#spreading the KC love | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

m-writes-stories · 7 months

Text

The KC Couple Pt 7

Week 1 - 9/7 vs Detroit Lions

Word Count: 2197

Warnings: language, talk about pregnancy, talk about weight and feeling overweight

WEDNESDAY NIGHT (NIGHT BEFORE THE GAME)

You could hear Travis groaning as he made his way to the couch. “Are you ok baby?” you asked him. “It just fucking hurts. How the fuck did I get this hurt from a non-contact injury?” he responded. “I don’t know baby, come sit down.” Travis sat down next to you. You laid your head down on his lap. “How are you feeling mama?” he asked you as he brushed your hair with his fingers. “My back hurts a bit, I had heartburn earlier, I feel like I could sleep for days. But other than that I’m good.” “How big is our baby this week?” “The size of a pomegranate.” “When can we find out the gender?” “My mom will be here next Wednesday for our appointment to find out so we can’t know.” “And why can’t we know?” “So it is a surprise for the Gender Reveal Party. It is just a thing. We aren’t supposed to know so we are gonna let my mom find out at the appointment instead of us.” You slowly started to fall asleep. “I’m gonna watch some film. Is that ok?” Travis asks you. “Yeah, I’m probably gonna fall asleep.” “Ok, sleep well baby.”

Travis watched film for about an hour, before deciding to get up and get ready for the game the following day. He lifted your head slightly and moved a pillow under it. You knew he would be needing to get ready. You slept for about another hour and a half before deciding to get up. You could hear Travis moving around upstairs. You slowly headed upstairs, you stood in the doorway watching him go around the room, frantically looking for things. “Hey, handsome, you need some help?” “Yeah, do you know where my AirPods are? And my red long sleeve practice shirt? And–” “Slow down, handsome. Your AirPods are downstairs charging, I plugged them in this morning. Your long sleeve practice shirt is in your locker. I remember seeing it yesterday when I came by.” “I’m sorry. I’m stressed for tomorrow.” “Why are you stressed?” “Because I’m not playing and I feel bad because I have a non-contact practice injury. I should be playing tomorrow.” But you are not. So take a second to chill and breathe. It’s almost 11pm. Let’s get ready for bed, I’m getting sleepy.” “Ok mama, let’s get you to sleep.”

THURSDAY MORNING (DAY OF THE GAME)

You woke up the next morning, with Travis not in bed. You checked your phone and the time said 8:39. Yout got out of bed and headed downstairs to the kitchen. You saw Travis making pancakes. “Hi, baby. Did you sleep good?” “No, your child sat on my bladder all night. I think I got up like 5 times to pee last night,” you said, walking over to him wrapping your arms around his bare torso. You had one of Travis’s old practice shirts on and a pair of underwear. Travis’s shirt going down to mid-thigh. Travis had a pair of shorts on, as he got pretty hot at night.

“Do you want chocolate chips in your pancakes today?” Travis asked you as he kissed the top of your head. “Yes please.” You kissed his chest. You were 5’5’ so Travis was taller than you by a foot. “Ok, pretty girl. As much as I love you hugging me, and I do love it. I need you to move so I can finish breakfast. Do you wanna sit on the counter?” Travis asked you. “I can’t get up there like I used to.” “Pretty girl, I can pick you up and put you in the counter.” “No, you can’t.” “Pretty girl, are you calling yourself too heavy or me not strong enough?” “I weigh too much, your strength isn’t gonna do anything.” “Y/N I don’t want to hear you ever say you are too heavy or fat. Do you hear me? You are perfect. Do you understand?” “But I don’t feel pretty?” “But you are honey. I love you. You are the most beautiful girl ever.” He walked towards you, spreading your legs so he could stand in between them. He grabbed your face with both hands. He leaned in towards you, and kissed you passionately. “I Love you more than anything. More than I like playing football.” “Liar.” “I’m serious. I love you more than I love playing under the prime time lights. You are perfect for me. I love you. And you are pregnant you are supposed to gain weight.” You giggled and looked up at him. “You promise?” “Have I ever lied to you?” He asked, smirking. “No.” “So why would I now?”

Travis and you finished breakfast and headed upstairs to your bedroom. “Trav, what time do you need to head to the stadium?” “I need to be there by 12:45,” he yelled from the bathroom. It was currently 10. You laid back down in your bed. Travis came out of the bathroom and laid next to you, pulling you into his chest. “You should probably get ready to go. Is your bag ready?” You asked him. “Yeah, it's ready. Which is why I am lying here with my wife.” “I should look through it.” “No, you can look through it after a bit. It’s only a 20 minute drive, we have time.

Time Skip

You watched Travis finish getting his shoes on. When finished he walked over to you on the couch. He leaned down and kissed your forehead. “I love you. I’ll see you in a bit ok?” “Ok, I’ll see you later. I'll probably leave here at 5:30,” you responded. He kissed your lips before grabbing his bag, keys and phone and heading to the door. He has been having a harder time leaving you to go to games. In the past he could leave like 8 hours before the game and be ok. Now, he wants to leave later and later. You haven’t asked him about it cause you wanted to see if it would resolve itself. You were nervous for how he would be the further along you got.

You finished getting ready and headed downstairs to grab the rest of your stuff. You headed out to your car, hoping you wouldn’t catch much traffic. You were leaving almost 30 minutes later than you thought you would. You decided to take a nap shortly after Travis left and woke up later than you had intended. You got to Arrowhead at 6:20. You headed straight into the family area hoping to see Travis before heading up to the suite to get dinner. You texted him that you were there. He came out of the locker room shortly after you texted him. He practically ran towards you. “Travis Michael, you are not supposed to run.” “I know I just had to see you, I missed you.”

“Travis, we should talk.” “What are you divorcing me, what is happening?” “What has been up with you recently?” “What are you talking about?” “You have been leaving later for practice and for games. You used to be able to leave just fine and now you don’t want to leave at all. I’m nervous when I get further along you aren’t gonna want to leave at all.” “I just don’t like leaving you because I feel obligated to be home with you. You are growing my child and I just want to be home with you. But I can't cause I have to go play football.” “Travy it’s ok. I am ok with you going to play football. It’s your job, your passion. We have talked about you playing in the NFL since we were like 5. Yes, I wish you could stay home with me, but you have to go play. And that is ok. You will be home after the game. It’s not like you are going off to war, I’ll see you in a couple of hours.” “I know but I just wish I could stay with you.” “Hey it’s ok. We will have 9 days without you needing to play a game. That gives us 9 days to spend together. I mean you have practice and the podcast but that is still time we get to spend together.” “Yeah,” he said while looking down. You wrapped your arms around his torso. “Hey go be the most supportive person to all your teammates ok. I’ll see you soon on the sideline ok?” “Ok, I love you.” “I love you too.”

Travis walked back into the locker room. You turned around and headed up to your suite. You immediately saw Donna with your favorite food. “Awe thanks Donna. You didn’t have to get me anything. I could've got it.” “It’s ok sweetheart. I wasn’t doing anything so I thought I’d get your favorite before the game started,” Donna said. It was almost time for kickoff, so you headed back down to the field. You waited for the Chiefs to run out of the tunnel. As soon as the players made it to the sideline, Travis walked out of the tunnel with Coach Reid. Coach Reid walked over to you, hugged you and said hi. Then Travis walked over saying hi and giving you a kiss on the lips. “Please be careful, stay calm on the sidelines. Don’t make your injury worse. Please,” you said looking up at him. “I’ll try my hardest. But I haven’t sat out in a while. So I can’t make any promises.” “Travis I need you to heal, and you can’t heal if you get worked up, are jumping up and down running back and forth.” “Ok!” Travis kisses you once more, before heading off to go with the team. You headed back up to the suite.

ACTUAL GAME

Travis would tell you that there had been bullshit calls throughout the game, but he really started to get frustrated towards the end of the game. Kadarius Toney dropped several passes and Travis was starting to get pissed off. The game was tied and the Chiefs were having to kick a field goal. (I can’t fully remember what happened and can’t go back and watch so we are just gonna pretend. Unless I’m correct.) Travis was pissed that the Chiefs were needing to kick a field gal. If Toney hadn’t dropped the ball they could’ve scored a touchdown and been up by 7.

It was the beginning of the fourth quarter. Detroit was winning by one and the Chiefs needed to score. Toney dropped the ball. Y/N looked towards the Kansas City bench, more specifically to where Travis was standing. You saw him wrap a towel around his head. You could tell he was getting frustrated. There was 1 minute and a half left before the end of the game. Detroit had the ball. They ran the ball again. There was now 1 minute and 2 seconds left. The Lions took a timeout. Then another timeout. There were now 2 seconds left. They snapped the ball and stood there. The Chiefs had lost. Travis turned towards your suite, making eye contact with you, and shaking his head. You saw him cuss.

The two teams shook hands and mingled for a little while before they headed towards their locker rooms. You hugged Donna goodbye and collected your things. You headed down to the family room and waited on Travis. After an hour and 45 minutes most of the players left the locker room and headed home. Patrick Mahomes (Pat) was the last to leave the locker room leaving Travis to be left in the locker room. Pat walked past his wife and kids straight to you. “YN, he needs you. Like really bad. He is in there pissed off at himself, he came in threw things around. He needs you,” Pat said. You nodded your head. “Good try tonight by the way. I’ll go get him.” You walked into the locker room.

