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You ever just wanna pick someone up, and cause them so much immeasurable pain that they die from shock before you even get the chance to properly kill them
#i’m sorry i’m still talking about them i just cannot for the life of me get over the sheer audacity of this bitch#like. i dare to not understand their joke#they proceed to make fun of me for not understanding the joke. essentially calling me braindead#and then why i call them out on it and give them a taste of their own medicine suddenly i’m the bad guy?#then suddenly i apparently only explicitly exaggerated their words in the way i did because i wanted them to kill themself#and the mere implication that they would ever do something like that is way out of line. despite the fact that they were just making fun of#ME for not being able to take a joke a few seconds ago snd then their wussy pissbaby nerves can’t handle a comical exaggeration that had a#fucking tone indicator on it#not to mention that i literally explained why i didn’t get the joke miltiple times- and it is a very valid reason might i mention#and then they go ‘oH wElL iF tHiS iS wHaT tHe UtDr FaNdOm iS LiKe-‘ bitch when the FUCK was this about fandom#this has nothing to do with fandom. this is about you making fun of me for not getting your joke and then wanting to act like the victim on#top of it#and then i call them out on THAT as well as how me being in this fandom doesn’t immediately make everyone in it terrible because h th at was#bullshit and they know it#and then i bring up how i was in the sanrio fandom too and they probably wouldn’t say that makes every sanrio fan ever terrible and they use#that t COMPLETELY ivore everything i said and then they have the audacity to fucking BLOCK ME and take my words out of context to tell their#friends i said all these terrible things that they know full well i didn’t say. at least not in the purposefully deceuitfuway they worded it#god i fucking hate rhis person so much#i’m not much of a big hater but i cannot think about this fucking atrocity of a ‘human’ being with anything but xomplete and utter hatred in#my heart#fuck them and fuck all of their friends because i know damn well they read that post too. assuming that bitch didn’t trash the evidence#before they could
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Some More Fictional Universe Discord Content
@nocompromise-noregrets
Ellie - just a warning that you will probably want to strangle Armada (i had to take five minutes to scream) but she gets smacked down and also I CANNOT EVEN.
Armada: no really WHAT IS THE KARLIENE REYNOLDS SONG??
i had a name before him/i took it back/but his brand upon me/will never wash away/in the light of the sun and stars/i thought i might be holy moonlight/instead of tainted ground/an eagle collar about my neck.
RestorationistKingsLeftButtock: I DON’T KNOW BUT I HATE IT [one fear dot gif] because Thomas has been associated with the moon so much (Henry’s poetry, Anne’s - the motifs in their possessions) and Norwich’s personal coat of arms is an eagle owl.
TransCrozier: SHIT SHIT SHIT FUCK. FUCK. I am going to go and lay in the DIRT. AND EAT IT. Waiting is unbearable.
RestorationistKingsLeftButtock: Okay the watch party is over in #show-watch - it will contain spoilers, live reactions and memes. And PANICK.
PoppyMcGee: THE OPENING. THE OPENING. SHIT FUCK FUCK. Let me break this down.
the entire scene with john and thomas is horrific just horrific. the threat the menace that bruise he left.
and then thomas ripping off all the sheets and covers on his bed and that part with trying to scrub his skin i just…god that’s awful. James Frain you owe me for emotional damages.
how he knew to cover up the self harm scars and the bruises like WHAT DOES THIS MEAN (we know about his father but the scars are…that’s something else).
Armada: it must have been a really bad breakup like that is some bad blood (sorry for the taylor swift) between them to send thomas into that spiral.
TransCrozier: respectfully this is not ‘a bad breakup’ reaction and that is not someone reacting to a bad breakup related guilt. that is an abuser. Norwich is an abuser/was abusive. The way he so clearly used ‘you ruined any trace of me Antonius - when did you gain the notion that you could so ruin that which I own’ that is not romantic.
Armada: Like, I love you Rhi but no - it’s maybe not the healthiest but they were both younger then - Thomas was still early twenties and you don’t make the best decisions then and he’d come off an abusive childhood in the 16th century, I think what we are seeing is a breakdown about how he regrets how it ended/how he ended it specifically (also side note James is so pretty when he cries!)
RestorationistKingsLeftButtock:……OH SHIT ANNE. ANNE. ANNE.
PoppyMcGee: look i am not an Annewell shipper but the way she absolutely takes care of him - gives him the choice every step of the way! Tells him what she’s doing!
TransCrozier: I am a Triad OTPer as we all know (I just find Cromwich interesting as a multishipper) by now etc and just, THE LOVE. THE LOVE. THE WAY ANNE made sure to ask Thomas what coverings he didn’t want. Also I am soft for bathing scenes.
RestorationistKingsLeftButtock: AGREED RHI. AGREED SO HARD.
Armada: UGH ANNE DO WE HAVE TO SEE HER SO MUCH [Edit: I’m sorry I know the server doesn’t allow character hate but i just don’t like her or Cromannery. Or it’s not that i don’t like her but i don’t like her with Thomas].
Poppy McGee:….yeah i agree with you Essie - I want Anne to be the cool lesbian of my heart that she should be but i do love her taking care of thomas.
Armada: that bit was sweet but yeah, what poppy said. She doesn’t need men and she’s much worse for them! But what’s going on now.
RestorationistKingsLeftButtock:
“I was ten years old, my mother not long dead and my father was in need of funds and drink. Lord Norwich, as he was then offered him silver under a disguise so my father would not extort more funds out of him. I came into his household and thought myself landed somewhere better. He branded and bedded me for the first time that same day - I cut it out of me the day I took my chance and fled - five years almost to the day after.”
……I am going to be sick. I am going to be sick.
TransCrozier:
“I am but a tainted thing - he has been on and in every part of me - I could not speak of the shame, though I should have done - I should have never let you, let either of you think I was worthy of you, Your Majesty. I am so sorry.”
THOMAS BLAMES HIMSELF. HE STILL BLAMES HIMSELF I AM GOING TO RESURRECT NORWICH AND KILL HIM AGAIN MYSELF AND THEN REPEAT IT AGAIN.
RestorationistKingsLeftButtock: ANNE YOUR RESPONSE I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU. NATALIE DORMER YOU GORGEOUS GORGEOUS HUMAN BEING.
TransCrozier: AMINA YOU ARE SO CORRECT. Queen Anne you perfect glorious woman I am once again AT YOUR FEET.
RestorationistKingsLeftButtock: hi @everyone i checked the history from several reputable sources (see here, here and here) and this is real. the show did not make it up - it’s just a recent discovery. Which i did not know about :(.
TransCrozier: neither did I i went in because RUPERT and then kind of fell into adoration - like obviously we all know triad is endgame because duh, history but i knew nothing else.
PoppyMcGee: I didn’t want to believe it :(. But I checked and it’s true :(. It’s fucking true. Norwich did that and he has no remorse.
RestorationistKingsLeftButtock: also fyi to several people who I’ve had to talk to about this - no ten was very much considered a child in the 16th century. Even fifteen was not ‘fully adult’ as such. This is rape and child sexual abuse and if you spout any more denial about that I will ban you.
TransCrozier: AMINA I AM KISSING YOU ON THE MOUTH. Also the fact that Anne volunteers to tell Henry, reassures Thomas that he won’t be angry just destroyed me all over again. CANNOT WAIT FOR THE POST SHOW CONTENT TO DESTROY ME AGAIN. ALSO HENRY’S REACTION.
Armada: …okay whatever. Sorry for having opinions i guess. can i even just say that even if it is abusive the triad is equally abusive.
#lil and her ridiculous aus#ot3: political power trio#fic#tudors ot3 verse reference#i have been attempting to not spoil what i’m going to write content wise so we don’t get henry’s reaction#(i think the episode ends with anne going to tell him but i don’t know exactly how that goes)
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i hate cryptotheism so much their stupid colonialist perspective on world religions makes me go insane. the way they study religions as a curiosity and express obvious disdain for the people who actually follow them and turn sacred religious concepts and iconography into memes and jokes. they way they act like they believe in something for the post but it's literally just a bit for them. they've made it clear on multiple occasions they don't believe in any of the mythologies they study and they think anyone who does is an idiot. they just made a rancid post calling faith-based histories fascist and defended it by saying indigenous oral histories are only valid histories when they line up with archaeological or geological evidence, phrased in a manner that assumed oral histories as a thing of the past and not living academic fields. like please for the love of god LISTEN to an indigenous person once in your life. the mythology is not a metaphor it is a literal history with as much validity as western histories REGARDLESS of whether your tree ring palmistry offers a related story you can accept within your model of the world. you have to be soooo fucking white to hear an oral history and be like "its beautiful how rhis is a metaphor for what actually happened, which the brown people were incapable of verbalizing"
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asks :))
what i have learned today is that y’all wanna get fucked by some monsters...
What does nostos mean? What language is it in? 🤔 also I of course loved it, mind blown as usual queen
it’s ancient greek! it means homecoming, the idea of a triumphant return home for the hero after a long journey. i found it through looking at the root of nostalgia. in this fic of course it’s kind of a grim tongue in cheek play on it. the reader’s coming back to the mountains, but she’s running away after a bad breakup, and the welcome she gets is... shall we say less than ideal haha
Just read nostos-
First of all as a person who reads monster shit- hell ya. Mhm. That’s some good shit right there. That was DELICIOUS horror. It actually had me a bit nervous and afraid to read what was gonna happen next 😳
Secondly- omg I wanna know what happened next (at the end) 👀 know what I mean??? 😼
ANYWAY AS ALWAYS you never disappoint and your writing is fantastic (if/when you write horror yandere stuff again I’ll be there- frothing at the mouth. A+++++ work ILY💖)
you want me to write the monster porn, just say it bby ghfjdkshgfjkd but ty
Omfg that fic was so good!
Did the readers mom know about monster kuroo?? Or was she just worried because of the previous murder? And did Kuroo somehow manipulate reader into coming back to the forest or was it just a big coincidence? (👁👄👁 there's no such thing as a coincidence)
Looking forward to your future work <3
ty nonnie!! i didn’t have the right space for it, but after kohsuke was ripped apart and eaten kuroo stayed by the reader’s side until late in the night, only disappearing when he heard the reader’s parents/search party approaching. they found her lying in pools of blood (and scattered half eaten body parts), shaking and unresponsive – they knew no animal could’ve done something like that. so they knew something lurked in those woods, but considering the reader had repressed the memories, her mom couldn’t just come out and say it <33
You are an AMAZING horror writer!!!
The uneasiness I got from the conversations with the mom is just *chefs kiss*
A+++++
ahh thank you!! horror is such a hard genre to write because i’m never sure if the suspense and everything’s gonna hit right haha
I read Nostos before going to sleep last night and at the time I was like “sure hope this doesn’t give me nightmares” and thankfully it didn’t lol. But I think I’m willing to take that chance again because it’s so GOOD and I think I’m just going to have to relive it – @ohno-otome
fhdjgbfhjkdfn i’m glad it didn’t give you nightmares bby!! but i also appreciate that haha, i’m an absolute wimp with scary movies and stuff but i just can’t stop watching them haha
I just wanna say that I was listening to "You're a psychotic villain playlist" on youtube while reading Kuroo's oneshot and I can't explain the emotions I felt, but I'd let Kuroo do things to me asdfghjkl – @itishebihime-samaforyou
ooh nice! sometimes the right playlist makes things doubly as fun haha
OH MY GOD!?!?! Nostos was soooo GOOD?!?!? Like it was so creepy (but in a good way), and scary and suspenseful!! And the ending!?!? Omggg honestly one my fav fics from you!! You did my mans Kuroo justice 🥺💖💕
TYYYYYYY i was genuinely concerned i was gonna scare everybody off haha
Ah! The new fic! Chiefs kiss! Magnificent! Bravo!🧚♀️✨🧞♀️🦖🦭🌹💫
tysm nonnie!!! <33
i’m pretty sure i’m in the same/similar timezone as you? and i do be staying up late to be one of the first to read your fics (i usually stay up late anyways). so imagine my surprise when i see you post in the afternoon. in conclusion, whether you post to align with your european and american readers’ timezone, my gmt+10 arse will still be one of the first to read your fics. also nostos sjdufigyyjf i have to admit, i recently just found out about monster fucking and nostos scratched the itch😫 i feel bad for kohsuke though
bby i always post at like 2-4 in the morning please get some sleep!! the fics will be there in the morning lmao. i kinda low key forget about my aussie/gmt+10 followers because i think there’s like... 3 of you haha
Honestly if i could give u a dollar everytime i got off to your fics, you'd probably be rich by now
lmao the idea that people find my fics hot enough to get off to still blows my mind lol
your newest kuroo fic was so SO good!! its totally okay if you dont want to answer this so you can keep things ambiguous but is monster kuroo planning on killing the reader after he's...done with them
thank you, bby!! but no, monster kuroo isn’t gonna eat her – he’s had plenty of chances to do that if that’s what he wanted, but he has other plans for the poor reader
RHI, I WANT TO STATE FOR THE RECORD THAT I AM OKAY WITH MORE MONSTER FUCKING IN THE FUTURE. i also want to say im not a monster fucker, but that just feels like a lie at this point. okay, now that that's off my chest, i love it. the mystery, the connections of kuroo to a cat. kuroo's probably gonna go and batter around his prey once they're under his grip like my cat does. hopefully the reader will come out somewhat unscathed, if they are ever allowed to leave 😌 love this, love how different it is, the way kuroo just tries to weasel in. very monster and yandere vibes, very you. have i said i love this yet?? id willingly let him get me drunk on his cock, maybe never leave the peace of the mountains again
‘i want to say that i’m not a monster fucker’ bby the denial will get you nowhere haha. just lean in and embrace it hgfjkdlkfgjnkdl ahh but thank you this is such a sweet ask ILY!!!
Omg omg the monster thing kuroo was in ur latest fic is so familiar to me abdhdmfnjfjf. I remember being told abt a monster with VERY SIMILAR characteristics to it (aka the not being able to go inside a house unless invited and using fire to lure ppl out) AND JFC IT TERRIFIED ME. Esp how when i told ppl around me and they didnt recognize what it was, but it was somehow known to the kid that told me abt it.
