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goldvenuslvrs · 1 year

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sfw alphabet ; jj maybank

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warnings: mention of potential future childbearing, can be read as platonic (mostly) or romantic (reader’s choice)

note: ik it’s not a full fic but i wanted to get a couple of things out before/around christmas so merry christmas! (if you celebrate it), i’m planning on doing this for a few more characters as well as a nsfw alphabet (which i’m betting you heathens will enjoy more than this one lol)

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?) As soon as he’s comfortable with you, he’s basically attached to your side as often as is humanly possible; the pogues have to literally pull him away from you and restrain him so you can leave to go to work. JJ’s open to all love languages but his favourite is physical touch, he loves holding your hand

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?) JJ is a little shit so a friendship with him could start one of two ways: either (1) you grew up together/you’re one of his friends siblings and he got a two-for-one deal when you met or (2) you work together/partnered up for a project in class and he basically said ‘this one’s mine’ and asserted himself as your best friend

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?) Is the sky blue? JJ loves to cuddle, he didn’t get a lot of love after his mom left (Luke definitely left something to be desired in regards to affection) and the pogues aren’t the most cuddly people in the world so as soon as he realised that you liked cuddles, he’s like your pet koala - wrapped around you as often and as close as physically possible

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?) As seen by the fact that he tried to eat moldy bread, cooking isn’t his strong suit but cleaning? he’s not a big fan but he turns into Mrs Hinch’ when need be

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?) JJ’s definitely a ghoster (sorry), he hates confrontation so he’ll either ghost them or break up with them over text so he doesn’t have to see their reaction/experience their anger

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?) He’s not really a marriage guy, he doesn’t see the point, he doesn’t need a certificate to promise to be committed

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?) JJ can be a bit brash and intense but he can be gentle and caring when the situation calls for it

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?) (I refer you back to ‘C’) He loves hugs, they become his way of greeting you - he’s the type to fully lift you off the ground and spin you around if it’s been a particularly good day

I = I Love You (How fast do they say the L-word?) Getting JJ to say those three special words would take extreme patience (the guy’s got trust issues), it would take a year+ for him to say it (in a romantic sense)

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?) He doesn’t get jealous often but when he does, it’s usually over close friends rather than strangers or kooks - he knows he doesn’t have anything to fear with tourons or Rafe Cameron but Kiara? John B? Sarah? Pope?

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?) He loves forehead kisses (giving and receiving), he thinks they’re so pure and while he enjoys the not so pure stuff, he loves them just as much

L = Little ones (How are they around children?) Babies are fine, JJ can handle them but as soon as they start speaking and forming actual opinions, he’s sure he can handle that (although he assures you that if you and he ever have kids one day, he’ll be a hell of a lot better than Luke)

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?) JJ is a late riser (with the amount he drinks and smokes?) and it usually takes someone coming in and shaking him awake to rouse him, especially if he went to a kegger the night before

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?) JJ is stubborn, he’ll refuse to admit that he’s tired until you quite literally drag him to bed, and after a certain time, he gets pouty and clingy and won’t let you go

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?) He definitely takes a while to open up, it’s not easy for him to trust someone but once he does, you know every single thought he has, there’s nothing he’ll keep from you

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?) It depends on the situation - if you break something of his or forget something, he genuinely doesn’t care but if you ignore him or purposely do something to hurt/annoy him, he’ll go from 0 to 100 instantly

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?) It varies - he’ll remember you saying you wanted/liked something in passing but he was no idea about your allergies or fears

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?) JJ will never forget the day you yelled at Rafe for him - Rafe had been badgering you about dumping JJ and how he wasn’t right for your ‘image’ and JJ had walked in on you screaming at Rafe about how much you loved JJ and it warmed his heart

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?) Insanely protective - he’s protective over his friends but with you, it’s an entirely different ballpark; when you’re out in public, he always has an arm around your shoulder/waist and his hand in yours; at keggers, he’s always ready to jump in if you give me a sign that you’re uncomfortable

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?) All or nothing - for significant dates, he’ll do the whole nine yards, nothing is too much but day-to-day, he’ll settle for a day out on the boat with you or a surfing date

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?) Whenever you argue, he’ll bail - he won’t show back up for a few days, obviously making you worry like crazy, but he doesn’t want to accidentally lash out at you

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?) Not at all, he knows he looks good so why would he worry?

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?) No - initially, he felt like you were his everything but overtime he’s learned that while you make him a better version of himself and he’d be devastated if you left, he’d be able to survive without you

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.) JJ has ADHD, it was Pope that suggested it and when he did, JJ was angry, he’d always been taught that having any ‘special needs’ made him weak but eventually you all sat him down and made him see that it wasn’t a bad thing

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?) Lying, he can’t stand people lying to him, especially people he loves/respects

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?) Snoring, he used to keep everyone up with his snoring until Kiara bought everyone noise-cancelling headphones and bought JJ some nose plugs

#jj maybank imagine #jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank imagines #jj maybank headcanon #jj maybank headcanons #jj maybank drabble #jj maybank drabbles #outer banks imagine #outer banks imagines #outer banks headcanon #outer banks headcanons #obx imagine #obx imagines #obx headcanon #obx headcanons

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ottiliere · 6 months

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hello! ur posts on the vagus nerve and its connections to digestions have encouraged me to do a lil mini dissertation thingy kinda focused on it/around it, ur big thread on PVT and everything really piqued my interest when i read it and i just held onto it for like a year or smthing until like last week when i started the project. Ik u said recently in one of ur posts i believe that ur not going to post the big dirk PVT post and im not here to be like yo post it because i also think u said that ur kinda moving away from like hs/dirky stuff rn ?? (im forgetting if i saw that sorry) but yeah i just wanted to say thank u etc etc, like ive never done an ask before so sorry if this is phrased weirdly but ur blog is just like one of those blogs that fundamentally changed how i view certain things in life for the better lol, like whether its ur beautiful representations / depictions of mental health in like just beautifully painted art (seriously the way u make it look like idk how to word it cartoony/really 2d but then it stands out against the background + if u zoom in and see the tiny pixel details == it makes me mad) or just like the huggeee long form posts that i like to chew on and save cuz theres so many details that AFFAAT like the way you talk abt the topics u portray has made me concious of how i would want to do so in the same way ig u get me. anyway this got really long and idk if i come across coherently, but ur just a random person on the internet whos art and written thoughts that u decide to share makes me happy when i see it == makes me pace around my room and distract me from this fat essay lmao so tldr: i really appreciate what u do + i hope like that ur doing well and that u keep arting and thoughting no matter what it is that u choose to focus on

(uve made me comitted to reading jthm, playing psychonauts and giving jjba w/ dio another go lmao) 🫶🫶

Hello! I’m sorry this reply is coming so late, this ask in particular is very sweet and has stuck out to me.

I’m really happy to have introduced you to PVT, this is something I’ve heard from a few different people on here and it’s very sweet… I did my thesis on it in college and the time really flew by while working on it, things you don't think could possibly attributed to "nerve issues" being nerve issues is always an eye-opener, isn't it? being able to research things that interest you & access information in general really is a privilege in this day and age.

“The topics [I] portray” are very important to me, so it’s heartening when others take interest in spite of the obvious deterrents. A lot of what I love making art about is unpalatable to most, and while I do understand the reasons for that on principle, it can make things feel a little insular. I genuinely believe there’s a lot of value in depicting tableaus of misery.

The last year has brought a lot of very unforeseen changes, and my life is quite different from when I initially made this blog to post about him! That’s also part of why I’ve been so sparse here…though I’m working to change that quite soon. I love sharing my work, and I’ve had the privilege of meeting some truly wonderful people through this website. That said…with where I’m at now, I’m not sure I’ll be posting the Dirk essay anytime soon, I’m afraid.

I’ve undertaken a few ongoing projects, one of which in particular is an original project I plan on sharing publicly here hopefully within the next month or so. I hope it’s something you & anyone else who’s stuck around with me here will enjoy, but failing that, I’ve really enjoyed working on it thus far.

Thank you for the sweet ask, take care, and good luck with your project!

#ask #I'm not afraid to admit that my fondness for dio is entirely contingent on things I made up about him in my head over the years.#there's a draft here filled with thousands of words about him that I started writing up in response to some ask I got earlier this year #but I never finished it... :( and I also never posted the dozens and dozens of pictures I frenetically drew of him either. maybe someday #on another note: I did my yearly reread of johnny the other month. I'll do something big with him one day but this year is not the year #similarly sasha answers in the queue. I'm glad you enjoyed psychonauts it's one of the greatest games ever visually and re: gameplay. etc #lucy art

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g-xix · 3 months

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THANK YOU FOR LETTING ME KNOW, TOO SV5 NONNIE!!!!! Lmk how you've been too bc just the other day asw i was thinking it's been so long since i last talked to you :(

HIHI GRACIE <3

i got logged out of my account for a while so i haven’t actually been able to chat w u, even tho i wanted to :’(

i’ve travelled back to my school unfortunately, and even though my exams are up, my history and law teachers decided to just give us more tests. i’m currently studying for those, but last week i’m telling u some demon must’ve possessed me or some shit bc omd it felt like i had the worst sickness known to man. i’m somewhat better now though, but i’m behind on a lot of my school work, so i won’t be very active these next days/weeks unfortunately 😓 i’ll still check up on u tho !!

also a little f1 rant while i’m already here, it’s only 17 more days till it starts again !! i’m soosososo excited !! did u see the news about lewis going to ferrari? he’s my fav on the current grid, so I’m not really sure how i feel about it. i mean, mercedes hasn’t been treating him as well recently, and they’ve also dropped on their production and car developing. but at the same time, ferrari? nando and seb could both tell u what a horrible idea that is, lewis. i really want him to get his 8th before he retires, but i’m scared he won’t 🙁

anywho !!! what about u ?? how have you been ?? i’ve missed chatting w u, even though i read all of your posts 😁 anything interesting at school or any upcoming projects for us readers u can tell us abt? 👀

Awhhwhwhhh why'd u log out? To cheat on me w an alt or j to recentre your life? respectfully hoping it's the latter

And no litr, everyone ik is really quite sick atm so I'm hoping you get back to good health very very soon because from what I've seen this cold-covid-RAT looks absolutely awful to have. Take care of yo goofy ahh sv5 nonnie, eat your vitamins n minerals and keep healthy

And what's "it"? Like, THE f1? And is F1 like football, like yk, are there European races or is it just worldwide? And are there qualifiers + how do they decide which countries race?

Wait nvm im a fucking idiot i j realised the teams that race are car brands/teams not countries 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️ Dear God I'm sorry for wasting anyone's time by making u read that, that is honestly embarrassing behaviour on my behalf.

