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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 2 months

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Hi darling!~ (I'll immediately stop calling you that if you don't like it/don't feel comfortable lol) Lately your girlies been obsessing over the song 'Older' by Isabel LaRosa that's been going BADSHIT popular on tiktok so I thought I'd spill some thoughts~

Teacher!Vil X Yandere(ish)!Student!Yuu

Summary : Yuu who grew up with a bad father and gained heavy daddy issues gets attached to her teacher after he starts giving her the fatherly love and care she never got, always being nice and checking up on her. at first it's a simple silly crush on her teacher but after time it blooms into an obsession where she starts lusting after him and craves constant validation from him. In her eyes he's the perfect guy, he's older and has more experience, he could never treat her wrong. even though he may be colder from time to time she believes he has a soft spot for her. Poor Yuu when the teacher who she fell so madly inlove with doesn't return her feelings and begins distancing himself from her.... Or will he?..

(Your ending <3)

Surprise me sweetheart ♡

-Prev. 🥀🦋 / Now 🎋🪭

I really like that song, might become my newest obsession... 🖤🖤🖤🖤

Yandere Teacher Vil Schoenheit x Obsessed Student Reader

Vil definitely has that aura of an unbiased but caring mentor much like Crewel. He’s confident and quaint, praising you in any capacity thrills most who receive it. Granted it’s sprinkled with underlying insults and a general lack of faith. But for someone like you, who can barely get your own father to even look at you it means so much more:

So of course you’ll obsess over him

Putting him on a pedestal you’re willing to do anything for

Study and pass his class

Tell on all the naughty potatoes in class

Even framing the professor he’s wanted gone since the beginning

“Well done.”

“R-really?”

“Yes, I’m quite pleased you’ve proven to be more helpful than the other useless potatoes.”

“T-thank you M-Mister Vil!”

He doesn’t stop you or even act like he doesn’t reciprocate

A few light touches

A kiss or two

A nibble of the ear

Your friends warn you when they realize the love of your life is the degrading teacher of etiquette

“This isn’t a good idea…(Y/n) he’s like much older than you.”

“So? That just means he has experience!”

“He’s thinking about retirement!”

“Early retirement!”

“Nooo!”

Nothing really stops you from your newfound love

That is until he crashes the illusion himself

“Oh~Roi du Poison, don’t tell me you’ve fallen for the misguided doe?”

“Please, they’re just a tool I’m sharpening. A potato I’ve decided is worth polishing…for the time being.”

It destroys you

What meaning of life is there if he doesn’t even care about yours

You stop showing up to school

You won’t leave your room

“Where is (L/n)?”

“Pft wouldn’t you like to know!”

“We’re not telling you. You don’t deserve to even speak to them.”

“Fine if that’s how it’s going to be, I’ll give your regards to them.”

“What?!” “Wait!”

Unbeknownst to you Vil is very much in love with you

But what did you expect?!

That he’d admit to actually being just as obsessed if not more so than you

He figured the best way to keep you close enough was by taking advantage of your emotional flaw

And while he wasn’t wrong,

he realized the way it’s been going is all too risky

Nosy obstacles friends of yours, suspicious coworkers, gossiping potatoes

It’s just too risky so he’ll promptly resign putting time and energy into his former hobby

Taking the world by storm he’ll disappear

Giving you the so-called space you want so badly

But he’ll be watching

Watching as you mend yourself together only to fall apart again with every new tragedy

Your grades suspiciously slip

Your house is going to be foreclosed

Your father disappears one evening becoming a missing person’s case

And finally, your dear poor friends suddenly die

Catching some sickness after investigating something they refused to tell you about in the forest

It’s there, where you’ve graduated and are at your lowest once again that he makes his move

“It’s been a while, (L/n).”

He’ll skew the events that day claiming the doe was someone else or that it was all a cover

And like that, he’ll slither back into your heart with his leash fully keeping you within his grasp

“For all that trouble, (Y/n) you’re irrevocably mine.”

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galedekarios · 1 month

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okay so I was thinking about when the player first meets Gale, he immediately clocks them as coming from the nautiloid even though A) we never see him anywhere on the nautiloid, and B) we don't psychically link with him via the tadpoles during his introduction.

this has been plaguing my brain because it leaves two options. either 1) Gale correctly deduces the player was on the nautiloid just because why else would they be out there in the wreckage, or 2) he encountered the player sometime before they pulled him out of the broken sigil but didn't/couldn't approach them for one reason or another.

so this is my roundabout way to ask if you have any headcanons and/or theories of why Gale recognizes the player right from the jump. I'm inclined to think that he saw the player on the ship some point before it starts to crash, because when he brings it up, he starts with "I know you, don't I?" which, to me, makes it seem like he recognized them rather than made an assumption about them. but I would love to hear your thoughts about it!

(P.S. I LOVE your Gale meta/analysis posts! they are so well thought out and beautifully written ❤️)

thank you so much for your message and kind words! 🖤

i also do find it very, very interesting that both in early access and in full release, gale recognises the player right away.

this is his intro after he appears from the netherese teleportation rune from early access:

(Gale appears from the Netherese Teleportation rune) Gale: You’re alive. That’s unexpected. Last I saw you, you were laying in a crucible’s worth of blood, an intellect devourer nibbling at your ear. Glad to see my eyes deceived me. I’m Gale. Well met! Player (Option 1): Well met. You were on the ship as well, I presume? Gale: The very same. A traumatising experience – if an instructive one.

and his intro from full release is, as you've already mentioned:

Gale: Say, but I know you, don't I? In a manner of speaking. You were on the nautiloid as well. Player: I was, yes. Gale: Then I can only assume you too were on the receiving end of a rather unwelcome insertion in the ocular region.

i do think, with the way both introductions are worded, that it's extremely likely that gale did see the player on the ship.

now where we can speculate is where and how that may have taken place.

the early access dialogue implies that the protag was not in a pod when gale saw them, despite them waking up in one when the game begins, just as in the full release version.

we do know that captured victims are immediately placed inside a pod when they're captured from the trailer/intro cinematic:

which makes it likely that gale saw the protag while having been taken out of the pod and maybe guarded by intellect devourers, or perhaps transported somewhere, or even after an escape attempt they do not remember.

as for gale himself, we do know that wizards are able to manipulate the pods themselves to open them with a successful dice roll:

(taken from one of my early access gifsets)

we also do know that gale is master of his craft as a prodigy, ex-chosen, archwizard, scholar and researcher, and graduate of blackstaff academy. it doesn't seem unlikely to me that he may have found a way to break out of his own pod to try and escape what would surely otherwise be a death sentence for him and others for multiple reasons.

i do think gale's wording again makes it sound as if though he'd already escaped the pod in which he was likely trapped in, too:

Player: Never mind the nautiloid. How did you get stuck in that stone? Gale: I don't know what transpired exactly, but the ship broke into pieces and I suddenly found myself in freefall. Gale: As I was plummeting to certain death, I spied a glimmer quite near where I estimated my body to impact with less-than-savoury propulsion. Gale: Recognising this glimmer to be magical in nature, I reached out to it with a Weaving of words and found myself on the other side as it were. Gale: How about you? How did you survive the fall? Player: To be honest, I haven't a clue. Gale: Fair enough. But even so, I have the unfortunate suspicion your survival is still very much in jeopardy.

as for the mind link (which can happen later at camp), i do think it's also important to keep in mind that just because the player doesn't feel the mind link or connection or even so much as a tickle of the tadpole, it's not unlikely that gale can feel it from his side. his mental defences are high enough so that the player can't sense the tadpole, but i don't think that is necessarily the same for gale.

so, all in all, i do think, considering everything we know, the most likely scenario here is that gale saw the protag - perhaps even while trying to orient himself / try to find a way out - on the ship and that the player does not remember him for whatever reason - and given the circumstances here, those reasons could be plentiful (unconsciousness, disorientation, dazedness like the woman we found trapped in a pod adjacent to the room we find shadowheart in, etc.).

again, thank you for your message! 🖤

#gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #ch: gale dekarios #vg: baldur's gate 3 #series: baldur's gate #meta: mybg3

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honeeslust · 5 months

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Kento Nanami | the 7:3 Sorcerer pt. 1

🖤 Someone once said he didnt seem like the type to be rough with you because he'd never want to hurt you and I agree…. To an extent!! Let's go…

🖤 I'm thinking of Nanami who doesn't look like the the type to be a ruthless fuck. But what would happen when he finally showed you that he is fully capable of surprising you and himself.

🖤 WC 2k+

The love you made always sensual and romantic. By far the best you'd ever had. But there was a certain darkness to him. You'd seen it plenty of times as you often found yourselves in dangerous predicaments due to his line of work. It started feel like an unspoken desire between you both. You, wanting him to let out every frustration and all of the anger he kept inside. Him knowing how much you wanted to submit to him.

But ever the knight he was, wanting to protect you, even from himself. Always refraining from getting carried away because he would never be able to forgive himself if he did.

You would have no choice but to take the matter in your own hands. You would know him better than anyone else and all he would need is the encouragement. So...

You would spend the entire day teasing him, dressing in front of him, rolling your tights up your legs slowly. Strutting around in your cute little matching brassier and garter, feeling his eyes on you after you brushed by him leaving your sweet smelling perfume mingled with your pheromones wofting about to rouse him.

Kento would look so dreamy with his messy hair and bare chest on display. He would tug at a newly formed bulge straining against his pajama bottoms that hung low on his waist, showing off those tight little dimples at his lower back, that V shape in the front inviting you to have a seat atop his perfect form.

A powerful hand adorned with tight veins resembling the lines on a road map were reaching after you. " Cmere, you smell so pretty," he says As you let him wrap you up in his arms.

" you look stunning my love." You melt under his praises, adoring how he always made you feel so loved and cherished.

Hating that you would have to break up this loving display of affection, you summon the strength to do it anyway. " I have an early start today baby, and I gotta hurry." his endearing smile would touch the rugged creases around his eyes, them being the only thing about him that showed he was older. The man aged like fine wine and you were already being swept up in his warm and charming self. You would hate the way you were leaving him so painfully engorged as you untucked yourself from his arms.

