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recycledraccoon · 3 days

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Minor thoughts on Oisin and how he seems primed to fuck over Adaine specifically. The flustered ping-pong balls that were a plan all along. The quoting her own words on the previous Elven Oracle back at her in regards to the storm.

I mean...imagine you're a skinny little dragonborn wizard, in a class with a cute elven girl. You don't talk to her, but one of your adventuring party members is pissing thinking that party is getting preferential treatment, so you KNOW about her. You watch from the corner of your eye or from a spot on the back of the class whenever she's actually there. Partway through the year she goes to jail, and when she comes back she and her adventuring party save the world from a dragon. (A dragon of whom your Grandmother had been fond. ((Also, coincidentally, the Vice Principal.))) One of them created a god.

(Your entire party is being groomed into rage by two of your teachers.)

You're in her class again. She is the Elven Oracle, already an accomplished adventurer. She and her friends are popular. She's very pretty. She does not know your name. She does not know who you are, just a skinny dragonborn a few seats back.

You go on your Sophomores Year Spring Break Adventure and don't bother to think about her party at all.

(You and your party are going to kill a god. Your teacher is going to ascend to godhood in their place and you and your party will have Made That Happen. You are angry and determined with each final blow you deal.)

You return from Spring Break angry and with a sore chest.

You find out the elven girl's party has resurrected a dead god and the live streamed the entire fight. They must think they're so much better than you and your party. You'll show them.

(Your friend refuses to change her faith. She cancels the paperwork. The rest of you kill her, confident she will make the right choice and join you again as a proper Champion for your new god. You help kill her. She does not get back up. You hide the body and none of you can say anything. You're so so angry.)

The world descended into darkness and you can do nothing. The sun finally breaks across the sky again right before Junior year. You and your party have made plans and are on the cusp of greatness. You've gained muscles to spare and ink on your scales in carefully selected runes, no longer just a skinny little dragonborn.

(You have a new cleric. He's not your friend. He's a haystack hick from that cult-church from Freshman year, and he's here because the god you're going to kill needs a Champion and he fits the bill, nothing more.)

The first day of school the plan starts to be put in motion. Immediately that party of kids is interfering, in your way. It rackles. You push on anyway, seething inside even as you act the part of being reasonable.

You go to a party at the houses of one of her friends. You've been practicing making spell runes on the inside of ping-pong balls. You're ready.

The pretty Elven girl in your class finally looks at you. She approaches you, gives you a drink, and chills it in your hand. She has to ask your name. You have shared certain wizarding classes with her since Freshman year, tho she was barely there. You have to tell her that.

You chat. She clearly gets flustered, calls you great, and flees back into the house. Your friend teases you for others to overhear. It's a convenient excuse to use your geometry and apply physics to miss every single shot and lay your trap. The drink isn't so perfectly chilled in your hand anymore.

(You talk to her. Play nice. She isn't smooth, but she smiled at you and maybe a part of you is vindictive in seeing her flustered. It's a shame she turned down the diamonds, as dragon madness would have been so poetic. You steal her summons to steal something from the house. She didn't know your name. Didn't remember you. You feel justified. Your anger burns cold like frostbite, like static in the air. You purposely don't wonder if that first miss was intentional or genuine.)

You see each other in class sometimes.

You plot and kill monsters the woods. You will win the battle. You will win the war.

Your parties have a standoff in the cafeteria. You play your part to diffuse the situation, your teacher has been harping on your friends to stop antagonizing the other party. You feel her mind touch yours gentle probing of intentions, her friends all around her as you lock eyes.

(The devil's honey your group gets from that bee girl all goes to your teacher. He is preparing himself to ascend to godhood, and he needs it for his prayers.)

She is searching for your intentions and feelings. You tell her only 'Sorry'. She believes you. You are not entirely sure why. She and her party will hopefully die during their Last Stand exam, and have no way to revive themselves in time, be trapped there until after elections.

Maybe she just wasn't perceptive enough to see the deception.

(You hate her and all her friends. You have had no devil's honey. She believes you. Briefly, you wonder if it was a lie at all.)

They catch you. They know. Your team goes to ground and waits out the remaining days 'til elections and the culmination of everything you've been working for.

It rains at the party, and you have no more masks. You are angry. She must never have been that good of an Oracle at all, and you take joy in mocking her with her own words from long ago.

She's nothing more than an elven girl in your class who was full of herself to remember your name.

(There is nothing left now to stop you from being as openly angry as you like.)

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crybabycrry · 2 days

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wife abby hcs

unneeded & unnecessary synopsis: HAPPY WIFE HAPPY LIFE🗣️

warnings: fluff, nsfw/smut, abby being so in love w/you, and being such a simp for u bc i said so, me being a bit cringe lol, nd that’s it i think.

note: me and @flor4de4amor were talking about wife aviator!abby and it gave me the idea to write wife abby hcs bc i need her so bad like?? abby if you can hear us… abby please save me please save me abby PLEASE🙏 anyway these are for you pooks:33

daily click. don’t buy tlou. read this. and this. help palestine

౨ৎ wife abby who loves to spoil you. if you ever mention to her that you want something she will get it for you. and you rarely ever want anything but when you do, abby will almost always get it for you bc she just loves you so much and loves to see you happy bc happy wife happy life.

౨ৎ wife abby loves to cook for you. like zero questions asked, if you say one thing abt food abby already had her apron on and ready to cook. anything you want she will cook it for you. and abby will put her WHOLE ass in to that meal(not literally)and make sure that it is perfect to the touch. quality meals meals for her girl only bc once again happy wife happy life.

౨ৎ wife abby who loves to have movie night with u<33 bc duh who don’t like it a movie night, AND with abby like?? anyway. she’ll set up pillows and blankets and get the bed/couch all comfy for the 2 of you, the lights off, only the light from the tv shining throughout the room. snacks, and your fav movie like?? you and abby would be all cuddled up together hands all over one another, your head on abby’s chest and she’s pulling you so close into her. and she knows you loves these movie night sm they make you so happy and again happy wife happy life.

and if we’re talking abt a movie night turned into hot, steamy sex😵‍💫🤤 abby would have her hand on your thigh moving it up ever so slightly and when she gets to the BIG wet patch on your underwear??? oh your done, like the next thing you know she’s knuckles deep inside of you, pulling out moans from you. pleasing you, and overstimulating you the point of wanting her to stop, but it’s so good you just can’t your so happy, and happy wife happy life!!!!!!

౨ৎ wife abby who loves to sleep next to you and wake up next to you. her arms all around you, your face in her chest, or or you back into her front with her arms around your middle-stomach-waist hugging you sooooooo tight<3 and abby is like 1000000% a morning person don’t even argue with me there’s not point, and she’s always wake up before you and(in the most cutes and non-creep way) watch you sleep bc you just look so cute while you sleep. and to wake you up abby would place kisses to your shoulder or face and it would tickle a little and you’d wake up to her beautiful face ugh. and you’d be so happy to have her be the first thing you see. happy wife happy life<3

౨ৎ wife abby who every time you go out always has to hold your hand. bc she wants to be close to you & bc she loves to have your hand in hers. BUT SHE JUST LOVES TO HOLD YOUR HAND SHBSBSV. and it makes you happy that abby wants to hold you hand and again happy wife happy life

(who also just in general loves to hold you hand and hand a hand on you at all times<3333333 in the most non-toxic possessive way:33)

౨�� wife abby who will literally do everything for you when your sick or even just a little under the weather. or even if your in your period and having really bad cramps:(( she’ll cuddle with you, make you food, get you anything you want, hang out with you. and she’s be so gently with you and sweet<33 and when your sick she hate to see you like that because your in soooo much pain and she wishes she could take all of it away and make you happy because happy wife happy life.

౨ৎ wife abby who loves to have you next to her when she cooks. doesn’t matter if you’re sitting on the counter or a chair or even standing next to her, abby has to have u be with her while she cooks. for reasons like: talking to her bc who wouldn’t what to talk to abby??, bc you two live alone and she doesn’t want you to be all alone while she’s busy doing smt, and you get to taste that food while it’s being made. and who wouldn’t want all that???? and you enjoy being with abby in the kitchen so much that it makes you so happy…. happy wife happy life<3

౨ৎ wife abby who loves to bring you breakfast in bed:((( it’s soooo cuteeee. you wake up to the smell of your favourite breakfast and abby is there too?????? like ughhhhh and she took the time out of her day to make it look all pretty for you(ofc she did)

౨ৎ wife abby who loves to fuck you good. she doesn’t make love she fucks hard(i’m sorry)(but fr she does LOVE to make love with you😈) she loves to have soft intimate sex with you. whether it’s with a strap, her fingers, scissoring, eating u out ALL of it slow and soft just how both you and abby like it. but that also doesn’t mean you don’t like it rough sometimes😼😼 letting her hit from the back, front, riding her, left side, right side, legs up, legs down, over her shoulder, all positions and everywhere. and it makes you so happy. the last time HAPPY WIFE HAPPY LIFE🫶

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finniestoncrane · 1 day

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PREWAR COOPER STUFFS ❤️‍🔥 DESPERATELY needing some fluffy morning after/Sunday morning routine with his wifey 😩👏 him being VERY grabby and just an absolute horndog dkfnfnrk (he is down bad for reader)

Morning, Sunshine

Cooper Howard x Fem!Reader, word count: 1k hello post divorce cooper, please hit me up, i'll make you eggs (also post-divorce barb i know you're a baddie but that's just my type so i'll make you eggs too pls lemme make you eggs too...ANYWAY) but please this is so cute and i have made it gender neutral as you corrected so everyone enjoy being cooper's little chef and getting caressed by this hungover idiot 🤎 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw:

Cooper stumbled into the kitchen, his feet shuffling on the floor as though they were made of lead, unable to lift them any higher. He groaned as the light from the windows assaulted him, and you smiled without turning to him, offering a brief, hushed 'good morning'. He returned the greeting with a groan. His entire body felt weighed down, the ache of sleeping in one position all night, lacked out in a drunken stupor after he had pawed at you and attempted to fuck the lingering stress out of his body.

And now he was in his own kitchen, messy from the small gathering of friends from the night before, stressed once more and hungover as shit to boot.

But there you were, by the stove, the source of the wonderful smell that had woken him up and had him drifting from the sancutary of his dark bedroom to face the world. Even when he was hungover, or sick, or just too damn tired to accept reality, he did it anyway. Who knew how many more mornings there were for him to see? That looming threat, the dark secret he had to keep to himself, one not even Barb knew was the real reason for their divorce. The source of his agonies, but also, the reason he felt so inspired to wake up each morning and spend as much of the time he had left with you as possible.

"I wasn't expecting you out of bed any time beforeat least midday, Coop."

"Then you shouldn't have started cooking something so god damn delicious."

His voice grew closer as he made his way, instinctually, towards you.

"I'm sorry, did it wake you up?"

"It did, but there's nothing to apologise for."

He was behind you now as you stood in front of the burners, a pan in your hand, your signature omelette cooking over the heat, your grip wobbling a little as Cooper looped his arms around your body. Everything he did stole your attention, pulling your focus with his charismatic personality, the way he commanded a room the moment he entered. And it didn't help that he had begun to kiss at your neck, letting his lips drag along your prickling skin as he moved down to your shoulder, nuzzling back into you as he sighed. The satisfied moan on the exhale had your stomach tensing, eliciting a soft moan of your own in reply.

