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silverflqmes · 9 months

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໒⦂ 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄’𝐒 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐐𝐈𝐍𝐆.

synopsis. the general of the xianzhou luofu is absolutely knocked out, nowhere to be found, and you’re left to look after his son retainer.

genre. fluff + crack

tw. secondhand embarrassment..

for @melukonova <3

jing yuan x gn!reader.

“i am not a child!” the blond haired swordsman whined out, sheathing his icy blade. “therefore i do not need babysitting!”

you let out a sigh, throwing your bow on your back as you caught up to the fuming teen. “i don’t wanna look after you anymore than you want me to. but your dad- i mean, mentor, ordered me to.” a chill ran down your spine. “and i don’t even want to know what would happen if i disobeyed and lost you.”

the dozing general, as your good friend sushang called him, was all lax and carefree until angered. you being you, the last thing you wanted was to see first hand what that anger looked like. after all, they did say the calmer ones are scarier when they snap.

yanqing eyed you for a moment before letting out a huff, unfazed by her reasoning. “what makes you think i would get lost? i’m perfectly capable of handling myself, i’ve been doing so for years now!” he argued before drawing out a hum. an idea. “but..” he dragged out, peering at you from the peripheral of his gaze. “if you want to waste your day chasing me around, i suppose you’ll have to keep up!”

and just like that, the boy was gone within a sprint.

your palm came in contact with your forehead as you let out an ( exasperated ) sigh. normally you would have left the kid to do his thing, but with the mara-struck soldiers around and all sorts of dangerous beings.. it wasn’t wise to leave him on his own, even if his skills rivaled or outnumbered your own.

“this kid is gonna be the death of me.” with that in mind, you bolted after him. “wait up!”

yanqing didn’t dare slow down as he maneuvered his way through the artisanship commission — a favored place of his. for awhile he’d been eyeing a sword there, but sadly.. he’d spent his entire paycheck upon receiving it.

which for reference, was last week..

however, two days ago yuan had provided him with the necessary credits to purchase the blade. hence his pursuit for the antique store.

when his peridot eyes found his destination, they sparked with relief when they caught sight of the sword. his prayers had been answered! no one bought it!

he took the antique meticulously into his hands, as though afraid it could shatter if handled incorrectly, as he brought it up to the counter.

“sir yanqing, you’ve returned!” the storekeeper greeted, smiling brightly. “the sword’s been waiting for you the entire week! since no one has come to purchase it, it seems it was meant to be with you after all!”

the ice user let out a chuckle, folding his arms proudly across his chest . “it seems so!” he grinned before reaching into his pocket. “same amount as before?”

a nod. “same amount!”

relieved to hear it hadn’t gone up in price, yanqing continued his search.. only to come out empty handed.

the boy blinked in surprise, reaching into another pocket.. and nothing again.

“i must have left it at the estate!” he mentally scolded himself before looking up with a blush coating his cheeks. “i-i um.. left my wallet at home.. is there any chance you can hold onto the sword while i get it?” he asked, praying the shopkeeper would say yes, but his apologetic smile said otherwise.

“i’m sorry sir yanqing, it would go against the store policy since we’re an antique shop — you sort of find what you can get..”

the young prodigy paled, whispers entering his ears around him about the blade. if he left, someone was sure to take it!

“what to do, what to do..”

“yanqing, there you are! i’ve been looking everywhere for you.” you called out, glancing between the blond and the store clerk. “were you going to buy this?”

his eyes widened at your ability to have caught up so quickly. he thought he’d lost you amidst the twists, turns and teleportation! it seemed his methods in slipping away still needed work. he could only wonder how the general had perfected his so well.

parting his lips, yanqing felt the need to interrogate you on your abilities in finding him, but he closed them right after, his curiosity faltering. “it doesn’t matter, i left my credits at home so i can’t buy it.” he mumbled back, cheeks burning as the words left his mouth. how could he have made such a rookie mistake?!

a hum left your lips at his reasoning before you reached into your utility belt, pulling out a sum of credits you’d received just yesterday. “how much is the weapon?” you stepped forward, holding out the bills in your hand.

the blond nearly felt his jaw drop at your actions. were you going to pay for him?? he couldn’t allow that — it wasn’t right!

“w-wait, y/n! i can just get another one some other time!” he blurted, tugging on your wrist to pull you back.

however, you ignored him. “will this be enough or does it cost more?” you asked, refocusing your gaze on the shopkeeper — who looked almost dumbfounded. how much did cloud knights earn?!

“um- it will do, y-yes..” the owner answered quietly, popping the register open before grabbing a tote. “would you like a bag with that..?”

you looked towards your blond companion, nudging him out of his daze. “bag or no bag?”

“n-no bag..” yanqing answered quietly, taking the blade off the counter before sheathing it at his hip.

the walk to the estate was quiet, minus the rustling of the trees and gossiping of birds.

no wonder the general liked his naps so much, it was peaceful and much needed- considering his workload.

yanqing hadn’t spoken a word after saying he didn’t need a bag.

part of him was still disbelieved about it all. if it hadn’t been for you grabbing his wrist to guide him back home, he would’ve remained frozen in his place.

the silence didn’t matter to you though, your job of looking after yanqing was nearing its end. you could return to your post in about twenty minutes worry free.

“y/n, yanqing!” the general greeted at the gates, smiling that cat-like grin he always sported. “i was beginning to think something had happened that required me to save you both.” he teased, sliding his gaze over to his retainer’s hip before letting out a chuckle. “i see you went shopping. is that the one you’ve been eyeing?” he inquired gently, folding his arms comfortably over his chest.

the teen looked up at the albino haired male for a moment before lowering his eyes, shame overcoming him. “a-about that, i left my wallet here.. so y/n bought it for me.” he confessed, flushing like he did before. he felt bad to have you pay, after the way he behaved with you earlier.

and yuan had no issue picking up on this as he let out a hum. “really now?” he questioned softly, peering over at you for confirmation.

surprise crossed your features upon being addressed before you inclined your head. “he was worried someone would buy it if he left the store, so i paid. but it’s no issue at all! t-truly, general..”

the lightning user let out a hum. “i see. well i can’t let your kind actions go to waste.” he spoke up finally, raising a hand to his chin.

“that’s alright- consider it a gift.” you smiled awkwardly, waving your hands dismissively before flitting your eyes to the blond. “i hope the sword finds you well.”

yanqing felt his guilt creeping up on him as he watched you turn before he could say his thanks.

and then his voice found him. “w-wait..!” he blurted out, grabbing your hand, as you did previously to him. “you didn’t let me thank you properly..” the ice user spoke up, swallowing his embarrassment to look over at the golden eyed male beside him for permission. “can y/n stay over for dinner?”

“dinner?? with the general and his retainer?!” you shouted in your head, astonished that the boy was even asking such a thing when all he wanted was to get away from you.

“a-ah, yanqing that’s okay- it was a gift! therefore no payment is required.. and i don’t want to intrude.” your voice quieted at the last sentence, suddenly feeling flushed yourself.

you had a post to get back to and later a box of leftover takeout waiting for you at home. having dinner with the general and his apprentice was completely unheard of!

however, the general in question thought otherwise. “hmm.. i think the kid is right.” jing yuan finally said, lowering his hand to the arm over his chest. “you’re relieved of your duties for tonight. yanqing, show them in while i get dinner started.”

with that, the general was already walking through the gates into his grand estate.

and once more.. you were left to look after his retainer — or in this case, he was left to look after you.