As much as it would pain him to watch you walking away from him when he very much needed you, he wouldn't dare risk you having to rush into work.

You met him downstairs, both fully dressed and ready to go. It was more of the same mixed feelings about how far you could actually take this. Preparing his favorite cup of coffee, you grit your teeth trying to hold on to your resolve.

You were handing him his coffee and briefcases, one for paperwork, the other for his weapons. Placing your hands on his shoulders, he beamed at you as you reminded him of how you continued to fall even more in love with him every single day. He replied with his usual promise to be someone worth that kind of love. You hurry out the door, forgetting his kiss.

The only thing that made your day tolerable was that it was actually a very busy one, having a full day of clients and only a small break in between. You remained diligent. Instead of your usual call so he could hear your voice and take a breath from the stress of his day, you would text him on his lunch break...had to squeeze in another client baby, so sorry I can't call. Your heart would ache as you stared at the screen.

At the other end would be a flustered Kento, raking an exasperated hand through his blonde locks. I understand. I love you and I just wanted to thank you for being my better half.

You grip the phone tighter in a trembling hand almost ready to abandon your plight completely. You couldn't leave it at that, tapping out a response, oh you make me swoon. I love you Mr. Charming, recalling the first time you called him this. He would smile at his phone, your message reminding him of a time when he almost let you go.

It was after you went on a couple of dates and when you admitted to your suitor hat you likened him to all the Prince charmings you adored as a child. You remembered the way his sunny blonde hair fell over his face as you two walked barefoot along a beach, a beautiful sunset, his loose buttoned shirt ruffled by the breeze. The date ended in him panicking as he had fallen for you immediately. He was honest, telling you about his profession and actually trying to break things off before it got too serious because he would never want his life to affect you. He thought it best to just let you go.

...

A little over an hour later, you were heading home to change after reading his text saying that he would be at the office late. You spent the drive reminiscing on a time from so long ago. You getting so mad at him for not giving it a chance. Looking back, you'd know now that he couldn't help it because he adored you so much and did it out of love, even if it were almost the end of you both.

Even after all of that, you'd be ready to hit him where it hurt. Showing up to workplace wearing a scant little dress in the color he favored most on you. His favorite late night snack and scotch in hand to unwind for the evening.

You knock at his office door before entering. His boyish gleaming eyes greet you when he looks up from the paperwork. He stands to hug you, his rigid shoulder's immediately relaxing as he was just so happy to see your sweet face after the day he'd had. You kissed his cheek asking if he had time for a break, showing him the bag you carried. He cocked a questioning brow, a soft smirk pulling at his lips as if he'sever turn you away. " even if I didn't, you know I'd always make time.”

As you unpacked your tote, setting the glasses and tiny plates on the the desk, You'd ask him about his work, flashing him a desirable look as you fixated on the way his temples flared while he discussed the events of his stressful day. You'd feel for him, almost wanting to give up your little ploy to get a rise out of your ever in control husband. You pour the dark liquor into the glasses, taking the tiniest sip of yours as does he. Him smirking as you frowned at the way the liquid burned, your face flushed as you felt that usual tickle between your legs where it always seemed to hit you first.

You would lean over his desk, giving him a perfect view of your cleavage as you pointed to different things, asking him more questions as his concentration was being tested. You would because you knew it was only you that could get him like this. He wouldn't be able to look past the way your body looked leaning over his desk. The way his name rolled off your tongue when you'd softly whisper it.

Your antics would earn his invitation to come around to the other side of his desk. His powerful hands would pull you into his lap, no doubt, your favorite place to be. You straddle him and he placed a needful grip around your waist. You loved the way his thumb always seemed to rest in just the right spot so that when he squeezed, it had you closing your eyes and pressing a heavy kiss to his appetizing lips.

You'd suck the smoky taste of the scotch from his tongue, moaning as his hands explored the slopes of your soft body. Your insides coiling with pleasure when he shoved that dainty dress further up your thighs. A sudden gasp would fall from your lips and you'd shove yourself off of him, escaping with some flimsy excuse of why you shouldn't do this here.

Kento would be flushed a shade of desire like you'd never seen, but still you'd attempt to make your exit. His pulse would be racing as he sought after you. And that's when you would know he'd finally reached his tipping point. It would've all finally become too much. He would need you so bad that the growing frction in his pants screamed from the sudden absence of your heat.

His powerful hand would grip the back of your neck, causing a shiver to roll up your spine. He would pull you back into him and as soon as your body would meet his own chiseled one, you would cry out to him. " ahh Ken". The tremors that rocked his body were being felt along your back.

" What are you up to? You just keep teasing...what are you you doing to me?... why'd you put on this little fuckin' dress?" You lean into this new feeling. So enticed by the sudden change of him that you could even feel texture of his velvety voice that was laced with a darkness he hadn't ever shown you, at least not in this way. His fingers skim up and over your bare thighs. His nose ghosting over the curve of your shoulder as he breathed you in. He squeezed a hand full of your waist " you're that desperate to get a rise out me baby?" He'd hiss seeing through you now.

" Yes" you would sigh yielding to his touch.

" Yes?? be specific love, you were so eager to see me like this and here we are so tell me what you want?"

" Kento,I want you mean when you fuck me." You would hum, nails cutting into his thighs as you pushed your body into his.

" Bend the fuck over." He would growl, his deft fingers loosening his tie as he shoved all the desks contents to the floor. You would be so on edge that the loud crash would make you jump.

Your trembling body would lean over the smooth polished surface of his desk. Every breath you took would be drawn out shakily. Anticipation wouldn't even feel strong enough a word to describe how maddening the need for his touch, his mouth, his dick, even his vengeful release when he'd finish having his way with you.

Kento had always needed this even more than he knew. Always so refined and in control. You willed him to with a heartfelt plea " show me why you're the 7:3 sorcerer."

The man you adored would be lost in the essence of you and your dark desires. The need he felt to tear that pretty little pussy to pieces would take over. He wouldn't know how to hold back that part of him anymore. Not when your body was calling to something so carnal inside him. He would shove his hands under your dress, ripping the stringy little excuse for underwear away from your body.

Your excited squeal would have him at your ear again and you would welcome the crushing weight of his body as it were leaning over you, his torso flush against your back. " you sure you can handle that?"

His solid muscular thighs would rub against your own milky soft ones. " I'll take whatever you give me Kento." you'd say as the skimpy dress you wore was now indecently bunched around your waist revealing the warm and inviting wetness that awaited him. The sight of you starved and begging for more encouraged the once stoic man to give in to the need to break you in the best way.

A massive hand would push into your lower back, forcing that perfect arch upon your shape and leaving your drenched little pussy vulnerable. His sheathed cock would be teasing against the aching core of you while those manly fingers traced down your spine.

" Give em' to me" he would command so sinisterly that he didn't sound like himself. Your arms would fold neatly behind your back because you knew exactly what he was asking for. " was this what you wanted?” He would ask you, almost sounding pained by the way your meek demeanor had stirred him so. It would feel as though your body was steeped in sexual tension. A pleasing hum of need would now be a current flowing freely through you.

" Please Kento. I'm sorry, I just thought it would be a fun little game." you would beg so hungry for his dick that you would've come immediately if he gave it to you.

Skillful fingers would loop the silky printed fabric around your wrists with ease. " Spread em for me," you would obey. " Such an obedient doll."

He had put up with your antics all day. But a man can only take so much. And here you were, every bit the desperate cumslut and wanting him to use you as he needed.

Heated fingertips would trail your womanly terrain, slowly, skillfully, enticingly. " since you're so into games, let's see how good you do. Tell you what, I'm going ti return the favor. For every time today you left me with my dick in my hand." he would say embellishing a little as he thought of all the ways you tortured him.

" .. like this morning, you think I didn't notice the little show you put on...?" He would work your delicate body with hands meant for destruction, and this would excite you further. You gasp his name, avidly being overtaken by his raw desirous energy as two thick fingers went inside, pressing into your g spot so effortlessly. " ah—kento."

" I had to spend the whole day thinking of the picture of you bouncing around our house and leaving me lusting after you like some horny teenager." Kento was a little crude now, and your dark little mind loved it. " I'm so sorry baby." You panted.

You become a puppet, dangling at the end of a string he controlled with every shameful twist of his finger inside you. Every curl would be precise, almost excruciatingly so until you were ready to come. As soon as the weight of your release was ready to come crashing down, suddenly there was nothing to be felt. You wail, " mmmm ohh my God Kento please more, I need more baby."

Gone was your sweetheart when he groaned, a laugh fanning the wetness pooling out of you as he circled the rounded shape of your ass appreciatively. " more you say?" He whispers as his digits melodically slip between the drenched folds of you. " mmmmmm my little doll wants more, should I give it to her?" He hum sinking his fingers back inside. Your chest heaving against the solid desk as you cry out " mmmm oh my fucking god baby please please please.” The mean man playing in your pussy laughs. " but...then there was you forgetting my kiss. I can only assume that was on purpose ?" He hums full of enjoyment at how good it felt as your walls were constricting against his appendages as he began the slow build again.

Again you were left shuddering, " please, please baby, I need it." Gone is all of his tenderness. It were replaced with an almost selfish satisfaction when he taunted you. " oh baby, believe me, I know you do." He would tease, grinning from the way your desperation had your little hands twitching against your restraints of his tie.

Again and again he does this. Leaving you hovering on the edge just to be denied the fall. Coming back with his vengeful fingers to start all over again.

He would make sure you'd felt every agonizing moment of the absence of himself inside you.

" baby please." You call to him with your weak cries for him to let you finish. It was torturous, and you embraced every wretched moment of it.

" so needy you are, so delicious you are, so obedient you are." He coos gentler than before, his voracious appetite making it hard not to test out the turbulent waters he had created. " I wanna be your good girl daddy." This shakes him to the core and he growls " say that again, I liked it."

