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carlossainzwho · 6 months

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dear angel lacy, eyes white as daisies

dad!carlos sainz x mom!reader

no one is giving me the girl dad content i want of carlos so i thought i should do some myself. enjoy!

lacy woke in the morning as a four-year-old girl. she ran to her parents bedroom, only to find it empty, bed neatly done and no mummy and daddy. confused, she ran down the stairs, her little legs carrying her little body and burst into the living room.

she couldn't believe her eyes - purple and pink balloons hung from the ceiling, birthday banners were spread across the walls and a small pile of presents lay on the side of the room.

she bounced to the kitchen and there stood her parents - daddy was making fresh chocolatey special pancakes and mummy was putting up a massive banner that read HAPPY BIRTHDAY LACY!

'mummy! daddy! i'm a big girl now!' lacy squealed delightedly

'aw, my baby is such a grown-up! happy birthday mi amor' y/n turned around and planted a giant kiss on her little girl's forehead.

she turned to her daddy and jumped up and down. 'yayy, daddy making pancakes! i love you daddy!'

'and what about me?' y/n retorted

'of course i love you mummy!'

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to my dearest little angel lacy, my daisy-eyed princess, happy 4th birthday! mummy and daddy love you 💖

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carlossainz55: i remember when she was a tiny little baby 🥰

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landonorris: happy birthday to lacy! love, your favourite uncle - you look better in papaya! 😌

oscarpiastri: happy birthday lacy, from your REAL favourite uncle! although i also agree, she definitely looks better in mclaren gear!

carlossainz55: no she doesn't pastry oscarpiastri: you bet she does, sainz yn~instagram: stop fighting you two! 🙄 oscarpiastri: yes m'am 🫡

user 1: not oscar and carlos fighting lmao

user 2: she's so fkn cute!

user 3: such a beautiful little girl!! happy bday lacy!!!!!!!

charlesleclerc: i still think i should let her wear some of my merch... the number 16 looks better on her

yn~instagram: no she doesn't, shut up frenchie

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charlesleclerc: how dare pierre like the comment! pierregasly: the woman's go a point, charles yn~instagram: let's not forget that you are french too, pierre 🫣

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pierregasly: ugh 🙄

carlossainz55

can you guess who the birthday girl is?

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yn~instagram: the birthday girl is lacy!

landonorris: save some cake for me please? 👉👈

oscarpiastri: me too danielricciardo: me three p1_coach: me four! some for harlow would do too! yn~instagram: why are all of you so damn hungry 😭 carlossainz55: sorry guys i ate all of it landonorris: goddamit carlos!!

user 4: im on my knees its MY dream bday party

user 5: such a pretty girl awwwww

user 6: oh to be carlos sainz's daughter

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user 6: HOLY SHIT HE LIKED THE COMMENT

user 7: gasp user 6: GASP INDEED

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got the birthday girl lacy some ice-cream!

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landonorris: lacy didn't let me have some of her ice cream 😪

oscarpiastri: well she did for me, so I'M the favourite papaya uncle landonorris: no, i am! yn~instagram: for the last time, STOP. FIGHTING. oscarpiastri: yes m'am 🫡

user 8: not oscar and LANDO fighting now lmao

user 9: god i love them all

lilyzneimer: the birthday girl definitely looks happy with that ice cream! although, i do recommend strawberry flavour for next time!

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user 10: who knew f1 drivers could be such dweebs?

yn~instagram: the only dweeb on this planet is charles damn leclerc charlesleclerc: hey!

user 11: oh to be a fly on the wall in an ice-cream parlour... *sighs*

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thanks for reading! liking and reblogging will help so much! you are always loved <3

of course, more olivia rodrigo has been used because she is STUNNING!

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theyhavetakenovermylife · 3 months

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Could we maybe get a part two of TLR Mikey x reader where she confesses her love to him as he’s dying and they have one last kiss 👉👈

Even Better: part 2 (Angst) (18+)

TLR!Michelangelo x reader

Part 1

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A/N: You certainly can!🧡 But given the nature of the first part, I just had to add smut into this one as well, and once again, my smut breaks weren't working. I was all cuddled up in bed, but then had to turn my heating off, only to start crying right afterwards. Anyway, hope you enjoy, even if you cry😭🖤

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The reader is at least 20. Mikey is in his 40’s.

Warnings: Loss of loved ones, age difference, groping, mutual masturbation, pornstar-ish fingering, dirty talk, manhandling, hard sex, suicide mission, description of blood and death, reader my experience what can only be described as an emotional rollercoster.

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After that first night with Michelangelo, everything had so much better than you could have ever dreamed of. Sure, Mikey was still his gloomy self during the day, brooding and training, talking to himself, laying a plan for the day he would take down Oroku Hiroto. Heck, he even became your sister’s sensei, training her in the ninja arts that he and his brothers had been brought up with.

But that was what happened during the day. Night was much different. Every night, once you were sure that your mother and sister had gone to bed, or left for the streets of New York City above your head, or gone to black market during the night, you would make your way to the Splinter’s old room, which Mikey now called his. That or he would already be standing outside of your door, waiting for you to let him in.

Every night was the same. Mikey would hold you close, and ask you about the dreams you used to have about him. What thoughts had been through your mind, as you touched yourself with his name on your lips. He wanted to know. And once he knew, he would make sure that it would become reality, doing anything you asked him to do, his big hand covering your mouth as he fucked you through out the night, drawing one earth shattering orgasm from you after another.

Each night, after Mikey had made sure both of you had been more than satisfied, he would rest down beside you and hold you close, his thick fingers running circles on your skin as he looked at you. In this position he would slowly open up to you, and tell you all the things that had been plaguing him the past 20 years. The faces of those he had lost, and the many things he had to do in order to survive. You would forever remember that night, where he wondered out loud, how his hands, the hands of a monster, that had taken so many lives, was able to bring such a beautiful creature like you so much pleasure. That comment had stuck with you, in a way that you had not expected it to, running through your head, whenever you saw him walk through the lair.

But as the days passed by, and you and Mikey’s nights became more and more. You could not deny the feelings you had been growing for him. It was more than just physical attraction, stemming from an old fantasy. No, it was stronger. On a short period of time, you had developed strong feelings for Michelangelo, and with each passing day, they only seemed to blossom further.

Then came the day he, your sister and your mother went to Stockman’s island. You hated every minute of it, staying back with a few resistance members, trying to keep up the communications, while making sure the base of operations stayed hidden. But when you lost communication with your mother you almost broke down, and in the short time you lost contact with Mikey and Casey Marie you almost fainted. You feared the worst, remembering how Mikey had said he hated the plan.

And then the power went out, leaving all of New York City in darkness. Whatever they had done, it had worked. And once you heard their voices on the intercom once more, you were overjoyed to know that they were alive.

“I think we won”, Casey Marie said.

“The battle, not the war”, your mom answered her.

“And not at a price I’m willing to pay anymore”, Mikey growled, his voice vibrating through the intercom. At that moment you were too relieved, knowing he was alive, to think about what his words meant. Looking back, you wished you had taken the time to think about what they meant…

You raced to the lair in order to find your family, wanting to celebrate their safe return home in some shape or form. But they were nowhere to be found. Your sister was not in the dojo and your mother wasn't in her lab. But what you did find was a bunch of water, creating small puddles on the floor.

You stared at the water in confusion, wondering where it came from, when you heard a familiar low vibrating sound from Mikey’s room. Your heart started beating fast, as you ran to his room, bursting through the door to find him standing by the bed, wearing his overalls, his body covered in small bandages. He showed no reaction when you came in, instead moving some of his things around, his shell turned to you, walking through the small puddles that had formed on the floor, as if they never were there.

“Mikey”, you breathed out, holding back a sob from pure relief, watching as he slowly turned towards you, his face as scolding as it normally was. “Oh, Mikey, I’m so happy that you’re alive! I was so scared, I thought-”.

He caught you off with his hand wrapping around your neck, before pulling you in for a hungry kiss. You gasped, fumbling to grab onto his overalls as his tongue made its way into your mouth, his other hand roughly grabbing onto your ass, pulling your body against his large firm one, with such ferocity, that you would not think that he had ever touched you before.

“Mikey!”, you gasped, pulling from the kiss, your breathing heavy. His eyes were dark, so deep and dark. “My mom could be here! Casey too!”

“Like I care”, he growled, moving his hand from your throat to your chin, forcing you close to him once more. You yelped as he smacked your still clothed behind, making him growl at the sound that left your mouth. “I need you now, (Y/N)”.

You shivered at his words as they shot straight to your core, all thoughts and worries about your mother and sister disappearing, leaving only the thought of Mikey back. He noticed the effect his words had on you, feeling as you subconsciously started rubbing your thighs together, coupled with the strong aroma he had grown familiar with, ever since that first night with you. You smelled just as amazing, as the day he caught you staring at him, and the night he walked in on you touching yourself to the thought of him.

Mikey pulled you in for another hungry kiss, and this time you returned it with just as much need and hunger. Your lips moved together, as if you had thirsted for years, and the only way to quench the scorching desert in both of your mouths, was by the tongue of the other.

Any other night, Mikey would be calmer, almost back you shiver in anticipation as he asked about your dreams of him. But not tonight. His hand on your ass groped you, pushing you up against his clothed cloaca, grinding onto you. But you could not complain. It was exciting to have him growl and groan against your lips.

Suddenly Mikey let go of your neck, in order to place both of his hands on your rear, roughly lifting you up off the ground. You instinctively tried to wrap your legs around his broad torso, your arms hanging on to him for dear life, still deeply engaged in the wet and sloppy kiss.

Without looking or letting go of you, Mikey moved towards the metal spring bed. He stopped just before the bed, once again moving your hips against him, drawing a needy moan from you. Then suddenly, once against catching you totally off guard, Mikey dropped you onto the bed. The old springs creaked under you as you hit the mattress, falling onto you, staring up at the large terrapin, as he towered over you. You bite your lower lip at the sight of him. Even when he just stood there, still clothed, the very sight of Mikey just did something to you, making your stomach tingle in ways you had never felt before meeting him. And now as he stood over you, it reminded you of that night, where he pulled your blanket off, revealing your naked lower half to him. It did not matter how many night you and Mikey had spent together, that one would always remain at the forefront of your mind.

“Take it off”, Mikey grumbled, nodding towards your clothing. You were stunned for a moment, shocked by how three words could get you so hot and bothered. The way his dark hooded eyes watched you, made your skin feel as if it was on fire. It was becoming too hot with your clothes on. You stared into his eyes as you started undoing your top, another rush of excitement washing through you as you saw his own hand move towards his clothed crotch, slowly tracing over his cloaca as the fabric left your skin.

Mikey hummed as your shirt hit the end of the bed, watching as you started opening your pants, his hand now flatley rubbing against himself. “That’s my girl”.

You sucked a breath in as you pushed your pants down your hips, before throwing them next to your shirt, seeing the vein in Mikey’s neck becoming prominent as he was hit with the strong wave of your arousal, almost making his mouth water. As you sat up on your now naked knees and reached behind your back to undo your bra, Mikey started undoing the straps on his overalls, a growl escaping him as your nipples emerged from their hiding place, becoming hard in the cold air of the lair. That was when Mikey stepped out of his overalls, his hardened member already fully exposed from his cloaca, small droplets of pre-cum gathered at the opening. You reached you for him, wishing to touch his shaft, the inside of his mouth begging you to take him in, but he slapped your hand away. He then grabbed a hold of your legs, pulling them forwards so hard that you fell back onto the bed once more, your legs now spread wide open for him, your dripping core still covered by your underwear.

“Touch yourself”, he demanded. “Show me what you used to do when you thought of me”.

