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forever-rogue · 5 months

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came out of surgery and was just imagining pre-outbreak joel high on anesthesia, being all cute and flirty with the reader 🥺🥺 can I request that as a fic??? 👉👈

AN | Oh but this would be one of the funniest situations!

Pairing | Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Warnings | Language; mention of surgery

Word Count | 2.4k

Masterlist | Joel, Main

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“I can't believe I'm doing this,” Joel huffed, looking at you almost as if to make sure you were really making him go through with it. Not that you'd forced him or anything but…still. He did not want to do this.

“It'll be fine you big baby,” you snorted, kissing his cheek before grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the front door. He groaned slightly at the feeling, rubbing at his sore jaw, “and that's exactly why we're doing this. So you're not in constant pain!”

“I’m a grown ass man,” he was grumbling as he followed out to the car, “I’ve lived 35 years with these stupid teeth and I can continue to live with them.”

“It doesn’t matter how old you are - they’re bothering you and I’m tired of hearing you whine about them,” you opened the passenger door to his truck and motioned for him to get, “you’re going to listen to me, Joel Miller.”

“I do - I do not whine,” with that he got into the truck a big pout on his face as you closed the door and walked around to the driver’s side.

“It’ll be fine, love. It’ll be done in a few hours, then you can rest and eat ice cream and I’ll take care of you. In a few days to a week you’ll be good as new.”

“But - “

“But nothing,” you turned on the car, “I was in my late twenties when I got mine out a couple of years ago and it was just fine. I survived and you’ll survive.”

“Fine,” he sighed heavily as he stared at the road, “but I want lots of ice cream when it’s done.”

“Then we’ll get all the ice cream, Joel Miller,” you reached over and gave his knee a squeeze, “you big weenie.”

“Stop,” he groaned softly.

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“Mrs. Miller?”

“Oh, I’m…” you stopped yourself and didn’t bother to correct the dental assistant as you stood up and walked over to her, “how did it go?”

“Everything went just fine,” she explained and you relaxed and let out a small sigh of relief, “no complications at all. I think he’ll heal up just fine.”

“I have no doubt about that,” you watched as she walked back to collect Joel, leaving you unsure of what exactly to expect with him. You whispered to yourself, “I’m sure he’ll make a full recovery, dramatic of course but full.”

A few minutes later a very drowsy looking Joel walked out, looking around in confusion. It took him a few moments to realize that you were there but as soon as he did, his entire face, as much as you could see of it anyway, lit up, “wow. You’re so pretty!”

You had to work extremely hard not to burst into a bit of giggles at one, how pathetic he looked, and two how muffled and mumbly he sounded. You walked over to him and reached for his hand, tenderly taking it in yours, “hi, my love.”

He looked around for a moment, a confused look in his eyes as he looked around the room to see who you were possibly talking about. Then realization hit him, “you're talking to me?”

“Yes, of course,” you chewed on the inside of your cheek, “come on, let's get everything you need and then we can get out of here.”

“Where are we going?”

“Home-”

“Together? Do we live together?” He looked so genuinely bewildered that this time you couldn't help the snort of laughter that escaped you.

“Yes,” you promised sweetly, “we live together.”

“Wow,” he whispered under his breath, watching as you went to the counter to get everything for him and get any special instructions. While you were listening intently, Joel was looking around at everything in awe, seemingly mesmerized by so many little things.

Once you had written instructions and everything in hand, you turned back to him, only to find him standing there with a sleepy expression on his face. You reached for his hand, taking it gently in yours and started to head towards the door, “c’mon, love. We’re all set. You have to come back in about a week for your follow up, but otherwise you’re all set.”

“Why do I have to come back?” he trailed alongside you, words still muffled from the cotton in his mouth, “I don’t want to come back.”

“Honey, you just had surgery and they took your teeth out-”

“My teeth?” he looked horrified for a moment as he reached up and touched his face, which was still partially numb, “they stole my teeth!”

“Oh - I mean, I guess you’re not wrong,” you took his hands gently and shook your head, “they were meant to take them, Joel. They were giving you problems.”

“What if I die without them?” He looked so upset - ridiculously adorable but upset.

“You’re not going to die,” you insisted, “I promise you’re going to be fine. A little uncomfortable for a few days but then you’ll be fine.”

“And you’ll be there?”

“Of course I will,” you helped him into the truck again, “I’ll always be there.”

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“Has anyone ever told you that you’re really pretty?” you could feel his gaze practically burning into you as you walked through the aisles of the grocery store. You’d insisted that you should get him home first so he could rest but he insisted on coming with you so he could pick out exactly what ice cream he wanted and what pudding flavors he liked best. You knew better than to argue with him, even in his current state.

You stopped with your hand halfway into the freezer and gave him a curious expression, “umm, well…pretty sure I’ve heard that a few times before.”

“Well, you should…because it’s true,” he offered you a small, lopsided little smile.

“Oh? I’ll keep that in mind,” you turned back to the taste at hand, shaking your head lightly to yourself.

Once the cart was loaded up with everything needed for the next few days and you’d snagged the prescription for his antibiotics and pain medication, you head towards the checkout.

Joel appeared to be mostly alright, except for the way he stared at everything and made silly little comments about everything and anything. After you placed everything onto the conveyor belt, you turned around to make sure everything was alright. He waved at you sheepishly before he seemed to get ahead of himself, “do you have a boyfriend?”

Alright…that caught you by surprise. You’d thought he had managed to put the pieces together by now but apparently whatever they had used on him at the dentist’s office was strong. You opened and closed your mouth a few times, “umm…yeah. I do actually…have a boyfriend.”

“Oh,” the look on his face was nothing short of crestfallen, “t-that’s good. I guess.”

You hummed under your breath as you greeted the checker and paid for everything. You grabbed the bags and motioned for him to follow you as you walked back out to the truck, “c’mon Joel! Don’t need you slowing me down!”

“Yeah…coming,” he mumbled as he helped you to load the backs into the backseat of the truck. He got in as soon as you were done, hopping into the passenger seat and crossing his arms over his broad chest, “does he treat you good? Your boyfriend?”

“He does,” you promised, absolutely meaning it. Joel was the best friend and partner you’d ever had, “he’s amazing. And I love him a lot.”

“Cool,” and he seemed like he thought it was anything but cool, “cool.”

“Mhmm…”

“I think maybe we should go on a date,” he mumbled, leaning his head against the cool glass of the window, “we could be good together. I can treat you right.”

“I’m sure you could,” you chuckled as you turned onto your street, “as a matter of fact, I know you could.”

“Then…I…why-”

“Joel Miller, I don’t know if I should be offended or amused that you don’t remember,” you pretended to scoff heavily as you pulled into the driveway and parked the truck, “we’re dating, silly man. You’re the boyfriend. My boyfriend.”

“No way,” his pretty brown eyes lit up with excitement as he pointed in between the two of you, “you’re dating me?”

“I sure am and vice versa,” you grinned happily as you slid out of the driver’s side and started to grab the groceries to bring them inside. He scrambled to keep up with you, eyes practically glued to you, “come on, love. I know you’re staring at my ass, but you can do that any other time. Now it’s time for you to get some rest.”

“Yes ma’am,” he came up and grabbed half the bags from you and headed in as soon as you had the door unlocked. You made quick work of putting everything away and ushering him upstairs to the bedroom.

For a small surprise you’d gotten him some comfy new pajamas to wear in his recovery. He claimed that he would be just fine but you knew that he was going to be a big baby. Might as well make it so he would be a comfortable big baby.

“Here you go,” you looked through the top drawer of the dresser and handed him the clean pajamas. He made a small sound of happiness, “go get changed and then into bed for you. You need to rest and need to do less talking.”

“But nothing,” you nudged him towards the bed with your hip, “besides, I guarantee that as soon as you’re in bed and comfortable the tiredness is going to set in and get you. You didn’t get much sleep last night.”

“But-”

“That’s not gonna happen,” he stripped down and put on the comfy clothes, groaning as he laid down in the soft, clean sheets. You offered him a knowing look as he made himself comfortable. He badly stifled a yawn as you raised an eyebrow, “fine, maybe you’re right.”

“I’ll grab a book and some movies in case you can’t or don’t want to sleep after a while,” you looked him over and made sure everything was in check, “and I’ll grab some water and pain meds.”

“You’re the best,” he was already getting sleepy, partly wishing you’d just get in with him, “‘m lucky you decided to date me. I wanna take you on a date when I feel better.”

“Don’t worry I’m counting on that,” you paused in the doorway for a moment, “I’m lucky to have you too, Joel. Get some rest okay? I’ll just be downstairs.”

“Can I have ice cream soon?”

“Yeah baby,” you grinned softly, “you can have all the ice cream you want later.”

“And you?”

“And me.”

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By the time you got home and Joel settled into bed, you were worn out. You made yourself a snack and sat down on the couch to watch some mindless television. There was ice cream stock piled on the freezer for when he woke up and lots of puddings and broths and yogurts for the next few days ahead. Sarah was still at a friend’s house for the night but you knew that she’d love getting to mess with Joel while he was out of commission.

After a few episodes of the show you’d thrown on, you heard the creak of the stairs. You looked up and found Joel looking at you with a pathetic little expression on his face. You smiled softly in return before motioning for him to come over and join you.

“How’re you feeling, baby?” you lifted the warm blanket and you were under and he snuggled up to you, wasting no time in getting as comfortable as possible.

“‘m okay,” he huffed as you reached up and brushed his hair out of his face, “my mouth feels weird and gross and it hurts a little. Otherwise right as rain.”

“You can use that mouthwash they gave after you eat a little something and get some pain medication. You’ll be able to brush your teeth in a day or two,” with the lightest of touches, you ghosted your fingers along his jaw. He closed his eyes and leaned into your touch, “you’re already doing good, Joel. Better than earlier anyway.”

“Oh no,” he groaned softly as you laughed, “how stupid was I acting? I feel like it was a dream, I don’t remember a lot, just bits.”

“Well, you didn’t remember that we were together, then you were shocked that I was living with you. You proceeded to flirt - albeit very badly - with me and tried to get me to agree to go on a date with you. Seemed like you’d do anything for that. When I reminded you that we’re actually already dating - that kind of together - you almost lost it. So yeah, you were something else.”

“Fuck me,” he groaned as he tried to hide his face from you. His cheeks were tinged a bright pink as you giggled, “well that’s embarrassing. Let’s never talk about this again.”

“Nice try,” you shook your head, “I am so telling Sarah when she gets home tomorrow. Don’t you worry your pretty little head, Joel Miller.”

“Baby-”

“Don’t baby me, baby,” you placed a kiss to the bridge of his nose, “You had your fun and now I get to have mine.”

“Fine,” he pouted, already knowing that neither of his girls were ever going to let him forget this, “fine.”

“You ready for some ice cream?” your voice was sticky sweet as you looked him over. He looked somewhere between miserable and thankful and totally in love as you made your way over to the kitchen, “there’s plenty in the freezer!”

“...yes please.”

#joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller x fem!reader #joel miller x you #joel miller imagine #joel miller one shot #pedro pascal #tlou

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nejiverse · 1 year

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OH OH I HAVE SOME IDEA TO SHARE I hope ya don't mind this FLUFFINESS

How would think Aki react when their baby starting to kick around inside Reader's tummy?🥺😩💖👉👈

- Leafy 🍃

THEIR LITTLE ONE

[Hayakawa Family Series]

yes!! i love this idea so damn much, aki’s absolutely adorable here😌

cw: none

700ish words

Y/n hated mornings, for the sole reason that she felt even more yucky and groggy than before she was pregnant.

So when Aki decided to wake up his lovely wife, all he got was a bunch of barbaric grumbles....a cold sweat ran down the side of his face in slight fear.

"C'mon, we have a doctor's appointment today", he uttered softly, leaning down at the side of the bed and gently tucking strands of her hair behind her ear and out of her face. He wanted better access to her pretty features.

"In..a minute", she slurred out.

Aki rolled his eyes with a huff. "You said that the last 8 times".

"A minute..", she repeated, averting her head that was once facing Aki into her pillow.

"I guess the hot bath I prepared for you is gonna go to waste, what a shame", Aki sighed and stood straight up again, peeking through his peripheral vision to see if his comment had gotten any reaction out of her.

"Nice try—".

"Correction, hot bath with bubbles", he added which made the woman peek an eye out from the pillow.

Aki had a smug look on his face, making Y/n chuckle to herself. He was very much exploiting her love for foamy baths.

"Fine..", she playfully rolled her eyes and extended her arms out to him. "But help me up first".

He did as she said and kept a hand around her wrist, leading her to the bathroom.

Y/n brushed her teeth, her lids barely able to stay open. Aki came up behind her and snaked his arms around her body to support her tired and wobbly figure, admiring how she completely melted into his touch.

One thing Y/n needed to give Aki more credit for was that he always knew what to do depending on her mood, and the fact that he remembered back hugs were her favourite in the mornings made her really really happy.

Once Aki helped her into the bath, he went out to get a towel (he forgot to bring it in).

He decided to clean up around before heading back to his wife, it'd only take a few minutes. It really irked him when things weren't where they were supposed to and untidy.

Quickly, the apartment was spick and span. The last thing he had to do was vacuum a bit—

"AKI COME QUICK!".

The sudden shout of his name made the man's shoulders jerk up as he made haste to the bathroom, his brain only assuming the worst.

Aki abruptly opened the door, gasping for air as he was met with a smiling Y/n who gestured for him to come closer.

“You gave me a heart attack”, he sighed, shaking his head as he approached her.

Y/n smiled apologetically. “Sorry, I got excited..but gimme your hand!”.

It was an odd request but nonetheless he did so.

He crouched down next to the tub and the woman placed his outstretched hand onto her protruding stomach that was slightly submerged in the water.

“She’s kicking!”, Y/n exclaimed.

Once Aki felt little kicks against his palm, his pupils visibly dilated as the feeling felt so foreign to him. To say the least, he was simply in awe. He never knew such a thing could happen during pregnancy and it made him feel as though he was physically touching his little girl.

“Does…does it hurt?”, Aki inquired.

Y/n shook her head. “It just a bit ticklish, that’s all”, it merely felt like a flutter against her belly. “For now that is”, she frowned. As she got bigger she’d start throwing harder kicks.

A sweet smile tugged at the sides of Aki’s lips as he placed a kiss right on the spot she was kicking.

“I can’t wait to finally meet you”, he spoke under his breath.

Hayakawa family series masterlist :)

A/N: Aki is the loml in case ya’ll didn’t know 🤭

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twilightttlovee · 8 months

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can i get sexually frustrated enemies ada x fem reader meeting on a mission just taking their anger out on another <:)))))))) 🥺👉👈

”Good Girl”

Ada Wong x !Fem reader

warnings : NSFW, Fingering,Ada being hot HSHSJSJSKSK, slight angst?, degrading, mommy kink, rushed 😢

There she was, the girl you once loved, it was really her.

Ada Wong. That bitch!

6 years ago, she betrayed you, had you head over heals for you. And for hells sake, you even let her kiss you. Yet just a couple hours later, she revealed her true self..a spy, before shooting you, and taking the briefcase in your possession, as it contained valuable information she needed.

And she did the same thing to your coworker, Leon Kennedy, except she was rumored to be dead.

Yet here she was, holding a gun against the back of your head.

“Drop your weapon.” She smirks, finger ghosting the trigger, and as much as you didn’t want you dropped your dagger.

“Good girl” she adds as the blade skitters across the wooden floor, causing your body to heat up. No, you can’t let her get you like this, not again, not after what happened, not after she hurt you.

“what the fuck do you want?” You grit as Ada face transforms into a sarcastic hurt expression “Is that any way to greet your long lost friend?” She purrs seductively, moving her gun from the back of your head

Her comment sends shivers down your spine, sucking your cheeks in and sighing, you say “You aren’t my friend.” A chuckle leaves her, “Ouch”

You ignore her response, turning around and taking your handgun from your gun holster, pressing it against her forehead in one swift move “What the hell are you up to now? Gonna try and seduce me and trick me again, do what you did to me and Leon?” You hiss, eyes glaring into her un phased ones. “Hm, Leon told you about me? How sweet” she says, her seductive tone returning, now added with a shit eating grin. You press the gun further into her forehead, finger resting on the trigger, “don’t fuck with me, I will blow your brains out right now.” She rolls her eyes, grin being replaced with a lower lip bite “Relax, sweetie, just came to help you out.”

Your eyes widen, face flushing, knees weakening. Shitshitshitshit! You thought. Not this shit again. You hated how Ada had this effect on you, you hated how Ada could talk to you, melt you like this, and most of all..

you hated that you liked it.

You remove the gun from her forehead, huffing and looking away as Ada turns around, “Getting quite late, isn’t it?” She smiles, “We should find a place to stay for the night.” she adds, walking away. Your eyes scan her body, how her hips sway as she walks, how the her tight red dress hugs her curves so beautifully, as if she was sculpted by the gods.

A sight that had your body heating, and your core soaking.

“Dear, don’t you agree?” She asks, catching onto your gaze.

You snap out of your trance, eyes fluttering, “Yeah yeah, whatever..sure..yeah” you babble, cursing at yourself mentally, she can’t know her effect on you! She can’t realize that she has you wrapped around her finger, just so she can leave you again!

Time skip

you two find an abandoned cabin to stay in, it was quite dusty and outdated, but it worked.

You drop your gear on the table, “You’ve been working out, huh?” Ada grins, looking you up and down, before approaching you. “Why does it matter?” You say, putting on a aggravated face, body secretly melting at her words. “You know, I’ve missed you..and I’m sorry, seriously” she sighs, looking away, guilt spreading across her face, your body untensed, “You say that, yet you went and did the same thing to Leon.” She sighs once more, turning you around to face her, placing her long fingers on your shoulders “I..I had to..please love I’m sorry…just..please forgive me..”

you snap at that, pushing her hands off of her, “What the fuck?! Don’t play that shit with me!” You snap, seeing Ada’s face fill with rage “Can you not be a fucking bitch all the goddamn time! Jesus, I said I’m sorry, can you at least just forgive me?!” you feel your body bubble with hate, “What? So you can take advantage of me again? Yeah, sure Ada, sure” you snicker as she approaches you, shoving your body against the table, breath ghosting your neck and she presses herself against you “Y’know, your such an ungrateful bitch.” she whispers, feeling your body tremble against her, she looks you up and down again, before latching her lips to your neck, sucking and nibbling on your pulse. “Up on the table, now.”

You do what she says, whimpering as she attacks your neck once again, feeling slick moisten your core, “Good girl..good fucking girl..” she taunts, undoing the zipper of your cargo pants, seeing your satin panties, now stained with all your wetness, “Mm, little slut all wet for mommy, huh?” You nod your head, moaning as Ada rubs her middle and ring finger along your clothed folds, “Please mommy, I need you” you whine, slightly grinding against her fingers, “Little slut so needy for my fingers, huh?” You nod again as she nearly rips off your panties, spreading out your legs more, putting your glistening cunt on full display for her, seeing her lick her lips, before going back to your neck, rubbing her fingers along your folds once again, causing a moan to pull out from you. “Cmon, sweetie, let mommy know how good she makes you” she says, slipping her fingers into your hole, body shaking as she starts pumping and curling her fingers into you, you feel a knot build up in your stomach, becoming somewhat painful. “P-please..m-mommy..I’m gonna-“ you mumble out, before she thrusts her fingers into to you more, snickering as she feels your breath become more heavy, “so needy for my fingers..mm..you like that?” You nod, walls clenching around her fingers as she presses her thumb against your numb, tracing slow circles around it, throwing you over the edge as you cum on her fingers, eyes rolling into the back of your head “Good job, dear, you did ‘s good..so proud..” she says, removing her fingers and planting a kiss on your forehead “Cmon, let’s find something to clean you up with..”

Thank you for the request dear! Sorry this was so short (and bad) , this is my first time doing a request :((

#ada wong #ada wong x reader #ada wong smut #ada wong x fem reader #resident evil x reader #Acqu7inted

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sorcerous-caress · 6 months

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👉👈 uhm could you maybe release a snippet of those fics? Please? 🥺

I’ve deleted and rewritten this ask like 5 times because I’ve never in my life requested smut let alone something like… well that.

-The Ex-Lurker

Anon I am very sorry to inform you that these snippest are as real as santa. I never work on more than one or two fics at a time. And even when I do, i immediately post them the second they're finished.

There is no easter bunny, no queen of England and no Shadowheart degradation snippets.

I have requests for Shadowheart degrading people that i plan on posting after I actually write them, which I have not.

Instead, have this piece I've written just for you as an apology for leading you on <3 i will do it again.

Shadowheart degrades you

[ Smut, degradation, overstimulation, nb!reader, Dom!shadowheart ]

The sound of your voice was all you could hear in the room, raw, breathless, and needy. Hearing the desperation in your own moans made you close your eyes in embarrassment.

"What's wrong?" Shadowheart's soft voice came from above you. Her hand went down to caress your head on her lap.

You choked on your own reply, your body squirming and twitching as yet another orgasm was forced out of you. Her hand between your thighs now drenched with your cum.

"Is it too much for your brain? Is that what this is about?" She didn't even give you a moment to rest before hand started moving again, the same brutal pace that she's been forcing onto you for an hour.

"If only you could see how pathetic you look right now." She didn't take her eyes off of your fucked out face on her lap, she seemed to revel in making you feel that burning shame of being watched.

She still had all of her clothes on, not a hair out of place, while you laid naked below her. She didn't even break a sweat while she continuously toyed and abused your most intimate areas into overstimulation.

"Just how many times did you make a mess already, and you're still cumming?" She stopped overstimulating you long enough to give the inside of your thighs a light slap, making your body jump as a loud whine escaped you.

She laughed, she was laughing at you.

Immediately, you felt yourself getting pushed to the edge of another orgasm, so fast too, you were really losing your mind.

"That pretty head of yours will probably be empty by the time I'm done with you." She caressed your head again, "you won't have any other purpose after. You'll be completely useless."

You were so close, you didn't care about your dignity anymore. You just wanted relief.

"Maybe I should invite all of our friends here, give them front row seats to your little show." She let you grind against her hand, cooing and chuckling as you made another mess, covering the insides of your thighs in your own cum.

