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cloudlunae · 7 months

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sk8ter boi

✮⋆˙ prompt luka as your skater and drummer bf

✮⋆˙ characters luka, serval, gepard

✮⋆ ˙a/n so this was a fic i wrote on my old blog so if it sounds familiar that's why :') but i loved this fic much and thought it would fit luka nicely so here it is again! i'm pretty sure i edited out all the old names but if i missed any pls lmk!

The clock on your phone reads 5:00 p.m. on the dot. Tucking the device back in the pocket of your hoodie (actually, it was his hoodie), you watched on with a fond smile, falling back to lean on the palms of your hands.

The faint outline of Luka’s figure whizzed past you, wind tickling the exposed skin on your legs. Echoing down the empty, vast plane of the skatepark were the rattling sounds of the skateboard, wheels gliding along the chilled concrete. Their clickety-clackety sounds were a familiar comfort to you, reminiscent of a train chugging down the tracks—a beacon of nostalgia and a place that was like home to you.

He was like home to you.

Tugging the hood over your head, you hauled yourself up off the ground and made your way towards the metal railing, just next to the half-pipe. Luka paid you no mind, too focused on not eating shit as he went up the ramp, suspending himself in the air for a moment, before gracefully gliding back down and repeating the process over again.

You never got tired of watching him. In fact, the more you watched Luka skate the more entranced you were. Unlike him, you had no coordination on a board whatsoever; you were lucky to be able to just stand on the thing, let alone actually move along with it. So it was always a treat for you whenever you had the chance to witness Luka in his element, taking control of the skateboard and wielding it under his feet as if it were a weapon, streaking across metal railings and drifting on curved concrete. Other than the band, you’ve never seen Luka enjoy himself so much.

Speaking of which…

“Hey skater boy!” you called out. “Let’s go, you’re late!”

Luka paused, glancing over from where he stood atop the half-pipe. He flashed you an angelic smile, making your heart skip a beat as he came down, planting his feet firmly on the ground and stopping right in front of you. He tugged his beanie off, cherry red hair messily framing his flushed face. You reached over and gently brushed his bangs away with the sleeve of your—his—hoodie, laughing softly when Luka tilted his head up, bumping his nose against the curve of your wrist.

“Having fun?” you asked, bringing your hand back down.

“Yeah, thanks, I really...I really needed this,” he said breathlessly, bending down and picking the skateboard up, tucking it under his arm. With his other, he threw it around your shoulder and pulled you close, leading you out of the skatepark.

“Good, ‘cause now Serval’s gonna chew my ass out for making you late,” you snorted.

“I mean, it’s quite a walk to the venue, and we’re never gonna get there quick enough if we just walk.” Luka shrugged nonchalantly, trying and failing to keep the rising smirk off his face. You raised an eyebrow, freezing in your tracks and stepping away from his hold.

“What are you implying?”

Luka’s smirk widened, eyes drifting down to the board in his hands, and that’s when it clicked. Immediately, you whipped around and began fast-walking down the street, ignoring your boyfriend’s mirthful laughter as he jogged to catch up with you.

“Oh, c’mon–”

“Luka, I am not riding that thing.”

“Why–”

You threw him a look over your shoulder, unamused at the bouts of giggles bursting through his lips. Luka wasn’t stupid—he knew the reason why, but that didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy seeing you squirm about it every now and then.

He finally caught up to you, steps slowing down as he grabbed onto your hand and slipping his fingers between yours. You pretended not to notice the way your skin flared up at the sudden gesture. Instead, you buried your face in the collar of the hoodie, relaxing as the familiar scent of lavender and sandalwood permeated your senses.

“I’ll hold your hand the whole time if it makes you feel better–ack!” Luka yelped when you firmly elbowed him in the side.

“Are you kidding me? I told you to be here by five, and it’s almost fifteen minutes past. Luka, I swear if you didn’t need your hands today I would’ve broken them by now.” Serval jabbed Luka’s chest with her finger, brows furrowed in frustration and lips downturned in a disappointed pout. Her long, blonde hair was tied back into a ponytail, but loose strands were sticking out—most likely due to Serval’s habit of running her hands through her hair. From where you sat on the leather couch, an amused snicker left your lips.

You regretted it almost instantly as Serval’s attention was now brought on you, and you braced yourself.

“Y/n, don’t even get me started on–”

“Serval,” Gepard sighed tiredly, coming up behind his sister and placing his hand on her shoulder. “We’re on in five, get ready. You can yell at them later.”

No sooner did the words leave Gepard’s lips came their manager stumbling into the room, headset resting crookedly upon his face.

“What are you all still doing here? The fans are waiting, let’s go!” He gestured hurriedly.

The other members of the band quickly followed suit, each of them picking up their respective instruments; Serval with her guitar, Gepard with his bass, and Luka with his drumsticks. You trailed along behind them, chest vibrating at the sheer noise coming from the crowd as you neared the stage.

Once they were behind the wings, Serval pulled them into a huddle, wrapping their arms around each other’s shoulders. You stayed back and gazed at them with a soft smile on your face, occasionally taking a peek through the curtains. Compared to other venues, this one was significantly less substantial in terms of space and audience number, but the screams and shouts of support from the crowd definitely rivaled those of bigger venues.

The band finished their huddle with a simple chant, and almost immediately, the stage lights dimmed, causing the audience to scream even louder (if that were even possible). You sat back on one of the crates, heart racing as you watched Serval run on stage, followed by Gepard. But instead of going along with them, Luka swiftly turned around and strode over to you.

Your expression fell into one of confusion. “Luka, what are you–”

You didn’t get the chance to finish your sentence before Luka’s lips connected with yours. His free hand, the one that wasn’t holding his drumsticks, tenderly cupped your face, thumb gently stroking your cheek. The kiss was delicate and warm, like a single flutter of a butterfly’s wing on your lips, and it was just so like Luka you couldn’t help but tug him even closer.

“Hey Luka! If you’re done sucking face, we need you out here! Don’t make me come back there and drag you,” Serval announced into his mic, rolling her eyes as the audience members erupted into even louder cheers

A laugh bubbled out from your lips and you pulled away, resting your forehead against Luka’s. His eyes were open and peering intently into your own, causing your face to flare up once again. You pushed your hand against his chest.

“Go,” you urged. “Don’t give Serval another reason to yell at us for.”

Luka didn’t move away for a second, but then he surged forward once more, planting a sweet kiss on your forehead.

“Cheer for me, yeah?” he breathed.

“Always.”

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #luka #luka honkai star rail #luka x reader #luka hsr x reader

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ohbo-ohno · 6 months

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babygirl bo <3 I have some Qs to which I beg you provide some As (I need me some of that deep bo lore)

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

🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love

🥐 ⇢ name one internet reference that will always make you laugh

🪲 ⇢ add 50 words to your current wip and share the paragraph here

babygirl lumi i love you so much. you're welcome to any lore you want

🍄 does puppy play count as a hc? because i write ghost calling soap "pup" as a kink thing but i also very much so think he'd just Do that.

if that doesn't count, then i'll say that one hc i swear by is that ghost is a freak but soap is 10x freakier and he's into literally every conceivable abuse ghost tries to commit agaisnt him.

also i think soap is suuuper smart but in a really specific way - can't spell for shit, but that man can rattle off college level math like it's nothing

🥤 is SUCH a good ask because now i can rec my fav cod x readers <3 (i know it says fic or author singular but you're getting multiple fics in place of me trying to tag authors and inevitably forgetting someone)

cod fics (but not the people i usually link because this post is already too long):

Baby Blue by kechiwrites (ghost x reader)

Taste by Sweet Deciet (ghost x soap x reader)

The Hand That Feeds by anonymous (ghost x soap)

Hypnotized (Fuck It) by ANTchan (ghost x soap)

Where Moonlight Meets the Sea by MildLimerence (ghost x soap)

Not More Than Once by WhisperedWords12 (ghost x soap)

NOT cod fics, but one for a few fandoms i love:

Declensions by dustorange is THE dick grayson origin fic. if there's one fanfic i wish i had written, it would be this

the first step of kintsugi by thepolysyndetonaddictsupportgroup is a peter parker & frank castle fic and im not sure it'll ever be finished but it is just. god it is perfect and probably my favorite fic of all time

anything by cupcakemolotov is gonna hit like no other for klaus mikaelson/caroline forbes. i love her so so much like she is my IDOL

ALL MOUTH. by themilkteeth is like the epitome of what a good darklina fic is. it's soooooosososo good i want it injected into my veins

the Blood Apron series by sciencefictioness is a great overwatch fic, but you really don't need to know the characters to enjoy the story! another one that'll never get added to, but i love it a lot

🥐 i don't like the lotr movies but there's a moment in the first (?) one where aragorn (?) is singing to himself and frodo (?) asks "who is this lady you sing of?" and for some reason i literally cannot watch it without keeling over in laughter. it's so fucking stupid

🪲 ohhhh we have beef for this one. i hate you a teeny tiny bit for making me write (/j). added it below the cut!

ok quick edit here but. i thought that said 500 words so uh. sorry but there's 500 words here instead of 50 lmfao. im a fool!!!!!

ghost x soap (cw for (legal) age gap)

He takes another look at the kid, now that he’s not planning on throwing him off the property. He’s got a bit of bulk, probably just recently started working out, and there’s a cocky energy coming off of him. Ghost would bet this is far from the first time he’s robbed someone with this little ruse, probably thinks he’s the smartest burglar in town. Too bad he chose the wrong man to try and trick this time.

Ghost straightens from the doorway, rolling back his shoulders and standing tall. The kid isn’t short by any means, but compared to Simon he’s practically little. Odds are he’s still got some growing to do, but for now Simon gets to enjoy the way he can loom over the teenager.

“No one ever taught you to respect your elders, boy?”

Oh, the kid doesn’t like that one. If he were a dog, his hackles would be fully raised, but he’s left settling for curling his lip back in a snarl. “You think just cause you’re old I have to respect you?”

“I think you’ll respect me because you’re on my property. That and I don’t think you’ll like what happens if you keep the attitude up.”

The kid flushes, either from rage or the innuendo. “Who the fuck do you think you are? You think just because we’re out here alone you can say whatever you want to me?”

“Of course not. We’re out here all alone, which means I can do whatever I want to you. And I will, if you don’t get off my property.”

The kid looks him up and down, then visibly steels himself. Ghost bites back a smirk. He’s not used to being underestimated, but he finds he doesn’t mind when it means getting to see the kid play at being his equal.

“What do you think you’ll do if I don’t go?”

Oh, Ghost can’t wait to beat the attitude out of the little brat.

He doesn’t let the kid see how much the rudeness is getting to him, intentionally keeping his face flat and unimpressed. “What’s your name, kid?”

That permanent scowl doesn’t shift, even as a flash of confusion crosses his face. “...John.”

Ghost nods. “Alright, Johnny, if you don’t get off my property, I’ll take you over my knee and teach you what your daddy should’ve.”

It’s nearly impossible to keep from grinning when Johnny’s mouth pops open in surprise, the flush creeping further up his neck. “You- you’ll- who do you think- you can’t-”

Ghost reaches out like he might slap Johnny, instead snaps right in front of his nose, sharp and loud. “Spit it out, boy. I don’t feel like listening to a kid learn how to speak all night.”

Johnny’s letting himself get worked up, and not doing a good job of hiding it. His teeth grind and he shifts from foot to foot, like he’d like to try and attack Ghost. He’s apparently smart enough to know how idiotic that would be, and Simon finds he’s almost disappointed.

#this got so LONG im sorry lmao #asks and answers #ask game #luminousbeings-crudematter

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gaelic-symphony · 1 year

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A Year in the Life: May

Twelve vignettes from the married life of Tara Lewis and Emily Prentiss, written for the Year of the OTP writing challenge.

This installment is also part of @imagining-in-the-margins' Family Challenge.

Prompt: Pet/child acquisition (okay, I stretched the boundaries of this prompt just a little bit)

Words: 1254

Warnings: a little blood, a little pee, a little swearing, but all pretty G-rated.

Read on AO3 or below the cut

Tara and Emily were perfectly happy as a child-free couple, but that didn’t mean they didn’t adore all of the many children in their life. They absolutely doted on Tara’s younger cousins and showed up to all of Henry and Michael’s Little League games and school plays. And so when Matt’s mother-in-law came down with a terrible cold right before he and Kristy were supposed to have their first romantic weekend getaway just the two of them in years, Tara felt compelled to offer up her home for babysitting services.

“Are you sure?” Matt asked, “I mean, you do know there’s five of them, right?”

“I know how many kids you have, Matt,” Tara said, “I even know their names and ages, too. I love those kids, and they love their Auntie Tara. And their Auntie Emily.”

“Well…okay then!” Matt said, “We’ll drop the kids off Friday afternoon. Thanks so much!”

When Friday rolled around, Emily and Tara had made up the bed in the guest room for the little girls, and the folding couches in the living room and Tara’s study for the older boys. The doorbell rang at a quarter to five, and the entire Simmons clan was on Tara and Emily’s doorstep.

“You two are such a lifesaver,” Kristy said as she ushered her kids inside the house. Matt was behind her, carrying at least half a dozen bags. “We’ve packed everything you’ll need for the weekend,” she continued, “Now, Rose still hasn’t entirely mastered potty training, so I made sure to pack extra underwear for her, and she’ll need a pull-up at night.”

“That’s fine, nothing we can’t handle—” Emily began.

“Jake’s soccer game is tomorrow at noon in Hylbrook Park,” Kristy rattled on, “His game bag is all ready to go, and his uniform is in his backpack. And David has a book report due next week, so if you can make sure he spends some time actually working on it—”

“Kristy,” Matt cut her off, “The kids’ll be fine, and we don’t need to scare off Emily and Tara before we’ve even gotten on the road to the vineyard!”

“You won’t scare us off,” Tara laughed, “We’re looking forward to spending some quality time with the kids. Now, you two go enjoy your adults-only weekend, and don’t worry about anything here—we’ve got it all under control!”

And with Matt and Kristy on the road to their destination, Tara and Emily really did have everything under control at their house. Emily was outside supervising the boys. Jake was happily dribbling a soccer ball around the backyard and kicking it into an empty trashcan. Emily and David were sprawled out on the patio loungers while David read his book for his book report aloud to Emily, and Emily occasionally chimed in with a question to get David thinking about characters and symbolism and themes. All three little girls were playing together nicely in the den, and Tara was in the kitchen getting started on dinner. Tara was priding herself on just how well she and Emily were managing a houseful of children without any injuries or crises or tears, and then…

“Aunt Tara! Rosie had an accident!” a little girl’s voice called out from the other room, and Tara couldn’t tell whether it was Chloe or Lily. Truth be told, the only way she could tell the girls apart was Chloe’s missing front tooth. Tara wiped her hands on her apron and dashed into the den, where little Rose was standing in a puddle on the floor, her pants wet and her face crumpled up as she burst into tears.

