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there is nothing like a homemade flour tortilla to cure what ails you 😭
#or ig maybe an equivalent could be homemade tortilla chips 😭 ooh or homemade sourdough 😩#just any homemade bread like food 😫#the staff lady has been making tortillas at work since they switched her to nights. she said to keep her awake ugh it's so fucked#to switch people from early morning to graveyard shift but what did we expect from the organization that put vulnerable#women on the streets when their whole mission is to do the opposite??#ANYWAY. i'm focusing on the GOOD things#staff lady is making tortillas and i made some mac and cheese because i finally have an appetite and she offered me one 😭#so of course i offered to press my own tortilla and. i swear i'm not usually so useless in the kitchen i've never made tortillas before 😭#how do you fuck up rolling out a thin circle 😭#ig it's bc i expected it to be like COOKIE DOUGH BUT IT'S NOT AT ALL LIKE COOKIE DOUGH 😭😭😭#so yeah basically she ended up doing it all for me so i was just extra gracious lmao#but man i swear there's nothing like a homemade tortilla at midnight 😭😭😭
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oooh my gawd ooohh lordy i hate phone calls
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FANGTASIA. send in a character from my guide + one of the prompts below for a drabble!
how about... "you shouldn't have touched them. every single mark on their body is going to be returned to yours." wiiith our mans eric northman!
please, thank you, love youuu!!! 🩵🩵
𝗛𝗘𝗟𝗟 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗟𝗗𝗡'𝗧 𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗗 𝗠𝗘 𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞
eric northman x fem!reader
summary: 1.3k
You’d had vampire blood. Pam and Chow had been gracious enough to offer you their wrists months after you’d started working at Fangtasia, a safety precaution as they’d claimed. You'd had Eric's blood. He could feel your fear, he knew where you were, why wasn't he coming?
or the one where eric saves you from an anti-vampire rights enthusiast.
warnings: canon-typical violence, blood, death, kidnapping, stabbing
a/n: i know i said drabbles but i couldn't contain myself. i am violently ill with my love for this man.
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You think you're dying. surely. There's no way the human body would be able to endure this much pain without ultimately giving up the ghost, right?
You never should have gotten involved with vampires. They were nothing but a bucket of trouble, as your mother would have put it. And has she had put it, a multitude of times, before she'd ever even known you'd applied to work at Shreveport's resident vampire bar.
What she didn't know, though, was how incredible they could be. How, even without all their supernatural abilities, intensely good they could be when they decided they wanted. How loyal and caring and kind when they chose to do so. Just how beautiful they could be, fangs and all.
‘Course, there still was that whole bucket of trouble thing.
"You sure are pretty for a fangbanger," your captor drawled from where he was watching you from across the room. He'd tied you to a chair at the center of it, thick scratchy ropes binding your wrists to the unlaquered wood beneath you. You spit, knowing that it won't reach the man from this distance, but hoping, almost willing it to hit him squarely between the eyes.
“Fuck you,” you say.
“Ooh,” he whistles. “You’ve sure got a mouth on you, sweet cheeks. Why waste it on one of those dead fuckers when you could have someone with an actual, bleeding fucking heart?”
“You’re a waste of skin, you piece of shit,” you huff. Not that it was any of his goddamn business, anyway, but you had only ever slept with one man, and it sure as shit hadn’t been one of your bosses.
“Aw, c’mon. I bet you get so cold after one of them vampers is inside you, don’t you. All icy and chilly like. Let me give you a little tip, sweetheart. Humans. Need. Warmth.”
“You say that as if you aren’t a fucking sad sack,” you say. “What a sorry excuse for a human, huh?”
“What’d they do to you, huh, girl? Did they glamor you into only wanting a dead man’s dick?” he asks, slowly shifting and standing from his stool so that he could approach you. Despite their constant–and half-hearted–threats, you’d never been glamored by your vampire coworkers. Your breathing shakes as he approaches in swift steps. It’s then that you see the knife in his hand.
For the first time in a long time, you realize, genuine fear strikes through you.
“I’m gonna teach those vampers a lesson,” he says. “And you’re going to help me do that.”
You’d had vampire blood. Pam and Chow had been gracious enough to offer you their wrists months after you’d started working at Fangtasia, a safety precaution as they’d claimed. You'd had Eric's blood. He could feel your fear, he knew where you were, why wasn't he coming?
The knife trails along your collarbone. You're glad it was as dull as it was, knowing if it'd been sharper it would be slicing the skin open in its path down. Then he presses down harder. You can’t muffle the whine as it escapes you, no matter how much you want to. No matter how desperately you wish to not show the man that he holds any power over you. You can feel the blood seeping out of the wound. It dribbles down your chest in a thick stream as it pools and stains the gray cotton of your t-shirt.
“Stop!” you plead. He chuckles before driving the blade deeper into you. With feeble force, you try to get him off with a stunted kick to his knee; It was all you could manage with the way your knees had been duct-taped together.
“Bitch!” he heaves before rearing back to slap you with the bladeless hand. It slashes your cheek, shallowly, thankfully, but you can feel the ache of where his hand had connected with your cheekbone. “You’re gonna regret that.”
He takes the knife and stabs it into your side, just narrowly missing your ribcage.
Before you can manage out even a wince, the door to the small shack you’d been held in for the last few hours splinters and it unceremoniously removed from its hinges.
Eric says nothing as he rushes in. You barely register that it’s him save for the split second image you’d captured from where he’d lingered in the doorway. Your captor is off of you instantly, though you’re still bound to the chair. Eric stills. Wind warps around him as he does so, wrapping him in a flurry of movement as he stands with the man locked in his grasp.
“You never should have fucking touched her,” Eric growls with his fangs fully extended, grip tightening around the burly man’s neck and raising him inches off the ground. There’s not even a hint of the usual smirk you were so accustomed to seeing. “Every single mark on her body will be returned unto you tenfold.”
“She fucking deserved it,” he gargles as the vampire latches onto the expanse of neck not currently held within his hand. The man screams out in anguish and you pull your eyes tight to avoid watching any more. Of course, that doesn’t stop you from hearing. The screams and the rips and the crunches. You hear something hard and solid hit the floor and somewhere deep in the pit of your stomach you know it’s bone.
You hear the man gasp out a dead fuck only for Eric’s grasp to tighten fully, effectively severing the man’s skull from his spinal chord without detaching it from his body. The man drops to the floor with a loud thump and Eric shoves the corpse away with the toe of his shoe before he moves toward you.
“What took you so long?” you exhaled as he moved behind you to unbind your wrists.
“I was away on business,” he gruffs, spitting slightly to get the last of the man’s blood out of his mouth. He’d already drunk his fair share, you thought, what good what that do?
Swallowing, you ask, “And you still came?”