But yeah! My mum said smth ab Hamilton being a driver for Ferarri atm (kinda flew over my head bc i dont rmbr who he drove for initially). And oh, mercedes have been neglecting him? That's good that Lewis is out and into a team that'll treat him better and help him win too.

And 8th what? 8th like, win? If so i hope that too. Well, i don't really know what I hope. All I know is that Stroll is hot and apparently looks as though he's been "freshly fucked into a mattress" (idk i posted a pic ab him and the reblogs still haunt me to this day), Seb's got a nice family and bread baking hobby, fans want to fuck Oscar, Lando and Max, and the rest are a little bit foreign to me

Isn't there a movie coming out (maybe out now tbf) about a racer that was a video game neek but got recruited by Ferrari or another big racing group? Do lmk the name + whether you've seen it + whether it's out + who it's acc based on bc it looks super super super interesting imo

And YAYAYAY nice to see you've still been watching (even if silently)

I'm doing well ty, I've decided it's time to get outta seasonal depression n kickstart loving life again.

I've got a scholar's exam coming up which is gna be hard to get so everyone manifest or pray for me pls, either works...

And in terms of projects, currently I'm doing s'more HC's (AMP eating out and another genre), ATV fluff, ATV threesome oneshot, and a Kinktober-core smut for ChrisMD!!!

Stay in touch SV5 nonnie, it's always acc bare cute talking to u

PEACE N LOVE!!!!

#WAFFLE!!#long rant myb broskis #f1 #formula one #formula 1 #lewis hamilton #ferrari #seb vettel #sebastian vettel #alonso #fernando alonso #stroll #lance stroll #lando norris #lando #oscar piastri #max verstappen

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taiiunknown · 1 year

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All I want is You !!!

RiRi X blackReader

Y’all this fic is very much based off my favorite song by Miguel-All I want is you, I very much recommend listening to it while reading 🤷🏽‍♀️

Summary: RiRi has been being a little to friendly with her partner that she have for this project in her class, Y/n becomes suspicious bc she can tell RiRi mechanic partner like her…

Warning ⚠️: Slight Angst, name calling, cursing, light smut I think 🫢

It Was another day at MIT for me , long classes, irritating white kids, I can go on and on, but I didn’t really care that much bc I do know one person who can bring a smile on my face, RIRI WILLIAMS.

Me and RiRi have been dating for 4 months now , ik it doesn’t seem like a long time but me and her connected when I seen her.

*flashback*

We met in the school cafe, she walked up to me and was casually like “We’ve been staring at each other for a while so I thought could break the ice by getting your number and buying your coffee.” Let’s just say my head shook “yes” fast asf.

*flashback over*

As soon class was over I texted her..

Me: RiRi, baby are you busy rn ?

Mi Amor🫶🏽: kinda but you can come over if you want I kinda have company tho .

Me: oh ok that’s fine, I’ll be there in 10 minutes.

*read*

Wow she never left me on read before…

*10 minutes later at RiRi off campus apartment *

I made it to RiRi apartment and made myself comfortable on her sofa when I seen a girl come out of her guess bathroom, “oh,Hi” the girl said nervously “hey.” I said tryna be nice as possible, “oh I see y’all met already” RiRi says coming from her room with some tape in her hand. “Ya, my name is y/n btw” I said smiling 🙂 “hey I’m Aiyana” she said . A hour had passed and all heard was Aiyana giggling while looking back at me while I’m on the couch , I wanted to know what was so funny. “Y/n?”Aiyana said with a smirk “yes” my eyebrows furrowed “why is your forehead kinda big ?” She says snickering “why you so concerned?” I asked with a bit of attitude bc who tf she think she talking too 🤷🏽‍♀️ “y/n!” RiRi shouts like I did something when shawty said something to me “What ?!” I responded “she was joking so stop getting mad quick THATS why I don’t be joking with you like that bc you take everything seriously.” My mouth dropped bc wtf did I even do ? “ima just leave till you calm down” I said grabbing my things and leaving her apartment. When I got back to my car I was just thinking of how stupid both RiRi and Aiyana just sounded for some reason, like wtf .

It’s been two hours since I left RiRi apartment and she haven’t texted nor called to check on my feelings, Maybe I was doing the most ? Or maybe Aiyana planned this when she found out I was coming over.either way I’m still pissed right now .

Mi Amor🫶🏽:We need to talk, Can you come over ?

Me: Last time I was over there I was getting bullied but,Whatever

Mi Amor🫶🏽:Just please come

*20 minutes later now arriving at RiRi apartment*

“So what do you want ?” I said with a raise eyebrow bc I can’t believe RiRi didn’t take my side. “I just wanted to say that I’m so sorry,Mami I never meant to flash out on you like that.I just thought Aiyana was joking and you took it seriously but when you left she literally tried to kiss me so I had to kick her out and I felt so bad because I know your beautiful brain got the thought of her tryna hit on my anyways.Im really sorry” RiRi said holding my had, “i just feel like you don’t want me, because how fast you took up for her and flashed out on me was unbelievable.”I said shedding a tear because this was me and RiRi first little argument. “No baby don’t say that, ALL I WANT IS YOU BABY!no one smiles,or smell like you, no one makes me laugh nor do they throw down in the kitchen like you, you are everything I’ve every wanted and I’m so sorry to make you feel that way and trust me this will never happen again and I’m not hanging with that delusional bitch anymore also!”Riri said reassuring me, “I love you so much…” she said lastly while wiping the little tears that is daring to come out of my eyes “I love you too” I said slightly grinning bc she is so sweet. “Let me show you how much I love you…”RiRi said leading me to her room.

It gets a lil 🥵 spicy

“Ughhh RiRi I can’t take it babyyyy” I said with my face In RiRi pillow while she is literally drilling my shit, “uh uh take that shit,Be my good girl!” RiRi said grunting silently. “I’m so close bab-yyyyyy plea-se” I was very close and we have been going for 40 minutes now and it feels like my brain is about to explode 🤯 “Hold it baby” RiRi said while speeding up faster and faster like wtf is this bitch tryna kill me 😀 “you forgive me my baby?” RiRi said while drilling me in full speed “YES!YES!YES! Baby just plz let me cum I love you so much baby just let m-” oh shit I came With out RiRi permission,I’m sorry but I couldn’t hold it any longer… Fuck Fuck Fuck what I’m do now? RiRi slows down she pulls out and turn me facing her while Im panting lightly, “Did I tell you to cum?” RiRi said while slowly removing her clothes,I’m on the bed laid out can barely even move. I see RiRi slowly getting on top of me and opening my legs so she can be on top of me, oH fuck I’m already feeling overstimulated 🤦🏾‍♀️ . I thought she was gonna start off slow but she started off fast I guess to chase her own high “FUCK BABY THIS PUSSY FEELS SO GOOD AND WET FOR ME!” RIRI MOANED AND IT WAS MUSIC TO MY EARS EVEN THOUGH ALL THE WORDS THAT IS COMING OUT OF ME IS “AH-FUCKKKKKKKK RIRIIIII UHHHUHH” I think them the only words that is functioning in my vocabulary right now “RiRi legs began to shake while mines was already shaking like a two dollar stripper. “FUCK CUM WITH ME BABYYYY!” RiRi shouted and I did what I was told 🤷🏽‍♀️. After being fucked senseless,Riri ran both of us a bath and she had to help be to the restroom bc my legs felt like jelly and I’m pretty sure I couldn’t feel my pu-, anywhoooo. After that RiRi changed the sheets while I’m still in the tub relaxing bc she told me to rest my legs and let my body soak while she put on her clothes for bed and find me clothes also. Minutes passed and we was both in bed cuddled up, “I love you so much yk?” I said slowly falling asleep “ik you was screaming it for a hour mami”she said smirking “you better be glad I’m sore bc I would’ve slapped you” I said giggling bc she was right 💀

“I love you too,Mami never for get that” RiRi said while I’m already knock tf out 😭

The End!

#riri williams #riri x oc #shuri x riri #riri x reader #iron heart #wakanda forever

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lingy910y · 5 months

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Weekly Tag Wednesday

thanks @energievie, @mybrainismelted, @deedala & @mmmichyyy for the tags! 😁😌💖 these questions are long but fun

1. which character from any media would you like to have as a father? I KNOW i said i don't think ian and mick would be that good as parents but screw it, i want ian to be my dad 😌

2. if money, laws, time, and effort were no object, what animal would you want to have? i still wouldn’t bc i would like them to be free instead of living with me. even if it’s effortless there’s still a lot of responsibility that comes with taking care of another thing but if there was an ethical way, i want a teacup dog

3. what is your chinese takeout order? i eat chinese food on a daily basis so there’s so much i like but fried ramen or yaki udon (ik it’s japanese but chinese restaurants have them) and wonton. or shrimp rice rolls, i have them every saturday bc they’re my fav food

4. what’s your favorite emoji? 💀 in terms of most used. it’s the superior way to laugh

5. would you rather have a library, greenhouse, or home theater in your house? oooooh library

6. what childhood tv show do you think of the most fondly? my little pony 🦄 my little pony🦄 ahh ahh AHH AHH (i still like it)

7. what was your tumblr like when you first joined? bakudeku stuff and kinda cringey posts like "reblog if you don't want to have bad luck" and bad jokes

8. what clothing style do you love but don't feel compelled to replicate yourself? the cutesy kind like oversized sweaters and leg warmers

9. if you were plopped into a fictional world, which one would you know the layout of the best? genshin, even tho i did so bad on its geoguesser parody LOL

10. what is your favorite piece of art? the question didn't specify the type of art, so i'll say this person's fanart is up there: https://x.com/Tarokunnnn/status/1235139944525504513?s=20

11. do you have a water bottle? yes, it's coral-colored and insulated from zojirushi

12. what fanfic trope is a fanfic fave? ...cheating? if it's one half of the ship cheating on the other person with someone else. the fics aren't my fav bc it's ooc (most of the time) but like i've said before i like angsty drama lmao

13. do you carry a daily bag? what does it look like? what’s the weirdest thing in it? yeah my backpack that's preppy with pink and tan colors. weirdest things are post-its i still keep from compliments my classmates gave me on my english projects during gallery walks where we have to write down "glows and grows" for others (it's not weird but i had to write smth shh)

14. if you had to ship mickey with another gallagher, who would it be? lip is the least weird option bc debbie, carl, and liam have a way too big age gap with him and they look up to him. that leaves fiona but she's also a girl 😭 and i know i just said cheating is fun to read and it could just be an au but lickey makes me mad AKDJASF (no hate to the shippers) i'm thinking way too hard abt this let's just go with frank

15. what is a fanfic trope you didn’t expect to like and then very much did? historical aus :0c i said i don't really like aus but maybe it's cause i already like history

16. do you think s11 mickey can still carry s11 ian? yeah he's still buff as fuck

17. who got custody of the killing bat when they sold the house? they did not go through with selling the house <3 but if they do i see carl and mickey fighting for it LOL

tagging @heymrspatel, @softmick, @krystallouwho, @michellemisfit, @jademickian, @iansw0rld & @juliakayyy

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nyaarr · 7 months

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Hi, i just wanted to say quickly that im rlly inspired by your WFI series on ao3, so much so i wrote my own fics (id love for u too have a tiny look at them🙏). I just think it's really good, even though the ending left me crying a little😭 I wondered if youre going to do any more Anahardt stuff at all? I understand youve slowed down since ow isnt for you anymore, and thats totally understandable. I just had a few questions;

-Were there any ideas you had (old and new) for fics, or headcanons or stuff that never made it into an actual post/fic? If so what were they, id love to know

-Ik u said WFI part 3 wouldnt come out, but i was thinking if i could write it for you instead? As in, you tell me about your ideas you had for it, and why it never took off, and perhaps i could write it myself? sort of like a little reboot. if not its totally fine👌im not offended.

