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#hey can anyone pls help me find that one post#where it had vids of harry's and louis' show in Paris side by side#when louis said something along the lines “let me gain control for a sec” and the crowd went dead silent#whereas at h's show#ig he couldn't bring the crowd to be quiet..?#i'm pretty sure i liked it but for the life of me i couldn't find me :')#pls help#love you all <3
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forest green | choi san
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request: forest green + angst (pls with happy ending i cant take sadness 😥💔)/opposites attract + san <3 !! thank u !
warnings: a few losers being mean to sannie
a/n: hi love thank you so much for requesting i'm so sorry this im posting this so late but i really had sm fun with this one i hope you enjoy!
"no shot y/n." your best friend soojin whispers to you as you guys walk out onto the court before the game starts.
"what?" you whisper back, trying to keep the cheerful smile on your face as you wave your forest green pom poms in the air at the crowd.
"you like choi san don't you?"
"what?" you pause, whipping your head to look at soojin.
"be so for real y/n, i can see you looking for his nerdy ass in the crowd right now."
"i am not!" you argue, turning your back to the crowd as the basketball team makes their way onto the court.
"y/n, you have the entire school at your finger tips and you choose choi san? nerdy ass choi san who spends his time in the library every friday night."
"and? i don't mind." you sheepishly answer staring down at your poms as san's cute dimple smile infiltrated your mind.
"my god, y/n, you have the kim mingyu wrapped around your finger and you want san?!?"
"at least san has a brain and isn't a jerk."
"so? he's hot that basically covers everything." soojin defends as you guys walk to the sidelines.
"for you it does." you huff, smoothing out your skirt as you get in your spot that was on the corner of the court. it gave you the perfect view of san who was wearing a forest green sweater to represent your school's colors. he was sitting at the very top of the bleachers looking lost as soon as the game started. a small smile appeared on your face as watch san's eyebrows furrow in confusion trying to understand what was happening in front of him. eventually, his eyes trailed down to the cheerleader section where you were. you caught his gaze and gave him a small wave which he returned with a shy smile.
the crowd erupts in cheers as hongjoong scores the first basket of the game meaning your little moment with san was rudely ended. the game however goes on well as your team absolutely destroys your opponent. cheers erupted the gym as the students shouted in celebration. as one of the cheer leaders you follow your team to the court to make a tunnel for the team as they head back to the locker room.
once they leave, your coach gives out her post game speech and then lets you guys go. to your surprise, you see san waiting outside the gym trying to make himself look busy.
"hey," you softly say bumping his shoulder with yours causing him to jump. "do you need help finding the exit or?"
"no," san scoffs bumping his shoulder into you as revenge, "just thought i should say you did great out there."
a shy smile makes its way to your face as your heart beats against your chest. "thank yo-"
"y/n!" mingyu emerges from god knows where, throwing his arm over you forcing you and san to separate. "you comin' to my house later? my parents are gone and i'm throwing a huge party for tonight's win!"
"oh, i-" you peer over mingyu's large frame to see san looking dejectedly at the floor.
"you're going!" yuqi shouts from behind, another one of your teammates.
you didn't even get a chance to say goodbye as mingyu and his teammates along with yours push you to the parking lot.
"why are you even hanging out with san? isn't he a total loser?" someone asks from behind you.
"yeah, plus he's a total sqaure!"
"little man probably hasn't felt the touch of a woman since his mother changed his diaper!"
"excuse me?" you say utterly in shock that your so called friends are just outwardly saying shit about someone.
before anyone even had a chance to say anything san pushes his way through the crowd angrily.
"san, wait!" you say trying to catch up to him only to have mingyu tug at your wrist.
"leave him be y/n. kid's a loser anyways."
"he is not!" you argue, ripping your arm away from him. "just fuck off and go have your stupid party!"
you made a beeline to your car and drove to the one place you knew san would be at a time like this. the park where the playground was a mix of ugly beige and forest green and where the park overlooked your little hometown. san liked it because it made him like he was on top of the world even if he was treated like shit.
thankfully, san's beat up toyota corolla was parked in front of the playground.
"thought i might find you here." you say in a quiet tone, wrapping your hands around self because of course you forgot your lettermen at home.
san didn't even turn to look at you as he swung slowly on the creaky swing set. "aren't you supposed to be at some party?"
"yeah, but i didn't feel like going." you answer sitting next to san on the other swing.
"so you decided to hang out with a loser on a good friday night?" he sarcastically asks.
"san-"
"why do you even wanna be around me? midterms are over so you don't have to be around me for awhile." san spits, still not even daring to look up at you. "you know, i thought that maybe there would be a chance you actually like me."
your heart cracked at every word that was coming out his mouth. "san, i do. a lot. trust me."
"no you don't." his knuckles turning white because of how hard he was gripping the chains on the swing. "not in the way i do."
still san was refusing to look up at you until you take a hand and place it softly on his cheek. san jumps at your sudden touch before slowly raising his eyes to meet yours.
"i like you sannie." you confess, heart racing a hundred miles per hour. "i don't care what people or even you say about yourself. i like the way your dimples pop out when you smile. i like the way you never get frustrated with him when you're teaching me. i like the way you remember the little things about everyone. i like you, choi san."
"i-are you sure?" he asks to stunned to even respond to your confession.
you nod your head, giggling at the way san was staring at you in shock.
"can i kiss you?"
"of course, sannie." you answer before smiling to the warm kiss.
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We Don’t Talk That Way
Me again, hello!
This was requested by both @effrvcfcr and @cassiopeiagalaxies-blog on my One Shots of Peter Ballard post. You can find it and make a request here, or just send me a message!
I am writing all requests, but pls give me time :)
Genre: Smut. So filthy.
Rating: Explicit as fuck. Minors DNI
Tags: praise and degradation, spanking, punishment, fingering, fem reader, pain play ig?
(I recognize that test subjects in the lab do not have hair. I did not consider this until after it was written and I have decided that I don’t care. If that bothers you, please let me know here)
(Proof reading is for dorks)
“God, I’m fucking starving,” you mumbled to yourself, standing up from your seated position in the rainbow room. Dinner wasn’t for another forty five minutes, and you were expected to spend that time enjoying yourself, or at least keeping yourself entertained.
“‘Scuse me,” you spoke as you approached Peter, your favorite orderly, standing diligently by the double doors that led into the hallway, “I’m fucking hungry, can I get a snack or something?”
“Hey, language,” Peter responded, his voice hushed, but firm.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m sorry. Anyways, food?” You snapped your fingers as you spoke, trying to speed things along.
Peter had always favored you a little more than the others. After all, you were closest in age to him out of everyone in the building. You were a few years older than most of the other test subjects in the lab, and he was considerably younger than Dr. Brenner or anyone else with authority. It helped that you were also exactly his type.
“Alright, but we’re gonna have to be careful, okay? Let’s see if the nurse has some graham crackers or something,” Peter sighed. He turned around and pushed the heavy off-white door open, allowing you to train behind him.
“Hand,” he demanded, reaching his open palm out to you.
“Seriously?” You scoffed, “I’m nineteen, give me a break.”
“Rules are rules, do you want a snack or not?”
“Fine,” you huffed, smacking your palm into his.
Peter led you down the hallway next to him. He swung your hand back and forth in stride, and for an unconscious moment, you felt as though you were holding the hand of a lover. Peter’s docile grasp felt like how you’d imagine walking home after a long day during a sunset must feel. You kept your eyesight away from his, praying he wouldn’t notice your heart rate steadily escalating just from having physical contact with him.
“You know, what I’d really like to do is feed Dr. Brenner a fucking knuckle sandwhich,” you muttered, cautiously affirming that no one else was around to hear your crude remarks.
“What did you just say?” Peter asked, stopping dead in his tracks and turning to face you.
“What? I’m just saying, the dude’s a total dickface,” you mumbled, lessening your voice even further.
“Hey, look at me,” Peter snapped, dropping your hand and grasping your chin so you were forced to face him.
His ocean blue eyes dove into yours, and your stomach dropped at the intense eye contact. A switch flipped inside you, and suddenly you felt a hunger for more than just food.
“We don’t talk that way, understand?”
“Yeah, you certainly don’t. At least not when you’re on Dr. Brenner’s leash” you mocked, jerking your chin away from his grip.
Peter inhaled deeply before snatching your wrist, dragging you down the hallway, “Come with me, we’ve got to do something about that attitude.”
“Peter, hey, relax, I was just joking,” you panicked as he approached the door to your living quarters and jerked the handle, yanking you inside behind him.