You whimpered at his request, before thinking back to all the times you had touched yourself in your room, fantasizing about the mutant that stood in front of you right now. One of your hands slowly went up to your breast, circling your nipple, while the other went down to the waistline of your underwear, your fingers slowly dipping in. You sighed out loud in pleasure as your fingers found your clit, letting you index finger and middle finger rub slow circles over your little bundle of nerves.

Mikey watched as your hands slowly began to work on yourself, his own hand making its way to his erection, where his thumb started rubbing the top of his spongy head.

The fingers on your breast started pinching your nipples, and the fingers in your underwear moved in faster circles. Mikey let go of himself momentarily, in order to pull your underwear down in one swift move, making you scream out in surprise, before being left bare in front of him.

You watched as Mikey’s hand wrapped around his length, just as your own fingers were finding your entrance. Pushing two fingers into yourself, you let out a pleasurable moan, the hand on your chest grabbing on to your round form. Mikey in turn started moving his hand up and down his shaft, matching the speed of your fingers, small but deep groans escaping him.

Resting his knees against the bed, he leaned over you, his lust blown eyes staring into yours. “Does it feel good?”, he asked, his voice raspy and deep and his eyes strained in focus, making you clench around your own fingers. “Does it feel as good as me?”

“No, Mikey”, you whimpered in response, speeding up the movement of your fingers, curling them inside of you. “This doesn't feel as good as you do”.

“That’s right”, Mikey growled, the speed of his hand increasing to match yours. “Because I can do better than that. So much better”.

“Mikey”, you moaned, letting go of your chest in order to reach out for him. But with a roar like groan, Mikey grabbed a hold of you once more, lifting you up from the bed and holding you against him. He quickly laid down on the bed with his shell resting against the wall, bringing you down with him, pressing your back up against his plastron. One of his hands kept your legs open, while the other sneaked up between your boobs, before grabbing onto your neck, using the forearm between your mounts to keep you pressed against him. Instinctively you held onto his arms, gasping as you felt his large member poke against the small of your back. So many nights had he fucked you with rod poking against you, but here you were, still finding yourself shocked at how big he was.

You turned your head, trying to get a better look at the handsome hold turtle, but he turned your head forward, his hot breath fanning over the side of your face. You shook in anticipation, as you felt the hand that had kept your legs open, glide from your thigh and down towards your yearning center.

“From now on”, Mikey grumbled against your ear, his big fingers getting closer and closer to your core, your hips scooting forwards in order to meet them. “When you touch yourself, you’ll always think of what I’m doing to you tonight”. With those words, two of his fingers found your now overly sensitive clit, rubbing them just like you had shown him. You moaned out loud, letting your head fall back against his shoulder. It was no surprise to you that his fingers felt better than yours. Even though he did almost the exact same thing as you, he did it even better.

On instinct, your legs tried to close your core off from the strong stimulation Mikey’s fingers provided your clit. But that was not passing by the old turtle. Hooking his legs around yours, he forced them apart once more. Your hips started to buckle as Mikey inserted one of his thick fingers into you, curling it upwards, before thrusting it hard and fast into you, making you moan louder than you ever had before. Your mouth wide open in an O shape, as you watched his fingers work on you. The wet sounds from your cunt were lewd, along with the sounds that escaped your lips.

“You love this, don’t you, (Y/N)?”, Mikey groaned into your ear, nibbling on your earlobe. “All those times before we met, you’ve wanted my hands instead of yours, didn’t you?”

“Yes!”, you practically screamed. “I fucking love your hands, Mikey!”

As if that had been a code word, Mikey removed his hand from your tight cunt, letting go of your legs, before throwing your back onto the bed. You moaned, not expecting that Mikey throwing you around like a rag doll would turn you on so much. He climbed on top of you, positioning himself between your legs, keeping them wide open for him.

“We both know you love my dick more”, he growled, lining himself up with your entrance, not waiting for your permission before he started moving. You almost screamed out in pleasure, holding on to his broad shoulders as he started fucking you, harder than he had ever done before. You were moaning so loud that you were sure that if anybody was home, they would have heard you long ago. You wondered if the streets of New York could hear it. How good Mikey was fucking you and how you begged him not to stop. The bed was creaking and moving so wildly, to the point where you were sure it would break at any moment. But Mikey did not hold back. Instead his big hand found your chin, holding your head still, making sure you were facing him, while his other hand found way down between the two of you, his thumb working furiously on your clit. You closed your eyes, feeling your high coming closer and closer, threatening to take over your body at a moment's notice.

“No”, Mikey growled. “Look at me, (Y/N). I want to see your eyes when you cum”.

You opened your eyes and held on to Mikey with every fiber of your being. You were so fucking close, and you knew this one was going to be big. The biggest and hardest one Mikey had ever given you.

“What’s my name?”, he growled.

“Mikey”.

“What’s my name?!”, he roared, the bed hitting the wall with each thrust into you.

“Mikey! Oh my god, Mikey! Fuuuuck!” Your moans came out as screams as your body shaking orgasm took over. You cried out as Mikey held your spassing body against him, riding out your high and chasing his own as fast as he could. He came with the loudest moan you had ever heard from him. Your name falling from his lips, so loud and clear you would never be able to forget it. And you never wanted to forget it.

Normally, this was where Mikey would hold you close, taking sweet care of you and making sure that you were okay, before the two of you would talk about whatever was on your mind. But like said before, this night was different.

Mikey took care of you, cleaning you up as needed, before pulling the blanket over you. You didn’t think much of it, expecting him to lay down beside you at any moment. But he didn’t. Instead he just sat down next to you, looking at you with an unreadable expression. Quietly he placed a soft hand on your cheek, tilting your head towards him, before placing a soft kiss on your lips, his lingering against yours for what felt like an eternity and a short time, all wrapped up in one. No hunger, no tongue, no frustration. Just… sadness.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N), but I have to go”, he said, getting up from the bed in order to put on his overalls.

“Mikey?”, you asked in confusion, watching him as he wrapped up his arms, before taking on his gear. Sudden realization hit you, as he pulled the black bandana down over his eyes. “Where are you going?”

Mikey stopped in his tracks for a moment, wondering if he should tell you. No, he couldn’t. You were only 20. He could not let you know, and ruin the bright future you had ahead of you. Or at least, whatever bright future that was possible in a world like this. Maybe it was his own emotions holding him back. The fear of not being able to do it if he told you. Or maybe it was the fear of the hurt there would be in your eyes. But he had to tell you something. That was the least he could do before he would go on with his plan.

“Too many innocents are gettin’ hurt”.

That was when it hit you. Like a wall of bricks. You knew what he was going to do. You yelled, tears forming in your eyes, telling him not to go, but Mikey did answer. Instead he looked down towards his feet, took a deep breath, before turning and walking out the door. You jumped from the bed, your hands and legs shaking as you struggled to put on your clothes. You yelled out the door, screaming and begging him to come back. But he didn’t. And now the water was rising throughout the lair.

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Your legs were hurting as you and Casey Marie ran down the sewers, with your mother’s tracker in hand. Both you and Casey had wanted to find him. Either help him or get him back home. But with the power outage and the rising water levels, you had to stay back and help your mother.

“We’re almost there!”, Casey yelled over her shoulder. And she was right. You were almost there. But just a little too late.

You and Casey jumped out of the sewer and onto the rocky beach. In the brown water you saw the white and partly silver body of Oroku Hiroto floating around with his face down. And on the beach, you saw the unmistakable shape of a mutant turtle. The sight of him laying there, almost unmovable, made your stomach turn and your knees buckle. It took you a moment to gather your senses.

“Sensei!”, Casey yelled, running ahead of you. She fell to her knees next to him, tears running down her face as she pulled out his journal from her backpack. Reality finally managed to catch up with you, as you ran to his side, tears falling down your face as you crawled to his side, your sister already crying.

“Mikey”, you whispered, trying not to choke up, watching the blood run from his mouth.

“I’m… sorry, (Y/N)”, he whispered back. “Had to… do it… it was… my duty… my… destiny. For my family”.

“But we’re your family now. I’m your family now”, you said, fighting the tears that was pushing their way forwards. “And… and I love you, Mikey”, you choked out, watching his dazed eyes become more and more blurred. “I love you so much”.

Mikey’s hand lifted from the ground, before letting it rest against your face, as he forced his last will to look at you. To admire your every feature. The face that had provided him with the last bits of hope he had needed. The only face that had made him feel truly happy for these past 20 years. He felt your warm hand on his, holding him close to you, just like he had held you close all those nights.

“I love you too, (Y/N)”, he whispered back. “Thank you… My time with you… has not just been amazing… but even better”. A tear rolled down your face as slowly let your lips meet, feeling him use his last powers to kiss you, with a tender soft kiss. This time there was no sadness in his soft kiss, but a small bit of happiness and gratitude. Mikey finally knew peace. And with that peace he took his final breath, his hand becoming limb in your grip, and his eyes becoming black. You broke down in tears, cradling his hand against your face. Michelangelo, the last of the ninja turtles, and the man that you had fallen in love with, was gone. His spirit now living peacefully with the rest of his family.

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aleksanderscult · 2 months

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Darklina's first kiss

That meme that I posted made me wanna analyze their first awkward kiss.

Consider it a little gift for Valentine's day 💕

I'll quickly skip over their conversation with Baghra and their conversation with each other minus some important parts.

The Darkling sees that even though her power has improved it's not enough to be used against the volcra.

Baghra has changed her tune apparently. All the other times she was alone with Alina she was saying: "Your power is not enough! Try again! Again!". Now she's like "No, I think it is enough. Give her an amplifier" out of an attempt to persuade the Darkling not to go after the Stag.

Baghra brings out her usual toxic self and the Darkling alludes that he has often been verbally attacked by his mother.

YES! STAND UP TO HER!!

Seeing a victim of abuse standing up to his abuser is so empowering.

The Darkling tells Baghra to take her toxic ass and leave them the fuck alone.

He sees how her powers have changed her physically and have given her health and vitality.

The Darkling when he saw Alina strong and healthy: "You look well😊"

Mal when he saw Alina strong and healthy: "You look well😒"

The Darkling being a gentleman is one of the highlights of this book 👌

Alina is the one that breaks the silence and asks him about the Stag.

He's trying to let her know that just because her powers aren't enough, that doesn't mean that she's worthless. And even admits that he cannot deal with the Fold himself. He's making an effort to make her feel less bad about herself.

He's a fan of her humor 😭🥹👉👈

Now he's even apologising for giving her false hope. He promised her the Stag and he can't find it.

He even doubts himself and can't shake off the words Baghra had told him. Even though they disagree on almost everything, he seems to always keep her words in his mind.

Actually no Alina, Baghra is no good for Aleksander. She's just the person the lowers his confidence.

THEY'RE TOO CUTE!! TOO ADORABLE!! IT'S ALMOST DISGUSTING!! 😭😭

"The most random kiss doesn't ex...."

WHERE DID THAT COME FROM??

By the way, is that "flush" from the cold or from something else? 😌 Is it a blush? 😌

Never mind it's still cute regardless because we just witnessed a thousand year old creature unable to hide his crush anymore.

Also, I've seen people say that he kissed her because he wanted to distract her from asking questions about the Stag. It's true that Alina started this conversation but here the Darkling only asked her opinion. And it's apparent that he means it when he says that he cares to know about it because he did the same thing in RoW when he asked to see her and talk to her.

How did I expect a truly manipulative person to react: *all confident, flirty, even smug about it*

How did the Darkling react: "Uhh...I....uhh...I think I left the stove on!! Gotta go!!"

How does it feel to catch feelings after centuries of withdrawal from them, Aleksander? 🙃

Ivan decided to cockblock them because why not.

OR he took pity of him and said: "Gotta help him out of this".

Bros helping each other 🤝

Why did he smirk if he didn't notice that there is something wrong with his master? A girl having lost a beat in front of the Darkling is normal for him. But the Darkling himself having lost ten beats in front of a girl must be something entertaining for him indeed.😏

The Darkling be like:

"Pretend everything is okay, Aleksander. Just walk normally, talk normally and pretend like you don't have a flock of butterflies inside your stomach. Oh! I also need to remember to give Ivan a raise. He's a life saver".