But yk, if you ever get any ideas of picking the hammer back up, dont hesitate to let me know. love ur work btw, super awesome!

Hii!

First of all, thank you! You're very kind :) I would love to read your stories, and surely other people here too, so hit us with the link.

Blizzard killed the love I had for Overwatch. Not for the characters, you know, but the game itself. They destroyed WoW first, then came for OW, and I'm pissed. I'm so pissed I uninstalled both months ago and grieved what we could have had.

I have a short anahardt story almost finished. :< It's another "they get together" type of story. I really enjoy watching them get close I guess :3

I also have another big story that I'll never finish: an OW + Pacific Rim crossover that was going to be about Rein and Ana. It's actually two stories, because I never could decide which plot I liked most, so... I kind of wrote both in paralell :_) I might actually post the first chapter as standalone one of these days.

I had a million ideas for WFI3 and 4, some of which were written down in different grades of completioness. Since I dropped the project quite some time ago, I only really remember that I put on paper.

WFI3 was going to be a mashup of short stories happening on different years instead of longer chapters. I wanted to cover around 20 years or so, and this seemed the best way forward. It was going to start from where WFI2 ended, kind of fix things so that they were in friendly terms again but strictly nothing more, and end it with Rein's retirement and Ana's death.

WFI4 was going to be more similar to 1 and 2, and was going to show what Rein and Ana were doing on their own before their met again.

One of the ideas I wanted to explore for Rein --which might have never worked, but anyway-- was having a big discussion with Jack about what happened with Ana at OW headquarters, and then snatching his armour on the way out and becoming a sort of a fugitive (an idea I got from Ironhardt). This was going to be a bit in line about what Sombra said about Brigitte not knowing stuff about Rein's retiremnt. He would be in hiding but helping people until the fall of OW, where the UN would stop actively looking for him. Then Brigitte would join him after he comes to the Lindholm's house looking like what the cat brought : )

They were to go here and there and answer the recall on Gibraltar. Torb and Bastion were going to be there, just like Jack and Ana (with their masks on), Tracer, Winston, and others, and everything was going to go to hell pretty quickly from there.

I envisioned Bastion and Rein's encounter a bit more dramatic that what Blizzard showed us. Blizzard always hinted at Rein having some sort of trouble with his memory and whatnots, which I was going to address at the end of WFI3 (the reason for it) and in WFI4 (where sometimes he thinks he sees and hears things, like a rogue bastion ticking or Ana's ghost -- which happen to be very real).

WFI4 would have some of the ideas of the Anahardt 2018 stories I wrote as well. Particularly the conversation they have where Ana explains what happened to her and why she did what she did-- with the difference Rein wouldn't have caved this time. I wanted Ana to work hard this time to get him back. He deserved it lol.

I wanted WFI4 Ana to be different in quite some aspects, after everything that happened to her. She wasn't going to know which memories she had were real. So in a way, Rein would understand what she was going through. And I wanted Brigitte to be fiercely protective of him, hissing at Ana, so to speak, and telling her to stay away.

I'm all happy that you find inspiration on my stories and that they make you write. If you want to continue what I started, go for it. I won't share my drafts or ideas in more detail, since whatever you write has to be your story, not mine, but the universe is out there so to speak. Go ham. Have fun. And share when you're done!

I'll give you a little parting gift though. The first bit of WFI3:

Sep 2056 -- Sweden

“Yes, I am sure.” Torbjorn rolled his eye, his patience obviously running thin. “It’ll be fine. Aha. Yeah, we have the SUV he borrowed from HQ. Ah, what now?”

There was a moment of silence so poignant that Reinhardt looked at his friend. He was glaring at the coffee table as if he wanted to disintegrate it, but then his gaze softened.

“That’d be fine, I think. Thanks. Talk to you soon.”

He hung up with a flick of his wrist and leaned back on the bunch of pillows they were sharing in front of the TV.

“So…? What happened?”

“Dr Shollner seems positive that you’d recover sooner since this time the rest of your leg is not in pieces.”

“That’s a relief!”

“He will perform the surgery in two days, back at the base.”

Reinhardt swallowed. That was not the plan. He was supposed to fly to Sweden, fix his leg in the hospital where Angela’s parents used to work. The whole point was not going back to Switzerland yet.

“I know, I know,” Torbjorn sighed, closing his eye and resting his hand over his midsection. “I tried, but it wasn’t negotiable. The good news is you’ll be back home with us the next day.”

One night of being on bad drugs. He could manage that.

“The better news is I’m going with you. So you better behave; I need my beauty sleep.”

“What? No. You need to rest. There’s no need to—I’ve got this.”

“Shut up. I said I’m going, and I’m going,” he snorted softly. “I can do some designing from home, but I’d rather bring some of my equipment here.”

“Designing?”

“For my arm,” he waved his hand, lazily. “And for your armour. No point in having surgery now if the armour is not helping you enough.”

Reinhardt shifted in the pillows. He was not sure how much of his plight was his armour, and how much was just wear and tear. However, he would take armour improvements with grabby hands.

“And…” He started after a moment of silence, after noticing his friend was still frowning at whatever he learned over the phone. “Can you make it so that I could jump ah, let’s say, down from a building? Like taking a big plunge.”

“No! You should not be jumping off buildings. Wasn't last time more than enough?" The engineer glowered. "What’s gotten into you?”

“Ah, I was thinking it would be really cool if I could be deployed directly from the aircraft. You know, just dropping to the groooound, and boom!”

Torbjorn turned his head towards him, an indescribable expression on his face.

“No more brännvin for you. Or sugar.”

“Aww…"

#my art #overwatch #Wait for it

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irrfahrer · 1 year

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❝ look i said i’d help you let’s not make a big thing out of it. ❞ (from agricorps trudy!)

"Oooooh, I am sorry Lady Chacón, " Ziv dropped a dramatic little courtsey that looked even more strange considering she was standing in the middle of a black spot of barren earth that had turned her pelt a muddy brown and streaks of earth were sticking to her tunic: "-duchess of the compost and queen of the hydroponic gardens, I am just endlessly honoured that you decided to kneel down to a unworthy peasant as me and assist me with a kriffing biodome-research-project." "Like, not everyone decided to throw away their lightsaber and become a farmer with a kriffing strawhat at the precious age of ten, so excuse me if I am not having the same enthusiasm as you. Like, I know I am a kriffing awesome farmer, I know its my kriffing jam and that I am a kriffing awesome herder of semi-sentient plants, but that does not mean I have to like it and your unsarcastic enthusiasm is not kriffing helping liking it more.", With a low grunt Ziv got on her knees again and took another sample of the black soil to later test for the amount of bacteria in the laboratory- she had taken a dozen samples before and most of them were as dead the balck vacuum past the planets atomsphere looming thausands of kiometre over their head ike a black open mouth, which meant that if she wanted to start a biodome project on this dead piece of soi than she would need to first research bacteria that would fit in the atmosphere of the Planet and fit the balance of chemicals without causing a chainreaction that would make the luckily breathable air unbreathable. Starting a biodome project was already a balance act but starting a biodome porject without even having a base of bacteria in the soil to build on plantgrowth like a house could be build on a fundament, was not a balance act but it was walking on tiptoes on a hair were falling was possible at every second. Throwing the vial with sample to Trudy sitting on the vehicle, with clothes that were not damp and not black from the dead soil, Ziv climbed up to her, leaving just a little spiteful pawprints ofdirt on the vehicle.

#memcriaes: trudy chacón #memcriaes

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hoonloveclub · 3 years

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carpooling to school w/enha hyung line :D

(best friend!enhypen, high school au, fluff!)

a/n: ik it’s only hyung line i was running out of juice but lmk if you guys want a maknae line one! hope u guys like it （≧∇≦）oh also! i kinda want to make more high school aus so if you guys have any specific hs scenarios (like this one) feel free to send me an ask! <3

heeseung:

he’d be a pretty trustworthy driver i think

texts u when he gets to your house

always greets u happily even though he’s never fully awake yet

“morning” followed by a very forced smile to which u laugh at and he probably laughs with u

stares at you while you get yourself situated

“um hee, school?”

“oh yea right sorry”

you both listen to the radio softly as you guys warm up to each other after not seeing each other for a day

“oh yea and i need your history notes i didn’t do them yesterday”

“heeseung!!!!! u said you were gonna stop asking me” >:((

“y/n i promise this is the last time”

“yea suree you’re lucky i love u dumbass”

chilling in the school parking lot for 15 minutes before actually going to class

aka heeseungs hw copying time

jay:

late half of the time

*his phone rings*

“JAY WHERE ARE U U WERE SUPPOSED TO BE AT MINE 10 MINUTES AGO”

“shit i’ll be there in five”

still has a good fit on

also probably has a nice ass car

you’re already waiting on the porch

once you get in the car he smiles at u cheekily and ruffles your hair

*you’re obvi frustrated*

“yk we’re already late so.. breakfast?”

“...”

“only if u pay”

“i knew it” he pinches your cheek and squeals excitedly

“shut up jay”

yall end up missing all of first period LOL

jake:

probably never late and he gets u coffee or breakfast in the morning </3

i feel like he drives a truck LMFAO anyways

greets u really endearingly bc it’s a joke between u guys lol

“morning y/n-ie~~~”

“wassup jakieeee~~ waitttt what’s this?? did u get this for me??”

