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makyurini · 1 year

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Hi :). Ugh, I absolutely loved your könig fic. If it’s not too much trouble, König with a breeding kink?? tysm💕✨

when i tell you i've been absolutely bonkers lately thinking of this... you're an evil genius and i thank you for that <;3 (also couldn't resist little hints of obsessive behavior and maybe a teeny tiny bit of submissive könig for a few lines maybe perhaps)

cw/tw: NSFT, fem reader (AFAB anatomy, referred to as “mutter”, “mama”), talks of impregnating and being pregnant, könig kinda tosses reader around a lil bit, size kink, some marking (biting, scratching), a teeny tiny bit of choking if you squint, maybe even a lil bit of dumbification, very enthusiastic consent, implied no condom usage, not proof read bcoz my coochie wrote this, uhhh i think that's it?

König has never been one to try and push boundaries. Though he isn’t shy by any means when it comes to exploring things in the bedroom, he’s all too aware of how easy it would be to accidentally hurt you, and he’s not sure how he would cope with that guilt. He doesn’t think he could handle it, truth be told, because he’s gentle by nature; always placing tender kisses wherever his lips will reach while his fingers wander, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as he lowers his cock into you, making sure to provide you with snacks and water and comfort after every time you’ve spent lost in each other. He’s worked hard to earn your trust, and he’d rather bite his own tongue off than have your faith in him waiver

But he can’t deny that there are times he wants to let loose a little, to throw caution to the wind and fuck you without a worry in the world, to toss the condom to the side and bury himself in you so deeply neither of you are sure where he ends and you begin. It’s damn near painful to hold himself back, bite marks marred into his bottom lip serving as evidence of his restraint, but he does it with pride

That is, until the night you tell him it’s okay to let inhibitions go and allow instinct to take over

“Mein schatz, you feel so good,” König pants into your ear as he continues to thrust into you. “S-S-So fucking good. Oh my god, schnucki, I want to stay inside of you forever”

Two weeks without seeing each other has left you leaving open-mouthed kisses on each other’s bodies before König could even fully unlace his boots, all hungry teeth clashing and tongues raving until clothes were strewn about and restraint was left at the doorway. Pictures and video chat could never replicate the peace of having him with you, hovering over you with his stormy eyes boring into yours, his heart slamming against his chest as if it were trying to reach you. König, your König, with his calloused hands caressing your thighs as he throws your legs over his shoulders. König with his scarred chest heaving and panting as he drills his throbbing cock into you. König with his addictive lips kissing and nibbling on your calves as you whine and wither beneath him. König with his rough voice spilling out praises and groans all over your body

König, König, König

Nothing could do him justice, truly, especially not blurry pictures and hushed phone calls late at night

“P-Please, König,” you whimper underneath him, and somehow find the strength to shimmy your legs down and attempt to wrap them around his waist, effectively trapping him. “Don’t stop! Don’t fucking stop, please”

“Wouldn’t dream of it” One of his hands comes down to cup your cheek, and you twist your face so you can kiss his calloused palm. A breath catches itself in his chest, and he lets out a low groan before dipping his head down into the crevice of your neck. “Do you know what you do to me, liebling, how crazy you make me? God, du bist schön” You are beautiful. And god, does he mean it. More beautiful than any sunset, any summer storm, any night sky he has ever had the privilege to see. He thinks you might be an angel. He knows, at the very least, one is envious of you

Your legs around him tighten, and he thinks for a moment he sees heaven. “Show me,” you pant and dig your nails into his back, earning a surprisingly loud moan from him. “Show me how crazy I make you, König”

His hips falter for only a moment, a concerned look flashing across his face. “Are you sure, schatz? I don’t know how much I can hold back”

“I don’t want you to. I want you to fuck me in the way you truly want to”

And there’s a set determination in your eyes, a challenge, that despite the fact that you’re already covered in a thin blanket of sweat and your thighs and calves are littered with bite marks, you still think he’ll hold back. I want you to fuck me in the way you truly want to. But what if that means hurting you on accident? What if it means leaving more marks than either of you are prepared to take care of? What if it means you’ll never be able to trust him the same way again?

As if sensing his hesitance, you squeeze your thighs again, forcing him to look you in the eye; and when he does, all he can see is love and trust shining in your irises and that, he thinks, no matter what happens, he never wants you look at him any differently. That if he could, he’d take a snapshot of that expression and put it in a locket to hold close to his heart. Precious, so precious. He never wants to lose it, to lose you, to ever stray so far from you that he forgets what it's like to love and be loved in return. So he does the only thing he can think of in that moment: he presses your legs down so your knees are nearly touching your ears, and sets a near back-breaking pace as he thrusts his cock into you

It’s absolutely carnal the way he grabs and pulls at you, how easy it is for him to pin you down exactly where he wants you, how he can bend and twist your body in ways you didn’t even think possible. One hand twists and pinches at your nipples, the other grips the meat of your thigh to keep in you in place, and he's sure this is what heaven must feel like. Pretty sounds fall from your lips and crash against him like a hurricane, and he's never been more thankful to be a human before this moment, basking in everything you provide him with, bottling every little noise fluttering out of you and bottling it away for safe-keeping

“König,” you cry out, shaking hands gripping onto the sheets beneath you for some sense of stability. “König, fuck, f-feels so good, so full”

His eyes roll to the back of his head, hips slapping into the back of your thighs and fingers digging into your flesh more. “Oh gott, liebe, tell me. Tell me how good I make you feel. Tell me how much you need me. Tell me, schatz, tell me you want all of me like I want all of you”

Your fingers are nearly splitting through your skin with how tightly you’re holding onto the last few shreds of sanity, red mist dousing your bodies as evidence of your dedication and passion. He’s so pretty above you, all low growls and moans as he’s losing himself inside of you more and more, begging for just a little more. Tell me how much you love me so I feel okay about how obsessed I am with you. I’ll crack my ribcage open for you, just tell me how pretty red looks on me

“Wan’ all of you, König,” you babble underneath him, voice wobbly with tears and carnality. “Need you so bad! Please, need everything from you! Fuck me pregnant for all I fucking care, as long as it’s yours!”

It’s as though a beast takes over König's body, one he thought he kept locked away from you, far enough to never come close, hidden enough that he often forgets it’s there, claws capped and mouth muzzled as to not be tempted to listen to its growls. He isn’t sure what sends him over, whether it was hearing how desperate you are to cum or to hear you wouldn’t mind him getting you pregnant. In one swift movement, König has you sitting in his lap and is bouncing your limp body on his cock, trembling legs wrapped around his waist and heavy head leaning on his broad shoulder for support. He’s not quite gentle with you, not quite rough, just enough to let you know he’s a man on a mission to have you nice and round with his child

“Look so pretty,” he coos in your ear, the rough sound of skin slapping skin a direct [contradiction] to the tenderness in his tone. “You’d look so pretty with a big belly, yeah? Wearing my shirts and waddling around. Gonna be a good mama, aren’t you? Gonna be the best mutter to our pretty lil’ baby, hm?” His accent grows thicker and thicker the closer and closer he gets to the edge, and you find yourself squeezing down on him even more, without a thought, without a care, so long as you can milk him for every last drop. “Tell me, mama, who do you think the baby will look like more, hm? Do you think it’ll be tall as me? Have your nose? Gott, I hope it has your laugh. Tell me, mama, tell me you can’t wait to be the mutter of my child. Tell me you want to be pregnant and full with my baby. Tell me, mama, tell me, please”