"You want me to make you something to eat?"

"Please, darlin'. If that isn't a bother."

"Never is for you, Mr Howard. You get a coffee and take a seat, I'll be right with you."

Once he was seated with his mug, the morning newspaper to the side of the place setting at the kitchen island, you turned from the stove to plate up the omelette for him. It was the first you had properly looked at him that morning, and you could feel your breath hitching as you took him in. Even in this state, bedraggled, skin greasy with a sheen of sweat, hair unkempt and slicked back in messy waves, his breath, which you could smell over the countertop, still tainted with the cocktails he’d been making the night before. Even with all of that, he was still the most handsome man you had ever laid eyes on. And those same eyes couldn’t help but fall to his chest, his robe hanging open, exposing his torso down to his navel.

You wondered if he’d bothered to find any underwear to put on before covering himself with the short robe when he’d stumbled out of bed.

“Oh, sweetheart. You made this for yourself.”

“You eat first, I’ll make one for myself just now.”

Cooper flashed you a grin, one you remembered seeing so often in press photos, at promotional events.

“You really are a doll, know that?”

You returned his smile, turning back to the stove as he ate a few bites of the omelette with a satisfied groan. Cooper took a sip of coffee, watching you over the top of the mug. Every day could be the last. He didn’t want to believe it, but it always hung in the back of his mind. He’d lost Barb to Vaut-Tec, lost Janey, at least partly, to the divorce. He’d lost his sense of security to the war, his work to the paranoia that had burrowed inside of him. You were all he had now, and intended to cling to you with everything he had. Holding your hand tight at the party last night, clutching your body in the bed as he fucked you, passionate, desperate. His fingers entwined in yours as you slept, then holding you in his arms, your body smooth and warm.

Cooper stood up from his chair, unintentionally quiet to the point where you didn’t even notice he had moved until he was right behind you again, pressing himself against you so tight that you could feel the beginnings of his erection pushing into you. With a firm hand, he took your wrist, guiding you to set down the pan, switching the stove off and turning you in a choreographed spin so that you were facing him, your chests together, eyes trained on one another.

“You got enough ingredients for another, right?”

“Uh… yeah? Why?”

“I just think it might be ruined by the time I’m finished with you.”

His hands slipped down from your lower back, cupping both of your cheeks as he raised his eyebrows in a silent, questioning plea. Every moment with you was precious to him, every inch of your body worth placing a kiss to, worth tasting and savouring. Why not make the most of your time together by making sure you were as close to each other, as pleasured and satisfied, as possible?

So, when you blushed, biting your lip and giggling, he knew you agreed, and he took your hand and pulled you back to the comfort of the bedroom with you, hoping to relieve himself of a little more stress.

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naompspsps · 2 days

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I did all of these for you!

Rook x Pomefiore Gn!Reader

Summary: During your first years, Rook meets you as a Savanaclaw student, and instead of wanting to change dorms for Vil, He wants to change for you in both of your second years.

A/n: gonna start to sob ROOK HAS FRECKLEEEESSS anyway enjoy (and enjoy vil being a thirdwheeler)

Friends to lovers, Love at first sight, Reader wears heels lol, Chaotic duo: Vil and Reader (theyre childhood friends so makes sense), Wingman Vil, Thirdwheeler Vil. Think I forgot some but anyways yea

Taglist: @frootloopscos

! do not repost or translate my works anywhere. do not copy or use my works in any site, Reblogs are appreciated alot though !

The view you're seeing of the courtyard is rather beautiful. The flowers bloom against the walls along with the vines, the well just being perfectly placed in the middle, No people around, complimenting your beauty non-stop and end up chasing you.

The beautiful apple tree that someone is climbing- Wait. Someone?

You look to the side, nothing.. You slowly walk closer to the apple tree and look up to see a blonde man with really.. Messy and questionable hair. He looks down at you with his green eyes meeting yours.

For some reason, You felt like a cupid just smacked you in the heart instead of an arrow. Magical.. Love.. Hands. Your cheeks feel hot. Are you- falling inlove?

Love at first sight, perhaps? Ah, yes. Of course it's love at first sight. It's him you're talking about. You shake your head softly and continue looking up at the man that's sitting on the tree. "Mister!, Don't you think that's a bit dangerous? You could seriously fall!" You warn.

The man only laughs out loud. "Oh, Do not be worried, I am alright up here!" He shouts, kicking his feet against the air. He slides off the edge, jumping down and leaving you to have a surprised reaction.

"Oh dear- Are you okay?!" You ask, rushing closer to the blonde man, but he only laughs more and gets back up, perfectly alright. "Yes, of course I am!-" He looks at you and inspects your beauty. "My, My, What a stunning person." He tilts his head to the side.

You look away. That compliment shouldn't be very bad.. But why does it feel like that hit more than any other person could? "Uhm, Thank you. Though, Are you certain you are okay? You don't need me to bring you to the infirmary or anything?" You ask worriedly.

"Oh, Darling. Do you think I am lying to you?"

You gulp. He just called you darling. You can't go crazy now.. You sigh. "No, I'm just making sure." You reply. "Oh, well thank you for making sure." He takes his hat off and places it against his chest as a sign of respect.

You take a good look closer at him. Freckles, Green eyes, Fluffy hair.. Is it fluffy or messy? You can't tell.

He brings his hand out. "Rook. Rook Hunt, From Savanaclaw. First year." Oh, So he's also a first year. You've heard your childhood friend, Vil, talk about some 'blonde kid' that tried to intervene his conversation with other people. Is this him?

You accept the handshake and smile. "[Name]. Pomefiore first year student. Nice to meet you." You nod your head.

"Ravi de te rencontrer aussi chérie!"

Did- Did he call you darling again but in french? "You speak french?" You ask. Clearly, You were excited. Because in this school, people don't even speak french. It's either greek or german. The only students you've heard speak in French is Vil and your other dorm mates.

"Of course, Is it too surprising for someone like me?" Rook chuckles. "No offense, but it certainly is. Mostly surprised because you're another of those few people that is capable of speaking french." You place your hands behind your back and smile awkwardly.

"I see, Well, I'm sure you'll be meeting more of the french speakers!" Rook rests his hand on your shoulder. Weird. You already feel butterflies in your stomach by just his one gesture of comfort. "I believe so." You bow your head.

You check the time. Oh! It's almost time for class. "Oh- well, Class is about to begin. May I ask what's the next class you have?" You ask. So that it won't be trouble having to find a partner in Alchemy. It's a bit.. overwhelming seeing a bunch of students beg for you to be their partner.

"Alchemy! What about you?" You thank the world. "Oh, thank you.. I'm in there too- Uhm.." You look down, suddenly hesitant to ask.

"Would you like to be my partner in alchemy?!" You and Rook manage to say together. Oh..

He was also wanting to be your partner? You clear your throat as you both look away. "Err- Well, Haha! That's something." Rook tries to brush off your nervousness by having another conversation with you. You look back at Rook.

"I wouldn't mind having you as my partner in class. I mean, I clearly already asked at the same time with you so- the answer is already clear?" You give him a soft smile. "Oh, right, Of course, Let's go, partner!" Rook grabs your wrist and starts running with you trying to catch up with his speed.

These heels you're wearing right now is a bit.. Hard to run in. Despite the struggle, You still attempt to catch up with his speed so you don't have to get dragged because of his enthusiasm.

You look infront, Seeing Vil. "VIL!-" You shout, Your voice running away so fast in his ears as he looks back at you and Rook, running. "It's that blondie again! Targeting my friend this time!" He nearly drops his milkshake, but ends up shrugging and ignoring your calls.

"Whatever, Atleast it's not me and my pretty face getting dragged." He walks off to his class.

"Okay, So for the homework, discuss it to your partner. It's due tomorrow." Crewel shoos all of you. "Now get out of my sight." You step out of the alchemy lab with Rook. "What do you think is the best option?"

Rook puts a finger ay the corner of his bright and flamboyant smile. "I think the first one. The best option is to gather up all the materials of the chemicals before starting. You could forget where the chemicals were placed so you wouldn't know how much time is left in your hands."

Rook is actually.. Pretty good with Alchemy. You hug your notebook and nod. "I get your point, That actually makes sense.." You mumble. "I still can't put a hook on the poisoned part though.." Rook sighs dramatically.

"One taste of the poisoned apple and the victim's eyes will close forever in the sleeping death." You whisper out, looking down tiredly. "That's it? You are smart!" Rook praises you. "It's just common knowledge in my dorm. A quote like that is actually in the evil queen's statue."

"Ooh! Really?" You nod. "Mhm."

"That's very interesting!"

You check the time for your next class. "What class are you in next?" Rook asks. "History." You answer and he only sighs. "Shucks.. I'm in flight." Rook crosses his arms and waves at you with his cheeky little grin.

"I assume this might be where we say bye?" Rook asks. "Don't act like we're never seeing each other again.." You look away in an instant. You wave back softly. "..Bye." You bow your head before running off to your classroom.

You meet up with Vil, him sitting so properly. You walk up to him and sit beside him. "Oh, [Name]. Right on timing, I was exactly wondering.." Vil pauses, grabbing both of your shoulders and shaking you. "WHO DID YOU FIND SO QUICK?!"

You laugh nervously, slowly and carefully removing his hands off of you. "Ah- hahaha.. It's just.. Someone I met in the courtyard, so I took the chance to become friends with him.." You explain.

"That doesn't sound like you at all."

"Vil, Be quiet."

"But, You're inlove with him, Right?" You jump out of your seat. "W-why would I?!" You ask. "Because when I mentioned him you started to get red."

Ah.

You sigh in defeat. Taking seat again. "Fine. You caught me. Maybe, I have fallen inlove with him at first sight. Nobody can blame me, he's pretty cute!" You cross your legs, leaving your notebook open with your pen on top of a page.

"Yet.. It's not about his looks I'm inlove with. I-it could be too sure. But something about him just struck me in the heart. His personality or behavior maybe?.. Gahh.. I don't even know!.." You cover your head as you lay your face on the desk, covering with two arms on your head.

Vil hums. "That's some pretty good thoughts about falling inlove you have there." You look down at your notebook, an empty page with a designed title of 'History'. "Yeah.. I'm just.. Certain that the reason why I felt different around him wasn't just because of his beauty."

"It's just personally him and his sporty behavior." You smile softly, thinking about him running around and dragging you. "I see.. I'm glad you found love, but just take it slowly. It's not always a rush, Y'know?" Vil chuckles. "You should be saying that to yourself with Neige."

"Don't mention that name infront of me, I despise him with all the words available in my mouth." Vil crosses his arms and looks away from you. You laugh lightly. "Oh come on, Don't take it to heart now! I was just joking."

Dismissal, Finally!.. You and Vil walked to Pomefiore together, greeting each other goodbye as you both go into your rooms. You lock the door behind you. "Oh my goodness!- Finally back in the dorms.." You yawn softly.

There! All changed into your dorm uniform. You put your school bag on your desk, trying to find all the homeworks. History.. Alchemy and..

You hear ruffles of leaves just out your window. You look down, and your expectations were real. It really was leaves falling. You walk closer to your window to see what the problem is. A little check wouldn't be bad at all.

"Bonjour, [Name]!" Rook greets you, upsidedown, causing you to jump and scream. "What are you- You might get hurt!.." You whisper, can't let Vil hear you. He will actually protect you from Rook like a little child and a mother.