So yeah I don't think it was actually a sneaky attempt of manipulation but our evil mastelord couldn't control his own feelings and let them act before his logic. Even powerful immortals get crushes and act all awkward with them apparently. Especially this one who has squashed his feelings down for centuries and he's surprised to find out that not only they still exist inside him but have also taken over him.

#the darkling #the Darkling's effort gave consolation to all the lovesick people out there that even immortals act embarrassing when in love #alina starkov #darklina #alarkling #baghra morozova #pro darklina #pro alarkling #aleksander morozova #pro darkling #shadow and bone #grishaverse #ivan

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anna1306 · 2 years

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Imagine! With poly lost boys if you dont mind??? Gn or m! Reader....óvò👉👈

Lost boys really to finding out their S/o went through some stuff and was forced to become a vampire (artificial vampires!).

They dont have any bite markings like a normal turned vamp. is incredibly insecure about it. Artificial vampires being considered as worthless (or lower tier in comparison to vampires made in the traditional way) in vampire society. They cant do some of the things normal vamps can, and can surprisingly stay in the sun for short periods of time??( flexing on these undead hoes istg)

Ignore if your asks arent open I'm sorry!! Ahhh >^< ♥️♥️

Poly!Lost Boys x Reader "Artificial Vampire"

Alright, first things first. There is some hierarchy in vampire's world. Some of vamps are turned. They are full vampires after trying human blood. But of course there were some geniuses (sadists), who wanted something more. And they made a way to create vampires a bit differently. They became servants of those who were turned naturally. With time it has become more of some old and forgotten tradition, that isn't very popular nowadays, but still some "artificials" were made and kept living from long time ago.

This being said, you were unfortunate enough to get in the hands of one of those "scientists". Cliche story of your car breaking down in the middle of nowhere, you trying to ask for help and instead finding yourself in the laboratory of a mad man.

You didn't remember a lot from that time afterwards. Your mind was clouded with something and it was constant agony and pain following you, so your mind just shut it off.

He told you of vampires, of what he is doing with you. You listened, bound to the blood he gave you, bound to thirst and many other things. You couldn't resist him, yet you wanted his head off his body.

He was easily fooled. Blind in his wishes to have loyal servant he believed in your obedience. He let you go outside, make some chores for him. And one time he didn't lock your cell door in the morning before going to sleep.

You ran as far as you could. Stole some money, got on the bus and drove off. You were lost, not knowing if you could go back to your home, too afraid to hurt some of your friends or him finding you again. The only thing you could come up with - start a new life.

That was how you found your way in Santa-Carla. It was little town, with one big and bright place to go, a lot of people going through this town and disappearing in unknown directions. You found yourself a job, little flat you could live in and tried to settle there and start a new life.

That was before you met the boys. They ran into your life full speed, took you with them and ran further down the road. It was a whirlwind of crazy nights, fun, love and everything in between.

David loved your calmness and stubborness. He liked to speak with you calmly, while there was chaos on the background. Something in you, seeking some comfort and quietness in him, while Marko roughhoused with Paul, was endearing for him. He noticed some fear in the moments they got closer to you, but he thought it was natural fear of being hurt.

Dwayne liked your enthusiasm, when you talked about something you like. Books, movies, music? You could discuss plot twists and your favourite ones with him or give him tons of advices on something he had never heard about. And it was always funny how you didn't know some of the new ones from the last couple years...

Paul loved all of you. From your head to toes, every inch of you was perfect to him. He had no idea of personal space and it took some time for him to understand that you needed a slower approach. He wanted to just grab and kiss you and you jumped away from him almost in fear. Even if you laughed it off, saying it was from surprise - he was offended. A little bit.

Marko always liked challenges. But you were the one he never challenged to anything really. You were too composed, too serious and too jumpy. He called you his scaredy-cat. And after he tried to prank you and grab you in your sleep, which lead to your hysteria and crying - Marko learned he shouldn't pull prank on you. Ever.

"You know this is weird, right?" Paul pouted, while flipping through the pages of the magazine. "Y/N's behaviour."

"They are fine to me." Marko shrugged, trying to throw chips into his own mouth and failing. "They are always like this."

"I grabbed their hand, and they jumped like I was some monster." Paul pouted, turning the magazine upside down.

"You kill people, you are the definition monster." Dwayne answered nonchalantly, opening the bottle of beer. "Plus you have cold and thin fingers, it is scary for humans."

"But there is something weird with them, I agree. They are scaredy-cat." David nodded lazily, breathing out the smoke. "We'll watch over them, don't fret."

And they did watch. How you went away in sunlight from their cave, more relaxed than usual. They watched how you always chose the place, where you could see the whole room. You were pale from time to time and refused to go to the Boardwalk with them.

You, in your turn, tried to be as careful as you could. The guys wouldn't understand that you were some kind of vampire experiment. They wouldn't understand your hunger, they would be frightened. And you fell hard for them, you couldn't risk that.

All went well until one night, when the boys were hanging out at your flat.

"Um... Y/N?" Marko called from the kitchen. Little gremlin went to have a snack, but sounded puzzled. You lazily raised your head from David's lap.

"What?"

"Is it pomegranate juice or whatever?" You raised an eyebrow. Why did he ask about juice, you didn't have any pomegranate... Oh. Dear. Lord.

"Marko, yes, it is juice, put it away now, it is expired and I will..."

"It's not a juice." He showed in the doorframe with bottle from your blood stash. You froze and definitely got paler under watchful eyes of guys.

"It is just expired and..."

"It is blood. I can see the difference between juice and blood, you know?" He looked at you, and you sat straight, looking somewhere in the corner. How could you explain that?

"I don't... It's not..." Dwayne sat next to you, taking your hand in his, which confused you even further. They found blood in your house, how could they be so calm?

"It's alright, princex. We are not going away. Tell us the truth." He pushed you softly to honesty and... How could you not trust him?

You told them the truth. About that night, about who you were. You were tensed even when they didn't call you crazy and leave, their silence could have meant anything. But...

"Finally Paul would calm down about what the hell is wrong with you." David scoffed and kissed your temple. "Is it old, Marko?"

"Smells like week old. Maybe longer." He shrugged, while you looked between them all, not understanding the delighted expression on Paul's face, Dwayne's soft smile and overall calmness.

"How do you know that, I..."

"We are vampires. Turned, not... Whatever that freak did to you. I am hearing first of all of these, but that is another theme. Let's go to our place. We have fresh stuff." David took your hand, tugging you to exit, while you tried to understand all of the information.

They were normal vampires. Like the one you ran away from, so of course you had your doubts. They didn't push you, rather pushed excited Paul away to give you some space.

They didn't have a clue about "artificial" ones. Max didn't have anything from the old tradition of this and didn't tell them anything about it. David went to him for answers, and much to his dismay and delight of Max, got an entire lection about this.

You were scared that even if not the boys, then Max surely try and control you. But he stayed back. He was extatic that the boys came to him for help, that was enough.

Paul still doesn't understand a lot. Like... You both are alike! You drink blood, he drinks blood, you are strong and immortal, he is strong and immortal. You are hot, he is hot. Why were you tensed up? It took a lot of patience from Dwayne to explain everything, but once he got the idea, he surprisingly backed up and let you have your space. "I still don't understand much, you are like us, but you can go out in daytime and you are cooler in this way, but meh... You come back to us, that's more important."

Dwayne is patient. He understands now more, why you are so jumpy and easily scared. He is ready to listen to whatever you can remember and ready to help with anything. Even if you are different, it's only slightly. He is supporting you if you don't want to feed from people, even arguing with David about this. "I am here for you if you need me. Feed you, talk to you. We are not gonna look down on you, like on some kind of pet, princex, why would we? Paul is more like a pet to us in that case."

Marko is terrified. He has heard about "experiments", but never thought of it. Like it didn't happen to him or anyone close to him, so he didn't give it too much thought. To know that the person he is in love with has gone through so much pain... He is horrified that he could trigger something with his pranks or cause you more damage. "You are safe, I promise. I will protect you, if anything. Baby, I am so sorry, I... Let's pull a prank on Paul, he won't get mad, and that would distract us both!"

David is calm outwardly. He treats you the same way, only offers you blood from time to time. He invites you on their hunt or asks you to do some stuff for him in the daytime. But inwardly... Inwardly he is enraged. If he could, he would find the one who caused you pain and tear him down piece by piece. But he couldn't leave the boys and you. "It's not your fault, kitten, that it's happened. I would prefer to turn you myself but I can live with you like this in any case."

Mainly your relationship don't change much. You go on dates, you gift things to each other, you care for each other. It's just now they take you for some of their hunts for you to be with them there. Or share their stock with you. They are overall more comfortable with you now that they don't have to hide themselves and that alone make you relax more with them in response.

If the one who made you like this show up to Santa-Carla, or even go as far as to try and make you go with him or hell forbid, kidnap you - he would have four very pissed off vampires at his throat. No chance for him.

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multiverse-imagines · 11 months

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DO YOU REMEMBER THE "Your Soulmate Can Hear You Sing" TIKTOK TREND?! NOW THINK OF THAT WITH TRIGUN!! 😩😍💘💝

(｡･ω･｡)ﾉ♡This may be too much to request, so please ignore if it's too much! Or at least tell me so I'd know.... 👉👈

(Vash/Wolfwood) couldn't sleep, so they stayed up. Until he hears a voice singing him to sleep...

Reader, after turning (18 or 20) years old, they are given a song to sing to their soulmate. They chose "Fly me to the moon - Nightcore cover" It's such a sweet song, and the lyrics on it are perfect for him

In the morning, (Vash/Wolfwood) ask the others, Meryl, Milly/Roberto, and (Wolfwood/Vash) if they heard it, but they didn't. Milly/Roberto says that maybe it's his soulmate singing to them.

How would (Vash/Wolfwood)'s reaction and thought of having a soulmate?

Bonus: Reader learns they can talk to their soulmate via singing their words to him

Bonus bonus: Reader watches an episode scene of Trigun where (Vash/Wolfwood) has a singing soulmate.

Ps. I can't decide which boy to choose, so I'll let you decide to either pick both or one of them 😅

Pps. Your writing makes me squeal and kick my legs, it's just so good 😩💗💝🎯

A/N: Omg I love the singing soulmate au!!!! And you KNOW I have to do a triangle soulmate!!!!! They both deserve absolutely everything! I also hope it's not too complicated to read. I've made pov by planet, not necessarily who's personal pov, if that makes sense.. enjoy!!!

Jupiter and Mars

Vash x reader x Wolfwood soulmate au!

Earth:

You walked along the local nature trail with one earphone out while you sang to your heart's content, not caring who heard you. You kept one earphone out to best monitor your own melody, using your index finger like a conductor to help guide you to high notes and low notes of each song.

You wanted to go on a relaxing walk before going out with friends for your belated birthday. Nothing crazy, just maybe a nice dinner and playing video games.

Soon a beloved song began on your iPod. A Nightcore song that you preferred over the original for once. Its flowy piano and catchy snare beat improved the original drastically, in your opinion. You swayed in the late morning hours as you sang to the song, making your way towards one of your favorite spots on the trail.

***

Gunsmoke:

"Fly me to the moon, and let me play among the stars." Vash sat up in bed at the Inn to the beautiful melody, "Let me see what spring is like on Jupiter and Mars." Jupiter and Mars? Those were names he hadn't heard in a long time,

"In other words, Hold my hand. In other words, Darling, kiss me." The voice's beautiful vibrato echoed in his mind. He got up, looking around the room, and out through the window. No one was around at this hour.

