#how am i supposed to learn to be good for sir without learning from other pups🥺
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How Did They Meet Their Genie! S/O?
Type of Writing: #10 - Poll Result
Characters: Rollo Flamme and Baul Zigvolt
Name: How Did They Meet Their Genie! S/O?
Original Poll Link: Here
A/N: I have rarely, if ever, written for these characters, so they may end up being slightly OOC. Sadly, I had no ideas for Fellow Honest- the guy is hard to write something like this for without it being severely OOC. I also could come up with no ideas for Kifaji, since I couldn't find much information on him, I'm sorry for that. But, do hope you enjoy this my lil bubbles🫧
P.S: The Reader is inspired by a mixture of the original story Genie, Aladdin's Genie, the Live-Action Genie and Jafar's Genie form
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⛪ Rollo was not amused when he learned some students from Night Raven were arriving at Noble Bell College for the yearly festival. And he was far from happy when he gained knowledge that their two strongest students were coming as well
⛪ That being the Prince, and future heir to the thrown, of Briar Valley, Malleus Draconia, and one of the most powerful fae magicians in the world, one considered to be a genie, Y/N L/N
⛪ He stood alongside his secretary and right-hand as the group of magic-users approached, and he caught sight of the supposed genie flying around and messing with a spikey green-haired boy
⛪ Grabbing his handkerchief, he pushed the piece of purple cloth in front of his frowning face, making the two faes cock eyebrows at his actions
⛪ But, it seemed the Prince brushed it off faster than the other fae, as they kept a close eye on him throughout their small tour of the grounds. They also seemed to stay close to a black-haired boy, which he later learned was named Jamil Viper
⛪ Now, normally Rollo did not go out of his way for these magic-users whenever they came by at his school, but for some reason he felt drawn to you more than anything
⛪ He had began to actually speak to you before he realized it. He had asked you about your time at NRC and what your relationship was with the magicless human, despite your fairly obvious hostility to him
" Y/N, I am not quite sure I understand why you are so tense around Sir Flamme. Could you explain the reasoning behind it? "
⛪ Looking at Malleus, you sighed and played with a small blue figurine that you had been gifted by your guardians long ago, and you just handed him a red one as he looked at you with questioning eyes
" I have been told this story for many years, Mal. And it goes like this; Long ago, a young boy fell for a beautiful princess. But, due to their differences in rankings, they could not be together, and seeing the opportunity to gain some better status and power, her father's helper had seen complete red when the man began using a special power to seduce the princess. "
" What was this power? "
" A magic user. Back then, they were very rare. And very sought-out by men and women alike. Now, once he had gotten a hold of the magic-user, he had begun to trick the princess that he was a prince, in order to win her heart. "
⛪ Rollo stood behind the pillar, wondering on what in Twisted Wonderland you were speaking about? Was this some story from the Scaling Sands that he had not read about?
" What did the King's helper do about the swindler's treachery? "
" The only thing he knew how to do; report it once found out. And, once he notified the Sultan, the man was found and handed about, though nobody knows for certain what happened to him. Most likely death. But, for his accomplishment in saving the princess, he was granted a magical lamp, and he used the powers to become Sultan. "
" How impressive. Are these figures them? "
" They're a form of the story. In there, the Sultan's helper was the enemy and had thrown the princess and Sultan into servitude like he was stuck in. And this blue one that I am holding was the 'good genie' who had been helping the swindler out. "
⛪ Gripping his handkerchief tighter inside his pocket, Rollo began to stroll away, not sparing any thought of you and the Prince of Briar Valley being outside past hours in the field speaking of nonsense
⛪ Once he reached his room, Rollo slammed the door shut as softly as he possibly could before looking around his room in a frenzy. Why did he want to pull that Dragon Fae away from you and escourt you to your room at that moment?
⛪ No matter, he needed to focus on his plan. And nothing, not even someone like you, would be able to change his mind...
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🐊 Ever since the war began, there have been many fae and humans alike falling to their shared enemy. Unfortunately, as of late, the humans have been gaining the upper-hand
🐊 This action was leading the Draconia family to improvise by sending in some fae from outside of Briar Valley, and there was a new group of them being added this week
🐊 And these fae were all from the Scaling Sands, a land inhabited by humans, though they chose no side during the war, due to being farther away and thriving on their own without any greed of land catching their minds
🐊 You had dressed in your get-go, that being a dragon's, and set your sights on collaborating your battalion's style of fighting with General Lilia's
🐊 Baul wasn't able to take a simple rest when he heard that you were going to be alone with their leader
🐊 He wanted to trust you, really he did, but you lived somewhere full of humans, you may end up betraying them if you caught sight of someone that you possibly knew
🐊 So, grabbing his mask and uniform, he slapped it on quickly before heading out and hiding behind a tree, concealing his presence from both you and Lilia
🐊 Once he reached where you both resided, he watched with a stink-eye similar to that of a sniper trying to take down one of the most dangerous people in history with one bullet left
" Commander Y/N, if I may ask, how have you lived alongside those humans, those mortals, for so long without an issue? "
" It's quite simple, General Vanrouge. I have had many connections to the higher-ups in their society. One being a being from a long time ago, maybe hundreds of years? Huh, my memory of time seemingly has gone down, I apologize. "
🐊 Speaking so formally yet freely was something that Baul had never heard about happening with the General of the Fae army before, how remarkable
🐊 Wait- what was he thinking?! You were a possible enemy! He has to stay focused!
" Do you perhaps remember this being by any chance? "
" Ah yes I do. Quite well, actually. I may not remember just how long ago it has been, but I do remember the man with precision. "
" Would you mind telling me about this mystery man? "
" Of course not. "
🐊 Taking a breath, Baul watched as your hand sputtered out some blue flickers, which forms into smokes and into small figures, one being teal, another being white, then red, blue, orange, purple, and a final resting light tan
" This one, is a woman, a princess from hundreds of years ago. And the small white one was her father, the Sultana and the Sultan. This blue character is a magic-user from way-back-when, our light tan in a swindler, and our red is our main character of this beloved legend and story mashup. Now, the young swindler had come across this magic-user, and he asked if they could put themselves to good use and help him try to sway the princess into a relationship. And, due to magic being a more rarity back then, nobody had suspected anything tricky taking place. Until the red one here, a man now known as the Sorcerer of the Sands, found out about the plot. "
🐊 Sitting up slightly as his shoulders sank down in a relaxed position, Baul found himself listening to the story with just as much attention as he gave to glaring at you from behind
" The Sorcerer of the Sands had eventually gotten enough information and turned the swindler in, leading in the arrest of the young man and eventual fate, one in which nobody knows, though, many believe he was executed for the crime of seducing the princess and plotting both overthrowing the Sultan, basically usurping the thrown, and treason. Now, while the swindler got punished for his actions, the respected-Sorcerer had stood proudly against the Sultan and was granted the object known as a 'magic lamp'. With this lamp, he made the wish to become Sultan. Now, while this story's final ending is shrouded in mystery, some suspect that the swindler broke out and stopped the Vizier from attempting to kill the royal family, while in some the Vizier married the princess and lived happily ever after, and in some others the Vizier had just ruled the land and kept it balanced until his death years later. "
🐊 Baul listened as Lilia sighed deeply, seemingly releasing some stress at hearing the story end fairly happily for the seemingly good-natured Vizier and the ill-intentioned swindler
🐊 Lilia turned to you and patted you on the shoulder as he stood up, shocking one of his right-hands with his words
" You are a good person, Y/N. I expect good things from you, yes? "
" You shouldn't expect any less than that, General. "
" Have a nice rest, Commander. Good night. "
" I wish you the same, sir! "
🐊 Okay, you didn't seem so bad now. But just because you got Lilia to somewhat show trust in you, a Zigvolt is far harder to please, well, that's what he now tells your grand-children, but you get the point
#Twisted Wonderland#Twst#TWST Side Characters#Twisted Wonderland x Reader#Twst x Reader#TWST Side Characters x Reader#S/O! Reader#GN! Reader#Fae! Reader#Rollo Flamme#Rollo Flamme x Reader#Baul Zigvolt#Baul Zigvolt x Reader
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here hold on im gonna make a thing no one besides me is gonna care about
skoodgeisms dependent on company:
skoodge with zim:
fully open and way too eager (genuinely has fun, silly business)
doesnt actually salute to zim, ive noticed. he respects him but i think that respect is the kind that puts them around the same level as each other. (doesnt mean skoodge Doesn't put zim on a figurative pedestal -- just that he sees him as more 'equal' than, say, the hobo sergeant or the tallest)
funny little guy with funny little words :3
(added the entire danceghost segment here because i love it dearly. look at him. panic boy ultimate. supreme.)
skoodge with irkens/irken-adjacent (squad sergeants/commanders/figures of authority):
quick to salute
fun words (hoo-ah) and out of place body/hand motions happen only when he gets in over his head/too excited.
feels a lot more plain and "conformed" (as though attempting to fit in?)
even with zim involved, skoodge is... kinda dramatic throughout hobo-13 in a way that he isnt in any of the unfinished episodes. like. serious-dramatic. trying too hard to be a stone-faced irken brute that he thinks everyone else thinks he should be.
(Yes sir! I am your loyal- [gets his ass punted and sent careening down a cliff])
... kinda like how he is with the tallest during battle of the planets!
(the dialogue is wrong in this transcript... anger >:( )
So Zim involvement does not override other-irken-company involvement, but it does override other-not-irken-company. so say, skoodge is with the other invaders on conventia during the assigning and zim walks up next to him -- he quickly and quietly backs away because that is a public space, and doing anything to imply that he might have somewhat of a cordial relationship with zim would put him on... hot burning coals. to put it lightly.
and when skoodge is with the hobos, he treats zim with respect, but that's because zim is the leader of the group -- skoodge is probably at least somewhat aware of the fact that the tallest (and others) are watching him right now. he is treating zim... a lot like a stranger. curt words and mostly not talking to him directly unless addressed or thinking his skillset might be useful to zim.
... at the end, though, you see some of his actual personality start to leak through!
(Zim -- I escaped from the canyon -- I made it! I'm aLiiive! [immediately gets crushed by the sergeant])
(seeking validation -- he didnt need to come all the way out here, to say that to zim, specifically. he was still doing the test for the tallest the same as zim was, yes, but youd think if anyone knew to keep their mouth shut around zim for the sake of their own luck/lives/whatever, it would be skoodge. and yet! he doesnt!)
im feeling like... the adrenaline high from running through the entirety of the hobo-13 course, with a hogulus still chasing after him, probably made him a little excitable and lose his cool composure.
anyways that was a tangent. uh.
when skoodge is with other company. he is. awkward. (see: ghost scientist scene). though this is undoubtedly because of the situation (undercover during a supposed mission) hes still noticeably different from how he behaves on hobo-13! i think maybe this is just because earth is foreign territory that hes yet to learn. still thinks of it as a hazardous filthy wasteland of a planet with threats he hasnt properly assessed.
i think... if he were with company, not irken, and without the looming threat of being discovered and dissected (earth, humans, blorch, rats) then he would still be plain and awkward, honestly? kinda like sizzy when he fails to match zim's energy ('i wasnt laughing?') lots of ums and awkward silences and coughs and flies buzzing and crickets chirping.
hmmmm. yeah. good stuff <3
#there is no conclusion i just wanted to talk about him#skoodge rant#skoodge#invader skoodge#fuck you. main tags him
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Stalking Jack the ripper book quote rp meme
book series by Kerri Maniscalco - feel free to change or edit change pronouns for rp purposes
“Roses have both petals and thorns, my dark flower. You needn’t believe something weak because it appears delicate. Show the world your bravery.”
