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https-furina · 11 months

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okay okay so, since im already on the angst train and i want to hurt myself today, hear me out:

you and your lover are out doing wtv and you're ambushed and then, naturally, you guys fight the enemies right?

okay so you get hurt and youre losing a lot of blood and your lover realizes this and is completely heartbroken bc you dont have much time, the wound is deep

so um yeah the reader dies in their lover's arms basically, with albedo, heizou, kazuha, wanderer, xiao and kaeya

theres so many characters im curious abt so please take your time mwah

(ps: i will not pay anyone's therapy okay i need it myself, my condolaences for hurting you)

✎ i wasn't ready to say goodbye [various men - part one]

ft. albedo, aether, heizou, kazuha, wanderer, xiao & kaeya x fem!reader

content: do i need to say angst? i'm so sorry. major death + blood warnings. implied that reader can handle a weapon in most of them - unspecified if reader is a vision holder. hurt with absolutely no comfort. semi-spoilers for scaramouche/wanderer's story (end of the sumeru archon quests.)

notes: we added aether last second in the discord bc we summoned aki ( @kazumist - aly wanted you tagged ) some of them are awful and ooc i'm so sorry - officially managed this in just over 24 hours!

albedo treasures you more than he cares to admit verbally. it shows in all of his acts of love through physical means, lingering touches and making sure you're warm whenever you visit him on dragonspine. he hates you visiting him as much as he loves you - it's merely because it puts you in extreme danger every time. there's the temperatures, the wildlife, the lack of oxygen and of course, there's the monsters lurking around every corner of the inhabited mountain.

as the chief alchemist for the knights of favonius, there's always a warrant for albedo's life one way or another. the fatui are eager to stop his research - or steal it, maybe both.

there's a silence except for the howling winds that circle the snowy mountain. you're struggling to breathe, to get the sharp air into your lungs as you lowered your sword slowly. not far away, your boyfriend is finishing off the final fatui soldier, blood splattering onto his sleeve before he turns to face you. is it just you or does albedo look even more beautiful right now? you furrow your brows in confusion. albedo looks like he's seen a ghost, colour flushing from his face when he rushes forward. your knees give way under you and he barely manages to catch you in his arms, kneeling as he lets you lay against him. "bedo, love?" you mumble, unsure as to what's happening. you can hear the roar of your blood in your ears, your heart is beating whilst the adrenaline still pumps through your body. albedo hushes you softly, pupils dilated when he looks at your wound. "h-how do you feel?" his voice cracks when he asks the question, a gloved hand applying pressure to your side. you wince, the adrenaline is starting to fade and you feel faint. there's a cold sweat glistening on your forehead when you look down at where albedo's hand is, seeing the blood seep through your clothing. it's albedo's turn to watch your expression drop, your world starting to spin and mix together when the adrenaline is gone and you're aware of what happened. it feels as if there's a lump in your throat but when you try to cough it up, only blood spills in a small trickle out of your mouth. "love-" there's another cough, the blood is running down your jaw as albedo's hands start to shake. he has no means of saving you out here, you're nowhere near camp and he can't leave you here while he gets help, "i want to go home..." your voice is weak, trailing off and albedo isn't sure if he should let the tears brinking his ocean coloured eyes fall as your breaths become raspy. chapped lips open and close, trying to find the words to reply to you but all he can muster is a weak "we're going home, dear" when your chest ceases to rise again. his breathing is jagged, clutching you close to him as if you’ll disappear for good when he lets go.

aether clings to you like ivy to a brick building. you give him hope in this search for his twin sister - one he's beginning to think is failing, day by day. you reassure him, that bright smile and sparkling eyes setting him on the right path. he's certain he would have gave up ages ago if it wasn't for you. but aether realises that he is constantly in danger. you love to adventure with, crossing the rolling hills of mondstadt and gawking at the grand mountain peaks of liyue that pierce through clouds.

it was only so long before he faced the repercussions for so willingly letting you travel with him, tearing his hope away in the blink of an eye.

"a-aether?" your voice is wavering, aether is confused. you've been travelling with him for so long now, what could possibly have scared you about some hilichurls? but he turns to face you, blade at the ready - ready to protect you. his eyes fall on the arrow lodged in your chest, your eyes wide in fear as you stare at him in panic. it was already too late to protect you, he'd failed himself. aether drops the sword in his hand, paying no mind to how it clutters on the gravel below you both when he's rushing forward to ease you to the ground. you're stable - awake but for how long? you're in shock, it's going to fade and you'll succumb to the blood reddening your attire. aether swears lightly under his breath, unable to look you in the eyes out of pure guilt; this was his fault, he hadn't protected you. now not only had he lost his sister, he'd lost his partner too. "it hurts to breathe," you mumble, your eyelashes are fluttering gently. the sun behind aether is starting to burn at your eyes, "aether why are you crying?" the blond isn't even aware of the salty tears that glisten in the sunlight when they roll down his cheeks, dripping off his jaw and onto your shoulder where aether has laid your head onto his lap. it's comfortable, just as it always is. on days where you needed a break from walking, aether would often let you lay like this under a nearby tree. the thought makes aether choke out a sob. you smile sadly. "you can't leave me too," your hand cups his cheek, thumb weakly stroking at the tearstained skin when he hiccups, "no, this isn't fair." there isn't civilisation for days and he can't keep the arrow lodged in your chest nor does he have the means of stopping the blood if he pulls it out. aether is at a loss, unable to do anything while he watches the damage done to you internally take you from him beneath his own hands. "hey, you'll find her." you sound so certain, just as you always do and aether watches that positive spark die from your eyes when your breaths turn to rasps and he finds himself yelling at your body - at the sky, at anybody! he yells and yells, hoping someone listens to his cries for you to wake up. wake up, please.

heizou believes that of all the cases he's cracked, you're his favourite. he's read every line written into your skin as you age, the blemishes that litter your body and tell tales untold. you were his favourite mystery but now he had you like a stained glass window, beautiful and on display. although as a detective, heizou has destroyed many more lives than he is keen to admit. his suspects have families - lives, presumably before he has them in jail or worse, life sentence.

their families are hurt, angrily in denial that their own blood could commit such vile atrocities. heizou took something precious from them, what was stopping them from doing the same to him in an act of revenge?

heizou is more than used to his routine of coming home to you, being able to drown in the comfort of your arms after a long day of work. he's disturbed by the front door being open but albeit it's the peak of summer in inazuma, the humidity is drowning you, especially if you're not native to the islands. you're not quick to greet them when he steps in however, in fact he can't even see you. the house is untouched but the silence is deafening. "i'm home," heizou calls out, brows knitting together when he doesn't hear you chime his name back excitedly, "love?" the silence is killing heizou, it's unlike you at all but then he hears it, the meek sound of you calling his name out back. it sounds like you're in the bedroom and with a relieved smile, heizou finds himself heading to find you. but verdant eyes fall on the red smeared on the walls, staining the bedsheets and pooling around you. the relief is gone and his body is tense with dread as he drops the case files he'd been holding, quick to kneel with you and hug you close when you reach for him. "what happened?" his voice is panicked, he's barely breathing when he feels your blood soak through his clothes. he's searching you for your wound, shaking, "love, answer me." your chapped lips open but nothing seems to come out, you feel cold to the touch and all you can do is stare up at heizou. you knew the moment you was attacked that this was it for you but your biggest fear wasn't death, it was heizou. it was your witty detective, keen and full of intuition that he prides himself in; it was whether you'd see him one last time before your heart put in its final beat. heizou doesn't take your inability to speak lightly, letting out a flurry of curses that makes your brows furrow in distaste. you wasn't fond of him swearing when he got stressed but as you watch a tear fall down his cheek, you know you can't argue about his tongue anymore. he has every right to be mad when your bloody hand reaches up for him, the warm palm of his hand quick to grab your hand and coat his fingers. "i love you," you mumble, raspy and heizou is quick to shake his head - conserve your energy, "don't cry please." "you're not allowed to leave me," he chokes out, his lower lip tugged between his lips as his spare hand presses on your wound to try stop the bleeding. you wince but heizou doesn't lighten the pressure in fear, "i'll find who did this." your lips curl up at his words and heizou leans to press a kiss to your forehead, which is clammy and covered in a light sheen. by the time he pulls away, he's the only one left breathing in the room. heizou's shaking hands cup your cheeks, eyes darting around the room when he doesn't quite know what to do. he's used to this - the blood, the smell, the touch of a lifeless body but not when it's you. not when it's the love of his life. he wails in anguish, the taste in his mouth bitter when he swears revenge on whoever took you from him.

kazuha took his time warming up to you when you first met. you didn't blame him, you'd heard the tale of his late friend from captain beidou when you first came onboard the alcor. but your patience with him warmed his heart quicker than expected, leaving you inseparable as you travelled with the crew. even on land, kazuha was joined to your hip. he claimed he was there to protect you and that excuse expanded tenfold when you started dating.

