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#sk8 the infinity#sk8 the infinity shitpost#sk8 the infinity meme#kaoru sakurayashiki#kojiro nanjo#langa hasegawa#reki kyan#miya chinen#shindo ainosuke#tadashi kikuchi#may be my favourite oddly enough#sk8 adam#sk8 shadow#sk8 cherry#sk8 joe#sk8 miya#renga#matchablossom#I think
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black ink
18+ suguru gets a fresh tattoo from his favourite artist 1.4k
He enters his usual tattoo parlour, skimming through the beautiful designs in your portfolio that you have made with incredible detail.
He has been so pleased with all of your work so far, eagerly showing off the art.
But now, he needs something new.
You’ve given him ornate patterns over his shoulders, some trailing down his biceps, reaching his forearms and wrists. His hands remain bare, for now.
There’s more spiralling up his ribcage, some dipping below his hips.
But where he’d really like his new tattoo is on his chest.
He wants a centrepiece over the broad expanse of his toned muscle.
And he wants it from you.
“Suguru! You’re early,” your voice chimes in his ear, entering the shop floor in an outfit so daring his heart nearly stops.
A tight, black cropped vest, leaving nothing to his imagination, those black pants, sitting so low he can see your thong peeking out.
“Yeah uh, thought I’d come and get ready.”
You watch him fidget a little, looking oddly tense. He’s had so many tattoos before. Why is he nervous?
You approach him, your hand gliding up his muscular forearm.
“Well, I’m ready when you are,” you hum in his ear, stepping to the table.
And he follows you, watching the way that leather belt grips at your hips, trailing his eyes over the art that snakes up your back.
You sit him down and get everything prepped as he starts to unbutton his shirt.
“May as well take it off,” you murmur, focusing on your equipment.
“Mm, sure,” he nods, stripping the material over his head with a flick of his black locks.
You turn in time to see his stomach flexing as he twists, tossing his shirt over the chair.
You have to admit, he is by far your most gorgeous client. Despite seeing his body numerous times, your heart never fails to race when you see him like this.
Lowering the chair for your ease, you press a cotton pad sodden with rubbing alcohol over his skin, making him draw in his breath. Then you secure the stencil, ensuring it’s transferred, checking he’s happy.
Then you pick up the tattoo gun.
The only ink you’ll need today is black.
“You ready?” you grip the filled tattoo gun between your ringed fingers, watching him nod, his little smile growing as you get closer.
He swears you’re the best tattoo artist in the city. Your looks have nothing to do with your pure, refined talent. But, he’s afraid that his ink addiction has only been fueled by you.
He just needs to keep coming back, to feel you, to have your hands on him, your body close to his.
And now, as you’re leaning over, about to place the first needle prick to his skin, he’s getting exactly what he wants.
Your cleavage is bare for him, full tits barely contained by your tiny vest, necklaces trailing down, enticing his gaze further.
He watches you lower your body over his, one hand splayed over his chest, the other applying the ink.
“Mm–” he lets out a little groan from your first contact, eyelids fluttering.
“Suguru, haven’t got weak on me now, have you?” you giggle, trying your best to focus on the job at hand.
He just snickers, watching you intently.
He lets out sighs and grunts now and then, some of the sounds getting borderline pornographic when you trace the needle around his nipples.
“Little sensitive here, Sugu?” you hum with a pleased smile, earning a huff from the man.
“S– s’just that– I’ve never– had a tattoo there before,” he hisses between the stabbing motions.
You let out a little laugh, making it no secret that you enjoy tormenting him, eventually finishing the expansive outline.
“That’s enough for today, ok?” You tell him, starting to get the film to wrap up his new art.
“Oh,” he sounds a little too disappointed when you relinquish him from your touch, stepping back to place the gun away.
“I can take a little more…” he utters quietly.
“Hm, sure you don’t just want my hands on you again?”
Your sudden, obvious advances bring a wide smirk to his face.
“And if I do?” He questions, testing the waters.
“All you have to do is ask, Suguru,” you reply, the hum of his name making his stomach flip.
“Mm–” he clears his throat, sitting up on the chair fully, reaching out a hand as you remove your gloves.
“Well, come here then.”
You feel his fingers close around your wrist as he tugs you closer, bringing your body between his legs.
The heat curls through your stomach now, watching the way his pretty, almond shaped eyes find your icy stare.
But his hands snake up your back, slipping under the thin material, and you melt into his touch.
You’re rarely the first to lean in for a kiss, but today, you suppose that trend can be bucked.
You find yourself drawn in, then he forcefully grips your body and presses your chest up against his, your lips colliding with heat.
He pulls you up onto the chair now, watching you strip your top, making him lose all his cool and press needy kisses over your bare chest.
You’re totally embarrassed by the whimpers that escape your throat, feeling the way he sucks so harshly at your pierced nipples, leaving little marks over your inked skin.
Your belt is being tugged at, pants being forced open as he gets frustrated with the material.
You stand, quickly ridding them, exposing the skimpiest thong, ensuring to turn and show him the back.
“Get–” he stutters, hands reaching out for you again, “get back up here, right fucking now.”
He grabs at your waist, slipping his fingers down your panties, gliding over that little swollen clit, letting out satisfied hums of your name when he feels your slick.
“S-so fucking pretty,” he lets out a breathy whisper, circling you with dexterous fingers.
And he gets you cumming in the palm of his hand so easily.
“Yes, let go, fuck–” he watches you come undone, his voice getting low and raspy, and endlessly seductive.
“Let me taste you,” he moans into your mouth, hanging wide from your long orgasm, “please.”
So polite, you think, nodding instantly as his hands pin you to the chair.
He kneels, pulling a hairband from his wrist, elegant hands securing his locks in a neat topknot.
So pretty, you think, watching him spread your thighs and give you long, slow licks through your heat.
“Soaked,” he tongues your entrance now, his body moving on instinct as he starts to swallow you up.
“Fuck!! S-Suguru!!”
You’re feeling less shame now, with the way he’s eating you so fervently, dipping his head, swirling his tongue, keenly following every buck of your hips.
“Why’d you have to wear that little top today, hm?”
You let out a whimper, feeling him speed up his motions.
“F– f’ you—” you stammer, nails digging into the leather seat.
“Hm,” he smiles now, midnight eyes giving you a teasing look, “you shouldn’t have.”
“Th– thought you’d l-like it, Sugu–”
“Mm, well,” he builds you up now, between his sensual murmurs, “that’s where ‘m havin’ some trouble.”
He sucks at your clit, suddenly pushing you over the edge, head spinning as your thighs twitch in his big hands.
He lets you have your fun, encouraging you to ride his face through your giddy high, then brings you down with tender kisses.
“That top–” his eyes find the material discarded on the floor, “‘f I see you wearing it again, you’ll be getting much more than a tongue fucking.”
You quiver and shake at his words as he delivers a few final licks with the flat of his tongue, proceeding to kiss your legs and replace your panties.
You lay back on the chair, feeling overwhelmed with the pleasure he just gave you, watching him pick up his shirt, hiding his figure once again.
“See you for my next appointment, yeah?” He coos, sounding as cool as ever, placing a kiss on your lips.
You nod, still in a slight daze as he starts to saunter off.
“Sugu, you know you’re my favourite customer, right?”
“Yeah, I know.”
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#jujutsu kaisen#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen smut#jjk smut#female reader#geto suguru#getou suguru x reader#jjk suguru#geto#geto x reader#18+ content#geto suguru smut#geto smut
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No Nut November - Steven
A/n: I had no motivation to write this but I'm happy it's finally done and I can add to this short series that people seem to be enjoying, oddly enough I don't expect this one to get the same love as the others just because it's Steven BUT I LOVE POPCORN
Warnings: Smut, oral sex, Steven being sad, reader admits to getting off on Steven in the middle of the night, if you think I missed something let me know otherwise enjoy :3
Intro
No nut November was a stupid idea, he never should’ve brought it up. The month hadn’t even started yet and he was pissed.
He left the studio with a headache just thinking about what would happen when he eventually lost. Even after moving in with you he’s woken up multiple times with stains on his underwear, all while you were sound asleep beside him.
He blasted the radio on his way home. Once he got to your shared apartment he couldn’t bring himself to get out and just sat there listening to Aerosmith’s “Crazy”, and a whole lot of their other sad songs. How did the radio know what he needed? And why was it all one of his favourite bands? He didn’t know, but he took it as a sign anyway and sat in his self-pity.
Eventually you came out and knocked on his window. He rolled it down and looked up at you with sad eyes and pouty lips.
“Did something happen?” You asked, reaching out for him and holding his face in your hand. He shook his head. “Then why are you sad?” He took a deep breath and rolled the window up, turned the car off and got out.
“Let’s just go inside.” He mumbled, an arm going over your shoulder as he walked you back inside.
Steven went straight for the couch and turned the TV on to distract himself. You went to the kitchen and got dinner, the dinner you made before he got home. It was a little cold but edible nonetheless.
“You wanna talk about it?” You asked as you sat beside him. Steven poked at his food and slumped back on the couch.
“The guys and I have a bet going to see who can go a whole month without-” He stopped abruptly, not wanting to say it in front of your home cooked chicken.
“Without..?” You repeated softly, wanting him to finish what he was saying, though you had a pretty good idea on what he meant. “We can’t do anything for a month?” You finally asked, the drummer solemnly shook his head.
“It sucks ‘cause I know I’m gonna lose, I mean, I can’t even count the amount of wet dreams I get from just sleeping beside you.” You froze for a second. Steven must have seen that because he groaned. “Shit, sorry, I guess you didn’t know.”
“Guess I’ll have to stop doing that...” You muttered under your breath.
“You’ll stop doing what?” He looked at you with a smile, wanting to hear this dirty little secret you’ve been keeping from him.
“Well, it’s just,” you started, cheeks starting to heat up, “sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and-and you just look so pretty beside me...” You trail off, now it’s your turn to poke your food.
“Do you fuck me in my sleep?” He asked, sounding more proud than anything. You drop your fork with a huff.
“I don’t do that, I just- I may or may not...” You trail off again, poking your food once more.
“Do you get off on me in the middle of the night?” Steven asked with a big smile and bright eyes. You huffed again and that was all the confirmation he needed. “Oh, sweetheart, you could’ve just woken me up, I would’ve loved to help you out!”
“I know, but I don’t want to wake you up for something that simple when I know you won’t wake up if I just do it.” I look up at him with a small pout that quickly fades to a grin. “You sleep like a dead log, by the way.” You added with a chuckle. Steven scoffed and threw a cooked cut of carrot at you.
After that conversation Steven had more hope in this bet. Then he heard that Duff was out and he thought it would be even easier! The cherry on top was Axl getting out before him, oh he was teasing the ginger about it the rest of the day. Axl almost killed him for it, but he had no regrets.