“Oh, Rosie, sweetheart, it’s okay,” Tara cooed gently, crouching down and wiping the tears from the toddler’s cheeks, “Accidents happen, right?”

“I didn’t mean to!” Rose sobbed.

“I know you didn’t sweetie, I know,” Tara said, wrapping her arms around Rose and pulling her close, “You didn’t do anything wrong; I know it was an accident, and nobody is upset with you. We just want to get you cleaned up, okay? Can we do that, sweetie?” Rose nodded and smiled a little, and Tara scooped her up and carried her into the bathroom. “Lily, honey, can you go get some clean clothes from Rose’s bag?” she asked.

Tara carried Rose into the bathroom and sat her down on the edge of the tub. She peeled off Rose’s wet pants and underwear and washed her with a warm washcloth, humming soft, soothing melodies as she went. Rose wasn’t crying anymore, and by the time Chloe and Lily knocked on the bathroom door with a fresh change of clothes, she had calmed down significantly.

“Okay, Rosie,” Tara said, “Your big sisters can help you get changed into clean clothes, and I’m going to go clean up in the den. But I’m just in the other room if you need me.”

When she opened the door, she saw Emily shepherding David towards the bathroom, holding a paper towel to his nose, while Jake trailed behind them, apologizing profusely to David.

“Jake kicked a soccer ball into David’s face,” Emily explained, “We’ve got a nosebleed on our hands.”

“Bathroom’s all yours,” Tara nodded, picking Rose up and whisking her out of the bathroom before she caught a glimpse of the blood, “We’re all cleaned up here, just need to take care of the carpet in the den.” She handed her wife the box of Kleenex she’d been using to wipe Rose’s tears. “I imagine you’ll be wanting these,” she said, and dropped her urine-dampened apron in the laundry hamper before going to clean up the den.

“Babe? Do I smell something burning?” Emily called after her, and Tara immediately whipped her head out into the hallway.

“The rice!” Tara gasped.

“I’ll handle it,” Emily said, but as she pulled the towel away from David’s nose, more blood gushed out onto her hand and dripped onto the tile floor. “Shit!” she cursed, before realizing her audience.

“Emily! Language!” Tara chided.

“It’s okay. Our mom says that word, too,” David said matter-of-factly.

“Oh yeah?” Emily laughed, “And what does she do when she doesn’t have enough hands to juggle you kids and getting dinner on the table?”

“Pizza!” Chloe cheered.

Emily looked at Tara, who shrugged in acquiescence. Pizza would certainly be fast and easy, and it would get some vegetables and protein in the kids’ bellies. It also meant fewer dinner dishes and easy cleanup so that after dinner, Emily could read the girls a bedtime story while Tara watched cartoons with the boys until it was time for them to go to bed, too.

As soon as Jake was tucked in for the night, Tara crawled into her own bed and snuggled up next to her wife.

“All five kids are sound asleep,” she said.

“That’s good,” Emily said, “All in all, I’d say we did a pretty good job.”

“We did, didn’t we?” Tara grinned and kissed the top of Emily’s head.

“We probably would have made good moms,” Emily mused.

“Yeah…” Tara murmured softly. Then after a pause she said, “I’m kind of glad we’re not, though. I like our life just the way it is.”

“Me too,” Emily said.

On Sunday evening, the Simmons kids would be back with their parents, and Tara and Emily would have their calm, quiet house back—until the next time they had child visitors over to spend some time with their favorite aunties. And that was just the way they liked it.

#criminal minds #fanfiction #tara lewis #emily prentiss #temily #otp #adventures in babysitting #temily as lesbian aunts #fluff #family fluff #yotp 2023

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666prophet · 8 days

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Fallout S1:E8 - The Beginning

Some minor gripes and little details I didn't agree with. It sheds light to some in universe lore that was never talked about. I'm not sure I would introduce certain characters in the finale of a season, but I'm not the writers. Has some action, moves the main plot along in leaps and bounds as compared to other episodes. I think that its a really good end to the season but also a good episode on its own.

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I guess they really want to make the BoS very antagonistic. What did they do raze Filly? Typically in game they are more isolationist. Kind of don't fuck with me and I wont fuck with you. They have also made them out to be way more religious then they have ever been portrayed before. It also seems like Maximus is constantly wavering on if he wants to be in the BoS or escape.

More Russian weapons for some odd reason. Yes FO4 added the Handmade Rifle(AK47) but it didn't add things like the RPD or PPSh. I'll give a slight pass to the woman holding the BAR, because it is used as inspiration for the Automatic Rifle(FONV). Nice callback to the ghoul that she saved from the Super Dupermart.

Ok this is another inclusion of Sunset Sarsaparilla, so at this point there has to be an inclusion or mention of the Mojave. Still unsure how there are so many in universe cars in the flashbacks but none apparently survived to the present day. Other than the Mister Handy in the first episode, this Protectron is the only other robot seen in the past.

HOLD THE FUCKING PHONE CALLER! This is the NCR? Then why do the have all these RPDS? No Colt ARs? You're telling me that there are no snipers either? Why do we have a feral ghoul tied as a dinner guest? Oh look so cool that you got a two headed suckling pig. You know that thing that has never existed in the games.

I guess I called it. I've never seen a Robobrain that small. This feels like a joke. This is like a Roomba with a brain in a cloche. MCSCUSE ME?!?!?!?! Is this brain bot thing Bud Askins? DOUBLE MCSCUSE ME!!!!!!!! So we have who I guess is Mr. Robert House[RobCo](Simply because of the appearance), Julia Masters[Repconn](She's really the only talked about female CEO), Fredrick Sinclair[Big MT](The "Freddy-boy" comment from Mr. House) and finally Leon Von Felden[West Tek](he was the head guy on the FEV). I like this they are just rattling off all the actual in game vault experiments that players have experienced. This is interesting, are they implying that Vault-Tec actually let these companies take the lead and they would just foot the bill in order to get support and possibly money? NOW WE ARE REALLY FUCKING WITH CANON!!!!! In the games its meant to be a "we don't know who struck first, but everyone got in a lick" type of situation. Its heavily implied that the Chinese dropped the bombs first. But this doesn't make sense, since there are unfinished vaults. If you had your finger on the button, why push it before you could maximize profits? Also damn Coop, it really be your own sometimes. I hate the de-aging CGI that Hollywood does. I understand that Kyle MacLachlan is older but still. This also explains why The Ghoul reacted the way he did when Lucy said her full name. Hate to be that guy, but technically Moldaver hasn't told Lucy when she is from either. So don't get too high on your horse just yet ma'am. Dammit Dane, here I was thinking you were a standup dude. You really let Maximus take that punishment the whole fucking time.

So Vault-Tec or more specifically Vault 31 had access to bombs and nuked the capital of the NCR? So you've just kept Rose as pet for the last 20 some odd years? That seems equally as fucked up. So is no body gonna notice that Norm is gone? Also Vault-Tec doesn't have any way of getting surface information? Well if Griffith Observatory is the new NCR headquarters, the NCR must be in shambles. Also that is a comically large red dot sight on these mounted guns for no reason. Well The Ghoul is just the consummate badass. How the fuck does Hank just know how to get into and operate power armor? So he is looking for his family. In a classic Lucyism, she seemed more broken up about shooting Martha the ghoul than HER MOTHER THAT IS A GHOUL. Surely leaving unlimited power source in the hands of the BoS will not have any lasting consequences. Ok nice, teasing finally some deathclaw action. Alright well that just seals the deal that the second season is going to be better. But also how the fuck are you going to make a story around New Vegas? Literally the endings vastly change how the strip ends up. I have a bad feeling that we are getting into that retconning or just plain making shit up for the canon of the show.

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I'm not surprised they went with a cliffhanger ending. The inclusion of New Vegas is going to make for some interesting lore issues though. I hope they don't try to change established events. Even though this left somethings unanswered, it did answered enough to be a well rounded episode. Its funny how you introduce the NCR and give no context as to who they are or what they do, considering there will be people who have never played the games watching this show.

Final Score - 8/10

#prophet speaks #fallout #fallout tv series #episode 8 #the beginning

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robynlilyblack · 2 years

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Shes underwater again - Send me a situation along with a character and i’ll write a lil blurb (e.g sirius black x shy! fem! reader on their first date) could you pretty please do y/n is peters girlfriend but the boys haven't told her about the animagus situation yet. In defence against the dark arts her boggart turns into an army of rats and lil petes like oh no what do I do now meanwhile remus is trying so hard not to laugh and sirius and james have lost it and y/n's is so confused at how they find her boggart so funny (I love peter but rats freak me out so bad I can't even go near hamsters or just anything even rat like just eww)

Nope

Peter Pettigrew x fem! reader

Summary: Peters finds out his girlfriends boggart

Warning: swearing

A/n: 0.6k words, the idea of a swarm rats reminded me a little of dishonoured, this is such a funny idea too I love it! Thank you for the request, I hope you like it x

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You sighed in relief as you and the boys finished the last of the glass containers in the DADA classroom “Can we go?” Sirius asks your professor

“Not quite, since you all decided to skip yesterday’s lesson to turn the Ravenclaw’s quidditch gear pink…” you all start sniggering before shutting up as the man glares “…you lot missed our lesson on boggarts, therefore one of you must volunteer to cast the Riddikulus charm on theirs…only then are you free to leave” he says smugly looking at the five of you “So, who will it be?”

Remus and Sirius collapse into themselves, you knew why, James and your boyfriend also looked a little nervous so you decided to go for it, hoping they’ll remember that the next time you ask them for something “I do it” you volunteer

Stepping towards the rattling wardrobe you pulled out your wand, you really had no clue what was going to come out “Ready?” he asks

“No” you half scoff gaining chuckles from your friends and a small eye roll from your professor

He opens the wardrobe, at first nothing happens and a part of you hoped the boggart decided to go on vacation, but then little things started scurrying out of it…rats! A swarm of them coming towards you, nope fuck this, you think as you scramble onto the nearest desk yelling as you go

“Ew no, ew…no no no nope-ity nope” you squeal shaking as you stand on the desk the rats running around in a circle around it “Please do something” you bounce up and down on the desk hoping your friends would help but they’re…laughing?

Sirius and James have lost it, bent over in contagious laughter while Remus’ lips are pressed together as he tries his best to contain his, your boyfriend however looks mildly nervous, okay mild was an understatement, maybe was he scared of them too?

“Pete help please!” you plead gaining his attention, fluttering your eyelashes his face softens

“Use the charm pumpkin, imagine them wearing little hats or something” he suggests even if there is an evident lump in his throat

You nod taking your wand and picturing all of them with little top hats “Riddikulus” you say but nothing happens, you bounce a little more on the balls of your feet psyching yourself up before trying again “Riddikulus…yes!” you celebrate as the rats run back into the wardrobe with cute little top hats…they still freaked you out but at least they looked amusing now

“Well done miss Y/l/n…” you teacher nods closing the wardrobe and locking it “Now get off of my desk and out of my class room” he eyes you and the boys, his tone light hearted

Sirius and James turn to Peter as you slip off of the desk bashfully “I know what I’m buying you for Christmas” James teases

“Oh…” Sirius taps James arm quickly “…get a monocle too”

“Shut up” Peter hushes as you join his side “Hi Pumpkin” he gives you a cringy smile

“That was something” you giggle “I’m getting you lot back for laughing at me though” you point at them before turning to your boyfriend “Can we get out of here rats give me the heebie-jeebies” you shiver clutching onto his arm making the boys chuckle “Stop it” you pout

“Course” Peter says giving the boys a weird look as he heads to the door the boys parting and bowing as he passes

“Right this way oh gentle Pete” Sirius says

“I tip my hat to you” James gestures as if he has a hat earing a discreet elbow to the gut as Peter passes him

As you exit you turn to Peter “What was that about?” you ask confused

He shakes his head kissing your cheek “Nothing, don’t worry your pretty little head about it” he says and as you hug him his brain goes into overdrive, maybe we’ll just never tell her

Thank you for reading 💛

#peter pettigrew x reader #peter pettigrew x you #peter pettigrew x y/n #peter pettigrew #peter and you #peter and y/n #marauders fic #maraders era #marauders x reader #robyns600celebration

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dynmghts · 4 months

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TRANSMISSION FROM @ofluminance : 💌 starshinc! 😈😈 TRANSMISSION ENDED / POSITIVITY TRAIN , ACCEPTING .

now THIS one i can do. oh ponnnn @starshinc you've been targeted (for my long-winded spiel about how cool you are) (and you literally sent an ask in for it but dandi beat you to it approximately six hours ago LMAO)

what i like about your blog: STARS. SHINY. besides that, though, you've also given me a fond appreciation for the colour purple because of your blog's main aesthetic, and i mean, really. i made you a whole icon psd based on that aesthetic. it was a lot of fun to incorporate the greens and purples of varying shades to fit your blog the best i could! because it's so different to my usual elements! and to top it off, i actually really enjoy how simple your formatting is (which is hilariously ironic when you look at my formatting in comparison)!!

what i like about your character(s): now i know you joke about it a lot but it's true that izuku has your whole ass braincell and i love that for you. we haven't been interacting as long as either of us have had our muses or blogs, but it really doesn't feel like that sometimes, because katsuki meshes really well with your portrayal! i mean. he's still an asshole. he still likes to mess with izuku when that poor boy has his guard down and he's all smug about it because ha, caught off guard, take that! but then izuku challenges katsuki with the same energy, and more often than not that's exactly what he needs, because bitch needs to get humbled.

this isn't even talking about the whole world we've constructed with your izuku's mute au and katsuki's villain-recovery au. MAN. we've plotted a whole decade or more for how that whole ass au works together, though we definitely kind of obviously ignore the canon progression and everything because fuck it we ball... but yknow what? worth it. it's been fun living in a silly little au world. i love canon as much as the next guy but sometimes an au is really where it's at.

what i like about you in general: well, i'd say you know better than most that i fucking SUCK at consistent (or just any) communication. but you've been so tolerant and patient about it, so i genuinely wholly appreciate that and i really hope you know that? not to mention you are a delight to talk to! and i do genuinely love to rattle off ideas with you, even when the brain is a bit foggy and i don't actually have anything coherent to throw at you. 1000000/10 amazing person to talk to right here guys

