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*slams into your inbox and tosses this link down*

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EXCUSE ME??????? CERU????? GOOD GENTLEPERSON*?????

This!! That!! It!!

I like. <3

Can I has some more? 🥺

You said specific people so… I honestly can’t decide between Ace and Cater because I think both of their reactions would be ADORABLE in this situation 😭 And no, I didn’t just make Cater one of the options because it’s you.

So… writer’s choice! 💜

*I don’t know a gender neutral version of good sir/good lady so this is the best I could come up with helpppppp 💀💀💀

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA gentle person is a vibe nvm I’ll take it lolololol- ANYWAYS OOPS SORRY FOR THE LATE REPLY LOLOLOL I PROMISE I WAS WORKING ON IT- also im sure cater is just there for no reason at all… yeah… I believe that… yeah….

Summoned for… Cuddles?

Mystic AU

Kitsune Ace x reader, Kitsune Cater x reader

Ace never likes to appear directly in front of you. It’s an annoying trait of his, really. As a prankster, he loves having you on your toes, glancing around the room all in a fluster. Before he pops into your blind spot, poking you playfully in the cheek. It’s like a little game he loves to play. Hide and seek, but he’s assured he’ll always win. Part of you feels like he craves the attention his antics bring him.

Fine, two can play this game.

Whispering his name, you sit yourself down, back against the wall. Gaze flickering from left to right, wary for any tell-tale sign of Ace. Your shoulders were hunched, ready to pounce whenever and wherever. Despite your caution, you allowed yourself one satisfied huff.

Let this sly fox try to catch you off guard now.

Yet you made one fatal mistake. You were so preoccupied with the area you could see, you never considered another angle: above.

You felt something soft graze against your cheek, before a scarlet mop of hair dropped into your vision. Widening your eyes in shock, your gaze met a pair of crimson irises, narrowed in a dastardly smugness. Ace Trapola, your familiar. Hanging from mid air, a boyish grin stretched across his lips. Lowering a hand, he taps the very tip of your nose playfully, snickering all the while.

“Nice try, Master. But as I always say, the stories always have one sly fox…”

Before he could complete your sentence, you rushed forward. Pressing your lips into his, feeling the warmth of Ace’s breath waft onto it. Face flushed bright red, you give him a quick little peck on the lips, before pulling away immediately.

In the midst of all your embarrassment, you mustered up the most confident smile you could, before grinning right back at Ace.

“Who’s the dumb bunny now, huh?”

For a moment, Ace’s face froze. Before a fiery scarlet spread across his face, a raging inferno. He opens his mouth, only for the words to come out in stutters and mutters. It takes a few shaky breaths for Ace to finally regain some illusion of normalcy, yet the pink on his cheeks lingered.

His fingers grazed the bottom of your chin, stroking the curve of it ever so softly. Tenderly, the touch of a lover’s gentle hands. Ace lowers himself to your position, before he flashes you another fanged smirk:

“Now, I’m not too sure about that, Master.

I think I need another kiss to decide, yeah?”

Cater doesn’t usually need to be summoned. He seems rather content tagging around behind you, grinning away like a cunning fox. Compared to the others from the Heartsabyul clan, he seems the most in touch with modern day society.

At least, he uses your phone with more skill than you ever will. Stretching the phone, his tails wrapping around your waist, dragging you into frame whenever he can. Cater looks at you expectedly after every shot, waiting for your thoughts on them. If you say they’re nice, he’s beaming away for the rest of the day, his smile as radiant as any diamond in this world.

Cater’s fond of taking photos, and he shows you each and every one. You’re not too sure why, but there was something endearing about the passion he puts into every shot. Sometimes, he’ll travel insanely far just for one photo. You admire that determination, of course.

Just that…. Sometimes you feel lonely.

Pressing your hand into the floor, you whisper his name. Only to have something warm curl under your chin, gently coaxing it upwards ever so slightly. You came face to face with your familiar’s ever so familiar smiling face, shining right at you.

It wasn’t blindingly bright, like the sun’s harsh golden rays. No, it was the quiet radiance of the moon, gently illuminating the night. A soft, calming sort of aura that immediately comforting your pinning soul.

Cater drops into a squat, tilting his head ever so slightly to the left inquiringly. His eyes follow, flopping over to the left as well. A rather comical sight… yet it still was adorable, though.

“What have ya’ called me for, Master? Did you miss me? Just kidding-“

Cupping his cheek with your hand, you hold him tenderly, a small smile slipping across your lips.

“Yes. I did miss you, Cater.”

He blinks, surprised. Before he lets out a soft chuckle, his gaze softening. His hand gently presses into the back of your palm, holding it in place. Nuzzling into your hand, Cater heaves a sigh of relief. Melting into the warmth of your very touch.

“I missed you too, master dear .

Very, very much.”

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #ace trappola #twst ace #ace x reader #ace trappola x reader #cater diamond x reader #cater #cater diamond #cater x reader #mystic au #lucky charm 🔷

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where-theres-smoak-2 · 1 month

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The War Council Analysis/Thoughts

So I need to talk more in depth about the war council scene in Dune Part 2 because that scene is just incredible and has many interesting details and layers to it. I said in a different post that what makes it so interesting is the scene has a different feel depending on which character's pov you look at it from. Each of the characters gathered there have different desires and motivations and each want Paul to be a specific thing/person/being and this scene is very much shown less through Paul and his motivations and more through the emotions of the other characters gathered there. The main characters it focuses on are Stilgar, Jessica, Gurney and Chani. So in this post I do want to talk about each of those characters and their emotions and wants throughout this scene. But first I want to talk about Paul himself and how he plays this moment because I think there are some really interesting details there.

Before Paul arrives at the council there is a relatively calm atmosphere, everyone is crouched down and are praying, its very much has the vibe of a church or other religious gathering. However the moment Paul shows up in the room the energy shifts. People start looking around at him and some start rising up to their feet to get a better look at him, there is a mumbling that spreads through the crowd. They know who he is and there is this sense of awe and excitement that he is finally here, that they can finally see him. When he reaches the circle one of tribe leaders catches his attention and addresses him as Mahdi showing that they do recognise him as the messiah. However despite this what is interesting is at this point they are still standing by their cultural beliefs and explain that if he wants to talk he has to take Stilgar's spot by killing him. Even though this is the messiah their culture is still currently taking precedence.

Paul however ignores this and refuses to follow their custom, instead shouting that he is pointing the way and marching to the middle of the circle. The energy in the room shifts again to one of anger, even Stilgar is shocked at Paul's statement. You can feel this anger flood through the crowd as they raise to their feet pulling out their crysknife's as Paul gives out this challenge, stating no one in the room could stand against him, in this moment Paul comes across as powerful and arrogant even, he's confident in his challenge. I always found this moment interesting because despite the fact that the people gathered there are the religious fanatics who have been waiting centuries for the messiah to come, the ones who believe that Paul is that messiah, they still react in anger to Paul disrespecting their ways. I see it as the fremen's last stand against an outsider's control and suppression, their last moment of defence for their ways and beliefs, its the final moment where they are still true to themselves. But its a battle they are about to lose.

One really interesting moment is after making this challenge he sets his eyes on one fremen in particular and then he lowers himself into a crouch. I found this to be an interesting move because you would think when he is surrounded by a very angry crowd of people who all have their weapons drawn you would want to make yourself seem as big and as powerful as possible, to stand tall and imposing. But Paul lowers himself, and the movement is eery and seems threatening despite it arguably being a more vulnerable position. I kept wondering to myself why this move unsettled me, why it seemed so threatening. Then I realised its because it reminded me of a predator, like a lion or tiger, lowering themselves into the grass getting ready to pounce on its victim. As he speaks to this one fremen he keeps his voice low, he moves towards him with slow, deliberate movements, again like a predator stalking towards it's prey. He tells the man the very thoughts he knows he is thinking and its no wonder its so unsettling to this stranger. Then Paul goes for the kill with one final word, Dune. The target falls to his knees, exclaiming Lisan al Gaib. Then Paul's energy explodes again, once again he is speaking in a loud, bold and powerful voice, as he turns to his next target, he rushes forward, formidable and commanding and that man falls under his power too, until the whole room is on their knees and under Paul's control. This moment is both terrifying and thrilling at the same time, you can't help but get swept up in it yourself and you can't tear your eyes away, I just love the shifts in Paul's demeanour, in the way he uses his voice, his very movements to win the fremen over, its truly terrifying.

When he puts the Ducal ring back on and announces that he is the voice from the outer world, that he will lead them to paradise, he fills his voice with passion, once again he is speaking in a powerful and loud voice, one that is filled with promise, one that stirs up the fremen's own passion and excitement. Again you can feel this energy just spread through the crowd and building into this crescendo where everyone is rushing to their feet and exalting Paul, they are now completely faithful to him, will do anything for him, even abandon their own way of life and the cultural practises that five minutes earlier they were prepared to fight for.

Stilgar

So lets talk about Stilgar next. Throughout the film it is made very clear that Stilgar is not only a true believer in the prophecy but that he believes that Paul is the Lisan al gaib. His religious beliefs are clearly very important to him. We often see him praying and talking about the prophecy and in the first half of the film it is played off for laughs, it all seems a bit silly and we often have other characters doubting him when he says Paul is the one and even mocking him for seeing these 'signs'. However when we get to this part of the film, his blind faith and obsession with the prophecy and Paul, becomes less funny and more horrifying to watch. At the start of the scene Stilgar is sat in his place within the circle as a leader of his tribe. Upon Paul's arrival Stilgar is more than willing to sacrifice his life so that Paul can take his spot. This is such a chilling moment because it shows just how lost to this prophecy Stilgar truly is, he is willingly to die so that he can give Paul a voice, because he believes that what Paul has to say is more important than his life. He even pulls his own crysknife out ready.

However as I said above Paul has no intention of taking Stilgar's life, stating that he won't deprive himself of the best of them right before a battle. Stilgar is very shocked when Paul defies their ways to speak anyway. Honestly it makes sense why he would be shocked if you think about his dynamic with Paul before this moment. Stilgar has played the role of Paul's teacher and guide, he tells him how to navigate the desert, he teaches him to ride a sandworm. He explains the ways of the Fremen and Paul has always listened and done as Stilgar has told him. So in this moment Stilgar is explaining to Paul, as he always has, the ways of the fremen, he must be a leader to speak, he must take Stilgar's spot, in this moment he thinks Paul will react the same way he has in the past, by paying attention to and following Stilgar's guidance. But Paul doesn't, he reverses their roles in this moment, now Paul is the one pointing the way and Stilgar must be the one to follow.

