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Whisked Away 3
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Part of the Sweet and Spicy AU
Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.
18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Summary: You get a job at a bakery but your new boss only adds to your work
Character: chubby!baker!Thor
Please comment and reblog if it’s not too much. I always love getting to chat about these stories and hearing all your ideas! You all are wonderful and loved.
You set the icing bag down and step back. You press your hands against the front of your apron as Thor shifts closer to the counter. You watch him nervously as he turns the tray by the corner and considers your work. Each cookie is a variation of the cross-stitched them. The most detailed shows roses, while the others are intricately lined with grids with scalloped edges.
He hums and sucks his teeth. You cringe and push your arms down straight, overly aware of yourself and your body. You should at least try to hide your desperation. His cheek dimples and he smiles as he faces you.
“When can you start?” He asks.
You nearly sway. You can’t believe it. You’re misunderstanding him. You shake your head, “pardon?”
“You do good work, so... I’d like to hire you,” his tone is jovial.
“Right, uh, when... when could I start?” You scrunch up your fists as you feel your insides buzzing. This can’t be real. It’s so sudden. Too good to be true.
“If I’m being honest, right now,” he turns his large palms out, “however, there is the matter of paperwork and all that.”
“Right,” you nod.
“Tomorrow?” He suggests, “bring in a blank check and I can send the forms you need to fill out tonight. Is that too soon? Am I too desperate?”
You almost laugh as he asks the questions in your own head. You let out a breath. It’s real!
“Sure, that sounds good,” you agree.
“Then I suppose that means you’re hired,” he announces and offers his hand, “welcome to the team.”
You look at his thick fingers before you reach for them. You shake his hand, his covering yours entirely, and he clings for just a minute before he releases you.
“I’ll pack these up to go,” he spins and marches across the kitchen. He takes out a square box and returns to the counter, “you can take them home to your sister.”
“Uh, oh, thank you, you don’t have to do that.”
“Please, a little celebration,” he says as he uses a rubber spatula to transfer the cookies, “I’m sure she’ll be happy to hear the good news.”
“Ah, yeah,” you wring your hands then stop yourself. “Thanks.”
“Of course,” he closes up the box and holds it out. “Tomorrow at six? You can open with me.”
“Sure, I can make that work,” you smile, trying not to let your doubts break through. That might be a problem for Delaney.
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You put the box down on the table as Delaney sits in her recliner. She clacks the long needles together as she grumbles at her latest project. She gave a curt grunt at your entrance; she must be fighting another stitch.
“Why don’t you grab your frame?” You suggest.
“Bored of it,” she shrugs as you approach, “you bring me goodies?”
She peeks over her shoulder towards the table.
“Yep. Cookies,” you answer, “owner was really nice. Let me take them.”
“Oh yeah? So...” she looks up at you, “how long til you know?”
“I already do,” you can’t help a large grin, “I got it.”
“You got it!” She shoves aside her knitting, “that’s...” she grunts as she pushes herself to the edge of the chair. She waves you away as you try to help, “amazing.”
She stands and turns to you, pulling you into a crooked hug. You embrace her, your heart beating with joy. You haven’t been this happy in forever. You haven’t seen her this excited in just as long.
She lets you go and to your surprises, stays standing. She groans as she stretches her arms and shifts around. She rolls her walker away from the side of the chair and leans on it. She’s not moving too bad. She wheels around you to the table and you follow.
“There is one thing. I have to be there at six,” you explain, “so I might have to get you up early--”
“Uh uh, I’m not getting up before sunrise,” she scoffs as she flips open the lid of the box, “I can get myself up.”
“Right, I know, Deli, but if you need anything, you can call--”
“Hey,” she takes a cookie out and considers it, “you need this job.” Her mouth slants as she looks at you, “we both need you to have this job. I’m not stupid,” she glances back at the cookie, “this is really cute. You did this?”
“Uh, yeah, part of the interview,” you say, “it was... different. Nice place though. Family business, I think? His daughter works there.”
“Ah, some old dude, huh?” Delaney angles herself to sit on the dining chair with her special cushion. “Fun.”
“I guess he’s older. Big.”
“Fat?” She chuckles.
“Don’t be mean,” you shake your head, “tall... and a bit... pudgy, I guess.”
“Huh, well, that’s not too bad. Better than some slave driver. Can’t be too bad if he gives you free cookies.” She takes a bite and her eyes nearly roll back as she hums, “oh my god!” She says through a mouthful and swallows, “these are so good. Have you tried one yet?”