***

"Fill my heart with song, and let me sing forever more." Nicholas had been listening to the angelic voice half awake in his bed, "You are all I long for. All I worship and adore." He debated grabbing a cigarette from the end table, "In other words, Please be true. In other words, I… love… you…" Nicholas sat on the bed, lighting up another cigarette as the voice began the song over once again.

***

"Did you hear that last night?" Vash asked as he joined Wolfwood, Milly and Meryl at the breakfast table.

"Hear what?" Meryl asked.

"That beautiful song. It had to be sung by an Angel." Vash sighed dreamily as he brought a bite of pancakes to his mouth.

"I didn't hear anything, what about you, Mr. Wolfwood?" Milly smiled at him.

"Yeah, I did hear some singing last night, actually." The whole table paused, "Something about the moon, right? But which one were they singing about?" Vash's eyes widened.

"You heard it too, Wolfwood?"

"Yeah, it was a really pretty song. Why would someone be out in town so late singing that loudly though?" He pointed his fork at Vash.

"Well, I looked outside, and there wasn't-"

"I'm so into you, I can barely breathe. And all I wanna do, is to fall in deep." The angelic voice returned. Vash and Wolfwood jumped to their feet, looking around the room, the other patrons seeming unaware of the siren song resonating in the two gunman's heads.

"You hear that right?" Vash hissed out, still looking for the person singing.

"But close ain't close enough 'Til we cross the line, hey, yeah. So name a game to play And I'll roll the dice, hey." Wolfwood stared at the table, lost in thought.

"Oh, baby, look what you started. The temperature's rising in here. Is this gonna happen? Been waiting and waiting for you to make a move (ooh, ooh)"

"Vash, no one else can hear them." Wolfwood growled.

"Before I make a move (ooh, ooh)" the song soon cut off, as if they were interrupted, but the voice kept humming what must have been the next bit of the song.

"Why can only you two hear it then?" Milly asked.

"Well, if I remember from my past, sometimes people who can hear someone else's song from far away, they're considered… Soulmates…." Vash's face heated up to match the color of his coat.

"Then why can we both…" Nicholas frowned before his face snapped up in realization, "We're both their soulmate!" He exclaimed. Vash nodded, a smile spreading across his face.

"Wait. Does that mean you can hear me sing too? Now that all three of us have this… connection? Let's try it!" Vash left the table, and trotted outside momentarily.

***

Earth:

"So... On the first evening a pebble...From somewhere out of nowhere drops upon the dreaming world." A voice sang to you. You… knew this voice.

The irony that they sang this song. It couldn't be. You… you lived on Earth. B-but Johnny Young Bosch was already confirmed to have found his soulmate (and the age gap was way too massive for anyone's comfort.) It couldn't be him! But… that just meant…

***

Gunsmoke:

"Did you hear me sing, Wolfwood?" Vash came back in.

"Y-yeah, I did. It was that song that your Mom sang, right?"

"Y-yeah." Vash was embarrassed once again.

Here, my turn. I wonder if they can hear me too." He cleared his throat, and glanced around, not knowing what to sing.

He soon settled on a song with no words that he'd heard a while back. He hummed, trying to remember the song. He didn't often pay attention to music, but he did enjoy it.

***

Earth:

M-Moonlight Sonata??? From a different voice??? You paused, analyzing the voice.

"Nicholas…. And that must mean Vash too…" tears soon ran down your face as you spoke your realization. Your soulmates were Nicholas D Wolfwood and Vash the Stampede. Fictional characters. You took a deep breath with your response.

***

Gunsmoke:

"So... futatsu-me no yoru ni

koishi no ko ga te wo tori WARUTSU wo kaku" the voice responded.

"That sounds like…" Nicholas squinted.

"That's the original language that 'Sound Life' was sung in!" Vash exclaimed as the voice then turned to return the melody of the song Wolfwood had sung.

"Quick sing something back!" Wolfwood hissed at Vash. By now, their food was cold and abandoned at their new mission. However they had the attention of the other patrons at this point, so they scrambled up the stairs to Wolfwood's room.

"Are you… our soulmate? What is your name?" He sang once they got settled in a seated position on Wolfwood's bed.

"I think I am. I almost can't believe it's you two." The voice then sang their name to the duo.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Nicholas sang an off key response back.

"Are you Vash and Nicholas?" The voice replied, their own names sounding like heaven to them.

"At your service, my dear." Vash sang back. There was a long pause.

"I… I may never meet you if that's the case." Their voice was shaky as they sang.

"Are they crying?" Wolfwood whispered to Vash.

"Is the infamy of Vash the Stampede and Nicholas D. Wolfwood so scary you would avoid us?" Vash almost seemed annoyed.

"N-No!" The voice was high pitched, almost not constituting as a portion of song, "You're so far away from me. A whole dimension. In my home, far away on Earth, you're not even… real." The last word squeaked out once more.

"Not.. real?" Vash whispered.

"Whaddya mean not real? We're right here for you. We can hear you." Wolfwood sang to them. Another pause.

"You're a fictional series on Earth. A story about Gunsmoke, Vash, and his attempt to save the world from his brother." They sang, "I can never reach you."

***

Earth:

The tears wouldn't stop flowing from your face as Vash and Nicholas tried to comfort you, and ask more questions. You didn't want to answer. You'd found your soulmates, and for what? For them to not even live in this dimension? For them to be fictional by all definitions? You threw a plush toy across the room in frustration. How were you supposed to ever meet them?

***

Gunsmoke:

Their soulmate didn't respond to Vash & Wolfwood's questions after that.

"What do we do now?" Wolfwood asked.

"I think they need a little time. They just found out they have two soulmates who don't exist on the same plane as they do. I… I'm kind of heartbroken for them." Vash glanced up at Nicholas, "I mean, I have you now, but think about them. They're alone… on Earth. In our world's past, they're without us." He frowned.

"You're right…." Wolfwood joined his frown. Vash took Wolfwood's hand.

"Are you… alright, Songbird?" Wolfwood asked their soulmate.

"I don't think so…" their shaky voice replied once more.

"We're with you now. If we can't be there in person, let us be here with you in song."

"Okay, Angel." They replied.

Since then, their soulmate seemed much happier to sing with them everyday. It appeared their day/night cycle was opposite to the one on Gunsmoke. Am and pm were flipped, sometimes causing some nights without sleep for both parties. In the Gunsmoke mornings, Vash and Wolfwood could ask their soulmate how their day had been. They asked if the two of them were staying out of trouble. The answer was always no of course.

Vash and Wolfwood used their new mental connection to allow them to fight with increased synchronicity. Telling each other to watch their 6, or if one of them was injured. This, however, worried you immensely, hearing them get hurt, and not wanting to interrupt their battle, even though your heart ached to help them.

***

Gunsmoke:

You woke up to the uncomfortable feeling of sand. Sand?

Your eyes burst open to see nothing but desert wasteland around you. You would have cried in a panic if it weren't for the fact you could see a town on the horizon.

"Hey, guys, not to scare you, it I just woke up I'm the desert" you sang to your boys, "there's a town on the horizon, but I don't know where I am…."

"Holy fucking shit!" Nicholas sang, but it borders on a scream.

"As soon as you find out, we'll come get you." Vash sang. You hummed in agreement.

You found yourself wandering into a local inn.

"Excuse me, I just wandered in from town, and I lost my map. Which town is this?" You asked the innkeeper at the desk."

"You're in Warren's City. Anything I can help with? You look like you lost your belongings." The man asked.

"N-No, I've actually got a friend in town, so I'll just stay there. How serendipitous." You smiled, and left the Inn."

"Warren's City…" you sang quietly, as there were people about.

"Perfect! You can stay with Frank Marlon!" Vash sang, "Tell him he owes me a favor for the bank robbery!"

"Will do." You sang. You remembered Frank from the TV series. He was a good man.

"It'll be two days before we can get there, so hang tight, songbird!" Nicholas sang to you.

You made your way to his house with the help of some passersby, and found him quite confused to see a stranger at his door. When you explained that you were a friend of Vash's and needed a place to stay until he arrived, Frank was more than welcome to let you stay. During that time, you helped with anything he needed. You managed to learn about the upkeep and repair of various guns.

Two days, just as they said, Vash and Nicholas almost busted down Frank's door, both calling your name as they crashed into you in a hug you thought would tear you apart, and squish you like a toothpaste tube. Nicholas even tripped on his way in, and scrambled to you on his knees. Hugging your waist like a child would to his parents.

"Are you okay? How did you even get here?" Vash asked, cradling your head into his chest, petting your hair.

"I-I don't know, but I'm here now… I'm here…" your body relaxed under their hug.

"Don't worry, Songbird… we'll keep ya safe." Nicholas snuggled into your side.

Since then, you've traveled by their sides, learned how to shoot a gun in case of emergency, and some hand to hand combat for extra Insurance.

One night, when the three of you slept peacefully in your shared bed, you hadn't quite fallen asleep yet, when you gently began to sing petting the hair of both snoozing men who clung to your body in their sleep,

"Fly me to the moon, and let me play among the stars… Let me see what spring is like on Jupiter and Mars…"

End~

Songs used

Fly Me to the Moon- A Nightcore cover

Into you- Ariana Grande (the 80's remix)

Sound Life- Rem- Trigun OST 1st Donuts

Moonlight Sonata- Beethoven

#trigun #vash the stampede #nicholas d. wolfwood #trigun brain rot #vash x reader x wolfwood #soulmate au #singing soulmates au

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Hello! Could I humbly request a fluff alphabet for diluc from genshin impact🫣👉👈

Hello, sorry for the wait!! I hope you like these. It was a lot of fun to write them. I'm sorry for the colour and music ask..I don't know much music..and the colour confused me XD Nonetheless, please enjoy my little Plagueling

Diluc SFW Alphabet

Affection - What do they do to show affection?

Diluc will involve you. Be it the winery or his Darknight responsibilities he will want you by his side and he will always appreciate your input. It’s like a work version of quality time, which is also how he shows his affection. He wants you to be around as much as possible, without it being overbearing to either of you. In the evening, when you two lounge in front of the fireplace to read or just relax, he will gently stroke your hair, shoulder or knee…depending on how you two are places on or around the couch.

Beauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

He loves your smile the most. Not the polite one or the one you use for pictures. He prefers the smile that you can’t stop, when you’re incredibly happy or found something so funny you couldn’t stop yourself from laughing. He’s never seen a more beautiful smile. He also admires how you are able to press on despite any challenges. Even if things get rough, you pull through and he can’t help himself but admire and envy that strength you have.

Cuddles - How do they like to hug their s/o? Can include a visual.

Diluc’s hugs are reserved for emotional moments and the confines of your home. But when they happen they are so warm and comforting. He will wrap his arms below yours around your back, one hand on your neck, the other on the middle of your back. He will hold on to you as long as you, or he, needs him to.

Discrete - What’s their opinion on PDA?

Diluc does not enjoy PDA. He will hold your hand while the two of you walk through Mondstadt or the surroundings, but he is not the one to initiate a makeout session in front of the entire town. That being stated, he will not outright push you away either. He will kiss you hello and goodbye, but he will prefer to keep them short and sweet. His hand will linger a second longer on your cheek before letting you go/asking about your day.

Everything- You are my _____. (Ex. World, Life, etc.)

“You are my sunshine.” It may come off as cheesy, and he will not call you this in front of others, as he feels a little embarrassed to be seen this vulnerable. But you really are, you brighten up his days. When he has a bad day, remembering his father, or having a particularly nasty encounter with the knights, it’s you that warms him up, emotionally. You’ll be there and he will almost forget anything has happened. You’re soothing his soul, like sunshine after the rainy season.

Family - Do they want a family?

Diluc would not mind either way. Right now, having children is not his priority, and he feels if he wants some, he still has enough time later. At the same time, the thought of never having kids does not bother him either. It’s not really anything that is rooted in self-doubt, he just doesn’t mind. If his partner voices the wish to have or not have them, he would simply adapt.