"Oh, Do not worry about me, I am perfectly fine!" Rook puts both of his feet against the window sill and crouches down near your eye level. "How are you!" He smiles.

The first thing you noticed was a bruise on his arm, and his forehead. "What happened to you?" You walk backwards to your bed, taking a seat at the side of the bed and patting the spot beside you.

Rook laughs, getting inside of your room and sits beside you. "Well I may or may not have gotten into a little dorm fight with a dorm mate."

You shake your head. "Not good.. Here. You stay here. Not a single movement or you're in a designed casket with seven people crying over you." You threaten the blonde boy.

You come back with a pack of ice, and a bandage you got from the lounge cabinets, for emergencies. You hold the ice pack against his skin. "Keep it like that for 5 minutes, remove the ice pack from your skin if it feels too cold."

You sigh when he takes the ice pack and follows your advice. "Now- May I ask, Why the hell were you on a tree in Pomefiore?" You ask. Rook chuckles. "Well, I thought it would be nice to visit, Is it not?"

"I suppose it's alright if you wish to visit me.. But the door was right over there and you climbed all the way up here as if it was the beanstalk?!" You scold him. You scold better than advice better, atleast for that people can count on you for good logic and reasonable scolds.

"It felt a bit old fashioned to just knock on the door and casually visit you- Why not a little fun?" Rook narrows his eyes, leaning in closer to you. You lean back and look away. "Okay., Distance. DISTANCE- please." You beg. He sits back up.

You wipe a cold sweat with a handkerchief, you can feel your cheeks burn up.. "Nevermind. Remove the ice pack." You clear your throat, taking the bandage and wrapping his arm up. You unpeel a bandaid and place it on his forehead. "You're supposed to do more, but it's better if it's not infected because it's protected in bandages."

"Thank you, cheríe! Now the other reason why I wanted to visit you was.." Rook takes his notebook out from his hat.

Huh?? Did he just take a literal notebook out from his hat?? . .

"Is it the Alchemy homework due tomorrow?" You take a guess. "Yes it is."

"Hm, Alright. I don't have alot to do today other than my history homework, so we can make the best answers with our time." You stand up, going closer to the desk to take your alchemy notebook.

You run to Vil's room in panic, Rook has already left a few minutes ago, And you're here panicking hoping that he opens it. Which you're in luck because he does open it! "What?? I'm in the middle of my beauty routine here." Vil takes the cucumber out of his eyes and sees you.

"Oh, It's just you. What is it?" You rush in Vil's room, shutting the door behind you. "Okay- Look! I was studying with Rook--" Vil sits on a chair right infront of his vanity mirror. "Hold on a minute, Who's Rook again?" Vil files his nails, listening but just not.. Noticing the blush on your face. "THE GUY IM INLOVE WITH." You reply.

"Oh." Vil hums, gesturing you to continue. "I was studying with Rook in my room-- And he kept on giving me mixed signals! He keeps doing one romantic thing, then say in a friendly way! What does he mean by that..." You melt in Vil's bed, clearly, in despair.

"Sounds like he himself is trying to not fall inlove with you." Vil looks at his nails and continues to file it in perfect shape. "I know!- Wait- What?" You sit up from the bed. "Rook's trying to not fall inlove but it's definitely failing." Vil stops nail filing, cussing at the hang nail that appeared from the nail filing.

"How do you know about that?" You ask. "Duh, I've seen alot of those. You think I never saw through our middle school friend when they had a crush on our other friend?" Vil turns around.

"Oh yeah.. They were acting like they hated them when.." You cover your mouth in realization and nod. "Ah, I get it." You whisper. "So maybe you have a chance with him."

"Maybe I do.. Thanks Vil!"

"Don't even mention it. Also- Remember my advice." Vil points at you with one finger. You roll your eyes playfully and chuckle. "No pressure, No rushing, Take it slow." You repeat his advice. "Good. Now get out of here, I'm not done with my daily routine."

You stand up. "Oh- And you should use the thing I use for the eyebags. It helps alot." You smile. "Are you saying my eyebags are huge?" Vil puts a hand on his chest, you know he's just playing along, but you like to make it more fun. "Maybe. Okay gotta go byeeee!"

You shut the door, Running back to your room.

It's been months since you both began to start a friendship. Not to mention, Vil also is friends with Rook. Even if he felt bad vibes to him, He slowly but surely started to trust him. You, On the other hand, Have just been suffering to Rook's 'oblivious' gestures.

Maybe it's not too oblivious as that day started. Your dream.

You run to Vil. "VIL!" You yell in the hallway, which caused some students to look at you, but you continue to run to him anyways. "What now?" Vil crosses his arms and waits for you to ramble.

"Rook confessed to me!" You take out Rook's letter to you, The one he left in your book when you two were studying together again, Just yesterday. And today was the only time you got to see it. Literally just now. "Huh?! When was this?!" Vil takes the paper from you.

"Just yesterday! He sneaked the letter in my boom when we were studying!"

"And you found out about it now?!"

"YES!!" You shake Vil. "What do I doooo?!"

"Calm down!" Vil pulls you, trying to calm you down. You take a deep breath, exhaling and finally calming down. "Just- Respond to it! Go to him! Tell him! You both cannot go on sending letters of confession to each other instead of talking it out." Vil shakes his head in.. Definitely not approval.

You sigh. "I-I'll try.. But I can't find him!"

"Have you tried the library?"

"Yes!"

"The classrooms?"

"Yes.."

"The courtyard?" You pause, slowly shaking your head. Vil sighs. "Wasn't that the place you both first met? How on wonderland did you not think of going there?.." You put a finger over Vil's lips. "Hush! I'm going now!" You immediately turn around, putting in all your speed to run.

"Don't run too fast! You might trip in your heels!" Vil shouts. "I KNOW!!" You yell back.

You run all the way to the courtyard, but the moment you enter, your heels gets stuck in a small hole and causes you to struggle to keep your balance as you fall forward.

Someome catches you, in his arms. "Ay.. Are you okay, Cheríe?" Rook asks. You look up at the blonde guy. Someone you were looking for! You pull yourself up, fixing your heels and brushing off the dirt that could be on your clothes.

"You! I was looking for you!" Your tone makes Rook feel.. A bit uneasy. Are you mad at him? Why do you sound so mad?? "Oh dear.. Did I do anything wrong?" He asks. "No! You didn't do anything wrong!, Well- Maybe you did something- But it's not wrong!"

You pull up the paper infront of him. "I- Why are you showing me this?- Are you trying to point out the grammar err-" You scoff, This- He wrote a confession and he can't even get a single idea of what you're pointing out!

You wrap your arms around Rook's neck and hug him. Your head on his shoulder. "I'm trying to say I like you too, You imbecile." You mutter.

Rook was surprised for a second, but he shakes off the surprise and pulls you closer, your scent is nice. He could stay like this all day. "I- Don't know what to say. I thought you were just ignoring the letter which meant a no." He whispers.

"Well maybe you should leave it on top of the book, not inside. I opened the book and it had the letter."

"Hehehe.. Sorry."

"You better be. I felt so guilty for not knowing about it sooner." You close your eyes, enjoying the moment you two were sharing.

These months of you two dating were something else, though at some times you both make Vil feel single, It also makes him happy that his childhood friend gets to know how these things feel like.

He wouldn't mind being a thirdwheel. Atleast he'll know if Rook has the intentions to break your heart.

The only struggles you and Rook have is the different dorms. You both are in different dorms. Whenever it's a by dorms thing. You two are so far away from each other.

Until it was the end of the school year.

All of the first years were vibing before they all leave. You and Rook say each other's goodbyes, and say different wishes as a group. "Well we had alot of fun." Lilia chuckles. "Indeed we did, Maybe next time it'll be more fun." Vil nods. "I hope I'm gonna be homeschooled soon.." Idia mumbles to himself.

"Getting homeschooled is quite difficult, Shroud." Malleus butts in. "EEK! I wanna go home!.." He covers himself with the hood.

"Very fun. Wasn't it, Cater?" Trey looks at Cater, Who has his phone. "Yep! Oh! Hey! Let's all take a picture!" Cater raises his phone up in the air, all of the first years gathered in the photo, including Leona. Who doesn't even want to, but is probably forced. "Say first years!"

"FIRST YEAAARS!!!" You all yell, the picture snapping such a remembrance picture. "Heree, I'll send it to you all~" Cater laughs.

Now the fun has to end as you all circled up, making wishes in your minds and greeted each other goodbyes, going in the mirror.

You look at Rook before he and Leona enters. "I'll see you next year?" Rook tilts his head to the side. "Next year!" You wave.

Now that they're gone.. It's time for you, Vil and Cater to enter the mirror to go to Shaftlands.

It was already time for your second years with Vil. You wonder where Rook is, but you didn't seem to recognize or see Rook in the Crowd.

The same, as usual. You're still in Pomefiore. While waiting for the next person to get called up and get sorted in, you see someone familiar. What happened to his hair? "Pomefiore!" The dark mirror yells.

...!

"Rook?" You tilt your head to the side. Recognizing his face. "Bonjour, Amour." Rook takes your hand in his as he kisses the back of your hand. "No welcomes that I'm here?" He teases. You're surprised.. He's.. In your dorm? You look at Vil, Who is also surprised.

"Well, Didn't expect you to..-" Vil clears his throat, stopping his sentence. You look back at Rook, huh. Well isn't this such a dream world you're in. You smile brightly. "Welcome to Pomefiore, Mr. Hunt." You wink at him.

"Why, Thank you, Pretty."

Author's End Note: What is disney gonna do next?!!?

A. finally make nbc background characters an actual character!!

B. make RSA cards of Neige and Chenya!

C. Make us cry by not making both of the above come true!

Drum roll please! The correct answer iss...... C!!!! (ihy please do it already im on my knees)

! do not repost or translate my works anywhere. do not copy or use my works in any site, Reblogs are appreciated alot though !