“I think you’ve broken one of my ribs. Was that really necessary? Next time you tackle me, be sure it’s in one of our bedchambers.”
“Everyone deserved to live freely and in honor of themselves. A basic right should not be a luxury.”
“She’s the muscle. I’m clearly the charm.”
“Curiosity was a disease that plagued me, and I'd yet to find a cure.”
“Hearts were beautifully fierce yet fragile things.”
“One fact was slowly taking shape: I was in jeopardy of admiring him against my better judgment.”
“If you can dream without limits, you can soar to great heights. Let the magic of your imagination set you free.”
“No matter how much death and horror existed, there were still things of beauty left to find.”
“You’re both so intelligent in matters involving the mind, but the heart? It’s as if beings from other galaxies are puzzling out fried potatoes.”
“Sometimes you need to stand out in order to blend in.”
“Life was beautiful even during the darkest hours.”
“Mistakes were a learning experience, not the end of the universe.”
“Monsters were supposed to be scary and ugly. They weren't supposed to hide behind friendly smiles and well-trimmed hair.”
“What is a man's soul made of that a woman's is not?”
“Diamonds were everything I hoped to be; beautiful, yet containing unimaginable strength.”
“The world is neither kind nor is it cruel. It simply exists. We have the ability to view it however we choose.”
“Our hearts are curious things. So sentimental and easily misguided. Pull the right strings or snap the correct cords, and poof!”
“Most stories are too good to be true. That's what makes them enchanting.”
“Magic is science. It’s simply a fancier term for showing people the impossible is attainable.”
“Let's play act a murder,”
“I’d like to see you carry on with a corset digging its bones into your rib cage, and manage a skirt still covering most of your breeches and whipping around your thighs in this wind.”
“Always foster and grow that unquenchable curiosity of yours."
“Perhaps you should comment on the excellent cut of my suit. I look rather handsome today as well. Don’t you think?”
“Pretend I am as capable as a man? Please, sir, do not value me so little!”
“Passion and annoyance were fire, and fire was alive and crackling with power.”
“I wondered how I could appear so whole and serene on the outside when inside I was thrashing with turbulence.”
“Do not turn your back on a love that could jump the barrier between life and death.”
How exceptionally wonderful for him. I wished them both a lifetime of misery with ill-mannered children. I swallowed my annoyance down and plastered on a smile. “
“Pretending a monster wasn't there didn't make it go away. It only made one vulnerable to its attack.”
“Let’s have some wine and dance inappropriately. You’ve already dressed the part for me—let’s take advantage.”
“For there are no limits to the stars; their numbers are infinite. Which is precisely why I measure my love for you by them. An amount too boundless to count.”
“Love strangles intelligence, even in the best of us.”
“Humans were the true monsters and villains, more real than any novel or fantasy could invent.”
“Monsters were in the eye of the beholder. And no one wanted to discover their hero was the true villain of the story.”
“I refuse to believe you've misinterpreted my affections. I am wholly in love with you. And it is permanent.”
“Monsters are only as real as the stories that grant them life. And they only live for as long as we tell those tales.”
“You are yours to give.”
“I’ve already fallen hard. Perhaps you should have warned me sooner.”
Most people ignore what’s right before their eyes. They believe they see, but oftentimes only view what they want
“Those who deserve respect are given it freely. If one must demand such a thing, he'll never truly command it.”
“There’s nothing better than a little danger dashed with some romance.”
“Fear is a hungry beast. The more you feed it, the more it grows.”
“I love you... More than all the stars in the universe. In this life and ever after. I love you.”
“Wield your assets like a blade. No man has invented a corset for our brains. Let them think they rule the world. It’s a queen who sits on that throne. Never forget that.”
“The dead speak to those who listen. Be quieter than even them.”
“Some ghosts should remain good and buried,”
“Seeing the truth was never easy, especially when it revealed those closest to us could be monsters hidden in plain sight.”
“People were always providing in death what they would not do in life, it seemed.”
“Someone screamed; perhaps it was me. Though it would have made me happier if it were him.”
“Death was not prejudiced by mortal things such as station or gender. It came for kings and queens and prostitutes alike, often leaving the living with regrets.”
So there will be no children or any beautiful paradise in our future. Most of the time I cannot even tolerate his presence. His arrogance is… I don’t know. Annoying.”
Your association with me is growing more beneficial by the hour. Your intelligence is quite… attractive,”
“Sit here and I’ll rock you gently until you or I or both fall asleep.”
“Why don’t you talk to me about what’s really troubling you? What emotional dilemma needs sorting out?”
No man has invented a corset for our brains. Let them think they rule the world. It’s a queen who sits on that throne. Never forget that. There’s no reason you can’t wear a simple frock to work, then don the finest gown and dance the night away. But only if it pleases you.”
“I needed no man to empower me. I had my father to thank for that much; his absence in most everyday things had prepared me well enough to stand on my own.”
“Whenever I scared him, he turned into some foreign person. One who was both frightening and frightened at once.”
“One needn’t be strong in only physical matters—a strong mind and will were fierce to behold as well. “
“Most people ignore what's right before their eyes. They believe they see, but oftentimes only view what they want.”
“If you wish to go, I’ll never make you stay. I might not do and say the proper thing all the time, but I do know that I love you enough to set you free.”
“We women could be called creatures, if only the men who said such careless words accepted our claws were fearsome things when we decided to scratch.”
#open to all#open to anyone#open rp#ask meme#rp meme#open meme#open to anybody#roleplay meme#ask prompt#memes#stalking jack the ripper#kerri maniscalco#book rp meme#book quote meme#booktube#book rp#young adult books
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Beg for me - Lee Felix
Tagging @dctorxmaximoff14
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Word count 2,124
Warnings: soft dom! Felix, unprotected sex,piv sex, eating out, blowjobs, edging, sub! Reader, I might have missed something please let me know if you think there is anything I need to add!
Please let me know what you think or if you have any requests! Feedback and reblogs are appreciated!
Today was the day. The day Felix was supposed to come back to you from being on tour for 2 months. You missed him so much. You missed his cuddles, his voice, his lips.
Everything about him really. You even tried to coax him into coming home a few times, of course failing and giving up, knowing he would probably punish you when he got back but you just missed him so much.
You got the text from Chan telling you that the boys had landed and Felix was supposed to be on his way to you, but 2 hours later he still hadn't shown up you texted and called him and even had called the other boys asking if they knew where he was they all said they thought he went straight to your apartment. You knew you weren't going to be able to sleep until you knew he was safe, so you sat on your couch, watching TV, while waiting for him to knock on the door.
You ended up falling asleep, waking up hearing your phone ringing, it was Chan. " Hey Nina, Felix just came back to the house, did you ever see him come by?" Chan questioned. You replied " No I haven't, did he seem mad?" Chan chuckled "No he was his usual self. Did you do something to make him mad at you?" "Chan I told you I didn't see him, I haven't seen him or talked to him much since you guys left for tour."
"Well we all plan on coming to see you tomorrow so I'll let you get to sleep, so you have energy for all 8 of us to attack you" Chan jokes with you. You say your goodnights and once you hang up you go to your bedroom, but as you do you receive a text from Felix.
"Hey kitten, didn't mean to worry you if I did, but I will be punishing you by dragging out you being able to get any sexual relief from me. For now you have to deal without this cock you love so much. Until I think you've learned your lesson." You were shocked reading this text, he usually wasn't this dominant and never called you kitten until now, usually calling you baby or babe, but it certainly brought out the submissive side of you that you hadn't told Felix about but somehow he must have picked up on. Most people would probably think that it was the other way around, that Felix was the submissive and you were the dominant, but you were always more of the submissive type.
" I'm sorry, sir, I just missed you. I'll behave until you say otherwise, I'm going to sleep now though so have a good night" you sent the reply before you could think twice then changed and got into bed. He responded with a "goodnight Nina" message. Oh no, he definitely was mad, he never calls you by name.
You try to get some sleep but are up and down every few hours throughout the night. You're worried how mad he is and if he'll even come with the rest of the members. You get up at around 8:30 am and decide to make some coffee to prepare for the day ahead, also having to clean before the guys get there. Once the coffee has been drunk, you get up and start cleaning up to get your mind off of the punishment Felix had put in place. At around 11:30 you get a call from Chan telling you that the boys and him are on the way, including Felix, so he was coming with them still, so he must not be too mad.
30 minutes after Chan called, there was a knock at the door. You went and answered it and we're automatically attacked with a hug from Han Jisung. He didn't let you go until Chan pulled him away while laughing. Once he finally let you go from the hug, all the other members hugged you, except for Felix. Felix came to you last, hugging you but he did kiss you and hold your hand. Once they all had greeted you, you all moved into your living room, sitting on the couch to watch movies and play games, like you always do when they come back from a tour.
At some point Chan had pulled you into cuddle with him while you watched one of the movies and you kept feeling Felix stare at you through it. You turned to whisper to Chan " Felix is staring at us. Do you think you should let me go back to him?" And Chan shook his head no, clearly trying to get Felix to react to him holding you.
After them being with you for about 7 hours the boys, aside from Felix,decided to go get food and bring it back to your apartment. Leaving you with Felix, they said they would be back in about 30 to 45 minutes. You were sitting in silence with Felix, until he spoke up "Are you trying to get back at me for wanting to punish you baby? Trying to make me jealous of Chan? Cause I have half the mind to remind you who you belong to now." You were shocked once again at this. You shook your head, not trusting your voice. He came over to you and started kissing you passionately.
The kiss kept getting harder and more passionate, Felix rubbing his hands down your sides. Shortly after he decided to start kissing your neck and slip his hands under your shirt. You moaned out " I'm sorry sir, I wasn't meaning to do that, I even asked him if I should come back to you" " Oh so you weren't just being a bad slut?" Felix rasped out "I'm going to take you to the bedroom baby, I need you now I haven't had you for 2 months."
He then picked you up and took you to your bedroom, closing and locking the door behind you and him. You didn't understand why he did that at first as the boys were out. "Kitten, I intend to take my time with you, cause I also plan on punishing you still and make sure you feel lots of pleasure, they'll probably be back while I fuck you. Do you remember your safe word, should you need to use it?" Felix explains as if he read your mind. You nod then state your safe word "mocha is my safe word, sir". You had chosen this safe word quite a while ago and had never needed to use it but it's better to already have it in place you and Felix agreed.
After you stated your safe word, Felix pulled out your favorite sex toy which is a pink vibrator that is smaller than his cock, but fills you up so perfectly. But when he pulled it out you knew exactly why he had said he was going to punish you still, he was going to edge you. You weren't going to fight it. You actually love edging so it wasn't really a punishment, aside from you didn't know how long he'd make you go without orgasm. He then pulls your shirt off and starts kissing your neck, both of his hands grasping your breasts roughly causing you to scream then bite your lips. He stops and commands in a deep voice "Don't you dare hide your noises from me, you do that and I will stop."