“Wan’ be the mother of your child,” you manage to slur, face nestled in the crook of his neck and breathing in his musky scent as his balls slap against the swell of your ass, legs shaking the more the knot in your guts tighten. “Fuck, König, wan’ you to take care of me while I’m so pregnant I can’t do anything for myself. Wan’ you to fret over me and spoil me so our baby comes out happy and healthy”

And suddenly, König is wrapping his arms around you and squeezing onto you as if you’re the only thing keeping him grounded. A part of you suspects that’s true. Another part, a part you’d rather ignore, hopes it’s true

“Ich komme gleich,” his rough voice pierces your ears. I’m going to cum. “Please, schatz, ich will in dir kommen” I want to cum inside you. “Lass mich in dir kommen, bitte, ich flehe dich an” Let me cum inside of you, please, I'm begging

“Cum, liebste, cum, cum, cum, please! Fuck, I’m gonna cum with you”

Your cries mix with his whines, and, just as abruptly as it all began, you’re both spilling over each other, praises and pleas and moans and whimpers pouring over your bodies and cocooning you in warmth and safety. Though he trembles beneath you, König gently nudges your forehead off of his shoulder so he can place a gentle kiss on your nose, then your cheek, and finally your lips, his cock spurting the last of his cum inside of you

Once he's sure you're both fucked out and blissful, he slides you off of his lap in order to inspect the mess on his thighs. Unsurprising to the both of you, some of his cum has managed to leak out of you, but he scoops it up and carefully slides it back into you, already half-hard at the thought of possibly fucking it back in you instead

“Do you really think I’d make a good mom?” you ask after he’s fetched you some water and a snack to nibble on. “Or was that just your way of going bareback?”

He playfully wrinkles his nose at your remark, and grins when you let out a snort. “I think you’d make the best mutter.” And his voice is so benevolent, full of so much adoration and love, that you can’t help but shyly smile up at him. He’s quick to place a chaste kiss on the crown of your head before getting up to wipe the sweat that gathered on his body, and you quickly swat at his bottom before he has a chance to dodge your hand

“What if I’m not pregnant though?”

The grin he flashes at you is such a perfect mixture of boyish and wolfish that, just for a breath, you forget what his profession is and good at it he is. “Then we’ll have to keep trying, won’t we?”

You have a funny feeling you’re going to be awfully busy for the next few months.

Reblogs/comments are always appreciated! ♡

#one day i'll be able to write smut without mutual obsession themes #today is not that day <3 #könig x reader #könig cod #könig smut #konig #konig imagine #konig modern warfare #konig x reader #konig cod #konig smut #könig modern warfare #♡.mine!#namedaftertheweather

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nereidprinc3ss · 4 months

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hii! could i request something w spence where he asks uni reader to move in with him and r is kinda nervous about it please🙏🙏 love all of ur fics, and thanksss 🫶🫶🫶

yass this is super cute!!!! thank you for the request, hope i did it justice

warnings/tags: fluff!! a teensy bit suggestive at the end if u squint... i cant help myself. i'm an animal

requests are open! sfw and nsfw welcome

(a/n: this is probably an awkward spot to put this but I didn't wanna make a whole other post: THANK YOU GUYS FOR ALL THE LOVE AND SUPPORT!!! i have gained over 100 followers since i last posted and have over 1k notes on both of my recent works thats literally bonkers insane crazy town ACTUALLY. i love hearing your thoughts and reactions to my work even if its just a silly little comment. so yeah. thanks and so much love to u ALL)

“So basically, I’m not allowed in the dorm except to sleep because she always has her boyfriend over, and I told her that’s literally insane—I’m paying thousands of dollars to be there just like her. If she wanted privacy she should have gotten a single. She can’t just lock me out of our shared bedroom all the time! I live there!”

You’re stabbing violently at your food by the time you finish your verbal tirade.

“Okay, maybe put the knife down before you hurt yourself,” Spencer suggests, readying a hand to take the implement away from you if necessary. The knife clatters against your plate as you drop it.

“She’s driving me fucking crazy,” you mumble, rubbing your eyes until you see fireworks. “And the housing department said I don’t have grounds to transfer rooms, so I’m stuck with her for the rest of the year.”

There’s no reply from your boyfriend, and a pang of guilt in your chest makes you look up at him again. His expression, as so often is the case, is inscrutable.

“I’m sorry for ranting. I’m really happy to see you and I don’t mean to ruin dinner, I just—”

“You could stay with me,” he interrupts.

You blink.

“Like... when she locks me out?”

Spencer laughs self-consciously.

“No, like... permanently.”

For a moment you just gape at him like an idiot, trying to comprehend his offer.

He wants you to move in... with him. Permanently. He wants to live with you.

You realize you’ve been staring at him for far too long, and you lean back, inhaling deeply as the world launches into motion again.

“That’s... a big step, Spence,” you breathe. His eyes scan you head to toe, and you realize he’s most definitely analyzing your body language.

“You don’t have to say yes. It was just an offer,” he shrugs, standing up and clearing the plates from the table.

“Wait,” you call, following him to the kitchen. “Are you upset now because I leaned away from you when you asked?”

He turns from the counter, looking at you blankly.

“Of course not. That would be ridiculous.”

Oh, he totally is.

You tentatively step forward, gently lacing your fingers through his—but unable to meet his eyes.

“It’s not that I don’t want to,” you begin gingerly, “but I’m... I’m not done with school. We always said I would move in once I graduated.”

“That’s an arbitrary limitation we set for ourselves. There are plenty of ways to get you from here to campus every day.”

“But you’re not even here sometimes. I would just be alone.”

“You would have the whole apartment to yourself. You would have my bed. You wouldn’t have to share a shower with an entire floor of college students anymore. And ultimately, we would get to spend a lot more time together.”

You try to speak but find your throat is tight. Spending more time together is exactly what you’re afraid of.

“What’s your real objection here?” he asks quietly, running his thumb back and forth over the underside of your wrist. You swallow, watching the motion of his hand.

“I’m afraid, that if we move in together... you’ll stop liking me.” The words come out paper thin, barely audible.

And he laughs. Your teary eyes dart up, surprised by the reaction—slightly hurt, even.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart, I’m not laughing at you,” Spencer says, sobering up when he sees your baleful expression. “I just can’t believe you think I’d stop liking you.” He wipes away the tears beading on your eyelashes delicately. “I’m in love with you. Neurologically that is pretty hard to undo.”

You study his face, looking for any sign of hesitation or dishonesty. All you find is pure fondness in the curve of his lips; utter devotion in the soft set of his eyes.

“You promise you won’t start hating me as soon as I move in?”

“I promise.”

You lean against his chest, craning your neck to look up at him.

“I can be pretty annoying.”

“I think I can handle it.”

“I take really long showers.”

He kisses you softly. “Me too. I’m sure we can figure out a way to conserve water.”

Despite your reservations you smile against his lips.

“Okay?” he asks.

“Okay.”

