#i had no idea how to display these lmfao | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

deadsetobsessions · 2 months

Note

As the girl who came up with the Triplet! Tim AU PLEASSEEEEE continue it!!!!! I NEED to see Bruce who thought he had one robin finding out he actually has three separate completely different ones

I gotchu lmfao I think I’ll get to Bruce later? I’m really happy you liked it omg like that idea is so good

——

Their plan was perfect! It would have been perfect, had it not been for Dick Grayson and his nosy face!

Batman might not have known his identity, but Dick Grayson did. He promised to keep it from Batman, but Tim hadn’t exactly thought about his secret identity when he showed up to harass the man into being Robin again.

And now, they’re paying for it.

Tim leaned back and crossed his arms as he watched Dick cradle his head in his hands, looking half a short breath away from a mental breakdown.

“Are you telling me… there’s three of you?”

“Yes, Dick.” Tim sighed, having answered this exact question ten times in the past two minutes.

Dick lifted his head, wide eyes looking a little feverish… no, looking a little manic.

“Tim. Your name is Tim, right? I’m not-”

“Yes, my name is Tim. Technically, so are the others. But the one here with us is Lionel.”

“No, wait, Tim, you understand how this is- insane, right? It’s not even remotely in the realm of mentally healthy.” Dick paused. “Wait, are you skipping school right now?!?”

“Has anyone ever told you your priorities are screwed up, Dick?” Lionel-Tim walked back into the room, hands full of snacks and, most importantly, Dick’s emergency marshmallow bag. Dick turned to Lionel, eyes full of guilt, and grabbed the bag of marshmallows like a dehydrated man in the middle of a desert who’s only couple of feet away from an oasis that he’s been looking for for days.

“Oh my god. I’ve had three younger brothers and I thought they were all the same kid!” Dick wailed, grabbing a handful of marshmallows and stress cramming it into his mouth. Tim threw him a disgusted look.

“To be fair, we made sure to train to act like each other from a really early age,” Tim said, snatching the bag of chips that Lionel chucked at his head. His snack laden triplet plonked himself on the plush spinning chair, shoving a hand inside the bag of gummy worms and cramming it down his throat as he spun around.

“I can’t believe I’ve never even checked up on you at your place!! If I did, I would have noticed it way earlier!”

“Probably not,” Lionel mumbled through his mouthful of colorful gummy worms. “You only caught us because Tim got beat half to death by an edgy crime lord teenager.”

Dick hunched into himself, a myriad of complicated emotions- largely, guilt and fury and heartbreak- wormed its way past his face. Tim glared and threw a chip at his triplet.

“It’s fine, Dick. Lionel’s just being an asshole. We’re taking care of it. Revenge prank.” Tim explained.

“He wouldn’t have caught us and you know it.” Lionel grumbled.

“I’ll help.” Dick mumbled dejectedly.

“You’ll have to get in line, Wing,” Tim went back to his laptop. “My thirds got first dibs, and I’m not planning on staying still either. I’m gonna mess with Jason’s slush funds.”

“He’s got a stash of cash locked up in the fourth safe house, but that’s not interesting. Look!” Lionel proudly displayed a duffle bag- from where he got it from, Dick had no clue- and unzipped it to show batteries, lightbulbs, and random bits and bobs.

“What is that?” Dick asked.

“That’s the second lightbulb in his bathroom light! This is the left battery in his TV remote! And this is half of his back up boot laces. I took all of his 10 mm sockets! And the specialized socket he got for his bike! And this,” Lionel grinned, lifting up a piece of fabric. “Is his pillow case!”

“Niceee.” Tim whistled. He tossed a piece of tech at Lionel. “Sneak back into his house and put that in between his pillows. It’ll keep both sides uncomfortably warm.”

“Fuck yeah!”

“Is… this revenge for almost killing you?” Dick asked.

“It’s either this or complete and total financial ruin, social death, and then actual death.” Tim tapped away at his laptop.

“You’re kind of scary, you know that?”

“We know!” Lionel chirped.

“Base, come in.”

“Base,” Tim quickly replied, laser focused on Archy’s call. Lionel and Dick quieted.

“Hood’s lurking outside the school like a creep,” Archy muttered into the comm, papers rustling behind him.

Dick tensed, upset making itself visible once more.

“You still have the container I gave you this morning in your pocket?”

“Yes.”

Tim smirked in a way that made Dick suddenly have a horrible need to shake and lecture him on the moralities of not becoming a villain. “It’s glitter. Purple and pinks.”

“…Ah.”

“Godspeed, Archy!” Lionel chirped again, sounding slightly more demented.

A moment of silence before-

“Oof!” A puff. “Oh, no! I’m so sorry, mister!”

On the other end of the comm, the gruff voice of a beefy teenager spluttered, “What- why do you- egh- my mouth! The glitter went into- pleh, pleh! What the fuck, kid?!”

“I’m so sorry! It was supposed to be for a project! I worked so hard to mix the colors right! Wait, stay still, mister! I’ll help!”

Archy, eyes wide and innocent, patted some more glitter onto the vigilante.

“No, stop! Stop! You’re getting it on my bike!”

“It’s a pretty color- oh hey, this is open-”

“No! That’s the fuel tank!”

“Oh! Whoops! Sorry!”

As chaos spread on the other side of the comms, Tim and Lionel burst into cackles. Dick choked on the marshmallows, helplessly shaking with laughter.

Lionel whacked at Dick’s back, hysterically giggling.

“That’s- that’s Archy?”

“Archy pretending to be Lionel pretending to be me yeah. I hope he got glitter in the fuel tank.” Tim grinned.

“Want me to patrol tonight to see if he got the glitter out of his bike?”

Lionel jabbed his pointy elbows onto Dick’s shoulders. “Absolutely. Distract him, too! I gotta mess with his safe houses. He’ll never feel comfortable in a safe house ever again.”

“Don’t go overboard, Lionel.” Tim looked up. “But also, I changed his WiFi passwords to 123456, so do with that what you will.”

Lionel grinned. Dick mustered up a smile in response, pushing the guilt away. He had a lot to make up to his little brothers, and if terrorizing Jason was how he was going to accomplish that… well, Dick’s not feeling too nice about Jason right now.

——

Batman squinted suspiciously at a humming Nightwing.

“Something happen?” He managed to ask.

“Hm? Oh, no, I got some nice pictures.”

“…I see.”

Batman, regardless of what his history might suggest, knew how to pick his battles. This? This thing that brought Nightwing’s murder smile? This was one battle he was willing to walk away from.

“Hey, B, you ever think about adopting more kids?”

Batman choked and promptly grappled away. Nightwing cackled.

“You can’t escape the question!”

Batman ran faster.

#Batman #nightwing: maybe i can adopt this time #nightwing being nightwing #nightwing #tim drake is a triplet au #Jason Todd #Tim Drake #Jason getting effectively glitterbombed

558 notes · View notes

twilghtkoo · 1 year

Text

summary. haechan is capturing everything he loves and cherishes on his new camera and it’s mostly you filling up his sd card

pairings. haechan x reader (f)

genre. fluff, established relationship

warnings. mentions of photography/videography during sex

note. this is inspired by haechan’s recent bubble message TT he recently got a camera and he‘s been taking pictures with it a lot and even of his family ;-; also didn’t know how to end this lmfao but enjoy anyway !!

—

you are sitting backstage at the boys’ concert tonight, watching as staff frantically waking back and forth and making sure everything is going smoothly before it’s time. some of the boys are sitting down on their phone while some of the others are getting their makeup done.

haechan is one of them, sitting on a chair as the makeup artist is doing her thing. he’s on his phone as well, watching tiktoks and sending the funny ones to you even though you’re on the couch behind him. when he sends them he watches you through the mirror to see your reaction and wait for you to laugh.

jungwoo sits next to you, hair, makeup and already changed, pops his head over your shoulder. “what’s so funny?”

you show him the tiktok haechan has sent you, the short clip of a dog with a wig on and a random song playing even makes jungwoo blurt out laughing.

haechan is finished with his make up and hair, you’re helping him get changed as instructed by the stylists. you usually help the staff if they ask you to, not wanting to bother their flow or overstep, but the staff welcome you and are very kind to you.

haechan giggles. “your tongue really does stick out when you’re concentrating.” he points out.

you pause your hands, fixing the collar of his jacket carefully. “stop staring.” you try to tell him sternly, your hands moving down to his pants. making sure they sit on him right, your fingers occasionally grazing the area below his belly button that is covered by his shirt.

haechan is aware of your fingers innocently yet dangerously touching his waist, his heart reacting only for you as it beats louder than the fans that are screaming out there right now. only you have this affect on him.

“cant help that my girl is gorgeous.” he teases, biting down on his lower lip.

you scoff, patting his butt softly. “you’re all good superstar.”

“can you take a picture with me?” he asks, out of the blue. reaching for your hand to pull you back closer to him.

you tilt your head, scrunching your eyebrows. “right now?”

he nods, happily. “with my camera.”

you give in. you can’t say no when he’s looking so good in front of you and his eyes look like that. it’s the same look he gives you when he asks anything from you. whether it be to shower with him, watch a new show with him, to go check out this store he saw that had a sweater he really liked with him.

haechan recently bought a camera, an idea you suggested to him a long time ago but he claimed he wasn’t really good at taking pictures. but now he’s learning and he’s enjoying it so much. he’s been taking lots of photos of his members, concerts, family and you. capturing fond, silly memories and candids.

not sure why he wants to take a picture with you at this moment. you didn’t really dress up, only came prepared with your hair down and your makeup done. you are cladded in the boys’ tour shirt that’s a bit oversized on you, just how you like it with jeans.

“mark!– no wait, i don’t trust him. hyung!” he calls out to johnny.

“can you take a few pictures of us please?” haechan hands over his camera to johnny before pulling you to his side, his hand slipping behind you to sit on your waist, gently squeezing it affectionately.

“okay, newly wedded couple, smile for me!” johnny jokes, making you and haechan roll eyes before you slip your hand behind haechan to rest your hand on his waist. your head naturally leaning closer to him and you feel him rest his head on top of yours, warm smiles displayed.

“three..two..one!” flash.

“another one, kiss for the camera.” johnny orders jokingly, yet you both know he’s being serious.

haechan throws his fist in the air, triumphantly. “yes!” and he takes your face in one hand, placing his wet lips on the side of your face.

“perfect! three, two, one..” flash.

“yah! what kind of kiss was that?” you exclaim, wiping off the saliva with the back of your hand.

haechan looks offended, his lips turned downward in a frown. “yah, don’t wipe my kiss away.”

you fight back a smile. “well kiss me the right way fool.”