He came home to you, hoping to tell you about it because he was so proud of himself for lasting longer than Axl, the man who started it. Kind of, it was mostly the drummer's fault for bringing up NNN in the first place. However, when he got home he found you already asleep on the couch.
Steven thought you were adorable, all curled up in your blankets with the TV on. God, he loved you so much.
He picked you up and carried you to bed, helping you out of your jeans and into something a little comfier before crawling into bed with you and falling asleep with his head on your chest, his favourite sleeping position.
“Stevie.” You whispered in his ear. “Come on, Stevie.” You gave him a little shake, trying to wake him up. When he didn’t stir you moved to sit on his lap, hovering over his limp dick with your hands planted on his fluffy chest. “Stevie~” You purred. “Stevie I need you~” You leaned forward and started kissing his neck, nipping at the sensitive skin and biting his earlobe.
Finally the man began to wake up. “What are you- Oh~” He hummed when he put two and two together. “Couldn’t wait till morning?” You shook your head and rolled over beside him.
“I know you can’t do anything but...” You trailed off, tracing shapes on his bare chest.
“But..?” He prompted. You looked up at him with pleading eyes and a pout you know he just can’t say no to.
“Please..?”
“Please what?” His hand trailed up your arm and down your side before landing on your waist, giving it soft squeezes.
“What if you just fingered me or something?” You asked, thinking of other alternatives. Steven thought about it for a moment before crawling over you, slowly lowering himself further down the bed.
“I’ve got a better idea.” He mused as he tugged on the waistband of your shorts. His shorts, really, he got you into them because he thought they’d be more comfortable while you slept.
He pulled them off of you, as well as your underwear, and stayed like that for a moment just admiring your slick folds before delving into them. His tongue worked wonders on your sensitive parts, dipping into your cunt and circling your clit, sucking on the nub and making you go cross eyed with moans spilling out of you like a second language.
You had barely noticed that Steven had started grinding himself against the bed. His only thought was pleasuring you, though usually when he ate you out he’d do this, it was instinctual to get himself off on getting you off. He couldn’t help it, his drooling cock was bright red and ready to burst the same way you were, the knot in your gut quickly coming undone.
You screamed out his name, your hands pulling his hair as your thighs clamped down on his head. You often did that and he never complained once, rather loving the feeling of being locked to you.
You felt him moaning around you and when you looked down you could see he was twitching, he looked ready to cry.
“Oh, baby, what’s wrong?” You cooed, leaning forward a bit to get a better look at him. Steven got up and looked down to see a huge wet spot on his sweats, right where his cock was bulging through.
“I-I didn’t mean to-” He sputtered, clearly not over his high. You weren’t nearly as pent up as he’d been, getting yourself off whenever the need came about, the only difference was that Steven wasn’t the one getting you off. You hadn’t thought about how pent up he must’ve been, hell he probably didn’t put too much thought into it either.
“Well,” you started, still staring at his crotch, “if you’re out now there’s nothing keeping us from continuing... right?” You asked, looking up at him.
“Yeah, but...” Steven trailed off.
“But..?”
“I’m tired.” He said and crawled back to the top of the bed so he could lay down. “Can you top?” He asked with a big grin. You returned the expression and happily climbed on top of him.
#guns n roses#guns n roses fanfic#guns n roses x reader#guns n roses smut#steven adler x reader#steven adler fluff#steven adler gnr#gnr#steven adler
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Of the many, many plates of pancakes* that were offered to the listener in magp 1-07, this one may be my favourite
[ID: A screenshot of an unofficial transcript to The Magnus Protocol. CELIA is saying "Yeah. I mean, it's an old system, but it could have been worse. It's not like we're wrestling with tape recorders and manila folders." /end ID]
When we meet TMA-Celia for the second time, she's lost her name. She was Lynne Hammond, and now she's not. She doesn't seem to remember Martin, either, but it's not clear how much of herself and her life from before the change she does remember. She's freaked out by the tape recorders that start showing up, and there's no indication that she associates them with the Institute specifically.
If Celia Ripley is, as we are clearly intended to believe or consider, the same Celia as in TMA, why is she making knowing comments about manila folders and tape recorders? Tape recorders in particular are hardly standard equipment at what seems to be mostly a text data-entry and cataloguing job. She could have said typewriters, or carbon paper. Fax machines, if we're dunking on Freddy specifically.
She says "tape recorders and manila folders." Celia Ripley is referencing The Magnus Institute, particularly the outdated technologies in use in the Archives.
Maybe she learned more from Melanie about what the recorders were and did at the Institute, sometime after MAG 190. Maybe she has those specific memories of giving her statement in MAG 100, and little else. Maybe Martin grew an apocalypse beard and she remembers everything, but just didn't recognise him out of context and in a tunnel and during A Pretty Weird Time Overall.
Maybe she stuck around with Melanie-Georgie-Basira for a while after things returned, and that's how she learned about the particular significance of tape recorders.
Maybe she found some tapes and listened to a couple hundred of them.
Or maybe she's simply an AU Celia, with a knack for oddly specific and kind of clunky comparisons, drawn into this through the powers of metafiction and string theory.
Or maybe someone filled her with spiders and sent her to finish the job of spreading Fear to this particular world.
And the reason this particular plate of textual pancakes** (short stack, butter and nightmare syrup) is one of my favourites from "Give and Take" is because I genuinely have no idea! None of these are theories because there isn't enough evidence to point me in any particular direction. It's a mystery!, Jon voice, etcetera.
If you cornered me and paid me to have an opinion about it I could say which options I thought were more likely, I guess. But the odds are high that I'd be wrong, and I think the boat for me getting paid to interpret texts probably sailed fifteen years ago, besides. I'm in this for the love of the game.***
November is the true spooky season in the northern hemisphere.**** Yeah, October ends with Halloween, but you know what month starts with Halloween? Mmhmm. By November of 2019 TMA had been on my list for a few years, and someone I was getting to know and really liked recommended it to me specifically in the days after 159 aired. The conditions were correct for me to get into something new, is what I'm saying. I still remember listening to "Anglerfish" for the first time, walking home from my office job in the blustery November dark. I got home starry-eyed and red-cheeked and thrilled by the story I'd just heard.
It took a couple of months for me to catch up, and though I loved having so much to listen to there were times when I wished I'd started earlier, to have the experience of seeing things unfold.
And now we're back at a beginning, and get to experience the horrible joys of finding out.
[ID: A screenshot of an unofficial transcript to The Magnus Protocol. LENA is saying "Of a sort. I hope you're as ready for it as you think you are. Consider yourself "in." /end ID]
*Sabrina pancake meme
** the best kind, especially if it's a contest between textual and fluffy pancakes. Keep those spongy bastards away from me, I'll take the kind with a typeface instead
***Being a huge nerd
**** For more of my opinions on November, see https://www.tumblr.com/almostmolly/188799234276
#tmagp#tma#the magnus protocol#celia ripley#celia tmagp#lynne hammond#tmagp meta#loosely. this is neither litcrit not analysis nor speculation in the sense that i don't subscribe to any of the possible paths as true#and also realise there could be a dozen other things i haven't talked about here#i know I've said spiders celia twice but I'm kind of like a person who makes red string boards for the aesthetics#it's part of the decor y'know?#sorry for the link to my tumblr poetry blog but also: I'm not bad at it so. not that sorry#pancakes (derogatory)
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May I ask for a 2BDamned x reader? But the reader is like the opposite of him: very bubbly, positive, and overall someone that no one would expect to be with someone like 2B.
Please?
2BDamned with a reader who’s the opposite of him
Hey there thanks for the ask!
Honestly I love 2BDamned so much he’s one of my favourites besides Deimos glad I’m writing for him as my first Fic back from requests being closed. Anyways, hope you enjoy this. ~J/Blaze
Pronouns: Not Mentioned
Warning: ❌
Requested: Yes/No
Characters: 2BDamned + Main Trio (Hank + Sanford + Deimos)
Proofread: ❌
Credits: Art by neonmckillme on DeviantArt + Banner by Saturnap on Pinterest
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- Honestly when you and 2BDamned first met he honestly didn’t know what to make of you. He’s pretty much used to seeing violence from Nevada as well as aggression so when he sees you as a person who is all cheerful and positive he can’t help but be slightly suspicious of you at first. He was constantly thinking that you may or may not have any motive in your kindness but somehow and eventually after a while you somehow convinced him that you don’t mean any harm and he believed you.
- Ever since then the two of you have pretty much been attached to each other, whenever he needs help your one of the first people he asks because he trusts you plus he really likes having you around him even if he doesn’t openly say it out loud he tries his best to return the favours in his own way. Even if it’s something as simple as helping you like something or hanging out with you without being bothered by anything or anyone he’ll do it. Oddly enough for him he finds your personality very soothing despite the two of you being complete opposites.
- Due to this it’s no wonder that he started to get attached to you. He found himself thinking about you a lot. From things ranging something as innocent from the two of you chatting to each other to more romantic things. At first he wasn’t sure how to deal with this. He really appreciated you as a friend but thinking of you and him as more than friends he started to feel things. Obviously he did try his best to make you think everything was alright because he didn’t ruin anything between you two and even though that deep down you wouldn’t judge him even if you were to reject him but still he couldn’t help it. But eventually you managed to get that confession out of him and luckily for him you accepted them to which he was really happy.
- Even before the two of you got together people were really surprised that the two of you, mostly the main trio. They were confused on how the hell did 2BDamnded of all people manage to become friends and eventually later on date you. They weren’t going to complain, obviously they were very happy that he had met you and welcomed you in. Just be prepared to receive some teasing from either Deimos or Sanford (Mostly Deimos probably), Hank would leave the two of you alone and let you two do your own thing. He was just glad (in his own way) that 2BDamned found someone he really appreciates.
- With the two of you being together regardless if you and him were dating or just friends he’s definitely protective over you. He just doesn’t want to make sure that people take your bubbly personality for granted because he knows that some of them will do it and if he does find out someone has he’ll make sure they learn a thing or two. He might result to violence but regardless the person will not bother you again.
- He likes to smile, just seeing your lips curve into one immediately makes him happy especially if he was in a bad mood before. He would do anything to put a smile on your face even more if you're upset with yourself. He doesn’t like it when you're upset so he would do anything to make you happy. Even if it means embarrassing himself for you, if it gets you to smile he would be willing to take the risk.
- Overall, despite the place you're in, 2BDamned is top boyfriend/friendship material and you can’t convince me otherwise.
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I need more Adam Warlock fluff in my life but I don’t have any ideas for anything specific…
Don’t worry, I got you 😉 (I’m sorry if this comes out shit.)
‘Adam, you can’t seriously still be upset?’
‘If that’s the word to use when describing this currently feeling I have in my chest, then yes, I am in fact upset.’ Adam said from his place in the corner of the room, his broad back facing towards you; why’d he choose to beset himself in the corner like a child in timeout was beyond your comprehension.