#ofluminance #starshinc #💥 ⸍ ii. answers.#💥 ⸍ i. out.#/ TAKE THIS #/ i'm having the time of my life btw

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inkblotsandpapertrails · 1 year

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Hello! I love your writing, especially ur OHSHC stuff! I feel like you captured all the characters really well <3 Everyone feels so alive! Feel free to ignore this request, but I would love to hear about ur headcannons for your Unstoppable Series between the reader and the host club! Or just your ideas in general. I'm so in love with your work and I'm so excited to see what else you'll create! It's always worth the wait (♡´𓋰`♡)

oh my goodness that is... so incredibly sweet i'm gonna cry. my little heart. thanks so much anon that's really nice to hear. i kinda fell off the ohschc train for a while but i had ideas for that kyoya fic and i want to deliver them. and this is a really good question! so hopefully it'll get me back into the swing of things - but hey we all know i take fucking forever to write so i wont go getting anyones hopes up, i'll just answer your question :) this got kinda long so i'm gonna put it under a readmore uwu but i hope you enjoy!

so the current atmosphere between the reader and the hosts is,,, difficult. each of the hosts have their own very specific outlooks on the world shaped by their own very specific experiences, so none of them are really doing the Right Thing in this scenario - but you can't really blame them for that. mostly.

for the hitachiins, the important thing to note is that they are very much spoiled rich kids who spent the majority of their lives ignored and left to their own devices. we know they're pretty unempathetic to other people because that's just the way they were raised - they were the only two people they could recognize as Real People, and everyone else was just a plaything. that's changed throughout the anime - they're more empathetic to others and care deeply for their friends - but they're still just as selfish, as we've seen in the b&b arc. they don't want their friends to leave them, so they either cling on too tight (kaoru) or push their friends away before they can (hikaru).

hikaru knows from the moment the reader shows up that you do NOT want to be in the host club - now that IS a fairly normal reaction, the club's got kind of a slanderous reputation around school since it is literally just paying to date people, but the host club is his and kaoru's haven. it's what brought them a proper family. so he doesn't really like seeing someone there when they clearly don't want to be there - it just feels like an insult, both to him and the club (and maybe because he sees some of his old self in the way you push away tamaki and the rest of them, as well). so, as he did with haruhi when they first arrived, he wants to torment the reader and push you away until you inevitably leave, because hey, you don't want to be here and you're just gonna leave at some point anyway, so why not speed up the process? kaoru's intentions aren't quite as malicious - i think it's just another one of those 'well, hikaru's doing it, and i do what hikaru does' things (poor boy does not have a solid grasp of his own identity yet). but it is also partially that kaoru is very scared of letting people get close to him now that he and hikaru are beginning to distance themselves from each other (this is all vaguely post-anime canon). not quite as much as hikaru, but he doesn't really wnat to get attached to you.

(unfortunately, neither of them were expecting the reader to snap quite so badly. they figured you'd just storm out and not come back - they were not expecting tears. and when you said 'if this is how you're gonna treat me, i'm better off being at home'... well no spoilers but that's gonna stick with them.)

tamaki is,,, difficult for me as a writer because he feels things a LOT and i do not know how to capture it. but i imagine in the process of meeting the reader he's gone from one extreme to the other. he's eager to have a new member, and i'm sure he can see that 'something' about you that he saw with the twins and honey and kyoya, so yeah, he's very excited. probably rattling off costume ideas for 8 people, probably factoring an extra person into the budget, probably trying to find out what colours suit you and what your favourite snack is and etc etc (he is CLINGY, sue him). but then when you break down he's probably in the opposite of that extreme. i imagine he really laid into the twins - not his typical show-boating speeches, but an actual seething 'what the hell is wrong with you' scolding (he is a good dad. he doesn't let shit slide), and is really fixating on the comment about your homelife. tamaki cares a lot and has very little boundaries so i imagine he's trying his very hardest to fix everything (even if it violates your privacy - he's... trying. he's not good at it but he's trying).

haruhi is just downright furious. you seemed really chill, and they could probably see that you've been feeling lost and alone, like they did before they found the host club. i think they really wanted you to stay and have a good time and maybe find a little niche you could fit into, because while haruhi knows that the guys are overwhelming, they also know that the guys care deeply for their friends and would do anything to make a person they loved feel happy (even if they get it wrong most of the time). and now the twins have ruined that, and so has kyoya honestly, and none of the other guys stopped them so fuck them too!! so yeah i imagine haruhi laid into all of the guys (the twins and kyoya are the most responsible, yes, but we all know that when haruhi is mad everyone is gonna pay for it) and is now giving all of them the iciest of silent treatments (except honey).

honey is more perceptive than he seems, so i imagine he feels quite similarly to haruhi. he probably saw something in you that he felt back when he was a haninozuka to the bone - like you were being forced into someone elses place and desperately needed a thing that was yours, and no one elses, where you could be entirely yourself. and now the twins went and made you cry, and kyoya was being really mean the whole time, and honey's very upset about the whole thing. not quite haruhi's 'yell at everyone and then silent-treatment' upset, but he's very tearful and is currently refusing to speak to the twins.

mori is once again difficult for me (he's like the opposite of my tamaki problem). he doesn't know you very well but i imagine he wants to look out for you the way he does with haruhi. he's not quite murderously angry, but he is extremely disappointed in the twins, and while he's not going to try anything with kyoya, it's fairly obvious that he's not entirely happy with how kyoya handled things with you. for now he's just comforting honey.

kyoya is. well. no spoilers but he had his own reasons for roping you into the club. he is not immune to curiosity - he likes to know things and he likes to be correct, which is why it frustrates him when things don't act the way they're supposed to. that's the most nonspoilery way i can say why he wanted you in the club while also wanting to torment you a little - sometimes you need to dissassemble something to understand it. it's all very clinical and sociopathic but that's kyoya. but even kyoya's not immune to emotions (even if he likes to pretend that he is) and you're defying pretty much all his expectations and behaving in ways that just don't make sense to him, as well as making him think things that he can't understand just yet, which is obviously going to frustrate him (because no matter how serious he tries to act that boy has the mentality of a toddler trying to solve a rubiks cube). so he definitely doesn't like you just yet (it's enemies to lovers deal with it) but he's intrigued by you, and that's saying a lot for kyoya - and while he wants to figure you out, he's no longer going to break you to do so, which, again, is saying a lot for him.

man this was fun. i love talking about my wips, it's what helps me the most when it comes to writing, but alas i am not immune to cringe and i would rather die than talk to my friends about my x reader blog, so asks like this are really helpful for me! thanks anon, youre a sweetheart and this made me really happy :)) i hope you like the answer you got!!

#ohschc #ohshc x reader #kyoya ootori #kyoya ootori x reader #unstoppable force immovable object #headcanons #anon #ask

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theconstantsidekick · 2 years

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Captain America: Civil War ft Static (4) | s.r

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Stark!Reader, Tony Stark x Stark!Reader (siblings)

Genre: Angsty, Political

Summary: After watching Steve become an international fugitive to save his best friend (again), Tony wants to just talk to him and his sister to get them to sign the Accords and keep the Avengers together. But it seems like everyone has different plans.

(These scenes incorporate y/n, codename—Static, into the pre-existing story as a character without making drastic changes to the plot or mythos. All the major plot points from the MCU remain in place with the addition of the reader as Static, who is not only a Stark but also enhanced. Whatever events from the canon aren’t mentioned, take place without much change.)

Warnings: Swearing.

a/n: ok so, y/n isn't explicitly stated to be any race but seeing as I am POC, I wrote her with the same ideas in mind. I think it's especially important during this story to have someone from a different background to put forward their opinion. And I will not apologize for presenting that perspective in the media that I CHOOSE to write.

“Hey, you wanna see something cool?” Tony asks as he enters the tense room. It’s filled with a ringing silence. “I pulled something from Dad's archives. Felt timely.” With his free hand, he shows Steve two pens in a black presentation box with his blazer hanging off the other. Discarding the blazer off in the corner, he continues, “FDR signed the Lend-Lease bill with these in 1941.” He puts it on the table in front of him, where Steve is now seated. “Provided support to the Allies when they needed it most.”

“Some would say it brought our country closer to war,” Steve replies coyly.

And man, if that doesn’t annoy Tony.

“See? If not for these, you wouldn't be here,” he throws back. But then he sees the smile on Steve’s face and he relents. “I'm trying to . . . what do you call it?” He takes a seat opposite him. “That's an olive branch. Is that what you call it?”

“Is Pepper here?” He asks casually, looking around. “I didn't see her.

Oh boy, Tony thinks.

“We're kinda . . . well, not kinda . . .” He tries.”

“Pregnant?” Steve prompts.

“No. Definitely not.” He scoffs self-deprecatingly. “We're taking a break,” he admits. “It's nobody's fault.” His fault.

“I'm so sorry, Tony. I didn't know,” Steve says with genuine care reflected in his eyes. And you know that’s the bummer of it all. He knows that Steve means it. He knows that at the end of the day, no matter how much Steve buts heads with him, and pushes him on things he doesn’t want to be pushed, he does it because he is the most genuine person to ever fucking be genuine. The biggest challenge of wanting, almost needing to hate the Captain America he grew up hearing unending praise of is that all the praise was well founded. Cap, Steve is the kind of man, even Tony would want to rattle off to his kid about. Because that is the envious charm of Steve Rogers. He’s unbelievably admirable, even in the worst of times, such as these.

“A few years ago, I almost lost her, so I trashed all my suits,” he tells Steve. “Then, we had to mop up HYDRA . . . and then Ultron. My fault.” It was. “And then, and then, and then, I never stopped. Because the truth is I don't wanna stop.” But the thing is, “I don't wanna lose her. I thought maybe the Accords could split the difference.“ He stands up and paces a little. “In her defence, I'm a handful. Yet, Dad was a pain in the ass, but he and Mom always made it work,” He ponders aloud.

Looking at his reflection in the glass wall in front of him, he fixes his tie.

“You know, I'm glad Howard got married. I only knew him when he was young and single,” Steve remarks.

“Oh, really? You two knew each other?” He picks his blazer off the table he’s dumped it on. “He never mentioned that. Maybe only a thousand times.” He begins putting his blazer on. “God, I hated you,” He admits, because fuck yeah he hated him. Steve was this unseen, un-present figure in his life that he was supposed to live up to. And try as he might, he never could.

“I don't mean to make things difficult,” Steve appeals.

“I know, because you're a very polite person.” Tony walks past his chair to stand in the other corner.

“If I see a situation pointed south . . . I can't ignore it. Sometimes I wish I could.”

Bullshit.

“No, you don't.”

Steve smiles thinly. “No, I don't. Sometimes—”

Tony cuts him off. “Sometimes I wanna punch you in your perfect teeth. But I don't wanna see you gone. We need you, Cap. So far, nothing's happened that can't be undone, if you sign. We can make the last 24 hours legit. Barnes gets transferred to an American psych centre instead of a Wakandan prison.”

He can see the wheels in Steve’s beautiful blond head turning. He can see the man in front of him considering his offer.

Steve frowns thoughtfully and picks up one of the fountain pens from the presentation box. He stands up and paces, then turns to Tony. Behind him, in the control room beyond there are multiple screens on the walls, looking over every inch of the facility. Steve’s always looked big and strong, even in situations like this. Where he’s backed into a corner, not a lot of leg room, barely anywhere to run.

But it’s the kind of place Steve thrives, Tony presumes. ‘I could do this all day’ bullshit coming into play or whatever.

“I'm not saying it's impossible, but there would have to be safeguards,” Steve supplies.

And Tony finally has an inch.

“Sure,” He agrees instantly. “Once we put out the PR fire, those documents can be amended.” He takes the seat previously occupied by Steve. “I'd file a motion to have you and Wanda reinstated—”

“Wanda? What about Wanda?”

“She's fine. She's confined to the compound, currently. Vision's keeping her company,” Tony answers.

“Oh God, Tony!” Of course. Stevie go boom boom. “Every time. Every time I think you see things the right way—”

“What? It's a 100 acres with a lap pool. It's got a screening room. There's worse ways to protect people,” Tony argues.

“Protection?” Steve challenges. “Is that how you see this? This is protection? It's internment, Tony,” His voice rising at the end.

“She's not a US citizen,” Tony argues, his voice rising in retaliation.

“Oh, come on, Tony!”

“And they don't grant visas to weapons of mass destruction!”

“She's a kid!”

“GIVE ME A BREAK!” Tony pleads. “I'm doing what has to be done . . . to stave off something worse.”

But before Steve can say anything—

“No, you’re not.”

He looks at his sister. “It speaks… Apparently only to disagree with me… but it speaks.”

“I’m not disagreeing with you for fun, Tony. You’re blind if you can’t see that.” She bites back from where she’s standing at the other head of the table, opposite him.

“I am doing this for us,” Tony pleads. And why can’t she see that? The rest of them are fine. He expected pushback from Steve but why her? She’s supposed to have his back, always. So why can’t she see that is necessary?

“You’re not. You’re doing this for you.”

“Doesn’t negate the fact that it needs to be done,” Tony counters.

“Sounds pretty arrogant, don’t you think?”

He is well aware of the fact that he’s being arrogant, by why shouldn’t he be? This is inevitable. They are drowning, and he’s trying to get everyone to get on the lifeboat but she seems instant on going down with the Titanic.

“Doesn’t negate the fact that I’m right,” he states.

“For fuck’s sake, Tony! This shit is bigger than your ego.” She slams her hand against the table. And I’m the dramatic one?

“This shit is also bigger than your little crush on baby blue eyes over there,” He says, pointing accusingly at Steve. Is it a cheap shot? Yes. He knows that it is. But a part of him can’t help but feel that it might be true. He knows, he knows that no one can ever make Y/n do anything that she doesn’t want to but part of him—not as tiny as he would like—thinks that this never would’ve happened if Steve wasn’t around. If he wasn’t here, opposing him, she wouldn’t have either. Because when has she ever done that before? She has his back, always. He has hers. It’s always been that way. There is only one thing that has changed in their equation—the Star Spangled Man has started doing the devil’s tango with her.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” She asks, her eyebrows raised. It almost feels like she’s giving him a chance to reconsider, retrace his steps, make something up and try to act like he didn’t insinuate what he just did.