" let me be your good girl daddy, please oh please, I want you so bad Ken."

I'm so sorry but I have to break this into two parts.

👉🏾👈🏾 thoughts 🙈

Part 2

From the honey pot 🍯

@callm3senpaii @blkkizzat @i-literally-cant-with-this @littlemochabunni

#smut oneshot #smut writer #smutxanime honeeslust #kento x reader #kento x you #blackgirlswhowriteanimesmut #kento fluff

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farm-witches-fic-recs · 6 months

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Friends! Countrypeople! Townies! The farm witch community has gathered together again to bring a selection of favorites old and new for your reading pleasure.

Check out these fics, leave the authors some love, and enjoy your days in the ways that make you happiest.

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London, Love, and All it Entails (londonspirit) “Patrick and David’s long term, long distance love affair. Someone mentioned GOGO (Getting Over Getting Older) and this one came to mind: two people are destined to be together but they first have lots to do before they are both ready. I find it both comforting and inspiring.”

Noble Beloved (AWorldOfDreams/@a-noble-dragon) “I love this story so much! The entire Dracotine series to be honest. It’s such a unique spin on our favorite boys and their romance. The longing is palpable. The sexy times are hot as hell. And, yes, Patrick is a dragon—a perfect, snippy, numbers guy of a dragon. 💙🐉🖤”

My misspent youth and my slow decline (@stereopticons) “Only 800 words but it hurts so good. Patrick, David, Stevie, and Alexis each get a devastating moment that ends on such a high. Loved this.”

People like that are the only people here (@likerealpeopledo-on-ao3) “Warm yet complex Brewer family vibes, a gigantic treehouse, and Patrick coming to terms with his past at Thanksgiving. Plus the Roses! Doing Rose things! It’s a fic that helped me see how Patrick developed the flawed communication style he’s perfected and how sublime David is as a supportive partner (housewarming not included).”

Shot glass of tears (@blackandwhiteandrose) “There's just so much good stuff packed in a short fic. David in NYC is a whole mood but the way he feels things and even changes over this little bit of time is crazy. it's sad but it's not. I love that it ends knowing right where they'll pick up in Schitt's Creek.”

Too fast (@grapehyasynth) “I come back to this one all the time. David worrying about this date being wrong for him (mini-golf! who would think David would mesh well with mini-golf!) but realizing how much Patrick is trying, how hot he thinks Patrick is, and relaxing into it and letting himself be charmed while still agonizing over making sure he isn't messing things up with Patrick is so lovely.”

The touch of your hand makes my pulse react (pandorasdaydream) “This new RPF manages to create a vivid world where Dan and Noah are together and it's a world with both love and tenderness but also melancholy and jealousy. Highly recommend if you were one of those fans who did a side eye at Dan showing up drunk and enamored at Noah's London show.”

True Blue series (ayes)" An inventive, sweet & hot early-relationship AU in which David’s escape with Roland’s truck after the events of S1 ends with an encounter with friendly and generous goat farmer Clint Brewer (and his family) instead of the cranky Mennonites…. So David meets Patrick even before he’s worked at the Blouse Barn. The story includes hilarious appearances by the Roses and Stevie, is told from David’s (very anxious) PoV, and is as insightful & funny & satisfying as we all deserve. The series comes in two parts; both are worth devouring!"

Wild and Wooded (@lisamc-21) “This is everything I want in a non angsty AU fic. They meet, tease and banter, find a way to meet again, click boom, and a happy ending. Patrick is so earnest and wears his heart on his sleeve, not to mention those heart eyes. David knows that Patrick has something that he has never encountered before. He wants it, but history has him doubting. Great dialog, great intimate scenes, lovely story.”

#friends of farm witches fic recs #sc fanfic #sc fic rec #schitt's creek fanfic #schitts creek fic #schitt's creek fic #sc fic #david rose #patrick brewer #david x patrick #alexis rose #stevie budd

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j0kers-light · 4 months

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Hi! how do you think Joker would feel if reader was a runner? I’m not quite there yet but I hope to run a marathon at some point, so I end up having to spend a lot of time running. Which I don’t mind... but I get up before the sun rises and immediately go out to get my run in. Which I feel like J couldn't handle if he slept at the readers apartment that night. And I wonder if he'd be worried about reader being outside alone for long periods of time. I feel like races would be lonely for reader since he obviously couldn't just show up and cheer her on </3. And on a more personal note- I also wonder if he'd or if he'd notice the absurd amount of race t shirts i have 😂. And this is kind of a stupid thing I do, but sometimes I run when I’m sick. Even If have the flu or something I will still try to run it off, which I figure he wouldn’t approve of reader doing. And I’m very injury prone (very). So he might notice notice my slight Advil addiction lol

Sorry for the Kind of random a request. Maybe not a lot to write about, but I feel like I’ve never seen a story/headcannon about a reader who runs 🤔? I had this thought because the running shoes I like are soo expensive (especially when you have to buy them regularly 😵) and I thought of a scenario where he steals reader some shoes in bulk 😅. Anywho you don’t have to write all or any of this if you don’t care (this is basically a self insert of myself so change what you want) , I’m kinda rambling so this may not make any sense. And I love your stories btw 🩷

Hey hi anon!!!!! 🖤✨

You weren’t rambling love, I understood everything you said! AINT NOTHING WRONG WITH A SELF INSERT its why I'm here lol 🤭 thank you for sharing those tiny details, I shall follow them to the letter! Ah! Thank you for reading too!

Disclosure: I am not a runner and I have no idea about this topic so forgive me if anything is inaccurate. Did I drop what I was doing to fill this head canon? YES you're worth it! Representation matters so don’t hesitate to be self indulgent!

I hope you enjoy beloved! Keep runnin'! 🏃🏾‍♀️💨

With the clash of schedules-- Joker usually arrives at your apartment when you're stepping out for your morning run. You pass right by him and he's bewildered on where you're going this early in the day. The sun hasn't even risen yet and why aren't ya wearing anything?!?!! Your sports bra and jogger pants makes him seethe in anger. You look too sexy to be leaving the building!!

This poses a huge safety risk in Joker's mind because Gotham City is never safe but he knows by experience that this is the worst time to be out, alone! Why. Are. You. Out. Running. In. The. Dark? Looking like a defenseless snack? 👀 He flips out when you come back all sweaty yet energized. Whatever that means.... you still look hot. An easy target for sure.

He yells at you for putting yourself in danger until you explain that you're been training for the past few months and nothing has happened. How is it he’s just now noticing? Then you sheepishly explain the odd hours that you run. Mornings and/or nights with no protection whatsoever and Joker.exe stops working.

Joker takes no chances and assigns your security team to follow your training/run route effectively immediately. And as for your skimpy running attire? Girl.

You thought you owned enough race shirts. HA! Joker buys steals you modest running outfits but they do little to conceal your peaches (wink) or your killer legs, much to his dismay. You can wear a trash bag and still look sexy. He begrudgingly allows you to wear your tight outfits because they’re practical.

He stares you down anytime you do a warmup stretch before a run. Oh he'll stretch you out real good.... AHEM! Uh moving on..

Joker most definitely notices your hoard of running shoes. Just how many do you need and why are they so expensive? You explain that they wear down so quickly by running so you constantly need a new pair. Joker takes it upon himself (being the supportive partner that he is) to buy steal the entire store's supply of shoes in your size!

Imagine coming home to a mountain of shoe boxes and Joker's head poking around the corner. 😃 He's so proud of himself but you feel the oncoming headache. He's expressing his love through illegal, over the top gestures.... again. You love this idiot.

And speaking of grand gestures, since J can't attend your races— at least not publicly, he has become rather creative in showing his support. He bribes threatens people to cheer you on in his place or sets up unauthorized checkpoints along the route with banners, balloons, etc. with messages like ‘GO Y/N!’ or ‘Run faster, Bunny!’

It’s so embarrassing when the marathon speakers are hacked and the song, 'Track Star' by Mooski plays because Joker does not know the true meaning behind the lyrics! He just hears, 'she's a runner, she's a track star' and thinks it’s a compliment.

You almost forfeited the race when the urge to hide in shame hits you. The clown dedicated the song to you! Joker means well but this ain't it. The fireworks he rigged to go off when you won the race however were a sweet touch.

Little did you know— if you weren't expected to win, Joker had laughing gas on standby to poison the other runners so you could gain the lead as they fell behind laughing to death... His Bunny will win, no matter what. #SupportiveCrazyBF

Joker does not predict you sabotaging your own chances by running while sick. He doesn't understand your logic of ‘running your flu off.’ It doesn’t make any sense so he’s troubleshooting a plan to help you.

How did you sneak out!?! You should be at home, getting rest and fluids yet you’re knocking back Advil and pressing on like everything is fine. Let's just say Joker is more than furious with you love.

You knew Joker would eventually find out where you were. You shook off your security detail the moment he left and made it to the check in booth for the marathon while still under the weather.

It was just a seasonal flu. No biggie!

Joker was acting like a mother hen thinking you shouldn't lift a finger while sick and he even dressed up like a nurse to further prove just how serious he was about your health. He ordered you to stay in bed and rest— not sneaking out to attend a race. You knew he would be furious but what could he do once you started the competition?

They didn’t perform wellness checks so after everyone got into place and the starter gun went off, the race began.

It was Joker’s fault that he left his patient unattended. The race would only take a few hours and you would be back long before Joker returned from who knows what.

In hindsight, you didn't expect J and his goons to storm the pavilion where the registration booth and spectator zone were set up.

People were none the wiser when multiple vans pulled up, got out, and blended into the crowd. Only when Joker’s goons yielding guns and other weapons started wreaking havoc halfway into the race did things get crazy.

In the midst of the chaos, Joker casually walked up to your upcoming mile marker and waited for you to run by.

He'd only seen you run a handful of times but his keen eye instantly noticed you were more sluggish and less enthusiastic today. You were just going through the motions and looked ready to pass out.

No doubt because his Light was hardheaded and ran a marathon with a flu.