You sighed, Adam has been proving himself difficult recently but it’s not because of grander reasonings that may alter the relationship between you both, but because you happen to have eaten his last chocolate chip cookie he’d been saving for a very special occasion, but now he couldn’t because you ate it! You might as well have tore out his heart from his chest and eaten that too with how adamant the golden male was in showing you how he felt in regards of recent events.
‘I said I was sorry.’
Not a response was heard outside the indignant huff from his lips, followed by a overdramatic and slow motion of Adam crossing his arms over his chest. ‘No, no, don’t.’ You warned.
‘It’s too late.’ Adam replies as his arms began to cross over one another.
‘Come on Adam don’t.’ The male says nothing.
‘Adam, I’m serious, stop acting like an overgrown child.’ You made a face at the oddly accurate description. However With his arms firmly crossed over his chest -and probably pouting too- you knew Adam was beyond reasoning with, after all he was stubborn as a mule and as hardheaded as they come; so much so that it left you being the one to compromise by meeting him halfway.
‘I can bake you some.’ You saw his head perk up like that of an excitable dog hearing their favourite word, but once Adam noticed you looking at him, he quickly looked away and at the wall in front of him again, although taking secrete glances now and then, which didn’t fail to make you smile; Adam was such an adorable goof that it’s been proven hard to be displeased with him but it hurt none the less that he was currently displeased with you.
‘What would you want me to do to make it up to you, golden boy?’ You asked softly, not wanting to make any sudden moves without Adam’s approval. He kept silent for a bit but he kept fidgeting in place as though he had a lot that he wanted to say but couldn’t find the right words to them or was too embarrassed to say what was on his mind; once he found his voice, however the words he spoke in existence came out as a murmur and was too quiet for you to hear clearly enough.
‘What was that?’ You asked. ‘I said if you could…cuddle me.’ Adam said a little louder this time but still refused to look at you, possibly out of embarrassment of his request; A smile broke across your face as you were quick to open up your arms for him from your spot on the sofa, ‘get over here you doofus before I come and tickle you.’ Adam made a face as he looked at you from over his shoulder, ‘but I’m not ticklish.’ He says before getting up to join you, burying his head into your neck as his arms cling to you in a vice like grip.
‘That’s what everyone says before they’re tickle tortured.’ You replied, wiggling the fingers on one of your hands that sat at the back of his neck, causing him to attempt in avoiding your fingers but only proving to make zero progress as he only presses more of himself into you. ‘Stop.’ He whined but you weren’t so yielding, just because he accepted your cuddles didn’t mean Adam’s entirely forgiving of you of your past transgressions. ‘Am I forgiven?’ You asked as you then wiggled the fingers of your other hand against his side, making his reaction worse and a laugh left his lips.
‘Yes, yes your forgiven, now please stop torturing me.’ Adam cries and with that you ceased your tickling and instead tightened your hold on your golden boy, despite knowing he could easily break free from your grasp, but you were confident that he wouldn’t considering the way his body relaxed against you and the content look upon his face as a content smile stretched across his face; a whisper of thanks upon his lips.
#adam warlock x reader#adam warlock imagine#adam warlock x y/n#adam warlock x you#adam warlock fluff#adam warlock imagines#adam warlock fic
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MILGRAM Best Song Tournament, Round 1, Match 4 HALF vs. MAGIC
Propaganda for both options under the cut!
Propaganda for HALF:
kazui may just be an old gay man but HE CAN SING.
its. literally stunning.
like aside from his character and everything else, half is just really really beautifully written
THE INSTRUMENTALS.
HIS V O I C E??? its so pretty
heartbreaking lyrics. i dont love kazui as a character but i have bawled to half
GAY RIGHTS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Love amane but she will undoubtedly win when her purge march poll rolls around, so lets let the old man have a win shall we?
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half propaganda let's goooo sorry i'm sobern't in true kazui style so this probably won't make a bit of sense
theatre kid man. i love him, incredible mv.
this song is pure ASMR to me
visually aligned with Cat and it's so lovely to see that continuity
the GRAINY MOVIE DOTS THING ON THE MV <3
kazui is so dramatic. i love him i love him
dapper gentleman. such clothes
the key change is so well done
AND THE . THE PART WITH THE. THE ENDING SORT OF LYRICS OVERLAID WITH SPEAKING. and then his quieter singing and, and, and o h my god. im sorry. im not very coherent abt this rn
every part of the song is amazing but once it gets to the key change and after it keeps stepping up the amount of being perfect
kazui is in it
um
kazui is in it
go my psionic warriors vote for everyone's favourite failhusband
no children were tortured in the making of this MV (cough looking at You magic)
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Allow me to present my Half propaganda!
- The slower tempo adds a very relaxing feeling to the song. Kinda ironic, but I like it! It sort of reminds of old indie songs from 2012 (especially with what I think is whistling added in the instrumental in-between chorus and verses.)
- Kazui’s voice. Enough said.
- It’s very easy to listen to, and I find it’s one of the only songs from Milgram that I like to listen to out of context (besides After Pain, Backdraft, and Purge March, oddly enough.)
- The MV is rife with imagery, and is used to beautiful effect. It really makes you feel for Kazui and his situation.
- The scene with him and Hinako before the key change… that makes me so emo.
- The overlapping part at the end… the lyrics combined with the dialogue in the background makes me really sad in a way I can’t explain.
Propaganda for MAGIC:
MAGIC MY BELOVED MAGIC!!! Its one of the best MVs in the entire series, even including T2. Magic is visually stunning and has some fantastic art direction but also is very clever in how it conveys its themes and ideas. Magic doesn't really hide anything from you, not really. It's all symbolic but it Tells You Things. It shows you the abuse, it shows you the cat. There's a fun little relationship going on here where, In Magic. Amane's pain and suffering isn't taken seriously by the people around her and the Audience we are discouraged to take it at face value due to the fictionalized nature of Magic. It's so cool. I'm so fond of the song as well, it's one of the best in the series purely cause of the Layers in it. The implications of this Inability to be good is seeped into Magic. Amane knows this isn't reality, Magic knows it's a show, she watches it at the end. And it's so Sad to me that even in her fictionalized happy world she Cannot be a good girl. It's a standard completely out of reach for her and that idea is just conveyed so well visually.
Im not even talking about the goddamn cat yet- the cat symbolism goes Deep. That cat is HER it has the same wounds Amane has in Purge March. I- I cant talk about the intertextuality of Purge March and Magic here this is Magic propaganda only- I- there's so much good stuff to Magic. I Re watched it over and over again. It has some the Best Writing and Visual Communication in Milgram and I will Die on this Hill.
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shoutout to magic for having pretty props AND being vague as fuck about the crime! diversity win!
seriously though amane looks SO cute in it! the mv has such a pretty and colorful style and even with that it's able to show the horrors of what amane went through.
adding onto my last point. that scene where the cat is hyperventilating and you see the camera shaking???? that scene where the mascots find amane helping the cat and they're all standing over her? CHILLS. im repeating myself but the fact that they were able to portray the awful things amane went through in a genuinely emotional way while still keeping the cute cartoon look is soo impressive
there are SO many layers to itill the entire cartoony style making it look like a tv show… utilizing the cartoony effects and bright colors to show amane downplaying her own pain… the transformation after she gets punished barely changing anything to show just how manipulated she was from the start… ueueueue
ALSO ALSO ALSO THE SCENE AT THE END WITH AMANE STARING AT THE SCENE? OHHH ITS SO GOOD it adds such a feeling of dread and reminds you on top of this whole thing that all of this is truly horrifying! something is going on here!
this song is so catchy it gets stuck in my head CONSTANTLY
"Dear wise one, Am I worthy? Is it ok to spoil myself?" AMANE... UEUEUUEUE
the little ding sound effects in the instrumental?????
amanes voice is ADORABLE
THE INSTRUMENTAL IN THAT PART WHERE SHES HELPING THE CAT HAS THAT GODLY TYPE SOUND YOUD TYPICALLY ASSOCIATE WITH CHURCHES AND STUFF AND I DONT KNOW HOW TO EXPLAIN IT PROPERLY BUT JUST RELISTEN TO IT AND YOU WILL KNOW WHAT I MEAN. ITS SUCH A NEAT DETAIL
i could go on about this mv for days but i am not a theorist unfortunately. just. magic sweep
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Hello 🤗 just came back from reading your poly hyunlix and I LOVED it. If you're up to requests, could do a poly Minsung one? Because God knows those two are my weakness
a/n~ oh my god hi!! it still surprises me that people see my writing, even if i do post it, on a public site, on the internet. but thank you so much for requesting! i was literally just talking about minsung to friend so challenge accepted!
also I'm so sorry this was overdue, the rona finally caught up with me :)
❁ when peter met rhino~ dating minsung
*siri play be mine by junji*
~sfw~
🍃minho thought love was simple, fall for one person and you are set for the rest of your life, what a clown.
🍃as soon as he realised he had it in him to pull the two people he was crushing on, he knew he was going to choose both of you.
🍃now jisung will mention it day in and day out how minho gives him butterflies and how oddly enough he likes the feeling. but don't worry, it's just his way of teasing. which is pretty obvious considering you're the one making his heart skip a beat daily.
🍃date nights are rare but when they do happen it's swoon worthy. both your boyfriends live for privacy which results in fast food on fancy plates, wine and heartfelt conversations.
🍃minho is a serial blusher, remind him to wear a coat and he turns to mush.
🍃loving the two of you actually brings minho to tears because it's the only way he can express himself. sometimes he just gets so overwhelmed with the care he receives from both of you.
🍃you basically live in the practice room, what started as you dropping something off for a forgetful jisung resulted in you staying to watch your boyfriends practice. they lied and told the company it was a once off, it wasn't.
🍃also the way you guys compliment each other is sickening, you don't even have to do anything and they will claim you're a regular genius.
🍃you want to see some heartflipping shit? just picture the random pda they bombard you with. the most outrageous being when minho will loosely link his fingers with yours.
🍃 jisung is a funny guy, but he really goes out of his way to appear as the best, funniest, boyfriend ever. his love language is having a damn good time.
🍃 no one would guess that you are all in a relationship, they just think its a disgustingly cheesy friendship triangle.
🍃now while some people claim that they will be in a relationship with "the one" for the rest of your life, the three of your are just vibing. though jisung worries about this he will never mention it. not wanting to jinx your love.
🍃even if that's the case jisung still has a phobia of either one of you leaving. there's no way in hell that's happening .
🍃jisung is the most annoying guy ever and he knows it. his overuse of pet names is purely because he is begging for one of you to blush or scowl at him, he will take both.
🍃small pranks are inevitable so while this is the most serious relationship ever, you also like to torment each other out of love.
🍃minho could easily spend over an hour smugly saying that he is charming enough to date two people at once, but he opts for sneaking his simping into the songs he cowrites.