But ever the stubborn asshole, he says, “It means that half the reason you don’t want to sign the accords is that he doesn’t want to sign it.”

“Get over yourself, Tony. I don’t agree with a single thing he’s said,'' she states, contempt clear in her voice. “I’m not on his side. I’m not on his side.” Y/n’s eyes are locked dead into his as she continues, “But I sure as fuck won’t side with you.”

“You—you don’t agree with me?” Steve asks from where he stands diagonal to her, looking more lost than anyone with his intellect, who also happens to be cohabitating with the woman in question, should look.

“No,” she dismisses him without a second thought. Speaking to Tony again, she says, “You cannot actually expect me to—”

Steve chimes in once again, “Then why tell me to go find Bucky?” He runs an exhausted hand over his face.

“You told him to what now?” Tony asks, hands flying up.

“I never told you to find him. You were going to do it anyway, and there was no way of stopping you. I just told you to do it smartly—quietly. But that’s beside the point. I might not think that Sergeant Barnes blew up the UN but I never said I thought your benevolent stand on the Accords was logical,” she dismisses him again. Addressing Tony again, “And don’t you dare act surprised, like you didn’t think I’d—”

“I get to act however the fuck I want—”

Steve cuts off Tony’s protest, and in conjunction does the same to Y/n who was reeling up to meet him punch for punch. “You of all people—you don’t agree with me?”

Tony can hear the challenge in his voice. He knows well enough to know that this challenge just means he’s provoking her to get her attention.

Poor bastard, Tony thinks.

“Of course not, jackass! ‘The safest hands are still our own’?” He wanted her attention, he’s got all of it now. As she turns to face him now, Tony can see the steam flowing out of her ears. “Are you fucking losing it in your old age? The safest hands—?” She lets out the most condescending chuckle Tony’s ever heard. “You have any idea the kind of power we hold? Do you even have a small notion of the sheer magnitude of our power? And I don’t even mean your fucking heavy hitters like Vision, or Thor, or Wanda or—or me! No,” she shakes her head. “I mean fucking Hawkeye!” She exclaims. “Barton is capable of single-handedly taking down militias, mafias, criminal organizations overnight. And you know what that means? That means he can do the same goddamn thing to governments!” Her voice is raging. Tony remembers seeing a version of her like this a long time ago. It was in a courtroom when she was still a prosecutor. “That man, with a fucking bow and arrow can overthrow an entire government, especially in nations which don’t have stability. Nations where the government is a delicate balance managed by constant and relentless negotiations. He can bring down those establishments without breaking a fucking sweat!” Her arms are going wild.

“But he never would—” Steve tries.

She just laughs in his face. “He wouldn’t, is that it? You think he wouldn’t?”

Steve holds his ground. “No,” he states. “I know he wouldn’t.”

She looks at Tony and then back at Steve, a brutal smirk on her face, one which Tony knows leads to nothing but trouble. “You know how I know Barton’s capable of that shit, Steve? You know how I know? I know cause I fucking came up with it!” Oh fuck. “The plan that S.H.I.E.L.D. taught them was devised by me,” Tony remembers being terrified of the prosecutor-version of her sister. “And lemme tell you something else, Stevie boy.” The condescending tone is painful to witness. “There will come a day where Barton might just fucking use it and it will take a lot less than you think. You know how I know that?” Steve doesn’t answer so she does. “I know that because if you hurt Tony, and I don’t mean kill him, I mean just hurt him. Cause him pain, make him bleed, you hurt him, I would drop a building on you in a heartbeat and I will not have a single ounce of remorse for it.”

The pause that follows her statement is chilling.

No, seriously, Tony’s got fucking goosebumps. He’s not fucking around, and she sure as shit isn’t either.

But then, Steve, ever the fearless leader, counters. “Would you rather we give this kind of power away to someone else?”

Wrong question, Cap.

“This is not a discussion on nuclear deterrence, Steve. This is me calling for nuclear disarmament! I’m not saying Barton shouldn’t have that kind of power, I’m saying no one should!”

“But someone does,” Steve reasons.

“Yes, and you really think that doesn’t require oversight? You think when I call us nuclear it’s figurative? Cause it’s not Steve, we aren’t figuratively nuclear, we are literally nuclear,” she states with finality. “I don’t agree with a single line of the Accords because it’s a stupid fucking document that has nothing to do with public safety and everything to do with the privatization of superheroes, but do not confuse that with me being naive enough to think that we—that any of us are anything less than a constant threat to mankind—one bad day away from wreaking unforeseen devastation.”

“Then why not sign the Accords?” Tony finally decides to speak up. What? He went as long as he could without stealing the spotlight. He’s never been a fan of being a side character. “If you think we are capable of such—” he begins pacing, “destruction… why don’t you sign the damn thing?”

But what happens next kinda throws him off his game. Like way off. Because she relaxes. She is not a fiery red like she was when she was ripping Steve a new one, no. She’s calm and collected, like the Y/n he knows. And that kinda scares the shit out of Tony.

“Why are you trying to convince him to sign?” She asks, her head motioning towards Steve.

Tony folds his arms. “If he signs, we stay together. The Avengers stick together, instead of hunting each other down. We—we manage to do some good.”

She huffs. “What will that change?” She asks, sounding almost… annoyed. “What will change if you—a privileged white man gets him—Hitler’s wet fucking dream to sign the accords? What will that change? You think that will legitimize this somehow? That if Captain America signs the damn Accords it won’t be as heinous a document as it is right now?”

Tony wants to answer, but he isn’t given the chance.

“I am not like you, Tony. Not like him. What happens to people like us? The people who aren’t red-blooded American men?” With continued exasperation, she pulls a chair and sits on it. Like she’s taking a break, after a long day’s work. “Let’s put it this way,” she puts her feet on the table, one over the other. “Imagine if tomorrow, some sweet little second-generation immigrant Pakistani girl from I don’t know—Jersey City, let’s say—decides to become a superhero? You know, to defend her people, her small neighbourhood, her community. You make her sign the accords, and sign she does. But then there is a conflict in POK (Pakistan Occupied Kashmir)? There’s hundreds of people, begging for help, her people. But the UN—” she tsks. “—the UN decides what it always does, that they do not need to interfere. They decide that it isn’t a quarrel worth their democratic or military resources, let alone their Superheroic ones.” A beat. “What does she do then? Huh? Does she just sit there and take it? Does she just ignore the people asking for her help?” She clicks her fingers. “Better yet, what if there are hate crimes being committed in her neighbourhood, against her family, her aunty, her abbu or her bhai? What happens when the UN says that all that is too small-scale for her, beneath her? What does she do then?” With her elbow resting on the table, she begins creating small sparks around her fingers, rubbing them together, illuminating a soft pink glow.

“She can’t defy the accords, because unlike you, she doesn’t have the money or resources to get herself out of it. Neither does she have the undying allegiance of “the American people” that people seem to have for Cap over there, because she doesn’t look like him. She looks… different. So tell me, what does this little kid do?”

If he’s being honest, he doesn’t have a comeback to that. So Tony just stands there.

The sparks are gone and she stands too, faces him with her hands in her pockets, “I know I have a lot of privilege and power, and most of it is thanks to Peggy and Howard, and thankful I am. But there is absolutely no point in having this power if I don’t use it to do something worthwhile. To speak for little hypothetical kids like her. I may not be interested in being a hero but I’m not going to strip the chance away from others.”

“But like you said, this is hypothetical,” Tony tries. “The chances of this actually going down, what are they?” He takes a step towards her. “We can’t fight battles based on hypotheticals. And if you want to then, sure. Fine. What if Barton goes rogue tomorrow? You just said he could take down entire governments. So what then?”

Swinging her head from one side to the other, in mild agreement, “Yeah, maybe you’re right. Maybe there isn’t a point. But if Barton ever does go Darkside, we’ll be there to stop it regardless of the Accords. However, with the Accords, the chances that we get to bring him back to the light become lower.”

“If that is what you believe, how can you say you don’t agree with me?” Steve finally speaks up.

She lets out a frustrated grunt. “God. I don’t know how this isn’t getting through either of your thick heads!” She looks from one man to the other and then grunts again, “I am saying that these Accords suck. This one particular document is bad. It makes the individual reveal their identity to the public, which will cause a lot more harm than good for the ones who hide their identity to save the people closest to them. It grants the UN control over the missions we get to go on, taking away our autonomy. It’s an overall shit deal!”

Oh for fuck’s sake.

“We all have to make sacrifices, Y/n!” Tony shouts out. “But if it helps people, I for one, happen to think it’s worth it.”

“It’s not about sacrifices—”

He cuts her off, “Isn’t it? Because you say you want oversight but you oppose every restriction put on you. But I’m sorry to break it to you, Stark; this is what oversight looks like!”

“No it isn’t! This—this is just a leash around our neck, albeit a bedazzled one,” she exclaims and turns away in a frustrated huff, hands running through her hair.

Tony gets that at least. He’s frustrated too. Why can’t you see it?

But then she lets out a small laugh, but it sounds all wrong. It sounds exhausted and scornful. “You remember what you used to say about peace?” She turns to look at him now, a similar exhausted, scornful smile on her lips. “Howard did too. Do you remember it?”

Yes, he does.

Peace means having a bigger stick than the other guy.

But he stays quiet.

“Peace means having a bigger stick than the other guy,” she puts her hands back in her pockets, regaining composure. Then she clicks her tongue. “Well, we’re the biggest stick out there. Do you really think no one else will try to get a bigger one for themselves?”

“Then why not let the sticks decide?” Steve asks, head hung low, hands on his hips.

And suddenly she’s irritated again.

Tony has never seen Y/n be so… agitated before. It’s confusing him.

“Because the sticks are idiots. Sometimes they go all mad scientists and give birth to the next fucking Terminator,” she bites back. Say what you will, Ultron was way better than T1000. For one, he wasn’t fucking stupid. “Or they lose control over their hidden powers and open portals to other dimensions, ready to swallow the world whole.” Oooh. Yeah, that one was not fun. “And other times, they create absolute chaos on the streets of Bucharest to save their childhood best friend,” she says with a pointed look at her boyfriend.

Ouch, Tony thinks, that one’s gotta hurt.

“Even nuclear weapons are less threatening than us, cause at least they don’t have emotions,” she adds, her voice softer than before. She looks tired.

But then, Steve—ever the man to just… talk it out—says, “I don’t agree with Tony but, I don’t understand why you’re acting like we don’t know what we’re talking about? Like we’re kids, being stubborn?”

And that seems to be the straw that breaks the camel’s back. “Because you do know what you’re talking about!” It’s almost as if she blows up. “Steve, this much unchecked power? You know exactly what it is capable of.” But then she turns to Tony, “And fuck! Centralizing this much power?” She shrugs at her own rhetorical question. “Usually ends in fascism.”

Both of them begin to argue. Or try at least. She cuts them off before they can.

Throwing up her hands she says, “Look I don’t care. Believe what you wanna believe, fight for what you wanna fight. All I need is for both of you to be honest enough to admit that you’re doing this for you.” She points to Steve, “You don’t want to give up your freedom.” Then she points to Tony, “You don’t want to live with your guilt.” Running a frustrated hand over her face, she adds, “And I just want all of this to be over.” With that, she walks out.

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dinosaurqueen27 · 2 years

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Nightshade Berries

Seamus Finnigan x fem!reader

Word count: 837

Warnings: None

I TOOK THIS DOWN (out of embarrassment) BECAUSE IT WAS FOUND BY SOMEONE I KNOW BUT IM REALLY PROUD OF IT SO IM PUTTING IT BACK UP!

notes: just a short one shot I had this written ages ago but it was terrible so I fixed it! (Hopefully) Also I imagine the character as being chubby or plus sized but that’s just me it’s not explicitly stated so read it however you like 👍

Gif not mine credits to owner

It was in her first year of Hogwarts that she met Seamus Finnigan. It was only due to unforeseen circumstances that they even became friends.

Potions class had dragged on for a full 30 minuets before anyone even got to look at a cauldron. Everyone was itching to start, all excited to mix the unusual ingredients together to create something magical.

The task was to make a successful forgetfulness potion by the end of the lesson. (Y/N) stood by a long brown bench that spread the width of the room, it was lined with cauldrons, phials, jars and Littered with stains from strange liquids, spilled ink pots and scorch marks from spitting cauldrons.

All students were separated into groups of two, chosen by professor Snape, leaving most students upset with not being able to work with their new friends. (Y/N) had been partnered with a small boy with rather large pixie ears and a thick Irish accent.

"Okay add in two drops of Lethe River water and stir it clockwise." She instructed him. The boy followed the directions and set the spoon on the side. "What do we do now?" He asked. She looked through the book on the desk, it's leather binding falling apart and brown pages withering away. It had been purchased from the second hand shelf in Flourish and Blotts. Though it was dusty and covered in stains (Y/N) loved it all the same her first real spell book.

"Add in 4 crushed mistletoe berries and then we should be done." Seamus nodded and left to the Ingredients cupboard to retrieve the jar of white berries.

"Hey (Y/N) We’re having a nightmare here could you help us out." She looked over to Dean, his spoon had fallen into the cauldron and the sleeves of his robes were soaked in the potion. His partner Neville seemed to be having his own issues. He had dropped his wand and bent down to retrieve it but in standing back up bumped his head on the bottom of the desk knocking a bundle of valerian sprigs onto the floor scattering them all over the place. Dean had a look of distress across his face and (Y/N) couldn't help but chuckle at the poor boy. She walked over to help him out and retrieve his spoon from the red bubbling liquid.

(Y/N) had completely forgotten about Seamus in those three minutes concerned more with gathering all the sprigs together and get the boys a new spoon. That was until she was being tugged across the desk by the back of her robes. "Is it supposed to do that!" Seamus asked in a panicked state. The once ruby red liquid had turned a vile sickly green and was bubbling ferociously.

"No! What did you do?" She asked him. "I put in 4 nightshade berries just like you told me too." He lifted the jar filled with little black berries. There appearance non threatening compared to the damage they could do.

"Mistletoe berries I said Mistletoe Berries Seamus." She covered her face with her hands. "Look it's moving..." He announced. They both turned to look over the edge of the cauldron and watched the constant harsh bubbling rattled the table and everything on its surface until it suddenly stopped and remained still. They both peered into the cauldron and watched as a large bubble formed on the surface of the liquid.

BOOM!

Black soot and smoke was sent up towards their faces and the smell of putrid sick and singed hair hung in the air. "AAAAHHH!"