I mentioned above that each character had their own desires and motivations and each had an image of who they wanted Paul to be. For Stilgar he is very much motivated by the prophecy and he wants Paul to be the Lisan al Gaib, he's waited his whole life for the messiah to come. Throughout Paul's speech you can see Stilgar become more and more enraptured with Paul, he looks at him with a look of awe and reverence with each word he speaks. Until you have that moment when he asks Paul what he foresees for them and Paul answers a green paradise you can see the look of exhilaration cross his face as he sinks to his knees. Can you imagine being Stilgar in this moment, after dedicating your life to this religion, to this prophecy, after being mocked and ridiculed for this belief, you're messiah is finally here. From the moment they met in Dune part 1, Stilgar says he recognises Paul as the Lisan al Gaib, despite protests from even Paul himself, Stilgar persevered in his belief that Paul was the one and in this moment he is getting confirmation. For Stilgar this isn't just a moment of triumph, its a moment of validation and you can see how much that means to him.

Gurney

When it comes to Gurney it is made very clear right at the start of the scene what his desires and motivations are. When Chani tells him that this is none of his business he tells her that Rabban killed his family and left him scarred, so this was all his business. It's clear that what Gurney wants is revenge. Gurney is someone who was incredibly loyal and dedicated to the House Atreides, when he believed they were all massacred by the Harkonnens the only thing he had left was revenge, he even tells us when he's first reunited with Paul that he stayed on Arrakis with the sole purpose of getting that revenge.

When it comes to the prophecy, to Lisan al Gaib and this green paradise that the fremen believe Paul will lead them too, Gurney has no stakes in it, he doesn't care about it, it literally means nothing to him. What does mean something to him is House Atreides. When he believed they were all gone I think Gurney felt very lost, like he had no purpose anymore, his purpose was to serve and protect his duke and family and I think part of him felt like he failed in that. He has been filled with anger and revenge ever since. But learning that Paul was alive and reuniting with him gave Gurney something else, it gave him hope. Hope that House Atreides will be restored. Only he quickly realises that Paul has no interest in reviving the House Atreides, that he has built a life for himself with the fremen which is very frustrating for Gurney who I think was expecting Paul to want revenge and the restoration of the Atreides, like he does.

So the person Gurney wants Paul to be is the duke, you see this look of pure emotion in Gurney's eyes when Paul pulls out the Ducal ring. His lip trembles and he lets out this breathy laugh of relief, he looks like he is trying to hold back tears he is so overcome. I think for Gurney seeing Paul embrace his role as an Atreides, as the Duke of Arrakis, feels like he's getting his family and his purpose back. When the fremen raise to their feet and chant Lisan al Gaib, Gurney rises too, but he's not chanting, he raises his chin in triumph and looks at Paul with pride, because Gurney like Stilgar, is also getting everything he has hoped for, he's got his duke back, his chance at revenge back.

Jessica

Ok so what does Jessica want? Well that's easy, the same thing she wanted in part 1, for Paul to be the Kwisatz Haderach. What's interesting about Jessica's motivations is that they're kind of a combination of both Stilgar's and Gurney's desires but with a bit of her own mixed in. Like Stilgar she wants Paul to take on the role of Lisan al Gaib, to becomes this prophet and leader to the fremen fundamentalists. But like Gurney she also wants him to embrace his title of Duke and carry on his father's legacy as heir to House Atreides. Which is why you see her get this look of satisfaction on her face when Paul announces that he is Duke of Arakkis. I think this also plays into the fact that she defied the Bene Gesserit to have a boy because she wanted to give the Duke she loved an heir as well as wanting to be the one to bring forth the Kwisatz Haderach, so for her this is the moment she is seeing that act of rebellion pay off. Another aspect of her motivation is that she wants Paul to be safe, I think in her mind the only way to achieve that is by making him the most powerful being in the universe. I mean after all if Paul can see multiple futures and can foresee dangers before they come for him, if he has an army of millions of religious fanatics who will throw down their lives for him because they believe he is their messiah, if he holds titles and positions of power, then who could possibly ever stand against him. Jessica put alot of work, did a lot of plotting and scheming in order to reach this moment, to gain the support of the fremen to Paul's cause, to convince Paul himself to drink the water of life and become the Kwisatz Haderach, so for her this is the moment she sees all that work come to fruition, its a moment of triumph, its her pay off.

Chani

Poor Chani. For all the others this moment was one of validation or triumph, but for Chani it was the moment she lost everything. I think there is this underlying sadness to the scene because, as I said before, everyone has an idea of who Paul should be, prophet, duke, kwizatz haderach, but its all about who he can be for them. Chani was the only one who was fighting for Paul, for him to stay who he truly was, who he had chosen to be. She's the only left fighting for her people, for their culture and way of life, but being the only one still fighting means she doesn't have a chance, there are too many external forces acting against her.

From the very start of the scene Chani is being pushed and pulled about by others. She rushes to Stilgar and tries to talk sense into him, and not only does Stilgar ignore her, but the other leader tells her she cannot speak, the other fremen come to take her away from the circle. When she tries to speak up again, speaking to the crowd at large, Gurney intervenes pulling her to the ground next to him and telling her she'll get in trouble, cutting her off in the process. When the fremen get angry at Paul and she stands to go and intervene, Gurney stops her again, when everyone bows to Paul, again Gurney pulls her to her knees so that she too is bowing. All of this shows just how helpless she really is, she can scream and shout and fight but each time she is silenced.

As Paul declares himself the Lisan al Gaib you can see Chani's heart break, she shakes her head in disbelief because she cannot fathom why Paul is taking this course of action, after everything he promised her, after all the times he said he wasn't the prophet, that he didn't want power, or to lead her people, he's going back on all of it. She's watching the man she loves exert power and control over her people and she is powerless to stop it from happening, she feels helpless and confused and betrayed. When everyone jumps to their feet in celebration she stays on her knees, showing just how broken she is by Paul, how devastated but also how she refuses to see him as the mahdi, to celebrate and worship him like the rest of her people. I said in another post that this moment is a great contrast and compliment to the last scene where everyone bows and she stays on her feet out of defiance. But I think another interesting detail about this moment is that Chani is very much Paul's soul, his love, she represents who he is at heart, in this moment though not only is he cut off from her sight, but he won't be able to see her either. This crowd of worshippers becomes a literal and figurative barrier between them.

Anyway to wrap this up, I do think this moment is one of the best in the film, its just filled with so much tension and so many different dynamics between each of the characters. In some ways its a moment of triumph and victory for our characters but for other characters its a moment of heartbreak and betrayal. In the middle of it all you have Paul who has lost himself, he's no longer a person but a figure, something to worship and be in awe of. The last person who really sees him as Paul, the man, he loses in this moment and that just makes it a tragedy.

#dune #dune part 2 #dune part 2 spoilers #dune part two #dune part two spoilers #chani kynes #paul atreides #paul x chani #stilgar #gurney halleck #lady jessica

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trollex-is-gay · 5 months

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I read your Trolls info post and I'm not much of a Broppy shipper too but view them more as siblings and the angst potential is just hadfjajfhjb

Like imagine a scenario where they're heading back to Trollstopia and they decided to take a rest somewhere mid-travel then some wild creature came out and pounced towards Poppy and Branch's like "GET YOUR PAWS OFF MY SISTER" or something and Brozones are just, there. Staring at their baby brother gingerly carresing Poppy's cheeks checking if she has any injuries like how they used to do towards Branch back before they disbanded. They feel a rush of guilt and jealousy thinking '"that could've been us, that should've been us"

Viva on the other hand is glad and very happy that Poppy had someone - other than King Peppy - take care of her over the years when she couldn't, but there's a sting of jealousy seeing how they interact with eachother but still, she's happy that her little sister has a sibling figure when she was gone.

I love them so fcking much ohmygod

HEY HELLO I LOVE THIS??? Also love that I'm not the only one who prefers the sibling vibe its SO much more interesting honestly. Branch and Poppy spent pretty much most of their later childhoods seeing each other...vaguely. Y'know, just in passing as Branch hid away after his grandmother died. Everyone knows about Branch, but nobody could ever get to him. Poppy probably tried, and then when they go on their big adventure and they bond, they see that they actually can have a really good friendship. That friendship develops into seeing each other as family, they look after each other, Poppy helps Branch connect with society and heal himself while Branch shows Poppy how to tone herself down when her energy is too much. And then they spend years, and we know its been years because there's a holiday special for both the first movie's cast and the second movie with Trollstopia inclusion, being around each other and bonding together. And then they find their real siblings again after all of these years. And it's weird. John Dory asks "So...who's this?" and Branch gets closer to Poppy and narrows his eyes, "This is Poppy, she's my sister."