But she didn't stop, instead, her hand went back to the same brutal pace if not faster.

The pleasure was too intense. It became too much and borderline painful. Your cries were ignored by Shadowheart as you begged and pleaded for a rest.

"A bitch in heat, that's what you are." The hand on your head pulled your hair in a painful grip as she brought your head closer to her face.

Her hand never stopped, you were full on crying from the burning pleasure. You couldn't control yourself, you couldn't control your voice and you couldn't stop from cumming endlessly on her hand. This was your punishment for overindulgence.

Isn't it her job to cleanse people of their sins as a cleric? Then consider this your atonement for being the whore that you are. For all the lust filled thoughts clouding your brain.

"Say, thank you." Her hold tightned on your hair, "thank me for treating you like you deserve to be treated, and I might let go."

Your nerves were on fire. You barely registered your own words as you thanked her as loudly as you can between your cries. Thanking her for giving a dirty pathetic whore like you the chance to repent and get cleansed.

Both hand let go of you, you head was dropped back into her lap.

"Turn around." She looked at you in disgust, "ass up, face down."

#♡shart #♡dom!shart #♡smut #shadowheart x reader #bg3 smut #degredation kink #overstim kink #nb!reader

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piglinmyfeet · 3 months

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YES please pretty please talk about your historical life series au

So, the setting is roughly late 1900s to early 1910s. Pre-war era England. London to be specific, though I am looking for a specific year to set this in (partly for the sake of character design)

The au contains all members of the life series, but some don't have set roles yet and I'm open to input on those, as well as ideas for characters who already have roles

The central characters are Joel and Scar (and to an extent, Grian), though the story is more from Joel's perspective overall.

Joel is an artist, as a reference to his empires s1. He was raised by his aunt and uncle in Yorkshire, along with his cousin but moved to London at a young age to pursue his career in art.

Scar is an American nouveau riche car manufacturer (a reference to hermitcraft S8) who recently moved to England and is a new patron of Joel's art.

Ren is Scar's old money neighbour who has a suspiciously familiar manservant. Spoiler but Ren is also the legitimate brother of Joel.

Martyn was the second son of an Earl and highly respected officer in the British army, however he died recently. Another spoiler, he faked his death and is disguised as Ren's manservant.

Grian is another neighbour of Scar's, though his family's wealth goes back much less far. Grian grew up with Martyn and Ren but has a deep hatred for the two of them and is determined to find something to ruin their reputation, such as an illegitimate sibling or the truth about a suspicious death.

Gem is an officer in the British army who replaced Martyn after his death. She has been disguised as a man since joining the army and is widely disrespected due to her age, despite how strict she is with the troops, rivalling many other officers.

Etho is an older army officer and the only person who knows Gem's status as he was the one who helped her make her way into the army.

Cleo is Martyns so called widow, making her a dowager. Don't ask why there was so much alcohol at her husbands funeral, a woman may cope however she pleases.

Scott is Cleo's new fiancé after the death of Martyn. He is a bankrupt noble due to a series of bad investments at the hand of his older brother and has agreed to marrying a wealthy dowager (Cleo)

Lizzie is Joel's ex-fiance who went missing a few years ago. Yet another spoiler, she got heavily involved in the suffragette movement (theyre the violent ones, the suffragists were the more peaceful ones) and is on the run from the law and under Cleos protection.

The two with less fleshed out roles at the moment are Jimmy, Joel's cousin he was raised with in Yorkshire, and Mumbo, a mechanic who works for Scar, so they need to be further developed

Then there's Pearl, Impulse, Bdubs, Skizz, BigB are Tango who I honestly have no clue where to fit them in here so please give me ideas 🥺👉👈 i literally love using that sequence of emojis its so silly

Places I took inspiration from for this are: A Gentleman's Guide to Love and Murder (Musical), The Unexpected Heiress (Visual Novel) and The Gentleman's Guide to Vice and Virtue (Book Series)

The last one is set in a completely different time period (1700s), however I took inspiration from it's mystery aspects (this also only applies to the first two books in the series) (it also has no relation to GGLAM, ignore their similar names, and the fact both have main characters who go by Monty)

(By the way, don't expect perfect historical accuracy, this is not the time period I've studied the most extensively. The one I have studied is not really suitable for Minecraft fanfiction, however I am still a history lover.)

#my very own post #traffic historical au #smallishbeans #goodtimeswithscar #rendog #inthelittlewood #grian #geminitay #ethoslab #zombiecleo #smajor1995 #ldshadowlady #asks #ggttaob

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rollingaroundin-bread · 10 months

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Hi 🥺 what if they- 👉👈 what if they got mawwied???? 💕💕💕

Okay hi I’ve been working on these on and off all month (mostly off I got really busy whoops) and I have A LOT of thoughts about a Legbone wedding (ft. the drawtectives cause they really are my blorbos)

Anyways here’s a list of headcannons that I didn’t get to draw:

So right off the bat let’s talk OUTFITS

To me Legzi and Ryjinah had gone looking for dresses but Legzi wasn’t really pumped about any of them

So maybe they went on a road trip (because ladies bookclub road trips my beloved) to either go look in a different boutique or to do other wedding related shenanigans

And on the side of the road Legzi spots this rag

And of course it’s a torn up wedding dress and suddenly she has a Vision^TM

Just Legzi being more excited about fixing up this dress than anything she could have just bought up to that point

Because to me Legzi is someone who loves to feel like a part of the process and having all her random skills she picked up from Darkmouth

Then design wise I wanted something puffy so I could hide how much taller I made her

Because personally I think her using the leg stilts on her wedding day is not only very Legzi^TM but I also made myself laugh with the concept :)

And florals because those are fun, green, and easy to make by hand (as someone who’s made a lot of ribbon flowers)!! The vines were places where the dress was really torn and needed more structural stitching

Ryjinahs dress on the other hand I wanted to take some inspiration from her season 1 design (even though I haven’t seen it)

Also I love a chance to draw some boob

so anyways York’s invitation

I’ve said it before but “artists draw fan art of each other’s art” where Karina drew Ryjinah, York, Rowan, and Jacob horse all hanging out is CANON TO ME

Which is why all of those characters were invited!! :)

Anyways I imagine all the invitations had your standard stuff- names, dates, rsvp section

But where it would’ve said +1 I think Ryjinah scribbled that out and hand wrote “+2 ;)”

Which of course Grandma would be slightly flustered by meanwhile York is like “AWESOME you guys can come!!!”

I believe in drawtectives polycule supremacy and also York is aroace

Which also lead to my miniature leg wrestling joke :)

Oh but the second York and Rah’ōxah lock eyes they’re going to leg wrestle (Pokémon rules)

Then they can become friends too and we can make Julia’s drawing in “pro artists redraw their old OCs” canon!!!

Rah’ōxah is both Legzi and Ryjinahs maid of honor :)

She’s awesome of course she can do both!!!!!!

I wish I had drawn this but to me Parker the cat officiated :)

Maybe while standing on top of Parker the horse

Ryjinah was not pleased with this but also couldn’t say no to the combined force of Legzi and Rah’ōxah’s puppy dog eyes

Plus Parker the cat is the only person (cat) they know who’s ordained

Oh last thing I wanted to but didn’t draw was a Rosé & Rowan interaction

Or not even so much of an interaction but they catch each other’s gaze from across the room and freeze

Oh more headcannons but they’re siblings to me

I mean dyed hair? Knives? Mysterious pasts? Color schemes?? Attracted to himbos???

Anyways they both have moved on from their family in different directions

So to suddenly meet again even from across the room

Then York or Gramdma calls for Rosé and she looks away and they’re gone

But I digress

Tbh for everyone’s outfits I kinda just went “you know what would be cute???”

So floral dress for grandma (obviously)

Jumpsuit + long gloves for Rosé because vibes

Unbuttoned shirt and double breasted vest for York so he doesn’t have sleeves

Similar thought process for Rah’ōxah because they give off similar vibes BUT I made Rah’ōxah’s the same colors as Ryjinah and Legzi so she could match both :)

Then a demon Johnny button on her outer vest kinda like the pin/broach she has in Julia’s drawing in pro artists redraw old OCs

Rowan I just wanted to look swanky and what’s more swanky than a tailcoat?

And for everyone but Rah’ōxah I tried to keep to their normal color schemes!! :)

Are all these outfits practical for what I made a beach wedding on a whim? Absolutely not

I gave pretty much all of them some sort of heels even if they are technically wedges which is better but STILL

Beaches are fun and easy ish to draw and I never do backgrounds anyways give me a break lol

But anyways I think that’s all my thoughts!!!

So Legzi & Ryjinah ride into the sunset on their noble steed Jacob Horse :)

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my-soupy-brain · 4 months

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could you write anything with plus size ted lasso x plus size reader 🥺👉👈

happy holidays 🎄

As a full-figured unicorn myself, I appreciate this ask! I think Ted would be so into it. He likes to be warm and snuggly and boy howdy is a curvy body good for snugglin'. Let's gooo!

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Relationship: Ted Lasso x reader

Warnings: Cuddle, cute and smut - HAPPY NEW YEAR!

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Ted couldn't help his eyes and where they went.

Whenever you walked in the room, or down the hallway, his eyes always roamed.

You dressed modestly at work. You saw how Rebecca carried her own curves and if you had the money (and time) you'd love to drape yourself in designer garments made for curves.

But your skirts and blouses did their job, keeping you professional at AFC Richmond.

And those were just fine for Ted Lasso.

"What are you lookin' at, Coach?" Beard asked, seeing Ted staring down the hallway where you were departing. Ted didn't answer for a second.

"Coach?"

"Huh?"

"I said what are you looking at?"

Ted watched you turn right and leave his field of vision. And oh God, to him, you were a vision.

"Uhhh..."

"Why don't you ask her out?" Beard asked with a smirk, knowing what Ted was gawking at.

"What? No. Don't be silly. She's just a friend."

"A friend you can't stop staring at. A friend who makes you speechless, even when I'm right in your ear?"

Ted nods and puts his hands in his pockets.

"Ask her out. You get along. She's fun. You clearly enjoy each other..."

Ted frowns and furrows his brow, nodding. "Mmmhm, let's go get Roy and talk strategy."

...

Ted finds you at the coffee machine humming a little tune, swaying your hips as you pour in your sugar.

Sugar. Oh, he'd love to call you 'sugar.'

Ted clears his throat. "Hey there, good mornin'."

You get startled by him behind you, and you smile brightly. "Oh, good morning, Ted! How's your day?"

"It's goin' OK. 'Scuse me," he says, opening a cabinet above you to grab a mug, his hand on the low curve of your back, making you shiver.

The tension could be cut with a knife.

Since starting at the club, Ted was... a dream. His smile. The way his eyes lit up and crinkled at the corner. His laugh. His voice. That deep Kansas drawl that made your back tingle, like his hand on your back...where it still is...unmoving.

Ted takes a breath and removes his hand.

You look at each other for a moment that feels like a lifetime.

"Say..." Ted starts, while you stir your coffee and smile. He stops, lost in your eyes.

"Yeah? What's up?"

"Would you...wanna grab dinner sometime?" Ted asks pensively, staring at the coffee in his cup, the steam rising, his own body temperature spiking in nervousness.

