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blorbosinmyheadcentral · 13 days

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Hey Val!

So (if you've seen it) what do you think of episode 2?

Here's some thoughts!

GANGLE

When will Gangle know happiness...

KINGER

Kinger was adorable as always. I like how the others can rely on him when they're feeling emotionally vulnerable. That scene with Ragatha and her self-doubt, and how Kinger reassures her? I'm glad he has these moments of clarity. Old man even tries to help Pomni, even if he's bad at it. He's so well intentioned. <3

JAX

Jax is a terrible person. He was already very bad before, but somehow got worse. No care for his companions (Pomni and Gangle mostly), no care for the NPCs (he was very eager to see them die horribly). There's some indication Jax might have cared about Kaufmo, but overall, his attitude is so dissonant. It's hard to understand what's really going on inside his head.

RAGATHA

I like that Ragatha didn't hold any grudges over Pomni abandoning her in episode 1. Ragatha is just so sweet. Constantly worrying for Pomni's well being, being considerate enough to try to cheer up Jax of all people. She makes a huge difference in this group, like a glue that keeps everyone together.

GUMMIGOO

LOVED Gummigoo. Yeah I wasn't prepared for him. I didn't know what to expect of him (he looked like a serious bad guy type?), but what we got was so good. Loves his two gummy gator friends (wants to preserve their minds from the weight of self-awareness). His connection to Pomni, the way they could relate, it was all believable and palpable. Nice guy.

POMNI

Pomni herself was my favorite. Compassionate, empathetic, expressing her thoughts calmly and sincerely. Determined, inventive - trying to find ways to get herself and Gummigoo out of that place.

I think the fact that she spent most of these two episodes physically separated from everyone else was no coincidence. Pomni was disconnected from them. The dream sequence at the beginning? A reflection of her own doubts and fears. That she's nothing, or that no one in the circus would care if she was gone. So she, either intentionally or by happenstance, distanced herself.

I'm super happy that the episode ended on a hopeful note. Pomni found that her companions would care for her and remember her, and so it turned her views on her head. She's not alone. She has people that she can rely on.....

KAUFMO

(The Kaufmo funeral was very touching too, especially with Zooble organizing it. I've seen jokes that no one cared much that he died in episode 1, so seeing otherwise was pretty cool.)

FANDOM

I hold no ill will against Caine, and this is coming from someone who really really liked Gummygoo (literally screamed a big NOOO when he poofed). It's a little concerning how feral people are getting about Caine.

CAINE

Speaking of Caine, I need understanding between them, I need it SO bad. He keeps making these little decisions that impact the human characters. Especially Pomni. And he's not even aware of how much it hurts them, or that it's harmful at all!!

The way some of them are so dismissive (Zooble waiting for him to go away), annoyed, or only see Caine as a bot that fixes things when everything goes wrong... it makes me think they've tried to reason with him before, and it didn't work, so now they treat him like the machine he is to them.

As of now, Pomni understands him as much as everyone else does. She's frustrated, she's livid, and she has every reason to want to punch his teeth in. But after episode 2???? Considering how sympathetic Pomni was with Gummigoo, an NPC/AI himself???? I have a little hope that Pomni can actually get through to Caine in the future.

#tadc #the amazing digital circus #tadc spoilers #tadc caine #tadc pomni #showtime #caine x pomni #I mean. kinda.#sorry... they're always on the back of my mind when writing...#platonic showtime would be sick yo #Anonymous #rambles

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strawberryspence · 2 years

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PART 1

Eddie did not know what to do. It was one mistake, made in a dimly lit bar, and he honestly doesn’t even remember the guy’s name. Was it John? Jeremy? Jason? It was one guy, he never even flirts anymore but Steve looked so good that night that it hurt. Hurt so bad he needed someone to temporarily fill that gaping hole in his heart. Because how can Steve Harrington ever want him in any way?

His mother, Cecilia Munson, used to call him sweetheart at the softest times of the day, sunlight dancing through their rooms, just for the two of them. He remembers being nine, young, sharp edged from his father, wondering why anyone would look at him and call him sweetheart, not when he hot wires cars and pick locks. His mother smiles sweetly at him, explaining, “You, Eddie Munson, have the kindest and biggest heart. I call you sweetheart because I love you.”

Of course, Eddie’s in love with Steve. Of course, he calls Steve sweetheart because he loves him. How can anyone not fall in love with him? He calls Steve sweetheart because its true. Steve is a sweetheart. Steve’s sweet with the biggest kindest heart he’s ever seen on anyone. Sure, he wasn’t the best in high school, but he’s proven that he’s better now time and time again.

He gets a visit from Dustin two days after the bar incident, pounding at his door like a hurricane. When he finally opens the door, Dustin’s red faced with anger, “You’re fucking lucky I love you or I would’ve bought Erica Sinclair with me.”

Before he can even ask what’s happening, Dustin’s listing the ways Erica can hide a body, never to be found again. Eddie sighs. The group knows now, of course, they would. News spreads like wild fire with the kids. It’s because of those damn walkies they have (he can’t begrudge them for it when it once aided in saving his ass.)

“How did you find out?”

“Jonathan.”

“Jonathan?!”

Dustin shrugs, “He’s got vendetta against you now. I don’t know dude, they’ve always had a weird friendship. Max thinks they were a throuple at some point, Lucas thinks they’ve got a thing going on just the two of them and Will won’t say anything.”

Jesus Christ, Eddie’s not one for jealousy but there’s something green cruising through his veins right now and he hates it with a burning passion. He needs Dustin to leave so he can scream into a pillow, or maybe sob in the shower.

“Why are you here?”

“I am here to make sure you fix this shit you fucked.”

Eddie looks up at him with surprise as Dustin crossed his arms, eyebrows raised, “Everyone knows Steve’s the biggest sweetheart. He may hide it with his big hair or his sarcasm, but we all know. If you do like him, which you do, you dumb ass. You have to fix this, Eddie. I haven’t seen Steve this upset before and I was there when Nancy dumped him.”

Eddie blanches at the statement, it tears straight to his heart at the fact that he made his sweetheart upset. God, he's an idiot.

The next morning Eddie goes into mission mode with a bouquet of daisies in one hand and a bag of cookies he bought from the bakery on the other as he arrives at the Harrington’s mansion. He’s gonna fix this today, come hell or high water.

Robin answers the door and Eddie’s sure he’s never seen her look more feral and that’s saying a lot when they've fought a magical evil wizard together. Robin’s looking at him like she’ll gauge his eyes out if he makes a wrong move, which he deserves.

Eddie asks for Steve and before he can finish the door is shut to his face. Well, he deserves that too. So he knocks again, ringing the doorbell as annoyingly as he can.

Robin opens again, nostrils flaring, “What do you want Munson? If you’re here to make my best friend cry again, I am asking you to leave now.”

“Robin, I just want to talk to him. I want to apologize. I made a mistake and I want to fix that mistake.”

“Then what? You're gonna go calling him sweetheart again without strings attached?”

“You know that’s not what it is. You know, Robin.”

And she does know. She knows about Eddie’s feelings for her best friend and the fear of not being good enough for Steve. Robin’s afraid no one will ever be good enough for her Steve but before the bar incident, she thought Eddie’s the closest thing to good enough.

For a second, Eddie can see Robin soften, then she shakes her head, “No.” Robin says, her back straightening.

Robin’s about to close the door again when Steve comes into view. A blanket draped over his shoulders, hair messy, glasses askew. If it was any other situation Eddie might’ve swooned at how soft he looks like but he’s eyes are red rimmed from crying and Eddie hates himself even more.

“Let him in, Rob.” Robin stands solid at the doorway, not moving. Steve looks at her wearily, “Robin.” They have another one of their silent conversations, before Robin gives up, “Fine.” She leaves the door open before marching up the stairs to give them privacy.

Eddie hands him the daisies and the cookies, Steve smiling down at it before inviting him into the living room with a small smile.

“I am sorry.” They both blurt out at the same time. Eddie’s not even sure to why Steve’s apologizing. Steve then goes on a tangent about how sorry he is for making the assumption that the name sweetheart is only for him and that it meant something more. It wasn’t Eddie’s fault, it was his and his only. He says it’s okay and he didn’t deserve Eddie in the first place and he wasn’t that special. Every word just crushes Eddie even more. How can Steve think he doesn’t deserve Eddie? Him of all the people?