“let’s get some action,” johnny teases once again, preparing to snap the photo of the century.

one of his hands are lazily on your hips, and the other cups your cheek as the pad of his thumb is gently rubbing your skin. his eyes follow from yours down to your soft, plump lips.

your eyes meet his again, he wiggles his eyebrows making you giggle.

his warm, soft lips connect with yours in a lingering kiss.

“okay lovers, ready, three..two..one..” your eyes flutter shut the minute his lips touch yours, your hand that was on his waist now clutching onto the fabric of his jacket.

“ok i’m getting sick, take your camera.” johnny pushes his camera in between you two, both of you giggling and blushing as johnny leaves you two alone.

it’s early in the morning as you’re in the kitchen preparing yourself a small breakfast and your regular coffee. you’re not really a breakfast person, sometimes opting for a bowl of oatmeal or a breakfast bar. you have a class in two hours, your boyfriend is still sound asleep in your room softly snoring away. the lewd events of last night shoves it’s way into your thoughts, making you smile like a weirdo in front of your coffee machine. you take your breakfast and your hot mug alone with you towards your patio. it’s cool outside and the sun is slowly rising from its slumber.

you don’t often eat breakfast outside on your patio, you think you’ve only stepped out here about a few times since you moved in. but your thought process thinks that this is a very therapeutic way to start the day.

“good morning, beautiful.” a familiar voice spoke up from behind you. when you turn around to face haechan, the breakfast bar in your mouth still when he caught you off guard from taking a bite.

the sight of you sitting outside on the patio chair with your legs resting on the small round table, his shirt from last night riding up your thighs, exposing your bare thighs and the swelling of your breasts poking through the thin fabric indicating you’re not wearing a bra. you look the most beautiful like this, he thinks.

he’s leaning against the door frame that separates the inside of your home and the outside.

you smiled, “good morning,” your voice sounding muffled from the bite you just took.

“wait!” he exclaimed, turning around and rushing back towards your bedroom. you go back to enjoying your small, quick, breakfast and your cup of coffee, patiently waiting for him to return.

haechan comes back, his hair still disheveled and still shirtless. his sweatpants he had slept in are hanging dangerously low on his hips, occupying the empty chair beside you. and you don’t miss the reddish/purplish marks that adorn his neck collarbone and chest.

“what’s the camera for?” you quirked an eyebrow.

he smirks, “let me take a photo of you right now.”

you blink, “like, right now?”

he nods. “can you imagine waking up to look for your girlfriend and you find her in her own little word looking the prettiest in nothing but my shirt in front of a sunrise?”

scoffing and turning your head away to take another sip of your coffee to hide your face before offering him your cup, in which he gratefully takes.

“i probably have drool on my face.” you joke, but you haven’t looked in the mirror so you cringe to yourself.

“so what? you’re still beautiful.”

“okay fine, if you say so.” you respond with a shrug, acting as if his words don’t affect you.

he grins, giving you back your mug before he sets up his camera and holds it in front of his face.

you suddenly pretend to find interest at the skyline, holding your mug with both your hands. not sure how to act in front of a camera so you just sit still and take sips from your cup.

you hear multiple snaps from his camera. not sure why he’s taking so many but you don’t question him.

“can you look at me now,”

assuming he’s done taking pictures you look at him expectantly, wanting to look at the photos he’s taken of you.

snap.

“what the,” you blurt out.

he chuckles. “sorry princess, can you smile for me?” he pleads.

you sigh, but does as he says, yet immediately feeling self-conscious. “this feels weird,” you burst out laughing with your hands covering your face.

“no, no, babyyy, you look so pretty. i want to take a picture of my pretty girl.” his camera now in his lap as he reaches to grab both your wrists to pull away from your face. an idea pops into his head, his fingers still wrapped around your wrists, pulling you towards him so you’re straddling his lap, he swiftly saves his camera from you sitting on it. he spreads his legs a bit farther apart so you can sit comfortably, basically manspreading.

he leans back with a wide smile, pointing his camera at you. “how about now?”

tilting your head back as you laugh, using his chest to support your hands. “you are so slick.” not even realizing he’s capturing you in a state he often experiences when he’s with you.

feeling playful all of a sudden, you start holding up your hand, doing multiple poses. a peace sign next to your eyes as you wink to the camera. blowing multiple kisses to the camera. your wrists jointing together hold your face as if you were a flower.

and the one behind the camera was enjoying this too much.

“did you get your fix of me now?”

he hums, as he scrolls through the collection of photos of you.

you hesitate for a moment before asking, “let me take a few of you. please.” you shyly ask.

there have been times where you’re behind the camera. sometimes you’ll take photos of him and his members when haechan asks you to, or that time when you came along with him and his family for his little brother’s entrance ceremony. quickly capturing multiple family photos of him with his parents and siblings. then haechan asks a stranger to capture a family photo, this time with you in the picture.

he doesn’t refuse, handing you his camera and his hands now taking their place on your bare thighs.

you want to capture the marks you created on his skin from last night, zooming in carefully, just like he taught you.

“it’s kinda hot that you’re taking pictures of the hickeys you gave me.” he admits, biting his lower lip as he stares at your concentrated face.

“what do you think about photography and videography during sex?” he asks slowly.

you glance down at him then back at the camera. “i wouldn’t mind, i don’t know about filming though.” you honestly say.

he was shocked at your answer, thinking you would be scared with taking photos and videos and thinking the government would manage to get their hands on it. but your answer excites him.

as he’s imagining taking photos of you in an intimate situation, you sprawled out in front of him, naked, posing for his camera. god, he’d pick you up right now and continue round three from last night. but he knows you have class in an hour.

your fits of giggles snap him out of his daydreaming. “so this is that stare that johnny was talking about..god, you’re so fucking cute.” too absorbed with how handsome and cute your boyfriend is.

“so you up to a round three when you get back from class?”

2K notes · View notes

partycatty · 4 months

Note

Hear me out bi han with a figure skating reader?..

YAS i actually have two other requests for the same thing! u guys r so cute i love ur lil ideas :))

bi-han > foolish

how it goes when you're an elegant skater and he's a stoic ninja!

warnings: u almost die, controversial bi-han character writing?

notes: this reads like a barbie movie it's a little corny, also i imagine his frost/ice shoots out like elsa LMFAO like all beautiful n shit when he's not trying to spear someone w an icicle

masterlist <3

•when i say bi-han is absolutely horrible at verbalizing his romantic thoughts, i promise with my entire being that i mean it.

•so it comes to nobody's surprise when all bi-han can do is watch you as you glide across the ice like a gorgeous fairy, eyes closed and completely encapsulated in the movement. he was supposed to be scouring the land for raiden and kung lao to confirm their whereabouts, but he stopped when he heard your pretty humming and scraping of ice. all he could do was stand atop a roof and observe you quietly, suddenly feeling a little warm, which was completely out of character for the cryomancer.

•your skates were handmade and your movements weren't professional. you learned through VHS tapes and magazines growing up, and you wanted nothing more than to leave fengjian and make it big in the olympics.

•each time he returns to fengjian to spy on the farmers and report back to liu kang, he's sure to stray from the path when nobody is looking, and checks on the frozen pond to see if you're skating. something about it entrances him. perhaps it's because he uses his ice for dominance and strength, while you submit your entire life to the deadly pond in such a beautiful display of grace.

•it takes him several visits to actually approach you, and it was entirely unintentional. you had actually fallen into a thin patch of ice, your leg trapped in a jagged part and effectively sucking your leg into the freezing water. he leapt from the rooftop and revealed himself to you. while he may not be the best at encouraging words, he's great at barking commands. so, in his all-ice-knowing voice, he tells you how to save yourself step by step, since you seemed entirely clueless about this incredibly important survival skill.

•your nerves got the better of you as you cry out and squirm, and the ice cracked even more. bi-han let out a growl of frustration with the situation before stomping across the ice to you. you wanted to shout out and tell him to stand back or he'd make it worse, but the words get caught in your throat when, with each step, his footsteps spawned large swirling waves of frosty ice, effectively repairing the cracks around you.

•bi-han doesn't outstretch an arm, he just stands menacingly - and silently - over you as you whimper in pain. saving yourself, you use his thick arm as leverage and hoist yourself out of the water, and he barely flinches at your soggy weight.

•"you... you did that," you say incredulously and out of breath, pointing at the intricate patterns along the ice top. bi-han's eyes follow your point and he exhales before turning back to you. "with the ice... how?"

•"you were foolish," he replies coldly, though you sense a morbidly caring tone in his voice. "stay near the shore. you'll lose that leg if you're not careful. no more skating then."

•your hand is on his chest as you regain your balance, and your eyes fall to the emblem on his uniform.

•"how did you know i was skating?" you ask, with a smirk teasing your lips. bi-han tenses up at your question, looking away momentarily. he would literally rather die than admit he was staring at you, and you sense that, so you move back to the emblem.

•"you are in a clan," you mutter, reaching to trace it. "what are ninjas doing in fengjian?"

•instinctively, he snatches up your wrist and holds it in the air, warning you silently not to touch it. but even so, bi-han's lips part for a moment, his eagerness to speak to you overtaking his stoicism. he covers his mouth and furrows his brows. something about your gentleness, your kindness, causes him to desire to match it. your sweet eyes looking into his, you tilt your head and he nearly collapses.

•he decides not to answer your question, and you assume whatever it is is a private matter. perhaps the whispers in madam bo's restaurant might offer an explanation later.

•"well... thank you," you thank him gently, with your arm still in his grip. it's evident that... he doesn't scare you. in fact, you're fascinated by this man. everyone knows everyone, so who could this big yummy scoop of ice cream be??

•"don't thank me yet," he replies, eyes looking down at the ice and back to the shore. "with me. come."

•you do an awkward combination of skating and walking beside bi-han as he leads you back to the snowy shore. his hand rests on your back, full palm taking up a great amount of space on your back. you shudder at the thought.

•"may i thank you now?" you ask with gentle playfulness, smiling up at the ninja before bowing out of respect. "you saved my life, sir. the least you can do is tell me your name."

•"bi-han," he finally replies, his lips in a firm line. "don't make me save you again. be smart. be vigilant."

•his lecture halts when he hears his brothers call for his name in the echoey distance. he shares one last glance with you before walking off into the village alleys, and you're utterly dumbfounded. did that actually happen, or was that a weird hypothermic hallucination? do those even happen?

•before the lin kuei end their exploration of your village, bi-han decides to leave one last lesson for you at your doorstep. how he even knew where you lived baffled you. but, the uneasiness went away when you opened the hastily put together box, and see a brand new pair of ice skates, the blades frosted with the same beautiful pattern you saw on the ice that day.