Gifts - What types of gifts do they give their s/o?

Diluc’s love language is gift giving, alongside quality time. He will give you mostly practical things, he will make sure that you never lack anything you need. His gift giving is not the over the top sort, it may be subtle to a lot of people who don’t know him very well. Diluc will make sure you always have enough food, that you have new clothes when your old ones are too adventure-worn. He will occasionally spoil you with a book, artifact or board game he knows you’ve been wanting for a while. He will absolutely show off how filthy rich he is for special occasions though, lavish gifts or trips for your anniversary just because he can, hehe.

Hands - Do they like holding hands? Can include a visual.

He actually does. It is comforting and he can do it in public without getting shy/embarrassed. Diluc’s grip is more on the firm side, but not bone crushing. He’ll mainly just interlace your fingers but sometimes when you are upset he will do the little thumb stroke thing to soothe you.

Injury - What do they do if their s/o gets hurt?

If you had an accident, while training or traveling, just generally something that is to be blamed on clumsiness or just a simple plain accident. He will tease you, and others may find it too harsh. Of course, while making fun of you he will tend to any injuries you have. If you two are alone, you will even get to see him grin and laugh, making you forget any pain you may have felt.

If someone hurt you however, bless their soul because Diluc is coming for their ass, and not in the fun way. His priority will be to make sure you are fine, tend to any injuries and tuck you into bed with a hot tea in the mansion. Then he will go out and hunt down whoever laid their hands on you. He will beat them up depending on the degree of your injury, the worse off you are, the worse it will be for your attacker. He cannot stand the thought of losing you too, so this really sends him into a panic. He might want to try and hide that from you, but you know him. Which is usually why you comply with letting him deal with the attacker, he needs to let the anxiety out.

Jealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Diluc isn’t the type to be overly jealous, he is quite secure in the relationship you have and does not perceive other people hitting on you as a threat. However, he has his limit. If this person is very persistent, he may doubt some things. He will at first try to just ignore the feelings bubbling in his chest and try to distract himself with work. If it goes on for even longer, he will ask to speak with you about it. Diluc tries to be calm and rational, but he fails. His disdain for the other person is incredibly obvious, as if it was a knight of Favonius.

Kisses - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

He is not the best kisser in the world, but also not the worst. A nice middle ground, which mainly comes from the fact that he is quite awkward with physical affection. But no need to worry, it’s only the first few times. Diluc will learn and adapt to your kissing style quite fast, making the kisses more and more enjoyable as they come. The first time he kissed you, was after a date. He’d lost count how many there had been, but seeing you sit there in the pale moonlight, while Mondstadt was quieting down for the night, and feeling the gentle breeze, it just flipped a switch. He took your hand, leaning closer, and asking if he could kiss you. Unromantic? No, because the way he asked was incredibly soft. His voice was quiet and holding back, there was no hint of his usual standoffish or cold demeanor. His eyes were focused on yours, not daring to look at your lips yet, lest he loses control and just goes for it. The look he gave you was a mix between a silent plea and determination. When you agreed, you saw his lips part, and if you had looked really really hard, you could see the faint pink tint right above his cheekbones.

Love - When did they know that they loved their s/o?

Diluc realized he loved you, when he complained to Adelaide about needing your input on a certain issue at the winery. When she asked why your opinion would be needed, since you are not part of the family or work there. Diluc was dumbfounded. It got him thinking why he needed you around so much, why he always valued your thoughts and sought you out after a long day. Long story short, it took him completely by surprise.

Memory - Do they want to get married? What would the marriage be like?

He does want to get married, like the family thing it’s not a very high priority right now. However, unlike the issue with kids, this is something he’d actually really want. He will not force you, of course if you hate the idea of marriage, there will be none. It’s just something he always imagined, coming home to his wife/husband/spouse, sharing everything, being able to say that even by law he is yours, and you are his. In his mind the marriage wouldn’t be that much different from the relationship you have now, he already shares everything with you and you with him. It’s more the idea of being bound together for the rest of your lives that makes his heart pound. Nicknames - What do they call their s/o?

Diluc isn’t really one for pet names…out loud. Most of the time he will call you by your first name, especially when you are around other people. When it’s just the two of you, he will stick to the more classic ones: love, dear, if he wants to make fun of you or tease you he will throw in a babe.

Orange - What color reminds them of their s/o?

Teal

Proposal - How did they propose?

He would approach the proposal in a classic way, dinner at your favourite restaurant, yes even if that is in Sumeru, he will get you your favourite flowers, or any that you really like if you don’t have a favourite and he will pop the question at the end of the night, just before dessert. He will gather information about what ring to get you over months. Always disguising his questions. “Ah, Jean had a new gold necklace. I don’t think gold suits her that much, she’s more of a silver type. What do you think?” and then he casually bounces the question on your preference. And he will make sure they’re spaced out enough so you (hopefully) don’t connect them.

Quirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

He knows every time, without fail, when your social energy is drained, or when you’re overwhelmed. Diluc will proceed to remove you from the scene, so you can take a breather, he doesn’t mind being the “bad guy” in that situation. This applies to himself too, if his presence is too much, he will tell you that he’s gonna give you all the time and space you need. He will let you know where he’ll be if you need him. He will also make sure to keep his tone soft and comforting, so that it doesn’t come across ass judgemental.

Romance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

Diluc wants to be romantic, he really does. He just comes up short in the idea department. Given how he’s grown to be, he has a bit of trouble with social interactions, which also applies to your relationship. He will get better as the time goes on, but his romantic plans are usually quite textbook. He tries his best.

Supportive - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

Yes. Diluc will support you, no matter what your goal is. However, he won’t blow sugar up your ass. If your steps or immediate goals are unrealistic, he will tell you. He’ll try to come up with a solution together with you as well, but he will be firm and harsh when it’s needed. He believes, though, that his s/o can achieve basically anything, and that he’s just there to cheer them on and sometimes give them nudges.

Time - What are their future plans?

Growing old with you. He wants to retire at some point and travel through Teyvat with you. Just him as Diluc. Not the Dawn Winery owner or the Darknight Hero. Just him and you, seeing the world and not needing to worry about anything at all.

Understanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

Usually, Diluc is very understanding. He tends to approach almost everything rationally, the exception being the knights and Kaeya. And after all the time you two spend together, he knows you in and out. He knows all the little signs, if you’re happy, excited, sad or overwhelmed, Diluc can usually read it pretty well. Sometimes he has a little trouble rationally understanding some of your struggles, but he would never belittle you. He’s got the spirit, he’s just a bit confused. He will be there for you regardless if he can understand your struggle or not.

Value - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

It may not seem so, but Diluc puts you above everything when it comes to it. If he had to choose, he would choose you. Now, on the daily, sometimes he has to put the winery before lunch with you. Or he’ll come home later than he said because of some Darknight business, but he will always make it up to you. And in serious issues, say you’re injured or in need of help, he will choose you first, no matter what that means for his other dealings.

Wild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

In his sleep Diluc touches butts with you. He’s not very cuddly, because it gets too hot, too uncomfy, hair everywhere. But he has to have his butt pressed against yours, or he won’t have a restful sleep.

Xylophone - What song describes their relationship with their s/o?

I am sorry, I don’t know much music…so I will skip X in these requests..

Yearning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

He will be okay for about three days. Then he drowns himself in work, winery or hero business, anything to keep his brain occupied. He’ll take on extra work, and even tour the surroundings of Mondstadt at night, just so he doesn’t have to think about the fact that you’re not home.

Zebra - Do they want a pet? What kind?

I can see Diluc as a cat person, even multiple. He’d especially like a pet if he and his s/o decide to not have kids. That way they wouldn’t even have to worry about allergies and such, they could just get cats if they wanted to.

#diluc #genshin impact #genshin impact headcanons #diluc headcanons #diluc fluff #fluff #headcanons #diluc ragnivindir #genshin headcanons

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writeshite · 2 years

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If its okay- Can I request more mark sloan x male reader 👉👈 Like I read the one you made and its so good! and sadly its literally the only mark sloan x m.reader in tumblr i think-

Old & In Love

Summary:

“That’s the anesthesia, darling, it’ll wear off, and you’ll remember the 45 years—” “45 YEARS?! You chose to marry me for 45 years?!”

Pairings:

Mark Sloan x Male!Reader

Tags:

Growing Old Together | Tooth Rotting Fluff | 5 +1 Things

Words: 592

Author's Note:

Yes, absolutely, everyone needs Mark Sloan in their life, and if I have to fill that tag with male!reader fics for him, then so be it.

“He’s going to be fine.”

Meredith had been telling you that for the past three hours while Christina judged the young interns that passed by, logically, Mark’s surgery was a simple one; you’d scrubbed into several appendectomies before you retired. But you were still worried, neither of you was as young as you used to be, and a million other things could go wrong. A smack to the head stopped your train of thought.

“Stop that.”

“Christina–”

“I’m serious; think about it, you know how the surgeries work, you know how the recovery works, and you know how stubborn Mark can be,” she listed off, “he’ll be fine, and the two of you will be dancing down the streets in your obnoxious lovey-dovey way soon enough.”

You huffed, “I know, but what if–” Another smack to the head.

“No, don’t start that self-deprecating shit.”

You turned away, “Alright, fine, I’ll stop.”

“Good, now what do you think of that intern over there.”

“The one with the green streak in his hair?” Christina nodded, “He and the other two interns close to him are definitely sleeping together.”

“How do you know that?” Meredith asked.

“I mean, look at the way they look at each other; it’s how you used to look at McDreamy,” you explained.

Meredith gasped, “I did not—”

“Yes, you did!” Christina said.

You and Christina laughed as Meredith gawked at you, mouth pinched in slight annoyance; a nurse approached you as your laughter died down, a smile on her face, “Mr. Sloan?”

“The surgery went well, and your husband’s just coming down from the anesthesia,” the nurse told you.

“Can I go see him?”

“Yes, just make sure he doesn’t move around too much.”

You thanked her as she led you to Mark’s room; small conversation was exchanged between you, and she reminded you to keep things calm before allowing you inside. The steady beep of the heart monitor was the only sound, aside from Mark’s occasional snore; you came up to the bed and sat as close as you could. You took Mark’s hand and rubbed circles into it; Mark’s head shook a bit, his eyes opening slowly as he muttered under his breath.

When his eyes finally opened, he gazed at you in confusion, “My husband’s not going to be happy if he sees you doing that,” he mutters, moving his hand away.

“I am your husband,” you told him; he looked back to you, his heartbeat monitor picking up as his hand shot out to grab your hand. He glanced at you as though you weren’t real, “Mark?”

“Holy shit…” he whispered, tearing up a little; his heart monitor picked up, the beeps quickening slightly as he took hold of your hand.

“Mark, sweetie, are you ok?”

“I…I…just, I can’t believe I’ve been so lucky…” he teared up, “but I can’t…I can’t even remember you…” he fully burst into tears, and you stood by him, holding his hand and biting your lip to resist laughing.

“That’s the anesthesia, darling, it’ll wear off, and you’ll remember the 45 years—”

“45 YEARS?! You chose to marry me for 45 years?!”

“You were convincing,” you joke, and Mark just tears up more. You wipe away his tears and show him the ring he gave you; you hold in your laughter as he promises to get you a bigger, better ring. “You don’t have to do that, sweetie; this one’s fine.”

“No, the love of my life deserves something better,” he insists.

You kiss his head, “Ok, love, whatever you say.”

End Note:

I just think Mark on anesthesia would be the sweetest thing in the world.

#mark sloan x male reader #mark sloan x reader #grey's anatomy imagine #male reader #shiterequests

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yellowistheraddest · 1 year

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Please tell us about your OCs <3

Now, there's people who could write a 5000 word essay on their OCs and then there's me - who would stuggle to produce 500 words. I use them a more as muses than what people call OCs. By muses I mean that I basically draw them and they dont really have a story. Nervertheless they do have some background info so I'll give you that!

