lull in conversation, everyone was having a good time and you couldn't help but feel warm watching everyone smile and laugh. Afterwards, you, Osferth, Finan, and Sihtric played with the children while everyone else ate dessert. Gradually, the day turned into night, and you were a bit sad to watch everyone go.

No fighting, no extra stress. As it turned put, everything had been perfect.

-----------

Later that night, in your tiny kitchen, you and Osferth washed and dried what appeared to be an endless pile of dishes, Thyra and Beocca boxing away leftovers to take to everyone in the neighborhood. You truly missed having a dishwasher then, though you didn't mind the company.

"You know, Osferth, you should have invited your uncle." You said, handing him a freshly washed baking dish.

"I would have, but it's a little late for that." Osferth said, drying the dish and putting it aside.

"Why?" You asked.

"He died when I was sixteen." Osferth replied, his voice a little hollow.

"Osferth, I'm so sorry. Could I ask...?" You began.

"How?" Osferth answered, "A roadside bomb in Afghanistan."

"You've been on your own since you were sixteen?" You asked.

Osferth shook his head. "No. I spent a month living with my dad, until his wife decided she couldn't stand the sight of me and kicked me out. Wound up getting sent to a boys' home, until Beocca and Thyra took me in. I had been staying with them while my uncle was deployed, turns out my uncle had named them my guardians in his will."

"Osferth..." You whispered, "I don't even know what to say. I'm so sorry. Why didn't you say anything?"

Osferth chuckled ruefully, wiping his forehead with his elbow. "Everyone else already knew. I don't talk about my family much, no one really wants to ask. I spent the better part of my life being the bastard throw away, as my stepmother used to tell me. Beocca and Thyra, Uhtred and Gisela, Finan, Sihtric...and even you make up for that."

You stopped washing the dishes, turning to look at Osferth. He wasn't very good at hiding his emotions; at least, not around you. You could see the lingering pain in his eyes. You moved to wrap your arms around him, hugging him as tightly as he'd let you. He rested his sharp chin on the top of your head, sighing heavily, as if he were letting go of a breath he didn't realize he held.

"For what it's worth, Osferth, I'm really, really glad you're here." You said, letting go just enough to look up at him. He smiled, placing a chaste kiss to your forehead.

"I'm glad you're here too, Y/N." Osferth replied.

There was a pause for a moment, both of you looking at each other with a vast array of words that you seemed to want to say. However, neither of you spoke, you simply returned to washing dishes.

You couldn't help but release a shaky sigh as your stomach did flips; it seemed that every time you were in Osferth's presence, you felt butterflies. You glanced over toward Osferth and noticed he was looking at you, too, giving a slight smile as he continued to dry the dishes.

You finished the night by watching a Christmas movie, Beocca and Thyra bidding you goodnight before they went upstairs to their own apartment. As you sat next to Osferth, you wished so badly that you could tell him all the things that were in the forefront of your mind.

However, his soft eyes watching the movie said that could wait for another day. He was there, with you, sharing in a favorite tradition.

Someday soon, you would tell him. Tonight, you thought, that it could wait.

------

Thanks for reading everyone!

#osferth #baby monk #the last kingdom #ewan mitchell #aemond targaryen #house of the dragon #the last kingdom x reader #osferth x reader

137 notes · View notes

theleechyskrunkly · 2 months

Note

SPECIFIC QUESTIONS YOU SHALL GET THEN

*taps mic*

1: How did they meet?

2: When did Paige realize he likes Idia? When did Idia realize he likes Paige?

3: Do they ever help each other with their hair?

4: What is one way they like to show each other affection?

That's much better >:D

1: These two actually met when Idia was a sophomore and Paige was a freshman. Around two months into the school year, Paige happened to be silently singing to the opening of one of the anime that Idia was obsessed with at the time (Lets call it... "Dark Magic of the Ultimate Mage: ULTIMAGE!!!"), and his extreme Otaku ideology compelled Idia to talk to Paige about his interests, but of course he ended up shying away last minute.

Ortho, seeing the potential opportunity to get Idia to make a friend, made a plan to get the two to somehow make contact. That plan involves a lot of Ortho and Paige getting to know each so that it would ultimately result in Idia and Paige meeting each other (but I'm not gonna discuss Ortho's master plan here because 1. I have no idea what the master plan would be, and 2. That's Ortho and Paige lore, not Idia and Paige lore)

The ultimate result (pun intended) of Ortho's plan was Idia and Paige meeting each other at an anime convention where they both cosplayed as the main characters for "Dark Magic of the Ultimate Mage: ULTIMAGE!!!" and the two hit it off! Of course, with a few nudges from Ortho to get the conversation going, they eventually found out that they went to the same school.