Your heart almost drops in your chest.

"Really?"

Ted quickly backtracks. "Y'know, just for fun. It doesn't have to be...y'know, a..."

"A date?"

"Yeah, that."

"What if... it's okay if it's a date?" you ask with a smile. Ted smiles, too.

"Then sure, it's a date."

...

And that's how you found yourself across a candlelit table at a small Italian restaurant in Richmond.

You opted for something more bold to wear. A cute red dress you bought at a boutique on a shopping excursion with Rebecca and Keeley. Higher price than you'd like to pay, but the girls said you looked like a bombshell.

You weren't sure about that. You couldn't help keeping your arms around your middle. Pulling and tucking where you felt self-conscious.

But Ted. The way he looked at you when he saw you outside.

"My, my, look at you," Ted said with a low, husky voice. Almost as if his thoughts escaped without censure. "I mean, you look lovely."

You blushed wildly and Ted opened the door and led you inside, his hand on your lower back again.

In Ted's mind, the curve of your ass, the way your hips moved, the way your hair flowed...

Down, boy.

He couldn't stop looking at your chest. The swell of your breasts in the dress. The way they bounced when you laughed.

The way your cheeks blushed.

The way your smile lit up his whole world.

Dinner was delightful. Sharing stories, sharing wine, giggling. You loved Ted's stories and anecdotes, and he seemed equally charmed by yours.

When he walked you home, he struggled to not want to hold your hand. But when you near your front step, he takes the chance.

His big hand grabs yours gently, his fingers dancing with yours. And at the front step...

"Thanks for the lovely evening, Ted. I hope we can...do it again sometime."

Ted smiled bright, happy that you enjoyed it as much as he did.

"I would...love that."

You wait a second and take a small breath, deciding to go for it.

"Would you...like to come inside?"

"Yes ma'am!"

...

Ted watched you pour a glass of wine for each of you. And he couldn't help the way his eyes glazed over as you walked back toward the couch, sat down, and crossed your legs.

Those thighs. He wants to kiss every inch of you...

Ted sets his wine glass down and looks at you.

"Listen, I wanna be honest..."

You take a breath.

"Lemme guess, you wanna be friends?"

Ted's stunned for a second. "What?"

You smile sadly. "I... know you're going through your divorce. And I know you've been dating Sassy. It's OK if this was..."

Ted stops you.

"I'm not dating Sassy," Ted corrects. "Sassy was..."

"Pretty?"

You're trying to swallow down your insecurities. You know Sassy. She's smart and witty but beautiful and...

"Sassy was a mistake."

Stunned. Silence.

"I really, really like you," Ted says, his voice low again, vulnerable but sexy.

"I really, really, really like you," you add, smiling, blushing wildly. Ted moves closer.

"Would it be alright if I kissed you?" he asks nervously, his eyes looking into your eyes, then at your lips.

"I'd like that."

His lips touch yours and your eyes flutter closed, your mouths moving in unison, his hand coming around your hip, the other cupping your face.

His tongue teases your lips and you open to him, and it deepens. The most incredible kiss of your life. Ted pulls away, his breath quick.

"I've wanted to do that for a long time," he whispers to your lips, which are now moving under your ear, down your neck.

His hands run down your body, your skin tight and tingling at the sensation. At the need. Your soft moan drives him wild, your body warm and hot and tender...

"God, and I've wanted to touch you..." Ted murmurs to your skin, kissing your collarbone, his hand running back up and over your breast.

"These curves drive me wild," Ted mumbles, his kisses getting more intense along your skin. "I...God, you're just..."

Your lips find each other's again, and Ted encourages you to his lap, your dress pushing up over your thighs, tight around your hips, and Ted moans, a deep, masculine sound from his chest.

The way your mouths move together, the way he nibbles your bottom lip. The way his mustache feels against your lips, the way your fingers feel in his hair...

Your hands roam down to his chest and you moan again, and you've never been so turned on.

"God, Ted..." you whisper, kissing his jaw, his neck...

"Bedroom?" you ask and Ted nods. "Please."

...

Ted Lasso knows what he's doing.

His lips are between your full thighs, his big hands wrapped around the soft skin, the way he moves them up your belly and sides. The way they knead your chest.

When he climbs back up to you, your chest heaving for air from an insane climax from his mouth, you pull his lips to yours and his body settles between your legs, which you wrap around him.

"I can't stop touchin' ya, sugar," he says, kissing down your neck again, his lips wrapping around your breast, your nipple.

He finally got to call you 'sugar' and it feels so right, your body so sweet...

When he slides into your body it's a feeling of fullness like no other. Ted Lasso...

His hips. Your hips. His breath. Your breath. His moans. Your moans.

"Ted...I'm..."

"Yeah, baby, come for me. I want to see your beautiful body come..."

It sends you over the edge quick and fast, hearing him say those things, his hands squeezing your plushy flesh at your hips and thighs, his head tucked near your breasts, and then your neck.

"That beautiful body is an instrument I wanna play over and over again," Ted murmurs, joining you in climax, your name on his lips, pet names he loves to say...

...

In the morning, Ted is wrapped behind you, his hand on your tummy, holding you close. You smile as the sun peeks through the curtains.

When you stir, he smiles, his lips brushing your shoulder.

"You awake, sugar?" he asks, peppering your skin with kisses.

"I am," you smile.

He snuggles up tighter to you, his cock hard behind you against your ass again, making him groan.

"You're so damn incredible," he whispers, nibbling your ear. "It's never felt so good."

You turn in his arms.

"Same for me. I'm... still... God, Ted. I never thought I'd get to be with you..."

Ted smirks and is curious. "Why? You're gorgeous and smart, and funny and bright. And don't get me started on this body..." he says, his eyes and hands roaming again.

"Well, because... I just thought you maybe had a type..."

Ted stops and looks at you. "Type?"

"I'm not Sassy. Or Michelle. I'm..." you say, your eyes drifting down your body.

"Better than that," he finishes, kissing your lips, his hand cupping your jaw again, gentle and warm.

"I know what you're gettin' at, darlin', but I ain't bitin'," he says, his deep hazel eyes looking into yours. His hair is flopped over his forehead adorably, and he's even more scrumptious like this.

"You know what I love about ya?" he asks sweetly. "I love how your hips sway when you walk. I love how your breasts bounce when you laugh. I love the way your cheeks blush when you smile. I love how warm you are to snuggle with, how soft your skin is... how you wrap those perfect curves around my body..."

Your eyes flutter closed as he kisses your neck, your chest against the hair of his, making you spark up again.

"But your brain and your humor and your kindness and gentle nature... I mean, you're the whole package, sugar. I'm the lucky fella that got to take you home."

You hum and smile.

"And I'm damn lucky," Ted says, rolling between your legs, nuzzling your neck with his perfect nose. "And I'd be a damn fool to not do it again and again and again..."

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My writing is rusty, I apologize. I love romantic friends-to-lovers stories so that's where I went with this. I hope it checked the box? I'm trying to dust off my writing skills again. It's been a few weeks. I do think Ted would be just... enamored with a plus size partner. Thanks for the prompt, friend!

#ted lasso x reader #ted lasso fanfiction #ted lasso fanfic #ted lasso fluff #ted lasso x you #ted lasso smut

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happysparklingshadows · 10 months

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𝙻��𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚎 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚠𝚜 + 𝚈𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙰𝚕𝚙𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚝 (’96)

Warnings: Gore, Smut, and mature themes.

Notes: She is so fucking pretty it makes my body feel tingly and my brain goes into a monkey place 👉👈🥺

*.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.*

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Lottie is very affectionate and attentive to you because she didn’t/wasn’t able to get any from her parents. She kisses you often, claiming that she can’t help herself from stopping herself; she holds your hand whenever wherever, and she is a sucker for putting her hands on your chest to feel your heartbeat. To Lottie, it feels like a more profound connection is built by the sensation of feeling your heartbeat for only her. Before the crash, she was into buying and stealing items for you. If you wanted something, you got it. After the crash, Lottie likes making little crafts for her hair or protection charms.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

She is not scared once the Wilderness takes over. To Lottie, her killing isn’t really her but this primal need to protect and keep her beloved fed. However, Lottie isn’t pushed to kill out of jealousy or fear of their beloved leaving them. Lottie knows that they will always return to her, and she will ensure it happens.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

No. Lottie is charming when it comes to her beloved, so abducting is a little bit past her willingness as a yandere. Lottie will pressure and manipulate you to keep you with her, there is no question, but she would never have you against your will because she can’t stand the sight of you in distress or panic; to her, that is her job to protect you from feeling that.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Lottie forces you to do things without you realizing it. She is slightly overbearing and critical as a person; she looks at things she doesn’t like with a turned nose without shame. Sometimes when you wear something not to her liking, or if you talk to another person too emotionally, or say something she doesn’t like, she will look at you sharply. Over time you simply would adapt with her as your partner and slowly try to please her in fear of her judgment. You wear clothes you don’t really like, you will eat food that makes you sick, you will listen to music that bores you, etc.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

All of it. Lottie’s beloved before and especially after the crash is the only person Lottie talks to about her feelings because that was how she was raised with her emotionally distant parents. Lottie is open about her feelings outside of her mental illness or the dark episodes; she will never go into detail about them before the crash. Lottie can’t mask anything anymore without her medication in the wilderness, and she will become more intense with how she talks to you.

“Where were you?”

“I went out to go pee, Lottie. What-”

“You can’t just walk away at night. I don’t know what I would do if you died. I would die too.”

“Lottie, don’t talk that way!”

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Lottie would be an emotional wreck and wouldn’t be able to speak. She is very passionate and puts you on a pedestal of what it is to be loved by a person; because of her emotionally distanced family, and that you are the only one that has ever made her feel so cared for, she would be a mix of emotions with intense plans spinning in her mind. She would find a way to get you, spread a rumor about you, put you to the whole school if it meant you would stay, and stalk you if you genuinely left her. She’s not afraid of using her Social capital and wealth to get you back to where you belong, right beside her.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

This isn’t a game. Lottie is deadly serious. She doesn’t like to think her affections or yours are a joke, and she takes the path of empathy every time there is an issue. She is a Dark Empath and will find a way to get you to feel the feelings she wants you to have.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Lottie is very aware of herself and her actions. Although she is under the influence of her mental illnesses, she always tries to be a good girlfriend. She thinks about it every waking moment about how she can be good or better for you. However, The worst thing that Lottie does is when she is stuck inside a delusion of some kind. As things get more tense and brutal, Lottie is convinced the others want to steal you away from her and that you are willing to leave her one of them, and she gets hysterical.

“I’ll fucking rip their throats out! I will feed the wilderness every drop of their blood-”

“Lottie,” You frantically cup her cheek and try to get her to look into your eyes, her eyes wide with madness looking around the empty room.