Good thing Joker was good at handling brats. He had no problem plucking you from thin air and hauling you (kicking and screaming) into his van. He hit the wall and it sped off back to your apartment in record time.

If you weren't sick maybe you would've had the energy to fight back more but Joker was able to swat your punches to his face away like a fly.

"J?! What the.. What is your problem!!?! You just ruined a charity race!" You coughed into your elbow as Joker watched in silence.

His face was unreadable and the both of you just swayed with the van's motion as it barreled through Gotham traffic.

Not a peep from your lover. This wasn't good. You were, in essence, in the principal's office. Joker went out of his way to snatch you— in broad daylight— from a public event and he had nothing to say. His intense gaze spoke volumes.

You immediately backtracked to save your skin.

"That wig looks great on you, J. It uh.. *cough* ahem, accentuates your features." You said weakly.

"Don't play with me, Y/n."

Oh. Government name. You f__ked up.

Joker ripped off his ginger wig and fluffed out his own hair underneath. It was a scare tactic, one that was working very well. He was prolonging the inevitable and you knew he was holding back the full severity of his anger.

Finally he licked his lips and spoke. "You wanna know whhhhhhhy it’s a bad idea to, run, while you’re sick hmm? Let’s see.. Respiratory problems, dizzy spells— tch, your accident prone a** can trip on thin air and crack ya head open. Do I need ta go on?"

He waved his hands at you until you shook your head meekly.

"Good! Now... if my Bunny had listeneddd to me.. and stayed in bed, your uhhh charity marathon? Wouldn't have been sabotaged. What's that saying of yours? Play stupid games, win stupid prizessss."

You turned your head in embarrassment but Joker reached over to turn it back towards him. Gone was his stern gaze and replaced with a much more softer expression.

"Think of it this way, Bunny. I came and supported my girl at her uh race." Joker cracked up laughing.

That was not the support you had in mind.

#thanks anon!#thanks for the ask!#i hope you enjoy #ledger joker x reader #joker x y/n #joker x reader #black!fem!reader #nurse joker #ledger joker #dark knight joker #reader insert #heath joker #swf headcanon #joker be so proud of his bunny omg #his lighthouse

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eilidh-eternal · 3 months

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funny story about caffeine induced insomnia...

when I was in high school (specifically when I was a junior/11th grader) I was in four AP classes and was also in a program that let juniors and seniors go to a tech school part time...so needless to say, I was a busy little bee.

Well, when you're a busy little bee and midterms and finals come around...time is a very precious commodity. so myself and a bunch of the other AP juniors came up with 2 very distinct drinks.

The suicide shot and insomnia chaser.

the suicide shot was coffee, as strong as you could get it, mixed with a redbull, you'd chug it, then take a 5 hour energy as a chaser.

this drink got me through every midterm, final, and project that year. I'd stay up for 3 days straight finishing projects, assignments, and studying. By the end of the 3 days of no sleep I'd be practically smelling colors, and normally I'd pass out for at least 24 hours once it finally wore off.

but sometimes, for some reason, the effects wanted to last longer than 3 days. so, because we weren't completely stupid (we were. this entire system is probably gonna be what kills me in 20 years lol) we came up with something to take after 3 days if we needed a swift end to our misery.

the insomnia chaser.

the insomnia chaser was less intense but just as effective in its desired purpose. you can choose your preferred sleepy time tea (mine is chamomile) mix in a large dose of nyquil, and pop one tablet of benadryl before drinking the tea. it was recommended you drink the tea while in bed because someone (not me for once) actually passed out standing up and got a concussion.

both the parents and teachers eventually found out about this, but were never able to stop it. we were too strong, and under too much pressure to succeed in an academic system that had failed us.

Anyways don't do any of this, but maybe pop a benadryl to help you sleep tonight. ily 💖💖💖

Definitely not, no…. Totally not gonna try that….

Eilidh lore below the cut🖤

Surprise, surprise…Eilidh was/still is a band kid lol

So, I was in colorguard, orchestra, AP and dual enrollment classes, and had a job junior and senior year in hs💀

Most of the other band kids had similar schedules, and we had a particular time of year that we lovingly referred to as Hell Week

Hell Week took place in early April and consisted of the following:

School as usual

25 hr/wk colorguard rehearsals as usual

SCGC Champions and WGI Regional Championships—semi-finals Saturday and finals Sunday—both held the same weekend in two different states. We would be at school Saturday at 6 am and get home at 1 am, then back by 4 am to rehearse before finals, usually over around 1 am lol (award ceremonies are ridiculously long)

Local middle school exhibition/recruitment show

Exhibition/recruitment show for our school

An Orchestra/Concert Band competition that I cannot for the life of me remember the name of

And the following weekend is WGI World Championships, 3 grueling, challenging, exhausting days of comp but so so soooo worth it

Happy Hell Week🙃

(I learned to function on about two hours of sleep since sophomore year and have since then never gotten more than about 4 hours a night💀)

#eilidh’s asks #Eilidh lore #Happy Hell Week #don’t try this at home

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venus-haze · 8 months

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you have to tell us more about the concert omg???

I’m putting this under the cut because I know I’ll be rambling!

Okay so I got to the venue kinda late as far as general admission pit goes but it worked out for me because people started getting confused about the lines, and some people left the line but I stayed put and ended up like the second GA person to get in lol. All the VIP people (which I wasn’t) were allowed in early, which is fine! Except half the people at the barrier where these tall dudes. So fucking inconsiderate. I wore boots that gave me a few inches (I’m 5’2”) but it was like you could seriously see fine behind shorter people but I have to see the back of your head? Tall dudes are so overhyped in general and also from personal dating experience lmao.

I ended up shuffling around a little a got a better view! I was like a little to the right of the center of the stage, and Slash hung out there a lot which was so cool! He was very much in the zone and didn’t look up at the crowd often, but I mean, he’s Slash. Duff would wander over too, and he was so fun and dare I say a little flirty? I don’t know, I got that confident vibe from him whenever he smiled that like he knows he’s a hot dad lol.

And then…Axl! Axl my beloved! He was running all over the stage and you could just tell he was having a lot of fun, he was born to be a frontman, ya know? Also he sounded incredible! I think he does a good job of adjusting the songs to fit his current vocal range (he did struggle with a few, I kinda noticed it with the higher notes in Sweet Child O’ Mine, but everyone was singing along so it’s not like it really mattered?) He sang Pretty Tied Up and I was like🥰🫠🤭 but the energy during Rocket Queen was insane and I’m probably biased because that’s one of my favorite songs of theirs and HE SMILED AT ME! Granted I was waving and screaming along when he came over to where I was standing so I was hard to miss lol. Ugh and he looks so good too! We need more older Axl content he’s still hot, I don’t care!!

I didn’t take a ton of photos or videos, to be honest because I didn’t wanna be on my phone the whole time! Also these two guys got into a fight so security had to break it up and make them leave, and then this one guy was being such an asshole like trying to push further to the front even though he was tall!! I had to yell at him because he was blocking this poor girl from seeing anything, she must have been in middle school or something because she was tiny and with her parents. Like how hard is it to not be a dick?

Anyway, it was such a fun night! I don’t think I’d do pit again just because of how short I am😅 It was so worth it for Guns N’ Roses though🖤 It was an amazing experience to get to see my favorite band (AND AXL!!) up close like that!

#ask tag

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el-michoacano · 1 year

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in the sunset hour

Just a little lacho moment from the not-so-terrible part of Something Unforgivable! 🖤

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"I think," Nacho said as they drove back to Lalo's hacienda, the music turned up and the windows rolled down, "I hate Don Eladio."

Lalo looked at him for a long moment, his dark-coffee eyes wide. Then he laughed, the sound light and startled. He had a great laugh when it was genuine, and Nacho scolded himself for thinking so. "No one likes Don Eladio," Lalo said, unbothered. He had his arm resting along the edge of the window, wind playing through the silvery streak in his hair. The early sunset light suited him well, gilding his features in gold. Nacho looked away. The tips of his ears were hot. Fuck. "It's about respect."

Acá Entre Nos was playing over the radio, Vicente Fernández's voice ringing out through the speakers. "Que pa' probarles de tus besos me olvide," he sang, his voice full of longing, "y me bastaron unos tragos de tequila."

Nacho kept his eyes on the road, but he was keenly aware of Lalo watching him. It raised goosebumps along the back of his neck, and he drummed his fingers against the steering wheel to try and distract himself. It didn't help.

"You had me worried for a minute there," Lalo eventually said. His voice was soft, like it was some great secret he was confessing, like it was a crime to worry, like it was unforgivable to care. Did he care? Nacho doubted that very much. "I don't like to worry, y'know? Only makes things worse."

Speaking a confession of his own, Nacho replied, "I worry a lot."

"I know!" There was laughter in Lalo's voice again. It was less warm this time, less genuine. He touched the spot between his own eyebrows with the callused tip of his middle finger, saying, "You've got this little wrinkle right here." He let his hand fall, turning his dark, dark eyes out the window again. The sunset light lit them up like gold. "You're too pretty to let yourself wrinkle so early, Nachito."

Nacho wasn't sure if that was an insult or a compliment, but his heart flip-flopped stupidly in his chest all the same.

"No te he dejado de adorar," Vicente Fernández crooned, his voice low and soft, and Nacho tried and failed not to take the lyrics to heart. "Alla en mi triste soledad."

Outside, the sun was just touching the horizon, streaking the sky with orange and pink and gold. It had been a long day, and the weight of it had settled atop Nacho's shoulders like a cloak of lead. He asked, "What would've happened if I didn't impress him?"

"Who, Eladio?" No Don, no respect in Lalo's voice. Was his esteem really that shallow? "He'd have killed you, probably."

Nacho echoed, softly, "Probably." It wasn't comforting.

"Don't look so worried," Lalo chuckled, his voice going flat-out cold now. He was still smiling, though it didn't reach his eyes. It sent a not-unpleasant chill racing down Nacho's spine, and he hated himself for it. "Besides, there are worse things he could have done than just kill you."