Idia died inside when he figured out someone from school knew he cosplayed, so Paige was the one to seek him out when they returned to school, since he was glad to find someone to share interests with. Idia wasn't hard to find, he literally has flaming blue hair. Anyways, they ultimately became besties!

2: That's the thing, Paige doesn't realize he likes Idia cuz HE'S A LITTLE SHIT THAT CAN'T DEAL WITH HIS OWN FEELINGS 🤬🤬🤬!!!!! Idia realized when Paige happened to fall asleep on Idia's bed while they were pulling their weekly all nighters. Idia stared at Paige for a little too long, his hair slowly turning pinkish. That is, until Ortho caught him (and teased him for WEEKS). Idia slept on his beanbag that day.

3: Rather than helping, they end up tangling their hair. Well, Idia ends up tangling Paige's hair, cuz I don't think fire can tangle 💀 but Paige does often bury himself in Idia's hair while he games (Idia never notices until he's done with his match) because he likes the warmth Idia's hair radiates. Idia fidgets with Paige's hair when they're in public in order to calm down his social anxiety.

4: Leaning A lot of leaning. Paige leans on people to show affection, since he's detached from most and isn't sure hoe to properly show affection. He leans on Idia all the time, while gaming, reading, during class, all the time. He also makes songs every now and then for Idia to listen to, though he doesnt show him every single one, since some of them are seriously cheesy.

Idia shows his affection towards Paige through inviting him to game, and not being as rude as he usually is to most others. He tends to go easy on Paige on video games where he's usually superior.

Tagging: @thehollowwriter @red-viewe @xen-blank @enigmatic-pers @cyanide-latte(if you'd like being added to the tag list, please let me know!)

#THIS THING TOOK AGES BECAUSE MY DRAFTS KEPT DISAPPEARING #anyways yeah #Idia is such a skrunkly #twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst #twisted wonderland idia #idia shroud #twst idia #Paige Pegasus #Twst oc #ortho shroud #twst ortho #Cyany 👻

12 notes · View notes

spikedsoul · 1 year

Text

maid's worst nightmare - ch 38

sorry y'all, i'm just realizing it's taking me a month between shortass chapters and i feel bad ;o; just been stupidly busy and hyperfixated on games i recently got. i'll try to post more often but as usual i can't promise, so thank y'all for sticking with me!

previous chapters

@sovereign-of-succ

"We can talk about it later, but not in front of the kids!" you whispered harshly to Bowser as he carried you toward the waiting boys. From your angle, you could see the corner of his mouth twitching like he was struggling to hold back a smirk - and you could also see Morton and Ludwig exchanging glances with each other as they stood waiting in the shadow of the stadium wall.

Junior was the one to speak up as the two of you drew closer.

“You’re late!” the little koopa huffed, pointing an accusing claw at you and Bowser. “What took you so long?!”

“You two get a little tangled up at lunchtime?” Ludwig snickered.

Fuck, they were gonna make you blush and give away that yes, that’s what happened, and you really didn’t want to admit that to the kids… or at least, you didn’t want to admit it with Junior there.

You did your best to roll your eyes convincingly; Ludwig probably wouldn’t buy it, but you were hoping Morton and Junior would. Before you could speak up, though, Bowser beat you to it: “Actually, we had to swing by sister’s room so she could measure this li’l maid for some new clothes. Peach said it could be a few more weeks ‘fore she can go home.”

Morton put his hands on his hips, his eyes squinted in suspicion even as he nodded. “Alright… then why are you carrying her? There’s no reason for that unless she can’t walk, so are you telling me she also hurt her leg or something to warrant this?”

Damn it, Morton was too smart for his own good! And Ludwig just looked smug as hell. He knew.

“Can’t a maid trip down the stairs without getting grilled about it?” you mumbled as you brought your hands to your face. “Also don’t I have a race to ref? Let’s get to that. Still haven’t seen the inside of this stadium track and I’m eager to.”

Ludwig snickered softly. “Alright, alright. We’ll get everything powered up; you two just go get settled.”

“Papa?” You glanced down at Junior at his voice - only to see him staring intently and thoughtfully at the pair of you. Bowser hummed softly to encourage the little koopa to continue; you could feel the vibrations in his chest. “Are you still gonna try to capture Peach?” Junior’s eyes were now solidly fixed on you.

Outwardly, Bowser didn’t seem to react, but you could feel him tense. It seemed even Junior was onto him.

“I dunno, kiddo. Maybe if she wants help gettin’ that short guy to chase her, but I think it’s time I let her go, huh?” the king said rather tactfully. You made a note to praise him for that - the other kids already didn’t like Peach, so you were oddly proud that he was openly telling them he was moving on.

Wait, why was Junior pointing at you with that grin on his snout?

“Mama,” he stated.

Your face flushed immediately and you hid behind your hands again. “I’m too young to be a mom!” you protested despite being perfectly old enough to be at least a young mother.