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educatedsimps · 2 days

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— married atsumu headcanons

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↳ timeskip!atsumu x gn!reader ↳ a/n: this man has me in a chokehold no explanation needed anyway enjoy this pure atsumu brainrot

since atsumu wouldn’t be allowed to wear his wedding ring during games he’d wear it on a thin metal chain around his neck

either a silver or gold chain depending on what ring he has

he’d probably keep it under the collar of his jersey tho ‘cause he wouldn’t want it bouncing around everywhere while he plays, or hitting his face when he jumps and runs around

so every time he wins a game, a really difficult point, or a service ace, he’d take it out and place a quick kiss on the ring

he probably also has your initials carved on it

to him, you’re the only lucky charm he needs, but since you can’t be on the court with him every time, his wedding ring will have to do

if you’re in the stands, he’d look over at you while he holds onto his necklace, shooting you that award winning smile of his

sometimes he throws in a wink for good measure

if you’re not physically there watching him, he’ll point to a camera and hold up his ring

sometimes he gets carried away after an exciting point or serve and meian has to tell him to chill and get his head back in the game

but it's really not his fault he's so in love with you

after the game he’ll take his chain and ring out from under his shirt so it can be seen while he takes pictures with his team or when he does post-game interviews

it became a habit soon enough

he also brings you up every. single. chance. he. gets.

with his teammates and in interviews and on his social media he's always like "yeah hard work is one thing but i wouldn't be where i am today without my s/o"

sakusa is probably sick of listening to atsumu ramble on and on about you before during and after practices

you often get texts from kiyoomi saying "y/n come get your man"

anyway, once he’s home, he’ll clean the chain and ring ‘cause “it’s got all ma nasty sweat on it, don't want ma lucky charm to wear out” (idk if that’s how sweat and metal work but wtv)

he also tells you that as important as your wedding rings are to him, nothing will ever replace you as his good luck charm

omg he just loves you so damn much

i feel like at some point he'd probably just get a tattoo of your name on his ring finger especially if there are games / organisers that don't let him wear any jewellery or accessories

and yes he gets pissed if they don't tell him beforehand, and he spends the whole game salty and pokes jabs at the organisers under his breath

his teammates usually take the brunt of his complaints (sorry jackals)

he'll still wear the ring necklace if he's allowed to tho it's like his favourite accessory

anyway he loves you so much and he never stops thinking of you ‘cause he’s just a huge simp

edits:

i think one reason his ring is so special to him (other than the fact that it's his wedding ring) is also because you proposed to him first

but i mean if you didn't, the ring is still really special to him

and even though he's a pro athlete, he still gets nervous from time to time and knowing that a little bit of you is there with him, physically or not, helps calm him down

like he rubs it a little out of nervousness every once in a while

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penelopepine · 1 day

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Don't be a stranger! Pt. 5

Part 4 Part 5

Simon "Ghost" Riley x FemReader

Content: Neighbors AU, fluff, developing relationship, slight angst, mentioned past deaths

Upon entering the room Simon sees that Johnny and Gaz are already there talking to one another. Silently walking inside he takes a seat next to the others and places the box in front of them all.

“What’s this?” Gaz looks from Simon to the box.

“Cookies, I’ve been told I have to share.”

“These aren’t poisoned are they? Who are they from?”

"They're from his new lady friend! Ain’t that right Ghost?" Johnny interjects before he could answer.

It seems Johnny was still hunting for gossip about who it was that sent him a package, “Quiet down, MacTavish.”

Johnny and Gaz share a laugh between the two of them before both reach out for one of your treats. He had debated actually sharing these with them as he knows they'll be asking for more now. They'll start asking about you, and he won't be able to give them a clear answer; not yet anyway.

“Tell your lass that these are heavenly Lt.!” Johnny moans out as he takes a bite of one of your cookies.

The regret of sharing is already rearing its head it seems. He glares at the man and says, "MacTavish."

It was Gaz who noticed his discomfort right away from the other sergeant's comment. "Come on now, Soap don't antagonize him; Ghost will share what he wants when he's ready." He gives Simon a quick reassuring nod, "but really thank them for us for making these!"

"Will do."

It was at that moment when Price finally stepped inside the room as well, "Good evening lads, what's the reason for this?" He points at the box of treats in front of them with a questioning look on his face.

Johnny clearly goes to answer the question before Gaz hits him on the chest with a pointed look. He then looks towards him, clearly leaving Simon to answer with whatever he felt comfortable admitting about you. "A friend."

Price seemed shocked for a moment that he had even said that much, "Ah a friend; well you'll have to introduce sometime."

"Hmm."

Later he tells himself; later he would introduce you to the team. Once the two of you have spent more time together, maybe once the two of you were together.

Price claps his hands together once as he makes his way towards the front, “Now, let’s get started shall we!" The projector is turned on and the picture of a man appears on the screen. "This here is the man we're hunting for, and Laswell estimates this will be a 2 week op. So prepare yourselves for that lads."

It was the next day when Simon tried to call you. He hoped with each ring that you would pick up, he didn't want to leave you with a voice message before disappearing from you. Hearing your voice one last time before leaving would also ease his mind while away.

Just as he was about to give up and started to mentally prepare what he was going to say to you.

"Hey Simon! Everything ok, you're calling me a lot earlier than you normally would?" You sound worried, which is exactly the opposite of what he wants right now.

"Love, everything is alright. Just letting you know that I'm not going to be available for a few weeks."

It's quiet for a few seconds before you respond, "When are you getting sent out?"

"Tomorrow morning."

"You'll be safe won't you?"

"I'll do my best." Simon would do anything for you; all you needed to do was ask, "and I'll always have a piece of you to remind me to do that." He smiles down at the bracelet, and lightly fidgets with the heart charm.

You give a soft laugh over the phone, "You'll have to make me one next time you’re here. That way I'll have a piece of you too."

He promises to himself that he'll do that for you. As soon as this op is finished he's going to talk to Price about going on leave again. The man already has an idea of what is going on so hopefully he won't question him too much. Considering every other time he was practically dragged off base and forced to go on leave.

"I will, love. I'll also see how soon I can visit again after I get back to base."

"Just let me know when and I'll be there to walk you home from the car!"

The two of you continue to talk for a few more minutes before saying your goodbyes to one another. He can't wait to finish this op and get home to you.

The last two weeks have been absolute hell, but it was all hopefully going to come to an end in just a few hours. All there was to do now was wait; which led him to laying down right next to Johnny as they watched the warehouse.

“I spy with my little eye something…blue.” Johnny whispers next to him. This has been going on for 10 mins now and he was debating with himself if killing the sergeant would be worth it.

“Johnny.”

“Wrong, guess again.”

Killing him is becoming more and more worth it, “Hush.”

“You’re no fun Lt.” Johnny pouted before changing into a gin, “How’s Beads doing by the way?”

“Beads?”

Johnny points to where the bracelet usually sits on his wrist, “Beads, your lass!”

Simon had almost forgotten that he had seen the bracelet while he was moving it to a more secured pocket on his vest. “If I tell you, will you stop being so annoying about this?”

“Cross my heart!”

"Beads," He doesn't necessarily like the nickname, but he doesn't feel comfortable saying your name right now, "Is doing good. She loved the rock you tripped over."

"You fucking sent her that rock?"

"It's displayed in her living room and everything."

When Johnny doesn't immediately respond he looks towards him only to see a soft look gracing his face. "You really like this lass don't you?"

That is what scared him, because he did care about you. He tried to fight it at first; the two of you were never meant to interact after he helped you in your flat. Then the daily morning walks to your work started right after, and he couldn't avoid you after that. “I might.”

"That's a love confession coming from you."

"Maybe it is." He whispers to himself, but based on Johnny's shocked face he probably heard as well.

"Ghost-"

“Target spotted; get ready to move in.” Price's voice comes over the comms interrupting whatever Johnny was going to say.

The topic is immediately dropped after that, and two of them focus on the task once more.

When the plane finally landed back on base Simon made a beeline to his locker to get his phone. Admittedly the talk with Johnny did help him sort out some of his feelings that he had for you. Simon was going to try and get a hard read on you when he goes on leave again; try and see if you were also wanting to take the friendship to the next level.

Turning on his phone he sees that he has a few texts and a voicemail message from you. Reading the text first; there are simple updates about your work and random thoughts you’ve had throughout the day. It was the voicemail that made Simon’s blood go cold.

“Hey Simon,” you sound nervous, that's the first thing he picks up on, “Can you give me a call when you get this. A couple of Russian guys came by today asking about you. I don’t want to worry you, but they were asking a lot of strange questions. Stuff about where you were, and when you would be getting back. It’s probably nothing, but I just felt like I should tell you. I’ll talk to you later…Bye.”

Panic was the only thing going through Simon right now. Quickly checking he sees that the voice message was from a few days ago.

“Fuck!” For all he knew you could be dead right now. He couldn’t go home just to see another person he cared about dead on the floor again.

He calls you; each unanswered ring is just another nail in your coffin.

“Hello.”

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bunnypeew · 14 hours

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Venom - Alastor x gn!reader

WARNINGS: Angst, Fluff, self harm mentioned slightly

oke so again i’m very sad recently,, for reasons,,, so i wanted to write a angst that ends in fluff so you’ve been warned, may be ooc for Alastor!

they never had such a fight to the point where Y/n cried, sniffling and hiccuping all the the way into the argument, and Alastor didn’t know how to handle this since he was mad, he was also in and out of his demon form but he was keeping it at bay as not to hurt them.

“Al you are not listening to me,,

they say with a sigh, then dry away their tears and straights themself up, now with a determined look on their face, they then turned around to leave.

Alastor was taken aback by this move and sent a tentacle to their wrist to stop them from opening the door.

“where do you think you’re going, mon cher?,,

he says in an assertive tone, but still soft at the end of the phrase. He was scared, he was getting scared they were gonna leave and never comeback, he hated that they made him weak, soft.

“i’m going out, I-I just need a moment Al sorry,,

they took off the tentacle gently, he didn’t use force he went limp and looked at them leaving his radio tower, leaving him to himself.

a few hours had gone by and all Alastor did was bounce his foot on the floor and tap his staff with his long claws, he was waiting, surely they’d comeback to him like they always did right? it wasn’t that bad of a fight to him, it was one like the other.

to them tho it was a disappointment, more proof he didn’t listen when they spoke

they went to their hotel room and hid under the blankets of their bed, still crying and sniffling away their pain. Words were stuck in their throat, they felt like venom that was about to kill them, they didn’t like to think bad about Alastor, they loved him a lot so these thoughts were intruding their brain without permission, they started hitting their head slightly, they tended to do that when they were really upset or having a panic attack, they were having also problems breathing so they got up to go to the bathroom to free their nose, that was until they heard a soft knock on the door, it was his classical knock, they flopped their arms down from their nose and sighed, now walking towards the door, cracking it a little bit to see Al staring outside, smile strained as to show he was also very upset, he never did stop smiling but they noticed whenever his emotions shifted.

“mon cher, may i come in please,,

they started considering, looking at the floor then looking back at Alastor then sighing again, they then opened the door for him letting him in the walked and buried themself in th blankets once again.

Alastor had noticed how puffy their eyes were as soon as they opened the door, making him understand that they had been crying for a while now, since they left anyways.

He sits softly down in the bed near them, placing his cane down next to him, he softly sighed looking at the bundle of blankets, still hearing sniffles and cries, his hand reaching out to stroke them but stopped mid air, then flopping back into place next to his body.

“Tu sais, je n'aurais jamais pensé que tu me quitterais comme ça, tu m'as fait peur,,

“You know, i never thought you'd walk out on me like that, you scared me,,

he was speaking french, which meant he was really stressed and truthful, being genuine at the very least, they put their hands in their hair and started pulling slightly Alastor could feel something was wrong so he took the blanket off from their head, seeing what they were doing his heart sunk, he soflty took their hands and pulled them towards his face, they were whining a little bit at the contact and cried even more.

Alastor started kissing at their knuckles, stroking softly with his clawed hands then looked them in the eyes

“I don’t want you hurting yourself because of me, understood?,,

he breathes on their hands kissing again and waiting for some sort of reply from them, they struggled but murmured a little sorry before hiccuping

“oh mon cœur, you don’t have to say sorry, come here,,

he opened his arms for them to crawl on his chest and get comfortable, he started stroking their hair, kissing on it then they sit there in silence for a little while so they could come down

“I adore you, you know that right?,,

he says softly, they nod slightly

everything was peachy again, good.

AAAH I LOVED WRITING THIS!! again it’s a little ooc but i needed it,, i’m a sucker for soft Alastor hope you enjoyed!!

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hazbinhotelie · 3 hours

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Could you do something where Alastor finds a reader who is so innocent and free of sin he has no idea how they ended up in Hell.

Extra points if the reader is so innocent they sell him their soul with no idea what they've done.