“No! You can’t leave me, (Y/n)!” Lottie sobbed violently; her hands curled at a bruising force on your sides as she forced you to press against her. She whispers to you, pathetically, “I’ll fucking everyone if I can’t have you. I will kill myself-”

You kiss her to get her to stop talking and stop her thoughts. You take ash on your finger and take her hand, “This isn’t real. You know that. I love you so much, Lottie, listen to me and the wilderness. Feel me.” You whisper to her to calm her down.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Honestly, Lottie doesn’t think much about her future or yours. She is someone who lives in the moment and wants to be together. Lottie just wants to be together forever, and if you wanted to have a life together, then you guys would. She literally would do anything for you and would live any life if it was with you. She snuck around behind your back to find out which college you were going into, and she paid to get into it and to live in the same dorm as you, because she doesn’t want to be apart.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Oh, yeah, Lottie Matthews gets jealous. She is a quiet sulking type of jealous most of the time, but she can be confrontational when someone gets too close to you. She doesn’t want to scare you with how much she wants to do to them stabbing their chest until their heart is caved in and made into a bowl of blood to offer to the great mother Because you are her baby, and she is your protector and savior. No one can or will get in the way of that.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

They are very loving and attentive. She genuinely cares about her partner's feelings and wants. However, their lover will never truly see how Lottie twists and makes their feelings something more or less than they are. Dismissive and directing is how Lottie shows her darkness, but other than that, she guides and acts out the role of the loving spiritual lover.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Lottie is feminine and still a girl in the 1990s, so she will approach you subtly and through friendly teasing. This drew out the dating process for a while because you two became friends and flirted together. It would take you to make the first move for this girl to finally act out the way she wants with you. I see you kissing her for the first time, and Lottie would make it into a hardcore make out session.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from how they act around everyone else?

Honestly, she only has to mask as much as she usually does with her mental illness, and she believes she has these tendencies because of her condition. Lottie is lovely and caring, but she can be snarky and ruthless with her words at times. She hides the obsession and the need to have you by holding her tongue, but you will learn how much she wants to tell you over the years of being together.

“Lottie, you’re sick!” You cry and hold a hand to your mouth, trying to keep in the sob as you look on with horror. Lottie stands over a girl with a knife, and her blood spills onto the witch’s cave in the tree stump she has grown fond of in the wilderness.

“(Y/n)... You have no idea how far I will go to serve you. You are precious to me.” Lottie says slowly and calmly, the antler hairdresser resting proudly on her brown curls. She moves towards you and crouches in your cowardly form. She grabs your cheeks in her hand. “I love you; I need to feed you. Let me prey for food for you… She needed to die as a sacrifice, she understood.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Lottie punishes for withdrawing her affection, attention, and money. She will stop spoiling you; you like getting gas money to drive her to school, lol, no more. You like getting little gifts or kisses throughout the day. No way, dude, she will walk right by you. She will ensure that you depend on her somehow to ensure you feel her lack in your life. You will do and say whatever you have to for her to come back.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

When Lottie isn’t punishing you or making a point to you, she doesn’t give you many rules. You are allowed to have your friends, have your own opinions, disagree with her, and don’t have to follow any restrictions outside of a normal relationship. Lottie doesn’t see herself as someone who can boss you around. She sees you as something bigger than herself and that you are this ethereal light in her life. Almost like you were an angel guiding her unworthy moral self through the dark world that is out for both of you, she will have to be the one that would get dirty for you, and you were her religion.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

She is extremely patient and kind to any emotion or reaction you have. She has this natural talent for being a listener and a healer; she doesn’t mind outbursts or violence if it comes to it. She is subtle and slow with how she gets her claws into you, so there isn’t much need to be patient in the ordinary Yandere sense.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

I don’t think you could leave Lottie because she would manipulate and condition you into believing you can’t live without her. Not in a terrifying way, as I told you before, but she will always find a way to get you to her. The only way to actually leave Lottie would be to die.

Lottie would be a mess and unable to move after you die. I see her going nonverbal and slowly starving herself to death because the light has been sucked out of the world. Lottie won’t be able to move on or even live on past your death. She would be a ghost of her former self and go down a dark path with herself for a long time after your death.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about what they are doing to their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

No, I don’t think Lottie has any regrets with you. She views her actions and plotting as something to keep the natural order in place as some kind of guardian of the wilderness. She doesn’t think what she does is wrong. She will never feel bad for how they act with their lover.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Childhood. When she was a little girl, Lottie had visions and premonitions; she had one that had never left her mind. She has an image of herself as an adult at a small farm with a bee colony around her, and she would have a wife that would come to her all pretty, like an angel. She remembers the rush of butterflies in her body as a little girl and how much hope and happiness filled her heart. She thought it was nice to know that someone would love her, and when she seen you, it was set in motion.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

It feels like someone is ripping her heart apart and making her want to cry herself. She doesn’t know what to do when you isolate yourself, but she will try her best to be loving and understanding. She will keep her eyes on you like a hawk as your space. But crying or screaming and showing fear makes Lottie have this primal sorrow come out of her like she failed to protect you and have you safe from the world.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic Yandere?

There is something profoundly spiritual or religious in the way Lottie and you love each other. Lottie creates an environment where you two can worship and pray to each other for salvation in the darkness of your new realities. Lottie sees you as an archangel of what life is, and you symbolize something deeper that Lottie can’t even explain. She just knows she needs to have you and protect you from death.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit to escape?

Lottie’s kindness. You can make her melt like butter if you just reflect her affection back on her.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

No, I don’t think Lottie would intentionally hurt her lover outside of emotional distress. Lottie will scare you and make you scared for her, but she would never physically hurt you outside of bites in the heat of passion.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Lottie fucking WORSHIPS you. She would pray to you like an altar if she could, and she could probably make a move to do that to you once starvation starts to loosen your moral compass.

You look down to see Lottie on her knees, her face pressed into your stomach as she nuzzled into the warm center of your body. She kisses the skin of your abdomen and looks up at you.

“Are you full, baby?”

“Yes, I’m full. Thank you so much, Lottie.” You say to her and kiss her; the acceptance of the dark and disturbing truth of the meat in your belly is inside was once a friend.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

Lottie snapping is slow and happens simultaneously as her mind does in the wilderness. She has loved you for a long time, and you were being so kind to her mental illness and made her love for you grow like the hunger within her. She can’t get enough of your divine light or gentle love on her that she has been longing for all her life.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

I don’t think that Lottie would need to break her darling. Still, she just slowly degrades your self-reliance, and your dependence on her will grow over time that you wouldn’t even notice, honestly.

Yandere Level

5/10 (Very possessive but cute girlfriend, who could never do anything wrong, right?)

Freedom Level

8/10 (You are very accessible; however, Lottie is very close behind you bc y’all are codependent.)

Shauna ✿ Natalie

#lottie matthews #lottie matthews x reader #yellowjackets x reader #Yellowjackets #Dark! Yellowjackets #wlw #yandere #dark!au

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jogos-delulu-wife · 5 months

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I'm so so soft for Jogo and I don't know where else to talk about my cringe BUT 👉👈 I love the idea of grumpy old Jogo starting to fall for you because of how well you care for the only other people he's opened his heart to in his long long lifespan. Like you treat Hanami with awe and reverence and gently try to pull her into group conversation when she's withdrawn. You play with Dagon in tide pools, collecting shells, and looking for sea stars. All the while Jogo is puffing away at his pipe trying to pretend like his heart isn't MELTING for you.

I loce this :’) I had some ideas but this is really the start i needed 🥺

And not cringe here 🤭 we can cry and pour our hearts out together here 🧡🩶 this went from a short Drabble to me pouring my heart out 😤🥹

Backstory time 🎉

It all started the day Geto brought you home, ah yes, you remember minding your own business in an underground club your friend brought you along too, it was just a cover up for an underground curse fight club you knew too well, over all you joined along after she begged you to go support her boyfriend with her, going along you felt strange, maybe with the curse living inside of you festering and becoming aggressive in your chest and stomach when loud blares of music surrounded you as you walked through the club that smelt like the fog machine and people who needed to shower covering up with perfume or cologne.

Making it to a bouncer you and into the back rooms of 5 flights of stairs and into a caged rink, the fun began that night, because you friend didn’t tell you you were gonna support her boyfriend because he was putting you into battle, true friends right? There you were forced into the ring shaking from all eyes on you, nervous and you could feel it in your stomach, chest and throat. Unbeknownst to you the curse living inside you was a generational curse, one time your ancestor made a pact with a mad man who backs the strongest curse user of his time, and when he was killed the pact was completed, a hand full of cursed energy was implanted into your ancestors and was passed on to the next generation as the old holder passed, every user was able to refine and work the cursed energy building up its power and strength, when they passed the cursed enter would layer almost like taking a ball and wrapping it with tape, passing it so the next person could use it and when they were done they would wrap it with another layer of tape before passing it along, every unique technique and skill accumulated for the next holder to use freely. A special grade is what you could be considered had your family ever learned to coexist with the Jujutsu world, back to it, a man with a patchwork face entered the ring and shivered under his stare, you looked around panicked finding your friend screaming and banging on the glass dome making some kinda hand motion confused before you snapped around to the man lunging at you hand stretched out, making a quick hand motion you said “Curse Technique” stepping side ways so the man was almost passing you instead reaching your hand out to grab the man’s raised wrist “Dissolution” kicking you foot around you dragged his wrist down causing him to flip and go skidding across the floor, Dissolution, being able to dissolve or nullify an enemies curse technique for a temporary amount of time after making physical contact. The man jumped up racing at you and placing a hand on you, what his technique was you had no idea, but he couldn’t use it and that’s all that mattered, bringing two hands together, the tips of you thumb, pointer, and pinky finger touching, the first knuckle of your ring and middle fingers touched as they were folded down, “Domain Expansion Soul Prison” the glass dome was blacked out by one of your ancestors Domain’s there knelt the patch work man bound by chains and staffs pierced him holding him in place the more he moved the more the chains tightened and more staffs would pierce his body to restrict his movement

It was beautiful, someone so powerful that the battle didn’t even last five minutes before Patchwork was relenting, saying he’d surrender. Domain closing the gates were open to let you out of the ring, just as you exited where you came in you ran smack into a man with black robes and satisfied look on his face, “Looks like I found exactly what i need.”

That’s how you ended up being picked up by the hood of you sweater and dragged home like a kitten and its mom, you kicked and tried to protest only to cave and just dangle there, your friends boyfriend trying to protest only to be killed by the patchwork man who simply touched him, you blinked and stayed quiet until you were dropped and told to follow along, and like a good surprise adopted kitten you followed along for some odd reason

It didn’t take long on the beachy shore for you to get comfortable, you were playing with what you thought was an octopus in the tide pools, petting its little head as it just moved around the water following you and letting you stacks shells on rocks that you’d show him and he’d occasionally blow water bubbles and nudge you when he found an intact shell, you couldn’t fight the urge to pick him up and squeeze him in a greatful hug, the sounds he made while he nuzzled into you squeezed your heart more making you smile and coo at him. It took while but soon Jogo had told you his name was Dagon, not liking the sound of you just referring to Dagon as just “him, octo baby, or squishy baby” feeling it was degrading or lowering his value”💀 In all honesty Dagon loved being your Squishy Baby when you squeezed and hugged him.

You had become great friends with the sea curse and he loved to make himself much smaller if it meant you would hold onto him and cuddle him by the fire at night squeezing him in hugs at random times while talking with everyone else, which lead to you one day in the middle of a conversation turning to Hanami, she turned to look at you also at the same him, you smiled at her resting your cheek against Dagon’s round head and he made a cooing sound. The fire illuminated the sand around all three of you “Hanami, you don’t talk much but that’s okay, if you ever have something you wanna say or do I’d love to be the first.”