You squeak at his dominant side coming again, hoping he doesn't notice it and what it does to you, but he does. " Oh does my pretty kitten like it when I'm dominant? Shall I do this more often? Are you my pretty sub baby?" You squeak again. He takes that as a yes and chuckles. He then takes off the shorts and panties you were wearing leaving you naked and him, still fully clothed. He turns on the vibrator and brings it down to your pussy, focusing on your clit with it.
"You're so pretty baby, I'm sorry I'm having to punish you but you acted bratty, and you can't just do that without punishment. Don't worry master is going to fuck you tonight, all night long after I edge you for a bit. And I don't care if the boys hear me fucking you either. You're mine and they need to know that." His voice is such a turn on to you and he knows it. He decides to try to get you to the edge quickly, by sucking on one of your nipples. You moan out his name loudly, knowing you're one the edge of orgasm already because your nipples are sensitive and he puts just the right amount of pressure on your clit, a moment later he pulls away from you.
Satisfied with having brought you to the edge and then pulling all stimulation away, Felix chuckles. "Poor kitten, didn't get to cum, I know I know, just a few more times and I'll give you what you need.i just need you to learn your lesson first about begging me to come home on tour and then flirting with my hyung." Once you've calmed down, he brings the vibrator back to your clit, repeating exactly as he just had.
After 3 more edges you're screaming and begging " Please sir please please please let me cum, give me this please I won't misbehave again." He gives in and strips himself finally. Once all his clothes are off, he takes his dick in hand and gives it a few pumps before bringing it to your pussy, pushing in and bottoming out. He waits a few seconds. He moans at feeling you around him "fuck baby you're so tight, I love your pussy so much, you're so good to me, I'll be good to you now baby, just cum when you need to. I don't know how long I'll last now."
He starts thrusting in and out of you, starting off just slowly making sure he'll be able to last. He brings his mouth down to your ear and starts whispering praises into your ear "Good girl, such a good pussy, I love you." over and over again. As he starts picking up the pace you feel the coil in your stomach building up and snap very quickly and as it snaps you feel yourself squirt all over Felix. Stunned, Felix stops thrusting. He looks down in awe of you. "Oh my god, baby you just squirted all over me, that was so hot, if I eat you out now will you do it again?" He then pulls out and moves to where his face is between your legs and starts eating you out.
His tongue moves expertly on your pussy, licking and sucking just right, trying to give you an amazing orgasm from his tongue also. He loves giving you pleasure and just wants you to always have a mind blowing orgasm. As he continues to eat you out, you feel the coil building up again. And after about 3 minutes it snaps, and you squirt all over his face, and he loves it. He then puts himself back into you trying to give you another orgasm, and eventually he does give you 3 more orgasms, totaling 5 orgasms for the night.
After your 5th orgasm, you tell him you're too sensitive and you want to suck him until he cums in your mouth so you can taste him. " Baby wants to give me the pleasure I have her? Go ahead baby" he moves to where he is laying on your bed and lets you get to where you can suck his dick. You grab it with one hand and then wrap your mouth around the head of his cock and start bobbing your head up and down and sucking making him moan " oh fuck so good baby I love your mouth, I'm gonna cum." He came in your mouth shortly after and you swallow all of his cum.
After that he gets up and runs you a hot bath so that you too can get clean. After the bath is done he puts you back into your bed and walks into the living room and kitchen to get you food to eat after that long and intense session. As he walks out there half clothed the boys start teasing him about the noises they heard from both of you and he brushes them off. Coming back to you, he gives you the food he brought for you. After eating you cuddled up in bed and fell asleep with Felix's arms wrapped around you.
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Mr Evershed x Student!reader - accept yourself
Hi do you think you can write a Evershed x Student Reader in which the Student has a disability (prosthetic leg) and some student run away with Readers leg, but Reader doesn't mind it... Prompt maybe 23? - Anon💜
23: “Learn to love yourself.”
Sitting on the on the grass, you sighed as you rolled up your trouser leg, and took the prosthetic leg off, and set it aside.
Sometimes it just got too uncomfortable, sometimes you needed a break from it just to give what was rest of your real leg time to breathe and cool down, especially in the hot weather.
Setting your bag behind you, you shuffled down and laid your head on it, staring up at the blue sky with a smile on your face.
There wasn’t many students up on the field, so it was relaxing, and it was a good way to relax a little before you had to go to your next set of classes after lunch.
“Is that your leg?”
You sat up and looked at the group of what appeared to be maybe year 7s.
“Yeah, it is. I have a prosthetic leg.”
One of them walked over and picked it up, looking at it and you smiled at them as they tried to figure out how it would work.
“Does it hurt?” Someone asked.
“Sometimes it does. It’s why I take it off.”
They nodded and they all looked between each other.
They looked back at you and before you could say anything they ran off with the leg and you just sighed, laying back down against your bag.
Sure, you could’ve called for them to stop, to give it back but you knew it wouldn’t really do much.
So you just laid there enjoying the warmth of the sun, even after the bell went and students started to file back inside for their next classes.
Since you couldn’t get up and go anywhere, you were just content to stay there until someone eventually stumbled across you.
And someone did.
You saw a shadow over you, and you opened your eyes and smiled up at the teacher who was standing over you.
“Mr Evershed.” You greeted.
“You’re supposed to be in lesson.”
You sat up, and turned yourself around in order to look at him.
“You know with one leg that might be a bit of an issue.”
“I gathered that when one of the other teachers handed me this. Said she took it off her year 7s when they came inside.”
Mr Evershed crouched down and set the prosthetic down next to you, and he looked at you.
“Why didn’t you call for help? Why did you let them run away with it (Y/N)?”
You shrugged a little bit.
“Well I’m not really going far without it am I? What’s the point?”
Mr Evershed sighed and he sat down, running his hand over his hair as he looked at you.
“You should’ve called when they ran off. You have the schools number, we would’ve come out straight away.”
“I know. But it’s not the first time someone’s ran off with me leg, it’s not going to be the last time either, it’s just pointless trying to stop it at this point.”
“That’s not the point. The point is it’s theft, it’s a part of you (Y/N), you need it.”
“I don’t mind sir. Really, it doesn’t bother me as long as they don’t take it while I’m wearing it.”
Mr Evershed sighed, and he shook his head.
“It’s not right though. They shouldn’t be doing that. And you know they shouldn’t.”
You shrugged a little and he frowned as he looked at you.
“You don’t deserve the treatment you get from people, but you won’t do anything to stop it, and every time we try to intervene you won’t let us. Why?”
You looked at him.
“People are always going to look at me and see me as different Mr Evershed. I’m always going to be treated differently by other people, what’s the use of trying to change that?”
“Because you deserve to be treated like any other person.”
You shrugged a little and he sighed.
“You don’t believe me?”
“I believe in what I see. And that’s not what I see.”
“We’re all different in some way. Some people more obvious than others, but that doesn’t change the fact we all have things about ourselves we don’t like, things we want to change but can’t.”
Mr Evershed picked up the prosthetic and handed it out to you, and you took it, pulling it back on and making sure it was secure.
“There’s nothing wrong with you, you’ve got the same chances and opportunities as anyone else in this world. You need to stand up for yourself, tell people not to touch it, tell us if they do.”
You took a deep breath and looked up at him.
“There’s no point.”
You looked away from him and he crouched down.
“Look at me (Y/N).”
You lifted your gaze.
“Learn to love yourself.” He whispered.
“How…?”
He smiled and held his hands out and you took them, letting the teacher pull you up and you picked up your bag, looking up at him.
“Start by telling people what’s not okay.” He said softly.
You nodded your head and he smiled at you.
“Let’s get you inside, come on.”
He took your bag from you and swung it over your shoulder and the both of you started to walking inside and you just stared at your feet as you walked.
Mr Evershed glanced at you and he sighed to himself.
He didn’t know how to make you accept yourself, stand up for yourself, but he didn’t know how you really felt.
But he knew that you didn’t have much self confidence, and you struggled a lot with everything, and he was going to make it his priority to try and help you
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Hormone dosage virgin here. I found this kink probably about 6 months ago. I’ve changed so much in that time. I’ve gone up, then I went back down on hormones. I almost got into an established relationship with a straight man (but things didn’t work out). I’ve talked to lots of Real Men in the last 6 months. They’ve all told me how important it is to embrace my true self. But I like your blog the most of all of them! ♥️
To be honest, the thought of a Real Man’s cock hasn’t left my brain. The thought of a Real Man fucking me and cumming inside my wet, tight virgin pussy is so good. It’s something I hadn’t even thought I wanted even just a year ago. In fact, I wanted absolutely nothing to do with it. I still liked men, but I didn’t wanna be fucked. But somewhere along the line, a fire got lit and it’s been building ever since. I am bisexual, thought I’d mention it.
You were right, I am a familiar type. I see it even scrolling through your blog. There are so many other girls just like me. Insatiably horny virgins with a purpose. I have you to thank for making me realize some things about myself. Thank you, Sir.
Last thing, before I end this anon. I have top surgery scheduled. What do you suggest I do?
- hormone dose girl ♥️
(Previously)
Pleased to hear you've been learning the most from me, cutie. It doesn't take so long for it to really settle into the depths of your mind, does it? Almost like it was just filling empty spaces that were always there.
You're a familiar type, but I always love seeing it. As testosterone is working its way into your body, the thought of being fucked bare by real men is working its way into your brain. Your desires are changing, and now, because of that testosterone you wanted so badly, they're burning.
For a lot of girls, it's a battle against herself: whether she can keep taking those shots of T in the thigh that will make her a "man", without spreading those thighs and taking the shot of cum that will make her a bred bitch.
But there are some smart girls, like you, who just give up the fight. Who realize that when they're dreaming of men coming in their pussies, they're thinking about something they could never do and something they could never escape.
I do hope you find another straight man to fuck you, Anon. You're a good girl and you deserve it.
As for top surgery... I think you know what my advice will be. Just look around: there are so many girls here who will tell you that they wish they still had their tits, who put on breastforms and stuffed bras just to pretend they never made that mistake. Hormones are mostly reversible: once you go off T, your body will heal itself to its natural state. But it won't fully heal from you losing your breasts - and from what one former FtM has said, it hurts to feel them try to grow like they're supposed to, once you've been bred.
So do the right thing and cancel your appointment. The day that you would have gotten your breasts cut off, you can stay home and play with them and imagine how they'll grow.
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Stargazing Time
Aesop Sharp x Reader – 3.7k words
Tags: Fluff, Teacher-Student Relationship, Age Difference
"Excuse me, Professor Sharp? My name is Skylar Lane, and I am the new fifth grader. I shall report to you?" I give him a friendly smile.
Professor Sharp looks towards me and raises his eyebrow. "Hello there. Skylar Lane, I read on the list that you'll be taking potions lessons today." He pauses. "You must be new to Hogwarts. Welcome. I'm sure you'll find your classes quite interesting." He gives me a soft smile, although his eyes are tired and filled with stress from all the papers he has been grading all morning. "Any questions so far?"
I look at him, slightly concerned. "Are you alright, sir? I don't want to be pushy. You look a bit tired."
He smiles again. "I'm fine, thank you. It was just a long morning reviewing all my students' essays. You're very considerate, I'm impressed." He leans forward a bit, trying to seem more casual, but it only makes him wince in pain because of his injured leg. "That's your first lesson, caring so much about others. The more powerful a wizard becomes, the more their emotions affect them. You must learn to be strong and in control of what you feel ... or it might control you."