The boys all broke out into cackling and scurried off without another word, leaving you and Bowser standing there near the stairs that led up into the stadium. By now, you were pretty certain they had planned that, even if Ludwig had to probably explain what was happening to Junior and Morton. The two older boys had probably intentionally convinced Junior to call you Mama now instead of Peach, and if you were honest, you had no idea how you really felt about that.

All in all, it was probably inevitable given that you intended to stay by Bowser’s side much longer than a few more weeks, and so you probably wouldn’t have avoided the ‘Mama’ tag indefinitely - you just hadn’t expected Junior to so quickly turn around on who his mother figure would be.

Maybe he hadn't, actually. Maybe they got him to say it just to see how you'd react. Yeah, honestly that seemed more likely…

"So," Bowser grunted as he started up the stairs, "Now that you're officially Mama to my youngest… that makes me Daddy, right?" He grinned broadly, obviously proud of himself for circling back to that conversation.

"Maybe," you hummed, hoping it would humble him a little.

"Definitely," he chuffed. "Definitely yes."

He finally crested the stairs and started down the stone hallway that blocked your view of the stadium. You were definitely getting excited to see what all was in store for this race. So excited, in fact, that you were happy to drop the subject of what he wanted you to call him - you couldn't even help wiggling just slightly in his arms as some of the track began to come into the limited view of the hallway.

"Excited?" he rumbled, gently squeezing you to him; at least he had the decency to change topics, and you enjoyed the closeness.

You lightly rubbed your cheek on his chest as you replied, "Yeah, honestly. I don't think I've ever seen anything like a race track before."

"Wait until ya see it workin'."

Electricity suddenly thrummed through the air just a few steps away from the hallway exit, and you sucked in a breath as the ground itself briefly shuddered. Subconsciously, you reached up and curled your fingers around Bowser's spiked collar, your knuckles lightly pressing against his soft, warm scales. You felt him gently squeeze you again in an effort to help you keep calm.

Bowser rumbled softly as he finally stepped into the light of the buzzing stadium. Your eyes went wide in awe as you took in the grand sight in front of you.

There was a straight stretch of road that ran along the seats, the starting/finish line off to the right a little; a loud sound off to your left had your head whipping around, just to see a pair of thwomps slowly warming up, one of them just lifting from the ground. The road past them was swallowed up by a massive castle-like structure, no doubt with more hazards lying in wait. To the right, down a ways from the line, was a little block with balls of fire slowly popping out of it in a spinning obstacle. Your nose wrinkled as the smell of sulfur wafted over the seating area. On both sides, transparent boxes are slowly appearing with question marks on them.

"Well, my dear?" Bowser purred. He gave you a few minutes to take it in before turning to head up more stairs, straight to a spot that was obviously reserved for him: a tall throne-like chair with a cushy-looking cushion on the seat for his heavy body.

Sitting on top of the cushion was a blanket, no doubt for you just in case of a blizzard, and an envelope with Bowser's name in fancy script.

"It's incredible," you murmured. "I can't wait to see the race in action. But how will we keep track of the boys when they're on the rest of the track?"

He hummed softly, shifting you into one arm and carefully clearing his seat of the items. "A screen'll pop up showin' the boys when they get outta sight. Lakitus are gonna be positioned around the track to get us good angles."

You nodded a bit, settling in his lap carefully. That was interesting, but you didn't have time to comment before you could see the boys slowly driving their karts up to the starting line.

"Oh! Here they come!" You grinned, resisting the urge to wave at the boys. They didn't seem to be looking your way anyway.

You forgot to bring up the envelope and Bowser didn't care to remind you.

#bowser #bowser x reader #bowser x y/n #bowser jr #bowser junior #morton koopa jr #ludwig von koopa #super mario bros #fanfic #fanfiction

60 notes · View notes

veeveex3 · 2 years

Text

Just The Two of Us (Idia Shroud x gn!reader)

Tags: fluff, hurt / comfort, crack (?), miscommunication trope (derogatory), my attempt at perspective shifting and humor, idia slander /lh (idk why I bullied him sm in this chapter lolol)

Word Count: 3602

It's been a week since your last date with Idia and you're starting to believe that he's lost interest in you. However, Idia is insecure from what has happened on said date. Luckily, you're both able to clear each other's misconceptions.

AN: hhhhhh i'm sorry this took so longggg i just knew what I wanted to right but not how to write it, y'know. also i wanted to take a break from writing longer fics since I wrote the last one in the middle of the night (as if i'm not doing that again-)

You lay awake in bed. It's 1 am, the air is cool and the only noises you can hear are the trees shaking outside and Grim's little snores. You should, theoretically, be asleep right now. But your worries keep you up.