You saw Travis sitting by his locker, his head hung low. You could hear the sniffling. You walked over to him and put your hand on his shoulder as you sat down. He turned his head towards you. “I should’ve been able to fucking play. This stupid fucking goddamn knee injury.’ He said moving his shoulder so your hand fell. “Travis, you cannot blame yourself for how today’s game went. Yes, we all wish you could’ve played but you didn’t. You couldn’t have controlled Toney dropping passes–” “Yeah but if I was playing we wouldn’t have had to rely on him to catch the ball. When he repeatedly dropped the ball.” “That’s on him. Pat’s job is to throw the ball, no one can control if the ball gets caught except the intended receiver. So please don’t be hard on yourself for things you can't control. You’ll be back next week. You are doing everything you need to, so you can play next week.” Travis grabbed your waist and pulled you towards him. You wrapped your arms around his neck. “Let’s go home, ok?” you asked him. He nodded his head against your torso.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

L: 21-20 (0-1)

#m-writes-stories #travis kelce #travis kelce x reader

115 notes · View notes

burrowbaddie · 1 year

Note

Imagine Joe having sex with you underneath a tree

Cabin Fever

Joe Burrow x Reader

A/N: This was such a good request! I hope you like it! Sorry if it sucks a bit. I did have fun writing it, so that's all that matters! Hehe! Thank you for the request!

The June air is warm, and the sun is high in the sky. You sit on the back porch watching your boyfriend resume his workout. He promised you a nice little weekend getaway in upstate New York. But here he was once again zoned in on his football regimen. You lift your shades and put down the book you had been reading.

"Joesph! This is not a mini vacation if all you've been doing is working out!" You yell out to him. Joe takes his AirPods out.

"Did you say something, babe?" He shouts back. You wave him over. Joe puts down the rope and runs over to you. He's shirtless, covered in sweat, with nothing but shorts on. He leans down to kiss your lips, but you turn your head.

"I'm going to make lunch, and I expect you to take a break and join me. over there for a picnic." You point to the tallest tree on the woods' outskirts, aligning the property. Joe groans.

"We just had breakfast, sweetheart."

"That was 4 hours ago. You've been at this nonsense non-stop. Lunch with me, or I'm leaving."

"Fine. But I need to work on a few throws and then-"

"You have 15 mins." You warn him getting up and walking into the cabin. Joe goes back to the field to finish things up. Meanwhile, you begin making lunch. You prepare some sandwiches and a charcuterie board. You pack everything into the basket and grab drinks before heading back out. Joe is still focused on throwing. You walk across the backyard and lay the blanket down underneath the tree. The tree gives you the perfect shade, and you bask in the coolness. Joe has been working under the sun all afternoon. You had put sunscreen on him earlier, but you could tell he would have a bit of a tan; regardless, you hoped it didn't burn too much.

"Joseph!" You wave him over. Your boyfriend holds up five fingers, and you glare at him through your sunglasses. You stand up, putting your hands on your hips, signaling you are not playing anymore. Joe gives you a cheeky smile and puts the football down. He goes inside for 10 mins and returns with a fresh shirt and shorts. You're guessing he washed up because when he sits next to you no longer smells of sweat, but his usual body wash.

"Looks good. Thank you." He grabs a sandwich, and you smile, feeling victory. But for the next 15 mins, he goes on about losing to KC and how he should've played better. Standing up, you lift your sundress, pulling your underwear off, stopping Joe from talking. Normally you love hearing him rant about football, but today was not the day. He promised you a weekend of you and him, no football. Joe licks the vegan mayo off his lips and watches you sit down. You open the strawberries and start eating them slowly. Joe's blue eyes don't stop watching you as you sit back down. He chuckles and places his sandwich down.

"I'm sorry, baby." He crawls over towards you spreading your legs. You play a foot on his shoulder, stopping him.

"Sorry for what?"

"I'm sorry for not giving my beautiful girlfriend my undivided attention." He says, kissing your ankle.

"I don't know if I forgive you."

"How can I make it up to you?" Joe's eyes darken as you remove your foot and open your legs. When it came to your pussy, Joe never wasted time enjoying what was in front of him. You can barely get a word out before Joe dives right in. Joe starts licking and twirling his tongue around your clit before spreading your folds for a messy make-out session with your cunt. Your dress shielded Joe from your view, so you had to go on feeling and sound as he slurped between your legs like a starved animal. Joe has perfected his technique; it takes less than a min for you to cum on his tongue, and that was before his fingers even entered you. Joe pushes your dress off his head and sits up while slowly adding two fingers into you. Your legs shake, and your eyes shoot open. Joe is staring down at you with a wide grin. He pushes your trembling legs apart and takes his place between them. Joe bends down to kiss you. The kiss starts off slow, and you try your best to concentrate on his lips, but with Joe being three fingers knuckle deep in your pussy you're losing focus. He slaps your thigh and bites your bottom lip to keep you focused on him.

"Joe, wait, please." You beg, but Joe doesn't let up. You reach down to grab his hands, and Joe smiles against your lips.

"Nu-uh. You wanted this remember? You're ovulating this week. You've been walking around with nothing under your negligee, begging for it. Begging for me to stuff you full. I'm going to give it to you. And you're going to take every last drop." Joe whispers the last part in your ear, and you rain down on his hand cumming again. You've been discussing having children for the last two months. Yes, Joe said you guys could try. So yes, you have purposely walked around like a dog in heat this week. Joe took his fingers out of your drenched pussy and licked them, sucking your juices off each digit. His shorts are pulled down, and his cock springs out. You sit on your elbows, watching Joe altogether remove his clothes. He leaves you in your yellow sundress because Joe has this thing where he loves fucking you when you're half-dressed. He bunches the dress up your waist and grins. Joe slaps the tip of his dick on your pussy before rubbing it against your clit.

"Please. Hurry."

"Slow down, baby." He warns you. Joe slowly inches in, making your legs shake. In and out. He buries himself into you to the hilt, only to slowly drag it out.

"Stop teasing." You cry. With that, Joe grabs hold of your hips and fucks into you faster, giving you exactly what you wanted. He fucks you dumb. Your mouth is open, but you can't get a word or sound out because Joe hits your g-spot repeatedly. Your legs start shaking uncontrollably, and Joe rubs your clit with his thumb, praising you.

"That's my girl, baby. That's it." Joe says, pulling out until the tip to watch you squirt. Your body twitches and Joe uses this time to pull your dress off and toss it in the grass. He pulls you up on his lap, letting you ride him. But you're still in a dazy, so he bounces you up and down. Throwing your head back, you moan his name and tell him how good he feels. Joe kisses your neck, telling you how good it feels inside you.

"Mine. All mine. I fucking love it in here. Never letting this go." He groans into your neck.

"Yours. It's all yours, Joey." Tears prick your water line again because he quickly found your spot. You don't know if you can handle another orgasm just yet. Joe releases your hips and sits back on his hands, watching you work yourself on his dick.

"Make me a mommy!"

"Yeah? You-you want me to make you a mommy?" Joe stutters, feeling himself about to bust. You look down at him, slowly circling your hips now. You're in control now, and you want to tease Joe. But your boyfriend isn't having that. He is forcing you on your back with your knees pressed against your ears in one quick motion.

"Not-Not fair." You whine, feeling him deep inside you. Joe continues fucking you in that position until is cumming. You love this feeling, his warm cum slowly leaking out of your pussy. You're filled to the brim with his seed. Joe lets go of your weak legs, watching them drop flat like dead weights. He bends down to kiss your belly while pushing his cum back into you with his fingers.

"Can't waste it." He whispers against your stomach. You shudder, and Joe turns you over, wanting to enter you from behind. With shaky hands and legs, you get onto your hands and knees. Joe is in you again before you can steady yourself. You hold on to the tree for support, making Joe laugh as he holds your hips.

"Slow mm, slow down."

Joe doesn't slow down. He lets go of the grip on your hips to hold onto the tree. Every time your ass connects with his pelvis, your knees buckle. It feels so good but is too much at the same time. You start biting your bottom lip, trying to keep quiet because you are on the verge of screaming. At one point, Joe holds your right leg up, creating an angle that sends your eyesight out of focus.

"Why are you quiet now?" Joe stops everything, and you whimper when he pulls out.

"I don't want to be too loud." You whisper. Joe smacks your ass, causing you to yelp.

"Who is going to hear you? Hmm, the birds? Deer? A bear? I don't think the animals care, sweetheart."

You turn around, giving him a fuck you look. Joe slides back in. This time he slows down. You are able to sit up on your knees, letting him fuck up into you. Joe links your hand with his and holds them against the tree.

"My pretty girl. So fucking pretty." He kisses the back of your neck.

"Say it. Say you're my pretty girl."

"I'm your pretty girl." You cry out, squeezing his hand. Joe lets go of you and tells you to lay on your back. You reposition and open your legs, allowing him back in. This time Joe kisses you senselessly while he fucks you. He whispers over and over how much he loves you. And you start crying. You full-on sob as Joe cums into you. He pulls out and looks at you, confused. You hide your face from the embarrassment of having a random breakdown. But every time Joe confesses his love to you, it hits you right in the heart.

"I love you so much, Joseph." You sniffle. He leans down, letting you cup his face.

"I love you more than my own life. I'm sorry I ruined lunch." He chuckles, kissing your hand. You shake your head. You're full of food, cum, covered in sweat, and smells of Joe; there is nothing that is ruined. Joe stands up and picks you up bridal style.

"I'm sleepy."

"Baby. We just started. I need to get my work out in somewhere. Plus, babies don't make themselves!"

"Joseph, wait!" You squeal as he takes off in a sprint to the cabin.

It isn't until 8 pm that you emerge from the cabin to clean up the picnic. You can barely stand but need to get things cleaned up before the animals come. Lucky for you, the food is untouched and still in the basket. You grab the clothes, blanket, and basket and return to the cabin. Joe is sitting in the living room on facetime with his brother.

"Tell my sister-in-law I said hello!" His brother shouts. Joe holds up the phone, and you wave. Joe hangs up with his brother and meets you in the kitchen.

"How about we go for a swim later."