he should have never taken his eyes off you, simply searching for firewood shouldn't have consequences like this.

when the last treasure hoarder falls limp to the dusty ground, kazuha finds himself enveloping you in his arms, eyes frantically scanning your face for signs of pain. you're unresponsive, eyelashes shut but your breathing is shallow while your body fights the unexpected blood loss. "fuck," he whispers, much out of his comfort zone when he's trying to find exactly where your wound is. your blood is staining his skin, getting under his nails where it'll haunt and remind him of what happened for weeks, "y/n? love?" your brows knit as if you can hear him but he's unsure if you're just reacting to the pain. your body is most likely in shock and kazuha is running out of time before the shock fades and you're left in excruciating pain until your last breath. the thought makes kazuha feel sick. he was gone for at least ten minutes, how did he lose you so quickly? he shouldn't have told you to stay at camp by yourself. you'd offered to go with him but kazuha trusted you'd be safe without him, even just for a few minutes. his face turns sour at his own thoughts. how foolish had he been to think you'd have been safe without him? "i-i love you," he stutters out, voice cracking as he presses a kiss to your head, burying his nose in your hair when he tries to blanket himself in your scent - begging to the archons that he'll wake up in bed, "come on, let's go back to the alcor, beidou will get help." he's speaking to you in the softest of tones, his voice hushed as to not disturb the silence of the countryside - or attract more unwanted attention. carefully, kazuha raises himself to his feet with you in his arms. he sees tomo in you for a moment, forcing himself to swallow when there's a suffocating lump in his throat. by the time kazuha has stumbled back to the alcor, beidou rushing over with her face void of colour, your heart is no longer thudding against your ribcage. kazuha will never again hear your heartbeat when he lays his head on your chest or feel your pulse in your wrist when he grabs hold of you.

wanderer figured it was foolish to fall in love after all he'd gone through. what was love when you've been betrayed so many times before? when the archons have so harshly ripped the ones you love away from you? he likes to scowl and shun the premise of love until he met you, an adventurer from the guild assisting in vahumana darshan commissions. you would stubbornly strike conversations up with him, following him as he walked away until he finally caved and would reply.

was it foolish to fall in love or rather was it foolish to place his fragile trust back in the hands of the archons?

his ears are ringing, was mawtiyima forest always this loud? no, it's not even loud - it's silent. the silence is buzzing in his ears, driving him insane as he watches you cough blood onto the dirt. you'd been tasked with clearing out the treasure hoarder camp within the glowing forest - but wanderer isn't stupid. to let you do that alone? he'd be a mad man. but now he isn't too sure if he should have tagged along. would it have hurt him less to find out you'd passed away out on a commission through the guild? or is it hurting less to watch as you splatter that precious red that you humans rely on all over the ground? wanderer finds himself barely able to utter a word. that's rare, he usually has something to say in that stark, rude tone he never explicitly dropped. it made him cold, it stopped people approaching and getting close. why didn't it work against you? "w-why are you looking at me like that?" you croak out, pupils dilated and staring at him in concern. he's as pale as the snow on dragonspine but the tip of his nose is a pink hue as tears well up and sting at his widened eyes. he's not crying, he refuses to cry - he puts it down to not having blinked for a while. so he blinks but you're still hunched over, impaled by a polearm before him. he finally moves forward, kneeling carefully to the side of you as you let out a choked sob, your hands gripping his cold ones tight in yours. he's confused, what did he do to deserve it this time? he didn't ask for this existence in the first place. cursing under his breath, his eyes land on your sword on the floor. it's worn, getting dull and wanderer questions if you was unable to protect yourself properly. no. he didn't protect you properly and the archons saw an opportunity, another jab at his curse of an existence. his eyes dart between you and the blade, then the polearm that isn't welcome where it is. you wince, hiccuping as you wail into the silence of mawtiyima forest. your vision is falling hazy in between the blur of your tears and you're struggling to keep your eyes on your boyfriend's familiar face. "no, no, no - don't go," wanderer panics. it's the first thing he's said since he offered to join you on this commission, "don't leave me, not you too." you let out a sad laugh, coughing blood once more as your breaths get shorter with every one you take. wanderer feels sick, the tears are falling down his cheeks and he can't deny them anymore. there's a last breath, raspy and suffocating before your body falls forward into his arms, limp like a doll. wanderer screams out into the night, hands clutching at the guild's uniform you would proudly wear. how many more times was he going to witness someone getting hastily robbed from him?

xiao keeps his distance, even as your beloved boyfriend that you struggle to be away from for extended periods. you were stubborn, believing he didn't have to succumb to his karma as an adeptus. no matter how much he would shuffle away, he could guarantee you would shuffle after him until he no longer moved away. you still gave him his space - you knew you could find him at wangshu inn.

or if you really needed him, in the midst of the night for a multitude of reasons, you could say his name.

there's a lump in xiao's throat, what the fuck happened? one moment he knows he hears your hurried screams of his name, there's a shrill panic in your tone and he's alert in seconds. he thought you was perhaps in danger but when golden eyes see how you're leaning back on a tree, blood soaking your shirt - and your blade, he realises the danger is gone. and in all of your stubbornness, you had defeated the danger alone but put your life on the line as a result. you smile at him weakly, his footsteps silent as he rushes over to your side. "i got it, don't worry, love." you sigh, tilting your head back on the bark. xiao scowls, you're losing consciousness from the blood now, it's starting to pool beneath you and run down the cracks of the bark behind you. this isn't a minor injury and yet you hadn't called for him sooner? "we need to get you out of here - morax- zhongli- he can help," he barely breathes in between his words, swallowing at the tight feeling in his throat when your eyes are closing, "keep your eyes open, please." his beg falls short of no one's ears other than his own and the stars above. xiao stops breathing himself, holding his breath when he hurries to press the pads of his fingers to your neck, your wrist, anywhere he can try find a pulse. but there's nothing, your body is still warm and xiao pulls you flush to his chest when tears begin to fall down his cheeks. "keep.. them open. please." he repeats in a whisper, nudging his nose against your head as he buries his face into your hair. he's begging in hushed whispers, words disappearing into the strands of your hair in silent prayers.

kaeya was the one who chased you first, lisa's darling library assistant. he'd never spent so much time in the library in his life, other than crepus' own library at the winery but he wasn't much fond of that collection. he isn't much fond of the knights' collection either, reading the same book every day. jean occasionally entrusts you to handle matters in the valleys of mondstadt, to which kaeya is quick to always interfere and say that he'll go with you.

history will always repeat itself until the lesson is learned and an innocent soul has to face the reality.

thunder booms over head, followed by a distant crack of lightning that illuminates the dark sky above mondstadt. kaeya is stood, motionless as he looks at you. his eyes are distant, there's a vacant look about him when the blood is running down your bare legs and mixing with the rain. you're both soaked but your clothes are staining red where a mitachurl's axe caught you in the side. the blood is coming quick and heavy, there isn't time for kaeya to get you back to the city. this scene is familiar when you fall to your knees in the mud, hands holding at your side for pressure. suddenly, your hair is a bright shade of red. is kaeya about to stand and do nothing for a second time, when history is repeating himself right in front of his very own eyes? he swallows but it's difficult, rushing to your side. you're losing consciousness but your eyes are scanning his face. the sun kissed skin, the worn leather eyepatch and his messy blue ponytail that now looks like waterfalls cascading around his face. you smile at the thought. you should visit the waterfalls of mondstadt when the weather picks up so you can gawk at them. "baby?" it comes out of his mouth, barely audible above the rain, "say something - are you okay?" you almost throw back a playful retort but your vision is darkening around the edges and you're grasping to what sight you have left to look at kaeya. your vision blurs when tears threaten to spill - are you scared? you open your mouth to speak but nothing comes out. kaeya's gloved hands cup your face, pressing his forehead against yours. "stay with me, love, i can't lose you," kaeya's frantic and his words are jumbling when he panics, "we'll stop the bleeding and take you to sister barbara-" kaeya pauses when he notices you haven't blinked despite the rain falling onto your face when he pulls his forehead away. there's a distant look in your eyes, the light has faded and he can't feel the hot, struggled breaths you was taking against his skin anymore. a flurry of angered swears leave his lips and he's careful when he carries you bridal style to the dawn winery. it's the first place he thinks to take you, back to his brother who can't bear to see kaeya stood in the rain again with blood drenching his clothes from the long walk to the winery's front door.

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gentlebeardsbarngrill · 24 days

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05/02/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; Cast & Crew Sightings; Taika Waititi; Claudia O'Doherty; Dominic Burgess; Eliza Cossio; Erroll Shand; Watch Party Reminders; Fan Spotlight: Cast Cards; OFMD Colouring Pages; Stede & Ed (Calvin & Hobbes); MerMay Prompts/submissions; Love Notes; Daily Darby / Tonight's Taika;

= Cast & Crew Sightings =

= Taika Waititi =

Taika is in NYC with Rita for more TypeBea launches! Additionally, the Met Gala happens to be on May 6th, will they be showing up again this year?