(Some ppl thought it was familiar but still didnt know what it was)
Do u know what im talking abt? Hopefully u do
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GHFJDK so the monster in this is kind of based off the nekomata spirit in japanese folklore - they can appear like people, torment victims by reanimating the corpses of their loved ones, they’ve been blamed for forest fires, so it was just fun to use that as a basis and then go buck wild haha. anyway thanks for the ask bby!
Rest In Peace Kohsuke, you would’ve loved Haikyuu season 5😔✊– @joyvstheworld
poor kohsuke deserved better, i’m just mean to the oc’s i throw into fics haha
Monsterfucking ❤❤❤❤❤❤ a little annoyed you're making me simp for yan Kuroo though (a vibe tho tbh). You're so extremely talented!!!! &
This is probably a stupid question, but how did Kageyama react when he couldn't find y/n? How is life with yan Suga? I imagine probably awful BUT yknow maybe the stockholm syndrome set in fast lmao. Sorry, I'm going on a binge reading your stuff. - @oracleofdin
i will not apologise for making you simp for kuroo he deserves it the man’s a snacc. and as far as your second question, suga’s a very caring, very smothering kinda yandere, so i guess in some ways it’s better than what the reader had with kageyama but... pick your poison haha
That was so good. I’m so shook rn I can’t comprehend anything but how good that was and how good a writer you are
TYSM NONNIE!!! <33
Ok, so, I just read Final Girl and the lil' ticket addition to it and just---
Well, ok I've been playing Dead by Daylight a lot lately? And I'm just picturing Tetsu as the newest killer "The Trickster" and I'm positively RANDY.
Your writing is ALREADY thirst inducing and just as satisfying, but this has SENT ME- If you're not familiar, please...
https://youtu.be/iowkiPobYYQ
Understand my thirst. (I'd also like to clarify, I use a different skin for him that gives him black hair and he looks like Kuroo with an undercut.)
~ @the-casual-hedonist 🌸
i love how feral y’all got for final girl kuroo. like bo and akaashi had his fans, but i put a spiked bat in kuroo’s hands and y’all lost your goddamn minds and i love to see it. fghdjkvhfjdkls thanks for the ask bby
idk why but I love preggo reader as long as I don't pretend it's me 😢✋ I hate babies n pregnancy anywhere else other than horny haikyuu fics
i think that’s a valid thing for a lot of fans. the idea of breeding is sexy, the actual getting pregnant and having a kid thing... not so much. but especially with non-con scenario’s, it’s more about the aspect on control than the actual desire to have kids. but yeah, i feel you
Sorry to bother but uh was just wondering in fracture did Osamu kill his wife or was it actually an “unfortunate event” ? Love your work btw!!
he most certainly did :))
LMFAO RHI i totally get not liking cheating/infidelity fics (towards reader) bc IT HIRTS ME SO BAD I CANNOT HANDLE THOSE.
id be reading fics those fics like: tf you mean my yandere aimt gonna baby me and only want me??🤨🤨🤨⁉️‼️
EXACTLY! listen i get that it’s a fucked up fantasy, but in my fucked up fantasy you damn well better have the decency to be loyal smh
Finders keepers is the most beautiful thing I've read by you: I read it twice like I normally do and here's what I figured out the second time (that's when I analyze it and find the little tidbits of things that are much darker than they appear (: )
To start I LOVE THE DETAILS OF THEM NEVER TEACHING READER ANYTHING- at first I assumed "oh they might see her as a little sister or child or something" but realized thAT WAS THE ISSUE!! they infantilize her and isolate her from everyone but her group. the small details like that are what make the story amazing 😎💅
ahh thank you so much, nonnie!! pls this is making me soft 🥺
I just wanted to stop by and say that I love your writing and I hope you're doing well!!! Drink plenty of water and keep up the amazing work :) but seriously you're one of the best fanfic writers I've seen on tumblr! I read your "Imitation" piece about kuroo and i keep coming back to it, it's so good! I did want to ask if you think it'd be possible for the reader to ever escape with the baby (or at least attempt to). Or if Kenma would "help" at all just to put an end to kuroo's antics lmao
kenma would in no way help the reader, and tbh by that point if kuroo did get her pregnant, she’d be far too emotionally dependant on him to actually even want to leave, but thanks for the ask!
You know who I think would be a perfect Yandere in the JJK world? Choso.
🚨Spoilers Ahead🚨
After being locked in a glass jar for however long he was, and all that happened with his brothers, I feel like he would absolutely never let his darling out of his sight. He would be possessive. Obsessive. And Oh So delusional. Sure he’d be your anything - he truly is a softy - but to what end?🤤
choso would make an excellent yandere, ngl 😌
what au/troupe of your fav character(s) that you have written do you like the most?
(rlly hope this makes sense🙏)
i am always a slut for soulmate au’s :))
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So anyway, Mein Herz Brennt Making of liveblog, one of my favourites
First of all, I do take any use of piano MHB as a slight towards my tiny hands. -1 point
I really would love to visit this place, it's beautiful
I love that Oli introduces it and then Till is straight in there talking about murder and stabbings. Trust that to be what intrigues him. I feel like 'smells like murder' isn't a direct translation but that's purely because I spent like ten minutes trying to work out what words he says. It rhymes, which is suspicious.
Oh this was before he let his chest piercing reject all the way out in the grossest way
When schneider says Krankenhaus it sounds very Geordie and I'm convinced that kind of thing is why Auf Wiedersehen, Pet was created
Richards eyes light up when he's talking about the room he's in and it's one of those looks where it's just. I would love to listen to anything anyone has to say when their eyes have that sparkle.
"the scavengers had already been here" cue Paul talking about his criminal past thieving from there. See, another example everyone forgets of him being the biggest bastard of them all. The smile is a front.
One of my favourite ever Rammstein things is the combined joy and mockery from Paul when Richard is revealed to be wearing the bird mask and it wiggles as he nods. He looks like a little black cockatoo. Richard looks embarrassed to be wearing it but Paul is having the time of his LIFE.
The way is echoes in his mask makes him sound like he's clucking
Flakes glasses perching in his cone make him look like that sesame Street doctor or scientist
They all suit this make up so much and I wish they'd consider it as a stage look
Peck. Not intimidated.
Considering the nightmares Till has/had, ouch
Richard looks so much like a little vampire prince but like, a character from what we do in the shadows. He makes his own smokescreen entry/exist and everything.
Melanie!!!
Richard has many tendons in his neck huh.
The sounddd. I used to always be curious as to whether or not people in music videos were making the sounds it looks like they're making and now I know and I'm uncomfortable. This and also later when till does the heart
His laugh is never what I expect it to be
That uh. That doesn't look like he's in pain the way the injection sounds implied. At all. Not that I'm complaining but it gives mixed messages.
I'm so sure Richard is the only one I've ever heard use the word quasi. It makes sense for him if true but maybe I only notice because of the tone he uses? His is quite a punchy nasal tone it might just be more noticeable.
Till with kids is always the most adorable wonderful thing. He's really helping to keep them relaxed despite the creepiness of the stuff they're shooting.
"if you look at the cover then you'll recognise a morbidity to the whole thing" till, my darling, do you think people don't already ~see the morbidity~?
I googled and the lady doesn't pronounce renaissance with a g like Till does and that interests me. In fairness I have to assume it's like in Norwegian how words like restaurant are pronounced with a g sound because it's closer to the French sounds? It's not like we in English donut the French way either but the Google translate lady does. This is why I always suspect that when I'm learning a language I'm learning the language wrong and at some point I'll find out there's a Real, For Adults version if the language that's totally different. This is irrelevant. Accents are fun and I like being able to notice them.
It feels so strange seeing this knowing what Eugenio did
Paul taking pictures because he knows better than them
Something about a child saying "ah yes, I know Till and Flake very well" is hysterical.
You can feel the dismay and disapproval radiating off till as he tries to be diplomatic about the Spanish understanding of linear time. He struggles to find a positive and only comes up with the fire walls. "It should have gone out before we filmed anything because they were fucking around with the playback so long but it didn't" is his only compliment.
The German word for French is wild.
Do they know they could have hired an interpreter? Interpreters existed in 2012 I know this
This whole thing with Melanie is beautiful you can't deny that the arm Eugenio made with then was lovely.
Till in the dress with Melanie in his lap. I don't off the top of my head remember seeing it in either video so I simply must assume that it was just what he was wearing that day when he showed up. She's so tiny on his knee I'm glad they're still friends.
"you're left in a state of trauma when everyone stares at you all the time" did this need to get so heavy? It's interesting that he focused more on her voice than her appearance there, though in fairness it's pretty high
They all love her so much and it's totally understandable.
Mit rock n roll und cola trinken
I have to skip the screaming the secondhand embarrassment is too much.
Part 2
Again, this liveblog is so long
Sometimes Oli speaks like his body isn't used to talking.
I want, so badly, to know if Richard was having memories of his dreadlocked youth The tiny cup in his elegant hand is so pleading and then you look left and. It sure is something.
Are they freckles or acne scars across Tills shoulders?...cute. The first set of arm/chest wounds, not so much. I do spy his lil tummy scar
Richard does look like he almost swooped in for a kiss and then changed his mind because of the camera. Paul turns his head that way and then Richard tries to save with a step back and face rub (his own). Just saying.
The fact that a few of them have taken pictures on their personal phones warms my soul it's such a nice reminder that they're good friends outside of work and My Heart
Schneider and Paul ready at a moment's notice to be Dumbasses. J'adore.
What if Zoran was more of a background character tho actually
God, schneider is beautiful. An ethereal, pure beauty that exists no matter how he's being styled.
See okay how is flake almost taller than Oli right now he's not even doing his standard open legs and swan spine thing
It must be so hard to find Oli sized clothes. Flake is also tall and slim but he's a lot more leg, whereas Olis height seems largely to be torso. I have to assume a lot of his stuff is tailored or custom made now.
I always forget about the marks on tills back when he's in the nightmare dress
The child staring with great confusion at a bright red flake reading. I would love to know what his favourite books are.
The childs plural poking and prodding at a very patient Oli, who gracefully bends his spine in ways I've never seen a human do before. I wonder if he's ever dressed up as Lurch from the Addams family.
The actress playing the woman in this half is so beautiful and has a power her younger counterpart lacked when she was threatening him with her weapon.
I am a dummy and was like weird why is Paul speaking Norwegian. I know full well he wasn't saying unnskyld because I've heard Germans say their equivalent before and I assume Entschuldigen either sounds like that fast or shortens so what the fuck, rhi
Till guiding people through him murdering them is truly one of life's greatest pleasures. They trust him so completely. I would like to watch them dance the elegance would be astounding.
Paul lurking watching with what I choose to see as pride as till slaughters an old woman.
Paul being critical (again, as always, rightly so) of the hallway mouthing the lyrics decision.
"for this in prepared to make compromises" he says, hating every bitter word of it
I would like to know what he wanted to say about till and then see him get into trouble over it.
I would like to see till in a bouncy castle. He's adorable jumping into the comfy pit I want to see him in a bouncy castle. Child, utter child.
Paul takes every opportunity to say how hot he thinks they all are and I love that about him. Sometimes your friends are all hot and everybody needs to understand that fact.
Their approaches to pretending to play cello are all so uniquely them. Flake and Richard are taking the time to try and understand what they're being told, whereas Paul just fucking. Lays into it, attracting the weirdest looks from Oli. Richard looks beautiful with that cello and I think he should learn to play. For fun not for work. It's not just that he looks so handsome, but I think that's the easiest way to convince him. I think he'd be good at it, and not being the lead at something might be good for him.
I appreciate that Oli is skeptical because yeah they do all look like they've never held a cello before.
They do, however, all look lovely in their dresses. I'm trying but actually I can't not say that Schneiders little sternum dip makes it seem like he has breasts in that dress and it's a good look for him.
Till singing it in such a high voice, more like his speaking voice, is both interesting and lovely. Oli is trying... So little compared to the others. Laughably incorrect
Why yes, I am laughing at the sheer length of the spikes. They're just... They're so fucking long. So long.
Paul is actually probably the best one there, ironically. They're all comically out of time. They're professional musicians. I know they aren't used to bowed instruments I do understand and I don't want to be uncharitable but also they are struggling. I want to see cellists react to this.
Pretty dresses! And the nightmare but with the most awful and worst fingers! Like the Grinch but goth.
Both Schneider and Richard had the same neverending shoot idea and I am Intrigued.
Till waiting for Schneider with the umbrella :)
Wir brennen! Paul is always so happy to play with fire.
#rammstein#liveblog#dont talk about richards neck this isn't the time or place#me rambling#The Nightmare#vaguely#complete liveblog
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Best stage time please let us be wrapping up it is 07:19 and i woke up at 1400 yesterday afternoon and haven't slept since
Who it be who it be?
MONSTA X OH HELL YEAH THEY DO DESEEVE RHIS
Oh the man from the mx performance can speak English fluently very sexy of him
Best dance performance? I think?
Favorite dance performance group ah okay
TXT!!! THEY'RE OUT HEREEE
I'm v happy for them
Notable achievement artist
Seventeen!!!
Very happy for them
Still don't know so many of the members
Got7 performance time fuck yeah
Time to screenshot so mcuh
MOTHERUFKING JAEBEOM
Fuck that was so good that was such a good performance
Best MV
Taemin better be nominated on GOD
If he isn't I will commit crimes
The winner is... YOURE FUCKING KIDDING ME HOW DID THAT WIN OVER FUCKING CRIMINAL? THANXX? INCEPTION??? ONE(MONSTER + INFINITY)??? TURN BACK TIEM?? I FUCJING HATE IT HERE
Favorite Asian Artist
I also accidentally spilled ice cold water on my pillow this sucks
WAYV BITCH HILY FUCK
Ten looks so fucking good I'm Looking
I'm perhaps crying a lil over them
Oh mamamoo stage 👀
I am gay
Not sure that I'm vibing with Everything going on but Aya is playing
Hmm no yeah really didn't vibe with that instrumental there's something.... CA about the thing
But the choreo is good
How do they put a center in a 4 person group
Fun otherwise though! Moonbyul was so pretty
Favorite Female Group
The winner is... IZ*ONE
I don't follow them but congratulations!!! The gifs of their performance I've seen have always been very pretty
Favorite Male Group
The winner is... NCT
The way I only know that resonance is playing simply bc I haven't listened to it and therefore it must be that
YuWin hug 😭😭😭
Seventeen performing
Vernon ob my gdo
Is this scoops?
dK
God they're fun
Junhui please don't have a mileltMINGHAO PERM EHAT THE FUCK HLLY SHIT
I love them being fans of the other menbers
Vernon belseae
Red shoe guy ILY
MINGAO THOYHJTS ONLY FUCK
The way I know if anyone but him wore that outfit I would call them a douchebag in the vermont ski hills
The four members i know are doing fantastic and everyone else is doing great
The counting boy. My hand in marriage
Junhui FUVK
This really pops the fuck off fuck dk looks so good fuck fuck fucn
YHE SET AND FIT CHANGE BIRCH
The high note i
There I want to be there so much
MINGHAO PLEAEE
JUNHUI YOU TOO STOP BEING YOU YOU'RE TOO GOOD AT IT
dk and a white tux are gonna kill me
So is junhui in the WHITE VERNON FUCK THHE WAISRCOST
MINGAO my hand in marriage and my left kidney are yours for the taking
Fuck that was such a fun performance
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Nodus Tollens Chapter 1
(A/N and ooc) ok everyone, here is my first chapter to my Far Cry 5 fic with my OC Rhiannon Hale. I've worked really hard on this character and I hope everyone enjoys her and her adventure!