He walks back around to begin undoing the restraints on your legs. He’s being so gentle, you realize. If he’d wanted, he could have had this done within seconds and yet, here he was, tenderly undoing the tape and rope and rubbing a soothing hand over the abraded skin.
“I’ll always come for you,” he says. “Until I meet the true death, I will always come for you.”
He extends his wrist up to his mouth and you wince as he punctures the flesh.
“Eric,” you sigh.
“Drink,” he says.
Nodding, you allow him to bring his wrist to your mouth and latch down on the leaking wound. It’s tangy and metallic and overall pretty gross, but you’re more than grateful for it at that moment. You lick your lips when he pulls his arm back down, the small bite marks already well on their way to closing completely.
“Will you take me home?” you ask, suddenly overwhelmed with the wave of fatigue hitting you.
He rises back to his full height and extends a hand out towards you. The second you grab it, he’s pulling you up from your chair to hold you flush against his form. Then, in another rush of wind, you’re standing on your front porch.
Slowly, you pull away from the vampire to take a step towards your door. Your body aches, but it’s already mostly healed as you run a hand over the small incision at your waist.
“Thank you,” you say. “Eric.”
He’s silent, looking you over in a way that you can’t help but think is more than just an assessment of your injuries. He settles on your eyes when he says, “Anytime.”
#eric northman#eric northman x reader#true blood#true blood imagine#alexander skarsgard#alexander skarsgard x reader#r's 3k
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"What if - ooh, what about Patricia?"
Robin rolls her eyes, picking at the grass by her ankles. She's tempted to throw some at Steve but she doesn't really wanna see the blades phase through him right now, even if he'll play up his outrage to distract her.
He's been doing that a lot lately. Trying to distract her from the fact that he's - that -
"Okay, okay, hear me out - Chrissy Cunningham."
"The cheerleader?" Robin wrinkles her nose. "Steve."
"It could happen!" Steve says defensively, sticking his tongue out when Robin gives him her most 'seriously?' face she can muster. "Don't judge a book by its cover, or whatever."
"You're literally meant to do that, that's what the cover's for!"
"Well then, why do people even say that?!"
"I don't know!"
"Is it always like this with you two?" The grouchiest voice cuts through them and Steve spins around in place, floating up even higher so he can stare down at Eddie.
Robin just snorts. "Pretty much."
"Don't be too jealous, Munson," Steve coos, turning himself upside down with a wide grin. "You'll find your soulmate at some point, probably."
"Oh wow, probably," Eddie grouses, and Robin has to bite back a laugh when Steve, still upside down, floats behind him with a silly face stretching out...the scar on his chin. "I am ever so gracious for your faith, oh Generous King."
"This guy's a riot," Steve laughs, poking a finger through Eddie's shoulder and making him jump in place. "Bobbie, can we keep him?"
She wrinkles her nose and shakes her head. "I'll end up being the one taking care of him if we do."
"I'm right fucking here," Eddie glares at the both of them, which is just prime material to get them snickering. "Whatever, did it work or not?"
And with that, the laughs cut off.
Robin remembers.
Steve's dead.
"Hey," The ghost of Steve floats over to her, sitting down beside her on the grass. "It's okay -"
"It didn't -" Robin chokes out, avoiding Eddie's eye, staring down at the dirt that she's plucked bare of green. "It didn't. They couldn't see."
The air is silent.
"Probably for the best," comes a sigh and Robin feels rage boil through her blood.
"What the hell?" She glares up at Eddie, who holds his hand up in surrender.
"Look, I know you're both desperate to get your little 'Party' up to speed but like...I mean, just look at him." Eddie waves to all of Steve's ghost, who looks more and more affronted with every word Eddie says. "Do you really think it's a good idea for actual children who watched him die to see him again in the exact same get-up? With the same wounds?"
Robin pauses but Steve just glares harder. "Oh sorry, I didn't know I was supposed to go shopping at Ghosts-R-Us and pick a whole new outfit! What, you think I want to be stuck in this uniform? In the shorts?"
Eddie's face goes red and Robin distantly thinks 'serves you right' as the echo of "watched him die" cycles through her brain. "Well I - I don't know, you're a fucking ghost, you should have ghostly powers or something!"
"Have you ever met a ghost before?!"
"Have you?"
"Stop," Robin chokes out and she immediately gets the chills as Steve waves a hand through her shoulder. "Just stop."
She can't feel him, because he's gone. He's gone. He's gone -
"I'm right here, Rob," Steve's voice murmurs to her and she sobs. "I'm always with you, promise."
"I'm so sorry," she cries, burying her face in her hands and curling up, grief pulling down at her heart. "I'm so sorry, Steve -"
"Shh, it's okay, birdie," he says and she almost feels the warmth he should have. "It's not your fault, it's okay."
"I thought - I just - if we tell everyone, maybe they'll know what - how to - I'm sorry -"
"Wasn't your fault, Bucks," Eddie says gruffly, sitting down next to her roughly. "Just what happens sometimes. That kinda shit...'s out of our control."
She sniffles, burying her hand deeper into her own skin, hoping it'll suffocate the tears out of her, or maybe make her pass out so she doesn't have to think about all of it for a bit, or scratch away the endless void of pain inside her chest -
"Birdie, hey, look at me."
She doesn't.
"Robin."
She can't.
"Please?"
With another choked out sob, she looks up to see Steve Harrington, smiling at her like he never left. Like she didn't leave him.
"No matter what happened, or what happens," he says softly, nearly see-through fingers trying to brush her hair out of her face. Maybe she should get bangs. "I'm always with you, Robs. Not even until death do us part. Platonic soulmates for the rest of time."
She wails and shoves her face into his shoulder, not even caring if she passes through him. A hand pats her back, probably Eddie's, and she sobs louder because why did he get to see Steve? Why did she force him to know? Why couldn't they just be happy?
"Woah, how the hell -"
Robin blinks.
She's sobbing into Steve's shoulder. He's patting her back.
She quickly moves back and stares, Steve's own surprised face staring back, no bruises or scars or Scoops uniform in sight.
"What -"
And in a snap, his face turns back to battered and the warm red sweater he was wearing just a second ago turns back into the bright blue sailor shirt. His hair loses its fluff and goes back to that sad, wiry, bloodied mop.
He changed.
"So you do have ghost powers!" Eddie says triumphantly, as Steve sputters.
"I guess?!" He looks down at his hands, reaching out to touch Robin's fingers, but all she feels is the cold. "How did - why did it stop?"
With one last sniffle, she cups the air around his fingers and looks up at the both of them, her Steve and their spontaneously adopted Eddie (in retrospect, maybe they are weirdo magnets? Better think about that later). She says, with as much determination as she can muster, "This isn't over. We're getting you back."