“um duh”

“dUDE STOP BEING SO CUTE OR ELSE I WONT EVER BE ABLE TO FIND A S/O” u push him aggressively

he laughs AND “oh and i got u bandaids. u said u ran out last night”

*u literally start tearing up*

“jakee u cant keep being so perfect i didn’t even pay u back for the lunch yesterday yet”

*u actually start crying bc u feel bad chjdsknd*

“Y/N. DUDE. WHY ARE U CRYING ITS NOT A BIG DEAL”

*gets embarrassed so he starts driving*

murmurs a little “just put on your seatbelt before u get hurt”

sunghoon:

honks when he gets to your house and continues to honk a million times if u don’t get to his car after 5 minutes

*u walk out sleep deprivation evident on your face*

“did u just walk through a tornado to get to my car or smth???” signature smile plastered on his face

pretty mfer

“stfu hoon you’re not the one with three exams today”

“okayy no need to project y/n. oh also i got u coffee”

“you did?”

“yea that’s what i just said??”

“this is why your my favorite person”

“yea.. that’s why i’m my favorite person too”

“hey take that backk”

playful fighting is a MUST every morning for u guys

despite that he always has an extra sweater in his car just in case u get cold or forget one

#ik i haven’t posted in forever i hope this makes up for it #enhypen #enhypen fluff #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhypen reactions #enhypen blurbs #lee heeseung #park sunghoon #jay park #park jongseong #jake sim #sim jaeyun #enhypen headcanons

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saltvault · 3 years

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leo valdez hc cause i kin him so hard

this kid owns my brain. he's just taken it over. this is leo valdez's brain now. ok now i'm starting. under the cut cause it's kinda long

he/they asf

why?

because i said so.

!!! not "seriously adhd"

seriously hyperactive perhaps

c'mon bros stop saying he's seriously adhd. that doesnt even. make sense. like at all.

anyway

natural hair is brown

dyes it black cause he's cool like that

dyed it for the first time around their 14th birthday with cheap shit from like walmart or cvs or something

will absolutely never stop dying it black

probably bleached a little part and dyed it red

ended up really liking it

kept it and will keep it for the next 42387428 years

is a really bad swimmer

like he knows how to swim in theory but they never really took a lot of time to learn

has big, brown eyes because i said so

cue the major self projection

as if there hasnt been any already

freckles but theyre barely noticeable until youre right in his face

dimples.

but one is normal on their cheek or w/e and the other one is kinda up next to his nose and only shows when he smiles really big

i should just put a picture of myself it'll make more sense.

nah

always playing with his hair

we know from the first chapter of tlh that it's long enough to tuck behind their ears a little

they do that a lot

twirling their hair around his finger

running his hands through his hair

that's how he combs it he doesnt even own a brush or comb or anything

their hair isn't as curly as it is wavy

always cracking their knuckles. like. really loud

it annoys piper so much

which makes him want to do it even more

dirty jokes worthy of like. sixth graders

so much "that's what she said"

dick jokes

lot's of them.

can and will take a nap at any time, anywhere

either 16 hours of sleep or 16 minutes

we know he can cook but he cant bake for shit

this one is NOT projection because i am, in fact, the opposite. kind of.

wanted to go to california so badly before mount diablo

was actually making their way to california before they got caught in new mexico

after mount diablo he kinda decided he didnt ike california anymore

ouuuuuu i have so many thoughts about trans leo

here it comes

major projection in its truest form

also i guess tw/cw for religous transphobia

afab

identifies as nonbinary

relates more to genderflux but thinks the label doesn't feel right for him

has kinda always known they weren't a girl

told his mom. duh

miss esperanza, being the queen she is, was obvs cool with it

i just know that they were a good little catholic family and went to church but as soon as esperanza got told something about having a trans kid, they just. stopped going

rosa was furious, of course

esperanza refused to take any of the shit her sister gave her about leo

cause that's her kid, bro!

anyway fuck tia rosa

yeah. that's right. TIA rosa

not aunt rosa wtf

seriously why would he call hera/juno/dona callida "tia" when she wanted to be called "auntie", and then call his mom's sister "aunt"

sorry i have a lot of thoughts. that really kinda messed with me when i was reading the books

anyway that's all for today, folks

#leo valdez #piper mclean #actually its not piper #esperanza valdez #pjo #hoo #toa #not really toa actually #trans leo valdez for the soul

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forthemorefortunate · 3 years

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Live Like Animals

Nessian Modern AU

Merry Chris- er, happy New Year to my secret snowflake! @ncssian 💕😅

I hope you like the fic! I’ll be honest, when I filled out the application for the secret snowflake, I said I could make a fic believing that it was very unlikely somebody would ask for one 🥴🤔 But lemme say, I LOVED writing this, which is definitely something I didn’t expect. More than that, I’ve never been much of a Nesta or Nessian fan, but actually thinking through their characters and interactions for this fic gave me a whole new perspective on and appreciation for them (even if I’m not the best at writing their characters, aha), so thank you!

A few quick things about the fic:

(Ik I already told you this, but for anybody else reading this aha) This is my first fic! So please take it easy on me 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

Okay so this part is kind of weird, but there’s kind of a corresponding playlist 😅 Each part is named after a song. You can play the songs while reading or not, I know for me personally (*cough* my ADHD ass) it’s hard to listen to music and read at the same time. The title is also the name of a song! Except that one is more random, haha (I couldn’t think of a title, so I shuffled my entire library and chose the first song as the title, and it kinda worked so I went with it)

One more quick thing – thanks to @moussescientist @ko0mbayamylord @blxckbeak @chanberry @mikitheswiftie @potatoburp @dead-on-the-inside666 @queenoffortunes and two anons for answering a question, and a HUGE thanks to Skye, @oneoutofamillionbooklovers for all your help and for roleplaying the parts I got stuck on with me ❤️

Part 1: Distant Early Warning (Rush)

Nesta pulled the dress over her head, letting it slide into place over her body. Screw this, she thought for the millionth time, yet she continued to get herself ready, turning to glance at her reflection when she was finished. She raised an eyebrow and nodded slightly at the woman looking back through the mirror. The woman Nesta spied had on a satin slip dress, darkest blue. She wore no jewelry save for the small silver studs in her ears, and her hair was pulled into a neat-yet-simple updo.

Why Nesta even agreed to go to this party she didn’t know. There was nothing different about it, just another college booze fest. The music would be too loud, the air too heavy, the guys too grabby, and the company too... clubby. Feyre insisted that she would fit right into her friend group – her clique – but Nesta wasn’t sure she wanted that. She padded over to the door of her apartment. No, Nesta was quite certain that “fitting in” with Feyre’s newfound friends was something she didn’t care for at all.

Nesta’s phone buzzed on her kitchen counter as she slipped on a pair of black heels, and she picked up to Feyre’s forcibly perky voice. “Hey! We just pulled up, you coming?”

“No.” Response blunt, tone dry. The line was silent for a long moment, and Nesta held in a sigh. “Did I give you the impression that I was interested in coming?”

“Nesta, I’m not in the mood for fucking around,” Feyre said, perkiness mysteriously faded now. “It’s just one party! I promise you’ll have fun.” Bullshit.

“Since when have I ever-”

“And everyone else really wants you to come, too!” Feyre cut her off, “Rhys is excited to meet you!”

Rhys. Feyre’s boyfriend. Nesta groaned inwardly, truly dreading any interaction with the rugby star. Feyre had immediately caught the eye of the local heartthrob, and the two began a serious relationship shortly after meeting. And with one came the others. In high school they would have been labeled “popular.” They were quite possibly the closest group of friends at the college, almost all of them having known each other since childhood. And Feyre had slipped right in among them. Nesta had warned Feyre against making the tight pack of fourth-years her main group of friends, and she had her own opinions about a freshman dating a senior, but Feyre didn’t make a habit of following Nesta’s advice. Rather, she seemed to think she could give Nesta – a third-year – much more valuable guidance. Domineering bitch.

“I don’t give a shit about your friends, Feyre. I’m only coming because of our deal,” Nesta said. Feyre had been pestering her all semester, spewing crap about how Nesta and Feyre should spend more time together. Nesta should get out more. Nesta should tag along with Feyre’s friend group. Nesta should have some fun.

More bullshit.

As second semester began, Feyre had proposed a deal: Nesta would go to one party with Feyre and her buddies, and if she honestly didn’t enjoy it, Feyre would stop asking her to join them.

“I’m on my way. Let’s just get it over with,” Nesta grumbled, and with that, she hung up the phone and opened the apartment door.

Part 2: Can You Afford to Be An Individual? (Nothing but Thieves

Nesta looked around the group of fourth-years–plus Feyre–arranged in front of her. Introductions were unnecessary; you couldn’t attend this school without knowing who they were. Her eyes fell first upon Rhys, his arm around Feyre’s waist. His chin lifted slightly as she made eye contact. Rhys: double major in history and foreign policy. President of the astrology club. Captain of the rugby team, possibly one of the best players the school had ever seen. He was the group leader, though nobody said it aloud. Nesta knew him well. Perhaps she only knew his type well, or her own perception of his type, but that didn’t keep her from holding his gaze a few moments longer than would be comfortable. Then she turned her scrutiny on his sidekicks, so she called them, Cassian and Azriel. The former wore jeans and a baggy black jacket over his rugby uniform in the school colors: black and red. The latter wore black pants with a dark blue button-down shirt untucked.

Cassian smirked as her eyes met his. “Glad you decided to make an appearance,” he drawled. She narrowed her eyes at him, and his smile widened in response. Cocky bastard. Azriel, double majoring in political science and criminology, simply nodded at her in greeting.

After the sidekicks came Rhys’s cousin Mor, an architecture major with a minor in design. She was entirely too peppy in a way that left Nesta exhausted, but Nesta wouldn’t give her satisfaction by scoffing at her cocked hip and half-grin, ostensibly projecting confidence. She held Mor’s stare, matching her asserted confidence with a cool security in her own assets. The half-smile twisted, just slightly, and Nesta moved on to the short girl farthest to the right: Amren.

Amren scared people. As in, people were genuinely freaked out by her. Aside from a few cultish tendencies, her occasional propensity for violence and/or verbal outbursts, and her sharp expression, though, Nesta couldn’t tell why. Amren majored in gemology and minored in linguistics, and was the only one in the group other than Feyre to have not known the others since they were little. In fact, she was studying here from abroad, though nobody actually knew where she was from. Unlike Mor, Amren presented a confidence that Nesta could believe in and respect. Nesta maintained her chilled posture, but let the bite in her expression retreat.

As for Feyre’s introducing Nesta, that was unnecessary as well. They all knew her; most upperclassmen did. Or rather they knew of her, by the name of heinous bitch. If she were being honest with herself, she didn’t mind the nickname.