I will add trigger warnings for each specific chapter, but the general triggers are: toxic relationship, canon-like violence, and mentions of abuse.
Also, if you want to be added to the tag list, just let me know!
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Two years. That's all the time that had passed since Rhi left Hope County, to go back to Billings to settle her affairs and continue her training to become a police officer. Two years isn't long, especially not long enough for what Earl was telling her about how much had changed.
When she was recovering from her injuries and her step brother Deeter's death, she knew there was a, for lack of better terms, cult settling in the county. She had only had the one run in with a religious zealot, trying to tell her that her loved ones were in a better place, and now she's learning there had been plenty more and they had now been kidnapping people, buying up land, basically taking over.
Right now, she was even watching a video on her phone that got leaked of a "sermon"-Rhi uses that term loosely-where the leader gouged out the mans eyes who had been recording this video.
The streaming video started to buffer and finally cut off and Rhi made a frustrated sound. Earl tapped her knee, an amused smile on his face.
"I know, Unk, no service." Rhi stated on a scoff before he had the chance, as she put her phone back into the depths of her pocket. It was one of the things she didn't care for in this part of the state. Spotty cell phone service, and at the same time, it made her more uneasy this time around. She shook off her anxious feeling, assuming it was just first job jitters.
Rhi looked out of the helicopter, seeing a giant statue of the leader himself; Joseph Seed.
"Wait...what is his last name?" Rhi asked, her head turning back so she could look between Burke and Earl.
"Seed?" Burke answered, his tone overly confused, and Rhi's blood ran cold causing her to shiver.
No, that had to be just a coincidence, right? Was Seed a common last name? Certainly John wasn't a part of this? He couldn't be...how could he have hidden something like this from her for literal months? Rhi shook her head again. Of course it was impossible.
She looked down at her right forearm, her gloved hand tracing along the momento mori tattoo her John had given her back during those months. He's not related to this crazy man, she thought to herself, completely galvanized in her decision.
Rhi watched the ground as the helicopter slowly descended towards it, everything suddenly seeming surreal. A religious cult? It's something she'd only ever heard of when watching documentaries, never something she thought she would actually be face-to-face with.
She followed along behind Earl, Burke and Hudson, her head on a swivel, watching all of the Project members sizing them up. Rhi jumped when a dog began barking, causing her to curse under her breath.
"Goddamnit, calm down!" She commanded herself, even though she had every right to be on edge, the air was thick with tension. Quickening her pace to catch up with the others at the church doors, Burke and Earl were still bickering as Joey touched Rhi's shoulder.
"You'll be fine." She encouraged, Rhi gave her a small lopsided smile before taking a deep breath and walking through the double doors.
Rhi's heart was pounding, not really from nerves now, but from adrenaline, as the Project members slowly turned in their seats, eyeing the trio as they walked by. Rhi's body tensed, ready for a fight if needed, her eyes scanned the small room, taking it all in and that's when she saw him. Her body had NOT been ready for that.
John.
It had been her John all along. She felt her heart sink to her knees, her stomach was in knots, stinging of tears threatened however a more familiar feeling washed over her: anger.
He seemed just as taken aback to see her waltzing into the church dressed as a deputy, however, John quickly regained his composure, looking away from Rhi, which caused her anger to rise more. Why was he looking away from her? Acting like he doesn't know her? She watched as he moved to stand behind Joseph. She gritted her teeth, her tiny fists clenched at her sides, not even hearing what was being said anymore. She was fully aware of the tension building all around them as the church members gathered, she could hear the voices raising and she could feel her body temperature elevating, her cheeks were warm, her heartbeat was thumping loudly in her ears. All she was focused on was John though.
How the fuck could he lie to her about his involvement with this? Why the fuck did he hide this from her? What the fuck was the reasoning behind it? Or even his approaching her to begin with? The gears were turning a millions miles a minute as she began connecting dots.
John approached Rhi a day after her run in with who she now realizes was Joseph. She was mad and hurt about Deeter's suicide, and she was being irreverent towards Joseph trying to use religion to help her feel better.
Of course.
"John, what the fuck?!" Rhi's outburst was unexpected, causing Earl and Burke to look at her wildly, as she stepped forward, not even looking at them, her hazel eyes only glaring daggers at the youngest Seed brother. She felt Earl place a hand on her shoulder, not understanding how she even knows John Seed personally enough to speak to him like she has. She could see the tall red headed man-he had to be Jacob-flanking on Joseph's right side give John a confused glance, but John didn't take his eyes off Rhi, her nostrils flared at his silence.
Rhi twisted away from Earl's touch, shooting him a quick, don't touch me look, before turning her attention back over Joseph's shoulder to glare at John once more.
"How could you not tell me about this, huh?" She shouted, waving her hand around, gesturing towards Joseph and the church. "Was it all fun for you? Did you guys have a good laugh at the poor girl who was dealing with her step brother's death?" Rhi continued, her hand on her hip as her free hand was still motioning around wildly. Joseph looked over his shoulder at John, a clear frown on his face, he didn't approve of whatever was going down here between them.
"Rhi…" Earl's voice finally broke through her anger and she turned her glare onto her uncle, but seeing his face, which was a mix of confusion, disapproval and disappointment in her actions, the wrath left her veins immediately replaced by embarrassment over her scene. "Do you want to just cuff him, rookie?" Earl's tone was enough to get Rhi to focus back in what they were here for. Joseph's arms were still extended out to her, her outburst happening so quickly, no one really had a chance to fully process it.
"God will not let you take me." Joseph promised, and Rhi scoffed before she squared her shoulders and cleared her throat, as she grabbed the handcuffs from her belt and clicked them onto Joseph's wrists all while keeping eye contact with John. She could see his jaw muscles flexing and bunching as he witnessed his brother being arrested by the woman he had grown so close too. Jacob looked over at his brother and quickly shook his head, and John lowered his eyes to the floor as Rhi pushed Joseph out in front of her and placed her hand firmly on his shoulder and led him out of the church.
"Sometimes the best thing to do...is walk away." Joseph whispered softly, Rhi just rolled her eyes, and forcefully pressed her hand on his shoulder.
Rhi was so furious at John she barely paid attention to the members surrounding them as she paraded Joseph to the helicopter, she was muttering to herself, as if she was still fussing at John.
"You've grown close to my brother, my child?" Joseph's voice broke into her train of thoughts and she glared at the back of his head.
"Don't call me that." Rhi snapped, rolled her eyes, and she heard him chuckle, tightening her grip on his shoulder. She didn't want his eyes on her again. That intense stare really unnerves her. "Like you don't fucking know." She muttered under her breath, putting emphasis on her lewd word just for him.
"I had sent him to you, yes, to bring you to us. I could see in your eyes you needed a family to love you unconditionally." Joseph admitted, softly, and Rhi's breath hitched in her throat at his words.
"Yeah, well, he failed. Now shut up and just walk." Rhi retorted in lame attempt to sound tough, but he had hit a nerve. How could he have seen so much in her? Was she that easy to read? She had spent so much of her life building a wall around herself, she hated to know she was still so transparent, even if it had been noticed during her time of mourning.
It wasn't until they nearly made it to the chopper and a rock being thrown at Burke brought her back to her senses. It all turned into a blur of screaming and Rhi being forced into the helicopter with Joseph and the others.
All she could focus on was the creepy way Joseph was singing Amazing Grace, was this song supposed to be comforting? Maybe it was just his calmness in this distressing moment, she realized then he fully believed God would stop this.
Rhi's body was being jostled around as she tried to hurriedly fasten the safety belt around her waist after shoving away a woman with a shaved head, other project members throwing themselves at the helicopter, trying to pull Joseph out, trying to bring the chopper down? Who knew at this point. Rhi was beginning to panic just as the alarm bells started sounding off as the helicopter lost control as she grabbed a hold of her seat and they all braced for impact.
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Rhi groaned and slowly opened her eyes, hearing different voices that were distorted, like she was hearing them from underwater. She was looking around trying to get her bearings, the others were knocked unconscious still, and she touched Joey's neck to make sure she was still alive, she was met with a steady heartbeat and she sighed in relief. Rhi fully snapped to her senses, realizing everything was upside down, and finally looked to where her safety belt was the only thing that was keeping her from being on the upper part of the helicopter. It was cutting into her and she fumbled with it, trying to unbuckle it when she heard Nancy calling over the radio.
"Nancy!" She called out hopefully, reaching out in vain trying to grab the dangling headset before her. "Oh come the fuck on!" Rhi growled out, her fingers were nearly on it when a hand grabbed her wrist firmly. She screamed in surprise as Joseph's visage came into view, his blue eyes focused on her hazel ones intensely as he grabbed the headset for himself.
It was almost as if static was filling her ears, she couldn't believe what she was hearing as she listened to the exchange between the Father and Nancy...she was in on all of this?! That fucking traitor. Rhi's blood began to boil again, as Joseph leaned in closer to her face.
"No one is coming to save you." A chill shot down Rhi's spine at his soft spoken promise, and she watched him as he was climbing out of the helicopter.
Rhi began to scramble, trying to undo her safety belt but it was jammed. Panic caused a bad taste at the back of her throat as she periodically looked back to the cult as Joseph was babbling about starting some reaping.
The group came back towards the chopper, grabbing everyone in it, Joey began screaming, trying to get away, as Rhi grabbed onto her leg trying to save her, but it was a worthless attempt.
"EARL!" Rhi shouted, as her hands went back to the buckle at her waist, watching helplessly as her still unconscious uncle was dragged away from her. "UNK WAKE UP!" She was on the verge of tears, as Burke got her attention.
"We gotta get outta here!" He shouted to her and she growled.
"Nah shit!" She spat at him as she continued to struggle, watching as he got free and just ran, her jaw slackened by the fact that he ran off without trying to help her.
A rush of adrenaline got her focused and she finally got herself free and she crashed onto the top of the helicopter hard. She grunted, holding her elbow tenderly before that little voice in her head yelled 'RUN'.
Like a bolt of lightning, Rhi shot out of the chopper, stumbling slightly as she ran towards the wooded area where she had seen Burke disappear.
She had no idea where she was going as she heard bullets whizzing by her head, she ducked and weaved through the trees, her lungs burning as she willed her legs to pump harder. Rhi was putting as much distance between her and her pursuers as she possibly could. There were so many of them and only one of her.
Rhi came to a drop off that landed her in a small pond. The water was cool against her flushed skin from her run, but she didn't give herself time to enjoy it before she was out and jogging again.
"Hello, is anyone there?" It was Burke's voice on her radio, she pulled it from the clip on her belt, and was about to chuck it into a tree out of pure spite against him for leaving her for dead, but the logical side of her brain told her that he may be her only way of getting out of this mess.
Rhi listened and followed where he gave his location.
Instead of unloading onto Burke all her thoughts of him, she just stewed in it as she ran to find the trailer he was talking about. How could he have left her for dead like that? He better have a damn good reason behind it. Maybe she should have told him she was on her way?
That thought came a little too late as she opened the door and Burke attacked her.
"Hey asshole, it's me!" Rhi shouted, swinging back at him out of instinct, and he made an audible noise and backed off.
"Rook, oh god, it's you." He said relieved and she rolled her eyes, straightening her jacket back out.
"Yeah, it's me. Fuck dude." Rhi understood why he'd attacked her, he did send a message out over the radio, probably an unsecured line and yeah she also realized that she should have told him she was coming. They were both a little at fault here.
Rhi checked the rooms as Burke explained that there was a truck outside and that they needed to get out and back to Missoula before coming back and saving the others. Rhi wasn't 100% that they should leave the others behind right now, but what choice did she really have?
"Ok, I'll guard at the window and if any of those Peggies show up, I'll cover you while you get the truck going." Rhi agreed as she picked up the nearby rifle, checking to see if it was loaded.
She watched as Burke left the trailer and she shattered the glass with the butt of the rifle, positioning herself comfortably at the window, looking through the scope, she began firing on the cult members that emerged from the woods.
Rhi ducked down from the opening to reload her gun, taking a deep breath to clear the thoughts from her head. She was so worried about her uncle, she knew he could take care of himself, but she just couldn't handle the thought of another family member being hurt. Rhi kept hearing Deeter's voice in her head: 'Just relax. Picture the gun as an extension of you. An extension of your arm. Imagine the bullet as part of you, straight from your arm until it lodges into the target.' She was zoned in when she lined her shot back up, taking a few more out when Burke finally blew the truck horn to get her attention. After popping off a few more rounds to buy herself time, Rhi left her position, breaking another window, she hurtled herself out of the house and into the truck with Burke.
"GET THE FUCK OFF US!" Rhi screamed as she leaned out of the window, firing more shots at the tires of the trucks following them, trying to get the cult off their tail.
"Fuckin' Nancy…" She heard Burke mummer under his breath as she finally sat down in the seat. Rhi took several deep breaths, getting a moment to relax. "Damn, they've blocked the road!" He shouted and Rhi scoffed, wiping the sweat off her brow.
"Of course they fucking have. Just bust the fuck through it!" Rhi demanded, leaning back out of the window, spraying bullets and watching the Peggies scatter to take cover as Burke sped the truck up.