•never again did you get near the thin points of the icy pond. and, every winter after that, you can't help but feel a pair of eyes on you in the distance as you improve your flips and pivots using your gorgeous skates. and you're pretty sure the lin kuei's business in the village ended quite some time ago...

#mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat #bi han x reader #bi han #sub zero x reader #sub zero #mk1

268 notes · View notes

miyaur · 1 year

Text

𝄞 — zhongli (gn!reader) — ❝ two is better than one! ❞

summary: your calm, sensible, and handsome boyfriend wants to take your relationship to the next level, ready for slow intimate moments together, but what would you think if you saw what double digits he had like down under!

a/n: saw a lovely fanart of zhongli, gave me big idea for a fic and i love zhongli so much :)!

warnings: nsfw, mentions of double dick zhongli (LMAO), riding, doggy style(?), dom!zhongli, sub!reader this time, don't know what else, enjoy though!

You and ZHONGLI have been dating for a bit, slowly and surely you both grow more deeply in love than before, Hu Tao mentions how horrifyingly you both looked like a cheesy teen couple in highschool on their first date.

Shopping, or getting some coffins from imported land with you and ZHONGLI is a nightmare, Hu Tao quoted. Both of you often glancing at each other and growing red, then looking away from each other once more, all wanted is for you both to just get the damn coffins into the carriage and back to home sweet home!!

Although this may have ticked Hu Tao off about how cheesy it all was, and as much as it is cheesy, it's nice seeing you, her close friend, finally getting along with your obvious crush for a bit now, aka ZHONGLI.

Finally putting the coffins back into the parlor, and in display, you both finally get "kicked out for being too cheesy", aka Hu Tao saying enjoy your date tonight!

Strolling through the streets of Liyue, small stares at each stall. You both fonally decided on just a small snack at Third Round Knockout to end off the day. ZHONGLI surprisingly paid this time though (must be a special night hmmm?)

Finally crashing down on the bed in ZHONGLI's home. Lying down, so tired from everything (eating and putting a coffin in a stroller and arranging it for display) that happened today. "Beloved, today I would like to.." he clears his throat, "Take our relationship to another level. "-We've been together for quite some time, and we both know we can't spend eternity with each other forever." You sat up looking confused, "So, what's the surprise, sweetheart?" you asked.

He pins you down with his geo-scattered hands onto the bed frame. "I would like to be intimate with you, at least just once, if you would allow it my love?" He said, breathing a bit heavy, not so hard to carry though. "Sure, what could go wrong, right?" You giggled. ZHONGLI's breath slowly getting closer to your neck, biting it, marking you as his.

You moaned slightly, whimpering at the sudden bites, "Mmm, your neck is sensitive isn't it, honey?" he said muffled, but understandable, you nod in a bit of excitement. He bites a bit more and let's go. ZHONGLI lies himself down and lets you hover on top of him. (ok u both are naked at this point dont ask how) You turn your head to see his cock(s) (LMFAO), dripping with precum. "O-oh.. I kinda see you only wanna do this just now.." "You never fail to amuse me, love"

Inserting one of them up your hole, you whine as it struggled to fit. slowly riding him, you both moan out each other's names. hours go by, many rounds have taken place, you both are a mess, he has you hands pinned to the bedframe, fucking you senseless, slowly noticing the belly bulge forming in your stomach. "Feel that, babe? That's the mark. The mark that shows my ownership over you, got it?" Your fucked dumb hazy expression was enough for him, fucking into you more, "s' close again 'li, just a lil' m-more.." you moaned out about to cum for the last time, this time with ZHONGLI.

"Me too, honey. Just- haah.. just wait a little long- haah! longer baby." Hard thrusts went in and out, each getting harsher and faster. Both of you finally came, feeling his hot cum shoot up inside you. savoring this little intimate moments together.

"two is always better than one, no?"

i live and breathe for this man 🥰‼️

#genshin scenarios #genshin x reader #genshin imagines #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact fanfiction #genshin drabbles #genshin fanfic #genshin impact scenarios #genshin headcanons #genshin impact smut #genshin impact x you #genshin smut #genshin x gn reader #genshin x you #zhongli x reader #zhongli smut #zhongli x you #♪ winter.writes

791 notes · View notes

transboysokka · 4 months

Text

So my favorite character in The Brothers Sun is Taiwan. Like yeah Taiwan has its own shows and movies but it just feels Different to see Taiwan in a big international/American show! It’s SO cool actually and so um here are some thoughts I had and things I Noticed about different Taiwan scenes and things in the show idk

Episode 1

the opening shot of Taipei tells us this is a Thursday- the top of 101 is green and is a different color every day of the week

that corkscrew-shaped apartment building we see Charles living in is kind of an urban legend here in Taipei. They say it’s the most expensive place to live in the city, that each apartment has its own swimming pool, and that there’s an elevator specifically to bring cars up to display in your living room. No idea if the interiors look like that for real though

I was gonna say it’s pretty crazy he has an American-style oven in Taipei bc nobody does but actually in that apartment… yeah he probably would

afaik there’s not a way to (“legally”/officially) stream any of those famous British baking shows here rip

I do wonder if they actually filmed the opening scene in the corkscrew building or if they just really pay attention to detail because the skyline seen out the window matches up to what it would really look like from that part of the city

the shoes, I mean we all know about shoes-off houses but yeah

豆漿. Soy milk. Yeah

They definitely eat Hi-chews in one of these scenes

Episode 2

It makes way more sense for the guys to have snuck out for shaved ice as kids than youtiao… I’m just saying… like would *I* do that yes but it’s usually just like. A thing you eat with soup or breakfast

Episode 3

“Are you sure you can handle-“ “the heat? I’m from Taiwan.” lmfao BITCH Taiwan has some of the blandest cuisine I’ve ever tasted (he does think it’s too spicy tho lol)

“Keelung. A fishing village just north of Taipei.” Okay like I can see how the older generation would call it that but it’s actually a whole ass city…

Episode 5

Not a Taiwan thing but the Maotai made me laugh. It’s like the Coca Cola of Chinese baijiu and imho it’s just as awful as every other brand

Episode 6

ok the episode that made me want to make this list

the Costco shit IS funny because vitamins, baby formula, that’s all the good stuff you want to bring back from abroad BUT actually we have Costco in Taiwan and can easily get a lot of that stuff? This concept imo would fit a lot better for China than Taiwan. It’s still very much a thing to load your suitcase up with baby formula on the way home to China, and there’s actually a huge smuggling business bringing it in through Hong Kong but I digress

Idk why I’m happy to hear Changhua and Douliu mentioned in an American TV show… Seriously, I don’t know. They’re kind of like nowhere places I’ve never even been. I just feel like everyone’s grandparents live there.

Even the way they film Mama Sun on the plane. Like the Mandarin music in the background with the announcement for Taoyuan airport… to me it feels specifically like a transpacific flight to Taiwan lolol but that’s definitely like a bias probably

Okay not to be SO nitpicky but so when she looks out the window on the plane to see Taipei 101 etc I’m not sure about that? The airport is actually in another city and I feel like I usually come in around and over the ocean or something?

But WOW the taxi scene my favorite scene it’s SO visceral and SO Taiwan… the street, the lights, the Cosmed/Mos Burger/7-Eleven, the street noises, like I can FEEL Taiwan through the screen and HER FACE taking it all in I WANT TO SOB

The temple, beautiful like this episode makes me believe Michelle Yeoh is Taiwanese lol

I appreciate the viscerality of the night market shots too but it seemed a bit empty

Okay so Mama Sun’s mom is super rich too based on where she lives which I guess it makes sense. But what I am curious about is the story about why they’re speaking Cantonese because Taiwan has a lot of languages but that’s not one of them like officially at all. I wonder if there’s a character backstory there or they just like. Didn’t want to bother teaching Michelle how to speak Minnan or something

The cemetery too is so fancy, I mean it fits but wow that’s expensive real estate

In the hospital scene, Taipei 101 is lit blue out the window, making it a Friday. Has everything in the show so far happened in only 8 days?

Episode 7

“Last night the Boxers made their move” 101 says it’s Tuesday for anyone keeping track

I LOST it at the Foodpanda driver assassin the first time I saw this… So Taiwan

Big fancy church in Taipei? I know they exist but I’ve never seen one in person (like 2%? of the country is Christian)

A mom bringing back tea as a souvenir from Taiwan? 100% real

Episode 8

RAW is a real restaurant in Taipei. It’s very fancy and very expensive and had I think two Michelin stars. I don’t know ANYONE who’s actually been there lol

#the brothers sun #text #greatest hits #100

117 notes · View notes

magicxc · 2 months

Text

Pillow Talk

Pairings: Survey Corps x Black Reader - Things They Say In Bed

Word Count: 640

Warnings: just a tad bit of FUCKING

A/N: I’ve been directly inspired by the girlies and their idea of what these 2D men be saying in bed. I wanted to create my own version of that, but it turned out totally different than what I was going for; and for good reason too - cause this was so much fun!! Who had your favorite saying?

Eren - “a relationship should be 50/50. I give you my last name and you scream my first.”

You were praying to the high heavens that this wasnt your proposal. Knees touching your shoulders, Eren had the tendency to get lost in the sauce; uttering things he surely didn't mean, like the time he promised to bring you back the moon and the stars from outer space.

Levi - “when did you realise the y in ‘your girl’ is silent?”

Eyes brimmed over with tears and mascara running, Levi couldn't have found you prettier than in this very moment. It's something about the drool slathered across your chin and your messy hair that looked so raw, so authentically pleasing. His dick slid past your lips once more, your cheeks hallowed and tongue flat. The bright light of the flash signaled that he was indeed recording; sending the video straight to Kenny you assumed. But you couldn’t be bothered to care. This can either go terribly wrong or terribly right.

Erwin - “the baby factory is about to get its first employee.”

Hips tilted on pillows and legs wrapped around his waist, Erwin holds you like that for a little while longer trying his best to make sure that his seed takes. Small kisses get placed on your cheek, lips, and neck. Heavily sighing in content, it dawns on you that you could absolutely fall asleep like this.

Connie - “if hot women are going to lie, it should at least be on top of me.”

Lmfao he's so damn dramatic. All this because girls night went a little longer than expected. You’d promise Connie a movie together when you came home, but things took a little longer than expected and it was too late. All he had the energy for now was cuddles; unable to fall asleep unless half your body was draped over his.

Jean - “I've never kissed under the cameltoe or whatever it is that Santa said.”

On bended knee, Jean’s face stood eye to eye with your kitty cat. Mahogany legs on full display as you adorned his favorite black chemise set, he couldn't help but beg for a taste before you headed to bed for the night. You knew you’d be a bit of a tease wearing this to sleep, but the set was sexy and you really wanted the chance to enjoy your lingerie without having it ripped off of you. Just a taste though, you thought. It shouldn’t take more than ten minutes. But you knew better! Because although that's how it always started, that’s rarely where it ended.