#trolls #trolls band together #trolls 3 #trolls au #my au #Wolf's Trolls AU

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pocketgalaxies · 7 months

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would u be able to describe how marishas body language as keyleth differs from e.g. laudna? like laudna does the creepy hands a lot and plays with her hair, what abt keyleth? (sorry i havent seen c1 but i love marisha and her roleplay style fascinates me🙏)

hmmmm i have a hard time putting it into words and it's been a minute since i last watched c1, i think there would be plenty of people out there better equipped to do this than me lol but i think it just comes down to the core tenets of each character and how that's reflected in the way they take up space in the world

keyleth is, esp early campaign, very jittery and anxious and naive about the world. she sits at the edge of her seat with wide eyes and a big smile, and she feels things to the extreme which often translates to big movements. but the movements often feel jittery too, like there's the slowness of awkwardness/hesitation combined with the high speed of anxiety, if that makes sense? she's also not particularly graceful a lot of the time, almost like she's got too much limb and she doesn't quite know what to do with it. i think she becomes a lot more fluid and settled late campaign, which is kinda cool bc her arc is literally about how she learns to take up space in the world with confidence and purpose, but the kind of open upright posture and awkward lanky movements are always there a little bit because that's just who she is

on the other hand laudna is more comfortable in her own skin and is quite intentional about the way she presents herself, which translates to more fluid and idiosyncratic gestures that are often flourished and sweeping. laudna and keyleth are both start-and-stop with their movement, but with keyleth it feels more like she doesn't know what she's going to do until she does it, whereas laudna's abrupt and exaggerated movements from stillness are often controlled and appear to be her preferred way of getting from position A to B, if that makes sense. also just in terms of Anxiety, laudna's translates more physically to pulling on her hair etc while keyleth doesn't necessarily change her physicality as much as she just talks and talks and talks dkfjsdf. and for completion's sake laudna also sits with a different posture from keyleth, often hunched over with her shoulders raised a bit. more closed off, ready to pounce (and scare u) sort of vibe

not that you asked but beau is also v different from keyleth and laudna which is to be expected! i obviously haven't made it super far in c2 yet but from what i've seen, beau's physicality is all about Stillness and confidence, which tracks with both her personality and her monk background. i think one of the anchoring postures for beau is definitely leaning back in the chair, arms crossed, chin up - a bit protective of herself but also aggressive in the way that she's non-verbally DARING you to do that shit. there's not a lot of extraneous movement with beau, just like there's not a lot of extraneous words spoken by her. she's also a fan of extremely direct eye contact, similarly unmoving like laudna's but a lot less creepy/unsettling and a lot more piercing into the center of your soul to carve the truth out of your chest sort of thing

anyway not sure if that explains anything at all for you but a lot of it is just the Vibes that she puts out so it's hard to explain for someone who isn't actually analyzing this stuff or well-practiced at putting it into words dkfjskdfs

#this was fun to think about and write though thanks for asking anon!#anonymous #ask #answered #critical role #cr meta #cr1 #cr2 #cr3 #marisha ray #keyleth cr #beauregard lionett #laudna cr #nova shh #marisha ray supremacy

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licncourt · 5 months

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Headcanons about Loustat's first kiss? When? HOW? 👀

Woof okay sorry I've been MIA. The horrors etc...BUT I love this question so I'm glad I can finally do it.

I kind of wrote what imagine for their first kiss in ch 1 of my collab fic, but it's also kind of a standalone excerpt so I'll post it under a cut as a sort of ficlet if anyone is interested!

Outside of that though, I'm pretty open to the details differing (there are a few different scenarios I really like), just with the same overall vibe. I mean, it's Interview-era Loustat so it has to be kind of toxique but with whatever weird, almost-intimacy they had.

Regardless, I think it happened at PdL, there's no way they made it four years without some funny business given the everything

Almost for certain it was a heat of the moment love/hate type of thing, probably an argument that finally made the tension between them snap. How long could they realistically yell in each other's faces without making out lbr

I think it would have to be in a moment of heightened emotion like that because Louis is Louis and while Lestat is down bad, anything remotely resembling wooing or emotional vulnerability would stand between him and going for it properly

If Lestat was the one to initiate, I think it would be an impulsive decision in the middle of a Louis tirade, he just lays one on him mid vitriolic sermony bitchfest. Less yapping more tongue action, Louis' hot when he's angry but also very annoying so it works out for Lestat

If Louis initiates it, it's probably because he finally snapped under the weight of his own repression and Lestat's hot boy factor. They're arguing and for a second Lestat looks JUST right so Louis pounces on him like a horny coyote, hellfire be damned

No matter what it's all in. This is not a nervous peck or after dinner kiss, teeth would be breaking if they were human and it's a little feral. Kind of a collision

Something inanimate definitely gets broken also, maybe a lamp, a table leg, a door jamb, whatever. IWTV Loustat = collateral

The only options I see as a possibility post-kiss would be things escalating into some sort of blood sharing/sex/both depending on your preference, or both of them realizing what they did more immediately which makes Louis lose his shit and Lestat slam the emotional walls down so they both run off right away. Either way they avoid each other for a couple weeks after before repeating the cycle in various iterations until the Claudia dynamic shift

Lestat

Surveying the grounds of Pointe du Lac after dark in the height of a cold snap was not at all what Lestat wished to be doing on a January night, but he was quite used to not getting what he wanted, especially when Louis was involved. The man in question was nearly always cold anyway, and Lestat had half a mind to think this outing was some sort of punishment for him under the feeble excuse of preparation for re-sowing the following month. The offer to stay behind was predictably (and smugly) extended, but he refused to give Louis the satisfaction, nor any reason to solidify his misguided belief in his sole ownership of the plantation, legal deeds be damned.

Whatever the case, Louis would regret his decision, Lestat would make sure of it. Louis may have been succeeding in making them both miserable, but he had been just as successful at making himself a captive subject. The ground was damp beneath them and the mud, cold in the winter air, made the horses’ steps heavy. All the better, Lestat usually lost his hostage once they reached the house. Louis had a way of doing that, slipping through the cracks like a dormouse where even the cat couldn’t follow. It was out in the open that the cat had the advantage.

“I heard Charles Laurent proposed marriage for you and his daughter.” Lestat nudged his horse closer to Louis’ until their steps fell in time. “Béatrice, was it?”

“He did.”

Lestat hardened his stare, willing Louis to meet his gaze through the dark drape of hair that had fallen from its ribbon. It shrouded his expression rather entirely from view and Lestat wondered if he’d left it there on purpose. It wouldn’t be the pettiest thing Louis had done to shut him out. He pawed at the mouse again.

“I also heard you declined.”

“Yes.” A disappointing squeak indeed.

“How come? It is an excellent family, they do well in sugarcane. And Mademoiselle Béatrice is very beautiful.”

In lieu of an answer, Louis urged his horse to a near-trot that Lestat matched easily a moment later. Louis’ chest lifted in a silent sigh before he apparently resigned himself to conceding the bare minimum.

“They do. And she is.”

Louis was always so prim when he rode, enough to make Lestat twitchy. Heels dropped in the stirrups, elbows tight to his hips, back straight enough to look painful. Chin in the air of course, but that wasn’t relegated to the equestrian realm. At least the protrusions of the saddle pushed his thighs forward to improve the view, even if his other assets were covered by his tail coat. Unfortunate that. Louis was clenched tight enough that the view would surely have been sublime.

“Well?” Lestat asked, letting his mare sidle uncomfortably close again, their riding boots nearly touching.

Louis jerked his horse right quickly enough that the stallion’s hind quarters bumped his own horse’s shoulder. “I do not have to explain myself to you, Lestat,” he snapped, any appearance of leisure fully abandoned as he tried to break for the house. The attempt was half-hearted though and Lestat cut him off easily, the stallion balking and dancing in half-circles until Louis regained control of its head.

“Au contraire, mon cher. It is my livelihood at stake as well.” The endearment made Louis’ jaw tighten even further, but he let his horse fall back in step with Lestat’s.

“Are you so desperate to expand our wealth—my wealth—that you would marry me off like a medieval widow at the first offer?” Louis’ eyes flashed sharp and olivine at him in the lantern light. He looked so much like the portrait of his father in the foyer, the same cruel mouth on a fairer face.

“As if this is the first. Formal or otherwise.”

This seemed to disquiet Louis greatly, his tone shifting from serpentine anger to something a tad hysterical. “You would truly have me do such a thing? Move a woman into our home? Marry her? What do you suppose will become of you in such a situation?” There was an undercurrent to the protests that negged at Lestat’s ear, some suggestion of weakness he couldn’t name. Still, there was blood in the water and a source needed to be determined.

He laughed, as amused as he was intrigued by his companion’s clumsy parry. “Don’t be ridiculous, Louis. I’ll ensure she does not last to the first harvest.” There was a clump of gangling irises as they passed a marshy area. He reached down and ripped the flower heads off. “A few months would be sufficient to solidify your holdings over the Laurent estate, and then I can make it appear like the most tragic accident. I will even allow you to bed her a time or two before I do the deed, generous as I am.”

“You are as shameless and despicable as ever I see.” Louis sounded as much bored as disgusted, but Lestat smirked to himself at the way the horse pranced and tossed its head at its rider’s turmoil.

“So you intend to deny any profitable union with the fairer sex until we are both forced to leave the prospect behind and flee familiar company in a few years time?”

“I apologize, monsieur. Are your current accommodations so insufficient?” Lestat could almost imagine his ears pinned like the horse’s as he was cornered. “And here I was under the impression that you wanted for nothing while contributing just as much.”

“And it would be such a burden for you to endure the intimate company of a beautiful woman for a few months simply as an insurance policy?” The objections were so great that Lestat found he was genuinely asking in spite of his frustration. “Wed Mademoiselle Laurent, fuck her long enough to get the estate in your name, and then you’ll be rid of her! Honestly, any reasonable man would be chomping at the bit for such an opportunity.”

“I don’t fancy her.”

Lestat dropped his face into his hand, rubbing at the frustration gathering in his temples. “She is hardly your only option, Louis, Christ! The Blanchet girl was all but thrusting her bosom in your face all evening last Tuesday. She would’ve lifted her skirts at a single beckon. And don’t tell me that isn’t so or that you didn’t notice.”

Something about that assertion, likely the irrefutable truth of it, upset Louis visibly and impossibly further. At the very least, he didn’t seem prepared to argue that particular point.

“Of course I noticed. I don’t believe a blind man could’ve missed it.”

Perhaps Monsieur de Pointe du Lac could simply stand to be rejected more often.

“Then why in God’s name are you so obstinate? All your prattle about being a good Catholic and you refuse to perform the one duty which might bring you some tangible benefit?”

“I am not the slave to my faith you believe me to be. I doubt the thing that condemns me to hell will be remaining a bachelor.”

Even digging his heels in like a stubborn hog, Louis looked radiant in the moonlight, skin glowing white as fairy linen and feu-follet eyes enticing enough to follow to one’s death in the swamp. It was infuriating really. It made Lestat want to knock him from his horse and straight into the muck.

“Well, in that case, shall we go whoring? There is a new brothel a short ride into the city and you are in truly dire need. What do you prefer? Brunettes? Redheads? What about blondes? You seem like the type for blondes.” One could only hope.

“I will do nothing of the sort. You may do as you please—heaven knows I can’t stop you—but I will not be involved.”

“And why is that?” he asked, curiosity still piqued despite the outwardly ordinary nature of their disagreement.