🍃but since it's minho we're talking about your tribute may come in the form of drive 2.0.
🍃when you decide to take your dates outside you do less dating and more staring at minho, who smirks into his cup of coffee trying to hide how flustered he is.
🍃 minho is the type to playfully scold the two of you for being all over him but that's literally just him saying that he wants more pda.
🍃even if you are living a dream 24/7, your favourite moments have to be when you're on the living room floor stretched out and talking while soonie, doongie and dori take their little cat naps besides you.
~nsfw~
🍃it's kind of scary how minho can seem so indifferent and not mention sex, hell he seems innocent until he gets that glint in his eyes. you better run (to your bed).
🍃jisung is so whipped for dom minho even if minho. he may be wholesome but he will beg for one of you to fuck him good.
🍃 your little hannie is oh so giving, he will play the part of whatever you want, his kink is literally trying out every kink.
🍃minho will only sub if he is exhausted or feeling sentimental. feel free to be rough with him but he lives for the validation that you care for him when he is feeling the most vulnerable.
🍃they are sugar and spice until sugar decides he wants in on the fun that spice is having.
🍃jisung may be a soft giving guy but he has it in him to absolutely wreck you. he will always make sure there are no hard feelings and that all of this is in good fun.
🍃but with minho whispering in his ear, telling him all the ways you deserve to be punished jisung can't help himself.
🍃the marks left behind are sore to the touch but the drastic shift between jisung's harsh words to soft kisses and even softer words is enough to give you whiplash.
🍃both of them have different versions of a corruption kink.
🍃minho wants to break you down in the neediest of ways, he wants to take away all of your innocence and self-control. on the other hand jisung will innocently taunt you, encouraging you to lose your innocent cover. he knows just how needy and sinful you are and is too willing to push all of your buttons.
🍃jisung's tongue is superior, not much can match the sensation of him going down on you or when you decide to wreck his mouth. give it your all, his gag reflex is so good.
🍃basically he has a major oral fixation, he just wants something in his mouth, he doesn't care if it's your fingers or minho.
🍃all of you have such intense sex drives, it isn't as gentle as you would think, you really just lust after each other.
🍃though you would have your gentle moments the majority of the time is spent trying out each one of your kinks.
🍃it's literally so wholesome though, the amount of attention you receive from each other and the lack of judgement is so nice. no matter how dirty your fantasies are your boyfriends will try to meet you half way.
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PART II - [previous part]
Summary: Reader is Aemond’s best friend and different from most of his family, she’s always by his side. Past, present and future.
Warning(s): death, violence, language. usual hotd content (if you find something trigerring, please let me know). There's a hint of Jacerys x reader.
A/N: This is nine years after the first part. For the sake of the story, Jacerys is 18 and please, let's pretend the Red Keep has a much richer garden, thanks.
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There was something so oddly peaceful about the garden despised whatever chaos was happening inside the bold stone walls of the Targaryen castle. All worries and headaches seemed to fade as soon as a foot was stepped on the open space. Which undoubtedly had become your favourite place, the vast library coming closely in the second spot.
It was another sunny day in King’s Landing and neither you nor princess Helaena could stand being another second in her chambers so it was why you ended up sitting on the soft green grass of the royal garden, reading her a book as she embroidered a beautiful blue butterfly on the fabric, glancing now and then at her children playing with wooden dragons. The only good thing she gained from the marriage with her unfaithful brother.
“She will urns bright wild before blooming free” She mumbled and you furrowed your brows, turning to face her only to be met with the princess extending the embroidery to you.
The princess would often and randomly murmur unusual things and you’ve grown used to it after all those years along with her. Those things have often proved to be true but you would never dare to suggest to anyone that she had the gift of visions. It has been already hard enough to attract suitors being the way you were, it seemed, you wouldn't risk getting on the bad side of the Queen.
You smiled, tracing the contour of its wings as your heart raced. There were many nights in which you’d sit in this same place, under the large tree, wishing you could be free like a butterfly, to have your wings so you could fly to wherever you desired and whenever you wished but you were simply trapped like a caterpillar in a cocoon. A fancy and wealthy cocoon but a cocoon nonetheless.
“It is beautiful, Hela. Would you mind gifting me with one?” You looked at her when she placed a hand on your forearm, a girlish smile adorning her lips and you furrowed your brows before following her gaze to the other side of the garden.
Underneath the shadow of another red-leave tree and dressed in pitch black, Aemond’s slim figure stood quietly watching the both of you, far away for anyone to notice the slight tilt of his lips upward as his chest relaxed from the earlier meeting with the Council as it would usually happen whenever he caught even the smallest glimpse of you.
“Dear sister, would you mind if I stole Lady Y/N for a walk?” He nodded his head as approached the two of you, his eye focused on you as he waited for an answer despise not needing one.
The elder princess may be an innocent soul but she wasn’t blind to the soft gaze of her younger brother towards you and how he would make questions about your persona whenever he visited her. What she has been reading? Does she miss her home? Has she mentioned any lord?
Aemond offered you a hand and pulled you up, walking by your side in silence as neither of you felt the need to talk, finding comfort merely in the presence of the other. At the sign of the hedge maze, Aemond linked your arm with his, a subtle smile making its way to his lips as he saw your tinted cheeks. Watch you blush never ceased to bring him joy and forget, for a moment, what a disaster had happened to his face though it had been years since the prince stopped drowning himself in self-pity. He who rode the largest dragon, an intelligent and strong man, one of the best swordsmen in all of Westeros wouldn’t act like a sorry fool. At least, not when he could make you flustered.
“I saw something today that reminded me of you” He studied your face, brushing a rebel strand of hair away from your eye before he stopped, reaching inside the pocket of his jacket to take the chamois leather bag “Now close your eyes and turn around.”
You gave him a suspicious look, only turning around as he arched a brow, urging you to do as told.
His hand carefully pushed your hair away from your back. The brush of his fingers against the nape of your neck sends a chain of shivers down your body and you were sure he noticed the way your body slightly shook, fidging with your fingers before you finally caught sight of what was it that he got for you, gasping.
The necklace was a beautiful work of silver and seven small square emeralds circled like petals by even smaller leaf-shaped diamonds, cold and shining against your skin. The colors of the Hightower house.
“This is...” you blinked, softly touching the jewellery while trying to look down at it, hoping to ignore the insistent gaze of your friend.
“Beautiful” he hums, tracing the chain of rich stones on your neck before he could stop himself, not daring to turn his eye away from your face. Though his word wasn’t directed exclusively to the silver piece
“It is and it is also expensive, Aemond. I can not accept it, maybe Hela or the Queen would like it as well.” Stepping away from him, you tried to reach for the hook behind your neck, knowing it wasn't an argument you could win it him.
“It is for you and only, Y/N” The prince grabs your arm before you can move further away or reach to unhook the gift “It bothers me how sometimes you speak as if you aren’t deserving of the finest things in life. You... You shouldn’t settle for less than your worth.”
"Thank you, A." You smile, placing your hand over his and squeezing it, ignoring the butterflies the touch seemed to awaken in your stomach "Though I must insist, enough with expensive gifts. Those should be reserved for someone more special. Your betrothed."
Aemond could only think that there was no other more special than you in his life and that deep down, he hoped you could be both: his best friend and wife but he should not go saying his heart out without too many thoughts. He was a prince and had duties to honour for his family. Unfortunately, marriage was one of them.
“Hmm." He hummed, playing with the tips of your fingers, the soft skin a loud contrast against his rough ones before he pulled his hand away to hold behind his back, eye looking at you again. "My father will be hosting a dinner for my... dear sister and nephews tonight. Can I save you a seat?"
It had been nine years since Rhaenyra and her children last stepped foot in this castle, a night after the eye of the prince was taken and the gap between the Queen and the Queen-to-be turned into an abyss that could not be mended ever again.
Such a thing was unspoken but you knew that the prince wasn't quite ready to meet the people who took more than a piece of him and your company would at least, keep him more steady. Little did you know your presence could also be the reason to wake the dragon in him.
“I’ll be there, my prince. Right by your side."
The picture of the man’s head cut in half was still fresh in your mind, the dry sound of the body hitting the floor and the iron smell of blood that seemed to overtake the room.
“How did he do that, Aemond? With a single blow?” You whispered, holding the skirt of your dress to keep up with the pace of the prince’s long legs striding across the hallway.
“Valyrian steel is the sharpest and strongest material that our people has ever seen.” He can’t help but smirks as some servants quietly and hurriedly walk past them next to the walls, heading for the throne room to clean the mess that his uncle did. At least, someone in his family wasn't a complete bore.
“I often tend to say that Dark Sister was made for nobler tasks than slaughtering sheep. She has a thirst for blood.” The deep voice came from your side and you jumped, quickly bowing as you spotted the rogue prince leaning against the wall. His gaze fixed on something behind you. Aemond.
A silent threat or perhaps, a warning, for the younger Targaryen standing proudly across from him as both of them knew Aemond and his brother, Aegon, had more than their share calling the three dark-haired princes bastards.
“Prince Daemon.” You offered him a small smile as if he wasn’t the one who killed a man so abruptly an hour earlier but if you needed to be honest with yourself, the act had a romantic undertone for the prince was defending the honour of his wife and family. “Did Carrax come with you?”
An amused smile danced on his lips as he looked back and forth at you and his young nephew standing protective close behind you, chuckling as he shook his head. “Interesting.”
“Excuse me, Your Highness?”
“Nothing. I just thought the pair of you would be married already. I suppose I was wrong.”
Aemond groaned, walking to your other side in an attempt to escort you back to the dining room and you gladly accept.
“That is a beautiful necklace, Y/N” Alicent turned at you as Jacaerys sat down, hoping to calm the tension that seemed hard to dissipate.
“Thank you, my Queen. It was a gift” you smiled, your hand instinctively touching the piece as you could feel your cheeks burning.
Aemond had given you many gifts before but lately, it seems they have been growing expensive and often, you kept the items in your chamber for your eyes only, afraid of what other rumours could begin about your intentions and the nature of your relationship with the prince. The Gods knew you were already having a terrible time finding suitors.
Her eyes left the jewellery to settle on her son sitting by your side, who looked away from her as if the wall had suddenly turned interesting but she quickly decided to drop the subject as she could notice the slightly tinted cheeks on him.
For years, the queen had been expecting the day her once sweet and caring son would walk to her and announce his desire on taking you as his betrothed and despise the union not being one to bring great benefits to the Targaryen name, she would allow it. If the prince wasn’t always ready and prepare to take on his duty and do what was needed for his family, which includes waiting until his mother and grandfather decided to find a beneficial match for him, Alicent would allow him the benefit of marrying by love.
Aemond’s grip tightened around his goblet as his nephew stopped in front of you.
“Would you join me for a dance, my lady?” Jaecarys bowled dramatically extending his hand to you as a boyish smile adorned his lips. Always the charming.
