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cookinguptales · 1 year

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wwdits tarot: the star

Time now for one of the most positive, sweet cards in the entire deck, which makes it a difficult one for the WWDITS-verse. :’)

It’s XVII. The Star!

The tarot deck is often conceptualized as a journey starting out as someone naive and inexperienced (The Fool) and finding completion at The World. So some of the cards have a vibe of progression to them.

The Star is definitely one of those cards. A lot of negative and/or difficult cards have been coming lately (Hanged Man, Death, Devil, Tower) and The Star very much gives you the vibe that you have finally come out on the other side. It’s a card of faith and hope and optimism, and it feels like a sigh of relief.

The Star is a card that generally indicates that you have gone through something terrible, but you have survived it. You are now feeling renewed and hopeful. It’s a card of inspiration and spirituality, and it really encourages you to follow your dreams now that you’re in a really good place.

It’s just… sweet, y’know?

Admittedly, sweetness is in kind of short supply in WWDITS. Most characters, when they are being kind, are only doing it reluctantly or with ulterior motives. Even Guillermo tends to have selfish reasoning more often than not, and his optimism is always tinged with desperation.

When I think about a character who just seems sweet and optimistic with their new lease on life… I gotta give it to Marwa, y’know? Like this card implies, she is always looking up at the sky in hope and wonder.

(RIP, pour one out for a real one, taken from us too soon, etc.)

Marwa, I think, has gone through two of the worst experiences a person can go through in this series: true death and being married to Nandor the Relentless. (I am only partially kidding.) But as bitter as she could be about her circumstances, Marwa actually seems to view her position with a lot of optimism. She’s happy to be alive again, and she’s excited to be in the modern world. She has faith, to some degree, that this relationship will work out with her husband, and she wants to return to her love of astronomy.

She certainly starts to doubt her relationship with Nandor more and more as the series progresses (and rightfully so) but even when she was truly considering calling the wedding off, she seemed to be approaching things intelligently and without sorrow.

(You have to do a lot of supposition with Marwa; we so rarely got to hear her true thoughts.)

It can be a little difficult to separate Marwa’s true passions from those that Nandor imposed upon her, but we do have some hints here and there. We know that she was very close with her parents, who allowed her to become a fairly distinguished scholar. We know that she was passionate about astronomy and the stars above.

So let’s focus on that.

I feel like astronomy is one of those intrinsically hopeful sciences. You have to look up at the sky above and see all of the magic in it, then you have to think — I want to know more about that. You have to want to reach up high and brush your fingers against ideas that humanity has only begun to consider.

Like — while Nandor was imagining a turtle, Marwa was considering the stars.

So I feel like it’s only proper that she get such a sweet, hopeful card and be put right up there with the celestial bodies she studied. It suits her bright personality, before it was dimmed, and her propensity to look upwards rather than down.

Now. Onto some imagery.

The RSW version of The Star portrays a nude woman beneath a sky full of stars. She is pouring water from both hands, one into a pool and one into the earth, nourishing it. She has one foot in the water and one on solid ground, symbolizing both her spiritual nature and her grounded one.

For Marwa, I think she can keep her clothes on. The nudity traditionally symbolizes purity, but I think she’s plenty pure all on her own.

In my version of The Star, Marwa still has two cups and stands in two worlds, but those worlds are that of humans and vampires. For her, both are the realm of the undead.

I think, then, that she should be pouring blood back into its own pool — but the other jug should be emptying upward. Not down toward the earth but up toward the sky. And it shouldn’t be blood, but fire going up into the atmosphere to become stars above her.

For all her sweetness, Marwa has a unique fire to her. She doesn’t give up when other wives do, and she always makes the best of her shitty situations. So I think instead of nourishing water, that’s what suits her best. Blood and fire.

Man. She deserved so much better.

wwdits tarot masterpost

#wwdits #wwdits meta #wwdits tarot #here’s hoping the formatting is okay I’m on mobile #late again but I was out at a museum learning about hell

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promptsforyourwhumpfic · 6 months

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Whump Prompt #1326

TW: SELF HARM

Anon asked:

Hi! Could you do a scenario of a stoic whumpee x caretaker where the caretaker sees their SH scars and whumpee is shocked that anyone would care, and tears up when the caretaker touches the scars gently (w permission from the whumpee)

Sure thing: “How long?” It was a question that flawed the whumpee. How long? How long were the scars? (Ranging from an 1-3 inches) How long ago did they last do it? (Three months) How long have they been doing it for? (Since they were X years old) How long have they been hiding it for? (Only up until recently, when the scars were harder to hide. Oh, and every summer since they started) How long do they take to heal? (Two weeks or more, depending on depth.) It was a loaded question that asked everything but nothing at all, but what completely threw the whumpee was the caretakers tentativeness. They were expecting to be met with anger and outrage, but instead they were met with comfort and concern. It was jarring, but welcome, especially when the caretaker pulled up the item of clothing to gauge severity as opposed to shaming them. The whumpee didn’t even realise how their hands shook until the caretaker clasped them in their hands, and looked them straight in the eye. “When was the last time?” “[X amount of time]” “That’s good, that’s very good, I’m proud of you.” Tears pricked at the whumpees eyes. “Do you feel like you need to do it again?” The whumpee shook their head. “will you show me where you keep your blades?” The whumpee hesitated, but nodded. “Thank you. I trust you, okay? And I’m proud of you. I’ll help you wherever I can, alright? We’ll do this together.”

#Once again I hope the formatting is okay. I’m Using the mobile browser lol #Sh tw #whump #writing #prompts #ideas #angst #worry #injury reveal #Scar reveal #This one hit a little close but here we are #Hope these help #Comfort #Self harm tw #Blades tw #Self harm scars tw

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druidrot · 5 months

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so i was looking at the other parts of the ways to show emotion prompt list and part 3 has some great lists so i was hoping you could do “opening mouth slightly” pupils dilating” and “licking lips” with Gale from the how to show desire prompts 👀👀 no worries if not, congrats on the new blog!

thanks so much! and thanks for being my first requester! i’m happy to oblige. now i’m posting on mobile so i apologize if the formatting is wonky. with that being said, enjoy!

just a short little drabble, unsure of word count

pairing: gale dekarios x reader

rating: mature - more suggestive than anything else;)

he’s allowed to have fun at the tiefling party okay?? just let me have this. i get it’s canon divergent just shut up and let me be horny

It was here Gale felt his resolve crumble.

He prides himself on his self-control. In fact, he thinks he’s been a saint since he joined your adventuring party, since this painfully slow dance started between you both.

But he feels his patience waring thin. The tiefling party at the camp has no doubt been a success. He waited patiently as you did your rounds accepting their gifts and thanks so very graciously. He bid his time as you danced and sung and drank with everybody else, working your sweet charm on them.

He knows better, though. He thinks you are a different person under the cover of moonlight, here where you stare up at him with half-lidded, glassy eyes, lips pulled up in the sweetest little smile. You still hold your chalice of wine but your free hand has taken to his, twirling your fingers around his long, narrow digits. He feels his mouth drop open as you take a step closer, your pupils dilating until the beautiful color of your iris is all but hidden.

Around you, the little celebration rages on. In the distance, you can hear Karlach whooping over some drinking game the rowdier of the bunch had taken to playing. Just down the camp from you, Alfira sings a lovely ballad of lover’s lost, Lakrissa bobbing her head from a few paces down.

Gale should be excited about the festivities, elated with the things your party accomplished, ready to drink his troubles away for the night. Instead, he finds himself totally enamored with you., eyes locked on your every movement. He doesn’t know when you became so intoxicating to him, but in this moment, he finds he can’t complain.

“You look like the tressym got your tongue,” you whisper, sidling even closer. “My my, have you been brooding here because I’ve not paid you any attention? Or is saving poor helpless refugees not really your speed?”

You bump your nose against his as your tongue wets your lips. His eyes are immediately drawn to the action and he has to physically fight the urge to rush forward and kiss you. Instead, he grins roguishly at you.

“Quite the rotten little minx, you are,” he teases. taking a step back to cool his body. “Go enjoy yourself, darling. Besides, I’m sure there’s quite the line to get a dance with you tonight. You’ll have plenty of time to harass me later.”

“What if I want to harass you right now? What if I want to spend all night harassing you?”

Gale feels like he’s on fire. Before either of you can really process, he pulls you into a slow, heady kiss.