You watched as she did her best to smile, in a way it was endearing, without knowing you words to Hanami were endearing in a way she didn’t understand in that moment. But if you were really willing to listen to her maybe she’d take the chance, she remembers when Jogo once yelled at her to stop talking it’s weird even if they could understand. Then she only spoke when necessary. Until one day she found you messing with some flowers in the islands woodys parts, she watched how you pouted talking to the dying flowers, trying to water them. you jumped hearing her “Those flowers won’t live here, they’re not made for sandy soil, these would be better.” Form her finger a bloom raised and flowers started to over take the open space, you snapped back to look at her, “Hanami! That’s amazing! Can you show me more?” She looked at you a light blush on her skin, “Of course.”

The shock on Jogo’s dropped jaw was a sight Mahito couldn’t help but lose it at as Geri Chuckled, he had seen you laying in a plush flower bed holding up a bloom, the top of Hanami’s head met yours as she laid, she was explains her curses technique all while rising arches of different flowers over you like a canopy, you awed and complimented her on her ability and the choice of flowers, slowly it changed to you asking about her interests in foliage and flowers, you both talked for hours until the sky behind the open canopy turned dark and you fell asleep listening to her talk about floral meanings, waking up with a yellow rose in your hands and a soft smile

But It didn’t take long, it took FORVER for Jogo to realize maybe just maybe there could possibly maybe perhaps be a smaalll little bit of space he could offer… only if it’s absolutely necessary

😒 this is Jogo when he starts to think about it and catches himself

The day Geto brought you home he was so opposed to it saying humans are disgusting and indecisive incapable of understanding true emotion. He went on and one and to top it off saying they would never be able to trust you, if you were like other humans what made them think you wouldn’t turn on them?

A month passed of Jogo watching warily as you toyed and played with Dagon slowly he found himself smiling when you’d laugh and drop into the water to smother Dagon with affection, he noted how Dagon on ocasión would “find” a particularly shiny and perfect shell just to call you over to gift it to you, noting how Dagon would smile with closed eyes and hum when you’d lift him to squeeze him kissing his little head 🥹 Jogo almost forgetting you were human with how well you could exist within them, smiling faintly thinking, “what if… i ” before he’d quickly shake his head clear, no you were human after all, there was no guarantee you weren’t just trying to snake your way in… yet there he sat on his sun chair smoking from his pipe watching you, the thoughts in his brain scrambling as he lost thought on you again.

It didn’t take long for Jogo to notice how you’d trail after Hanami asking questions and talking and pointing out random things, suspicious of what you were doing he decided to casually follow along one day when you pulled Hanami with you into the forest. Hanami was listing “Orange Fascination, Yellow Friendship, White for New Love or Innocence, Peach for Gratitude or Sincerity, Cream for thoughtfulness..” Hanami Trailed off head turning a bit in Jogo’s “discreet” location, just as she was about so say something you nodded do you think.. you can help me than?” She turned back to you, “I would do anything to help…” there was a pause before she nodded “To help a friend.” Your smile and laugh had her attempting to smile also, it was endearing, a sight that had Jogo smiling faintly, he started his walk back thinking, feeling heat on his face.

The times you’d spent with him he thought nothing of, the times where he’d get hurt and was only able to wait for his body to fix its self, there you were using an advanced cursed technique that had been refined over generations. Enjoying the way you’d scold and argue with Mahito only to win when Mahito would start babbling on idiotically risking the entire operation. Greatfull the few times you’d recovered Sukuna’s fingers, even fearful when you came close to death on multiple occasions, there he was assisting you, liking the attention you’d often pretend you were to weak to heal yourself, and reluctantly after battling himself he’d use his over coat to wrap around you to keep you secure as he’d carry you bridal style or on his back all the way home to ensure you didn’t wear yourself out, always denying it if someone asked or poked. He stopped, watching Dagon float around in the water, bringing a hand to clench his chest he felt a hard thrum in his chest and throat. It was quick and unsettling.

“What is this?”he swallowed trying to calm his heart (idk if he actually has one but he does now) He sat down on the foot of a sun chair lost in thought, hand still holding his chest.

“Sincerity is impossible unless it pervades the whole being, and the pretense of it saps the very foundation of character ya know.” Your voice scared Jogo from the thoughts he was having.

“Sincerity,” Jogo didn’t look at you staring off, “What do you feel y/n? Is what you feel for Dagon and Hanami in sincerity?”

Sitting down next to him you squinted slightly where the sea met the sky. “No one can ever be convinced even if I explain every reason with sincerity, no one understands or takes seriously someone else’s sufferings until they die. As long as you live people can and maybe will only ever doubt you. The only right you have with anyone is to their distrust… but with Hanami and Dagon. They don’t have a reason to lie or put up fronts, speaking honestly, I do feel a sincerity for both of them. I wouldn’t lie to them and what i feel with them isn’t a lie or a front to pretend everything is alright. I like their company, it beats sitting with another person whose emotions are so complex you never know when they feel like lying when there’s sincerity behind their eyes or is it just a look of a deceiving man… it’s like you Jogo, I’ve never had a reason to lie or even try to get in your good graces. But your personality, even when you get a bit explosive with Mahito, I like seeing the raw emotion because it means you’re not hiding what you feel.” You looked down at the sand, Jogo turned to look at you, “These are for you.” You lifted a small bouquet of roses and he looked at them, “Peach Roses for sincerity and Cream for Thoughtfulness.” Was all you said, he took it reluctantly, was this why you wanted Hanami’s help?

No other words were said between the two of you, but the shift in the air was evident, you smiled and Jogo looked away, “wanna go for a walk with me?” You stood up, Jogo standing beside you, the flowers left behind on the chair as you both started to casually walk and talk of what could be. Of course Dagon who had a front row tide pool seat rushed to tell Hanami how Jogo and you went on to talk after giving him flowers~

🥹 sorry this went on so long but I really really got caught up in “if only~” 🤭

#jjk jogo #jogo #jogo jjk #jogos delulu wife #jujutsu kaisen #jjk jogo x reader #jjk x reader #jogo x reader #jujutsu kaisen jogo #reader x jogo

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apompkwrites · 1 year

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All these anons shipping Lil King and Nuru have finally allowed me to reveal myself, whilst staying hidden amongst the crowd. Might I request something with Nuru and Lil King? 🥺👉👈 Fluff or angst, platonic or romantic, anything works really<3

hehe ofc ofc. im so glad you guys like nuru my lil bab <33

went more of a hurt/comfort sort of route? best of both worlds :D takes place after the mwezi miji gang enters NRC but no reconciliation w/ leona. a lil romance for the mwezi miji babies :)

some standard lil kingscholar self-deprication btw

back in mwezi miji, it wasn't uncommon for you and nuru to sleep in the same bed. back when atiena was still alive, serving the two of you fresh meals in the morning, she would often find the two of you huddled together underneath a single blanket.

of course, you always got the better bargain between the two of you considering nuru also had his wings tossed over you like a second blanket.

"i never had the heart to wake you up," she would say to the two of you. maybe that's why nuru always got up so late before she died.

what atiena didn't know, or maybe she did and just never told you, was that the events that led up to those nights involved the two of you finding solace in each other.

the nights in savanaclaw were quiet. it was all eerily quiet given that the dorms were filled with muscle-headed beastmen that had nothing in their heads except for pure anger and pride. you expected to hear plenty of snoring coming from the other rooms, but you didn't.

in fact, the silence only reminded you of those cruel nights you spent awake in mwezi miji.

you loved the town with all your heart, but it effectively ruined the concept of silence. but you knew that it wasn't their fault. it was those damned elders, their taunting words still ringing in your head when there was nothing to distract you.

sometimes, in those dark nights that were only illuminated by the stars and the moon, you swore you saw them standing outside of your window.

and, just like in mwezi miji, you swore you saw them in savanaclaw.

"nuru?" your voice was soft when you finally reached his door, lightly tapping your knuckles against it. your heart dropped to your stomach in those few moments.

nuru's probably asleep right now... i shouldn't bother him. maybe if i close my eyes--

"(name)?" his voice was just as soft as your knocking was when he opened the door. his hair was messy, a result of him burying his face in his pillows like he did when he was younger. "what's wrong?"

"ah..." your voice was caught in your throat. despite that, he seemed to get the idea.

"come," he ordered, lethargy lacing his voice as he grabbed your wrist. he was quick to shut the door behind you and pull you to his bed.

he fell into his blanket, burying his face in the pillow once more. and you followed suit, curling into his side just like you had done all those years ago.

"thank you, nuru..." you muttered your gratitude, snuggling into nuru's hold. just like when you were young, his wing extended to drape over you, covering you like a second blanket. "g'night."

and as your eyes closed and the moon and stars shined into nuru's room, you felt at peace, the elders now gone from the window.

when he was younger, nuru was quick to sleep. when you would sneak into his room, he was passed out. of course, you always woke him up and he was glad to make room for you, falling asleep within seconds once more.

but, now that he was older, he learned that the best nights were when you would curl up by his side, illuminated by the moon and the stars.

now that the two of you were in savanaclaw, miles and miles away from mwezi miji, it still felt like home the moment you were curled up beside him.

he couldn’t help it when his arm moved to wrap around you, pulling you close and pressing his cheek against the top of your head, your ears tickling his nose with every twitch. he had to force himself to not press a kiss against your head.

oh, how he cherished these nights.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland headcanons #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland scenarios #twst oc #twisted wonderland oc #black sheep #twst nuru #twisted wonderland nuru

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fish-fish27 · 1 year

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for the ruv x reader prompts, what about ruv comforting reader during a blizzard 🥺👉👈

Alright then! ^^ Reminder this is my first time posting about this so forgive me if there's some mistakes (also English is not really my first language so also forgive my grammar)

-Fishda

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Warm up my Heart

Ruv x Reader

Fluff

Oneshot

Mild Cussing

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*ACHOO!!!*

You sniffed as you wrapped yourself in a blanket. Ugh… you’re not used to this kind of weather, it’s so cold… what makes it worse is that there are no electricity for today since the power got cut off for a week due to the fact that none of you paid the bills this month and the fireplace is useless since you ran out of fire wood, not to mention how the heater you got is broken but judging by the lack of electricity it is also useless.

You got up and try to find more blankets but to no avail so you just sat down on one of the benches in the pews and hope that this blizzard ends sooner. You wonder what the other two is doing right now, are they fine? Well specifically, Is SARVENTE fine? Ruv can handle this cold weather, right? Actually, where the hell is he?

You shook it off and just closed your eyes to drift off to sleep, thinking that the moment you wake up, the storm will be over.

___

The sound of heavy boots on snow can be heard near the church as a figure approached the doors closer and closer, there stood Ruv covered in snow, he was just out to get groceries since Sarv asked him so kindly, the moment he left the store, the blizzard soon started. He also went and paid the electric bills with the extra money he got from pickpocketing while in the store.

He did remember watching the weather forecast, warning them about the upcoming snowstorm but it did not bother the man that much. It felt cold, yes but he can manage it.