"There's dynamite in the back! Use it!" He screamed at Rhi, who nodded and grabbed several of the sticks as gently as she could, she leaned back inside long enough to get Deeter's lighter from her pocket, lit the first stick, and chucked it into the cab of the truck closest to them.
The Peggies in the truck cursed and bailed from the vehicle moments before the dynamite exploded and Rhi laughed, before a light above her got her attention, she rolled her eyes and let out an exasperated growl before flipping back into her seat, placing the lighter lovingly back into her pocket, patting it before turning to face Burke and pointing out the back window at the helicopter hovering them.
"Oh fuck me running! They have air support too? What the actual fuck man?!" Burke looked into the rearview and cursed loudly, slapping the steering wheel hard.
"They're in front of us too!" He pointed out, and Rhi looked in front of them as they were getting ready to cross the bridge that would lead to their freedom. Rhi once again leaned out the window, shooting the man who was manning the mounted gun, but she knew they didn't stand a chance when the bridge exploded and Burke jerked the wheel to the right and they plummeted from the bridge into the river below.
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For Your Sake
Happy gift to @sticklerforstarker, I hope you enjoy this Rhi!! I barely posted this do not worry it is here!! This was for the @starkersecretsanta and wow this was a joy to be part of <3 Await a moodboard because I say so <3
Warnings: violence, implied non-con, age difference, underage Peter
Words: 3k
Things were just better- by a cinch. Peter no longer struggled as much. He fussed, whined, but it all leads to one thing: his submission.
Peter stopped struggling not because he had finally fallen or grown to willingly submit to the man. God, never. Peter stopped struggling when he accepted the fact that his fights and protests were useless. Fighting always ended up with bruises, too hard bites, hands tied, face pushed into the mattress as Tony roughly fucked his ass and the stinging pain lasted days. So he gave up struggling. That way Tony was sweeter on him, took his time (or didn’t) when preparing him, actually using lube, touching him and forcing him to at least go through an orgasm.
Peter know what to do when he found himself on the man’s bed. Undress, lay back and spread his legs and jerk himself in the process. Or when Tony wanted him on fours- on his knees, ass in the air, face and shoulders on the mattress and beautifully arched. Tony liked that better.
Peter was past the phase of trying to escape. It was no use just like struggling was. It led him nowhere. It led him somewhere worse. Peter was already surrounded by enough dangers in the claws of Tony Stark. Getting a gun shot right next to his temple as a lesson from his last attempt to escape, Peter swore to never be the cause of his own death.
“P-papi?” One of the few (not few) rules Peter had to comply when he was with Tony, calling him those names. ‘Daddy’ was one of them, ‘Tony’ if the billionaire was in a good mood. ‘Papi’ was common.
“Yes, baby?” Tony responded, a voice so soothing. A voice that belonged to a man with a corrupted heart and mind. A man that had no soul. A damn monster.
Peter breathed in deeply and closed his eyes. He was held by Tony in a spooning position, Peter’s slimmer frame was well held over by the older man. He prayed he didn’t upset Tony. Because upsetting Tony was bad. And Peter didn’t want to be bad when he knew what that entailed.
“Baby, what do you want to say?” Tony asked, demanding his words.
Peter didn’t shift to look at him. He stared ahead, eyes on the edge of the bed.
“Are you going to do it?”
“What, baby?”
“It.”
“I don’t like playing these games, Peter.” Tony suddenly tightened his hold around Peter’s waist, making the boy gasp. “What?”
“Ar-are you going to k-kill me?” Peter whispered, trying to remember how to breathe and feeling his heart on his throat.
Tony stopped breathing for a moment. His mind went blank at the question and froze.
Are you going to kill me?
The words buzzed inside Tony’s head like a mantra, chanting and echoing. He had almost forgotten. The promise he had made Peter, before he made Peter his he had already put a death brand on him. It was a threat, a threat that Tony’s lips spilled as a promise. A swearing. An oath.
You’re nobody’s but mine. And if you think you can go cry out for help, just know that you’re already dead.
‘After I’m done with you, I’m going to dump your whore body in a river. Just like I did with your uncle.’
Peter nervously awaited a response and he didn’t feel the goosebumps roam along his skin. His brows knitted deeply worried, because Tony might kill him right there and then like he said but the thought of it just shook the sanity Peter was just barely grasping. Maybe Tony was waiting for Peter to lose it? It’s been a few well months since Peter had been slept without a nightmare chasing him, and every time they just got worse. And he had fallen to accept his fate, sane people kept fighting. Right?
When was the last time he saw his school grades?
Tony doesn’t have to say anything before he feels Peter tremble under his arm and comes to realize the boy is crying. Tony can tell he’s trying to keep himself quiet and it hurts him to hear the sobs that choke end at his throat. The way they lay, Peter is pressed against Tony’s chest, facing away. Tony could just barely see his eyes red and the heavy sad tears flowing down from his eyes. Too pretty eyes. Eyes they shouldn’t be crying. Eyes Tony has made cry many times before. It feels different this time, seeing those tears. And it isn’t a good different.
Peter’s pale shoulders linger with hickies and bite marks, his arms bruised by the man’s strong hand grips. And Tony likes looking at what he leaves behind.
Tony doesn’t say anything as he raised a hand and runs his fingers along the marked skin, making Peter further coil into himself, trying to suppress his wrenched cries. They’re swallowed sobs and sniffing now, but it still hurts.
Peter ultimately falls asleep, his face is red, the pillow under his head has a small damp spot from his tears and Tony loves watching him breathe soundly. He hates himself knowing he got to that point in the first place. Tony wasn’t supposed to care or feel anything for his boy. That was not at all what he intended. Peter wasn’t supposed to somebody, he was supposed to be a bait, a hostage, a toy. And not even Happy, Tony’s best worker, was able to warn him about a potential catch.
Tony Stark didn’t feel anything, feelings in his type of field was only a threat. Men in the field had their own things to watch after, Tony specially bore down on no families, no lovers, no special people, having someone with that type of importance could be used against the person, leverage. Tony had not intended to suddenly care for the boy he only used to fuck down on and occasionally show him off.
He sat Peter on his lap during meetings, often he cooed him at the other man, booming on the skills of his perfect body and mouth. Peter just sat quietly, patient, tried not to flinch when Tony suddenly gripped his jaw or gripped his groin to play with. He behaved. Tony enjoyed.
Tony didn’t do anything with Peter’s sleeping form but admire for a few moments longer, pale smooth skin, marked, beautiful, delicate. Tony was well aware of his youth, that only drew him closer. Happy snapped at him about not the fact of Peter being a hostage (he could care less), but on the fact that Peter was a fucking minor. The search for him would be berserk for months. Tony didn’t give a flying shit, Peter was his, he owned Peter, no witty-ill cop would be able to even go near them. Tony Stark was who Tony Stark was, everyone knew that.
It was well past ten, Tony had to run a few check ups that day, it would be packed. Usually he left Peter in his room. Even alone Peter couldn’t escape, he proved it himself. But a few hours alone in that room he would not mind, just as long as he didn’t have to bear with Stark’s claws on him for a while. Just a while. Food was brought to him, he had the TV with every streaming service he could think of, a nice bathroom within the room, a window that no way in hell opened. He didn’t mind being inside that room. He minded it once Stark stepped inside.
Tony didn’t wake Peter. He carefully pulled himself from the expensive covers and bed and went ahead to get dressed. Expensive suit, expensive ties and shoes, entirely finished with his shades, Jarvis offering him a British robotic Good Morning, Sir.
Tony through the day couldn’t buzz off Peter’s question. Would he kill him? When would he kill him? How would he kill him? Would he even kill him?
“These two were seen contacting outside dealers from our circle, Sir.”
“Send the Red Squad to see what that was about. Contact Barnes, make their bodies disappear.”
Tony had a way or two of going about things.
“Romanoff’s report is here.”
“Results?”
“Pictures of dismembered bodies, she’s left in a hard drive and-” the man slightly flinched back and Happy rolled his eyes. “She left you the ring finger, Sir. With the ring.”
“Send the woman a gift, I don’t care what.”
It was hours of that, in different locations. His phone vibrates with his butler sending him updates on Peter, Tony too had a recording cam in there. He liked rewatching certain nights. The angle was spectacular.
But his butler called and Tony sighed.
“We talked about Peter acting up.” He snarled to the air, his glasses technically were a phone.
“Yes, Mr. Stark. I’m aware. But that is not the issue. He is not acting up.”
“What is this call for?”
“He is not eating, Sir.”
“Why isn’t he?”
“Not sure, Sir. He has not been doing much.”
Tony waved away a worker and his eyebrows bore down. “Has he picked up the phone?”
“Had not even looked at it.”
Tony hung up and again a heavy feeling settled on his chest. Fuck not again. Tony breathed in deeply and sat back on his seat. This kid was waiting to get killed, or kill himself. And Tony didn’t like that it bothered him.
Before Happy could draw him from his thoughts, Tony snapped his fingers and everyone drew their attention.
“Okay. Put this on hold. Everyone else do what does not need my assistance and the roles I gave.”
“Tony?”
“Take me home, Happy I have to do something.”
Tony might be regretting what he was going to do. But it might just be the trick. He was not surprised when he found Peter curled into himself, seemingly showered and changed, eyes on the door nervously. He probably didn’t expect tony him to arrive that early. It was still two in the afternoon. Tony usually got home by nine, earliest.
Tony settled on the doorway, composed patiently and threatening as ever it made Peter rigid and mouth drain. He hated the past few months. He had seen hell. He had seen it all. And that face had burned into his mind.
“Get ready.”
“Is there a meeting?” Peter asked, as tony expected him to dress in certain attire for those meetings. He hated it.
“Just pull on a jacket, come on.” He walked over and Peter by then learned how to not react and Tony kissed him. He was pliant and didn’t pull away until Tony had done so first. “We got things to do, Happy’s waiting.”
In the car, Peter forced his muscles to relax when Tony pulled him close next to him, a strong arm around him and weapon hidden under the treasure of clothes. Tony didn’t seem upset, he wasn’t unbuckling his pants for Peter to please him while they arrived to their destination. It was the worst thing, specially when Tony was on the phone as if Peter wasn’t there or when Tony had those very important guests. He still remembers the satisfaction both men, Tony and Steve Rogers, shared as they watched Peter nearly choke on the thick member and chin dripping with spit and release. Tony’s glasses were also recording to make it worse.
Tony chattered, Peter had to fill in conversation and not upset him. Because that was bad.
“So that is taken care of. What do you think Romanoff would like?”
“I don’t know. Maybe like a nice necklace?”
“Probably something that's been in an exhibit would be nice. That woman is the definition of mystery.” To which Peter quietly nodded in agreement. His eyes downcast. Maybe that was the day Tony pressed a gun to his head. “Steve and Bucky are invited to dinner next week and you’ll meet their own boy, did I mention they have their own now?”
Great. Another missing person.
“I didn’t know.”
Minutes later, Happy is pulling up to a sign Peter had not seen for what felt like years. It was a fucking McDonald’s.
Peter looked back and forth from McDonald’s, Happy and Tony, all the way around. Happy was no help and Tony wasn’t giving him any clue. Was Tony really going to shoot up a McDonald’s? Business? There?
“We’re here.” He said. And the face that beamed on Peter’s sorrow face Tony wishes he could see it all the time. Actual color came to his face and genuine expression made his brown bright eyes go wide. God, he looked like when Tony was younger and excited over his father’s tricks. Peter just looked like a literal child excited over fucking McDonald’s. Peter hardly felt his legs as Tony and him walked to the doors. And the warm air that hit his face and the scent of grease and nuggets and fries was what Peter felt was heaven in hell.
There were people around Peter, kids, women, men, teens, all of which Peter could run to for help and watch as Tony’s men wipe them all out of their lives. He instinctively closed into Tony’s side. In line his eyes scanned the top menu like it was treasure and his mouth just couldn’t stay closed. Tony’s mouth quirked a small smirk at Peter and then he came up to the counter.
“Cheeseburger meal. Pull the onions.” He said very straight forward. His stature didn’t fail to make someone’s hands tremble. The young lady at the counter nodded without a word and clicked into the screen with shaky fingers. Peter didn’t even notice his turn until Tony’s gentle hand nudged him . The room spun.
“I uh...twenty piece meal.” he said quickly. “And...and a…” Peter looked at Tony astonished and filled with wonder. “Daddy?” he whispered quietly enough for only Tony’s ears. Was Tony really letting him?
“Go on. I don’t order your meals.”
Peter quickly nodded and lowered his eyes from the girl. “A big mac.”
Suddenly Peter didn’t feel trapped in that moment. And Tony noticed by the small shine in his eyes as they sat down and waited for their order. It was a long time since Tony had seen that look. It lessened the weight in his chest.
Tony actually got him McDonald’s. And Peter was outside. What happened? Whatever it was, Peter was extremely glad for that. Maybe Tony killed someone important and was in a good mood. Right? Peter thanked whoever or whatever it was which was a horrible thing to be grateful for. Peter munched down on his meal with delight, responding to Tony’s chat with the utmost respect he could offer that day.
“How are the fries?”
“Amazing.” Muttered with food Peter, nearly making Tony roll his eyes because his chefs cooked things a thousand times more delicious than fries. Tony grinned with pleasure regardless. But Peter slowly raised his eyes and spoke shyly. “Did you like your cheeseburger, D-daddy?”
“Cheeseburger a cheeseburger. I enjoyed it, baby. Thank you for asking.”
A moment later, Peter had finished the last nugget, sharing thoughtfully with his captor and both downed their drinks. It was time well spent and Peter couldn't help but be grateful for once. He forgot the question that nailed the sane nerve in his mind. A moment later, Tony was directing them into the car and Peter sighed sadly when he slipped back into his seat. It was a good hour while it lasted. Now home to please Tony in ways he didn’t want to please him. Damn.
“Happy I’ve got another location.” Tony’s voice boomed, and Peter settled himself back under Tony’s arm. He looked with longing at the restaurant, again an invisible rope around his neck and fuck he really did not want to cry.
“Where to, Boss?”
“Central Park.” To which Peter and Happy both looked at him with shock. Happy through the rearview mirror and Peter turning to face him. Tony shrugged at both of them. “Drive.”
“Boss.”