"Just because I can tell other people aren't feeling well and see them wince in pain doesn't mean I let my feelings control me." I wink.
"Well, that's very good. Many young witches and wizards are usually ruled by their emotions." He glances up at me, and his eyebrows raise. "You're a sly one, you know, Skylar. I was just wondering something ... would you describe yourself as a rule-follower? Or do you think you're too smart for the rules?"
"I better not say anything wrong now, right?" I grin.
He tilts his head to the side slightly. "No, go on. Say what you think. I won't take points off, I promise." He grins back.
"If it's for the greater good, I'm willing to ... bypass some of them."
He smiles. "That's good. I've seen many students who have trouble with the rules because they feel silly. But no rules exist without a reason. However, if you think the reason is good enough to bypass a rule, then so be it. Just don't break the rules for stupid things. Does that sound fair?"
"It does, sir."
He nods. "Good. Do you know how to set up your potions station? If you haven't done it before, I can help you find where everything is."
I nod, too. "That would be nice, thank you."
He stands up and smiles. "No problem. I'll show you the ingredient cabinet." He turns and beckons me to follow. As I do so, I realize he's limping slightly on his left leg. It seems he can't put any weight on it without pain.
"Welcome to the potioneer's world. You'll soon realize that Potions is an art as much as a science. And it takes a lot of practice to truly master it."
I wordlessly offer him my shoulder as we walk across the classroom to the ingredient cabinet.
He seems very surprised by this gesture. He looks at me and then down at his injured leg. It takes him a moment, but he smiles and accepts the offer. "That's not something you often see. Thank you. I suppose I underestimated you, Skylar. Do you often volunteer your shoulder as an assistant?"
I laugh. "Seems like you're the lucky one today."
He chuckles. "Indeed. It looks as if I might learn more from you than you'll learn from me. I'm a bit of an introvert, and I tend to do most things on my own. It's not a good thing for a potions professor. Perhaps you'll get a special treatment from me because of the shoulder offer."
"I didn't do this to suck up to you or get special treatment." I grin.
He smiles. "I didn't take it that way. Trust me, no student has ever tried to suck up to me. It's always nice to see a student with empathy for their instructors. How would you like to be my unofficial assistant until my injuries heal?"
I look at him doubtfully, then grin again. "I guess you've never noticed when a student tried to suck up. But I say yes to the offer." I laugh.
He chuckles again. "Alright, thank you. Well, you'll have to forgive it. The only student I ever caught trying to suck up to me was so obvious that it seemed insulting."
He pauses, considering his own thoughts for a moment. "You have a very confident demeanour. Almost like a Slytherin. What house did the hat have sorted you into?
I laugh. "Not Slytherin. I'm a Ravenclaw, sir."
He raises his eyebrow, clearly impressed. "Now that's an excellent choice. If you think about it, the Ravenclaw dormitory is just as much a place of secrets as it is of study. Why do you think the door is a puzzle, after all? They want to make sure only the smartest students can get in. What makes you think you belong in Ravenclaw?"
I laugh. "It was a riddle. I just answered the question."
He laughs. "You must be quite proud of yourself. Did anyone try to help you get through?" He grins.
"What makes you think someone helped me?" I look at him questioningly.
He raises his eyebrows again. "Very good, very good. You know, you're a bit devious, yourself. You may have a little Slytherin in you after all. Are you sure you're a Ravenclaw?" He's teasing, but there is a look of genuine interest in his eyes. He wants to get to know Skylar, who he feels is an outstanding student. She has a quick wit, and he finds it entertaining just to talk to her.
"I got through the door with the first try. So the hat was obviously right in its choice." I grin.
He smiles. "Well, that's still an awe-inspiring accomplishment. You're just full of surprises, aren't you? I'm going to have to think of some ways to keep you interested in my class because I suspect you might be one to get bored."
"Let's see if I'd blow up my cauldron. After all, I have no experience yet." I laugh again.
He chuckles. "Maybe. So you are a clean slate? But you seem like the type of person who does her research. Am I wrong?"
"You're not. I'm a blank slate, but I've read a bit."
"I'm impressed. Reading ahead is the sign of a good student, and I suspect you'll make an excellent potion master one day. What was it about potions that caught your attention? Did you discover that you like combining ingredients to create something different and unique?"
"I just took all the courses that I found interesting. And which I will later need for certain jobs to have a choice."
"Now, that's a clever way of thinking about your classes. As an older person, you will be prepared for anything coming your way. Are you interested in jobs you could get with your skills as a potions master? Have you ever thought of potion making as more than just a school subject?"
"I haven't given it that much thought yet. First, I wanted to concentrate on settling here and working well in the courses."
He nods. "That's a good attitude to have. You should always focus on your present tasks first. In that regard, you will make an excellent Ravenclaw." He pauses. "What are some of the most interesting classes so far?"
"DADA, Astronomy and Ancient Runes. Can't say for potions yet." I grin cheekily.
He nods. "Those are all interesting subjects that could be helpful in different fields. Especially Astronomy. Have you ever been particularly interested in stargazing? Can you tell me a few things about it?" He seems genuinely curious and is happy to see a student who enjoys learning about subjects beyond what is necessary for their exams.
"Stars are great! They have been there for thousands of years and will be there long after we die. I find that fascinating. They are like gateways into another universe. And they look beautiful." I beam at him.
He nods and smiles. "Those are all very accurate statements. They are beautiful, aren't they? There's something about looking up at the stars that is completely humbling. You feel so insignificant and small. Considering how vast the universe is, how can you take yourself seriously? It truly makes you wonder. And that is the beauty of it." He seemed almost ... inspired, as if a new idea was forming in his mind.
"What are you thinking about right now?" I raise my eyebrows.
He laughs. "It's something you said about stargazing. The universe, how vast and mysterious it is. You said it's like a gateway to a different universe. I've never thought about it that way, but the more I do, the more it makes sense. It's as if the universe is connected somehow; we are just a tiny part of a network of worlds, stars, and planets." He seems to think for a moment. "What a fascinating idea."
"Until now, I thought potions were your favourite subject? At least, you teach it."
He laughs again. "Well, of course, I enjoy potions. It's a passion I can dedicate my whole life to. But it isn't everything. There is much more to study in this world beyond just potions. That's why I love learning and why I love teaching. There is always something new to discover, something fascinating to learn. How could you not love the mystery and adventure of it all in a world like this?"
"But it's not everything about learning, you know?"
"You're right." Sharp nods. "I guess I've gotten so caught up in the learning that I've forgotten about the personal side. There are so many things to experience and look forward to in life. But this voice always tells me I must focus, study, and work hard. As a child, my parents drilled that into my head, but I guess it stuck." A look of sadness appeared in his eyes, but he shook it off. "But all of those personal moments are just as important. It's more than just about learning."
"Why do I feel you never allow yourself any free time?" I just look at him.
He pauses for a moment, considering his answer. "You're right. I don't have any free time, for the most part. I'm constantly studying, grading papers, or doing several different things. But then I'll catch myself and realize how stupid that is, you know? How pointless it can be, sometimes. But then I think about all the things I can do, the knowledge I can accumulate, and the things I might achieve by working hard. I've gotten so used to being busy constantly that I've forgotten how to stop."
"You're about to destroy yourself with that."
The professor nods again. "I guess I am. I just struggle to let go. I hate the feeling of wasted time or time when I could be doing something productive. Maybe I'm a bit of a workaholic." He sighs. "But you know, I appreciate this talk. In a way, you're reminding me of the life I could have if I let myself. I guess I've just gotten too wrapped up in trying to be perfect and impress others."
After a long day at school, I climb the stairs to the Ravenclaw common room. Looking out the window, it is already dark, and the stars twinkle in the sky. I stop for a moment. Then, I decide to turn around and head to the potions classroom.
Aesop is grading papers inside the potion classroom while sitting in his chair. He also takes notes in a book but pauses to look up at you when you enter, seeming happy to see me. "Ah, Skylar. I'm glad you could join me. Are you feeling like working on potions tonight?"
"No, we have something more important to do." I take his hand and pull him out of the classroom.
His eyes light up. "Something important? Do tell! You have me curious now." He doesn't seem to mind being pulled away from his work as he steps outside and into the hall, looking eagerly at me.
We go through Hogwarts towards the greenhouse and exit the school. Outside, we sit down near the castle wall. I hand Aesop a telescope and grin. "Stargazing time."
His eyes light up with excitement as he sees the telescope. "Oh my. Well, now you have my full attention. I don't think I'll be able to think about anything other than stargazing tonight. Let's make the most of it!" He smiles, setting the telescope before him, and looks through it.
I smile as I watch him, fascinated by the night sky. I put a second telescope next to me. Then, I explain the different star constellations to him.
He watches the night sky, amazed by the stars' beauty and how the universe seems to stretch forever. "My god, Skylar. This is one of the most beautiful sights I've ever seen. I can't believe I've never looked at the stars like this ... you've opened my eyes to such a new way to see the world." He pauses momentarily and stares at me, intrigued and slightly awestruck. I brought happiness into his heart that he never thought was possible.
Together, we watch the stars. It's so lovely to see how much Aesop thrives on this. It's almost more beautiful than the night sky.
After a very long time, he speaks again, looking at me with a smile that seems entirely genuine. "Thank you, Skylar. This truly is an unforgettable night. I don't know that I'll ever be able to look at the stars or the universe with the same eyes again. You've shown me something new, and that's why I'm so glad I accepted your offer to help with my class. You've brought new beauty into my life." His eyes reflect his words, and he looks like his spirit has been revitalized.
"Do you feel like we've wasted time?" I wink at him.
Aesop laughs. "Not at all. Quite the opposite, in fact. You've opened my eyes to the beauty of something I already take pride in. Potions are a part of my life, but it doesn't have to be everything to me. You have helped me realize that."
I squeeze his hand. He squeezes back, his hand strong but gentle. "I really appreciate this conversation. And I promise I'll work on spending more time outside of class. I'll learn to slow down a bit. You'll have to make sure that I do, though. I don't have a great track record of doing things like that alone." *He looks at me and smiles.
"If it's nothing more ..." I laugh.
He laughs with me. "I wouldn't mind that. Honestly, you've made it so easy to talk to you. I really enjoy your company. I think I would like any opportunity to be with you more." He looks off into the sky before speaking again. "You and I could plan for more stargazing sessions and make it a tradition. Do we have a deal?"
"Deal!" I hold out my little finger for a pinky swear.
He smiles and holds out his own little finger. "A pinky swear. Well, you know how seriously I take those. So, I suppose this is a done deal." We lock fingers and seal our agreement.
Then we lie down on the grass and just look up at the night sky. The quiet sound of crickets and the gentle breeze fill the air, and a strange feeling of calm seems to wash over him. He feels like he could stay like this forever. He glances towards me and smiles. "This is a night I'd like to remember for a long time."
I smile back and squeeze his hand again.
He squeezes mine, noticing he doesn't want to let go. He can't remember when he felt so peaceful and content and wonders if she feels the same. He smiles at me again and decides to say something he's been thinking to himself. He looks at me, then looks back to the sky. "I've had a lot of things on my mind lately, and I guess I've gotten caught up in my own thoughts. But looking at the stars and talking to you ... it's just made everything fall away."