Img Src: Rita Ora's IG Storys

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= Claudia O'Doherty =

Our dear Mary, Claudia O'Doherty has peeked her head out again! This time with cooking suggestions and a podcast! Check her out on the latest episode of @douboyspodcast. Listen here

= Erroll Shand =

Just Erroll in a priests outfit with the song "Reflections" by Diana Ross & The Supremes.

Img Src: Erroll's IG Story

= Dominic Burgess =

Dominic got to slay on Palm Royale this week! Check out that suit! Bonus --Once again, I am a sucker for cat content, any cast member that shows their pets I'm posting it. Check out these adorable babies of our dear Jeffrey Fetterling.

Img Src: Dominic Burgess' Twitter

== Eliza Cossio ==

One of our dear writers, Eliza Cossio just so happens to have co-written a spin off of Felicity called "Felicity In Space". It's available on her Instagram here: tinyurl.com/FELICITYINSPACE

Img Src: Eliza's IG

== Watch Party Reminders ==

Palm Royale picks back up May 9 via @LCWebsXOXO with the lovely @/dominicburgess approx. 4pm EDT/9pm BST/1pm PST!

= Wrecked =

Last 2 episodes of Season 1 is on the docket for tomorrow! Don't have access? Reach out to me on @gentlebeardsbarngrill on tumblr, or @aspirantabby42 on twitter.

Days: Apr 29 - May 3

Times: 3:30 pm PT / 6:30 pm ET / 11:30 pm BST

== Fan Spotlight ==

= Cast Cards =

Tonight is non other than Josie Whittlesey, aka Hellkat Maggie, and the reason we have OFMD in the first place! Thank you so much @melvisik for spotlighting her!

Img Src: @melvisik's Twitter

= OFMD Colouring Pages =

More colouring pages by @patchworkpiratebear! And it fits with the MerMay Theme! I would love to print out a whole books worth of these once they're done!

Img Src: @patchworkpiratebear's Tumblr

= Stede & Ed (Calvin & Hobbes) =

A new fan spotlight tonight features our very own darling @blakbonnet! She's been making these awesome Calvin/Hobbes redraws with Stede and Ed for a while now, and she was kind enough to let me share them with you in the recaps! If you haven't seen them already, please check them out on her blog! Theres's so many to catch up on so we'll be seeing more each day for a bit!

Src: @blakbonnet's Tumblr

== Mer May Prompts ==

There's prompts going on every day from the @saveofmdcrewmates and @bizarrelittlemew's MerMay Bingo and it's taking me a bit to get permission to share, but I'll share when if/when I can! A few of our crewmates are going strong with the themes!

= Spanish Jackiez =

Our talented @erostheartist had this submission for Mermay Day 1. I love the idea of The Swede as a merman <3 Visit them on their blog for more artwork!

= Plunder =

Today's SaveOFMD MerMay Day 2 prompt was "Plunder" -- and as always, @blueberreads never ceases to amaze with the awesome pixel art they make! The very important plant booty even makes an appearance-- and that tailcoat swoosh! I love it! For more pixel art awesomeness, please follow them on their blog!

In addition, @erostheartist had some gorgeous ideas on Plunder with Izzy Hands and jewelry, check out their post here to learn more about this piece.

== Love Notes ==

Hey lovelies! It's finally Friday tomorrow! I hope you all are finally going to get some rest and relaxation this weekend. We could all use some! I'm gonna go into a bit of a heavier topic tonight, so if you don't have the spoons please don't worry about reading it right now (or ever). I've noticed a big rift going on in the fandom. Whether its on twitter, or tumblr, there's definitely a lot of contention between various groups of fans. I'm sorry if that's stressing you out-- I know it can be really hard to see that kind of thing, especially when we put the time and effort into putting ourselves out there and trying to find a safe space ship we can belong to. Obviously I can't speak to the entire fandom, but the way I've been trying to process what's going on is I think we're running into some Post Cancellation-Fatigue/Aggression. When we were getting regular content from the show, or we were fighting to get the show back more, even if there were some differences between parts of the fandom, it still felt at least somewhat cohesive with some random outliers. That mutual fight for the show isn't as strong now, and the only content we get is BTS from Samba or some of the other lovely crewmembers, and I think it's starting to weigh pretty heavily on people. Sure, there's always been some contention, but a lot of folks have expressed that it's felt a lot stronger the last few days and I have to agree. Have you ever seen those cat videos where there are three cats -- two are focused on one another, and then another cat sneaks up from behind and scares one of them, and then the startled cat starts fighting the other one that wasn't involved? That's what your behavioural specialists would call "misplaced aggression". Same with if your two cats are fighting, and then you try to interrupt, and they scratch you--it's not caused by you but that aggression gets directed at you. That's kinda how it's feeling right now. There's something bugging all of us on some level (and its not all the same thing) and that's translating into frustration, and being modern times we can express those frustrations online-- and maybe not worded in the best way, and suddenly we've got this huge blow up of contention between groups. Now, I may be misreading it, but I've seen this happen in a few other fandoms post cancellations, and it feels similar.

How do we navigate that kind of change? Well, it's not easy. Fandoms are supposed to be fun. They're supposed to be a relief from stress and help us escape the crazy shit going on in this world.

You're allowed to want to just relax and have fun. You're allowed to love your blorbos, and your pairings, whether they follow canon or not ( just like anything in life, don't force them on others if they don't want them). You're allowed to have fun and learn new things and enjoy all of the wonderful things that happen in the show, as well as how many positive things have happened from it's existence.

That being said, you don't owe anyone your energy and mental health-- so if you're not feeling great about a particular group, or chat, or server, or whatever you're in, remember to be kind to yourself and prioritise your happiness. There's a reason there are block buttons on most social media-- not everyone gets along, and you shouldn't have to sacrifice your peace for the sake of other people's frustrations.

There are going to be groups that feel extremely strong one way or the other, and they're going to want you to pick a side. If you find that you identify more with one side, and you feel comfortable and accepted with them, then by all means, find your new safe space ship! If you don't want to pick a side, if you just want to love your blorbos and listen to all the different fun meta going on-- that's okay too! Look for people who share that same ideal-- and aren't as worried about one way or the other.

Hell, if you're enjoying the hell out of all the crazyness going on-- then that's fine too you bringer of chaos, you do you <3. I will repeat this lovelies-- this is supposed to be fun. It's supposed to be an escape, not an added stressor.

Do you need a few days away from the internet? Go nuts! Go outside, lay in the grass, drink your favorite drink and eat your favorite snack. The internet will be here when you get back. This show that brought us all together is about love, kindness, acceptance, learning, growing, making mistakes, forgiveness, support from our friends and family, redemption, and breaking the paradigms that society wants so badly to hold us down with. Those are the things we need to remember and cherish. This show taught us that there are very few situations that are irredeemable with effort, if people are willing to try. It taught us that where we are now doesn't have to be where are in a day, or a month, or a year, or 10 years and nothing is set in stone. We can change our own circumstances if we need to. It's perfectly reasonable to be upset that our safe space ship is having some troubles right now, and I feel it just like everyone else, so I get it. But-- just like the show tells us, nothing stays the same forever, and things can get better. Things can mend. Fandoms can mend, friendships can mend, relationships can mend. Or they can be severed and allow for those involved to move on. Whatever YOU need to do for your peace is okay and valid (we just ask that its not purposefully causing harm to others). You're allowed to prioritise yourself and your happiness.

If you need to talk, or vent, reach out to like-minded crewmates (you're welcome to message me but I may be slow due to work stuff, but I'm happy to listen and talk when I can!)

No matter where you are, no matter how you're feeling, you are loved.

You are doing your best, and you will get through these harder times. Remember to be kind if you can, and give yourself grace too.

Sleep well lovelies, I hope tomorrow is easier for you <3

== Daily Darby / Tonight's Taika ==

Tonight's theme is "silly", because we all need a little sillyness in our lives.

Gifs courtesy of the stupendous @ofmd-ann and marvelous @darkinerry <3

#daily ofmd recap #daily ofmd recaps #ofmd daily recaps #ofmd daily recap #taika waititi\#dominic burgess #eliza cossio #felicity in space #erroll shand #claudia o'doherty #ofmd mermay 2024 #ofmd mermay

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royboyfanpage · 2 months

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Hello, please don't take this the wrong way but when I first started getting into comics I really disliked Ollie for how he treated/reacted to Roy and the whole drug thing but many years and more experience later (I know the characters a bit better now and stopped reading bad takes on tumblr) I'm realising that theres a lot more nuance and apparently they've got a really close relationship these days?? So I was just wondering if you might be able to explain that to me because I'd love to get into more arrow stuff (honestly mostly fanficton because lbr comics are crazy confusing and expensive) but I'm struggling to shake the assumptions I made about Ollies character when I was younger

Hi anon! Thank you soooo much for this ask, I've been looking forward to answering it for hours and now I finally have the time. Ollie's one of my favourite fictional archers, and I adore talking about him at any opportunity because he is SUCH a nuanced character. So here's-

Why Oliver Queen Doesn't Suck

Mandatory disclaimer that this is my own opinions, other people may have different interpretations which is totally fine! Ollie's been around for over 80 years, there's a lot of content to read and a lot of conflicting characterisations, so other people may see him differently than me. Also disclaimer that much of this was written from memory. I fact-checked the date of Nixon's declaration of the War on Drugs and the Denny O'Neil quote, but the rest of this was from memory. Apologies for any innaccuracies, both for comics and context.