"I would love to, my prince" You couldn't help but giggle as the boy quickly pulled you onto your feet.
If any of you had minded taking a look at Aemond, would have seen how he turned his chair to keep his eye trained on you and noticed his knuckles turning white with a vice grip around the goblet that thankfully wasn't made of glass as the prince imagined it was his nephew's neck perhaps.
It brightened a fire in his veins, boiling him in a way he couldn't understand nor control. The sight of your smiles to his nephew, the way Jacaerys felt like he could have you, even for a dance. Aemond could burn a whole city at just the thought of you with someone else and the entire kingdom if this someone else ended up being a Strong bastard.
"You look beautiful, my lady" Jace smiled, grabbing a hold of your waist as you tripped on your skirt, chuckling as if his words didn't get you so off of guard "Though in my memories you weren't as clumsy as now."
Scoffing playfully, you narrowed your eyes at him before a mischievous smile appeared on your lips and for a moment, it was like time hadn't passed at all and the two of you were still innocent children playing around the Red Keep.
"Well... In my memories, Luke wasn't taller than you as well, my prince." at that, Jace places a hand on his heart, shaking his head as he smiles, his brown eyes staring at you under his lashes.
"However, my height pleases me. The sight is quite good from here." You could feel your cheeks burning like fire as he arched a brow at you, his hand touching your waist as he guided you to move to the other side in a circle, resting it in there a second too long and an eternity for Aemond.
You pull away, turning around at the sound of someone slamming on the table, staring at the silver-haired prince as he stands from his chair, almost making it fall on the floor as his gaze pierces you.
The music ceases and all the heads around the table turn to look apprehensively at the prince.
“A final tribute” He lifts his goblet, his eye moving to both his nephews and you take a deep breath, knowing nothing good would come out of it since the king was gone. “To the health of my nephews. Jace, Luke and Joffrey.”
You can hear the queen quietly calling her son but if he heard her, he simply ignores her. You shake your head at him, silently pleading for it to be stopped as you gaze at him but it is useless.
The following words that echoed in the room were responsible for dissipating the soft and fragile joy rarely shared among the family. The tension comes back thicker than the night when the royal family was parted in two.
“Each of them wise, handsome... Strong.” Aemond smirks stretched like a predator watching its prey and you felt like a fire was about to start as Aegon lifted his drink as well "Let us all drain our cups for these three Strong boys."
You cursed under your breath, trying to grab Jaecarys as he cautiously pulled you behind him before walking to Aemond, his hands bailed into fists.
“I dare you to say that again!" The younger prince didn't back away from his uncle, not caring about how well the sparring he had seen earlier. Aemond had no right to talk about his family in such a way.
Aemond arched a brow, taking a step forward. You tried to take a deep breath, only for the air to get trapped in your chest, remembering of what happened the last time their tempers got the best of themselves.
“Why? Do you not think of yourself strong?” as soon as he finished, the prince's Jaecarys fist found his face and you took a step forward but everything was happening too fast.
The next second, Jace was pushed to the ground as Aemond smiled like he had won a prize. They were ready to throw fists as finally the guards as Daemon stepped in, separating the both before blood could be spilt.
Casting a look at Alicent, you waited until she nodded to walk past the doors, muttering an apologize to Rhaenyra as you passed her. A pregnant woman shouldn't be dealing with all of this drama.
“Why would you do that?!” You demanded as you burst inside his chamber, not bothering to knock “The boys were behaving despise Aegon's insistent provocations towards them. By the Gods, both of you are already men.”
“Watch your tongue, it is your princes you talk about!” He turned at you with his face contorted in anger – a very unusual look on the so-composed Targaryen.
You furrowed your brows, taking a step back. Never did he remind you of his position in the court.
“I apologize, my prince. It was hard to tell because you were behaving like savage children.”
In the blink of an eye, Aemond was in front of you, holding your jaw between his hand with more strength than he has ever touched you. His blue eye was almost black, with not a single sign of the purple flecks, hidden behind his anger.
“Repeat yourself.” his tone was harsh and his words were spelt slowly as if he dared you to do it on his face now.
“Aemond” you whispered, the skin under his digits beginning to ache.
Tears pricked your eyes as your heart hammered against your ribcage, telling yourself that your best friend would never harm you. You tried to take his hand away from your face but his grip was stronger than yours. Hands moving to his wrists, you rested them there in hopes it would make him stop, trying to pull him out of whatever has gotten into him.
The prince wasn't an easy person to read, unless when vulnerable which rarely would happen. Still, you could see the moment when realization fell upon his shoulders and he blinked, softening his grip to simply cup your jaw as his forehead rested on yours and he closed his eyes.
“Don't dance with him again." his eye desperately searched yours for any sign that it was something from his head - the blush, the giggles and your never fading smile to Jaecerys. Those were things meant for him and no one else, even though he couldn't bring himself to admit such a thing to you.
“What?" You blinked the tears away, furrowing your brows as you stared at him.
There was a brief moment of regret when Aemond saw the hurt and fear sculpting your delicate features, his blood seeming to turn into sharp pieces of glasses but it was all washed down by the decade-old anger and jealousy, which he would never admit, of his nephew.
He stepped away as if by lingering near you, the harm would come to him. Vivid in Aemond's mind was the way Jacerys gazed down at you, his imagination running wild with what comments he could have made to have you giggling and blushing, and how you allowed it all to happen without sparing a second thought. Perhaps, that's what you wanted.
“You shall pack your belongings. I heard your honorable Strong boys are leaving soon. Maybe one of them will accept you as their concubine when they grew tired of their wives.” Aemond couldn't bring himself to look at you now, gazing outside his window to the full moon high in the sky as the feeling in his chest didn't cease to grow.
Chewing the inside of your cheek, you wouldn't allow yourself to cry as his words echoed in your mind and his rough touch was still fresh on your skin, shattering your heart to crumble as you stared at his back. It was hard to believe that it was your Aemond. The one with a gentle touch, nice words and unique gifts for you just this morning. Your best friend and the man you... It didn't matter now.
Was that what he thought was your worth? Being a whore to a married man? To be someone's second choice and dirty secret? Someone who would bring shame to your family name?
You had to bite on your tongue to don't add more, to say the words tickling your tongue to be freed and hurt him just as much as he was doing to do. At least, I would be fucked by the future king of Westeros. But you didn't. Despise the events, it wasn't on your wish list to be the next decapitated corpse of the night.
“As you wish, your highness” you made a curtsy, walking out of the room as fast as you came in, carrying a hurricane of emotions swirling mercilessly in your chest.
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Duck Musings: The Tragedy of Magica De Spell
Tragedy and the Disney Ducks go oddly hand in hand, and we have examined this in several characters, Gladstone Gander and Donald Duck specifically. When it comes to the most tragic character though, I may have to put my money on Magica De Spell, and this isn’t just me being a simp, though I’ll admit that is part of it.
The comic that sparked this Duck Musing was this scanlation by lettheladylead of a 2021 comic by Giorgio Cavazzano titled “Magica De Spell: Origins of a Witch”, which is... pretty much what it says on the tin, the origin story of Magica De Spell. In it, we learn about what happened to her parents, why she is interested in the Midas Touch, and even where Ratface came from. It’s... kind of a sad comic.
Magica’s parents were killed in a spell gone wrong when she was just a baby, probably barley hatched, and from some of the artwork, it appears that they were more focused on the spell than on Magica. After, her Aunt and Uncle took her in, but tried to repress her magic, since this is the same magic that took their loved ones from them. Magica left after learning the truth and deciding to finish what her parents began, and never did seem to return to her Aunt and Uncle.
It is worth noting that there is an alternate backstory as to why Magica wants the Midas Touch, in the comic “The Pact of the Moon”, it is revealed that Magica was not originally evil, but she forced to make the Midas Touch spell by, what I’m assuming is the Witch Council. This lead her to becoming greedy and unscrupulous, again, not a very happy backstory. She also laments about her niece Minima, and how she hopes her niece doesn’t follow the path she herself has went down.
All of this ties into the tragic situation of her current life, always after Scrooge’s dime, always outwitted by the old man, always one step closer but two steps behind her ultimate goal. One of my favourite comics is “The Journey is the Reward”, where Magica does steal the dime, but ends up returning it because, she literally does not know what to do when she’s done. It kinda reminds of that scene in Fight Club where Tyler Durden was talking about always calling his Dad and asking him on what he should do next. It adds a lot to the tragedy of having an ultimate goal, when you don’t really know what you’re gonna do once you have completed it.
I’d also be remiss if I didn’t mention Magicstone, the strange pairing of Magica De Spell and Gladstone Gander. I’ve mentioned “A Gal For Gladstone” prior, but the big tragedy of the pairing, I think was best explored by, once again, Sarah Jolley, otherwise known as ModMad, specifically in their comic “Enough Time to Fall”, because they’re right, it never would work. Even if Magica stayed in her disguise, it would have to disappear eventually, and what then? It hurts because, in A Gal for Gladstone, they were both genuinely happy, and her plan failed because she was genuinely concerned about Gladstone’s safety. One true moment of joy, and it had to be snatched from her.
I wrote a piece of fanfiction titled “Stuck Together Duck” in which, Magica De Spell and Donald Duck get stuck together, and bond a little, because when you look at the two of them, they are quite similar. Lost their parents at a presumably young age, raised by extended family (Donald in part by his Uncle, but mostly by his Grandma, and Magica entirely by her aunt and Uncle), niblings they look after (Yes that is the neutral term for niece and nephew), honestly, it feels weird that this pairing isn’t more popular, but I digress. It goes to show that, at the core of the evil sorceress, is something a lot more tragic than one might initially think.
It’s also worth noting that Scrooge, doesn’t seem to hate her. In several comics, they work together to stop a bigger problem, like a comet hurdling towards earth, or another magic user stealing Scrooge’s dime. Scrooge has also helped Magica in situations where she would, or has, lost her magic abilities, and in one comic, it’s shown that the two of them send birthday cars to each other. So maybe Scrooge sees something in Magica, and I don’t mean that in a shipping way, though feel free to take it like that.
Well, I made a Magica post that referenced three of Magica’s ships. I think I’m done for now.
To wrap up, Magica De Spell is easily one of my favourite characters, and really getting a chance to explore this aspect of her character was fun, and also a little heartbreaking. Maybe someday, Magica will get a happy ending to her story, maybe her nieces will find a path to follow that she can be happy for, maybe she and Scrooge will become genuine friends, we can always hope... and write fanfiction. Lots and lots of fanfiction.
#ducktales#magica de spell#uncle scrooge#Gladstone Gander#donald duck#MagicStone#dimeshipping#donald x magica#topolino#Disney#Disney comics#duck musings
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24 and 25 for the history ask?