"Your eyebrows!" She exclaimed they were burnt clean off of his face and replaced with patches of black soot. "Your hair!" He shouted as he pointed at her. 'Oh no oh god please no don't be true' She walked towards the window and stared at her reflection the left side of her hair had been singed short and was covered in black ash along with her face and robes.

"(Y/L/N), Finnigan." Snape walked to wards the two crispy looking children. "Get out of my classroom that's 25 points each from your houses, go and clean yourselves up." The rest of the class sat giggling quietly at the misfortune of the two as they left the class, finding it rather hilarious. That is until Snape picked up the closest book and slammed it onto the desk instantly silencing them.

While walking along the corridor on the way to the hospital wing (Y/N) decided to end the silence between them. "This was your fault you know, if you had just listened to me we wouldn't be in this situation.” "Yeah well at least we're okay, it could have been worse." She stared at him with a blank expression until her lip quirked slightly up . "Yeah actually your right, I could have ended up with no eyebrows." she teased and walked away. "Well that's not very nice!" He called after her rushing to catch up.

“Let’s hope Madam Pomfry has something for hair regrowth.”

#harry potter #seamus #x reader #seamus finnigan #harry potter x y/n #oneshot #chubby reader #fem!reader #plus size reader

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letstalkwhump · 1 year

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Let's Talk Whump No. 10

Welcome to Let’s Talk Whump, a series of interviews that spotlight the amazing people in our whump community. I’m Malice and I’ll be your host.

Today we have @suspicious-pools-of-blood joining us to share his whump story!

Tell us a fact or two about yourself!

I'm a butch (he/him) and I enjoy rock climbing, leatherworking, and losing my entire goddamn mind over Xena: Warrior Princess.

What does whump mean to you?

To me it can range anywhere from a trope to a vibe involving some kind of hurt. I definitely consider angst to be whump.

How did you find the whump community?

It was actually very straightforward; I was up one night and the word "whump" kept rattling around my brain, I'd probably seen it tagging a fanfic at some point, but I didn't know what it meant, so I looked it up and found a definition followed by the Tumblr community. Specifically, it was albino-whumpee's writing that came up, so I was introduced to whump and box boys and WRU all at once. I stayed up all night reading their stuff and then made a sideblog and dove in, dragging my OCs down with me.

Do you think your views on whump has changed? Maybe the way you consume whump media?

This community was basically my first foray into reading original fiction online instead of just fanfic, and now that's definitely what I read most.

Favourite whump trope?

One of my favorite tropes is carewhumpers--not of the bad caretaker variety, but more whumpers who don't let whumpee have any caretaker but whumper themself. Relatedly, I like captor bonding (not sure if that's an actual term, but that's what I call it because the term Stockholm syndrome has a super gross history), as well as intimate whumpers, nsfwhump/noncon/dubcon, slavery, power imbalances, etc. Also a big fan of a whumpee who internalizes their hurt hard enough to become a whumper against a new whumpee, continuing the cycle of violence and abuse rather than the typical whumped-turned-whumper trope where the two characters just switch roles. I really like the mental/emotional side of whump, seeing how both whumper and whumpee feel about what's happening, why whumper does what they do, and how the whump changes both of them as people.

And your favourite piece you've written?

Really hard to pick, but currently I'll have to go with Not You Too and its companion piece Wish . It's more angst than any physical whump, but it's an important piece for developing and understanding the psyche of my main character.

What's your writing style like?

Oh man, calling myself out here on this one. Don't be like me, kids. Often times I find that not being sober helps me get over mental blocks that prevent me from getting the words onto the page. It depends on what I'm writing, but usually a couple bourbon old fashioneds or an edible get me into the mood to write, night time, lights off, candle lit on my desk, relevant OC or WIP playlist playing. I'm trying to get better about that though because needing to be intoxicated to write is not good. I try to write regularly but usually I just end up sitting in front of my Notion board for hours on end while procrastinating on work I should be doing.

Is there anything you struggle with writing?

Cisheterosexuality is fuckin impossible for me to write. I have no experience with it so I'm profoundly confused when I have to write about it for plot reasons

Is there anything you're working on at the moment?

The current piece I'm working on is my main character's first time sleeping with another woman. I am, if nothing else, committed to realism in writing, so I did spend more time than I wanted to today remembering my own first time and cringing but hey, at least I got the vibe!

Do you have any writing advice?

Make some lil guys and rotate them in your mind; literally no one can stop you

Shout out time!

@winedark-whumpk-whump has some truly fantastic stories and was really encouraging when I was struggling with engagement and feeling self-conscious about my original content.

Anything you'd like to add?

Thank you so much for this interview, this was lots of fun!

Thank you for joining us, @suspicious-pools-of-bloodod ! It was great to have you here!

And to all you folks at home, have a whump-derful day!

#whump community #whump interviews

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incorrectshantaequotes · 7 months

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REVERSAL AU - Mermaid Falls

So the Reversal AU talk yesterday reminded me: a few weeks ago I actually had an idea for another transcript for this AU, and just...kinda forgot to write it down afterwards? Whoops. In any case - here's a transcript for how Mermaid Falls would go in the Reversal AU!

NOTE: If you're new or need a refresher for how these work, take a look at these earlier transcripts

[With a flash of purple light, RATTLE, RISKY, and BLAST appear at the beginning of Mermaid Falls]

RATTLE: And here we are! Mermai-HRRK!

RISKY: Rattle!? Are you-

BLAST: Wow, I didn't know bones could look that green!

RATTLE: I'm fine, I'm fine! URF. Mostly. Long range teleportation is a bit of a new one. Really takes it out of me.

RATTLE: I just...might need another second to keep my head from spinning or spilling my non-existent guts...

RISKY: "Another second?" You look one bad step away from death's door! And you're already mostly bones!

RATTLE: That...might be a contributing factor to your assessment there, Risky-

RISKY: You're sitting this one OUT, Rattle. Just get some rest and wait until we need to be teleported out of Scuttle Town. This mission might be better off solo, anyway.

BLAST: Hey, don't forget about me!

RISKY: Like I said. Solo.

BLAST: Aw, don't be so down on yourself, Risky! I'm sure you can do...something important, probably. You just gotta have confidence! Like me! BLAMMO!

RISKY: Is that what you call it? Well, if it helps you sleep at night...

BLAST: Well, enough chit chat! We're already here! Mermaid Falls! Home of mermaids! Maidens! Uh...seashells...? Can't think of a fourth thing...

BLAST: ...what are we doing here again?

RISKY: SIGH. Alright, from the top:

RISKY: The queen of the mermaids is being held hostage by Huntress Baron. None of the locals know what she wants, just that she captured the queen a few days ago and dragged her off to an unknown location.

RISKY: She's also, apparently, been cutting down all the trees in the area - I can hardly imagine what for, but it can't be good for the mermaid queen...

BLAST: You mean the GIGA MERMAID?

RISKY: Okay, honestly, why does EVERYONE keep calling her that? She's not some sort of comic book character! "Giga" is not a proper royal title.

BLAST: It is if you're big enough!

RISKY: And...how big is she?

BLAST: KAPOW! No idea! Gotta be pretty big though.

RISKY: Uh huh.

RISKY: In any case, our first priority is to save the mermaid queen-

BLAST: Giga Mermaid.

RISKY: Ugh, fine! Our first priority is to save the..."Giga Mermaid"...and after that, we can ask about the Eternal Seafoam Mimic needs for the insulation of his machine.

BLAST: Oh yeah, that thing! That big thing that'll generate a shield to keep out all the pirate and monster attacks on Scuttle Town! The thing that'll effectively do your job but better for the rest of all time! That one!

RISKY: ...

BLAST: You know, now that I say that out loud - why are you helping Mimic with that, exactly? Like, personally I wouldn't mind the vacation, but uh, you kinda sound like you're getting a raw deal here-

RISKY: It's not about ME, you OAF! This is a matter of Scuttle Town's SAFETY! Yes, this...does mean that I'll be...giving up my one true goal and drive in life...but if THAT'S what it takes for Scuttle Town to have PEACE and COMFORT, that is a sacrifice I'll GLADLY take!

RISKY: VERY. GLADLY.

BLAST: WOAH, mayday, MAYDAY! Entering hostile territory! Going down...kaSPLOOSH!

BLAST: Alright, message recieved! Help Mimic build the device to replace you! Got it!

BLAST: ...I mean, sure, if I was in your position, I'd tell him to shove it up his-

RISKY: BLAST.

BLAST: Shutting up now! Shutting up. Yup! What were we talking about?

RISKY: Huntress Baron.

BLAST: Right! She's got Giga Mermaid captured, yeah? I'll handle that no problem! She'll be no match for my PERFECT PLAN!

RATTLE: You already have a plan? That fast?

BLAST: Yup! I'm just that good! Here's how it goes:

BLAST: Step one: I introduce her to my two boys here - KABOOM, and KERBLAM!

BLAST: Step two: she LOSES!

RATTLE: ...is that it?

BLAST: Well, I was considering adding a third step where I do a victory dance, but that seems like a bit much.

RATTLE: Blast, it's going to be a lot harder than that - she may not be a traditional Baron, but Huntress Baron is no joke.

RATTLE: Not to mention, the mermaids in this area must be tense with their leader so vulnerable. If you act rashly instead of taking the time to explain the situation to them, they might-

BLAST: Alright, we've spent enough time talking! Time for some ACTION!

RATTLE: Blast-!

BLAST: Here we go!

[BLAST charges off-screen into Mermaid Falls]

BLAST: BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAASTTTTTTTTT...

RATTLE: ...wait...

BLAST: ...OFFFFFFFFFFFF! SHAPOW!

RATTLE: ...

RATTLE: Oh my gosh, he just ran in.

RISKY: Yup.

RATTLE: Did he forget how Huntress Baron was hired to headhunt the king of Sequin Land?

RISKY: Yup.

RATTLE: And how she was NEARLY ABLE TO SUCCEED!?

RISKY: Yyyyyyup.

RATTLE: I-How-WHY is he like this?

RISKY: Honestly, I don't know what you were expecting. It's BLAST. Subtle is not his middle, last, or first name.

RISKY: Or even on his family tree for that matter.

RISKY: He was never going to agree to any plan you or I put together.

RATTLE: ...I guess you're right...but at least I can be confident that YOU'RE going to take a few minutes to carefully form a plan, Risky.

RISKY: ...

RATTLE: You are going to take a few minutes to plan, right, Risky?

RISKY: ...

RATTLE: Risky.

RISKY: Well, I'm not charging in BLINDLY-

RATTLE: RISKY!

RISKY: Will you relax? If there's one thing Blast is good at, it's being a human - or, well, cyclops - wrecking ball. I doubt I'll have to deal with much opposition here.

RATTLE: And HUNTRESS BARON?

RISKY: Dangerous, and Blast has more hot air in his head than brains for thinking she'll be that easy to fight, but you already knew that, and unlike you, I've MET her.

RISKY: The woman's an utter loon! I hardly imagine her demands are anything we need to worry about. I'll see what they are, and if they're harmless, it will be no trouble to fulfill them at all. If not...well, ideally, it'll be easy to talk her down.

RISKY: I'll still prepare for a fight if necessary, of course, but while this is a serious situation, I highly doubt it'll be as dangerous as you think.

RATTLE: Right. Not as dangerous as I think. Like that one time when we were kids, and you-

RISKY: WELL, WILL YOU LOOK AT THE TIME! Places to go, mermaid royalty to save, I'm sure Blast caught himself in a net somewhere- see you later, Rattle! Don't move from that spot!

[RISKY runs off-screen into Mermaid Falls.]

RATTLE: ...SIGH...I should hang out with 'Pod more. At least he PRETENDS to listen to me when I warn him about danger.

~~~~

[RISKY runs into scene to see BLAST, strung up in a net. He's notably crying his singular eye out, but RISKY doesn't notice yet]

RISKY: Huh, what do you know? I managed to call it.

RISKY: So, Blast. How's that perfect plan of yours working-

BLAST: BWUH-HUHHUHUHUHUH!

RISKY: Huh?

BLAST: BWUHUHUH-WUH-WUH!

RISKY: You're...crying?

BLAST: *incomprehensible gibberish*

RISKY: This is...I think this is the first time I've seen you break down since...well, as long as I've known you.

RISKY: ...

RISKY: Is this about earlier? I...Look, I'm SORRY, okay? I shouldn't have snapped at you like that; frankly, you're not nearly as bad as you used to be.

RISKY: I just...I suppose it DOES bother me that I'm going to be replaced by a mere machine. A little bit. Let alone that I've ALREADY been replaced by that smug, irritating, twin-tailed, HALF-BRAINED-!

RISKY: Ahem. But I can't make this about ME. It's my job, my DUTY to protect people. And can I really call myself a hero if I put my own hopes and dreams before the safety of the town I was entrusted with?

RISKY: ...even if it means I won't be the one protecting it?

RISKY: ...

RISKY: I'm sure this all sounds like dead air to you, hollow words from a poison-tipped tongue, but I truly am sorry. If there's anything I can do-

BLAST: MY COOOOOOOAAAAAT!

RISKY: ...I beg your pardon?

BLAST: My beautiful, BEAUTIFUL cooo-oa-oa-oat! She BURNED IT! She burned it right in front of my eye!

RISKY: What.

BLAST: I should have listened to whatever boring nonsense Rattle was saying earlier! That coat was the coolest thing I owned! My heroic signature! My BABY! And she BURNED IT!

BLAST: Who is Blast without his cool longcoat? That blue coat flapping in the wind as he flexes his arms heroically? All I am without it is a buff cyclops who makes explosion noises! DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY OF THOSE THERE ARE IN SEQUIN LAND!?

RISKY: Just you. It's literally just you.

BLAST: Oh no, it's even worse than I thought! I'm going to be a social pariah! A WEIRDO! They'll laugh at me in the streets! These woods...these woods will become my new home.

BLAST: No longer will my name be BLAST. Now...all will know me as...BOBO-

RISKY: Oh, will you STOP THAT!? You're draining my tolerance for incoherent rambling, and I need to save it for Huntress Baron. Here, give me a minute...

[RISKY stands in place for a moment as a series of blueprints form above her head. After a few moments, a blue coat is formed, which drops onto RISKY and causes her to briefly play the ITEM GET animation before tossing it to BLAST.]

BLAST: Wait, what's this?

RISKY: A new coat. Surprisingly, clothing isn't all that different from my golems...I think. There's a chance it may try to bite you. Other than that, it's practically identical.

RISKY: I also went ahead and did you a favor in making it fireproof. Honestly, I don't know why you didn't have it fireproofed already, what with the amount of explosions you surround yourself with-

BLAST: Ah, SWEET! Risky, you're a lifesaver! Thank you! That Dynamo may be able to protect our town, but it will NEVER replace that heart of yours!

RISKY: I...well, I never thought I would say this, but- thank you, Blast. I really needed to hear that.

RISKY: ...were you even crying about the coat to begin with?

BLAST: Oh, KABLAMMO, one hundred percent! This coat is my baby and I will personally deck anyone who insists otherwise! This adventure will emotionally scar me for life and Huntress Baron is a heartless monster who needs to be stopped.

RISKY: Ah. Well, I suppose it's good to know I DID genuinely help there.

RISKY: I don't suppose you managed to get any information other than the fact that Huntress Baron is a pyromaniac?

BLAST: There WAS one thing that was kinda weird. When she set my coat on fire, she kinda just...glared at it after a few seconds. Muttered something about "not big enough" and then kicked it into the water. SPLISH!

RISKY: "Splish?"

BLAST: Underwater torpedo.

RISKY: Got it. You're right, that IS unusual, but not particularly HELPFUL. What on earth does fire have to do with a hostage situation?

BLAST: I mean, who knows what goes on in that crazy mind of hers? Other than terrible thoughts of hurting everything you hold dear and making you watch.

RISKY: Of course. Other than that.

BLAST: Well, you go on ahead! Normally, this would be the part where I'd flex to break the ropes of the net and save the day with my renewed heroic gusto, but uh...

BLAST: ...you need this more than me, so I'll let you take this one. Savor the moment. Mark this day on the calendar, Risky, because this is the one and ONLY freebie I'm giving you!

RISKY: As should be expected, of course. The Brilliant and Bodacious Blast can't allow himself to fall behind for too long, now can he?

BLAST: WAPOW! Exactly! Glad we're on the same page, Risky! Now go out there and do some good work, soldier!

RISKY: It'll be my PLEASURE.

[Risky runs off, about to exit off-screen, but stops just before she does]

RISKY: And...I can't believe I'm about to say this...SKA-POOSH!

BLAST: "Ska-poosh?" That is a TERRIBLE explosion noise. Zero out of five stars.

RISKY: Oh, SHUT UP! You used "Splish" earlier! I can just leave you here, you know, don't think I won't!

[RISKY resumes her run, now fully off-screen]