He placed down the groceries on the ground and took out his copy of the keys and inserted it into the keyhole to unlock it. He then shook off the snow covering him, placing the groceries on one of the benches. At the side of his vision, he saw a pile of cloth on the other bench, his brow furrowing at the sight, thinking who left that mess.

He went to the bench to pick up the cloth, only to hear sniffles from under it, he was confused and took off that blanket to only see you, shivering and looking pale. Alongside of being concerned at your condition, he also thought of how stupid you are to stay in the pews, which is much colder, instead of being in your room.

He quickly closed the doors, locking it, carrying the groceries on one hand while carrying you on his other arm, holding you close to at least keep you warm.

After he placed the groceries on the proper shelves, he immediately went back to your room where he put you in, he also got extra firewood with him from his secret stash, it was for emergency and I guess to him this is an emergency. He also checked Sarvente’s room to drop off more firewood and to tell her that he also paid the bills.

“Where did you get the money?” She asked him with suspicion, crossing her arms against her chest.

“God’s blessing” He replied bluntly and left.

Once he arrives, he immediately put some firewood in your fireplace and tried to put it on fire, he also somehow got the heater working again by casually slamming his hand on it.

___

You started moving around, sweating from how hot it got, how you felt so suffocated and you felt like there’s a tons of weight on you. You immediately shot up awake, sitting up and wiping your forehead’s sweat and looked around, seeing the lights turned on and also the layers upon layers of blanket on you.

You heard soft cussing in russian from the corner of your room, there you see a certain mad Russian trying to light up the match but it kept breaking in half.

*CRACK* “Ублюдок…” *CRACK* “почему ты не загораешься…” *CRACK* “сука…” *CRACK* “хватит ломать- “ *CRACK-*

(Translation: Motherfucker... Why won't you light up... Bitch... Stop breaking-)

You heard him huff in anger and threw the empty box of match away, you smiled and tried not to laugh at his misery and reached for your lighter in your bedside cabinet as he pulled out another box of match.

“Это третья коробка…” *CRACK* “надеюсь, ты умрешь”

(Translation: This is the third box... I hope you die)

You got up and approached him with your lighter in hand, he looked at you with a blank expression but you can tell that inside he is raging because of the match sticks, you hand him the lighter and his shoulder seems to relax a bit. He took the other two empty match boxes and lit both on fire then threw it on the fireplace. He handed the lighter back to you and sit still as he watched the flames emerge in the fireplace.

You sat beside him and leaned on his shoulder to him.

“Where have you been?” You asked him.

“Somewhere” He answered.

You played with his jacket’s sleeve and then gave him a soft kiss on the cheek, you see his mouth slightly twitch into what you can say into a smile.

Soon the blizzard is over, both Sarvente and Ruvyzvat started cleaning the snow caused by the blizzard, in the garden, the roof, the balconies and the front yard while you stayed in your room because you got sick from the blizzard, you want to help but oh well…

#ruv x reader #ruvyzvat #fnf ruv #sarvente #fnf sarv #x reader #friday night funkin #mid fight masses #scenarios #oneshot

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queenofbaws · 13 days

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Hey Queenie, hope you're having a lovely weekend! 💕 As you well know, I can never let an opportunity pass to ask for some more LauraMax on another wonderful Six-Sentence-Sat(or)Sunday, soo... please? Some LauraMax for little ol' me? 👉👈🥺

As far as field trips went, he guessed this one wasn't awful: the museum smelled a lot better than the dairy farm they'd carted them off to back in grade school, the lunches they'd set aside for them in the food court had at least been vaguely sophomore-sized, and really, any day where he got to walk around staring off into the distance instead of dealing with Mr. Groff waxing poetic about the quadratic formula was a-okay by him.

"Whaddya think?"

Max jumped, pretending to clutch at his chest and stagger when he saw who'd snuck up on him like that, gasping out, "Augh, oh God, the fortune teller was right...I am going to die in front of a Van Gogh!"

Laura's smile did the thing it had been doing more and more often those days, forcing his stomach to turn cartwheels the longer it went on. "Oh please, like I'd let you just keel over - you're not getting off that easy," she groaned, yanking his hand away from his chest but not immediately letting it go, instead tucking her fingers into his and...oh.

"Hey, lookit that, how'd that happen?" he only half-joked, his stomach trading cartwheels for butterflies as Laura pulled him towards the rest of the class again, her hand laced in his, her triumphant smile bracketed by her very, very red cheeks; he slid his fingers between hers and made a quick mental correction to his earlier thought: As far as field trips went, Max couldn't think of a single one that had turned out better than this.

six sentence sat(or)sunday!!!

#theartofdreaming1 #six sentence weekend #queenie writes supermassive #the quarry #lauramax #heheheh well thanks vicky!!! i hope you're having an excellent weekend yourself! 🥰#i always look forward to lauramax time!!!! i just *sniffle* i just love them so much

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rorah · 3 months

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Your Leraje design is so beautiful!!!! I loved Ammeh's story so much and your design brought it to live marvellously!!! It felt like you guys made her a completely new and original character instead of a copy of Byleth or Dimitri.

Do you have any extra headcanons / brainworms about it??

PS. By the way the wiki says Leraje is a handsome demon in green who is carrying a bow. And in Yugioh there's a card that is called the "Leraje The god of Archery".

PSS. If Leraje loves horsies thanks to Dimitri in Ammeh's fic, Bow Knight Leraje when??

Oh, dear anon! let me smooch you =3= Thank you!! Hope you had left a good comment on Ammeh's work, because It's beautiful 💕. I mean, it's not a duty, but it's always appreciated by authors 🫶 Now, for brainworms I can't really say much because she's mainly under @ammeh7 's conception. I only translated her in visual language👉👈. If you ask me about those visual aspects I can expand🫰. For example, Given Byleth's and Jeralth's raw haircut, you could imagine Leraye should have look like a wild kid on the streets, however, Alois have been with them, and who knows where his spouse and daughter are during that time. I just imagine they could have go to them and get the extra help needed for those stuffs. But of course, it's not really something on me to say. Perhaps They went to someone else for a fresh haircut who knows (tbh, i went with the 2 idea that came to my mind, If I were serious I should've explored different hairstyles and such). Besides, I did Leraye's hair thinking about a mix of both, Dimitri and his princely straight hair, and Byleth's fluffy and wavy hair (I draw her fluffy bc Look at Sitri's). So since she has those royal genes, that hair must be something manageable ✨ I could expand on her clothes too. Since Jeralt and Byleth's clothes have similar patterns, I imagine Jeralt must know some tailor he can commission. In addition, since he already has experience in that matter, he can tutor Byleth on the topic of "Wearing big clothes because kids grow like weed." So some type of garment that can be adjusted over time comes in quite handy, since they can't carry a lot of things. Not to mention the footwear because it is also changed every so often. So sometimes you have to be creative xD I also could think of motherhood suits Byleth so nicely, since being a teacher made her grow, now that she doesn't have that in Hopes, she can take this chance to learn and develop herself a bit. And there's Sothis too. Perhaps Sothis wakes up early and she is fond on the little kid so she is less condescending than what was portrayed as in this game C:

Btw I looooooove the idea of Leraye could have a preference for bows 🥺. I like to think Byleth learned bows because for kids, it's convenient to just hide than fighting in close range (It totally doesn't have to do with the fact That I almost always made my Byleth a Falcon knight with bows bc brrrrrrr). Bow knight Leraye would be Awesome!! 🙌💓 (I am concerned about her strength though 😅)

#ask box #fic stuffs #Leraye/leraje my beloved #Im really up for the demon girls with demon boy's names 🫶#Isn't that lovely??#few3h fanfiction #one-night stand during academy phase AU

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themonotonysyndrome · 2 months

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wholesome domestic headcannons w celica, castin, and their baby/babies?🥺👉👈

Sure, Anon! Let's set the scene first: This is gonna be a few months after Celica gave birth and she's recovered enough to leave their share bedroom, and that means she can finally learn how to be a Mummy and parent!

Family headcanons with Castin, Celica and their twin babies, Dain & Deirdre:

The first time that Celica holds their babies didn't count. She was delirious with pain, eyes watery from crying and to weak to do nothing else but carass their babies' cheek with shaky palm. Then she fell unconscious to the sounds of the two crying, the doctors frantic orders, nurses urging Castin to leave the room and her husband's tearfully pleading to not leave him and their children.

So, yeah! As first impression goes, it could've gone better in the Baroness' humble opinion.

Recovery was a hell of a journey. Being in an out from the realm of medically induced coma is... something. Almost dying is something! Castin and Celica was so traumatised from the ordeal that her Intacian husband swore to never get her pregnant again. And honestly? Two children is more than enough for Celica.

So! Two whole seasons went by; Celica did nothing much but eat, sleep and try to stay awake to assure Castin and get to know Dain and Deirdre. Her beautiful babies.

As she gets more stronger and more lucid, Castin helps Celica differentiate their babies and regale their daily shenanigans. He speaks with so much love, so much softness that Celica decided fatherhood really suited Castin.

She admits so to their Dain and Deirdre while Castin is having a quick bath and she felt strong enough to move herself to sit on the armchair beside the cribs. "I'm glad that the two of you are putting your Daddy's through his paces. Goddess knows that he could use it."

While she did read in a book that speaking fulls sentences and no baby talk to infants would help develop their speech skills greatly, she still feel awkward doing so. Hmm. She would need to talk to Castin about this.

When Dain begin to sob, Celica scoops him into her arms and proceed to calm him down before he could disturb his sister. Unlike Castin, she knows no lullaby or appropriate bedtime story. So Dain eventually fall asleep to Celica reciting the timetables, lol.

A few months past until finally, FINALLY, the doctors and Celica's personal poison expert gives her a clean bill of health and that she can resume consuming her poison intake.

(The ugly side eye that Castin throws to poor Jaesa is chilling.)

So of course the first thing that the couple does is taking their babies out to a picnic!

"Sunscreen time! Babe, I don't care how cloudy it's going to get. You and the kids need to protect y'all skin! Here, I'll do Dain and you can do Deirdre. Then we can... do for each other?" Aaaan... cue Castin being all flirty.

"I wasn't about to refute you, husband. There should be no overkill when it comes to Dain and Deirdre. They seem to like this particular spot in the garden; I shall have the builders and landscapers to create a pavilion here."

Err... that's going a bit too far, Celly. I just don't want our skin crackin'. Not a new pavilion for the kiddos!"

"Still, I have the money and means. Why shouldn't I spoil you and our children like the princes and princess you are?"

"Babbbyyy, you're making your man blush! But no, seriously, why sort of standards are we setting if we give the kids everything they want straight out of your womb?"

"That the world is for our children, of course."

"Please, please - can we not be Karens and Kyles? No one likes those kind of parents, babe! Besides, we don't want Dain and Deirdre to be insufferable brats, right? My Ma would twist our ears otherwise!"

"...You make a good point, Castin."

Overall though? Learning how to become parents became a fun and trying adventure for Castin and Celica.

While Celica struggles to find that middle ground between a mother and a Baroness, Castin needs to figure out how to tone down his protective nature.