“um.. this way.” the blond brought you out of your trance when he dropped your hand, moving a few steps ahead of you.

the walk was awkward to say the least, he was truly hoping for yuan’s assistance on this, but alas.. he had other plans.

perhaps this was yanqing’s punishment for forgetting his wallet behind. “have you visited here before?” he sliced through the silence, though not as cleanly as his swords would.

you slid your eyes to him, surprised to hear him speak, though you recovered quickly. “a few times to deliver messages, but never beyond the gates.”

the blond nodded in understanding. jing yuan was keen on not mixing home life with work, he liked to preserve his relaxing environment. which made sense, people came home to relax and get away from their job.

he continued onward with you, stopping at the small nook he normally spent time off in to grab what looked to be.. digital checkers?

your brows rose a little. despite yanqing arguing that he was not a child, he sure favored his games.

his eyes met yours — a wordless invitation.

it’s not like there was much to do. anything to pass the time ( and embarrassment ) will do.

“alright, dinner is ready!” the snowy haired general called, walking out with a crockpot in hand — a culinary achievement of his. “who’s hungr-”

“HOW?!” yanqing’s voice tore through his question, causing him to blink. his retainer wasn’t one for losing his cool around others; had he missed something?

you surveyed yuan at the doorway for a second before lowering your eyes to the blond, lifting your shoulders at his outburst. “beginner’s luck?” you asked with an innocent smile.

only, he wasn’t buying it. “no way-! then i demand a rematch to test that statement!”

“how about you let our guest eat first.” the general chimed in, chuckling softly when the boy sharpened up instantaneously. worked every time. “i see you and y/n have been quite busy in my absence.. perhaps i’ll have to try my luck with them as well.” he mused, winking over at you.

your face heated up at the gesture, not having anticipated that of your superior, but you tried not to think too much of it.

sure he was a smooth talker and incredibly handsome. you’d even caught that foxian ambassador selling his pictures once!

however you knew better than to become romantically attached. least of all with your, quote on quote, boss.

even so, you couldn’t help those butterflies that crept into your gut at that wink. it was heart-stopping.

you took the vacant seat the boys had left you- across from yuan, ironically. once again, you tried not to think much of it.

but how could you do that after his fingers brushed yours so delicately when you reached for the ladle?

the way his golden eyes fell to yours and that dreamy look on his face with that lazy smile. no wonder you kept away from the general, you wouldn’t survive a day!

yanqing eyed the exchange, glancing between you and his caretaker. something felt strange in the atmosphere, and at this point, he was rethinking his choices on inviting you to eat. this was.. embarrassing to witness, and he’d had enough of his own share already.

still, it would be rude to send you home or question his guardian’s actions.

that, and he couldn’t help this weird, fuzziness in his chest. the little kid in him that yearned for that familial feeling.

granted, jing yuan on his own was a father figure enough — but right now, sitting at the table between you both.. he couldn’t help the rush of emotions he felt all at once.

he wondered if maybe, you would come again to dinner if he asked you to.

notes. hi queen i was trying so hard to get this out on your birthday but i fr blanked out and the creative juices went dryer than sumeru’s desert😐 anyway i hope this was what you wanted?? went from where’s waldo ( yanqing ) to very fluffy dinner??? first time writing jing yuan AND yanqing too, so i am um.. concerned for the portrayal. but i hope it satisfies you! and happy happy birthdayyy mami, mwah<3

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freminet-writings · 7 months

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Maybe it lives in your inbox, MAYBEEE...

I just saw a post from an anonymous person about Freminet sitting on the reader's face and having her pussy eaten by him. I'm 100% sure that Freminet would cry while he thighs tremble violently between the reader's face and his fingers he sinks into Freminet's hips so that he tongue can go deeper into he pussy, although he is already eating it the reader is not enough, so Freminet is there writhing and babbling 💗💗

I think that hours later when she finished that, her legs would still be shaky (after the reader eats he pussy he probably fucked he pussy to Freminet) and I think that Lyney and Lynette worry in their own way, without having the slightest knowledge of how their little brother has been eaten and raised by he boyfriend..

IT WOULD MAKE ME LAUGH TO THINK ABOUT THE RED FACE WHEN LYNEY OR LYNETTE ASKED HIM 😹

Request I think, but I needed to tell someone, my only friends call me sick or perverted.. (my own partner also once called me a pervert because of my obsession with scara mainly)

-🦕

sorry for inactivity, the second my genshin updated my friend made me farm bc he'll be gone for s month and he wants furina 🙏 bro is at 78 pity on a 50/50 with nothing to do but commissions, this is torture

this more like little headcanons instead of a actual story im sorry 😭 but i feel you, i cannot tell anyone the things i be saying about these guys theyre gonna call me weird 💀

freminet would be sooo adorable and shy when he sits on your face 🥺 he probably thinks he'll suffocate you but you wouldn't even mind honestly, he knows he'll get so sensitive and tighten around you too!

poor baby can't even control his trembling thighs when you lick and suck on his clit, it's not his fault you're way too good to him, he can't even look down at you from how embarrassed he was, his moans and whimpers echoing throughout his ears

he can't help but grind against your tongue as he starts really feeling it, a hand held gripped your hair as his clit made contact with your mouth, letting you finger his hole as he clenches around you

ahshdhdjside imagine the look on his face when you continued after cumming?? he tries sitting up but you drag him back down, he's definitely clenchinv his fists near his chest when he's super sensitive (do you know what i mean? like he's being shy? i hope yall understand 😭😭)

poor freminet can't sit on your face proper after the fifth orgasm, having to lean forward or backwards as he shakes and sobs above you, his pussy swollen but you won't stop, too addicted to his puffy clit <3

AHHH i can't stop thinking about how pretty he would look oh my godd, his little whimpers as you just overstimulate him to the point of tears, the way your face is glistening with his juices, he'd be sobbing and he would sound so hot??

he would be shaking so badly struggling against you even though he'd be babbling on and on "don't stop, please please please~!" you could barely understand him as you went on, the more he cums the more pathetic and incoherent he became

maybe you'll even fuck him after just to make him worse, whether you're fucking him into the sheets with his legs spread just for you, or making him do the work riding you while he can barely move his legs 🥺

he will want it again and again, even if he has to ask for it himself, he'll start begging eventually

after awhile you do stop and clean him up, his siblings came home to find him sitting in the living room still red faced and trembling, being the overprotective older siblings they were, they immediately pestered him

"freminet? what's wrong? you're shaking!" lyney would check his temperature to find him heated but not by a fever "what wrong? you're so red...what did you do today?"

freminet would only blush and wish to run away, vut his poor legs would not allow that, he just stutters and mumbles that he's fine! little do they know their little brother is not so innocent anymore!

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x you #genshin impact smut #freminet x reader #freminet smut

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heresthestorymorningglory · 6 months

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The Only Way Out Is Through

Summary: Safe houses can sometimes feel a little cramped.

A/N: Listen y'all this NSFW 18+ should be par for the course at this point. So like….just don’t okay? This one in particular isn't 18+ but the Nurse series as a whole certainly is.

As always, the inspo is thanks to the Goosecord and my beautiful partner in crime @ken-dom who continues to inspire the Gosling drabbles daily.

Bless you my new found chosen sister for putting up with my antics! (Yes I copy pasted, yes it’s still valid don’t come for me)

This is a continuation of what I’ve affectionately titled the Nurse Series, read previous parts here.

Like I said last time, this won’t be the last you see of Six

Enjoy my loves! <3

It had been a solid week and Six hadn’t left your side once. You had called the hospital, from a burner, and told them you were fine but would be out of commission for awhile and then Six promptly threw the phone in the lake.

That had been six days ago; you sighed in a futile attempt at getting Six to understand your side.

“I am not going to run from Lloyd Hansen for the rest of my natural life, Court, I’m just not” He stood in the doorway between the kitchen and the living room where you sat on the couch. It’s been a week, Lloyd has the attention span of a nat”

“No”

You sighed more irritated than ever, convinced that ‘No’ was the only word he knew in the English language.

“Court please, I know you want to keep me safe, I do, but I have to work I have friends, and a house and…plants”

He looked at you with a raised eyebrow, but you held your ground

“Plants?” he repeated “You’re worried about your plants?”

“I…no” you sighed, rubbing your hands over your face, still gently, your nose was healing but still sore. You growled in frustration dropping your hands in your lap “You missed everything else I said, why can’t I make you HEAR me?!”