“You will be the death of me,” he pants between desperate kisses. “You will be the death of us all.”

He is quick to escalate, despite his warning and his lips grow frenetic as he chases your tongue with his, pushing into your mouth with a sense of urgency you didn’t think him capable of. He pulls your body close, impossibly so, and you can do nothing but moan as he continues to kiss you.

“The orb,” Gale tries, whimpering between consuming kisses.

“Don’t blow up on me,” is your only retort, happily losing yourself to the weight of his kiss.

#baldur's gate 3 #gale dekarios x reader #gale x reader #gale dekarios #gale dekarios fanfiction #reader insert #bg3 x reader #gale fanfic #ask #rotwrites

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chuubacca-writes · 8 months

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Hi there! Could I request a smut of Barbatos smut? Oh with male reader. Possessive Barbatos tailfucking his lover?

A/N - sorry it took so long! I just moved and also depression is a bitch. anyway, I did my best here. I've never written for a male reader before but it's such a hard thing to find that I decided to give it a go. The formatting is kinda rough because I wrote this on mobile but i hope I did okay!

Pairing - Barbatos x Male!reader

Summary - Barbatos sees a hickey on your neck and is overcome with the need to claim you as his.

Warnings - SMUT, minors dni, amab reader, male appendages, anal sex, tail play (wtf do you even call that?) handjobs, hickeys, choking (kinda, barb puts his fingers in your mouth), name-calling (reader gets called slut once), lmk if I missed any

Word Count - 1722

Barbatos was restless. It wasn’t a familiar feeling for the demon. he was used to being calm, put together, and stoic. But he couldn’t keep his mind focused on his duties. He nearly spilled Prince Diavlo’s tea. Barbatos never fumbled with tea. It was all because of you. You had come by to have tea with him and the demon prince like you did every once and a while. He always liked it when you came over, it gave him an excuse to sneak sly glances at you when you weren’t looking.

That's what brings us to today. The tea kettle had almost slipped from the demon's gloved fingers and crashed into the young prince’s cup when Barbatos’ sharp eyes caught on the way the collar of your shirt just barely concealed a dark purple bruise at the junction of your shoulder.

A bruise that looked suspiciously like a hickey.

“Are you alright, Barbatos?” Diavlo asked. the prince’s brows furrowed at the uncharacteristic clumsiness of his loyal butler.

Barbatos recovered quickly, his composure sliding easily back into place. “Of course, no need to worry about me,” he reassured with a tight smile. But his mind was racing. Who could have put their hands on you? Which demon took what was his? It sickened him to think about anyone other than him touching you, kissing you, tasting you.

He had to excuse himself from tea that day, unable to look at you without his gaze immediately zoning in on the hickey.

The next time you arrive for tea, Diavlo is nowhere to be found, it's only Barbatos smiling politely and inviting you inside. Even you can tell there’s something different in his smile, but you happily join him for tea anyway.

You watch as Barbatos gestures to the table with an unusually tense smile. you hear the soft click of the lock and turn to see his long, gloved fingers on the doorknob.

“Barbatos what–” you start, confused.

He’s towering over you in a split second, eyes glowing with a possessiveness you’ve never seen before.

His hand hovering over the crook of your neck, the soft fabric of his gloves ghosting over your skin.

You’re breaths come out shallow, eyes blown wide as you stare at the man in front of you.

“What are–”

“Undress.”

Again your words are cut short by his rough voice. the command sending electricity straight between your legs.

Barbatos noticed the growing tent in your pants and his lips curled into a smug smirk. He shook his head, still smiling wickedly. “I’m waiting…”

You have no idea what came over you, but you stood and feverishly scrambled to tear your clothes off.

Barbatos chuckled. his sharp eyes catching on every little detail of your body when you finally stood naked before him. His smirk fell when his gaze landed on that bruise on your neck. He stepped closer. his boots made heavy, dominant thuds as he stalked ever closer to your already trembling body. His hand comes up to cup your cheek and you melt into the feeling, your head pressing into his touch. He would have thought it cute, and endearing if he wasn’t so irritated. Do you give away your affection so easily? Let demons leave hickeys upon your tender, human flesh without a thought? That luxury should belong to him and him alone.

His thumb brushes along your bottom lip and you assume he’s going to pull you into a kiss until he pushes his gloved finger between your teeth. You look up at him, eyes wide and innocent. “Take them off,” Barbatos growls and it takes you a moment to realize he means his gloves. Your teeth bite down on the tip of the glove, careful not to graze his finger. You tug, and he replaces his thumb with his index finger. You repeat the process until his glove falls from your mouth and his bare hand is again grasping the side of your face.

“Good boy.” He purrs before his hand moves to wrap around your throat and pull you close. close enough for his lips to meet yours in a rough kiss. The sound that comes out of you is undignified, but your eyes flutter closed when his forked tongue pushes its way into your mouth. Your hands instinctively move to tangle in his hair, but something wraps around your wrists and pulls them behind your back. You open your eyes to see that he has shifted into his demon form, his tail binding your wrists. Barbatos pulls away, his eyes practically glowing at the sight of you. lips red and kiss-swollen, panting, hair disheveled, completely bare in front of him.

“You look pathetic.” Barbatos observes, but his tone is amused, especially when you whine and pout and say “‘s your fault…”

He hums in acknowledgment, his hands moving to grip your hips and drag you into a sitting position– on his lap.

A whine escapes your throat when your erection rubs against his knee. precum smearing on his dark slacks.

“Look at you… making a mess.” he mused, his hand tangling in your hair and tugging your head back, exposing your neck. Now he gets to leave some of his own hickeys. His tongue dances along the column of your throat, teeth nipping and biting to wrench whimpers from your pretty lips. “Barbatos… please,” you beg. your neglected dick is throbbing for some sort of friction, hips bucking into the air of their own accord.

The demon simply chuckles at your predicament, tail still stubbornly wrapped around your wrists so you can’t take matters into your own hands. “You think you deserve to be touched? After all the teasing you put me through.”

Before you can ask “What teasing?” he’s flicking open a bottle in his free hand. You have no idea where or when he got lube, but you could care less about the logistics.

“But I need to see your face when I finally wreck you, so I’ll give in for now.”

He uncoils his tail from your wrists and shifts his legs so that you’re straddling him. He allows you to anchor yourself by holding onto his shoulders.

“Be a good boy and keep them there,” he orders. You nod. Something cold and wet presses against your ass, making you gasp and jolt into him, surprised. He lets out an amused sound, setting down the bottle of lube and letting his hand settle on your hip. You could see both of his hands, so what was–

You bite back a lewd groan when the tip of his tail pushes past the tight rim of your ass. Barbatos’s hand moves to wrap around your throat again, clicking his tongue.

“I want to hear all the noises you make, don’t you dare hold them back.”

His tail pushes deeper, brushing against your prostate. Your toes curl and you yelp, your face burying into Barbatos’s shoulder. Curses slip from your lips as Barbatos starts thrusting his tail in and out, setting a brutal pace that makes you arch and curl into him.

You uttered his name like a prayer, ironic, seeing as he’s a demon, but it sounded so sweet on your tongue. Barbatos grunted when your hand slipped from his shoulder, dragging down his chest and landing directly on his crotch, right up against his erection. It had been completely an accident, and when you noticed, you squeaked out an apology that sounded half-hearted with the way your voice tapered off into a whine.

Barbatos licked his lips, eyes alight with pure sin. The way he gripped your throat like you belonged to him. the way his fingers pushed against your tongue in punishment. the way his voice vibrated in his chest as he ordered you to “suck.”

You obeyed, of course. Lips closing around his digits and eyes rolling back when his tail rubbed against that sensitive spot inside you. His free hand wrapped around the base of your aching cock. at the same time, his fingers push deeper into your throat. You gag, tears pricking your eyes as a choked cry barely makes it out of your mouth.

“Getting close?” Barbatos asks, his sadistic grin and lust-blown eyes boring into you. You nod frantically, tears slipping past your waterline.

“Do you think a slut like you deserves to cum?” he growls, his hand squeezes your cock, pumping fast. You were going to cum if he kept at it. You tried to warn him by digging your nails into his shoulders, but he only sped up. His tail thrusting and his fist pumping. You let go with a strangled sob of his name, your hips bucking into his hand as you painted his shirt white.