“I didn’t stutter, Happy.”
“You’ve got an entire hostage in the car.”
“And I’m a billionaire mafia king. Drive.”
Fifteen minutes and the beautiful social park came into the car’s windows and Peter wanted to scream in delight. He wanted to cry. To laugh. The park.
“Happy you got my back.”
“Always.” Tony opened the door and slid himself out. Peter stayed in place, staring at the view beyond the car. Wow. “We don’t have all day. Get out.”
“Yes, Papi.” Peter hurried and without ease slid himself out and right close to Tony, as taught. Tony slipped his shades on and waved at Happy. And then they walked. And oh god Peter was stepping on grass. Grass. And the sun was hitting his face and it wasn’t the warmest season yet there was still leaves falling but what the hell the free wind blew his curls and made him inhale deeply. There were people with dogs, their kids, lovers, there were squirrels damn it. Squirrels.
“Oh my god.” Peter breathed and Tony looked at him, muscles pulling a slight smile on his handsome face.
“Wanna go play in the leaves, bambino?”
Peter looked at him, nearly tripping over his own feet.
“Can I?”
Tony kissed him again and Peter pressed himself close.
Anything you want. “Of course.”
They walked a bit longer until they found a place far enough from the public eye and with leaves of different shades everywhere. Tony was a grown man, he didn’t have time or energy to roll around in the damn leaves. He sat by a bench, the silent gun pressing into his thigh and Peter followed as well, uneasy and excited.
“Daddy-”
“Go play.” Tony said, sitting back carelessly. “We’ll be here a while and chef’s got a disciple meal going we need the appetite for.”
Peter nodded and to Tony’s nod, he made his way to the grass and laughed to himself.
He picked the leaves with his hands and let them fall. He picked them up again and he admires the lines and creases and their colors before throwing them in the air. He felt - nice. Tony watched calmly, watched the blush in Peter’s face heat up and the unconscious grin on his face. His hair managed to catch a leaf or two, his eyes nearly glowed. If Tony didn’t know any better, Peter looked ...happy.
He smiled and giggled to himself as he continued to pick up the leaves and fly them about.
Tony didn’t like feeling. He shouldn’t be feeling in the first place. Now here was, heart picked by thorns and about to explode. This feeling he wished he could stop, even if it meant for a wide metal rod protecting the entirety of his heart. Fuck. For Peter. He had entirely forgotten he was going to kill him and the deed sounded despicable and impossible now. He couldn’t just kill Peter. He wouldn’t either. If he had meant it, Peter’s body would be somewhere and gone for good. But Peter was not gone, Peter was alive and well and every night on his bed and served to his every need.
He almost regret having even captured Peter in the first place. Peter free was all shy bright smiles and blushed cheeks.
Peter’s audible laugh ripped Tony from his crisis and the man smiled warmly.
Peter. Peter was alive and well. Nobody else had to know that.
Peter was his, and that was all that mattered.
@sticklerforstarker <3
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I hate to this bring up again, but I'm not sure what makes xeno inklings fetishy? In rhi's art, I understand with the gore/self-harm that it can be unsettling, but she answered an ask saying that it was more of a coping mechanism via expression, and people can responsibly decide wether they need to block certain tags or not. I feel like Xeno art is just exploring if Inklings were more animalistic. If there's a reason it IS fetishy, I'm legitimately curious to know why since I don't know better.
i’m gonna cover the fetishy stuff first but i WILL circle back to ur gore comment:1)ovi is a known kink of theirs and they project it onto characters which they draw more "alien" than what they actually are which is pretty much a staple in the ovi community2) she draws canonically 14-16 year olds shitless all the fuckin time like i DON’T care if she ages them up or not? actually aging up minors in art is really harmful to kids (speaking from experience) so! thats a little wacky3) it just looks honry idk what to tell u like. the way she draws them.... looks horny... this looks horny idk what to tell u i’m not saying they draw their inklings like that for horny reasons entirely but GOD their kink shows. this doesn’t even make them like Problematic or anything its just weird and makes me and apparently a bunch of other people uncomfortable? so. thats that on thatalso. if by animalisticyou meant “mammalian” then yeah but like in my opinon they don’t look like evolved squids they look like weird mammals with no fur. lmaoOK CIRCLING BACK TO GORE drawing that is not a healthy way to cope! its not! its not healthy for the person doing it and its not healthy to those exposed to it. it desensitizes people to real life tragedy and fucks with ur head. i use to draw self harm when i was like 14 and that lead to actual real life self harm! its Bad! its so bad and unhealthy, like, please try like meditation or something if u can’t get mental help irl.also lowkey i know for a fact rhi doesn’t drawn all the gore to “cope” some of it is just for fun. ok. i’m done
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No Longer Afraid
“Good morning, Rhi!” Roman said to you in a far-too-perky manner for the time of the morning - even if it was Friday.
“Erm…good morning.” you replied, climbing into the car before struggling to fasten your seat belt. Roman took your coffee flask from you whilst you buckled up.
“Have you seen this morning who your boyfriend is linked to?” He asked, smirking.
“Ha! Who is it now? Some random girl I expect.” You replied, laughing.
“Well, it’s you actually!” He smiled.
You nearly spat your coffee all over him and yourself.
“Me?!” You asked, feeling your body tense and a sick feeling rise in your gut.
“Yeah, you! He said in an interview in Japan that you were his celebrity crush.”
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! What is he playing at?!” you whispered.
“Oh, come on. It was bound to come out soon enough. I mean, you’ve been together almost a year.” He said, not understanding why you were so upset by it.
“I know…I just…I don’t think I can deal with it being public.” you replied with a sigh.
What had possessed him to say that? Then, once Roman had shown you the interview, you knew why. It was a quick fire round of questions and he was kicking a football up in the air at the same time. The idea being that the person would be distracted fully from the question and answer honestly. And he had.
Niall had practically outed your relationship.
It’s not that you were ashamed of it - and some people did know. Roman, for one, and a few close friends as well as both your families. Working the Capital One Breakfast Show with Roman everyday meant that he had noticed a significant change in your mood around the time you’d started dating Niall. He knew something was up with you and pinpointed it to being that you were obviously getting great sex. That’s when you had told him that you’d been seeing Niall for a few months. If you were honest after he’d asked you for your number at The Summertime Ball last June, you didn’t expect Niall to call. And when he did call you, you hadn’t expected him to ask you out. But, almost a year later, you were still together and had fallen in love.
You quickly got out your phone and typed a message to Niall. Though, you knew he wouldn’t reply since he would be on his way home from Japan. He’d been out touring in Australia and Asia for 3 weeks now.
“Oh god! Everyone’s going to be talking about us.” You said, resting your head back against your seat.
“No they won’t. It’s fine. No one probably knows.”
“You know! You read it this morning!”
“Look…I’m not going to mention it on the show - and if anyone says anything to you, just laugh it off.”
“Ok.”
“He’s getting back today, isn’t he?”
“Yeah. He should have landed by now, actually.” You replied, checking your watch.
“You should probably discuss this with him later. I honestly don’t know how you two have managed to keep it hidden for so long.” He smiled, shaking his head.
This was true. You’d never imagined it would stay a secret this long. You’d been working at Capital One for three years now and working along side Roman for two of those. You weren’t particularly well known, but did occasionally get recognised. One of the perks of radio was people only knew your voice. However, since you had been assisting Roman on the breakfast show, you’d appeared on his Instagram almost daily. Plus, you helped present and interview people at the annual Summertime Ball, which is where you’d met Niall.
You’d been instantly attracted to him. Who wasn’t?! He was absolutely gorgeous. He literally charmed the pants off you. You’d done a few interviews with him and hung out back stage laughing with him and his band. Eventually, he managed to get you alone and asked, “Can I maybe get your number?” You mumbled yes, completely baffled by the whole thing.
Your first date had been at a restaurant in the city and you’d arrived separately so you weren’t seen. It had been an amazing first date: great food and company. The conversation flowed easily at dinner, but when he’d dropped you off at your flat, an awkward chat had occurred.
“So I guess this is goodnight then?” He asked, smiling, his hands in his pockets.
“Yeah. I suppose it is.” You smiled back.
You were desperate for him to kiss you and you weren’t sure if he would. His blue eyes had glanced between your eyes and your lips a few times and you blushed. He leaned in and kissed you softly and you melted into his arms on your doorstep.
Fast forward almost a year and you’d managed numerous dates. You’d been to his LA house three times, met his family in Ireland, and even traveled to Portugal together. And you’d never been spotted by fans. You were both really good at not being seen together and it had become second nature to you.
Your cab pulled up outside the studios and you and Roman headed inside to get set up for your show. The sun was beginning to rise as you sat at your desk and finished another coffee.
Would it be so bad if people found out about your relationship? You’d both agreed it was best to keep it under wraps - but did he still feel that way? You definitely needed to talk to him later.
You opened up your Twitter and noticed a few mentions of the interview, but not much else - and the same when you looked at your IG. You were hoping that the fact that Rhiannon Jones was probably a common name - and that Roman was the main presenter of the show - meant no one would click.
No one in the office mentioned it during the show. But, in the meeting after the show, one of the runners asked if you’d heard about the interview. You said that Roman had told you and brushed it off as nothing.
You couldn’t wait to get home that afternoon. You arrived back at your place by 2pm and quickly grabbed a late lunch. Niall texted you saying that he had slept a bit and was coming over at 3 - and that he wanted to talk to you about stuff.
Stuff?
What was stuff? You hoped that the attention the interview had brought didn’t make him think that you should end things. Your mind was running a million miles an hour as you showered and changed. You pulled on some leggings and a top before tying up your hair in a messy bun. You’d been pacing around the living room for what seemed like hours when he knocked on your door.
You opened it to find him standing there in his comfy clothes and a cap. He’d brought his over night bag, which you saw as a good sign. His smile beamed and you smiled back as he walked across the threshold and pulled you close to him. He walked you backwards holding tightly onto your hip before kicking the door closed and dumping his bag beside him.
“Mmmmm…I missed you so much.” He whispered as he wrapped both his arms around your waist and kissed you. You had missed him to and your hands found their way to his head and you pulled off his cap, flinging it to the floor. One of your favourite things to do was to play with his hair; there was something so good about running your fingers through his thick locks.
He loved it when you tugged on it while kissing and especially during sex.
He moved his lips down to your neck and you whispered back. “Missed you too.”
He kissed along your neck and back up to your mouth. Resting his forehead against yours as he looked at you. Both of you smiling like idiots.
“As much as I want to take you to your bed right now and show you exactly how much I’ve missed you, we should probably talk first.” He said smirking.
You exhaled deeply. You’d been worried about this chat, but knowing that he wasn’t about to end it eased your worry somewhat.
“Come on. Let’s get a coffee.” You said, pulling away from him. His hands never left your hips as you turned and walked into the kitchen. He stroked across your back gently with his thumbs as you filled the kettle.
“So I slipped up slightly!” He chuckled.
“Yeah. Just slightly.” You chuckled back.
“Are you mad with me?” He asked nervously.
“No. Should I be?”
“No. It’s just…I know you didn’t want people to find out.”
“Well, you don’t either. I just am afraid about what people will say about me…about us. I’m torn between wanting to be more open - and being proud to be the one who gets to hold your hand - and then thinking it would be easier to just keep it a secret longer.”
“Yeah, I know… but now I’m wondering if we should maybe be more open. I’m not afraid anymore.”
“Are you sure? I mean, I don’t need you to tell people. I know how much you hate when people speculate about who you’re dating.”
“We are hardly just dating, petal. This isn’t a fling. We are in a relationship together. I love you.”
You blushed at his words, turned towards the mugs, and began pouring the coffee into them. You said you loved each other roughly 4 months into your relationship. A few weeks later, during a drunken night alone, you both declared that you’d both loved each other for a while, but were too scared to say anything. You smiled as you remembered the night he’d told you he loved you for the first time.
You’d arrived in Dublin on an early flight. Niall had gone the night before. Niall’s cousin had come to pick you up and took you to back to Mullingar. It was the first time you had met his family and they couldn’t have been more welcoming. His Mum had embraced you and said how happy she was to finally be meeting you. You were only staying a couple of days, deciding to keep a low profile and just stay at the house - only venturing out to have dinner at Niall’s Dads house.
You were in the ensuite bathroom when he said it, both of you brushing your teeth and getting ready for bed.
“Think its safe to say my family absolutely love you, Petal.”
“Do you think?”
“Yeah, but not a such as me.” He replied as he wiped his hands on a towel.
You looked up at him not sure how much you should read into what he had just said. He looked nervous. Had he meant it? You knew you loved him. You’d known for weeks and were fully prepared to say it back. You stood staring at each other for a few seconds before he leaned in and kissed you. His hands gripped your hips, thumbs stroked across your exposed tummy. He ran his tongue across your lip seeking entrance to your mouth and you didn’t hesitate to allow him in. You pulled away desperately trying to catch your breath when he whispered it, “I love you, Rhiannon.”
You took in a sharp breath relishing in how good it felt to hear him say it and you didn’t hesitate to reply “I love you too, Niall” and then you kissed him again. You’d tumbled into bed that night and made love to each other, slow and steady both wanting to show the other exactly how you felt.
As you stood making the coffee blushing at his declaration of love to you, he wrapped his arms around you and snuck his head into the crook of your neck placing a kiss on your cheek.
“Was thinking maybe we could talk about moving in together.” He whispered.
You stopped what you were doing and turned around to face him. You nervously bit your lip as you wrapped your arms around his neck again.
“Really?” You asked him nervously.
“Yes, really. I love you, Rhi, and want to wake up every day with you. I want you to be there when I get home.”
“I want that too.” You replied as you kissed him.
“So no more hiding?”
“No more hiding.”
You kissed him again before pulling him as close as you could. The kiss deepened and you wanted him more than you ever had before. He bent his knees and lowered his hands to your bum, pulling you up to sit on the counter, settling between your legs.
A small moan escaped your lips as you felt him harden against your centre.
“I suddenly don’t want a coffee anymore.” he growled and lifted you up so your legs were wrapped around him and he walked you to your bedroom.
As desperate as you were for each other, you took your time that afternoon. Taking things slowly and trembling underneath him as he drew out a mind-blowing orgasm. You fit so well together and you knew that this was something serious. You loved him with all your heart. You laid there in each others arms watching the sun set across the city.