He stood up to his full height dropping his arms to his sides “Do you know where Lloyd went?” he asked, not waiting for a response before he continued “Do you have his head on a pike somewhere and I missed it??”

You sighed as he continued still, the volume of his voice increasing with each rhetorical question he asked.

“No!” He nodded “You don’t and as long as that’s true, as long as he is breathing air you are in danger!”

You had gotten to your feet “And whose fault is that?!” you snapped back immediately regretting the words. You let out a breath, you had never seen him look so small “Court”

He didn’t move, just stood there in front of you, looking unbelievably hurt; not that you could blame him.

“I thought he had killed you,” his voice had dropped back down to a near whisper “I thought you were dead”

“I’m sorry,” you whispered “I-I didn’t..” You closed your eyes as your nose throbbed painfully, you had a headache from yelling.

“I told you what this was,” he said, ignoring your apology “I told you, this was dangerous, I told you”

“And I told you, I don’t care”

“And look what happened to you!” His voice boomed around the room; he turned on his heel, his fist burying into the drywall next to the kitchen door, making you jump, the whole room shaking with the impact.

“Court” you breathed taking half a step before he shook his head with his back still to you.

“Don’t call me that”

Your shoulders dropped as he stalked through the kitchen and out the back door, slamming it shut behind him as he went. You sank back on to the couch heels of your hands pressing into your eye sockets trying to relieve your headache before you just covered your face and cried.

It did nothing for your headache or your throbbing nose but you didn’t know what else to do.

He was mad, he was hurt, and he had every right to be; he had risked his life to save yours…again. This time though, you weren’t just some pretty nurse caught in the line of fire. Lloyd had made this real personal.

You wiped your eyes with a sigh and pulled yourself up off the couch making your way through the kitchen grabbing a peace offering off the kitchen table as you went.

You pushed the back door open gently, the squeaky hinge giving you away. Six was sitting on the small step staring at his shoes as you sat next to him, the soft light from the kitchen window illuminating his face.

You pressed your lips together before you turned to look at him, your head tilted slightly before offering him the half finished bag of skittles.

He glanced at the bag before returning his stare to his shoes.

“If we’re gonna go for round two, you’re going to need sustenance” you said softly.

He seemed to consider this before holding out the hand he’d had resting on his arm

You dumped a few in his hand which he ate without saying anything and you sighed.

“You’re not gonna stay mad at me forever are you?” You asked leaning against his shoulder, fingers playing lazily with the hem on the sleeve of his t-shirt.

Still. Nothing.

“Babe, come on,” you sighed, “You’ve got no one else in this house, so you might as well talk to me”

Crickets.

You huffed trying to keep your emotions in check “Fine, you won’t talk, you can listen. You don’t think I understand how dangerous this is? How scary?” you asked, looking at his profile “Well, I do; but I need you to understand, I know that feeling. I feel it every time you leave, the gut wrenching terror that this might be the last time I see you…ever. You fly down those front steps like Superman to go save the world and I just have to sit here, and wait, and hope that you come back to me in one piece, and that someone like Lloyd didn’t catch you off guard and you’re bleeding out somewhere alone.”

He had turned to look at you then.

“I didn’t plan for this to happen anymore than you did” you continued as his blue eyes searched your face.

“No one plans to get kidnapped” he muttered

“I’m not talking about Lloyd” you shook your head “I’m talking about you, about us; but it did and whether you like it or not, I’m not going anywhere, but I told you, I’m not going to spend the rest of my life being afraid of Lloyd Hansen, or I might as well have died in that warehouse”

“Don’t” he shook his head

“I didn’t mean what I said, and I’m sorry I did” you apologized “But you have to understand, that I was as scared as you were, I still am; the fact that Lloyd is still walking around free somewhere terrifies me, but I don’t blame you for that”

He turned to look at you fully but didn’t speak

“I don’t,” you repeated “But I’m not going to spend the rest of my life in a safehouse, Court, I’m going to go home”

“Will you move?” he asked, taking the bag of skittles still in your hand

You shook your head “No, that’s my home; I know you’re used to the nomad life, but I’m not”

“It’s not safe” he sighed

“And it hasn’t been, since that first night when i was a first year nursing student and you crawled through my patio door and passed out in my kitchen”

He scoffed “I didn’t crawl”

“You did,” you nodded “Broken ankle and all, and that was twenty years ago; we just got lucky, and that luck has finally run out, but I’m not letting it scare me, and you never have either, why is this any different?”

You sat watching him, waiting for an answer

“Because it’s you” he whispered brushing your hair back off your face as he cupped your cheek “And…fucklng Lloyd”

“And if Loyd has even half a brain cell, he’s in Siberia by now”

“Will you get rid of the stupid goose on the porch?”

You laughed shaking your head “No; Lloyd did not use my spare key to break into my house.”

He sighed

“Gary stays”

“Gary,” he repeated “You named it?”

“I’m not leaving, I’m not getting rid of anything” you said, changing the subject

“You’re impossible” he huffed rubbing a hand over his face

“I’m not”

He stared at you blankly “Fucking stubborn”

You just shrugged

“WIll you at least let me teach you how to defend yourself then?”

“Yes” you nodded

“And keep a gun with you when I’m not around?”

“You’re going to let me be by myself?” you asked with a raised eyebrow

“No,” he shook his head

You laughed a little, but wholeheartedly believed him “Babe, come on, I have to work and no hospitals is your number one rule, remember?”

“I can make an exception as long as that bastard is breathing air”

“Now that’s not safe and you know it”

“I hate the thought of leaving you by yourself” he sighed

“I won’t be alone, the hospital is full of people, and security”

He snorted at the idea of hospital security “You know what I mean”

“Then you better be a good teacher”

You used his thigh for support, pushing yourself up to your feet “Now, can we go to bed, my nose is giving me a headache”

He nodded pulling himself up, following you into the house, a protective hand on your hip.

“He better not show his face ever again,” he said softly steering you toward the small bedroom “He’ll learn what real torture feels like”

“You’re sexy when you’re protective” you smiled leaning back into his shoulder looking up at him.

He kissed your forehead as you stood with your arms raised as high as you could manage as he lifted your shirt over your head and you kicked your jeans off into the corner of the room before climbing between the sheets.

“I’m going to make the rounds” he bent to give you a kiss before turning towards the door.

“Isn’t the whole point of a safehouse to be, y’know, safe?”

He just winked before leaving the room “I won’t be long”

“Tomorrow” you called after him “I want to sleep in our bed”

You were met with silence, not surprisingly, but you could picture the look on his face, followed by a headshake; you were almost certain.

#fic #ryan gosling #sierra six x reader #sierra six #six x reader #the gray man 2022 #lloyd hansen #chris evans

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sagau-my-beloved · 2 years

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Just a late night drabble

Well, here you were again, faced with the sight of your lover clinging desperately to your arm at the local tavern, babbling incoherently what you could make out to be a mixture of pet names and pleas.

"Please, please please love me." Venti was practically slurring his words now, falling into you as you hastily looked around at all the people trying to catch glances at the scene. You almost felt the need to glare, surely this particular Bard being incredibly drunk wasn't an unusual sight here.

"Venti, I do love you, ok, now can we go home?"

He looked up at you, eyes wide and full of tears, trying hard to hold back obvious sobs. It was certainly a rare sight.

"Hey! Hey hey, it's ok, you're ok, no need to cry!" You were becoming increasingly alarmed with his out of sorts behavior, trying to brush off some of the stray tears as he went on babbling in that same slurred manner.

"You can't, you can't get rid of me, I'm too useful you know..."

The way he said it, as if it was a matter of fact thing, a casual reminder thrown to quell certain unrest.

He then stopped a moment, expression morphing into one of intense thought, as if he was pondering the weight of his own words. It didn't seem as though he reached a satisfying conclusion, as fresh tears clouded his vision almost instantly.