“It is impious. Fornication.” Fornication. Lestat could show him fornication, starting with planting an absolutely punishing kiss on that haughty mouth. Nothing he’d seen Louis doing as a mortal came even close to being anything titillating enough to earn such a salacious title.

“I thought you weren’t a slave to your God.” There were at least hundred better potential retorts, but he was preoccupied with Louis now in an entirely different way, staring unabashedly and imagining the many methods by which he could turn the lustrous curtain of his hair to sweaty clumps or reduce his fancy words to primal noises.

“It’s not one or the other. I’m not perfect, but I try, where I can, to be godly.”

He snapped his head to the right, meeting Louis’ gaze before he could turn to avoid eye contact. “Bollocks.”

“And what do you mean by that?”

“I mean that you’re lying,” he said, eyes narrowed. “I’ve seen you taking pleasure with women. You did so the very night I first saw you, there on the docks.” The house was in view now, and Lestat was half-compelled to try and suck the truth straight from his companion’s veins before he lost his chance.

Louis’ cool demeanor remained static as Lestat glared daggers at him, seeming perfectly unconcerned with that possibility. As if he knew as well as Lestat did that it would never happen. “Well, I made a great many mistakes in the months after my brother’s passing.” He shifted the reins awkwardly in his hands. “I have no desire to engage in such behavior.”

And there, in the clipped condemnation of a righteous man, was the truth Lestat had failed to see before. It was painfully obvious, simple enough that it seemed ridiculous he’d not suspected before.

Louis could not read the minds of mortals, but Lestat could. He had seen a great many things in his companion’s before the turning. Most of all he had seen how Louis looked at him, enthralled by his supernatural radiance certainly, but not only that. There was desire there as well, for more than immortality, lustful admiration followed by a flood of nauseating shame that gave Lestat sympathy pangs.

Even with the Veil of Silence now in place, he didn’t miss Louis’ gaze on him, the way his eyes were drawn by the deep ‘v’ of Lestat’s undershirts or the way they lingered on the shape of his lower half in breeches. It had been a marvelous turn of events, that they were already alike in…sexual predilections. How splendid! But he had been wrong, at least in part. Louis was not, it seemed, quite so much like himself as Lestat had previously assumed.

“Is it because you’re a homosexual?”

The brashness of his question brought exactly the desired result. Not an answer, of course, no more than indignant, scandalized curses as Louis turned his horse toward the house at a near-run, but it was too late. Lestat followed quickly, chasing the smell of fear on the wind.

Louis made surprisingly little effort to avoid him at the house, and Lestat found him easily in the drawing room, removing his boots and coat in front of the fire. He didn’t acknowledge the arrival with a greeting or even a glance, though he was sure to have heard Lestat enter. Even once he turned away from the hearth, Louis remained silent, fixing his ribbon as he looked down at a pile of accounting documents on the side table.

Lestat tossed his coat on the chair, waistcoat, riding gloves, and his own ribbon going with it, leaving him in breeches and undershirt, curls shaken loose. He stretched, making sure the taper of his waist was clearly visible in silhouette, leaving his arms up to fluff his hair into place. Louis always objected to his traipsing about so undressed. Perhaps he should’ve been taking it as a compliment.

When he turned back from the display (a bit more quickly than normal), Louis was giving him a particularly doe-eyed look. He hadn’t moved from his place by the table, but it was obvious where his attention had shifted when given a semblance of privacy. He startled when Lestat spun to look at him, and what followed was a truly atrocious poker face, smacking with guilt and panic like a child caught stealing sweets.

“Fear is not the first reaction of an innocent man merely questioned on a crime he did not commit.”

“You don’t frighten me,” Louis said, valiantly steady in voice, but only just.

“I do now.”

To his great surprise, Louis didn’t protest, seemingly accepting his fate with the melancholy stoicism of a condemned philosopher. It was almost unnerving to see the patron saint of losing battles so eerily content with this defeat. The display tugged at Lestat’s heartstrings enough to conjure his merciful side, and he let his eyes roam freely over the form in front of him, taking in the view in an obscenely conspicuous manner.

Even more surprising was the way Louis’ expression hardened and the anger returned to his face. Before he could take more than a step forward, Louis had backed up in equal measure.

“There’s nothing you can do to me,” Louis said, voice hushed but dripping venom. “I’m more powerful than you in any way that matters. Your mockery is all you have.”

“You think I’m mocking you?” Lestat took another step closer that Louis mirrored, then another.

“When have you ever done otherwise?” It was impressive really, the way Louis stood his ground, how he puffed his chest and set his jaw with the second-nature arrogance that Lestat had found himself so charmed by months ago, undiminished in the face of supernatural power and potential blackmail alike.

It was that self-destructive defiance that had first enlightened Lestat to this discovery of his kindred spirit, and it was what drove him forward now, what compelled him to cover the final distance between them until Louis’ back bumped into the wall and to press their mouths together. For all his posturing, Lestat kept the force behind it minimal, just enough insistent pressure to make his point (and his intentions) clear.

The performance must have been convincing enough, because it was only seconds before the mouth against his softened to the kiss. The fire was hot to his back, the arms that wrapped around his neck even cooler in contrast. He pressed his palms against the crushed velvet of the damask wallpaper, bracketing Louis’ head on either side for a spare moment before succumbing to the urge to increase their contact, stroking lightly at the skin of his jaw up to his temple.

Louis was tired, terribly so, and such a lonely creature. Lestat knew this of course, it was part of the siren call that had drawn him close and held him so completely in thrall, but it was only now, as awful as it sounded even in his mind, that the pity came, the burning desire to ease that loneliness rather than admire its lovely darkness like a Siam ruby or a Rembrandt.

Even more enchanting than Louis’ loneliness was watching his fleeting absolution from it, the way his eyes stayed gentle and half-lidded when they parted, how they closed again when Lestat cupped his cheek and or sighed as kisses were pressed to his neck. Lestat stayed there a long while, inhaling the scent of blood and cold skin and floral water at the juncture of his neck, content to allow the uncertainty of the future remain there for now.

#answered #vc #hc tag #otp: do you love me now?

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missy-0-piink · 1 year

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Hang on a moment hear me out ok, with a vibrator in public all day, you beside him as important deals and other shit is dealt with, fucking with the settings and then taking him out to a fancy dinner, only to fucking ruin him when you get home

- verlaine simp anon

Oh my goddddddd

Yes he’d be so fucking cute

One minute he’s super focused on discussing business with his colleagues, the next he tenses up and makes a surprised noise

Everybody asks him if he’s alright, and he shrugs their worries off after a moment of staring like a deer in the headlights, giving some sort of excuse

But on the inside?

He’s going insane

The feel of the vibe turning in, stimulating his g spot while he has to keep quiet. He ends up not paying attention to very important details for the port mafia, but can you blame him? He can’t fucking think straight

All day it continues like this, with him getting impossibly close, but as soon as he’s on the edge, you turn the toy off

He accidentally let out some whimpers during these times, but thank god no one questioned him

——

When you take him out to dinner, he feels so needy

He’s stuttering over his words when he talks to the waiter, and he’s shifting in his seat, his erection uncomfortable from where it’s straining against his pants

As soon as the waiter leaves, he turns to you

“(Name), please-“

“Be a good boy and make it through this dinner, and then I’ll reward you when you get home, ok?” You interrupt, smiling oh so sweetly at him

He lets out a small whine, a desperate “yes” falling from his mouth

All throughout said dinner, you had kept him on the edge, even worse than what you had done throughout the day, and it showed.

He was trembling in his seat, eyes glazed over, breathing heavy and blush very apparent on his face

He looked delectable like this

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When you two made it home, both of you pounced on each other. Kisses heated and desperate, clothing stripped away in seconds, and him naked on the bed in no time

“Oh please! Please fuck me (name)~” he whined, his French accent thicker like this

He was naked on the bed, face flushed red, hips bucking slightly into the air against his own volition, tip leaking

His face was one word; desperate.

Eyes half lidded, begging you with his gaze, and mouth pulled tight at the corners; indicative of discomfort (from the ache of his erection)

And how could you deny such a pretty thing?

Within the next few minutes, you had pulled out the toy, prepped him (with his delicious moans accompanying that) and started ploughing into him with your strap, fearing loud moans and whines from his throat

He cums fast, the sensation euphoric from the edging and teasing all day

But you don’t stop.

He’s crying as you rip out another one, cum coming out thinner and thinner as your relentlessly fast pace practically pushes it out of his prostate

He can’t form words, just mindless mumbles of praise and exclamations of pleasure in an mix of French and English

Fuck, you were dripping

When you’re finally done with him, he can’t speak, just noises falling from his mouth as you pull out.

His body is shaking and twitching as he comes down from his high, eyes glazed over and mind elsewhere

He makes noise of content when you cuddle up beside him, pulling him close to your chest as you two drift off

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Sorry if it’s a bit rushed, I just haven’t done Verlaine in so long I miss him!!!!

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs x reader #bungoustraydogs #sub bsd #sub bungou stray dogs #sub verlaine #verlaine x reader #sub paul verlaine #paul verlaine x reader #paul verlaine

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wendy-darling23 · 7 months

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Fight! Fight! Fight!

Characters: Switch! Tommy and Switch! Wilbur. Charlie, Phil, and Ranboo are there, but they’re just vibing.

Summary: After a successful day of filming a Sorry boys video, the boys decide to take a lil break. But I guess NOTHING goes to plan. (They’re just so silly🤦🏾‍♀️)

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“Okay, I know recording is hard, BUT THAT TOOK WAY TOO MUCH WORK.” Tommy shouted out.

“Okay Tommy we know, but you don’t have to screech in our ears!” Wilbur practically begged. Charlie, and Ranboo nodding in agreement. Phil was covering his ears.(idk how he heard it since he’s such an old man😏)

“Um, me not screeching in your ears is like Moana not riding a boat.” Tommy said, thinking that he’s winning the argument. “Besides, I wasn’t even that loud.”

“Of course you would say that, your ears are like INVINCIBLE to your loudness.” Charlie pointed out.

“Whatever, Wilbur you’re just weak. I couldn’t relate, I’m a big man.” Tommy stated. Charlie and Ranboo were about to say ‘WE KNOW’, but Wilbur had other plans.

“Really? Is that what you think?” Wilbur said, Charlie and Ranboo already knew what was going to happen, so they backed away.