Once inside, Peter slammed the door behind you and pushed you up against it, holding you pitilessly in place with his hands on your biceps. His face drew in so close to yours that you could feel the air leaving his nose traveling down your neck, cascading onto your chest.
“Did I fucking stutter? We don’t talk that way,” Peter snarled, glaring at you from beneath his knotted eyebrows.
“I- I’m sorry,” you choked out, surprised not only to see him so furious, but to find that it aroused you.
“Are you?” Peter asked deviously.
“Yes, yes I really am!” You pleaded, the tone of your voice bordering dangerously close on lustful moaning.
“I don’t think you are. I think girls like you need to be punished in order for your behavior to change,” Peter grinned at you, expecting you to buckle beneath his expression.
“And how are you going to do that, Mr. Ballard?” You spoke defiantly, turning your nose up at him to challenge his pretentious ego.
Peter smiled at you, any trace of that comforting orderly he masqueraded as fully removed, perhaps discarded as soon as he stepped inside your corridor. He slid away from you, dragging his fingers down your arms tauntingly as he turned around and pulled out a chair tucked into the solitary desk across from your bed. He unclasped his belt as he stared into you, daring you to look away. It became a struggle not to stare as he whipped his belt away from his body and tightened his grip on the buckle and opposite end so that it formed a menacing loop.
Without breaking eye contact, Peter sat down in the chair and motioned you to him with a wave of his hand and a single word, “Come.”
You obeyed him, sauntering over to where he was seated, feeling a heartbeat form between your legs that was pleading for his attention. Once you stood before him, he reached up and snatched a fistfull of your hair, tugging your body down so you were bent over his knee. Your breath hitched as he reached back and grabbed the hem of your hospital gown and began trailing it upwards at a glacial pace.
“You know, Y/N,” Peter thought aloud, “you could be such a good test subject if you only listened.”
His words alone sent electricity up your spine, flowing through your body beneath his touch.
“I’ll listen, I promise,” you whined, your breath catching as you felt the gown slip fully over your hips, leaving you fully exposed to him.
“Save your promises, sweetheart. This is going to hurt.”
Without letting a second slip by, Peter raised his belt and smacked it down on your bare flesh, forcing an unexpected yelp to escape your lips.
“Quiet now. We wouldn’t want anyone else to know what a bad girl you’ve been, would we?” Peter quizzed. Your mind raced to find an answer, but the only thing it came up with was the stinging sensation emanating from the impact and the heat you felt growing not far beneath it.
“Fuck…” you exhaled hoarsly, your breath practically stolen from your lungs.
Peter’s hand twisted itself in your hair and yanked it backwards.
“Language,” he scolded.
“I’m s- sorry. Please,” you began to plead, unsure of what exactly you were even begging for.
“Please what, Y/N?”
Before you could even answer, Peter laid down another swing, his belt cracking as it met your skin. You let out another moan in response, far from a cry for a resolution. With each blow he delivered, your body began whorishly anticipating the next.
“Peter, I-”
He interrupted you again with another smack, clearly not interested in anything you felt the need to express to him.
“Awh, I’m sorry sweetheart. Is the belt too much for you?” He chastised. Peter’s belt dropped to the floor, his buckle clattering to the tile with a metallic clink.
Before you could begin to whimper, Peter smacked you with his bare hand, just low enough that he made a pleasant discovery.
“God… you’re soaked,” Peter remarked, examining his fingertips.
An erotic shame rose in your abdomen and crept out of your mouth with a wanton moan. You squirmed beneath his fingers grazing over your skin, but he reaffirmed his clench on your hair, governing you back under his control.
“Why are you so wet, huh?” Peter asked, his fingers circling around where you needed him most, tracing invisible drawings on your flesh.
“God, Peter, it feels so good, please,” you begged, praying he wouldn’t make you admit your desires aloud.
“Please what? Say it,” he shattered your hopes.
“Please touch me!” You demanded, squeezing your eyes closed with a rigidity that pinched tears out from beneath your lashes.
“This is what you want?” Peter asked, two of his fingers pressing gently against your opening, just shy of how badly you needed him to push.
“Yes, please!” you whined, your hips jolting back into his palm.
“You’re fucking dirtier than I thought,” Peter sighed, sliding into you. You groaned salaciously, your body’s electricity thundering under his manipulation.
Peter reached across your back for your arm, dangling near his feet. He pulled your forearm up and pinned it behind your back, halting you from wiggling away from him. Your opposite arm reached down to the tiled floor, your palm resting on the cool, smooth surface to ground you. Peter plunged in and out of you, setting a pace designed to push you over the edge that was rapidly drawing nearer.
“Thank you, Peter,” you huffed, unsure of what else to say. Gratitude seemed to be the only emotion worth expressing to him.
“What are you thanking me for, slut?” Peter mocked you tonelessly, his momentum never wavering.
“Th- thank you for punishing me,” you managed to squeak out. Your eyes rolled back in your head as if you were incapable of speaking and keeping your eyes open at the same time.
“I knew you’d like being punished,” Peter taunted you, “I can feel you tightening up on me, are you going to cum on my fingers, you whore?”
“Oh God, yes, Peter please!” You whimpered, feeling a wave rise between your legs, drawing the air out of your lungs.
Peter abruptly removed his fingers from you and smacked your exposed flesh again, denying you the release your body so feverishly craved.
“I don’t think so,” he growled. Peter yanked your hair sternly, pulling you up to a seated position on his lap.
Peter’s face lined up next to yours, his lips grazing your ear through your messy strands of hair, “You can cum when you learn to behave.”
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All too well pt1
fluffy leon comforting reader hihi<3 having a hard time lately and writing really helps me to deal with everything. I really hope this makes u smile a little bit c:
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Sometimes everything around you just becomes too much, as if the weight on your shoulders only increases, slowly breaking you from the inside out.
Finding the energy to do things, to simply get up, becomes difficult and seemingly impossible. Still, you give your best every day.
Today, as you got up in the morning and sipped on your coffee, you felt an emptiness deep inside you, as if something was missing. You seemed like an empty shell, with no soul, no feelings, only your outer appearance.
Despite these emotions, you pushed them aside and made your way to work, engaging with your coworkers, cracking jokes here and there, and then returned home in the afternoon.
The fact that Leon always left earlier than you added to your worry. He got up so early and came back home late at night, but you never brought it up.
As you opened your apartment door, you let out an exhausted sigh and took off your shoes, making your way to the kitchen.You weren't hungry. You didn't want anything to drink, and cooking dinner felt like a chore.
Stopping and staring into the kitchen, you slowly made your way to the couch. You didn't feel like doing anything; it felt like there was too much on your mind, or maybe too little—you simply didn't know. Your thoughts were so loud that you couldn't understand a word.
Once you sat on the couch, your eyes started to burn, your hands twitched, and that strange feeling in your gut returned.You wanted to scream, cry, and yell, but nothing came out. You felt paralyzed.
Motionless, you sat on the couch, palms resting on your knees, and your eyes staring emptily into the distance.
Noticing your door slowly opening with a squeak, you still didn't move. It felt impossible. The weight on your shoulders and chest only grew heavier by the second.
You heard Leon's soft voice say, 'Hey,' as he made his way into the living room, getting closer step by step.
You and Leon always joked about how he knows you better than you know yourself, and by now, he already sensed that something was wrong.
Finding you on the couch, almost emotionless, broke his heart, and he knew he had to help.
Kneeling in front of you, he gently said, 'It's okay,' with one hand resting on your cheek....
(had to make two parts again, can anyone pls tell me how to post a longer text or is it impossible; I'm so confused ahshjsks)
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goodness gracious 2. brb x oc
a/n: HOLY shMOLY i wasn't expecting to have notes already!!! Thank you??? omg im so happy you guys like it??? * throws confetti* i wont like...the next one might be posted quickly too lo l YOU GUYS!! inspiring me here.
pairing: plus size!oc x rooster
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taglist: @mirandastuckinthe80s @roosterschanelslut (pls let me know if anyone else wants to be added too ; 0 ; )
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Beatrice chose this Saturday to work on some diy projects, since her house was still…fairly empty. It wasn’t a huge place, it was a loft with a medium sized backyard forty minutes from Hard Deck with a bit of a view from the beach. While it sounds very fancy, it wasn’t a new loft, it had issues hence why she was able to rent it, except she only had some pieces of furniture in her house: her bed, a couch, a coffee table and a small tv. Her other things, such as figurines or even pictures were still boxed up on the loft, right next to her bed, alongside the shelves she still had to put up.