"My legs can't handle that right now." You giggle, leaning against him. Joe rubs your back and hums. He reaches down in his shorts, clutching the bright blue Tiffany's ring box. Joe knows the idea of marriage scares you. When you first started dating, you told him that marriage was off the table, but you would be open to cohabitation if it led to that. Joe was completely thrown off during that part, and let's say the first date was the last date. That was until you met again at a college party. That was seven years ago. You guys have broken up and gotten back together. So just maybe, things have changed. Joe didn't just want to make you a mother. He wanted you as his wife too. Even if it's only a thing on paper, as you say, Joe wanted that.

"Did you hear me?" You ask, bringing him back to reality.

"Uhh, sorry. What's up?"

"I'm going to be pretty pregnant, right? Do you think I could pull off Rihanna type looks?"

"Of course. You'd be prettier than her."

"Let's not get carried away, Joseph. No one is touching mother." You laugh, walking away. Joe squeezes the box. It's now or never. He gets down on his knee while your back is turned.

"There's this little vegan place in town. Let's have dinner there. Urgh, but it's really hard to find a good vegan place and the reviews kinda suck." You complain closing the fridge. Joe panics and puts the box back in his pocket.

"Why are you on the floor?"

"Just looking at the dust." Joe gets up, laughing. You eye him suspiciously but let him go.

"Let me fix my hair, and then we can go," Joe says, rushing out of the room. You lean against the counter, scrolling Twitter waiting for your boyfriend to return. Joe stuffs the box into a random door and sighs. He's afraid you'll leave him again if he brings up marriage. Maybe it was just better to be with you like this. Joe hopes Tiffany's have a return policy for rings purchased two years ago.

#joe burrow x you #joe burrow x reader #joe burrow imagine #joe burrow #joe burrow x y/n #joe burrow fan fic #joe burrow fic #joeburrow #joey b

373 notes · View notes

ghostly-knight · 1 year

Text

random mys headcanons that have nothing to do with anything (mostly garroth and laurance tbh)

Garroth doesn’t like carrots

Laurance can’t skate

kc/nana did roller derby

Laurance has a belly button piercing (cadenza did it one night in the middle of his grade 11 year bc they were bored)

no one knew about the piercing, including garroth, for a long time, and garroth found out first anyways

Garroth found out bc his shirt rode up or he was wearing a crop top (idk which) when they were hanging out outside of school one day

dante hates socks

zane loves them

nana likes toe socks

vylad doesng like shoes and would be barefoot all the time if he could be

aphmau HATES pants but wears them anyways

vylad did figure skating before he transitioned

travis did gymnastics

Laurance is like 5’9

Garroth is like 6’2 or 6’3

sometimes the higher difference flusters laurance even if it isn’t much

when aph is being feral garroth just picks her up and throws her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes

laurance swears like a sailor

Laurance has heterchromia but i’ve already spread my propaganda about that

Laur and Gar went to prom together “as friends” but both were like ‘omg it’s like a date’

Garroth listens to pop-punk music (Zane showed it to him originally and he just ended up really liking it)

He also makes people playlists, but not of their music tastes, he makes them based on songs he likes that reminds him of them

Laurance got a CD for his birthday one year

Laurance smoked in highschool but quit early-mid university

Garroth and vylad LOVE spice

zane can’t handle it

nana likes spice too

aaron prefers sweets but gets hot sauce as gifts (he sneaks it into nanas cupboard)

aph has a full length mirror in her room bc she likes to sing and dance into it like she’s in a movie

Laurance did the rice purity test and got higher than everyone thought he would (other than garroth bc they’ve told each other everything since like grade ten)

Laurance has very feint freckles that you can only see when you’re very close to his face

Garroth loves his freckles

Laurance likes mug rootbeer

he can also do the thing where you take the bottlecap off using his shirt

garroth and laurance wait for each other after practice in highschool

zane and vylad go to every game garroth has that they can make it to because their parents don’t care enough to go (i’m a bad ro’meave parents truther)

zane has a shellfish allergy

vylad has celiacs

katelyn is lactose intolerant

katelyn is also v buff

garroth does ballet in his free time

aaron has a very big dog (like a newfoundland) and his name is rug

dante is epileptic bc i am and i said so

laur calls like everyone baby girl or something (he calls garroth baby boy sometimes and it makes him go beet red)

zane is a bluey enjoyer

i have so many more pls ask me about my random headcanons, i also have less random ones and ones that interlace but that’s for another post

317 notes · View notes

goat-guy-tm · 2 months

Text

While there is a level of "benefit of the doubt" I sometimes want to give to MCD, there are things from a writer's perspective that still will always perpelex me, if not outright disgust me to an extent.

For one, believe me I am pro widows moving on and finding new love, but even with MCD, something about Aphmau and Aaron's relationship still feels off. While it's written better than MYS Aarmau by leaps, I still can't help to feel that Aaron should have just been left to, live out his life. Having him sleep with Aphmau and then go off to save Garroth while in character for him, feels, almost dirty to do to him. I adore a character being "cursed to a cycle of pain and suffering for the bettering of others" as the next mentally ill loser, but Aaron has gone through years of hunting down Zane after the untimley death of not only his son and wofe, but his ENTIRE town. Let the man sleep, for once PLEASE.

Two, there's a plot poont of Zane trying to activly remove and push out the wolf trives from their home to spread Ok'hasis rule, which if you're anyone, you'll understand why it's nasty for a visibly white character trying to force a group of people who are notably native to that land, out from those homes. While I'm pro make Zane as evil as you can, there are some lines I don't think should be crossed in a damn minecraft roleplay of all things.

Third, KC and then thusly Nekoette's use (improper as it is) of Japanese honorifics is very, strange from a world building perspective. There is no reigon in the established MCD world that is asian adjacent in any way. Unless it was intended for there to be one revealed in later seasons then eh, but still, it wouldn't excuse the ungodly improper use. If anything, they could have tried to introduce an hnorofics sytem with meifwas/Tu'la culture, since the two would be most likely toghtly wound together, plus with how Tu'la activly exists under a monarchy. No way they could make Japanese ones work without quite literally a Japan equivalent, which they obviously didn't have.

#aphmau minecraft diaries #aphmau mcd #minecraft diaries #aphblr #aphmau redesign #aphmau rewrite #mcd rewrite #minecraft diaries rewrite

14 notes · View notes

blueeyesking · 2 months

Text

Pegasus Returns?! Duel, Kaiba-Boy! Pt. 1

[Seto and Mokuba fly over the island Maximillion Pegasus calls home, Duelist Kingdom, in the Blue-Eyes Jet. Seto is piloting.

"I can't believe we're visiting Duelist Kingdom again," Seto mutters, with clear disdain.

"Yeah," Mokuba adds, "It's got nothing but bad memories..."

"I'll make this quick, so that we don't have to be here very long." Seto assures Mokuba. They land shortly thereafter.

The Kaibas are silent as they approach the darkened entrance hall. It's eerily empty.

"Do you think anyone even still works here...? I mean, Pegasus is supposed to be dead!" Mokuba remarks. "If it really is him, we'll put him in the ground for good this time!"

Seto nods, but doesn't verbally reply.

It's not long until they come to a large room, too high up to see its floor in the dim, with their walkway suddenly cut off with a drop into the pit. Seto has to grab Mokuba's arm to keep the younger boy from walking right off the edge, as he's preoccupied looking around the room; Mokuba's fear of that near-death experience has him clinging to Seto.

"PEGASUS! Enough fooling around; show yourself!"

On the other side of the room, across the gap, Maximillion Pegasus appears from the darkened hallway, laughing to himself. He's just as the boys remember him.

"Just as annoying as always," Seto mutters.

"Oh, Kaiba-boy, where's the love? We've been through so much together! Aren't you happy to see me, after so long~?"

Seto grimaces, mirroring Mokuba's expression beside him. The younger is the first to respond.

"Shut up, Pegasus! We're not here to catch up with a low-life like you!! My bro is here to duel you, so you leave us alone for good!"

"Ohhh~? And what have I done to earn so much ire from you, boys~?"

The Kaibas grit their teeth. Seto responds this time.

"It's a long list. But you know why we're here now: you've been buying up my company's shares like cheap candy." Seto points dramatically at Pegasus.

"Not to mention- you're the only other person who could possibly have scared the world with those monster holograms."

"Is that so~? You boys know that my little arenas aren't nearly as advanced as your Solid Vision... are you sure you aren't just blaming me to hide your own responsibility for it? Maybe you're just scared about those monsters being real, hmm~?" Pegasus chuckles to himself, raising his arms in a caricature of a shrug and shaking his head. It really pisses Seto off.

"AS IF! Everything has an explanation, and monsters being real is impossible!"

Mokuba, however, picks up on something else in Pegasus's response.

"What do you mean, our responsibility for all of this?? We already told everyone KC's instruments had nothing to do with it!"

Pegasus continues to chuckle, lowering his arms. As always, he's condescending to his opponents.

"I'll tell you if your big brother can beat me in a Duel, Mokuba-boy~. But don't forget what happened last time you dueled me... and how you lost your souls~!"

Seto growls, clenching his fist, then takes a breath to steady himself.

"I don't want to hear it- you're just reminding us of old humiliations to try and rile me up before the Duel, so that I'll make mistakes. It won't work."

"That's old news, Pegasus- like you should be!" Seto brandishes his Duel Disk, and it activates, pieces swiftly moving into its Duel-ready position.

Pegasus gives them a hearty laugh, then spreads his arms in front of him. "You're right- it's time for the rematch of the century!"]

#arc: what the doma?!#narrative post

13 notes · View notes

thebirdarts · 5 months

Text

My 2023 Year in Art

Because of my sporadic drawing, I just picked 12 pieces of mine, spread out across this year, that i felt had an impact or shows an one on my overall artistic style, from the first time I've experimented with something, and when i solidified it.

i nerd out over my own drawing under the cut!