Eddie can’t do anything but scoop him up in his arms, trying his best to give him the best hug in the world as he apologizes for his mistake. Eddie assures him that he is Eddie’s only sweetheart and Steve didn’t make anything up in his head. Eddie tells him he is in love with him, and Steve tears up but at least there's a big smile on his face.

Then and there, Eddie makes the decision to show Steve the love he deserves, to woo him off his ass. Eddie loves him, through and through, and Steve’s always gonna be his sweetheart and if in 50 years they don’t end up together, Eddie will never call anyone else sweetheart, because that’s for Steve, his nail bat yielding, bad ass, sweetheart.

They don’t kiss. Content with just being in each others arms, knowing their true feelings for each other. (Also because Eddie feels like he needs to earn it) Robin goes down when it gets too quiet, and when she sees them in the couch she smiles sweetly at the image of the two of them tangled together.

She walks up on them, “I am so glad you two made up.” Eddie’s smiling up at her when Robin’s fist hits his nose.

“ROBIN!!!” Steve’s clutching him, he’s pretty sure his nose is bleeding and when Eddie looks up, Robin’s holding her fist like it hurt her to punch, but she’s grinning the biggest grin Eddie’s ever seen on her face.

“Again, I am glad you two made up. I love you both very much. But if I you make him cry again, that’s not the only thing I am breaking.” Robin smiles before kissing their heads and heading to the kitchen to get him an ice pack.

They look at each other before promptly bursting into laughter as Steve tries to wipe his bleeding nose with his own hand.

Eddie does woo Steve. On the third date Eddie planned for them, Steve finally kisses him. They’re in his car and Eddie’s rambling about his new campaign and how the kids loved it. Steve kisses him mid-way the conversation. The kiss itself, Eddie thinks, is just as sweet as Steve. Steve holds him like he’s the best thing in this universe and like it’s a privilege to be kissing him, rather than the other way around.

Eddie does not stop wooing Steve. He picks him flowers in random fields, takes him on dates, makes him dinner, leaves tiny notes on his bathroom mirror, (he also woos him amazingly in bed), packs him lunches, makes him mixtapes, burns CDs, and, three decades later, playlists.

They’re 40, Steve found his first grey hair yesterday and Eddie’s knees hurt more often that it should. But Eddie still calls Steve sweetheart. Their kids cringe at their parents and their vintage pet name for each other, but their smiles don’t hide the fact that they adore their parents love.

Steve knows he’s special, because Eddie Munson calls him sweetheart for the rest of their lives.

Eddie knows he deserves this life, this love, because Steve Harrington loves him.

#MY BABIES #BOTH IDIOTS BUT I LOVE THEM #daeheadcanons #steddie #steddie rants #steddie headcanon #steddie fic rec #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie fanfic

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anonymityisfunwriter · 29 days

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it will come back.

"i warn you, baby, each night, as sure as you're born, you'll hear me howling at your door..." - hozier, it will come back

pairing: yandere!bucky barnes x reader c.w.: dark!bucky (he definitely does some questionable things, but nothing graphic)

a.n. - it's official, i've become addicted to lower case fics. they're just so much fun. they've got a vibe, you know? anyway, this is my first attempt at a darker bucky, so i hope you enjoy!

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this is your fault. it’s all your fault.

you know better, or at least, you should have known better.

what else could you expect from a man like him? a man robbed of his humanity for so long. a man so close to ferality. that's who he is in all matters of you, a man more beast than human, no better than an animal when it came to you.

that’s how you should’ve treated him. as a beast. prowling back and forth in their confinement. poised to devour any unlucky soul that got too close. so long as he was caged, you were safe.

you didn’t though. you didn’t treat him like the beast he became the moment he saw you.

maybe in another life, he could've loved you in a normal, sane way. in another life, he could give you the sweetness you deserved. in a life where he wasn't so twisted and tormented, he would have done just that. the flowers. the chocolates. the romance.

but this is love, he tells himself.

this raw, deranged, twisted, obsession.

this is his love.

he loves you.

he swears he does.

in this life, this is the only way he can show you just how much he loves you. just how far he's wiling to go to love you.

something happened to him the moment he set his sights on you. perhaps something broke. perhaps something mended. but maybe this was always who he'd been. all he knows is that heaven is not fit to house the love he has for you.

it didn't matter. the moment he set his sights upon you, you were doomed.

he wanted to scream, to bellow a warning to stay as far away from him as possible.

he stayed silent during that first meeting. his jaw tense, spine straight as an arrow, fists clenched so tight he was sure there would be indents in the metal of his vibranium palm.

"it was nice to meet you, sergeant barnes." you made a point to place yourself in his line of sight, forcing him to look at you in those bright, wide eyes. "i look forward to working with you."

that was your first mistake. he had the strength to stay away. to resist the feeling creeping up his spine. but you just kept rattling his cage. calling out to him with your siren song.

"bucky," you rest your hand on his shoulder. you're trying to soothe him. you don't realize it's a kindness neither you nor him could afford. "it's alright."

he stiffens, that's the first time you've ever touched him. it's the first time he's ever heard his name fall from your lips. not sergeant, not sir, but his name.

his chest heaves, rising and falling as he tries to control himself. you think it's just the adrenaline of the mission. you don't have any idea how overwhelmed he is by your presence.

it's your own kindness that was your undoing, that was his unraveling. years of discipline, years of training, years of strength gone with a touch.

if he didn't love you so much, he'd hate you.

from that moment on, it all spiraled. he spiraled.

he wasn't a patient man, not by any stretch of the imagination. but for you, he'd wait. for you, he'd bide his time.

first, he watches. he watches and look for ways to insert himself into your life. it was almost too easy. for a shield agent, you were careless. doors unlocked. blissfully unaware of your surroundings on long, morning runs. you barely realized how he'd slithered his way onto your missions.

it helped you were vying for his approval, for his adoration. you didn't know that you had it from the moment he saw you. he started slow. inserting himself into your daily routine. a simple good morning. a good night. passing by you in the corridor, always offering a quick grin. he listened to you. to your ideas. your wants. your little anecdotes.

soon, you were close enough to invite him into your apartment. if only you knew that he'd seen it before.

"bucky, we're friends, right?"

he gritted his teeth. friends. no. you weren't friends. you were the love of his life. you were everything he had ever wanted, everything he would ever want. you were the center of his universe. he couldn't tell you that. not yet. "yeah. why do you ask?"

"i just wanted your opinion on this guy."

"a guy?" his voice is so clipped, so gruff, he's shocked you can't hear his teeth grinding together. his fists clench. can't you feel the rage rolling off of him?

"yeah, this agent," you sigh. "he keeps asking me out. i keep trying to let him down easy, but he's not taking the hint."

"oh."

your eyebrows furrow. he almost smiles to himself. you're so aware of him, of what he does or doesn't do. you're worried you upset him. you're worried you shouldn't have told him. he likes that you're this concerned about what he thinks. "should i - i'm sorry i shouldn't have said that to you."

he places his hand on your thigh, giving it a light squeeze. "no, i'm glad you told me."

it was too easy for him to swipe your phone when you weren't looking. too easy for him to find out which agent dared to try to take you from him.

and it was even easier to get the agent paired with bucky on a field mission. just the two of them. overseas in an unfamiliar country. there were just so many things that could go wrong.

he was respected in the avenger's compound. and in this moment, he's glad he put in the work to earn that respect. he didn't think they'd respect him so much if they knew how easy it was for him to sabotage that agent. he couldn't kill the guy, but if a gun shot to the leg wasn't enough of a warning, there were other ways to get him off your back.

all of this was your fault. you opened the cage, whether you knew it or not. you pushed him to this. you showed him the warmth of your doorways.

you could've left him alone. left him to the land. left him to the cold that he knows from the depth of his bones. you should never have let him taste your warmth. you shouldn't have uttered a single word to him, not when he's sat in silence for so long, not when the sound of your honey sweet voice in enough to feed his hungry soul.

you can't show warmth to someone stone cold.

you can't feed someone starved for decades.

you can't show mercy to someone used to the harsh, unyielding world.

you should never have let him in unless you planned on keeping him.

or he'll come back.

"bucky," you pant, running to bucky's room after hearing about his disastrous mission. "i heard - i heard things went wrong on that mission. i thought you were -"

"i'm okay. don't worry." he tries to bite back the smile at the tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. you were worried about him.

your words come out in short bursts. "i just - the guy - he's the one i told you about - i heard he was shot - and - and that you were on the mission with him-"

"that was the guy who wouldn't leave you alone?" there's an intentional lilt to his voice. of course he knew. but he didn't want to give away just how much he knew. you weren't ready for that. "he's okay, if that's what you're worried about."