A fate worse than death, Nacho thought. If the plan went well, by tomorrow morning, Lalo would be dead. But he wasn't wrong: Don Eladio would do far worse than just have Nacho killed for getting Lalo taken out.

Maybe he should have just told Eladio how he really felt.

Maybe he should tell Lalo how he really felt. He could say, You're an arrogant, soulless pig. He could say, You don't deserve the luxuries you have at your disposal. He could say, I hate the way you look at me like I'm actually worth something.

He said, "It's gonna be a long night."

#lacho #lalo salamanca #nacho varga #ignacio varga #better call saul #bcs #my bcs #lalo x nacho

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deleteddewewted · 2 years

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May I please request sour with Bakugou? After a really horrible argument in public, the reader gets in a fatal car accident after they run away from him on to the road pls?

Sour: Resolution

Bakugou x Gn! Reader

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W: Major Character Death, Angst, Misunderstandings, Pain

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Date nights used to be these serene moments between the both of you, just filled to brim with love as you enjoyed each other’s company. Bakugou would plan in advance to make sure that he had at least 2 days off to enjoy it with you. He was usually pent and because of that, he would let it out via a romantic dinner and passionate sex after the fact. He was excited to spend his days off with you but date night was very different. It was the chance to be primal with you, to remind you and himself that you belong together. This relationship was worth all of the years of cultivation you both had put into it. But just like every other regular relationship there were downs. Bakugou prided himself in not arguing with you often, it was rare to end up having a fight about anything between the two of you but when you did argue it was always devastating. He usually felt that he was in the right because of his pride but he would quickly rationalize and apologize. He didn't like the idea of not being close to you and arguing was the only thing that made the distance suck even more. He was able to reflect on himself and he was able to accept that he was wrong, so why didn’t it work this time? Why didn’t his “I’m sorry” work?

The day started off great, he woke up with you in his arms and he left you to go into the agency early. It was his last day before going into his two-day break and that same night you were both going out to eat at a restaurant that you’d been dying to try out. He thought everything was fine, why wouldn’t it be, but your face, once he got out of the agency, said otherwise. You were frowning, a furious expression ever-present, and your skin was flushed. Your eyes looked red, almost as if you had been crying prior to meeting him, and your lip wobbled as you spoke.

“Katsuki, what the fuck is this?” You shoved your phone into his face and confronted him with a picture that some paparazzi took of him and Uraraka leaving the agency. It would have been a normal picture if it weren’t for the fact that his hand was on his lower waist and the pose that they were both in looked like they were kissing. He knew that it looked bad and he certainly could get the security camera footage to prove that your assumption and the press assumptions were false, but he was just too exhausted to bother.

Bakugou reached out for you instead, his hands searching for your wrist so that he can pull you in closer to him. He tried to hold you in his arms but you struggled against him, pushing against his chest in an attempt to create distance.

“S-Stop- fucking cut it out! I’m trying to explain!” He let you go since you continued to struggle but he kept himself near you so that you could still feel his presence.

“NO! I don’t want to hear shit from you! How fucking dare you do this to me? To us!?” You turned to walk away but he once again grabbed you by the arm, this time his grip was firmer and harsher. His gloved hand was warm and it only grew warmer as he became agitated with your behavior. You were crying again and it only worsened the way he attempted to calm you down.

A group of people began to form around you both and the voices and looks that you receiving was too much. You felt suffocated the space suddenly being too constricted on your person. You pulled out of your boyfriend’s grasp and ran away from the crowd. Bakugou attempted to chase after you but cameras and prints of himself were shoved into his face before he had the chance to. You were distressed and you were crying. The likelihood of you getting hurt was higher and he needed to go stop you before you got injured by accident. He pushed and shoved anyone who got too close and ran after you. He heard a commotion in the distance and followed it. Nothing else on his mind other than getting you somewhere safe where he could explain himself and everything that was happening. He noticed a crash up ahead, a car was stopped in the middle of the intersection and a crowd had also formed around the vehicle. He pushed past the wall of people and ushered some away since there could be injured individuals who needed assistance. He walked to the front of the car and noticed an arm coming from under it. On the wrist was a silver bracelet with orange and red stones dangling from it. He knelt beside the person and hurriedly attempted to pull them out from under the car. Blood had pooled and trickled out of the person’s skull, their hair becoming wet and slicked against their scalp. He watched as his vision blurred and warm trickles of tears began to flow down his cheeks. Kirishima and other heroes who had received notice of the accident from civilians ran and lifted the car up from the person and watched in horror as Bakugou let out a guttural sob. Your eyes were gazing at the sky without a single thought behind them and your legs were broken and scrapped due to the impact of being hit by the car. Your phone was discarded beside you and your once flushed skin was slowly losing its color. Bakugou tried to reach for you again, to pull you in close while your body still retain some heat but the paramedics quickly came and placed you on the gurney. Kirishima tried consoling Bakugou but the latter pushed him aside and rushed to get into the ambulance with the paramedics who were attending to you.

#bakugou x reader #bakugou x y/n #bakugou x gn!reader #ask #dd answers #dd speaks #mha #bnha #my hero academia

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monstersandmaw · 2 years

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MA’AM ( astonished-ly, not necessarily gendered(-ly?))

First brava, you made good on your promise of tooth rotting fluffy smut twice over. Like exceeded expectations then doubled back and did it again.

Not to continued singing the same praises over and over but really the depth you give your characters is just so beautiful. Gabe is so conscious of Odessa’s feelings and responses and her confort and safety is such a priority to him it makes me want to weep. He’s such a good boy (30% pun intended— also the one dog joke a day allowance made me laugh). Both Gabe and Odessa compliment and respect each other. Gabe seems a lot less shy and reserved I feel like now that Odessa knows his secret it’s such a weight off his chest that he can be more of his true self. And Odessa seeing Gabes reaction to HOW HOT AND JUST PERFECT SHE IS is a shot of confidence and helping rebuild her self image after her shitty had broken her self worth down.

I loved how they kept changing positions during the night but were always cuddled up somehow, very soft and ‘aww’. (Cue the 🥺🥺 face while I was reading it). Also like the erm…. Tasting… aspect while yes um very hot, it was also like really intimate and sweet how Gabe immediately dismissed what may have built up as an insecurity from the past relationship. And the “don’t think about him” we loveeeeee to see itttttttt.

I’m so happy for both of them they deserve each other so much. Nothing but the best for them. Just so good so pure.

Really excited to see Odessa interact with the dogs, they are in a way Gabes chosen family and I’m a little scared but really curious how the whole different lives situation gets resolved when Odessa’s vacation is over. Sorry to have made this all so long I really could just continue talking about it for longer. Thank you for such a fast update I really did not expect it, it feels like a early birthday present jusssssst for meeeee🥰🥰🥰 but really you spoil us all.

I’m sorry you’ve received bad news. Thank you for posting this for us early but I really hope it wasn’t more pressure on yourself. The last thing you deserve is to be overwhelmed with writing during a difficult time. As always you have all my gratitude and appreciation and some cake🍰🍰💕

Anon, I am undone by your kindness. Thank you.

Gabe is definitely relieved to be able to be his wolfy self more around Odessa, but he’s also scared of freaking her out with it, I think. The dogs are definitely his chosen family now, and they will play a bigger part in the next few chapters. I can’t wait to share it with you!

As for what comes after her holiday, that’s plotted out already for ‘season two’ as it were, fear not. There’s so much planned plot going on here Im a bit intimidated to tackle it! Haha.

As for the bad news, it’s my step-dad’s condition taking another turn for the worse. It’s a downward slope from here, and it’s getting steeper with each passing week. We don’t know what the timescale is really, and I don’t know how long he has left, and that honestly terrifies me. He’s been a second father to me all my life, teaching me so much and accepting me and loving me almost more than his own three daughters since i was a very small child, and I’m honesty devastated to be facing the prospect of life without him there.

This ask made me smile and wibble and laugh and cry, in all the best ways, and I’m so so grateful that you took the time to let me know how much you enjoyed my story. Thank you from the bottom of my wibbly-wobbly heart. 🖤

#werewolf #gabe & odessa #grief #terminal illness #anon ask

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galedekarios · 2 years

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Would you say that Baldur's Gate III is worth buying during early access?

i am not going to show you the absurd amount of hours i have poured into the game thus far, anon, BUT as much as i want to say yes because of that, it would entirely depend on what you are looking for as an experience.

bg3 gives you a lot to enjoy, but it's by no means a finished product. there's bugs, there's underdeveloped characters, there's questlines that remain open-ended for now, there's a limited space to explore and you will run into dead ends, there's some jank, there might be changes that you like and changes that you won't like down the line as it is still developed.

larian is relatively silent about their development with the exception of streaming their panels from hell every few months or so. there is no road map. a release date is set tentatively for sometime next year.

you also have to keep in mind that you are paying the price for the full game in advance. it is 60 bucks even for early access right now.

if you are ok with that, there is a lot to enjoy, however:

you get a relatively expansive character creator with different races, classes, background, voices and, of course, various cosmetical options -- and there's still more coming.

the companions in bg3 are all very distinct and unique, most of them from what we have at the moment are well-written and fleshed out, revealing their motivations, the beginnings of their quest and the beginning of their friendship/romance paths. the voice actors across the board are amazing and, what i love most, is that they all have their own unique body language.

that attention to detail is something you find along the entirey of the early access.

i don't want to spoil plot points for you so i will only say that the early access sets up a lot of intriguing plot points that i hope we can fully follow up and explore once the game is released in its entirety.

the turn-based combat itself is fun for me and very complex, it allows for a lot of freedom to think and decide how you defeat an enemy, but the expansive dialogue options also allow you to avoid many fights if you are so inclined.

there is a lot to explore and, what's more, your exploration will be rewarded.

what also may be important is that you do not need to have played the previous games to understand or get into this one. it certainly hopes, but it's not necessary.

overall, like i said, i, personally, would whole-heartedly recommend it, but it depends on what you expect from it. there are many pros and cons to be had here.

still, i hope that helps! 🖤

ps: i found this spoiler-free before you buy vid you could watch if you're interested! it's a bit outdated, but overall still a good way to get a glimpse and perhaps make up your mind.