Onyankopon - “the only thing another nigga can take from me is notes.”

His calloused palm pressed harder into your ass cheek, your face smushed deep into the pillows. The relentless driving of Ony’s hips into yours is another stark reminder that you were his and only his. This is surely the last time you’d ever dream of entertaining another man.

Reiner - “if you dont have my children can you still be my mommy?”

Mommy kink alert!! Who would've thought that Reiner had a mommy kink? Who would’ve thought that it’d turn you on? Either way, the driving of his fingers into your cunt just got drenched in your approval.

Armin - “we can watch the movie or make a movie.”

Is this not the meaning of Netflix and chill? Armin considers himself intelligent, but he couldnt have felt slower in this moment. Thankfully your endless cackling had put him to ease. However, his question did get you thinking.

Floch - “my ears are always sore because your absence is so loud.”

Wrapped tightly in his arms, Floch languidly thrusts into you; his lips touching the shell of your ear as he professes his love. While this had started out as a fling, suddenly he was becoming too much to resist.

84 notes · View notes

vinetae · 1 year

Note

Only fans jk x y/n ( f ) with twt link

Ooooo, first time with a porno themed smut!

______________________________________________________________

Peaches and Cream - (M)

Genre: Pornstar/onlyfans amateur!Jungkook x Professional Pornstar/onlyfans!Reader

Summary: Jungkook got the chance of a lifetime to hang out with the whole reason he even got into the por- 'content creator' industry in the first place.

Word Count: 2.7K

Warnings: Handjobs, blowjobs, MOMMY KINK, Subby!Jungkook, Dom!Reader, mommyfigure!Reader (Literally I want her as my mommy but not mom ya feel me?)

A/N: This didn't really take long. The tittle will make sense later on (was originally gonna be Jungkook's OF username but I think that idea's already taken. well, what's not lmfao.)

Had to listen to some HARD Doja Cat during all of this.

Might feel a little rushed but it's 3am guys-

Recommended song for this little drabble:

Naked - Doja Cat

Options (feat.JID) - Doja Cat

Freaky Deaky - Doja Cat

(and ofc) - Blood, Sweat, and Tears - BTS

______________________________________________________________

His hand reaches out to adjust the camera. Clicking all kinds of buttons and switches to make sure the shots would be perfect. His arms flex, showing off each and every inch of his tattoo sleeve. Just when he's about to start the shoot, a notification pops up in the bottom of his screen. Clicking on the little squared box, his set upon his favorite 'content creator' wearing a black, lacy set. The fabric wraps around each and every one of her curves, dipping in the middle to show a peak of her cleanly kept bits.

He lets out a low groan, hand unconsciously sliding into the set boxer-briefs he'd slipped on prior to his own shoot. His palm wraps around the length of his cock, making a few drawn out stokes just to tease himself a bit. His thumb brushes over the slit of his tip, a chill sends up his spine at the feeling. His free hands reaches out, clicking on the 'start' button to film. He's quick to pan the camera even lower, revealing the casual-classic black set briefs he'd displayed. His screen's split into two, each one with it's own purpose.

Much like his hands right now.

"Mmm, fuck" He groans, hips rising up to meet his palm. The elastic of his boxers had been lowered just enough to show the base of his cock to tease the fans. He sets his voice to a deep, grunt-filled tone to please his audience.

"Mmmm fuckk. Oh yeaahh." His voice strains the best of his register, really wanting to go for that gruff and cold tone.

Curtains have to match the drapes, as they say.

His eyes flash towards the camera reading the comments.

'OMGGGGG how the fuck is this man's dick so pretty-'

'fuck me daddy 😵'

'I wish i was thereeee'

'fuck he's so pretty-'

'@Alicasheangel you can't even see his fucking face lmfao'

'@banshesthewoman idfk i just know he's beautiful'

'Siiiiimmmmmppppp'

'daddy?sorry. daddy? sorry. daddy? sorry-'

He silently chuckles to himself. His small fandom had always been horny crackheads but- damn.

His free hand reaches upwards, carding his finger through the sweaty locks of his hair. By that, the chat comments go off. It looked to be more than 1,000 comments coming in at once. He barely had any time to catch them.

'I WANNA MARRY UR DICK MY GOOD SIR-'

Jungkook accidentally lets out a small laugh, making his fans go crazy over the little clench his abdomen does. Comments flew left and right and if Jungkook was being honest, it had made his head a little dizzy to try and read.

His voice registers low, trying to maintain the sexy and alluring aura he'd try putting out. "Do I need a top hat?" He teases. The chat's soon filled with just hearts, fire emojis and winky/kissy faces.

'THIS MAN IS A DOM AND NOBODY CAN TELL ME OTHERWISE'

'LITERALLYLYYYYYYY AHH HE'S GONNA FUCKING KILL ME'

'this man can run me over, take both my kidneys, douse me in gasoline and set me on fire, and step on my nipple and I'd say thank you'

'@Tommysheaintit LMFAO GIRL WUT-

'@Busan-sbadest97 Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease'

He felt the base of his cock starting to twitch. More pre-cum leaking out of his slit. He prepares what he'd referred to as the 'c-hum bucket'. It had just been a little dollar-store purchase for his load hold.

His hips stagger with instability. Rising off the edge of his bed, he's quick to make a few body roll against his palm before a string of hot cum trails down the entirety of his softening cock. He reaches for the off-set towel he'd prepared earlier, wiping his hands clean of the warm substance. Before turning the live off, he decides to raise one of his sticky fingers, sucking on the lengthy digit between his two plush lips. He bends over just so that the camera can pick up the sight of his finger sucking and nothing more.

After let the commenters roll out, he shuts down the camera, unplugging it completely before falling backwards into his bed. Reaching for his phone, he scrolls through his other notifications before the same girl's from before had popped up.

XPeachyPrincessX: What's better than pet-play? Pet-slay. Check out my new posts here - Onlyfans.com/xpeachyprincess//new-sets-by-peachy

Jungkook clicks on the link, checking out his favorite creator's new uploads. The photos take a hot minute to load -courtesy of his wifi- but once they load, his mouth drops at the sight. She'd been doing a lot of Lolita themes so far, but this had been something completely different. Her ass had been stuck in the air, a fluffy little bunny tail had been strapped around her waist. The matching bunny ears tuck behind her cute -real- ears.

His thumb hovers over the message button.

Would she even be interested in him? She probably had a million hotter guys fucking her all of the time.

If Jungkook was being honest, Peachy had been his first motive -and really, only- to starting his own Only Fans. He saw how good the pay was, and he'd always been told how good-looking he was from people on the streets. As well as being blessed with a exponentially large dick for his ahem-

Stereotype.

He sucks in a breath, thumb still stuck in the air right above the 'message' icon. He thinks for a few seconds, before deciding to go for it. After a few -20- minutes of typing out his carefully crafted message, he'd sent it.

Now to just wait.

He throws his phone to the side, letting out a drawn out sigh. He knew she's a busy woman. With all of the spam messaging, DMs and comments she gets she'll probably ignore him comple-

Ding.

He rushes to open the app, seeing one new notification.

From: XPeachyPrincessX

Oh, hey I know you! My follows were wanting us to collab for a while now. Had to look you up but I'll say, B. You're impressive. I like the aesthetics you go for. So, when would you want to meet up?

He couldn't believe it. The woman he'd been dying to meet, was offering a collaboration. No, not like the ones YouTubers do.

But you could already figure that out.

He jumps off, carding his hands through his hair so roughly, he's afraid he might go bald sooner than he's thought. He takes in a few deep breaths, trying to calm his racing heart as he types back.

____________________________________________________________

After a few weeks of going back and forth with details, locations, and dates, Jungkook had finally arrived. The place had been hidden in the shadows of two taller buildings to keep it nice and secluded. He takes in a deep breath before opening the door.

His eyes follow upon all different kinds of sets. A little police station tucked in the corner, a woman with barely anything but handcuffs around her hands had been pressed up against the wall by a tall, brooding man. He too, had almost nothing to cloth himself with.

"Hey, B!" A voice becks him over. He flashes a long smile, watching as the woman comes jogging up to meet him. She too has an adorable smile.

How he's never seen it? Well, this wasn't a Only Smiles company.

"Nice to finally meet you, B." His eyebrow quirks at the name. "B?" She smiles, nodding.

"Can't risk using our real names here. Ya know, safety and shit. They usually call me Peaches, so you can too if you want. Or something else if you'd prefer." He nods, watching the cute little dimples dip onto her cheeks, making her appear even more youthful.

His eyes flash up, seeing a woman following behind Peaches, a large makeup bag carried in her other arm. Peaches apologizes, allowing the small woman to finish doing her cute, doll-like makeup. The woman's gaze focuses on his.

"Come." She motions him over to sit in the setup chair. He takes a seat, watching as Peaches makes her way over to the spotlights to talk with the director for a few moments.

After his makeup had been complete, the woman offers a mirror. He nods, admiring her excellent skills in cosmetics. Peaches returns, a shoulder peaks out from her silky black robe. Jungkook's throat tightens at the sight. Of course he'd been naked on camera before, but they had always been solo acts.

"Alright- woah.." She stops, eyes widening at his harsh look.

"Is..is it bad?" He questions, already reaching for the little makeup wipes on the table. She chuckles, head shaking from left to right.

"No, looks amazing. Hot for sure. Alrighty," She comments, the tint on Jungkook's cheeks flush even deeper. She turns her phone's screen, showing him all of the ropes.

As they make their way through the doors, his eyes set upon the most erotic and sensual set he's ever seen. A light pink backdrop had been laid out, a mini-fridge sat upon a small block to rise the little, barbie sized cooler about a foot up or two.

"So, as you could already tell, the theme's Peaches and Cream." He nods, eyes taking in all of the colorful sights to admire. She slides her phone into her purse off set before hearing the director yelling something. A bell rings, as someone comes up behind Jungkook, removing his clothes quickly.

He felt very bare and awkward, but Peach's extended hand made a warm sensation bubble in his stomach, settling his nerves.

They direct him over to her bent over figure. Her ass teasing his hardening cock on sight. She'd bent over as instructed, pretending to reach for a little thing inside the mini-fridge, a shocked expression plasters her doll-like features. They guide Jungkook behind her, shooting a short little video for a cover.

He leans over as well, not really sure of what to do.

"Back hug me." She says through her shocked face. He's quick to follow They pan the camera down to catch her face.

After a few takes, they switch positions. The director had told her to lay between his legs, an exaggerated, shocked expression once again paints her features.