Since she lived with her parents before she moved out, her things were minimal. So she thrift shopped a lot, she could find some fine stuff if she looked. Just like this 1965 oak armoire she was currently taking care of, kneeling on the concrete part of her backyard, wearing runner shorts that exposed the rest of her tattoos and a soft worn Care Bears top that once was part of a pajama set.
Her hair was pulled in a bun with a bandanna wrapped around her forehead to prevent any strands from sticking to the fresh coat of varnish. Humming alongside the rhythm of Kokomo coming out of the small speaker she had on the floor inside her living room, Beatrice was in her own little world.
Lying down on the floor not so far from the little speaker, part of her body coming out of the sliding glass door with her head on her paws, was Bea’s companion Jolene. an eight months old auburn Pitbull who was probably the calmest guard dog she ever had. She was the runt of the litter from her parents’ dogs back home, whom she took on herself to take care of so she wouldn’t pass while still a puppy. “So, Jo,” Bea straightened her position, “What do you think?”
Jolene’s little eyebrow dots raised, honeyed brown eyes looking at the oak armoire without moving her head, huffing a bark of approval. Bea grinned, leaning down to peck the top of her brown head, “Thank you,baby, I knew you’d give me your most sincere opinion.” the pitbull’s tail tapped on the wooden floor but she remained lying down, so Bea got back on the task at hand.
Jo’s head suddenly snapped, looking towards the front door with the softest bark of warning, then rose to her paws, claws clicking on the wooden floor as she stared at the door handle with her head tilted. Bea could hear the soft whining from her dog, looking up when the person opened the door, immediately crouching down to give her dog belly rubs. “Shells?”
Shells baby voiced Jo a few more seconds before standing up to close the door, “Hey babes.” she announced, tossing her bag on the grayish blue couch, disappearing on her friend’s kitchen to get some water, showing up only to lean on the doorframe, pulling her sunglasses over her head, “Wow, you really are doing great!”
“Thanks.” Bea grinned “I thought you were coming over tomorrow?”
“I mean yeah,” Shells groaned, sitting on the floor after kicking her shoes, letting her bare feet touch the cool concrete while Jolene moved closer, settling herself between the blonde and the open door, “But I thought about visiting you before we moved this monster up the stairs.”
“Oh…oh that's okay.”
“You sure we’ll be able to do it?” Shells questioned, leaning on a hand, “I know your brothers helped you with most of your furniture and this was UPSed over from San Fran, so the heavy lifting wasn’t made by us delicate maidens.”
“I think we can. It’s not that heavy.” Bea didn’t see the way Shells flit her eyes in her direction, sipping the water so she’d hide the growing smirk on her face “Besides I can’t ask my brothers to travel just to help me.”
“Yeah…” Shells drawled off, “It’s a shame there are no buff men who’d help us…like…naval officers who probably work out with a lot more weight than that.”
Bea stopped moving the brush, their eyes meeting and the brunette’s eyebrows crinkled in confusion, “I’m not asking anyone from the bar to help me!”
“You sure?”
“Yes!”
Shells hummed, “I mean…I know some people who’d help with the promise of clearing their tab.”
“I’m not bringing a stranger in my house, Shells!”
“Who said it’d be a stranger?” Shells said, this time not even hiding her smirk, narrowing her eyes playfully when realization hit Bea’s face, her cheeks flaming once she caught what the blonde was talking about. Beatrice’s flushed face seemed to shine under the San Diego sun, making her pale skin turn tomato red.
“No! No, no!” Bea shook her head,swiping the brush faster on top of the armoire, “I-I, I’m not asking anyone to help me, we’ll do just fine!” just the thought, the image of Rooster and the other officers inside her house was enough to make her dizzy…or it was the varnish, she didn’t know anymore. “We just have to be careful.”
Shells chuckled, resting her elbow on her knee while still holding up her head, “You are denying yourself from seeing naval officers without their shirts,” she saw Bea’s throat bob, “Glistening with sweat, ripped like the greek gods of old–”
“Shells,”
“Biceps bulging while they hold up the armoire up the stairs,” she leans closer to her friend, “Rooster taking off his shirt because it’s gotten so hot–”
“Stop!!” Bea squeaked out, dropping the brush to cover her face, feeling her whole body shivering just at the thought. Her face was on fire and she whimpered quietly, almost curling on herself trying to get rid of the imagery only managing to mutter out “I hate you.” through her fingers.
“Do you really?”
“Yes.”
“You say that now,” Shells grins, “But when you get those dancing pecs inside your little abode you’ll say ‘wow Shells, you were right.”
Beatrice groaned, letting her hands slide from her face to slap the top of her plushy thighs, shoulders dropping, “You don’t even know they’ll say yes.” she counters, “They are too busy.” but Shells remained undeterred, her smug grin only getting wider, much to her friend’s chagrin.
“Let’s make a bet.”
“...a bet.”
“Yep,” she holds out her hand, “If I manage to get them to help us tomorrow, you’ll make me that chocolate cake we had in college years ago.”
Bea’s eyes moved from her friend’s hand to her eyes, “and if they don't??”
“I’ll take up your shifts for two weeks without complaining.” Bea’s body straightened, widening her eyes at the proposition, widening her eyes in surprise. It was a bold bet, something that Shells would never suggest if she wasn’t sure she’d win.
Bea sighed heavily, already fearing the worst, then clapped her friend’s hand in a handshake, “Deal.” she tried to ignore her friend’s triumphant smile, huffing to herself.
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Hard Deck during the weekend was insane, the number of naval officers doubled the moment Saturday rolled around, even more than friday. So the bar was in full force, which was good enough of a distraction for Bea, she could forget the bet from earlier today, hoping that they’d be too busy to actually do something and she wouldn’t have to worry!
Shells, however, kept her eyes on the known group once they got in. Her eyes met Bea’s for a brief second, panic in her green irises as she poured bourbon on a man’s glass, not moving her eyes from Shells until she was called away. The blonde smirked, playing innocent while wiping some of the glasses, seeing a blur of color approaching the bar, “Hello Rooster.” she didn’t even look up at him, but when she did the smile only widened, seeing him darting his eyes quickly to Bea on the other end, “The usual?”
“Yeah, thanks.”
The blonde hummed, walking past Bea “Passing throoough~.” she drawled with a laugh, much to the brunette’s chagrin, who sent a glare over her shoulder. Shells was quick to get the usual beers for the pilots, bumping Bea’s hip with a knowing grin before reaching Rooster on the counter, “There you go, the usual. You can take all of it?”
Rooster scoffed, “Sure can.” Shells hummed, then sighed loudly, looking at Bea putting her best worried friend façade, mentally cheering when Rooster turned his head to the brunette, “Something wrong?”
“Oh you know,” she sighed again, “My friend is having some issues with her furniture.”
“Issues?”
She bit her cheeks hard, still putting on the worried character, lowering her eyebrows, “Gosh yeah…there’s this armoire in her house, she can’t find anyone to help her out with it…and the two of us? We could get hurt carrying it up the stairs.” God she could already taste that chocolate cake, victory surely tasted sweet. “She could call her brothers but they live so far away…gosh I don’t know what she could do.”
It was in his eyes, she could see it. He was about to suggest it, “Is it a big armoire?”
“It isn’t small.”
He bit his lower lip, looking over his shoulder to the other pilots, “I’ll be right back.”
“Sure thing! Take your time~” she watched the pilot walk away, giggling gleefully, rubbing her hands together like an evil mastermind. She could wait, she could savor the sweet sweet taste of rich chocolate while he was gone, not being able to control her movements as she danced to whatever song was in the jukebox.
“You look very proud of yourself.” Bea’s quiet voice came out accusingly, but it didn’t stop Shells.
“I just think you should definitely start buying the ingredients for my cake.” she giggled, “Since your beefcake is almost ready.”
“You are terrible.”
“I am.” she leaned closer to Bea’s ear, “You’ll thank me later.”
“Not if I kill you first.”
“Oho ho ho! Beatrice Schiavoni, are you threatening me?” She laughs harder when her friend remains silent, focusing on pouring the beer inside a glass, her cheeks flaming red. Then her eyes softened, her hips bumping Bea’s once again, “Come on, it’s not that bad.”
Bea just hums, “I’m freaking out.” she whispers, filling yet another glass, “I don’t know—I–”
“Hey,” Shells cuts her off, smiling gently at her friend’s worried gaze, “You’ll be okay. I’ll be there too, you won’t be alone.” Beatrice nodded in silence, biting her lower lip hard, then picking the two glasses to the couple waiting on her side.