In chronological order, starting with my portrait of my first WOTR commander, Alaun.

Original Post!

Not only is this is representation of me getting into WOTR, its one of the first times i did smoother and softer shading, something i haven't really done since. Additional, i can easily see the line between the metals i rendered here and Cecio & Celia's more stylized metallic elements. I miss Alaun, he was ahead of his time as a good kc of mine. its a fairly big full piece, and one I'm still proud and fond of today!

Original Post!

Estinian! god i miss ffxiv... Here is the root of my bright idea to use pencil brushes for colored shading, to get a textured gradient, and i used it in the metallic golds. its also my biggest art post on this blog! it is a big & detailed piece, and seemed daunting at the time, but i just put in the time, and was rewarded for trying to make sense of the armor [i used my own dragoon as a model for how thing actually interacted & what was what] Im still stupidly proud of it. it was my second piece of FFXIV fanart, and the beginning of many more!

MURA! original post

Given this is about drawings that have impacted me, i think this one is an easy contender for the one that's done so the most. Drawing Mura reminded me how much i loved fashion & clothing, and drawing it! I've always has a tremendous amount of fun with her drawings, and it all started here!! Mura also was the first time i repeatedly used a colour pallet for a character, with her pinks and purples now ingrained into my mind!

Original Post

Out of all my drawings, Estinian and Mura are tied for how much ive drawn them, which Estinian has an advantage due to my large bank of FFXIV screenshots & my redraws thereof. This was great fun, not only for understanding the armor better, but having fun experimenting in colour pallets! something i can see has carried on into my non-literaly coloured Celia & Cecio drawings!

Mura<33 original post [has link to its original art]

My first head only drawing in a long time, and somewhere where i experimented with coloring, as well as the introduction of Muras netted and braided hairstyle! in fact, you can see the visible brush strokes as what would eventually be the stylized shading used in my more recent portraits! The shattered stained glass. looks cool as hell. and was my first time majorly experimenting with layer options, something that would become very common for me.

Mura again<3 original post

Look narrowing it down to three was hard, i drew her so much, she really re-inspired me to draw. Lighting<33 you can really see here the style i would use on Cecio, just using a pencil brush rather than a roller one. its a piece Im very proud of, and one day i will light everything as consistently as this

Miss Star-Sailer<33 original

Expanding the working with a limited color pallet from Mura, and once again rendering metals, this piece of my wol has a special place in my heart. just... her<33 She<33 her muted and dark colour pallet, her expression... i love this one<33

GEORGIE!!! original

my baby boy<33 Im finally drawing curls... and the brightly coloured iris & tiny white pupil may have become a thing of mine.

Celia<33 original

the limited colour pallet, the non literal colours, the sketch peeking through, the shading on both clothing and skin, the hair? this is like the payoff to all theses previous drawings. i used a different pencil brush, and goodbye 6b and hellooo procto pencil!!!!

Cecio<3 original

If the previous drawing was the payoff, this is one of the stages of refinement, taking the new stylized skin shading and applying it to a portrait where the face is the focus, and damn!! Cecio<3

original

A compositional outlier, this piece earned its place for me revising what has to be one of the most drawn compositions of mine - the eye. In many ways its the closing loop of a full circle, the brushstrokes exactly how i would shade with my pencil on paper, the lines and movements coming naturally to me, in an entirely different medium. the main difference is colour, while my pencil drawings were firmly grayscale and i resisted all attempts to get me to use colour, this is practically a sunset, using my knowledge of not just colour but layer filters to create bright and overly saturated variations. full circle, just add colour.

Original

And the final piece! a portrait of Cecio, showing off all i have developed, from the metallics, to the stylized shading, colour pallets, the use of filters for alternate versions, the hair, the face, the new brush!!! its not my last drawing of 2023, but its a fitting end.

- end note.

if you will permit me to get sappy, 2023 has been hell of a year, but damn if it hasn't been pointing upwards. in 2023 i came to understand i was disabled, and my whole life changed course. My art became not just a hobby or skill of mine, but will be my main source of income once i graduate. my existing friendships have strengthened, and so have my online ones, ive met so many new and awesome people. seeing everyone's tags, comments and reactions to my art has been amazing, and thank you all for that. i have seen so many amazing artists and writers who inspired me to better myself, and also to focus on what makes me unique.

2023 has been a hell of a year, but thanks in no small part to some of the most amazing people i've had the privilege of knowing, it been a damn good one.

its been tough, coming to realize your physically disabled and having to rewrite your life plan was hard. its been overall up, but there have been some spikes down. im aware, that every year i say i cant get happier, and then i do, i break though another barrier, reach another high.

im not saying that this year, because i know next year will be better, and the year after that, as i have the opportunity to steer my own life, it will improve in ways i cant even think of now.

Thank you, all.

#thebirdtalks #not a normal post of mine #or even a year of art post #i get very sappy towards the end #but i wanted to explain #and help show my own art journey #there are so many pieces that deserve a mention #but its getting long enough!#and almost every piece ive done has meant something #even just practice or finding out what doesn't work #i hope everyone is doing okay and if not its at least looking upwards #ilu people in my laptop<33

19 notes · View notes

that-sarcastic-optimist · 5 months

Note

hello hello! love your works! was wondering if you weree still taking prompts ad if you are regency kc? thankyou!

“Your Highness, may I introduce the Dowager Countess Esther Mikaelson, Their Majesties King Elijah and Queen Katherine Mikaelson, and the Princess Rebekah Mikaelson.”

“Your Majesty,” says her father, bowing deeply. “We’re honoured to have you here as our guest.”

“You have a charming city,” says the King, his dark eyes sweeping the ballroom. “May I inquire the whereabouts of the queen?”

Bill flushes. “The queen is…indisposed at the moment.”

Caroline snorts involuntarily. Four pairs of eyes turn to look at her, her father’s gaze horrified, the countess’s scandalized, and the princess’s scornful.

To her surprise, the king and queen merely look amused. “Princess Caroline, I presume.”

“Your Majesty,” she murmurs, curtseying. “It’s an honour.”

“Yes, your father says,” Elijah replies. “Your beauty precedes you.”

Caroline stiffens. “Amongst other things, presumably.”

Tales of her infamous outspokenness have spread far and wide, her brazenness, and her confidence, the very qualities that do not endear her to suitors.

Not that she likes any of them, hates every single nobleman her father brings to her doorstep.

Elijah’s eyes crinkle at the edges, as do his wife’s. “Amongst other things,” he echoes. “It’s a pleasure, Your Highness.”

“Quite,” Caroline replies coldly. “Please excuse me.”

She walks out, maintaining her composure until she exits the ballroom, stamping her foot and ripping out the combs in her hair. They made her head ache, and she was not in the mood to deal with that at the moment.

“In twenty-two years, I've never seen or heard of the famous Parisian princess act in a way so…unnatural,” a smooth voice comes from behind her. Caroline whirls around, startled, to see a man walking towards her, his hands clasped behind his back.

“Who are you?” she asks snippily, and she has an excuse, she's the princess. “What are you doing in my gardens?”

The man smiles. “Walking.”

Caroline huffs. “That is not what I meant—”

“But that is what you asked of me.”

“Yet,” she says irritably, “it is not what I meant.”

“Then what did you mean?” asks the man, his eyes twinkling.

Caroline glares at him. “You know, I could have you beheaded for spying.”

He laughs. “A rash people, the French. Though you don’t sound like them.”

“I was brought up in the Americas,” she replies dismissively. “That is of no matter. I thought I asked you why you’re in my gardens.”

“Escaping the stifling company of your father’s bloody ball,” the man replies, “The introduction was enough. Once I got that over with, I found a way to get out of the room.”

She can't help but admire his honesty, if he was truly being honest. “Who are you?” He had to be nobility, to have acquired an invitation to her father’s ball.

“Who am I?” His tone is amused. “I am a bandit. Come to abduct you and demand ransoms for your return.”

Caroline wrinkles her nose. “That sounds tedious when you could just demand my hand in marriage. My father is tired, he’ll accept without even asking you about your wealth. All you need is a title.”

Her tone is meant to be sarcastic, but it comes out bitter. The man walks towards her, his expression turning curious. “You do not wish to marry?”

“I do not wish to marry a stranger whose only expectation of the princess is to be a dutiful wife and mother,” she replies brusquely. “I understand my worth although others may not.”

The stranger surveys her with an admiring gaze. “Perhaps there is more to the elusive princess after all.”

She bristles. “Who are you?”

“I told you, I'm an abductor. An assassin, if provoked, perhaps. I'm anyone you wish for me to be, princess.”

“Do not make fun of me.”

The man surges forward, catching her chin in his. “Call me Nik,” he breathes.

Caroline inhales sharply. “This is improper. I—I will be ruined if anyone catches me.”

“And here I thought you were fearless.” She expects his tone to be taunting, mocking—but there’s only a hint of slight teasing. “Surely no one will out the beloved princess if she’s caught in a compromising position?”

Caroline breaks away from his hold, her cheeks pink from the weather—so she tells herself. “You are making assumptions.”

“And?”

“And you're a pig.”

Nik’s eyes glitter. “There you are.”

“Stop it,” she says sharply, turning away from him. “We should go back to the ball before anyone notices we’re missing.”

“Or,” he suggests. “We could not, and you could dance with me.”

Caroline turns around abruptly. “Excuse me?”

“Dance with me,” says Nik, and he reaches for her hand to press a kiss to her palm instead of her knuckles. Caroline shivers at the feeling of his lips on her skin, at the intimate touch.

She doesn’t pull away, however. “And what makes you think I'll dance with a stranger in my gardens?”