“So, what do you think about moving in with me?” He asked, nervously running his fingers gently up and down your arm.
“Are you sure you want me to?” You replied not looking up from your position of laying across his chest.
“Well, I mean…we don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
“Ni, I’d love to move in with you.” You said, lifting your head to meet his gaze. “Just don’t want you to think you have to ask me because of us going public.”
“No…it’s nothing to do with going public. I’ve been thinking about it for a while actually. Hate you being here on your own without a security door. I know it’s silly but I worry about you all the time.”
You giggled a little bit.
“What?” He smiled, “Don’t laugh.”
“Sorry, babe, but you know I actually live in a nice area of the city…low crime rate - it’s why I picked it even though the rent is high.”
“That’s another thing. I don’t want you spending your money on rent anymore. Want your money to be spent on things you want.”
“Lets not start the rent chat again.”
He’d been trying to pay your rent on your one bed flat for about 6 months now and you’d refused every time. You didn’t want Niall for his money. He knew that, but you still felt uneasy about it. You’d even caught him trying to get your bank account number from your purse to pay money into your account. You’d had an argument about it, but had great make up sex after.
“If I move in, then I’m paying my way.”
“Well, you can’t because I don’t have a mortgage.”
“Well I’ll give you money for bills and I’ll buy groceries then.” You argued.
“No you will not! I’ll sort out a joint account for things like that.”
“Joint account?!” You said, smiling.
“Yeah - for food and house stuff.”
“You do know I’m not a housewife from the 50s right?”
He laughed. “Well I have a cleaner, so you don’t need to worry about that.”
“Good. I hate cleaning!”
“So it’s settled then?” He asked.
“Yep. I’ll move in with you.” You replied, lifting up your head from his chest and kissing him.
His hand reached up and he cupped your face. “Love you, Rhi.” He whispered.
“Love you to Ni.”
You woke the next morning wrapped up with Niall. He was awake already and had been scrolling through his phone. When he realised you were awake, he put his phone down and turned towards you. “Morning Petal” he said as he snuggled down under the covers with you.
“Mmmm. morning babe.”
“What’s the plan for today?” He asked.
“Didn’t really make any as I wasn’t sure what you’d want to do. Need to go buy food at some point.”
“Well, I have a plan.” He said.
“Yeah?” You asked.
“Yeah. It involves being naked all day!”
“Even in the supermarket?” You said, chuckling.
“That’s not something I’m really into.” he chuckled.
You laughed with him and snuggled in closer.
“Lets just lay here for a bit. I’m not ready to get up just yet.” You whispered as you ran your fingers through his coarse chest hair. You moved a finger across to his nipple and started circling it before moving your hand down his chest and stomach. He hissed as your hand got closer to where he wanted it and you found him already ridiculously hard.
“Babe.” He growled as your lips found his neck and you stoked across his length.
“Mmmmm” you hummed against his skin.
“Fuck! I need you so much.” He moaned and eased you back onto the bed and moved his body on top of you. He kissed you hard and you wrapped your arms around his body and opened your legs to invite him in. His cock rubbed against your clit and you moaned against his mouth. “You like that?” He mumbled. “God Yes.” You replied in between kisses.
He rocked his hips back and forth before he slid inside you. Was it even possible for it to feel so fucking good like this all the time? Your love for him seemed to deepen every day. Moving in together was a massive step, but it wasn’t scary anymore. You weren’t afraid anymore of how things were moving forward. You’d stayed awake last night talking into the small hours. Talking about what you wanted to do together. A future was being planned.
His thrusts were steady as he moved in and out of you. His eyes never left yours and he left kisses across your lips and cheeks never faltering his pace.
“Can’t wait for you to move in and be with me always.” He whispered.
God this boy said all the right things didn’t he?
“I can’t wait either Ni.” You replied nudging your nose against his before gasping as his cock hit the soft spot that you knew would tip you over the edge.
Realising what he’d done, he continued to thrust against that spot causing you to gasp again at the butterflies in your tummy, the build up of heat about to tumble you over the edge.
“Fuck…you look so good! Cum for me, Rhi.” He mumbled as he thrust harder and harder. You clenched around him and came hard at his words. Pulsing against him as he thrust one last time and released himself inside you with a growl.
You loved it when you came together. Loved how you reached that peak at the same time. You collapsed beside each other and held each other close. Pure contentment.
Two weeks had passed since Niall had returned to London. He’d arrived at yours that Saturday morning with another load of boxes for you. Packing really was the most mundane thing. Your little one bedroom flat was looking a bit sad for itself now. You’d donated your sofa and some other bits to the local charity furniture shop as you wouldn’t be needing them. You weren’t really one to hoard stuff so wouldn’t be moving that much stuff with you to Niall’s.
“Happy anniversary, Petal.” He said as he kissed you hello.
“Happy anniversary to you.” You replied, smiling.
“Got you a present.” He said, handing you a small box.
“Thought we said no presents. Just dinner!“
"I know, but I couldn’t help it!”
“Get some self control, Ni!” You laughed, taking the box from him.
“I can never do that with you. It’s only a small thing, anyway.”
You shook your head and then opened the box to find a key attached to a small key chain in the shape of a heart.
“A key to your apartment.” You smiled.
“No a key to our apartment.” He smiled back.
You were packing up a box in the bedroom a little while later. Niall had laid back on your bed playing on his phone. Your phone beeped signalling a notification.
Niall Horan has tagged you in a post.
“Ni…..what have you tagged me in on IG?” You asked, raising your eyebrows and opening the app.
You looked at his post and gasped before looking over at him. There, in black and white, was a photo of you both from your last trip to L.A. sitting in the hammock in his garden having an afternoon cuddle. The caption said
“happy anniversary @ rhiannonjones91 love you more each day. X”
Then he’d done the hastag one year.
You looked at him and smirked “Well, that’s one way to get it out in the open.”
“Not afraid anymore, remember? And we said no more hiding.”
“People are going to go crazy.” You said, shaking your head.
“Don’t care.” He replied, reaching up to you and pulling you down on top of him.
“Ni.” You giggled, “I’m suppose to be packing.”
“But I need a kiss.” he pouted.
“Can’t resist that pout.” You replied, kissing him.
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I still can't believe I once told my friends about the ghost incident trauma bol k side kr diya tha and the very friends are now into speaking with spirits through cards?
I swear if I had told this to myself in college I would have laughed at my own face.
2020 did something. Like it did something and opened people to things many always said were superstitions. I still can't believe I was just watching them to steal stories for future and plots... How did I end up in this rabbit hole?
Even with astrology? O_o The fact now I am seeing tarot cards on every page ever it's spooky what Tik-Tok did but yeahhhhhhh... Vedic astrology mai I will ever enter was a plot twist even for me xD
Because I have always been an agnostic. It exists. That's it. I am not pro it or against but the shit it said in my fucking chart made my stomach drop. It did because all your life you are roaming around trying to distract people with bullshit so people don't see right through you and bam
Apparently it's written in your kundali? Even the vaugest mention of it made me feel so pukish because abhi taak I was just playing dumb and using my own interpretations of life experiences ki these things are common just fucking say it people will be dumb enough to believe it but then tropical astrology happened and vedic and mera sir ghum rha hai as to how and why and what and when and where.
I still can't believe the things I did in 2020 just to test tarot and astrology. I took advantage of a dude who I knew was trying to mess around with me?
I am a little fucked in the head for sure xD Because holy smokes I want to cry because past merko heart attack aaja ta seeing what I did. I swear 2020 was my wrecking ball moment. Identity crisis + Self worth ki m ki + Existential crisis + thinking I am going to die anyway maybe so fuck it.
I did something I shouldn't have just to measure or check someone's reaction because I knew the other person is taking me for an idiot while he just trying to manipulate me while not realising how obvious he is xD
I am sorry but aggar nahi bhi hai bhagwaan khud create kr dai gai because the way I stooped just to get out reactions. Man I am a fucking lunatic I swear...
For all I know things can be leaked but somehow the whole I do not know if I will make it out alive stole all my fucks to give and made me want to mess around just to learn the truth of tarot and astrology xD
HOW FUCKED IS THAT? I hate that I did that? Ew.
I swear I don't even care if I am getting stalked or not just had to get this off my chest. Lol.
Because I do not know if I lost something or did I gain. Did I play or did I get played?
Anyway mai ek din marre gi jaisi harkaatai krti hun mai. Fassun gi. Mai mazzak nahi kr rhi because who told me to get emotionally involved? Because I swear to god that's one thing I relied on. The fact I have never been able to get emotionally involved because everyone creeps me out and I creep everyone out.
There is a healthy distance between me and people because prideful fuckers will always think that they are better than the rest. I am the same not going to lie lol but it's so much easier to mess around with people when they think you are an idiot.
Which I am no doubt in that. I love how people only think that spewing facts here and there is the only thing that can make people intelligent. I will never understand why knowledge is equated to intelligence? I mean until you have experience what use is that knowledge of? That knowledge also is only authentic when it comes from experience. Warnaa aisse toh tottey should have been ruling over everyone? Which they are not?
I swear people are just limited by their way of thinking and that's why most of us die as average joes just trying to build ourselves for others to get satisfaction of fulfilment when half the fuckers don't even have the right kind of thinking? I hate humans. I do. Not in a hitler kind of way just the fact that their world somehow now revolves around pride, ego, wanting something and what not?
I mean yes it makes life a better life to live it gives you goals but what about family? What about compassion? What about emotions? They have somehow vanished and you are deemed stupid for having them.
Brain is now suddenly meant for emotions. Money yeh money woh and the fact your survival itself is based upon the fact you have how much money. What kind of a world are we living in? Anyway just having mental breakdown because each and every person is the same sometimes feel like I am trying to fit in with robots who run in the same direction unknowingly and it's pathetic to see but somewhere I am also a part of that crowd stuck when I desperately want to make it out of that heard but can't because that path is too lonely and you will sadly get nothing out of it.
I want to fit in. I want to be at home. I want to understand. Maybe I am too dumb maybe I am missing out on some information that everyone knows but I don't? Anyway people are still dumb.
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9, 13, 16, 8, 10 !
10. which muse is the most fun to write for?
already answered here !!
16. which muse is most willing to fight another muse?
depends on what they do tbh but like if this is ‘fighting for no reason’ than definitely makaria, and if it’s bc they’re an isle kid or like half-animal then it’s otto
and ofc makaria and otto would just 100% fight each other
~*~*~*~*~*~ okay so somehow i got all the long ones kjhbfevkhe so READMORE for otps/notps and How I Met My Muse (also since this got so long i’ll answer 13 on another ask!!
8. what is each of your muses otps? notps?
so this is gonna be like ‘i once shipped them’ and ‘so many crushes’ (I’LL USE THE SLASH)and it could have been for like five minutes or five weeks so pls welcome to my mind
betty otps: betty/ranon, betty/happiness, betty/feeling-protected, betty/melissabetty notps: like romantically every other guardian kid bc she is literally their mother/sister
veronika otps: VERONIKA/NOELLE, also veronika/a-good-loving-familyveronika notps: veronika/not-good-loving-families
makaria otps: MAK/BAIN, mak/talon JHBCVKDJHFEBJ A MESSmak notps: mak/stress
hershey otps: hershey/ophelia, hershey/self-care, hershey/self-confidence omfghershey notps: hershey/self-destructive tendencies
cestrum otps: cestrum/misty, cestrum/relaxationcestrum notps: cestrum/lola (i stg this was a crackship idea once and lord almighty)
aiwei otps: aiwei/juniper, aiwei/happiness, aiwei/finding-out-more-about-his-family, aiwei/BECOMING-A-REAL-BOY-BC-HE-WAS-ONLY-A-BABY-WHEN-HE-DIEDaiwei notps: aiwei/confrontation :(
otto otps: otto/common-sense, otto/open-mindednessotto notps: otto/any-of-his-dreams-coming-true, otto/winning
illyria otps: ROLLY POLLY OLLY (illyria/ronan), illyria/the-sea, illyria/comfortillyria notp: illyria/not-being-near-the-sea (this is happening rn jfc), illyria/discomfort
kirsa otps: uM KIRSA/SHEN (SHIRSA???? SHIH TZU???), kirsa/talking-about-her-emotions-instead-of-passive-aggresively-making-them-into-playskirsa notps: kirsa/not-being-honest its an issue
dignan otps: dignan/being-himself, dignan/darcy CAN I LET THE POOR BOY LIVE ? NO ?, dignan/FUTURE BOYFRIEND WHERE ART THOU, dignan/baseball the real otp thodignan notps: dignan/closeted
helen otps: helen/swords, helen/coranza, helen/angel, helen/shae, I GOT SO MANY, helen/being-herself, helen/no-responsibilitieshelen notps: helen/keeping-things-to-herself :(
penelope otps: penelope/money, penelope/being-soft, penelope/coming-to-terms-with-her-horrible-upbringingpenelope notps: penelope/being-selfish jcvnfklrfjvbwr
9. why were you drawn to each one of your characters?