Surprisingly gentle, Barbatos removed his fingers from your mouth. He slowly pulled his tail out of your abused hole, tenderly setting you down on a chair. Your brain was still hazy from your orgasm, barely able to keep your head up. You blinked down at Barbatos as the butler cleaned you up. he was already dressed in a fresh shirt and pants, looking as clean and professional as always. as if he hadn’t just fucked your brains out.

“Was I too rough?” he asked softly, helping you pull your pants back on.

You shook your head, looking at him through half-lidded eyes, a lovesick grin on your face. he smiles, his hands softly trailing along your chest. his fingers pause over the bruise on your shoulder. your eyes followed his gaze.

"like my bruise?" you asked, "mammon dropped a book on me when we were cleaning the library." your lips curled up at the memory. Barbatos stared at you for a moment before clearing his throat and handing your shirt back to you. "of course…"

you raised a brow, observing him inquisitively. you put the pieces together, a sly smile spreading across your face. "did you think it was a hickey? is that why you got all possessive of me?" you blushed and pursed your lips, giving him big puppy dog eyes. "of course not!" Barbatos insisted, but there was a light dusting of pink on his cheeks. you tugged on your shirt, standing and wrapping your arms around him, pressing a soft kiss to the demon's lips. "don't worry, Barbatos. I'm all yours…"

#clover's ☘︎ fics #obey me x reader #obey me smut #obey me #obey me barbatos #barbatos x reader #obey me shall we date #om! barbatos

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amberstormblade · 3 months

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Part two of the Viking Piglin AU is here!! If the formatting is off, I apologize! I’m doing this on mobile in my work parking lot. Also, I’m pretending the second level of Grady’s tavern has bedrooms in it because I don’t actually know what’s there so it would make sense.

One last thing! Probably! If you haven’t already, go check out @arckiaym ‘s really cool art that they’ve made based on the concept of this AU! It’s super cool and amazing and I wish to absorb their talent because it’s just that great!

(Hope it’s okay that I tagged you arck, I can probably untag you if you want)

Part One

Legundo had never realized how small Viking was before. He was alway moving around, phasing through things, almost like he was incapable of standing still. But now, as he sat there, shaking in his arms, it was painfully obvious. His jacket hung so loosely off his frame that he was practically drowning in it. The blood that was dripping from his mouth and the pain and confusion painting his eyes didn’t help either.

Speaking of the blood, Joy came over with a damp cloth and started to wipe it away, being extra careful next to the new tusks that were poking from his mouth. They were so short still, it reminded him of the members of his bastion that were fresh from training. While they were technically adults, they were all still so young. Looking at Viking now, he’d fit right in with them. He could see his new tail twitching behind him, as he and Joy now worked together to try and clean his face off. It was obvious that he didn’t have full control over it and that it was bothering him a great deal.

Exhaustion rolled off of Viking in waves. It was clear that the transformation had taken a great deal of energy out of him and that if he wasn’t moved soon, Legundo would become his personal pillow. Viking looked lost in thought in spite of this. He hadn’t spoken much after the initial reveal of his coming back to life, most likely due to the shock of the situation.

“You could set him in my bed for now.” Joy suggested. “Unless you think it would be okay to use the waystones with him. Not quite sure how teleporting would affect the newly revived though.”

Viking jumped at the sudden noise, almost as if he had forgotten that he wasn’t alone. He was quick to cut off any response Legundo had, however. “I’ll be alright. I can just,” He grunts as he shifts to stand, it’s a slightly different noise than what he would have made before and he can’t hold back a flinch. “I can make my way back to my place and then just-” He’s cut off as his legs collapse under him, Joy and Legundo being the only things stopping him from bashing his head on the floor. They gently lower him back down so he can catch his breath.

“Yeah, no offense bud, but I know I’m not letting you out of my sight for a while. Joy probably isn’t either.” She nods in agreement. “You just went through something extremely traumatic to say the least and you’re probably going to need some help. Who knows what’s going to be different now!” Legundo shifted a bit, trying to keep a good grip on Viking. It was a little difficult with the height difference but he and Joy were making it work for now.

“What other differences could there possibly be?” Viking asked, sounding at least slightly in denial of this whole situation. “I mean, I’m fleshy again, sure. That’s going to make it a little more difficult to get in and out of my house but I’ll get by. The tail, also a difference but it’s literally attached to me so I figure I’ll-” As Viking started to ramble, Legs slipped a gold ingot out of his inventory and held it in his face. The younger instantly quieted, all interest now focused on the gold. His pupils dilated until his eyes were practically black and he started making little rumbling sounds. Legundo then put the ingot back in his inventory and Viking seemed to snap back to reality.

“Well you definitely have some new instincts to deal with!” Legundo said with a bit of a chuckle. After a second however, he grimaced slightly, almost speaking to himself. “I’m going to need to teach you about those, aren’t I?”

“Where’d the shiny go?!” Viking was almost distressed, still teetering on the edge of his sudden fixation. “Why did that happen? Why would gold of all things make me do, um, do whatever the heck that was!”

“I’ll explain it to you, don’t worry. Just need to think of a good way to do it.” Legs sighed. He then helped Viking stand again, making sure to go slow just in case.

The small group made their way over to the waystone while Joy and Legundo explained that the transformation seemed to have given him some piglin instincts as well as the obvious physical features. Legs had decided that the best thing for right now would be bringing him to spawn so he could rest until the meet up that was happening that evening. Then they would bring up this development with everyone else and figure out where to go from there. Joy decided to stay back for now as she wanted to start researching into what had happened further and make sure that Viking would be okay. It was only after they had arrived at spawn that Viking noticed something else.

“The sun!” He stared at the sky in awe, almost as if seeing it for the first time. “It-it feels… It feels amazing!”

“Oh yeah, it kind of just hurt you before, didn’t it?” asked Legs, who was still supporting most of his weight. “Not catching on fire must feel nice, huh?”

Viking let out a hum, eyes closed and seemingly soaking up the warmth that he had been missing out on for a long time. He seemed to sag into Legundo as exhaustion threatened to drag him down once more, only to jolt back awake as a strange rumbling sound seemed to come from him. Legs sighed and scooped him up so they could travel faster, deciding to explain yet another new trait along the way.

“Us piglins are capable of making a wide array of noises. That rumbling is something similar to a cat purring, it can mean different things depending on the situation. Sometimes it’s used to help calm others or you make it when you’re calm or content. Sometimes it’ll happen if piglin feel sick but that’s mostly in younger ones. Although, I’m not sure how that would work with you, considering the circumstances.” Viking was doing his best to listen but all he could manage was a small grunt to acknowledge that he’d even heard anything. “Don’t suppose you’re awake enough to point me to your place, are you?” When Viking didn’t respond Legundo just sighed. “All the action today really tired you out, huh. Guess we’ll see if there’s space for you to rest in the tavern, I’m sure Grady won’t mind.”

#dominion smp #dominion au #legundo #viking pilot #viking piglin au #tw blood #not graphic just mentioned for the most part

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grandeoatmilklatte · 10 months

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A Good Night 🍻

Hello and happy Weasley Wednesday once again! This week’s theme was “drunk” so here’s my contribution! Full disclosure - I struggled to complete this one on time and went through multiple drafts of it before I was happy with it. Hopefully you like the finished product! Since I was pressed for time, I am posting this on mobile, so please ignore any formatting issues. I’ll fix them once I’m on a computer!

Also - if you’re waiting for the part 3 of my Ominis x MC series Undying Love, I promise it’s coming later this week!

A Good Night - Garreth Weasley x Slytherin Female MC

Summary - Cliche Slytherin party drunken shenanigans! 2.2k words!

NSFW/18+ Smut! Characters are aged up and consenting adults. There is some drunk sexy time in here, please don’t engage if you’re under 18!

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MC placed the ladle in the last bowl of punch and placed it on the table before taking a step back and admiring her work. Everything was all set for tonight. Slytherin house was hosting another one of its big parties. The parties were usually exclusively for those in the Slytherin house, but since MC had taken over the role of house party planner in her 7th year, she was allowed to invite a select few students from other houses to the party. She had decided to invite her crush, Garreth Weasley, and his best friend Leander, who were Gryffindors. There was always a silly little rivalry between Slytherin and Gryffindor house, but MC didn’t care. She had a crush on Garreth since their 5th year, but was always too afraid to tell him how she felt. Now that she was in her 7th year and had grown some confidence in two years, she was hoping inviting Garreth to this first party of the school year would be her opportunity to tell him how she felt.