“Okay,” Feyre started, her voice expectant as she tilted her chin to look at Rhys’s face, “Let’s head in?” Feyre, Rhys, and Nesta had met up with the rest of the group in the parking lot before they entered the party. Fashionably late, Feyre had told her on the drive in Rhys’s tesla. Rhys taught me that the key to maintaining his public image is in making grand entrances. God, Nesta wanted to laugh at Rhys’s influence over her.

As they entered the building holding the party Nesta immediately stiffened, and had to close her eyes for a moment against the harsh blue and purple lights cast by PAR cans. All senses at once were smacked by the presence of weed. The floor was vibrating, and speakers blasted near-deafening music so that all Nesta could really hear was thunder. Jesus Christ, I hate parties, she thought. A mass of sweaty bodies shifted and bounced through the too-heavy air ahead of her, some only silhouettes in the murky haze, through which Nesta saw red solo cups littering every possible surface. Suddenly she noticed Feyre standing next to her, fidgeting with her clutch and looking over expectantly. Nesta shot her a withering look that said, “This is not what we agreed to.” Feyre had the nerve to look guilty.

“Okay before you say anything,” Feyre began, “I know that look, and... I know this is a bit bigger than we talked about-”

“A bit?! This is a rager, Feyre. Do I look like I rage?”

“Okay no, but I promise Rhys and I have a plan.” Oh my God.

Nesta gave her another glare and plucked a cup off a nearby table. Sniffing it, she sighed and took a big swig. “Please, my dearest sister, do tell.”

“We’re going with a buddy system.”

Nesta coughed. “A buddy system – are you fucking kidding me?” She spied Rhys and his dickhead friends in the corner of her eye. “Wow, are arts and crafts before or after beer pong?”

Feyre rolled her eyes, calling a fresh wave of frustration to roll over Nesta. “Can you shut it with the attitude, Nesta? I already apologized for the crowd of people – it kind of got out of hand. Rhys told me before we left but I didn’t want to scare you out of coming.” She gave Nesta a pleading look.

“Tch, whatever. Who’s my buddy? I assume you’ll be with Rhys?”

Feyre beamed at her. “You’re paired up with Cassian!”

“Cassian.” Great. Alpha dickhead.

“Don’t be like that. He knows his way around these things and he’ll keep you from accidentally overdosing or blacking out.”

“Who said that wasn’t my intention?”

Feyre scrunched her face up. “Either way, you can’t deny that he’s bigger and taller than half the creepy guys here. He’ll keep unwanted attention away.”

Nesta watched as Rhys, lead hulking rugby bro dickhead, caught sight of her sister and eyed her with what might have been lust or love – Nesta couldn’t decide. Cassian, approaching from Rhys’s side, cut Nesta a slow, purposeful look down and back up to her face. She felt an annoying tingle down her spine as the crowds parted for them. This was going to be a long night.

Part 3: Inhaler (Foals)

They had been at the party for less than ten minutes and Nesta already wanted to leave. Drink in hand, she aimlessly wandered around the outskirts of the crowd, hoping to find a place to sit farther from the lights that drowned out any rational thought that flashed through her brain. Cassian trailed a few steps behind.

“So, what do you do for fun?”

She twisted around to glare at him. “Why are you talking to me?”

Cassian puffed out a laugh and spread his arms wide, responding, “If you don’t recall, we’re kind of stuck together, darling.”

Right. Nesta rolled her eyes. “How could I forget?” Cassian left the question hanging, still following her, so she forged on. “I like to read. A concept that’s probably foreign to you.” She dodged a young couple parting from the fray to make out against the wall, and paused to reorient herself.

“You might be surprised.” Nesta groaned inwardly and arched a brow. “Oh I have no doubt.”

“None at all?”

“What. Are you on volume seven of Captain Underpants?”

“Volume eight, actually.”

Nesta stopped. She was pissed. Pissed at this party, pissed at Feyre for lying about how big it was, pissed that she was stuck with rugby bro sidekick, pissed that the purple lights suddenly seemed a lot brighter, the music a lot louder, her thoughts a lot fuzzier. “Look, Cassian. I only came here as a favor to my sister. We’re not friends.” He started to cut her off, but she continued, turning so that they fully faced each other, “You don’t have to stay, I can take care of myself.”

He leaned in close, the laughter in his tone suddenly gone. “Listen, princess. You’ve had two beers and you’re already tipsy. I get it, we’re not friends. But there are at least four guys looking at you like they want to take you against the nearest surface and I’m the only man within a thirty-foot radius that has any self-control. There’s no way I’m leaving.” He held her gaze firmly.

“So that’s it – I’m just supposed to trust you? My knight in shining armor, here to protect my virtue? That ship sailed a long time ago.” Fuck it. “I wouldn’t mind taking you for a ride though,” Nesta said, flashing a smirk at the end.

Cassian’s lips twisted into a half-grin, but she could see annoyance rising up in his eyes. “Nesta, you don’t wanna play with me.”

“Brute.” Nesta turned and started walking away again.

“Bitch.” He followed.

Nesta scoffed. “How original.”

“Not all of us are English Lit majors.”

Somehow Nesta tripped on her own foot at that moment, staggering sideways into Cassian’s path. He lunged forward, arms going around her waist to hoist her upright. Her lip curled and she spit out, “And not all of us are rugby stars,” and shoved her way out of his arms.

“What does that have to do with anything?” Cassian asked, incredulous.

“Cassian, I’m sure there are plenty of girls here that would love your attention. But I’m not one of them.” She turned around to face him, walking backwards, and almost tripped again. “So go on and play with someone else. I don’t care. Just leave me alone.” With that, Nesta thrust herself into the fray, pushing her way through the mass of shouting people, making the crowd a barrier between herself and Cassian.

Part 4: Emergency (Nothing but Thieves)

After five minutes of random college students bumping into her from every direction, her head pounding and thoughts muddled, Nesta realized she didn’t know which direction the exit was in. Fuck. She was disoriented and exasperated, her frustration now showing in her usually unshakable expression. She couldn’t even tell which direction the light was coming from. How many beers had she drunk? Two? Three? She wasn’t usually a drinker, and it hit her then that she hadn’t eaten for hours before the party started. Stupid, she thought. This was why she didn’t do parties.

She was so distracted trying to figure out where the light source was, trying to get her bearings at least, that she didn’t catch sight of a brooding figure wending its way toward her until the man had a hold of her wrist and was pulling her to the side of the room, wherever that was.

“Hey! Get the fuck off me!” Nesta shouted over the crowd, but couldn’t get a response from the man until they found one of the cinder block walls.

“What’s the matter, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice cruel as he tried to pull her closer. “We’re just having a bit of fun, that’s all.”

“Excuse me?” Nesta ripped free of his grasp, but he backed her into a corner. He had a drink in one hand. Not good.

“Hey, hey, no need to get worked up,” he drawled, “I saw the way you were looking at me.” Looking at him? Nesta thought. This was the first she’d seen of him.

Nesta tried to step to the side, but the man followed her, his senses keener than hers in her condition. He reached out for her arm again, and Nesta shouted this time. “Don’t touch me!”

He put his hand up as if in innocence. “Come now, I’ll make it fun for you. Just have a drink.” He brought the cup toward her face, his hand now reaching behind her head, which she snatched away.

“I swear to God, can’t you bastards understand that no means no?”

“You-”

“Get the fuck away from me, creep!” She aimed a kick at his groin, but he easily dodged it.

His mouth hardened into a line, and he growled, “Just take the damn drink, bitch!”

The man shoved her into the corner, her head hitting the wall. He brought his hand up to hold her back by her shoulders as he brought the cup up toward her lips and-

“Let me go or I promise you’ll regret it.” Last resort.

He shot her a crooked grin and began to reply, but whatever response he had in mind was cut short.

A voice from behind him said, “And she never goes back on a promise, asshole.” The man was wrenched off her body by two strong hands, and pulled over to the side to give her an out, which she quickly took advantage of.

And there, dragging the man away from her, was Cassian.

The creep tried to play it cool. “Hey, Cassian, bro, what’s up, man?” he said mock-casually, “I caught your last game! great playing, dude!” His demeanor shifted completely as he turned on his bro mode.

Cassian’s jaw was set. He tightened his grip on the man’s shoulder, his stare withering. “You need to leave. Right now.”

Yet the man kept going with a smirk, “It’s all good bro, we can share.”

That was a step too far.

Cassian grabbed the man’s shirt, pulling him close. “That’s the thing – I don’t share. I don’t play nice.” Cassian thrust his face forward so they were only a couple inches apart. “You said you caught my last game, right? So you know I don’t go down without a fight. Touch her again and you’ll regret it.” With that, he shoved the guy into a table, and turned to Nesta. “Come on, I’ll take you home.”

Part 5: Before We Drift Away (Nothing but Thieves)

Dizzy and shaken, Nesta let Cassian guide her through the crowd to the exit. Once they were outside in the cool night air, he pulled her aside, gaze dark.

“Did he hurt you?”

“No.”

“Did he force you to drink whatever was in that cup?”

“No.”

His eyes closed and relief flooded across his face. “Good. God, some people are fucked up. I don’t know what I would have done if he had drugged you, or taken you away, or...” He trailed off, leaving anything further than that unsaid.

They were silent for a minute. Nesta looked up at him, a bit of worry still etched across his features. “Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why do you care so much?”

He looked over to her, something strange in his expression that Nesta couldn’t place. “I don’t know. You’re a human being, and your safety was left in my hands.” He paused and looked away. “If I’m being honest, when I saw that guy put his hands on you... I don’t know. Something flipped inside me.” At that moment he looked down to her bare shoulders, noticing that she was beginning to shiver. “You’re cold,” he said softly. “Here, take this.” He removed his jacket and draped it over her shoulders, even when she protested.

Nesta frowned as she gave in and pulled his jacket tightly around her, annoyed at the way her body betrayed her. “I don’t need protection. I’ve lived a long time without people to care about me.” She started walking toward the parking lot, and he followed.

“You shouldn’t have to live like that, Nesta. You’ve been pushing me away all night, but listen to me – don’t you understand? I’m not just talking to you because I’m bored. I don’t smile at you as a game, as if you’re some prize for me to win. Can’t you see by now that I’m doing literally everything I can just to stay by your side? Damn it, I asked Feyre to pair us together at the party.”

Nesta had stopped walking and was speechless for once.

Cassian stepped closer tentatively, as though she’d back away. He ran a finger over Nesta’s wrist and looked up to the sky. “Please, just don’t make me say anything else completely insane. I promise I’m not in the habit of sharing intense moments with perfect strangers.”