#didn't actually anticipate writing more for this but people were so nice about the one shot i posted!#so here's another as a treat!#i do plan on writing another part eventually though it's not a priority atm#and i can't guarantee it'll all be resolved by the end#stobin#steddie#writing#ficlet#au content: ghosts#sailor✧writes#the dinguses (affectionate)
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pairing ➤ jake “hangman” seresin x reader
genre ➤ fluff
summary ➤ hangman lays the flirting on heavily before he realizes who you are, and what you are to him
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After several minutes too long, you finally turn to face the man who had sat himself beside you. A quick glance at his uniform told you everything you needed, his rank and surname. You hadn’t come here tonight expecting to take anybody home and you were keeping by that. But this man had caught your attention just as much as you had his.
“You got something to ask me, lieutenant? Or are you just gonna keep staring at me all night?” you asked.
The blond man who had been stealing glances at you long before he came to sit by you actually had the nerve to scoff. “How’d you figure that one out?”
“You’re literally in uniform.”
“So, you know the Navy?”
“I’m familiar, yes. And all it takes is one Google search to know what the little stars and bars on your collar mean.”
“You from a Navy family?”
“Something like that.”
“You’re not giving me a lot to work with here.”
“That’s the point.”
“Is the point to make me lose interest? Or make me more interested?”
“What do you think, Lieutenant Seresin?”
You tried not to sound flirty; that’d be much too easy. He should be able to tell you were interested based simply on the fact that you were humoring him and not telling him to shut up and leave you alone. This would lead nowhere, you told yourself firmly. You knew who he was and why he was here on North Island. But a little good natured flirting never hurt anybody.
“I think you’re acting uninterested but I saw you watching me from across the bar,” he said.
“Maybe I was just amazed by how you managed to balance such a massive head on your shoulders.”
“They’re pretty broad. I think they can handle it.”
That got a genuine laugh out of you. “I’ll give it to you: you’re good.”
“Some would say I’m too good to be true.”
“Who’s some?” you asked, shaking your head.
“Women, mostly. Particularly the ones that have seen me out of uniform.”
“I’m sure your civvies are impeccably stylish.”
“You know that’s not what I meant, sweetheart.”
You eyed him but said nothing. You took a long drink from your cup. The lieutenant shifted to face you more comfortably, leaning against the bar and facing you to give you his full attention.
“You got a name, stranger?”
“What makes you think you’ve gotten that privilege?”
“You know mine. It’s only fair.”
“Well, in the name of fairness, it’s Grey.”
“Is that a surname or…?”
“It’s all your getting is what it is.”
“Well, alright then, Grey,” he said with an emphasis on the name that was technically yours, “can I buy you a drink?”
You held up the half drunk cocktail in your hand. “I’m all set.”
Lieutenant Seresin hung his head with a chuckle. His ears were tinting red. Whether that be from frustration, embarrassment, or alcohol, you didn’t know.
“Then, maybe I can give you a ride home,” he offered.
“Ooh.” You sucked in air through your teeth. “I actually drove myself. Sorry.” The grin you barely tried to hide behind your glass said otherwise.
“What’s it gonna take for you to give me a chance?”
“‘A chance’ and agreeing to sleep with you are two very different things, lieutenant.”
“They don’t have to be. Who knows where the night might take us.”
You laugh. “You really are good.”
“You know what they say.”
“That you’re too good to be true?”
“See, you’re starting to catch on. So how about it?”
“Still no. But thank you for the ever so gracious offer. Penny?”
You set a five on the bar top and gave a wave to the bartender you’d come to know from your occasional layover in North Island. You slid out of your seat and slung your jacket on.
“It was nice talking to you,” you said. “I’m sure I’ll be seeing you around, lieutenant.”
“Don’t count on it. One night offer.”
You sent him a smile that called his bluff on your way out the door.
———
“Grey. Captain!”
Your call sign came from Grey’s Anatomy, or rather it came from your Navy friends’ obsession with the show and them all but forcing a themed call sign onto you after you began pursuing your doctorate following basic training. Regardless, it was technically your name. It’s what you would most commonly be addressed as by the class of students you had been assigned to for a short while, the class which you were to monitor the health of during their training.
“Captain L/N!”
You turned toward the call to find exactly who you expected. Lieutenant Jake Seresin, call sign Hangman, approached you. You had to applaud how well he held onto military conduct, feet planting as he stopped in front of you, hand raising to a salute.
“Lieutenant,” you said, waving him to ease.
“You weren’t lying about your name being Grey, then,” he said.
“I find it’s bad practice to lie to your patients.”
Hangman’s jaw clenched. Despite his obvious embarrassment and irritation at the situation you had put him in and the obvious fact that you had been well aware of who he was the previous night, he still seemed intrigued by you. It would be a lie to say you didn’t feel the same.
“I wasn’t joking when I said it was a one night offer. Can we put it behind us? Captain?”
“Luckily for you, I don’t sleep with my patients, either.”
Hangman cocked his head at your not-answer. “Bad practice?”
“It would be considered so.”
“And you’re a strictly by the books kind of doctor?”
“I try to be.”
“You try?”
“Every so often something makes it difficult.” You give a lilt to your words.
Your demeanor was entirely professional. The flirtation you leaned into last night was absent from your tone and words. Somehow speaking to him like this made your heart beat even faster than previously. It felt even more like flirting when it couldn’t sound farther away.
“I only hope to make your job as easy as possible,” Hangman said.
Bullshit. “I look forward to it, Lieutenant. You’re dismissed.”
You watched him go. He didn’t turn back to look at you once before he disappeared around a corner and was gone from sight. You breathed for the first time in several minutes. This would be an interesting three weeks.
#top gun#top gun x reader#top gun maverick#top gun maverick x reader#top gun fanfic#top gun fanfiction#top gun fic#top gun maverick fanfic#top gun maverick fanfiction#top gun maverick fic#hangman#top gun hangman#jake hangman seresin#jake seresin#hangman x reader#jake hangman seresin x reader#jake seresin x reader#top gun hangman x reader
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GUESS WHAT, B*TCHES!
I’m baaaaaack!~
It’s March and I post whatever I fuckin’ want! Oh yeah, it’s a songfic!
Character: Sir Crocodile (a little bit of Katakuri Charlotte, but just a smidge)
Relationship: slight KatakurixXReader but also catching Sir Crocodile’s eye (and more)
Song: Sweet by Unlike Pluto
Warnings: forced marriage, drug mention, alcohol, Crocodile being himself
~*~
“Introducing for one night only! The beauty that pounds whiskey like a sailor and sings like an angel: (Y/N) (L/N)!”
You heard the crowd go wild.
The sigh that escaped your lips as you took a long drag of the almond-vanilla flavored cigar that was currently in between your gloved hands as you made your way to the stage.
The sway of your hips, the tight knee-high black dress with a sweetheart collar hugging your curves lusciously as your hair was kept messy, framing your face and to finish the look- a pair of Mary Jane kitten heel shoes.