“No, I... my stomachs all knotted up.”
“You got it, relax. Have a cookie before I eat them all,” she shoves the box towards you.
“Alright,” you take one and nibble along the edge. You take a large bite as the sweetness crumbles onto your tongue. You cover your mouth as you nearly moan. She wasn’t being dramatic. “Oh god.”
“Right?” She breaks off another piece, “this is like sex in my mouth.”
“Ew,” you scrunch your nose up at her.
“What? I ain’t no prude,” she scoffs, “actually, I've been talking to this guy online.”
“Del,” you warn her.
“I’m an adult,” she snaps.
“I know,” you say, “I’m not saying anything except be careful. I remember Colin.”
“Mm,” she frowns, “so do I. Jackass.” She reaches for another cookie, “you better bring home more of these.”
“Uh huh,” you swipe the box towards you and close it up, “and you better slow down. You haven’t even had dinner.”
“You are such an old lady,” she whines.
“One of us has to be the mature one,” you sniff.
“That’s fine. I like being the fun one,” she chortles and takes a massive bite, “mph, I could live off of these.”
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I GOT HIMMMMMM
omg i've been so stressed for two fucking weeks so scared that i cant get him in the last day of the event
BUT I MADE IT
#obey me satan#obey me#obey me nightbringer#whisked away#breaking curses satan#satan the maleficent#finally#im so happy
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Oh to be kidnapped and held in some terrible unfamiliar place and then tempted with glittering jewels and enchanted clothing and sensuous dances.
#every 80s movie that featured a female character being like#whisked away#feels like the blueprint for my interests later on tbh#also vague smiling man vibes just because#a world behind the mist where things are sideways#fits with enchanted dresses and living statues and whatnot
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Source: Metallic Rouge [2024]
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So in my “will-i-won’t-i” with Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss (where I procrastinate and don’t watch the shows and only absorb the content through TikTok, Tumblr and sometimes Twitter) I came across Staticmoth/ VoxVal.
I saw the scene with Angel and Valentino. His abuse and disgusting behavior. I have an idea on how this moth asshole behaves.
And I have seen some people think that their relationship would be toxic, that Vox and Val, if the predictions are correct and become (or are revealed to be) a couple, would beat the shit (physically, mentally and emotionally) out of each other on the regular, but I think the idea that him and Vox having a healthy relationship could be such a punch to the gut plot wise.
Because that would mean Valentino IS capable of understanding consent. He KNOWS what working with someone else means without disrespect. He FULLY knows what sex is supposed to be like.
But that’s is between equals. Vox? His equal. Fellow overlord.
Angel? His property. Why would he give a shit about his thing?
#hazbin hotel#voxval#staticmoth#angel dust#valentino#Vox#hazbin hotel vox#hazbin hotel valentino#hazbin hotel angel dust#some musings I had#I had this scenario in my head#of a juxtaposition of scenes#like that one scene in Arcane#where it’s Valentino and Vox pretty much making love#like Mel and Jayce#while Angel is in another room suffering THE WORST SHIT EVER for a new movie#like Viktor dying in from of the hex core#the previous scene could be Val locking the studio so Angel could not escape just to hammer home how little Valentino gives a shit#and it’s actively working to make Angel’s situation worse#while he is whisked away by Vox to have his pussy eaten
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Poor Scara man took his eyes off the Traveler for a minute and now Lyneys out here makin moves and puttin on the charm
wanderer out here publishing academic papers like his life depends on it as the love of his life is being rizzed up by some french magician his love life is a joke
#asks#wanderer getting a tingle down his spine as he is researching for his paper: something is wrong (lumine just got whisked away by lyney)
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the House of Lamentation is alive (all houses are) and it loves you
#obey me#it sees a lot of itself in you#both somewhere you don’t belong#whisked away powers greater than you even knew about#and integrated into their lives#utterly irreplaceable#i’m having feelings about houses again#bleep bloop
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Gege says "bye"
#tian guan ci fu#tgcf#xie lian#hua cheng#hualian#heaven official's blessing#hua chengs whisking gege away now
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cold!
unused bc i felt it was better without, but i like the shapes
#a doodley#sorry for severe eye rolling cringe. i am aware.#anyway dis is the voice telling me to crawl back into bed all day rn that its so freezy#but also character wise i think talon wld crawl and tug and cling and whisk away for warmth#in colder months#honestly he'd just crawl onto smunker's lap while he works
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Whisked Away 2
No tag lists. Do not send asks or DMs about updates. Review my pinned post for guidelines, masterlist, etc.