24: Who do you consider to be one of the most underrated historical figures?
edward vi. henry vii and mary i are rightfully recognised and understood as similarly underrated in comparison to their successors, but they do have their advocates - unlike edward vi. i've encountered a lot of tudor enthusiasts, and nobody ever lists edward as their favourite tudor or favourite historical figure. of course, he died as a child and spent a good half of his reign with limited input into how he ruled, but in his short life he achieved a remarkable amount of change, plenty of which was his own work.
edward's legacy is hugely unfair. he's remembered, for the most part, as a sickly and weak child overpowered by the cruelty of his regents. but this is, in my opinion, a terrible way to view him. he was powerful. he was intelligent. he was raised to rule. he managed to handle his uncle kidnapping him; he helped shape what would have been the future of english protestantism; he began trying to solve the huge amounts of debt that his father and uncle had left him in. the main reason he is not remembered as an efficient king with a powerful and skilled advisor by his side (john dudley may not have been the most consistent person around, but i think his legacy also got fucked over by edward's untimely death) is that he died young. had he lived, he might have fathered an heir, finally secured the tudor succession (a problem which remained essentially unsolved across the entire period), fully established a church of england, reduced the financial problems of henry viii, and perhaps become involved with colonialism across the seas. (not that that's a good thing, but elizabeth i isn't exactly shunned for her involvement in ireland...)
and most of all, edward was human. he was a teenager with his own thoughts and feelings, ranging from his turbulent and tragic relationship with his sister, mary, to his grief over the death of his mother. he was orphaned at the age of nine. two of his uncles were beheaded when he was only eleven and fourteen respectively. he was overcome with sorrow when his friends, the dukes of suffolk, died. he once wrote of mary: 'i love you most.' but at christmas in 1550, they got into a row and made each other cry because they couldn't reconcile their religious beliefs - mary refused to bow to edward's religious changes, and edward was frustrated that mary insisted he was too young to know his own beliefs. he was close friends with lady jane grey, whom he later tried to make his heir. and he was fifteen! he died slowly and painfully, over a period of six months, and he was a teenager who knew that his entire life's work might be undone by his sister. he was stubborn, he was clever, he was deeply religious - all traits for which his sisters and father are well-known, but edward is denied. i want a proper drama focusing on edward's life, and NOT his annoying uncle or elizabeth, stat.
i was going to say something about margaret pole and arthur plantagenet here, but i got sidelined by my love for edward here. arthur was the illegitimate son of edward iv (who, funnily enough, died in the tower of london), and margaret was the daughter of george, duke of clarence, and niece of edward iv. neither of them were particularly important in edward iv or richard iii's reigns, but they later became much more relevant in the tudor era, as relatives of elizabeth of york and then henry viii. under henry viii, arthur was viscount lisle and lord deputy of calais - oddly enough, after his death, his title passed to john dudley, who was his stepson. margaret was mary i's governess, and her family remained staunch supporters of katherine of aragon. despite refusing to accept mary as his heir, henry apparently considered women a legitimate threat to his rule, as he executed margaret in 1541. earlier, he also arrested arthur. arthur was supposed to be released, but he died a few days after being freed, probably from a heart attack. they're the real last plantagenets.
i'll stop there, else this post will end up miles long.
25: Who is the most overrated historical figure, in your opinion?
stalin. elizabeth i. other people who weren't involved in colonialism, probably. oh yes! anne boleyn. we have all heard of anne boleyn, we get it, she was a person who existed. the actual woman anne boleyn seems really interesting, but unfortunately it gets buried under leagues of people more interested in either her romance with henry viii (boring) or people who simply wish to one-up those who aren't interested in her specific area of history. i am genuinely fascinated by henry viii, but i'm exhausted by the constant emphasis on anne boleyn this, elizabeth i that. i'm not interested in them!! i don't care!! but they're everywhere and fans of anne boleyn seem to feel oppressed for caring about an incredibly popular historical figure. not that anne wasn't treated with a lot of cruelty by henry viii and a lot of catholics both at the time and after the fact, but is there any historical figure except maybe her daughter who saturates all things tudor? i doubt it
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I’m absolutely intrigued by the cats aren’t to be trusted title lmao, I’d love to hear more?
Ps I hope you’re having a good day/evening :D
the name actually just comes from one of my favourite lines from the movie i wanted to make an AU of (called the losers, whether or not you’ve heard of it. stupidly cliche action movie based off a dc comic but it’s a guilty pleasure)
ps i hope you are as well :)
and here is a snippet. of the 6k or so words i may or may not already have written:
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And as Graves storms off, the wind starts to bite. Soap grits his teeth. He doesn’t want to accept that Graves might be—is probably—right.
So he doesn’t.
Instead, Soap seeks out the nearest bar for a distraction. He’d drink enough for a dull buzz and a comfortable fog to keep his thoughts until morning. And he should look miserable enough that anyone in their right mind would leave him a wide berth to wallow.
But of course, there are always exceptions to just about any rule. Soap has learned that in his many years of service, and has been exactly that himself just as many times. Now, it is the man that comes to occupy the empty barstool at Soap’s hip that proves to be the night’s outlier.
He orders something that Soap doesn’t quite catch. Upon delivery of two shots, one glass scrapes across the sticky bar top as it’s silently proffered to Soap. “You look lonely.”
Soap’s gaze slides languidly toward the stranger. He looks just as out of place as Soap, if not more with dirty blond hair stark against pale skin littered with faded scars. And not to mention the English accent that tints a low and rumbling voice—it’s something gravelly and harsh, Soap notes, yet he finds himself leaning into the sound.
Though, there’s also something oddly familiar about the man that Soap can’t quite place that keeps him hesitant, somewhere in the back of his mind.
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i request you write the wookiee bunks or zombie Benny fanfiction please
Bunks.
Zombie!Benny weir x fem!reader
— A/N; I’m so sorry I neglected this request for so long when it’s SO plotful!! My main reasoning was I tried to find the website where you can watch bunks in English but I didn’t find it however that will not stop me from writing my oneshot, it’s just who ever has understood the dialogue will know it’s not 100% accurate.
— summary: something horrible happened at your summer camp that somehow turned into something good.
From as far as you got to know about Benny weir before what had yet to happen you could tell he was a confident kind yet charming soul who volunteered on the summer camp job for an extra few bucks and hey no hate in game, you were actually quite happy seeing a friendly face around.
You didn’t have much friends other than Rory, but you did have your occasional encounters with Benny but still not enough that you two would consider each other friends. Just polite greetings.
So, from what you thought was gonna be an awkward and boring summer was ultimately brightened up a bit knowing he came, it surprised you he even got the job in the first place where you were so sure the substitute teacher was so detriment to apply for help there and suddenly he for a sick day.
His loss your gain.
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“Hey! Benny isn’t it? I didn’t think I’d see you here I thought your grandmother said you couldn’t come on the trip?”
Benny nodded having smiled back at you his rather charming smile once he was met with your familiar face. “That was before she knew there was money involved. Said I was applying for a job to help with my future college plans and bam! Benny boy is off the hook.”
“It isn’t entirely a lie tho, nice job.” You replied, “I hope to see you around more often. things are actually starting to look up now that I know your here.” You tilted your head to side as you confessed your true feelings about the matter.
“They are?” You nodded “mmhm, I was kinda bummed when you told me you couldn’t make it, glad things turned around tho.” You smiled pulling at your yet to be packed in backpack “well in that case I’m glad they did Y/N,” Benny chimed “after your finished with your stuff how about I show you around later?”
“I’d like that.” You replied happy you were making a new friend already first day of summer camp. with that his was back to finishing his job and you were back to smiling in thought,
You had always found Benny rather attractive though some may argue different, but you never really did anything about your silly little crush always saying there were more important things like your grades to keep on track than swooning over some Brunette Green eyed boy.
I guess what you didn’t know was he was gonna be a distraction for a long while from many of those things.
That was a 3 weeks ago.
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Your favourite blonde haired best friend had offered you to sit around the vampire with the rest of the gang that night but you had politely declined his offer, apparently they were all going around telling scary stories but you were particularly feeling perky enough to socialise some more after your social battery just about drained and you opted to just hitting the pillow instead, you heard the chatter and the music from a ukulele outside tho, I bet they were having fun..’ eh I’ll figure it out from Rory in the morning’ you figured.
It was around 6 o’clock in the morning when you woke again, obviously not voluntarily it was the abrutive banging on your cabin door that had did it for you, so groggily you shrugged on your shoes and whilst mentally cursing Rory for intrusively interrupting your dilfism dream you opened the door but not to be faced by Rory.
Oddly enough it was a sickly pale Benny weir. But what was he doing at your cabin door step this early?!
“Benny? Are you alright?” Was all you spoke out in concern through your groggy morning voice as you watched the boy struggle to form any coherent word at all never mind a sentence.
His hair was disheveled and his clothes were immensely dirty showing signs of struggle as you eyed his deathly pale complexion.
“M-mm I- I-“
you eyed Benny wearily as you saw him frustrated as he tried to fumble through his words at your door step, you had thought you were dreaming at this Rate and maybe this was all too early.
But that wasn’t the case as he desperately tried to figure out how to communicate what was wrong with him looking a little more frightened by the minute because what if his state is permanent, and you had no idea what happened at the camp fire last night
“What happened to you? Come inside please sit down you don’t look too well.”
Benny shook his head frantically as he fought back his impulsive urge to barge in and do something he would most definitely regret his mind is not in the right place. This was a mistake, it was wrong he shouldn’t have came to your door. He stumbled back and started to walk away
“Benny ? Where are you going!” You ran out from your cabins door as you eyed Benny running to the middle of the woods, is he out of his mind?! No way after that encounter were you gonna let him leave without a explanation.
Something had seriously gone wrong last night.
Unfortunately you didn’t find him immediately much to your dismay. “Y/N? what are you doing up so early? It’s not safe out here.” Said one of the workers to you confused which snapped you out of your worried trance “what are you talking about?” It was your turn to be confused as you looked her way “last night? You weren’t here were you? One of our volunteers were murdered there was this creepy asylum escapee who ran through here and Benny Weir had the bad luck of stumbling into him.”
“What are you saying? Do you know where he is now?” You asked “he’s uh,” a beat. “Y/N, we found him last night in the woods. We found him dead.” They had finally answered cautiously. But that’s not possible he was at your doorstep this morning. Did Rory do this to him?! But from as far as you knew about your best friend he wouldn’t hurt another person so it couldn’t have been. It couldn’t have been Rory’s friends Erica or Sarah either.
“Miss Y/N I’m gonna need you to go back to your cabin until further notice alright?” All you did was nod before heading back.
You couldn’t wrap your head around things were you hallucinating this morning? Or that whole conversation all together?
Opening the door to your cabin that was already unlocked, it was a stupid decision really even if they weren’t some kind of killer or (your own hunch) creature running about but desperate time came for desperate measure and when following a announced dead boy into the woods you don’t think of things like that.