Your lips were dark red but the rest of the make up was simple.
A little powder, cat-eye liner and blush.
A wink could decimate nations, said your fiancé once.
The lights on the stage were on you as the white fur coat you were wearing slid from your shoulders to your elbows as you gently gripped the microphone’s stand as your lips opened to do their thing.
“My baby and I like new silky sheets every night.
He buys me bourb' and whiskey neat,
And keeps on comin' every week…”
Your stare could only focus on the table were your lug of a fiancé was.
Charlotte Katakuri.
He seemed bored with his surroundings. Not really his scene but he had to keep up appearances as head of this town’s sweets factory. His mother made sure to pop out enough children to make an infuriatingly huge monopoly of different businesses just so she could have absolute control of most markets.
“Ooh, he wants the suburbs
When school's out for summer
And we live by his mother
I keep my drugs in the cupboard 'cause”
You could only look at him with a little spite.
“I'm only sweet when I'm high…”
You noticed that the normally serious face he wore suddenly made a move, his lips twitched downwards as he downed his LIT, completely in one gulp.
This finally got him.
He looked down at his drink as you kept singing your song, almost like if he was contemplating how guilty he felt to just have picked you from a line of potential wives his mother gave him and he just picked you.
Little, wild you.
You, whom he thought would be gracious enough to accept a marriage proposal out of the goodness of your heart.
‘What a shame’ he thought. ‘I thought this recent flight of fancy would keep her calm’ he argued with his head.
He didn’t noticed that he wasn’t the only one staring at the beauty with a savvy mouth.
He wasn’t the only magnate in this town.
“In class, I learned to lie
To pretty boys, to pass the time…”
She stared at him as she sang this particular verse.
How many times has she lied to him just to get him off her back?
How many times did she pretend to be okay in front of him?
How many times did her whispered words meant what they preached while he was in the passionate throes of sex?
He had it.
He stood up from his table and grabbed his coat, leaving on the table a shiny object with a scarp of paper that said “goodbye”.
He didn’t notice on his way out the door of the glare that was directed to him from the bar. Cigar smoke filtering out as he heard the man at the bar to bring the lady’s belongings to him, that he’d take care of her moving forward.
“'Cause I got that good shit, Alabastian pride.
Kiss the kids goodnight and take the Harley for a ride”
The man at the bar just grinned.
That seemed like Little Miss Sailor was in the market again.
Not that he had to do much.
She did it all her self in an act of defiance towards the softest yet most ruthless of the Charlotte’s. And she didn’t even get to the good part of this song.
The man at the bar was a tall man. Not as tall as Katakuri but still very tall. He had suffered the loss of a hand but that didn’t hinder him at all, he had prosthetics to make up for the loss of a limb, he just preferred the gold hook on his missing limb.
He saw how the lonely woman stared at the table bitterly, almost relieved that she didn’t have to talk to what he could firmly say was her boyfriend.
“Ooh, I get so bored, scrub the floors
Then get drunk while doing chores
Does he even know me…?”
He had enough of waiting.
“Waitress? I want that table.”
A woman like that deserved to be looked upon closely.
“Ooh, I'm never sure when he'll be home
Get into trouble on my own
I don't get lonely…”
You were still singing your little heart out as you batted your eyes to shake some of the tears. Katakuri wasn’t a bad man, but you would’ve rather to pick your own groom and wed because you wanted to.
Not because your own family wanted to have financial relief in these trying times.
Such was the life of the eldest daughter.
But no matter, you could firmly say that your groom-to-be was no longer in the horizon as he left with a disappointed frown.
“I’m only sweet when I’m high…”
You spoke the last verse, only to have the whole club erupt in howls and cheers.
With a bashful smile, you made your way behind the stage and down to the main floor.
You felt a little taken back when your things were on your usual table, but relieved when one of the waitresses directed you to your new table.
In the VIP section.
With your things.
You looked at how this dashing mystery man was taking a drag from his cigar and seemed to be pouring two glasses of champagne.
You had to be careful, however. This day and age, most men can and will do anything. But this man just massive and intimidating. The scar upon his face should’ve scared you but, you were used to men with…interesting features.
“Take a seat. We have a few things to converse about, Little desert flower.”
…to be continued?
#one piece#reader insert#x reader#i am unwell#fem reader#one piece fanfiction#songfic#crocodile x reader#sir crocodile#crocodile x you
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jay, sniffing a paper sample with a perfume scent: ooh, smell this
jake: (inhales the hell out of it)
jay, pulling the sample away: goodness gracious, i said smell it, not get high off of it
#this was an actual conversation between me and a friend#incorrect enhypen#incorrect kpop quotes#park jongseong#sim jaeyun#enhypen jay#enhypen jake#enhypen#kpop#i bet jay has stopped jake from doing stupid things
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double trouble
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ynfanbase OMG SHE LIKED WGAT DOES THIS MEAN?!?
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back to work? missed the chaos.
user876 not yn posting an actual candid pic of her backstage
yourusername im ngl it can get real crazy backstage at fashion shows 😭😭never been one to sugarcoat
bellahadid ditto
yourusername can't wait to walk the runway again with u baby bells 🥺
bellahadid me too my butterfly 🫂💗
devonleecarlson RETURN OF THE GOATTTT
hooooooyeony never lost your spark girl!
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papa timmy going on a walk with the twins in central park today! everyone was fairly skeptical and wanted to give the family the space but timo offered to take a few pics to the lucky fans who were so gracious/respectful.
tagged tchalamet
tchalamet do I have a dad bod yet? *drum hits to a lame joke*
user888 TIMMY 😭😭
yourusername you ate with me during all my cravings and still built like that nothing we can do about
tchalamet I can dream
yourusername keep dreaming wildcat
sandboxuser WILDCAT THE HSM REFERENCE WKDKEK
milliebobbiebrown 🎶you may sayyy I'm a DREAMERRR 🎶🎶
yourusername 😭😭MILLSIE PLEASR
user233 see guys how being respectful to celebs pays off
fan197 when we don't treat them like wild animals and actual humans who deserve privacy like everyone else>>>>
ynsgermany omg where's yn
yn4ever she announced her comeback to the runway remember? the kids are a little older and tim is taking some time off to be with the two while mama is back, still on top of her game 😌
trolls8 he looks a little tired
usernamehere now can u stfu if you were a dad to twin toddlers you'd look tired too you old hag
user111 😭😭
usernamehere if you wanna look tired i can give u a black eye or two you punk
odessamay I was the fan who took a pic with him here! he was so nice I felt shy to ask for a pic as I was also waiting for a bagel but he so kindly offered 🥺
laurieschalamet ooh what flavour of bagels did he get?
odessamay he got plain old cream cheese while he got some strawberry and cream bagels for yn!
ynsparadise yes I heard yn is still in nyc just having more meetings/photoshoots but she's not that far off from the kiddos
odessamay the kids are so cute clearly no one took pics of them to respect their privacy but they were so friendly and charming to the strangers they'd meet!! sometimes they were shy hiding behind their dad but they loved hugging/shaking others hands or even talking to them about anything ❤️
user87 yn and timo raised such good natured, well adjusted and polite kids
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first time on set since I had the twins. I admit it hasn't been the easiest and I was quieting down fears even as the cameras flashed. but to make it clear, I only look like this post childbirth bec of my genetics/natural physique, and the resources that allows me significant assistance during childbirth, running the household and a loving, dedicated staff whose main job is to keep me happy and healthy. Our bodies have done such a wonderful thing to bring a child to this world and you should treat your body kindly after, not push yourself to look a certain way after.