It took thirty minutes for Rooster to come back, crossing his arm over the counter “Shells?” she turned to him with her eyebrows raised in a ‘yes?’ expression, “I think we could help your friend out with this armoire.”
Feigning surprise, Shells placed a hand over her heart, “Oh, Rooster you guys don’t have to.” she should win an Oscar for that performance, “You must be so busy.”
“It’s Sunday, we are free tomorrow.”
“We-ll,” Shells drawls, “If it’s not a bother…” She turned her head to Bea, who looked like a deer in the highlights, her lips parted in shock before she quickly tried to appear busy cleaning the bar counter.
Meanwhile Bea was trying to keep her breathing down, her cheeks heating up so much she thought she could fry an egg on them if she so wished. She crouched down behind the bar just to fake being busy, but she was just clenching her eyes hard and trying to be invisible. But someone cleared their throat above her head, so her eyes snapped open, tilting her head upwards to see a known mustached beefcake looking down at her, “Oh…hi.”
“Hey,” he leaned forward a bit more, “You okay?”
“Uh!Um, yeah!Just…” she moved her hands vaguely to the shelves, trying to think of anything, “Just–checking the sugar.” what sugar, there was no sugar there. She was losing her mind. She slowly stood to her feet, wringing her hands together, “Something you…um need?”
Rooster chuckled, crossing his arms over the counter, “Not really, Shells said you are having problems taking an armoire up the stairs at your place.”
Bea clenched her fingers tightly, almost cutting circulation, “She did, did she?” she just sends her friend the most venomous glare she could when she saw Shells going to a table. The blonde in response just blew her a kiss.
“She said it’s a big one too.”
“It’s not that big.” she tried to say, then frowned, “Well, I mean…kind of. I guess it is a bit big.”
“If it’s so big you girls shouldn’t have to do it alone. It’s dangerous.” he explains, then juts his thumb over his shoulder to the group of pilots who were already looking their way, “We can help you no problem.” Bea licked her lips nervously, tugging the lower portion into her mouth to chew on it, pressing on the plump flesh repeatedly. Rooster leaned forward, as if he wanted to tell her a secret,”Safest moving business you’d ever get.”
That made a soft laugh leave her lips, her head dipping enough for a strand of brown hair slipping from her bun before she quickly tucked it behind her ear “If…if there’s no problem.” her whispered response was so quiet he almost didn’t hear her, “I wouldn’t want you guys getting hurt either.”
“Believe me, an armoire is child’s play.” he grinned and Bea looked down at her hands, the shyness returning with full force, “What time should we go there?”
“Oh!I…I don’t know? Maybe…around ten?” she suggested with a small smile, “O-Or whenever you guys are free.”
“How about I give you a call?”
Her soul left her body when he suggested it, sucking in a deep breath “O…Okay.” she tapped her jeans in hopes to find a piece of paper, choosing to write it down on a napkin instead. Leaning over the counter to write down her number and address - she couldn't believe she was giving him her information, even if it was innocently enough it never crossed her mind - ending up the sentence with a smiley face, frowning because it was out of habit but couldn’t put herself to scratch over it “Here.”
He took the napkin, looking down at her writing and chuckling at the added smiley face at the end. “Thanks.” she just nods silently, rubbing her arms. It was enough for him to see her tattoos, “I like your tattoos.”
“Oh!Oh um, thanks.” she looks down at her own arms, where several tattoos littered about, “I’ve had some of them for a while now.”
“Bet some of them have stories.”
“Hah, yeah, well, some.”
“Rooster! Come on man! We need someone else for the pool!”
The sandy haired pilot looked over his shoulder to see Fanboy waving his arm, dropping his head with a sigh, “Duty calls.” he says with a shrug, but holds the napkin between his index and middle finger, making sure she sees him putting it on his breast pocket, tapping it for good measure, “See you tomorrow, Bea.”
“S-See you!” She could only watch until he disappeared into the crowd and her body felt weak, having to lean back against the wall, cupping her heated cheeks before hurriedly telling Penny she’d go on her break, not seeing the older woman’s knowing smirk.
#bradley rooster bradshaw#rooster bradshaw#bradley bradshaw x oc#top gun maverick#boy am i down bad#like woof man#bradley bradshaw x reader#no thoughts head empty
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HEY LINDS this is my Official Attempt to sway you towards perciver i hope you like it and that it doesnt turn you off them forever, now first off!
general relationship potential:
percy and oliver are in the same year and as far as we know they are the only boys in gryffindor in their year which makes them not only roommates but also the only boys in their room. for seven years.
percy is incredibly misunderstood by his whole family pretty much always, they all avoid him or are rude to him or just misunderstand him completely. with oliver's proximity its very likely hes the first person ever in percys life to properly observe him and understand him!!!
percy is the most career driven singleminded ambitious motherfucker in gryffindor.... second only to oliver!!! who is the most quidditch obsessed bitch on this planet and arguably has more solid career goals of anyone in that entire series. they are hyperfocused! they are girlbossing! they are not getting a wink of sleep bc they both get so lost in their work they forget what time is!
classic jock/nerd combo except oliver is a jock who is secretly a nerd (think of all the quidditch stats!!) and percy is a nerd who is secretly a jock (percy is a master spellcaster and nobody can convince me otherwise, that man fought multiple death eaters on his own at the battle of hogwarts and you do not get that kind of skill from just sitting behind a desk)
idk theres honestly a lot of directions one could take them but theyve just got so much chemistry and so much in common but also different and theyve got so much potential
(in my head they are the definition of autism/adhd solidarity but i know that not everyone hcs them that way which is cool too)
now for fic recs!!!
Twenty-nine - 85k - Endrina
percy weasley-centric fic that is honestly one of the most creative interpretations of him ive ever read, it goes deep into his past and his canonic decisions and stuff but theres a twist to it that is just gold, also its a whodunit where oliver's been framed for murder and only percy knows hes innocent its very very good and definitely played a huge part in me falling in love w percy's character
A New Life - 89k - AnotherAuthor, myroaringtwenties
percy and oliver meet post-war and help each other get their lives moving forward again, its very well written and very sweet but mind the tags its kinda heavy at points, it doesnt shy away from how hard the war was on everyone but the community that the weasleys and the quiddich players have is very warm and i love it
At least he has great abs - 12k - Irisen
this one is a cute shorter nonmagic soulmate au where oliver is a famous footballer and percy is a politician and they end up being soulmates, its very funny and light and i just enjoy it
(also i am technically writing a perciver fic rn its called Rely On Me and the first two chapters are up on ao3 but its my first fic attempt and i havent updated it all summer bc Life so pls dont feel obligated to read it i just felt like it would be weird if i didnt mention it)
anyway! i hope you enjoyed this if nothing else and if you read these or find other perciver fics or just wanna talk about em lmk bc i am always down to talk perciver i love them with my whole heart and soul <3
josephine hello. is this from literally ten months ago? perhaps it is. but i'm here now.... you mentioned perciver earlier and it reminded me that this has been sitting in my inbox for SO LONG
alright let's get into this
• iconic of them to be alone in a dorm for seven years together that already screams soulmates
• you're so right these two get their minds set on something and they're going to get it they're going to achieve whatever they want (tbh i already think they should put that energy toward like Getting Together but i distress)
• nerd jocks! a slay tbh
• i see the autism adhd thing i get it
• i also think like yeah i agree they have a lot in common when you dig into them but from one glance it's like ? these two? really? but then you see who they are at their core and it's like oh of course how could you think anything else (i have a lot of characters and dynamics that this sorta concept applies to i get it)
also love the inclusion of fic recs which i will check out when i am back to reading <3 consider myself convinced (it did not take much you already convinced me by just sending this ask)
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Hey!! Just a reminder:
You and me can actually be putting ourselves in danger by having Tumblr accounts.
(a post about internet safety) <pls reblog!!/nf>
Idk about y'all but I'm actually FUCKED if my classmates find this account. The only reason that they don't bully me in an obvious/reportable way is because I fucking tell the teachers.
But guess what, if they find out I'm non human,an age regressor, bi, trans, have bpd, am self diagnosed with autism, etc;
I'm absolutely damned.
I won't be able to tell anyone, bc guess what? The adults in my life are in general prejudiced, even about things that are more normalized. Like being trans. If I can't tell them about being trans (for example) who will I call for help about being non human? No one. I will lose my remaining friends and all the little respect I have left. I can lose everything and my life will become hell.
These kinds of things spread and even if I can convince my parents to change schools (without revealing the problem), people might know!!
I'm not saying this to scare people, I'm just saying:
Be careful!