A rush of anger coursed through Nesta, and she shoved him back. “Don’t,” she said. “Don’t talk to me like that. Despite what you must think, I’m not an idiot. I’m not naive. I am well aware that this is all a favor to my sister. Stay with my lame, antisocial sister. It might be fun, right?” She paused, any restraint she had used earlier having completely abandoned her.

“That’s not what I think at all, Nes-”

“Fuck you, Cassian.” She shoved him again, more aggressively this time.

Cassian caught her wrists and pulled her closer. “Try that again.”

Nesta glared. “Bite me,” she spit out.

“Maybe I will.”

And as though drawn to her by some gravitational force, Cassian’s mouth came crashing down onto hers. He wrapped his arms around her waist, seeming to lift her off her feet. Nesta’s bare skin burned where Cassian touched her, and she pushed back against his touch to gain control. Everything, every thought was fading to nothing. Biting down on his lip drew out a low groan from Cassian, and Nesta broke free.

Cassian put his hands up as though to make a barrier between them, as though he wouldn’t be able to control himself without it.

“So much for being the only man with self-control,” Nesta said. Cassian just shook his head, earning a light snort from Nesta. “I shut everyone out--even pretty jocks like you. Don’t take it personally. It’s just easier.”

Cassian smiled his easy smile, and he reached up to touch his lips with a thumb. “You think I’m pretty?”

Nesta scoffed. “The prettiest.”

He stood there for a moment, just smiling at her, before turning back toward the parking lot. “Okay, princess, allow me to introduce you to the pinnacle of after-party activities.”

Nesta raised a brow, and Cassian let out a bark of laughter.

“Get your mind out of the gutter. I’m talking about pancakes.”

She looked skeptical. “Pancakes?”

“Yes. And after the night you had, you deserve an entire plate of them.” Cassian reached out to her with his big, warm hand, and Nesta hesitated.

“Cassian-” She started warily.

“Hey – I’m not asking you to marry me, it’s just pancakes.”

Nesta waited a moment more, then took his hand. “Fine. But I’m not sharing the chocolate sauce.”

“I wouldn’t dare ask you to. Besides, you already know how I feel about sharing.”

Nesta smiled a bit. “Hey Cassian?

“Yes Nesta?”

“Thank you.”

“Anytime.”

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floralovebot · 3 years

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I read your timmy/riven/helia headcanons and I LOST IT hahahaha I love it! I just got curious about that sad headcanon you mentioned about helia (I think about his past?)? Like you have said, like other people I project into him a lot so he's my favorite and wanted to know about that hc cuz now I can't stop thinking about it 🙊

AHH A FELLOW HELIA STAN MY BELOVED!!! HI!!!!

okay so,, i'd like to preface this with a couple things. 1. it's based off of a rewrite that i've had in my head since i was like, 10 and i'm never actually gonna write/post it kldhglahdgl. 2. i want to explain why i came up with this backstory and headcanon! cause ik anyone who isn't a helia stan or at least really likes him, probably won't understand (not in a gatekeepy way but in a "this character is so underdeveloped that if you haven't paid attention to every little thing about them you probably won't immediately catch on to the thought process behind this" kind of way).

So,,,, oh dear okay first no one is allowed to judge me. if you judge i'm gonna cry >:(

When I was trying to come up with Helia's backstory, a lot of different ideas went through my mind. Naturally being a Helia stan, I first went with the "he grew up at red fountain" route! But then I realized I wanted something with a little more umph, and as I realized certain things about him, growing up at RF (red fountain) didn't immediately make sense? At least,, not completely... You see, Helia is a major perfectionist (we've covered this in past lessons) and a major escapist. Something that stands out about him though, is that everyone we've seen that knew him for a long time (ie family members or childhood friends) are extremely supportive of him and understanding of mistakes (even bigger ones).

Helia's escapism has a direct connection to his perfectionism, ie if he makes a mistake, no matter how small or inconsequential, he freaks out and leaves. Something that makes him slightly different from other, similar characters though, is that his perfectionism only has to do with himself (usually). He doesn't worry about what other people think of him, only about the guidelines he's set for himself. So, if he makes a mistake that crosses those guidelines or rules, that's when he gets upset and leaves. (I honestly think him leaving RF for art school the first time could've been a product of this, though that's heavily just thinking and not canon).

While anyone can be a perfectionist and escapist without any big reason, I really wanted to explain why Helia is like that. His issues in particular seem more based on fear and invisible rules than just feeling inadequate (like some of the other escapists in the group... ahem bloom ahem). One thing that really stood out to me, was the arc in the comics where he left the school for a third time because he made a mistake on a mission that almost cost Brandon and Codatorta their lives. He let emotions and personal life get in the way of what he was doing and that allowed someone to mess with their ship, causing a malfunction that almost killed them. Helia, instead of trying to figure out what happened, immediately resigned from the school because "a good specialist wouldn't have done that". He places these almost impossible standards on his entire life, both personal and work-related. And again, while that can happen to anyone, the level he does this at is so much higher than the other characters (even the royals who are notorious for doing this).

I want to preface this next bit with I'm a dumb bitch who's obsessed with apocalyptic media. So like,, the backstory I came up with is that his planet basically got overrun with monsters born from wild/dark magic and that most people died in the chaos. This happens when he's very young and he only survives because he had adults taking care of him. Eventually, he would get separated from his family and come across another group of survivors are willing to bring him along. He ends up bonding with a young woman who he essentially uses to replace his mom (cause yknow,, kids need parents and all). At some point, they're looking for food or medical supplies and he makes a mistake (likely making a loud noise or something) that draws monsters to them. The young woman saves him and in the process sacrifices herself. Cue survivor's guilt that transforms into extreme perfectionism. After this, he would run away and eventually Codatorta finds him because specialists were sent to find survivors. Cue him growing up at RF where he can get the proper training but he's too young to go on missions. This sparks the perfectionism and starts the escapism. (Not even gonna pretend that this backstory isn't heavily inspired by tlou and twdg.)

I also wanted a reason for why he's so heavily protective of Saladin, a very strong wizard who's been in countless wars and by all means, doesn't need protection. Like,, obviously they're family so duh. But idk,, his protectiveness of Saladin tends to overshadow his own life (for instance in the comics I mentioned earlier, Helia only comes back to RF because he had to help save Saladin and in the process gives up his job as an artist). I wanted to explain why Helia is such a good specialist but is also constantly trying to get away from that life (ie he grew up there and doesn't want to live in war constantly). I also wanted to explain why Helia seems so unphased when things happen! Like he just,, he shows emotions, but they're so subdued compared to everyone else.

OKAY ANYWAY,, jeez this is long already (and I condensed it... I have an entire google doc that explains all of this in a much more eloquent way). The trivelia headcanon was about Helia feeling comfortable sharing these things with them. He would bond with Riven specifically over not knowing/having family. Over the years, Helia would share just the tiniest little tidbits here and there about what happened (this apocalypse coincided with the Domino war and as such no one helped them. the Magix news centers kept pushing this issue aside to the point where a lot of people don't even know it happened) and how he feels about it. Like I've said before, Helia has a hard time talking about his life and especially his emotions. So Riven and Timmy (and Flora :) ) would really be the only ones who get to hear these tidbits. Eventually, Helia would have to go back because there are rumors that the monsters are trying to spread to other planets. Timmy would be his main source of communication when he's there as the others wouldn't be allowed to go (since they aren't native to the planet and could be in danger with the wild magic around [.. things happened to the first specialists that got sent... not good things]). (Also not gonna lie that the monsters are heavily inspired by the aliens in a quiet place.. In the google doc, I have an entire section dedicated to the monsters alone alkgdldajg).

.... this is so long.........

#also he has an older sister a twin sister and a younger brother cause why not #they also have sections in the doc...#his big sister is a big reason why he isn't fond of self-sacrificing.. but that's a whole other part of the backstory #i didnt even get into his family.. what happened the day it started.... his parents.... his little brother......#mmm.....#answered #zeldanny #winx helia #but also thank you!!!! i love talking about trivelia im glad people liked that post :)#like. this post is too long and i didn't even get into a lot of it #like. the perfectionism and escapism? i didnt explain that too well #in this rewrite a lot of helia's personal skills have to do with this #like. the things he's especially good at from rf? yknow the string wrangling and stuff? the holding big monsters back? yeah..#i had another backstory for him (completely different) that im still really attached to..#again never gonna write this but if i did i would be stuck between this one and the other one #its about a magic school.. and not a good one...#has a ray that turns favorite character's backstories into a sob fest #oughh.... i have a doc for this one too............ actually that reminds me i need to edit it #its still in the rough draft stages ladhglajdg #this one i thought about a lot so the doc is more organized! but also very long. multiple pages of bullshit #i think other helia stans would like it. non helia stans would look at it and go what the fuck is your problem #would love to hear your thoughts if you read this though ajldghladg (no pressure ik its long)#id like to hear from other helia stans since we all have the same brain #posting this and running away #although i doubt anyone will actually read it so i probably have nothing to worry about lkahgedjhagljh

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onzeziggy · 3 years

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Maybe right now, Sander is sitting all by himself on his bed, way too big for just one person on top of it. His parents were busy working until late tonight and Robbe had exams going on. Sander knew his boyfriend had an exam of maths first thing tomorrow morning and decided that he could best stay at home and give the younger boy some peace so he could fully concentrate on his studies. The older one had passed some time by drawing some sketches of everything and nothing. He also tried to get started on a project that was waiting for already a week on his desk for him to finally be touched. But the only thing Sander could think about was a little, brown haired boy who could make all of his worries disappear, just by smiling at him. Sander took his phone, opened his contacts, looked at the picture next to Robin’s name and couldn’t do anything else than start typing.

Sander: “Are you ready for your exam tomorrow?”

Robbe: “Almost, there’s only one thing left to do to be done completely.”

Sander: “Robbe, it’s 7pm, do you still have to start studying that last chapter you didn’t understand anything about during the year?”

Robbe: “No, it’s not that, there’s something else I still have to do”

Sander: “Okay good, but what is it then?”

Robbe: …

Sander: “Robbe, you’re making me nervous for you, please-“

Sander was interrupted in texting his boyfriend by a knocking on the door. It weren’t just two or three knocks as people usually would do. This time it were 2 knocks, a pause, one knock, another pause, and again two and one knock, harmonically following up each other. Wait that couldn’t be true? There’s only one person who knew about this little code. Sander immediately dropped his phone on his bed and started running down the stairs to go and open the door. “What are you doing here?”