#criminal minds #spencer reid #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid fic #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x self insert #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x you

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gojosatorailme · 1 year

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How Lookism characters would eat you out

- Daniel, vasco, zack, gun, goo, Dg

Daniel Park

He’s a virgin. Cant expect much homie

I’d expect him to be a quick learner so he’d look at you throughout it, very experimental with it

Soft kitten licks soft kitten licks soft kitten licks.

Oh? You like it here instead? Okay! He’ll go crazy 💯

Id see him as quite shy and nervous as he wouldn’t know what he’s doing though he’d get more comfortable and confident with reassuring words!

As he gets more used to it you’ll be in tears

Soft and sensual licks, his face buried inside you flicking his tongue the way he knows drives you crazy

UI Daniel on the other hand… a menace. Absolute menace.

Forget walking bby you’ll forget how to think all together

Goodluck soldier

Vasco

I LOVE VASCO

WHYRE HIS BONKERS SO FUCKING HUGE????

He’s so cute I feel like he’d be so dumb and lick the left flap

Like I KNOW he’d do smt wrong by accident bc the poor guys just so confused

Somehow has a charm to him like somehow

Maybe it’s bc his milkers are so large you get delusional or maybe it’s bc his abs are all sweaty and he looks hot but theres SOME CHARM THERE

Vascos so cute

Would put your release before his like it’s a priority he’d put the burn knuckles on the line for it

Wants to make you feel good so teach him the way and he’d do wonders

Zack Lee

Stop joking honey hes a taken man

Keep scrolling home wrecker 🤬🤬

joking he’s also in the virgin gang ^^

Whole worrywart

He’d ask if he’s doing this right, if you feel good, or literally anything

I see him as a body worshipper or like he’d be into praise

Pls tell him he’s doing a good job

Very sweet I love zack

Still a taken man tho keep scrolling boo 😒

Gun

Would he even eat you out or would he get straight to pounding your brains out let’s think for a second

Have a strong feeling he’d be so aggressive

Strong and power licks. Like not even kidding

Have you seen his body maybe he does tongue workouts too u never know??

You want him to go slower? He’ll go faster. You want him to go faster? He’ll go slower. You want him eat you out at all? He’ll dip.

He’s such a menace for what

yk how he takes glasses off during fights? He does it while eating u out and I find it so oddly hilarious

Imagine he outs the glasses on and somehow gets turned on by it GOODBYE

Slaps ur genital area?? He’s mean. He’s just mean.

This is supposed to be like nsfw but it’s a parody atp I feel like gun was such a leash kid it’s so funny HE PROBS BIT A TEACHER IM FALLING IT IDK

He’ll go feral on u 💯 dick in or tongue in idc he’s a beast

He’d degrade u Roo like calling u a little slut for being turned on by how mean he’s being with u

Goo

HES JUST LIKE GUN BUT MORE GOOFY??

WOULD HE EVEN EAT U OUT FOR FREE?

Better get the bag before u think abt getting his tongue

u silly thing

He’d laugh idk and the vibrations would make your eyes roll back and ur all shivering

Would lick the left flap. But on purpose.

Teases u on purpose hes just so mean

he would listen to u either like no going fast hed go slow no going slow her go fast HES JUST LIKE GUN MF

Dg/James Lee

……….

Theres a lot to say but a lot not to say.

Eye contact. Mega eye contact.

Him as James Lee? A menace. I mean it’s already Canon that he’s a menace so why do u think he won’t be one in the bedroom?

ur so silly!

He’s James Lee the living legend of the first gen that’s know to be the best at literally every fucking thing HE WON POETRY LIKE MAD RESPECT IM SO BAD AT POETRY

If he’s good at everything he’s probably a god in the bedroom

ITS ALSO CANON HE HAS A BIG DICK

Maybe I’m biased and I love James but. Yeah.

You’ll be screaming, crying, fucked out, and all but keep going u got this!

him as DG however…

The same. Literally the same.

Both would be such a tease.

Also part of the mean group those little fuckers

He’s so unexpected to like could he giving u small kitten licks one second and the next his tongue is faster than flash like in being so fr

To conclude, he’s a god in the bedroom and I’d like to experience it first han-

The sex legend

#dg x reader #james lee lookism #dg lookism x reader #lookism #daniel park #lee jihoon lookism #lookism x reader #zack lee #daniel park x reader #zack lee x reader #vasco x reader #burn knuckles #gun lookism #goo lookism #euntae lee #gun park #gun park x reader #smut

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louissatturi · 10 months

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TAZERCRAFT AND CELL IN FUGA IMPOSSÍVEL

[TRANSLATION]

[Pac]: we are pretty happy

[Mike]: so... we made a friend that is being pretty good to us but im kinda scared of him because-

[Jv]: but nobody is good in prison

[Pac]: no no but HE is good, he is good he is kinda crazy

[Mike]: he is a little bit crazy, his name is cell, no

[Cell]: Hello little friends *tongue slurp* how yall are doing?

[Pac]: well cell, everything is okay, we ware just finishing talking about you to jv

[Mike]: yeah, yeah

[Cell]: it was such a long time since i saw you guys, i almost forgot about those green eyes

[Pac]: no, yeah but cell you know that we are chill right?

[Cell]: aaah of course of course *toung slurp* dont worry dont worry, anything you know, jv?

[Pac]: jv! Sit down jv, menners, cell is your guest

[Cell]: what are you doing here jv? *toung slurp*

[Jv]: Are you also trying to trick them?

[Cell]: trick?

[Mike]: what do you mean trick?

[Cell]: what are you(pac)doing with jv? I already told yall to not talk to him

[Pac]:MIKE

[Mike]: its because he got out of solitary today and we you know decided to talk to him a little bit because he was really good to us on the first day and we wanted to say a thanks and stuff

[Pac]: he spended a week in solitary,we ware just being Nice

[Cell]: well, whoever yall go out with is yalls decision,i see yall around

[Pac]: cell, WAIT THERE CELL let me explain CELL

[Jv]: dont call him, dont call him

[Mike]: pac wait wait, in some way jv inspires more trust in me then cell

[Pac]: wait Mike, i know that he is a bit bonkers but he is a good person he helped us, he protected us in the first day on prison, i know that-

[Jv]: he always does that to the newbies

[Pac]: maybe he will but he is a person that we can count on, if we are alive today and nobody beat us up is because of cell

[Mike]: true

[Jv]: thats his thing, he is only doing this to use both of you to scape

[Pac]: use us to scape? He dosent even know that we want to scape

[Mike]: that already heppend jv?

[Jv]: i had some friends in prison that ended up dying because of him

[Mike]: daam

[Pac]: stop exagerating jv

[Jv]: trust me,trust me

[Pac]: cell is...

[Jv]: well i have a plan

[Pac]: huum

#qsmp #fuga impossível #pactw the first cellbit apologist #tazercraft #cellbit #f!cell

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maskyartist · 5 months

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@mirrow-hamato and @warning-heckmouth both have violently infected me with brainworms after seeing their posts on Clay being the one in the Diamond instead of Floyd so may I offer y’all fine Clay lovin folks-

A lil bit of my own personal Crystal Clear Clay AU :)

Under the cut don’t wanna make it long but yeah lil ficlet under the cut cause this concept has me insane bonkers crazy! And if I can’t draw it may as well write it

The room was dark and quiet. The air, cold and empty, as lifeless as the little creature trapped in its cage feels in this moment. Then again, is it new? To feel so much smaller? So much weaker?