( BETTY ): i knew tasha and rhi from a previous rp we were all in, and they’d played guardian characters too and i aLWAYS wanted to play a guardian character but i didn’t have any ideas back then, but then they were like “hey you should join us” and i was like “BOY OH BOY”. sandy was always my favourite guardian, and i had just finished rping a daughter-of-morpheus character so dream powers were like my thing and boom, betty mansnoozie was born aka the sweetest, most good character i’ve ever written. ALSO i’ve always had sibling-ish relationships with rhi so like the betty/jake relationship goes back a LOOONG way
( VERONIKA ): after betty i knew i wanted a darker character, and i was like “okay so who is like completely unforgivable” and i immediately thought of rasputin. there was also another rasputin child around at the time, and they had gotten rasputin’s powers so i was like!! what if i made a kid that wanted those powers, who wanted to be a villain and to be like their parent?? veronika’s gone a long way since then and really like i’m so proud of her and i love her so much, she’s just gone through a lot i lOVE HER
( MAKARIA ): SO OKAY LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT ME AND HADES BECAUSE HONESTLY, THIS HAS BEEN GOING ON FOR YEARS. i first played a character based on panic (hades’ sidekick) like aaaaages ago, and then i played actual disney hades in another rp. needless to say i really fucking love hades as a character. and betty was too nice, and veronika was too cynical and kept to herself, and i really wanted another mean-spirited CHATTERBOX (because i myself am such a chatterbox i mean look at this). i lowkey had a child of hades in a closed rp sort of situation, his name was macario (because i’d wanted a son) but the original is makaria, and i love my girls sO makaria was born. i also love zendaya, and previously hades had always been white but so much art on tumblr depicts persephone as this beautiful black woman so !! BOOM. i also wanted to try a different villain-kid-parent dynamic, because veronika ends up hating her dad but mak like 100% defends hades still like even to this day
( HERSHEY ): I WANTED A BOY LMAO and i was really into bts at the time so i���m like okay hmm where would yoongi fit in?? i re-watched wreck-it-ralph randomly and i remembered that i always wanted to try a sugar rush child so i was like heeeeeeeeeyyyy :)))). and it kinda just all fell into place because i’d also been interested in making a character that loved cars and racing (fast and the furious got me so bad). and i liked the idea of having another character with some sort of ability, and it was so interesting figuring out how hershey was going to fit into the auradon world bc he was originally virtual sO YEAH. and also the name came like in a second. FUN FACT, hershey von schweetz’s fc (in a different time before BTS took over my life) was going to be hailee steinfeld and now look at wHO USES HAILEE STEINFELD
( CESTRUM ): so after the craziness and Extra-ness of makaria and hershey i know i wanted someone more chill. i had always loved alice in wonderland i knew i wanted a son of the caterpillar because 1) alan rickman’s voice is God and 2) i always wanted to rp the caterpillar in like so many disney rps but i never got the chance lmao. so the idea for cestrum actually came even before i found the perfect fc (kibum), and it took me ages to find the perfect fc. i knew he was going to be weird and quiet but also talkative but also nOT? and just a different moral compass and way of thinking from everyone else. i was so sure about applying for cestrum and it was only after that i was like “ok but am i going to be smart enough to play this like 5000 IQ person wtf did i get into” and yEAH. also i always like making new characters with types that (during that time of the rp) aren’t so common yet, so having this stoic character was like yEAAAAAHHHH
( AIWEI ): so hershey and cestrum are my first boys and this is basically the start of my “one boy after another” streak and then i got AIWEI. the real babe. everyone’s been pretty mature so far, or like dealing with a lot of responsibility etc. and now i wanted someone who would be like a real teenager (more or less) and just have that childlike wonder and be rly innocent tbh. so aiwei is all of this, and he’s young and inexperienced but the twist was that he’s actually this boy who died in a fire when he was a baby and his father, in the underworld, resurrected him and performed some magic frankenstein stuff to make him grow older. and he’s the oldest out of all the kids but he’s been a baby 60% of this life until elder gutknecht finally got all the tools necessary to make him old and i jUST !! also i really loved that tin-man song from the wizard of oz. my actual baby, aiwei gutknecht i love him and will die for him
( OTTO ): AND AFTER ALL THE NICE, SEMI-NICE PEOPLE i was like “so what’s happening with the isle thing right now do ppl not like them like is there active resentment or what” and then i was like “what if i had a character that did the active resentment!!” and otto white was born. i knew he was going to be a jackass. i knew he was going to be anti-isle. and i knew he had to be a prince and a kid of one of the ‘original’ disney princesses. and i ended up choosing snow white because she’s technically the ‘oldest’ and there was evie and vera and i was like aayyyyy conflict. but yeah so otto was going to be the personification of fear and bias against isle kids, and i thought it’d be fun to play with that politics and society thing that i’ve never really done before. otto’s my first character that is actually irredeemably an asshole. i wanted to see how far i could go and where i could go with a character that was actively trying to not change. i was super nervous about applying for him tho bc like i knew he was going to insult a lot of people and i didn’t want to be like hated rip bUT it turned out well so YEH
( ILLYRIA ): i’ll be honest i watched pirates of the carribean and like calypso/davy jones is still the otp of otps for me. and i once had my fortune-telling phase and i saw valentine was there anD ALSO AN OPPORTUNITY TO USE A FILIPINO FC !! HECK YEAH !! and at this point i wanted to like branch out from my usual characters and try something different, to add new things about characters so i thought about illyria’s aversion to touch. and i knew she was going to be stoic and weird like cestrum, but she was also going to be charming and i wanted to see how that would go and it’s hard getting into illyria’s head sometimes but she’s like a Fave
( KIRSA ): so i watched this movie called “the darjeeling limited” and it’s basically about this dysfunctional set of siblings – one of them feels super responsible for the other two but is a big mess, the other sort is more put together but has problems he actively avoids, and then the last is this playwright who’s been in love with the same girl for like 10 years and falls in love easily. and i was like “who does that remind me of???” SO TBH the idea for kirsa first started out as a brother for the stahlbaums but then i realised there were no more spaces and i was like “tHE SUGAR PLUM FAIRY!!” and the rest is history. so kirsa is the dramatic playwright who falls in love too easily but also doesn’t know how to love properly, and she drinks and smokes and has all these vices and she’s still 17 so like what a hot mess. she’s as talkative as mak and as flirty as hershey but kirsa is less put-together and although she thinks she knows herself, she really doesn’t. she needs guidance pls
( DIGNAN ): so this really just began as a “i wanna get in on this waters family drama” business LMAO. and i love sarah’s misty so i wanted to see how it would go if she had a little brother. it also made a bit of a change because most of my characters are like the ‘older’ siblings or friends and i wanted more young people so i thought of dignan!! i also wanted a character that would be more pro-authority than other characters i’ve had before (dig’s always going to think highly of the auradon royalty bc he understands them and knows they don’t rly have much choice sometimes and that they try their best). and i chose joe keery (aka steve harrington, love of my life) as an fc bc i JUST FINISHED WATCHING STRANGER THINGS and charlie heaton was darcy, and natalia dyer was being used too and i was like hEYYY FC CONNECTIONS.
FUN FACT: dignan’s two defining things right now (baseball and being gay) weren’t even in the cards at the start, he was literally supposed to be more john watson, i’m-gonna-be-a-serious-doctor and like be fun but a guy who loved to study. but now he’s sporty and he’s figuring out this new part of himself and he’s literally my actual favourite character right now i love dig so much. also i needed a character that would 100% share my love for the 80s (hershey loves 80s music but only sings to annoy ppl so its not the sAME). and now dig has the hair and the fashion sense and he loves 80s music too man.
( HELEN ): the idea for helen really began with like this ‘bodyguard’ idea. i wanted a character that was like 100% protective. they were going to be this warrior, trained-as-a-child kind of person, and they were gonna be connected to royalty. i first tried this with kirsa but that didn’t work out, and then i tried it with dignan but he was too soft and easily persuaded tbh he can never be mad at his royals. and then i thought of tangled (and the mess the hoods and the greenes were in at the time LMAO).
helen was first gonna be max’s child (for the full guard effect) but then i saw a space opening for rapunzel and eugene’s child and !! and then she became princess warrior, who wanted to protect her people rather than rule them and LIKE WHO DOES THAT REMIND ME OF??? PRINCESS LEIA ORGANA THAT’S WHO so seriously fun fact, a lot of the inspriation for helen is leia. and i chose the name ‘helen’ because of helen of sparta, a beautiful woman who started the longest war, and together with the fact that helen is very much a fighter of wars rather than the starter (and she has low self-esteem rip) its so fun i love helen, my sword princess child
( PENELOPE ): so i have an asshole auradonian, and mak is like simmering down, i knew i wanted an asshole isle person. and mak/blythe have such an awesome friendship and i loved blythe’s character and all the people in the cinderella family and world and i knew i wanted to get some of that action ;)))) so i rewatched the 2015 movie (I LOVE CATE BLANCHETT SO MUCH) and then i rewatched ‘ever after’ which is this 90s cinderella movie with drew barrymore. after watching ever after, i knew exactly how i wanted this daughter of drizella to be like. she’s going to be the worst parts of mak and kirsa (they’re bitches but like nice ones) and just be this snooty sugar baby gold-digger. she knows exactly what she wants, she knows she’s going to get it. she’s part daisy buchanan, jordan baker, very much this hedonistic character who understands life as being good if you have money and status. such an old idea but it’s what she learned from her fAMILY.
a lot of penelope’s character came from me wanting to explore what i’d found with otto, the unapologetic asshole, but now she had reasons to be. otto’s rich and gets ltierally everything he wants so he sucks even more because he’s still mean-spirited – but now we have penny, who grew up with nothing but wanted everything, and her grandmother and mother put all their hopes and dreams on her, told her not to associate with her nicer aunt and cousin and even her little sister – and she’s an asshole. literally guys penelope is going to change and become better i just dunno how yet but shE WILL
13. what’s a weird headcanon you have for each of your muses?
THIS ASK GOT WAY TOO LONG ALREADY, BUT I GOT THIS NUMBER IN ANOTHER QUESTION SO I’LL ANSWER IT THEEEEERE
#the whole 'why were you drawn to ur characters' thing#eventually became like 'A History of Ally'#jehbvkwhebvkrhje#I JUST HAVE A LOT OF FEELINGS#christ it got so long#i can literally write essays about my kids#ooc;#missingapulse#m
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y’all know the drill (also y’all need to stop being so nice about settle or i’m gonna cry)
i wonder how long oikawa stared at you and satori when he caught you two sleeping. im sure he was urtterly enamored with the sight 😭😭
👀i like to think of that as the turning point, the moment he decides he’s going to take what he wants
“cradled tenderly as a steady heartbeat drowns out all else and your vision starts to darken” you’re so talented, this line is everything
i love you.
oh my GOD Settle! is officially my favorite fic ever. i’ve read it multiple times by now, i can’t get enough of it 🤧 may i ask some questions? when did oikawa start to fall for the reader/devise a plan to get her pregnant and his forever? also, im assuming Oiks forces you to live with him and his son after everything goes down. Does he take months off work to stay with you at home to take care of you while you’re pregnant? How will he make sure you don’t try to do anything stupid? 🤭 anyways, BRILLIANT work as always ❤️
it’s kind of a slow burn thing. he never hired her with the intention of breeding her - it was just so that he could have somebody watch hatori while he was busy. but he sees how good she is with him, how naturally she seem to fit into their little life - it’s the little things, the way hatori clings to her, how sweet she is when he comes home. she plays the role of mother/wife so perfectly, is it his fault that he starts imagining how it would feel to make that a reality?
and if she fell pregnant during the off season he’d absolutely spend every second hovering over her, but he can’t afford to take the time off if it’s during the volleyball season - he’ll just have to fiddle with his home security system. it’s top of the line, the very best at keeping people out, it shouldn’t be too hard to alter it so that nobody gets in or out. and thank you!!
RHI THAT WAS SO GOOD OML THSNK YOU SO MUCH FOR FEEDING US 🤰🏻🤰🏻💛
ahh thank you, bby!
Settle was sooo good! i can’t verbalize how fantastic it is. When Hatori grows up, will Oikawa convince him that you’re his real mom? next, I’m guessing darling will hate Oikawa for forcing her to become his wife and bear his kids, but how does she feel about your kid (or kids in the future)? will she love them and pretend like youre a normal family? or will she try to run away post birth?
i actually think that oikawa would be honest with hatori (at least about who his birth mother is) you’re his mum, the one who raised him, who loves him, the only one who really matters, but if he asked oikawa would tell him about the fling, about how he was abandoned, how she didn’t want anything to do with him.
as far as the reader’s feelings regarding hatori and her own future kids go, it’s hard to say. i don’t think she’d ever outright hate or resent them, even if she never wanted them, but they are what ties her to oikawa, so it’s complicated. i don’t think she’d ever be able to hold it against them, and with oikawa manipulating and isolating her, they’re all she has. they’re family, after all
ugh rhi that was delicious. i have some maybe thought provoking questions 😋 what would oikawa do if Hatori’s morher showed back up in the scene? also, does Oikawa genuinely love the reader? or is he doing this for the sake of Hatori to have a mother? as always, thanks for the food bby!
oikawa has absolutely no feelings (at least not positive ones) towards hatori’s birth mother. if she ever showed up wanting to be involved in his life, oikawa’d kick her to the curb. she had her chance, she gave him up and walked away, he won’t let her stroll back into the picture and fuck with the picture perfect family he has. and yes, oikawa genuinely loves the reader - not in a healthy way, but it’s selfishness that drives him to take her
shsisbsish head empty. only oikawa forcing me to bear his kids and become his pretty little housewife
the dream tbh
i’d like to personally thank and say i love you to 🐦 anon for sending in that genius prompt, and thank you miss rhi for so elegnatly executing it 🥰
birdie is a gift and deserves all the praise
hello!! that recent fic was AMAZING! did the reader not suspect anything when oikawa set a picture of her and his son sleeping as his wallpaper? im sure he was already picturing a family with her by then
she definitely took it to be more of a teasing thing than anything else - caught in a compromising - albeit kinda cute - position by her employer. of course he’d want to embarrass her by making the pic his lock screen. if anything, she likely thought that he’d delete it later, or crop it so that it was just hatori. and thank you, bby!!
oh lord imagine how the pregnancy would be? oikawa as your overly doting and protective soon-to-be-husband and having to still care for his son WHILE dealing with your stomach expanding to accommodate his child and breasts filling with milk? please thats all i want 🤡
oikawa’d be sure to take care of his pretty, pregnant girl - whether she wants him to or not 👀
Settle was amazing!!! I love the way you write oikawa so much!!!
thank you so much, sweetheart!!
idk how to explain it but for me, your writing has a really good balance of dialogue, action, and introspection into the characters' thoughts. it makes it flow really well/ compelling to read!
hhhhh are you trying to make me cry, bby??
#ask#BD answers#fic q's#tw breeding kink#tw pregnancy#hhhh i love y'all#thank you for all the sweet comments!!