Before Sander, his boyfriend stood outside with the biggest grin he had ever seen. Robbe didn’t say a word before grabbing one of Sander’s boots at the front door and running with it to the kitchen. The older boy tried to stop him and asked for some kind of explanation, but Robbe kept moving straight to his target while letting out a small giggle and looking over his shoulder from time to time.

Sander arrived at the kitchen a few seconds later than Robbe did. “I’ve never seen you this active in a kitchen before baby, what are you up to?” The younger boy already felt at home in Sander’s kitchen so it didn’t take him a lot of time to find everything he needed. After walking around for a few seconds with Sander’s doc in his hands, he proudly put his artwork at the table while having the biggest smile on his face. “So, do you like it?” Sander looked at his shoe, the three sugar cubes lying on top of it and a cucumber coming out of it. “Do I, do I like it? You’re a real artist Robin, I love it. But I mean, you have an important exam tomorrow, so you didn’t have to do this just for me baby” Robbe’s wide smile made place for a smaller one while putting his hands around Sander’s. Robbe lifted up Sander’s head by putting his thumb on his chin and locked their eyes.

“Remember last year when you started this tradition for me after I said I didn’t have any? Well, I couldn’t let it pass just like this, could I? I love you too much for that” The biggest twinkle appeared in Sander’s eyes before letting go his last hand being held by Robbe’s and cupping his face between his hands. Robbe responded by closing his eyes and slowly approaching his boyfriends’ lips. Just before the gap between their lips was closed, Sander turned Robbe’s head and found his way to Robbe’s neck. The last one let out a deep sigh as response and tilted his head to give Sander more room for exploring his skin. Sander moved up, kissed his jaw, afterwards the spot right beside his mouth and ended up by his ear while taking his earring in between his teeth. “I love you so much Robbe. Did I already say how good you’re looking tonight? And fuck, those laughlines you have will be the death of me one day!” Robbe let out a small giggle before placing his hands in Sander’s hair and finally closing the gap between their mouths. They touched each other as if the last time they did was years ago. Breathing in each other and their lips in sync moving against one another. Sander’s hand had quickly found his way from Robbe’s back right into his backpocket. Their make out session was stopped abruptly by Sander pulling back his head and holding a fold up piece of paper next to Robbe’s confused eyes.

“What’s this?” the older one asked. “Sander, you weren’t allowed to see this yet, give it back to me!” “Just tell me what it is baby and afterwards I’ll give it back to you” After minutes which seemed like hours discussing with each other, Robbe gave into it and told Sander what the little paper was about. “You know, I've never got any letter like you, uhm I mean Sinterklaas, wrote to me last year any time before. And then I’m not even talking about the penthouse suite you booked for just the two of us that night. It was the best night of my life, San. At least before you started craving a hamburger and ran away naked”, Robbe ended with a wink. “Hahaha, very funny!”, Sander responded sarcastly. “Anyway, this is my little surprise for you in return this year”, Robbe said while a shy smile appeared on his face. The older boy couldn’t believe his ears and gave Robbe his piece of paper ik return. “You’re too cute Robbe, but can I know what’s on the paper pretty please?” Robbe took the paper, put it in his backpocket again while saying “If your hands weren’t this adventurous, you wouldn’t even have known anything about my surprise yet. I’ve already said too much by the way and a wise boy once told me patience is the best virtue” “You’re such a tease mister Ijzermans!” Robbe gave his boyfriend a little eskimo kiss while whispering “And you’re loving it”

#my little stories #wtfock #wtfam

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ruby-whistler · 3 years

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Are you normal or do u sometimes go "IVE BEEN SCARED OF SLEEPING WITH THE LIGHTS ON(off? Idk its hard to decipher)"/lyrics -curious anon

me: oh boy, can't wait to try and make a tumblr blog! Before i do i should research it- *what in the hecking heck is an xkit*

djskdjsk i had no idea what an xkit was until yesterday and when i got it i got too confused and uninstalled it - dw curious anon i don’t use it either i just vibe and do whatever i guess. if you tag correctly and make good posts things should work out, can’t wait to see your acc around!

I got some sad-ist merch :DDD!!

yooo!! that’s so pog for you! it’s probably pretty comfy :D

me standing ominously in your askbox waiting to rec my fav fics:

fjsjdjsk i literally just finished passerine i still have 80 more (some of which are like 300k words long) on my to-read but uh if they have c!dream mischaracterized i’ll not be reading them anyways so it’s very hit-or-miss, will probably get through some of them quicker-

After many moons spent under the dsmp, seeing discourse and analysis alike, i have come to the conclusion i simply do not have the energy to care about any lore outside of c!tubbo and c!tommy's and will only defend them. And that is ok. It is ok to not watch or care about all dsmp or want to discourse about them or analyze. Idk man was thinking deep thoughts today

it’s ok to watch entertainment and enjoy it the way you want to! it’s great to want to enjoy or talk about your fav character!

the problems come up when you attack other people for their perspectives on the medium or spread misinformation about different characters based on only watching the perspective you like, but you know - if you’re not doing analysis, you really don’t need to look that deep into it.

it’s ok to just chill. your feelings about characters are valid! :D so yeah i agree with you! let people with different opinions exist if they’re also being respectful (e. g. tagging correctly).

Hey ik u worked with animgician's newest vid and i found a not-crit (i rlly think) little thought on it if u wanna see it

yoo feel free to send it in!!

No one: me: *shuffles around* wanna hear about my cool warden c!tommy au?

may i interest u in a little bit of my writing? If not that is ok i just wanna see if my writing is any good before working on a fic lol

Anyways if i am not in the askbox for a little it is because i am now writing a proper fic thing out. Wish me luck o7 -curious anon (i have three different lyrics i am going to be incorporating and a little analysis and just a smidgen of projection)

Ruby do u wanna read a little something i wrote? *does the little fingers thing* its really short just a headcanon with a little prose

i sure do! that sounds rlly cool - are you sure you don't wanna make a post about that on your own account though? i don't mind seeing it at all but i think the c!tommy tag would be able to appreciate that au better than my followers. you've gotta find the right target audience, y'know? /lh

though of course i'd love to see your writing, i'm sure it's great! looking forward to it :]

Ayo i remembered u talking about how punitive punishment doesn't work the other day so i want to discuss. What would u consider to be a fitting "punishment" for c!dream's canonic killing of mexican dream?/gen

i mean... we're not trying to - being against punitive justice is about the fact punishment is wrong, not just certain types of it. asking me what a "fitting punishment" would be is sort of very not getting the point.

hurting people further is not going to teach them anything and it’s not going to help anyone, why is it necessary?

so the answer is: none. he shouldn’t be punished, actually! he should learn on his own that what he did wasn’t right, and that’s about it. that’s the thing about transformative justice. him becoming a better person who Wouldn’t Do That again because it goes against who he is.

however, there’s also restorative justice, which is working to “make it up” to the victims. to which i propose; dream has the revival book and could literally bring him back once he is out of the prison. give him some powder maybe. md would probably be chill w/ that.

Yknow. In all my time in dsmpblr i can confidently say that the main differnece between c!dream apologist/enthusiants and c!wilbur/sam ones is that the c!wilbur/c!sam ones want their fav to have a breakdown and c!dream ones want theirs to get positive reinforcement /hj /lh

i’m pretty sure the sam and wil ones also want them to get better/get redeemed, at least deep down, but i get what you mean! you’re *glances at the 🟩⛏ gc where all we do 24/7 is write angst about c!dream being terribly hurt and then we cry about it* 100% correct. no angsters who like the pain here *nervously laughs* we all just want him to heal and be happy for the rest of his life with no heart-shattering breakdowns whatsoever! /s /lh

Hope ur having a great day m8 :]] -curious anon (also i have a new canon fact i wanna share. In quackity's alt lore stream yesterday he said (to the best of my memory) that "no law/juridsiction exists on the dream smp to prevent one from building anywhere" so i guess that clears up the big debate on wheather or not c!dream had a right to enforce rules (or basically the arguement that he owned the server by divine rule)

no i’m - i’m pretty sure that’s just how it works. dream still owns the smp, but he himself has said wayy back at the beginning “everyone can build and go wherever they want” and that was that. it was one of his rules on the smp, it was his main problem with l’manberg. being able to build anywhere were the rules that he “had the right” to enforce. and he did, not because he was a god, but because it was his smp, his home that he claimed for his friends. wouldn’t call it a big debate, it’s really that simple.

.AGONY. HURT EVEN. THIS IS HOW IT IS FOR CURIOUS ANON. I LAUGH, I CRY, I FIND AN ANIMATED GIF ON TWITTER THAT SQUEEZES MY C!TOMMY ENJOYER HEART INTO OBLIVION. (i am being dramatic btw for the funnies just so ya know) I AM NOT GOING TO FINANICALLY RECOVER FROM THIS. AAAAAAAAAAA UEEEEEEE

OK THAT FREAKING

O U C H-

also for the old phil ask. Hes a bad dad because of how he treated ghostbur. I will elaborate if u want

didn’t ghostbur just say “i’m not wilbur” and philza said “you’re not my son” and they went on with their day? weren’t they actually in agreement that he wasn’t the same as wil when he was alive? i don’t remember him really treating him badly tbh other than disowning him which seems fair to me, because ghostbur was a literal stranger to phil at that point?

wish you a nice day, curious anon! (i’ll be back on my essays and answering other asks now, so i might not reply right away :])

#my asks #curious anon #long post

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selinakidreams · 3 years

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year six at hogsmeade

ho ho ho! Merry Christmas! This fic is for the @haikyuucreationsadm secret santa event! dedicated to @ichorizaki ! sol, I hope this gives you the warm fuzzies!

genre: fluff

warnings: none!

tags: harry potter au!, gn! reader, friends to lovers, yams is a lil over protective, fake dating (if you squint really really hard), yamaguchi’s pov !

a/n: no i do not hate the character i put as the slytherin (i’m not gonna spoil anything <3 teehee) i did it almost as an easter egg ...? like if you remember how yams reacted when he heard a certian thing come from his mouth,,,,,,, you’ll understand why- the clip was playing in my head on repeat while writing it lmao (super vauge ik but ah ha haa)

Both of your school capes sashae across the cold stoned floor as you two head to the one class you had together. The air was nippy; delicate flakes of snow danced around the sky until they landed on the ground. Yamaguchi hugged his books closer to his chest in hopes to ease the lack of warmth. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw you nuzzle into your silver and green scarf that was already bundled up to your nose.

‘Cute,’ he thought to himself- and when it comes to you, that word comes up in his head quite a lot.