Clay curls up in the silence of the recording booth, tail tucked neatly under his head as he stares at his reflection in the crystalline wall of his Diamond prison.

How long has it been? Since he’s been stolen away from the Putt Putts? How long has he been syphoned of his essence, of his talent? How long has he had to deal with the constant existence that was Velvet and Veneer? And Crimp, too, he supposes.

He really doesn’t like Velvet. Then again, she doesn’t like him, either. They were aiming for Floyd. Clay may not know much beyond the walls of the Putt Putt Greens, but he knows his brothers. Remembers them well enough. He knew Floyd would always strive for bigger and better things. He thrived under the spotlight, it shouldn’t surprise him that’s who the twins wanted. Floyd would’ve made a great solo career…

They didn’t get John Dory, the leader with a voice that could truly project across entire stadiums, no microphone required.

They didn’t get Spruce, the confidence, the posture, the heartthrob personality that must be carrying him now. He was such a charmer.

They didn’t get Floyd, who’s already incredible enough for reasons stated earlier.

Even Bitty B…sweet little Branch. The voice of an angel, that’s what he had. He would rather die then let his babiest brother get hurt like this, but he knows.

Anyone is better then Clay.

“Which one was he again…? The stupid one or something?” Veneer asks, mostly to his sister as he looks Clay over in his newly obtained prison.

“The uh…the fun one.” Clay murmured. “I’m the fun one.”

“Since when?” Velvet plucked the capsule from Veneer’s hands to glare at him. Clay was never tough. He just presses further into the Diamond walls. She rolls her eyes and looks at her brother. “This is why I don’t let you do important tasks! We were supposed to get a talented one, not some run down side-show!”

Veneer pouts at his sister, crossing his arms. “He’s still part of Brozone! Maybe he’s got some talent left?”

“There better be! That’s the only reason we needed one of them, and this one better be worth it!” Velvet huffs. “Hopefully, we’ll find some actual talent on the way home.”

He’s not stupid. Probably one of the smartest out of his brothers, at this point. He knew from the moment the band became popular he was no one’s favorite. Always the other brother. Always the yellow one. People never knew his name. Just his title. He never got much fanmail, or cheers, or anything, really. He was just…

The funny one. And now he’s not even that anymore.

Even more humiliating, Clay was no one without that title. No one without the band. No one without his brothers. He wanted to find people who respected him, took him seriously, and now…

A sigh. Clay stares at the purple walls of his prison and can only do one thing.

Accept defeat, and wait for whatever happens next-

*clatter! clang!*

-…maybe the AC’s acting up. Doesn’t change that Clay can only give up hope and-

*BAM!*

“MR. CLAY!”

-“Viva?!”

Jolting to his feet, Clay races to the very front of his prison, paws presses to the Diamond wall as he watches Viva land with surprising accuracy. If he wasn’t so amazed, he’d give her 10 across the board. What a landing, ladies and gentlemen, what a landing, indeed.

Feeling Viva’s paws press to his, the warmth radiating through the thick crystal walls, makes Clay relax with a happy smile. He didn’t think seeing a familiar face would feel so good.

“You still have my braid?” Viva asks, causing Clay to smile brighter. She loves braiding peoples hair, and Clay was her favorite subject, since his tends to stick in strange places.

Just before he was stolen away, Viva managed to put a small braid in his hair while he was asleep. Took him all day to figure out it was there. Now…

He shrugs. “Looks too nice to get rid of now, dontcha think?” He runs a paw through the braid. A few strands stick out here and there, but he can fix it. He will fix it. He can’t lose this piece of her.

Turning to the task at hand, Clay gazed at Viva. “What’re you doing here? How did you even find me?” He has to ask, because there’s no way. There’s no possible way-

Viva gives him a nervous smile. “Well, after you got taken, I might’ve spent some time alone…thinking…”

Clay’s heart aches. He didn’t want to scare Viva. He promised to always be there for her. Be by her side. Never leave like the people she had before. They were family, forever and always. And yet…

With a shake of her head, the cheeriness returns full force. “I couldn’t leave you out here to dry! So, I followed the footsteps, and after a bit of sneaking and searching, BAM!” A powerful karate slice in the air. Viva flashes Clay a broad grin, all fangs and fake confidence. “I found you!”

Clay can’t help but be stunned.

“You left the village…to find me?” Clay whispers, utterly astonished at the idea. Why would she? Just for him? “But, aren’t you scared?”

“Oh, terrified!”

Same ol’ Viva, it seems…

She presses harder on the Crystal, determination clear on her face. “But it’s like we always say. No Troll left behind. Not again.”

With that, Clay watches as Viva backs up to reach into her hair, pulling out two large sticky hands. Holding the leads like whips, she tosses both atop the bottle and steadies her footing. Then, the bottle begins to tip. Back and forth, back and forth. Clay is wobbled here and there, only catching up to her plan on his second hit into a wall. She’s trying to…unscrew the top? With the sticky hands, it seems. Clay would have more hope, but…

“Viva-!” Ouch, now he’s on the floor again. And thrown against a wall. And on the floor. Wall. Floor. Wall again, or is this meant to be the floor?

“VIVA, STOP!”

The Diamond stops with a clatter, Clay finally sitting up with steadiness again. Oof, he thinks he might hurl… The container has been tipped to its side, and Viva clearly hasn’t heeded his advice, as she now uses the sticky hands as grips for her paws to dig and attempt to twist the top off.

“Hold on!” She struggles, voice hitched as she tries her hardest. It’s like with the tunnel, watching her bloody her paws trying to dig through rubble and debris for just a chance to find them all again. “I can do it! I can! I’ll get you home, a-and we’ll all be safe again.”

“Viva…”

“We’ll fortify the defenses! You’re super good at that! Maybe a thicker door?”

“Viva.”

“More turf, too, could definitely use more turf. Is it a bad idea to pull our pods underground-?”

“Viva!”

Finally, she stops, staring at Clay who stares right back. He wants to hold her face. He wants to wipe her panicked tears and swear up and down it’ll all be okay.

Instead, all he can do is lay his paws on the wall, and feel her warmth as she moves from sticky hand to Diamond. Just to indulge him… She’s too selfless sometimes.

“This case…” A shake of his head. “It’s made of Diamond. Enchanted Diamond. There’s one thing can shatter Enchanted Diamond.”

“Ah-hah!” Viva grins. “I’ll find a Diamond breaking Hammer and come back-!”

“No, Viva, the perfect family harmony!” Clay stomps his foot. “It’s gotta be the perfect family harmony. That’s the only magic we Trolls have that’s strong enough to shatter Diamond.”

“Oh…” Tail wrapped around her leg, Viva gives Clay a furrowed brow. “And that means…”

“I’d need my brothers.” Clay finishes. The utter hopelessness on his face makes Viva wilt herself. She knows about his brothers. He wasn’t exactly shy about it, the many years after his return to the pod, the escape from the Burgens, they had time to connect and grow close. Viva knows as much about Clay as he knows about her.

She knows how bad it was for Clay. How awful he’d feel. How forgotten he’d feel. To know it’s going to take those same brothers to save him…she must know it’d be impossible. Viva is idealistic, she’s not stupid. Not by a long stop.

He’d feel guilty, but…he can’t feel much of anything as realization crashes into him like a speeding train. “My brothers…who are so scattered, we never even sent letters…”

The brothers who must’ve fully, and completely, forgotten him by now.