It's been about a week since your first, and seemingly last date with Idia Shroud. The boy you've had a crush on for so long. The boy you've been close friends with for even longer. And he hasn't talked to you since. You thought he hated you for that date. Maybe it was because you knew of his anxiety and still made him go outside. Maybe it was because you kicked him too much while playing that arcade game. Maybe it-

Your thoughts are luckily silenced by the bright light coming from your phone. You glance over at the notification. Speak of the devil.

Sans: hey you up?

You were annoyed by how nonchalant he seemed despite trying to avoid you for the past week but your desire to be closer to him was stronger than any resentment you had for the boy.

You: no lol

Sans: oh (╥﹏╥)

Sans: im sorry for waking you

Sans: forgot normies needed their sleep

Sans: ill let you sleep

You: no it's fine. i was just joking

Sans: ಠ︵ಠ

You: so, did you wanna talk about something?

There was silence for a few moments. Maybe he really was mad at you; you would think if the constant flickering of ellipses at the bottom of your screen had anything to say for it.

Sans: just wanted to ask you something (´-﹏-`；)

You: and this couldn't wait until morning??

Sans: yes

Sans: i wanna see you again

Sans: in person

Sans: i miss you

Sans: i really do

Your heart tightened with a multitude of different feelings. On one hand, you were upset because he could've spoken up about this beforehand. On the other hand, you would feel really bad to get mad at him if he was serious. And on a separate hand that swatted the other two away, you just wanted to hold your firey little shut in so bad!

You: you better not be lying y'know!

Sans: im not!!!

You: good, cuz i miss you too dumbass

Sans: (≧▽≦)

Sans: wait dumbass?!?!

If you were mad before, that feeling was swiftly filled with amusement. You tried to keep your laughter in, so as not to wake Grim, who was still peacefully sleeping at the edge of your bed. Feeling mischievous, you decided to tease Idia.

You: so, you wanna see me so bad huh???

Sans: ye?

Sans: if it's about me being distant for the past week, ikik

Sans: id rather talk about it in person though

Sans: i don't wanna talk about it over text and have you not believe me and get a bad end!

Your nerves started to grow again. You two didn't even start dating yet and he wanted to break up?! Hopefully this was just a misunderstanding on your behalf but given how tired and already upset you were before, it was hard to think rotationally.

You: k. how about we meet up tomorrow? or today ig

Sans: SO SOON?!?!

You were confused by his response. Clearly if he wanted you two to stay friends then he'd want to have this conversation earlier than later.

You: yeah, why not??

Sans: alright alright fineee

Sans: just dont come super early

Sans: maybe around 12 or something

You: sure. see you

You hoped your texts didn't come off as too bitter but honestly, you just really didn't want the relationship you two started to end so quickly. With that text, you tried to go back to bed.

°*~*°*~*°*~*°*~*°*~*°

Idia: alright

Idia: night

Idia dropped his phone on his desk and plopped his face in his hands. Your texts seemed dryer than usual, you didn't respond back to his good night text telling him he should go to bed as you usually would, and you wanted to see him this soon?! Idia's leg began to bounce as he bit his lip in frustration. He should really clean up his room now. Yeah he would have less time to grind in the newest MMORPG he started playing but it's the price he had to pay for you not to call him a disgusting NEET.

Idia got up from his chair to stretch. His lips positioned themselves into his usual frown as he checked his phone to see if you replied.

.*♡Prefect♡*.: sure. see you

That was the last message you sent to him.

"Of course they're upset at me still" Idia thought to himself, "I mean, I did avoid them for the past couple of days." Since he didn't go to school in person, he spent 90% of his time in his room. Even then, he wouldn't respond to your texts.

.*♡Prefect♡*.: hey! how are you today??

.*♡Prefect♡*.: is everything alright??

.*♡Prefect♡*.: are you upset?

Of course he wasn't upset at you, you miracle given to him by the Great Seven themselves! Why would he be? You're nice to him, your patient, you care about his needs more than he did, you let him kiss you on the cheek-

Idia let out a long, pitiful sigh. He leaned against his desk chair, forehead digging deeper and deeper into the headrest. He wanted to kiss you again. Hell, he would give up almost anything to kiss you properly. But he knew he wouldn't be able to. I mean, yeah you took him out on a date, sure. But why would you, the nicest, sweetest, most precious, and most attractive person be ok with him kissing you, let alone on the lips.

He slowly picked himself up from his chair. I mean, his room isn't going to pick itself up!

"I just really hope they're not mad at me" Idia muttered to himself, "I really do."

°*~*°*~*°*~*°*~*°*~*°

Noon came and you found yourself pacing at Idia's door. Unknown to you, Idia was exhausted from cleaning his room all night and loathing all morning. And unknown to Idia, you were fiddling with the hem of your shirt, thinking that Idia wanted to end your relationship seemingly as soon as it started.