“Yeah! Im strong, your weak. I could easily beat you in a fight!” Tommy boasted, not noticing Wilbur’s evil glint in his eye.

“Really… Then try to dodge THIS!” Wilbur said, pouncing on Tommy.

“AH- Wilbur what the hell?” Tommy shouted, struggling to get Wil off him.

“Why? Struggling? I thought you were stronger?” Wilbur teased, positioning himself on Tommy’s hips.

“N-no! You just caught me off guard!” Tommy said, glaring at Wilbur. “Besides, I am stronger! What are you going to do to me anyways?”

“Tickle you.” Wilbur said so calmly, it didn’t even sound like a threat😭.

“HUH? I mean, too bad, I’m not ticklish anyways!” Tommy said, desperately trying to convince Wilbur (bish, it’s too late😭)

“Well, then you wouldn’t mind if I do this!” Wilbur said, digging his hands into Tommy’s side.

“PFT- Wihihihihil!” Tommy giggled, shifting around under Wilbur.

“What? I thought you weren’t ticklish?” Wilbur teased, inching up to Tommy’s ribs, digging between every rib. Suddenly Wilbur dramatically gasped. “Tommy did you lie? Tommy, Tommy, Tommy, now I have to punish you for lying!”

“Wha- heh- whahat puhunihishmehent?” Tommy giggled out nervously.

“You’ll find out.” Wilbur said, slightly smiling. He suddenly shot up to Tommy’s armpits.

“PFT- WIHIHIHIHIL-“ Out of instinct, he pushed Wilbur away, accidentally squeezing his side in the process.

“AH- Tommy, no-“Wilbur said with a warning look. It was ineffective with how red his face was.

“WILBUR? YOUR TICKLISH TOO? Hold up- I have GOT to try this out!” Tommy shouted, tackling Wilbur. Now let’s not forget Ranboo, Charlie, and Phil on the sidelines, they’re still there watching Tommy and Wil tackle each other.i

“FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!” They all said as a joke. Finally, Tommy overpowered Wilbur.

“See? Told you I’m stronger. Now it’s my turn!” Tommy said. He took no time to get started tickling Wilbur. He started digging his thumbs into Wil’s hips.

“Well now it looks like Tommy is boasting how strong he is! Is Wilbur gonna take that?” Charlie said, trying to make some commentary.

“TOHOHOHOMY- NOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHEHERE-“ Wilbur laughed out. Tommy smiled at Wilbur’s reaction.

“Well it looks like he is!” Charlie exclaimed. “Ranboo, how you continue on how things are going?”

“Then where? Oh! Right here?” Tommy teased, moving down to Wilbur’s knees and ignoring Charlie’s antics. Wilbur was laughing too much to realize😭.

“T-TOHOHOHOMMY- I-IHIHITS TOHOHOHOO MUHUHUHUCH-“ Wilbur Managed to get out. Wilbur tried to retaliate by pinching Tommy’s stomach.

“Well it looks like Wilbur had enough and decided to retaliate! Let’s go over to Phil and let him tell us the reaction of tommy.” Ranboo continued, pretending like he’s holding a mic.

“PFT- nuh-uh wihil, you’re nohot getting mehe again!” Tommy said, loosing his balance and falling over.

“Well it looks like tommy has lost his balance! Will Wilbur take advantage to this? Let’s find out!” Phil continued, also pretending like he was holding a mic.

“Well too bad so sad! Yes I am!” Wilbur said, tickling his sides. They continued to go back and forth, with the other three continuing their talk show shenanigans. Soon, what was left was two tired boys on the floor and three was left on the sidelines, laughing. You can guess who was who😑.

“Well Tommy, tie?” Wilbur said, turning to his side and holding out his hand to shake.

“Definitely tie.” Tommy said, taking his hand, feeling exhausted.

“For now…” mumbled Wilbur, but it went unheard. The rest of the day was just laughing and hanging out.

You could say, these fights were gonna be a lot more common.

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I’m sorry this took longer than it should have😭

Idc what you say I did good on this😭

Ima take a lil break on fics I’m so tired with all my work building up and school😭.

This was requested by @hyper-fox23 … I think-

@strangleetomz yk what’s up, it’s your boiz.

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Shiny New Toy

An alternate, smarter, and most importantly, a funner way to deal with the Leech twins in Book 3.

Warnings: Beyond potential Book 3 spoilers, I really didn't think I'd have to put any warnings down for this fic. But nope, now I need to make it clear that there is a bit, a very small bit, of blood and violence. It's fairly vague, but I still want to make sure people are aware.

A/N: I was brainstorming ideas for the fics I have planned, I named this one, and then it just... unfolded in front of me. Man, I don't even feel like I wrote it. Floyd and Yuu took control of my body and now we all get to bear witness to the results. I'm not even mad, it barely follows my original plan, but the vibes I wanted to convey came across so all in all, success.

Psst. I'm tagging @dandelionwhisp because I know you're coming back soon and I want you to have a present waiting for you, as a reward for surviving such a long flight. Hope you enjoy it!

Something barrelled into the twins, spinning the two eels away from each other. Neither Leech brother had been prepared for the attack, as this came from behind them. Floyd was first to reorientate himself, snapping his attention back to the first years with a furious growl. Whatever was stupid enough to hit him circled his opponents once, twice, and then came to a stop next to the little seal.

It seems as if everyone present paused to assess the newcomer. Well, not exactly new per se, because they were pretty sure that was Yuu. Like, at least 90 percent sure the Ramshackle Prefect had joined the fray.

Grim seems to have thought it would be best to confirm it, just in case.

"Oi! Henchhuman! Is that you? Since when do you have a tail!?"

"You like it?" they asked, giggling despite the tense situation. "I think the colors turned out so pretty." They did a quick twirl in place, letting the sunlight filtering through the coral sea catch on their new bronze scales. They noticed the Leech twins watching them, specifically a certain eelmer's eyes fixated on the reflecting light of their tail. They didn't even try to hide the smug grin that slipped on their face.

Looks like this plan might work after all.

"Oya, what a surprise this is". Jade as always, has a tight lid on his emotions and reactions. The only telling part about him is that sleazy smile he has, the one where his mouth is open just enough to see his razor-sharp teeth.

"Shriiiimmmpppyyy", Floyd whines, an undercurrent of something dangerous in his voice. "Who knew you could be so cute and shiny! Makes me want to give you a big ole squeeze!" His signature sing-song lilt betrays how eerily still he has become. For someone always in motion, fidgeting and shuffling when bored and animated when excited, the merman has become tense in his stillness. Like a coil before it snaps.

Like a predator ready to pounce. He just needs a small push.

"Well I figured if there was a potion that can turn you boys human and give you legs," Yuu begins, nearly simpering, a spark in their eyes that Jade recognizes. "Then there must be a potion that could turn me into a mer and give me fins." The Prefect gives another flick of their new tail, and Jade can see his brother inch a little closer.

Yuu notices the movement as well. They might not have serrated teeth like the eels, or the same malice in their smile as Azul, but even the little group of freshmen agree that the grin they flash Floyd is downright shark-like.

"So if you want to squeeze me, you're gonna have to catch me first".

Before anybody else can react, Yuu swims off, away from the museum, speeding like a bullet shot from a gun. Jade reaches out to stop his brother, but he's only able to graze the end of his tail, Floyd chasing after the Prefect. The calmer twin sighs heavily, moving to follow, but is shocked for the second time today when a magic attack actually manages to hit him.

"Ha! Take that you overgrown sushi! The Great Grim has more of that where it came from!"

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There had been a few close calls already if the superficial scratches near their flukes were anything to go by. For his part, Floyd couldn't decide if this was the most fun he had in a while, or if this was the most frustrating thing he'd done in ages. The Prefect was newer to their fins, a strong swimmer for sure but nowhere near as fast as Floyd. But they were smaller than the natural merman, darting into coral tunnels that he just couldn't fit through. What was supposed to be a straightforward chase has turned into a convoluted game of hide-n-seek.

At least Floyd wasn't the only one laughing in delight.

This was incredibly fun for Yuu. They'd always been comfortable in the water, a strong swimmer naturally. And while they could let loose athletically on land back at NRC, nothing is ever as comfortable and exhilarating as racing through the water. So distracting Floyd had turned into a near cathartic experience, the first time since waking up in this world where they truly felt like they could just be.

Plus, they're pretty sure being a merperson is ticking off some childhood dream checklist.

"Gotcha Shrimpy!" Eventually, Floyd had been able to grab them, causing a startled scream to escape their lips and a manic cackle to escape his. "That was so much fun! But now I can squeeze you as hard and as long as I want since I wo-on"

"Alright" they agree, a little breathless as he begins to wind his tail around them, just tight enough to border discomfort. "That's fair. You did win our game of chase."

"Hahaha!" The eel lets out another series of excited laughs, accompanied by a sharp squeeze. "You're so cute if you thought you could beat me".

Despite wanting this, despite planning every part of this undersea excursion, including letting Floyd capture them, Yuu can't help but stiffen at the feeling of his very sharp, very dangerous, teeth dragging across their neck.

"Jade's always been the patient hunter" Floyd chuckles, reveling in the Prefect's discomfort. "But I've always been more active when catching prey."

One of his clawed hands ghosts down their body to where scales just begin to crop up, the delicate things glinting bronze and copper under his inspection. Suddenly, the human-turned-mer feels a sharp tearing sensation, watching as a small trickle of blood floats into the water surrounding them. Floyd holds up the scale he stole, a lazy smile on his lips and wide, dilated eyes.

"And admittedly Shrimpy, I've always been a sucker for shiny things."

"I thought so. Hey, speaking of Jade, I wonder how many hits the guys have landed on your brother now that he can't rely on your Unique Magic." Floyd stiffens, tightening around Yuu enough to force the air out of their lungs. But then he loosens, more than likely aiming to untangle himself to go help his brother. But the Prefect suddenly latches onto him, winding their arms tight around his body and locking their arms behind his back. Where his tail had uncoiled around them, now that wrap their tail around him, trapping him for just a few minutes longer.

"Poor Jade, abandoned by his brother because you just couldn't resist a new shiny toy." Floyd snarls, gnashing his teeth at the Prefect, but they just laugh, squeezing his tail a little tighter.

"Little Shrimpy tricked you!~ You fell for it hook, line, and sinker."