"Venti—"

"I'm not useful enough to you, I'm a god but that's not worth anything if I can't use it to help you."

You took a quick glance around the room at his words, thankful to find that most of the other patrons eyes had wandered back to their own drinks.

"You can't just say that stuff in public." You scolded with a harsh whisper, causing Venti's eyes to widen, as if he only just noticed there was more people in the tavern than just the two of you.

You were starting to piece together where this might have stemmed from, and your tendency to take on a lot of other people's problems without even considering asking him for help might just have been the cause.

Letting out a quick sigh, you quickly grabbed your drunk lovers hand and pulled him to the upper floor of the bar, away from prying ears. Venti practically fell on top of you after stumbling to a secluded table in the corner, he didn't seem particularly discontent with the position and opted to stay there, choosing to rest his head on your shoulder as you tentatively tried to provide touches of comfort.

"Listen," he immediately perked up at the sound of your voice, looking up at you as if he was hanging on to every word, "You are useful, but I would like you even if you weren't."

The words didn't seem to come out exactly how you intended them to, but it was better than saying nothing.

He seemed to contemplate them for a moment.

"Rely on me, please rely on me I need you to." It was more akin to a desperate plea than an actual request, spoken as if he couldn't take another breath without knowing that you would.

Your silence didn't spark confidence, "I promise I can take it, whatever it is, I'd take it a thousand times for you."

You could practically feel his breath against your neck as he mumbled the last line, causing you to shiver.

This had been bugging Venti for awhile, every time you asked another friend of yours to help you out with a commission, every time you came back home stressed or tired or god forbid injured, every time you refused to go into detail about exactly how your day was spent, skirted around his persistent questions on how you were doing mentally.

Did you simply not trust him? Did it have to do with the fact he didn't appear strong enough to take on whatever burdens you bore? He would prove his strength to you, his dedication, if only you asked him to.

"I'm worthless if I can't be useful to the one person I care about."

You stiffened slightly at the implications behind that, your grip loosening to push him back so that you could see eye to eye.

"Don't speak like that, you have worth outside of me and I certainly can't be the only person you care about."

That's what you wanted to tell yourself at least, but his expression of hazy confusion mixed with the smile of someone telling a well kept secret caused only doubt to bloom.

"I love you more than all of Teyvat, no all the stars and life in the entire universe. I love you more than every single living thing combined." He continued rambling on for a few minutes, listing off things bigger and smaller than the next, slurring almost every word.

"I would do anything for you," Venti sighed out when he realized you were no longer paying attention, "Please, let me do anything for you."

You knew that this had the possibility of leading in to a rather serious conversation, one that wouldn't exactly prove to be beneficial if he didn't remember it the next morning. So you simply responded with a hum of acknowledgement, mentally filing it away for a later date.

Of course Venti interpreted that hum as dismissive, taking it as yet another sign of your refusal to share any part of your internal world with him.

He chose to let out a whine, collapsing back on top of you, mentally begging you to say anything at all.

The odds didn't seem to be particularly in his favor as silence continued to linger.

"I'll do anything you want, anything at all, there's nothing I wouldn't do for you."

You knew that, you knew it and you didn't want to take advantage of it, of him. Wouldn't it be kind of excessive to bring a god along on a simple hilichurl camp clean out commission? It almost felt insulting, like a waste of his talents or status.

You mulled over that line of thought for a little bit, unable to keep it fully off your face.

Venti picked up on it.

"Tell me what you're thinking, please."

You hesitated moment with your words, trying to find the easiest non-offensive way to say you didn't want to use him because you felt you weren't his equal.

"Those commissions would bore you, it would just prove to be a waste of time."

Venti, even in his incredibly non-sober state, managed to read between lines.

"Do you feel guilty asking me for help?"

The softness of his tone combined with the bluntness of the statement itself caused you to tense up slightly, that was answer enough.

"My beloved," it was whispered this time, softly as he wrapped his arms around your neck, resting his head just above your collarbone, "I want to dedicate all of myself fully to you, you don't have to reserve calling on my help for world saving situations only, the rest of the world doesn't even matter when compared to you anyways."

You felt your body heat up at the words, and you could absolutely feel the lopsided grin that formed on his face in response.

A minute passed, and then another, followed by a few more, all without a single word spoken between the two of you. How could you even begin to respond to that?

It was around the seventh or eighth minute mark in which a sound was actually made, and it was none other than Venti snoring.

Ah.

He fell asleep...

Well, it looked as if this would be yet another night in which you carried him home from the Tavern, another night where the words spoken between the two of you wouldn't be remembered in the morning, or at least that's what you assumed.

This particular time, however, you would find yourself to be mistaken, as a particular Archon made sure every single word you spoke was committed to memory.

And when the morning came, maybe it was finally high time said Archon found out exactly who made it so that you felt you couldn't rely on him, the person who made the mistake of making you feel inferior.

Venti had a few choice words set aside for just this occasion, and it really would be a shame to waste them.

#genshin impact #genshin venti #venti x reader #genshin x reader #yandere genshin au #yandere genshin x reader #wow it's an actual work #kinda at least #too tired to format or go over it with a fine tooth comb for mistakes #might do it in the morning #goodnight all

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babaukulele · 1 year

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Birthday Surprise's

Birthday Boy Hawks x Hero S/O Reader

Words: 1400 ish

Fluff to the the ends of the universe, and the babiest amount of angst. Established relationships, its his fkn birthday guys!!!!!

Warnings: mentions of food and eating, swearing.

“It would just be for the weekend, you know he doesn't take days off” you stated. The commission's dogs sat in front of you still seemingly unconvinced. You came alone of course. He didn't like when they talked to you but it was at your request this time. “You’ve done well keeping him on such a tight leash…” Your relationship was still hidden from the public “ and his numbers this quarter continue to break records.” They knew of course, there is nothing you could truly hide from them. They sat in silence as you spoke. “Even the best soldiers need rewards. Would hate to see another one burn out.” That last part hurt their ego, their slight shift giving it away. That was the only way to ever read them, the slightest movements. “If there is an absolute emergency, you can call us back, we won’t go far.” You had been preparing this conversation for weeks. They could tell. They considered your offer in silence. It would have been unnerving but you know how they operated. The one on the left spoke, they must have somehow communicated to each other their decision. “You must be back by 1900 hours Sunday night. Consider this a favor.” You held in your relief and gave a curt nod. “I’ll pay it back, I swear, just after this weekend is over. Thank you for your time.” You head for the door. A voice from behind makes you pause as you turn the handle to leave “Oh and h/n, do not make this a habit.”

You exit.

Shit, the scary part was over. Okay he had left for patrol at 4 am. He would be back in the office by noon. You had been working with his sidekicks and secretaries to make sure he didn't come back too early. You run back to the office to finish up your preparations.

Hawks POV: His morning patrol had been better than usual. He had woken up to many happy birthday messages, and civilians had been particularly kind to him today. He still felt a bit grumpy, he had opposing shifts with his significant other and hadn't seen them for days. He worked doubles all weekend, he just hoped to see you for at least a little over his birthday weekend. A train crash made him late to check back in at the office. He felt his wings drag against the railing as he landed on his office balcony at 12:35. He stared down at his phone as he opened the door.

“Surprise!” a symphony of voice bounced across his office walls and nearly knocked the hero to his feet. Just about the entire staff including heroes from other agencies cheered in front of him. You of course stood in the center holding the broken party poppers as confetti streamed around him. His face lit up with an actual genuine smile. Not the one he used for the press, not the one he put on for the crowds of civilians, an actual smile. You felt the corners of your eyes prick as the hoard of his friends and coworkers just about tackled him with excitement. Surprising the number 2 hero was nearly impossible, and he looked at you through the hugs and congratulations knowing you may be one of the only people who could pull it off. You hugged him with the casualty that coworkers would use. You softly spoke, knowing his sharp hearing would hear over the ruckus that was Japan's hero society “Happy birthday feathers, I have some things for you, maybe another surprise or two as well.” His eyes went wide and he pulled you in for a scandalous second hug. “Thank you,” he said, “for everything”.