You hesitantly knocked on the door. You heard a soft yelp from the other side followed by a couple small crashes.

"H-hold on a second!" You heard Idia yell from the other side. "And don't startle me like that!" A moment later, the door unlocked and Idia peeked through the crack as he normally did.

"Did you really have to knock that loud?" His voice was soft but still had the air of annoyance you were used to. You nodded you head with a stupid smirk on your face, to which the boy rolled his eyes and opened the door for you.

His room was a lot cleaner than it usually was: his bed was neatly made, any wrappers and boxes were either thrown out or neatly put away, and the cords that were usually littered across the floor were tucked away under his PC. You have Idia a dramatic shocked face while looking at his room and back at him.

"Are you sure this is your room?!" you teased, "It's so clean! And I can barely smell the usual burnt hot pocket stench in here!" Idia lightly bonked you on the head for that remark, causing you to dramatically wince in pain.

"I do clean up here every once in a while, you know? You thought I just never cleaned?" Again, you nodded aggressively to his question. Idia sighed at you and plopped down on his bed. You walked up to his bed to do the same before you stopped yourself. The boy pouted as he noticed you standing in front of his bed still and ever-so-gently patted the spot next to him.

"Y-you don't have to ask permission to sit on my bed. I don't… mind." You did as he said and sat down next to him.

The next couple of minutes were met with silence. Occasionally, one of you two would open your mouths to speak only to be met with silence. Before the last couple of weeks, you and Idia would be a lot more relaxed around each other. Time spent in his room would mainly consist of Idia playing games or working at his desk while you would annoy him while sitting on his desk. What you would give to go back to bombard Idia with requests to pay attention to you just to show him a stupid meme or play the vibe boom sound affect to annoy him. It was like you were two different people now.

"So," you finally spoke up, "what'd you wanna talk about in person?" That question was so simple but hit Idia like a truck. He'd been rehearsing how to talk to you about this but fell short at the task at hand. His mind went blank as he stuttered, fiddling with his hands as he grew more uneasy knowing you were looking at him so intently. He took in a sigh.

"I'm really sorry." Idia trembled as he spoke. He brought his knees up to his face, hiding it and any potential tears that might come out.

"For what?" you asked. You hoped it was for him not responding to your messages for the past week but that didn't seem to be the case since he wouldn't necessarily need to apologize to you in person for that.

"For the date. I was really lousy and anxious and a burden, y'know? And I even had the audacity to…" he paused for a second, burying himself deeper into his knees, "kissing you, in the photo booth." Idia wiped any loose tears on his pants and looked at you to see your response. Surprisingly to him, you had the most deadpan face he's ever seen from you.

"Are you deadass?"

"Y-yeah? Did I say something wrong? Was that not a proper apology for you? You want me to grovel at my knees, begging you for my forgiveness and give you all of my possession?" Idia yelped again as he saw how your face looked somehow even more annoyed. He swore he was about to throw up right then and there. You stood up from the bed to stand right in front of him.

"H-hey, what're you-"

SMACK

Both of your hands held Idia's cheeks as he winced in pain.

"You have to be one of the smartest yet stupidest people I have ever had the pleasure of meeting!" You began to smush his face together as he spoke. "I've known you for about a good year now. I've been friends with you for about a good year now. And I've liked you, ROMANTICALLY, for a long while now!"

"R-really?!" Idia looked at you with a dumbstruck expression. You squished his face closer together in response, kneeling down to his eye level.

"Yes, really. And I went on a date with you. I had so much fun that day. Hell, I even kissed you before too and you seemed to enjoy that quite a bit!" Idia grew flustered in your hold. You wondered whether or not he was a robot too, given how much he was seemingly malfunctioning.

"Well- that's because- you know, I-" The more Idia failed to speak the warmer and pinker he became; which was good news for you because you found that shit adorable. You were only teasing him but finding out he really did enjoy your little forehead peck filled your heart by tenfold. But now wasn't the time for gushing over how cute the humanized fireball was. You gently removed your hands from Idia's face and held his hand in yours, placing them on his lap.

"Idia, I'm not upset at you for the date. If anything, I'm more upset that you ignored me for a week since you were probably sulking the whole time." Oof, you hit the nail right on the head.

Idia shrank into himself, feeling even worse about himself. He trembled, trying to hold back his tears. He wasn't considering the fact that you enjoyed spending time with him. He was so used to only Ortho wanting to spend time with him and caring about him. Having a whole human being who wasn't his brother enjoyed his presence so much that they missed the absence of it filled him with overwhelming emotions. Then, you pulled him in for a loose yet gentle embrace, and he cracked.