... Because you never know, some people are just evil, and will go through these communities/tags just to be a bully about it. Y'know, those people who make cringe compilations, raid discord servers, or just hate on our communities in general. This is the internet, and no matter how safe you think you are, you really aren't.
So don't post your face uncensored, location/address, real name, etc.
You can absolutely ignore this, I myself have not respected these "rules" in the past.
And just so you know:
I'm not asking you to delete your account, I'd be a hypocrite.
I'm just asking you to be careful. To be safe.
#serious post#internet safety#otherkin#therian#non human#otherkins of tumblr#nonhuman#alterhuman#wolfkin#otherkinblr#therian community#agere#age regression#lgbtq#lgbt#gay#queer#mogai#trans#lgbtqai#lgbtqia+#non binary#transphobia#prejudice#tw transphobia#tw prejudice#agere sfw#age regression sfw
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Hey, so I got into spirituality a while ago and I am also have adhd and derealization. I started treatment for that and I know you are probably not a medical professional. But I wanted to ask you anyway, if you have any tipps to be present and feel oneness. I had short phases already, where I had no thoughts and it was the best thing ever. I also had my first few manifestations. Since I am an empath I take so much negative energy from other people in. I am either totally stressed out or completly at peace. I feel like I am improving so much but at the same time it feels like my life is falling apart.
Thank you for your content and your help in advance.
(Also English is not my first language.)
Hey,
Also why did you even assume I am not a medical professional? You don't know anything about me like how am I a neurologist or even a psychologist 💀?!
I literally opened a clinic and then turned down the whole thing after it was half way done because it will take too much time from my life
This was personal so anyways lmao
First of all,
Don't go to a therapist/psychiatrist
Pick a good psychologist for yourself, we are better! most of the time you don't need any medication also you wanted to ask me anyway about the tips to feel present and oneness....!
Work on your self-concept
You can buy the packages I have with coaching since you are already diagnosed with something you will get somehow an extra discount!
Use these affs
- I live in the present moment
- I am in the present moment
Also that empath thing - it's not even real
It's mostly because of your childhood and your parents
Like this sh is literally made up - it describes how you feel and it's just there for you to understand what state are you in BUT NOT to identify yourself with "I am an empath" so quit it you didn't meet the actual YOU yet!
You just didn't work on your self-concept
And when you are talking about taking bad energies from people!!
I mean people don't exist!! Then where are these energies are coming from?? It's you creating it JUST ASSUME THE BEST in fact you can't feel anyone's feelings - you can decide their feelings but you can't take it inside of you or feel it instead of them!
Nothing is actually real
This physical reality isn't real
What is real is your imagination
Did you read about eiypo? Read about it (the right ones pls not the wrong ones)
Did you read the law of assumptions post on my pinned post? Read it
You are literally manifesting all this and you just didn't have your first manifestation baby everything in your life is literally a manifestation!
That's it
Your life feels like it's falling apart because you feel like you are out of control THAT'S WHY I MADE THIS TAPE FOR EVERYONE CAUSE THEY NEEDED IT!! 💀
Because I already know what most of the people in this world is i made a lot of researches and that's another reason why you see many successes from this tape yes they aren't just the affs they are benefits too! So yeah!!
You are very welcome baby!
I would love to talk to you in my DMs due to your situation! Cause you really have something different!
I really hope you never stop getting better and I hope you stop identifying yourself with something that's not really you! I want you to move on to another level to find out who are you fr without all of this!
It's all about self-concept
#law of assumption#loa#neville goddard#self concept#loassumption#loa success#success stories loa#self development#self esteem#empathy#non dualism#non duality#nonduality#nondualism#mental health#adhd#neville#affirmations#positive affirmations#self awareness#awareness#edward art#tw ed rant#mental
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hey! has been seeing your rogue trader posts for a while, and can't help but ask, who is the mysterious ym? I pieced together that he's mara/rt kid (???) or maybe i'm completely misenturpreted. also I'm very new to 40k to know if it's even possible between the species.
anyway pls take this ask as an opportunity to ramble about him, and/or your rt's relationship with the murderous stick bug, i'm very curious <3
Oh! Omg yeah I can tell you about him!
You didn't misinterpret, YM is absolutely those two's Warpspawn, to the misfortune of everyone around him. Originally he started out as goofing with @poetikat because decent sense says Cas and Marazhai should not be parents (together) but he got too fun as his own thing so just exists now, although he's still semi-canonical until I finish my second run. (As to whether half-Aeldari exist in canon: it's very complicated, but its one of those things, to me, where personal HC is king because its 40k, rules don't matter that much if its not battle related.)
The rest under the cut because this got kind of long lol.
I’ll go backwards and talk about his parents first, and then YM.
So, to start, I always kind of see Casimira/Marazhai more as kindred spirits rather than a full corruption thing. They both are heavily shaped by growing up with high-status backgrounds within very harsh “prove yourself worthy or die” societies, and despite being proud members of their respective cultures end up exiled from their homes and stuck somewhere entirely unfamiliar to them. And as much as I find romanced!Mercenary ending a little funny (why should I pay you? Your wife has Profit Factor tf?) I do like that it establishes that they still maintain a lot of independence from each other. Like sure, Marazhai is Casimira's [romantically] and he sees her as his equal but he doesn't want to actually be her xenos pet and does want to build something for himself outside of her.
Personally, I see their relationship as being on pause while he goes off to found his mercenary group (RIP Astartia Werserian). The Kasballica being the ascendant faction of the Expanse by the endgame proper and the Corsair!Yrliet "Alaitoc war" ending half a century later certainly gives Marazhai plenty of opportunity to find work. His mercenary group is one of the best in the Expanse by the end half of the war and only then does he come back to Casimira. Of course when they are back together they're never apart for more than a few years at most, in part because one of the convenient things about him being a famous mercenary captain and her being a Rogue Trader is that they always have a plausible excuse to be around each other whenever they want. Their relationship is never public knowledge, but it's not necessarily a heavily guarded secret either. Those outside their immediate circle who do know are (usually) smart enough to keep their mouths shut about it.
“The Young Master von Valancius” (YM) is born roughly a century or so post-game, after the war with Alaitoc. He was an unexpected solution to a long-standing problem, ie, “Casimira not having an heir” and “it being difficult to find suitors willing to compete with a Drukhari.” YM is officially Cas' son only, although anyone close enough to her and/or Marazhai could put 2 and 2 together relatively easily, he's an even mix of both of them. However, as far as polite society is concerned, YM is a Genetor baby with an unstable genetic code that led to some mutations, but is otherwise, fully human. It also helps that Cas' features were more dominant when he was an infant, thus any official Public Space Christenings and the like could go off without much trouble (so long as a cap stayed on his head). For the most part, the mutant facade holds into adulthood, although when among the Aeldari he can be taken for a short Asuryani, but only at a distance, his eyes give him away (too human, too hungry looking).
As he grows up, YM does develop a love-hate relationship with being Casimira's heir, given that he is half-xenos and being set to rule over a giant population of humans. Firstly, he deals with this by holding a very idealized view of his parents, i.e., they are exceptional, therefore he is too, and as follows, anyone who doesn't see that he's special must be stupid and not worth his consideration. This inflated sense of himself and his place in the Expanse is helped along by the fact that he identifies himself as Drukhari first, and internalizes quite a bit of Marazhai’s “True Aeldari” bullshit (can YM call himself Trueborn though? debate of the century: 17k dead, 563k injured). Of course, as the child of a former Dracon and a Rogue Trader, he also sits at that unfortunate intersection between “incredibly spoiled” and “weighed down by immense expectations'' that tends to make him a very difficult person to be around to put it kindly. Marazhai is usually the easier parent to please, given that he and YM enjoy much of the same violent pastimes. Cas is the parent he tends to come into conflict with more, and much of his acting out specifically manifests as avoidance, especially towards complicated or tedious tasks he feels should be beneath him. Unfortunately for YM, his mother is very strict about him actually being a competent Rogue Trader, and thus the Most Special Heir does, in fact, have to come down off his pedestal and learn how to file his own administratum paperwork and the like.
Other YM Tidbits that I'll List for Speed
(Mostly canon for him so far/Stuff I haven't previously mentioned)
Soul quality-wise YM isn't two feet from Slaanesh's jaws the way most Aeldari are. But his soul is stained in a similar but stronger way as his mother's. He doesn't need it to live, but a general appetite for suffering is just a part of his being and something he has to deal with. Also, realspace doesn't affect him, but Warp incursions definitely do. Although the effect isn't as strong as Marazhai or Yrliet would feel, it's still enough to be a problem that keeps him from being fully "present" during frequent/consecutive Warp travel without some kind of coping mechanism (usually murder).