"i was worried about you." your eyes lift to his, shining with tears, with admiration. you were so close to putting the final nail in your coffin. "i was so worried about you."

he should tell you to run. the lion should never live with the lamb. if only you'd left him to the land.

"i'm okay. i promise."

run, he silently warns you.

run.

"i just- " your frantic eyes find his again. you don't say another word. you lunge forward, planting your warm hand on the side of his face. your lips meet his in a frenzy.

too late.

it was far, far too late. it was too easy for him to become addicted to your presence. how easy you are for him to need. how easy you are for him to crave.

he'll always come back for more. he'll never be satisfied. he lived deprived for so long.

you should've know the reason they locked him away and threw away the key. he's a greedy beast.

and he's decided, he can't live with a taste. not anymore.

"i just want to talk to you," the agent pleads with you. he follows you down the hallway, still limping on his leg after that gun shot. "just hear me out."

"look," you sigh, stopping for a moment out of pity. "i'm sorry you got hurt, but i've already told you, i'm not interested."

"you're not interested in me, but you're interested in the maniac that had me shot?"

your eyes widen at the accusation. "you're lying. and don't - don't talk about bucky like that."

"i just thought you should know what kind of man you're falling into bed with."

"you're just jealous." you're about to turn on your heels when he grips your bicep forcing you back around. he squeezes tightly, forcing you to stay in place. you look down at the white knuckled grip, "you're hurting me."

"he told me that i should be more careful next time. that next time it wouldn't be in the leg. you should ask him about it."

you wrench your arm from his hold. "stay away the hell from me."

you felt guilty about your reaction. even guiltier when he turned up dead just days later. the details of that assignment were so fuzzy. even an entire investigation turned up nothing.

"i can't believe he's gone," you softly cry into bucky's shoulder. "we were friends for so long, you know?"

"i'm so sorry, that can't be easy for you," bucky coos at you.

"i don't what happened. he was acting so strange the last few months and then we got into that fight. i said terrible things to him."

"you got into a fight?"

"he said some things. about you. about us."

"about me?"

"yeah." you nod, tears still stinging your eyes, but offering no other details of that argument. you didn't want to upset bucky with those strange accusations. "these last few months, he was like a different person. he wasn't the friend i knew. i'm sorry, i know i'm rambling at you. i just - i don't know how to feel."

"you don't have to be sorry," bucky promises, he strokes your back up and down, following the curve of your spine. "i understand."

"thank you." you tuck your head into the crook of his neck. "you're being so sweet to me."

"i would do anything for you."

you're not sure what it is. the inflection of his voice. the way the words fall from his lips without pause. or the intensity with which they ring in your ears. you freeze, peeling yourself out of his embrace. your heart hammers against your chest, the blood pumping faster and faster.

you look up and, for the first time, you get a glimpse of it. those blue eyes are almost unrecognizable. that vibrant blue is gone, replaced by something much darker. almost lupine. feral.

it was the first time you ever flinched away from him. you stumbled back, afraid of him.

if you didn't know better then, you certainly did now.

but it's too late for you. he's supposed to unlearn the warmth of your skin, the taste of your lips? he's supposed to let you go? just like that?

no. not a chance in hell.

he doesn't know why you can't see it. can't you see that blood that stained his hand was for you? that agent will never lay another hand on you. you'll never wince under his grip again. he'll never plant seeds of doubt in your head ever again. you're safe. here. in his arms.

you sent him away that night. but he doesn't care. it doesn't matter. he'll always find his way back to you.

he'll always come back.

can’t you hear him just outside your door?

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ghouljams · 8 months

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Okay okay I saw your post about wanting the witch to do some really crazy magic that proves she’s tough and I raise you an additional idea. European magic and myths with fae and cryptids is more positive and nice, especially with modern retelling of fairy tails (I know this isn’t necessarily true there are some really dark aspects of European folk). I myself am from the Appalachian Mountains, and that region is very very old. I don’t know what you know about the region but the mountains themselves are older than the rings of Saturn, and bones. With how old they are the region has a lot of folk lore and cryptids and dark legends surrounding it, most of which coming from the indigenous communities that were there before us. Haints, wendigo/skin walker, and a slew of rules everyone follows. You don’t whistle at night, keep a broom above every door, cover the mirrors and open the windows when someone dies, if you hear screaming or someone calling for you in the dark or woods- NO YOU DIDNT!!! Dark shit like that is a big deal where I’m from. Now my actual thought was what if witch is from a old magic type of place, and when someone (another fae not price) comes to challenge her or test her saying she ain’t powerful or she doesn’t know real magic and fae, she shows them where she’s from (I was thinking with her cool door) they step thru into the middle of the woods of her ancestral/family home and they immediately are terrified. Like the fae!141 are old and ancient fae but the region is older than even then and it scares the fuck outta them, like they immediately forfeit! Maybe they saw something in the woods or just the overall feeling of the place is overwhelming. This would also match up with the witch being so scared of the mimic, cause wendigos/skin walkers are fucking terrifying in a place like Appalachia so her moving and thinking that’s what she’s being terrorized by is horrifying!!! I know this is really long and probably makes no sense and whatever you write is and will be amazing but I just had this thought today cause your writing lives rent free in my mind 24/7!!! Whatever witch x price you make will make me feral no matter what!!!!

Witch's magic is actually loosely based around American folk magic, specifically Hoodoo and some Appalachian folk magic. And all I can say is: Don't bring those names into my ask box they are so very scary and I'm scared(joking)(I actually am terrified of .... I don't even like typing their name). Although I don't think Witch is from the US, she is definitely very, very, old magic. I have various thoughts on where her magic comes from, but it's old. (I think Konig stops to look at her because her magic is familiar to him, an ancient understanding ingrained in him of what she is)

Anyway I have a few little pieces about Witch interacting with other witches, what's one more challenge to her abilities?

It's always interesting when fae visit you. When they come to you as customers, you mean. No you're fairly used to visitors at this point. It's the ones that come to you for a service that you don't get often. You smile at the fae across from you as you shuffle your cards. They came in through the front, you know they want something. Annoying that they've managed to stay silent as you ushered them in.

18, 19, you switch between the cards to try and get a feel for what will work best for your silent customer. The man, you suppose, laying the card down on the table. Not for their appearance, but for the role they seem intent on playing. Domineering, or trying to be. You lay cards around it, humming to yourself. Snake, birds, mice, the coffin, the clouds, the home. You know all this. They're sitting right in front of me practically salivating, you try to silently tell your deck.

"So," You squint your eyes to really try and sell your smile as friendly, you feel like you're doing little more than bearing your teeth, "What are you looking for today?"

"Just wanted to see what all the fuss was about," They tell you calmly. You snap down three cards for yourself in quick succession, though you hardly need to read them to get the message.

"Boot this rude motherfucker" the cards tell you. You scoop up your draws with your fingers and shuffle them back into the deck.

"I see," You try to keep your voice bright. They scoff, their expression amused. You don't see what's so funny.

"Hardly, I expected a seer at least, you're-" They wave their hand at you, "-just feeling it out, right?" You raise your brows, continue your shuffle. "I expected Price to be chasing someone a little more," They sigh, you don't expect them to finish the sentence, you're sure it's insulting. Rules dictate politeness, they sure are skirting that line.

"You know Price," You don't ask, but the question hangs between you. How? and Does he even like you? You can't imagine he does.

"Mm, we're on the court together," The fae rests their elbow on the arm of your couch, sets their chin against their palm, fingers curling against their cheek. "Strange he'd be so protective of such a novice, but I suppose you're pretty. He likes pretty."

You let your head tip side to side as you think. Novice. That's one you're not used to hearing. You wonder why they'd think that. Can't they feel your magic? A card jumps out of your shuffling. The home. Ah. You feel your smile grow more genuine as you press the card back into the middle of your deck.

Of course they can't feel you. This whole place is you. It would be like looking at an ocean and deciding it's harmless because you can't pick out a single drop of water. That doesn't stop the waves from dragging you out to drown any more than it stops your magic from surrounding this fae. You wonder if they can feel it, the way your magic hones in on them, eyes watching their every move with silent focus.

"Why don't I show you out?" You set your deck on the table and stand without waiting for an answer, leading them to your back door. You're sure they'll find your garden more than impressive now that you've rescinded their welcome.