He brought you in closer, shoving his face in the crook of your shoulder to hide the sniffles and whimpers. You gently rubbed small circles against his back and he trembled more from how hard he was holding back sobbing aggressively into your shoulder.

°*~*°*~*°*~*°*~*°*~*°

Idia began to calm down in your touch, but soon got up to wipe his tear-stained face.

"So," you began to speak, causing the boy to jump, "should I leave now?" You didn't want to leave so soon, all you wanted was to hang out with your favorite gamer boy. However, from what he had displayed earlier, you thought it would be best for him to cool off on his own.

"Wait, no!" Idia realized how loud and desperate he sounded. He began to mentally curse himself for that. "I- I mean, if you'd like to leave you can. But I'm also fine with you staying too."

"Alright, then I guess I'm staying for the night then." You thought it would be best to go back to Ramshackle dorm and pick up some stuff if you were going to do so.

"W-wait- what- h-huh?!" Idia rushed towards you in confusion. He had a bunch of questions to ask at once such as "Why are you leaving?", "Why are you staying overnight?", "Do you wanna sleep in my bed? With me in it?" "Am I dreaming???"

"Well, I thought now's a better time than ever to make up for the time you ignored me for the past week. Plus, I have to get stuff from my room like pajamas and snacks." You moved towards him, poking his chest to get his attention. "That is, unless you have some spare clothes you can lend me instead?"

He was gonna start crying again if you kept this up. He's not at a high enough level to unlock your SSR tier costume! He was just hoping that this limited-time event was gonna get a rerun.

"Well then, I'm going back to my dorm now. See you in a bit!"

"See you…" Idia shut his door as you ran back to Ignihyde's dorm mirror. He cursed himself for ever thinking of ignoring you for so long if this is what the consequences would've been.

You came back with a backpack's worth of stuff, in addition to a small bag of snacks and bottled water.

"What's the bag for?" Idia inquired.

"Well, since we're probably gonna be staying in your room for the rest of the day, I thought I might as well get us some food to eat." Idia's eyes widened, realizing the last thing he ate was a half-leftover bag of gummy worms last night before he started cleaning. How he's still alive amazes the both of you.

You set down your backpack at the edge of Idia's bed and the bag of snacks on his desk. You tried to pick snacks that weren't just sweets given Idia's shit diet that seemed to consist mainly of candy and energy drinks. You make a mental note to order something with vegetables for dinner. One snack in particular catches your eye though.

"Hey, Idia" you call out to him. He hums in response, also checking out the snacks in your bag. "Wanna watch a couple movies?" You grab a bag of popcorn chips and shake it at him.

"Sure" he replies, trying hard not to focus too hard on how hungry the popcorn chips make him, "I can boot up a couple on my laptop." Idia went to grab his laptop while you went to make a pillow nest on the floor.

"Do you really have to put all of my stuff on the floor?" Idia complained as you began to add one of his bean bag chairs in the nest.

"Would you rather sit and cuddle on the bed?" Idia flushed at the mix of tease and sincerity in your voice as he shook his head. You chuckled as you continued to work on your nest, making it big enough for the two of you to fit without making it too small so as not to make things too uncomfortable. The two of you plopped in your creation, pulling a blanket over your laps.

"What do you wanna watch?" Idia asked.

"I wanna watch something stupid."

"Huh, why's that?"

"The shittier the movie, the funnier it is to laugh at how much money the producers wasted."

"Fair enough." Idia chuckled as he went looking for a bad movie to watch.

As he was looking, you decided to sneak glances at the boy in question. His hair was put in a high ponytail, likely from when he was cleaning his room last night. His lips were slightly agape and occasionally wetted by his tongue. He was wearing his long-sleeved black and blue undershirt, black sweatpants, and uncharacteristic purple cat print socks. You bit your lip unconsciously; realizing how creepy that would have seemed, you pried your eyes away from him. You felt a slight tap on your shoulder, causing you to jump.

"Is this one ok?" He pointed to the screen, showing the description for a movie called "The Velocipastor". You failed to hold in your laughter reading it, leading Idia to laugh as well and start the movie. Some time passed as the two of you watched the movie while making snarky commentary on it.

"Why did the pimp even kill the main character's parents anyways?" You ask, reaching for another popcorn chip.

"I dunno. Maybe it's because most media protagonists need to have at least one dead parent to add to their tragic backstory. Imagine this movie as a shounen anime lmao." The two of you started laughing hysterically at the thought. You had to rewind just so you wouldn't miss anything.

As you went to grab more of your chips, you realized the bag was empty. Your hand went to grab another snack from your snack bag as your hand brushed Idia's. He was quick to pull his hand away, but placed his hand on the bag after you got your new snack. His golden eyes glanced at your hands every once in a while, you couldn't help but smile at how obvious he was being.