Now that that's out of the way, lets talk Snowbirds.

In order to discuss Snowbirds Don't Fly, one of the most important things to factor in is context. I understand it can be difficult to see through the historical lense of a time period in which the majority of people on this website, myself included, were not even born let alone reading comic books. However, it's still crucially vital to discuss what was going on in the real world at the time of its publication in order to engage in a rich discussion of the comic. Snowbirds was published the year that the War on Drugs officially began following Nixon's declaration of drugs as "public enemy number one" on June 17th 1971, just under two months before the release of Snowbirds part 1 in August of that year. At the time, drug addiction was very much seen as a moral failing, and the war on drugs focused heavily on the incarceration of drug users (particularly ones that the US Government wanted an excuse to lock away such as people of colour and pacifists against the war in Vietnam, but that's not relevant to Snowbirds.) While Snowbirds was absolutely not a perfect comic, it was created to show a more humanising side of addicts than the usual demonisation seen on the news. In the words of writer Denny O'Neil, “we chose Roy [...] to show that addiction was not limited to 'bad' or 'misguided' kids.” It was created to show that addiction was not a moral failing, and that anyone could fall into it due to circumstances, even someone we've already accepted as 'one of the good guys' for the past 30 years. Roy was used as the symbol of a good kid who made a bad mistake in order to humanise real young people who'd gone through similar circumstances. And where there's a kid, there's a parent, which is where Ollie came in.

Now, I very strongly believe that Ollie was not written to be the bad guy of Snowbirds. Not only was he also an established 'good guy', but he was a symbolic stand-in for much of America at that time, including the people who would be reading it. And, while Green Arrow is very much a character who brings with him a lot of strong political takes, villainising their readerbase would be a step too far. Ollie was a stand-in for the concerned and ill-informed parent, a character who's consumed all the anti-addict propaganda being spread at the time and internalised it. That's why the fact that it was his own ward struggling with addiction was so poignant to the story. Ollie was forced to re-evaluate his worldview after seeing someone who he knows isn't what the media says addicts are struggling with addiction. Snowbirds has such an interesting character arc for Ollie, seeing him struggle to combine the ideas of what he's heard and what he's actively seeing in his mind.

Now, the most infamous part of Snowbirds is, obviously, the slap. Full disclaimer, I am not saying that Ollie is in the right for that. He was 100% undeniably in the wrong for how he responded to Roy's addiction. However, I think a key component of comic books that people tend to ignore is the component of marketing. The writers wanted this comic to sell. It was a very important story for the time, and with the amount of comics being released it was crucial to them that people actually found the comic and read it, especially since it was one of the first comics released outside of the strict rules of the Comics Code. And what would catch readers' eyes more than seeing a superhero hitting his sidekick whilst said sidekick is surrounded by drugs? I'm not trying to discredit the panel, it was obviously a very significant part of the story, but there were external factors at play too.

A lot of the development of Roy and Ollie's relationship is seen in comics released post-Snowbirds, but even in the comic itself there's clear development, particularly at the end. Snowbirds Don't Fly is a character arc for Ollie of him adjusting his worldview in order to grow and better himself after recognising his own biases. And people tend to forget that Snowbirds ends with Roy hitting Ollie back, and what does Ollie do? He listens. He lets Roy get his frustrations out, and listens to Roy's perspective, and he's proud of him by the end of it, proud of the young man he is.

Okay, now that we've gotten Snowbirds out of the way, let's talk about-

Post-Snowbirds

There's a common misconception that Roy and Ollie having a close relationship is a recent development, which just isn't true. While it could've absolutely been explored in more detail, it's clear that Roy and Ollie reconciled post-Snowbirds. The earliest example that comes to mind is 1993's Green Arrow vol 2 #75, wherein Ollie and Roy refer to each other as father and son.

Keep in mind that this was written by Grell who is, at least in my opinion, one of the best references for Ollie. While they did have some issues in the later issues of the run preceding Ollie's death (the causes of the conflict I'm unsure of, they were on rocky terms during Connor's introduction but I don't know why, if anyone has context for that please let me know but that could've just been a choice Dixon made), it's clear to see that Snowbirds was not something that permenantly damaged their relationship. Ollie put in the effort following his actions, to better himself both as a father and as a person, and Roy recognised that and forgave him. Parent/child relationships are hard anyway, let alone under the circumstances Roy and Ollie are under as heroes, and the fact that Ollie actually recognised his own flaws is far more than many parents do.

If we go later, we can see Roy talking fondly about Ollie whilst Ollie was dead in Titans (1999), fondly recalling memories with him from his youth, as well as keeping a photograph of him on his wall.

While Roy does recognise that things with Ollie weren't always perfect, he does also acknowledge the good times between him and Ollie, and it's clear from the way he speaks that he holds a lot of love for him.

Later still, when Ollie returns from the dead, the duo reunite with fondness

One thing particularly that stands out to me is that, at this point, Ollie was missing many of his memories and Snowbirds was still fresh in his mind, with him bringing up Roy's addiction multiple times throughout Quiver as if it happened within at most the span of two years. Despite this, he still embraces Roy and treats him with love, making it clear that Ollie loved Roy even near to the Snowbirds era. There are more instances I could go into in Green Arrow (2001), but I'm running out of free time, so I'd highly recommend reading it :)

Aaaand later still, Ollie openly admits to having fucked up with Roy during Snowbirds.

He admits his failings, and demonstrates that he's got Roy's best interests at heart. He's not being selfish, he's letting Roy have his moment in his initiation as Red Arrow and staying in the background because he believes that's what's best for Roy. And-

He openly states that he loves Roy.

There's more in the current continuity I could reference, but I don't have the time to go through them right now and I'm definitely more familiar with content pre-52 (particularly 1994-2004 is the ten years I'd say I know the best), so hopefully this is enough.

Roy and Ollie's relationship isn't perfect. It has clear ups and downs, which is what makes them so interesting! Oliver Queen is a very loving, yet very flawed man, and to go either way of "evil abuser" or "perfect father" discredits who he is.

Anyway, your faves don't have to be unproblematic to love them. Ollie has a really compelling character arc during and after Snowbirds, and I like him a lot :)

For further reading, check out my masterlist on my pinned post, particularly Oliver Queen's B- Parenting, Snowbirds (1), and Snowbirds (2)

Edit: In the original version of this post, I incorrectly credited Mike Grell for the introduction of Ollie's socialism and giving away his money. While Grell did expand the concept, it was first developed by O'Neil. My apologies for the misinformation.

#tw drugs #roy harper #speedy #arsenal #red arrow #green arrow #oliver queen #snowbirds don't fly #thank you for the ask anon!!!#i will get to your second ask asap #fun fact the only panel i screenshotted specifically for this post was the quiver reunion #the rest were already in my gallery

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hazshit-hotel-hater · 2 months

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100 FOLLOWER!??!?!

Through the grapevine, through the phone line.

HOLY SHIT!!!! 100 FOLLOWER!!!!!!!!!!! I was not expecting to hit that in like.. a little over a month, that is genuinely insane. Thank you so much for following my hate filled journey 🎉

This art was for my friend because they’ve converted me into a voxelette enjoyer so this is their fault btw/j

The Analysis on this one won’t be too long because I don’t think many people are as nuts about longform content as I am so lets see how normal I can be

First of all, I wanted to give Velvette her natural hair and have fun with puffs and braids and twists and stuff instead of just straightening it and putting it in ponytails. She actually went through 5 hairstyles before I landed on this one and I’m fully convinced she’s responsible for making this art take 9 hours but its okay because shes cute ^w^ also I have made her into a silicone BJD doll with plastic hands for better posability and a little hole for holding accessories and stuff like how G5 LPS did. The lighter strands of hair are also supposed to look a little bit like yarn because I think I was subconsciously thinking about Lala Loopsies and it led to the button eyes and all that. Her shirt was based off Fluttershy’s colours and that is 1 because they look good and 2 my friend likes fluttershy. The stitches in silicone also might not make sense to some but to that i say. uh go look up a suture pad

Here is her little Colour analysis 🩷

Now for Vox (and technically still Velvette), his colour scheme is mostly purple actually, the blue light turns a lot of it .. well. Blue. So you cant see it much but im not lying I promise. I feel like Vox is very insecure but still being prideful at the same time while Vevlette is more sure of herself, hence the significantly less amount of blue. The only blue accents on her are her beads, eyeshadow and scrunchies and the “sloth” aspect of that is mostly just how little she cares about others opinions which kind if intern turns back to pride. Meanwhile Vox has a lot more blue, not because he doesn’t work hard, but the methods in which he does things. His employees do a LOT of managing and he doesn’t have to do much for marketing because yknow. brainwashing. It also correlates to his personal grudges and grievances getting in the way of his work like how he had a public meltdown over Alastor. His body is blue but his purple suit covers it, ie masking insecurity with self assurance. People wear clothes, Im very smart I know you can hold the applause./j Hes also buffer because where the hell else is all the wiring gonna go

Here is Vox’s colour chart (note the use of bisexual flag colours/j/j)

It’s kind of obvious but their eyes are both yellow in sections because capitalism and all that. Also I thought making Vox’s eye change into the screen recording symbol was clever because yea he is watching everything and also he is technically recording visuals into his brain and processing them so !