“Wow. You outdid yourself, MC! This is going to be one hell of a party! I can’t believe you invited Weasley and Prewitt, though. I still can’t believe you even have a crush on Weasley. Yuck!” Sebastian said as he walked into the common room checking out your work.

“Oh shut it Sallow! You don’t see me picking on you for your feelings for Ominis do you?!” There was a bite to MC’s voice, but she was mostly just messing with her friend. Sebastian looked around quickly, ensuring that no one was around to hear her say that. “No!” Sebastian whispered angrily. “And could you please not be so loud?! You’re not the only one scared to admit your feelings for your crush, you know!”

“Well maybe you will tonight! I know I’m hoping to. And if anything, there’s always this liquid courage to help us with that!” MC tilted her head towards the underside of the tables, where numerous kegs of firewhiskey were waiting to be opened up. “Alright, I need to go change before everyone starts showing up! See you in a few!” MC shouted as she dashed up the stairs to her dorm room.

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“Okay so, which one of these makes me smell more desirable?!” Garreth said as he aggressively waved two cologne bottles in Leander’s face.

“Mate! I’m probably not the best person to ask that to! Just go with either. I’m pretty certain MC likes you back. She’ll like you regardless of your cologne. I mean, she did invite us to a Slytherin party, you know, the ones NO ONE from Gryffindor EVER gets invited to. She’s the most popular girl in school, she could have invited anyone from any of the other houses but she invited you. I know I only got invited as your plus one, but you were the main invite. That has to mean she fancies you. There’s no way she doesn’t!”

Garreth sighed, wanting to believe his friend, but having a hard time believing that MC, the most popular girl in school, as Leander had put it, had invited him to her party. Of course, MC and Garreth were friends, and she could have totally invited him as a friend, but to Leander’s point, she could have invited anyone, but she didn’t, she invited him. He had loved her since 5th year; she was so willing to get in trouble for him and steal that fwooper feather from Professor Sharp’s office for him. But he always thought she was too good for him, assuming that Sallow or any of the other Slytherin boys would have stolen her heart already, but none of them ever did. Garreth never thought for a second that she was holding on to her heart for the likes of Garreth Weasley, but little did he know how correct that was.

“I don’t know, mate. What if she doesn’t feel the same? I don’t want to make a fool out of myself!”

“Garreth, you make a fool out of yourself daily in class, and she loves it. It’s going to be fine!”

Garreth sighed once more and made a quick decision on the cologne, spritzing himself, and giving himself another glance over in the mirror. “Alright! Let’s do this!”

—

The Slytherin common room was loud, dark, and hot, the party in full force. Tons of students present, getting drunk and dancing the night away. MC made her way through the crowds of people, eager to find Garreth. She hadn’t seen him yet, and was beginning to worry he didn’t show. She did find Sebastian however, he was on one of the couches, drink in hand, him and Ominis looking very cozy together. A smile formed on her face. She would consider this night a win if even one of them got lucky tonight. MC made her way over to the couch.

“You boys look like you’re having a good time!” She shouted in a suggestive tone. She hadn’t noticed this from a distance, but when she sat on the couch she noticed Sebastian and Ominis were holding hands. Ominis turned to her, way more smiley than he usually ever was. “It’s too loud in here!” He yelled. “But Sebastian was saying maybe we should head back up to the dorm, go somewhere quieter, weren’t you, love?” MC looked at Sebastian in shock, and he returned her look with a smile and a wink. “Yes Ominis, we should head up there now!” The pair stood up, Sebastian taking Ominis’s hand.

MC stood up too, leaning in and whispering “Good luck!” In Sebastian’s ear. Sebastian repeated the action. “You too, by the way, he’s over there by the snacks, go get ‘em!” MC turned to see Garreth, turned back to Sebastian to flash him a smile before she quickly walked over to the snack table.

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“Garreth relax! I see her now. She’s right over-oh shit she’s coming over here!” Leander explained, trying to calm down his friend who appeared to be having a nervous breakdown fueled by his drunkenness. He had gotten extremely nervous from the moment he walked into the party, and had been chugging shots of firewhiskey to calm his nerves. Four shots in though and it hadn’t worked, now he was nervous AND drunk.

“Shit!” Garreth shouted as he sloppily shoved the remainder of the pumpkin pasty he had been eating into his mouth, swallowing as quickly as he could to not look embarrassing in front of MC.

“Hey you two!” MC exclaimed when she approached. “Enjoying the party?”

“Great! Yes. Wow. You look…wow!” Garreth slurred out as he looked MC over. MC noticed his eyes, they were a beautiful shade emerald green, as they usually were, but this time they were a little glassy, indicating his drunken state. Even so, she loved getting lost in his eyes, and kept her stare for a few seconds before Garreth wrapped his arms around her waist and aggressively pulled her into him, almost knocking her over in the process.

“Has anyone ever told you…hiccup…that you are the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen?” MC giggled at Garreth’s words and his hiccups, them being the cutest, most high pitched hiccups she had ever heard. She knew he was a bit drunk, but she still couldn’t help but melt at his words.

“I think…hiccup…I think I might be…in love with you? No no I…I am! And I know I’m…a liiiiittle drunk. But! I know that I love you so so much! But not as a friend! As a more than…friend! Do you want to be my girlfriend?”

MC was taken aback by the confession, her jaw dropping slightly. She looked up at Leander, who was watching this entire interaction, with a silent question on her face. Leander nodded his head, “I know he’s a little drunk but, yes, it’s true.” MC’s eyes came back to Garreth, his hands still on her waist and his eyes glued to her, the most loving look in his eyes. She decided it was now or never, and wrapped her arms around Garreth’s head, pulling him into a soft, sweet kiss. They kissed for a few seconds before MC pulled away.

“Did you see that?! She hiccup kissed me!” Garreth asked as he turned around back to Leander. Leander just laughed, grabbed himself a drink and looked at MC. “Well, I’ll leave you to it, then! Have a good night you two!” He then gave MC a wink and left. MC turned back to Garreth, his hands still glued to her waist. “Well, tonight is gonna be fun!”

—

The pair crashed through the door of the empty Slytherin dungeon’s girl’s bathroom, refusing to break the furious kiss they were in as they stumbled in. Garreth pushed MC up against the door, his hands still not having left her waist since he first put them there 20 minutes ago. They had stayed at the party to continue drinking, but had now grown tired of the party, eager to find a place to be alone.

Garreth was making a desperate attempt to pick MC up in his arms, which normally he could have probably done, but in his drunken state, not so much. MC laughed against Garreth’s lips. “My arms don’t work!” He slurred out laughing, which made MC laugh harder. She pushed against the door and pushed him into one of the sinks to continue kissing him, but he slipped a little when he made contact with the sink. He looked down at the sink, which was a previously broken, non functioning sink.

“Ooooh. I broke the sink! My aunt is going to be so mad at meee!”

“Sweetie, it was already broken. It’s been broken for a while.” MC laughed.

“Oh…why is there a little snake on it? Hi snake! Does it have a name?”

“I don’t know. Now get over here!”

MC crashed her lips into Garreth again, resuming their make out session. After a few minutes, Garreth had managed to flip their position, so that she was the one up against the sink. It was easier to pick her up this time, as Garreth sat MC on the ledge of the broken sink.

His lips moved down to her neck as Garreth began to run his hands up her thigh. His hands trailing up her skirt as he continued his assault on her neck. She couldn’t wait to proudly show off the love marks that would surely be present the next day. She then let out a gasp as she felt Garreth’s hand reach her underwear, already damp from the evening’s activities so far.

“Oh baby! You’re already so wet for me!” Garreth groaned out as he slipped his fingers under the waistband and through her folds. He began to sloppily rub circles into her, MC letting out a harsh moan in response.

She didn’t care one bit who heard her, the alcohol in her system dissolving any inhibitions or reservations she had. Garreth out a moan as well, reveling in the feeling of MC’s wetness that he was responsible for. He then dipped two fingers into her, MC letting out a sinful groan that likely could be heard from outside.

Garreth wasn’t gentle about it, harshly pumping his fingers in and out of her. She spread her legs further and lifted her skirt higher, giving Garreth more access to her. The sink was not a comfortable seat, but that was the last thing on her mind as she crawled closer and closer to an orgasm.

“You feel so good, darling! So tight. So perfect. If this is how your tight hole feels around my fingers I can’t wait to feel you around my cock!” Garreth growled out.