Part of the Sweet and Spicy AU
Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.
18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Summary: You get a job at a bakery but your new boss only adds to your work
Character: chubby!baker!Thor
Please comment and reblog if it’s not too much. I always love getting to chat about these stories and hearing all your ideas! You all are wonderful and loved.
Delaney wishes you good luck as you go. Your heart is fluttery with nerves. It’s been a while since you actually had an interview. These days, most send you a link where you record yourself answering generalised questions. You never do well at those. In fact, you’d only ever had one job.
You worked at a cafe in high school and after you went and got your culinary schooling done, you were promoted. It held you through the first few years of your twenties until Delaney got sick and you had to move to the city for her treatment. Your squirreled away savings got you the apartment and her stipend helped, but you’re running dry on credit.
You need this. Desperately. But you can’t show that if you want it. You have to play it cool. Be a professional.
You catch a streetcar down to the main row and check your phone. You’re well ahead of time. Good. You’ve never been to this particular place. You don’t go out much if it isn’t to the grocery store or the pharmacy. Delaney stopped wanting to go outside a while back. You try to encourage her but you can tell it only makes her feel worse.
You follow the map directions on the app and stop before the cafe windows. They’re slightly tinted with curling golden calligraphy painted across them; Golden Crust. The facade is brown and yellow brick and there are flower boxes just below the windows. Behind the glass, loaves of bread lines a shelf, on display to tempt passerbys.
The door is wide and thick and painted red. You push inside and pause to look around. The long counter is made of dark wood with clear glass cases on top containing dozens of colourful and sugary desserts. Behind the counter, the walls are lined with shelves; some ingredients, some with unfolded boxes, and more bread and packaged biscuits to go. It’s all finely organized.
Lights hang above with brass shades, lending a low hue to the shop. Several customers wait in queue as two employees work tills at opposite ends of the counter. You don’t know whether you should join the wait or go ahead and let them know that you’re there to see Thor for an interview. That was his name, right?
You look at your phone again. You have time. You wouldn’t want to be rude. You adjust your bag and stand at the end of the line. The women ahead of you marvel at the pristine mini white chocolate cakes with dark candied cherries on top as another whispers about cheesecake being devilish. Your own eyes wander gluttonously to the assortment.
You peel away your gaze and look down at yourself. You put together the best you could; a striped blouse, navy blue on white, and a pair of straight-legged pants. They’re a bit outdated but professional at a glance. You hope no one notices the scuff on your right toe.
You get to the front of the line and step up. The young girl behind the till asks what you’d like. You give an apologetic smile, “um, actually, I’ve got an interview.”
“Ah, yes, another one for Thor,” she chimes, “well, you just come with me.”
She’s young. Still a teenager. Her and the other cashier look to be barely graduated if that.
She walks toward the end of the counter and she beckons you over, “I’m Thrud,” she pulls back the short little door for you to step through, “that’s Nari,” she gestures to the dark-haired worker at the other till. He’s too busy taking orders to notice.
You introduce yourself as she takes you around to a doorway, “I think he’s just doing these in the kitchen. Last one ended early so...” she talks brightly as she bounds ahead of you like a happy puppy, “dad?” She calls as she enters the large kitchen. “Dad? I’ve got the next appointment.”
Your anxiety spikes. You’re not the first or the last. The competition deflates your hopes even further.
“Eh?” A deep grunt comes as head pops up from the other side of the large marble island. The man is so large his head hits one of the pans dangling from the ceiling rack. He rubs his brow and hisses, “sorry, I was just looking for my pen.”
Thrud laughs as she crosses her arms. You notice the golden pen tucked behind his ear. She raises a hand, keeping her other arm folded, as she taps her temple. His brows arch and he feels around his wave locks and fishes out the pen.
“Right,” he gives a sheepish look and wiggles it in triumph.
“Anyhoo,” Thrud trills, “this is her.”
“Thank you, Thrud,” he drones back.
“Mhmm,” she turns and smiles at you again before she goes.
“Uh,” you hesitate, unsure how to begin, “er,” you introduce yourself, once more “I have a resume on hand--”
“No need,” he waves you off, “come, I try to keep these things straight to the point.”
You near him and rest your hand on your bag, chewing your lip.
“Wash your hands,” he directs you towards the sink, “you may put your things there.” He points to the empty counter on the other side of the deep metal sink. You put your bag there and scour your hands deliberately, taking your time as you scrub nails, knuckles, palms, every bit. You dry off on the towel he offers as you face him.