~~~~

[RISKY runs in on what appears to be a camping site, stopping a few feet away from a fire pit. GIGA MERMAID is visibly bound and gagged in the background, and HUNTRESS BARON is sharpening a hunting knife on a stick]

RISKY: URK! By the crusty barnacles at the bottom of the sea, she's HUGE! As nonsensical as that title first sounded, I'm starting to see Blast's point about size...

RISKY: ...

RISKY: Hmm. Blast made three meaningful and insightful comments today, and yet there's no pigs flying. I never thought I would see the day.

RISKY: But, putting that aside for now...

RISKY: Hold it, HUNTRESS BARON!

HUNTRESS BARON: Hmm? What was that noise? It sounded like...

HUNTRESS BARON: Oh. I know you.

RISKY: Glad to see the recognition.

HUNTRESS BARON: Yessssss...you were that little mouse, weren't you? That little RAT who cost me the BIGGEST PAYDAY OF MY CAREER.

RISKY: Uh-

HUNTRESS BARON: Do you know what that money could have gotten me? A king's head isn't cheap, you know. I would have been set for life. Free from a life of crime to do as I wish.

RISKY: I-

HUNTRESS BARON: I wouldn't have done that, of course, I could NEVER give up on my passion, but I could've gone overseas. I could've gone to the annual meeting of the Hunter's Guild.

RISKY: Hunter's Guild?

HUNTRESS BARON: Oh, they invite me every year. And every year, I can't go, because I don't believe in boats. No one ELSE realizes they're a scam made by the SEAGULLS to FEAST ON OUR FLESH, but I know better. I know better...

RISKY: ...

HUNTRESS BARON: But that much money could have been enough to afford the services of someone who can teleport. I could've gone there this time - for the first time in years, I could have seen their smiling faces, tears in their eyes as we finally reunite...

RISKY: Well, that's terribly unfortunate, but no matter how badly you want to see your-

HUNTRESS BARON: ...and THEN I could finally add them all to my trophy room, those insufferable little cretins! DRAKE's pelt could go over the fireplace, COLOMBUS' head would make for a lovely lamp, and Petunia, PETUNIA-!

RISKY: ENOUGH! Ignoring your...incredibly disturbing home decoration plans for the moment - what do you want with Giga Mermaid!?

HUNTRESS BARON: Huh?

RISKY: Your demands. For the hostage situation with her.

HUNTRESS BARON: Who?

RISKY: The mermaid queen.

HUNTRESS BARON: ...

RISKY: The giant mermaid you have tied up right behind you!?

HUNTRESS BARON: Oh, is that who she is? I hadn't noticed!

RISKY: ...

HUNTRESS BARON: ...

RISKY: ...are you going to say anything, or-

HUNTRESS BARON: Wait. Who said anything about a hostage? I never said anything about a hostage. WHO TOLD YOU THAT!?

RISKY: The locals. The mermaids. Literally everyone with eyes.

HUNTRESS BARON: Hmph! Well, I never told THEM I had a hostage. So rude of them to assume. Where'd they even get that ridiculous idea?

RISKY: I don't know, maybe it has to do with the fact that you have Giga Mermaid BOUND AND GAGGED?

HUNTRESS BARON: Oh, that's not because I'm holding her hostage.

RISKY: It isn't?

HUNTRESS BARON: Mhm. I have a completely justified reason for tying her up.

HUNTRESS BARON: It's very personal.

HUNTRESS BARON: And very private.

RISKY: ...

HUNTRESS BARON: ...

RISKY: And that reason would be...?

HUNTRESS BARON: I'm cooking her.

RISKY: You're WHAT!?

HUNTRESS BARON: I KNOW! This firewood is FAR too damp to get anything close to the proper size I'd need to cook her fully! I thought the pelt of that strange blue exploding creature would make a good firestarter, but it didn't have any nitroglycerine like I expected. Must have been faking the explosions somehow-

RISKY: That is a PERSON! She may be bigger than a house and an entirely different species, but that is still a PERSON, with her own thoughts, and dreams, and RIGHTS!

RISKY: What you're doing may not be cannibalism, but it's STILL morally and objectively wrong on every level!

HUNTRESS BARON: Well, of course it isn't cannibalism, I'm only eating the FISH half. I'm not a monster.

RISKY: THAT'S STILL! HALF! OF HER! ENTIRE! BODY! YOU! UTTER! NITWIT! You can't just pop off the fish tail and get human legs inside; that's not how mermaids work!

HUNTRESS BARON: Huh...you know, I never thought about it that way! In that case, I'll just eat all of her, then! No need to waste perfectly good food! You know, little mouse, you really aren't that bad after all!

RISKY: HUNTRESS BARON. By my authority as a (former) Genie Guardian, I AM PLACING YOU UNDER ARREST!

HUNTRESS BARON: WHAT!? I can't go back, I've made too many enemies! WHO WILL POLISH THEIR PLACES IN THE TROPHY ROOM IF I'M NOT THERE!? You'll never take me alive!

RISKY: ...haven't you never been caught in your entire career?

HUNTRESS BARON: Oh yeah, I forgot! You're still not taking me alive though. Or leaving here alive, for that matter.

[The screen shakes a few times immediately after HUNTRESS BARON says that]

RISKY: ...what was that?

HUNTRESS BARON: Oh, did you never meet Wobble Bell? How silly of me to forget! Here, let me introduce you two!

HUNTRESS BARON: Oh, WOBBLE BELL~!

[HUNTRESS BARON whistles, and a few moments later, the massive form of WOBBLE BELL leaps onto the screen with a loud bark]

RISKY: You call that THING Wobble Bell!?

HUNTRESS BARON: Wobble Bell is not a thing! Wobble Bell is the greatest and goodest boy in the whole wide world! Aren't you, boy? Yes you are, oh yes you are!

[WOBBLE BELL barks in affirmation]

HUNTRESS BARON: And look! Since you've been such a good boy, I even got you a new toy!

RISKY: "New toy?" Where...oh no.

[WOBBLE BELL starts barking in excitement]

RISKY: Not a toy, not a toy, NOT A TOY!

HUNTRESS BARON: Well, SOMEONE'S excited to play! And who am I to deny you? Now, Wobble Bell...

HUNTRESS BARON: GO FETCH.

[Cue the boss fight]

~~~~

[After the obligatory boss fight explosions]

HUNTRESS BARON: WOBBLE BELL! NOOOOOOOOO! You were too young for this world! How dare you, you MONSTER!

RISKY: Oh, quit being so dramatic! He's just knocked out.

HUNTRESS BARON: YOOOOOUUUUUUUU...you know, little mouse, I. Have had. Just about ENOUGH of YOU-

[At that moment, GIGA MERMAID manages to snap the ropes binding her, and tears off her gag to growl menacingly at HUNTRESS BARON]

HUNTRESS BARON: ...

HUNTRESS BARON: On second thought, I'm going to go home. Have a nice day!

[HUNTRESS BARON starts to walk away. RISKY loads an automated crossbolt launcher, aims, and fires, sending HUNTRESS BARON flying off-screen]

RISKY: Hmph! It'll take more than an overgrown mutt to handle me.

RISKY: I see you managed to free yourself, your highness. I'm sure you want to take time to reassure your subjects and catch up on the goings-on of Mermaid Falls while you were captured here. I'll be back in a few hours to-

[GIGA MERMAID makes a noise, and RISKY looks shocked]

RISKY: Oh. Meet up by the docks as soon as possible? That's...certainly doable. I won't be one to turn down a royal invitation.

[The screen fades out to black]

~~~~

[The screen fades back in to the docks. RISKY, BLAST, and RATTLE walk in, and GIGA MERMAID comes out of the water with a gentle smile along with several other mermaids]

BLAST: So what's this all about?

[GIGA MERMAID makes a noise and gestures]

RISKY: From my understanding, this is all to...personally thank me for my efforts?

RATTLE: Wow, really! That's impressive! You must have done a great job! Maybe I shouldn't have been so worried after all.

RISKY: ...er.

[GIGA MERMAID makes some more noises, then dips down into the waters]

RISKY: "For your passion for life and bravery in the face of death, I present to you one of the sacred marine royal treasures..."

[GIGA MERMAID comes back up and presents a massive ball made of white bubbles]

RISKY: It's- An ENTIRE BALL of Eternal Seafoam! More than enough for Mimic's Dynamo!

RISKY: I...I don't know what to say. I-

BLAST: Oh, just take it already! You really should get some self-confidence!

RISKY: You're right, I should. I can't let you have FOUR valid points in a row, then we might actually have problems.

RATTLE: ...What on earth happened while I was benched?

RISKY: Don't worry about it. Your highness, I humbly and gladly accept your gift. I'll make sure to put it to good use.

[GIGA MERMAID hands over the ball of eternal seafoam over, causing RISKY to briefly play the item get animation before the scene resumes]

BLAST: You know, I wouldn't mind a gift myself...

RISKY: Blast DID provide a surprising amount of moral support today, even if all he did physically was get caught in a net.

[GIGA MERMAID and the other mermaids dive down. After a few moments, they resurface, and GIGA MERMAID makes a noise]

BLAST: Well, come on! Don't wait for me to go TICK TICK, BOOM! What'd she say!?

RISKY: ...she said she'll allow you to slip on a fish as a mermaid tail and swim around for a few hours.

BLAST: SHABAM! HECK YEAH! I am DOWN for being a mermaid! Where are the nearest seashells, I need to get ready!

[BLAST runs off-screen, presumably in search of seashells, while RATTLE stares on after him]

RATTLE: Again. What on EARTH happened while I was benched?

RISKY: Actually, unless something happened to Blast while I was fighting the giant dog, I'm fairly certain this is all him. I guess he just really likes the idea of being a mermaid.

RATTLE: ...run that first part by me again?

RISKY: Later. Back in Scuttle Town, so I don't have to be embarrassed in public when you inevitably become insufferable.

RATTLE: Hmmm...sounds promising. I guess we all managed to get a gift here!

RISKY: Oh no, it's already starting...is it too late to switch rewards with Blast?

[STAGE CLEAR]

#shantae #not a quote #reversal au #long quote

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Woopsie, I Put Too Much Effort Into A Character Song Playlist (Zib)

Just showing off some contextual brain worms. Feel free to toy with it as hyperfix fuel, art/fic ideas, a discussion starter, or just to know what’s been rattling around in my ears lately. Addition suggestions welcome. No particular order to arrangement.

Breakdown/Preview below:

Outer Science, English Ver. [Kuraiinu]

Song artist: Jin (covered by Kuraiinu, English lyrics by Kuraiinu)

Fact of fun: The story told in the original song is part of a whole rabbit hole of a work, the Kagerou Project. Outer Science is specifically about one very bad ending out of a huge branch of connected timelines and possible “routes”.

Sorter’s note: This badass track is a huge favorite of mine both with and without even considering this character list, but holy shit did I find it appropriate for this purpose- from the action, the vibes, and especially for it to center around another villain as utterly maniacal as the star of the list. In my little headspace I love to imagine it mostly addressed from Zib’s perspective toward our main timeline’s Dib.

Sample lyrics:

[Does it matter when you, will soon awaken anew

That I’m reveling in every suffering just like a demon?

“Ahh why! No! Why!” you howl and cry

“I never wanted this” you lie..!

Look into my own eyes, there lies your fate and demise

And I know there another fated eloquent master awaits]

[Ahh, not enough, I can’t evade the desire

To eat up their darkened hearts upon the pyre

Taking ahold of every one of their lives

I’m buried in their eyes

Ahh, it’s also in you, deep down inside

The power bigger than them all, Combining Eyes..?

Yes, within this sad tragedy

You are the “queen”]

[How pitiful to live and die

Time and again you all defy

Though it will end the same, you keep resetting the game

Remiss and pain all aflame

Crying, howling, ever writhing]

Broadcast Illusion

Song artist: GHOST & Pals

Fact of fun: This is effectively a remake of one of GHOST’s earlier works, “Colorbars” and was the last song released as part of their Communications project before the series cancellation.

Sorter’s note: With the instrumental stylizations and dark themes of this piece outright, I hope my associations with the favored freak become self evident.