MC arched her back and cried out as her release hit from Garreth’s words. As her body spazzed from her release, she seemed to forget she was on a sink, arching her back in such a way that she slid off the sink and onto the floor, Garreth being far too drunk and horny to catch her in time.

“Oh shit! Darling are you alright?!”

Her ass hit the cold floor hard. She winced for a moment but then began to laugh. “Maybe the edge of the sink wasn’t the best choice. C’mon, let’s head to my bedroom in the Room of Requirement where we can have some fun on a soft surface!”

The pair stumbled out of the bathroom hand and hand, and made a very drunk trek over to the 7th floor of the astronomy tower.

—

When Garreth never returned to their dorm room last night, Leander rejoiced, knowing the night likely ended well. He knew him and MC were likely in the Room, MC having shown it to them both last term. On the way there, he ran into Sebastian, who was looking for MC himself. He was sporting several dark patches on his neck, which Leander couldn’t help but point out.

“Someone had a good night!”

“That I did.” He chuckled. “But it seems like our friends had a better night.” Sebastian replied.

They entered the Room to find them both still in bed wrapped in the covers, their clothes scattered across the floor. MC was sitting up rubbing Garreth’s back as he violently puked in a wastebasket he was hugging. She looked up at her friends with an exasperated look on her face before bursting into laughter.

It had been a good night indeed, and MC was looking forward to having more (less drunk) good nights with Garreth.

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#garreth weasley #garreth weasley x mc #garreth weasley smut #weasley wednesday

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The Archive

Introduction On 14 June 2020, I accidentally deleted my tumblr, wiping out a blog that I had been maintaining since January 2011. I was distraught due to losing a lot of fond memories – and crushed at the thought of so much of my writing disappearing. I hadn’t been very disciplined about keeping offline back-ups of my work, so when my blog disappeared, so did a large collection of poems, short stories, vignettes and fanfics.

Over the last few years, I’ve steadily recovered a decent chunk of my writing (about 300 pieces) thanks to my friends reblogging my posts and being diligent with their tagging systems. I’ve now been able to archive and remaster my poems and prose pieces – though my fanfiction remains in the ether (which, to be honest, I’m okay with). On that note, I would like to express immense gratitude to the people whose blogs I recovered my works from:

alistersangelsong

@brattyhalfpint

caitsylph

@houkou-nrl

jirohoushi

kara-kitsu-x

kasukasumoe

@kidasbrainspace

@kunimitsuchin

lassinajumper

@lenandbonten

@mono-frog

@mon-qi

seethebattlefield

@s-ephiroth

@tacotits

@ten-thousands-hobbits

thunderdownongreenside-archive

I know a lot of these bloggers either are no longer on tumblr or use these accounts (and tumblr wouldn't allow me to tag everyone?); even so, I want to share my thanks. And thank you to everyone else who read, shared or otherwise enjoyed my writing over the years. I hope that it inspired deep feelings and I hope that it bought you comfort. I want you to know that I wouldn’t still be pursuing writing if it wasn’t for all the support you sent my way. I read and savoured your comments and tags and, I promise you, I am grateful for all the love I received. Methodology While it would have been simpler to reblog the old posts, save for those that were trapped under a Read More (and a fair few pieces fell into this category), for this archiving project, I opted to take the opportunity to edit my works (also, I didn’t particularly want to bombard my friends’ notes by reblogging ancient posts). This gave me a chance to appropriately re-format some works which had, unfortunately, originally looked quite ugly! The editing process was incredibly interesting – I ended up making changes to almost all my posts, so it’s good to know that I’ve definitely grown as a reader and writer over the last decade. A very small number of the posts were brand new for the blog, but at this stage, I’m happy to count them as part of my archive. For me, it’s important to compartmentalise and draw a divide between the writing I shared then and the writing that I will, hopefully, go on to pen in the future. I’m still in the process of proofreading: some of my tags have typos and there are certainly some errant dashes, among other issues, here and there. Nevertheless, I’m satisfied with the state of things for now. Some posts are titled [‘Circa …’]. If I had been savvier about using tumblr mobile in conjunction with the web version, I could have recovered all of the exact dates of my original posts. However, what’s done is done and I am satisfied with what I was able to accomplish. Statistics I love numbers – here are some interesting graphs regarding my posts:

Posts by Form - Prose – 37 - Poems – 271 Total – 308

No. of Posts by Year - 2012 – 1 - 2013 – 4 - 2014 – 21 - 2015 – 61 - 2016 – 114 - 2017 – 44 - 2018 – 22 - 2019 – 16 - 2020 – 20 - 2022 – 4 - 2024 – 1 Total – 308 There’s definitely a lot of writing that I wasn’t able to track down: in 2016, for example, I believe that I posted 366 poems. Still, I’m pleased with the works that I did find – it was great to rediscover works that I’d completely forgotten about. I think that draws this post to a close. Thanks for reading!

#kitana talks #blog summary #kkh: 2012 to 2024

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klcthebookworm · 3 months

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WIP Wednesday

Hannah decides on a course of action once she, Chuck, Milly, and Meryl were sent to the Command Room for safety.

Chuck had heard what Doc said about Vash being their only hope and scowled at his sister stroking the computer keyboard. “We need to help Vash and you’re drooling over new tech!”

“I’m not drooling! I’m looking—” Her face brightened. “Found it. Pass me the bike’s data cord.”

Chuck pulled the end of it free from the crankcase and Hannah plugged it into the keyboard’s port she had found. “How is this gonna help Vash?”

“Can’t decide on a battle plan without data.” She sat in the keyboard’s chair. “Helmet please.” Chuck passed that to her, and she turned on her faceshield after she put it on. “Okay, time to see the data in formats I know. Power levels.”

Chuck turned on his faceshield. “Show me too.” Colored bars labeled 1 - 4 appeared on his faceshield but he didn’t know what they meant. They all were almost the same height.

“And usage?” Hannah asked. “Label the systems.”

The bars shifted from vertical to horizontal labeled with words he couldn’t read yet. He recognized “cold” on the second longest line.

“Any other power sources? Batteries?” Hannah asked.

The bike answered by typing on the faceshields. “No.”

“Shit,” Hannah whispered.

“What does this mean?” Chuck asked.

“This whole ship is only running on plant power. The biggest draw is for propulsion, staying up here, followed by the cold storage. The wrenchheads are targeting the plant bulbs and if Vash and Preacher Man can’t stop them—”

“Splat on the ground?”

“Yeah. And it is really irresponsible for them to run like this without any reserves.”

Chuck looked down at the bike’s gas tank. “Is it my fault we’re gonna crash?”

“What?”

“Mom says Dad and the uncles can’t fly spaceships.”

Hannah put her hand on his back. “That’s not because they’re mice; it’s because their skills on wheels do not transfer to flying. The ones at fault are the wrenchheads trying to hurt the plant angels. You got that?”

“Yeah.” He said softly. Hannah patted his back before pulling her hand back. He looked over at her. “So how can we help Vash stop the wrenchheads?”

“Vash put us on civilian protection duty.”

“Boring. Should we shove them into lifeboats?”

The bike took away the graph to type, “Life pod capacity does not meet the mobile population.”

“I was afraid of that. So nobody can get off this bus….” Hannah’s voice trailed off and she had on her thinking face. Then she switched to Martian. “{Bike, find the landing program and input current situation variables into the calculation of safest landing outcome.}”

“Calculation made. Landing possible 75 miles for New Oregon. Human input is required.”

That was a lot of words Chuck didn’t know but Hannah didn’t stop to explain them as she continued in Martian to the bike. “{From this terminal?}”

“Yes.”

“{Firewall landing program and this terminal and then boot up.}”

Chuck looked back at the crowd, but they were all focused on what Mr. Wolfwood was yelling at more puppets and not equipment turning on. That was sneaky good. But he needed to remind Hannah of something. “{They didn’t want to go down, Hannah.}”

“{Tough. Vash doesn’t want them to die and I don’t want to crash. They are outvoted.}”

Chuck wasn’t sure if that was how voting worked, but he didn’t want to crash either. The keyboard turned on along with the smaller screen attached to it. Hannah focused on the tech and Chuck turned sideways on the motorcycle’s seat to watch her back, just like if they had to take over some of Karbunkle’s tech back in Chicago.

“{Bike, keep the power going to cold storage and propulsion. We do not need them waking up in the middle of all this going on.}”

“Yes.”