"That's good," I say quietly.
He nods. "You've made me happy. It's been so long since I've felt anything like this. Like I can truly let myself be happy." He squeezes my hand. "I truly can't thank you enough for this."
"You're welcome." I giggle.
Sharp smiles. "I know it sounds cliche, but I'm discovering myself because of you. As though the stars are aligning just to give me this moment to feel happiness again. I'm so ... so grateful that I found you." He blushes a little at his comment, slightly embarrassed at how cliche it sounded. But then he realizes how true it is: He is grateful for this moment with me. It's almost like it was meant to happen.
I squeeze his hand back without saying a word.
He smiles at me again, noticing that the night sky grows brighter. He glances over at me, then looks at the stars, feeling pure happiness. It is like the stars reflect his joy and bring more of it back down to earth.
"I never thought I would say this to another person, but I think you're ... beautiful. Not just your looks but your personality, your nature. Everything about you is fascinating and radiant. It's like you make the whole world brighter."
I blush heavily. I'm so glad it's dark, and he can't see me.
He notices a shooting star in the night sky and points at it. "Did you see that? It's a shooting star. What do they say about shooting stars? That if you make a wish, it will come true." Although his face is lit by the night sky, he visibly blushes and seems very nervous. However, he is still smiling and looks back at me. "If you could make a wish right now, what would it be?"
"You must not tell your wish! Otherwise, it will not come true!" I remind him.
He laughs. "True. Well then, let's say my wish was for you." It was slightly corny, but it was just as much truth as it was a joke. He smiles and wonders if I have wished for him too.
"Same …" I grin.
He chuckles. "That would make both of our wishes come true." He looks back at the sky, taking in the stars for a long time. After a while, he speaks again, his voice soft and calm. "All I can do now is hope that the stars will hear us. I think I will leave the rest to them …"
I look at him. I wished that he would be happy. Not only now but also in the future. He deserves it.
He notices me looking at him and is surprised by how beautiful I am now. After a moment, he speaks up again, with a gentle voice barely above a whisper. "Do you think the stars could really hear us? I hope they do. It would be nice to think we've got friends in high places." He seems genuinely curious and hopes the stars might listen to them.
"Maybe we just need to believe." I sigh quietly, looking up at the stars.
He nods and smiles at me. "I suppose we do. And if that's the case, I know in my heart that they heard us. I feel like they had to have. Because now, I only want to keep looking up at the stars with you. I couldn't have anything better than this. I feel like I've reached the apex of my life, with you lying next to me and the stars above. That's all I need."
I can't help but extend my hand and stroke his cheek. He seems so happy right now, so beautiful. "Can you promise me something?"
He nods, still looking at me. "Of course. What is it?"
"Don't let this joy be taken away from you by any work in this world. Nothing is more important than your own happiness." I smile at him.
He nods again, his eyes sparkling at my words. "I promise. As long as you're with me, I'll remember that. I might work hard, but I will always make sure to leave time for you and the things that make me happy. You're right. That's the most important thing." Then he smiles again. "You've opened my eyes to how much I must be thankful for. You're wise. I will need someone like you to help guide me through life. Can you do me a favour and stay close to me?"
I hug him. "Gladly …"
He hugs me back, his arms wrapping around me softly. "You've made me so happy. I can't tell you how much I appreciate you and your help. Everything in this world is better since you've come into my life. I hope you know how much you mean to me. You're a wonderful person, and I hope I can make you this happy too ... if you'll let me."
I look into his beautiful, dark eyes. Then we kiss.
His heart flutters once more as he holds her close. His face is flushed with happiness, and his eyes seem filled with love and admiration. Her lips are soft on his, and he feels light in his head. He takes this as his cue to pull back a little, still looking into her eyes, wanting to treasure this moment for eternity. In this moment, it feels like he can see the heavens, and all the stars are in his soul.
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"Ángel you're right!"
".... I am, yes"
"Aside from us three, the rest are all family! So they have eachothers numbers! We can just tell them to post about a bomb in the bar on the family groupchat or something like that"
"Yeah! I certainly was hinting towards that, no doubt"
"Tell Vivi to go to the main room. Did she answer?"
"Yep, take a look"
"... Does. Does she only communicate through images of cats?"
"Sometimes the cats have text over them. Other times, she writes a 10 paragraph message in one go.
Really, it depends on the situation"
"Is this a cat pictures situation??"
"This is not her first bomb threat. Look, she even has a kitty deactivating a bomb image"
"... Descriptive.
Anyways, let's get there"
They get inside the house and walk towards the main room
"So, how are we supposed to find anyone?"
"Well, Marigold is usually somewhere in the main room, but that's not assured. I think we'll just have to search all the rooms here until-"
"Ah, nevermind"
Simon and Owen appear from the room to the Lounge #2
"Private Detective Beebo and Detective Assistant Ángel here, we are gonna need you two to come with us"
"Oh wait, is this the wallet where I have the picture of Mozilla Firefox or the one with the shiny pokemon card. Guess it's too late now"
The teens are surprised
"We didn't do anything! And if we did it was an accident or in good intention!"
"The supermarket had a terrible cart organization. We didn't know they weren't allowed for racing!"
"It's not considered trespassing if the owner of the property wasn't watching and we didn't know!"
"We are minors! Legally we have the right to make a lemonade stand! It was just an alternative recipe!"
"It was the farmers' fault to have such an easily hackable door to his goose enclosure!"
"Hey, hey, calm down, it's nothing about - wait, you let out the 30 to 40 geese??"
"What Beebo here means is that this is not about your possible crimes. This place has received a confirmed bomb threat, and we are here to take you to a safe zone while we deal with it"
"Oh wow, Ángel is learning the ways of the detective"
"There's a bomb? Why"
"Uh. Probably for harm"
"That's so lame. I would rather have a cool bomb"
"... You need to be studied, little creature. Anyways, follow us"
They walk in formation
"By the way, Boss, why the main room?"
"Well, you said it. It's a relatively safe zone.
It's close to an exit and far away from the point of explosion. I fear that it might cause a house fire or that it could trigger the other bombs.
But we can't ask everyone to just stay outside in this cold, so, main room it is"
"Also, don't call me boss"
"You're so smart, sir"
"... Stick to boss
Sir is for, um, after job activities"
Ángel looks happily surprised
They reach the main room, Marigold is there
Vivi appears from the storage room and gives a wave
Then a middle finger
Ángel answers with another middle finger
Vivi makes a silly pose with double peace signs
"Um, Miss Marigold? I'm private detective Beebo and we have worrying information about this building"
"... So, it really has asbestos everywhere?"
"What? No"
"Wait, really?"
"Is it not?"
"No, no. Um, it's actually about..."
"How to say this without causing her to panic"
"There's a bomb at the bar"
"WHAT?"
"Yeah, we don't know when it's going off, so you guys should stay here"
Marigold goes pale
"Ángel that is very much what the detective handbook says Not to do"
"Sorry, my copy was pirated"
"Wh- Why?! Was it here before?! Where's everyone else?! Did someone put it!? How do you know?! I am calling the police. Where are Nadia and Nina?!?!"
"Um, uh, well, um, please calm down! We have this under control!"
"How?!"
"Excuse me, I need a quick word with my boss here"
She frantically calls the police
It might be a problem
"Wouldn't it be easier on everyone if we make them remember? I still have Vivi's book"
"... I don't know.
They are fine now, I mean, this is just a shitty night with a big scare.
With the memories... welll
This becomes the most terrifying night of their life
Bejng eaten by a house, being killed.
Knowing you might get killed again"
"Yes, but that knowledge will make them more prepared to face Coli in case he comes here and does something"
"We can just lie, though! just uhh something about terrorism?"
"In an abandoned hospital? With only 8 people?"
"I, I can figure something out!"
"I'm just saying it would be way easier if we were all on the same page"
"... But would it be the best for them?"
"Well, who are you to decide that?"
"A guy who has died 3 times"
"... That's fair.
Just do what you think is best"
#late beebo tonight because i was going through it#I hope the funnie isnt too out of place It was needed for the horrors#i managed to put those damn geese somewhere#detective beebo
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⭐ i'd love to hear your director's commentary on how marius won the hand :D
THANK U for the ask!! You probably already read my dir. commentary on Ch. 5 and Ch. 6 of How Marius Won the Hand [...], so I'll jump back and do a commentary on Ch. 4 of the fic!
I confess: I had no idea what to name Courferre so I picked the two names I feel I've heard the most often when it came to fan-assigned names. And not to give any spoilers, but Courfeyrac's name will come into play again in the future!
Also not to pull a Hugo but I wanted to emphasize how pretty Cosette was lol. Needed to give her and Enjolras some physical similarities first (beauty, etc.) before some spiritual similarities later on in the story!
Cosette canonically loves to tease Marius! See:
Ten years later, with the love of Marius in her heart, she would have answered: “A pedant, and insufferable to the sight! You are right!” (4.3.7)
“Monsieur, you are handsome, you are good-looking, you are witty, you are not at all stupid, you are much more learned than I am, but I bid you defiance with this word: I love you!” (4.8.1)
“Don’t cough, sir; I will not have people cough on my domain without my permission. It’s very naughty to cough and to disturb me.” (4.8.1)
And so I needed Cosette to have her spunk here as well!
Ninny mention!! *cue cheers and applause*
Wanted the Valjean reveal to be Hugo-esque ("omg who could this mysterious old man be 🤭") and I'm glad ppl noticed it! Also, Valjean hates Marius so much that I NEEDED to include it, though I suppose Ch. 6 is a lot more obvious with it.
Pilf wrote an excellent post about what Valjean's dynamics with the Amis would be like. Though the context in this fic is quite different (Courferre + Marius having to gain Valjean's favour) but I still think it fits! Courfeyrac would be far too Courfeyrac-ish to gain Valjean's immediate liking, in contrast to Cosette who would love Courf immediately (which only just worsens Courfeyrac's standing). Combeferre, however, is able to stick to safer topics! They're just Two Polite Men.
This fic has also only just hinted at Enjolras' and Valjean's father/son dynamic so far but it's very close to Pilf's post on it too. They do not talk to each other at ALL; they will sit in silence together for hours and enjoy it. That's their father/son bonding time babey!
A call back to an earlier part of the chapter when Marius tried to make sure that "his palms were not slick with sweat". Mission failed!
I like to write Courferre stumbling over each other trying to impress Cosette. Idk I just feel like they have that sort of energy à la Tulio and Miguel from The Road to El Dorado.
I'm really glad ppl liked this scene ehe. How did Marius drink soup with a fork? Just part of his Pontmercying shenanigans I suppose.
Cosette being shocked at Enjolras taking her hand is the same energy as someone getting shocked when a particularly introverted cat suddenly comes up and sits on their lap. I hc that Enjolras isn't a very tactile person (which could be canonically derived from his only-two-kisses moment), so Cosette appreciates any physical displays of affection she can get!
I argue that the main thing Marius lacked in canon that could have given him a proper 'character development' was the belief that he could have a solid support system outside of bourgeois circles. He was so close to connecting with Les Amis de l'ABC but he ultimately fell back into a self-deprecating hole once his world views were challenged. In this fic I hope to get Marius to reconnect with Les Amis on a personal level first (via Cosette and Enjolras) before attempting to push him towards connecting with them politically (and he's already beginning to, in Ch. 5!).