“Mr. Clay, please, this can’t be the only way!”

“It is, Viva.” He admits quietly. “This is it. If I could tell you where they were, I would, but I can’t.” Clay chokes out. Because why wouldn’t he? Why can’t it hurt, knowing just how forgotten he is? Why didn’t he ever try and find them? He’s so stupid, so, so, stupid-

Just then, before Viva can say anything, the doorknob clicks open, and Clay slams his paws against the Diamond to get her attention faster then the opening door could. “You have to go. Now!”

“But, Clay-!”

“GO!” Clay demands, nearly rattling the bottle as he pushes against the Diamond, trying to push Viva towards an exit. “If they trap you too, we’re helpless!”

“Clay…”

The chatter is getting closer. Clay stares Viva right in the eye.

“Viva, you are the smartest, strongest Troll I have ever met, and I’m so proud to call you my Queen.” Putt Putt needed a ruler, after all. “So please, do this for your people… They can’t be left without a ruler.”

With a disgruntled face, a moment of hesitation, Viva grabs her sticky hands and yanks them off the Diamond casing, flinging them to the air duct above the table.

“I’LL COME BACK FOR YOU!” She swears. “I’LL FIND A WAY TO SAVE YOU! WHATEVER IT TAKES! NO TROLL LEFT BEHIND!”

Her voice fades as she tucks into the air duct, right as-

“Alright, who’s ready to start recording!”

“Ugh, Crimp! You’re already being annoying and we just got here!”

“Go be a pest somewhere else.”

-Clay sighs in relief as Velvet, Veneer, and Crimp pile into the room just as Viva manages to slip away.

Now to just make it though the day. Something that is much, much harder then it sounds.

At least it’s easy to allow that throbbing pain of having the literal talent sucked out of him to fade away when he’s lost in thought, thinking of Viva, reciting his favorite books by heart in his head…

Yet, he’s not even safe in his mind. Not when he knows the truth.

“I’LL FIND A WAY TO SAVE YOU! WHATEVER IT TAKES!”

It’d take a damn miracle to get his brothers together for long enough to practice, let alone save him from this.

“NO TROLL LEFT BEHIND!”

Then why did he leave them behind? Why was he so selfish? Why was he so stupid? And why is he still stupid, hoping they’ll magically appear, just as Viva promised?

Clay simply takes to using the reflection in his Diamond prison as a mirror to adjust his braid. Viva was the one to put it in just before his Trollnapping, after all.

At least he has one good family to hold onto…

Makes it hard to know he’ll be leaving them behind, too.

He’s such a terrible brother…no wonder he’s forgotten.

#masky’s penmenship #ficlet #Drabble #trolls #trolls dreamworks #brozone #trolls clay #Clay trolls #trolls Viva #Viva trolls #how do u tag these lil shits????

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hey irma!! for the valentines prompts can i request aemond with you’re driving me crazy and mutual pining? 🖤💋

You Drive Me Crazy • Modern!Aemond Targaryen x reader • 18+

summary: There's no way Aemond Targaryen would ever notice you, a waitress from the dingy little diner...or is there? NSFW Warning: Itty bitty glimpse of public sex (?) they're in an empty dinner, no one sees // Song prompt: (You Drive Me) Crazy by Britney Spears // Vday prompts: #6 mutual pining, #12 secret admirers. • 2023 Vday ficlet fest masterlist

Baby, I'm so into you

“ – AT” Is your only clue. There, in one of the diner tables you were cleaning, someone had left a single red rose, with those initials on a note.

‘AT’ could stand for a number of names, but you can only associate those initials to bright lilac and silver blonde.

What can I do?

He drives you absolutely mad, bonkers, insane – just – fucking crazy.

You’d never have imagined a guy such as Aemond Targaryen, one of the snobby art history students, in a dingy place like the little diner across campus, where you work at. As a starving college student you had to make ends meet, but him?

And yet, he was here almost every night, with a book as his sole companion, always ordering either the soup of the day with some lemonade and tea afterwards, or a cup of coffee with a pastry.

He drives you crazy because he never says a thing. But regardless of his silence, he just has something that intrigues you – attracts you, so damn much. You exchange glances from across the diner, he lingers for a bit while ordering his meals. When other waitresses go up to serve him he always dismisses them politely, waiting until you come by his table. Then there’s the way he flushes when you take him by surprise and ask about the books he reads. The way you catch him staring at your legs in your uniform dress.

You feel like you’re losing it.

Tell me I'm not in the blue,

That I'm not wasting my feelings on you

February knocks on your door, bringing with it the promise of change. The month of pink and red roses and romance in the air. It thrills you, pushes you to take the risk and leave your phone number on one of his receipts one time.

All night, you tossed and turned, waiting, wondering if he was gonna call or text.

But he never did.

Was he ignoring you because he’s not interested? Are you that low on the social sphere for him?

You drive me crazy

I just can't sleep

Dreaded Valentine’s day rushes in with zero prospects except for an evening on your feet and the diner jam-packed with annoying couples who couldn’t be bothered to turn down their ruckus or clean up a little bit after themselves. You could barely catch a break, much less look around for a glimpse of him. He must’ve had plans with someone else already. And you swear, regardless of how busy you were, you definitely would’ve spotted his gorgeous head of silver hair.

There’s no way he had left you that rose, probably someone else had forgotten it.

You trace the soft petals with yearning, all alone, stalling on cleaning the dining floor because your heart beats too loudly within you, renderring you motionless.

The little chime of the doorbell rings – and you’re ready to send the customer out with a huff until you turn and see him.

Your breath escapes you.

Everything around you dims except for his luminous pressence.

“I see you got my note.” His voice is a soft contrast to all the leather he wears, his lips curl ever so carefully one might miss it if you’re not looking closely. But you do, you always have.

You smile, bringing the rose to your chest. “You didn’t get my phone number.” You just had to throw it out there. You had to know.

“I did. I couldn’t tell you how many times I pulled up my messages, ready to text you, but I never knew what to say. I’ve never been good with words.”

You bite your lip as you look at him.

Step by step, he approaches you, with his eye intently fixed on yours.

It’s valentine’s day, after all.

Maybe all that February magic would find you once more, if only you took a little leap of faith. With a rush of adrenaline pumping in your veins, you ask.

“Then what are you good with?” Your voice comes out way more sultry than you’d intended, and the way his pupil dilates has you clutching at your rose or else your hands would be on him in a second.

And they are.

I'm so excited, I'm in too deep

crazy, but it feels alright

They are.

Not just your hands, but your legs, snaking around his waist the moment he sits you on the counter and fits himself all snug against you, grinding on your throbbing core.

“You drive me crazy,” You whine, grasping at the lapels of his leather jacket, urging him to take it off now, though he’s too busy with one hand unzipping your uniform dress and the other hiking up your skirt.

He’s hungry for you, desperate to feel every inch of your skin that's revealed when the top half of your dress slips down your shoulders.

“Just as you do to me,” He rasps as he showers you with kisses – his presence all consuming, it leaves you trembling, struggling to unzip his pants.

You don’t even remember how you managed to do it, or if it had been you who’d done it – all thoughts wipe out of your brain the moment you feel him entering you, splitting you open and embracing you with all his warmth.