There are four Werserians that he's raised alongside as a child. They are all close as siblings and he is loyal to them secondary only to his loyalty to his parents. He will occasionally even take their advice before anyone else’s, which is good because they're a lot more sensible and levelheaded than he is. But also, that Werserian strong moral fiber tends to come into conflict with the fact that YM is very much a product of his parents and thus can be very reckless with other people and hard to accept fault when his pride is hurt. This may or may not get one of them killed at some point.
Despite the fact that YM considers himself to be Drukhari, Commorite culture doesn't interest him that much, mostly because he understands he would not be welcome there. However, he does hold an intense fascination for Casimira’s home planet and Ashleen culture. Iocanthos sits in his head as Human!Commorragh, and therefore is probably one of the best human worlds by his limited estimate. The fact that Iocanthos is a place he will never see, with relatives he'll never meet, and only exists in his mom’s (rose colored) stories about it also adds to the romanticism of the place with very little opportunity for it to disappoint him. Unlike the human planets and populations of the Koronus Expanse, who he encounters every day, and who largely suck (Foulstone and Kiava Gamma especially).
Inasmuch as YM does develop a lot of unearned self-importance because of who he is, he does find himself privately frustrated by the fact that he doesn't actually have many ways to prove/validate himself in the ways his parents would've had to. There eventually gets to be a period of time in his young adulthood where he is much less invested in his education as the “Rogue Trader’s Heir” and starts getting himself into dangerous trouble mostly just to see if he can. Eventually Cas does agree to let him (discreetly) travel across the Expanse and the Webway with Marazhai for a few years so he can get his taste for adventure sated. This is absolutely throwing him off the deep end so far as gaining experience goes, and Marazhai is a lot less forgiving of YM’s fuck ups, but he does survive the ordeal in mostly one piece.
#anyways thanks for asking about him this genuinely made my day#sorry i took so long to answer but as you can see there's a LOT lol would you believe this is the truncated version#YM#casimira von valancius#asks#alcassin
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Hi Nikki! I just read through your answer from your most recent anon ask and your amazing tags too, of course.
anyways. pls say more things.... 👀
I love this post-cos HC. so interesting!
HI!!!! First off, I have to say I’m quite honored you messaged me because you’re one of my fav fma artists!! When I think of my early years in this fandom, your art is one of the things I think of 🥰🥰
OKAY. SO. POST-COS. Like I said in my previous post, I think they definitely fudged Alfons’s papers for Alphonse. Ed was his roommate, he would have had possession of all the stuff Alfons, my poor boy, left behind, and it was the 20’s, it wouldn’t have been too hard to forge the documents a little further to match Al’s age, appearance, etc. Idk why, but I feel like they would have lied on the papers and said Al was older than he was, maybe to get government agencies off his and Ed’s backs in case they wanted to force Al into school or foster care or something. I could see them saying he’s like 15/16, and since he is mentally like 16, I don’t think it’d be too hard to pull off. He’d just be a little short for his supposed age (oh how the tables have turned!!)
Anyway, I think directly post-movie, Ed and Al (and Noah!) went on to have adventures all over Europe while trying to find and destroy the bomb, similar to how they ran all over Amestris to find the stone. And this is a more lighthearted hc but imagine them getting to travel to all these amazing places and learning all these brand new cultures!!! I know Al’s had his body back for a while post-CoS, but I think he would absolutely love all the new foods, experiences, etc.
Did they succeed in destroying the bomb? Either they did (great!) because the Axis powers didn’t use uranium bombs, or they didn’t and somehow it ended up with the Americans. Oppenheimer who??
Either way, personally, I think the boys stayed in Europe through the war. I mean, it would have been difficult to leave after a certain time, but they’re also not ones to leave a fight when they can stay and help people. Also, I feel the need to point out, by the time the war was in full swing, Ed would have been late thirties, so for this next headcanon, you need to be envisioning older, Hohenheim carbon-copy Ed. But I think Ed and Al would 1000% join the underground resistance. Can’t you see them doing that?! Secret missions to blow up or set fire to government buildings to destroy as many records as they could, sabotaging railway lines, things like that. They both have incredible knowledge of science, especially chemistry, and Ed was in the military, these things would have made them super knowledgeable and super effective to a resistance.
But I also think they would have been in constant danger, I could see them having to stay hidden or be on the run constantly (but hey! They’ve done that too, so they know how to do it!). Idk, I just feel like they might hide out with a resistance and help others to hide with them. And there would definitely be some doppelgängers in their midst, you just know it!!
That’s all I’ve got tbh. They would probably stay and try to help rebuild too after the war, but at the same time, I can see them just being tired of the constant fighting and running and turmoil they would have been through for over 30 years at that point. I can see them taking a step back and trying to lead more or less peaceful lives once the war ended.
As for how they ended up in Japan? I have absolutely no clue haha. I feel like after the war, maybe they continued to travel in search of knowledge, similar to how they did it at the end of the manga, and somehow it lead them to Japan, and they liked it, so they settled there!
Also, 84 year old Ed was definitely in attendance for the grand opening of the first Hot Topic in 1989. Just kidding (sort of…)
Sorry to everyone that has to scroll past this, this ended up much longer than I thought it would! Lol. Anyone who has post-CoS headcanons, feel free to come share them because honestly I think there’s a lot of directions they could’ve gone after the movie!
#I usually answer non-anon asks privately but I thought other people might wanna join in on the headcanon fun so I hope ya don’t mind!!#ask#I recently watched A Small Light about the Dutch resistance and tbh thats EXACTLY what I would imagine Ed and Al doing!#bees-not-boys#headcanons#long post
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hey liv how are you!! i’ve been craving some gut-wrenching angst lately, and i was wondering if you had a reclist for draco hating himself for loving harry, like he thinks it’ll always be unrequited or that they’ll never work, but can’t help himself either way? not sure if this is too specific or if i’m just describing pining!draco with a side of angst LOL, but i wanted to ask my favourite reccer! pls don’t feel pressured to answer (or to answer quickly), i know you get soo many requests!! thank you so much for everything you do 🤍
Hello anon! Hehe I see you’re a hardcore angst fan, I envy those whose heart can take it on big doses 🥲 I think you might enjoy these:
An Emerald In The Sky by corvuscrowned (M, 6.6k)
The hardest part about shagging an Unspeakable is that they’re not allowed to speak of anything. All Draco knows is that Harry works in Time. Harry works in Time, and while he’s out there in all of that time, it is as unforgiving to him as it is to anyone.
you've got the antidote for me by Kandakicksass (M, 20k)
When Harry Potter unintentionally severs their soulbond before it can fully form, Draco Malfoy resigns himself to a slow death and decides not to burden Harry with a soulmate he's made it very clear he doesn't want.
Tuxedo Angel by tryslora (E, 25k)
Harry and Neville are looking for the infamous Dragon Lily, a Dark witch active throughout Europe and Asia. Instead, they find the Tuxedo Angel, a beautiful witch performing in Rome.
Waiting By An Open Door by Femme and noeon (E, 29k)
Draco starts following Potterwatch secretly during the War. He wishes Potter would come save him too. But that sort of thing only happens in fairy tales, and Malfoys don't get fairy tale endings, do they?
Everything is Relative to You by @thehoneybeet (E, 43k)
Potter was supposed to have lived. Draco is certain of this. That Potter would no longer walk the earth was tantamount to the sun moving west to east across the sky. If only he could have stopped this from happening, if he’d have known…
The Boy Who Only Lived Twice by lettered (E, 54k)
Harry Potter is an Unspeakable. Draco Malfoy is the wizard who shagged him. Adventure! Intrigue! Secret identities, celebrities, spies! It's all right here, folks.
We Are Young (I'll Carry You Home Tonight) by Femme (E, 69k)
Harry and Draco have been falling into bed on and off again since the last election five years ago, much to the amusement--and financial gain--of their circle of friends.
Super Rich Kids by @thusspoketrish (E, 81k)
Draco Malfoy has become disillusioned by the glitz and glamour of the scandalous lives of the Post-Second Wizarding War Pureblood Elite.
Far From The Tree by aideomai (E, 112k)
The arrival of Harry Potter’s children—snapped back in time, the children themselves guessed, twenty or so years—was the most interesting thing to happen at Hogwarts for years.