"Why not," They follow, "I should be going anyway, you're hardly worth the trouble the others are sending after you."

It's crossing the threshold a second time that hurts, that spins and swims in the fae's vision. The heat of a familiar season ripping through them like an oven. Summer bound by heavy chains and iron spikes. You smile at them peacefully, spidering ties arcing off of you towards the sun itself. You burn. Your magic lashes against the confines of the garden, the walls and wards worked into the land, into summer itself.

The fae looks back into your home, the consumptive darkness of a doorway once broken and twice repaired, of a space that shouldn't be a space. A house that's wrong. They look back to you, to the soft tilt of your head, the faux patience as you wait for them to remember what they're here for.

The ground beneath their feet is unfamiliar, and pitches their stomach. They stumble a little, the pressure of the magic keeping a whole season in place settling on their shoulders. It takes everything in them not to buckle under the weight.

"This is fun," You smile at them, raising a hagstone to your eye, "I was wondering why my wards were acting up."

They do their best to collect enough air to respond. Everything feels thick and humid, the heat only raising as they stay close to you. They blink against the blinding sun, their vision swinging violently as they try to keep their focus on moving. Are they moving? You aren't. You're the only fixed point as the world pitches on its axis and spins.

You and your terrible smile, staring down at their suffering. They're on the court for fucks sake, some little human pet shouldn't stand half a chance against them. They make to swing for you, try to grab you with their claws. There's only air, their depth perception wavering between distances. You crouch, following them as the weight of magic forces them to their knees.

"Now I will admit," You hum, reaching to pluck a few stray hairs from their head, "I don't particularly care for killing, so I'll leave you for Price to take care of."

You snap your fingers and the fae straightens and stands from their misery. They walk themselves to the gate and open it. They look back at you, and you wiggle your fingers in goodbye as the hairs in your grip spark with the same fire that engulfs them as they step out into Winter.

#oc: Witch #ghoul speaks #Price finding the charred barely alive fae: lmao get wrekt #he wishes he could've seen Witch committing acts of violence #just the thought turns him on a little #oc fic #oc talk #Idk what to tag this as tbh #original work #original fiction #Price does kill the poor sod #Witch does some improvised poppet magic and also just wrecks a bitch

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lazyveran · 1 month

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Hi you said you have

I am in love with this au god toxic Yuri is so fun to go feral about

ty for indulging me!! so without plot spoilers here r some more

azula is very secretive, intentionally or not, and it drives katara up the wall. she still hears about important things that azula just doesnt tell her and promptly picks days long fights over it

azutara constantly have arguments that spiral out of control due to katara's short temper and empathy and azulas.. everything. particularly bad ones have katara storming from the palace to one of their other homes to cool off. the entire palace staff are terribly entertained by this. there's a betting pool, a secret 'leadership' board in the kitchens, and a very secure gossip train dedicated soley to them

while sokka and gran-gran get along disturbingly well with azula (after everything) hakoda does NOT. he refuses her every chance he gets and it always gets a rise out of her. they've had screaming matches before, azula doesnt try to impress him at all

katara uses azula as a personal human heater whenever they go south but she never does in the FN due to its climate. azula acts like a pouty child about it constantly

katara is also terribly suspicious of ty lee. her being apocalyptically jealous and ty lee being a fiend for pranks and teasing is quite literally the worst combo ever. ty lee is always latching herself to azula and dealing out innuendos that go straight over azula's head to get a rise out of katara. and it works. every time. azula unfortunately takes the brunt of these katara tirades

mai and katara become close friends, united in fire sibling suffering and theraptutic bitching about their significant other

when they're older azula starts wearing reading glasses. katara likes them. A LOT

#azutara #political marriage au #veran speaks #cavernfullofexistentialdread #ask

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blueywrites · 1 year

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little bunny and her wolf

(a repost because the tags ate my first post 😩)

this is just a teensy blurb I wrote in a fun little friendly challenge last night - 560 words of filthy monstrous smut with no plot, featuring dark werewolf!eddie x fem!reader.

warnings: filthy smut, 18+!! predator and prey dynamic, cnc, oral (f!receiving), rough sex, slapping, degradating names (slut), brief mention of blood, knotting, breeding kink

You like to say your favorite part is the chase. The adrenaline pumping in your veins, the fear spiking sharp and bright in your chest as you hear the bounding of his feet in the leaves, the ragged panting of his breath, the snarl of his laughter as you vault over a fallen tree in a desperate attempt to escape him. You say the chase is your favorite, but it isn't really. That's only your favorite if you're trying to lie to yourself. Because girls like you— girls soft and supple like little bunny rabbits— don't engage in this kind of play with their wolves unless they like what happens after they've been caught.

So, no. Though it makes you utterly depraved, your favorite part is not the chase. It's also not when Eddie catches you, riled from your fleeing, all manic grinning with feral flashing teeth as he pins you roughly down while you scream and try to fight him. You thrash while he shreds the panties from your sopping folds and buries his face between your legs, licking into you with a broad, rough tongue as you squirm and cry out your protest. And once he's drawn your arousal out— however reluctant you may pretend to be, your puffy cunt that drools for him before he’s even begun won't stop giving you away— then he mounts you.

You always fight him hard, try to keep him from thrusting home; he likes it that way. He always holds you down by the throat while he bullies his way into your cunt; you like it that way. He fucks you deep and fast, panting hot against your cheek as his body presses you down into leaves and earth and you beg for him to let you go, to stop, to please not do this. He growls as he ruts into your soft body, hips snapping relentlessly, mouth spilling wicked poison as he tells you everything you want to hear.

"Cry for me, little bunny," he taunts you. "Scream for me as I fuck you raw, you cock-dumb slut."

Your pussy flutters as he degrades you, and he laughs and digs the tips of his claws into your throat, just enough to have you whining high and desperate as blood trickles to stain the leaves below you. The bloodletting intensifies your fear, which drives the burn in your belly and the darkness in your wolf’s eyes.

Because Eddie loves to push you to the brink, to slap and pinch and fuck you so meanly until you finally unravel for him, crying out his name in a broken sob. Then and only then does he grunt into your hair and rut in so deep, filling you with rope after rope of his thick warm cum as you shudder and squeeze around him, quivering and weak with the force of your orgasm.

Finally, you've almost reached the part you yearn for. The base of Eddie’s cock swells, plugging you entirely with his knot. He sighs in contentment, sagging as the tension leaves him, body heavy and stiflingly warm atop yours. After a boneless moment in which you lay pinned helplessly beneath him, Eddie tips your chin up with a clawed finger and claims your lips, swallowing the sound of your scream— a mixture of pain and pleasure as he stretches you so impossibly tight and rocks his hips until he cums again inside you, flooding you so full of his seed that it feels like he's invaded every inch of you.

That pleasure, that pain, that ownership: this is your favorite part.

#blueywrites #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x reader smut #tw: blood #tw: cnc

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iamhereinthebg · 4 months

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Fic reccomandations for seven mysteries family?👀❤️

I desperately need fics.

If there's none I'll write/draw it 😭

Also what are your headcanons for them?

Hello hello :DDD

Unfortunately there is absolutely none of it and I am dying a lil bit more everyday about it :'))

The only one I can recommend is this one which has Akane, Mei, Mitsuba and Hanako in it ^^

(a lot of things is not how I see the characters but tbh at this point idc I am desesperate and this one is really funny on a lot of lil scene (my fav one being Hanako slapping the shit out of Akane to be sure he has a nosebleed))

Here is a bit of an old post so some stuff are outdated but it's still a lot of hcs for the stupid family 👀

Here are some more that are coming into mind:

-The mystery kids act like long time siblings and are being super dramatic about it when they've known each other for like.. 2 months. Making a scene when they have to share food or making schemes to have things asked from the adults. They work together mostly when they all gain something from it.

-Akane is the only one who thinks Mirai is as stupid as her feet, because she never shows her more serious personality in front of him and plays with it a lot. Mitsuba and Hanako now never want to be left alone with her (scadery cats)

-Yako is usually the one who force the adults to have meetings since she is the one controlling space, she has to physically drag Hakubo and Tsuchigomori a lot of time.

-Mitsuba already went to Akane's house for a night and bragged about it for one week. Mei sometimes appear out of nowhere in his house too and he always has heart attacks. Hanako usually sulks when everyone is talking about going to Akane's house.