(Please make it Soft Alastor though)

TW: mention of suicide. It’s only brief. Everything else is fine!

“There we go! Now the deal is sealed and done,” Alastor said with a grin, rolling up the contract. “Pleasure doing business with you, my dear.”

“Same to you, Al,” I said with a smile.

We stood in his house- apparently he owned a hotel or something, it was just busy at the moment. He said his place would be safer, anyway. Away from other sinners who could hurt me. It made sense to me. I looked around at the old wallpaper, the portraits and decorations. It was nice. Cozy, even.

“Hm,” he said. I turned my attention back to him. He seemed to be thinking about something- about me, judging by the way he was looking at me. “Tell me, why did you sell me your soul?”

“You said you’d protect me,” I said lightly, nonchalant. “I gave you my soul, so now I’m safe from any other demon. You’ve given me a place to stay, food to eat, and clothes to wear. I’m new here and incredibly weak, I’d have died within moments without you. It only makes sense.”

“Yes, but…” he paused for a moment, contemplating whether he should even continue. He had my soul, he’d gotten what he wanted, there was no need to press for information. Still, he found himself curious. “But now I own you. You have to do what I say. You don’t even know me. Were in hell and you followed me to my house willingly and sold your soul to me. Doesn’t that seem like a bad idea?”

“Eh,” I said, giving him a small shrug. I smiled and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “You were the only sinner that spared me a second glance, the only one that was nice to me. That doesn’t make you a good person, but… well…” I sighed. “I figure it makes you better than the others. At least, better to be around. Better to sell my soul to you than some random demon pointing a gun to my head.”

“So… what you’re saying is, you sold your soul to me because I’ve been cordial and not outright mean or rude,” he said. He seemed surprised, as if it were unexpected.

“I mean… it shows that you have standards, at least,” I said sheepishly. “If you’re typically nice and composed, it means I’m safer with you. If I made a deal with a demon that’s always angry and lashing out at others, I could easily be hurt or killed by them.”

“But…” he seemed dumbfounded. He shook his head in disbelief, then turned around and started pacing the room. “This makes no sense,” he muttered. “Say, what is it that got you into hell? You seem awfully nice and… well, naive, to be a sinner at all.”

I shrugged and looked away. “I dunno.”

He stopped and turned to me. “What? What do you mean you don’t know? There has to be something.” He looked me up and down, as if searching for something. “You have no hints on your body as to how you died. How did that happen? Surely it must have something to do with why you’re down here.”

“Suicide,” I replied quietly. I really didn’t want to talk about it, I was desperately wishing he’d just drop the topic. I couldn’t lie or stay silent, he owned my soul. If he wanted information he was going to get it either way, regardless of how it made me feel.

“I… what?” His expression softened, but he still seemed confused. He thought it over in his head. He had lived during the Great Depression, the first time in American history that suicide became an almost common thing- due to everyone being in debt and homeless, many felt hopeless, as if there was no way out. He hadn’t experienced that so he couldn’t relate- and he had no idea of that even applied to me at all. Times had changed, so it could very well be another reason. He opened his mouth to ask, but stopped short. He saw my expression and shook his head. He couldn't bring himself to ask. It couldnt be that important anyway. “I’m sorry,” he said softly.

“It’s okay,” I said, looking at the ground. I was fidgeting a little, nervous. My stomach growled.

Alastors ears perked up at the sound. “You seem hungry, my dear,” he said, jumping on the chance to change the sensitive subject. “How about I show you to the kitchen? It’s been a moment since I’ve last used it, but I’m told I’m quite a good cook.”

“I think I’d like that,” I said, with a small smile. I followed him in and he got to work.

“Now, you can watch but don’t touch anything. I have this place organized in a very particular way and I’d rather it not be messed up- it’d be rude of me to make a guest cook, anyway,” he said, matter of fact.

I smiled and nodded, then sat down and watched him work. He pulled out a cookbook and started making jambalaya- apparently it was a family recipe. He shifted the topic to himself, and told me about his mother and what New Orleans was like when he was alive. I listened, content. I liked listening to him talk. Hell wasn’t a good place by any means, but with him I was comfortable. I could almost forget I was in hell at all.

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driftersreverie · 2 days

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For the lifetime he has lived, Scaramouche had nothing to favor.

There was nothing for him to pick, anyway. He had no hobbies, for all the tasks he learnt to do in the past were just that - tasks. He'd done those out of a need for a purpose, a drive for validation, but Scaramouche was no longer a fledgling stranded on a branch. Flowers and trees are all the same to him, and this unsubstantial world never lacked its flora anyway - always something new to find, to marvel at, then to be bored of in the end. Don't even get him started on mortals — animals and humans alike — that lived the most boring and short and miniscule lives when compared to the lifespan he spent alive. Scaramouche would spit and scowl and curse -- how absurd for one to think he'd care for another worthless life that would just die out in barely half a year he'd know them.

Scaramouche had nothing special to call his favourite, and there was no reason for him to do so then.

But the Wanderer does now.

The Wanderer wakes up in the morning, mechanically so yet humanly still blinking away the fog of sleep. He forgets not his hat, not his scarf, and definitely not the personality of a man-puppet that's lived 500 years and more, then he leaves Buer's side to find you.

His day only truly begins when it's your face that he sees first. He wastes no time; he greets you, says his 'hello's, maybe add something remarkably sassy just to see you hold back your irritation and force a smile so awfully unlike you. The Wanderer snickers, a battle won in which he knows you liked him enough not storm off like a certain "senior" Kshahrewar (he's older, mind you) or scatter like bugs on a kitchen floor. Without warning, you then held his hand in yours, perfectly fit as all things should be, and he doesn't shy away - at least, you don't think so. The only thing that gave him away, had you looked closer, is the downwards tilt of his hat, and the uncharacteristic smile he cannot suppress.

With you, the Wanderer finds good company in ridiculous, inaccurate history books; in boring, nosy lectures he loathed to join; in the busy streets and bustling bazaars that he disliked strolling through; and in the stillness of the night and his quiet mind. He never realizes it, but he looks forward to seeing that wonderful smile on your face. Every sarcastic quip he would anticipate your bright laugh, no matter how many times he'd call it grating for his mechanical ears. In each and every joyous expression, this childish and naive puppet hopes that he'd remain the sole reason for them.

Yes, the Wanderer fails to see a reason to start having favourites in this new chance of life, but he didn't need a reason nor excuse to allow you to claim your place in his heart - his number one priority and first exception to everything.

(And because I partake in EBG; @iceunhie @naraven . Thank me later ;D - assistant)

#- gales of reverie #scaramouche fluff #scaramouche x reader #wanderer fluff #wanderer x reader #genshin x reader #wanderer genshin #scaramouche genshin impact

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Hi! You have a really cool blog and have been getting me into indie RPGs, so firstly just thanks :) But anyway, any RPGs that could work well in a play-by-post format, even if you'd need to homebrew or hack it a little? Online friends on the other side of the world are a beast.

THEME: Play-by-Post.

Hello friend! So I haven’t done a lot of play-by-post games, but I’ve tried it out once or twice. I think in many cases, you might not even need a ttrpg in order to do online roleplay; I’ve played in Star Wars pbp that used the FFG system, but I’ve also seen Star Wars forums that are completely text-based and host their own wikis on information that’s been established in their world to keep track of what's happened so far.

That being said, I can understand having a framework to help guide you, especially if you enjoy the structure of traditional ttrpgs. The possibilities of playing these games by post are vast, although I'm noticing that most of the old forums have migrated over to Discord these days - and Discord makes things like rolling dice so easy, so it makes sense!'

If you're converting a ttrpg that uses dice into something that is play-by-post, you'll have a dice-bot, while if you're using a game that has no dice, or is a little more free-form, then that's one less mechanical piece that you'll need to worry about. Other considerations will likely be things like where you put character sheets, whether the game will be organized in a West Marches format or more like a traditional story, and how often players will be expected to write up what they're doing.

All of this is to say that the following recommendations are just the tip of the iceberg, really. Some of these are designed for play-by-post, while others are just games that I've seen out in the wild before.

Lords of Creation, by Five Points Games.

Lords of Creation is a rules-lite cooperative world building game with a focus on the Divine. Players create Divinities and populate a fresh, open world with a focus on myth telling and lore. The game is intended to be played via Play by Post, allowing players to run multiple societies, factions and elements at once.

Five Points Games clarifies in the game text that this game isn’t really their brainchild, but rather the culmination of play-by-post roleplaying on old WOTC forums. It’s a game about divinity and world creation, and each “turn” of the game takes place over the course of a real-time week. I think this gives a lot of time for each player to be involved in each step of the game, as well as providing in-universe ways to manage players who no longer participate, or who need to stop playing for one reason or another. Lords of Creation is also GM-less, allowing everyone to participate in a partial player, partial GM-style role.

Yowl! What A Strange Hotel, by Zargo Games.

Yowl! is a reviewing service that allows customers to rate establishments from 1 to 6 stars and tell the important details of their stay in a handful of paragraphs. This game is about telling the story of a particular establishment, in this case a hotel, through a series of Yowl! reviews. Reviews are from a different perspective each time, and should reveal something interesting and unusual about the hotel. Is there a dark secret that the hotel is hiding, or is something even stranger going on?

Yowl! looks to be designed for a shorter length of play. Together you will create a strange hotel, and then take turns leaving reviews, letting little pieces of information contribute to a larger story-line as you go. I think this is a relatively simple way of playing by post, although it relies mostly on each player’s creativity, as the game doesn’t come with any prompts.

World /Chronicles of Darkness Games (currently published by Onyx Path).

The World of Darkness franchise is a beast, and has been fuelling play-by-post form play for decades. There’s a number of reasons this collection of settings has been so popular.

It’s focused on factions and politics, which means that a large number of people can join in and fill out various political groups and start plenty of drama with each-other. Because the drama is so juicy, dice rolls can fade into the background. (I don’t think that stops you from being able to use it in a small group though!)

It’s got oodles and oodles of lore, but it’s set within the real world, so players can use something like Google Maps to create a fantasy version of a real-life city, and it provides a solid frame of reference.

It’s been around for a long time, which means that there is so much in terms of resources and advice that you can look at, such as the Onyx Path forums, or the WoD Discord Server.

The Chronicles of Darkness games are specifically designed to be cross-compatible. Changelings, Hunters, Vampires, Werewolves and more can all interact in the same universe - as long as the GM is on board with it. Most of the base rules are the same, with some tweaks for each splat, so if you have some players that really want to play a werewolf, while others are more interested in becoming mages, you can combine the two no problem!

Chuubo’s Marvelous Wish-Granting Engine, by @jennamoran.

The Chuubo’s Marvelous Wish-Granting Engine RPG is a dice-less RPG from Jenna Katerin Moran, author of the well-regarded Nobilis and an important contributor to Eos’ Weapons of the Gods and White Wolf’s Exalted RPG.

Pursue fabulous quests. Progress through Issues. And find a place for yourself in a world of breathtaking beauty.

Chuubo’s Marvelous Wish-Granting Engine doesn’t require dice, but rather asks you to role-play through scenes and spend points in line with your character quests. You gain XP for the experiences your character has, the way they interact with other characters, and the steps they take to move towards completing their quest. Because character advancement is dependant on role-play, I think Chuubo’s is a great way to prompt interactions in a play-by-post setting, and character advancement is both a compelling reason for folks to participate and an engine that feeds the storytelling machine.