I didn’t know where to squeeze this in but theres a very faint tint of green in his screenlight for the envy aspect so do with that what you will. Oh and his buttons are little outlet plugs :3c

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yoonsdoll · 8 months

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[ 19 : 53 ] - lsm

content : bf!dk x gn!reader ; fluff , comfort , drabble ; 0.6k words warnings : pet names (dk uses the term 'sweetheart') - you and seokmin come back from a date, just to spend more time together an : this was a little rushed but i wanted to write about boyfriend dk lols

[ 19 : 53 ]

‘seokmin, you should have let me pay this time’ you huffed as you walked into the dark lit house, seokmin right behind you, admiring the way you relax as soon as you step into the small home you both found just a few months prior.

‘you know ill never let you pay as long as im with you’ he chuckled sweetly in response, taking off his shoes and coat, placing them neatly at the entrance as he knew how much you hated the sight of a mess; especially in the morning once you woke up, ruining your mood. you both just returned from a (dinner) date, one that he promises you every week, a day where nothing gets in the way between you two. a day where you swear all your stress can go away for a moment and a day where he gets to treat you to as many things you'd like just to see the smile on your face - which he claims to be his favourite sight. ‘are you tired?’ he softly asks as he walks towards the kitchen, ‘i was thinking… lets have a movie night?’ you were a little tired, but theres no way you would ever miss a movie night with your boyfriend, especially when you knew it would just end up with you falling asleep in his arms, and him falling asleep not long after you too. you nodded to the request as your cheeks tinted a light pink colour just thinking about it all, about him. you never knew how you got so lucky to get a boyfriend like seokmin, one who listens to all your needs and struggles and doesnt expect anything in return (but of course, you provide the same comfort to him), a boyfriend that reminds you how much you mean to him, leaving no space for any worries that you may ever have. and he thought the same about you too, he waited for nights like these to snuggle up close to you, to hold you in his arms and whisper sweet nothings into your ear, melting his own hardships away. the fact you were now his, absolutely blew him away considering he was nervously asking his best friends, seungkwan and soonyoung, how to ask you out, all just under a year ago. before you knew it, seokmin was already sitting on the couch with you, putting on a movie on netflix and passing you the bowl full of salted popcorn, holding a cup of tea that he was waiting to give you. you ended up ‘watching’ the truman show, mostly paying attention to seokmin, how he looked at you so dearly and the way his smile lines showed so prominently when he smiled looking at you.

‘i love you so much’ you slipped out suddenly as you looked at him, his attention on the tv breaking to look at you. you always managed to make his cheeks a little redder, even from a few words that you tell each other everyday. it was silly, the way you were dating for months now but you still managed to make him feel like that. it felt like he could never get bored of your pretty face or your tired voice in the mornings, never get bored of moments like these, never get bored of you. he opened up his arms for you to rest in, his heart practically overflowing with happiness.

‘i love you so much more sweetheart’

#seventeen fanfic #dokyeom #seokmin fluff #lee seokmin #seokmin x reader #svt seokmin #dk #seventeen #svt dk #dk x reader #dokyeom x reader #seventeen fluff #drabble #fluff #comfort #yoonsdoll #laura : drabbles !#laura : writing !

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hey honey can you make headcanons about dating joseph morgan😍

@klaustopia love u and your mood boards ^^

Dating Joseph Morgan:

Joseph is a kind loving person, he wants you to know how much he loves you all of the time.

This is often shown from him spending as much time with you as possible. He helps you cook and clean, always trying to be helpful to you.

He'll ask you to help him learn his lines (if you're an actor too then he's even more eager)

He wants you to feel part his life even when he's pretending to be someone else. You get to come with him and watch him shoot scenes, if he has to kiss anybody else on set then he’s sure to make it up to you.

You don’t get mad at him for having to kiss other people, it’s part of the job after all but often he’ll feel bad about it and will be sure to make love to you later that day, showing you that he’s yours no matter what.

He also makes sure to take you on dates as much as possible. You have to travel around quite a bit for his job and so he makes sure you get the full experience of each place you visit.

He loves to bring you to the beaches, his arm round your waist as you stand before the sea, the sun low in the sky as you watch it disappear.

You have a collection of bikinis though he insists you buy a new one each time. He’ll go as far to buy shorts that consist of the same colour to see you smile at his coordination

Being a star in his own show comes with a large pay check and he loves to spend it on you, even if you tell him to keep it for himself he always gets you something to say thank you for always being with him.

He knows that with a fan base also comes with hate and unfortunately you may become a victim of it, he always feels awful even if you aren’t bothered. You love him unconditionally and toxic fans won’t stop that.

He’ll post you both together on his socials from time to time to make sure people know he’s still very much in love and he coaxes you to sit with him on his lives to show you off

Joseph knows how much you love his hair and will grow his curls out for you to play with. It becomes common for you to cut his hair instead of a professional, he prefers you to do it how you like it.

We also know Joseph is a dog person, your puppy dog is now your child. You both adore your pets and treat them like your babies.

Speaking of babies…

Jospeh is very happy to have kids with you if that’s something you want. He loves the idea of you being a mother, to have a baby that you created together.

If you don’t want kids thats fine too, he’s happy with you and he doesn’t need more, he’s content knowing that theres no worry of the child having to be hidden from cameras and fans.

He always has to keep you close to make sure he knows your safe and not being harassed. He loves when he meets fans who also adore you, glad that there are good people put there who are happy for him regardless.

You get to know that other cast members and you all go out from time to time for meals and such

Joseph loves to splash his cash and take you out on an expensive dinner every now and then to make sure the romance never dies.

He’s definitely someone who would cover the bedroom in candles, rose petals on the bed and he’s led across it with a a rose in his mouth making you giggle before joining him for a long, pleasurable night.

He’s a PDA guy and I don’t want to be convinced otherwise. He always wants to hold your hand or have him arm around your waist, kisses to your face and long hugs when he has to leave for a few hours.

Living with him is a dream and he never fails to keep your spirits up. On the days you are a little down and tired of the world he’s always there to hold you, he’s your biggest supporter and loves you to the ends of the earth

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Anonymous Asks: "since theres that hc about jean being ian's dad, all i can think about is like. a staceys dad type scenario with mc and jean. u get invited over to study for a college exam, but instead of hanging out with ian, u end up getting fucked by his dad. ian is in shambles"

Content: rough sex, risk of getting caught, biting, creampie, degradation, humiliation, mentions of cuckolding, manipulation

“It’s nothing much, but… ta-dah?” Ian gives a halfhearted smile and gestures to the mansion behind him.

“Nothing much…?” Sure, he’s probably comparing it to his mother’s mansion which is only slightly smaller than this one, but still. “What the fuck is wrong with you, dude?”

Ian chuckles nervously, ushering you in through the massive door. He’s somewhat soothed by your gleeful laughter as you glance around with wide eyes. Light, airy, full of windows letting in natural light. There’s two curved staircases on either side of the entrance and a chandelier hanging just past the bannister. It’s fancy fancy. Some real rich people shit. Even stepping inside feels… wrong. Like you’re lowering the value of it somehow. Not that you care, given all the shit Ian’s told you about his parents.

Ian shows you where to put your shoes before all but dragging you off to the dining room. He stammers through some sort of apology about not bringing you into his room. Something about it being a mess and not having enough desk space for both of you? Either way, there’s no question about whether or not there’ll be enough space at the massive dining table.

It’s not long before the table is covered in scattered notes, textbooks, and both of your laptops. You study mostly in silence, Ian listening to music to help him focus. Every so often you’ll cross reference each other’s notes. Ian’s are written out so neatly, colour coded and highlighted beautifully. It’s… impressive and infuriating when you compare it to your messy collection of disjointed notes. You’ve never understood how he could be so good at notetaking. Though… knowing his mother, you doubt she’d accept anything less.