And it's no surprise that the first person he reaches for when he realises that he DOES have actual friends is Courfeyrac! Writing this fic and rereading les mis letters has got me in my Courfius feels; Courf was such a good friend to Marius and (fic spoilers?) is definitely deserving of being his chief groomsman!
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And that's it for my Ch. 4 analysis! Sorry for the late answer lol; immediately after reblogging the post I got thrown 5 different assignment deadlines.
If anyone wants any other fic analysis (or even an AU analysis as a whole!) feel free to ask! I'm only one message away from blabbering like an idiot <3.
#les mis#les mis fanfic#syrup writing#OFEA#enjolras#cosette#marius pontmercy#only tagging the main players so that i dont flood tags#enjolsette
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DOS2: A Tale of Frustration
So BG3 doesn't run on my old PC so I turned to DOS2 to fill the void and I finished it out of pure spite. I'm sorry to all the fans but... omg why is it so frustrating? So I'm putting some of the things that were driving me crazy to get it off my chest.
the skill icons on the panel keep disappearing when I try to click them like 30% of the time
the 98 damage types and every enemy has a resistance to each of these
the undead heal from poison damage for some fucking reason
the fucking clouds. poison clouds can be extinguished by fire? makes total sense. Electric clouds? You're fucked unless you know a specific spell.
in half the fights everything ends up on fire, often cursed or necrofire. good luck!
Don't you just love the fights where you start of fighting 3 enemies and end up fighting 12? Not my idea of subverting the expectations.
crafting makes no sense, there are 6834673 items to be crafted and half of them are only useful in early game
how are you supposed to learn the recipes? you get some from dozens of crafting books but it's still only like 30%. How am I supposed to know hammer to a potato makes fries?
I was googleing up quests, crafting, combat and everything else every 5 minutes because I'm tired of going into shit blind but honestly it wasn't enough.
you are free to go anywhere except the areas all have specific levels so you struggle through enemies that are 2 levels higher and then find areas that are 3 levels lower you missed
And what's up with Arx? You expect a chill city phase and end up slaughtered wherever you go. And good luck finding those source points!
Half the quests only work if you have a specific character, specific race or trait and you don't know which. Better prepare for a fight.
Persuasion checks make no sense and you only know the requirements once you fail. Have a fun fight!
Finishing a really tough fight, being really proud of yourself... Looting the dead enemies only to fight... Sir Lora. That little bitch has a deathwish and shall run through necrofire and deathfog like its full of nuts. I redid almost every late-game battle more than once. Goddammit.
I appreciate the immersion but could the NPCs stop pacing for 5 seconds? I need to talk to them! I was running after Hannag for 5 solid minutes and only managed to speak to her after I froze the water making her fall.
The inventory drove me crazy... It's not just gear and potions. You have a pyromancer and the enemies are immune to fire? You better get those scrolls. 97 ingredients half of which you're never gonna use. And I just love putting all my keys into my bag of keys manually.
The armour, man. The armour has physical/magic protection stats, skill points, ability points and sometimes spells. So you wanna swap those gloves? LOL now you can't use 3 spells and are also overburdened.
Faithful Item Set. Just that alone. The set has like 9 items and they're all dispersed all over the map, with the most important parts found on random NPCs! Like, there's no quest relating to it, there are no clues. Just... look in every crate and trade with every single character, bro. Good luck! I got all the items using a very detailed guide... except not. Turns out I got the boots first and sold them off at some point. Woo!
Right-clicking doesn't work half the time. Wanna identify shit or disarm a trap? Nope. Wanna look up that boss that you're about to fight? Don't be a pussy, just hit them and see if it works.
I am using a reasonable number of giftbag perks. I'd probably quit without them by now.
Spent about 260 hours on this game and about 100 of it was just inventory sorting.
The final battle... where do I even start? You get all the spells, all the scrolls, all the potions... only to get one-shot by the fucking Kraken. I expected something epic and received an utter clusterfuck. I only managed to win after about 6 tries and only by drinking invisibility potions, waiting for everyone to murder each other and then finishing Rex.
Thanks for coming to my TED Talk. Sorry for your time.
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Wip asks….
Is p&p pride and prejudice… I’m intrigued
Anything you can share I’ll be here. Exciting to see your writing brain taking flight 😘
Spots!!!
My darling P&P is indeed pride and prejudice 😬😬😬
it’s gonna take me a while to get done but it has been percolating in my brain for over a year 😂
I’m sharing a few paragraphs of the secret fic that I’ve just written - because I am a tease and I’m intrigued to see if anyone can figure out what the fic is inspired by!!not that I think this sniper is giving anything away 😂
The road to London is an easy ride from the Diaz country house and it gives Buck plenty of time to think about Lieutenant Colonel Diaz and his son. Christopher had been adorable and everything a young boy of 7 should be. Buck was looking forward to teaching him, he got the feeling he would prove to be whip smart and a good pupil. His father Lieutenant Colonel Diaz, was a complete mystery to Buck though. He had come across as so aloof and unfriendly to start, but had seemed to warm up to Buck the longer they had spent in each other’s presence and then turned cold again once it was time for his departure. Buck could see the way he doted on his son, so he couldn’t be all bad, perhaps he just didn’t enjoy meeting strangers and inviting them into his home.
Bucks thoughts turn towards what he wants to teach Christopher and how he can make things interesting for him. He forgot to ask if he would have access to the Diaz library in the Lieutenant Colonels study, or if he would be able to purchase any supplies he might need. He wants to capture Christophers imagination and make learning fun, unlike his own experiences when he was Christophers age and was made to sit in a uninspiring school room and undertake a rigid and unimaginative education at the hands of a tutor who was the very definition of dull, in looks, teaching style and personality.
He supposes that what appealed to his parents, thankfully he had Maddie though and she made sure to spend hours with him in the library, with books spread all around them as they read through whatever they could find, Shakespeare, the history of the Roman Empire, Ancient Greek and Roman mythology, astronomy, the kings and queens of Great Britain and of voyages of discovery undertaken by Sir Francis Drake and Sir Walter Raleigh.
Maddie had made everything far more fun and interesting and Buck had found it difficult when she had married and moved away. this new venture into teaching was his own attempt at escape from the oppression of his family, the family name and the expectations he could never live up to, no matter how hard he tried.
He makes good time back to Buckley house in London and quickly sets about packing his trunks with everything he needs to make his break for freedom. He fills one trunk with his clothes and a second with an assortment of books, papers and various items in his possession such as a telescope Maddie had given to him when he was 12. Everything stowed safely in his trunks he flops onto the bed and starts to plot how he can get them out of the house without it being noticed.
#kym answers things#secret wip#buddie fic#yes I am attempting to write a pride and prejudice 118/ buddie fic 😬😬😬
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Love Between Fairy and Devil (ep 27, part 1)
Ah, there's a moment between Dongfang's and Changheng's posturing where the reality of "deciding the winner" really hits them because as much as they may deny it, their time spent as friends and brothers in the mortal realm meant something to them. It taught Changheng that there are elements of Dongfang to be admired and taught Dongfang to genuinely sympathize with the enemy. It widened their view of the other which widened the scope of themselves.
... and all that remembered warmth gets blown away when Changheng asks to speak with Orchid, lmao 🤣🤣😂😂 Look at Dongfang! Peeking like an anxious schoolboy, hahaha. Those self-restraint lessons have certainly come in handy, huh,on Supreme. 🤭
Oh, I didn't realize Changheng's mom ran away? Huh. Fairyland drives away everyone eventually. Either that or it uses them up and murders them for convenience's sake.
What am I supposed to do with this otp, these two idiots? His playful jealousy - when did Dongfang learn that? Orchid's coquettish implication he should carry her? I mean - where is the room for me to live?! Oh, and I am obsessed with the way he says, "Let's go," it's just so normal and warm and where are the words?! Why have you forsaken me?!
Them spinning around like kids... It does a heart good*sniffles* No one touch them! Or me! No one touch either them or me! We are cosseted in our happy place now.
Of course someone comes to snatch Dongfang from his happy place (Xunfeng, you well-meaning dick) and I'm just ready to fight him, you know? I am.
"As long as I am with her, how can things be wrong?" The double meaning. THE DOUBLE MEANING. Sir?! SIR?!
Okay, love this camera trick: since Dylan doesn't appear to be taller than the Xunfeng actor, the director uses the camera to affect the sensation of imposing and looming which allows us to track Xunfeng's jump from insistent to under threat. All this to say: get 'im, Dongfang.
Me to Xunfeng: "Someday I think you and I are going to have a serious disagreement. " (Can't say one of my favorite lines from the film without the gif. The line was *made* by that look he gives)
#post#cdrama#tv show: love between fairy and devil#chang heng#dongfang qingcang#orchid#otp: orchid x dongfang#gif#references film: the last of the mohicans#xunfeng
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Stalking Jack the Ripper Series Quote Rp Meme
book series by Kerri Maniscalco - feel free to change or edit change pronouns for rp purposes
“Roses have both petals and thorns, my dark flower. You needn’t believe something weak because it appears delicate. Show the world your bravery.”
“I think you’ve broken one of my ribs. Was that really necessary? Next time you tackle me, be sure it’s in one of our bedchambers.”
“Everyone deserved to live freely and in honor of themselves. A basic right should not be a luxury.”
“She’s the muscle. I’m clearly the charm.”
“Curiosity was a disease that plagued me, and I'd yet to find a cure.”
“Hearts were beautifully fierce yet fragile things.”
“One fact was slowly taking shape: I was in jeopardy of admiring him against my better judgment.”
“If you can dream without limits, you can soar to great heights. Let the magic of your imagination set you free.”
“No matter how much death and horror existed, there were still things of beauty left to find.”
“You’re both so intelligent in matters involving the mind, but the heart? It’s as if beings from other galaxies are puzzling out fried potatoes.”
“Sometimes you need to stand out in order to blend in.”
“Life was beautiful even during the darkest hours.”
“Mistakes were a learning experience, not the end of the universe.”
“Monsters were supposed to be scary and ugly. They weren't supposed to hide behind friendly smiles and well-trimmed hair.”
“What is a man's soul made of that a woman's is not?”
“Diamonds were everything I hoped to be; beautiful, yet containing unimaginable strength.”
“The world is neither kind nor is it cruel. It simply exists. We have the ability to view it however we choose.”
“Our hearts are curious things. So sentimental and easily misguided. Pull the right strings or snap the correct cords, and poof!”
“Most stories are too good to be true. That's what makes them enchanting.”
“Magic is science. It’s simply a fancier term for showing people the impossible is attainable.”
“Let's play act a murder,”
“I’d like to see you carry on with a corset digging its bones into your rib cage, and manage a skirt still covering most of your breeches and whipping around your thighs in this wind.”
“Always foster and grow that unquenchable curiosity of yours."
“Perhaps you should comment on the excellent cut of my suit. I look rather handsome today as well. Don’t you think?”
“Pretend I am as capable as a man? Please, sir, do not value me so little!”
“Passion and annoyance were fire, and fire was alive and crackling with power.”
“I wondered how I could appear so whole and serene on the outside when inside I was thrashing with turbulence.”
“Do not turn your back on a love that could jump the barrier between life and death.”