-Yako is the most defined mystery with Kako but can go absolutely feral when people are on 'her territory'.

-Tsuchigomori is the one cooking sweets and foods to everyone and left them on the meeting tables like it just appeared. He is a terrible liar though so they all know he is the one who did them.

-The mystery kids have a board to count how many stuff Akane breaks when he is annoyed in his supernatural form. The other 4 make bet to see which objects he will break during the days (chairs being a big winner) They have the same counting system for Mitsuba's screams.

And that's all I can come up with for now but I do know I have more ^^ I am always happy to see more people talking about the mysteries :DD

and if you wanna draw/write for it I beg you to link it to me TvT We need more mysteries enjoyers out here

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miscellaneoussmp · 8 months

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I should be writing something fluffy, but this idea won't leave me alone. Companion fic to [this one]! Here's the story of a set of twins meeting The Grim Reaper (cw/tw: blood/death/violence throughout, general Cellbit fuckery):

It was a game, not a tragedy. This was a game to be played and won and survived. It's a game and how they play works. They're alive, hearts still beating in their chests. It works. They're surviving. Soft cries of not wanting to play this game anymore get hidden until it's dark. It's just a game. Chasing after another person like hungry pack animals. They're starving. A person means food for both of them, brother and sister.

He couldn't tell you what exactly happened once the chase was over. Blood filled his mouth and stained his hands. Fed. He'll survive another day. She couldn't tell you what happened once the chase was over. The bread stolen off the body was stale. It was edible. She'll survive another day. The chase was over. They survived. How they play this game works. It works. It always has. This is when they notice a tall figure in between the trees. There's a white knuckle grip on a knife and a shakey hold on a sword. Would this be the end of the game? No, the figure wasn't there for the siblings. The figure was here for a soul. He explains to his sister that they aren't in danger for now. The young duo watched in amazement as the soul was ripped from a body.

The reaper starts asking questions about the siblings. It was a curious situation. The question about their names was only answered with a shake of his head. They were never given names. They were referred to, of course, with words that weren't truly names. Bother and Sister, Blood and Fear, Feral Cat and Wild Dog, just to name a few. The reaper asked how old they were. This time, she speaks up; Quinze. Fifteen, he explains to the reaper. The reaper seemed upset? with the answer. Why's that? Nobody ever seemed upset before, even when it was being screamed at them. Then, the reaper asked a question that seemed pretty obvious. Are they siblings? Of course they are. Cut from the same cloth, sharing the same blood, stolen from the same home, and playing the same game. Their nods were almost completely in sync.

They turned the questions on the hooded figure. His name is Bad, but people call him all sorts of things, kind of like the siblings. Bad, Grim Reaper, a saint, a demon, just to say a few. Bad liked to dodge questions, he noticed as he repeated his sister's questions. Bad dodged questions about where he's from and how old he is. He offered bread. The loaf seemed fresh, not stale, edible, like real food. He thinks it's just to shut them up. He doesn't take it. The metallic taste on his lips is more than enough. She does take it. Staring at Bad through her ash blonde hair, as she does so. The bread seems fine. She's too hungry to care either way.

Bad is still there by the time neither sibling could fight the urge to sleep anymore. Both rest against a tree, with weapons resting but ready. When both awake, once again, the sun is high in the sky again. This has been the longest they've ever slept in one sitting.

Cellbit couldn't believe it when he saw Bad on the island. He joked that he finally had a name to share and that he had been doing well, with a proper job as an investigator. He thanked Bad for his kindness all those years ago. He ignores the way Bad looks at him with confusion and a bit of pity. The young teen that still lives in him hates that look, he hates that look since he knows he's missing something.

Bagi couldn't believe that despite being stuck here too, Bad was being kind to her. She told him about her pacifism, and they argued lightly and playfully about it. She chose to ignore the way Bad looked at her with a look of recognition and a bit of pity. The young teen that is hidden within her lives for that look, she lives for that look because it means she's remembered.

#qsmp #qsmp drabble #qsmp fanfiction (sorta)#qsmp badboyhalo #qsmp cellbit #qsmp bagi #am i gonna let go of the siblings headcanon? nope.#theyre siblings your honor #something about this trio makes my brain go brr #hope yall enjoy!! i had so much fun with this!!

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samantha-rae-velcher · 1 year

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Break it up

Mully x Fem reader

Requested by: none

Warnings: Smut, swearing, Fight sex, violence, degrading.

A/n: 18+ if you don't like the warnings please don't read!

Tag: @goldenstarofthunderclan 💗

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Y/n's and Mully's relationship has really taken a couple twists and turns and frights, they never used to fight and now for the last month and a half they've done nothing but fight. Yeah they love each other but it's like a switch has been flipped, Y/n wasn't even sure how it happened or what started it. She knew that Mully would never lay a hand on her, they cared about each other far to much to ever do anything drastic, but today shit hit the fan.

"Don't even fuckin start!" He yelled, throwing his hands in the air. Mully slammed his fist down on the table in a burst of rage.

"I don't get why the fuck you can't just listen to me!" Y/n yelled back. "For the last month! I try and say something, I'm either interrupted or ignored! What the fuck is this shit!"

Mully clenched his fists as she got louder, Y/n never yells, she's hates conflict and y/n is always understanding and kind. Mully has heard her yell probably only once in the 5 year span of their relationship, and it wasn't even at him.

They've barely said anything nice to each other since October and now it's December, he hasn't touched her, and she hasn't touched him. It's gotten them agitated and they just needed relief, Mully has gone fuckin feral and he wanted to hear her choke on his cock.

"Shut up." He mumbled. "Shut up."

"I'm going fuckin mad, Mull! And you act like your king of the fuckin worl-"

Suddenly she was slammed against the wall hard, Mully's lips on hers. His hand holding hers over her head, he pulled her flush against him so she could feel how hard he was.

"I'm gonna fuck you, understand? And you aren't gonna fuckin protest." He growled in her ear.

Y/n whimpered, she's wanted this for so fuckin long. All she needed was to feel his hands on her, she wanted him to hold her down and use her.

"Do you understand."

"I-I understand."

Mully freed his cock from his jeans, he spun her around so she was facing the wall. He pulled her hips back and dropped her shorts and panties to the floor, kicking them away.

Mully lined himself up with her and leaned his head on her shoulder as he pushed in, she was so damn tight.

"Nothing has been inside you for a while, huh?" He chuckled. "You've been a naughty girl, because you're so fuckin deprived of this cock, aren't you?"

Y/n bit her lip and nodded, Mully began thrusting into hard as he rubbed her clit and teased her nipples. He gently sucked and nibbled on her neck, leaving dark marks on her skin.

"Fuck, p-please don't stop." She cried out.

Mully's thrusts were relentless, he wanted to ruin her. He wanted to use her up, to hurt her in the most delicious ways. Mully's hand snaked around her neck, making her let out a soft gasp. He tightened his grip and thrusted harder into her

"You like that, huh?" He groaned into her shoulder. "You like it when Daddy fucks you hard like that. When he uses his little slut, cuz that's what you are, Y/n. You're my little fuckin slut."

He could feel his orgasm approaching, and by the way Y/n's legs where shaking, Mully knew she was about to fall over the edge.

"You're mine, Baby girl. You ever talk to me like that again, and I'll fuck you till you scream, I'll make sure you can't fuckin walk for months."

He pulled her head back against his shoulder and thrusted into her one last time, before spilling his seed.

"Cum for me, Baby girl." He rubbed her clit harder, he felt her hot liquid coat his cock, making him groan. "Just like that, Y/n. Daddy is so fuckin proud of you."

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"Well I'm glad that's settled." Josh said to Smashing before turning in his seat, to look out the rear of his car, and back out of Mully's driveway.

THE END ❤️

Thank you for reading!

Reblogs are welcome 🤗

#fyp #foryou #fanfic #foryoupage #x reader #smut #mully vr #mully x fem reader #mully vr x reader #mully x reader #mully #sleepymully #sleepy mully #sleepymully x fem reader #sleepymully x reader #sleepymully x y/n

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dribs-and-drabbles · 7 months

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Observations on ep 10:

(I'm sure that music was used in BBS...)

Redemption!

I've never really understood that arm/handholding thing that bl characters do...I've never questioned it before but the lingering camera shots on Top and Mew here has made me want to now...I think it bothers me. I find it odd from a body language perspective. Is it a cultural thing? I've never done it to someone or had it done to me - any thoughts from anyone else?