[explanation under cut]

So heres a reminder of what they all look like

First of all we have Blaze. He is the newest one of these three, approx. 8 months old. He is transmasc and in his later 20s, living in a metropolitan (european) city and working in a small corner shop/cafe/restaurant/what-ever-the-fuck-as-long-as-its-cozy. I frequently draw him in dungarees and cardigans, he has a cat or two and he's generally a laid back guy who romantises life to the fullest.

Now the other two, they are both students in uni (in rural uk) theres a year gap between them. Valentin is from Iberia, he's studying botany/ecology/plant science and he is a hopeless gay romantic (sending prayers). The other guy, i remembered his name, Ilya, is a year older and he was raised in the UK but his family is slavic and he studies history/literature/politics/something humanities related, and hes is bi/bi-curious. These two are best friends bonded over the fact that they are finally out of their parents home and the can be openly queer, AHA you thought that was the end but 👉👈🥺 what if we kissed in the library? yeah,, but they dont but they want to but they dont want to ruin their friendship. they are gay they have to suffer /lh

#my ocs #original character #ask

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treeofnonsense · 7 months

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👉👈 how about campal 💛 or ❤️

I sort of combined them here ... and stretched them? Idk, but I think it works. Treads the line between romantic and platonic life partners as any good Campal should:

It probably said something about them that Camilla and Palamedes were always the closest when they were in danger. There were probably a good number of Sixth House academic papers characterizing just such a theoretical necromancer-cavalier dynamic as codependent, unhealthy, and ineffective – scratch that, Camilla knew those papers existed because she’d dug four of them out of storage so Palamedes could tear their methodologies apart with a red pen. Even he sometimes called their dynamic, “intrinsically unbalanced, despite how much I try to compensate – it’s simply the nature of the thing.” Camilla just called it doing her job.

All she thought of were moments. Stumbling out of Imaging and Response after a fight with a truly enormous bone construct, bleeding from a non-critical gash on her leg. Palamedes forcing her to lean on his shoulder despite him having the build of a praying mantis. “It’s just my right arm-” “My right arm more like, by God Cam!” The silent derision he threw at Silas Octakiseron after they witnessed the grisly reality of a soul tap. Camilla knew it was his own quiet promise, so she never asked him to do that to her. They did the calculations, but she didn’t argue with his conclusions.

Sometimes, when they were sharing a necromancer’s big bed at night, or trodding some forgotten corner of Canaan House for the umpteenth time, he would kiss her. Never on the lips, never for long, and never where anyone else could see. A grateful kiss to the forehead, a brush on the knuckles for a job well done, maybe a peck on the cheek if he was feeling very bold, or perhaps delirious from blood loss. Camilla might have called it chivalrous, if she was Dulcinea, which she wasn’t; and she never felt the need to return his affections. Her love was shown through constant vigilance, plates of cooked and carried food, and a wit she kept sharp and ready to challenge the Warden’s. She was in a position to love and serve at the same time, after all, but Palamedes needed a little more to feel he was showing love back, and she accepted that.

It wasn’t until he was gone that she realized she might miss those little touches. Nona blindsided her with one once, just being her sweet self, and after that she found the memory of them coming to her mind at odd intervals. Maybe that was why she was so distracted watching Nona in the ocean that she didn’t hear the three men pull up on motorbikes. Maybe that was how they surrounded her. In her old life Camilla would have accepted her error and taken her licks. But she had the Warden inside her head now too, and Nona to protect, so she cried out instead:

Warden, I need you.

His consciousness rushed forward and she expected to slip backwards into oblivion and write him a profuse apology later, once he’d cleaned up her mess. Instead, she felt their minds overlap and … it was them again. I need you too, Cam. I’m abysmal at hand-to-hand. It was them, loud and clear, him stirring up thanergy to protect them from bullets and Camilla fighting, puppetting her own body from a half-step behind. It was so them that she couldn’t remember the fight it was over so quickly, and they stood there waiting for Nona.

And she felt her hand twitch. And it was her hand but the Warden’s mouth, and he put it there and he kissed her, just like he used to. And Camilla felt something suspiciously like tears prickle in her eyes as he pressed the kissed hand to her forehead. Don’t cry, my dear Cam, you’re too good for that. She took the hand and kissed it again, lips on lip mark, and then Nona popped out of the water and he was gone.

She didn’t remember the drive back home, but that was from all the blood loss. Pyrrha cursed her out and fretted over her, because that was Pyrrha’s way of love. Camilla was sure she’d chastise Palamedes later, and that Palamedes would tear himself up about it. But for now, Camilla told the truth: “We were happy.”

#the locked tomb #camilla hect #palamedes sextus #campal #nona the ninth #my writing #ask games #tchaikovsgay #thank you!

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sparksnevadas · 1 year

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For that touch prompt list - Handholding 24 for GIHASM Mumscarian or any combo therein 👀?

And if I may request a second 👉👈- Kisses 48 for GIHASM Ethubs?

👉👈 okay wait if I just got you a little bip of ethubs? hope that's alright? (also please don't mind that i did no editing on this! thank you for requesting!)

kisses prompt # 48 - kisses to shut them up

The thing about Bdubs was that Etho couldn’t help but look at him.

His eyes were big and round-- almost like a baby cow. His hair was fluffy from twelve different hygiene products he stuck in it, he smelled nice, and he was always in Etho’s space, always fighting for his attention even if he only had himself as an opponent for Etho's time.

But the thing about Bdubs, the thing no one was allowed to ignore, was that he was loud.

“And I said to him, y’know, I could go back to Doc any second now and he’d take me back with open arms!”

It had taken Etho a bit to get used to Bdubs’ particular brand of self-lauding and loudmouth. But once he’d gotten over the initial annoyance and started to hear the man behind the words, he couldn’t help but want to hear more.

“But you won’t,” Etho said with a small laugh. He wiped his forehead with the back of his hand before sitting back in his chair. Or rather, it was Bdub’s. But Bdubs didn’t mind giving up his comfy chair as long as he got to sit next to him as he worked. Etho reached over towards where he had laid out his redstone tools, finding that Bdubs was already holding out the next one he needed.

Way back before, when Etho had finally nodded his agreement with Bdubs joining Doc’s crew, he remembers distinctly how Rendog had thrown his head back with a loud laugh. “Why, my friends,” he elbowed Doc and looked around at the crew. “I think our dear Etho has been charmed!”

Back then it had made him a bit annoyed. But now, Etho couldn’t help but think that was probably the closest word to the truth.

“I could!” Bdubs said, handing him the tool. Etho lifted an eyebrow. “I Could! Don’t doubt me Etho! I could march up to Scar and tell him I quit! I'll be a henchman for someone else!"

Etho gave him a smile and leaned in towards his space. Bdubs sat straighter in his chair, but Etho still pushed in.

“Oh, I’m not doubting you, Bdubs,” Etho said quietly, leaning forward to put a hand on his knee. He waited until Bdubs’ breath hitched just a bit, when his pretty dark eyes glanced between Etho’s own eyes and mask. “I just know you.”

“Oh, shut up,” Bdubs said, looking away as his face flushed. Etho laughed at him, squeezing his knee before sitting back in his seat.

They were still early in this stage of their relationship, the part where Etho and Bdubs both skirted around PDA, even when they were alone. They always waited until it was nighttime to reach out and blame the late time on why Etho needed to stay over- and oh, how convenient was it that Bdubs had a king sized mattress for the two of them, ignoring that the Skullcrusher base had several guest rooms.

So, to say the least, Etho was surprised when Bdubs’ hand struck out and grabbed his wrist.

He barely had a moment to pause his laugh to look at Bdubs, when Bdubs mouth was on his. Etho instantly felt his eyes close as he pressed back. But, no, it wasn’t quite right, the fabric of his mask pressed roughly between them. It was thin enough to leave an impression of warmth, a softness that was implied but not full. Bdubs was close and yet not close enough.

After a moment of this, Bdubs pulled away, Etho following him for half an inch before he gathered himself. Even just the brief press made him feel an old familiar ache deep in his bones from years of wanting. He blinked his eyes open at Bdubs, who looked impossibly more flushed than before. It made Etho’s own face feel warm under the mask.

“That oughtta learn ya,” Bdubs said in a faux confident voice, letting go of Etho’s wrist to cross his arms confidently across his chest. “Stop laughing at me, Etho, or else.”

Etho didn’t let himself think as he pressed more into Bdubs space, turning completely in his chair to face him.

“... Is that really a threat?” Etho chuckled. This time, as Bdubs groaned overly dramatic before leaning in, he quickly reached up between them, tugging his mask down under his chin.

#hermitshipping #ethubs #hehe plot twist #gihasm #this is set really soon after they get together :)

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peachcitt · 2 years

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hi! I was wondering if you were gonna do an analysis about today's drac entry? 👉👈

yeah let’s talk about it!

my other dracula lit analyses on:

mina’s introduction // xenophobia and “the old powers”

dracula daily literary analysis: evil sexy ladies and desire

of the many things dracula is about, one huge thing dracula is about is SEX. the vampire as a literary figure was created to work as a tool to talk and think about desire, especially ‘taboo’ desire.

with the three sexy lady vampires that appear in the may 16 entry, this topic of desire is brought straight out into the open. here we have jonathan, scared out of his mind by these unbelievably sexy lady vampires while at the same time being unbelievably horny. there’s a reason the bite is called a ‘kiss’ - to emphasize the sex/desire aspect of the vampire bite.

but what does it mean to have these three unbelievably sexy ladies be so evil? if you read my analysis on mina (or any other analysis on women in dracula), then you may remember that dracula was written in a big historical moment in which large numbers of women were really going out and establishing themselves as independent and educated. historically speaking, what does it mean when women go out and become independent and powerful? it means a lot of men become very afraid.

if we think of mina as the good incarnation of The New Woman - independent and educated - then we may be able to think of our three sexy vampire ladies as the bad incarnation of the New Woman, a.k.a. what everyone against independent women thought of the rising New Woman - sexually promiscuous and corrupting. any woman who was thought to use sex as a tool to establish power (think a vampire’s ‘kiss’) was automatically deemed evil and seen in a negative light. so basically with this new entry we have another perspective on women and what sort of power they’re allowed to have in order to be considered ‘good.’

this is also the entry in which dracula proclaims “this man belongs to me!” in relation to jonathan; remember when i was talking about taboo desire? dracula’s exclamation definitely falls under that category. it also brings up an interesting notion to consider: the idea that there are layers of prejudice happening within the novel that all kind of overlap and play off of each other.

dracula’s desire for jonathan is placed morally above the three sexy vampire ladies’ desire; jonathan is relieved to have been rescued by dracula from them. but we also know that the dracula character also represents the English cultural prejudice against racial/ethnic Others (a la my xenophobia/old powers analysis or any other dracula analysis); this scene seems to indicate that the fear of racial corruption/homosexuality is less urgent than the fear of sexually powerful women and their desires.

as the novel goes on, it may be interesting to continue thinking about how sex/desire come into play, in relation to homosexual relationships of course, but also in relation to how women’s sex and desire factor into the plot and how those desires are treated. and remember: dracula has layers (of prejudice)!

#dracula daily literary analysis #dracula daily #dracula #dracula literary analysis #ask #anon #there’s a bit more to be said about these sexy vampire ladies but im gonna save it for now #also sorry this one got a little bit long there’s just so much going on in today’s entry #but basically: it’s all about SEX

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witchern · 1 year

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this is random but I just got access to a new library with a lot of books so... book rec? 👉👈

asdkjfhsa anon this is my FAVORITE kind of ask, let's go!!!

idk if you're looking for a specific genre so i'll try and spread the recs wide:

"dead silence" by s.a. barnes. horror/sci-fi. i heard this one pitched as 'titanic meets the shining but in space' and it's 100% on point. weird, creepy as hell, plus a really good mystery at the core of the story. i would die for our main girl claire kovalik.