“Not a stranger, love. Nik.”

“Tell me who you are,” she demands. “The truth.”

“Dance with me first.”

She hesitates, eyeing his offered hand with apprehension. “I won't bite,” he adds, amused.

“Fine,” Caroline grumbles, taking his hand. “One dance.”

Nik smiles. “One dance,” he agrees, entwining his fingers through hers and placing a hand on her waist. “I certainly won't refuse more, if that is your future intent.”

Caroline wants to kill him.

She tightens her grip on his hand, murmuring into his ear. “I won't be the one asking for more after this, Nik.”

The name comes out with such venom, she expects him to wince slightly. Instead, his eyes spark with amusement and he regards her with an impressed gaze. “Consider me warned, princess,” he shoots back, caressing the syllables of the word so that it makes her shiver. The music starts, and she can hear it clearly across the ballroom, and Nik gently angles her away from the windows, leading, but not exactly, giving her just enough control over their movements so she could change their positions if she wanted. He had brains, she could give him that.

“You never did tell me why you're out here.” Nik’s voice breaks her out of her thoughts, her eyes snapping to meet his. A mistake, apparently, which she realizes when she sees his eyes are the same blue as hers, if not darker. And a lot more piercing.

She wonders how many women have caved under just one stare, then fights down the irrational spike of annoyance that courses through her at the thought of anyone else’s hands on him.

She's not a fool, she was raised in the Americas away from her father. Men there are bolder than European men, and though her mother did her best to instil all her husband’s culture in her, many of her Virginian roots were ingrained in Caroline as well.

She may have been born in France, but she was raised southern. She is not demure, and she is certainly not innocent, her secretive nights with the sons of visiting merchants and young apprenticing guards make sure of that.

“The same reason as you,” she replies finally, letting him spin her slowly. She reaches for his hand instinctively and pretends she can't see the smile on his face when she does. “Escaping the company.”

“Do you not like the company?”

“I think the company could do with a lot more manners and respect before I even consider the possibility of marrying one of those sad excuses who call themselves men,” she spits out derisively. She looks at Nik, who’s watching her with a raised eyebrow, and scoffs. “If you’re going to think less of me because of my manner of speaking, I do not care. I've dealt with judgmental glances my entire life, I can deal with one from a stranger in my garden.”

“I'm many things, love, but I'm not judgemental. Certainly not of you.”

“Aren’t you? I'm an unmarried woman, who does not wish to marry. People call me blunt, and unladylike at worst, and you look at me as if you’ve never seen me before.”

Nik regards her in a way she’s never seen anyone look at her before. “You are right,” he says softly. “I look at you as if I've never seen you before.”

Something like sadness kindles itself in her stomach, but Caroline impatiently pushes it away; she’s only just met this man, and no one would fault him for thinking of her in a way everyone else does. Her grip tightens around his hand unconsciously, and she hates herself for it.

“So you despise me,” she says tonelessly.

“Quite the contrary, love. I don’t despise you.”

“Then what?” she asks, and Nik spins her as the music comes to a close, and she can't help but take in a sharp breath when he pulls her flush against him, their lips a hairbreadth from each other’s.

“I fancy you,” he breathes against her lips, and she wants to kiss him, taste him, feel his skin over hers. “I want you.”

She blames her next words on the champagne she had drunk a half hour ago, and the way Nik’s presence rattles her. “Why?”

She sees a shift in his demeanour, as if he’s honestly confused. “Because you're beautiful, and strong, and full of light. I enjoy you.”

Her breath catches and her eyes widen. Nik does not break away his gaze, continuing to look at her as if—

As if he’s never seen her before.

“Oh,” she says softly, in understanding.

“Oh,” Nik echoes, kissing her cheek softly. “I'll see you, Caroline.”

It’s the first time he says her name. It isn't the last.

She watches him as he walks to the ballroom.

“Where were you?” her father clips out as she takes her place next to him. “I looked like a fool. This ball is for you, how can I introduce you to noblemen if you are not present?”

“I needed some air,” Caroline says tiredly. “I was not feeling well.”

“What is wrong with your hair? The combs are missing.”

“My hair looks perfectly fine. The combs were hurting my head, so I took them off.”

Bill mutters something unsavoury under his breath about why he had to end up with a daughter like her, and Caroline closes her eyes. Where was her mother when she needed her?”

“No matter,” her father says abruptly. “I've taken matters into my own hands.”

Her tiredness vanishes at that, and she looks at him with a raised eyebrow. “Excuse me?”

“You have rejected every suitor I have brought before you,” Bill says tightly. “You do not look at their wealth, their titles, their estate…do not even bring up the subject of your demeanour.”

“My demeanour towards them is as it should be,” Caroline hisses. “They are rude, and pompous, and overbearing, and treat me like an object.”

“They treat you as they would treat their wife.”

“And how is that any different?” Caroline asks coldly.

Her father flushes. “Well, I've had enough. I need you to have an heir, and I need it soon. I'm not getting younger waiting for you to marry, so I'm deciding now.”

“Excuse me?” Caroline bites out.

“I invited the king for a reason. We’ve made an arrangement, and you are to be married to his brother in a few months.”

A feeling akin to panic wells up in her throat. “I will do no such thing.”

“You do not have a choice,” her father growls. “I am your father, and you listen to me. You—ah, there he is.”

The king stops in front of her, lowering his head slightly. “Your Highness.”

Caroline bows, and Elijah smiles. “I did not see you on the dance floor.”

“Forgive me, I was otherwise occupied,” Caroline says icily. “Your Majesty,” she grits out at the end under her father’s livid glare.

Elijah seems unbothered by her rudeness. “I wanted to introduce you to my brother.”

Caroline is seized by another wave of panic at the mention of the man. “I—”

“—would love nothing more than to meet the man she is to marry,” her father cuts in, his hand a tight grip around her arm. “Wouldn’t you, dearest?”

She has never hated her father more than she does in that moment, and it is a very low bar. “Yes,” she grinds out to the king. “It would be a pleasure.”

She was going to make this man suffer. He wanted to abide by his big brother’s rules, fine. But he was a gentleman, not a lady, therefore he could seek his bride anywhere and it did not have to be her.

If he thought she’d be a good wife he was sorely mistaken.

The king smiled at her, stepping aside for the man behind her. “Princess Caroline, may I present my brother, Prince Niklaus.”

And Caroline’s breath stops.

Nik steps out from behind his brother, his hair windswept and eyes sparkling, wearing the same dimpled smile he had flashed at her in her garden.

“Your Highness,” he murmurs, lifting her hand to his lips, reminding her of the way he had kissed her palm outside, making her flush a deep red.

Nik notices, and smirks. “It is an absolute pleasure.”

.xxx

Please review!

#klaus mikaelson #caroline forbes #klaroline fic #klaus mikaelson x caroline forbes #klaroline drabbles

17 notes · View notes

catspawcreates · 4 months

Text

The Kill Code Tribute is Done!

My labor of love. When I latched onto KC I felt very alone in this niche, but I am so grateful to have found others and spread the KC love.

There’s definitely more art and writing to come! I’ll post stills later in the week.

#kill code love #sharing my obsession within an obsession #killcodelove #sharp pointy reformed mrrdrr bot #toe beans #daycare attendent #the daycare attendant #sun and moon show #fnaf kill code #sun and moon show killcode #sams killcode #fnaf killcode #tsams killcode #kill code moon #kill code #killcode #catspaw art #the sun and moon show

70 notes · View notes

seeminglyranch87 · 7 months

Text

Taylor & Travis Timeline

November 2023 - part 1

November 1 - New Heights Podcast episode 61 airs.

Jason appears dressed up as King Triton however Travis neglects to dress up or share photos of a Halloween costume to fans disappointment. The brothers react to people dressing up in their likeness including musician Jax who portrays Taylor putting Travis on the map despite him being an accomplished athlete (x)

“She put me on the map, right there in the video.” “That’s so good, man,” Travis continued with a smile on his face. “God damn, that was golden. Hats off. That was well done. You get a round of applause for that one, I enjoyed that.”

Travis also includes Taylor in the Kelce clan as they sum up their Halloween show… “it's a Kelce Halloween”

November 3 - Travis questioned at Chiefs media conference ahead of game in Germany on Sunday

Asked in reference to Taylor: "What is the latest status and are you in love?" A team mate comments "spice it up... " Travis answers "The latest status is I got to see her last week. That's the latest status right there."

Travis is asked again if he is in love? He replies

"Im going to keep my personal relationship personal" (x 12:54)

When asked about if Taylor will be in attendance at the game Travis answers

“When I mention — or everyone knows — she’s at the game, the Vegas [line] and over-under on my catches goes up and down, The spread goes up and down. So I don’t want to mess with any of that stuff, I’m just going to keep that to myself.”

Travis nicely avoids answering the question but mentions Taylor's attendance affects his game performance and stats.

Taylor pictured dining in NYC with Phoebe Bridgers

November 4 - Taylor is out in NYC with Selena Gomez, Sophie Turner, Cara Delevigne, Gigi Hadid, Brittany Mahomes and other NFL Chiefs WAG's at Bond St Sushi and later Zero Bond.

November 5 - Chiefs v Miami Dolphins, Frankfurt Stadium, Germany. Chiefs defeat Dolphins 21 - 14. Travis becomes the new all time leading receiver in franchise history.

Note Taylor liked this IG post below by People - we love a supportive girlfriend.

Taylor remains in NYC and watched the game from her apartment with Brittany and friends (x). Some of whom are seen leaving after the game.

1989 (TV) debuts at No.1 on Billboard 200!!! This is a re-recorded album!

Nothing like a celebrity couple breaking records ❤️‍🔥!