Oh and I find hugs where one person leaves their arms hanging are always awkward. If someone didn't put their arms around me I would break that hug so fast. I don't know how these characters stay hugging someone who doesn't hug them back. *shudders*

MOND!!

I've never heard those bass notes before the opening credits music kicks in! I'm sure it's just been silent before... *runs away to check* Oh, they've always been there but it's definitely louder on ep 10 than ep 1 - I've obviously had my volume too low to hear it before now.

"To solve the problem you must first admit there is one". And "I don't want to sing at your funeral". Sand slapping some truths on the table.

Why do I get the feeling that Boeing is a shit-stirrer?!

Now that it's come to mind, I can't stop thinking about Papang and Poppy together. Sorry Mark (and Pepper) but I'm rooting for a different ship now.

*incoherent screaming* I just love Khaotung as an actor!!

Oh Atom 😂 smh

I feel sorry for Boston tbh.

I somehow knew Mew was going to push Top in the pool. It's what I would have done. 😂 (But also, more bbs music).

Ooops, accidentally liking Boeing's photo. We've all been there Mew, we've all been there 😂

Yeah, Boeing wasn't 'stolen' from Sand by Top. He's a minx who likes to flirt and shit-stir and get around.

(Have I seen that stripy vest in MSP?)

Is that jealous Boston activated?! Me thinks they're not talking about phones and phone cases... OMG I love these two.

Boeing: 'be with someone who won't cheat on you'. Uh Mew...that is not Boeing. I wouldn't trust him as far as I could throw him.

ANOTHER KISSING PAIR @ranchthoughts!! (I know you know but I need to shout at you anyway)

THAT'S THE DON'T SAY NO HOUSE @colourme-feral!! The 'holy guacamole' house!

Oh nooooooooo Ray's dad paid Sand to encourage Ray to go to rehab. Now Ray knows and it's going to deter him from going. Noooooooooo.

Oh wow. Oh....... Wow. Just wow. Khaotung and First. I just... WOW. But also, it's Ray's turn to slap some truths in Sand's face.

Oooo I don't trust Mew. I think Boeing got to him.

I do like Mond playing evil though.

Oh, ohhhhhhhhhh Boeing is vindictive. I want to feel sorry for Top but...I need more of their backstory first...and Top's motivations for being with Mew...so, the jury's out for now.

Neo does 'kicked puppy' really well.

Oh Mark is incredible. He does that switch from cocky to vulnerable so well.

Just, *takes a deep breath*, THIS SHOW IS SO FRICKING GOOOOOOOOD *incoherent screaming*

See my other post for an serious in-depth meta essay on this ep.

#only friends #only friends the series #ofts #ofts ep 10 #this was a STELLAR ep #S T E L L A R #all the actors were amazing #but khaotung is just...fuuuuuucking incredible #than you jojo #thank you so much for crafting this series for us to see what these actors can do #now do the same for some badass women #please and thank you

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luwathegreat · 2 months

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Nina and Maggie; Go Easy on Them PLEASE- FOR ME!!

It's always a bit bittersweet for me when I see people really go in on Nina and Maggies relationship, (as in the connection between two people, not as in a romanic pairing) complaining about their lack of chemistry and how they're bored of them and all that (Those opinions are valid of course if that is how you feel). I've screamed "Yes! That's the point!" in my bathroom, going absolutely feral on a day where the reigns Good Omens has on me was tighter than usual. Nina and Maggie aren't MEANT to have Chemistry (at least how I see it). They're not meant to be a couple, at least not right now! They've barely interacted all too much! To me, they're there to show a lesson to Aziraphale and Crowley: COMMUNICATION IS ALWAYS KEY! ALWAYS. Aziraphale and Crowley have known each other for THOUSANDS of years. Most of their interactions are not necessarily romantic, but their chemistry is suffocating. A good chunk of their lives had been spent on opposite sides, clashing against eachother, even though there's a 6000 year friendship simmering and ready to explode. But even after Eden, after the Globe Theatre, after Edinburgh, after Armegedidnt, they still don't TALK. They don't COMMUNICATE, just as Nina and Maggie said!!

Nina and Maggie barely knew eachother. Most of their interactions we see have been micromanaged and swayed by Aziraphale and Crowley, or just centered around the potential of them being a pair. Maggie bringing Nina the LP, The fucking "trapped together" trope happening when they're locked inside the coffee shop, The raining + canopy, the dancing, fighting demons together. But you can't even find their chemistry with a magnifying glass. It's not MEANT to be there! Again, the BARELY know eachother! But despite all that, they still found some time to talk between themeselves and PROPERLY communicate with eachother. They were able to iron out the wrinkles and now they have a wonderful foundation to build a friendship, and maybe something more! They're not meant to parallel Aziraphale and Crowley in the sense of "Oh, this is Aziracrow but lesbians!" no no no! That's not it my dear. They're meant to almost mirror them and show "even Nina and Maggie were able to come to an understanding after simply TALKING ONCE! Aziracrow could finally SEE and HEAR eachother if they actually sat down and properly spoke instead of wittering on all day about wines and such" (They almost did really! They were so close! They were right there!But then but then but THEN- *sobs* the final fifteen minutes...)

Anyways, THATS the lesson Nina and Maggie are meant to teach us (I believe)! They pretty much tell us this themselves but people seem to really not like them at all for lacking what they're not mean to have. Which is their exact purpose. Which I find funny! It feels like hating a car for having wheels instead of horse legs. Anyways! That's my two cents! I hope this didn't feel mean or whiney- BYE BYEEE MMMWAAH!

#my ineffable chattering #good omens s2 #ineffable husbands #nina and maggie #good omens #communication is key people #I was thinking about this post all day yesterday #Then I finally wrote it at like 6am

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wordsbymae · 2 years

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mae I swear we're so desperate for non-violent yandere content that we ate it all so plz let's talk more about alwyn

Yay! I'm not too fond of violent yandere stuff (at least directed at the darling) either. I can handle some stuff but heavy (constant) violence directed at the darling is just not for me (others may like it and that's fine!). I'm so happy you guys liked him!

I have like 6 out of my 12 drafts dedicated to Alwyn now. I do want to dive more into his yandere side (I find myself only really skimming the surface of it all with my OCs, but I think that's just a confidence thing, as I write more it should get better). I want to really show the lengths he will go and also how obsessive and delusional he can be.

I also plan to have the reader just not flinch at all to that side (maybe the violent side), like she might walk into the back room he told her never to go into for some reason and just sees him in front of the college of things relating to her. A statue of her in marble he forced a poor artist to make. It's decorated in expensive necklaces and bracelets (he gives you the priceless stuff), he's laid down flowers (they look a lot like the ones you had in your hair when he first saw you) around the feet of the statue, there are neat piles of dresses that you thought you gave away cause they either ripped, you just didn't like them or ones you thought you lost. They all have questionable stains on them (particularly around the bust area). And he here is just looking at you in fear cause he's thinking you gonna freak out and try and leave (he would never let you) instead you just ask him if he's seen a ring of yours and he silently takes it from the altar in front of him and gives it to you. You give a cheer of thanks and just leave.

Hey! Have you se- stop screaming it's just me. Have you seen my ruby ring?

You know that quote that always goes around for incorrect quote things were it's like:

I know you love them

Why would you say that?

I saw you drawing up your wedding invitations

Those are plans for our joint tombstone

That is him! He is so obsessed he just is constantly thinking of you. You know how he said he couldn't rob people at the party when he was thinking of you? I mean it literally, like he's just following you around with his eyes from his hiding spot in the bushes and he has literal heart eyes, and his men are like ok so do we attack now? and he just gives a sigh and puts his head in his palm and just has this dopey smile on his face. He then shoots up and is like an ok new plan! Steal her, and point directly at you as you just stand completely oblivious to it all. and his men are like ah yes for ransom. and he's like ahhhh yes for ransom, it has nothing to do with the fact I think she is pretty and I overheard her talking and she sounds really smart and she also told a really funny joke about dogs, It has nothing to do with that at all. and just as he's about to put operation steal the pretty girl into action, you're running off into your room in tears. He gets so sad too until he comes up with a better plan to kidnap you during the week. They all fail and he's just in the pub crying into his arms on the table but if anyone asks he's not and he's just planning a heist and needs to cover his face with his arms as a way to think. And then the shouty man who does noble decrees is in the pub telling everyone that if they've got the money they can marry you. His head is shooting up and he's like yes! Now I can put my real talents to good use, killing and robbing!