Her hands brush the sides of his knees, making his thigh tense from sensitivity. A cute giggle exits from her plump lips.

"Cold?" She glances back, questioning with a soft look. He shakes his head. She leans back a bit, whispering into his ear.

"Peaches and cream, get it?" Jungkook laughs at the dirty play-on-words, nodding.

"Great shoot guys!" Jungkook sighs, taking a seat down next to the staff's food table. The ton all start clapping, rolling out the cameras and mics to protect their pricings. She'd been talking to the director for the past ten minutes now. His all-too-close touches never go unnoticed by Jungkook's green eyes.

Yes, he has brown.

He reaches out, trying to grab a little rice cake before the platter's snatched away. He lets out a sigh, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. She had looked so calm and professional.

He probably looked so stupid.

He goes to stand up, making his way to the door before a sweet voice calls out to beck him over. "Ju- B! Where you going?" He shrugs, fainting a little cute smile. She pouts, arms crossing at his obvious forced smile.

"I'm kinda tired." She holds out a little pastry, his face imminently lighting up at the sight. He grabs the little dessert, taking a large bite. That puts a smile on her face.

"I'm sorry for the staff.. They're kinda harsh on newcomers." He nods, holding a thumbs up. She chuckles, brushing her fingertip over the stickiness of his bangs.

"You still tired?" She questions, a little smirk toys the corner of her lip. He shakes his head.

"Why?"

___________

"Oh wow.." He gawks, admiring her large, and pristine apartment complex. She giggles, pressing the remote, the curtains drawing close to block the sunset's final good-bye.

"Woah!" His eyes widen like saucers, acting like a little kid at a amusement park for the first time.

She sets the remote down, shrugging the robe off her shoulders, stepping out of her little fluffy, hot pink laced set she'd worn for the shoot.

"They don't have these back where I li-" His jaw drops at the sight. The hot pink two-piece lays lifelessly on the floor, circling her high-heeled soles. A smirk presses her smooth lips.

"Bet they don't have this either." She teases, striding over to where he stood. She pushes lightly against his chest, making him fall backwards onto the pristine white of her sectional. She kneels down, hands toying with the zipper of his jeans.

"Wait wait wait-" He grabs her hands, stopping her motions. Her eyebrow quirks at the halt.

"What's wrong?" His throat dries at the scene. His all-time favorite content creator had been kneeled between his thighs, willingly wanting to suck his dick-

"I just- are you comfortable?" His question makes a smile appear on her face.

"Wow.." She chuckles. Jungkook swears he could see a tomato-tint creep up on her caked on cheeks.

"Nobody really asks that anymore.." His head tilts in concern. "Well- it's just the respectable thing to do." She nods, unbuttoning the clasp on his pants once more.

"That makes me wanna suck you off even more." His eyes widen, hands trying to stop her. "Wait- Peaches uh-"

She licks her lips, watching the length of his cock bob up to rest in mid-air.

"It's Y/n." She coos before wrapping her lips around the tip of his cock. He groans, knuckles fisting white as his mouth parts.

"Y-Y/n.." She smirks, bobbing her head at a quicker rate. The rest she couldn't fit in the space of her mouth, she wrapped her palm around his base to jerk the rest off. His hips rise up, meeting her bobs in unison. She chuckles, using one free hand to rub gentle circles into his thick thighs. She releases, popping off as a string of saliva and pre-cum bridges from his tip to her lips.

"Shhh, it's okay Kook." He moans out, abdomen clenching at her soothing voice.

"K-Kook?" She nods, applying kitten-like licks to his squishy tip.

"Jungkook. It's shorter." Her voice lowers a few registers as a smirk teases her lips.

"Easier to moan."

His head lulls back, mouth dropping at the amazing feeling. His legs spread wider unconsciously, as her hand comes to cup his balls, massaging them gently. His hand reaches out, pulling and pushing forwards, debating on whether if it was okay for him to touch her.

She smiles, guiding his hand to the crown of her head. "You can grip me if you want, baby." He nods, hands taking no hesitation in gripping at her dyed roots. His moans grow in volume, hips rising more as he feels his high creeping up like a car to a stoplight.

"Y/n- I-" She nods, moving her closed hand along the length of his throbbing cock. "Use your words, sweetie. Tell mommy what you need."

His chest pants heavily, thighs tensing from holding back the release he so wanted. "I- cum-"

She squishes his tip, watching as a little bit more of his sticky pre-cum drips from his slit. "You what?"

"Mommy please- Please let me cum- oh fuck.." She grins, engulfing his entire cock in one go. He cries out, throwing himself against the couch's end. Hand gripping tightly at her roots, as if he was holding on for dear life. The pace her hands had been going at went ten times faster, as the coil snapped inside stomach. Beads of hot cum shoot out onto the dips and creases of her face. Some, getting in her line of sight.

"Oh- oh fuck wait-" He stands up, rushing to find anything to clean her up with. He grab a few dry paper towels, wiping the sticky substance from her entire face.

"Mmm, such a gentleman, Kookie." He blushes, wiping the last bit of his juices from her face. She flashes him an adorable smile, making his own return once more.

"I'm sorry.." He apologizes profusely. She chuckles, shaking her head. "For what? You were the kindest guy I've fucked so far."

"Really?" She nods, making Jungkook's heart ache a twinge.

"That's just common courtesy.." She sits down on the couch, leaning back in exhaustion.

"Common courtesy, not so common."

The two both laugh at that, ending the night with two hot chocolates and a whole bunch of industry gossip.

______________________________________________________________

Okay I'm considering making a part two because I thought I didn't like the mommy kink but- oh God..

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed! DM me for more requests (Please ask nicely.)

547 notes · View notes

captainofthetidesbreath · 1 year

Text

Y'know, I don't actually think Taliesin is presenting Kingsley as more competent than Fjord, Kingsley is simply much more confident. (And in the reverse, Travis isn't presenting Fjord as less competent, just more self-doubting.) The difference between them is how they see themselves and how that affects how they work, and their views of themselves heavily filters how we're seeing them here.

The entire thing is that Fjord is suffering a massive crisis of confidence and is struggling under the weight of self-doubt. Jester remarks to him that he needs to be confident, Fjord is so paralyzed by a simple question that he desperately asks the answer from Melora (then freezes mid-attempt to interpret it), he second-guesses his correct assessment into an incorrect one, he nervously seeks constant assurance from someone else on whether an idea is a sensible or good one.

Fjord is trying to transition into a new period of his life, and it's slammed him with an incredible amount of imposter syndrome. It seems that the lack of clear end goals and sudden lack of structure is making this difficult. (We've all joked Fjord has ADHD, well, lmfao.) He is openly displaying the intense self-doubt he's experiencing, which in turn is not inspiring confidence in those around him, which viciously cycles. That pervasive self-doubt is actively disrupting his ability to do, well, literally anything. It's like trying to make your hands stop shaking, so now they shake worse, making you totally incapable of that simple task that you normally can manage, even excel at.

Kingsley is nothing but confidence. He probably has never had enough personal setback nor enough life experience to fear failure. He's even so confident that he razzes Caleb about teleporting off-target. A not insignificant chunk of Kingsley's commentary is simply nonconstructive criticism, nitpicking, telling Fjord to do something Fjord was about to do or already did, snark for the sake of looking clever, or missing that Fjord is debilitatingly dissociative—so it tends to sound more put together, and criticism is easy where doing is hard, possibly just all sound and fury as they say, remains to be seen. Kingsley is untested in the role but he talks fast and big, that much is true.

Taliesin has spoken about how he plays characters who think of themselves in relationship to the world in a very specific, very wrong-headed way, and that extends very much to Kingsley. I think Kingsley has the same problem that Percy did: he believes he is the smartest, most competent, most adult person in the room because he knows approximately four things and is incapable of being anything less than overconfident.

As far as it seems to me so far, the difference is that they are opposites in experience (Fjord sailed for many years, Kingsley for six months) that are inversely proportional to their current levels of confidence (Fjord lost confidence in his ability to make even minor decisions, Kingsley apparently does not doubt himself for any reason). It's a difference, as far as I can tell, specifically born of their perceptions of themselves, and whether that perception affects their ability to work, rather than objective assessment of their relative ability and potential.

We're largely seeing Kingsley and Fjord through the lenses of how they see themselves.

#Critical Role #Kingsley Tealeaf #Fjord #Fjord CR #Fjord Stone #Critical Role things #Critical Role spoilers #CR spoilers #cr meta #Mighty Nein Reunited #posting this at the worst time but that's what morning reblog is for

532 notes · View notes

jennilah · 27 days

Note

I think i started to follow you bc of tiny!cas, like eons ago, let me tell you seeing you get into different fandoms over the years has been a delight.

I remember seeing post of you going like 'hey these slasher film kinda go hard' and look at you know.

I mean this in the best way possible, I feel i've been watching a house plant grow, every now and then catching my attention and being amazed by the changes

omg thats such a sweet way of describing my... well happy autism awareness day everyone, its a nice way of describing the way i naturally transition through my Special Interests lmfao

actually, for the holiday, let me infodump about this very aspect of my brain to anyone who isnt aware how this works for me. (also every autistic person is different, so this is just how this symptom manifests in me)

ill say "phases" to simplify, though thats an unfair word because it implies im "over" my past phases. 99% of my past phases are pretty much there for life, but in the back of my mind. (So long as I didnt have a "bad breakup" with it for some reason, which is rare but happens) The ability to become a raving lunatic about it is dormant until someone asks the right question.