Written on the Heart by who_la_hoop (E, 113k)
Unnerved by the attention he’s attracting from everyone – the Slytherins are the least of it, to be fair – and struggling with a raft of changes to Hogwarts itself, Harry wishes he could be happy that one constant remains: Draco Malfoy really fucking hates him.
Another Mask Behind You by lettered (E, 116k)
Draco is a high-end prostitute who hides his identity. Harry unknowingly hires him. And then there is porn, questions about identity, domestic bliss, more porn, and truth as seen through a web of lies.
Close Behind by @oflights (M, 134k)
To rescue Draco from the Underworld, Harry has to look forward. Unfortunately, Draco has to look back.
By the Grace by lettered (T, 140k)
Harry is an Auror instructor. Malfoy wants to be an Auror.
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hey guys! rhykar here..
so i js wanted to apologize for suddenly going offline and not telling anyone- aaaaaaaaaand let yall know that me and hayle are both gonna be online very sparingly from now until god knows when. ill still work on the fics cus writing is literally everything duh but they unfortunately no longer have set dates for when they'll be posted (psst: they never did). we both kind of just got yeeted into a very stressful and chaotic situation without any warning whatsoever, and its been very difficult to find people who are able to be in our corner of the world and help us out.
feel free to send us as many requests and asks as you want! you can send us asks/requests specifically for one of us (pls specify rhy or hayle), or js in general- and we'll answer them as soon as we can!
dunno what else to say cus my brain is stress induced mush, so uuuuuuuh yeah im gonna go now~
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Chapter 22 - Climbing Sky Peak
Otherwise known as *rolls dice*
...Oh my God-
YEAH SURE WHY NOT!!
This post is going to begin a little a lot more differently than usual. Going in, I knew the Sky Peak arc was going to be a nightmare of text boxes. So I did a little experimenting and took a video of its introduction in Rotom's Cafe - click here to watch that before moving onward.
(Obligatory apologies for many potentially distracting things, including but not limited to: crooked pictures, cloudy lighting, the camera refocusing randomly, random hand cameos, and specks of dirt on the screen.)
I mean—
(I can’t seem to find the artist for this‚ if anyone happens to know who it is pls hmu so I can credit)
Exactly! Let's follow Rhydon's lead and head forth to check out this mountain-
...Er, right. I mean, the Cloudy Well. (Is this the pollution I was foreshadowing?)
Actually, the name feels reminiscent of a level from Spyro 🤔
Butseriouslythisissogodd*mnfunnyamythicalvillagefullOFONIXLMAAAAOOOO
Also don't worry about Team Frontier partially out of frame there, we'll get to them in a minute.
I've played this game for I don't know how many years now, and I literally only had this thought just now-
...But why didn't some flying Pokémon just bypass the ruined mountain pass? Sure, it's inaccessible to everyone else, but unless the entire peak was scorched earth, there's... really no reason for it to have become shrouded in mystery. 🤷♀️
Uh, I think that if you lead us on an arduous trek of one of the highest mountains on the continent only for us to arrive at the peak and go "haha just kidding, the treasure was the friendships we made along the way ^-^" I will actually kill you. FYI.
"Hey, Teresa? What do you think? Should we let Onix join us?"
*says no* *gets stuck in a recursive formula* *breaks the world*
...Just kidding, of course 😅
Team Heavenly is more or less prepared already, so of course my top priority is talking to the NPCs.
We... We can't request... a what?!
I have no idea why "rescue" is randomized like a dungeon name here. And in case you think this is a one-off:
??????????
I just thought the idea of a merchant Clefairy (actually he replaces Pelipper, but I digress) was so cute.
Ah and... Team Frontier... Oh man, where do I even begin?
Now, Jolteon is pretty fitting! I can especially see him with Breloom's style of speaking. He also ended up being a great asset in battles, so no complaints here.
So, let's address the Copperajah in the room. You must be wondering what the heck Deoxys is doing here. But clearly, he's the leader, right?
Wrong.
Don't ask how she took the throne. It's said she once razed an entire village with her fangs alone.
No, Deoxys is... a giggly space queen? Which might even be funnier than the phrase "Onix Village" 🤭
...Yeah, best of luck with that one, bud.
Because Onix is a very large Pokémon, I couldn't have anyone else on the team :( So it was just the three of us on this long, dreary trek.
The first section of Sky Peak Cloudy Well was dubbed "Significant Port." (I apparently didn't snap any pictures of the dungeon itself... whoops.)
But similar to this, the first floor was dead silent. No music. And it was snowing. Classic Mt. Silver creepypasta vibes.
Here's a fresh look at Teresa and Andrea's status, alongside Onix. Note the <100 HP despite being 11 levels higher than Andrea.
Onix wasn't bad, per se. She had Swords Dance, Megahorn, and Rock Blast, which is a heck of a combination tbh. That being said... this first dungeon was probably the hardest of them all in retrospect. At least half of that was due to Onix being super fragile, frequently getting OHKO'd by Aqua Jet of all things. (Yeah, Onix is 4x weak to water, but it's not like Aqua Jet is a very strong move.)
The other side of the difficulty coin was Furret and Blastoise both countering half the damage you dealt and, of course, Monster Houses galore. It got bad enough that I threw a Detect Band on Teresa, which did actually help me survive a future Monster House.
Has real big "WW1 Battlefield on Christmas Day" vibes. Lol, I'm sure this won't be an ominous sign of things to come, right?
(Spoiler: It Was.)
If you recall, there are ten station passes and clearings. Because of this, I'm throwing Sky Peak dungeon names into their own post, instead of stuffing them all in the guide. However, the guide itself will include a link to this "sub-guide." As we traverse each station pass, I'll highlight their titles in bold.
Speaking of, the Second Station Pass was known as Sandy Bay...
(Did you mean: Normandy Beach?! Okay yes technically a different war, but listen-)
And we got ambushed by Andrea's brothers and sisters 😭We BARELY made it out of this one, with Andrea hanging on by a thread. So I was ecstatic to pick up a Foe-Hold Orb... only to immediately lose it by spawning into a "mandatory" MH (i.e., in the same room as the stairs).
Okay folks, that's 30 images, so onwards to Part 2!
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Hey! Can you rec your favourite snowbaz fics? I keep seeing some posts in between that mention them and i am curious of the names. (Also I know a lot of people in fandom who refused to read the other two books but pls give them a shot. Awtwb is my fav, even more than CO!!)
PS. Shoutout to you and @kidovna for being the only active snowbaz and byler fans i know of! I feel represented!
HELL YEAH I CAN!!!!!!! ive had people ask me for byler fic recs and i couldnt even give them an answer bc literally the only fanfiction i ever read is snowbaz. ive read maybe 4 byler fics total but i read snowbaz fics multiple times a week which is honestly crazy considering i first read the book like 7 years ago and im still wanting more content every day.
most of these arent that long bc i personally like to read something i can read in one sitting or at most 2-3 days. but if you do want a wholeass novel boy do i have an author for you (philaetos).
the wheel by sleepdeprivedphilosopher
this is one of my favorite fics ever and its also by one of my favorite authors. its an au but theres still magic. simon and baz are in this never ending cycle of constantly being reincarnated in a new life together. theyre always rivals and simon always ends up killing baz but every life the situation for why theyre rivals is different. (this isnt a spoiler you find out pretty soon) the reason for this is that the first time simon killed baz he begged fate, who is like an actual personified thing you can talk to, to give him another chance so she “spun the wheel” and allowed him to be able to have another chance every time he messes up and kills him. so theyve been reincarnated for like centuries. its so good that i wish it was a whole book with completely new characters. i hope this author some day actually write a novel like this i love the plot so fucking much. it kinda reminds me of the show dark which is my favorite show of all time.
do as your told by IL46
also one of my favorite authors. they havent posted that much but everything they have i LOVE!!!!!!!! this one is my favorite tho. simon accidentally curses baz with a compulsion spell that forces him to do whatever anyone tells him to do and they work together with penny to try and create a counter spell for this ancient illegal spell that has no current counter. bazs life is pretty much ruined and hes really going through it but simon helps him. lots of hurt/comfort. i really loved this one.
love alarm by nevergonnacallmedarling
my favorite kinds of snowbaz fics are ones with a spell gone wrong and this is one of those. someone casts a spell that makes everyone whos within ten feet of someone theyre in love with have an alarm go off in their heart announcing their love. so baz is fucked and hes avoiding simon at all costs its really fun (not for him).
kiss it better by krisrix
this one SLAPS simon gets slashed by a goblin in the leg and the only way baz could help is with the kiss it better spell but hes so scared to do it bc he has to kiss the wound and ya know vampire and all that. i love this one.