November 8 - New Heights ep. 63 airs. Jason and Travis hint that Travis is heading to Argentina to support Taylor during his bye week (x 35:05)

“Got anything you’re looking forward to going to?” Jason enquired of Travis. Travis responded, “No, not really. I might just say f**k it and just go somewhere nice, I don’t know. My skin’s getting real pale so I gotta go somewhere sunny.” "Some place south? south of the equator?" Jason asked. “Close to the equator” replied Travis "South of the equator?" Jason questioned with a cheeky grin.

Sources confirm that Travis is indeed joining Taylor on tour in South America via People.com (x)

Taylor is named Apple Music's Artist of the Year for 2023

Taylor Swift arrives in Argentina to begin the South American leg of The Eras Tour. She heads straight to the stadium to rehearse.

November 9 - The Eras Tour, Estadio River Plate, Buenos Aires, Argentina

Taylor debuts a stunning new Lover era pink costume, including leotard, boots and jacket.

The Very First Night (guitar) & Labyrinth (piano). Our girl is falling in LOVE again.

Travis Kelce attends the 15 & the Mahomies Foundation Gala charity event in KC. Taylor donated an item to be auctioned off in support of the cause.

November 10 - The Eras Tour, Estadio River Plate, Buenos Aires, Argentina is postponed to Nov 12 due to bad weather .

Taylor receives 6 Grammy nominations for the 66th Grammy Awards! (x) ✨ Album of the Year - Midnights ✨ Record of the Year - Anti Hero ✨ Song of the Year - Anti Hero ✨ Best Pop Solo Performance - Anti Hero ✨ Best Pop Duo/Group Performance - Karma ✨ Best Pop Vocal Album - Midnights

Aaron Dessner and Jack Antonoff post to IG congratulating Taylor on her nominations as collaborators on Midnights.

The Messenger release an article (x)

Taylor Swift and Travis Kelce Are ‘Fully Dating’ and Relationship Is Already ‘Serious’: Source (Exclusive)

"It is serious between Taylor and Travis," a source told The Messenger of the whirlwind romance between the pair. "They are fully dating and in a relationship." The source continued that "neither of them expected them to move quickly, but they have been inseparable since they first connected. They see each other as much as they can during this busy season." "When they are not together, they are constantly FaceTiming and texting," the source added. "Friends around them think it is very cute and they are a great match. Taylor is having a lot of fun with the wives and girlfriends in the league. Brittany Mahomes has welcomed her with open arms and has really been the ring leader merging Taylor, her friends and the girl groups together." "It is a new era for Taylor and she is loving this season of her life," the source continued. "It is very different from her normal group of friends but they have all been having a great time going to the games and bonding together. Taylor has really had an open mind to this new world, and the girls think she's really enjoyable to be around."

Travis Kelce arrives in Argentina. Travis and Taylor dine with Scott Swift at Elena Restaurant, Four Seasons Hotel Buenos Aires . Travis and Taylor and are seen holding hands as they leave the restaurant. (x)(x)(x)

November 11 - The Eras Tour, Estadio River Plate, Buenos Aires, Argentina

Is It Over Now?/Out of the Woods (Guitar) & End Game (Piano)

Travis was in attendance and Taylor lived up to expectation and made sure we knew she had a new love in her life!

Highlights of the evening:

Travis joining in with the crowd singing "Ole Ole Ole Ole Taylor" and Scott Swift filming him (x)

Travis dancing and singing along all evening

Scott Swift wearing a Chiefs lanyard

Taylor turning to look at Travis during "Lover"

Taylor pointing to Travis singing "That's my man" during "Willow".

Taylor pointing to Travis singing "cause you know I love the players, and you love the game" during "Blank Space"

Taylor choosing to sing "End Game" - obviously with Travis in mind and red and yellow light up bracelets during the acoustic section (x)

Taylor singing "Karma is the guy on the Chiefs, coming straight home to me" complete with a little giggle during the final song "Karma" (x)

Travis' cute response to Taylor changing the lyrics in Karma (x)

Travis hyping up the crowd while waiting for Taylor to exit the stage.

Taylor running over to hug and kiss a smiling Travis backstage after the show (x) (x)

November 12- The Eras Tour, Estadio River Plate, Buenos Aires, Argentina (rescheduled show, see Nov 10).

Sl*t (piano) & Better Than Revenge (guitar)

Travis flew out earlier in the day in preparation to return to training in the USA

Taylor flew out immediately after show still in her Midnights costume.

November 13 - Taylor photographed out with Gracie Abrams in NYC

November 15 - New Heights Ep 64 airs Travis and Jason Kelce chat about their bye week and discuss what Travis got up to in Argentina, south of the equator (x 42:20).

Our bestie Jason draws out what we are all wondering about...

"Sounds like a labyrinth of issues" says Jason.

Oh Travis, she is falling in love with you, and Jason saw the Argentina Night 1 acoustic performance of Labyrinth too.

Referencing the lyric change in Karma;

"How does it feel to officially be 'The guy on the Chiefs'?" Jason teased Travis on the podcast. With a laugh, Travis said that he had "no clue" Taylor planned to mention him during her show. "Well, I might have had a little bit of a clue," he then admitted. "But definitely when I heard it come out of her mouth, [it] still shocked me." "Yeah, you could tell in the video," Jason responded. "I was like, 'Oh shh! She really said that,'" Travis marveled.

When Jason notes that Scott Swift is wearing a Chiefs lanyard at the Eras Tour Night 3 he asks...

"What are we doing, Scott? You're gonna let this man's devilish good looks and relationship with your daughter sway you from a lifetime of fandom, Scott? Ridiculous." Travis further explained, "I might have persuaded him at dinner the night before. When I met him."

Travis commenting on the first Eras Tour he has attended as Taylor's boyfriend..

"The show was even more electric knowing that I had a little bit more to enjoy," he said of watching her perform in Argentina. "Taylor absolutely ripped it. She killed it and it looked like she was having some fun up there."

We love to see the support Travis is showing to our little Indie artist.

We are to expect to see Taylor and Travis spending time together during the Eras tour break according to ET sources (x)

"Taylor has a two-month break in her tour, taking December and January off, and the couple is planning to spend more time together" during that time.

ET reports (x)

Donna and Ed Kelce, and Andrea and Scott Swift are expected to meet for the first time on Monday as the Philadelphia Eagles and Kansas City Chiefs face off for Monday Night Football.

We can expect to see Taylor at the November 20 game too.

Go to previous update -> October 2023 Part 2

Go to next update -> November 2023 Part 2

Return to timeline

#taylor swift #taylor and travis #travis kelce #87 and 89 #taylor swift and travis kelce #traylor #killatrav #seemingly ranch #timeline #87 + 13 = 100 #tayvis #Taylor and Travis timeline

25 notes · View notes

cinewhore · 9 months

Text

Starfish

pairing: Doug Renetti x fem!reader word count: 4k warnings: fluff, angst, smut: vaginal penetration, cumshot a/n: in a minx mood! I just finished the second season and fell in love with the characters again. Folks have also been asking me about this so I guess this can live on here again. no beta and this is kind of old lolz. Enjoy & give credits to the gif creators!

Popping your grape flavored gum, your eyes fly across the screen of the game you were currently engrossed in, hips swaying back and forth to KC & The Sunshine Band “Get Down Tonight”. You came to the Hot Spot bar often, checking the high score of space invaders. You were the top player of the famed game ever since Charlie installed it and he always made sure to tuck away tokens for you whenever you showed up.

It wasn’t your thing, playing video games. With the increase of working days and a higher demand for adult content, you were always looking to blow off steam that wasn’t sex related. You drunkenly stumbled upon the flashy box and were hooked.

“C’mon, you piece of shit, eat my dust!” you mutter, tongue poking out a bit as your concentration deepens. The colored aliens jump around, narrowly avoiding your blazing ray gun. You weren’t going down without a fight and with a quick flip of your wrist, the last three aliens on your screen were blasted to hell. The machine dings as NEW HIGH SCORE appears, prompting you to input your initials for the scoreboard. You continue to hum to the song, jerking the joystick around the alphabet to claim your rightful throne.

F.U.K

“Whew momma, I’d know those hips anywhere.”

You bite a smile as you finish your gaming session, tossing your purse back over your shoulder. Turning around, you come face to face with Doug Renetti. He holds up two shot glasses filled with brown liquor, shaking them a bit to entice you.

“You’re late.”

Doug laughs and it pings your heart. You hated how much you liked to hear his laughter.

“What can I say, I’m a busy guy.”

You permit the rugged looking man to escort you to a booth, sliding in across from him and accepting the drink.

“Too busy for me even? Wow!” you joke, signaling to the bartender for another round.

“Never too busy for my favorite girl.” Doug flashes you a smile, dazzling you with his pearly whites. You bite your lip and lean back against the plush seat.

“You go to work today?”

Doug nods, thanking the waitress for the new set of drinks. “Yeah. I, uh, actually got this new magazine in the works. It’s gonna be big, I can feel it.”

“So I heard.”

Doug raises an eyebrow, massaging his sharp nose. “Oh yeah? Tony keeping tabs on me now?”

You let out a nervous chuckle, rolling your eyes. Tony was always a sore subject of conversation. Your current boss, Tony Delgatto owned one of the biggest adult production companies in L.A. Tony and Doug started in the industry together but lines were crossed and the two went their separate ways. Tony and Doug both refuse to discuss what exactly happened between them and you knew better than to ask. Something about men with their dicks and egos.

“No, the porn industry is just very small. Word travels fast.” you shrug but Doug wasn’t buying it.

“How much did Bambi tell you?”

You giggle into your glass. “Everything.”

Doug groans. “She never stops talking, that Bambi.”

“We go to the same hair salon! What else are we supposed to talk about, the weather?”

“Yeah, that’d be nice for a change.”