"babel" by r.f. kuang. historical fantasy. also a new addition to my top 5 personal faves tbh. 19th century fantasy england + colonial resistance + student revolutions + language and translation as acts of rebellion = a mixture i needed injected into my veins like yesterday. be warned that it's a slow read, but if that doesn't bother you then the payoff is *chef's kiss*

"unmask alice" by rick emerson. non-fiction, about the real people and real story behind the infamous 'go ask alice' young adult series, and how their lives were exploited and ruined as a result. fuck beatrice sparks forever. may that old bitch rot in her grave.

"peter darling" by austin chant. fantasy. a trans retelling of peter pan. short but fantastic and VERY underrated. honestly this one stuck with me over the years (i think i cried when i first read it lmao). the book was out of print for a while but it was just repackaged and rereleased and the new paperback versions are so cute and small <33

"the art of prophecy" by wesley chu. fantasy. basically takes the 'chosen one' trope and says 'but what if the chosen one was a useless fucking brat and his older female mentor was the actual badass in all of this?' throw in a war, an assassin group, and worldbuilding dominated by asian influences and martial arts. i love this sucker.

"jade city" by fonda lee. sci-fi/fantasy. if 'the godfather' had magic and kung-fu, you'd have this book. it's also the first in a finished trilogy!

"house of hollow" by krystal sutherland. young adult fantasy/horror. i don't even know how to describe this one?? it's weird and dark, about 3 sisters who briefly went missing when they were kids and none of them remember any of it, but weird shit happens around them as they get older and they don't know why. creepy as hell.

i have to force myself to shut up now or i'll just keep going, but feel free to ask for more!! can you tell i love talking about books lmao.

#anonymous #asks #anon i got so excited typing this up that i literally had to pull my hair back in a ponytail to concentrate lmao <3

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iam93percentstardust · 2 years

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hey hey hey the birb is here with some titles for 💙👉✨stevetony✨👈❤️

(these are taken from some of my favorite poems/sonnets of all time, except for the last one, which is a tswift lyric)

- she must be his favorite place in brooklyn

- pack up the moon and dismantle the sun

- so i wait for you like a lonely house

- my selves go with you

- forever the name on my lips

pls only write these if you feel like it, as always. i hope you get well really really really soon, dearest alle. 🥺🫶

the birb, she calls herself like she doesn't know i'm always going to associate her with earl grey tea. i was originally going to put these in one post but then i decided not to so keep an eye out for other ones.

she must be his favorite place in brooklyn

there's a diner that steve likes to go to in brooklyn. it's owned by an old woman with white curly hair who's as quick with a snappy retort as tony is but always has a bright smile for steve. the diner itself is like being back in the 40s, exactly the way steve remembers them being before he went into the ice. when he comments on this, angie just laughs and says, "we've had to update a few times when the leather gets too cracked, but we try to keep it the same, you know?"

there's a picture of peggy on the wall.

steve notices that the first time he goes - her still-beautiful face smiling out of a frame next to angie herself.

"you been to see her yet?" angie asks him when she catches him looking. and then, when he starts to stammer out that he doesn't know what she's talking about, she laughs. "honey, i know exactly who you are. all those years, lookin' after peg, yeah, i'd remember that face."

and somehow, despite the fact that the food isn't amazing and the music isn't from the right era, he never tries going to a different diner.

for their first date, he takes tony to angie's. tony had asked him to take him to his favorite place in all of new york (that wasn't the tower, of course, since that was a given, it being where tony was and all that).

tony beams when steve introduces him to angie and never says a word when she shoehorns in on their date so she can tell him all about her adventures with peggy, and it isn't until they're leaving and steve apologizes that their date had been hijacked that tony bursts out laughing.

"she did it deliberately, steve!" he howls. "auntie peggy was my godmother, and you think i didn't know her best friend? she wanted to make sure you were good enough for me, so she tried to figure out if you'd force an old woman to leave so we could finish our date."

...yeah. that sounds exactly like angie. and there's nothing else for it, with tony laughing, bright and beautiful, so there, on the steps of his favorite place in brooklyn, he kisses him.

#alle answers #alle writes #stevetony

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wave2tyun · 3 months

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I tried looking through some of my old reblogs and some fics I remember really liking were Stay stay stay, Strawberry kisses, Sweet, Make your heart stop, and Stuck by glue :)) though I can't really read them anymore, since the read mores don't work😅 Would it be possible to maybe request one of them next?👉👈🥺💞

Also, do you think you'll restart/continue Crash course in romance? I really loved it and it was a super promising series!!💞😽

Aaah!!!💞💞💕💗💞💗❣️💕💓 I'm! so! excited! you're! back!! You're genuinely such a good writer and I can't wait to get to read more wonderful stuff you put out😽😽💞❤️🥰 I'll also be sure to start sending you more of my incredible™️ kitties on the drawing board😼

-🐾

AHHHHHH yes of course :DD<3 those are gonna be right up next on my list❣️😼😼 i want to repost another fic today as well, do you want to pick a specific one from these or should i choose whichever one?? :0💞

i have such a weak spot for academic tyun so i'd love to give crash course in romance another go!!🥹🥹 i still have the breakdown of each part for it in my notes and maybe i'll rewatch the kdrama to kind of get into the zone again👀 i don't think i've ever made a fic that elaborate so i'm super happy to hear that you loved it and that i'll have your support if i continue it:(<3💘💞💓💖💓 if it goes well i'll make sure to post an update about restarting it🫶🫶

comforting kitty anon my dearest I LOVE YOUUUUUU🥹🥹🥹💓💘💞💖💞 thank you so much!!!!🫂🫂🩷 your enthusiasm is getting to me as well like i'm! so! excited! to be back!!!! rather than feeling fear about not being able to write well i'm just feeling joy thinking about all the endless opporrtunities that come with writing😔✊🏻 i NEED to put out something that will pull at all your hearstrings!!!! i'm so grateful for all the love and support you're giving me, truly, thank you :(<33 i'll make sure to be on the lookout for your lovely kitties!!!😼😼💞💓

#wave2tyun answers!! ☆#🐾 anon

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willowwhispersspeakeasy · 2 years

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Omg omg could you 👉👈 could you do a part two of how their kisses taste with the dateables (minus Luke of course)? Because Holy shit I love that sm T-T

Also anon isn't on btw, just saying!

- kitsune-oji

was gunna start working on this but ill bump it up at your request~

bonus: Luke likes forehead kisses and his hair smells like vanilla icing if you ruffle it <3

What the dateable's kisses taste like

warnings: also kinda horny oops. a little corruption kink for Simeon, as a treat~

Diavolo

crisp apple cider. his breath is warm like cinnamon and cloves. he tastes like autumn, the spices heavy on your tongue as shivers crawl down your spine. he's a gentle sort, he doesn’t want to overwhelm you, but when you chase his lips with your own after he pulls back you can feel the grin he’s wearing.

Dia’s body runs hot compared to a normal human, and he does love how your skin tries to meet his in warmth as he plays with you. you can't tell if he's being gentle to match his nature of if he's teasing you but either way the feeling of his lips scorching against yours clouds your mind and your judgment.

hes crisp and warm but he's also undeniably sweet. you may forget it with his body hot against yours, but after he's left you feeling warm and full its the sweetness that lingers. its the sweetness that you crave.

Barbatos

black tea and rosemary. if Dia is autumn Barb is springtime. oh and his tongue is split by the way, even in his human form its a feature he prefers to maintain. all the better to taste you with my dear. and heavens above he’ll leave your head spinning.

he’s cold to the touch and his lips calm you as soon as he places them against yours. he's relaxing, soothing as he opens you up to be his own meal. one half of his tongue heavy on top or yours while the other sucks from the underside.

he’ll whisper all kinds of sweet words into your mouth, “pretty little thing” seems to be his favorite when referring to you. he paints you in words, in languages you’ve never heard, little do you know he’s simply calling you beautiful in every tongue he can remember.

Solomon

Solomon tastes like smoke, but not in the way Mammon does. his mouth lingers of coffee and almonds and wood and ash. Mammon tastes like a forest fire, Solomon tastes like the aftermath. a village burned to the ground.

sometimes you forget, but Solomon is old, very old. he tastes like history and tragedy. his hands shake as he holds you, he's desperate, needy, so sure to maintain is cool nature until he gets a taste of your lips. until he knows you are there, that you are real.

Solomon tastes like loneliness. his breath warm with fear of abandonment. please, please don't go. please stay. he needs you like he needs the breath in his lungs, now shared between you. his teeth are dull as they tug at your bottom lip. please, please just let him in.

Simeon

Simeon tastes like dew drops on roses. pure, soft, sweet. his kisses are airy and warm, lips fluttering first to your cheeks, then lower. his face is a hair from yours, lips brushing yours, but he's scared. scared he’s read wrong, scared he's made a mistake.

his mouth is warm and soft and you can't help but melt when you lean into him, kissing him gently. his lashes flutter and he signs into your mouth in bliss. the first kiss is innocent and sweet, the latter ones however.

tongue warm as he licks at your bottom lip, begging for your permission. all the years of running away, finally he's lost his resolve. Simeon is clawing, desperate for your affection. his body warmer then he’s ever felt. he wants to drown, to finally see just what it was that tore his brothers from heaven. would this be worth loosing his halo too?

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zodiac part 3 please??? 🥺👉👈

Zodiac PT. 3

Edward Nashton x f!reader

Dano riddler x f!reader

Word Count: 3150

Reader tells her coworker about her date and asked Eddie how she can help with his plan.

Warning: mentions Eddie being ten years older than Reader

AN: Okay so here's a disclaimer: On ed's DL it says that his DOB is 1985, making him 34 during the plot of the movie and this fic. BUT that would mean he is 16 when the Waynes are killed, which makes no sense because the picture of him as a child in 2001 is more like an 8-year-old. So for all intents and purposes, Eddie was 16 when the Waynes were killed.

I have edited this so Eddie's age is correct and follows the cannon book going off that he is 28 in the movie.

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I woke up the next morning to the Sun shining through my closed eyes. I groaned and turned over, burying my face into the pillow below. Taking in a deep breath, I stretched my legs out, I stopped though when I realized something didn’t smell right. It wasn’t a bad smell, it was rather a nice musky scent, but it wasn’t what my own bed smelled like. I pushed myself up onto my forearms and lazily opened my eyes.

Yeah, this definitely wasn’t my bedroom, but before I could freak out, Eddie came strolling through the open door dressed in a white button-down and tie along with a blue glass of water and a plate. Remembering I had somehow been guilted into staying over with those sad-looking eyes of his, I sighed and relaxed back into the pillow.

“Good morning,” he greeted as he sat down on the edge of the bed and placed the plate and glass on the bedside table.

“Morning,” I sighed back, turning back around to face the sunlight he was now blocking from reaching my eyes.

“Did you sleep well?” He raised his eyebrows.

“Mumhum. I did, But I should be asking you that question since you slept on the floor.”

“Don’t worry about me, I’ve slept on worse things than a pallet on the floor.” He leaned over to the table and grabbed the plate. “Here, I made you breakfast. I do remember you telling me that french toast was one of your favorites.”

I smiled widely and quickly sat up, grabbing the plate. “Thank you, Eddie,” I said giddily. I took the fork and silently cut the toast, spearing the peace I had cut, I drug it around in the syrup and then placed it in my mouth. “Mumm. This is really good, where did you learn to cook?”

“You pick up a thing or two when you're an orphan.” He answered. I slowly stopped chewing and looked up at him. “What?” he asked, noticing I had stopped eating.

“You’re an orphan?”