The rulebook for this game can be a bit of a big read, but there’s a starter adventure included, with pre-built characters to help you get going.

Kids on Brooms and Teens in Space, by Hunters Entertainment.

Kids on Brooms is a collaborative role-playing game about taking on the life of a witch or wizard at a magical school you all attend that uses the “Powered by Kids on Bikes” system, first used in the award winning Kids on Bikes. Kids on Brooms is a rules-light storytelling system that takes you on magical adventures.

Teens in Space is a space opera RPG that uses the “Powered by Kids on Bikes” system. Teens in Space is a rules-light storytelling system that takes you into the cosmos for adventure and profit.

Both of these games use the teen-horror inspired game Kids on Bikes. Since these games rely heavily on polyhedral dice, I think setting up a discord server that also has a dice bot is the way to go with this one. You can choose a character from archetypes provided in the books, or create your own piece-by-piece. Different locations could be represented by different Discord channels, and since these games seem to work really well in regards to mysteries, I think a GM could focus on putting clues in different locations for characters to find, allowing the characters to slowly piece together a mystery over time.

I think Kids on Bikes is a kind of game that is going to require a lot more work to replicate as a play-by-post game than some of the other games on this list, because characters will need to roll dice in order to get things done, and it's best used in a small group. However, one thing I think really works well for these systems is the relationship questions that you roll on to determine how your characters relate to each-other. It gives you a connection right from the get go, and it can give the players something to work with while they're finding their feet.

Belonging Outside Belonging Games.

As a rule, Belonging Outside Belonging games don’t require dice, and as a common feature, BoB games don’t usually require GMs either. Characters are typically organized into playbooks; tropes or classes or collections of abilities that both define characters and make it easier for new players to find their rhythm. These playbooks will come with three categories of abilities: things that you can always do, things that require a token to activate, and things that reward you with a token when you do them. These games also usually include the setting itself as a playbook, or a divided series of responsibilities handed out to each player.

I can imagine a play-by-post form of game moving between descriptive scenes and active scenes, with players alternating between introducing elements of the setting / narrative obstacles; and describing how their characters react to these new events. (I've also seen this kind of thing happen on a Wanderhome server.)

Some Belonging Outside Belonging games that sound interesting to me are Lunar Echoes (a solar punk hack of Wanderhome), Geese at the Beach (chaotic water fowl looking for shines), and Capitalites (urban Asian young people trying to figure out who they are).

I hope you found this useful!

#tabletop games #indie ttrpgs #game recommendations #dnd #asks #play by post

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glendover · 3 days

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“am I flinch?“

okay, idk if I want to theorize but I still think it’s sooo interesting that Troy decides to hold his entire “am I flinch” speech in front of Stinky, a Mikey who presumably doesn’t know about Flinch, or doesn’t care much about the mystery around Flinch. A Mikey who doesn’t know a lot about any of the woe.begone stuff actually and thus doesn’t have a real interest in it or obtaining further information on the matter. So should Troy turn out to be Flinch then he’s not being found out right away by telling Stinky, but makes the listener go “huh??”. Because the likelihood of Stinky telling the others about it are slim. He didn’t really listen to Troy and he hadn’t brought it up after their mission was done. So I hardly think he’s deeming it as important and more as just a thing Troy did, bc he’s Troy. But even if Stinky would tell the others, I don’t think they would necessarily believe him. Because what? Troy tweaked out and rambling about being Flinch? Sounds made up.

now some reasons why Troy being Flinch would make sense (in no particular order or sense):

he’s rich (where did he get all that money from??? certainly not from working at OVER)

him acting all suspicious and telling Stinky that he’s flinch

acting dumb as a cover up is fucking smart

it’s suspicious that he went into the river, the place they all try to get to this finale, to clean his show from piss (like bro aren’t you old enough to be able to not piss directly onto your shoe????? 😭😭)

It would just be so funny if flinch was just a dude, who happened to be really smart when it comes to that one thing but not so smart the rest of the time (should it not be an act and Troy is genuinely not so “bright”)

reasons why he’s not flinch:

he’s literally just a little guy

no but even if he wasn’t Flinch I need to know how Troy knows about Flinch. Especially since he’s so good at forgetting names and important details. So how does he know??? Also why would they tell Troy? It’s not like finding out who flinch is had been the Mikes’ priority. It’s quite the opposite actually, they haven’t really thought or talked about Flinch in general.

Anyway, I’m keeping this thought carousel “short” because it’s going nowhere. But this has genuinely been something that had me pause in the s13 finale.

#need to listened to all the episodes that mention flinch again to gather further information on this 🫡#woe.begone #w.bg #woe.begone spoilers

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I wanted to do another speed write, so here it is.

They're sitting in the living room, and for once they're all together.

Together, except not, because each of them is off in their own bubble and it feels like when they were kids. When they could just be around each other without reason or need to talk or have a purpose to be there for.

Ian and Mickey are beside each other on the couch, watching something from Ian's phone. Debbie absentmindedly braids Franny's hair as she watches some documentary which is playing. Carl is playing a seemingly very intense game of draughts with Lip across the living room table. Liam pours over his homework on the other end. Tami is messaging one of her coworkers in the armchair.

The only one missing is Fiona, and the loss is acute but bearable.

Lip cheers as he manoeuvres his piece to take three of Carl's at once. Carl huffs and rolls his eyes, clearly losing but choosing to continue playing anyway.

It's then that Liam closes his maths book and opens up his backpack, placing the completed homework inside and pulling out a coloured cube.

"Lip." Liam states, tiredly.

"Mhm." He's focussed on the board, trying to absolutely annihilate his brother.

"Can you solve this?" He asks, holding up the Rubik's cube in one hand, staring at it like an enemy.

Lip turns and looks at it, frowning. "No. Why?"

Liam sighs. "If I can bring it in solved my teacher said she'd give me extra credit. We all got one."

"Just move the stickers around." Lip advises.

"I already thought of that. It doesn't have stickers, the colours are just on each piece. It's a fancy one."

"Liam, your teacher's scamming you. Those things are impossible. The only people who can solve them are magicians or just really lucky." Lip tells him.

"They're not impossible." Mickey snarks, rolling his eyes. "Give it here." He makes a gesture at Liam.

"Why?" The boy asks skeptically.

"I can solve it." He explains, like it's obvious.

"Really, Mick?" Lip says with a voice full of doubt.

"Yes, asshole. Now hand it over."

Lip raises his eyebrows but Liam tosses it to Mickey.

"You can solve a Rubik's cube?" Ian questions.

"Yes." Mickey replies as he starts shifting the sides and the middles, turning it around in his palms to figure out the patterns. His tongue pokes out of his cheek as he focusses. "It's been a while, I'm rusty. So it might take a minute."

Lip snorts. "Just admit it's impossible."

"Shut the fuck up, dick."

The rest of the room goes back to their own devices, momentarily entertained by the conversation but ultimately disinterested. Only Ian continues to watch as Mickey plays around with the colours, slowly building the cube to completion. Even Liam turns away, choosing to start on his English homework instead of watching something he doesn't think will yield results.

It's clear no one thinks he'll actually be able to do it.

Ten minutes of clicking pieces ensue, and Ian returns to his phone.

After another ten minutes, the cube is slammed onto the table, six perfectly neat and completed sides displayed clearly.

Ian glances up to see it, and has to double take. Lip looks stunned, and Liam looks at the cube like it's his greatest enemy.

"Woah." Carl states.

"How did you do that?" The youngest Gallagher rages. "I've been trying all day!"

"I learnt ages ago. Found one of 'em in the back of a car we stole. Got bored and used YouTube to learn it. I could probably do it in less time now that I've figured it out again." Mickey shrugs, and Ian looks fucking awed.

"There's no fucking way you just solved that. You didn't mix it right, Liam. I'll make it really messed up, then I bet he can't." Lip challenges, messing up the solved puzzle again.

Mickey shrugs again. "It ain't about how 'hard' you make it, Phillip. It's a system."

Lip ignores him, then presents him with a thoroughly scrambled product a few moments later.

"Solve that." He says, smugly.

"Easy, bitch." Mickey smirks, then starts again.

Ian watches with extreme interest, this time and the rest of the Gallaghers are just as transfixed.

He completes the white side first, slowly building the red, green, blue and orange, then working on the yellow. At a point, it looks almost done, only the yellow corners are out of place. Then, Mickey messes it all up.

"Don't do that!" Ian shouts. "You're messing it up again."

Mickey's attention never leaves the coloured squares. "Fuck off, I know what I'm doing." And he keeps turning the faces until suddenly it all comes together again. "See, Lip. Doesn't fucking matter."

Lip looks horrified. "There's no way."

"That's cool, Mickey." Debbie chirps, grinning at Lip's reaction.

"That's so cool." Carl's eyes are sparkling. "Even Lip isn't smart enough to do that."

"Shut up, Carl." Lip rolls his eyes, kicking at his brother playfully. "It's a kids game."

"Yeah, a kids game you can't do." And then the two are tussling light heartedly.

But Ian's attention is completely on Mickey, who seems absolutely calm about the whole thing.

Later on, they're lying in bed together and Ian won't stop staring at him.

"I can feel you looking at me, man. What's up with you?" Mickey asks, thoroughly unimpressed.

"Solve it again." Ian orders without explaining, extracting Liam's (again messed up) cube from the nightstand to his husband.

"Why? You don't believe I can do it?" Mickey counters, prepared to prove him wrong.

"No, I think you can. But-" Ian leans in to whisper into his ear, "-I wanna see you do it again."

Mickey raises his eyebrows. "Coloured squares turn you on, Gallagher?"

"Mmm. Hot husbands who know how to solve the coloured squares turn me on." Ian grins down at him salaciously.

Mickey laughs and Ian shoves at his hands where they're clutched around the cube.

"I'll suck you off while you do it." Ian tells him, moving down his body.

"I like the sound of that." Mickey drawls and starts moving the pieces hurriedly.

Ian smiles.

Okay, I don't know what happened to this, it wasn't meant to get smutty but my brain went to kink and I obey my brain.

Either way, I hope you enjoyed.

This may or may not have anything to do with how proud I am that I can solve a Rubik's cube.

#gallavich #shameless #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #ian x mickey #gallavich fic #shameless fanfiction #speedwrite #speed write

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neet-elite · 2 days

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↳ EVENT 08. Harvey (Corruption Kink & Anal)

Pairing: Harvey / F!Reader Genre: Smut 18+ WC: 2,616 Warnings: corruption kink, anal (m receiving), sex toy, strap on, consent checks, masturbation, established relationship Prompt(s): 12 — corruption kink + 19 — anal Event Masterlist: CLICK HERE!!

A/N: ignore the flimsy excuse for getting harvey to try out a strap on okay this is PORN we run with SILLY FICTIONAL story lines <3 anyway, i haven't written for harv in a year or so? so please excuse any OOC or terribly written moments </3 im trying to get into his mind despite never talking to him in game LOL.

His voice is shaky and unsure when he eventually gains the confidence to speak, interrupted only by brief bouts of nervous laughter as you hold the silicone item before him, seemingly proud of the size and girth of it, confident that he'll react the way you want. And it's not that he's intent on disappointing you, God no, so far from it! It's just, well;

"Are you sure this'll help me relax?"