Chuck turned back to watch Hannah type on the keyboard and stare intently at the screen. “{I hope you didn’t get Dad’s ability to crash spaceships,}” Chuck told her in Martian.

“{He never taught me how to drive a spaceship, so we should be good!}” She hunched over the keyboard in her concentrating posture.

Chuck snapped his mouth shut and turned back to the crowd so he could warn Hannah if they got mad. They were all still concentrating on the screen Doc had showing the wrenchheads and Vash and Mr. Wolfwood without any visuals. Didn’t they have cameras anywhere? Limburger always installed cameras when he had to rebuild his Tower.

“What is that?” Doc asked with rapid typing. “What? How are we moving? This room?”

The crowd of ship citizens mostly asked what Doc was talking about, but Meryl-ma’am and Milly-ma’am both whirled around. Meryl-ma’am’s eyes widened when she saw the lit keyboard and she stepped toward them. “Hannah.”

Chuck shook his head. “Don’t distract the driver.”

The crowd split as Doc twisted in his seat so he had a clear view of Chuck and Hannah. “What are you doing, child?”

“Shooting the hostage,” Hannah said.

“We’re doing the Speed battle plan!” They never had a chance to do that one. Chuck thrust both his arms up. “Aoooow!”

#trigun 98 #my fic #three of a kind #wip #wip wednesday #biker mice from mars

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joelsgreys · 1 year

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I’m feeling really sad and anxious and lonely.

I really need some sweet and super fluffy Joel or Pedro blurbs? Any recommendations?

Oh noo, I’m sorry you’re feeling this way. 😭 it’s okay to feel your feels but I hope you know you aren’t alone! From one kind stranger on the Internet to another: you’re not alone, this kind stranger is here. 💗

I’m blanking on recs for fluff because I feel like all I read especially for Joel is angst, and I’ve been hunting for Pedro fics myself. BUT! I do love @mellowsaturns these are two of my favorites!

for you, anything

starry nights

Sorry for the terrible formatting I’m on mobile 🤦🏻‍♀️ if anyone knows of some sweet fluff fics, please drop them below in a reply or send me an ask! 🫶🏼

#vee answers

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asksoldieron · 7 months

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SO-12: The Spirit of Harpo Marx

If there's a lot of engagement on this, this post is liable to get real long, beware before you expand.

Welcome to the Engagement Lounge, for Alight at the Window (SO-12) an instalment! Short comments can go in the replies, but there's a 475 character limit. Longer ones will need a reblog. Remember to @asksoldieron if you're reblogging someone else's reblog, so I can see it too!

Awwwwww, ya know? Awwwwww ❤️!

Poor Erik is in ⚡🔋no shape🔋⚡ to communicate, but he's doing his best. Maggie has no idea whether he's messing with her on purpose, or what's wrong with him, but she won't let him go. They'll get to him eventually. (I've just finished that part, actually. They've got him! Uh. Sorta. At least he's... safe now? 😅Oh, I can't say that with a straight face.)

This is the last of my queued posts/instalments, and I have no idea where my reading and drawing ability will be when it goes live. If I can't update you on my condition (and the condition of the next six instalments) I'll hafta have the spouse type a note for me. I want to do six more right away, or I might take a two week break, or - if I'm really struggling - it'll be a break of indeterminate length. I hope I'll be okay to just keep going, my Patrons have been so patient this year. Thanks, y'all.

But, either way, there will be a break at some point, because I'll have a while where I can't write or draw and that's going to eat up my backlog. Also, recent updates have done more stupid things to my theme and I think the site needs a redesign - maybe including some radical simplification. I'm just not mobile friendly and I can't make the current format behave. People with better eyesight than me do a lot of reading on their phones.

I have no idea how to build a community and I'm flailing, really, but maybe if I can get the interface more convenient, more people will like me? (I have no idea. Probably they won't.)

Look, though! You've got some extra art to tide you over! And a song!

I'm not in love with how Erik's design looks right now - he looks like a train wreck, but he should look like a train wreck. Nobody is going to fix his hair. I still feel self-conscious about it. He used to be cute. I've got to do a full-body rendering of how he'll clean up, but I don't have time for it now.

However, I did do a page of something trying to get comfortable with his ability to emote in train reck form. I don't have time to finish it, but I think it looks cool so I'm sharing.

This is potentially a way for me to serve you the music without lyric backgrounds that you can't read! It's very labour-intensive, but I was figuring out how to do it and it might get a little easier with practice. Also, my current tablet is struggling with the resolution and I plan to update it by the end of the year - depending on sale prices.

After I saw Hedwig and the Angry Inch, I found out the original Off-Broadway incarnation had filked music with lyrics by John Cameron Mitchell. 🥹😊I'm calling it! This is something other people sharing my identity do to tell their stories! Filk musicals are an enby thing! We do not give a shit about the music industry's copyrights! I'm performing nonbinary correctly!

So here's the lyrics again, and maybe I'll give you the rest in comic form as my vision and my tools improve.

You Are Found! (based on "We Are Young" by fun.) I need a minute, I… I don’t know if I’m ready yet I’m tryin’ to get my shit together, Maggie, please don’t be upset My family must be looking for me somewhere very near Guess I knew you must be coming but I can’t believe you’re here, and… It’s been forever since I’ve seen your face I know you want to take me home But although it hurts to do this work they need my help for what it’s worth — Oh, gods I’m not sure if I wanna go So maybe if, next time you see me, You can take me by the hand, You’ll steal me away At last I am found So I guess the party’s over Time to get sober, and come down At last I am found So I guess the party’s over Time to get sober, and come down No, I wanna go home I’m just not done I guess that I, I just hoped We could visit and I’d get right back to work But I can’t go yet So I must forget 'Cause I think you’ll hafta steal me away At last I am found So I guess the party’s over Time to get sober, and come down At last I am found So I guess the party’s over Time to get sober, and come down Steal me away at last (na na na na na na) Come steal me away at last (na na na na na na) Steal me away at last (na na na na na na) Come steal me away at last (na na na na na na) The gods have their own plan (na na na na na na) But I’m just one weary man (na na na na na na) So you're gonna hafta steal me away at last (na na na na na na) I have so much to do (na na na na na na) How can I go with you? (na na na na na na) So you're gonna hafta steal me away (na na na na na na) At last I am found So I guess the party’s over Time to get sober, and come down At last I am found So I guess the party’s over Time to get sober, and come down So maybe if, next time you see me, You can take me by the hand You’ll steal me away at last

See you soon! Ha, I hope!

Late edit: Two week break, folks. No drawing ability yet, so we're stuck with it. I still hope to get you the next six by the end of the year. I'll keep you posted!

[Back to Site?]

#tin soldier and soldier on #instalment #engagement lounge #music #covers #comic #lyrics

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sen-no-kotowari · 1 year

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PGR A Lee Character Profile

Good day! As promised, I'll be catching up and post more of the character profiles. Here's A Lee's character profile. You can learn more about him in his Interlude story and the cut down below (*´ω`*)

Voice Line Data

Motion Voice Lines

Lobby Voice 1

Lee: Welcome back. It's already praise-worthy to be able to come back in one piece.

Lobby Voice 2

Lee: Let's begin the mission operation for today, Commander.

Lobby Voice 3

Lee: Does the external mission this time around take that much time?

Raise Affection Level

Lee: You're more manageable compared to the previous Commander. And yes, I think it's not a bad thing.

Repetitive Taps

Lee: Will you stop that...!

Introduction and Formation

Structure Acquired

Lee: So you're the new Commander, huh... I just hope you're not a fool.

Level Up

Lee: That's just natural.

Advancement

Lee: Doing good. I think I'll get stronger from here.

Model Improvement

Lee: So it's like this huh... There's more room for improvement.

Skill Upgrade

Lee: This mobilization pattern seems to be useful, might use it next time.

Equipment

Lee: Hmm~... Seems easy enough to use. Not bad.

Add in Team

Lee: You made the right decision by choosing me.

Assign as Captain

Lee: Me? Captain? I'll show you how to lead perfectly.

Mission Accomplished

Voice Line 1

Lee: Seems like we've received the rewards, let's go claim them.

Voice Line 2

Lee: We'll receive a reward once we've finished the mission... It's common sense you know?

Daily Small Talks

Voice Line 1

Lee: "Tactics" and "Strategy" are two different things... Well, not like you can understand what I'm talking about anyway.