You slowly placed your hand on top of Idia's. His hand was large and slightly cool. It was rough likely due to how much he deals with machinery. His fingernails were visibly chewed on while his knuckles were boney and prominent. You began to rub over his hand with your thumb, causing the boy to let out a soft sigh. He quickly cleared his throat and rewound the movie once again. You looked over at the clearly flustered boy and chuckled at how cute he was being. The noticable pink tips of his fiery hair would be the death of him.

°*~*°*~*°*~*°*~*°*~*°

Over the course of the night, the two of you watched four shitty movies, had dinner, and had a bunch of fun. After dinner though, you grew sleepy, having only so much energy left. You would slowly start falling asleep only to jolt yourself awake every couple of minutes. That was until Idia stopped the movie you were currently watching and closed his laptop.

"Why'd you stop the movie?" You tried to wipe as much sleep from your eyes as you could.

"Because you need to go to bed" Idia replied, getting up to put everything away, "A normie like you can't stay up for very long, y'know?" You pouted at his teasing, knowing he wasn't exactly lying. It was getting pretty late and your body was getting heavy from drowsiness. You huffed as you made a makeshift bed on the floor and lied down.

"Good night." You yawned, "Don't let the bed bugs bite."

"Night" Idia muttered, trying to grab a pillow for his bed. As he went to pull the pillow away, your hand grabbed gently at his sleeve, tugging it with just as much strength. His heart tightened from your display. He knew he'd regret it later but he'd have to be a new brand of evil to resist your sleepy charm.

Idia lied down next to you. As he did, he studied your face as he briefly noticed you did to him earlier. Every part of you was perfect to him: your parted lips, you gently fluttering eyelashes, your soft snores. He was so glad to have such a nice CG to go to sleep looking at. He knew he'd have the sweetest dreams from this.

You stirred a bit, causing Idia to turn around away from you, just in case his face creeped you out. Just as he was about to fall asleep, he felt a slight push against his back. Turning slowly as not to disturb you, he found you trying to tuck yourself into his back. He turned back again to face you and pressed his forehead against your temple.

"Sweet dreams."

#twisted wonderland #twst #idia shroud #idia shroud x reader #idia x mc

268 notes · View notes

sorrybutthisonestaken · 7 months

Text

The one and only spider-woman pt.2

Dead captains

Authors note: this is only part two because I have yet to write something between last time and this even. If any of you have prompts or ideas for any in between pt.1 and 2 or even for afterwards please send them I would be glad to write them!

Of course a crazy Karen with an octopus suit and a god complex just had to come and ruin my perfectly good Tuesday! When I say customer service is underpaid this is exactly what I mean.

She throws me against the concrete pillar of the parkade with one of her metal tentacles. The impact hard enough to cue a ringing in my ears for a few seconds. I shake it off quickly, dodging the next blow that just so happened to be aimed straight at my head.

"Qué te pasa lady? Someone spit in your tacos? I tease, dodging her arms and swinging around her for confusion. I also have to find a weak link in her design. Once I find that, all I have to do is target it and make sure she doesn't get up again.

"You little brat! You're not getting away from me!" Doc OC warns. It almost makes me sniger. I have been the one chasing her down for the past three weeks and now I'm the one getting away from her? Ha!

"Then come and get me pendejo!"

I try to keep the fighting away from the people fleeing. They don't need to get hurt in this. This is between me and the crazy lady. Sirens going off in the distance eases my mind a bit. At least Papà will be able to help everyone get out of here safely. And that's a good thing because when I slam this puta into the column in an attempt to pin her down, it cracks.

A resonating sound that both gives me an idea and sends a chill down my spine. I just have to make sure this place is evacuated before executing said plan.

"Hey lady what if we play a game shall we?" I joke, pining two of her metal arms to the ceiling with my webs. She positively growls as she swings at me with the other two. "It's called touch and go, more commonly known as tag!"

A quick glance downwards shows Papà helping the last of the civilians out of here. Just give him a little bit more time. All he needs is a couple more minutes.

I swing around, kicking the lady as she goes for me as well. Just a little bit longer. I jump off of one of the columns and body slam the doc right in the chest, making her topple over and to the floor. Her metal arm reaches for a pillar.

A deafening crack as it rips the concrete just to swing the hardened rock at my head. I narrowly avoid it, but her plan of comiting homicide is the least of my problems.

A kid. I can hear the crying. I try to look around to find them without getting too distracted but it's nearly impossible. A tentacle wraps around my waist and I am thrown through the air. I hit something very solid and another crack rips through the air. Then a rumble. Toned low and menacing.

Oh shit.

The ceiling begins to fall in on itself and I prepare for the worst, runing towards the ongoing sound of a panicked child in the hopes of being able to get to them in time before this entire structure buries us alive. But someone gets to them first. I only get a glimpse of the shiny captain's badge before a big chunk of the ceiling pins me to the floor.