He hadn't meant to sound so taken aback, disbelief tainting his otherwise genuine question. But the strap on you so happily wiggle before him is a little intimidating, if he's honest. That, and his analytical mind is unable to conjure up any reason as to why the offending item will supposedly help him de-stress, get him out of his shell as you so eloquently put it earlier on in the week. He's not one to judge, but the scepticism is likely clear on his face; he's never been the best at hiding his emotions. And neither are you apparently, his expression prompting the fall of your own after his admittedly meek questioning leaves his heart hurting a little, aching to reach out and cup your cute little cheeks as a soft reminder that he trusts you! He's just a little anxious, as per usual.

But, you make the first move. Like always, swooping in to save him when his heart is hammering and he struggles to find the right words to express himself appropriately. It's one of his favourite things about you, honestly. How you manage to sync up with him so well without even trying. The romantic within him pinning it down to fate, or destiny.

The look of sympathy you offer him is very much appreciated, an immediate balm to his anxiety ridden heart. Better yet are your sweet reassurances that follow.

"We don't have to do this if you don't wanna, Harvey," Though, the gentle pass of your fingers running up and down his already exposed thigh is all the convincing he needs to proceed ahead with caution, but still he listens to you. Waits for an opportunity to say his piece. "You can always say no— I just think that dabbling outside of your comfort zone might show you that anxieties aren't always telling the truth, y'know?"

While part of him understands that you only have the best of intentions, pretty words promising to help heal him— even if in an odd way. The other half of him is still anxious, fists balled into the familiar sheets below as he trembles before you on your shared bed. When he married you, he knew that there would be obstacles to overcome, difficulties that could—and would—be shared. However, he never expected this. To be stark naked in bed, the pretty sight of you in some delicate lingerie doing wonders for his lust, cock already hard and dripping precum down to his tummy without needing to be touched too much. The strap on you so boldly hold drawing his attention front and centre, gulping at the thought of using it in any capacity beyond decoration.

Still, he persists. Even if only because he trusts you. Completely and utterly, placing all of his faith in you to cure the doctor himself. Where he's failed, he's certain that you'll be able to help— and, there's the added benefit of making you happy too! Something he always strives for.

"No, no," He rushes to answer your acknowledgement of his predicament. "Like you said, um... I think it's worth a shot!"

Ever the vanilla, being pegged as you described it has never crossed his mind before. He knew it existed, of course, but it's never been a topic of discussion in his mind other than: huh, that exists. However, thanks to your insistence on the topic, even going out of your way to research and prep all of the necessary items for the big event, he thinks it's worthwhile trying. There's no use in outright declining an attempt, he'll never know whether he likes it or not without at least trying!

And he's been wanting to be more sexually adventurous with you, even if his thoughts revolved more around having you be on the receiving end of such experimentation. The analysist within him is excited at the prospect of potentially discovering new things about himself, whereas the realist is worried over the practicalities.

Which is where you, fortunately, come in. God forbid he explore the topic on his own, pushing his glasses up in an attempt to focus on the situation at hand, doing his best to not touch his cock to the sight of your pretty smile as you shuffle closer, finding home between his legs. "All right," You start, helping him spread his legs a little wider, toying with the beads of precum at his tip before grabbing the length of his cock with a teasing touch. He inadvertently bucks into the feeling of your soft hands, heat rushing to his cheeks at the cute giggle you let out in response to how sensitive he is.

"Let's warm you up, then."

Two fingers, coated in a mixture of saliva, precum, and lube, press deep inside of him. It's an odd feeling, not wholly unbearable, inching on pleasurable the longer you rest them inside of his asshole. But still, definitely, uncomfortable. Which is probably obvious given how his face scrunches up in inadaptability, slightly cringing at the newfound feeling in his lower half.

"How are you feeling, love?" You tenderly ask him, and it takes him a moment to collect his thoughts. Another few to gather the strength to speak with the pressure he's experiencing below the belt.

"Uh... Weird. I think?" He questions even himself, eyes trained on the way his cock bobs and jerks under him, matching the lazy strokes in and out of his ass from your fingers. It's difficult to deny that some part of him does enjoy the feeling your offering him, it's just that it's new, he decides. Yeah, it's just new and he's just anxious, worried about his performance, how he must look to you right now, slightly hunched over himself as an instinctual reaction to the tension of your fingers inside of him.

And the light laughter you let out given his response only heats his cheeks up some more, his own fingers tightly fisting into the sheets in soft embarrassment. "It's okay, Harvey. I think most people feel that way when they just start too. Give it a few minutes, and then we can decide if you wanna stop or keep going, okay?"

Okay, that he can work with. Once again relaxing his posture, leaning back against the bed headboard to let you work your magic. It only takes a minute or so longer for your words to ring true, for his trust in you to bear fruit— resulting in his body jerking forward at a mere prod against his insides.

"W-Wait!" He ends up gasping, surprised at the tone his exclamation carries itself with, but nonetheless he continues rambling. "What— wait, what was that?" He almost laughs, tenderness present in how his hand wraps lightly around your wrist that's pressed against his ass. He's not even aware that he's doing it until you just as affectionately remove his hand, cooing sweetly for him to relax.

"Told you it'd feel good." You smile, toothy and wide for him to further trust, wide eyes imploring you to show him more of what you mean, because now his interest is piqued.

With every curl of your deft fingers inside, as if pressing on a feel good button, his upper body jerks forward with his cock, spilling precum aplenty for the fingers you have buried knuckle deep in his hole. The once weird and strange feeling in his abdomen soon becoming known and hot. The well acquainted burn in his tummy that he so often experiences when you're touching him slowly climbs back to where it should be, increasing only because you decide to slowly stroke his pulsing cock in tandem with your finger strokes.

His toes curl with your fingers, huffs of air rushed out only for him to gasp it back in, half moans and stuttered words, he's not quite sure what he's trying to convey. One things for sure though, and that's that he doesn't feel so worried any more. The comfortable pooling of lust in his core convincing him to seek out only what feels good, forget about everything else. And he's about to warn you of his fast approaching orgasm, but when words yet again fail him, God can you blame him with the way your fingers skilfully explore his insides, making him feel things he never thought possible, his body does all the talking for him. Shaking under you, panting for air with every pump of your fingers, carding through his hair to clean off the dripping sweat from his forehead.

And then you stop. Suddenly and carelessly. And though he can breathe again, only a pitiful whine escapes him at the loss of stimulation.

"The main event waits, love."

Your reminder of the object to his side startles him out of his lust filled stupor, but only for a moment. For his cock remembers how good it felt to have you inside of him just moments ago, finding himself eagerly nodding for you to proceed, a reassuring grasp at your arm while you get yourself strapped up conveying the message of: please, I'd do anything to feel that way again. Once reserved, now needy.

To be in this position, that is to be under you and not the one on top lining his tip up to your hole, feels strange. Not necessarily in a bad way, but rather... It leaves his head a little dizzy. Body tingling under your touch at the excitement coursing through him, wanting more than anything to keep his mind as empty as it's been turned from your touch.

He feels you tug at his ass, a brief moment of shyness creeping up on him before you compliment him on how pretty it looks. A word he never thought possible to describe himself, but he easily trusts that you're being honest when your gaze meets his own, and he can see the matching hearts in your eyes.

"Be gentle, please..." He mutters, overwhelmed with love and affection for you as you rub the silicon tip up and down between his cheeks, dribbling copious amounts of lube over it despite how wet and pink his asshole already is.

He's not sure why he said it, considering that you are the love of his life and you've already proved to him just how good exploring new things is, helping him relax into the comfy pillows and sheets below as he wiggles himself lower down to get into position for you. But oh to have you lean over him and whisper about how proud you are of him, and how you've always wanted to see him under you like this, distracting him with words of praise as you slowly push the tip of the toy into his stretched out asshole feels so good, ah... Leaves his mouth hanging open and glasses slipping down his nose, a little loving groan escaping him when you kindly help push them back up.

Something as big as the toy almost feels like the experience is restarting all over again, feeling all funny and full in his tummy until you manage to work your faux cock inside of him enough to be fully sheathed. The weight of the toy heavy against his squirmy insides, his brows furrowed in sheer horny frustration.

"Gonna move now, okay?"

He doesn't trust his voice right now, merely nodding up at you as his hand reflexively wraps tight around his throbbing cock when you draw your hips back, squeezing at the base of it as you thrust your hips forward. And the pace is settled quickly, nice and easy and gentle enough for him to grow accustomed to the toy exploring his insides— helped by the fact that he's effectively masturbating in front of you while you tenderly pound his twitching hole.

Tugging his cock up and down, moaning openly at how slippery he feels, front and back. He can barely focus on your face due to his eyes continuously rolling back, body jerking up the bed with your every thrust, humping inside of his tight heat so nicely that he can't help but to compliment you. Spilling babbled thanks between sighs of satisfaction, helping you fuck into him by sliding his ass down onto the toy when he can; as much as possible anyway, given his laying down missionary position under you.

And the feeling of your nails on his thighs, prompting him to lift his legs up and oh— shit.

"Ah, wait—" He begs of you, but certainly doesn't stop jerking off, and he's all too happy for himself when you don't heed his warnings either. Nails digging into the fat of his thighs, pumping the silicone cock in and out of his hole at a new angle; one that immediately tightens the ball of lust in his tummy. "I'm close, gonna cum if you keep going like— ah, like that—!" He urges you for a breather, but when he catches your smirking expression, he understands intimately what you'd rather do.

So he doesn't complain when he feels you pick up the pace, a muffled slap! filling the room with every wet fuck forward you make inside his ass. Moans dripping from his lips, intermingled with half gasps of your name, whines for you to stop, or was it don't stop? Fucking his fist faster too, attempting to match your unfair thrusts, but he's too sloppy with it. Mind too far gone with pleasure to actually attempt to jerk off, instead just idly playing with himself because it feels good. Something he's scarcely done before, but you've brought out some new side of him tonight. One that needs and whines and begs for more, back arching off the sheets when your tip repeatedly knocks against that sensitive spot inside again and again, just like earlier with your fingers.

All he can do is silently stare, brows furrowed in concentration of your every greedy stroke inside, fucking his ass so good that he feels a little numb, honestly. Ropes soon shoot from his tip as his orgasm washes over him, thick and white. Spurting all over his chest, a couple shots landing on his glasses for which he hasn't the capacity to care about, not when you continue to fuck him through the good feeling. Making sure to hump every last drop of cum out of his cock with your toy, milking him dry, his tightly wrapped fist glazed over with sticky seed.

And before clarity has a chance to hit him, he scrambles to beg you to continue, to prolong his empty mind and the good feeling between his legs. The doting smile you wear upon his broken pleading is confirmation enough that you enjoy that idea very much so too.

At least for now, his troubles are far away. And, if ever he needs help in future again, he knows what to ask for. Excited about all the new possibilities your little experiment has brought out of him tonight, wanting to eagerly explore as many options as possible in the safety of your shared 4 walls for the rest of the night.

You wouldn't mind, would you? If he asked for more, a tinge of greed gripping his heart as he watches you fuck him all better.

#500 event!#sdv smut #stardew valley smut #sdv harvey smut

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leonenjoyer69 · 2 days

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Do you have any hcs about whole/mind Jekyll :0 (I've fallen in love with him 😔)

OF COURSE! you basically just opened my ramble can >:3

First of all! Like I mentioned before, Whole Jekyll is the closest to Jekyll Pre-split (and may actually just be him pre-split), but kinda fucked up from being trapped in the mind scape. He yearns for his halves to combine again so he can live somewhat normally again.