A cake was brought in, you all sang him a happy birthday and he blew out the small candles. It was perhaps the happiest crowd Kei had ever been a part of. A few small gifts were left behind his desk as the office filed back to their desks and pro heroes went back to their posts. You stayed behind to “help clean things up”. It took awhile but you were finally alone in his office. “I've missed you '' you kept your voices hushed, peoples still fluttering by the doors. “I’ve missed you too, I was about to go crazy.” he replies. You felt his pain. “Okay first surprise, I brought you lunch, wanna meet me on the roof?” you couldn't help but smile with excitement at all you had planned. His wings ruffle “God yes, meet you in 10”. You head for his door with a grin. You call out more to the office then to him “Have a good rest of your day, Hawks!” “Thanks, you too!” he replies, already heading to his balcony. You wait at your desk typing nonsense and waiting for your next “assignment” before heading out yourself.

Within a few seconds you are already at the top of the skyscraper, it was next to Hawks agency and it offered the most privacy with its sheer height. You nearly dropped the food you brought as a flurry of red wrapped around you. The winged hero comes crashing into you, picking up off your feet as he squeezes you tight. You gently dropped the bags in your hand and koala yourself to your partner giggling and pressing butterfly kisses to his head and shoulder. “Happy birthday my love!” he squeezes you tighter and nestles his head into your neck. “I don’t deserve you, thank you.” You scoff at his comment. “Well then I probably don’t deserve you either, good thing we are so selfish.” He leans back and looks at you amused “stupid”. He kisses you underneath his wings as feathers rain down around you.

You share your meal together and watch the busy city below. Sidekicks and heroes rush in and out of the building but nothing seems too urgent. You sit as close as physically possible and Hawks lets out a sigh as you stroke a hand through his hair. “I probably need to go clock back in…” He leans his head on you in defeat. You hum “I guess you could, too bad I canceled all of your meetings and patrols until Sunday night.” he goes still, almost paralyzed. Did he hear you right? “Plus I had this beautiful beach house rented over in Hirasawa. I can just cancel the rese–” Your tackled to the ground as hawks tower over you on all fours, his feathers cradling your head. “Wait, are you serious?” His pupils are wide, he looks like you just told a kid you're going to disney. You put your hand up and make a serious face “As the plague.” You squeal as he rolls you back up and nearly knocks the air from your lungs in a bear hug. “Wait, are you serious y/n? How in the world did you pull that off?” He hops in excitement and stands with you still in his arms, twirling you around like a toy. “I told you I'm serious! I already have a bag packed for you, your assistants know you'll be away, we can leave whenever you want” His joyous energy pauses as he looks at you concerned gently putting you your feet back on the ground “how did you convince them to give me the weekend, what did they make you do?” You gently grab his face and push a lock of hair behind his ear. “It’s okay, I convinced them you need the time. That we needed the time. We will be okay.” He knew there had to be something else. “We are technically on call, emergencies only of course.” He held you tighter still looking unconvinced “Nothing we can't handle Birdie, let me celebrate you, please.” Finally his face cracked and he let out a sigh. “I'm sorry I just hate the thought that they may be using you. I should only be thanking you.” Your heart hurts for him “It is okay, my love. You have been working so hard and deserve to celebrate.”

He holds back tears, he's never felt so seen and appreciated in his entire life. He would want to stay in this moment forever if it weren't for the vacation he had just been promised. “Let's leave now then birdie.” You laugh “Now? You sure there isn't anyone you need to say bye to or–” He smiles big and picks you up “Nope, now! Can't waste anymore vacation time can we?” You're both launched off the ground and into the sky for your much needed beach vacation.

#hawks #hawks x reader #bnha hawks #keigo takami #keigo x y/n #keigo x reader #hawks x yn #birhday fic #fluff #hawks fluff

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thoma-daily · 2 years

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im gently picking up ayaitto in my hands. holding them. i rlly need to do more research on them orz

this has been sitting in my drafts for awhile so i suppose ill post em now!

ayaitto prerelationship headcanon time!

ayato knows of itto before they meet, of course--he thought he was strange, but harmless.

he's completely caught off-guard though when itto calls him over to watch an onikabuto match between him and a kid; no reservations whatsoever.

for only a minute, ayato thinks that itto may be trying to get his foot in the door to grander things... and is immediately proven wrong when he doesn't bring up his title at all, and simply doesn't know that ayato is the yashiro commissioner

ayato again... just completely thrown off, but in the most delightful way possible in his eyes.

being able to relax like he's a kid again, after having to manage the commission from such a young age, is a breath of fresh air

and its even more interesting to him that although he has a tendency to not appear for months at a time, itto still thinks of them as close friends

so he keeps in touch with itto when possible, albeit usually by having thoma hand things off to him; smaller things that he doesn't care much for but knows itto would appreciate, like special drinks and snacks or a new set of cards. small tokens of appreciation

ayato also has a tendency to suggest odd jobs from the yashiro commission when itto needs money, just so that he can see him a bit more. (itto does not still realize that he's the yashiro commissioner.)

ayato is affectionate from afar; he already knows that itto wouldn't give up the gang or anything for him, so he doesn't bother asking. he simply gives small things to itto and resolves some of the problems the arataki gang gets into some of the time. (not all of them of course! it builds character to have to figure things out... and also it's amusing.)

on itto's end... god this man is so fucking clueless. love him

itto thinks of ayato as just a total bro, always sending little gifts and helping out, albeit indirectly. and he's so well spoken! itto takes some notes from him, and offers him a place in the gang, which ayato declines

shinobu knows who ayato is. the whole gang knows who ayato is. shinobu has tried to tell him and itto just scratched his head and went "well maybe it's a different ayato?"

shinobu does keep an eye on ayato though, she does NOT trust him at all.

itto tries to reciprocate all the little things that ayato sends him--usually little diy art things, that admittedly are really bad. ayato has a collection of them and they're very precious to him

#ayaitto #ayato #itto #god i love them. dumbass himbo and his smart boyfriend who enables him #|| search tags:#genshin impact

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halliewriteshockey · 11 months

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I need help. I haven’t asked in awhile for a lot of reasons, and things are finally on the upswing with the new job, but I’m paying rent on two places now, as well as moving costs, I won’t see commissions on my sales until the season starts and I have $13 in the bank. I owe a friend $500 I can’t give him. I emptied my account to pay the rent and utilities, and I’m just. I’m bled dry

I’ve been saying things will get better for awhile now, and I finally believe that they truly will, but the question has now become, can I hold on until they do

Simon’s book is 2/3 done, and given a fair wind and a following sea, I could have it completed in a month. But instead I’m drowning. Every atom of energy is focused on keeping us alive, and that tends to burn out creativity really fucking fast

I have a couple copies of Power Play and Blindside Hit, and a credit with Stamps.com. If anyone would be able to help, I would be honored to mail you an autographed copy of either book

The only reason I’ve survived this long has been through the kindness of those around me. I do not take it lightly, and I am shamed to my core at having to ask for your generosity again. But we’re so close to being on dry land again. If you can help, I would be grateful beyond words

Paypal

Venmo

Ko-fi

#also I can get you guys autographs from WHL players #Matt Savoie? Conor Geekie? they play for my team #I can 100% get them to sign anything you want and get a picture or even little video for you #or anyone on the west coast who comes here to play us even - Olen Zellweger etc #I don't have my fragrance shop back up yet but I can make perfumes/lotions for people once I do #I'm so tired of trying to be strong #I owe so many people so much that I can never repay #I would really appreciate a reblog if you can't spare anything (and please don't put yourself in a bind for me don't you dare)#thank you all for standing by me #truly you have kept me from the brink and I'm grateful beyond words

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dana-chan-the-control-brain · 4 months

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I have a little bit of a tsams hot take that probably won't go into the main tags.