Your body changing after childbirth isn't a bad thing, if you don't wear the same pant size anymore, your organs rearranged differently or something changes colour or the stretch marks that form, everyone's body is different and let's celebrate that as long as it's not causing any significant harm, discomfort or illness to your lovely body.
I cannot thank the entire village who was by my side then and now when I welcomed my two little angels and the warm embrace as you've welcomed me back to the fashion world. To my muse, my partner, my other half @/tchalamet I cannot thank you enough for the love and sacrifice you've shown our family and I love love you so much mon amour.
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tchalamet baby mama 💗
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tchalamet you can be sure of that ma'am 😁
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anokyai missed you girl!!!
yourusername missed you too babes!! see you soon mwah 😘
jasminetookes amen to the message! you don't have to look like this childbirth you just delivered a baby from your pelvis that alone is so miraculous
phoebebridgers women are so powerful>>>>
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yourusername from one mama to another xoxox
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Translation: Sebastian playing table Tennis against Timo Glock for Sky Germany - Brazilian GP
Source: Sky Sport Germany
Timo Glock: "Next episode of Stop the Glock! We're here in Brazil and I have Sebastian Vettel at the table here with me. Last year we played darts right here Sebastian and I have very good memories!"
Seb: *grins* "Did I win?"
Timo: *grins* "No! I won!"
Seb: "Then I have the wrong memory!"
(Complete translation under the cut)
Timo: "What did you do?"
Seb: "I was in Chile! Hiking!"
Timo: "Hiking??"
Seb: "Yeah!"
Timo: "Alone? Or with..?"
Seb: "Yes! With a backpack!"
Timo: "Completely alone?"
Seb: "20 kg backpack and off I went!"
Timo: "And spending the nights in?"
Seb: "In a tent!"
Timo: "So in the mountains?"
Seb: "Yeah!"
Timo: "How many days have you been there?"
Seb: "5 days I have been walking and then I was there 3 ore days to *gesticulates* seeing some other places."
Timo: "Okay! So before we start, how ist the feeling knowing this is your penultimate race?"
Seb: "Yeah, I'm excited/joyous! I'm exvited/joyous for the race! I don't know, maybe I don't really get it, can't really put it in relation to all the other races before and that it won't be like that after.."
Timo: "So no weird feeling when you know next Sunday is.. for now temporarily history?"
Seb: "I don't know how I will feel then! It's all.."
Timo: "Normal"
Seb: "Yeah, normal. I mean I'm also excited for what comes next"
Timo: "What is coming next?"
Seb: "Well nothing at first!" *laughs* "Nothing really.."
Timo: "I can imagine you'll buy a table tennis after the match!"
Seb: "Just sitting still - I won't manage that! So yeah, maybe"
Timo: "..table tennis!"
Seb: "You wanna go to the championship on the 'short' table (tennis)?"
Timo: "Yeah, let's sign up for it!"
Seb: "Let's sign up for next year!"
Timo: "For the winter so we'll have something to do!"
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*point for Seb*
Seb: "Ooooh! Oh sorry!"
Timo: "It was the same with Daniel Ricciardo! How many balls he had on the very edge!"
Sasha (acting as referee): "Six, I think!"
*2:2*
Timo: "Quite nervous, actually!"
Seb: "Totally!"
Timo: "I probably have a pulse of 120 right now! The pressure is high!"
Seb: "I also still have to go to the toilet! Can you imagine!"
Sasha: "Yess, 3:2!"
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Seb: "What's the game actually called?"
Timo: "Ping Pong!" *laughs*
Seb: *laughs* "No, I mean does it have a title?"
Timo: "Still 'Stop the Glock'!"
Seb: "Stop the Glock?"
Sasha: "4:3"
Timo: "Oh!"
Sasha: "4:4".
Seb: "Nah, now you've been lucky!"
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*7:6*
Seb: "Oh, first time you're leading!"
Sasha: "Matchball, I think"
Timo: "Yeah, you only have to lead once!"
*7:7*
Timo: "That cannot be true!"
*8:7, narrowly*
Seb: "Ohh, did you still get that one?"
Timo: "Yees!!"
Seb: "Oh man"
Timo: "It went through twice, but it was also on the net, twice"
Seb: "Good gracious"
Timo: "This reaction, at my age!"
*9:7*
Sasha: "First set, Glock!"
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*5:6*
Timo: "Nooo, Glock! What am I doing?"
Seb: "That's it, that's it! Pressure!"
*5:7*
Seb: "Oooh, that was it!"
Sasha: "This one decides!"
Seb: *switching to speak in a heavily Hessian dialect, so pardon for any translation errors* "Ohh, you have sweaty hands, don't you?"
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*6:6*
Timo: "Oooh!"
Sasha: "6:6! Two matchballs!"
Timo: "Please, dear table tennis god, be with me! Please!"
Seb: "Well he cannot be with you, you need the one for the 'small' table (tennis)! Not fir the regular one! *grins* That would be themini table tennis god!"
*6:7*
Seb: "Ooh, that one was not unimportant!"
Timo: *imitates Seb* "That one was not unimportant!"
Seb: "I'll take that one!"
Timo: *miserably misses* "Noooo!"
Seb: "Who would've thought? Who would've thought!"
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Timo: "Sebastian, thank you so much!"
Seb: "Thank you! It was a lot of fun!"
Timo: "Have fun in Brazil this weekend!"
Seb: "Thank you!"
*Outro*
#sebastian vettel#timo glock#stop the glock#sky sport f1 germany#brazilian gp 2022#i love how when these two talk they fall further and further into their regional dialect with every passing minute 😂#but these are the worst to translate😅
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Kiss me, Baby
call sign: Angel; Before becoming a pilot, Angel was a field medic for the navy, often referred to by patients as their guardian angel.
NO USE OF Y/N OR CALLSIGN IN THIS DRABBLE
pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw/ Fem!GF!Reader
A drabble of the “Great Balls of Fire” scene,
READER IS ROOSTERS GIRLFRIEND
⚠️WARNINGS⚠️ fluff overload, probably grammatical errors
It was sweltering. The San Diego heat never failed to make you sweat when you were out of the AC. Back in North Island at last, home of Top Gun and many of your fondest memories.