You scoff. “Oh, geez, maybe next time I’ll lead off with a: Hi Bambi, how’s the weather today? Oh! It’s mid-70s? Again? Someone call the press!”

“Yeah, alright. I get it.”

A moment of silence passes by and you know exactly where this is going.

“The offer still stands-”

“Doug! Can we not do this today?”

Doug’s face softens, his normal joking demeanor changing into something serious. “You’re a goddamn sex symbol and instead of becoming a household name, you’re wasting potential by showing your ass on a calendar spread where February has thirty days in it!”

“Hey! Gertrude apologized for that and got new ones printed.”

Doug sighs. “What I’m saying is that I can take good care of ya and present you to the world in the right way. You need to be on magazine covers, video tapes, television, not that other shit.”

You clear your throat, gazing down at your hands in your lap. Doug was right. He tends to be, having done this for such a long time. Even as a high school dropout, Doug always felt that he was smarter than any test could prove. His business started off a tad rocky but once both of his feet were planted firmly on the ground, it took off. You always teased that he was hiding all his secrets in his hair.

“I know my worth,” you assert. “And I’ve been working with Tony for years, if I just up and left for his biggest competitor he’d blackball me before I even left the parking lot.”

Doug downs his drink. “Yeah….maybe.” He takes in your sullen expression. “I didn’t mean to make you upset, let me make it up to you.”

You give him a half smirk. “Oh yeah? And just how do you plan to do that, Douglas?”

The walls to the single stall squeal as you get fucked against it, holding onto Doug for dear life. You were happy that you decided to wear a dress for the occasion, forgoing the bright colored tights due to the warm weather. Your underwear was currently dangling off of your right foot, legs thrown across Doug’s arms.

“Now this,” Doug grunts, shifting his angle and hitting a deeper spot that made you cry out. “Is some grade-A pussy.”

You laugh breathlessly. “Don’t you fucking forget it, sweetheart.” you grab a handful of his hair, tugging on it hard to spur him on further.

The bass of the music playing seeps into the restroom, helping to conceal the moaning you were doing. Doug licks at your throat, analyzing your facial expressions. Even though you were a performer, he could tell from certain ticks that this wasn’t an act. Doug knew how to fuck you good and he was cocky about it. Some days he took it for granted but today he wanted to savor the moment, he wanted to make you unravel as many times as he possibly could.

Creeping over to the sink, Doug sets you down and flips you over, spreading your legs with his foot. He doesn’t warn you as he enters you again, slowing down his pace in order to catch his breath.

Your eyes meet in the mirror and you grin, eyes half open. He towers over you and tugs at the front of your dress, yanking it down enough to release your breasts. Doug kneads your tits, fingers pulling at your nipple. You whine, arching your back more.

“I’m a pretty girl, say it.”

Your eyes open all the way as you stare at Doug who doesn’t skip a beat.

“Say it or I swear to God I’ll stop.”

He thrust forward more harshly and you shuffle your feet around to accommodate him more.

“I’m-oh-I’m a-”

Doug smacks your ass. “Eyes on me when you say it.”

You force yourself to glance at Doug. “I’m a pretty girl.”

Doug nods. “Again.”

“I’m a pretty girl.”

He grabs your neck, pulling you up straight against his chest. “The prettiest fucking girl with the best pussy, ain’t that right.”

You mumble and whimper affirmations, losing yourself to an orgasm. “I’m comin’, Doug, please.”

“Uh huh, honey, I’m not done with you yet.”

Doug slips out and prompts you to sit on the sink, positioning himself in between your legs. You groan as he enters you again, your immense amount of wetness making it an easy process.

You surge forward kiss Doug, licking into his mouth. Your tongues fight for domination, Doug devouring all of your soft moans.

“You want my cum?”

Your head bobbles as you say yes.

“How much you want it?”

“Bad. I want you to cum so badly, Doug.”

Doug pumps his cock into you a few more times before he pulls out, snatching the condom off. He jerks his shaft, gasping as he spills his seed across your open legs.

He drops his head on your shoulder, arms locking around your hips. You take a hand and lace it through his hair, humming lowly as your body simmers down from its tiny spasms.

“Come work for me. Please.” he utters, pressing kisses to your bare shoulders.

“You know I don’t talk business with your dick out.”

Doug laughs softly, leaving one last kiss on your cheek before he makes himself decent. You adjust your dress, thanking Doug when he hands you your panties.

“Doug, you know I can’t work for you.”

Doug stares off into the distance, nodding to himself.

“Ok.”

The whole Tony excuse was played out. You could give a rats ass what Tony thought, you were fucking scared of Doug. You were head over heels for your oldest friend in the city who you sometimes had sex with. Ok, so you had sex a lot but it wasn’t like he was asking you for more and you were happy not to enter that unknown territory. You didn’t want people to think that you were fucking him for special privleges. You didn’t want to admit your true feelings. You didn’t want to get hurt. Not by anyone but definitely not him.

Doug goes to leave the restroom but stops himself, digging in his suit pocket. He produces a small velvet cloth bag, handing it to you.

You grab it, looking at him confused. “What’s this?”

He gestures for you to open it. You gasp openly, a hand flying to your mouth. Inside the bag was a silver starfish necklace. Simple and beautiful.

Doug takes the necklace from you, fastening it around your neck. He admires the charm, touching it gently. “Saw it and couldn’t stop thinking about how much you would like it. Happy birthday.”

Doug says nothing else as he leaves you alone in the bathroom, closing out his tab and exiting the bar.

Tony hadn’t said anything to you all day.

It was a tough business. Not the industry you’d thought you would be a part of when you first moved out west. You wanted to go to school for marine biology but your parents didn’t approve, saying that the money wasn’t there and you should do something more practical with your life. They agreed to let you go to L.A. but set a hard rule that they weren’t going to support you so you had to find a job while applying to schools.

Balancing rent, tuition, books, and other bills proved to be too much so you took up a call girl job when an older woman you came across in a bar one night told you that you were wasting your pretty over the phone.

“Film is where it’s hot, sweet cheeks.” she advised, handing you a business card for Tony. Doug offered to help but you turned him down, saying that phone sex was better because you didn’t want your image to be broadcasted everywhere.

You weren’t exactly sure when your beliefs changed but talking sexy over the phone wasn’t putting food on your table.

A Week Later.

You slip your sunglasses on top of your head, popping your gum noisily. You mosey up to the front desk of Bottom Dollar, smiling at the receptionist. The poor girl couldn’t get a word out before Bambi rushes past her, engulfing you in a tight hug.

“I knew you would show up!” Bambi steps back, grabbing your hand and dragging you through the office. “Doug was adamant that you were not going to come but I just kept telling him that you’d end up here and here you are! My horoscope said that good things come to those who wait.”

Bambi leads you into the photo area where Doug, Tina, and Richie were observing a new layout. They all turn when you enter with Bambi. Doug sits up straighter when he sees you, eyes zooming in on your neck.

The necklace was still there.

“Well would you look at what the cat brought in!” Bambi shrieks.

You wave, surveying the scene.

“You came.” Doug says, walking over to greet you with a hug. You hug him back, inhaling his familiar scent.

“I heard you were struggling to stay afloat so I figured I’d offer a helping hand.”

Doug chuckles and pulls you over to the table. “Oh really? Wonder where you heard that.” he side eyes Bambi.

Gazing at the boards on the table, you whip your head up to look at Doug. “Is this for me?”

Bambi holds up the layout for you to see it clearer. “I came up with the idea!”

“Well, that’s half true.” Doug points to the board. “With the new magazine we got coming, it’s all about the female gaze. Intellect. What a better way to gain knowledge than having your own fun fact spread! We would feature you in every other issue and we’d use the space to feature fun trivia and facts about the ocean. We could even give some proceeds to a sealife charity of your choice.”

Tears well up on your eyes as you gaze at Doug’s work. Setting down your purse, you shed off your jacket.

“Where do I stand?”

#Doug Renetti x fem!reader #Doug Renetti x you #Doug Renetti x reader #fic: starfish #cinewhore

24 notes · View notes

dirtydragonthoughts · 5 months

Text

Transformers Yuletide Literary Fest - Day 10

Welcome to the Transformers Yuletide Literary Fest! I’ll be recommending one or two fics every day until Christmas. Feel free to join in if you’d like (I’m using the tag #tylf2023 for this.) All fics are complete!

(If I can easily find a Tumblr account for the author I’ll tag them. If you know of an author who has a Tumblr account and I didn’t tag them, please let me know so I can add it! )

Fics in my recommendations will come in two different flavours: tangy and spicy. 😄 As always, curate your own online reading experience, and mind the tags if necessary for your own safety. ♥

Tangy

Title: Spec Ops Mission 98: Jazz's Interrogation at Soundwave's Pedes

Author: @kc-anathema

Rating: Teen (contains plug-n-play interfacing)

Wordcount: 195, 290

Summary: Surrounded by the torrid fiction of his fellow Autobots, Jazz uncovers a Decepticon plot hidden amidst their written fantasies. Can the Spec Ops commander turn this plot of high treason into a narrative…of love? OR Jazz is surrounded by a bunch of perverted writers, and wouldn't you know it, one of them is a Decepticon.

Why I love it: This story left me stunned... in a good way. I started reading it as a WIP because the premise sounded hilarious (hahaha, the bots and cons are writing RPF fanfic about each other, hahaha). But as the story went on, it turned into a LOT more. It became a story about love and trust, and forgiveness and boundaries, set against the backdrop of a brutal war. And then when it ended and we got the wrap-up of all the threads that we hadn't even known existed... Wow. This was an amazing story, and I will definitely read it again someday.