His mother is… a piece of work. You’ve known her for most of your life. His father, however, you’ve only heard about in passing. Nothing good. Ian tries to avoid speaking of him entirely. He gets weirdly nervous when you ask about him, and changes the subject real quick. It's like he doesn't want anyone knowing he has a dad. In fact, Ian had mentioned before inviting you over that he hoped his father would sleep through the whole visit. Not a glowing review, by any means.

“Hey, I’m gonna go grab some water, okay?” You point in the direction you hope the kitchen is in, sliding out of your chair.

“Are you just looking for an excuse to snoop around my dad’s house?” Ian sighs, takes out an earbud, and levels you with a disapproving stare.

You shrug and grin. “Can you blame me? This place is huge!”

“But… but we’re meant to be studying!”

“Oh come on. We’ve been at it for hours now, can’t I take a little teensy break?” You give him your best puppy eyes, and he cracks.

“Fine. The kitchen’s through there.” He points behind himself, the opposite direction to where you’d been planning to go. “Just… avoid my dad. Please.”

You give a mock salute as he puts his earbud back in. You haven’t heard a single sound from the rest of the house anyway. You’re half convinced his dad isn’t even home. Ian had mentioned something once about him being an actor. Surely he has some sort of filming to do or something? Either way, you feel pretty confident in snooping around the house.

There isn’t actually much between you and the kitchen. Two sets of glass doors that you casually throw open, one leading from the dining room into a short hallway, and the other leading from the hallway into the kitchen. There’s a clear view from one room to the other, and you feel a little better knowing that Ian is still in sight. A quick peek down the hallway on either side only reveals more doors and windows. Rich people really seem to love their doors and windows.

You’re drawn into the kitchen by shining marble counters and stainless steel appliances that make you feel like you should be cooking a lavish meal. Crystalline glassware and neat ceramics fill the open shelves. The whole room is lit by soft white lights and the same generous helping of sunlight as the rest of the house. It’s beautiful. They even have one of those fancy fridges that give you water and ice!

You grab a cup and fill it, enjoying the way the ice clinks against the glass. This whole place is amazing. You find yourself peeking at the window out of the corner of your eye, entranced by the neat bed of flowers and perfectly tended garden. Maybe Ian will let you go explore out there when you’re both done studying…

“Hello.” A voice behind you makes you jump, splashing some of your water on yourself.

There’s a man on the other side of the kitchen island. He walks around past you and opens the fridge, grabbing a bottle of… something. He takes a swig and leans against the counter, eyeing you up. He’s half asleep and handsome. His voice is gravelly and his long hair is ruffled in a way that makes you want to run your fingers through it to smooth it down. He’s wearing nothing but a pair of sinfully short sleeping shorts, a dark happy trail peeking out from the top. You quickly look away as you notice the tip of his cock peeking out from one of the legs.

“Sorry, I was just… getting some water.” You raise your glass a little with a nervous smile. “You must be Mr. Duff?”

“Laurent.” The man gives an easy smile. “Ian took his mother’s last name.”

“Right. Yeah.” You should’ve known that. “Mr. Laurent.”

“Jean, please.” His smile turns into a smirk, stifling a yawn as he continues to check you out. “Mr. Laurent makes me feel old.”

You nod, trying to push aside how weird it feels to call a friend’s parent by their first name. “I should… get back to studying.”

Jean gives a small hum of agreement, taking another sip of his drink. He doesn’t stop looking at you, and you feel frozen in place. Like it would be rude to leave the room before he’s properly dismissed you. Your eyes flicker down to his shorts once more, and your heart skips a beat at the realisation that he’s hard. The head of his cock has caught on the hem of his shorts, pulling them up his thigh to show off even more of his soft-looking skin. You swallow thickly.

“So, you and Ian are in a class together?” Jean nods his head towards Ian and you glance over, grateful that he’s still got his headphones in. He’d be livid if he knew you were talking to his dad.

“Yeah, stats. It’s a gen ed requirement, so we figured we’d take it together.” The words come out of your mouth before you even think about them. “Makes studying easier, at least.”

“Oh? What are you studying?”

You tell him you’re undecided, and he smiles, reassuring you that it’s not a bad thing to take your time in choosing a major. The conversation flows comfortably after that. Jean asks you questions about your life, and you answer them. He’s a good listener, kind and attentive. It’s hard not to open up to him. Honestly, you have no idea why Ian had such an issue with letting you meet him!

“So, are you and Ian…?” Jean raises his eyebrows and gives you a knowing look that makes your face warm.

“No!” You shake your head and clear your throat, finally remembering the way Jean had first looked at you and the… reaction he’d had. “No, we’re not. Just friends.”

“That’s a shame.” Jean hums, taking a step forward and resting his arms on the counter behind you, trapping you between him and the island. “You’d think my son would be falling over himself to ask out someone like you. I suppose he thinks you’re out of his league.”

“I…” You swallow thickly, mouth dry. “I don’t think so.”

“Oh, sweetheart.” Jean sighs and turns you around, pressing up behind you as he guides your gaze towards Ian. “Look at him. He’s never dated anyone before, you know. Gets it from his mother, all the weirdness around romance. And sex.”

You shudder as you feel his hard cock grind against your ass, his lips ghosting over your neck as he speaks. “H-he’s… I… If he asked, I’d consider…”

Jean chuckles, pressing a kiss just behind your ear. “Of course you would. You’re too kind. But what you really want is a proper man who knows what he’s doing…”

“Mister Laurent…”

“It’s Jean, sweetheart.”

His fingers slip under your shirt to brush across your stomach and you shiver, melting into his touch. His lips are on your neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses that send heat rushing through you. You want to protest. But his hands are skilled as they tease across your skin. His teeth nip at your pulse. His hard bulge grinds against you. You can’t bring yourself to argue.

One hand slides around your throat, keeping your head in place. The other slips into your pants to tease you. It’s intoxicating, the combination of his large, soft hand around your neck and the pleasure from his teasing kisses and touches. He’s careful not to leave any marks. You can practically feel him holding back. Part of you wants to let him mark you, claim you. But the small bit of rational thought left in you knows it would cause too much trouble.

“Damn, sweetheart.” His voice is a low purr in your ear, grinding the heel of his hand lightly against you. “Nice and hot for me already?”

You press into his touch with a barely coherent whine. You know you shouldn’t be doing this. You know it’s wrong. But god do his hands feel so right when they touch you like this. You feel his tongue trace the curve of your ear, teeth tugging at your earlobe. His hand tightens ever so slightly around your neck, not enough to hurt but enough to make you lightheaded.

“Best be quiet, sweetheart.” His voice is teasing as his fingers keep working you. “Don’t want Ian noticing you fucking his dad like a filthy slut now, do we?”

You muffle your moans with one hand, the other gripping tight to the counter. He’s right. Your eyes lock onto the back of Ian’s head, and you’re keenly aware that he could turn around at any moment. That he could hear you two through his headphones if you’re not quiet enough. That he could catch you fucking his dad and it would irreparably ruin your friendship. But Jean’s skilled hands make it all worth it.

His hand releases your throat, moving to tug your pants and underwear to your knees. You can feel him doing something behind you. Then his slicked up cock presses against your hole. You don’t have the wherewithal to question where he managed to get lube from, but you know he wasn’t hiding it in those tiny shorts of his.

“You ready for me, sweetheart?” His voice is husky, tense with the effort of holding back. “Want me to fuck you?”

You nod frantically, arms stretching to grip the far edge of the island as he bends you over it. “Please… please…”

“Look at you,” He rubs the head of his cock against your hole teasingly, barely pushing the tip in before pulling away again. “Begging for your best friend’s dad’s cock. Don’t you feel guilty? Don’t you feel like a cheap whore, letting me do this to you while he’s right there?”

He pulls your chin up, making you look at Ian as he slides his cock into you with a groan. Your vision goes hazy for a moment, legs spreading as his cock stretches your hole. You can feel his free hand wandering across your body, groping you through your clothes as he sets up a quick pace with his hips.

“Good job sweetheart, spreading your legs for me.” Jean pants, chest pressed to your back and lips brushing your ear. “What would he say if he turned around and saw us like this, I wonder…”

Your stomach does a flip at the thought. Not of fear, but of arousal. The idea of Ian turning around and seeing you bent over the counter, his dad fucking you hard and fast from behind… you hate that you’re into it. You hate that it turns you on to imagine the betrayal on his face. To imagine him crying and begging to know why as Jean fills you with cum.

“I can feel how much you’re enjoying this,” Jean’s fingers grip your hips bruisingly as he fucks you. “You want this. You like the thrill, don’t you?”

You nod, voice shaking as you whine out a high pitched “yes!”

“You’re so fucking tight,” he sighs into your neck, one hand slipping in front of you to tease you again. “You better come over more often, yeah?”

“Yes, yes! I promise!” You can’t keep the words from coming out, hand still clamped over your mouth to muffle your voice.

“I want you to do something for me, sweetheart.”