Far from being his favorite class, Yamaguchi Tadashi had to get used to the defense against the dark arts course. It was very… out there for him in the beginning. By pushing his limits, it created a wave of self-consciousness that would wash over him, resulting in the feeling of incompetence. Thankfully you were there to encourage and support him, just as you had been since the day you guys met. It was something about your strength and determination- he learned that through the years when you had an idea, a goal, or a project in mind, you would see it through. It was so inspiring to young Yamaguchi, the little boy constantly cowering away from anything that seemed too much. He would constantly be picked on and could never speak the words that clogged his throat but then you came along with a single snarky remark to end all of theirs. There was no time between the moment he words left your lips and when your hand slipped into his- pulling him away from any sense of loneliness he would ever feel again. You were there for all the big moments, from when he first got his letter to him getting sorted into Gryffindor to him trying out for their quidditch team. You two had been absolutely inseparable and neither of you would change a thing.

Yamaguchi cherished walking to class with you- the way you fit so well in the environment… he just couldn't take his eyes off of you. His favorite version of you was in the winter because you just looked so much cozier. The dark colors of your house heavily contrasted against the bright sparkling snow that reflected natural light into the corridor. The pink that tinted the tips of your ears made his heart skip a beat. If it hadn't been for you stopping by the opened door way, he would have completely missed the entrance to the classroom because of his… observations. He motioned you go in first, your eyes crinkled in thanks as you stepped inside and he swears that you caused a heart palpitation.

It was your guy’s sixth year at Hogwarts and by far Tadashi's favorite Defense Against the Dark Arts course yet. The teacher, Remus Lupin, had such a way of teaching that it was not only fun and interactive, but also incredibly informative- the prime way for him to learn. He was so happy that Lupin’s tactics were sticking, this meant he didn't have to cling to you for help as he had previously; He was able to show you that he was capable of being strong on his own. Whenever you showed your delight at Tadashi’s progress, he only wanted to work harder.

“Hey so… after class, did you want to go to Hogsmeade and get something to drink from Honeyduke’s? It’s all snowy out and it’s the perfect weather for something warm and comforting.” You grinned as the both of you took your seats, conveniently across from each other, the only thing that separated you two was a slim isle way. Yamaguchi turned to you with a small smile curving his lips, “Yea, sounds good but just remember I have practice later so I can't be out too la-“ his last word was cut off by an obnoxious scoff from the keeper from the Slytherin quidditch team.

“That was supposed to be our practice, you know. Daichi snatched up our usual practice time.” Koganegawa Kanji said snottily, judgmentally eyeing Tadashi up and down before turning his gaze to you. Suddenly there was a different type of look in his eyes, a bright one that showed that he believed he could secure all sorts of things… including you. “Those Gryffindors think they can take whatever they want, but I know what we're going to be taking. The win at our next game… which just so happens to be against Gryffindor. You’re going to be there, right y/n?” He practically beamed to you as he kept side-eyeing Yamaguchi.

Before you could even answer- before he could even realize what was coming out of his mouth- your shy, kind hearted, wouldn’t-hurt-a-fly Tadashi rolled his eyes and said, “Yea they’re going, they’re going to be screaming out my name when I catch that snitch.”

Your eyes widened as you turned to him with your jaw slack, the sexual innuendo in the forefront of your mind but when facing your freckled best friend, it looked like he couldn't believe he was able to even speak up. Yamaguchi is not one for confrontation or someone who initiates fights… but when things come down to you, he acts in ways he doesn’t recognize- for painfully obvious reasons.

“You better watch that mouth of yours, Yamaguchi, or else i might just have to zip it up.” The Slytherin hissed, getting ready to reach for his want but stopped in his tracks when his gaze caught sight of a scruffy man in his mid 30’s standing behind the frozen Gryffindor, hands in his pockets and a brow raised.

“Now… I know you were not about to hex mister Yamaguchi inside of my class, right Mister Koganegawa?” Professor Lupin tempted, a small smirk danced on his lips with the unmissable glint of entertainment that twinkled in his warm eyes.

The professor didn’t give the boy a chance to answer, instead turned around and headed to the front of the classroom while saying, “Return to your seat Koganegawa, I expect whatever hex you were going to cast was going to be a naughty one. Well ironically, today’s lesson is focused on learning to reflect those nasty curses…” The whole class settled in for the lecture as Tadashi sneaked a peak at the reaction that had been plastered on your face- boy, was it a cute one. Both of your lips curled in with saucer eyes, cheeks tinted a faint red, as if you were holding back a laugh that was forcing its way out.

<♥︎>

After Lupin bid the class adue for the day, everyone went their separate ways; Tadashi held you close as you both headed to Hogsmeade, his arm draped over your shoulder as you leaned into him for warmth. The walk had been a comfortable silence until you spoke out your curiosity to break the ice, hitting him with the million dollar question.

“Hey, what happened back in Lupin’s class? That was.. odd.. of you to say.” You inquired. Normally when you catch Tadashi off guard or in a vulnerable state, a cute blush dusts along the apple of his cheeks and the tips of his ears. You knew you were robbed of the sight, the cold had beat you to it, a violent scarlet already bared his skin.

He let out a sigh, the breath showing itself in the cold, before he muttered, “I’m just tired of him openly ogling at you like you’re some toy. It’s not cool.”

You responded with a slight hum, the real reply bouncing off the walls of your brain: I can't believe we’re not together by now.

“Oh yams,” you chuckle as you huddle closer into his side.

<♥︎>

Passing under the grand Hogsmeade archway, he was grateful that there were barely any students about- this meant you guys could get your drinks faster and walk around the shops easier. With the antique green and pink building in sight, the beeline to the shop’s entrance was determined.

“Okay okay, let me guess…” you started as Yamaguchi held open the door for you to walk in, already eyeing the colorful treats that decorated the room, “you want a hot chocolate.”

“And you want a hot strawberry tea.” Tadashi retorted with a smile.

“It’s almost like… we’ve known each other for years.” You say, your tone dripping in sarcasm as he watches your finger trace over the newest candy they sold.

Sol, a sweet that’ll brighten your day! The container said, with a picture of what looked to be an edible ball of light. Supposedly, once it hits your tongue, it melts into the flavor you're craving most.

After inspecting the shelves around the store for any new and exciting treats, you both headed to the register where Tadashi placed the drinks order and fished out two golden galeons and five silver sickles. He snuck a glance at you admiring the brightly colored walls to make sure you weren't looking as he slipped the cashier the two packets of sol he stealthily grabbed and handed them three extra sickles. A sweet surprise for later.

Leaving the store, Yamaguchi watched the way your hands slipped around the warm cup, the tips of your fingers slightly intertwined. He wanted nothing more than to take your cup out of your hands and intermingle his fingers with yours…but he couldn’t, it would be crossing a line, wouldn’t it? Nevertheless, the image of holding your- probably- freezing hand was on his mind the whole time you two were walking around the village you knew all too well.

Deciding that it was pretty late you guys began to head back to the castle. The snow crunched underneath your boots with almost empty cups in your hands, you knew it wasn't going to take long before you’d be greeted by the back entrance of the castle. “‘Dashi… do you have to go to practice? I… i need help with Lupin’s coursework.” you stutter out, causing Yamaguchi to pause and turn toward you.

This took him by surprise, normally you were really good with your coursework, so for the roles to switch… something had to be off.

“ y/n... You know I can't. The team said they really need me there. Daichi would have my head if I missed practice. The game against Slytherin is so close and I really need to-” he cut himself off before he could reveal too much or get too annoyed, the flash of Koganegawa smirking flashed in the back of his mind.

“you need to… what? I saw your last game and the way you soared through the air was incredible, it didn't seem like you needed to work on anything!” you pouted with damn wide eyes.

Tadashi tried to ignore the slight increase in his heart's beating pace, “aha well..” he said as he lifted his arm to scratch the back of his head, “we’re a team and they need me as much as i need them!” you stopped walking so he turned to face you.

He watched the small sad smile creep onto your face before hearing you mutter, “Jeez, when did my Tadashi become so popular?”

For Yamaguchi to not lean in and plant a kiss on your lips, something had to be holding him back... but there was nothing- if anything, you seemed to slightly lean in.

He figured that you'd assume that the first move was going to be on your part, as it normally was when something serious would happen between the two of you but he wanted to prove to you that he's changed. He's not scared anymore. He has no reason to be. He’s learned so much about himself throughout the years because of you. You're the reason he was the social person he was today. And he was the one that finally connects your lips with his.

Due to the cold and dry winter, both lips are not as smooth as wanted but it doesn't stop him from deepening the long awaited kiss. He placed his open palms on your waist and his fingers gave you a small squeeze when he heard you sigh into the kiss.

When Yamaguchi felt your arms around his neck, he swore the world stopped turning for a second. The warmth that he was feeling was unmatched- this was warmer than any other winter coat had made him.

When he pulled away, your arms stayed around his neck and he refused to let his hands leave your waist.

“I uh-“ at this point Yamaguchi’s face was bright pink, yours being no different, “um I’ve wanted to do that for so long.” You said, cutting him off.

Tadashi had to blink a few times, as if he was clearing his vision because what he just heard wasn’t possible.

“N-no way…” he mumbled, looking at the ground next to you. Tadashi almost felt overwhelmed but one thing's for certain, the weight of needing to properly confess was only getting heavier so he gulped down his anxiety- as you had taught him so many times before- and brought his eyes to meet yours.

“Y/n… I’m so in love with you. I have been for so long-”

Something red wizzed before your guys’ eyes, cutting off his huge confession. His eyes became wide at the hovering letter facing him.

A howler.

Before you could even raise an eyebrow, the letter opened itself in the shape of an origami mouth.

“Yamaguchi, YOU ARE LATE FOR PRACTICE! WHY? WHAT COULD BE SO IMPORTANT THAT IT’S CAUSING YOU TO MISS PRACTICE?” the letter with daichi’s deep voice boomed around the empty of the woods. It began to look around, as if it could see the surrounding area- which was weird because typically howlers were only used to relay a (very loud and disappointed) message. When the envelope eventually faced you, the bottom of the mouth dropped and seemed to gulp.

“Ah.. i see.. Hi y/n… um,” the letter turned to face Yamaguchi before reminding him to go to practice and ripping itself apart.

It was silent for a second, neither of you knew what to say.

“I dunno but it almost sounded like Daichi wanted me to go to practice.” was the first thing he said. He watched your face contort from a small smile to a full out grin joined with a hearty laugh.

“Let's get you to class ‘Dashi.” you said as you wound down from your laughing fit. Holding out your hand, the expression you gave him was one that he never saw from you before. The corner of his eyes crinkled with how genuine he was smiling as he took your hand, finally getting to entwine your fingers together as you guys headed to the quidditch field.

Ps. yes you did scream out his name when he caught the snitch- it didn't go unnoticed...

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