Stepping out of your car, you grab your belongings and head towards the front door of the Hard Deck. Instantly, the familiar sound of a piano rang through your ears. Pushing the door open, you see everyone crowded around the piano and bar, rush hour seemingly already begun. You were greeted with a chorus of people singing, “Goodness, Gracious, Great Balls of Fire!”
Just as you spotted the familiar aviator at the piano, his voice rang out, “Kiss me, baby.” His eyes locked with yours, his aviators pushed slightly down on the bridge of his nose. He was wearing a white T-shirt and a hawaiian button down, looking ridiculous but seemingly pulling it off.
“Ooh, that’s feels good honey.”
He smiled at you while singing, signaling you over with just a look. The crowd parted for you, and sang out, “I wanna love you like a lover should.”
You danced along to the piano beats in the now open space in front of him, everyone cheering you on.
“You’re fine,”
You waltzed over to the left of the piano, on Rooster’s right.
“You’re SO kind!”
Sitting next to the brunette, you looked at each other and smiled in the pause, and continued to sing along with him.
“I wanna tell the world that you’re mine, mine, mine, mine!”
You placed your right hand on the piano keys, replacing Rooster’s on the higher-pitched side of the piano, and started playing the high notes of the piano solo. The crowd cheered along, dancing along and enjoying their drinks. Penny, who was behind the bar, had even stopped cleaning glasses to sing and watch you and Rooster.
As the solo came to an end, Bradley looked at you and sang, “Kiss me, baby,” just as he had when you walked in.
You leaned in for a kiss, but decided to play around a bit and didn’t give him the kiss. Hovering close to his lips, you smiled and winked, and pulled away for the next verse.
As the crowd sang, “Ooh, that feels good honey!” Bradley remained quiet, with a betrayed smile on his face. You just smirked at him and continued to play with him.
“Hold me, baby!”
You leaned in closer to him and rested your head on his shoulder momentarily, returning yourself upright to keep singing.
“I wanna love you like a lover should.”
Rooster looked into your eyes when he sang this, his betrayed façade gone. He meant those words with his whole heart.
“You’re fine,”
You sent him a wink.
“You’re SO kind,”
You smiled brighter and sang louder, as did everyone else in the bar.
“I wanna tell the world that you’re mine, mine, mine, mine!”
You pulled your hand away from the piano keys and Bradley replaced it with his own. His continued the rest of the song.
“I chew my nails and I twiddle my thumbs,” Rooster sings, nodding his head in a joking matter every time he strikes a beat on the piano.
“I get nervous, but i’m sure it’s fun.”
The bar got more enthusiastic, knowing the end of the song was coming.
“Cmon baby,”
He gave you that look.
“You’re driving me CRAZY!”
A silent plea to give him what he wanted
“Goodness, gracious, great balls of fire!” The crowd rang out, and Bradley played the last few notes on the piano.
You gave in to his little plea. Grabbing him by the collar of his hawaiian shirt, you pull him into a kiss, and the bar goes wild. Whistles and cheers sound all around you, and everyone starts chanting.
Rooster pulls back with a smitten grin on his face, and you knew this man would be the death of you.
thanks for reading!!! this is my first fic, and i plan on writing more! any support is much appreciated.
have a good day/night, and make sure to stay hydrated! <3
#rooster top gun#rooster x reader#rooster fluff#bradley bradshaw#top gun#top gun maverick#rooster bradshaw#bradley rooster bradshaw#rooster fanfic
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Undead Unluck Chapter 203 Spoilers!!
Now then. What the fuck.
MY WIFEYYYYY SHE'S SO CUTE
But uh. TATIANA?? Why is she less than a 100 votes away from Fuuko? I don't hate her or anything but... She hasn't appeared in many, many chapters. Was the anime that effective?
Looks like even Feng has a limit. That big Pokéball plus three whole people is gonna break his spine and not in a good way.
Julia looks so squishable eughhhhhhhhasshhh
Poor Nico, he's just wondering why Andy is there. Kinda funny how this is the first time Andy isn't in the first or second place. 4 must be unlucky for him.
We're finally getting back to soul believer Feng!!
Okay okay. This just spawned a theory. I'll make a post on it.
HOW FAST DOES HE BRAID HIS HAIR???
Feng Nation... My eyes are open. So are my ears. I am listening.
Ooh. Looks like a main flaw of using imaginative characters is that they're not accurate. And if you were to target their inaccuracy, it's more than enough to send it down tumbling.
And I was right! A way to damage each other indirectly is by hurting an imaginative summon rather than a realistic one!
Nico? Why are you holding his bare waist like that... Do you have something to share to the class?
"Cig sucker" 💀 Somehow I read it the British way as "fa
You simple, simple man. I love him.
Nichico soulmates in the back!!
I... I, uh... I'm no better than a man. Oh my goodness. Oh my goodness gracious. The eyes. The hair. The fixed tower. The size. The threat.
SOL MENTIONED!!
WHAT THE ABSOLUTE FUCK. LAN WHAT THE HELL. WHAT THE FUCK. WHY IS RAGNAROK HERE. I'M NOT MARRIED YET THE SERIES MUST NOT END.
Why is Sun so small tho. And where's Luna's :)
Part 2 here!
#undead unluck#undead unluck spoilers#i need to stop making these jokes before i invent new yaoi#but i wont#meow reads
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genshin relationship fluff (mwa! 🐟
pronouns: she/her
warnings: none!
characters: xiao, venti, albedo, itto, kaeya
Xiao
when you first asked him out, his face looked almost unfazed but there were so many butterflies in his stomach, all he could do is blush and stand there.
it took him a while to get used to all this attention and stuff, especially with your clingy butt
he zones out while looking at you, admiring every feature on your face. sometimes you’d catch him and when you confront him about it he would just deny it then you’d continue chattering about your day, while he sat there nodding.
he’s very touch starved 😨 if your out in public, expect him trying to get the courage to hold your hand. but when your behind closed doors, he’s a lot braver and he kisses you on the forehead (he’s trying okay?)
you really had an effect on him, when you hold him in your comfortable, easy arms he can’t help but feeling small and safe in them. when you guys cuddle, he treats you as if your fragile so you normally take the first move
he doesn’t mind being big spoon but little spoon is his favourite
sometimes he wonders how lucky he was to have you. your gentle smile, your thoughtful words, your gracious movements it makes him want to melt
he slowly gets used to your touch. whenever you cup his face or hug him he leans towards you
he’s not really into PDA since he’s not really in public much
Venti
“Oh wow! You have a crush on me? Well I’ve got to say Y/N, it was kind of obvious”(teasing)
omg he loves to tease to you 24/7. just seeing your flustered face makes his day
he sings a lot for you with his lyre, sometimes you join in. you guys have a lot of fun!
you guys are the perfect couple, even some people agree!
he’s really annoying sometimes and won’t leave you alone and he gives really cheesy nicknames like “sugar plum” 😀
hyperactive boyfriend vibes. can’t go in public without him running all over the place “Y/N over here!” or “ Ooh Y/N look at this!”
if your introverted, he’ll respect that and stay with you most of the time. y’all speak a lottt about your interests
sometimes he lends you his cape when your cold, though it’s kinda thin somehow it’s warm (magic? 🤨)
he won’t hesitate to kiss you smack on the lips! he kisses you everywhere whether it’s your neck, your shoulders or your cheek he loves to kiss you!