You’re thankful the curtains of the dinner are all rolled down so no one would see you clinging to his shoulders; thankful for his intoxicating scent right underneath his jaw where you muffle your moans.

He drives you crazy, he still does. He's never stop.

He doesn't stop until every muscle in your body has been left shaking.

Doesn't stop, even after you’re wiping yourselves down when you’re through, kissing each other delicately, as if each kiss carried all the words that had been meant to be said all this time, but could never make it out of your lips.

At night, you lay awake reminiscing about the feeling of him inside, when a beep from your phone startles you.

Finally.

All the wait had been worth it, the moment you see his text, shining brightly from your phone screen:

Baby, thinking of you keeps me up all night

A/N: BESTIES thank you SO, SO much for participating in my little ficlet fest!! it means a lot and it fills my heart with joy to see that you coincided with the prompts! I'm sending you all a big bouquet of your favorite flowers and all the valentine's goodies!! hope you enjoyed this!! x

#aemond targaryen #modern!aemond #aemond targaryen fanfiction #aemond targaryen smut #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x you #reader insert #fanfiction #hotd #house of the dragon #vday ficlet fest #ewan mitchell #my writing

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nothing-at-the-moment · 1 year

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Rewrite The Stars VI

Pairing: James Potter x Hufflepuff!Reader

The night had ended with the hope that the morning would bring answers and clarity. And maybe some orange juice.

Morning rolled about, the mind still clouded with questions, dread, and pain and a weird sense of melancholy.

The day passed by in a blur. None of them really had any idea what happened the previous day. Not Remus, not James and certainly not Y/N. The only thing worth noticing was Y/N received a letter from her Uncle Newt with a package of freshly made food for Calypso. She had been running out.

Remus didn’t know what to feel. He had liked Y/N and he felt when he was with her. But knowing what he knows now, he realized how it had always felt off. There were a lot of discontinuities. He couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that Y/N wasn’t his soulmate. Granted it was only for a couple of days but it had been the best couple of days. His wrist still buzzed with his soulmate’s thoughts, whoever they might be. But Remus never really looked. He knew it was unfair to whoever was his soulmate but he couldn’t help it.

Naturally, his friends were worried.

Sirius who had been there when it happened had seen how horrified Moony had been. He had tried to help with the good old “plenty of fish in the sea” and the “your soulmate is still out there waiting for you.” He even tried anger. Peter had helped too. He didn’t speak much. He was there. He’d slip some chocolate or maybe some dessert to Moony with a small pat on his back as he laid in his bed. It did make him feel a little bit better.

James however, was drowning in guilt. He knew it wasn’t his fault. None of this was supposed to happen. It was just a giant mistake or maybe a huge misunderstanding. It was always Moony for Y/N. It was never James. James wasn’t even in the ballpark for Y/N. The two have been crushing on each other since third year for god’s sake! Soulmates are supposed to spend forever together smiling, laughing, loving. He could never have that with Y/N.

Sure, she did make him smile when he talked to her through thoughts and even a simple random animal fact from her would be enough to brighten his whole day. But that was before. Before he knew it was Y/N. Moony’s Y/N. He has hated her for so long, how could the universe think that they would be able to spend eternity together without ripping each other to shreds? His soulmate made him happy. Y/N did not. It was all wrong.

Y/N though of every encounter she has had with her soulmate. Every conversation, every dream, every thought, every promise, even every fight. Crazy, she had thought him to be. Remus was never it. Her soulmate was absolutely bonkers. How did she ever think it was Remus? But she wants it to be Remus. No matter how much she revels in the craziness of her soulmate’s love, Remus’s warmth and comfort and soft love was something she had never experienced before. Sirius had tried to talk to her once. Now she had never really held up any conversation with any of The Marauders besides Remus that contained more than two sentences. Unless you count the endless bickering with James.

James. It hurt to think about him. It hurt to think about him as her soulmate. She had spent years trying to put an identity to the inky thoughts on her skin, the various feelings on her wrist and the improbable dreams that had the worst representation of art on her skin ever. She felt happy when she thought it was Remus. She felt destroyed when she found out it was James. She had found him after years of searching and yearning and longing. But now she didn’t want him.

She knew he loved his soulmate very much. The happiest she has seen him was when he was animatedly talking about his soulmate while comforting her in the rain. Her mind keeps wandering back to that incident. A lot happened that day. She got heartbroken. She broke someone else’s heart. She ran out of food for Calypso. She met that strange stag who ran away as he heard James Potter’s name. But out of all the things that happened, her mind always seems to square in on that one moment when he held her tight. That one moment when he was blushing like crazy. That one moment when he was trying to make her laugh. That one moment when he talked about his soulmate and he looked so in love. That one moment when she realized that he was in love with her.

It all played like a loop in her head and honestly, it was giving her a headache.

All of it hurt. The two most conflicting feelings mashed up together. Pain and emptiness. Pain made her feel everything at once. Emptiness was just that. Empty. Numb. Nothing. Dead.

She should’ve known. James was there in the hospital wings too. Remus wouldn’t be thinking about the comfort of the hospital wing and the love in Madam Pomfrey’s care when he was unconscious in the uncomfortable beds in the hospital wing. Remus didn’t take Alchemy. James did and he was brilliant at it, especially the gold spell. She knows how much Remus loves his sleep. He wouldn’t be at the breakfast table if he had been talking to her till three in the morning the previous night. James was still catching up on his sleep then.

It was all right there. The cheesiness, the exaggerated feelings, the mischief, the absurdly far-fetched promises, it could never have been Remus.

She should’ve known.

It was always James. James, with his round glasses. James with his hazel eyes. James, with his unbelievably messy hair (didn’t his father develop sleekeazy’s?). James with his motherly nature when concerned with his friends. James, with his ridiculously clever pranks. James with his exaggerated and loud exclamations of love for Lily Evans at breakfast-

Lily Evans.

The love of his life, as he has said on multiple occasions.

Perfect Lily Evans. Beautiful Lily Evans. Clever Lily Evans. Funny Lily Evans. Lovely Lily Evans. Always-fights-for-justice Lily Evans. Y/N’s friend Lily Evans. James’s love Lily Evans. But really Xander’s soulmate Lily Evans.

Did James know that Lily Evans is Xander’s soulmate Lily Evans?

Y/N would like that orange juice now.

…

Today was a sad day. At breakfast, James had received mail conveying how his parents had fallen sick. Dragon Pox. Highly lethal, highly communicable. So he was not even allowed to go see them in what may be their last few weeks. He had been a mess since he found out. His friends tried to talk to him, ask him what happened but James refused to speak. He had wandered around school the whole day, skipping all his classes. Silent, stiff, sad. He didn’t talk even when he was in his dorm, dressed for bed, not even when he couldn’t sleep.

He had had a lot of time to think. With everything falling apart around him, things really got put into perspective. He thought about Y/N and that day in the courtyard. The night by the lake. The whole situation regarding Remus and Y/N was so fucked up. He loved his soulmate. And if his soulmate is freaking Y/N L/N, then he loves her too. He loves her even when she loves his best friend. All of this was a lot. Things should clear up in a few days between Remus and Y/N but he was scared of what she was thinking. He could come to love her but she seemed so repelled by the idea of being his soulmate. She seemed scared. He knew he wasn’t exactly her favorite person in the world. But he didn’t want her to be scared. He wanted her to know she was loved. They could work past their petty rivalry, right? They could come to love and understand each other eventually. He wasn’t ready to give up on her and he hated seeing her go through all of it alone. And he needed to let her know that.