#if you have any more questions just let me know #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #vg: baldur‘s gate3 #series: baldur's gate #text: misc #text: asks #text: personal

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gretelshelby · 2 years

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Mr. Fischer

Pairing: Robert Fischer x Reader

Warnings: fluff, suggestive behavior, the million dollar man

Word Count: 3641

Summary: Robert Fischer’s personal driver, Mr. Sullivan is not feeling well and cannot make it to work so he sends his daughter, Y/N, to drive Mr. Fischer around for the day.

Disclaimer: You don't need to have watched Inception to read this. All you need to know is that Robert is the son of a successful business man, he's broken, and has a lot of money

A/N: Alright here’s my 400 follower gift (THANK YOU) of Robert Fischer to my loves. I created a fictitious company in this fic to make the story flow. I am in love with this idea idk how it just occurred to me. I personally think we need much more of him :( and his poor baby broken mind 🖤

“Good morning Mr. Fischer,” the hotel concierge greeted Robert as he strolled out of the golden metallic elevator doors fixing his cuffs.

"Morning Elizabeth, " he nodded at her as he made his way to the front doors.

"Mr. Fischer, Mr. Sullivan could not make it today but we have gotten a replacement driver for the time being. The car is outside and ready."

"Thank you Chris," Robert sighed getting annoyed already being bombarded with business so early in the morning.

"Mr. Fischer! Your coffee, sir" his assistant came in scurrying from the hotel's café to the side of the entrance doors.

"It's alright Amelia, you can have it for yourself, " he stopped in front of the glass doors to fix his sharply styled locks of hair.

"Oh.. thank you Mr. Fischer, I'll pay you back then."

"No need Amelia," he chuckled to himself looking down at his dark pearl and silver Rolex. "Go get yourself some breakfast too, enjoy your morning." He looked up and smiled at her. He felt sorry for her. Out of all places to work she chose the most morbid thing she could, trying to keep up with Robert's own constant business dealings. Dreadful, he thought. He would've paid a large sum of money to have someone replace him for a day. And besides, a smart and diligent woman like her could invest her energy elsewhere. She would get her money's worth.

Walking out of the abnormally tall glass doors of the upscale hotel, Robert breathed in the morning city air and sunshine that already bore down through the skyscrapers of Los Angeles. Waiting in front of the entrance was Robert's sparkling black Range Rover, back door held open by the valet. He stepped inside his ride and exhaled a breath he didn't know he was holding in.

"Have a nice day Mr. Fischer, " said the valet shutting the door as Robert nodded and leaned back on the headrest and shut his eyes.

"So I'm taking you to PowerX Industrial for a business meeting at 10?" you asked looking up at the rearview mirror examining Robert for the first time in real life. Your father had told you stories about the million dollar man he drove around every day but you never thought he'd be so attractive- and young. All of a sudden the black pencil skirt you chose to wear today was a little too short, and the silk sky blue blouse was too tight.

Robert opened his eyes and looked up at you from the back seat with a questioning expression masking his beautiful face. Waiting for his verbal response, you turned on the engine and transitioned to drive ready to go.

"I'm sorry, who are you?"

"Just.. yes or no, PowerX Main Building?" you pressed on.

"Yes, yes PowerX Industrial Main Building, twenty fourth fucking floor," he spoke out aggressively making you uncomfortable. You nodded to yourself and drove out onto the street knowing the exact direction to go. You took it upon yourself from the night before to memorize the roads to the building, because you were told Robert Fischer was a very busy man.

"So who are you again?" He asked straightening up in his seat once you had reached a stoplight.

"Y/N Sullivan" you answered focusing on the road and trying to ignore your shaking arms.

"Y/N Sullivan" he whispered your name and chuckled to himself.

"Mr. Sullivan's daughter then? He's mentioned you before."

"Oh he has, has he? All good things I hope," you joke turning the left blinker on waiting for the green turn signal above the 4-way intersection. There was just enough time to catch Robert's eyes in the rearview mirror that were already watching you.

"Yes, all good thi- actually no, you're the one with the annoying boyfriend? Yea, and the insane work schedule?" He raised his eyebrows at the mirror watching you tense in your seat.

"Yeah, sure, that's me," you rolled your eyes. "And he's not my boyfriend, he's just a guy who doesn't know what he wants," you add unsure why you felt the need to. In any case, Robert nodded his head and looked out the window smiling to himself.

“Just don’t crash my car,” he sighed as he caught you gripping the steering wheel with your knuckles turning white. You nodded nervously looking ahead.

A few minutes later you reached your destination and parked the Range Rover in front of the enormously tall business building. A new valet dressed in a silky black suit opened Robert’s door to let him out as you looked around the street to see where you would actually park the car to wait for him.

Robert stood outside the car for a moment speaking to the valet before handing a wad of cash to the man and stepped forward fixing his suit. Then suddenly, your scavenge for a parking place was interrupted by the valet opening your door.

“Miss, Mr. Fischer would like you to accompany him inside,” he said making way for you to exit the car.

“But- I- I have to park the-“

“It’s alright Miss,” he smiled down at you and extended his arm to lead you out. You turned in your seat to see Robert waiting patiently by the curb for you.

“I- thank you sir,” you shook your head and smiled, grabbing your purse and carefully stepping out of the too tall vehicle. The man bowed and allowed you to walk around the car before getting in and driving away.

You made your way next to Robert and straightened yourself next to him.

“Didn’t want to leave the car?” He asked smiling and raising his eyebrows.

“No, she’s precious, ” you answered still unsure why he preferred the valet to take the car instead of yourself. Did he not trust you with it?

“It’s alright Y/N, I have others,” he joked and placed his hand on your back. For a moment you felt like the two of you were already a pair. You shouldn't have, but you did. You also shouldn't have enjoyed the pressure of his hand on your back as much as you did. He was literally a millionaire business man, you were his driver.

“Let’s go, I shouldn't be late,” he stepped forward pressing you forward with him through the doors of the building before retreating his hand back to himself. You clenched your jaw trying to hide the small smile forming on your lips.

"Mr. Fischer, are you sure this is appropriate? I mean - "

"Yes, the meeting shouldn't take so long, there's a nice restaurant and bar you can wait at until I'm finished. It's on the third floor. I'll come back to get you."

You nodded silently struggling to take in his words as you followed him through the elevators.

The inside of the enclosed capsule was fashioned with intricate metallic triangles on all three walls pulling your attention and distracting you momentarily as Robert pressed the shiny button labeled 3 on the elevator and the doors slid closed. He stood beside you, perhaps too closely but you didn't mind, except for your strongly beating heart clouding your thoughts.

Right before the elevator dinged to a stop at the third floor, Robert handed you one of his credit cards and slid it through your fingers, making sure to lightly brush his thumb over the top of your hand, enough for it to be considered an accident.

"Use it, get whatever you like. I'll be very upset if you don't," he declared staring through your eyes. You blushed and sent him a smile before stepping out.

"Alright Mr. Fischer," you tilted your head down in a bow as the doors began closing.

"You better use it!" Robert called out pointing his finger at you raising his brows again as the doors finally shut between the two of you.

You stood there for a while staring down at the card. You ran your thumb over the piece of skin his hand grazed over when he gave it to you. Your hand still felt warm like his touch was still there and lingering. But of course it wasn’t and you were just imagining things.

Finally you walked over to one of the tables and ordered yourself a cup of coffee and a tasty looking Apple strudel since you hadn’t eaten breakfast yet.

***

About an hour later, the elevator sounded to a stop once again, one of the many times it already had made that annoying sound.

In the beginning you were adamant on always peering up to check if whoever walked out of the elevator was indeed Robert or not. You occupied yourself with a pen and napkin and began drawing little nothings waiting for him. It seemed that the meeting wasn’t as quick as Robert thought it would be.

Getting increasingly annoyed at yourself straining your eyes to the elevator every time you heard it’s ding, you decided to turn around and sit facing away from the doors themselves. You continued sketching on the napkin and ordered yourself a second cup of coffee.

However mixed with the pleasant music and aroma of your hot brewed coffee came a new hum of voices coming from behind you.

Their voices were deep, men of course. You paid them no mind but their voices were getting closer and out of curiosity you turned around to see what was going on.

It was just a mass of walking expensive and well ironed suits.

“Lunch is on me, gentlemen. I need to thank you for coming out today and for a successful meeting,” one of the taller men announced catching your eye. He smiled at you ignoring the others around him continuing their talk about business.

“Go ahead and pick a table,” the man looking at you said to the others as he veered in your direction. He was handsome, there was no lying about it, but he wasn’t the one you were searching for.

Finally you sighed and looked back down at your napkin of scribbles and continued adding a few scratches of freckles on the face you sketched out.

All of a sudden, however you felt a hand on your shoulder as Robert pulled up a chair beside you and took a seat.

“I’m sorry that took so long,” he let out taking a deep breath and closing his eyes momentarily.

“You really need a better reference of time,” you joked taking another sip of your coffee before realizing that Robert wasn’t in the same mood he had left you this morning in.

“Is that me Y/N?” He quietly asked observing your sketch of something that looked like his eyes and nose.

“Oh um, yea” you stammered. “You did take quite a while,” you pulled the napkin away from the table to stuff it in your pocket when he reached out to grab your wrist.

“No wait, let me see,”

His grasp, although stronger at first, loosened as a pleasant warmth spread up your arm.

"Please," he said trying to find your eyes while you looked down at his hand adorned with that very pretty watch on his own wrist.

While you were making up your mind on whether to show him or not, the tall man who saw you earlier approached your table.

"Well hello again Robert- hello Miss..?" he looked at you inquisitively waiting for your response, meanwhile you were fully focused on the sigh the left Robert chest.