I can't tell what's up or what's down. My vision is worse than when I still needed my glasses. I can barely register the sound of pattering fading away. My head feels light, and heavier than my backpack filled with textbooks all at the same time. I can barely breathe.

I turn my head to the right. Doc OC lays under the rubble. Her tentacles crushing her body, seemingly having attempted to stop anything from crushing her first. At least I don't have to worry about her ever getting back on he feet again. It's when I turn to the left when my heart drops.

His hand is sprawled out to the side and his body limp against the unforgiving stone. Papà looks unconscious. I refuse to believe he is anything worse than that, knocked out by the blow.

The will to get over there, confirm that he is still alive, it drives me. Adrenaline courses my veins and brings unknown strength. I yell out in retaliation, using all of my power to lift this concrete off of my back. My entire body shakes with the effort, but little by little I succeed. First comes the crawling position, which turns into a lunge, and that gives me enough room to shove the enormous weight off of my shoulders.

I don't give myself time to feel tired. My legs carry me exactly where I need to be, and I find myself kneeling by his side in a heartbeat. There is a wound on his chest, but I can hear his jagged breathing. A relieved chuckle escapes me as I begin to shake him.

"Papà- come on papà wake up" I urge. My shaking becomes more frantic the longer he takes to wake. He can't die, not here and definitely not now. "come on papà just look at me".

A groan leaves his lips and he begins to stir. I don't think I've ever felt this happy in my life. The moment is only dampened by him panicking slightly when his eyes lock onto my mask. He tries to push me away in a panic.

"Hey no papà it's me!" I plead. I rip the stupid mask off of my head with one hand as my other reaches for his. His eyes widen and he looks at me differently than he ever has.

"N-noa?" He croaks. I nod vigorously, pushing him down when he tries to sit up. I can tell he's in pain and I need him to hold on until first responders arrive.

"Yeah it's me"

"But- how?- it's been you the whole time?"

I take his hand in mine, gripping it tightly without hurting him.

"I promise I'll explain everything when we get home" I bargain. "I didn't tell you because of what happened with tio Gabriel and- please just hold on. I'll tell you everything I promise".

He cups my cheek with his hand. He looks at me. And I mean really looks, as if truly seeing me for the first time. He brushes a strand of hair or of the way and behind my ear. A soft smile tugs on his features.

"Mija- preciosa-". He groans trying to sit up again.

"Hey hey hey take it easy papà" I warn. He chuckles, holding onto his chest. He must have broken a rib or something.

"Siempre acuérdate lo que te he enseñado". He takes my hands in his. I watch in shock, not wanting to believe what he's saying. He can't be saying goodbye. "ten siempre cuidado. Take care of yourself and never let anyone tell you what you can't and can do. You are stronger than anyone believes, even yourself".

A violent cough tears through his system and I can't help but notice the slightest bit of blood. The paramedics are taking too long. What is taking them so long!

"SOMEONE PLEASE HELP!" I cry out. My breathing erratic as the ultimatum starts running out.

"Mija- no tengas miedo. I'm always going to be with you one way or another" papà assures me. I close my eyes and rest my head on his chest.

His grip loosens. I can no longer hear his heartbeat. His chest goes completely still. My eyes fly open and I sit up faster than my brain can process. Desperately I look for a pulse. He can't be gone he just can't be.

"No no no no no papà come on!"

He doesn't wake. His eyes closed almost peacefully as if he were only sleeping. I can feel his blood running colder and colder the more time passes. I don't even notice the tears falling like waterfalls until it become impossible to properly see with how blurry my vision is becoming.

A sob wracks through my entire body. I lay my head back down on his chest and just let it happen. All the pain escaping through any way it can. Rivers stain my cheeks. Sombre roars make my throat run dry.

The crying sounds so foreign to my ears. Never have I let myself go so much, even when tio was killed. This is a different kind of pain. He was my Papa. he was the first one to hold me when i was born. He was the one that made me feel safe when lightning scared me as a kid. He was the one that truly was always there for me, and now i know he would have forgiven me if i had just told him. If i had just told him maybe he would have trusted me to get to the kid and saved himself instead.

Canon even completed

The sound is muted but the yellow tinted hologram shows all that Miguel needs to know. He regrets not being able to do anything, but he knows the consequences of intervening. It would destroy my universe and he would have to watch me disappear all over again.

Translations:

Qué te pasa?: what's wrong with you?

Pendejo: asshole

Papà: dad

Mija: daughter

preciosa: precious

Siempre acuérdate lo que te he enseñado: always remember what I've taught you

ten siempre cuidado: always stay/be safe

no tengas miedo: don't be scared

#miguel o'hara x daughter reader #miguel spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman au #oc #lyla spiderverse

18 notes · View notes