When he was sure that the boys had fallen asleep, he slid out of bed, his bare feet touching the cold wood. He took his invisible cloak and went out the Gryffindor common room. It was a bit chilly that night. He thought a hot beverage might help.

He found the kitchen just as he expected to, warm and heavenly. What he didn’t expect was his soulmate stuffing her face with cake with tears in her eyes.

He wanted to go away. Neither of them seemed like they were in the best emotional state to talk. But he couldn’t walk away when he heard her little sniff as she tried to hold in a sob so as to not spew cake out everywhere.

He sighed as he entered her line of sight. Her eyes widened before she started choking. She felt a hand on her back in second calming her coughing.

“You okay, L/N?”

She took a huge gulp of milk before nodding, not meeting his eyes.

James was unsure of what to do. She knew they were soulmates. He knew they were soulmates. They didn’t know the other knew they were soulmates. And they decided that was best.

James fumbled around the cabinets as he made himself a hot chocolate while Y/N debated whether to leave or stay.

James sat down on the small table facing away from the kitchen doors as Y/N decided on the latter. As she reached the door, she heard James.

“Do you have to leave?”

She turned to look at where he was sitting to be met with the sight of his back hunched over his steaming hot mug of chocolate. She looked at the cake that she had decided to take with her and thought about how she wouldn’t be able to finish it all by herself anyway.

Y/N to cautious steps towards the table and sat down opposite to him. She slid the plate of chocolate cake to the space between them as James split his hot chocolate into two cups and slid one over to her.

Y/N cleared her throat in the heavy silence that weighed on them.

“Trouble sleeping?”

“Yeah. You probably don’t want to hear about it. But my soulmate it not talking to me so I need someone to talk to about all this stuff.”

Y/N gulped as she looked around the kitchens.

“Mum and Dad are deadly sick. They somehow contracted Dragon Pox and…I don’t know what to do. They’re not strong enough to pull through and I’m not strong enough to do it without them. Things are already so messed up and I just can’t imagine going through all of it without them.”

Y/N’s eyes found his as they started to water up and her heart broke at the sight of him trying to stop his lips from trembling.

She reached for his hand that was resting on the table and placed hers on top of his. He felt the warmth of the cup she was holding seep into him as he let out a wavering sigh. Her fingers entangled themselves with his and he clutched at them with all his might in an attempt to not break down.

A tear escaped his eyes as she started to draw little circles on the back of his palm with her thumb.

With his other hand, he quickly wiped away the tear and looked up at her with a small smile.

“I’ve always adored their marriage y’know? I’ve always wanted a love like theirs. They must’ve been around our age when they found out that they were soulmates. It was just all lovely after that. I’ve seen the pictures of their school days, their graduation, their wedding and their married life. The day when they had me, they looked so in love. Always yearned for that love and I thought me and my soulmate would be just like them.”

Tears pooled up in Y/N’s eyes again. She wanted to tell him but it would break his heart. He had so many dreams of what his soulmate would be like. Dreams about what their life would be like. She couldn’t bring herself to shatter those dreams by telling him. He deserved to dream those dreams.

He looked at her for a second, waiting for something before letting go of the hand abruptly.

“Oh what are we doing? It’s not like we’re two otters going to sleep holding each other’s hands, now are we? Did you know they do that? My soulmate told me. She just absolutely lovely.”

Y/N looked up at his again, pools of tears clearly visible in both of their eyes.

“No. I didn’t know that-“ she smiled a little trying to hold back her tears, “-but it sound like you really love your soulmate, huh?”

“I do. More than anything in the world.”

Y/N nodded as her eyes went back to the table.

“Y/N, look at me-“Her eyes snapped to his, “-I really do love her. And I always will, no matter what. Even if she’s not who I would have thought she is, even is she won’t talk to me, even if she’s scared, even if nothing seems right, I’ll love her. And I’m not stopping. Ever.”

#james potter fanfictions #james potter soulmate au #james potter x reader #james potter imagines #rewrite the stars #soulmate au #hogwarts #remus lupin #remus and james #james potter #wizarding world #hufflepuff!reader #marauders era #the marauders

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"Wizard of the Emerald City" movie: what we know

The larger Oz fandom is probably focused on the upcoming "Wicked" movie right now, but we want you all to know that there's also a "Wizard of the Emerald City" movie coming (based on Volkov's books), and it's looking VERY promising!

Iron Woodsman's make-up looks sick, we can't even distinguish it from actual metal! And Strasheela will be played by a mime, with his face being animated in post-production later. Lion will be full-CGI.

And here is the wicked fairy Bastinda in all her glory! We love the decorations (in purple hues, by the way!) and the eye patch! Does she have a staff there? Interesting.

What do you call him in english? Cannibal? Anyway, he's looking very scary (yes, there's a Cannibal character in Volkov's canon). Toto is great, and so is our girl Ellie! It's so cool that she's played by an actual 8-year-old girl instead of a more grown-up one. The blurry background of that close-up suggests that maybe she's in a field, meeting Strasheela?

And now, get ready for the part that made us go absolutely BONKERS. Are you ready?

Urfin Jus will be there!!

This is crazy!! Urfin wasn't in the first book-- wasn't mentioned, that is. In-universe, he was serving as Gingema's underling until she was crushed by the wagon/van. But if the makers of this film are putting Urfin in it now, that really must mean that they'd like to make sequels as well. They're planning ahead, good for them! Aaaah, we really-really hope the film will be great and they will make more!

The kid actor is likely there for size reference and effects, since Urfin is supposed to be tiny. He's taller than an average munchkin, but he's still tiny. Which means that there will be scenes where he is around people taller than him? Will we see him interact with the wicked fairies? Or at least stand by them in silence, that would still be awesome!!

We also like his outfit. It's pretty original and canon: his hat has no brims and bells, his shirt is green, but the colours are all desaturated and dark, very fitting for a villain. And the belt??? Gosh darn it, we love a good practical leather utility belt with little bags and satchels. Never imagined Urfin wearing one of these, but it makes so much sense!!

This turned into a bit of a ramble, but can you blame us? We are going insane over this movie that is not even out yet.

#wizard of the emerald city #wizard of oz #волшебник изумрудного города #scarecrow #strasheela #ellie smith #totoshka #iron woodsman #tin man #(writing both names just in case)#urfin jus #bastinda #ozverse

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Still thinking about how Leo is the only one of the seven who doesn’t really have ties outside of the quest.

Hear me out. Percy and Piper both still have a solid human life to go back too. Annabeth too although I’d say she’s more tied to camp half blood.

Frank and and Hazel both really care about camp Jupiter despite not having been there long. Jason actually feels very closely tied to both camps which causes him conflict. He seems to think he doesn’t know where he belongs but he DOES feel connected to both places.

Leo though… he’s a BIT attached to camp half blood. Not as much as the others tho. I don’t have my copy of MoA rn so I can’t find text support but I’m pretty sure there’s a part in his POV where he talks about it too. He was at Bunker 9 significantly more than the camp. It’s actually so so impressive he manages to pull his irresponsible goofball act off as much as he does. Cause like this dude WORKED. He built an impossible magic ship in like six months. I’m pretty sure there’s a part where it’s mentioned even HE doesn’t totally understand the magic power my the ship. Bonkers.