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ugh i’m just in the mood right now. i just don’t know like what am i even doing cause how am i lonely like that’s so fucjing lame that’s such a lame problem to have that’s so trash that’s absolutely terrible i hate it so much what the hell im just not into the concept at all i don’t wanna face it cayse when you think about it what friends do i really have lmao??????????? this is my fault for sure like i can’t even blame anyone else for fhis i’ve been purposefully not putting in effort and putting it off as a oh im taking time for myseld so it’s self care,,, thats a lie self care would be doing things id actually feel good at the end about. i’m just alone huh like when i think about it’s not bad i’m not mad at it i don’t hate it cause i have the things that bring me joy and i have the things i don’t thats life for everyone but then being seen as lonely rhats fucked up i hate that so much like someone’s gonna pity me,, ME??? i have a perfect life haha why would anyone think about me and not be jealous why would they think of me and feel bad for me why would they think oh poor girl let me try harder as some charity like this is my absolute worst nightmare and the fact that i’m triggered so easily too especially by her but i don’t know what it is about her like is it that she’s extremely aggressive when talking to me or is it that she reminds me of who i really am i can’t hide behind a screen in front of her she knows i got no friends and i don’t think she’s exactly subtle about bringing it up again and again like i get it a joke is a joke but i am sensitive i’ll admit i get my feelings hurt so quickly and there goes my entire day you know like i haven’t done anything and i don’t know if i will and i don’t feel fulfilled at all and i’m lacking im not spiritual i’m not good at anything i’m literally just here i’m not even contributing i’m legit just here and i can’t lie about that this isn’t enough ofcourse it isn’t cause is anyone even happier seeing me anyone even think of me in a fond way am i even someone’s go to cayse i don’t think so no ones my fucjing go to anymore i hate it so much i’m just a lonely loser who sits in her room and eats and takes and hoards and is awkward and has nothing to show for herself no social skills no attractive attributes nothing about me is someone i’d willingly talk to cause fr there’s absolutely nothing of substance i ever have to say ,,, the last time i had a real conversation God i can’t even remember cayse what the fuck who am i even honest to? who’s gonna sit there and listen to me? is fhis why people want a boyfriend is rhis why girlfriends are important? as if anyone would ever try to even have a conversation with me cause who the fuck am i even what do i have to say? all i do is distract distract distract like from what? what even is inside me? nothing right? i’m not a real person i have no personality i’m just a parroted version of other people i’ve seen i legit have no respect no attributes about me that anyone would ever want to have so then i jisy change my appearance and bet everything on that so that i can be interesting there’s absolutely nothing of substance in me i hate it i hate it here it hate it i don’t hate me there is no me i jisy fuckijg hate it i don’t know how to be a person i feel like i’m just fundamentally missing a part of a person that lets them have a spine and make decisions or do things that they like or express any kind of emotion cause havent i just been fake as hell to everyone and fuck they all think i’m an attention strived baby who can be quelled with some affirmations right? like no one will ever ask about me right? it’s not like i’m asking either am i ,, so it is my fault right? i look and am pathetic to anyone who knows me and they all look down on me i fucking hate it i imagine it’ll be better if i meet someone who understands but clearly it’s been 19 years no one fucking does
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once again, i’m terrible at answering things :)
First off, your newest Kuroo story WRECKED ME. OMMMMMG LIKE IT'S SOOO FUCKING GOOD. You are one of the most incredible writers ever, like professional style writing. These should be books and you should get paid for it, honestly. Your skill is totally unmatched, my friend. I just adore everything you write. I had two questions thou about the story, just because I am totally obsessed by it- so has Kuroo been obsessed with her since he saw her, I'm like curious how his obsession started
like is it because she's young and he's interested? Cuz I totally got the vibes at the party that he was showing her off like she was his girlfriend and he seems like he has been wanting her for awhile. I was just curious about how it started cuz god I'm a simp for yandere kuroo- boss man Kuroo would make me weakkkkk. My second question is so is he like obsessively in love with her or is it like just a this hot piece of ass is mine to fuck kinda thing? Like does he want a relationship?
anyways, I love you and I love your writing. Everything you write is legit perfection! Thank you for all your beautiful stories you share with us! - Kai
first of all, whomst gave you the right to be so damn sweet???!?! dsgsjkl thank you, bby!
so, like with all my fics i kind of have a ‘read into it how you want’ thing going for it. whether or not kuroo actually has ‘romantic’ (i use that word loosely) feelings for the reader or whether he just enjoys fucking her because he’s in a position of power and she’s easily manipulated is left a little up to your interpretation and how you’d prefer to imagine it. however, having said that there are little hints throughout the fic that imply that there’s a little more depth to kuroo’s feelings. you’re not wrong with the whole ‘showing her off’ vibe at the party, and there’s mentions of confessions that kuroo gives while he’s fucking the reader - also the title of the fic, invidia, means envy in latin. so take that how you will 🤷♀️
and as far as how it all began, i like to think that it was kind of a slow build. again it’s implied that kuroo has met the reader (however briefly) a few times before - at games as nekoma’s manager, when she initially was introduced as his girlfriend and she has stayed over at their place in the past. it wasn’t so much a singular moment, but kuroo’s definitely been paying more attention to her than she realises.
WHAT WHAT WHAT???? RHI UHMMM WAS KUROO IN LOVE WITH THE READER???? 👀👀👀👀 HOLY SHIT. I'm honestly mind blown rn like I have a lot of questions like did Shin know? Was he also into it? Omg the idea of Father and Son sharing reader...
(also I def did not hope that Bokuto was also there cuz that would have be fun....oppsss)🙊
hehehe
no, shin didn’t know but oh can you imagine the betrayal if he did? if he willingly set up the reader to be fucked by his dad 👀god damn
adsfgdhjfkfl there was a moment i genuinely considered having something more happen at the christmas party where bo would stumble across and one thing would lead to another.... but i decided not to go that route. this one needed to be solo kuroo haha
Rhi, what can I say, amazing as always!
ahhh thank you sm, bby!
Hi i absolutely love the kuroo fic at first no one would actually notice he was into and then story actually rises nicely however i would like to ask like what happens later im sorry im a little burnt out from my mountains of assignments that i cant think of a possible aftermath since the story had an open ending but yeah what happens later after the whole scene does y/n stay there for the 7 days and get r*ped again or she goes home early and like what happens to kuroo and shinsuke im sorry for annoying you with questions its fully up to you whether u would like to answer or not :-)
aw, thank you! I hope your assignments and stuff are all done? And pls bby, you’re not annoying me at all 💕💕💕
Honestly again, it’s kind of left up to what you like to think would happen, but personally I think that the reader stays, because there’s no easy way to get out of that situation without raising suspicion - which means that she then has to spend the next week trying unwittingly playing cat and mouse with Kuroo who’s gonna use every damn opportunity he has to push your boundaries 👀
Duuuuude invidia fucked me up! Like fuck, lol! The build up was so spectacular! It makes me wonder two things: how did kuroo’s obsession start, and what would shin have done if he caught them (and why do I feel like he’d join in... I guess it runs in the family lol).
I loved it sooooo much and im also so creeped out lol. Can’t trust other people’s dads. Everything about it was perfect!
glad you liked it, bby!!
shin’s a good boy and he genuinely loves the reader, but i think if he did stumble across the two of them he’d just shut down and walk away. it’d be the biggest betrayal in his eyes - it wouldn’t matter if you were drunk or he was, who came onto who - the two most important people in his life going behind his back would just break him :( and i think he probably wouldn’t give either of them a chance to explain
but if we’re talking degenerate shin... 👀👉👈
imagine if invidia! reader gets pregnant and Shin thinks it’s his, but its actually his dad’s 🤭
oooh kuroo would be such a smug little shit - he’d get extra touchy feely with the reader, drop ‘casual’ hints, basically doing everything outside of straight up admitting it to him, just to see how far he can push until shin starts to doubt whether he’s actually the father - when it’s just the two of you though... i think he’d be a little softer - but equally as possessive - you’re his, and so’s the kid growing inside of you
Kuroo: son do you know what a cuck is? Shinnosuke: no? Kuroo: wOULD YOU LIKE TO FIND OUT - @south-korea-cakes
dagshjskl i snorted when i read this but you’re not wrong lmao
hi rhi! i have a question about Lion’s Den! did oikawa purposely set the reader up to witness his true nature? or was it chance that she saw him kill?
no - i think he’d rather have kept you in the dark a little longer and tried to let things develop ‘organically’ but he’s not upset that you did find out the truth - gives him an excuse to move things along and take what he wants 👀
hey rhi:) soo my boyfriend of two years just broke up with me and so far a major comfort has just been rereading your stories. something about feeling desired, ya know? anyway, thanks for making me feel a little better <3 - @theofficialhufflepuff
aw i’m sorry to hear that :( i’m glad my fics can help make you feel a lil better - sending love bby! 💕
omg i adore everything in the soulmate series hello !! would any of the soulmate pairings ever end up feeling lowkey competitive w/ the other?? like all of them seem to mutually respect the other but would there ever come a point where smth pushes them into trying to outdo ur other soulmate when it comes to ur affection?
also have i mentioned how much i love ur writing bc i love ur writing
hmmm, not so much with oikawa & iwa or ushijima and tendou because i think they have pretty rock solid relationships with each other prior to the reader coming along - if they did it would only be minor stuff
the twins on the other hand - good fucking luck with them because they’ll turn everything into a competition. the moment one twin thinks you’re favouring the other too much expect to get dragged across the room and forced to spend ‘quality time’ with the other. it’s all very petty and exhausting and there is no possible chance for you to win. but thank you sweetheart!!
tonight im thinking about The Final Girl! boys forcing you to share a bed with them for the first time. With Kuroo’s face buried in the crook of your neck, one big hand palming your breast for good measure, Bo holding onto your waist, and Kaashi’s legs tangled with yours. its suffocating, really😪😓
asdgdhjdkdl suffocating? yes. now where do i sign up?? 🥺
you are so talented in writing it's crazy!! just the way you articulate things is ugh *chef's kiss*. i hope you are doing well and not receiving hate 🥺 ily pls
ahhh thank you so much, messages like these always make me so happy! ily bby! 💕
more karasuno first years soon? 👀
who’s to say?? i don’t have any full fics planned but maybe some concepts and thirsts??
if you make a yandere msby fic i’ll literally lose it i love your writing
👀i am considering it
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y’all are killing me, but like in the best possible way 😭
rhi,,, i have been FED. i am so GRATEFUL for the MEAL. 😤 it never ceases to amaze me how talented you are 😭💞 seijoh supremecy reigns!!! and let me tell you,,, makki... just.... ✨makki “stronger than he looks, makki”✨ i frothed,,, we love our underappreciated strawberry on this blog!!!
all i want is for makki to pin me down and fuck me until i’m sobbing. and timeskip makki?? i love him so much 🥺
and thank you, bby!!
Rhi. First of all holy shit??? I had to take a deep breath because holy fuck that was just 🥵🥵🥵. I rarely read Mattsun or Makki fics but ugh, I really looked forward to this and holy hell you did not disappoint! Damn. Because you mentioned that this was supposed to be another Seijoh 4 fic, I'd like to consider this as an alternate version of your Manager au and ugh the biggest question! Who did Makki send the pics to? Oikawa and Iwa to tell them what they're missing out? Or to the mystery boyfriend because they finally staked their claim on reader-chan?
Hmmm seeing that the Jackals are the ones in Osaka, I feel like it's any of the four? Omg what if it was Hinata???? But I'll probably feel sad if it was Meian cuz I love him 😭😭😭
sdfghjjhgfhjkl thank you!!!!! i was like ‘okay, you’re not gonna make this about all four of them’ and then my brain ignored all of that entirely and decided just to sprinkle in some hints. i like to think that a lot of things that probably crossed a line happened back in their last year at highschool between all five of them that the reader either rationalises or brushed off, so it is kind of intended as an alternate manager au i guess.
and yeah, makki sent the pics to both iwa, oikawa and your (soon to be ex) boyfriend :)
Hot damn! Baby it’s cold outside is phenomenal!!! I loved the buildup. Am I wrong to assume that iwa and oikawa had some idea of what was going to happen?
oh no, they absolutely knew 👀 and thank you!!
wait omg did makki send those pics to himself or to your boyfriend (perhaps iwa and oikawa?) but wow amazing work as always!! 💕
one set to your boyfriend, another to their captain 😌
Sooo, Oikawa and Iwa were in on it, but why didn't they want to take part?
it’s not so much that they didn’t want to, more that they didn’t want to overwhelm you all once - but dw, they haven’t gone far 👀
The funny thing about timezones is that I often read your fics a few minutes after I wake up at 5am and lol, I end up thinking about them the whole day. They're basically my breakfast at this point lol
timezones are a bitch and i would fight them bare fisted if i could. no but that’s probably the best way to read them, still half asleep 😂 thank you tho!! i’m glad you like them so much!
i love ur soulmate aus 😭 sometimes i wish i could read outrunning fate for the first time again
this is so sweet, thank you, bby!!
out of all your oikawa’s, which one is your fave 😌
but i love them all so much?? unpopular opinion i think, but maybe home! oikawa
kuroo calling you “kitten/sweetheart” and oikawa calling you “his pretty girl/cutie” makes me 🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋
this makes me so happy because i am an absolute whore for pet-names so they inevitably find their way into my fics - glad i’m not the only one who like them haha
i hesrd soulmate dabihawks and my brain malfunctioned in a good way we can never be sick of soulmate aus
i think i promised to write something for dabi & hawks waaaay back when i started this blog and i still haven’t so maybe now’s the perfect time 👀
ahhhhh im literally gonna go beserk when u open comms i got a whole note in my notes app titled 'bbydoll comms' n like its just a list of comm ideas im so fucking excited
wait, really?? omfg you’re gonna make me melt!!
you're my favourite writer!! each one of your fics is always so well written and interesting and i just--- omg. i have reread practically all your work i literally always go back to it <3
thank you so much, you’re so nice i hope you’re having a good day, bby!
saw dark content slander “ur sick bastards, get help” I AM BEYOND FUCKING PISSEd who the hell are y’all to tell us what to do and what to like. wtf. i’ve been seeing so much shit and it’s like “ok, and??” mind ur own fucking business, block. no one needs to hear ur opinion about it lmao. they be acting like they’re content makes them a better person. what u condone irl and what u condone in fiction is very very different. anyways thanks for listening to my rant, i’m sure u get a lot of shit from random people about dc haha
it’s frustrating, but at the end of the day it’s better just to ignore it and keep enjoying the content you want to - that’s not hurting anybody. you’re never going to change their minds and they’re not interested in that - so long as the content is appropriately tagged it shouldn’t be an issue, but i get where the frustration comes into play
and honestly compared to a lot of dark content writers i think i get off pretty lightly with hate, thank god
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