I also like to think he would be really sad he wasn't allowed to see you before the wedding. In the reader's mind, she's protecting herself against a cruel rebuttal if her future husband decides she's not desirable enough, in his mind he's going feral because he just wants to see your face and make you laugh. He sneaks around and finds you though. Whether that be through your window as you're getting ready for bed and he's just hanging onto your balcony for one look at you. Or (and he will never admit this to you) but he's hiding under your bed as you get changed, and he bites his knuckles to stop himself from combusting in joy at the sight of your naked thighs and heavy breasts. And then there are the nights here's listening to you touch yourself, he's either under your bed again or hiding in your closet and he's just listening to your bed slightly creak and your whines and moans and heavy sighs and even the sound of your fingers gliding inside your heat. It's almost enough for him to pass out. Instead, he releases some pressure using his hand wishing it was your cunt he was rutting against instead of his rough palm. Also, he dreams of shoving his head in between your thighs and feasting on your sweet taste. All in all he just wishes he could talk to you so he can charm his way under your skirts.

I think it all got to his head as well. Like in your mind you are worried you are not good enough, but he's feeling the same thing. I mean you are the daughter of a noble. He's just the bastard son of some lowly knight (not the prince like everyone says) and his mum tried everything to raise him well and he still becomes a criminal! He's a murderer and crook and yet he's marrying you. So he feels like he has to show off. But he is a stupid man and he thinks that includes threatening a priest and making vulgar comments about you to his men (look how strong he is! listen to how much he thinks you're hot!). he felt really bad when you sobbed when he said the stuff about making you suck his cock, and he also felt really really bad at the way you cried getting called a heifer. He meant it as a really good complaint! Heifers and cows are pretty and cute like you.

Ok, I have to go get food with my mum (I'm starving) but hope this is good!

lots of love mae xx

#yandere drabble #yandere x reader #yandere #yandere imagines #oc #yandere prompts #mae answers #oc outlaw #alwyn #oc alwyn #also if it seems ive been online alot today its because i was finishing an assignment and ive been checking into tumblr when i get bored #promise i have a life and friends #also i finished the assignment!#chubby!reader #female reader #mae speaks #insecure!reader #midsize

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a-small-batch-of-dragons · 8 months

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*materializes into existence*

Hey :D

[beware, this is long]

Idk if you're doing prompts rn (if not, that's okay; remember to take care of yourself). But if you are, may I request some Creativitwins h/c?

I love feral protective Remus <3

Maybe Roman has a terrifying nightmare and his own intrusive thoughts are just so loud, so he wakes up (almost screaming). Idk, maybe it's about being separated from his brother again and some sort of autophobia sets in? Maybe he panics and has a panic attack about it? Anyway: the others don't really know about his nightmares cause, ya know, angst and insecurities. Virgil can probably feel/taste all his anxiousness n stuff but it takes him far too long to recognize it as Roman's?

Maybe Remus is the one who finds him cause his intrusive thoughts are so loud, especially now with all the aftermath of the wedding n stuff. So he goes to Roman's room, hears what sounds like a terrified scream, and helps his bro out. Maybe all the moral confusion from Patton and now Janus being accepted and how he hurt both Janus and Logan just really screws with him? Like all his insecurities just completely intensify. Like from maybe some 'cold shoulder' and slight unsympathetic behavior from most of the others just makes it worse, and so he locks himself in his room and hides the fact that he has terrifying nightmares? Cause who would help him, he's been so mean to everyone, he doesn't deserve it- (ya know, the usual Roman angst).

So yeah, Remus helps out his bro. Virgil finally realizes that it's Roman's panic attack he's sensing (and he is so sorry and guilty and ashamed of how long it took; and oh no, everything clicks). So he goes to help and Remus is calming his bro down, and is just so protective of him cause that's HIS brother that they've all hurt. Ain't no way he's letting this go, no matter what Roman says. No one gets to mess with his bro unless it's HIM.

Anyway, it ends with Remus and Virgil calming him down and giving him a butt (ha) load of reassurance n shizz. Maybe some confrontation with the others? Maybe some h/c with the others comforting Roman as well and apologizing for being idiots? Like a platonic dlampr, platonic creativitwins kind of fic?

You can always add some 'bruised ego' whump or something if ya want. Always a classic.

Anyway, love your fics! Hope you're doing well :D

this one got away from me a little...probably not in a way that you were expecting/wanted but! I did my best

#dragonbabbles

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jojameswinter · 1 year

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I think a severely underrated look that I haven’t seen anyone talk about yet is the way Kiara smiles at JJ across the fire on Poguelandia. Girl was already down SO BAD before they even left that island. The heart eyes were insane. Like that is the face of someone who is staring at their favourite person in the entire world. She was happy simply because HE was happy. It’s so beautiful I really can’t deal with it.

I think Kiara was very aware of her feelings for him on the island but was also content with the way things were between them. You could see how freaking giddy she was to just be around him and spend all this time with him. Their lives were perfect for that entire month, and she probably didn’t want to jeopardize what they had built by telling him how she felt. But I think that all changed when she thought she was never going to see him again after getting kidnapped. I’m sure that gave Kiara the push she needed to be like “Life is short. I know what I want and I’m going to go after it” which is why she doesn’t back down when they have their accidental almost kiss on the boat 😭

ANON!!!! So sorry this took me a while, but I AM HAVING A MENTAL COLLAPSE!!!!! 😭

Poguelandia is truly something so special. That blissful point in time where everything was falling in place for jiara, where the weight of everything wasn't burdening them. It was so beautiful to see, and although I didn't necessarily expect it to be that dialed up in the first episode, it worked perfectly because of how they played it and their natural chemistry. What you said about them looking at each other like they're each other's favorite person MAKES ME SO FERAL - that's exactly it! And I think it's always been that way; it's obvious they've always had a special place for each other. And on the island, they finally started facing what that means. You're so right - the looks on the island were just LSKJFOWIEFJLSKDFJLSKDJF like I think I might have to go watch that episode today!!!!

I agree; I think when she saw him on that dock, it was another level of realization - hence what happened on the boat afterwards. I think they knew everything had been building and possibly even discussed it in so many words with how they so casually said they needed to talk to Pope. But it felt like it was a turning point where they had to really start confronting their situation.

I AM LOSING MY MIND; I SWEAR IT GETS WORSE EVERY DAY SLKJFSLKDFJLSKDJF THANK YOU FOR COMING TO SCREAM WITH ME!!!!!! ❤️

#POGUELANDIA Y'ALL #I CAN'T DEAL #friends don't look at friends that way #BECAUSE THEY'RE IN LOVE #IN CANON #HELP #jiara #ask #my asks #lovely anon #diana answers #obx #obx3 #jj maybank #kiara carrera

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blubushie · 1 year

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Well I'm taking you at your word, then! Round 1: How did you come to do what you do? Was it a sudden impulse/ jumping off the deep end, or a slow and steady march into it? Have you always wanted to hunt nuisance animals for money or did you come by it while pursuing something else at first?

In short: How did Blu become bushie? *chin hands*

It was 100% a result of me losing my mind and going off the deep end.

FUN STORY TIME.

I don't like people. In this kinda way.

"EW. PEOPLE."

People are strange and cruel and nasty and sometimes they'll kill lizards in front of you when you're in year 4 because they know you like them. People do mean things to other things just to hurt someone they don't like, so I don't like people. And there's a fucking lot of people everywhere. There's a lot of people in Alice Springs. There's a LOT of people in California.

And I don't like people.

I'll admit that I got into my own head a lot (still do; I zone out often). And I got this idea, right? The Swagmen of Olde. They lived in the bush with a lot less, er, support than what we have now. Modern day swagman. Revive an old Australian tradition. So I was say fifteen and we got out for I think the term 1 holidays, aaand I was officially a missing child for a week because I packed my swag and disappeared into the Outback. I lived off bottled water, native wells, and my scroggin ran out on day 2 so after that I survived off quandong and witchetty grubs (note to readers, don't go into the Outback without a machete because trying to dig out witchetty grubs with a knife will blister your palms). Basically stayed alive by making my own shelter from shit my dad taught me, or things I read about in books.

Anyway the NTPF eventually put out a chopper for me and dragged me kicking and screaming to civilisation (I was so feral they put me in the fucking divvy van) and it sucked (also I made the newspaper, not the point). But in the 5 days I was gone I just... found some inner peace, I suppose? I was talk of the town and over the next year there were three or four additional attempts to return to the Outback until Mum (and the NTPF) got tired of me trying to dehydrate myself to death and brought us both back to California.