#testing #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland floyd #rewrite au #twst book 3 spoilers #technically #tw: blood #tw: violence #the ending of this is nowhere near what I had originally intended.#I don't know if I'm just still in a mood because of #or if I just can't write Floyd without at least a little bit of sus behavior.#But once he caught her it was like I was possessed #Mirrors are Never to be Trusted

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Furby Island REMADE

SO LIKE- furby island right? very bad, makes me feel like my adhd was at work since every time I blinked something new was happening for some reason.

To make this a bit more interesting, Maddie's parents took her on trips when she was just a baby. Yet one horrible night something separated the two from their little baby. They believe she's dead, unable to find her, mourning their lost....

Flash cut to the furby's finding baby maddie and they raise her! Due to being raised by the furby's she's more- spiritually in touch lets say. Or that the furby's gave her similar powers to her in a furby ritual of some sort to help her fully assimilate with them. Whichever would fit better with the mind power deal that the furbs have.

Years later her parents come back to face the demons of their past, and along with them is their second child. TY, a boy who grew up in the shadow of a sister he never met, sneaks onto their plane. They are unaware of their stowaway until they reach the island. Furious they are unable to do anything besides tell him to stay put and have someone on the adventure team watch over him while they go deep into the forest upon he island. ofc he doesn't stay! He plays some trick to sneak away from his appointed babysitters an runs into the forest. Finding some markings that he remembers his parents talking about/had seen some pics while snooping to find out more about his long lost sister he follows them. Then we have a scene of TY seeing the wild furby for the first time and screaming his lungs out while the furby is chirping/trilling in surprise at the sight of a human. As they run away from each other. extra tropey if you just have TY run into a tree in blind panic and get knocked out only to wake up surrounded by furby's. There’s more screaming, more furby screaming/panicking UNTIL he sees the first human in legit hours.

Maddie.

Though he doesn't know this is her, and Maddie well- she's not named maddie. While the furby's had told her the name that her birth parents gave her. I feel like furbs have this whole different naming convention where the child is able to pick the name that they believe resembles them an said name can change over a lifetime if they so wish. (trans rights trans rights) I don't know what her furby name would be but it would translate into ‘trouble maker’ or ‘mischief maker’ due to how she wanders off and always tries to prove herself to her furby family only to always get into some sorta trouble along the way.

TY definitely believes she's a weird girl, but doesn't want to leave her in the forest with all these "wild creatures." so he just asks her to come with him, clearly expecting her to be happy to be saved and able to go back to humanity. You know what happens? she beats him up lmao. they get off on the worst foot possible and it ends with TY's ass kicked with Maddie furious at him for thinking her family is weird. He gets found by his appointed babysitters dragged back to camp and chewed out for sneaking away. He explodes at his parents then tells them about the girl he saw with these "strange furry creatures" in the jungle. His parents think he's lying, which he's not and he stresses that he isn't but you know how most adults be.... It's like they forgot what it was like to be a kid and be treated badly and have their feelings/opinions disregarded. Of course just like any kid who gets scorned by their parents he wants to prove it to them. That he really did find some weird creatures in the woods along with some girl. cut to TY trying to find a way to lure Maddie away from the furby's by being as annoying as possible. Shows the antics of him annoying her, (along with his slow befriending of one of the other furby’s that vibe really well with him) until finally she blows her top and chases after him. He doesn’t make it too far before she’s pounced on him and letting out little angry furby curses while the furby that TY befriended is laughing in the background. Though soon said furby dives for cover as BAM parents are there, parents are seeing this, they are losing their shit- not because they recognize her as their daughter it's more because 'oh our son was right there is some random teen girl on this island' Though for a moment there is this thought, they wonder could it be? But no, this can’t be their little girl she’s dead….

We get the slow pan going up to the sky as you hear the scuffle as maddie fights everyone off, the sky turning from day to night and in comes.

DOCTOR CONQUEST!!!!

The screen pans down to show him and his workers walking through the jungle searching in the dark with some flashlights and finding some furby tracks (or at least finding the prints of the scuffle that Maddie had with TY.) He smiles, then gleefully says “well boys it seems we’re on the right track!” He’s tried hunting Maddie down before. He’s seen her, has even interacted with her in the past but she always slipped from between his fingers. He’s mainly using her to get to the furby’s but he’s also interested in her apparent abilities that the furby’s had given her. It’s the classic, he wants her alive so he can study her in his labs thing. He's getting a huge overhaul in personality if it wasn’t obvious. He acted way too much like a whiny baby in the film. It conflicted a lot with the way they animated his facial expressions. The pure rage on his face was something deep, and visceral. Just watching his face gave the impression that he wanted to kill maddie. So, why not let him try?? Since this version of the movie is pg 13 I thought it'd be fun to let there be a little bit of blood/darkness in here.

Doctor Conquest (or whatever normal ass human name I come up with him to have so he's not just called by this tv title the whole time) has murdered people before. (It's become a bit of a nasty habit you see.) He goes on these grand adventures, is beloved by the world just like Steve Irwin, except nothing he has achieved has ever been by his own merit. He lets others do the heavy lifting, abusing the person's admiration/respect for him only to dispose of the person to take the glory for himself. While none of this is ever explicitly shown (no murder on screen) there are hints. He has a collection of his past victims trophies within his room... Even the research these people had done are trophies within their own rights.

Maddie knows about him and gets these strange vibes from him but unlike most furby’s her powers aren't on the same level as them. She simply get’s strange vibes, and she doesn’t know why, which makes her curious about him/why his emotions feel the way they do. She’s fully unaware that the times she lets him see her she’s playing with fire and soon everything will burst into flames.

We get another flash cut to TY and the family trying to earn Maddie’s trust- the adults in the situation of course wanting to bring her with them, since no child should be left alone in the jungle. With how intently TY’s parents are trying he gets jealous, feeling ignored by his parents who in the past haven’t given him the attention he has so desired. So to see this *stranger* seemingly getting all the attention that he wanted- yeah it stings. Along the way the doctors team has run into TY’s parent’s adventuring team and have joined forces in a sense. The parents don’t tell the good doctor about Maddie though he has a feeling they know something.

So why not pay more attention to their poor neglected son? TY has slipped away again, though it’s apparent it was easier then the first just to show how frazzled the adventuring trip is. And, the good Doctor finds him. They talk, they seemingly have a bit of a heart to heart and TY starts to trust him a bit more while he listens. All these feelings he’s had just bubble up to the surface and finally he breaks, sobbing and talking about his pain, his anger, his loneliness. The Doctor comforts him, telling him it’s okay to cry, that this is unfair and why not let him take care of it?

TY tells him where Maddie and the Furby’s are unaware of the turmoil that will soon follow.

On the other side of the jungle, Maddie is having a heart to heart with her furby mom who has told her that she recognizes the parents' voices that these humans are her biological parents. The reason she didn’t realize before is because she only had maddie’s baby memories to work off on and she was so young her vision wasn’t fully clear yet. Maddie is conflicted, and her furby mom tells her to give them a chance, that she can always come back to them if she doesn't like them.

And so maddie does give them a chance.

We get another scene of maddie being cleaned up (much to her dismay) changed into some extra clothes that they had which are a bit too baggy scenes that normally in movies followed by up beat music and an “amazing” transformation. But to maddie this is nothing but awkward. There is no upbeat music, there is no stylish little walk down the aisle, it shows every awkward and self continuous bit of it. Of Maddie trying to fit in with a family she doesn’t even know, who she’s not sure she even wants to fit in with, or explain that she is their daughter. She lets all of these things happen and in the eyes of the adults they are doing good work, helping her, and to them this is one of those beautiful transformation scenes where the mother even coo’s about how pretty maddie looks.

There is a longing in both parents' eyes that makes her uncomfortable. It doesn’t help when comments are made- maybe maddie looks like her dad when he was younger or maybe she looks like her grandparents. The dots are being slowly connected, not because they have proof but because a part of them now that they see her want her to be their little girl.

Then there is smoke. To get the furby’s out of hiding Doctor Conquest set up a fire to smoke them out. Unaware this is a controlled fire Maddie believes that the humans are burning down her home. She rushes into the doctor's trap being caught just like many of the furby’s who were forced to come out of hiding or to choke on the smoke. But, there is one that manages to make an escape… The furby who had befriended TY, and due to their growing bond he finally lets TY feel his emotions and shares the memory of what happened. Riddled with guilt TY doesn't know what to do besides feel sorry for himself.

Back to Doctor Conquest he does his fair share of monologing showing his sick excitement about having caught not just the furby’s but maddie herself. Very gross, very icky as he talks about her being one of a kind and rare. She is an object to possess to him and not a human being. Then we get some TY and his furby friends trickery going on that helps distract the doctor long enough for maddie to wriggle her way out of the trap or maybe TY throws a key who knows we are reaching the last stretch of my insane ramblings and you dear reader are probably thankful for it.

Maddie gets out and uses her funky furby powers to thrust all of her emotions onto Doctor conquest and since this man is not USE to feeling these intense emotions that he has no control over he do be crumbling. (I imagine he despises feeling fear so to be forced to feel it is his worst nightmare) he’s stunned giving the two enough time to escape and free the other furbs. The reason why they didn’t brain blast him is just- because sharing emotions like that has the furby social connotations of baring one's soul as they feel everything. It just wouldn’t have occurred to them to use their powers in an offensive way given it’s a way to communicate between them all not for fighting.

So bad news Doctor conquest knows how scared maddie is of him now and can use that fear an manipulate it to his advantage in the future yippeee

The ending is up in the air after this. It depends if we want to follow what the og did and leave it open ended for either a sequel or a “t.v” show or if we want to make this movie self-contained. I see a few endings as a possibility.

TY’s parents try to force Maddie to come with them when they are packing up to leave echoing many a sentence we’ve all heard parents say, “We know what’s best for you” but do they really? They play in their self interest, it comes from a place of longing of what they lost and not malicious outwardly it completely ignores Maddie’s own autonomy. Of course we have a moment of her screaming that she is NOT their daughter and that she already has a mom. She brain blasts them like with doctor conquest but this hurts the couple far more then doctor conquest because they get to feel every little complicated emotion and maybe they have a bit of a breakdown while maddie escapes into the woods back into the loving embrace of her lil furb family.