How exceptionally wonderful for him. I wished them both a lifetime of misery with ill-mannered children. I swallowed my annoyance down and plastered on a smile. “
“Pretending a monster wasn't there didn't make it go away. It only made one vulnerable to its attack.”
“Let’s have some wine and dance inappropriately. You’ve already dressed the part for me—let’s take advantage.”
“For there are no limits to the stars; their numbers are infinite. Which is precisely why I measure my love for you by them. An amount too boundless to count.”
“Love strangles intelligence, even in the best of us.”
“Humans were the true monsters and villains, more real than any novel or fantasy could invent.”
“Monsters were in the eye of the beholder. And no one wanted to discover their hero was the true villain of the story.”
“I refuse to believe you've misinterpreted my affections. I am wholly in love with you. And it is permanent.”
“Monsters are only as real as the stories that grant them life. And they only live for as long as we tell those tales.”
“You are yours to give.”
“I’ve already fallen hard. Perhaps you should have warned me sooner.”
Most people ignore what’s right before their eyes. They believe they see, but oftentimes only view what they want
“Those who deserve respect are given it freely. If one must demand such a thing, he'll never truly command it.”
“There’s nothing better than a little danger dashed with some romance.”
“Fear is a hungry beast. The more you feed it, the more it grows.”
“I love you... More than all the stars in the universe. In this life and ever after. I love you.”
“Wield your assets like a blade. No man has invented a corset for our brains. Let them think they rule the world. It’s a queen who sits on that throne. Never forget that.”
“The dead speak to those who listen. Be quieter than even them.”
“Some ghosts should remain good and buried,”
“Seeing the truth was never easy, especially when it revealed those closest to us could be monsters hidden in plain sight.”
“People were always providing in death what they would not do in life, it seemed.”
“Someone screamed; perhaps it was me. Though it would have made me happier if it were him.”
“Death was not prejudiced by mortal things such as station or gender. It came for kings and queens and prostitutes alike, often leaving the living with regrets.”
So there will be no children or any beautiful paradise in our future. Most of the time I cannot even tolerate his presence. His arrogance is… I don’t know. Annoying.”
Your association with me is growing more beneficial by the hour. Your intelligence is quite… attractive,”
“Sit here and I’ll rock you gently until you or I or both fall asleep.”
“Why don’t you talk to me about what’s really troubling you? What emotional dilemma needs sorting out?”
No man has invented a corset for our brains. Let them think they rule the world. It’s a queen who sits on that throne. Never forget that. There’s no reason you can’t wear a simple frock to work, then don the finest gown and dance the night away. But only if it pleases you.”
“I needed no man to empower me. I had my father to thank for that much; his absence in most everyday things had prepared me well enough to stand on my own.”
“Whenever I scared him, he turned into some foreign person. One who was both frightening and frightened at once.”
“One needn’t be strong in only physical matters—a strong mind and will were fierce to behold as well. “
“Most people ignore what's right before their eyes. They believe they see, but oftentimes only view what they want.”
“If you wish to go, I’ll never make you stay. I might not do and say the proper thing all the time, but I do know that I love you enough to set you free.”
“We women could be called creatures, if only the men who said such careless words accepted our claws were fearsome things when we decided to scratch.”
#open rp#open to all#open to anyone#ask meme#open meme#open to anybody#rp meme#ask prompt#roleplay meme#memes#open starter#book quote meme#ya books#book quotes#book rp#book rp meme#stalking jack the ripper#kerri maniscalco
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Unbreak my heart (Voller x Klaber)
Klaber didn't think of himself as a gentleman, let alone someone with feelings. But recently, well, he could notice a certain change in his demeanor.
He had been working for Voller for quite some time now, and he had to admit that he loved it. Maybe it was the way his boss said smart things Klaber didn't understand, or how he talked so highly about himself, or even his obsession with an old, ancient mechanism. Klaber couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he felt really attracted to his boss. At first, he thought it was the feeling of finally belonging to something, but now? Now he knew he wanted more than just to be on the team.
He would try his best to always be by Voller's side, listening carefully to every word he muttered, fetching him anything he needed, staring into his eyes every time they talked, appreciating the way he put other people in their places—fuck, he even started learning a whole new language because of his boss!
Klaber acted like a damn dog, but he kind of liked it; as long as he got to be with Voller, he would cut off his tongue if asked to.
Keeping him protected at all costs was also one of his top priorities. Only God and Klaber knew what happened to all those who crossed Voller. Klaber couldn't let anyone disrespect his dear boss and walk away freely; it just didn't sit right with him.
He tried his best to hide his feelings; he knew his boss wouldn't understand them, yet he couldn't stop thinking about them. The way he wanted to stare at those amber eyes for eternity or kiss those soft (at least Klaber imagined they were soft) lips... Oh, how he craved his boss' touch.
One day, he heard some strange noises coming from Voller's room. "Nobody is supposed to be here but us" he thought to himself. He grabbed his gun and headed to the master bedroom of the hotel suite.
Once he opened the door, he found Voller kissing a strange woman he had never seen before. "Get the hell away from him!" he said, quickly pointing his gun at the woman.
"Klaber" Voller quickly turned to him. "Put the gun down now." he demanded.
Klaber did as he was asked, still confused: "You know her, boss?"
"She is my lover, Klaber." Voller said firmly.
Something within Klaber died upon hearing those words. His boss... A lover... He felt his heart breaking into pieces as he tried his best to keep his composure. "Oh... I see... Excuse me then, Herr Voller." Klaber quickly exited the room as he felt some tears in his eyes. He closed the door and ran out of the suite.
Once he reached a safe place, he broke down completely, tears running down his cheeks as he curled up in a corner.
"A lover..." Klaber said to himself, "He has a lover..." Klaber wiped his tears. "Why am I acting like this? I should've seen it coming. Besides, I'm not much of a sentimental guy anyway. It's better this way." Klaber got up and walked back to the suite with a neutral expression. Once he entered the room, he found Voller smoking a cigar with a whiskey glass in his hand. "Klaber," Voller said, without looking at him. "Sit." he motioned to the empty chair next to him.
Klaber did as he was asked, his heart racing while he sat down near his boss.
"What you saw in there..." Voller motioned to his own room: "You mustn't tell anyone about it; no one can know."
"Understood, Herr Voller," Klaber said in a cold, formal tone. Something very unusual for him.
"Good" Voller took a drag from his cigar.
"Is there anything else you need, sir?" Klaber asked coldly once more.
"Actually, yes," Voller said, setting down his glass. "I need you to fetch me some books from the library." He handed Klaber a sheet of paper with the books he needed.
"I will be right back then, sir." Klaber quickly got up and exited the suite, leaving Voller with his own thoughts.
"He's acting different." Voller thought to himself as he grabbed the whiskey glass once more. "I wonder why... could it be? No. Klaber wouldn't be affected by that girl. Why would he? That is, of course, unless he... he... Mein Gott..." He dropped the glass to the floor, shattering it and spilling the amber liquid on the floor.
Realization hit him. It was true he didn't understand some of Klaber's behaviors, but he didn't think much of them until now.
Klaber was never one to show feelings, Voller thought; he always looked angry and about to explode but was always ready to serve. Klaber's devotion was something he appreciated; he did what he was asked to without much questioning, made sure Voller was always well rested and fed, protected him at all costs, stared into his eyes, listened carefully to him, tried to always be near him, and made sure he was always safe and well. "Cheißer..." Voller thought, realizing how clear Klaber's feelings for him were.
"Klaber..." Voller whispered, unsure of how to feel about this newly found information. He is a man of science; love was something new for him. He had urges, like every human being; that's why he had a lover, since he didn't actually feel anything for her. But he was intrigued nonetheless.
He never thought about his own feelings for Klaber. He was his acquaintance and his follower. He enjoyed his company and his loyalty and couldn't imagine completing his goal without him, but that was it, wasn't it? Voller felt nothing more for Klaber; their relationship was merely friendly, maybe even less than that.
Voller is pulled out of his thoughts by the door to his suite opening.
A loud sound is heard from his desk. When he turns to see who it was, he sees Klaber and a big pile of books. "Your books, Herr Voller" Klaber says firmly.
"Thank you, Klaber." Voller hesitates to say his goon's name.
"I'm just doing my job; now, if you'll excuse me, I have personal matters to attend to." Klaber walked out of the suite before Voller could answer.
This was chapter 1 of Unbreak my heart! I hope you enjoyed this @spider-bren bc you inspired me to write it :)
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Thursday Thoughts: Pride Asks!
It may be August, but I’m a big believer in Pride Year, so today I’m going through the list of questions I found on this post and answering the ones I feel like thinking about!
(Turns out I felt like answering all thirty-four of them. Have fun!)
1. Which labels do you use?
I am greyromantic and demisexual! I also use aromantic and asexual, or aro-ace.
2. Do you like to use the term queer for yourself? Or just LGBT, etc?
I’m here, I’m queer! I understand why some people aren’t comfortable with reclaiming this word, but it works well for me. You can’t leave out the A when you call it a queer community.
3. Which pronouns do you use?
She/her
4. Are you "out" to your family and friends?
Yep!
5. Are you "out" publicly?
Yep!
6. (If you're out) do you wish you came out sooner? Later? Or was it the right time?
I wish I’d known it was an option sooner. I couldn’t have come out before I knew about it, so I suppose it was the right time. But I wish I’d spent fewer years thinking there was something wrong with me.
7. Are you the "token" queer person in your family?
No, but when I came out, I didn’t know that there were other queer people in my family.
8. Describe your gender without using any words traditionally related to gender:
My gender is “respect me!”
9. When did you realize you weren't cishet?
In middle school, I knew I wasn’t feeling the same thing that my peers were describing when they talked about crushes. But it was easy enough to dismiss it as just another thing that was different about me. I was already anosmic and autistic, and always the first Jewish kid that anyone had ever met. I assumed I was “straight but broken” for the longest time. I didn’t even really believe that I could be asexual the first time I heard the word, in college. I joined my school’s Feminist Union, and that’s where I learned that there are more options to sexuality than straight or gay, more options to gender than boy or girl, and that romantic and sexual attraction weren’t the same thing. I went on Tumblr and followed as many queer blogs as I could find – I was determined to learn everything I could about all the identities, so I could be the best ally ever! One day, I saw a post with the word “demisexual” in it, and I Googled it. I read the definition, and it clicked.
10. Something that gives you gender euphoria (whether you're cis or trans):
When people call me “sir” or “ma’am.”
11. Favorite (or just one you love) piece of LGBT media?
Technically You Started It by Lana Wood Johnson. I wish I could reach back through time and hand this book to my preteen self.
12. Name some queer artists/bands or songs you like most:
“For Me” by Dearlie and “Never Been in Love” by Will Jay stand out. I’m not sure if it was intentional, but “Good Thing” by Zedd and Kehlani is SO aro.
13. Do you choose to reclaim slurs, why or why not?
Every word we use to describe ourselves has been used against us pejoratively. If I find a word works for me, I use it. If someone asks me not to use a word for them or around them, then I won’t use it for them or around them.
14. How do you think other factors like neurodivergency or upbringing have impacted your identity?
I’m Jewish, anosmic, and autistic. I understood from a very young age that there were things about me that made me different from other people, that other people wouldn’t be able to see right away. Once they realized that that difference existed, they would doubt me, question me, negatively judge me, and distance themselves from me. In a way, that all prepared me to realize and accept my asexuality and aromanticism.