And my California town is bigger than Alice Springs. The town has a population of ~80,000 and there's people fucking everywhere and I hate it.

So I did the same thing I did in Australia and routinely went walkabout to the point our local sheriff knew me by name. It got to the point the LOCALS knew me by name. Half would call in and report me when I was out walking on behalf of my father, the other were of the wildchild mentality and had an unspoken agreement of "Do not send Blu back to that house." (My parents aren't abusive or anything, the locals were just of the idea that at 16 I was finding my own way in the world like kids did back in the 50s, which... Yeah, I was.)

I was given an ankle monitor because I was a flight risk, and I stopped leaving.

Anyway I left high school, got a job working part-time graveyard at Dad's insistence on doing something with my life, and on the side I started talking to the neighbours who know I'm one hell of a shot (courtesy of me recently winning a county sharpshooting competition). And they get this bright idea, right, they've got a lot of coyotes on their property trying to lift their sheep. So I start killing coyotes. They're proud of my work, they tell their neighbours, I start getting paid $25 per pig I kill on their property so long as they keep the bacon. Fine deal for everyone involved.

Between pest control and graveyard and some other odd jobs I made ~$15k over 6 months and I still had this niggling idea in my head of going bush permanently. At 18 I bought my FIRST ute and went east. And that ute was fucking old. Not a '99 Ford, an '87 Ford F-150 with over 300,000mi on it. I figured I'd get to somewhere around New Mexico before it'd cark it because that poor bastard didn't sound right from the get-go.

And cark it it did! But I also learned a few things from my dad, and so I jerry rigged that cunt (which consisted of removing the faulty ignition and replacing it with a fucking screwdriver). I got it started and working again. Got it to Texas, got the ignition fixed, and took jobs in the southwest for 6 months.

And then I got sick of the southwest. I saw the towns I frequented become gentrified. They lost their personality. The mum and pop stores shut down and were replaced with Targets and Walmarts and the land started seeing construction and in six months I'd lost all hope for it.

So I said "fuck this shit" and decided, for the fifth time in my life, that I was going to the Outback. I went back to California, got my passport and all my necessary identification, had a MASSIVE argument with my parents because they didn't want me to leave, but I left anyway and sold the ute and I took a bus to San Francisco, got lost, ended up sleeping in an alleyway at some point which isn't important except to remember that I fucking hate cities, but eventually got my way to the airport with about $10k in cash and debit and I got the first flight to Sydney.

All without a fucking mobile phone.

And I spent every dollar I had save for $2000 on a '99 F-150. And my first night I bought a bottle of plonk (strange buying booze at 19 years old). I smashed it in the bush over my ute's roo bar and I christened her Matilda, my steadfast companion who will come waltzing with me. And I drove her up to Brisbane, and then to Cairns, and while in Cairns I was stopped and detained because of my rifle, and then that was confiscated for a month until I got my firearms licence, and then I had to go BACK to Brisbane to pick it up again but before I did that I met a bloke and spent my last $2k on a camper for Matilda.

So now I'm stuck in Australia with not a dollar to my name, no means of getting money on account of not having a rifle, and a new-christened ute with a camper but no way to pay for petrol.

So I drive up the track, end up heading west until Matilda ran out of petrol, then walked 2km or so to the nearest station who happened to have cattle. Aussies take care of our own. Told the bloke there the story over tea and supper, he says I can help muster if I know how to ride a horse.

Boy, do I.

So I do that for a few months, say hooroo to him after he helps me siphon petrol into my tank, and I return to Brisbane and get my rifle back. I make my way back through QLD, stop for a week in Longreach, then get another job as a stockman. For maybe a year I was a full-fledged stockman and met my heart horse and I met the first girl I ever loved, but then I stopped being a stockman, worked at sea on a fishing vessel for a few months, come back, and ended up getting a job working some pastoral land near there dealing with a small pack of wild dogs who'd been lifting the bloke's sheep, and I start making a name for myself again as one hell of a sharpshooter. And then I got my commercial shooter's licence.

Rest is history!

#blu whos #bushman #enjoy my life story

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terrence-silver · 2 years

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Picture this. End of S5. Two days after that humiliating ambush on his turf. His turf!

They put him behind bars, for however insanely short time it took to figure out who exactly they were dealing with, but nobody puts Terry Silver in a cage and lives. He will get on that.

But what nags at him more is the feeling of betrayal. Kim Da Eun and her haughty favouritism. Chozen - a man he showered in hospitality and warmth. Daniel LaRusso, whom he had given every chance, Tory Nichols, whom he had gifted a championship, Kenny Payne, who he had mentored. Time itself.

John.

He had tried to fill the empty spaces time left before, but he always knew he was a romantic. All or nothing. Fake is worse than nothing, as Cheyenne showed. And maybe he'd been wrong? He felt that there were chances, paths not taken, with John and Daniel, with Da Eun, and he committed, because the screaming emptiness deafened him. Amends. Maybe the answer was in the past.

But all it left him with, again, were ashes.

So here he is, feral drunk, in some L.A. nightclub. Of course his revenge will sustain him, it always has. But the hollowness has to be filled with something, and music has always been a balm.

And there they are. Beloved. An honest to God thunderbolt to his heart.

Terry knows when things are real.

And he has no time for games. He corners his Beloved like a beast fighting to mate, all raw power and violence, but Beloved - they'll find out what that means soon enough, Terry has not a breath to waste - meets it with as much fire, maybe they've seen war as well. When he has them, he's still enraged.

"Where were you?" he spits, grip vice, this side of tender. "I needed you!"

Beloved raises their eyebrows. "Maybe you didn't deserve me yet."

Terry's response?

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-"Screw deserving!"-

Terry snaps, leaning on his elbow sinking into the mattress in the neon-lit backroom of a crowded club, the bass of the music on the stage echoing against the sound proof walls covered in multicolored wallpaper, still hungering for more even after counting round three on a bed in a Beverly Hills nightspot he came to unwind in, fresh from behind bars and a meeting with his lawyers and attorney, the end goal being getting drunk, getting high, getting pumped for the epilogue of his battle dance. Honing his taste for blood in the electrical current of midnight and the blazing pump of humanity. In Vietnam, nearly half a century ago from now, the boys would smear each other with war paint before heading out into the bush, never to return again. Here, Terry had nothing but himself and rituals guided by instinct. There would be no talks of deserving here, only destiny. Fate. Chance. In the most unlikely of places. Lighting. Recognition. I know your face, whispers an oddly familiar voice from the crowd. Maybe love at first sight exists. It does. It really does. Maybe life could be an old silver-screen picture once in a lifetime, when two people meet, the credits say 'Fin' and devotion is forever.

-"You should've been born forty years ago!"- He adds, gritted teeth.

-"You should've been there when the world was fucking bullshit for decades and decades at a time and I was clawing from the gates of hell for someone's hand, practically paying these pieces of shit for an ounce of anything real!"- His fingers graze that vulnerable spot between the outline of your neck riddled with his bites and your warm cheek as he rubs, feverish, taking in patterns of softness, patterns of skin, every curve and outline, wanting to burn it all into memory so it never leaves, all the long years of his life flashing in front of his eyes, alongside every moment he wished contained you; an existence without falsehoods, pretending, holding back, without loneliness, self-denial and masks. An existence denied to him by the juxtaposition of time itself. -"You should've reached out from the darkness to hold this."- Eyes meet in the subdued haze of your shared nest secured by a locked door, and he removes his palm from your face, entwining his hand with yours, fingers squeezing each other like a salvation raft, fitting right. Fitting perfectly. Like one being. His breathing ragged from rage, desire and serenity all at once. Catharsis.

-"I'm holding it now, aren't I?"-

You remark, gentle and warm. Nuzzling into him, comfortably serene in a post-coital glow. Terry no longer hears the music from the top floor of the club. There's no thumping shaking the room and the ground. He hears a string of amorous aria of violins shaping reality.

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I like to imagine this is the song he envisions in his head (x) @msfbgraves

#anyway shocking #a hungarian who loves rozsa miklos' el cid soundtrack #what a lovely ask by the way #i have missed goodies from you #please send more if you can #terry silver #kk3 #cobra kai #cobra kai season 5 #terry silver x reader #terry silver x beloved #old man terry

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