Second ending they ask her to come with them nicely because they learned something along the way and also how they deeply need therapy (god please they need therapy so bad) she says no but she does share with them that she wouldn’t mind if they visited as long as they don’t disturb the jungle. She still doesn’t tell them that she is their bio daughter but there is this silent understanding. She might be their daughter by blood but they are still strangers to her. And so they promise to visit her another time so that they can finally get to know her as herself instead of the projection of maddie they placed on her. All the furbs give a goodbye song and dance we love them for it end of the movie musical number babeyyy

Now i hear you asking “but what happened to the doctor?” Well I still want to see this man fall down a large hole and be left there. I think it’s funny- not sure how that would come up. Also iconic, think of this man falling down this hole only to climb right back out with no consequences. Sure he will possibly be detained by police on the ground of setting fires but man i doubt he’d be in jail for long due to how rich he is. He’d come up with some excuse about how it was needed, and he was just trying to save the jungle by setting “controlled” fires before it was too late smdh He will get fined and be banned from going back to the jungle on that island for a while. Plus having to deal with the PR disaster that comes after this. More people are starting to look at him with a critical eye after these actions so he has to watch his step for a while….

Not that this simple stumble will hold him back for long (:

AAAAND THAT’S A WRAP FOLKS!!!!!! Hope you enjoyed my rambling of a better furby movie thanks for reading give this post a like if you reblog and subscr- naw im not doing this bit. Anyway thanks really for reading all of this. I hope you enjoyed it!

#merlin's chatter #i am less sleep deprived and realized this has to be it's own post #furby #furblr #furbies #furby love #all furby #furby fandom #furby community #safe furby #furbycore #furby island #merlin's writings #furby island au #i guess it's an au LMAO #furby island remake #.....

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Request: hi!! This is probably super weird but can you do more Jamie/ Henry/ Vecna/ Jamie characters.. like Jace too as well maybe? Idk if that’s your vibe but I’d adore it if you wrote more Jamie stuff pls! Tysm lovieee, have a good day!

A/N: thank you for the request!! Not weird at all lovely! I fucking love writing Jamie characters like AH so I’ll totally try doing some more, although I can’t promise that the characterisation will be great but hey ho. I hope this is okay! I’m attempting to not recycle ideas over and over so here’s a better version of something I’ve tried to write before… but shorter? Sorry LMAO, I’ve had like no motivation to write lately so that’s why it’s died down a lot… but… I hope this works? Much love, Amber xx

Trigger warnings: mention of blood, bodies, kinda fucked up things… it’s the laboratory we’re talking about so I’m sure you know how fucked up that place it… but still- just a warning- read at your own discretion!

“Come,”

The man’s voice echoed through the tunnels, slender fingers wrapped around your wrist as he practically dragged you with him. How did you get into this situation? Well… it was a lot to process. A massacre had occurred in Hawkins Laboratory. The few remaining doctors, and some orderlies, dressed in white scurried around- yelling at each other, whereas armed guards were searching the premise for the two escapees: Henry creel and Y/n Y/l/n or as everyone else knew you: 001 and 002. Two very dangerous individuals who were capable of mass murder. “One… we’re in danger.” Your shaky voice whispered out to him and his eyes flicked down to you, eyes dangerous pools of blue. The eyes that held so much trauma- hurt… absolute agony. Both of you had known such pain and it wasn’t fair. On either of you. Brenner had inflicted an impossibly cruel amount of pain onto you both… and to think he promised to take care of you. What a lie.

“Where are we supposed to-“ the man abruptly stopped, turning to look at you, you nearly plummeting straight into his chest but his large hands resting upon your shoulders forced you to come to an abrupt stop “two, do you trust me?” He stared deeply into your eyes his brows slightly furrowed but in the subtlest of ways the crease between both brows proving his concern for the situation but he wasn’t scared. He wasn’t worried. He was determined to get you both out of there… Brenner had stolen your lives away from you… ripping it away in such a cruel manner. Brainwashing you all. But that came to a stop now… Brenner wouldn’t be able to do that ever again. Or so henry hoped. You gawked at him unable to quite process his words “two I need an answer. Verbal. Do. You. Trust… me?” His eyes were intimidating, like a wild animal awaiting to pounce on its prey… but he just wanted to make sure he had made the right decision on you. Slowly your head began to nod, before a soft “yes.” Left your lips and the smallest and most subtlest of smiles tugged at his lips, the corners of his mouth quirking up, before he nodded “good.”

And then the both of your were off, once again, sprinting down the similar corridors. Over and over again. They were never ending… his long legs practically made it impossible for you to keep up, his grip on you tight so much so it stung slightly but it had nothing but good intentions: he wasn’t letting you fall behind. “We’re nearly there y/n. Nearly there.” The blonde assured and you nodded not uttering a word for your lungs were trying to focus on breathing all until that fear that once remained hidden started to creep up little by little, voices shouting, you made a split decision that you certainly regretted- you took a glance over your shoulder seeing about six guards, flashlights flicking up and down from how they were running and your eyes instantly widened in fear, your breath catching in your throat “come! We need to leave! Come!” Henry’s voice wavered slightly as he raised his voice at you, and you began sprinting, the guards yelling your names… or well- names was a joke- more like numbers. Because to them you were both nothing more than stupid numbers… how pathetically stupid. His breathing was heavy as he ran with you, his hand now on the middle of your back, forcing you to run faster- run in front of him so nothing could happen to you. It wasn’t something he showed often but it was care. Some type of care.

You both ran for your lives, running and running until eventually you both tumbled out of two double doors that lead to the darkness outside. The air was cold and winter-y, smelling of freshly fallen rain. “C’mon. We can’t stop.” He urged and you nodded immediately rushing in the direction of the woods that surrounded the laboratory. You wanted to try and take everything in but you physically couldn’t… it was all so much… your eyes were wide. Like a deer caught in headlights, you didn’t know how the hell to react. But then your eyes scanned along the grass and to multiple body bags that held one or more children… your stomach churned… they were already clearing out the bodies? Tears gleamed in your eyes and your breath hitched. Why did you care for them still? After all this time? You wished you knew… but you didn’t… it was uselessly pathetic. Your fearful eyes stared at the bodies of the lifeless children “two, we need to go.” His voice growled out clearly trying to stay quiet but you were stuck in a trance… they were only kids… they didn’t deserve it… Henry was desperate to leave but he also attempted to see why you were so effected. Sure it was traumatic… but they shouldn’t of mattered to you. He saw how they corrupted you. How they hurt you…. Why did you even give a damn? None of your tears should’ve been shed over them. You didn’t care for them, no, the care was simply all in your head. Nothing more nothing less. “They’re dead….” Your voice was strained, full of agony, “I know. Don’t look. They don’t matter.” His tone disregarded your emotions, there wasn’t any point in getting emotionally attached to dead people… they were gone. Time couldn’t be rewound. “Two,” his voice for your attention and you looked at him “you trust me… right?” There was that question again, even if he didn’t realise it, he was manipulating you. Manipulating you into going with him… into not caring. It was cruel. But he was saving you. He had saved you. He wasn’t letting you screw this up…

“I-“ “I know you do, 002. That’s why we’re leaving. Now. Come on.” He demanded guards shouting becoming clear and he nudged you forward as the two of you began rushing into the woods “where are we going to go?” You asked quietly but he didn’t respond, he just stayed quiet as you both tore through the woods attempting to find safety but safety didn’t exist. Safety was within the laboratory but Henry and you knew that wasn’t the truth… sure it had been beaten into your weary minds each and every day, suffering dark torture daily, but you both knew better than to trust the cruel man. Was this the beginning of the end? Was this finally when the pain would stop? You hoped so… and so the two fugitives walked for miles. Walking for minutes. Minutes that slowly turned into hours… and soon enough the darkness began to fade, the hue of the sunlight gleaming in the empty lifeless sky…. No birds flew… no nothing… it was simply a blue sky which reflected Henry’s eyes perfectly, his eyes were no longer a raging storm no…. His eyes were calm, empty, numb, peaceful… maybe his pain would stop now? But he knew that not to be true… they could pray and hope that everything would work out in the end but realistically it wouldn’t… because of one simple factor: two broken people couldn’t fix each other. If anything they made each other bleed further and that wasn’t good… but he had chosen to take you. To allow you to have freedom. Why he had spared your life he wasn’t sure… maybe it was for his own needs. Maybe he was greedy. Power hungry. Maybe he did want that power he never had. But now he had all the power in the world. He saw the courage in you. How capable you were. He wanted to use that… maybe it was ill intention but strength of two “freaks” so to speak was unmatchable. He wanted Brenner dead as much as you wanted him dead… and you both would kill him. Maybe not today… or tomorrow… or next week… but whenever it would happen it would be worth it.

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Soon enough your legs were burning, your chest too, your lungs practically grasping on for dear life. “We’ve got to be careful. Cautious. Understood?” You nodded, following after him, as the both of you entered a rundown motel. It didn’t seem to be occupied at all. In fact it was completely empty. No one on the front desk… he had hit the jackpot but all at the same time that doubt haunted you both. What if it was nothing but a trap? You watched him grab a random key “second floor.” He muttered, and you nodded, you didn’t know why he had chosen the second floor but he did. He was being tactical. Clever… if they came searching they’d searching bottom to top. It would give you and Henry time to form an escape plan.