Sample lyrics:

[We’ll wake up in a singular reality

The death of a nation

A toxic reaction

So scream and shout, make a whole lotta noise

Don’t be afraid, let the night run out

Well, after all, it’s a television show

A telecast promoting vertigo]

[A moment in time to reconcile

Came a little too late, and now it’s gone

A moment in history

Produced by the broken and thrown away

And I’m already here

For you to see, for you to see, to see you

I’ve always been here]

Goodbye Moonmen

Song artist: Ryan Elder (Cover by Shadyvox)

Fact of fun: It’s generally accepted that this song was composed in a way to parody/tribute the musical style of David Bowie

Sorter’s note: I felt this one fitted Zib to the point of comedy. The original context of the song was literally about a universe-wide genocide with xenophobic motivations. To me this might as well have been going through his head in canon had he gotten his way.

Sample Lyrics:

[The worlds can be one together

Cosmos without hatred

Stars like diamonds in your eyes

The ground can be space, space, space, space, space

With feet marchin' towards a peaceful sky

All the moonmen want things their way

But we make sure they see the sun

Goodbye, moonmen

You say goodbye, moonmen

Goodbye, moonmen

Oh, goodbye]

Final Transmission (Remix)

Song artist: Remixed by The Living Tombstone

Fact of fun: The original version was by Temporal Walker & Voodoopony

Sorter’s note: Delicious Title. Pretty darn catchy on its own. Trippy AND sad when you think about it for too long.

Sample Lyrics:

[He feels it in his stomach and in his bones

The weight is lifted now, he's never going home

Drifting in silence, now he's all alone

Difference is that now, there's no need to atone

Spaceman, that's what they said he was

Head up in the clouds, he never put up a fuss…]

[Eyelids getting heavy, sleep it off now kid

Everyone now knows exactly what you did

Go on, finish up the fuse that you lit

It doesn't matter now, cause we'll see you in a bit

Tapestry of nightlights above and below

Sanity coiled tight, the Earth he'll out grow

Amnesty a slight, too late to forego

Vanity benight, all to do now is let go]

Control

Song artist: Halsey (pitch edit presumably by Lunarex)

Sample Lyrics:

[I paced around for hours on empty

I jumped at the slightest of sounds

And I couldn't stand the person inside me

I turned all the mirrors around

I'm bigger than my body

I'm colder than this home

I'm meaner than my demons

I'm bigger than these bones

And all the kids cried out, "Please stop, you're scaring me"

I can't help this awful energy

God damn right, you should be scared of me

Who is in control?

I'm well acquainted with villains that live in my head

They beg me to write them so they'll never die when I'm dead]

Bacterial Contamination [Bookiezz]

Song artist: Kanimiso-P (covered by Bookiezz)

Fact of fun: The original music video with Hatsune Miku is super famous for good reason, and it’s actually a terrifying piece of art. The song by itself carries a really sad story involving themes of alienation, the vicious cycle of bullying, and possibly suicide, depending on how you interpret its ambiguous ending. There’s also a lot of body horror in the fashion of arthropod imagery, and that’s neat. This pick happens to be my favorite version of it, something about the part with the laughter still gives me actual chills.

Sorter’s note: I’m keeping it a secret for now what segment of the song I’m referring to but I actually started working on storyboarding for a brief animation of Zib to an audio snippet earlier this month.

Sample lyrics (approx. translated):

[Bacterial Contamination

You're not worth believing in my mind

Recently my "common sense" has corroded

I can't even hold my purity

The contamination is spreading

You’ll want to become stronger

Even if I barely survive

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts]

[My contamination has healed

I’ve been starting to feel much better

All because I transmitted it to her

Aha Aha Aha AHAHAHA…

Bacterial Contamination

Everyone's infected wounds keep bleeding

Killing themselves from contamination

They can't even die with grace now

The contamination has spread

None of you are here; you're dead in my mind

I'm eventually alone

It hurts (x13)]

The Distortionist -

Song Artist: GHOST & Pals

Sorter’s note: Oh hey look, a ditty specifically about gaslighty, abusive assholes for the self loathing bug bastard that started his own cult.

Sample Lyrics:

[Surely you can see the problem

I don't wanna lose my own reflection

A deplorable perception of me

Was none other than an image of you

You're making a wreck of broken glass and leaving me a fuckin' mess!

Bending light in a way that shows exactly how the story goes]

[In all this madness, it's madness

Oh-ho, it's sickening, it's sickening

You know it's unfair, it's unfair

How you distorted my reflection

You know it's too late…

You're lost in a world of funhouse mirrors, twisted for eternity

Bending light in a way that shows refraction of hypocrisy

Whimsical, dear, your lies are clear, now, who the hell would've ever guessed?

Play my games and abide my ways, there's no way you can compensate]

CORROSION

Song Artist: R.I.P.

Sorter’s note: I’m just gonna let “I've lived in fear my whole life; I'll give you a taste, you can't change my mind” speak for itself. This is one of the more tragedy flavored ones.

Sample Lyrics:

[Don't you know? I'm truly evil, and

Everybody 'round me's dropping dead!

Overflowing, oddly gleeful, and

You're all blue and cold, yet painted red!

Undergone drastic changes

Oh, it's the only thing that's left for me

All along I've known it's wrong

But I can't fix what I am

It's all I know

Low and behold!

I'm truly evil, and

You're a person standing in my way!

Have I shown I can be lethal

I'll leave them all to rot and to decay

Hold on tight, it will be painful

Oh, it's more than your weak mind can conceive

You're all blind, I'll take what's mine

Oh, I wish I could restrain

It's all I can be]

Wake Up!

Song Artist: Oomph!

Fact of fun: The German version of this song goes really hard too.

Sorter’s note: This one was selected more to reflect the broader nature of the Zimvoid and the hierarchy itself.

Sample Lyrics:

[Got no time for waiting

Got no time to waste

Everywhere machines here

Set a deadly pace

Got no time for questions

You have work to do

Got no time to stand now

If you stop, you lose]

[Your life is seeping through your fingers like sand

And time, it flies like the wind

You run in circles and you're losing your mind

But all you want is to win

Just breathe in

Then breathe out

Wake up! Now you're stuck in this game

And even if you run, the score is the same

Wake up! Now you're stuck in this game

You're just stuck in this game]

Confrontation

Song Artist: Frank Wildhorn, Et al.

Fact of fun: yeah yeah it’s from that Jekyll and Hyde Musical. The one people been making animatics of forever and they had every right to be because it’s still good decades later.

Sorter’s note: A little red meat for some of you who like to toy with the two minds, one body idea/headcanon, or your cute little corruption arc narratives.

Sample Lyrics:

[This is not a dream, my friend

And it will never end!

This one is the nightmare that goes on!

Hyde is here to stay,

No matter what you may pretend,

And He'll flourish, long after you're gone!

Soon you will die, and my memory will hide you!

You cannot choose but to lose control.

You can't control me! I live deep inside you!

Each day you'll feel me devour your soul!]

Amygdala’s Ragdoll -

Song Artist: GHOST & Pals

Fact of fun: For some reason the chorus of this caught on as a little animation trend once. Think they dubbed it the Trypophobia Meme. If I do actually ever do something with it myself, I know I’m not calling it that.

Sample Lyrics:

[Today something changed

I figured it’s true

The frontal lobe placed me behind my own strings

‘Cus I defy the way the game works

I’ll say it again, I’m only getting worse]

[Say we take what had been torn apart

Say we mend any patchwork discord

Turning eyes to the trypo-puppeteer

Waiting for the world to burn

So, One two three, and we’ll tie the tourniquet

Larvae eating away at everything

Word goes ‘round, I’m the trypo-puppeteer

Laugh along, I’m spreading holes

Now I know this has always been my fault

and I can’t inhale anymore]

Honorable Mentions:

• C e n t i p e d e by GHOST & Pals, omitted for personal and practical reasons.

• Honey I’m Home, another GHOST hit, omitted because most of my Zib association with that goes along with my personal “darker harvest” theory/headcannon

#iz #zimvoid #iz zib #invader zim zib #zib membrane #character playlist #scarlet talks about things #youtube playlist #enthusiastic recommendations #we hyperfixating

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Azul can’t deny the monetary rizz 😩👌

AND YESS RAMSHACKLE GANG AS GHOST HUNTERS WOULD BE GOLD 👌 It just made me think of a bunch of Buzzfeed Unsolved Supernatural quotes and,, I did a little thing 🧍

Deuce: Maybe the real treasure was the friends we made along the way?

Ace/Grim: No, I want my f*cking gold.

Ace: Am I in hell? Loop!Reader/Yuu: No, Ace. If you were, you’d be on a throne and the devil would be packing.

The gang: *hiding from a ghost*

Deuce: Don’t say a word!

Ace: …Fergalicious.

Deuce: Ace! What did I just say?

Ace: Oh, I see. So two weeks ago, when we all played Scrabble, it wasn’t a word, but now it is? How convenient for you.

Grim: Don’t worry henchman, everyone is afraid of something.

Loop!Reader/Yuu: Even you?

Grim: No.

Ace: Hey there, demons. It’s me, ya boy.

Deuce: I think I’m blacking out right now.

Loop!Reader/Yuu: F*ck you, Goatman!

Ace: Goatman, I’m dancing on your bridge - it’s my bridge now! You hear that?

Loop!Reader/Yuu: Look at the way he dances on it! He disrespects your bridge, Goatman!

Ace: You want me off this bridge, you’re gonna have to kill me! You’re going to have to throw me off this bridge yourself!

Deuce: *freaking out in the back* Oh my god-

Ace: They’re gonna put my name in graffiti. Children will come and tell tales of me!

Loop!Reader/Yuu: Hey, you demon f*ck!

Deuce: 🧍

Also, while I’m here!! I was going through the notes I made for my TWST fics a little while ago, and I came across random notes I made for myself when I was up at 3 AM and very tired. Most make sense, but there are some that make me go “Huh? 🧍‍♂️” Like, for example:

‘Jade was the mushroom now.’

Hey, me from a month ago? What does this mean??