"Sullivan," you said painting a vibrant smile on your face and looked up at the man.

"What's Robert here going on about now?" he tried saying in a kind voice but there was sarcasm dripping from his words. It was obvious to you the meeting probably didn't go so well for Robert.

"We were discussing were we would go to spend the rest of our afternoon together," you beamed adjusting your hand and taking Robert's as you stood from the table pulling Robert delightfully along with you.

The man was scanning over your body now as Robert smiled and pulled you closer by wrapping his arm behind your waist.

"Have a nice lunch Ryan," he teased knowing full well that the other man did not want him at his lunch gathering but probably wanted you.

"Nice to meet you Miss. Sullivan," he held out his hand to you but you were already well on your way to the elevators with Robert.

"You too," you called back trying to hold in your giggles as Robert squeezed your waist making you squirm.

He pressed the button to go down and both of you waited in silence until the doors opened to a crowded elevator. You entered nonetheless, Robert letting you walk in first. He shot a friendly smile to the others inside as he placed his hands on either side of your waist and squeezed behind you, letting himself fully brush against your backside. You looked down smiling at yourself realizing the firm parts of him you had just felt.

Walking out of the building, you stopped him by the side of the door and looked up into his burning blue eyes.

"Yes?"

You simply smiled at him. "That was very nonchalant of you Mr. Fischer."

"I don't know what you're talking about," he lied staring emotionlessly through your eyes. You nodded accepting defeat.

"Yea no, me neither," you said as the valet pulled up in Robert's car and walked over.

"Have a nice day Mr. Fischer," he said handing Robert the keys as you stepped forward to take them.

"Thank you," Robert answered back watching your confusion.

"Robert, I'm here to drive you," you protested seriously.

"You were in the morning,"

"It's still morning,"

He looked down at his watch and tilted his head. "No, I don't think so"

You shook your head getting annoyed as he stepped forward and opened the passenger seat door for you and held out his hand.

"C'mon Miss. Sullivan, hop in," you shook your head but gladly took his hand.

"Why are you doing this?" you asked before you stepped in.

"Because I like you," he flashed an expression of grave concern to you. Like it was astonishing that you didn't already know.

“And where are we going?” You asked genuinely curious where he was going to take you.

“Shopping.”

“Shopping?”

“You have my card, you’re going to use it.” He said with a sort of finality before gently closing the door behind you.

***

After several hours of scavenging around countless of very expensive stores and Robert spending incredulous sums of money on anything that he saw caught your eye, you finally arrived back to his hotel.

You were both walking down a long corridor searching for the number of his room as he followed behind you. He insisted he carried all of the bags for you, because he didn't "want you to collapse" as he put it. It was probably for the better but he looked ridiculous with bags hanging off his forearms and all hands occupied.

"Here," he said as you almost walked past the door. You stopped in your tracks noticing he hadn't given you his key card to the room.

"Um Robert..." you stammered turning around to find him watching you patiently.

"Oh right, sorry,” he shook his head. “It's in my wallet, left pocket” he nodded down at his pants. Was he really about to make you fish his wallet out of his pocket? As conflicted you were with your own feelings about your father’s boss, you realized you’d already gotten too far in. You were opening is hotel suite’s room for Christ’s sake, and he invited you to do so as well.

He stood in front of you defiantly with his chest out and back straight even though he looked like an expensive Christmas tree with presents hanging over his arms.

You finally collected yourself and reached down to his left pocket just how he told you so. Carefully you dipped your hand down and felt around for his wallet. As excruciatingly embarrassed you felt, Robert just stood quietly looking down on you from his taller frame. His cologne that had been wafting around you here and there throughout the day was now drowning you in pleasure and you could feel the warmth radiating off of him because of how close you stood in front of him.

Pulling out his wallet, you stepped back afraid to look back up at him. Afraid that you did something wrong. However you did, look up at him and you were simply met with a certain type of kindness in his eyes.

“Go on, open the door,” he urged you on.

You took a deep breath and tapped the card to the door and it clicked open. Slowly pushing down on the handle you stepped through the door. It looked like the inside of a golden, white and red palace. Pure royalty. Huge windows, tall curtains, wooden tables, and glass vases with bright red roses.

“This is beautiful,” you gasped quietly taking everything in.

“Right?” You felt him step closer and press his chest to your back.

“Now if you would like to... enter the room,” his deep voice chuckled into your ear.

“Yes of course,”

You walked in and slowly spun around taking the room in. Robert, coming in from behind made his way straight to the bedroom and placed the bags down next to the perfectly made bed. He came back finding you sitting on the couch too occupied with looking at the leg carvings on the table.

He stood there, leaned against the doorway watching you. He didn't know exactly what he was doing with you, or why he brought you back to his room or even why he bought you everything he possibly could. He hadn't had a girlfriend in years. Or even a fling. He simply didn't have the time for that kind of pleasure in life anymore. It always work, work, work. He lived in luxury but he didn't have the time to actually be happy. Spending the day with you he realized what his life was actually robbed of, love and the little pleasures of life. Having a wife and a family just seemed like some distant fantasy that was too unrealistic. He swore to himself long ago that he would keep such unfortunate thoughts out of his mind. They were simply distractions. Make believe stories that would never come true. But today, he felt different with you. It felt weird to him to let loose with someone he barely even knew. He wanted to spend all his money on you. He bought all those clothes to dress you up, see you light up when you tried them on. All day you had basically been running a fashion show for him. And he enjoyed it. He hated shopping. He never did it for himself, it was always somebody else's job under Robert's employment to do that for him.

So Robert Fischer stood there, admiring your innocence as you ran your fingers over the engravings on the coffee table.

"Y/N?"

You looked up finding his eyes and froze.

"Come here and get dressed."

"What? Where are we going?" you stood and walked over to him.

"We're going to dinner, and then I'll buy you a drink, and then I'll drive you home."

You didn't know how to respond.

"That's if you want to of course," he said quietly placing his hand on your ear and stroking his thumb on your cheek sending a gentle rush of warmth to your face.

"Yea, I want to," you whispered not able to speak up any louder.

"Put on your new favorite dress," he smiled picturing you in the navy blue silk fabric you had showed off to him earlier that day, The dress had a long split starting at the top of the right thigh that ran all the way down to the end of it.

"Why don't you get it out for me, you know which one it is," you managed to say after taking a few moments to take in the freckles spotted across the bridge of his nose. His lips curled and he pulled your face closer moving his hand behind your neck.

"I grant favors only if I get a kiss."

You stood there getting impatient with all of his flirting. He was being so blatantly clear with what he wanted that it confused you.

"How many of those do you need?" you asked.

"As many as I can get," he whispered in your ear overwhelming you with the scent of his cologne once again forcing you to step even closer to him. There was no space left between the two of you anymore. Your thighs pressed to his, and you could feel his heart beat against your chest.

He pressed his cheek to yours breathing in the scent of shampoo still in your hair before running a gentle trail of soft kisses from your cheek to your lips, each one lingering longer than the last until he finally reached your lips. You pressed your lips to his, taking in their sweet wetness and delicacy. They stuck together after you pulled away and his taste of him still lingered on your lips making you press your lips onto his again and again. Small groans left his throat vibrating through your hands as you held his face.

You hooked your fingers through the back of his suspenders and you felt him smile into your lips.

"You have anything to match my dress Robert?" you asked innocently keeping yourself pressed against him and spinning him around to the room.

"Yes, yes I do," he pulled back letting you push him back to the bed.

"Then let's get dressed shall we?"

Tagged: @look-at-the-soul (I hope you like this :))

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itsybitchylittlewitchy · 3 years

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The illusion of Victory- Part 3

Thanks everyone for your patience! I've been dealing with some mental health things that's made me not want to write as much!

I'm doing a lot better now though! Hopefully they'll be more regular now!

I want to say a massive thank you to @lokifantasies for helping me with this part and for collaborating with me to incorporate one of her characters into my story very soon!

My master post is here with all the other parts!

Pairing: Loki x Female reader

Summary: You are Y/N the Goddess of Victory, after killing Thanos on Knowhere, the Time Variants Authority abduct you and Loki the God of Mischief and ask for your help in capturing a rogue variant. Yours and Loki's future child.

Word count: 1.5K

Warnings: SMUT (18+ Don’t make me ban you horny teens) oral sex, male receiving

Any Likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated! Thank you for all the love so far. You guys are amazing! 🖤💚🖤

Let me know if you want me to keep writing more! And if you want added to the tag list!

@word-addict-lisette @with-inked-solace @queen-of-mischief @faraum @xaquarianqueenx @donttouchmylaevateinn

You stirred from your sleep, feeling Loki’s arms tight around your waist and his hot breath on your back. Then you remembered everything. You are Y/N, Goddess of victory, stuck in some time cell accused of “Crimes against the sacred timeline “or whatever the hell that even means. Then the organization that essentially kidnapped you both had the audacity to ask for your and Loki’s help after showing you your future child is running around killing their time agents. However, from your limited interaction with them, you were beginning to understand why someone might want to massacre them. You had been here less than 24 hours, and you had already considered killing them multiple times, especially the bitchier version of you, who you swore you would assassinate if she so much as flirted in Loki’s general direction again.

“Wakey wakey variants,” Cordi grinned, standing behind the shimmering orange doorway.

“Shit, I must have thought your name so many times that I summoned your ugly ass,” you quipped, smirking up at Cordi.

“Cute, but you’ve got studying to be getting on with,” she grinned smugly, tilting her head and running her pen along the bars on the window on the door. You shot her a look that would kill a man dead, were you not stuck in this magicless hell hole. You nudged Loki, waking him from his slumber. His bright blue eyes sleepily blinked to look up at you.

“Time to get up, sleepyhead. My evil twin wants us.”