Monty's character has really gone downhill since he got his own show and left Tsams.

And I know Davis voices the character, but since Monty has left Tsams, and been split between writers between LAES, TSAMS and MGAFS...

He is so mixed.

LAES: Sweet, if a little brash. Cute, the supportive boyfriend. A bit of an asshole to Lunar, but they get along alright.

TSAMS: Don't acknowledge his existence unless they need something or he's paired with Earth. He's just... there. For all intents and purposes. Does not have the same relationship he had with Moon or the other Celestial Siblings before. And the void of where he left is filled by Solar. And I love Solar, but they seem to forget (in Moon's case) or refuse to acknowledge all the help he did for them up till the point Lunar exploded.

MAFS: Honestly. The worst version of himself. This Monty... Abuses his friends for no good reason, lies to his girlfriend for no good reason, hurts children for no good reason.

And yes, this can all be faucets that make up a character if that's what they're trying to do by showing different sides of him... but like... It's so absolutely disjointed, I do not know how his character will be in every given episode.

Example...

Monty recently was given a Female Body (this Monty is gender Fluid) that was commissioned by his Deceased Father (go with it) that Foxy found out, and gave to him as a gift. Foxy is the one who got it all set up when the package arrived for him.

(honestly the way they did those episodes is masterfully well done. Super respectful and relatable)

They loved it and were overwhelmed with emotion, spent a few days in his new body...

First by spending the day with their son Vegeta animatronic (go with it) although reluctantly,

and then another emotional episode in LAES where he comes out to Earth, and Earth accepts them in their new body...

So... What does Monty do to Foxy for helping him set up this body? You think he would thank Foxy for bringing this to his attention.

He turns him into a Fox plushie, and punts him around the pizzaplex, physically abusing him for laughs.

He legit physically abused him and I know why he did this. Monty was turned into a real life gator awhile back, but that was not Foxy's fault and it was an accident made by Puppet.

Monty only tortured Foxy so they could be "brothers but closer" I get Monty got lonely after Lunar blew up, but he does not fuckin need to abuse people to be his friends. He always feels like he does.

......You see the dichotomy here.

It's hard to get a grasp on Monty's character between episodes and shows.

In LAES, he's a misguided sweetheart. In Tsams, he exists when he needs to. In MAFS... He's a lying sack of shit who abuses and lies to his friends and girlfriend in order to not feel so insecure.

I do like Monty as a character across all three shows, but because his motivation and who he is tends to change so much between episodes.

To the point I remember that Monty lied to his girlfriend about being sick so he could spend time with her in MAFS.... and then either the same day or a few days after, in his next appearance in LAES... Earth and Monty have their first kiss and it's super romantic and sweet....

(by the way, neither here nor there... The "fake sick" episode LEGIT triggered me because I got horrid flashbacks to my Exes and I could barely stomach the episode and I will never watch it again)

It's like they want to have their cake and eat it to, with Monty being a kinda "Always Sunny in Philadelphia" character in one show.... and then... Just the perfect Hallmark Boyfriend in another show.

Just my opinion. I like Monty and everything. I just kinda wish his motivations and behavior was consistent so I would get a good grasp on what he's doing... Other then just "he's an abusive asshole for the lols don't take it seriously" and then turn around and have characters like Earth or Foxy in other shows or even the very next episode excuse that horrid behavior.

I don't remember this being a problem when he was Old Moon's "Go-to" guy in Tsams. It was usually just a money problem and Monty trying to impress Moon.

Just my opinion tho.

#tsams #again no disrespect to the actors or writers or anyone involved #they work so hard to make an episode a day and I admire the grind

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hmshermitcraft · 9 months

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Scott(transmasc) owns a flower/cafe shop it was stressful because he has a child(fanmade and 4)named Graceline. Now he has to take care of her alone since Jimmy cheated with Tango. Luckily he's coworkers are there to help him bdubs, grian, Cleo, xisuma, xb, and Martyn. Now bdubs is kinda in the same situation he's lovers etho/skizz/impulse kicked him out of their poly and hero team. He's child is 1 and he's name's joy because he helped him a lot. Grian and xisuma was overworked by the hero commission so they'd runaway as to not die. Cleo and Martyn has been his best friends since they were kids and now despises Jimmy especially since he's a hero. Ren is Martyn lover and gem/pearl are Cleo lovers who are changing the hero commission after what they did to xisuma and grian. Xb is quite normal in a way main reason is his lover keralis is number 1 hero who's actually competent at his job. They help everyone no matter what only Scott doesn't know is that it's a ceasefire area. So when Jimmy and etho/skizz/impulse comes groveling for what they did now at first they couldn't forgive them so quickly. It takes quite awhile to forgive them so they became poly with Scott/Tango/Jimmy and bdubs/skizz/etho/impulse. Now mind you they got a lot of shovel talks by everyone and also after convincing keralis the hero commission changed to be more humane.

Scott's always considered his shop a safe place. He has Madeline to protect, firstly. But he's had enough petty drama to last a lifetime. His rules are simple: no fighting, if you don't respect people then you're out. It's nice to be able to support his friends, and to be supported by them in return. Even if Grian and Martyn keep replacing the sugar in their break room with salt...

He just didn't realise it was 'officially' a safe place. Something actually designated in whatever guidelines the heroes and villains follow. He doesn't know who made it official, but he likes to boast his coffee is just that good.

Cleo was also very frank in telling Scott to turn Jimmy's attempt to come back into his life down. Immediately. She'd punch him, if needed, but how dare he show his face around here again after what he did. He's lucky Madeline isn't old enough to feel the true betrayal of what Jimmy did to them.

Scott honestly agrees with her. It takes a long time for him to let Jimmy into the coffee shop at all, and even longer to be out front whilst Jimmy is there. All his friends (and employees too, he guesses) banded together without asking to keep Jimmy away from him. They do the same for Bdubs, when his exes realise where he works.

Bdubs ends up forgiving them first. The three worked hard to regain his trust. The pressure of the hero organisation was messing with them, badly. They knew Bdubs had Joy to look after, but for some reason all they could think about was how it would pull them down. They didn't have time to look after a child, plus being heroes and the danger... But they never should have valued that over Bdubs. They've been to therapy and they're working to improve themselves.

Scott is less easy to convince, because his wasn't a simple break up. He follows Cleo when she says 'once a cheater, always a cheater.' How is he supposed to trust that it won't happen again? Especially with the person Jimmy cheated on him with.

Maybe Scott is an idiot, but he lets them in. And... They're good to him. They help out at the café, they don't keep Scott in the dark about their jobs (Jimmy always used to do that. Be out at all hours and Scott would only ever find out why on the news.) Madeline adores them both.

He thinks Keralis has made it very clear what will happen if they mess up this second chance. But Scott makes sure to repeat it too.

#hermitshipping #trafficshipping #ask #scott tag #jimmy tag #tango tag #bdoubleo tag #skizzleman tag #impulse tag #etho tag #martyn tag #grian tag #zombiecleo tag #keralis tag #flower ranchers #poly ties #awkwardweebfreak #mod 🎀#cheating tw

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litcityblues · 9 months

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'Last Argument of Kings' --A Review

I didn't understand why this trilogy got tagged with the 'grimdark' label until I got to the end of the final book in the trilogy, Last Argument of Kings. I took them more to be a hyper-violent, highly realistic, pulpy, blood-spattered fantasy until we got to the end of this book, and hot damn is it kind of bleak.

I also- freely admit- that I looked ahead at the summaries for the next trilogy in the series (The Age of Madness) and thus spoiled some of it for myself-- but figuring out how it all came together, in the end, was interesting to watch (or to listen to, rather.)

At the end of the last book, our heroes had reached their destination only to find that The Seed they were looking for is no longer there, so faced with no other choice they return home and go their separate ways. Logen returns to the north, Ferro sticks with Bayaz to see if his promise of revenge comes through and Jezal goes back to Ardee West.