a room just for two by krisrix
another banger by this author. its just late night conversations between the two of them and they slowly become more and more friendly and open up to each other more and more.
dream with eyes open by krisrix
i love this author ok. this ones about simon invading baz’s dreams over the summer break with “psychological warfare”.
sweet dreams by annabellelux
simon has nightmares so baz casts sweet dreams on him every night but that just leads to simon having romantic dreams about baz.
dont hate the player hate the game by annabellelux
i fucking love truth or dare fics
and these are some much longer ones if thats more what youre looking for. i actually am all here for the slowburn and thats it so ngl to you i ditched both of philaetos’ fics after they kissed even tho theres was so much left but i still recommend it because the slow burn slaps.
wondrous and mystical by philaetos
i fucking LOVE philaetos theyre fantastic. this one takes place right after baz gets back from being kidnapped and it really explores his trauma bc the book really brushed over the fact that he was literally locked in a coffin for over a month. so this is simon and baz slowly becoming friends and simon noticing that somethings definitely wrong with baz. i also like fics where simon finds out baz is gay well before they get together and that happens in this one.
ours by phileatos
this one everythings the same but baz has extremely bad internalized homophobia. i havent seen any other fics that arent aus explore this concept and i wish more people wrote it its an interesting take. baz honestly reminds me of mike in this fic.
the truth will set you free by sorbriqette
another classic fucked up spell trope. baz is spelled to tell the truth if hes hiding something he wants to tell someone so naturally he avoids everyone at all costs for weeks
i could recommend so much more honestly there are so many talented writers in this fandom. about the second and third books, im glad you loved them but i honestly will probably never read them for the same reason as me not finishing philaetos’ fics. im here for the slow burn i really dont care about established relationship that much when it comes to enemies to lovers (friends to lovers i eat it up but enemies i just love the angst). and i know they break up in the second book and i just KNOW id put the book down the second they do and never pick it up again even tho i know they get back together eventually. i just think carry on was perfect and i dont want anything to risk ruining it.
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hey diti, guess who?
yeah "kid" here 🙄. first of all, sorry for not letting you know before deactivating (ik i always told you before and shared the url of my new account too) but well, this time, unfortunately i no longer plan to return back.
there are a few reasons...some private and some ig you already know (refer to that memories wala post ka screenshot I had sent. yup, now you know). I really dont owe anyone an explanation but well, here goes.
whenever i used to post, i had to recheck stuff at least 20 times before posting (yeah i still kept the typos cuz ppl loved them ig) and id get anon messages of why am i posting shit (which is one of the reasons why I had anons open like for only half a day on the last blog) and whenever i didnt post, people would still have a problem.
and well, call me a bitch for the next reason but it sucks when you send someone messages and you get zero response back (yup, still had zero response before deactivating) but you see them answeing asks and reblogging posts and shitposting etc etc. It sucks when you were there for them when they needed someone and now they arent there for you when you needed them the most.
so yeah that was 2 of my many reasons for "poofing" .
to the people who would say "its not gonna be the same" well it will. think if this as the aftermath of a hurricane. sure you need time but you do get back on your feet. If desiblr could survive without me all these years, it can survive now too.
and well, ig it would help if yall forget me. (except my haters, keep doing black magic so that i die soon before i turn 20 next year) .
and diti, you are an amazing person ok? and i mean it. without you, idek how i would have survived the last few months. and good luck for your exams! GET THAT DEGREE YOU QUEEN (and hopefully you get your man too but remember, having a partner or not having a partner doesnt matter for the only person who is responsible for your success is you)
Adios!
~Cleo
I wanna literally go all feral cat on u and scratch scratch ok i literally cried WTF bro i leave for one day i feel so betrayed yet ilysm ok take care pls
I'VE TOLD U HUNDREDS OF TIME don't see how people see you they'll always be jealous of you being famous but like you have reasons and I'm no one to say anything
Who's this person DON'T U DARE TELL ME YOU'RE LEAVING ME AND TUMBLR bc of one person I'll kill u and find that person and kill them too you are making me angry now THIS IS DUMB CLEO COME BACK I'LL LITERALLY DIE WITHOUT OUR DAILY TEA SESHS😭😭😭
We literally can't ok i fucking can't ok i thought you'll return in a day this is cheating not accepted you can't leave without a proper goodbye I'LL CHAMAT YOU ZOOR SEE
You're making me cry😭😭 ilysm ok stay in touch plzzz plz plzz I'm begging
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Hey! It’s CureDeity (sorry tumblr makes me ask from my main). I am here, in your inbox today, to rattle my little empty coin can and ask you to list some of your favorite beyblade fanfics! I’m going around asking a lot of people this, so feel free to ignore it if you want, but I thought this might be a good way for people to shout out some of the fanfic they really enjoy! Btw, if you can, I thought it would be helpful to list which site this fic was on so others could find it easier if they wanted to.
Also, if you’ve written any fic (or have fic ideas, as we all know, imagining the same scene over and over again is the bread and butter of a writer), please also take this chance to have a massive, amazing ego and tell us which of your fics you're most proud of/is your favorite/etc.
WOOO LETS GO
I don’t read a ton of fics, mostly because I just don’t like reading as a whole and usually don’t have the energy for it, so I apologize if I skip over anyone
All of these are going to be on ao3 because I’ll die before I seriously venture into the wastelands (wattpad and ffnet)
So, starting with my own fics, tbh I tend to hate most of them immediately after I post them, but the two I’m most proud of still are A Confrontation and Hyoma’s Experience in Perpetual Loneliness. Both focus on characters with a lot of angst potential and I still really like how they came out. Confrontation made me genuinely upset while writing it so I was pretty dang confident in it, while Perpetual Loneliness explored a more bittersweet kind of feeling and the complexities of Hyoma’s attachment issues and ways of coping with loneliness in his life that i really like to develop. Also a shameless excuse to write soft domestic kyohyotsu, which is always a plus.
As for you deity, obviously you have a lot of bangers and carry the fanfic side of this fandom on your back, but a couple of my personal favorites from you are the one you made for me with a title too long for me to want to type it out and Ursa Minor. I love the gift fic for the super interesting story, wonderful interactions between starbreaker, emotional scenes that made me sob, and investment I felt in Faust and Zeo’s relationship, AND OBVS YOURE A FUCKING MADLAD FOR WRITING ME A 27K FIC WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU (I still have fanart I need to make of that btw I will get to it eventually I prommy). And Ursa Minor was one that I read early on getting into the fandom and it’s just really gentle and sweet and I liked it a lot. Obviously all your fics are bangers but those are my personal favs.
@lady-lazagna has so many bangers too it’s also hard to choose just a few. The first one that came to mind for me was her mayblade collection, which is just full of absolute bangers all the way through, and then I also remembered Warm Welcome Home because it was cute and made me laugh and I am indeed a sucker for tsujack content
OBVIOUSLY I can’t go without mentioning @heybeyby ‘s fdwdbg because as soon as shekel pitched the idea to me we talked about it for genuinely like 6 hours straight. Every time she brings up a new idea for it I start spinning around at rapid speeds and I am so excited to see how it takes the story in the future because it is gonna be so goddamn good.
One of my favorite fics ever of all time without a doubt is Irisviel101’s Chrysanthemum , which is probably obvious coming from me because it’s a takanosuke and sakyo centric fic, BUT IT IS SO GODDAMN GOOD AND CUTE AND FUNNY AND IT MAKES MY HEART EXPLODE EVERY TIME I READ IT AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH GOD ITS SO GOOD PLS READ IT IF YOU HAVENT
I also can’t go without mentioning Gesso by Arcylic because I absolutely adore how they wrote jack and Zeo together and it’s what made me absolutely fall in love with their friendship dynamic, and what originally inspired me to write Zeo’s Experience in Team Starbreaker
This one. This one goes without saying anything. I just totally adore it and I love the dynamics explored between the characters here.
There’s probably definitely some I’m forgetting here but these are a good couple I wanted to highlight
BUT ALSO.
I FORGOT ABOUT THIS UNTIL RECENTLY. I CANNOT REMEMBER WHEN THIS KYOYA/TSUBASA FIC WAS POSTED BUT I READ IT AGES AGO AND I ABSOLUTELY LOVED IT BUT I CANNOT FIND IT NOW. I HAVE NO IDEA WHO POSTED IT OR WHAT IT WAS CALLED AND ALL I HAVE OF IT IS THIS SCREENSHOT
I fucking loved this fic and I have no idea what happened to it
#praying I got all those links right#i was gonna add something else in the tags but I completely forgot what I was gonna say
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