Because when a toddling Deirdre tripped and bang her poor head against the coffee table of their bedroom, she and Castin burst into inconsolable tears while Celica demanded for the carpenter to brought to the manor for interrogation. Fortunately for the carpenter, Rhett and Queen Isolde intervene before the entire household dissolve into anarchy. Meanwhile, all Dain did was farted on Rhett, lol.

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!!SPOILERS!!

The Fourth Wing review !!!

WHAT. I just finished the fourth wing like 5 minutes ago and i NEED to talk about it before i go to the store and buy the second book.

- I am an ultimate book-lover and it takes a lot for me to dislike a book so this is just gonna be filled the positive things that i loved

I’ll get nerding about the world-building out the way first

So for starters, this book was so well written. As a fantasy lover, i’m a sucker for a well-built fantasy world. I loved how without being too heavy on description Rebecca managed to describe the world beautifully and naturally. I love how developed the history and culture is, the religion and beliefs and values.

I love Rebecca’s take on dragons. The idea of bonding and the mental communication and emotional connection. I don’t know how original it is but it was so well-done in this story. The design of the dragons and the different species are not overcomplicated and the way she wrote it made it easy to understand. I love the descriptions of the dragons, but also (this is just my opinion) i love that Rebecca didn’t shy away from the sheer size of the dragons. Ik in fantasy there are no rules about species like this, but in all folklore and mythology dragons are like, huge, and not enough books show that.

Overall, the world building is 10/10 and perfectly woven into the story.

Things that had my jaw on the floor

Something that had me ✨flabbergasted ✨ was the small details Rebecca snuck in there unnoticed. Now i was kicking myself when it came to Violet finally finding out her signet was lightning and Xaden tells her he suspected it from the first time they kissed. I went back and realised that in that scene lightning was striking. I usually pick up on these things 😭😭

Another example is- and this one hurt me physically because i realised like the paragraph before they said it- all the times dain “caressed her cheek” or “cupped her face” the actual vulgar little maggot (i hate him). I hate that they didn’t finish him off in this book and i so hope that Xaden or Violet ends him when they get back. if not i will.

Also, the ENDING??!! THE LAST FEW LINES??!! HELLO?!?!? I did call it though as soon as she woke up and Xaden looked at her wound and it was all healed up, i was like woah hang on i thought this was the venins poison. But I WASNT EXPECTING TO MEET HIM. I do want to just say that it really ticked me off because i don’t believe Xaden knew Brennan was alive but didn’t tell violet. I want to think he found out when he got there but i think he mentioned knowing this was the place to come or something. They must have a bloody good reason to be keeping this one ☝️

The characters 🥺🥺🥺

i was in love with EVERY single one of the characters. I love how every character was focussed on at one point or another so you could connect with all of them. I love the entire groups chemistry. I think an easier way to explain would be to go through them individually:

VIOLET- So, i made a post when i was in the early chapters of this book about how she annoyed me. She was very much a stereotypical “aren’t i just💁‍♀️…too small and weak🥺to play rugby👉👈” kind of girl, and i could see myself disliking the book if it kept up. I also said i can see how, if done correctly, she could have the BEST character development and gods, it didn’t disappoint. Rebecca showed Violet growing mentally and physically in a really real and natural way. It was forced, rushed or skimmed over. It was really a big part of the whole story, and i really loved it. Violet is my short, feisty girlboss and she’s litterally my idol. I volunteer as tribute guys, i will join the riders quadrant to be with her 😔😔. Dw, I can replace Liam. I love her sarcasm. She’s litterally me if i had confidence. Her chemistry with everyone else is on point.

RHIANNON- So dispite the fact that I was pronouncing her name wrong for a good chunk of the book, THIS GURL IS ONE OF MY FAVS. Everyone needs a friend like Rhi, period. She’s also a bisexual queen (** i will lead into this later) which makes me love her even more. Massive crush. She’s so badass.

RIDOC- okay now hes just a cutie patootie 🥰🥰 like “YES THATS OUR GIRL” when Vi beat the gauntlet had my heart melting. I want one. i want a ridoc. He’s my under appreciated baby.

THE OG GANG (Vi, Rhi, Ridoc, Sawyer)- I honestly wish they had more time. I could never get enough of them. The chemistry 😭 get me a friend group like this.

LIAM- i cried. no sorry i balled. like omg why was taking him like that necessary 😭😭 But i did know he was gonna die cuz i remember when he gave vi the wooden tairn he made, i said to myself “uh oh he’s too nice he’s not gonna live”. The emotional attachment i had to this man. But besides that, the whole backstory of him and Xaden being his foster-brother and the two of them having gone through so much together was soo good. I’m so glad Xaden was given a character to fall back on, and in a sad way, i’m glad that his loss was what made him break in the end. He stayed so strong for both Violet and Xaden. He’s so loyal and sweet, there is nothing not to love about him. RIP 🩷🩷🩷

XADEN- Where do i even start with this man. just love. love love love love ❤️ Ngl, i didn’t like his description and his initial impression looks-wise which (silly me with my high fictional person standards) put me off him for the first part. But- i made a post about this aswell- i think that’s just me personally not liking big, tall, dark, hunky men. I couldn’t picture him correctly. That is until i went onto pinterest and started picturing a slightly more buff Zayn Malik with fluffy hair and reading-glasses that i liked the sound of him a lot more. OkOk besides looks, I think Xaden is my favourite character. He was so compassionate to Violet as they got closer, and just every small thing he did i loved. I mostly loved how gift-giving is his love language. Okay let’s list off the things Xaden gave: The dagger, the saddle, flowers, dick, coffee, head, his jacket, more daggers. lol anyway he had it made just for her 😭😭 So i love how we got to see him and his high defences all come crumbling down at the end. He knew he messed up when he kept secrets, and the way he was like “i will try every day for the rest of my life to make you trust me again”. The battle- Liams loss and thinking he lost Violet must’ve affected him so much i just wanna give him a big hug. AND HIS CHAPTER AT THE END 😭 i squealed when i saw it was his perspective. i want more of that ngl. When he said he felt unloved since his father died. He’s a little bundle of trauma and i love him for that. Angst aside, the pet name, the banter, the mind talking thing THE CHEMISTRY AHHHH. Best boy.

The Family trio (Liam, Xaden, Bodhi)- their connection was so cute and refreshing. It was so nice to see Xaden have people he can rely on other than Vi, and they are so iconic. I wish they got more time. I also wanted to see more of Bodhi and how he dealt with Liam’s loss. It was all very Xaden-heavy. Let’s not forget about him 🥺

The cool bois 😎 (Xaden, Garrick, Bodhi)- Honestly, i bet they act like young teenagers. I like to imagine them getting extremely competitive over a card game like dobble or smt and flipping the table. The way Garrick and Bodhi both always had Xaden’s back, keeping his secrets, knowing his history, which he doesn’t tell many people. They also quietly had Violets back too, when they cleaned up her room after her attack in the night, and then hauled in a new armoire after their.. evening together. They are also funny and Garrick and Bodhi are so quick to defend Xaden in a rlly wholesome way.

Sex 🫢

Okay so this is a fun one 🤩 First i’ll talk about sexuality in this book and the representation. Although this is just a small detail my queer ass naturally picks up on, is how i love that sexuality isn’t an explicitly identified thing in this world, it just is what it is. You sleep with who you sleep with, you love who you love. It’s not a labelled thing. Rhiannon slept with tara- normal. Then she slept with Sawyer- normal. Ridoc slept with some older guy idk- normal. Ridoc then made jokes about sleeping with violet. normal. It’s just so natural and normalised and i like that she didn’t read too deep into it. that’s all. And also the Non-binary (again not labelled) rep with i think their name was Heaton? idk but i like never see they/thems in books so it was kinda nice. I think it’s a nice thing about creating a fantasy world, you can litterally portray things like this however you want, because it’s your fictional society, and you can give them whatever norms and values you want.

Ok smut 🫣. The book had good smut, a dedicated smut chapter, and a lot of steamy moments after that. But i won’t lie to you, the main smut scene was giving edward cullen destroying the bed 😥 like ngl i was scared- and then the lightning?!? girl- anyway it was wild. I like how Xaden was openly humble, reluctant to go any further in fear of “taking advantage of her after a shit day”, He cares so much 🥺❤️. The consent was a nice part. And then another thing, that kind of relates to what i was saying about the perks of being able to create the norms of a fictional society, is how they both mentioned they were on fertility surpressants. Both of them, not just her. I liked that small detail. OTHERWISE I WAS LITTERALLY SCARED FOR HER LIFE ON THAT SCENE😭😭

My only complaint about this in particular, some might disagree is that as much as i like smut in a book, i prefer it a lot more when it’s evenly split with fluff and wholesome cuddles and forehead kisses and stuff. It was just a very sexual-heavy relationship. Although, it’s understandable considering they ARENT ACTUALLY DATING !!!

Just some other things i liked:

- Tairn and Andarna 🥺 They are so cute just eeee!!

- Golden one and silver one

- “violence”

- Jesinia, using sign. love 👏the👏inclusivity👏

- The way the storyline all came together at the end. It’s just the best feeling when you read a book and you’re getting the ending and you can see all the small details tying together perfectly, and Rebecca did SUCH a good job at that

- I love the note at the beginning saying “the following text has been translated..” because it adds such a cool small layer of depth to the whole story

- How Rebecca showed violets trauma. She couldn’t bring herself to show weakness in front of others so she runs away to somewhere where she knows she can be alone to cry. How everything comes crumbling down on her when she sees mira again. How she panics when someone she loves is at risk. How she has flashbacks when she killed Barlowe. Beautiful 😍

- Jack’s death being her discovery of her signet and a big moment for her, how it was ruined by the fear and instant trauma of killing him (lol he had it coming)

Complaints !!

I don’t think i have many complaints about this book at all, only that all the guys look the same with different hair colours 😭 i said earlier about how i don’t like the stereotypical buff protective guy and that’s what im imagining them all as. More male diversity. Obvs i mentioned the lack of fluff. Probably could’ve done with more angst.

also dain was the biggest ick from the start

The next book???

I CANT WAIT!! i’ll probably stop by and buy it tomorrow. There are a few things i’m interested in:

-Brennan 🧍‍♂️

-Xadenviolet fixing itself

-Torturing Dain 😍

-The REBELLION!! hunger games who? violet everdeen who?

something i do hope is that it continues right where it left off, because istg if rebecca decides to do something clever and introduce a whole new set of characters and not even MENTION my babies until like the end of the book i will come to her house and scrap her (a formal threat). I hope it will be just as good as the first one!! it was very quick to be released but i bet she has a trilogy or series or something lined up she will be popping out soon. I don’t see Iron Flame being the last book of the series.

Conclusion 🤩🤩💃🕺

10/10 would recommend to young-adult readers!! It just had the perfect blend of, fantasy world, storyline, romance, plot twists and action that a story could have. Will give me so much daydreaming material to work with. Very inspiring for my own fantasy world aswell !! lots of small details to take inspo from and a very cool world to explore. The whole Xadenviolet arc from start to not-so-finish is annoyingly touching and Dain is just annoying!! (i hate him)

If you got this far thanks for reading :) xx

#book review #the fourth wing #xadenviolet #violet and xaden #fantasy #fantasy books #dragons #tfw #rebecca yarros #iron flame

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