“It’s too early for threesome’s Y/N,” Loki sleepily groaned, grabbing your waist and rolling back over in bed. “Seriously, Lo, we need to get up before she comes back. She wants us to study apparently, but unless it’s how to stab her in her stupid face, I’m not sure I want to learn anything from that bitch”, you said while shaking the sleepy god - standing up to head over to look at the pile of clothes designated for you. Loki smirked as he caught you staring at his chiselled body as he began to sit up in bed. “Darling, if you keep staring at me like that you know I’ll have to put something in that adorable mouth of yours to stop you drooling,” Loki smirked.

“Why don’t you?” you winked, reaching forward to pull down his trousers, unleashing his hardened cock and letting it slap off his toned abdomen.

“Such a needy little slut this morning,” Loki growled as your hot breath made his cock twitch - making you smirk as you began teasing him by suckling at the tip of his throbbing cock,tasting the pre-cum, and swirling your tongue over the tip.

You loved having him at your mercy like this. Hot, naked, frustrated, and horny. It almost made being trapped in this shithole worth it...almost. Loki grabbed hold of your hair, pulling your mouth further down his cock and fucking your face. He thrust his hips forward - his cock hitting the back of your throat as he chased his pleasure - making you hum with satisfaction. That was enough to send him over the edge as he moaned out your name - painting the back of your throat with his hot, sticky cum. You quickly stood up with his cum still on your tongue and kissed him passionately - letting him taste himself on your tongue, and making him moan into your kiss.

“As hot as standing here watching you two fuck would be…” Cordi’s dulcet tones interrupted you and Loki making out.

“Unless you want me to come in there and take over, get your asses dressed and be ready in five minutes,” Cordi winked, her eyes never leaving Loki’s naked form - the act making your blood boil. Begrudgingly, you dressed in your assigned clothes - a vintage fitted white shirt, a pair of high waisted black trousers, a purple necktie, and a set of purple pumps. Adorably, Loki’s outfit was the exact same, apart from his trousers were brown, and he had a green necktie and laced dress shoes.

Once Cordi returned to your shared cell, she escorted you both down the nauseating orange corridors until you arrived in a small office area filled with cubicles, ancient looking computers, and a creepy orange clock mascot dancing as a screensaver.

“Complete all the training exercises variants. I don’t want to have to come back down here and tutor you personally,” Cordi purred while fixing Loki’s tie, looking him up and down and biting her lip.

“Just because I don’t have my magic, and you look like me, doesn’t mean I won’t hesitate to break your neck if you don’t take your hands off him bitch,” you said in a calm but threatening tone - gaining a laugh from Cordi as she sauntered away, swinging her hips in the process.

“I really hate that bitch,” you reiterated to Loki as you threw yourself down in the leather chair behind the computer terminal, crossing your arms over your chest, irritated by her fascination with Loki.

“I can tell, but watching you teem with jealousy is positively delicious darling,” Loki grinned - bending down to talk into your ear, the vibrations from his low voice making your pussy drip with anticipation as he took a seat next to you, enjoying watching your cheeks flush.

“Howdy there! I’m Miss Minutes! Here to teach you all you need to know about the TVA and protecting the sacred timeline…,” a chirpy voice with a southern accent snapped you out of your horny daydream. You looked in bemusement at the orange clock hologram that strolled out of the computer and onto the desk.

“Now pay attention Loki and Y/N. You have a lot to learn,” the clock grinned at you both. It was irritating how cheerful she was, and a little eerie if you were being honest.

“Can you hear us?” You asked Miss Minutes - leaning forward in your chair, your hand passing through the hologram. “Are you a recording, or are you alive?” you asked again looking between Loki and Miss Minutes.

“Uhhhh…. Sorta both!” she replied, with her hands sassily on her hips. “Now let’s get back to business,” she grinned, shaking a finger at you and Loki.

“To defeat the huns?” Loki sang, making you try and fail to suppress a giggle.

The training exercises dragged on and on and after several hours you dozed off, your head gently resting on Loki’s shoulder as he struggled to keep himself awake by reading a jet ski magazine that was sitting on the desk next to Miss minutes.

You woke up as Loki began swatting at Miss minutes with the rolled-up magazine, a child-like glee in his eyes as he tried and failed to attack the tiny hologram mascot as she retreated into the safety of the computer screen.

“Is training going well?” Mobius asked as he strolled into the office just as you sat up straight in your chair. “Is that my jet ski magazine?” he questioned Loki, taking it out of his hands and batting him on the head with it.

“Come on, gear up you two. There’s been an attack, let's go,” Mobius said as he handed both you and Loki a parcel with a jacket inside. You opened it up and put it on. Yours was black, and Loki’s was brown. You fixed Loki’s collar and followed them both out of the room and into the corridors again until you emerged into a room with a giant computer monitor at one end showing what you presumed was the “sacred timeline” and a group of armoured people you recognised from your and Loki’s capture.

“Okay listen up. C-20 and her team went dark shortly after they jumped into the 1985 branch. All signs point to another ambush. We’ve grabbed enough temporal aura to know it’s our fugitive variant. But, as of yet, we have still to identify what this variant looks like. All we know is it’s a child of variants of these two variants here, God of Mischief and Goddess of Victory. So, they will be powerful and as we have already seen...deadly,” the main soldier stated bluntly, pointing over towards you and Loki.

“Do we get a weapon?” you asked Mobius while walking with Loki through the armoury of the TVA - various soldiers gearing up and ignoring you and Loki.

“No,” Mobius sighed, too busy looking at the small metal controller he held in his hands.

“Well, we’re going to have our magic back. Is no one concerned about that?” Loki asked Mobius, walking backwards to face him.

“Why would we be concerned, Loki?” Mobius asked, clearly getting annoyed at the number of questions being thrown his way.

“Ummm, in-case we betray you?” you chimed in, walking at the opposite side of Mobius.

“Listen Y/N, Loki. You already know we can catch you. So, unless you don’t want to meet the timekeepers and you don’t want to find out why your offspring is out murdering people then that’s fine. I’ll take you both right back to your cell,” Mobius said, one hand on his hip as he stopped in his tracks looking at you both.

“Not necessary, Mobius. I’m sure they’ll both cooperate,” Cordi said with a condescending grin appearing at your back. She walked ahead towards the orange glowing door, closely followed by yourself and Loki.

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j0kers-light · 8 months

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Hii! If requests are open could I request Heath ledger’s joker with a digital artist s/o? They’re constantly ranting about their OCs and showing him drawings/animations of them, etc?

Hey hi anon 🖤✨

Mad respect to digital artists!! I love you each and every one of you and the work you share with the world!! Keep on keeping on!

As someone who can’t draw a straight line I be envious but I’ll stick to what I love. Which is why you’re here 🤭Let’s get into it!

Joker is used to you bent over your drawing pad, stylus in hand (wrist brace on; carpal tunnel ain’t no joke! I know from experience 👀) that the visual of you is second nature to him when he walks through the door

He knows when you have your headphones on and your tongue is sticking a bit out of your mouth, that it’s drawing time. He leaves you be until you come to him to ask for constructive criticism. J is always honest and tells you things no matter if it hurts

You shove the pad into his face and begin rambling about if the shading is off, are the lines too harsh? What about the anatomy because you HATE drawing (insert) maybe you should focus attention away from that by drawing a secondary figure?

“I could add more to the background or maybe soften the edges? What do you think? Should I just start over?”

Joker knows you’re the toughest critic regarding your own work so he genuinely tells you it’s great. The shading is amazing and he personally likes the outline still visible through your signature style. It makes the whole piece feel more natural that way than full on illustrated (he’d hate for you to be called out for using AI) 🙄🙄 he’d probably kill someone for real for flaming you

He subtly reminds you to add your watermark signature to the artwork in a unique way because you forget to when you critique your work so much.

You are constantly on your drawing pad day in and day out and it’s not the latest tech so… you run into a problem early on: it breaks.

You don’t tell Joker since you’re been saving up for a new one for a while now but…. you’re not quite at your goal. It’s all good, you take a break from drawing and focus on another skill

Rest assured Joker instantly notices you’re not drawing (how dare you; he adores your work!) and goes out and buys steals the most state of the art equipment for his bunny.

I’m talking a rig that the professionals use with all the bells and whistles. It’s already set up at your workstation the following morning and your head over heels thanking Joker with hugs and kisses

Joker fully supports your craft and knows it’s your source of income sooo he uses different accounts to commission you for the most random artwork so you stay getting paid and he helps you draw out of your comfort zone while ultimately improving as an artist

You are none the wiser and people start to notice your work with the endless flow of commissions Joker asks for. He may or may not leave your username/digital card in the most random places across Gotham. It’s free exposure at this point.

Joker doesn’t get tired of listening to lore about your OCs and their world. He knows so much about each character that Frost, Mac, and Neo are fully convinced they’re real people with how much J talks about them.

“OC’s name went viral the other day. I think it’s because of the new uhh, underwater.. ani-mation Y/n made. Very err crisp.”

“Is you talking about Y/n’s drawings?” Mac asked.

“It’s noT just a drAwINg!” Joker quickly defends your work.

Mac’s dumb comment prompted J to threaten ask them to pull out their phone and subscribe to your Pateron account. And it better be the highest tier or risk J’s wrath. He pays them enough to afford a monthly subscription and it’s worth every penny

The four of them spend the rest of the night scrolling through your online portfolio. They oo and ahh over the hard work you created. You are beyond talented.

A low level goon knocked on the door and got their attention but was floored by the illustration shown up on the projector. It looked like a literal masterpiece. It was so detailed and some elements were animated, he asked for the artist’s link.

Joker was forever grateful you used a pseudonym for your work so he had no issues of your identity being compromised by association

Neo provided them your username, lixh0useart on all platforms and told them to get back to work. They did while spreading your work like wildfire amongst the others

That same night you called J screaming in joy to tell him about all the new Paterons and commissions you got! You were on your way to being an artist full time and Joker couldn’t be more proud.

#thanks anon!#thanks for the ask!#ledger joker x reader #black!fem!reader #ledger joker #joker x y/n #heath joker #the dark knight joker #joker x reader #reader insert #sfw headcanons #digital aritst #joker be so proud of his bunny omg #his lighthouse

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