I hope you don’t mind me sharing some of those random notes!! They’re all separate from one another and they have,, no context-

~~~

“Holy woah,” Idia said to himself, “I just talked to a girl!” (He didn’t actually talk. He didn’t offer up a single word throughout the entire conversation.)

Jamil: Lilia, this crab is so undercooked, I can still practically hear it singing!

“Jade? Jade, I’m gonna fall. Jade. Jade, I’m falling. Jade. JADE–”

“(Name), you’ve barely moved.”

Azul took out his phone and (Name) had to hold back a laugh. Of course his phone case was a wallet.

Loop!Reader and Idia: *talking about video game characters*

Loop!Reader: Okay, but Idia… What if he was my babygirl, though?

Idia: (Name), he literally did war crimes.

Loop!Reader: To be a babygirl, you need to commit atrocities sometimes.

And for his next trick, Floyd became bedazzled.

Now, (Name) had no fears.

“Swordfishy!”

Well, one fear.

(Name) turned around to see Floyd sprinting at her on all fours. Naturally, she screamed at the top of her lungs.

And now, possibly my most favourite note:

“(Name) accidentally rizzes up Octavinelle students via kazoo”

Like?? What does this mean? How does this even happen?? I guess me from a month or so ago will be the only one who knows 💀

Jackdaw Anon 🐦

deuce embodying ryan is the realest thing ive ever read ^^; ace would totally be shane except he would be such a ryan the SECOND they find something that even REMOTELY resembles a ghost. hes a scaredy cat at heart. but the "no man yorue scared!! im not SCARED!!!" type...hes annoying (SIGH)

NO BC I MADE NOTES LIKE THAT ALL THE TIME A YEAR AGO???? IT WAS KINDA FUN TO RATTLING OFF IDEAS TO MY BEDROOM WALLS SAHDGJHSAGD and what does that mean....,.,,. im sure hes happy about it yk!!! being a mushroom and all

IDIA CANT TALK TO WOMEN THATS CANON. he cant talk to anyone actually but yk.

VIA KAZOO............THE WAY YOU PHRASED THAT MADE ME SNORT AJSFDHAGSDH no i get that.,.,. my notes are incoherent and sometimes i just dont remember what they mean oopsies

#jackdaw anon <3

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chongyuns-favorite · 2 years

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how would they respond if you sat on their lap?

part one | part two

part two not yet complete, characters for this part in bold

content: a list of genshin boys and their likely responses to you sitting on top of them when you're tired.

warnings: slight albedo spoilers in ALBEDOs

characters: Aether, Albedo, Bennett, Childe, Chongyun, Dainsleif, Diluc, Gorou, Itto, Kaeya, Kazuha, Razor, Scaramouche, Thoma, Venti, Xiao, Xingqiu, Zhongli, gen!reader

Aether

you'd just come back from an adventure together

agreeing to join his adventure team had always been physically tiring, but this time you had to do most of the work!

once you finally got back to Angel's share for some rest, recuperation, and apple juice, your legs finally gave out.

"Are you alright?" was the first thing Aether asked you when you sat atop of him. He did not fully register it at first because he was worried he'd worked you too much today.

"I'm fine," you replied with a yawn. "But I'm beat. We should take a break." You had to fight five whopperflowers today! It was time for some much needed r&r.

"Oh, well..." Aether tried responding to your comment, but stopped when he noticed your head rest neatly in the crook of his neck. He smelled of vanilla. "Uhm..." The poor boy was unsure how he could respond now.

"Hm?" You questioned, leaning further forward into him and wrapping your arms around his torso. By the looks of it, you were already half asleep! You looked so comfortable straddling him.

"R-rest well." Aether couldn't bear the thought of moving you, even though he got the occasional odd glance from Charles. It was quite the sight- Mondstat's most famous honorary knight cuddled up with a member of his adventure team. He denied everyone's offers to move you somewhere more comfortable and opted for placing his own arms around you and falling asleep himself. Pink cheeks and all.

Albedo

youd been helping him with his experiments in his dragonspine base today.

Albedo was doing research on... biocentric science today.

his goal was to create a potion of sorts. one that would push species' awareness and allow them to survive in the sheer cold of dragonspine more effectively

he did not expect it to work in the way that it did, however.

Albedo raised a brow when you crept your way into his lap and sat down. A small hum of question was the only verbal acknowledgment he paid it mind. He was not opposed to it at all, though he did find it to be a curious situation.

"Cold," was the simple answer you gave him. It would not have normally been shocking to think that you'd be cold in dragonspine, however, this comment did concern Albedo. He'd given you a warming potion when you first arrived at his camp, and it should have yet to wear off.

"Cold?" He let go of his pencil and placed his hands on his desk, his arms to either side of you. "It should be quite warm here," he mentioned, raising one of his hands to check your temperature. You were, indeed, quite warm.

"Yes, it is cold outside, and you are cold." The last thing he expected was for you to grab his cheek. Albedo did not need to warm himself, so his skin was cold to the touch. That was what you pointed out by touching his face.

"Ah, yes, I suppose I am cold... but, why does this raise a concern?" He questioned, notably confused. Your hand had not left his cheek, and he was beginning to enjoy the feeling of it there.

"Because you're cold. I'm warming you up!" You stated as if it were obvious. Albedo was... beyond rattled by your sudden behavior. What on earth could have caused such a concern for the homuncular natured boy? The cold hardly bothered him at all.

"Oh, dear..." Albedo glanced over at the opposite side of his desk. Next to the prototype potion he'd made sat your similar-looking glass jar of water. Perhaps you had mistaken the two and taken a sip of the wrong one? This was exactly why he suggested you leave the water elsewhere, but, it was his problem for not being more clear. "You know what, I think I am feeling a bit cold." So his potion had worked, and that was the good thing. He did not want to make you feel bad for reacting to it.

Albedo let you stay sit on his lap until you dozed off, continuing to take notes on the potion's effects in the meantime. He had to admit, though the temperature outside did not bother him for a moment, there was a warm feeling within his chest that he couldn't quite explain. Perhaps it was... a side effect?

Bennett

you and Bennett were on a trip with the adventurers guild

on the way there, for some unknown reason, the wagon that carried both Bennett and yourself lost a wheel or two

you all managed to fit onto the second wagon, but there were some... difficulties

"You don't mind, do you?" You asked again to be sure. Sitting on top of Bennett was plain dangerous knowing his luck! But you didn't know anyone else on the trip well enough to accommodate yourself with them.

"Of course, not! It's probably my fault we're in this situation, anyway," Bennett laughed, albeit awkwardly. He wasn't going to complain when he knew his misfortune was probably the source of all this!

"Okay, but if you feel uncomfortable, let me know." You sat down very carefully, trying not to be too hard on him. If you did, he might end up with a broken bone.

The ride started again, going a bit too smoothly to keep you comfortable. You felt as though impending doom loomed closer with every mile traveled. Soon enough, your fears came to fruition. The wagon now faced a trail laden with potholes.

"Oh no..." You sighed, looking in front of the wagon through the small window opening. Things were about to get bumpy.

And bumpy they sure did get! You hit more potholes than you'd ever seen before. One of them was particularly large, and the cart hit it at an angle that caused every person to just forward toward the roof.

You would have been the first to bump your head if not for... Bennett!? He'd somehow managed to grab you before you could fly upward and used the momentum of your combined weight to push himself back into the seat with a thud.

"Heh... sorry about that..." He once again tallied the experience to his bad luck, doing his best to ignore the pain of impact that lingered on his bones.

The rest of the ride was equally as chaotic, but at least you weren't the one getting hurt today.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact scenarios #genshin scenarios #genshin impact imagines #genshin imagine #genshin headcanons #genshin impact headcanons #genshin fluff #albedo #albedo x gender neutral reader #aether #aether x gender neutral reader #bennett headcanons #bennett x reader #aether x you

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witch-hazels-musings · 3 years

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I WOKE UP JUST IN TIME AAAAA

Can I request the tall boys (Childe, Zhongli, Diluc, Kaeya + anyone else you think you wanna add or change (except maybe Childe because I love him)) reacting to you having animal-like features (like ears and tail)

What they would do if by some accident they themselves end up getting animal features (like fox ears and tail for Childe, cat ears and tail for Kaeya or Diluc, dragon features for Zhongli, etc) do they become clingy and display cat behavior of rubbing themselves on you? Something like that aaaa I'm so sorry if this doesn't make sense it's my first time requesting

experiments gone wrong

(eehe these men *cough* zhongli *cough* will be the death of me)

Warning -> sfw, fluff (kissing, character suddenly acquiring animal like features)

Character X GN Reader | anthology

Includes: Childe, Kaeya, Zhongli

As an alchemist, you really should have remembered the most important rule -> don’t leave unmarked bottles out where people can drink them …

So you couldn’t be too surprised by the turn of events that followed

Childe

He went to bed earlier than normal, but you didn’t think anything of it. Perhaps he had a terrible day and just wanted to sleep it off, there wasn’t any reason to pester him about it anyway.

The next morning, you felt him slip out of bed, a yawn falling from his mouth as he made his way toward the bathroom. Turning, you claimed more of the bed and attempted to sleep just a little bit longer. That was until you heard a wild cry and shot up in an instant. You were already partially out of the bed when Childe burst into the room.

He looked at you, you looked at him, and as your eyes drifted from his ears to his tail, you understood his reaction.

“WHAT?” He shouted into the bedroom.

Oh archons, to see him like this … you wished it was easier for you not to think about how adorable he was, but it was impossible. The soft ears that peeked from underneath his hair, the fluffy tail that didn’t know how to stop moving, and the frantic face he gave you were all just perfect

“What happened??” He asked, running back to the mirror before returning his attention to you. Quickly, you made your way to his aid and did your best to calm him.

“I’m not sure, did you do anything strange yesterday?” You pulled his face toward you, cupping your hands against his cheek and running your fingers through his hair.

“Not that I know of … uh, oh! I found this …” He reached for a small bottle on the bathroom counter and handed it to you. Shit.

“Did you drink this??”

“ … yes.”

“CHILDE!” You burst into laughter, knowing it wasn’t the right time but also unable to control yourself. His expression was distressed and worried and, as best as you could, you tried to bring yourself back to calm. “This wasn’t supposed to be consumed …”

“A-am I going to die?”

“No, you’re just going to be, well, this it seems.”

“How long??”

“I don’t know, a few days maybe.” He dropped his head into his hands, his ears drooped and his active tail dropped toward the ground. Wrapping him in your arms, you offered him reassurance while trying not to laugh. “You’re very cute though.”

You caught sight of his tail moving slowly back and forth and added more pressure to your hug.

He found that it wasn’t as bad as he thought, in addition to the extra features, he also was able to gain other advantages - his eyesight was much better in the dark, his sense of smell more keen, his agility top notch

You were sure he had grown attached to them in the short time he had them - so when the option came for him to revert, you were sure it would be a tough decision

Still - to keep him trapped like this, with features that weren’t his own - you didn’t want to be cruel

“Here,” You put the bottle down in front of him. His ears perking up at the item and his fingers reaching to grab it. “All you have to do is drink that and everything should go back to normal.” You said with a slightly wistful tone to your voice. It was somehow sad to think these adorable additions leave would be gone soon.

“What if it doesn’t work?”

“I’m not sure. We will just try again if it doesn’t though.” Quickly, he took the cork from the lid and moved the vial to his lips. His ear twitched as he smelled the concoction. “I’ll miss this.” Resting your head in your hands you watched as he downed the liquid in one go.

“It’s hard for people to take me seriously like this …”

“Did people take you seriously before?” You joked, winking at him.

The next morning, he stirred in bed next to you, his hair brushing against your face and making you wake up before you wanted to. As your eyes adjusted, you instantly recognized what you thought was hair was actually ears and the giddiness of your heart jump-started you awake. It didn’t work -- oh no, guess you’d have to keep trying.

Kaeya

Waking up next to Kaeya was your favorite thing. It was an opportunity for you to be close to him, to witness his relaxed expression, and know that in these moments he trusted you over anyone else.

So, when you woke and found him pressed against you, your hands absentmindedly began to run through his hair, over his shoulders, as you meandered your way into the waking world. There was something soft that flicked against your hand, but you pushed it away. It happened again, confused, mouth turning into a scowl and eyes rudely being pried open, you looked down to see what was making you irritated.

You were wide awake when you saw the cat ears sticking out from Kaeya’s blue hair. They were richly shaded, deep blues with tips of white and perfectly placed on his head. Shifting, you tried to get a better view and the action made him stir.

“Mmm, stop moving.” He mumbled, wrapping his arms around you and holding you steady. Tapping his arm, you tried to get his attention.

“K-Kaeya …”

“What is it?”

“Do you feel okay?” You asked, your voice shaking and hands hovering over his ears.

“I feel perfectly fine, why do you ask?” He kissed your chest before nuzzling back into his place.

“You … you’ve got cat ears.”

He laughed and pushed your comment away. His legs moved under the sheets and you swore you saw something poke out from the bed. “You’re pulling my leg, I didn’t know you could be this funny so early in the morning.”

“I’m not, see.” Stealing his hand you placed it on his head and watched as his fingers ran over the ears which were sticking straight up. When his eyes shot open and his hand began to move faster, pulling, tugging, examining the feature, you tried not to laugh as his confused expression turned into a slight panic. He shot up, his legs moving so he could sit on the bed but winced when he did so. That’s when the both of you saw the tail.

“Hold on, let me get ready, just … don’t freak out.”

You rushed around the room to gather up your items, your gaze continuously falling on the incredibly still, unmoving frame that was Kaeya.

After calling on Albedo to come and offer assistance, only to find that the features would be around for a few days … Kaeya started to get more accustomed to them

He was for sure rattled but bounced back rather quickly - in fact, the features seemed to get him even more attention than he had before and he found that the added bonuses were helpful when he needed them for his knightly tasks

Not to mention it seemed he was more affectionate than normal, and not in the way he normally was, it was more in a … cuddly, interested, curious manner

One evening, you found yourself reading over several books that Albedo had recommended and became rudely distracted when Kaeya pushed his way under your arms and nestled into your lap

“Hey there.” You called down to him, hand dropping to his shoulder as he nuzzled against you.

“Give me attention.”

You laughed at his pouting expression, his lips turned downward and ears twisting to show he could be trusted. “I’m currently trying to figure out how to fix this, I can’t do that if I’m giving you all my attention.” His eye squinted for just a moment before he moved more into your lap and nearly pushed the book in your hands onto the floor. “Kaeya!” The playful laughter that filled his ears was as tantalizing as the drinks he let touch his lips.

“You can figure that out later. How can you possibly resist me right now anyway?” He asked, pushing against you until your back pressed into the couch and his hands weaved their way around your body. His hair tickled your face as he nuzzled into your chest and, even though his hips dug into yours, you didn’t seem to mind the closeness he was trying to find.

“Okay. Fine, I’ll look into it more later.”

“What excellent news.” He practically purred as he slid his way to your neck and let his body rest against you.

Zhongli

It’s been so long since he saw himself with such features - and, to be honest, he didn’t notice them for some time. It wasn’t until you returned and the items in your hands fell to the floor upon seeing him that his attention was captured

“Zh - Zhongli!?” You babbled, making your way to him and not knowing what to rest your eyes on first. Was it the pair of elegantly shaped horns that sprouted between his brown locks of hair? Was it the golden slits in his eyes that reminded you of the reptiles roaming around the rocky paths of Liyue? Or did you look at the scales that decorated his face in such perfect placement?

“Has something transpired?” His expression was one of concern, but also one of disillusionment. Did - did he not notice?

“Are you feeling nostalgic today?”

“Not particularly, what makes you ask?”

“Well … you look kinda like … I mean hold on.” You quickly disappeared down the hallway before returning with a small handheld mirror, one that Zhongli had purchased for you some time ago. Handing it to him, you waited until it started to register on his face the changes to his appearance, and that’s when you noticed the long claws which jutted out from his nail beds.

“Huh, this is peculiar …”

Sitting down across from him, you placed your hands on the table and watched as he examined the reflection of his face. “So you didn’t do this?”

“I must say that I did not, though It is rather pleasant to see …” His voice trailed off and you watched as he fussed with his hair, touched the horns on his head, and opened his mouth to check and see if - yup, he had canines much like a dragon too. That’s when it hit you.

“Did you … drink anything strange?”

The mirror found its place upside down on the table, his glowing eyes shifted to you as he took in your question. You let him think and finally, he gave you his answer. “I do recall there was a strange vial on the counter when I awoke. Ah - my dear, are you unwell?” He asked as your head dropped onto the table.

The strangest thing about Zhongli holding these features was that he seemed … perfect for them and it was becoming quite the problem to hide

You were much too cautious that someone may discover who he really was with these pretty telling additions to his wardrobe, so you asked him to stay home for a while until you could get some answers

He didn’t seem to mind, and when you were finally able to gather up all the items needed to prepare an antidote for his condition, you were finding it very distracting to make the concoction at home

The bubbling liquid warned you it was much too hot and so, with adept fingers, you turned the nobs and burners down so as to not overheat or scald the liquid inside. The aroma that filled your nose was … unpleasant to say the least, and so you finally succumbed to the need to wrap your nose in a clean cloth.

Turning your back to the equipment, you made your way toward the drawer where the rags were kept but when your eyes caught sight of Zhongli standing by the window, you nearly fainted.

He was wearing a robe, the material had slid down one of his arms and rested in the crook of his elbow. It gave you pause and allowed you to see the toned torso which was normally hidden by the layers of clothing he wore on a regular day.

Since he found no need to properly get dressed, he had reserved himself to lounge about in clothes that felt ‘more suitable’ to him, as he explained.

The light from the sun flashed across his chest, laid softly against his face, and illuminated the golden speckles in his hair - you wondered if it was because of the horns, perhaps they were reflecting the light and making him look ethereal in the warmth of the sun. He crossed his arms and shifted his weight as he looked beyond the window, almost as if he was yearning for something far beyond his reach.

“I think I’m nearly done.” You explain, tying the towel around your face and returning, reluctantly, to the concoction behind you.

As you began to spoon out the unnecessary ingredients until you were only left with the pure grade potion, you didn’t notice how he had moved to your side until the small vial was filled.

“Here you -- oh!.” He stood right in front of you. His eyes were dangerous, burning, focused. “I didn’t see … you …” He reached around to the back of your head and skillfully undid the makeshift mask you had created moments ago. When it was off, he took the vial in his hands and placed it onto the counter before returning his attention to you. “Are you … okay?” You asked, tracking the movements of his face as he leaned down toward you.

His lips hovered barely over yours and the closeness of him made your heart flutter. “You are mine, are you not?” His voice rattled your bones from the intensity, it was oppressive and supportive all at the same time.

“Y-yes?”

His lips pressed against the corner of your mouth, “You belong to no one else?”

“No …”

“Good.”

It’s a good thing the instructions never said anything about, ‘consume immediately’ because you were very distracted for some time.

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