You also wouldn’t think you’d find him inside your cabin fumbling through your stuff.
“Benny? Oh my god Benny!” You came over to him after finally closing your door, he turned to you frightened as if he didn’t know who you were as if he wasn’t banging down your door just an hour ago at 4 o’clock. So you walked gingerly slow near him as if he was a deer in head lights he stared at you with a look you couldn’t quite decipher.
Here you were trying not to scare off a dead guy in your cabin. Nice start to a Tuesday.
Then suddenly he went back to what he was doing and groaned angry with himself as he knocked over something and ultimately broke it. It’s like he didn’t know who you were or how to speak he just knew.. here. This place, Your cabin.
“I know you know somethings wrong Benny and I also know this is hard for anyone to hear but Benny… you died. I have no idea how you came back but you you’re back somehow! There was this murder who escaped and did horrible.. horrible things to you.”
As you went on to explain his current situation with tears brimming at your eyes he went into a frenzy like he definitely shouldn’t be here right now and he didn’t know how to act or why he was doing things at all but all he knew was he was aggressive, and your cabin had to show for it as he rushed to the bathroom before you could stop him.
“Benny what are you doing?” You asked Concerned and that’s when you rushed in right behind him, hearing him banging his head at the toilet seat frantically as he groaned. “BENNY! BENNY STOP!” You urged grabbing his head in your eyes and he did that confusing look again and he looked into your eyes like an innocent soul with those mesmerising Green eyes of his.
You grabbed a hand towel and was quick to dampen it at the new wound Benny had created and wiped away the blood as Benny winced at the touch and cold whilst eyeing the towel in both a confused and curious matter. You took the curtesy of wiping the wound that got him here in the first place as you lifted his bloodied up shirt revealing a nasty bite mark and slash, how vulgar.
He sat there absentmindedly as he looked daze yet kept his focus on you but not really paying attention. You wiped the bite where the chunk of skin and where the blade was slashed and lathered it with the only ointment your over cautious mother thankfully had made you bring.
You’d have to thank her later for that.
Once you were sure all blood was gone you put the stuff away. “Benny I’m just going to get you a clean shirt alright? “ you told the zombie boy in a clear tone so he’d understand, if he couldn’t speak you weren’t so sure he’d understand so you motioned to his shirt as he looked puzzled and then you walked away to get a shirt for him, Rory wasn’t in his cabin much but his stuff sure was! And by the looks of Benny he’d manage to squeeze into one of Rory’s T-Shirts.
Shortly enough you returned with a graphic tee nothing too special out of Rory’s pile so you know he won’t miss it gone but it’ll do Benny.
Thankfully Benny didn’t move from the position he was in when you returned. “Benny I’m gonna take off your bloodied shirt and change for a clean one okay?”
He grunts struggling with words, it’s like he has a hazy memory of what things are but he just needs help remembering things and you could tell, that’s where you’d come in to help of course.“
Raise your arms for me, love.” You showed with actions and a beat past he copied your motions, raising his own arms you gingerly removed his shirt and replaced it with the clean one.
Benny looked down at the new shirt he was now sporting and tugged at the fabric looking at you with a curved lip of what seemed like a ghost of a smile.
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“Okay Benny I need to you to learn what you want to say when you need something alright?” It had been a few days since you took Benny in seeing he was at his most vunrable state, 2 other people fell the victims of whatever psycho killer turned Benny into whatever he was now but they didn’t have the same affect as Benny did.
Your roommate Rory has assumed it was because maybe he was a witch or something but you laughed at the idea, having said that he was a vampire so anything’s possible. Which was another problem you found a fix for,
Rory who was supposed your roommate in this cabin could definitely not find out about Benny yet when everyone was grieving the boy just days ago, and Rory was absolutely no good with secrets so you couldn’t tell him just yet so made up excuses.
So here you were now teaching Benny words yet again, he was getting better at showing his emotion and affection! A few times now he had hugged you randomly when you returned to the cabin in the afternoon.
You held up an image on your phone that had the word food underneath “so when you’re hungry I want you to say food? Can you say food?” You worded out ‘food’ clear and slow so he could get it, being patient with him.
“Fffff… oood.” He stuttered out but he said it nonethless, you grinned.
“Great Job! Okay now when you’re tired say this,” you scrolled to another image which underneath said bed.
“Can you say Bed?”
“B… b..” his brows furrowed in frustration and he groaned after a while of trying and went nowhere. “sss-stu-“
“No Benny you’re not stupid.” You placed a hand on his pale cheek as you gently positioned his head to meet your eyes instead of looking down in shame.
“You have all the memories of things in here I know you do, you just need someone help you remember them which is what I’m helping you with.” You smiled kindly to Benny who averting his gaze for a moment before looking back at you and holding up his hand,
This is something Benny had done to show affection lately you noticed. You laced your fingers with his as he watched your two interlaced hands “Y-yyy-y/n.. nnno more.”
“It’s okay you did such a good job.” You assured “you wanna know what I do when I’m frustrated?” Benny tilted his head.
You got up from your position on the bed as Benny watched you in Curiousity wondering what you were doing, you rummaged through your draw to pull out headphones and giddily went back into the same position.
“This is called music okay? You used to show me a bunch a songs before, but this one was your favourite.” You played said song on your iPod and watched Bennys face intently as the song played through the headphones.
Immediately Benny began looking around for the sound being played in his ears as he hummed, you stood up to clean to place as a smile tugged on your lips.
you bent down to retrieve your dirty clothes and place on your nightstand once folded so at least it wasn’t in the way Benny came behind you humming the rhythm of the song playing through the device. When suddenly he hugged you from behind,
Your smiled grew as your turned so you were facing his, brushing some stray brown hairs away from his face as you eyed his beautiful features Benny smiled. You pecked his nose and his smile grew along with his blush as he nuzzled his face into your shoulder in a shy manner which you found so cute.
You pulled his face away from your shoulder after a moment and shared a sweet kiss with him and pulled away to hug him further.
“Cc… c-cuddles, y/n.”
“Yeah okay Benny.”
OH MY GOD YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW HAPPY I AM WITH THIS I MIGHT MAKE WAY MORE !! Again sorry it took so long but im so thankful you encouraged me to make this your love is very much appreciated @iloverosesforever but man did this take long. I hope you like it as much as I do after all this wait time my lovely ! <33
Taglist; @iloverosesforever @redc4ts
#my babysitters a vampire#benny weir#mbav#mbav benny#mbav rory#fanfic#ff#covenahs#coven#Kyle Spencer#zombie!benny weir#zombie!benny#zombie#💌#atticus mitchell#bunks
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Hello! May I request O and Q for any character please? Hope you're having a good day so far<3
a/n: I didn't know who to use this one with so I did Zhongli lol. Have a good day lovely moot :3
>Yan! Zhongli x Fem! Reader
Prompts: O - Orchid (love, beauty) "My, you're breathtaking. Your beauty needs to be cherished."
Q- Queen of the meadow (uselessness) "Be grateful you've got me. Who else would take care of such a useless thing like you?"
Warning: sliiightly suggestive
Word count: ~0.6k
Even with his thousands of years of existence, he sometimes never knows when to stop talking. He keeps going on and on about some random thing in the room or a random topic you somehow brought up. It’s understandable. He needs to refresh his memories to delay erosion for as long as he can, but why did you have to fall victim to it? Wasn’t being a victim of his gaze and hands enough?
“I’ve been proved correct that silk would look marvellous on you.”
His hands are by far the worst, always looking to greedily grab as much as they can and as inappropriately as they can.
“My, you’re breathtaking. Your beauty needs to be cherished. What do you say? Shall we go on a long walk?”
“I think I’ll stay home.”
He says nothing in return, happy at the prospect of keeping wandering eyes away. Honestly, with his words and treatment of you, it sometimes feels like you’re a human sized decoration piece for him. It’s suffocating. Even now as his hands wander from your hip to your shoulder blades, playing with the flimsy straps of your ‘dress’, you don’t dare to move. Your place is on his lap till he gets tired of wandering his hands and either lets you go in favour of another long conversation or decides to satisfy his needs.
Both outcomes are unfavourable.
“Do you know what aspect of mortality I find the most appealing?”
“I don’t.” And I frankly couldn’t care less.
“It is the fact that I can indulge in matters that are more personal and selfish without the guilt of ignoring my duty.”
A gloved hand grabs your own, the other massaging the exposed skin of your left thigh, and brings it up to his lips. As he kisses the knuckle of your ring finger, he makes eye contact. Golden eyes shine brighter as his oddly shaped pupils dilate.
“Had you been born a thousand years earlier, I'm sure that the citizens would tell tales about us today.”
“I prefer secrecy,” you scowl, “I wouldn’t like being praised for something I detest.”
Zhongli warningly squeezes the flesh of your thigh, gaze still soft as he keeps staring at your face. Your features had always been his favourite sight. Even now with the dim lighting, he doesn't look away.
"You will come to see my generosity and love someday."
"On my deathbed."
Another squeeze to your flesh, harder this time, and his gaze hardens. "Be grateful you've got me. Who else would take care of such a useless thing like you?"
"I was fine before you."
"I've heard your prayers before, my dear. You prayed to a statue of the seven every week, asking for my guidance to prosperity. How can you say that you were fine before me when all you were was an unborn child?"
Is he really going to play his archon card again? If you had known that Rex Lapis himself would be the source of your misery, you would never have even called yourself a follower. Who knows? Maybe if you become a hard enough atheist, he might disappear.
"As your Archon, you are to submit to me when asked. However, I'll make you a special exception."
When he leans in, his lips ghost over the skin underneath your ear.
"Why don't you give me a taste of mortal desire? I can guarantee," his hands slide under your dress and move to your bare hips, "I won't disappoint."
#genshin impact x reader#yandere genshin impact#yandere genshin impact x reader#yandere genshin x reader#yandere x reader#zhongli x reader#yandere zhongli#yandere zhongli x reader
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Anything with a 1 for the fic game!
1. What fic of yours would you recommend to someone who had never read any of your work? (In other words, what do you think is the best introduction to your fics?)
Oh goddddd what a struggle? I asked @timandlucy to answer this for me, and she said this one (which is, oddly enough, one of my favourite things I've written - it was a fun challenge!) or this one (her Secret Santa gift, so she may be biased there...)
10. How do you decide what to write?
If something keeps me up at night, I know I need to write it out of pure spite. Seriously though, if I wake up at 3am thinking about an idea, that alone tells me it's compelling enough and/or excites me enough that I need to follow through with it.
11. Are you partial to a certain character/pairing or are you more equal-opportunity? If you are partial to any character/pairing, why do you think that is?
All Chenford, all the time! I absolutely love both Tim and Lucy, and I have so much fun exploring these two characters. But I think if I had to chose, I'd say Tim, purely because (at least generally speaking) he holds his cards closer to the chest than Lucy, so there can be more to play with there.