“Anything, fuck, I’ll do anything!”

It’s a dangerous thing to agree to, but his cock is pounding into that spot inside you that makes you see stars, and you’d promise him the world if it meant he kept making you feel this good. You can already feel your orgasm building, and you need him to keep going. To fuck you until you cum on his cock. To wreck you while you watch Ian study.

“I want you to ask him out.” His voice is so level, calm, calculated.

“Wh…?” Your sluggish brain barely understands his words.

“Ian. I want you to ask him out.” He bites at your neck, hips slowing down just enough to hold you on the edge of orgasm. “As soon as I’ve cum inside of you, I want you to put your clothes back on, walk over there, and ask him out.”

“I… I can’t…”

“You can and you will.” His voice is a low growl, nails biting into your hips as he edges you. “And once you two are a nice, happy couple, you’ll ask to spend more time here. You can find an excuse, I’m sure. Even if it’s just to keep away from his mother. You’ll come here to spend time with him, have some cute dates, watch movies on the couch, whatever. And then you’ll find excuses to sneak away. You’ll come find me, and I’ll bend you over just like this and fuck you.”

“No, no.” You shake your head, tears of pleasure and confusion welling up in your eyes.

His grip on your chin tightens as he forces you to keep watching Ian. “Yes. Because you can’t get enough of my cock. Because you’ll never find someone who fucks you like this. So you’re going to go over there, ask out my son, and become my secret little slut. And we both know you’ll enjoy it too, you disgusting whore.”

You tighten around him, teetering on the brink of orgasm. “Fine! Fine, fine, fine, I’ll do it. I’ll do it. Please just let me cum!”

“Good job, sweetheart. That wasn’t so hard now, was it?”

His hips pick up speed again and you can hear him growling in your ear, telling you to keep your eyes on Ian while you cum. You have no choice, with the way he’s gripping your face. Your eyes remain on your best friend as you cum on his dad’s cock. Your legs go weak and you can feel Jean’s hips stutter as he fills you with cum.

“Fuck, sweetheart…” Jean pants, pulling out after a moment and tugging your clothes back up roughly. “What a pathetic slut, you don’t have any self-respect, do you?”

You wipe the drying tears from your face, standing shakily. “I… I…”

Now that your head is clear again, you have no idea why you allowed that to happen. Why you’d let him bend you over and fuck you like that, so close to where Ian’s still sitting. Why you’d agreed to asking Ian out. And, most distressingly, why you still want to follow through with it. Why you know you won’t be able to stop thinking about Jean’s cock until you get your next fix.

“Go on, sweetheart.” Jean pats your ass and pushes you in the direction of the kitchen door. “Don’t you have something to ask my darling son?”

You’re so screwed.

#swwsdj #something's wrong with sunny day jack #sdj jean #sdj ian #jean laurent x reader #gn!reader #18+ only #sunshine #Ian's Dad AU

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oscconfessions · 3 months

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4 and X are so 'sonic and tails' core to me. of course they are not similar at all personality wise, but the colouring doesnt help. i just love the idea that some blue guy just adopts this younger yellow orphan guy as his brother, and they go on wacky adventures and silly shenanigans ensue.

ofc i just recently have gotten into object shows so i havent seen much of how the fanbase views 4 and x. i know theres the ship, but i need content of them as siblings, raaaaaah!!!

[on another note, divorce core 4 and 2, guys, do you understand, do you get me]

#confession #/bfdi #/bfdi/four #/bfdi/x #/bfdi/two #/bfdi/four/two

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peenyas · 1 year

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┊ The Bough Keeper

My thing for him came back so suddenly, i want to kiss him.. i miss him so much, whens the next dainsleif archon quest hangout. Ughhh its 12 pm goodnight dainsleif

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Content: GN!reader, angst/hurt(but still a bit of comfort, uty. Will be tagged [☆]), forbidden love trope(talks about his immortality), pretty fluff in the start

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Theres just something about you, everywhere he goes you're coincidentally there. Or maybe he's going to places he knew you'd go just to be able to bump into you, just to have an excuse to see you more often. Because to him, you're different, but what is it?

It wasn't clear to dainsleif till he caught you in his thoughts. Almost every day you will be in one of the topics that has ever gone across his head, "... They would've liked these flowers right?" "These colours would suit them a lot.." "could this skill impress them?". One question after another, it's slowly getting more obvious to the khaenri'ahn, he likes you.

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To this new set of feelings that grows every waking second in his life, it kinda concerned him. For his situation how could he ever give you such a burden, or to himself too. Dainsleif is immortal, and you, a mere human, who's bound to leave him. As scared as he is, he has started to avoid you, including all the places you went to. Just to keep the both of you from getting hurt.

Though that didn't last long, even if he did try his best to avoid you and the places you were fond of, he finds himself back there again. How could he ever go so long without seeing you? At least to know if you're ok, it ached in his heart how he hasn't heard your voice in such a long time.

Back to the street you two first met, and to his luck you were there, sitting at an outside cafe table. Oh how he could thank the gods who cursed him right then and there, for he's finally able to see you again. The countless nights yearning for your laughter, your gaze and your smile, that all greeted him as he approached you. It felt like the curse in him never existed at all, a warm feeling that overwhelmed both his cheeks and chest as he sat down with you.

It's all made true to him now, you're really different to him. He couldn't just let this feeling go so easily, the least dainsleif could do is to embrace and accept it. You've become something he wouldn't want to lose, at least in this moment's lifetime.

#dainsleif #dainsleif x reader #dainsleif x y/n #genshin fluff #genshin impact fluff #genshin impact #genshin hurt/comfort #hurt/comfort #dainsleif x you #gender neutral reader #gender neutral y/n #gn reader

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hiiiii!!! i absolutely loved your snowed in mischa x reader, the concept overall is really cute and you’re a really good writer :)) i was wondering if you could please write a similar fic except with noel x male reader? if not that’s okay but there is not enough x reader content for him lmao

YES ID LOVE TO. i started writing it earlier and i got half way through but i cant recover it im so upset im about to restart.

I dont know if it’s that good but I hope you like it <3

also thank you for requesting one :)))

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French had always been your least favourite subject. No matter what you couldn’t understand any of it.

Luckily you had Noel, the top of the class.

You met in the choir and had known each other for years. He was your best friend and the only person you were truly comfortable with.

After knowing him for a few months you ended up developing feelings for him and questioned your sexuality for a while before coming out to him as gay. He was the only person who knew.

Noel had always been fairly open about being gay, because of this he faced years of bullying. More recently it had died down because everyone had grown up, but seeing it all happen and comforting Noel through the state he was in brought along a fear that it could happen to you as well.

Turning the corner, you saw his house in the distance. Layers upon layers of snow covered the ground as more flakes fell every second. There was a snowstorm warning but you would most likely be back home at that point.

You walked up his driveway and knocked on the door three times.

The door swung open to reveal Noel still in his pyjamas but with his hair styled how he always has it.

“Bonjour, Bienvenue en France.” He exclaimed. You hesitated for a second trying to process what that meant.

“What?”

“That’s basic French Y/N… you’re so lucky you have me.” He smiled.

Truly he didn’t know how lucky you really felt.

“Come in then theres snow all over you, Mom won’t let you in if you’re soggy.” He grabbed your arm pulling you inside and up to his room.

Noel went straight over to his desk chair getting a folder labelled ‘French Lessons for Y/N’

You slouched down on his bed looking over at him. “How long did it take you to make that?” You asked.

“Oh uh… not long. Maybe a few hours… every night for a week.” He began rambling.

You felt yourself becoming flustered, “It means a lot that you would do all that for me Noel.”

“I’d do anything for you, you know that.” He smiled.

You walked over to him and sat down in the chair next to him. He began to flicker through the pages to find what he wanted to teach you today.

It was colour coded with beautiful layouts and calligraphy titles. This must’ve taken him ages. All the examples he had in it of sentences were things that had happened with the two of you, things like: ‘Nous avons regardé des films ensemble toute la nuit.’ ~ ‘We watched films together all night.’ and ‘Y/N est très beau.’ ~ ‘Y/N is very handsome.’

All that was going through your head was ‘This has to mean something; Does this mean something; What if he actually likes me back’ You had to do something.

“I can’t do this Noel.” You started.

“I know it’s hard but don’t worry I have faith in you and I’ll-”

“No it’s not about the French I need to tell you something.” You inhaled deeply, there was no turning back now. “Listen you have to promise me that what I’m about to say won’t ruin our friendship.”

He laughed, “Of course not you’re the best friend I have.”

“Okay uhm, you know how much you mean to me, right?” He nodded, “Well even when I first met you I was intrigued by you, I guess you always felt more special to me then any other friend had. I always assumed it was just that we were platonic soulmates or something but um..”

“What are you trying to say?” Noel asked, shuffling his chair closer to yours.

“I love you Noel and not just as a friend.”

His shoulders dropped as if a wave of relief had washed over him. His cheeks began to flash a bright red and a smile crept its way onto his face.