Voice Line 2

Lee: It's my principle to avoid troublesome things.

Voice Line 3

Lee: Good morning. Are you done with your preparations?

Voice Line 4

Lee: Go get some rest, or else you're gonna be a hindrance to the battle this afternoon.

Voice Line 5

Lee: If humans don't get the recommended amount of sleep, there's a high chance you'd easily get bald you know.

Voice Line 6

Lee: Yesterday, I've already analyzed the data from the Infected. I'll send it over to your terminal later, Commander.

Voice Line 7

Lee: We Structures can work without resting so we're fine.

Voice Line 8

Lee: Don't look down on Analytical-type Structures, I have confidence in my battle capabilities.

Voice Line 9

Lee: Since I tend to think about how things work logically, I sometimes cannot understand the Commander's out-of-the-box way of thinking. That's why please, tell me honestly about the things you're thinking about.

Voice Line 10

Lee: Since I tend to think about how things work logically, I... sometimes cannot understand the Commander's out-of-the-box way of thinking. That's why please, tell me honestly about the things you're thinking about.

Voice Line 11

Lee: For me, remaining here in this unit has been one of the most correct decisions I've made.

Voice Line 12

Lee: I wish that all humans are just like you Commander, yet at the same time, I have thoughts of wanting you to always stay the way you are.

Voice Line 13

Lee: As long as you are here, I won't lose even if a formidable enemy is standing in our way.

Voice Line 14

Lee: I can't exchange with you a promise of the future. However, I want to grant you a future. That's why I'm working hard for it.

Raise Affection Level

Voice Line 1

Lee: An average competency.

Voice Line 2

Lee: I'll think about changing my attitude towards you—if you manage to stay alive in the next battle.

Voice Line 3

Lee: You're more manageable compared to the previous Commander, and I think it's not a bad thing. Yeah...

Voice Line 4

Lee: Please remember this—it's for the sake of a better advantage in battle.

Voice Line 5

Lee: Okay fine I understand, "we get along well," as you say.

Voice Line 6

Lee: This is...a device used by humans to communicate with one another...? Why are you giving this to me...?

Voice Line 7

Lee: Am I... your number one?

Voice Line 8

Lee: I'm the only one who gets along with you like this...right?

AFK

Voice Line 1

Lee: You know I'll be considering this as work negligence, right?

Voice Line 2

Lee: Where the hell did you go... Are you slacking?

Voice Line 3

Lee: Do your work properly.

Voice Line 4

Lee: What, you plan to get back to work only if someone coaxes you to do so? What are you, a kid or something?

Online for a Long Time

Voice Line 1

Lee: An extended period of Consciousness Link is mentally taxing. I've already warned you about it. [1]Audio: An extended period of Consciousness Link is mentally taxing. I've already warned you about it, so I'm not gonna be responsible for that whatsoever if you become crippled later on because of it.

Voice Line 2

Lee: You've been awfully linked for a very long time now. Are you okay with not getting any rest?

Voice Line 3

Lee: I understand that your sense of control over your own body feels out of order whenever you're with us, but an extended link period can be quite taxing to your body. Please get some rest.

Voice Line 4

Lee: Be more careful in working too hard—extended links are remarkably taxing to the body... Don't make me repeat myself, geez...

Log-In

Voice Line 1

Lee: Let's begin the mission operation for today, Commander.

Voice Line 2

Lee: Kept me waiting. First off, let's start analyzing the infected sample specimen from yesterday.

Voice Line 3

Lee: Finally arrived, huh. Because I'm free today, I'm willing to accompany you on your whims.

Voice Line 4

Lee: I wasn't really waiting for you. ...It's true, I'm telling you.

Offline for a Long Time

Voice Line 1

Lee: Does the external mission this time around take that much time?

Voice Line 2

Lee: Can you tell me the reason why you were away for a long time?

Voice Line 3

Lee: Wow, that was a remarkably drawn-out external mission. I thought you've already forgotten about this place.

Voice Line 4

Lee: Where in the world did you go, being away for such a long time... I thought you were never gonna come back... Oh. Ahem—Welcome back.

Shake

Voice Line 1

Lee: W-what!?

Voice Line 2

Lee: Are you a kid or something...!

Voice Line 3

Lee: ...Are you satisfied now?

Voice Line 4

Lee: You really... love doing this huh.

Repetitive Taps

Voice Line 1

Lee: Will you stop that...!

Voice Line 2

Lee: Are you trying to make me sick or something?

Voice Line 3

Lee: Is there something fun about this...?

Voice Line 4

Lee: Just wait, if I meet you in person, I'll make sure to poke the living hell out of you.

Activity Task Full

Lee: Activity level's already at max. Don't forget to get your rewards.

Triumphant Return

Lee: And another perfect line of fire.

Squad Member's Return

Lee: Welcome back. It's already praise-worthy to be able to come back in one piece.

Battle Dialogues

Battle Start/Character Switch/Voice Line 1

Lee: Think you can escape the bullet trajectory I've calculated huh.

Voice Line 2

Lee: You call that hiding?

Voice Line 3

Lee: It's wise to just give up.

Ultimate Skill

Lee: There's only one end that awaits you.

Light Damage

Lee: Tch... Not bad...

Heavy Damage

Lee: Situation's...looking bleak huh...

Incapacitated

Lee: It's all right... I...won't...

Friend Support

Lee: You won't have any problems so long as I'm here.

QTE

Lee: Just give the orders.

Battle End

Lee: And another perfect line of fire.

Structure Documentation

Document Detail 1

A member of the Gray Raven Unit. An Attacker-type Structure. He uses two handguns as his weapon and is an expert in engineering. In addition to accurately perceiving the weak points of the Infected, Lee takes pride in equipment construction and device terminal maintenance.

Document Detail 2

"Leave the isolation device to me." Besides his high intelligence and exceptional calculational abilities, Lee possesses a database storage capacity that exceeds the average Structure. He is mainly responsible for installing the isolation device and maintenance of the equipment Gray Raven uses. It seems that he has some knowledge of repairing the mechanical components of Structures.

Document Detail 3

"Your level of IQ might've exceeded the standard value of an ordinary human." Many of his remarks often determine the essence of things, tackling the heart of the matter. The frank words he speaks out of kindness and consideration are mostly twisted with sarcasm. In order to understand his intentions, it's best to guess based on his behavior.

Document Detail 4

"Uh... Being called 'older brother' is..." There seems to be something that comes to his mind when he was called "older brother." He may look apathetic outside of assigned missions, but he actually watches over everything from the shadows. When Liv was attacked by the Aberrant Infected "Tifa," Lee risked his own life to protect her. Though his steadfast feelings towards his "friends," including the Commander, could be seen, the person himself is trying his utmost best to hide it.

Document Detail 5

"As long as you are safe and sound, that's all I could ever ask for." The origin of his consciousness belonged to a young man named "Morrian." In order for his younger brother to receive medical treatment, he voluntarily participated in the Structurization Project as a subject of the experiment. His heart when he was still human was transplanted to his younger brother. He has the highest overall ability among the Structures of the same production year.

Document Detail 6

"I'm sorry, but I've seen your cheap tricks for a while back now." As a result of taking the brunt of Tifa's attack in place of Liv, the anxiety of being controlled by Tifa grew inside Lee. A spasm had occurred right after their fight against Tifa, but he had successfully avoided a life-threatening situation due to taking precautionary steps beforehand. He is a Structure you can fully trust with entrusting a mission.

Rumors and Secrets

Secret 1 He runs on the impulse of wanting to analyze the things he likes.

Secret 2 He frequently overhauls a variety of firearms during rest times in between battle.

Secret 3 He seems to be quite good at sewing.

Secret 4 He has been thoroughly researching about formal dress wears for humans and how to look fashionable.

Secret 5 He minds being called "big brother" by other people.

Secret 6 Excluding Liv, although Lee has the highest level of efficiency towards radar function, he actually has no sense of direction.

Secret 7 Although he has shown some interest in games, he has refrained from getting involved after hearing Kamui likes gaming.

Secret 8 His way of constructing and deconstructing things is more on the "scientific approach," and thinks that Nanami is more of a "touch-and-go" style of approach.

Secret 9 He adds impractical new features to weapons from time to time. An example of the said feature is a bottle opener.

Secret 10 He has no intention of showing the implemented new features to anybody.