12. Are there any tropes you used to dislike but have grown on you?
Hmm, I don't think so? I'm generally pretty open-minded, but once something's on my shit list, it's usually there to stay!
13. Are there any tropes you used to like but don’t anymore?
Again, not really? I'm pretty stubborn strong in my opinions!
14. Are there any tropes you would only read if written by a trusted friend or writer?
While I can't think of any specific examples at the moment, I definitely think there are lot of sensitive topics thrown around in fanfic that would be better left to someone with greater respect for them. If that makes sense? Writing from a place of care (whether that's pulling from your own experience or from research to develop better understand) is super important to me!
15. What’s your favorite AU that you’ve written?
Well thus far, I've only written one, for Linstead. But I have a handful of Chenford ideas bouncing around in my brain! Fingers crossed I can make at least one or two of them happen over summer hiatus!
16. What’s an AU you would love to read (or have read and loved)?
One that I've read and loved? Hello, Chenford married at first sight, aka the AU I never knew I needed! (@cfr749 💖)
17. What highly specific AU do you want to read or write even though you might be the only person to appreciate it?
@timandlucy, you wanna field this one??? 👀😂
18. If you wrote a sequel to i've got my love to keep me warm, what would it involve?
I'm not sure if you had a particular fic in mind here? But in general, I'm not sure I've ever envisioned a sequel to anything I've written, simply because most of my fics lean heavily on the "canon compliant" side of things, so I expect canon to give me the next parts hahaha. But there was a time I thought about writing a part two to this one! And, you know, never say never?
Hmm, interesting!! I suppose this fic technically has the most potential for a sequel - the future anniversaries they hint at at the end. Hmmmmmmmmmmmm 🤔
19. If you wrote a spin-off of you know what it was (he is in love), what would it involve?
Well given that this is the shortest fic ever, I guess there's potential to explore so many things in more depth. But technically I guess that's not a spin-off. Something similar from Tim's POV I suppose, but the "show you" line was more fitting for Lucy thinking about Tim than the other way around.
21. If you wrote a “missing scene” in i can go anywhere i want (just not home), what would it be?
I actually went back to my doc for this one, because funnily enough, there are some things I eliminated for this. Here's a chunk that I ended up not using:
It feels easy at first. As Nova, she’s nervous, more so than she ever cares to let on. It’s her first job, and while she feels a rush at the excitement of it all, she can’t deny that it’s scary. So much is riding on the op—for the department, certainly, but also for herself. It’s her shot to prove herself, to show Harper, Grey, Tim, and everyone else what she’s capable of. But when all is said and done, it’s a relatively short job, and the newness of it all makes the time pass quickly.
She doesn’t feel the nerves as much as Sava. Or maybe she’s just too focused on a different kind of nerves, what with being in such close proximity to Tim and feeling so many things.
Being Sava feels easy and almost natural in a way Lucy doesn’t let herself think too much about, but that she knows is because she has Tim by her side. Sure, the op is intense, but the chance to take down Madras is more important than any of the turmoil she feels inside. And in the blink of an eye, it’s over, and there’s so much going on that she doesn’t really have time to dwell on the job.
When Lucy goes under as Jamie Hall, she feels a surprising sense of peace. Perhaps because she’s been through it before, so she knows the ropes. But probably more because she has Tim as her backup. She’s still surprised the department signed off on that, but she’s grateful for the added level of protection it affords her. She’s able to really give in to the case, lean into the rush, because just knowing he’s close keeps the nerves and the isolation at bay.
So she’s expecting more of the same this time.
31. What’s your ideal fic length to write?
Whatever feels right. As much as I fixate on the word count as I write, I try not to let it control when something is done. If it feels complete at 1000 words, so be it!
41. Link a fic that made you think, “Wow, I want to write like that.”
This fic feels like an extension of canon in such an incredible way that I feel it should be compulsory reading (@makeitastrength 👏)
Thank you!! 😊
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Oh right, I forgot I made reference sheets of my
Krang OCs!
That's right! A species of aliens from my favorite media, RoTTMNT, is one of my favourites, and thus has a bunch of OCs from the species! Only four of them are really developed, and I'll introduce you to them!
(Ignore the height measurements where I mention the turtle brothers, because it's now outdated! This is also a very big post, so there's a lot of text, and even in some of the images too.)
Now let's get introduced to... Petrol!
(2023 April 7th)
Right, he looks more or less... Basic for a Krang at this stage. I have developed them way more now!
(2023 April 9th)
Now there he is! A young Krang with a kind heart, he isn't much of a threat like a singular Krang, but he's a swimmer! A formidably quick one too, and CAN fight while swimming, though their vision is unfortunately so bad they see the clearest at 2 centimetres away, almost one inch vision! Which is why he has goggles whenever he typically goes out to explore.
As he grew up within multiple generations of his raccoon family, he slowly forgot more about the Krang species, and because he was very young when the Krang were sucked in the Prison Dimension. He also gained markings resembling a raccoon's and is able to communicate with raccoons fluently. Yes, Petrol is capable of chirping, growling, barking and hissing, like an actual raccoon does.
Oh, and the easily combustible part? He pretty much combusts into flames whenever he gets scared. Mostly because he digests a lot of oils and gasolines, the perfect ingredients for bursting into flames.
"Where is his exosuit?", you may ask. Well, back when he narrowly escaped from being sucked in along the many other Krangs, he just abandoned his own exosuit, and in return being destroyed in the Prison Dimension from the chaos that happened where only three Krangs managed to survive from the aftermath. Now he has a custom one, made by none other than Nix. Or Kaos as an alternative.
(2023 April 8th)
No, wait, this is the wrong Nix.
There they are!
(2023 April 11th)
As expected and obvious from their looks, Kaos is the inventor of the four Krangs. Oddly enough, he distances himself a LOT from Krang technology, to the point he would only use that technology only if necessary. Quite a feral yet impish Krang, they love to bring their explosives with them no matter if it's a mission or any relaxing activities. And no wonder they made the bomb 💣 (Uxitron or UX∅3) by themselves, as they like inventing! They've made customized exosuits, machinery, weapons, and never forget, the littlest things like their own goggles, the artificial antenna they added in their own head and bombs.
They invent so much and experiment things, though sometimes not all of it was a success. Because of one failed experiment exploding into pieces, Kaos gained a permanent and thick scar on their face, especially affecting their left eye to the point it cannot constrict no matter the lighting conditions. Essentially, Nix has mydriasis in this case. In order to make it easier for themselves while working, they made goggles which both the lenses are adjusted with filters in order to allow them to see microscopic bits and inventions more easily, as well as controlling the amount of light that enters in the left goggle.
Despite their markings resembling explosions, one of them resembles a flower. A time where they first lived on Earth. They love hills covered in pretty flowers, and even still loves them, as they have pots and vases of plants in their shared home. Not in their own laboratory, of course.
Back when they used to be apart of Krang 01's/Leader's army, they admired him to such an extreme extent that they would do ANYTHING to please him, make him satisfied with their own actions despite not being seen as anything but an engineer. But nowadays they haven't forgotten Krang 01/Leader entirely, but doesn't even bring him up in a conversation other than to mention how they used to admire him.
Who else would be quite disappointed for Nix to admit they used to admire Krang 01/Leader?
Vemirath, or Ven for short.
(2023 April 11th)
A powerful and formidable ex-warrior, Vemirath is NOT someone you should underestimate. She isn't feared for no reason by her opponents. She can clearly pin down her opponents who are almost the same size like her, as well as tear open buildings with ease. Despite this, like a rattlesnake, she also has a tender side of herself despite struggling to show emotions other than anger. She is a primary caretaker of Petrol, as well as his role-model. She cares deeply for her allies and family, but does she spare some for Krang 01/Leader?
None. She would find it better if she could've killed him with her own tendrils, tear him apart and stab him repeatedly. If she wished something to never exist in the universe, she would immediately say Krang 01/Leader with no hesitation. The only other thing she dislikes heavily are pickles. Pickles. 🥒 How? It reminds her of Krang 01/Leader for some reason.
And to talk about her third eye, it has miosis. Constantly a vertical slit, not even dilating at all. It doesn't improve her vision and visual depth too much other than a slight change. It's not much of a bother for her either, so she still kept it even when she was young.
It was clear Krang 01/Leader didn't like her much either, so it was a mutual feeling, though Ven's was more extreme.
The only one who managed to reach Krang 01's/Leader's ranks and role is Forth.
(2023 April 15th)
Despite being blind, she has sonars implanted on the sides of her head, allowing her to see her surroundings in a way she never had done before.
This made her more formidable, even as she is a very quick fighter. She can now be more precise in fighting her opponents and targets, yet smart enough to act like she can only hear, not "see" her surroundings. She clearly is strong after all, and has a lot of potential for her future in the army.
Despite being the highest rank of most Krangs, she loves getting herself into dangerous situations, as it's thrilling for her but also a bit more exciting than being a potential leader together with Krang 01/Leader. But the stress and concentration she tried to muster in order to focus more better has made her tendrils unable to relax naturally like others, always in a similarly jointed shape. It hurts for her to truly straighten her limbs, even if they're quite flexible.
She is also a constant smiler, rarely frowning at all mostly because she feels more relaxed smiling.
Even while she is the one who frequently explores and encounters more living beings than her fellow family (excluding Petrol), she still likes being in Nix's laboratory, listening to the machines working and moving to function. She finds the sounds relaxing.
(2023 April 17th)
Here are some personality notes for my characters in case you write them! Unfortunately I do not know how to properly write dialogue, so you can pretty much feel free to write dialogue in a way that you think could fit them!
More information the better!
Unfortunately I can't add any more images, BUT I can write even MORE information! So here is incoming bonus information for the four Krangs!
Petrol: He would absolutely adore being around Michelangelo, as he's the bubbliest, friendly and loveliest turtle he has ever met. He hasn't tried drawing before, but he will gladly practice together with Mikey!
Nix/Kaos: They are easily capable of fighting four opponents at the same time with a melee weapon. And he would love to work alongside Donatello with inventing things as well as blow things up for FUN!
Vemirath: She will slowly lose her patience and herself if you keep talking about Krang 01/Leader. She will snap if you dare say a word that implies or even means that you admire him. She would rather hear him say he's a gift rather than hear someone else think he's a good Leader or someone admirable.
Forth: She has a thing for Vemirath. (Not elaborating.)
And that's what I have for my Krang OCs!!
#alteredsart#alteredsreferences#krang oc#rottmnt oc#rottmnt krang oc#AlteredsOCs#AlteredsOCs_Petrol#AlteredsOCs_Nix/Kaos#AlteredsOCs_Vemirath#AlteredsOCs_Forth#rottmnt oc references#rottmnt original character#i love them#theyre my skrunklies
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