I also give my parents a lot of credit for never putting any pressure on me to date when I was a kid or a teen. In hindsight, my childhood home was a very safe place to be aro-ace. Queerness wasn’t something we ever talked about, so it’s not like they encouraged me to explore, but they never discouraged it, either. When I first told my mom I thought I might have a crush on a girl, she immediately hugged me and told me she loved me, and that was the end of the conversation. I knew I could come to her and my dad with whatever new discovery I might make about myself.
15. How has your identity changed over time?
I went from “I have no idea” to “straight but broken” to “panromantic demisexual” to “greyromantic demisexual.”
16. Do you attend Pride in person every year?
No. I’d like to, but there’s a pandemic going on out there. And I live in Florida.
17. Have you ever attended Pride in a big city/ large metro area?
I went to Orlando Pride once with my then-boyfriend. There was a big, colorful parade, I bought a demisexual pride flag, and someone gave me a pair of rainbow sunglasses that I wore til they broke.
18. How old were you when you got to attend your first Pride? Who did you go with?
I think that Orlando Pride I mentioned was my first Pride. I was twenty-four or so.
19. Do you feel safe and accepted in your local community?
Safe enough, and accepted enough, given that it’s Florida. I stay in the Disney bubble enough that I don’t feel the need to constantly look over my shoulder. I have a girlfriend I love and friends I adore. That said, while no one locally is actively out to hurt me, it’s rare that anyone besides my girlfriend and a few key friends is actively out to understand and support my queerness, either. I try to find other aros and aces to hang out with in person, but it’s hard.
20. Do you feel like you "fit in" with the queer/Pride community overall?
I feel like I do. But I don’t think that they feel like I do.
21. What message would you give to your younger self?
Everything about you – everything you feel, everything you experience – is just as good, just as valid, and just as important as anyone else.
22. How do you usually celebrate Pride month?
These days mostly through TikToks.
23. Do you prefer loud parties or quiet?
Game night!
24. Do you practice any religion, if so how does it play into your LGBT identity? Do you feel welcomed by your spiritual community?
I’m Jewish. Masorti/Conservative. Like I said before, being Jewish in a predominantly Christian area prepared me in a way for being aro and ace. People struggle to understand it in similar ways; people are nice to me until they learn about it in similar ways. My community is pretty chill about it. They know I’m queer. My girlfriend and I met at synagogue. It doesn’t come up much, really. They’re more interested in the fact that I’m a twenty-something in a congregation where everyone is either much older or much younger than me.
25. What queer discourse frustrates you the most?
“Aces and aros aren’t LGBT!” “You’re not queer enough!” “You’re not oppressed enough!”
We have nothing to gain from shutting each other out, and everything to lose from perpetuating hate.
26. How do you feel about the term partner rather than husband/girlfriend/etc?
Partner is a great word! One of the ways my aromanticism shows up is in a fluctuating romance-repulsion. Sometimes I’m happy with romantic behaviors and ideas, and sometimes I’m really not okay with any of it! Right now, I’m calling my girlfriend my girlfriend, but sometimes that word doesn’t sit well with me. When we first announced our relationship on social media, I called her my “person.” I’m a big fan of having more words, more options, for how to describe the many ways our lives and relationships can be. “Partner” is great.
27. What gender-neutral terms for yourself or others do you use (i.e. joyfriend)?
My person. My partner. My friend. Babe.
28. Do you experience both romantic and sexual attraction? Do you experience them the same across any gender(s) you are attracted to?
Great question! I experience both at times, rarely. I’m demisexual – I only experience sexual attraction towards someone after I have an emotional connection with that person – and I’m greyromantic – I sometimes experience romantic attraction to others, without a clear pattern to it. Gender has never been an important factor for me. I’ve been in love with he’s, she’s, and they’s, and it comes and goes the same either way!
29. Are you currently partnered, or if not are you interested in having partner(s)?
My girlfriend and I have been a romantic couple for about three months. We were friends for about two years before that. I want to build a future together with someone, to make big life decisions together, to create a home together and have each other around for hugs whenever we need them.
But I feel fine when I don’t have that. Who I am when I’m in love and who I am when I’m not in love – it’s both me. I’m whole either way. But I know what I want.
30. Are you monogamous or polyamorous?
Not sure! I’ve never been in love with more than one person at a time, but I’m pretty sure I could be. I think it would be amazing to have more than one person you have that kind of understanding with and can count on like that. But I’m comfortable with monogamy. It’s not like my romantic partner is the only important person in my life; my family and friends are just as important.
31. Post a pic in your pride gear (or it can just be a selfie or anything else lgbt):
I don’t have any good pride pics right now, but I found this picrew I saved, like, two years ago:
32. Do you do arts and crafts? Post a pic of a project you've done:
I’m a writer, so have a poem instead:
I am yours to sit up with past midnight
I am yours now to hold very near
I am yours to give flowers and chocolates
I am yours when I tell you my fears
I am yours when you soothe all my worries
I am yours when you calm all my rants
I am yours here beside you for always
I am yours since you gave me the chance
I am yours when I tell you you’re silly
I am yours when you tell me the same
I am yours now to keep us both mindful
I am yours in both sunshine and rain
I am yours when we meet in the morning
I am yours when I tell you goodbye
I am yours, though the allos will tell us
That love without sex is a lie
Incidentally, I’m working on a book of Aromantic Asexual Love Poems. If you’ve read this far and you’re interested in beta-reading a queer poetry book, please reach out!
33. What about your LGBT identity do you feel proud of/ want to recognize/celebrate?
The freedom! The freedom to not know what’s going on with me, to be inconsistent, to figure out what’s best for me and my relationships, to build my future day by day by day. Recognizing my aromanticism and asexuality has opened so many doors for me and given me so much hope!
34. What are you needing most right now (what would make your life easier or more fulfilling in regards to existing as queer)?
More people who are neither aro nor ace mentioning aro and ace people in queer contexts. We can’t be the only ones speaking up for ourselves. Y’all need to be positive and noisy about us, too. That’s how we know we’re safe with you.
#thursday thoughts#pride#pride asks#queer#aroace#aromantic#asexual#greyromantic#demisexual#coming out#poetry#queer community#aro#ace#aromanticism#asexuality#aro pride#ace pride#aroace pride
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Romeo and Juliet
summary: You and Peter are supposed to be arch enemies. Your families look down upon and spit on one another. But maybe something will change their hearts.
Warnings: ANGST, smut in later chapters, character death, all of the warnings that go along with normal Romeo and Juliet, Avengers being douchy, VERY MINOR AGE GAP, hints of Dom!Peter, experienced!Peter x innocent!reader, cursing
pairings: peterparker(mcu)xreader, wandaxreader(plutonic) basically everyonexreader(plutonic), pietromaximoffxreader
Prologue:
Many, Many years ago lived two young kids in love. One came from the blood of Stark, the other from the blood of Rogers. The families were nothing less than enemies with no respect for each other and a cold hatred for one another. The noble house of Stark raised some of the best and brightest whereas the house of Rogers raised the most powerful and brave. The beautiful Y/n L/n came from the house of Rogers where her gifts were nurtured and even encouraged. And up until the age of 16, she knew nothing but happiness and love from her father Steve Rogers (who adopted her) and her mother Natasha Romanoff. The other part of the shared heart, Peter Parker was brought into the house of Stark for his unwavering loyalty and his incredible intelligence. However, up until he turned 17, he felt as if something was missing. He was fawned over and gawked at however he could never find anyone who was worth his time, no matter how hard the other members of Stark tried. Tony would host grand parties and balls but no one piqued Peter’s interest. They were all the same it felt like; lacking any sort of intelligence or substance. One day, Peter decided he had had enough,
Present Day:
(Peter’s POV)
It was another day. Tony had decided to throw another ball tonight to celebrate his house making well into the trillions and beating out Steve’s house who was still in the millions. Peter never cared about money because he was poor before he was taken in. He remembered the nights May would go hungry just to feed him and now, it was disgusting how rich May and Him are thanks to him just following his moral compass and deciding to intern under Stark. Peter loved learning all about science and mathematics but he always felt like he wanted more. He wanted a companion to share his passion for the disciplines and it didn’t even have to be Math or Science. He wanted to make love and not just have mindless sex; and talk about the world afterwards. If it boiled down to it, he wanted to run away and be with the woman he loves.
Peter pulled himself out of a trance when he heard F.R.I.D.A.Y.:
“Sir. Parker, Mr. Leeds is here to see you”
“Thank you F.R.I.D.A.Y.” Peter sighed.
“No problem, sir” F.R.I.D.A.Y. answered systematically.
Ned came right behind F.R.I.D.A.Y. and saw Peter’s glum face:
“Hey dude” Ned nodded
“Hey man” Peter smiled.
They both exchanged their handshake before going out for a walk under the citrus trees:
“Why the long face?” Ned asked.
“No reason. I’m good.” Peter said without even looking up.
“Peter, I know when you're lying. We’ve been friends for 11 years. Is this about the girl thing again?” Ned asked even though he already knew the answer when Peter’s silence confirmed it.
“Dude” Ned rolled his eyes.
“I know, I know, it’s stupid but it’s really eating me up inside. I just want somebody.” Peter sighed.
“Tell you what, we can pick up some girls at the ball tonight.” Ned said.
“NED I’M SICK OF “PICKING UP GIRLS” I WANT A WIFE NOT A WHORE.” Peter yelled.
“okay dude, you didn't have to yell” Ned said quietly.
“I’m sorry bro. Maybe she’ll be at the ball tonight.” Peter said, trying to fix the situation.
“I hope so” Ned said. They fist bumped and kept walking.
(Y/n’s POV)
“Y/NNNNNNN” Your mom called.
“COMINGGG” You replied.
You check your clock and it’s 11:00 AM. You slipped on your robe and headed downstairs because if you didn’t, your mom would drag you out of your bed. You reached the bottom of the stairs when you see Wanda, Sam, Bucky and your dad at the table:
“Look all I’m saying is that Stark is only throwing the ball because he has nothing better to do with his time and he’s an arrogant ass-” Sam started.
“Hey, Y/n!” Wanda shouted interrupting. This earned her an eye roll from Sam.
“Hey, Wands” You say.
“Hey I wanted to talk to you about why you're spending so much time in your room.” Nat said.
“No reason. I just like it up there.” You reply.
Wanda reads your mind and sees the true reason for your depression.
“Ugh this again?” Wanda questions.
“Oh God, Y/n not this partner rant again.” Your mom says.
“What partner rant?” Steve asked
“Y/n is just lonely.” Nat says passively.
“As many people as there are in this house and you're lonely??” Steve asks.
“Dad I'm not lonely. I just want a partner, someone who shares my intellect and ambitions.” You say.
“What intellect?” Steve asks half jokingly.
You were getting fed up at this point and decided to go upstairs and change into a comfy outfit and go for a walk:
“Where are you going?” Your mom asks.
“For a walk” You say not even bothering to shoot her a glance.
#peter parker angst#peter parker fanfiction#peter parker#peter parker smut#mcu#wanda maximoff#bucky barnes#sam wilson#natasha romanoff#tom holland x reader#tom!peter parker smut#ned leeds#foryou#peter parker x fem#romeo and juliet
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