There can only be one interest (sometimes 2, with one being the less dominant one) at the forefront of my brain at a time, though. that defines the "phase".

so for example, my recent Halloween phase is "over" and I am 100% fully into Saw now, but I still absolutely love Halloween and Michael and Jason and all those guys. as evident by me still happily sharing gifsets and art and buying merch etc if it tickles my fancy. They're just hanging out in the background of my mental display case.

yea whoever follows my tumblr for a very long time has watched it happen in realtime. the transition between interests. i know for a fact which phase I started this blog on. if you're here from the beginning, youve seen, in order:

-Durarara!! -Deus Ex -Supernatural -Godzilla -Detroit: Become Human -There was like a few weeks where it was HLVRAI -And then it was plants. There was a year-long stretch with no Special Interest and I was latching onto odd things (and I was very inactive here) -Halloween & Friday the 13th -and now, Saw

I have many other things I love, but they don't clamp around my brain in quite the same extreme way.

my phases can last any amount of time, anywhere from a few short intense months to 5+ years, its completely random, completely unpredictable. even the interest itself is impossible to predict. its not something i choose, its something that happens to me.

sometimes i avoid watching things for a long time because im still very emotionally attached to my current phase and im genuinely afraid the shiny new thing will replace it. all art or fic ideas for the previous phase? theyll be abandoned. all I will want to create will be related to the new thing. (though I will sometimes draw it anyway, like digging up old toys to play with once in a while. The likelihood just drops considerably)

which is why right now i pretty much put a pause on the other franchises I plan on watching. I'm genuinely gripping onto Saw like someone is tryin to take it from me.

and then sometimes im like "haha yeah right. ill be fine. ill eat my shoe if my brain latches to this" and then put on the movie and by the credits roll im a new person (yes thats what happened with Saw. I really had no idea.)

this is also why im terrified of even just "checking out" things that have, like, a toxic fanbase or something, because i cant stop a new phase from happening if it does. and its really hard to keep it to myself, fuck

(do u know how mad i was when i realized i was attaching to hoffman the evil dirty cop??? i was so scared of drawing him, dudes. but thankfully everyones been cool abt it and we're all very aware of his awfulness & we have fun w it)

and every time my brain changes and i do get obsessed with some new thing, i get really scared and worried and hope I dont bother everyone who followed me for something else :(((( and yet, every time, im absolutely floored by how many people choose to tolerate my newest nonsense and stick around anyway

anyway ive lost the plot of what point i was making here OH YEAH thank you!

tl;dr: that would be the autism! thank you, it WILL happen again! that is a threat! 🥰

#jennilargh #jenna answers

12 notes · View notes

3terna15unshin3 · 8 months

Text

HERES A SNIPPET OF SOMETHING IM WORKING ON☝️(even tho nobody asked) it’s gonna be a childhood best friends to lovers / right person wrong time / normal people (ish) & invisible string inspired matty fic. reader is a photographer and it takes place before and through self titled era!

plsssss let me know what u think of the idea, give me all the good and bad i want to know!!!! i’m so iffy about everything i’ve written so far after how many people liked my first fic LMFAO which sounds stupid but i’m Fr scared of sophomore slump💔

and as always my ask box is always open for suggestions or ideas or requests 🥰🥰🥰 anyway here u go!

—

“This area’s too dry. Grass looks like hay. It’ll look rubbish to set all the mic stands on it,” You argue.

Matty sighs in defeat. “You never like my ideas,” he whines sarcastically, rolling his eyes in the process.

Your elbow juts into his side, making him groan and then laugh. It’s your turn for an eye roll.

“Do you want my help or not?” You challenge, “I don’t have much experience with music videos, to be fair, so if you’d rather empty your pockets and hire someone professional—“

“Okay, okay, okay. Shut up. Let’s keep moving.” He interrupts.

You both continue on your path, scoping out locations for a video that the boys want to film later in the week. There are plenty of spots Matty suggests, stopping repeatedly to ask you to capture a certain frame. Although, as he had complained, none of them have been up to your standards.

By now, you’re used to his constantly fleeting and sometimes messy creativity. You find comfort in it, actually, and feel the most empowered in your own strength as an artist when Matty’s there. Your camera seems the strongest in your hands when it’s pointed at him.

He nudges you to point out one last possible shot. The trees hang hauntingly low and its branches are frail, almost skimming the tops of your heads. Your feet tread over the now slightly greener grass as you come closer and look around in awe. Matty’s right, for one of the few times today.

“Now we’re talking,” you whisper in satisfaction, raising your Nikon to your eye out of instinct.

You back away slightly to get him in frame. From behind, the last hour of daylight shines through the kinks of Matty’s hair, backlighting him. It accentuates the slope of his nose as he turns to the side and looks up at the tree above him. His side profile is one of your favourite things about photographing Matty. It’s strong, but gentle.

He glances back at you after hearing a few clicks of the camera’s shutter. The sun that lights his silhouette, contrastingly shines directly onto your face—since you face him—painting an orange glow across your skin.

There’s something that makes you feel like he’s staring. And you’re right, because he is, but it’s a stare that felt good. Not exposing, or perceptive in a way that usually made your heart drop. You almost want to look behind you to see if maybe he was looking at something else.

It’s sort of how he always looks at you, though. Maybe that’s how he looks at everyone, you think, but part of you hopes it wasn’t. That you were an exception. Something outstanding.

You gasp when Matty suddenly lunges to steal your camera from your grip.

“Gimme this for a sec,” he mumbles. He’s lucky it isn’t hung round your neck as it usually was.

Embarrassment immediately creeps up your neck as he points it at you. You habitually block his view of your face with your hands, and insist, “Stop it!”

“The lighting’s nice!” Matty protests, pushing your hands away.

You replace them quickly to prevent any photo opportunities. “I don’t have the space on my memory card for you to fool around, Healy.”

He rolls his eyes, turning the lens back onto himself to take a horrendously close-up picture of his own face. You giggle at the way his wrinkled skin was on display from the weird expression he pulled and the odd angle he held your camera.

“This is literally our last location. Relax.” Matty points out.

He’s aware of your fear of being in photographs instead of taking them, so it’s not your first time in this situation and he lets down after pulling your leg a bit. It’s the way you’ve been since he can remember; always groaning and uncomfortable to be in a group photo at school or denying his requests to pose for his camera every once in a while. He grows frustrated with you sometimes, since it’s hard for him to grasp what you could possibly be insecure about. The idea that most of your memories held in the thousands of pictures that span over the years you’d grown up together—showed everyone else’s faces and not yours—made him even angrier. But that’s how you wanted them, after all.

This attribute of yours is one of the things most different between you and Matty. He loves having eyes on him—craved it, even. Wants to be seen and understood.

But you’re an observer, on the other hand. The world is fascinating to you, lighting your urge to preserve and savour its meticulosity. It explains your addiction to capturing it all on your Nikon.

The difference makes you two a great team. Though you regret your commitments in moments like these.

“I’m actually glad it is. Getting sick of you by the minute,” You snicker, stealing your camera back and giving Matty a shove. He stumbles over with a chuckle and the two of you bee-line for where his car was parked.

#and by snippet i mean this is literally the opening scene of the first chapter💀#matty healy #the 1975 #matty healy fanfiction #the 1975 fanfiction #matty healy fic #matty healy fanfic #matty healy x you #matty healy x reader #fanfiction

49 notes · View notes

yawnderu · 6 months

Note

for the ask game!!

🧃🍄☁️

From this game!

Hi love!!

🧃 ⇢ share some personal lore you never posted about before

SHIT I have a lot BUT ig the main thing is that Stray as an OC is EXTREMELY based on myself, including her backstory and personality as a whole, although in my fics Stray is just a nickname for the reader and no physical description is ever used. So hints of her backstory and behavior on Stray are heavily based in my own experience with CPTSD. Her stupid ass funny actions are also based in real-life things that have happened with me or friends LMFAO

🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

Not written here yet but Stray and König grew up together in Austria. They both saw each other go through the most cringe phases and TO THIS DAY they tease each other about cringey nicknames they had or things they did, they have plenty of inner jokes and when they're together, there's always this bubble between them that makes anyone else unable to get in and get to know them the way they know each other. It's canon that König used to get into fights a lot, and this bitch was always his #1 supporter even on the rare times he lost

☁️ ⇢ what made you choose your username?

Yawnderu is a play on words. Yawn because I'm always dead tired no matter how much I sleep, and deru coming from yanderu, which means to be sick in Japanese. A very old online nickname back when I was struggling HARD and felt validated by a definition that seemed fitting at the time. I didn't have any new nickname ideas when I created this account, so I just used that one JHBFEHJBFE

Stray is the name of the reader in my fics and my OC, so I added that to my display name so both username and display name aren't the same!

#stray answers

10 notes · View notes

miam0re · 10 months

Note

SMUT REQUEST

HI!!!! uhmmm i love the way you write SO MUCH!!!! i was hoping for a requessttt!! i CANNOT stop thinking abt this scenario, i truly hope i inspire you and get u to write my idea 😭😭 i love your work sm!! i feel like my writing lacks so much english vocab when it comes to smut writing, so thats why im here,,, asking such a LOVELY WRITER BTW like damn

respectfully,

- carmine

(p.s, if this ask is too long, im debating to write this idea out but im so scared to post a smut :(( tysm if u consider doing my req!!)

—

context

very close with march, comfy enough to talk about stuff, gossips, anything really, helps each other, close enough with stelle as well

oc!reader trailblazer (not caelus or stelle) having a natural allure, ur so kind, naturally motherly figure like, perfect lover type shit aura, always caring for others, AND oc!reader skillful af (any weapon y/n uses) voluptuous, flexible and speedy as shit, (im fast asf boi) but basically,,, think of,,, a hot and caring killing machine lmfao, her morals are more on the good side, shes kind, all that, but when it comes to battle, holy shit who tf is this mf??? battle lust, ruthless, relentless wtf (and the dynamic and duality of oc!reader seems to naturally attract the men who witnessed both oc!readers combat skills and being acquainted enough to know that this mf is like, the dream goddam)

the hsr men that you encountered are so obviously attracted to u, have the hots for you (canon way to their characters ofc), they all ask march annoyingly, still trying to be respectful to her whenever they can, just to try to get to know oc!reader, mfs cant muster up the courage to GET CLOSER WITH OC!READER!! and march got so fed up that she devised a plan, classic march yk?

— march basically got fed up abt the hsr men asking her about oc!reader (but not because of jealousy n shit, nonono shes happy and amused that her bff is that hot to them and shes so proud of herself for being close n shit) she adds all the men to a gc, and her being the mastermind yk texts and gathers them to a place (be it belobog, xianzhou u choose) and march PLANS to let the curious, secretly needy for ur attention, men eavesdrop in another room.

— SO!!! AND THERE THE SCENE PLAYS!! march had gathered welt, dan heng, gepard, jing yuan shit all of them, they felt so guilty abt this but they were too curious about you, march asked a clueless stelle to accompany her and oc!reader to this whole,,,, situation lmfao, march then asks subtly, not too obvious abt what she thinks about these hsr men.

— you talk abt them so nicely, with details, about yk, all of them one by one, ur so nice, so caring, every voice is filled with affection, march sweating in the bg cause of the hidden men within the room listening in like pervs lmfao

uh oh

— following the display of affectionate words ur clueless fat (butt) ass, march asks a question, a question that would change everything and reveal another side to her, a specific one, subtly nsfw and not at the same time, yk, to not be obvious, "so.. uhh y/n, would you wanna get close to them? one of them at least?"