So anyway he isn’t that connected to his human life (because it burned in a dumpster fire) and he’s not that connected to camp half blood. But WAY more than the rest of the 7 he is connected to this quest. He’s literally been dreaming about this ship since he was a kid that he would one day build for there people. I think the bonds between the seven could’ve been more built up in general but I gotta say Leo has some STRONG connections compared to the rest. Jason and piper are obvious that’s literally what I made this blog about years ago.

But the rest too. He doesn’t talk with Annabeth much but they do have this interesting relationship of ship builder/commander and quest leader also both being absolute geniuses. Like the only ones who can even Kind of keep up with each other there’s a lot of mutual respect (and fear he is a bit scared of her but that’s just smart). Percy and Leo are interesting bc in theory they have so much in common but one of the only deeepish conversations the have is about Calypso?? BUT his extreme guilt when Percy and Annabeth are in Tarturus bc he thinks he traded them for Frank and Hazel??

Yeah let’s talk about Frank and Hazel. I’m ignoring the love triangle bc I don’t care for it and it’s irrelevant to what I’m talking about. Hazel and Leo have the obvious connection of Leo grandfather being Sammy but ALSO the thing we don’t talk about enough is how both of the childhoods were defined by this quest more than anyone else. Gae interfered with both of them HEAVILY and they both suffered for it, AND carry huge amounts of guilt for what she manipulated them into doing.

And then one of the most underrated friendships that is Leo and Frank. Because Frank’s one weakness is fire and Leo IS FIRE. Like they are each others worst god damn fear. Leo REALLY fears the consequences of his destructive powers which is something he has to learn to work past and Frank really fears his mortality BECAUSE HE HAS TO CARRY IT AROUKD WITH HIM SO VALID. Trusting each other is like confronting those fears… (ok so maybe it wasn’t done that well in canon but that’s not the point).

ANYWAY what’s crazy is I don’t think anyone else really realizes this. Like Leo’s whole woo is me I’m the seventh wheel thing seems really self pitying but… you could argue that everyone on the ship was more invested in someone else on board and on their lives outside of the quest. Like, this is Leo’s life. And he’s their side character (i don’t think this is actually true at all for Jason and Piper but he doesn’t know that ugh). His character is so crazy to me.

#percy jackson #heroes of olympus #leo valdez #I haven’t read most of ToA so any of that is irrelevant to this analysis #my post #analysis #pjo analysis #hoo analysis #character analysis

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via-the-cryptid · 5 months

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in celebration of the coming Fionna and Cake Season Two (fuck yeah), I present to you all a wonderful new petrigrof concept: the Madness Shared AU.

so we all know the winter king, right? bonkers fucking yonkers but offloading the bulk of his crazy onto Bubblegum? yes of course we know him. now imagine that Betty figures out that yep, offloading the Crown Madness onto some poor unsuspecting sod is, in fact, A Thing You Can Do, so what does she do? try it out herself! by which I mean try it out on herself.

it turns Ice King into an entity similar to the Winter King, but less manipulative and more nervous (and still a little bit deranged but he’s probably fine), and in turn? Betty gets turned into a batshit crazy ice witch that decides Chaos(TM) is her new favourite thing. she has little to no memory of Simon or Ice King, or anything else for that matter — she sort of acts like dinosaur Gunther or Simon when they first put on the crown? lotta cackling, lotta freezing everything in sight, lotta rambling and raving about broken pieces of her memory that even she can’t put together anymore.

at first, the Gang (Finn, Jake, and Marceline, maybe BMO and Bonnie if I’m feeling it) assume that it’s Ice King causing all this ice, because who else would it be, but then they finally manage to track the culprit down and… yeah, it’s definitely not Ice King. whoever she is, she looks weirdly familiar, though none of them can place it.

I’m thinking of calling IK and Betty Frost King and Frost Queen? or Frost Witch maybe? either way, I’ll probably add more to this later (also my asks are ABSOLUTELY open if you have any questions or suggestions regarding this new AU, just please specify which AU you’re talking about so I don’t accidentally give you a Snow Queen AU answer)

#adventure time #simon petrikov #betty grof #Madness Shared AU #petrigrof #fionna and cake #adventure time au

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intelligentbees · 10 months

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A Tony pretending he doesn’t know he’s driving Steve crazy with lust when he flirts and shows off VS a Tony that is ACTUALLY unaware he’s driving Steve crazy with lust when he flirts and shows off?

(In both cases they are not together. In the first case I assume Tony is denying himself and thinking they will crash and burn/he’s not good enough/is still angry at Steve. In the second he’s just clueless and maybe also pining but content in knowing Steve will never want him back but so “knows” Steve won’t be weirded out by the flirting he indulges in, Steve’s such a good friend)

hnghnghdn I lovveeeee oblivious Tony who just Does Not realise the effect he has on Steve its like. My SHIT.

Bc I mean Tony knows when and how to turn on the charm, obviously, it's a skill like any other and it can be used to get things that intelligence alone just won't. But that's how he views flirting with intent - it's just a means to an end, a task, a necessity.

But what he doesn't actually realise is that a lot of his natural behaviours can, in fact, be construed as flirty. The way he touches the small of Steve's back when he has to pass by him in the kitchen. The way he blows at a stray batch of hairs that're balancing on Steve's ears when he gets a fresh haircut. The way he always fixes Steve's wonky bow-tie, carefully, caringly, whenever they go out to fancy events, because for the life of him, Steve can never seem to get it right on his own. Tony does this for everyone, and most of the people around him don't even notice it, because it's just Tony. He's handsy. He's easy with his affections.

Except Steve.

For Steve, it's excruciating. It drives him utterly bonkers. Like he's used to physical contact - wartime brought people closer than anything else, and it wasn't rare for fellas to sleep side by side in the trenches or sit, arms around shoulders during games night. It's normal, it's fine, but God, for some reason when it's Tony it's just different. There's something in the way he does it - there's a sense of intent. Every touch is thought out and careful. When he smiles at Steve, he does it in such a way that Steve feels as if he's the only person in the entire universe that Tony is seeing.

But then Tony will go and smile at someone else, and suddenly poor Bruce is getting cold-shouldered all night just because he was the unfortunate recipient of Tony's grin. And it is so fucking stupid. And childish. And a million other things. Steve knows this. Unfortunately his brain always ends up starved of oxygen when it comes to Tony-related thinking, because it's ends up in - ahem - other places.

(Tony, meanwhile, is making a concerted effort this entire time to not treat Steve any differently to the others so that he'll never find out that Tony's madly in love with him. If he didn't touch Steve's chest when they were talking or call him gorgeous when, objectively, he did look gorgeous, it would be way too obvious, right? And yeah, yeah - maybe his fingers do linger a little bit around Steve's neck when he's tying the other man's tie, maybe his voice is teetering too close to the edge of Utterly Enthralled when he admits to Steve that he's never met anyone like him before in his life. But Steve never notices anyway. He's more interested in finding quick ways to leave the room, escape him. Tony's attention will never be something Steve wants. And that's fine.)

#MISCOMMUNICATION.HORNINESS.PINING.YESSSSSSSSS #Stevetony

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