“Yeah, but it doesn't matter anymore. All I’ll say is that the best years of my life have been the nine years I have been out of that damned orphanage.” His voice sounded raw as he talked. He might have said it didn’t matter, but I could tell it still affected him deeply.

I placed the plate carefully on the bed beside me and moved to give him a hug. His hands hesitantly enclosed around me.

“I’m sorry you had to go through that,” I said, sympathetically. He let go of me and I sat back down with my back against the headboard.

Eddie looked away from me and then out the window before clearing his throat awkwardly. “Um, I have to go, it's almost eight and I have to get to work. Just, just make yourself at home. I know the library doesn't open until ten so.” He scratched the back of his head and then readjusted his glasses before standing. “I would really like to see you again, but only if you would like that.” He watched me closely.

“I would love to.” I motioned for him to come closer to me. He did and when he was close enough for me to grab onto his hand, I took it and pulled him down to me. I heard his breathing stop for a second before I pressed a sweet kiss to his lips. Pulling back, I patted his cheek with the hand not holding his. “Now go before you’re late.” He only nodded, wide-eyed, and left the room.

I shook my head and smiled, then picked up my french toast to begin again.

Thirty minutes later, I was back in my clothes from the night before and casually strolling around the apartment. I would be lying if I said that I didn’t snoop. It was just too tempting to look through all the papers on Eddie's desk. Many of them were in his handwriting, but only about two or three were legible. They were part of a diary of sorts, so I decided to put them to the side and keep looking around. Everything on the desk had to do with Carmine Falcone and the Renewal fund, it all coincided with what I had been told last night upon endearing the apartment. There were even printed copies of accounting reports that I was pretty sure were classified.

He had really done his research on what was going on in this town. So much so that I gasped when I found out about how Thomas Wayne had someone killed to keep the secrets about his wife's parents and her many stays in mental institutions throughout the years. I was only about three or four at the time of the Wayne’s deaths, but it was something everyone grew up hearing about, especially since Bruce Wayne, their son, was the elusive talk of the town.

With a quick glance at the clock, I picked up my things and headed for the door. Something taped to the door stopped me from hurrying out. Gently I pulled the piece of paper from the door and read the scratchy writing.

I had a great time last night, you are so wonderful. I left you some cab money so you don't have to waste your own, considering I was the one who had you stay over. If there is any change left over, keep it. I’ll see you soon,

Edward

I smiled, he was so sweet. I flipped the paper over and there, taped to the back was thirty dollars. I took the money and the note and placed them both in the pocket of my dress.

The door creaked as I opened it slowly, peeking my head out into the hall before walking all the way out. Turning the lock on the knob, I shut the door and went to leave the building.

Eddie’s apartment was located in the Bowery, just over the Sprang River, the Library was all the way on the other side of town, in the Dimond District. The cab ride was nauseating, the cab driver drove like he was being chased by death itself and he had no intentions of being caught. We weaved in and out of traffic all the way through the busiest parts of Gotham and I was holding onto the seat in front of me for dear life.

When we finally made it to the Library, at around nine-fifteen, I jumped out of the cab and threw the twenty-dollar bill Edward had left me at the cab driver and thankfully climbed my way up the stairs and to the staff only side door.

Once inside I greeted Sue, who was sitting behind the computer at the front desk.

“Morning Sue,” I waved, passing in front of her and around the desk and headed into the office to put my bag away.

“Morning,” she replied cheerily. I came back out of the office and sat beside her at the other computer. “You’re wearing the same thing as yesterday,” she pointed out, swiveling in her chair to look at me with expectant eyes.

“Oh, don’t look at me like that.” I turned away from her and started to log onto the computer.

“I’m not looking at you in any type of way.” She played dumb, as a smile was growing bigger on her face.

“Yes, you are. You want me to tell you what happened on my date.” My tone came across as a little more accusatory than I had wanted.

Sue just laughed. “Oh come one, please. I’m too old for the dating scene, I’m trying to live vicariously through you.”

I gave a reluctant huff before turning my chair to face her again. “It was really nice. He was such a gentleman the whole time, you don’t find that much anymore here in a place like Gotham. It was very refreshing. We went to that Chinese restaurant I’m always telling you about and then after he drove us to his apartment.”

“Oh, he has his own car? That’s very surprising, most young people don’t have one here, you all just use the trains to get around.”

“That’s what you got from that? That he has a car?” I laughed at her observation. “Anyway, he wanted to show me something at his apartment and since it had gotten dark, I was going to go home but he lives in the Bowery and you know how that place gets after dark. So, he let me stay over. Nothing happened and I know you want those juicy details but there aren't any.”

“Well, here I was, hoping to hear something fun.” She shook her head in amusement. “It’s okay sweetie, I’m glad you had a good time. Do you think you may see him again?”

I smiled at her question, thinking about how nice my time spent with Eddie was. “I definitely hope so.”

“Well, now I need you to tell me the basics. How old is he, job, things you have in common?” I want to know everything.”

I sat there for a second, thinking over what we had talked about last night, before responding. “He's definitely older than me, from context clues, I’d say maybe twenty-seven.” I saw her eyes lift in surprise at the mention that Eddie was almost ten years older than I am, but in my defense, he looked a little younger than that. “He’s a forensic accountant, not sure which agency he’s with, but it's probably one of the big ones, considering all the things he said that he dealt with.”

I kept away from The Riddler topic, knowing he acted the way he did last night when I had mentioned it was because he didn’t want many people knowing about it or that he was even associated with it. I told Sue about what Eddie and I had talked about last night as we hung out in his apartment before time to go to bed.

We surprisingly had way more in common than I had initially thought, reading and riddles were a few but we were practically the same person give or take a few things. For instance, I loved collecting old things, books, teacups, cameras, anything before the year nineteen sixty. Eddie didn’t really see the point in having those things; he was more of a hoarder of more practical things, even if he never used them and they just sat in the corner of his apartment to collect dust.

Looking back on that now after having learned Eddie had grown up in the Gotham orphanage, it made sense why he held onto more practical, necessary things. Another thing that was different was that Eddie was creative but in an inventive way. He was good at numbers so he used them to make calculations and those calculations to make schematics of different contraptions. I on the other hand would die if I even had to do a lick of math.

“It sounds like you like him very much,” Sue said when I was done telling her about Ed’s and my conversations.

“I really do Sue, I really do.”

Two days had passed and I think texting and calling Eddie was becoming more of a distraction than it should have been. We hadn’t seen each other since our date, but we had planned to meet up this afternoon in Robinson park, which was thankfully right across the road from the library.

I only worked half a day today because it was some kind of holiday, so it was thankfully bright and sunny when I crossed the street to wait on Eddie. I caught up on some well-deserved reading as I waited patiently. Eddie arrived only an hour later, also having received the afternoon off.

Too engrossed in my book, I didn’t notice that Eddie had come up beside me until I heard him clear his throat. Placing my finger on the page to keep my place, I looked up. A smile appeared on my face at the sight of Eddie and his shaggy hair. Quickly I placed my bookmark between the pages of the book and gently set it aside. Hopping to my feet, I gave Eddie a hug. I felt his arms wrap tightly around my waist and heard the content sigh he made.

“I missed you,” he admitted, pulling away to look down at me. I smiled shyly.

“It’s only been two days and we’ve been on the phone constantly.” I lifted my hand to pat his cheek gently.

“I know, but I really liked your company the other day and now it just feels empty without you there.”

“I liked your company too.” I agreed before pulling away from the embrace entirely and turning to grab my book and purse, placing the strap over my shoulder. “Was there anything you wanted to do? I picked where we ate last time, so it's your turn.” I turned back to face him.

“Well, uh.” He scratched his head. “I was thinking we could just hang out again. I really liked talking to you the other night at my apartment.

I smiled and took his hand in mine, “Then talking it is. Come on, I know just the spot.” I pulled him away from the bench and down the sidewalk to a small cafe across the street.

Once inside I ordered myself an iced black coffee and stood back as Eddie ordered himself a latte. We sat at an empty table in the back corner slowly sipping our drinks just enjoying one another's presence when I spoke up.

“So I will admit, I kinda snooped through your things the other morning.” I looked up at him through my eyelashes.

“That’s okay, I already told you what I was doing.” He shrugged it off.

“I know, but I shouldn’t have snooped.” I took a long sip of my coffee. “Speaking of your plans, what part can I help with?”

“Hum,” he thought for a second, leaning back in his chair. “The more information I can get on the Waynes, the reporter they tried to bribe, and Falcone, the better. Do you think you could get that for me?” He was serious now. I don’t know how he managed it, but when he turned from shy to this, his more rounded features suddenly sharpened, almost like he was a different person when talking about these things.

“Do I think so? I know I can. I’m one of the key holders of the classified archives, if it isn't anywhere else, that's where the information will be. I’m off the next two days, but I’ll definitely look for you on Monday.”

“Thank you so much.” He grabbed my hand and gently brought my knuckles to his lips, kissing them. A short giggle escaped me as I watched him.

“Anything for you Eddie,” I replied.

The weekend came and went, Eddie and I spent most of it together either in my apartment. We talked for hours, learning more about one another, more personal things than we could talk about in public.

Some would say the relationship is moving too fast, especially after finding out the person I’m seeing wants to murder the top Gotham government officials, but I couldn't find it in myself to care about that.

It was weird. I should be concerned, it was definitely a major red flag, but the more time we spent together, the more I truly understood why he was wanting to do this.

So, that’s why I was now quietly strolling through the classified Archives stacks in the oddly large Gotham Public Library basement.

The overhead lights buzzed loudly as I took a sharp turn down the aisle which housed all the documents concerning the Waynes. The sound of my heels clicking against the tile floor echoed throughout the room.

About halfway down the aisle, there was a shelf full of boxes labeled Thomas Wayne. I placed my hands on one of the boxes on the middle shelf labeled 2000-2001 and tugged it out into the open. Gently I placed it on the floor and sat myself down, cross-legged, next to it. The lid pulled off easily and beneath it were slowly yellowing papers, filed away neatly.

Placing the lid to the side, I started to search through the documents. Thankfully they were sorted by month and day, making it extremely easy to narrow down my search.

I had only been looking for about an hour when one of the papers caught my eye. Taking it out of the box I examined it more closely. It was an old newspaper article about the Waynes, the author, Edward Elliot.

That was the journalist who Thomas Wayne had killed. I thought to myself. Reading the article more closely I realized that there was more information that Eddie hadn’t even mentioned. Carefully, I folded the paper and put it into the pocket of my jacket. I skimmed through the rest of the box, but there was nothing. So I picked myself up off the cool floor and placed the box back in its original place. If there was nothing else in that box, then there wouldn’t be anything else in the Wayne boxes about these events.

I strode down the past a few more aisled before reaching the ones holding the Arkham records. I proceed to scour through the boxes, for a few more hours, unfortunately coming up empty-handed. Shaking my head I pulled out my phone and dialed Eddie.

“Hey,” he said softly, picking up after only one ring.

“Hi,” I replied, pausing for a moment. “Listen, I didn’t find much, but I did find the original article Elliot wrote. It has what you told me on it, but there are a few extra tidbits on Martha’s stays at Arkham Hospital.” I spoke quietly as I walked out of the basement door and bolted it shut.

“That’s okay, we can look over it together later. I’ll come to pick you up after work, we can come back to my apartment.”

“Why don’t you swing by mine and grab me some clothes? Since you get off a bit before me and it’s literally on the way over here.” I suggested walking up the dark, narrow stairwell.

“Yeah, I can do that.” He agreed.

“Do you remember the door code?”

“I do. Listen, I have to go now, but I’ll see you in a couple of hours.” He said hastily.

“Okay Eddie, I’ll see you later.” I hung up the phone and walked out into the main lobby.

Sneaking into the office, I put the paper I had found in one of the many pockets of my purse and shoved a handful of random junk on top of it to keep it hidden.

Now it was back to work as though I were not secretly helping commit a crime.

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