In short order, things change rapidly: Jezal is on the verge of resigning his commission to marry Ardee when he's given new orders to go out and put down a peasant uprising. He does this- just in time for the old King of the Union to finally die. With both Crown Princes gone, a succession struggle immediately begins and Glokta is thrown into the middle of it by Archlector Sult, who charges him with making sure the candidate they prefer wins. Bayaz, however, has other ideas and reveals Jezal to be a bastard son of the old King, places him on the Throne, and marries him off to Terez, the daughter of Duke Orso of Styria.

Logen returns to the north and reunited with his crew, offers the Union an alliance to finish off Bethod once and for all. The Northmen bait a trap for him and his armies come and while they're fighting off and waiting for the Union, Marshall Burr, West's mentor and friend finally dies and neither Marshall Polder nor Kroy are going to a damn thing until they find out who is in charge, which leaves the Northmen hanging. Agonizingly, it takes awhile for news to reach Adua and then return but Jezal, now King, gets irritated at his advisors and puts West in charge. West gets the army moving and comes to the aid of Logen and company just in time. Bethod is left besieged in the city of Karlium.

The long hinted-at Gurkish invasion of Middleland begins and before the Union army is pulled from the North, West gives Logen a day to sort the problem of Bethod once and for all-- he defeats the Feared in single combat and kills Bethod and is proclaimed King. He gathers the Northmen willing to go and heads back to fight the Gurkish.

Glokta in the meantime, has been put to work figuring out the true motives behind Bayaz's behavior and plans and doesn't seem to be coming up with anything much at all. He is, however, developing a certain amount of companionship/friendship with Ardee West as both are cynics and completely open with their own foibles and failings and willing to if not forgive each other for them, then certainly understand them. Ardee won't leave, even as the Gurkish begin the siege, and gets caught up with Glokta as things come to a culmination.

I'm going to stop there and give a strong SPOILER ADVISORY from this point on because I have to talk about the end and I don't want to spoil the end of these books for anyone who hasn't read them yet. So, consider this your SPOILER WARNING and SCROLL AWAY.

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Okay, the end: this is where I truly brought in to the grimdark of it all. Do the Gurkish win? No, of course not-- but everyone pays a price for it in one way or another in the end. Ardee, pregnant with Jezal's baby, gets married to Glokta and they honestly seem if not the happiest, then certainly the most content at the end. Her brother, West, however, is affected by the wasting sickness unleashed by Ferro and Bayaz's use of the seed against the One Hundred Eaters of the Gurkish- it doesn't seem as widespread as it was when they revealed it was used on the ruined city of Alcus in the far west, but it's still out there.

Jezal's wife, Terez is blackmailed into sleeping with her husband. Jezal, not knowing this, cannot understand her sadness and realizes that he, like the Union is under the thrall of the man behind the curtain himself, Bayaz.

I loved this, because, in fantasy, the powerful wizard tends to be virtuous, if occasionally bad-tempered (see: Gandalf) or powerful with a fondness for drink and not dressing the part (see: Belgarath) but I haven't actually come across a wizard in fantasy that so thoroughly embraces the role of all-powerful manipulative prick as Bayaz does. He's behind everything as it turns out. He is the Bank of Valent and Bolk that lent Glokta a million marks he can't repay. He arranged for Jezal's ascension. He makes it clear to both that they govern and do things the way he wants them done otherwise he's going to come back and he won't be happy about it.

Ferro, forever altered and driven slightly insane by the use of The Seed realizes that she has powers that make her more or less immune to the Eaters and very hard to kill. She sets off south to get her vengeance. (She too, might be the happiest of all the characters.)

Logen, who basically tells Bayaz to take a hike, despite Bayaz's warnings of what will happen if he does, returns home to find that a few people have other ideas about who should be King and winds up bringing the trilogy full circle by crashing through a window and dropping down below into a raging river.

Overall: The Bayaz Heel Turn I did not see coming and honestly, it almost undid the entire trilogy for me. Everything else is fine-- Logen has bad luck and wouldn't make that good of a King anyway. Jezal seems to be heading toward being a competent King- but not all marriages have to be happy, so that felt in keeping with the overall tone of the books. Glokta getting all the power only to find that he can't really use any of it is the perfect ending for that character- and honestly, remains amongst my favorite characters of this trilogy if not in the genre as a while- and his marrying Ardee works too. Even Ferro going off to get her revenge is fine.

But the Bayaz Heel Turn... almost cheapens the entire trilogy. Because what does it all mean if Bayaz has been manipulating everything the whole time? Why should we care? We get hints of Mamoon and Kalool and we don't actually see the big fight we should have seen. Don't get me wrong: it's an interesting subversion of what you usually see in fantasy, so I appreciate it for that- but it doesn't stick the landing. Therefore, I will have to say: My Grade: *** out of ****. (Those are stars, not censored curse words.)

#last argument of kings #first law trilogy #book review #joe abercrombie

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mothhuuny · 27 days

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sorry if this may come across a little vent-ish, but i just wanna get my feelings out, so-to speak.

if you guys already dont know, ive been working on a little pet project of mine for awhile called Rubicon Company. its something that me and my friends are putting a lot of love and effort into, and I'm very excited to show it more publicly.

its been in the works for, gosh, almost a year now? I'm nearly ready to start posting about it more actively, since I'm about halfway done with the prolouge's draft.

... however, thats the problem. i feel like I've been putting so much work onto it on my own. i don't expect any of my friends to do the work for me, no, I expected to be doing most of it on my own, but because of that, I feel like progress has kinda... slowed to a halt? the process of the project getting done solely revolves around me, which kinda sucks.

i really wish i had some source of income, just so that I could commission an artist or someone else to do some of the work for me. i cant do that, though, because i don't even have access to my own money, and i can't get a job.

i love it so much, but i can't spend all my time working on it. not only do I have schoolwork, but I have other projects I want to work on too, but I don't want to just... let it die.

im not gonna, like, ask for money or anything because the last time somebody from the internet wanted to give me money, it turned into a whole argument with my dad, so I don't want to open that can of worms right now, plus i'd feel bad asking people for money without giving something back.

maybe i should just try and go talk to my parents about it again and try to open up writing/drawing commissions? but also, the every other time I've tried, it just gets pushed to the side, and my parents are already stressed with other money and medical issues.

it's just.

this is probably my longest post yet, but I just wanna vent out some of my feelings. thanks for reading, if you did.

#malks (moth talks)#rubicon company

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thessalian · 4 months

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Thess vs Ways to Cope

It's been a hard week. But the actual release date of the Horizon: Forbidden West PC port hit today: 21st March. So SOOOOOOOON! I mean, that's a bit of a wait, but then again, I actually should try to finish Baldur's Gate 3 properly meantime.

...So of fucking course a new bunch of projects caught my eye. So, here's the list for February:

Cooking and Baking. No, this is not new, exactly, but I do intend to throw a few new items into the cookery and bakery rotation. At least one new thing each from Baking Yesteryear, Exquisite Exandria, Flavours of the Multiverse, and my Quick & Easy Gluten-Free cookbook.

Perfumery. I fully intend to unveil the Baldur's Gate 3 line of scents in February, and I will do my first attempts at solid perfume at the same time. And then I might - might - open a couple of commission slots. Might be fun to work on other people's Tavs.

Lip Balm. I have these flavour oils and I intend to use them. I was thinking cherry-mango lip balm. Might need to check on my beeswax supplies first, mind. Doing the BG3 companions in solid perfume is going to use up a fair bit ... though at least the base is the same for both lip balm and solid perfume. So less work overall.

Crochet. Yeah, knitting didn't entirely work out, and from what I've seen, crochet is ... somewhat easier to get the basics, at least for me. I want something that I can do with my hands while sitting the hell down. So tomorrow, my Crochet For Beginners Kit arrives, and I've already got a brick-and-mortar source for yarn when I need it. It's on the way to the big Sainsbury's that I normally shop at, seems to have a pretty good selection from what the website says, and best of all? They have a shop cat!