Secret 11 Whenever he performs precise calculations, he stylishly catches the guns he threw mid-air, and the probability of him failing to catch them is 0.372%.

Secret 12 Has the habit of turning important matters into data and putting them on record.

Spoken dialogue is different from the one that's written.

#pgr #pgr lee #punishing gray raven

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laytonfam · 2 years

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For the writing prompt thing, how about the Layton siblings playing Mario Kart?

Oh thank you Robyn, this was so much fun I love them with my whole heart- enjoy this wii chaos. (Sorry if the formatting is off, I’m on mobile)

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“Stop shoving me!” Alfendi was referring to Katrielle’s elbow, which was digging into his side. He was only moments away from knocking her out if she didn’t cut that shit out now.

“Then maybe you should stop cheating!” She stuck her tongue out at him.

“Being better than you isn’t cheating, Kat.” He had finally had enough and rammed over into her, practically knocking her over.

“Would you two keep the bumping inside the game please?” Flora was on Al’s other side, glad to be out of the firing zone. They were seated on the floor, backs against the couch, simply because that was how they had always played as children.

But children they were not.

“See ya later!” Katrielle was passing Alfendi as they headed into the final lap. He had fallen for her tricks and was so distracted by her physical assaults that his driving suffered for it. Flora laughed a little but was mostly focused on her own little square. It was so rare they got together like this now; it filled her heart just to see them having fun.

If screaming and wrestling could be considered fun.

“Give me a minute- I’ll be in front when it counts.” Al spoke like he was confident, but he was smart enough to know it was more a game of luck then of skill. He just needed one person behind them to grab a blue shell and Kat would be eating her words.

“I’ll believe it when I see it, Al.” Kat was a menace. She enjoyed pressing Al’s buttons, loved to see him all riled up. This wasn’t a secret, they all knew this- it was a game to her. Dragging out Al’s other half was a sign she was winning.

Flora, meanwhile, was slipping further behind. She just wasn’t as competitive as the other two, and she didn’t play as much with them growing up. Honestly, she preferred just to watch.

Somewhere behind them someone had picked up the blue shell. Al smirked knowing he had a shot now that they were closing in on the end. Katrielle’s grip on the wheel tightened. As the youngest, she had always pouted and whined to get to use the wheel- it was still hers. She was driving now with her whole body, not just her hands, turning into each curve like she could outrun it.

Hubris.

Alfendi laughed as the sound got louder, as her doom approached. She could not outrun the sun, the shell was upon her, she could only accept her fate. As her cart exploded, Al passed her, focused, dialled in. He could do this, he just needed to hold steady for-

Flora giggled beside him as her bullet zipped right by him. It dropped her off mere inches from the finish line, and she was able to finish first.

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” Al almost dropped his controller. Kat could only groan. Moments later they both crossed the end as well, but without smiles on their faces.

Flora was happy. Not to have won, but just to be here. She remembered when they were younger. When Luke would stop by and be their player four. When Al would play cross-legged with little Kat sitting in his lap. When occasionally Kat was able to force Hershel to play for a bit, despite the fact he had to ask what the buttons do every thirty seconds.

This was fun. This was nice.

“Okay losers, wanna go again?” Both of their jaws dropped hearing her say that- her smile and tone were both too pretty for trash talk.

“Yeah sure thing, let’s see you get lucky like that again.” Alfendi was fast at recomposing himself, sitting up straighter. He meant business now.

Whether she knew it or not, Katrielle copied him, scooching back and straightening up. “It’s on.” She glared at them both.

Flora, however, was just really hoping she wasn’t about to become a victim in the next assault.

#professor layton fanfic #alfendi layton #katrielle layton #flora reinhold #professor Layton #ree speaks #reebeewrites

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QZGS Rec Bingo

I did a blackout bingo for the qzgs october-ish fanwork rec event!

More info on the event here: https://shadaras.dreamwidth.org/181475.html

Full list of recs below!

From before 2020

Title: The Dos and Don'ts

Author: Summer Snow

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14748434

Jelly’s notes: YeLan alt format fic!! Team happy writes up a guide for yx to flirt with blue river, accidentally sending him the draft version where you can see all the edits on the google doc XD. Summer’s fic is so fun and funny, and the workskin is very cool, though it works better on desktop than on mobile.

Stabbed you with a knife

Title: Even gods can fall

Author: eringeosphere

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16039565

Jelly’s notes: Magic AU, MCD. erin’s fic is one I’ll never be able to forget because it just makes my heart ache. yx is killed by the people he loves most.

Favorite Tropes

Title: Foundations

Author: BlueberryAsh

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28358907

Jelly’s notes: which favorite trope does this cover? Soulmates, unconventional soulmates, platonic relationships, angst and feelings… I love everything about this fic so much.

Longer than 10k

Title: Means of Transportation

Author: lynne_monstr

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32626198/chapters/80932876

Jelly’s notes: Lynne’s de-aged ywz fic! I uh actually haven’t finished reading this yet bc I didn’t want to be too influenced when I was writing my own time-travel fic, but I’m looking forward to reading til the end! The plot, the feelings, the character interactions, and the attention to detail is #writinggoals. I just love Lynne’s writing a lot.

Missing Scene

Title: but man am i bad at math

Author: syncogon

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27480358

Jelly’s notes: qyf’s rookie challenge from the other side. All of synco’s alternate perspectives are really great and thoughtful, but I like this one especially. Wyc and lx’s reactions at the end made me laugh.

Rare Ship

Title: think of me and burn (and let me hold your hand)

Author: Synoshian

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22763488

Jelly’s notes: NSFW, yuhuangye poly relationship with gray-ace yx! I haven’t read a lot of nsfw tka fics lately, but this one was memorable because of Lies’s portrayal of gray-asexuality. Sometimes yx is into it and sometimes he’s not and that’s okay. I really love the way yuhuangye interact with each other and respect boundaries. This fic is both sexy and soft.

Non-English/Translated

Title: that delivery bro who comes and goes in the wind and snow ( 那个风里来雪里去的外卖小哥 )

Author: 缩水仙人球, translated by Dayadhvam

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/36500344

Jelly’s notes: wonderfully crack-y allye, a lot of fun. Yx gains the skill of teleportation and becomes… a fast food delivery worker XD. ty dtriad for the translation <3. Plus, love lauchis’s contribution of yx’s sizzling whopper

Prequel Era

Title: paved with good intentions

Author: PotterheadAvengerDemigod & theAbandoned_Grimoire

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40674066

Jelly’s notes: superpower au, tx-centric precanon, a hint of angst. I really liked the characterization of tx in this, and I’m super curious about how tx’s power works. Maybe the writers will go into it futher in another fic since this seems to be part of a series in the same au.

Female focused

Title: Pretty Magical Girl Gao Yingjie

Author: GeniusCactus

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40506660/chapters/101481006

Jelly’s notes: GK’s bbfic ft art from wack!! Trans girl gyj finds confidence and solidarity as part of a team of magical girls! First chapter hit me in the feels– gyj’s feelings of being scared and alone are too real. But seeing gyj find herself just fills me with so much joy. I have so many hopes and dreams for her. Also the image of wjx with earrings is something I didn’t know I needed.

Made you laugh

Title: how the tables have turned

Author: alkat

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25266829/chapters/61254943

Jelly’s notes: social media & crack! kat has such good one-liners, and this one has so many of them! I really love kat’s brand of crackfic

Title: storm chaser

Author: swanfrost

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20099092

Jelly’s notes: hanye gods au. the way swan writes conflict is so delicious and distinctive. There’s an economy of words that adds to the tension. I really love swan’s writing, definitely #writinggoals.

A work you love

Title: We don't need lights as your smile is as bright as the stars

Author: Missing_Ninja_History

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/35874712

Jelly’s notes: the wangye dance au that gma wrote me for ss. I have no words for how much I love this. The tension, the way they love dance so much, the way wjx thinks and feels about yx… it just makes me smile. This fic deserves so much more love.

Shorter than 1k

Title: Workplace reviews

Author: the_real_lord_grim

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30041430

Jelly’s notes: grim's alt format in the style of reviews, which is really cool!! Samsara’s made me laugh, EE’s made me sad. It’s a fun and creative fic

Pre-canon

Title: ‘til midnight comes

Author: Shadaras

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29921295

Jelly’s notes: shade’s wangye <3 i love how soft and full of feels this fic is. The parallels between yx and wjx really come through, and i love how they can just support each other.