Spicy

Title: The Angel Breaker

Author: @altraviolet

Rating: Explicit

Wordcount: 62,452

Summary: Mysterious, deadly creatures descend on the population of Cybertron, spreading a disfiguring, brainwashing disease. The wealthy retreat underground while the rest try to survive a dangerous and disrupted aboveground society.

Years after suffering a great personal loss, Drift works for Flatline doing menial tasks. But when Flatline sends him to find someone who has done the impossible – survive an attack – Drift finds himself swept up in a continent-spanning plot. To save the Cybertron they love, Drift and his allies must find out what these creatures are, who made them, and if they can be stopped.

Why I love it: One thing that I've always loved about Altraviolet's work is the worldbuilding. (If you've been paying attention at all to my recommendations over the past 10 days, you'll know that I LOVE me some good worldbuilding. 😄) This story has a wonderful amount, specifically focused on geology and botany, and their relation to culture. BUT ALSO it has a gripping story that sits on top of all that worldbuilding, with a "rare trio" that I never would have thought of myself, but it really works well here. The author has an excellent way of making sure each character has their own voice, and motivations, and hopes and fears, and then wraps it all up in story that somehow wouldn't feel out of place in a Mythology of Cybertron collection.

#tylf2023

13 notes · View notes

tryslora · 4 months

Text

Self Help & Writing Advice

I don’t like self-help books. Which means I often don’t like writing advice books.

Which sucks because I really want to like both of them. I am positive there are things I could learn from them.

I understand that a lot of this is my own personal psychology. If I’m reading a book about how to fix a Thing (that I do, or lack, or whatever), then my handling of that Thing must be broken. Therefore, I am broken. And hearing about how I am doing something Wrong (and how I should be doing it instead) feels accusatory.

Yeah, I know. It’s not. I fully recognize that that is not the intention of the writers of these books.

But at the same time, it’s very easy to internalize case studies of bad practice as “well, if you do this, you are a bad person” and promptly fall into a guilt spiral. Or the “but I can’t do it right” spiral or the “but I tried it your way and it didn’t work” spiral.

Those are a lot of negative spirals, and I think I’ve been in all of them at one time or another. The most recent one I tried was talking about how to accept interruptions with grace because some things are more important than productivity. True! But at the same time, I look back on my own frustrations—and the clash between available time and the ability obtain focus in the first place—and how I handled them when my kids were small… and yep, there’s the spiral sucking me down.

The best way out of this is to push myself out of my comfort zone. To stop the reaction where I dig in my heels, yell “NO!” really loudly, like a toddler, and refuse to listen.

I try this, sometimes. Or at least, I do my damnedest to internalize the good advice. Especially where writing is concerned. But sometimes with writing advice, it feels very much like… if a writer doesn’t do things in the way people say, they’ll never make it.

So instead, I try to take what works.

I acknowledge that some of it isn’t for me. Write every day at the same time in the same place? Hah, yeah, no. My life is way too chaotic for that. For the last two weeks I’ve been trying to scrape together 30 minutes of focus a day, and sometimes that’s spread out over three 10 minute quickie sessions of getting information or doing something quickly. Jotting notes. Creating a space. Doing ten minutes of research. I’m working on the every day, but at the same time, I’m giving myself grace to recognize that it doesn’t always work that way.

Editing advice, and story structure advice, in particular kind of kill my brain. I’ve started planning some things, but doing analysis on my own work reminds me of being in high school. Sure, something might be symbolic, but it was probably my subconscious that came up with it, not something I planned consciously. And yes, analyzing that might be helpful, but I struggle to DO it, and again… spiral. Whoops.

Anyway. There was a point here.

The point is—not all advice is for everyone.

And that’s really important to learn. Figure out what helps you and what doesn’t. Figure out what triggers you into a spiral, and what helps lift you up to be more productive. Adapt. Adjust. Move forward.

Side note here, let me call out a couple of books that DID work for me (see, there are a few).

On the self-help side, I loved How to Keep House While Drowning: A Gentle Approach to Cleaning and Organizing by KC Davis. I probably liked it in part because it came from the point of view of depression and ADHD. I definitely liked it in part because it wrapped around things I already do, and expanded on those.

On the writing advice side, Steering the Craft by Ursula K. Le Guin was a good book. I didn’t do all the exercises (something else I struggle with—I am hunting for the perfect journal prompt book) but I very much enjoyed how she approached writing in her examples.

I’m still looking for good books. My frustration hasn’t stopped me from signing up for giveaways on Goodreads when I see something that sounds like it might work for my brain. It hasn’t stopped me from borrowing a book from the library based on a recommendation from a friend (and yes, I buy the ones that work for me).

I’m definitely interested in recommendations, too. As long as no one is insulted when something doesn’t work with my brain.

#blog post #self help advice #writing advice

10 notes · View notes

justapalspal · 6 months

Text

Got tagged by @yuusaris today for a “share a few paragraphs of your WIP” tag game thing and decided why not! I have writing WIPs! Why not share a few from fics that are currently in development!

Going to tag @millenniumringg @ninjam117 and anyone else who wants to with this one!!

Going to throw four chunks of WIPs under the cut with some basic context (which may include some spoilers, of course, for fics that I’ve already published parts of, i.e. Yami Bakura’s Got A Crush and Woodcarving!)

From Yami Bakura’s Got A Crush

(For those who haven’t read this one on ao3, Yami B’s decided he wants to ask Diva out and it becomes Ryou’s problem! In this segment, Ra (aka Yamima) and Ryou have gotten ahold of him and are trying to do damage control. Subject to possible reworking later, of course.)

“Oh, no, yeah, he was—he was so irresistible, Spirit, just doing nothing and—”

“That’s a shit plan,” the Spirit snapped.

“It is not a shit plan,” Ryou said.

Ra cracked his knuckles together. “Yeah, it’s really not. You either do that or I glue your hands together again, Spirit.”

“Jokes on you!” The Spirit grinned wildly, spreading his arms out wide. “I know Landlord doesn’t want to spend another day at the hospital getting me unglued!”

Shit. That had been one of their best recurring threats. Ryou winced, looking back at Ra—

—but Ra just stared the Spirit down.

“Being with Landlord’s made you soft,” the Spirit said, still grinning, “or have you forgotten that?”

Ra stared.

“Or have you forgotten that?” the Spirit asked again.

From Woodcarving

(Pal’s long un-updated Spirit vs Ryou in-the-midsts-of-canon fic. Ahh, Pre-Pandemic writing. With the way this was originally written, this was meant to be part of part two—but with the way things are getting re-planned now, I’m not sure how soon this is going to pop up.)

Host, the Spirit said, and then stopped. Ryou—

Ryou yanked the Ring off his neck so hard he was sure the rope would snap. But no, of course not. His hands were too damn weak. He yanked it over his head and plucked hair along the way and chucked it at the other side of the room behind him.

He spent ages heaving through the rush, the throb, the racing in him. Of course, when he went to reach for it again, the Ring was already around his neck.

I’m here, was all the Spirit said.

“Can’t you give me some privacy?” Ryou muttered.

You’re the one who wanted me here.

He didn’t. He did. Ryou clenched his eyes shut, hissing some—choked noise, high out his throat. “Would you just go?” He hated when his voice got this high, this out of his control and vivid— “This is your fault. All of it’s your fault. You’re breaking me and everything’s your fault.”

From Tentatively Titled The Pros and Cons of Pros at Cons

(Part love letter to the Convention Experience, part love letter to My Brain Cell Buds. Ryou and Yuugi are both trying to fix each other at an Anime/Gaming Convention. The girl group featured here are big fans of Battle City and, as they dub it, the KC Tournaments Lore (which most of Domino calls “The WWE of Dueling.”))

“Big fans of your work,” the girl said, and her friends nodded out of sync behind her.

“Oh yeah.”

“Oh, definitely.”

“Could you do the—” The third girl, if Yuugi remembered right, pointed at her own face with both hands. “—you know, the evil laugh?”

Bakura stared emptily at them. “The evil what?”

“The evil laugh?” she asked again.

“I could, uh, certainly try,” Bakura said, and then coughed and cleared his throat.

The girls leaned in. Bakura glared, and then smiled, and—

Yuugi almost found it spooky how well Bakura was able to mimic the Spirit of the Millennium Ring. His laughter hit home. The girls squealed and laughed and punched at the air and each other.

From a Currently Untitled Angstship Fic

(My second love letter to My Brain Cell Buds. This is meant to be a short snippet-of-life type where Malik accidentally almost runs Ryou over with his motorcycle and Ryou gets Deja Vu. This one’s still subject to reworking later on, as this is currently one of two or three snippets that actually exists, and Malik may or may not need some revision near the end.

At the moment, these two are on the motorcycle and Ryou’s having his Deja Vu.)

“Malik,” Ryou said. “You worked with the Spirit of the Millennium Ring.” But perhaps that was too blunt. Ryou backtracked, stumbling over his words. “Back during, ah, Battle—”

“Battle City, yes,” Malik said. “I did.”

Ryou held himself firm. “I want to know something.”

“What?”

“I feel weird when I’m on motorcycles with you.” Ryou lowered his arms, resting them on Malik’s waist. “And I know it’s not motorcycles. I’ve ridden with Honda before and felt fine. It’s just—”

“It’s just me,” Malik said.

Ryou winced. “Okay, maybe this sounds worse now that I’m saying it out loud.”

“I dragged you around injured and brainwashed on a motorcycle,” Malik said, as if what he was saying were nothing. “It’s probably just bad memories. You’ll get over it.”

Ryou stared at Malik’s earrings. “I’ll get over it.”

“I’m sorry. I’m also sorry,” Malik said, glancing back at him. He was waiting for something, and Ryou didn’t know—

Well, Ryou kind of knew what.

#ramble #behind the scenes #sprinkles confetti over my writing like yahoo wahoo it does exist gang!!#tag game

6 notes · View notes