So, Whole Jekyll, or Harry (as Mind Lanyon calls him, and I may start too, lmao), can manipulate the mindscape to a decent degree, though he can't get rid of the nightmares. He does help keep them locked away though when stray ones escape their confinement (of course this was before Hyde unleashed them, which made Harry VERY upset). He can also enter and somewhat interact with the memories, letting himself take Jekyll's place and feel the things around him in the memory (to a certain degree). The ones he visits most often are the relationship with Lanyon in university (any of them, but especially the more tender and physical, innocent touch-heavy ones), the break up, and the aftermath of the potions creation. He sweeps these memories quite consistently, trying to see where he went wrong and if there's anything he can use to fix this. Of course, he should know there's not by now, but he desperately clings to that hope. Plus, he doesn't have much else to do.

He tries to get the attention of Jekyll and Hyde, but can't seem to make himself heard by them, though he believes he's able to ever so slightly sway their thoughts or words every once in a while. When not perusing memories, trapping nightmares, or talking with Mind Lanyon, he's usually always watching what Jekyll and/or Hyde are doing. Generally, he's trying to sway them in any way possible that could bring them closer to being whole again, but he never succeeds. Sometimes, he feels so drained that all he can do is silently watch.

Also, since I'm a sucker for Scottish Jekyll (as we've seen), he speaks with a bit of an accent that he can't seem to drop, no matter how much he sits through the memories of Lanyon's english lessons. It's not super strong, but it's definitely there, and he'll slip in a few Scottish words every once in a while. It also tends to get a bit worse when he's revisiting older memories. The accent kinda annoys mind Lanyon sometimes, but he's learned there's truly nothing to do about it (he's certainly tried)

Onto Mind Lanyon, Harry tends to hang out in different areas than Lanyon, the main ones being the subconscious, where he watches Jekyll and Hyde (he can't seem to go any higher than the deeper parts of the subconscious, though he hasn't really tried too hard to) and deeper in the unconscious, where most of the nightmares lurk. Of course, Harry acts as a sort of nightmare exterminator to Mind Lanyon, who's literally terrified of them. (Also, I firmly believe that it was Harry that found all of Mind Lanyon's little gentleman ghosts to keep him company, since Mind Lanyon complained about how little he saw him).

Anyways, mind Lanyon is a good bit different from real Lanyon, but Harry finds him to be good company when he needs it. Mind Lanyon has this uncanny calming effect on him, despite his oddities and prissy, distant attitude. Mind Lanyon would never intentionally hurt Harry, he likes him too much (and he refuses to be stuck talking to no one but Mind Frankenstein). Back to the reason I mentioned the areas Harry hangs in tho! Mind Lanyon spends most of his time in the library and Hall of memories, half the time just looking for Harry, though he claims he's just keeping an eye out for nightmares that slipped through (they both know that's mostly a lie tho), and the other half just reading.

mind Lanyon will sometimes fuss over Harry's hair, complaining about it being an ungentlemanly rats nest. He has also tried fixing it a few times, but it never worked.

I'm thinking of a few story ideas with him (ik, dangerous since I've already got a story I'm working on). In one, at some point Harry is actually able to stumble across Hyde (or Hyde stumbles upon him). Don't know where in the timeline it'd be set, but meeting him would definitely confuse and freak Hyde out lmao. Otherwise, I have another little idea where Harry's able to force himself up into the conscious, where he's finally able to talk to the other two and hang out in the mirrors and such. Don't know if ill do anything with those ideas, but they're there!

Omg!!! Also!!! I forgot about the strings lmao. Any major conflict between Jekyll and Hyde, or super high stress moments, cause the corresponding (depending on which half is suffering) strings to tighten and tug a bit. This makes the bandages nice, considering how often that's gotten lately (and even before, with Jekyll's workaholic tendencies). He can still usually move his arms quite freely, but sometimes the pulling is bad enough that he can't. He's tried to follow where the strings are pulling him, but at a certain point the pulling stops all together, and he's left a no true destination. Otherwise, they're ethereal, so they usually stay short enough to keep out of his way.

Also, he kept a journal for a very good while (actually managed to start a second one), but eventually his writings became increasingly nonsensical and messy. Paranoid doodles and ramblings began covering pages, to the point where he simply stopped writing in it bc he didn't like seeing the pages. It's still around the mindscape though, somewhere...

OKAY, THAT'S ALL FOR NOW, honestly that was less of HC and more of me just info dumping BUT I SHAN'T APOLOGIZE. Anyways, thank you if you read all this, he's one of my new babies, I love his tortured little soul <3 THANK YOU FOR THE ASK :33

#tgs #jekyll and hyde #the glass scientists #henry jekyll #oc: “whole” jekyll #my ramblings #answered asks

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loriannbowman · 1 day

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Honkai Star Rail X Arknights | Yandere!Sunday X Sankta!Reader | Part Four

To those who are leaving such nice comments, thank you. Sorry for the long wait, my brain needs time to warm up before it can even start cooking.

@sarcastic-cookie

I don't know if I linked this right... but I hope I did. Anyway Onto the read!

The conversation between you and Sunday continued for a while, more than an hour seems to pass in the blink of an eye. This conversation was only on your side of the story, hardly ever touching on Sunday's own background and knowledge. This doesn't seem very fair to you.

"So," you say causally, "Are you ever gonna tell me what's going on here? Or with you? I can't just keep babbling about myself forever, ya'know."

Sunday hums lightly, his eyes closed in a serene thought. A gentle light seems to emit from above him, casting an aethereal halo around his frame.

After a moment, Sunday lets out a deep sigh. He opens his deep gold-blue eyes and stare directly into yours. His gaze is deep and almost intimate.

"I guess I should begin, yes? I would have to start all the way to the beginning of Penacony..."

His voice is soft and sweet, very appropriate for the angel looking man. His demeaner and elegance is almost intimidating for your casual and crass nature.

"Penacony was originally a planet that acted as a prison - that's where it got it's name - a colony of penal labourers. However, the great aeon, Xipe, and their great Memoria, allowed the remolding of Penacony into what it is today, though, this is heavily simplified."

"Who is... Sheep-A?"

Sunday chuckles, however it has a lingering of darkness hiding withing his heavenly voice.

"Xipe is an Aeon, THE Aeon of Harmony. They are a being of high stature, one that one can only hope to be blessed by one day."

Before he can ramble on, what you can only think is cult-like devotion, you have to ask.

"What... is an Aeon? Is it like... a god? Are they like Kjeragandr or Sui?"

Sunday only smiles and tilts his head, an unidentifiable aura surrounding him.

"I guess you could call them that. They are our being of worship here on Penacony. They are the reason the dreamscape exists in the first place."

"Oh, I think I get it. Cool. Sorry for the interruption. You can continue..." you say sheepishly.

"It's truly alright. Wanting to learn more about Xipe is only a natural thing.

"Anyway, during the creation of Penacony as it is now, five main family arose to take on governmental leadership. These families include: the Iris Family, the Bloodhound Family, the Alfalfa Family, the Nightingale Family, and of course, the Oak Family."

"The one you're head of."

"Yes, that is correct," he smiles, "You have a good memory."

You simply shrug your shoulders. To be honest, your memory is terrible and only ever remembers the things that interest you - and the study of Oripathy.

"Let's continue, shall we? Let me explain the dreamscape, though this might take a bit of explaining to do."

"Sure, I guess, I have nothing better to do."

Sunday smiles, but his mind is secretly panicking. Soon the "Sun" will rise in only a few system hours, and that will force his curious little stowaway to awaken.

Oh, Lord Xipe, let this time slip by slower

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Re: post about offering to buy Wanda a phone/the replies.

...he also had the song of the summer, so the record label def throws money at him the way they used to with Fig. Especially if Jace makes him follow their song and dance continuously (spreading rage via his tunes and glyphs priming the ground and people around), so he's making more money than he knows what to do with.

Doesn't necessarily have to have come from means. If anything, he could have been an average kid pre-Jace, pre-rage, and suddenly he has a boatload of money. So he buys a big house he wants his friends to spend time in with him ('anyone who likes me coded', "please like me, I'll buy you things. I don't care, though. Whatever.") He decks the place out with things to keep his friends, his party, wanting to come around (honestly, very Fabian behaviour, if you think about it; except Fabian is 'anyone who hates me' coded) and willingly throwing money at people to get them to stick around. Because he can now. He doesn't have to be vulnerable for that. He doesn't have to let them know how scared he is.

"I'll buy you a phone, Wanda (so you'll talk to me? Please talk to me)".

Yesssss.

I will say it's quite possible that more of the RGs have generational wealth connections than just Oisin. What makes me roll my eyes and joke about it is the implication it always seems to carry that having a connection to generational wealth renders them a flat joke when Fabian is right there.

It's like do you really hate them because you think they're rich, or are you deciding that they're rich because you hate them? And if it's the second one, then why do you have to make up another non-canon reason to hate them, if you genuinely think they're so hateful in canon? I might make another post about this. I have thoughts.

That being said, the clincher for me is that the mansion overlooks the glade. It's wayyyy up in the hills. And it's near an abandoned factory? If this was Ruben's family home, it paints a really interesting picture that strongly suggests they're up to their necks in whatever is going on too. (Like... chance that if Ruben lived there before, then he could be the one to suggest the glade. But then it's in full fucking view of his parents' house? They can watch this going down whenever?)

But it's way too late in the season to introduce new major players. I still can't fathom a way that Henry's confrontation with Jace still happens if he actually knows what's up. And I think the whole "I'm a rich dude who is nominally consenting to this bc i don't have the whole picture but i think you can make my favorite teen strong" schtick is probably taken by Bobby Dawn. So unless Mr Gibbins is his half-uncle on his other side or some shenanigans. That's Ruben's house.

It's definitely possible that Ruben got the mansion off music money. Since they also seem to be bankrolled by dragons OH FUCK WHO OWN THE BANK??? RUBEN HAS A MORTGAGE 100%. Ugh. Okay anyway so he has a mortgage with great terms, and again, this place is in an area with an abandoned factory. Huge house, absolutely ice cold location.

Which circling back around FINALLY to the point of what you were saying. Yes, 100%.

It's clearly extremely helpful for them to have a hangout hub, and one in this location too. So I'd bet Porter had advice and suggestions.

They need a headquarters. It can't be Porter's or Jace's for op-sec reasons. Maybe they wanted some distance from Oisin's family too. (His tower additionally to everything else is behind an extra secret panel. Fascinating.) That makes Ruben the least suspicious remaining choice to own a mansion, after he's famous.

But the psychology of these kids is just as much a matter of strategy to Porter as everything else is. And he's the perfect choice that way too. Everything you're saying.

So Ruben gets this huge house where everyone else who's in on the plan and reinforces Porter's ways of thinking can come and hang out and be around all the time.

He can't actually bring back any of the people he's constantly dating and talking to who think that he's cool back to this locked down abjured and alarmed to hell mansion.

And it's way way way outside of town in an area with an abandoned factory. And he goes out on his balcony and gets a perfect view of the glade.

#can you tell i have adhd #this is at least three different posts in a trenchcoat #fantasy high #fantasy high junior year #ruben hopclap #oisin hakinvar #porter cliffbreaker #rat grinders #wanda childa #fig faeth

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