And I plan all of this when my right arm from the shoulder to the fingertips is made of pain. One of my friends says that I have this need to create things, and I guess he's right. I'm pretty sure it goes back to when I was a kid and Mum was always working late and I wasn't exactly Miss Popularity so I just went through all kinds of hobbies to keep myself occupied and sane.

...I swear, between the hyperfocus, the executive dysfunction, and the understimulation issues ... the more I think about it, the more I'm convinced I've got ADHD. But that's okay. Even if I never get it diagnosed (it would be a serious struggle here anyway, the way the health service is tanking), I at least know how to cope with it and where to find new resources if my usual coping mechanisms aren't working.

But yeah, new hobbies and new video games aren't only about handling my understimulation issues anymore, and haven't been for a long time. They also give me something to hyperfocus on, and sometimes hyperfocus is the only way I can actually get away from the worst of the pain for awhile. I use hyperfocus as an analgesic, or at least a temporary solution until the meds kick in. It may be weird, but I'm finally starting to accept the view of, "As long as it works and doesn't hurt anybody, just carry on".

#Thess probably has ADHD #Thess has hobbies

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horsewizardart · 2 years

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Dare To Be Stupid

I hit 1500 followers on Twitter today and decided to do a little writeup on how drawing ponies has made me feel. The long and short of it is that making inherently silly just-for-fun art like the stuff I’ve been posting has been really freeing for me in a time in my life when I don’t know what my relationship to art is anymore. Thanks to everyone for sharing and enjoying my stuff; seeing it spread around has been really unexpected for me, and I appreciate how nice you’ve all been.

Longer post after the break; I can be very self-reflective a lot of the time so this has been on my mind for awhile.

So here’s the main point: Drawing ponies has restored a lot of the joy that I get from working on projects, after a couple years of having a pretty rough relationship to art. For the majority of my life I have thought that I wanted to have a creative career. However, pursuing that idea has, historically, made me less willing and able to actually be creative. When I focused on this idea, I became self-conscious, scared of what I was or wasn’t making, unwilling to follow threads that I thought would be interesting because of fear of making a bad impression on a future boss I didn’t even really want to have. At some point in 2020, after I graduated college and started working a grueling production art job, I stopped posting new work online and only drew when I felt like I absolutely had to. I was thinking of myself less of a person and more as a potential employee at Future Better Job. I’m still untangling that web in my personal art; I draw nearly every day now, but it still takes a very long time for me to come up with an idea I want to pursue from start to finish outside of fanart.

Contrast that to pony stuff - earlier this year when I decided I was gonna start posting my pony drawings, it wasn’t in pursuit of anything beyond sharing what I had been making. I've always been hated doing commissions, so there wasn't a financial incentive, and the fact that I'm using a big company's intellectual property means there'd be some Challenges in trying to make anything more out of it than this. The fact that people are interested in my stuff has been an incredible surprise, and has also compelled me to poke my head out a bit and try to make some friends (note that outside of ponies I’ve never been a fandom person, and there’s about a five or six year gap between when I was first interested in ponies and when I got back into it a couple years ago, so I’m still a little new to that part).

It’s also helped me see an alternate path forward, where I can maybe truly separate work from passion. In hindsight this should have been a little more of an obvious thing; I am a certified Jobs Hater who, even at a job I was generally pretty fond of, has spent every minute on the clock wishing the clock would catch fire. Probably makes sense that crossing those two streams would be a tough thing to make work.

This may seem like a lot of fuss over drawings of the famous little ponies holding up video game consoles and drinking Monster but drawing incredibly stupid things (in a good way) has been way more rewarding than I’d have ever expected. It’s helped me find the joy in experimenting and playing around with what I’m making instead of evaluating its potential outcome. It probably didn’t have to be ponies that opened this up for me, but I’m glad that it is. Thanks for being here.

#not art #going sincere-o mode

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enasallavellan · 5 months

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stature, road, and favorite for anyone you'd like!

I've had this done for AWHILE and I kind of forgot to upload it due to the whole, "I was starving to death due to horrible illness so they had to put a feeding tube in and change my entire life", thing.

But enough about that. I decide to do both my girls, Enasal and Setafina, so let's get rolling.

OC BODY TYPE

. Do they wear things to emphasize stuff or hide stuff?

Enasal is your typical elf with one atypical feature. My girl stands at a wopping 4ft 8in (around 142cm) due to a lot of early life issues that severely stunted her growth.

Enasal really doesn't do too awfully much in terms of clothes. She prefers to wear the covers her sister makes, (like a mix between a capelet and a poncho). And since most of the warm-weather ones actually doesn't go far below her ribcage, she does try to wear shirts underneath that show the curve of her waist to emphasize that she is not- in fact, a teenager.

Serafina is of average height for an elf, but she does have relatively nice curves - nothing outside what you might see with an elf, but enough to be noticed. She generally avoids things that would emphasize this, and is quite content with the warden mage uniform.

She starts to enjoy clothing more after the events of the game, when she and Zevran return to Antiva. Eventually, she gains quite the collection of clothing and jewelry and enjoys putting together ensembles - and she's much more likely to emphasize what she once hid.

TRAVEL CLOTHES

What does your OC wear while travelling, do they have high quality equipment or are they making do? What does there gear look like?

Once the Inquisition gets going, Enasal typically has the highest quality gear possible. It generally isn't flashy, mainly earth tones if she has a choice. Many of her jackets have the Inquisition symbol on the back, but that's really the only thing that visually ties her to it. But they do make sure that she has a *lot* of good pockets to enable her magpie *oh what a pretty rock!* brain.

She loves embroidered things. I HC they're clan embroiders scandinavia-esque patterns. Annason (who makes Enasal's clothing for nobility visits) figure this out pretty fast and starts adding it to the clothes Enasal would normally complain about.

Cullen inspects every inch of all her equipment when she returns from missions so that even the smallest damage can be repaired immediately. Ensuring that equipment is in perfect repair is his love language.

Serafina is a little different. She receives some warden mage gear before the battle Ostagar, but because it wasn't made *for* her it's by no means a perfect fit.

Eventually when they stop wearing the warden armor (because why are y'all advertising who you are when you're very wanted people?) she typically wears simple leather armor and chainmail from her Warden uniform.

No-doubt after the battle of Ostagar, they would have gotten her something a little more tailored to her but then all the death happened.

FAV CLOTHES AND ACCESSORIES

Favorite clothes or accessory. What makes it special, do they wear it all the time or keep it safe.

Enasal's favorite clothing is actually what she wears out to missions. It fits well, is comfortable, and makes her feel a little on the badass side. As for accessories, her favorite eventually becomes an earring that is pinned in the earlobe and has a little chain that leads up to a cuff towards the top of her ears.

It starts after an arrow takes out part of the cartridge in her ear, leaving a pretty noticeable notch in it. It really *really* upsets her and she is super self-conscious about it. Dorian notices and commissions the earring so that she has something pretty to cover the injury. It really touches Enasal, and it reminds her that she has a lot of friends who love her. And it was funny to watch Dorian pretend like it totally wasn't a big deal.

It's a big deal.

Serafina's is obvious if anyone has been reading her fic. Serafina was born in Antivan to a Ferelden woman who was working in a crow-run whorehouse. At one point she and Zevran meet and have a juvenile romance that they thought they were hiding very well (they weren't). After his first solo job, Zevran spends the money on a dark red silk scarf. After the debacles of them getting caught occurs, she's smuggled out of Antiva and sent to her mother's remaining brother.

She's never without it. She tends to take it out of her hair and fuss with it when she's nervous. I'm pretty sure if someone ever tried to take it she'd suddenly gain fire magic and set the person on fire.

#dragon age #enasal lavellan #serafina tabris #fanfiction #lacy explains it all #dragon age inquisition #dragon age origins

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