— oc!reader: "without a doubt, but they... i feel like theres a certain hesitancy of... air around them? a wall? distance? (big sultry pout sigh that lets the men listening in shiver grrrr)" leaving the men ashamed as fuckkk from their hesitancy to get close with oc!trailblazer lmaoooo

march, (narrowing her eyes, disappointed at the eavesdropping hsr men lmao): "... i think they're just complete losers! :D *ahem* how close do you-"

oc!trailblazer/reader, (mf blushing): "-yes."

march: "???? oookay..." (contemplates to ask one of sampos questions, before finally getting the courage to ask) "so... y/n... would you want to be intimate with them? like- you kn-"

oc!trailblazer: "yes." (eyes become fogged with lust as she begins to fantasize about them, not knowing theyre in a hidden room)

march: "???!!!)_9_(__(($#)"!!2?????? o-okay! ahah! uhm... w-who are you thinking of in specif-"

oc!trailblazer: "...i dont care, i can take them all, and not in a fight..." (huffing subtly lmao)

march: "?????????????????? BITCH? HUH???"

oc!trailblazer: [insert slutty horny shit, absolutely bewildering both stelle and march, not knowing the HSR MEN ARE ALL LISTENING]

oc!trailblazer: [insert more slutty whore-y shit, if given the chance she would want to take all of their thick cocks <3 also getting carried away as she forgets march and stelle are with her]

march & stelle: [appropriate canon response of their close friend being so fucking horny]

hsr men eavesdropping: (both horny and disbelief and looking at each other like the spiderman meme shit idk let your imagination run wild)

— lets not forget the men eavesdropping and listening to the one whom they admired talk about getting fucked ruthlessly and mercilessly by all of them, gangbang, as shes finally expressing her inner slut to march and stelle LMAO, u can add their reacts too behind the hidden room conpartment reacting to oc!trailblazer!

—

yeah i

this is one of my ideas and obsessions so i hope u take inspiration and do this... in your own way ofcs! i just typed out dialogues n shit for a clear idea of what im going for, if u read all this thank you so much for at least reading and i hope all kinds of inspiration hit you like a truck !! 😭

Hello there Carmine <3 First of, thanks for the love for my writing like please I'm blushing from your niceness 🤗

Reading through your idea I think I could write up something quick. Maybe the reader is going on about her fantasies of taking the men and then in the other room describing their reactions and thoughts. You say reader and Stelle are different right? I'll keep that in mind while writing.

Also you said that you wanted to try writing this but are scared...I say go for it!! We all start from somewhere. I still remember when I wrote my first few smut fics and they were obviously much worse compared to where I am now but I only got here by writing and writing and I feel like I still have a long journey ahead of me. If you really want to, I encourage you to try writing this in your own way :))

Apart from that, I'll try to write this as soon as I can hehe

P.S. No apologizing for being horny and sharing horny thougts. This is a safe space for thirty people huehuehu

#mia.mail #mia.mail.cxxmine #i need a tag for non anon mails #mia.thirst

21 notes · View notes

breezere · 1 year

Note

L-O-V-E the phantom thief stuff!

I had a cute idea. So you know the picture that you have of Kirigiri yelling "the thief?!?!" at Shu when he says that he's romanticly interested in the Phantom thief that they are trying to arrest?

Just imagine same day, Kokichi tells D.I.C.E That *he's* interested in the Detective that's trying to arrest them and they have a similar reaction. I van imagine one saying how they thought the flirting was part of the mockery or smth like that. In the end, both Kirigiri and D.I.C.E support the relationship but tell both of em NOT to publicly display it unless both arent in uniform (*kokichis dice uniform and shus Detective uniform*)

Kokichi takes that very seriously via flirting with Shu no matter what, uniform or not.

LMFAO THE REVEAL TO DICE TOO

they would clown him SO hard for falling for shuichi but at the same time be like 😀 what

supportive dice and kyoko tho omg we love that.......

#kyoko chasing down dice while saiou r making out in the corner /j #ask #breezy answers #shuichi saihara #kokichi ouma #kokichi oma #saiouma #oumasai #breeze art

46 notes · View notes

genderfluid-insomniac · 2 years

Note

Omg hiiii!!! Could you do the a dorm leaders headcanon (minus Malleus since of the six character headcanon limit) with a fem reader with a bigger chest usually wearing tight shirts or shirts that show off cleavage?? It can be sfw or nsfw idrc lmfao.

Also anon bc I’m too shy to req any other way 💀

Hi anon! It's alright if you're shy, you can also be a named anon if you want! SO- I know you said six characters because of my limit but I liked this request a bit too much and decided to do all of the dorm leaders because I got carried away.

dorm leaders headcanon with a fem reader with a bigger chest usually wearing tight shirts or shirts that show off cleavage (NSFW)

Riddle

As the housewarden, Riddle always oversaw Heartslabyul’s unbirthday parties and not only were you always invited, you were the Queen to his King of Hearts and held in high regard.

He was always quick to scold anyone who oogled you or made crude comments on your…larger assets… and you loved to tease your lover about it constantly, wearing Wonderland style clothes that accentuate your breasts and sitting next to him as you subtly pressed your chest against his arm.

Riddle’s face is consistently red throughout the whole party and whispering threats at you with a glare, you can only fake an oblivious expression and act like the lovey dovey girlfriend you were.

Riddle was too busy pushing down his dirty perverted thoughts, like how he’d love to spend hours upon hours sucking on your nipples and groping your large breasts or happily having you suffocate him with them.

Not a few minutes later Riddle angrily walked off into the hedge maze saying nothing and leaving you giggling at the “problem” he now had to take care of as a result of your flirting.

Leona

The only classes that Leona attended were potionology, gym, and the classes he shared with you since you dragged him along anyway. Most times it was just the lion lying on your lap while you took notes unless there was a lab going on and in the gym he got to show off in front of you, earning jealous looks from his fellow students and cute reactions from his adorable girlfriend.

Coach Vargas had made an exception for you since you were the only female student at NRC (to their knowledge), giving you a sports bra and shorts instead of a tracksuit like the other boys. It definitely grabbed other’s attention which your boyfriend had other ideas about since you have big breasts that Leona was a bit too possessive of.

His eyes were locked onto your tits, bouncing up and down as you ran laps. Wishing the both of you were in the botanical garden where you’d run your fingers through his loose hair and he’d get to lay on your soft pillowy breasts.

You jogged over to the savanaclaw prefect, sweat dripping from your face from the excessive exercise and red flush spreading across your cheeks, going over to kiss your boyfriend but being thrown his athletic jacket and mumbling something about “Cover up. Only I get to see those perky tits!”

Azul

Azul heard you yell something and walked out into the lounge to help you, stopping with wide eyes at the uniform he’d given you when you’d offered to be a part-time waitress at the Monstro Lounge.

The sleeveless teal button up tightly wrapped around your chest and was close to bursting because of your plush round tits tightly bound.

It was quite a sight to behold and your lover was in between scolding himself for letting the tweels take care of your clothing and praising them for being mischievously perverted (Floyd more than Jade) at least.

You complained that the top was a bit too tight and felt like it was going to rip in half, crossing your arms across your chest shyly and looking up to Azul for help.

You didn’t get an answer as much of a blushy flustered octopus prefect that refused to look at you and guided you into his office so you could change but did notice that your nipples and breasts were more on display than should be (along with your boyfriend straining erection).

Kalim

The cheerful scarabia prefect had asked you if you’d help him with spell practice since Jamil was currently studying for a test and you happily agreed, strolling through the desert a bit before reaching a dried up oasis and setting your bags down.

Kalim seemed to be having a strange problem where his signature spell was too strong and he had to try to control it since he’d caused several floods in the school, both of you shedding your jackets because of the usual desert heat the dorm had.

The first attempt was atrocious, water came crashing down everywhere and soaked everything, leaving your white uniform that was already opened up a bit to be useless at covering you.

Kalim immediately turned to apologize but his gaze flickered to your chest (it had been so early you just threw on a shirt not bothering to put on a bra since you figured this wouldn’t happen), your nipples perky from the cold water and ivory fabric revealing every curve of your bare breasts.

You didn’t have anytime to say a word before a very flustered and blushy housewarden threw his jacket at you, not bothering to look you in the eye and trying his best to not act perverted.

Vil

It was all the prefect’s idea when he found out that the only set of clothes you had were the ones you came with and the uniform Headmaster Crowley had provided you he was furious, instantly reaching out to his connections because no lover of his was going to be wearing rags.

Now he knows your size perfectly and all of your measurements….don’t ask how he did it without even touching you, one of Vil’s talents is measuring people by eye after all of the uniform disasters in Pomfiore and he may have shrunken your outfits a bit for personal reasons.

You expressed your hesitation when you changed into a sleek red dress that had a slit on the side up to your thigh and tightened up around your chest, managing to zip yourself up but it felt like it was showcasing your tits.

Vil of course protested saying it was probably your lack of self confidence and to show him how fabulous you looked, the reaction you got was quite quiet except for the strong flush that decorated his face.

Idia

Idia was in the middle of a visual novel that had been teased for weeks by one of his online friends and he was finally able to play it, trying his best to push other fantasies about you to the back of his mind and a crimson hue spreading through his fiery blue hair.

Ortho broke into his room with you in tow barely keeping up behind him and both soaked to the bone, your bra showing through you wet uniform shirt that stuck to you body and shivering from the cool air pumping through the ac.

His brother rambled on about how it started raining when you both were fooling around (running to get help once you sneezed) and unfortunately when the boy caught sight of you, all logic went out the window and all of you were left with a bright red flustered Idia.

He tried to avoid looking at your plump breasts and how drops of water dripped down the valley between them, they looked just as squishy and soft as the women in his video games.

Maybe later once Ortho left he could try to get access to the bonus level if he played his cards right and he did have spare clothes but Idia seems to have lost your bra while looking for towels.

Malleus

He’s definitely going to notice and gain a boner, the sight of your breasts straining against your night dress that was given to you by Vil after he saw the atrocious sight of clothes and Malleus was lucky enough to get a glimpse of it when your nightly stroll came.

He loved this time of night, when the moon shone and highlighted your features, brighting bringing out your curves and the way your nipples perked through the sheer fabric drawing him in closer.

As it had gotten colder and being the gentleman he was, he offered to carry you when he felt a drop of rain fall down on his head, wrapping his large coat around you as rain began to fall and soak your dress through.

By the time you got to the door of Ramshackle both of you were drenched and your dress was practically hiding nothing, quickly ushering you both into the living area as Malleus lit a fire.

You were shivering and he couldn’t bear to see it, offering you to shed your dress in exchange for his coat until you both dried off and the sight of your luscious tits spilling from their tight confinements.