“Venti, what are you doing?” “Whaat? I can’t kiss my Windblume once in a while?
he does PDA as long as yo ur comfortable with it!
Albedo
he sees everything as a piece of art but you? ohhh you are a masterpiece
he actually confessed to you (ik very shitty headcanon I’m not good at this)
when he realised he had a crush on you is when he made eye contact with you. your attractive, charming eyes made his stomach swirl.
since he felt these feelings he wanted to study more on human emotions, mostly he wanted to study more on it because he wanted to understand you better and how to not make you feel sad.
you guys were just friends and you kept him a lot of company in his lab. sometimes he needed some assistance and you helped him. you explained some of it and you got him amused! (well not with face expression) beauty and brains? it’s a win-win situation for both of you 😉
well technically he had sucrose confess to you instead of him. when she told you, you looked over at him but he wasn’t looking at you
( I don’t know albedo very well so these may not be like him)
Arataki Itto
MY FAV BOYY
he immediately told his gang that he had a crush on you and they were super supportive!
when your around he takes a chance to try and talk to you, since he is such a social person he managed to have a conversation with you and get your number!
after like 5 days or something you guys were dating!
he always checks up on you and helps you if your carrying something “Hey babe! Do you need help? I’ll carry those boxes for ya!” “It’s fine Itto I can ca-“ “Nah I insist! Come on, let me have at least 3!”
omg he gives the warmest hugs he’s like a personal heater I’m telling you
he flexes to everyone that you are his partner “ Hey! You know Y/N? she’s my partner!”
he likes to be big spoon and he also squeezes you to death if you sleep with him 💀
he only calls you by your name in serious situations he only calls you nicknames like “ babe” “my sidekick” “cutie
he finds it cute when your angry but he’s careful to not make you too angry(that has happened before)
TICKLING IS A MUST
same as venti, he’s good with PDA as long as you are!
Kaeya
omg he is such a flirtt every time he sees you he never misses an opportunity to flirt with you or compliment you
he’s known as the “player” in town and lots of girls love him, he’s used to but somehow your different? You don’t really pay attention to him
you didn’t even have a crush on him but being the flirty boy himself he made you fall for him
you confessed to him with a love letter and surprisingly he actually accepted it!
personal space? never heard it. he loves to have a a hand on your waist or on your thigh. sometimes he sneaks up on you 😉
he allows you to comb through his hair and even braid it. sometimes he keeps it on
whenever he goes on a mission he tells you all about it
sometimes you and him dance in the rain as if nothing else matters :)
he gets drunk and you have to bring him back but most of the time you guys end up having a make-out session
#genshin fluff#genshin kaeya#genshin headcanons#genshin x reader#xiao fluff#venti fluff#albedo fluff#itto fluff#kaeya fluff#xiao headcanons#venti headcanons#albedo headcanons#itto headcanons#kaeya headcanons
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Ooh can I ask Time After Time for the rebirthed Maedhros AU? Maybe for a couple of years after the Darkening? I need to know what happens when they all get to Beleriand 👀
Okay, let's see, where were we...
Ah, yes, Mass Exodus of Elves 2: Logistics Boogaloo.
So Olwë and the Falmari have the means to get people to Beleriand, awesome! Small problem; they cannot ferry three cities worth of angry elves in one go, that's just not possible. Luckily, the Valar are not forbidden from helping. Since Ulmo is a bro, and the Helcaraxë does need to be broken up to close that path into Aman, he breaks off large flat shelves to ferry some of the elves over too.
They don't know what they're walking into over there, so it's decided, since the ice ferry is quicker, the first ice ferry elves will be primarily warriors and scouts, packed to move quickly and efficiently. The ships will follow up with more supplies and the kind of forces necessary to set up long term.
Ingwë elects to take the ice ferry. He is their highest ranking king, they'll need him for diplomacy.
Ulmo drops them off in the Falas where he can vouch for them to Círdan. Angband's invasion has not yet reached south enough to siege the Falas, but they're not so far away either.
Ingwë's forces are timely, and well armed, and Ulmo keeps them coming. They fend off the orc armies before they even touch the Twin Cities.
Such ardent resistance in the south-west draws attention. Orcs spilling from the Fens of Serech that would otherwise march around the borders of the Girdle turn instead to contend with the mixed Kindred army marching under the banner of the King of All Elves. It's not a great amount of relief to Elu Thingol's army, but it is enough relief they can march that much quicker, have just fewer foes to contend with, that Elu Thingol can just barely make it in time to save Denethor, King of the Laiquendi.
Elu Thingol has no time for pleasantries. He is surrounded. He stuffs Denethor, and as many of the Laiquendi as are willing, under his arm and hauls ass back to the Girdle.
The ships, sped along by Ulmo and Manwë, hit the shores of Lammoth and Arvernien. Finwë in the north. Olwë in the south.
Finwë marches his forces up the Firth of Drengist, fighting every step of the way to clear Hithlum and plug the passes, securing an alliance with the hard pressed Mithrim Sindar. His success lets Ingwë make decent headway into Talath Dirnen and the riverlands between the forests of Brethil and the Ered Wethrin.
Meanwhile, Olwë is clearing out the coast from the cape of Balar to the estuary of Sirion, splitting his forces around the forest of Nan Tathren to pin the orcs against the wall of the Andram. They follow the Andram east to the Ramdol where Amon Ereb can be seen in the distance.
With Finwë and Ingwë plugging the Fens, the exhausted Iathrim finally get enough breathing room to take back Dimbar and make headway in Dor Dinen. Not even orcs willingly trespass in Nan Dungortheb.
With Finwë taking the brunt of the frontal siege in Ard-Galen, Ingwë spills his forces through the arc of Dorthonion, clearing out the orcs. Eventually they emerge in Ladros and start the slog of closing the pass of Aglon.
The Iathrim take back Dor Dinen, and start securing the passes of the river Arossiach. Forays are made into Himlad to get Nan Elmoth back. Down south, Olwë chases orcs up through Estolad, freeing up the river passes into Ossiriand and winning friendship with the Laiquendi along the way. The plains of east Beleriand are wide and easy to travel. Eventually they pin the orcs between the Celon and the Little Gelion, forcing them through the craggy hills of Himring.