You wandered silently with him, until eventually coming to the room, watching him open the door- holding it open for you. There were two separate beds, small and tiny, but you didn’t care. You situated yourself on one of the beds before you laid down knowing you had to be rested… no words were spoken for a while. There wasn’t much to talk about. Sure you were overthinking and so was he but neither of you saw a reason to share that… “henry?” You muttered out… you didn’t hear any response yet you felt his piercing gaze on you, he was awaiting your next words, watching you “why didn’t you kill me?” The man was slightly taken aback by your words but his face barely flinched as he soon answered calmly “because you have potential.” Those words although good made your heart sink as you began to overthink his words… he hadn’t killed you simply because of your potential… your potential in killing. He knew what you could do… he wanted to see how much stronger you could get… but it left a bad taste in your mouth… was he using you? Was that it? He only made you leave with him just so he could use you? You stared at him eyes full of questions yet no question left your lips, instead a simple “okay” fell from your mouth before you turned over, back facing him and he found himself just staring at your back… the silence was comfortable yet a tension lingered in the air, like a thick thunder cloud… but you saw your worth. You were a number… simple… you were only still breathing just so you could be used… how dehumanising…

Part two coming soon x

Excuse how lame that ending was, it’s 2:26 in the morning and I need to be up at 5 so just take this… I hope it’s okay ahhaha, thank you for the request! Love you all x

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sakumasmut · 7 months

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cw// cnc idk what this is. but my brain wont stop thinking of this scenario. maybe its the october air gettin to me. but madara and rinne being some like demon/fox spirit respectively that anzu and i summoned once and now just are attached to us so they hang out. and one night of playful teasing leads to anzu and i running side-by-side through a dark forest while rinne and madara work together to hunt us the hell down so they can fuck us. dead of night, full moon, foggy, and cold

just the whole adrenaline of being chased, the mild fear mixed with excitement of what'll happen if we get caught- rinne is more taunting than anything, the type of fox to play with his food before indulging. while madara is just in this because he likes the chase and loves to earn his meal

anzu and i are in for a hell of a time when they finally do catch us. but until then, we're holding back giggles of pure excitement as we hold each other close behind a boulder. just. aa. holding each other's hands as we beg the big scary monsters to spare our poor bodies as they start ripping our clothes off. begging for forgiveness as we're pushed against each other and railed until we can't speak coherently 💚 yeah idk where im going with this but hopefully the vibes come across

oughh I get it. I’ve been in such a monsterfucking mood I rlly get the need to be chased down and mounted. I think it’d be fun if rinne pounced on one of you, making the other run only to immediately be caught by madara…being made to face each other while two different monster cocks split you apart is always a plus. isn’t it better to get ruined together?

just. you and anzu whining that it hurts, it’s too much, it won’t fit—and them speeding up in response, because you’re just their prey that they need to claim by molding into the shape of their dicks

#nsft es!!#thirsts #rinne amagi smut #madara mikejima smut #anzu smut

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Hi again, I'm the anon that asked about names and I'm working on my thing, but I've been rewatching both seasons a ton to get characterization right and oh my god. I finally get the implications at the end of Love. Do you have any fluffy headcanons to distract me bc I'm lowkey freaked out right now lmao. I will never be able to look at Shrignold the same again oh my god

Hello! Glad to hear you're still working on your fic 🥰 I hope it's going well! And yes. The love episode... the one with the catchiest song and the creepiest undertones :/ (I don't think there's concrete vibes of what's supposed to be 'implied' tbh, i think it's mainly commentary on how cults can prey on the venerable with a weird fucking unnerving bit at the end for some good gore/shock value shots, or at least that's what i'm telling myself to feel better lol)

A lot of my fluffier headcanons are already in a couple of my fics or are being kicked around on this blog!

Duck cooks the most (based on his curry and the lovely chicken picnic) in my AU specifically he's started to cook more carb-y foods because he wants to make sure they're all eating enough, much like a grandma immediately feeding you the second you step foot in the house, it's how he shows love

Red is the designated tall person and is always the one that has to get things down from high places. He'll also take things away from the other two and stash them up high if they're annoying him or fighting over something, and will leave it up there until everyone's calmed down

Due to the significant lack of lips in this family they can't really 'kiss' each other so Red's taken to headbutting as a form of endearment (which is something I do!) and will kind of press his forehead onto the other persons and leave it there. Duck pretends not to like it but he loves it. Yellow loves it so much he gets excited and will accidentally headbutt the others at like 1000 miles an hour and potentially knock himself and the other person out

Duck specifically preens the others as a form of endearment, and he loves playing with the other's hair in the way birds preen other bird's feathers. He'll help Red get knots and things out of his yarn and he likes to fiddle with Yellow's hair if he thinks it's too messy (all while scolding them for looking sloppy of course)

(sometimes he'll nibble at them with his beak if he's feeling especially lovey-dovey, it's all very adorable)

(Yellow really REALLY loves it when he does that and just shrieks with laughter the whole time)

Red and Duck's love language is bickering and bitching at each other, all in a very passive aggressive british way of course. Very much old married couple vibes there, but in a way where they'll tell each other to shut the fuck up with love and then make dinner together while drinking wine or whatever it is old men do

Duck and Yellow also like to bicker with each other and make jokes, Yellow loves to call Duck old because he gets all pissy about it and Duck will make him do extra chores as punishment for being disrespectful but will usually help out if he thinks Yellow is being too slow (which he always does) This relationship is heavily based on the relationship I have with my mother, everything's a joke and we're always talking shit until it isn't and then it's all love

Also 100% my mother would bite me and give me rabies if I was pissing her off I don't think that affects Duck's parental status that's like normal and also they're british so....

Red is a HUGE snuggler, especially in my AU where he's getting chubbier and learning to be happy. He uses his bigger size to kind of pounce on whoever he wants to hug and squeeze them and shake them around because he can't contain or verbalize how much he cares about them

If Yellow has any trouble sleeping he just crawls into one of the other's beds (he's in the middle so it's usually 50/50 who he'll go to) and immediately steals the blankets and puts his cold feet on their legs. The other two are usually don't care (red) or claim they're too tired to move him (but actually doesn't mind that much) (duck)

They all stim. Duck rocks in his chair or flaps his wings, Red hums and fiddles with whatever's in his hands, Yellow kicks his feet and flaps his hands, he also has the tendency to dance around when he's happy.

Yellow would 100% be that kid that loves Minecraft and slime

He tries to make slime one time and gets it caught in Red's yarn and cries his eyes out because he thinks it's going to make Red bald and bald people scare him

Duck makes Red wash his head in the sink and somehow gets it all out and then Yellow cries more because he's happy Red isn't going to be bald

Duck 100% watches old lady british soap operas and BBC murder series like Midsomer Murders or Vera or Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries (Australian but whatever)

Yellow watches kids tv shows on PBS or HBO Family, Documentary series about animals (or any other NPR smart people show) the news, numbers stations, and british morning talkshows

Red watches whatever is on tv that the other two want to watch and I feel like he probably likes to watch footy

they all love each other very much because I SAID SO

#also if i felt like being an evil wench i would say duck keeps yellow well fed because subliminally he doesn't want to be eaten again >:0)#ALSO ALSO I like to watch british gameshows like 8 out of 10 cats or taskmaster to watch how funnie british people interact with each other #i like to think that Duck acts like david mitchell Red acts like alex horne and Yellow acts like roisin conaty (very loosely)#long post #YOU SLY DOG YOU GOT ME MONOLOGUING #my posts #my askbox

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mysilentnightshipping · 3 months

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Ooh how about 1-6 for the general section?? 😈 - @isabelinlove

wooooo thank you bestieeee !! i was hoping you’d ask me a bunch of questions 😈 i’m very happy to deliver <3333 @isabelinlove

1. Who initiated the relationship, and how did it go?

> tom did! after finally breaking up, he just showed up at my office at the end of the day, said he’s all done with shiv and that he wants us to be together. like grown ups should be, no sneaking around to find empty conference rooms or ”late nights at work” as an excuse to spend time together at my place. he wanted a real relationship with me.

i was taken aback and very surprised. i knew how much he valued his position and the power that came from being the partner of a roy so him breaking up felt almost like a love confession, so i felt very honored and a little bit terrified. but i was very happy, too; i’d been very casual about us so far and didn’t want to make it seem like that big of a deal if he’d decided to never separate, but at that point i couldn’t hide my excitement. and i didn’t need to, he needed my overjoyed reaction to affirm that the choice he made was the right one.

as for who initiated the affair that started it all… i think it was him, he thinks it was me 😝

2. Did they have an official first date? If so, what was it like?

> we did go on dates in our affair era, took some sneaky overnight trips together and went to expensive dinner dates but once we started to date for real i took him to my favourite bookstore and we picked out books for each other :3 super cliche but we were both feeling kind of sappy and we knew enough about one another that a basic dinner date felt kind of redundant. and it was nice to be out in public without having to worry getting caught.

3. What was their first kiss like?

> the very first one happened after a meeting of some sort, the tension between us had been building for a while and there'd been a few almost kisses but we'd always been interrupted. in a bold move i asked him to come to my office and we walked there in total silence, both of us knowing exactly what would happen next. once the door closed... we POUNCED. very intense and thrilling.

second first kiss was right after the Break Up Confession, initiated by me. i just got up from my desk, walked over to him and went for it. just as intense as the first one but full of relief and excitement instead!!

4. Were they each other’s first anything (kiss, relationship, etc.)?

> does tom’s healthiest relationship count?? we really weren’t each other’s first anything, but i like to think i’d bring him back down to earth a little bit and remind him of what it’s like to be a normal person in a balanced reciprocal relationship lmaoo. getting him away from the waystar and roy family drama…

5. What’s their height difference? Age difference?

> had to look up his height for this… he’s 6'3" and i’m 5’5”.... a VERY NICE height difference if you ask me, PHEW. and as for the ages, my s/is in mid thirties to make my position (HR executive) in the firm more realistic soooo i’d say around 12 years? he is 46 i think?

6. What’s their relationship with each other’s families?

> since he’s an only child (i assume???) his parents would be glad to have someone else to dote on too. they’d also be very happy he’s with me now instead of being connected to the roy family, they did not like the BAD INFLUENCE they were being on his BABY BOY. so we’d visit them pretty often for the holidays etc. meanwhile my folks are in finland so i doubt they’d meet much. but they’d like him well enough for the few times they met since he’s weird but rich and we have a good time together. (and because of the finnish heritage i've headcanoned him to have lol)

i’m gonna count the roys into this because waystar IS ONE BIG FAMILY and because i want to!!!! i truly despise logan (it’s mutual), don’t know how to feel about kendall, vibe with roman and shiv is pretty cold and hostile towards me (understandably lol, i don’t like her either). none of them would like me that much, but i think roman would grow to like me the most over time (because of the double dates we'd go on LMAO). greg’s also a buddy of mine but i’m not sure if i can trust him so i’m very guarded with him. connor and i would also get along well later down the line i think.

#ask #love and management #isabelinlove #thanks again bestie!!! i looooved writing these!!!#also guess who just learned his name is thomas. tom is just a nickname... WHAT????? EXCUSE ME??????? I DIDN'T SIGN UP FOR A THOMAS.#was it even mentioned in the show?? it totally was LOL i just legitimately don't remember

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