“I love you too.” He grinned, “In more than a friend way but I figured you already got that.”

You both laughed and hugged each other tightly. This is it, all you wanted. It’s moments like this that make people want to freeze time and stay like it forever.

“What does this mean for us?” Noel asked, still not pulling away.

“I don’t know.” You said. “I’m not ready to come out to everyone yet, but I’d love- only if you want, to be your boyfriend?” You smiled hopefully.

“Of course I want you to be my boyfriend you idiot, why else would i make a folder of French for you?” He laughed.

“Oh my god I actually have a boyfriend. We can like watch movies together and have sleepovers and then go with each other to choir practice after those sleepovers then spend more time together!” He continued.

You chuckled, “Don’t we already do that?”

“Well yeah but it’s different now because you’re my boyfriend. We need to watch a movie together now as a celebration.” He got up and began to walk over to grab a DVD off of his shelf.

“As long as it isn’t one of those French ones.”

“You know it will be.”

You both cuddled together watching the movie, Noel recited his favourite lines and you had never felt happier.

When the movie ended he had already taken your hoodie and requested a different one that you had at home.

“Noel, I still stand by what I said about not being comfortable coming out to everyone. But if you’re okay with it I want to tell my family and the choir about us.” You asked turning to him.

He agreed and you began discussing ways to tell them. Suddenly there was a knock on the door and Noels Mom came in.

“Y/N the snowstorm has started and your Mom called asking if you could to stay here for a few days until it all clears up. She said to give her a call when you can.” She smiled then left the room.

“It’s like a honeymoon for us.” Noel exclaimed.

You laughed lightly, “No I’ll take you to Paris for our real honeymoon, thats a promise.”

He tackled you into a hug, life was perfect.

#ride the cyclone #rtc #noel gruber #noels lament #for i sing songs until the break of dawn #noel x reader #noel gruber x male reader #fanfic #oneshot #gay love

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fruit-salad-ship · 5 months

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Can I ask what happens to Peach and Plum in the mafia au? 👀

theres two outcomes.

before they take different paths, the setup is that the girls fall madly in love with each other but theres secrets, plum learns of peach's bloody work and at first is afraid, upon peach telling her to get out while she can, to leave and not come back, peach says 'red's not your colour' in refrence to the kind of bloodshed peach causes, the work she does. plum thinks this over for a few days, finally showing up for a shift on stage in the bar peach owns. She turns up in the boldest red dress she can and states before her set that 'actually, i think red suits me just fine.' which leads to one of the most amazing sets shes ever done, one peach cant seem to look away from.

From there plum demands she is involved in the family buisness, she becomes a killer, she adjusts to the lifetyle better than peach does. Peach takes over from her mother and becomes the boss of her crime family, with her right hand woman, her cousins by her side, and a loving family all things considered. all bar mother, who tries on several occasions to get rid of Plum, aware of what her daughter is, ashamed of peachs' prefrences, but unable to kill her only heir, instead removing love interests. peach definetly finds out, and there is conflict.

after a while of dubious deals and long loving nights, the girls are content, happy, and one christmas peach is in her office wondering what to get her beloved partnr in crime. she fumbles her own ring, something she fidgets with, drops it, and has to go get it. in the act of getting down on one knee to pick it up, something clicks in her head. something peach immediatly dismisses as too soon, too much, stupid, completly idiotic. besides, as fun as this has been, peach cant give plum the world she deserves. cant give her the lavish wedding, people would disapprove, it'd have to be a secret for very few to know and be part of. Peach ignores the stupid thought, leaves the office, does her best to just not think about that as she paces the streets trying to find the perfect gift.

coats and bags are nice and all but plums got an amazing collection. Dresses are fine but its nice to get plum something she can try on first, the womans particular in her tastes. peach passes by a jewelry store, pauses, looks in the window, convincing herself shes going in for other reasons.

long story short, after a violent run in with a rival gang, peach is nursing wounds christmas eve, having hobbled home in time for the big family party, she's sorry shes late, but no one cares, she's in a state. Her dad patches her up, plum is alerted in the other room and slips away, by her side in a second. the girls go up to peachs room to get her dressed, help her with the scapes, peach has to look relativly ok, she doesnt like the kids in the house to see her hurt, so makeup to cover the obvious issues. shes sat on the bed tying shoes, asking plum to pass her smokes from the pocket of her jacket she had on, sore and tired, she does not think. plum reaches in and finds a small box, not that peach sees, not for a while, glancing up as plum turns, box in hand, open, a ring inside.

peach trips over her words, says its not what it looks like, she'd just, picked it up, for someone else? the inscription on the inside says otherwise. she is SO embarrassed, plum has said nothing. so instead of the lavish extravagant proposal peach wanted to try and give the love of her life, she fumbles hard, knows in her heart it'll be a no, says it out loud, that she cant even offer up a legally binding marriage, cant give her the big church or the flamboyant party, so many people would be in outrage for this. plum still has said NOTHING. in fact shes enjoying peach's out of charater levels of nervousness.

plum leaves, still no words, interrupted by peach's cousin coming up with antiseptic for the wounds. peach didnt get an answer, just in shock.

plum is seen drinkign later at the party with one hell of a ring on her hand, something others spot and ask her about. she lies to those who dont know, says she got engaged, but those who are aware of her and peachs entanglement look to the mafia boss with shock. hell, PEACH is shocked. was that a yes? that was a yes right?? no? the two reconnect as people dance and sing and drink, tucked aside, peach finally gets a yes. a clear, difinitive answer. plum says that nothing they do is legal anyway, whats one more thing?

SO! the girls have a secret wedding, buy a house, do it up, live and very VERY happy life. But peach's mom learns of the truth, disgusted with her daughter, furious of being left out of this, she contacts one of peachs EX's, an unhinged woman, deadly.

Peach is eventually confronted by this insane person, hellbent on the notion that 'if i cant have her, no one can', so she's busy trying to kill peach.

And here's where the story splits. It can go well. it can go poorly.

option 1) peach and her Ex have a confrontation, plum gets caught up in it, and so peach asks grey to get her out of the burning building, get her far away from there. she'll deal with the woman trying to kill them all. peach is shot and killed, the building comes down, and plum sees it. her struggle to get free works, sprinting back to the rubble. she finds her wife dead, shot, only one of the twin revolvers she kept on her person present. In her hand, the wedding ring she never took off is clutched tight. Plum refuses to leave her, the cries of utter heartbreak echo across the town. no one can even begin to console her, she wont stop crying, wont leave the body, wont move. it takes hours for her to even consider being shifted with her wife.

plums life loses all music, she grows cold, angry, left with her wifes weding ring, and one of two guns that she wielded, along side the now empty home she built with the love of her life. she never sings again. instead her time is spent trying to find the missing revolver, whoever has it, killed peach. and one day she finds who did this, the Ex who took everything from her. they get in a shoot out, plum gets shot too, but also takes down the woman who did this. she's got her revenge. in the moments of dying, plum sees peach, as if she'd been waiting for her the whole time, she looks healthy, her hand is warm, they are reunited. it is a sad but wonderful moment.

Grey writes a very heartfelt song about them both, and becomes a notable composer because of it. he is the only one left, the twin revolvers that his best friend wielded, and then plum, now hung above his fireplace. he is the only one to make it to his older years.

OR option 2) the building set alight, the ex confrontation, the set up by mother peach all happens, peach DOES get shot, but in the collapse of the space she managed to get under something sturdy. Plum still gets free of being dragged away from danger, digging through the rubble, tearing her hands to shreds until she finds one of the guns she knows instantly. Close by under bricks and debris, her wife is still alive. Unconcious, shot, but very much breathing. terrified, they get her to a hospital, and there plum stays for days waiting for any sign that she'll wake up. peach does indeed come around, she hurts, leg in a cast, but next to her in a chair, head on the bed sleeping, plum is there. theres flowers, she can tell her beloved partner has been there a while, says nothing but just cries quietly. For sure thought she'd not come out of that one, so grateful to be alive still.

Plum wakes up to see peach eyes open, tired but with her, still with her. shes a wreck, cries like a baby, peach despite aches gives her this huge hug, squeezes as best she can, ever the rock. the girls eventually get to go home. peach finds out how her Ex found her, tracking it back to her mother, but lets it slide, she cant kill her own blood. but plum can. shes PISSED, and so mother peach does indeed die by the hands of the singer, and they are finally free of her tyrany. They sell the bar, move to the big city, buy a better bigger more impressive venue, and plum becomes the talented singer she was born to be. The final delight is the girls stood, a little older, a little calmer, but together, staring up at plums name in lights on a billboard, prepped for a huge show the next night. Peach looks at her, and shes just as beautiful as she ever was, a picture of elegance. says she knew plum could do this, people doubted her, but there was no way this wasnt her calling. Theyre happy, theyre alive, theyre together.

#fruit salad #brainrot #mafia au

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