Of course he could instantly dry both of you with a spell but how could he when your nude body glowed against the flames of the fire and you were drowning in the large green coat shielding your back from any onlookers, maybe it was a good thing that rain came down when it did

#riddle rosehearts #riddle rosehearts x reader #leona kingscholar #leona kingscholar x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #azul ashengrotto #kalim al asim #kalim al asim x reader #vil schoenheit #vil shoenheit x reader #idia shroud #idia shroud x reader #malleus draconia #malleus draconia x reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader

109 notes · View notes

yellowocaballero · 1 year

Note

You don't know how excited I am for whatever your Trigun fic turns out to be. Are you going for the coffee shop idea you mentioned or something else? (Either is good, I'm just curious)

Something very different! And something!! Super!!! Super fucking!! Super fucking predictable!!!!!!!! Super predictable!!!!!!!

I'm also an idiot who is a) obsessing over it and b) very happy with it. It's a joy to write, it's a big writing challenge for me, and it's funny as hell. It's like 60k but will probably look closer to 70k by the time it's done. I have so much other shit I need to do but I'm just writing it instead lmfao. Y'all want a teaser? You're getting it. I'm vibrating.

Teaser teaser teaser under the cut.

The town was empty.

Not abandoned, as more and more towns were, but empty. The town - ‘Temperance’, cute - was as small as they got, little more than a circle of buildings huddling in safety from the sandstorms and scattered specks of Thomas ranches and worm farms. Solitary homes usually ended up buried under sand dunes, so very few people on Gunsmoke lived outside of closely knit settlements. Heartwarming display of human communalism, but it rarely left them friendly towards outsiders. This was convenient and inconvenient. People had that habit.

No children played in the square. All windows were closed, and no old men with leathery skin sat on their porches and baked in the sun. It was later in the afternoon, a time when most people were scurrying underneath the calming sun running their errands or leaning against adobe walls in the shade and chatting, but the dirt-packed streets were empty. It was almost worrying. Ghost towns loomed on every horizon, frozen memorials to hundreds dead, and life was never a guarantee on Gunsmoke. But the air was fresh and fragrant, and there were no more dead than usual.

The saloon was empty. That cinched it: the town could be burning down and there would still be a drunk in the saloon. Somewhere, something more interesting than alcohol was happening. Excellent time to liberate some spare water, but he wasn’t that kind of man.

The mystery solved itself eventually, as mysteries usually did. As he approached the outskirts of the town - so, as he reached the end of the long Main Street - distant sound began to hit his ears. It was a crowd, rumbling with excitement and the characteristic tinny cry of somebody taking bets. It didn’t sound like a very large crowd, but it wasn’t a very large town.

All fifty townies, more or less, were crowded in a circle outside of the stone town walls. Men, women, and children all. They huddled together, gawking with wide eyes and uselessly flapping mouths as they watched their own private spectacle unfold. The loudest voice was, as always, the bookie, waving his small notepad above the heads of his neighbors as jangling silver coins fell into his outstretched hand. Children hovered around the edges of the crowd, straining on their tiptoes to get a better look of the proceedings.

“Just walk away,” the proceedings said. “Walk away! I don’t want to hurt you!”

Thankfully, six feet and solid bulk got you pretty far. He peered over the heads of the assembly, finally picking out the two figures in the center of the ring of townies. Two men, both young and wiry with rancher muscle. One was clearly a herder - a young man who spent his days bumming around in the sand with his friends lassoing Thomases until he married and settled down as a ranchhand or worm farmer. The other was far shabbier and wilder, with tattered denim jeans and shaggy hair. The unkempt man didn’t want to hurt anybody; the herder was far less cautious. Their bodies were angled towards the guns on their hips, ready to draw at a moment’s jump. Of course.

Next to him, a very short woman with close-cropped dark blue hair was almost hopping up and down in rage. “I can’t see anything! Darn it, I can’t see! Quick, what are they doing?”

The giant of a woman standing next to her shaded her eyes against the setting sun, watching the proceedings easily. “They’re just standin’ there, ma’am. Jeez, you think they’re gonna make a move soon? I’m gettin’ kinda hungry.”

“If they kill each other I’m losing every inch of my appetite, that’s for sure.” The short woman withdrew a notebook and started scribbling furiously. Literate. Uncommon in towns like this - but the woman clearly wasn’t from a town like this. “Bounty Hunter Showdown! No, that makes it sound as if they’re both bounty hunters. Bounty Hunter Catches Crook! Double Death Shootout In - where are we?”

“Gee, I really don’t know!”

“Double Death Shootout In God Knows Where! So…average Wednesday.” The short woman tapped her pencil obnoxiously against the paper. “I’m not sure this is newsworthy.”

“If death isn’t newsworthy,” the tall woman asked, “then what is?”

“I’m certain it’ll be newsworthy if this guy did something interesting.” The short woman cupped her hands around her mouth, and without a single ounce of shame yelled, “Hey! Sir! What crime did you commit!”

“All I did was take a Thomas!” The criminal yelled back. Wow. That worked. “I didn’t do nothing wrong, it was just a Thomas -”

“Theft is something wrong,” the short woman said severely. “Are you sure you didn’t do anything more newsworthy?”

“Are you some kind of reporter?” The herder asked, delighted. “You gonna put my name in the paper for killing this guy, Miss? I can buy three Thomases with that bounty -”

“Just let me go,” the criminal pleaded, “I didn’t do nothing, swear!”

The short woman snapped her notebook shut. “Never mind. Nothing’s happening here that Gunsmoke would be interested in. Make note of that, Milly: life is about what’s interesting.”

“Yes, ma’am! You’re so smart!”

“Just shoot each other!” An old man yelled. The crowd cheered.

“This planet is full of psychopaths,” Knives said.

The short woman gasped in affront. He could have been talking about the old man. It was her own fault if he thought he was talking about her. “Excuse you? Pardon me? What did you say? Psychopath?”

Knives ignored her. The shit talking had just ramped up the tension between the two men, and their hands were drifting closer to their guns. The bounty was sweating hard, chest almost heaving with anxiety. The bounty hunter of the day - the herder with delusions of grandeur - was more confident, almost cocky. He was the virtuous one. The aggressor. That meant he would win the day. The good guy always won. He didn’t understand that he was in just as much danger as his opponent.

Nobody won fights like these.

Their hands drifted closer. Knives pushed through the crowd, not bothering to mutter apologies to the women in aprons and old men he pushed aside. The crowd fell silent, sensing the approaching moment of truth. Fingers twitched…

“Excuse me. Hold, please. Thanks.”

The crowd sucked in a breath.

Knives stood between the two men, raising his free hand demonstratively in the air. Best to set an example. The two men gawked at him, hands frozen above their guns. Close enough.

“Back off!” the herder snapped. “This is my bounty! You tryin’a steal it out, stranger?”

“I don’t even carry a gun,” Knives said plainly. He carefully opened up his coat a little, showing off his empty belt. He shook his bag in his other hand. “See? Unarmed. Couldn’t hurt you if I tried. I’m just a doctor.”

“I don’t care if you’re a worm, you better get the fuck out of my way -”

“To do what? Shoot this man?” Knives slouched, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose with a thumb. “Do you have any idea how many shootouts end with both parties injured? Eighty percent. Twenty percent of the time it’s a double death draw. Are three Thomases worth your life?”

“That’s a bet I’m willing to take.” Of course he was. The herder was twenty at best. Twenty year olds thought they wouldn’t die if a Chief Wyrm ate them. “I can eat an injury. Now if you don’t move and stop trying to steal my bounty I’ll shoot ya too!”

But Knives just raised an eyebrow. Distantly, he saw the short woman push through the crowd and burst into the front line, scribbling furiously on her notebook. At least somebody was getting something interesting out of this. “In ancient wars, death by an infected wound was far deadlier than the battlefield. I’ve seen even the slightest bullet scratches turn gangrenous. Once had to chop off a man’s leg with a penknife.” Knives flicked his metal arm, letting the sound ring through the silent valley. “What do you think happened to my arm? One. Little. Duel.”

“I’m a good aim,” the bounty said furiously, as if he was possibly helping. “I’ll give as good as I get, asshole! You’re dead, you hear me!”

“You can stop talking.”

The herder was anxious now. Good. He tried to cover up his anxiety with a grin, flexing his hand near his gun. Poky little thing. Good shot for dive bombing predatory bugs. High accuracy, with a penetrative caliber. He could really hurt someone with it. Knives wondered if he knew that. “Then you’ll just patch me up, Doc. Right?”

“Sure,” Knives said blandly. “Cost you about…oh, the price of three Thomases. That a price you’re willing to pay?”

The herder was silent. His eyes flickered towards the crowd - to the only person in the crowd who looked so stressed that she was about to be sick. A young, slight woman standing at the very forefront of the crowd, with a slightly rounded stomach.

“Need the money,” Knives said softly, “Don’t you?”

The herder drew. A half-second later, the bounty drew too.

The herder squeezed the trigger, and…

Nothing happened. The herder hadn’t squeezed the trigger at all: his finger had pressed through empty air, the herder watching in shock as the trigger fell off his gun.

Behind Knives, a gun clicked. He looked backwards to see the bounty squeeze his trigger again and again to no avail. The hammer of his gun was stuck in place, jammed outwards and refusing to click back and fire the gun.

“Of course,” Knives said, “about twenty percent of duels end in weapon dysfunction. You two should take better care of your guns.”

The bounty made a break for it. He pushed through the crowd and disappeared back into the city, running as if the fires of hell itself were on his heels, and Knives knew that he was fetching his things and making a hasty run out of town. No townsperson followed to try and push their own luck. Maybe they all had the Christmas spirit. They couldn’t be afraid of any divine retribution. Guns misfired all the time. Triggers collapsed. Young men like that didn’t take very good care of their guns. Too busy acting immortal.

Half the crowd watched Knives warily, clearly trying to discern if he had done anything. Knives glowered at them back, offended at the sheer implication that he had done the impossible and somehow sabotaged two guns at a distance. Invisibly. With one hand occupied and the other in the air. More of the crowd sighed in relief, glad that there would be no blood on the sand today. The children and teenagers were crushed with disappointment. How difficult to be them. The short woman was practically hopping with excitement as she scribbled on her notepad. The tall woman was clapping enthusiastically, as if Knives had done something.

“Bravo!” the tall woman yelled. “Happy ending for everyone!”

“Yeah, whatever.” Knives turned to the pregnant woman. “Want a check-up, ma’am?”

“Woo-hoo!”

The woman accepted the check-up. She wasn’t an idiot. Unlike her boyfriend.

#my writing #trigun #don't worry im sure i'll hate it later. but for now.#DID say I would post covid puppy #DID get EXTREMELY distracted #also i need some distance from that story :|#ok i had never actually checked the wordcount of the story and why is it SIXTY K HOLY JKALSDJF #that was the fastest ive written 60k in a while and covid puppy was written fast #i need to start doing the shit i need to do man.

14 notes · View notes