Ingwë and Olwë meet in Aglon, and then Olwë goes east, into Lothlann.
Together, the three kings and their forces shove the routed armies of Angband back through the dread gates.
And that's the first Tree year in Beleriand.
Meanwhile, Elu Thingol is being pushed to his limits as a gracious host. The good news! Thanks to Melian, Denethor mended well and took his people back to Ossiriand, clearing out Thargelion along the way. The bad news. There are now three entire Kindreds of Calaquendi elves in the north and Elu is no longer the only of his kind. The better news! Ingwë says they only plan to stay long enough to kick Angband's ass and then they'll be out of Elu's hair eventually. The worse news. Ingwë's now calling himself the King of All Elves, which is the first Elu's ever heard of it.
He didn't vote for this!
At least his missing brother and his old best friend are in hugging distance again, even if they're both mercilessly calling him a heartsick swain for taking up residence in the forests where Finwë used to live.
Elu takes back missing them. They can fuck off again.
And thus, the Leaguer is established with Ingwë and Ingwion in Hithlum (bc otherwise Ingwë gives Elu 'and no other above me' Thingol raging hives), Finwë takes Himring, Olwë takes the Bay of Balar, and the three of them spread their multiple sons out elsewhere in the gaps.
Also, Russingon have a threesome with Denethor, but that's another matter.
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Oh My Goodness Gracious, seeing Razer call Scorch his "little bird" instantly sent me back to this song! I don't know if you vision his voice quite that deep of course, (though Scorch as Eurydice I feel like may be close) but the lyrics suit him and Scorch's relationship/interactions soooo well imo. The mention of Orpheus could be Goldenstar, of course <3 I'm unsure if the link will work, so it's "Hey, Little Songbird" from Hadestown! https://youtu.be/hRGQqFfqps0?si=r90G7m8GLv9rzzIl
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Ooh, another good pull! I don't think either of these voices are accurate but Hades' lyrics are pretty accurate even if Scorch isn't quite as naive as Eurydice. Definitely fits Razor though. And it makes me think about other Hadestown songs that fit him.
I especially love this cover of Why We Build The Wall by Abigail Thorn.
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(I highly recommend you watch the essay it's from because its very good). The song is very Razor, as is Chant II where he talks about how to 'keep' a woman.
Still looking for a good voice claim for him though. Not as deep as this and with less twang. Send in recs if you guys have them.
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hey, hru? i just found your blog and tbh i really love it and your writing, it’s just so good! so can i request the mayor realizing that he likes the reader, and how he would confess? thanks! <3
Anyone Can Change, If They Try Hard Enough!
Ooh! Sure! We all love some unhinged old men am I right or am I right?
My hiatus has been so long simply due to some financial, family and more personal issues I’d rather not discuss publicly. Writing doesn’t pay my bills after all! Maybe I should make a Kofi or personal commissions? Most likely not— I’m just here to have fun. Anyways, I’ll be back to writing the multitude of prompts that have been given to me over my hiatus. To think that my last post had me at 150 followers, and now I’m almost at half a thousand now! I’ll try my best to make it up to you within the upcoming months as well as a Christmas special piece on Ao3! Stay tuned my lovelies <3
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♡- I wouldn’t say what he feels is love at first sight. Quite the opposite truly. You, being a known rebel against the Lady Bone Demon throughout the period of time the world was in utter disarray.
♡- He was truly and utterly devoted— in any way, shape or form; His goal was to stay by her side for the rest of eternity if granted such a gracious opportunity. Why ask for anything more?
♡- One of his duties? Taking care of the foolish mortals who dared to disobey the new world. That was where he initially met you. Someone who had daringly risked their life to let a family of four flee. You jumped in front of them! You don’t know what had happened to them after, but it didn’t matter. They had more to live for than you did in your brisk opinion
♡- As foolish as the mayor believed you to be, he did nothing but cackle and unceremoniously take his leave. It was hilarious! Why would you would risk your life for these people? It was utter nonsense!
♡- A small part of him admired your bravery, no matter how insane it seemed. The mayor was reminded of his own loyalty to his lady.
♡- The act had left him in your thoughts, so utterly long until he was ripped away from any bone demon powers he had once attained in a massive quantity. One minute he was fighting the monkey king, and the next?— forced to give out information to the very same people trying to stop their plan to rewrite the world as the simian took his very place.
♡- He was able to get away, as easy as it was when the scums just left him there. The only problem was, he had nowhere to go. Battered and bruised, the old mayor of the city would stick out like a sore thumb! There was only one option.
♡- He had to find you. Maybe because he showed you such mercy, you’d repay him with a safe place to dwell until things died down? If anything, you’d even get on your knees and kiss his shoes! Yes yes, that’s the plan.
♡- It took a few days for him to find you, but once he did? Ohhh, you certainly looked different than you did during the ‘apocalypse’. You dressed quite nicely! Formal wear similar to his! He never noticed you worked right in town hall; the place he dwelled most being undercover. Who knew?
♡- Back to your situation, you had moved to a much better area; Close but not exactly in the heart of the city you once did! Due to many losing their homes, you had opted to stay in a friends condo she had for rent, which was practically spotless! It was way better than the now ashes of your former home. You finished up settling the last of your boxes in the living room before hearing a clean three knocks at the door.
♡- You didn’t like who you saw. Not one bit. It was the mayor of the city, monster, the very same one who threatened to obliterate a family simply asking for mercy? He looked like an utter mess.
“Well hello there ci!—“
You had shut the door before you could hear any more. Had he been stalking you? What was his reason for such an intrusion.
You heard his muffled voice on the other side, but instead chose to preoccupy yourself with better things than an old, no— ancient man outside your door. You weren’t a young hot shot either! Being in your late 30s has proved to you that you were simply gaining maturity.
Something was just, off about him.
♡- By evening, you had realized that he was still at the door— waiting with his usual eerie smile. What had even happened to him for someone with such power to come here? If he really was a threat— destroying your home would’ve been a piece of cake.
♡- You made stew, and what you didn’t expect was your body to move for you.
The man was no longer waiting by the door, instead seated in a gentlemanly manner alongside your exterior walls, you had lifted a hand. What were you doing?
“Hey….are you hungry?”
He looked up at you, the very first time you didn’t see his face with forced glee.
♡- Maybe you did have a death wish.
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I have the horrible ability to turn simple prompts into ideas for full pieces of work. Anywayssss, thx for reading!!
#lmk#lego monkie kid#monkie kid#lmk x reader#the mayor#mayor lmk#lmk mayor#lmk mayor x reader#OLD MENNNN#Dilfs? My specialty
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