“Here,” he gives you and apron, “would want you to make a mess.
You tie on the apron as he turns and grabs a tray. There are half a dozen cookies on the sheet, some empty piping bags, nozzles, a bowl of icing and small tubes of food dye. You look between him and the cookies.
“You may choose the design. You will decorate and I will ask questions, does that work for you?”
“Um, sure,” you answer. It’s unexpected. “All six?”
“All six,” he confirms and crosses his arms, making himself even broader. He is not only tall, but wide, and his apron does little to conceal his indulgence in sweets that gathers around his middle.
“Okay,” you accept the challenge meekly.
You step up to the marble island and take a moment. You twiddle your fingers nervously as you think. You don’t know what to do. You don’t want to go to simple.
“Take your time, I’ll ask some questions and you can begin whenever you’re ready,” he assures, “so, you’re availability, it is flexibly? Our open ours are eight to six, but you are available on weekends?”
“Yes,” you say as you set an idea in your head and read for the icing. You stir it with the wooden spoon, testing its consistency. “I have open availability most days.”
“Most days?” He echoes.
“Um, yes, I may have an appointment now and again.”
“Oh, appointment?”
“For my sister,” you explain, “but it wouldn’t get in the way, I'm sure.”
You cringe. You’re already making yourself feel bad.
“And so, you’ve had one previous role, what was included in that?” he asks.
Only one... that can’t be good on paper.
“I worked at a cafe. I was a barista for the first two years, then I was promoted to baker, and ended as assistant manager at the branch,” you explain as you fill one of the piping pages and fit the appropriate tip, “but I completed by culinary diploma while I was there.”
“And after? What did you do? I see you’ve been out of work.”
You’re quite as you lean over the cookies and start on the first one. Your idea is simple in premise but not in execution. Delaney loves to do cross-stitches, so that’s what you’ll do. First, the white grid and the lacing along the edges, then you’ll fill in the squares with all different colours to make the illusion of stitches.
“I’ve been a caretaker to my sister,” you say quietly, “we only just moved here last year so I haven’t found much.”
“And you would be able to work fulltime?” He asks.
“Yes, she’s... she’s doing better now. I can do it,” you assure him as you keep your eyes on your precise lines.
He’s quiet. You’re sweating. You just concentrate on the work. Maybe your answers aren’t the best but you hope your work is. You finish the crosshatching and look up. You find him watching your hands intently. As you pause, his blue eyes meet yours. He gives a smile.
“Ha,” he scoffs, “my hands are too big.” He shows his thick fingers, “I can’t quiet get my lines that tight.”
You nod and bow your head again. You’re not even done the first cookie. You have six to prove yourself. Six cookies to seal your fate.
#thor#dark thor#dark!thor#thor x reader#drabble#au#sweet and spicy#series#mcu#marvel#avengers#whisked away
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He's been waiting for a chance to use that line himself
@naffeclipse everything in my brain is bounty hunter, even the self care
*self insert Aster is not a girl (he/she)
*og detective au by sunnys-aesthetic
#post let luce#dcamv#bloodstain fool#menace4menace#my art#ive been having a time#creation juice has been running low but this has been on my mind for two days now#now excuse me ill be whisked away for rest time#everything is too many spoons#imma stop here before this turns into an accidental vent oop#wheres my bounty hunter to be selfish for me idk how to do prioritize myself
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Now for some info/lore ab mermaids in the au!! ‼️😁😁
Mermaids have several different capabilities and forms of hypnotisis, but let’s talk about what moon can do :}
He can do that standard type of hypnosis where he jsut gotta make eye contact w/ u wether from afar or up close and boom 💥💥 ur in a trance! He can use this on animals as well, and has many uses for it! He prefers to use it to hunt too.
He can also has siren song! Singing will put you in a trance, but it doesn’t rlly work underwater…
WHCIH IS WHYYYY HE CAN DANCE AS WELL! A silent song of ripples as he twists his body in the water will allure and bring anything to him, he can use this to hunt, for fun, or for a few other things..
Mermaids are known to exist, but there are only a few very low quality pictures of them.. the only people who saw mermaids rarely lived to tell the tale 👀
Mermaids also have magic that can manipulate water, weather, temperatures, or even the day and night cycle! Rlly depends on the mermaid. Moon can alter the day and night cycle, day to night in seconds! When strange occurrences happen, it’s just common knowledge that it’s a mermaid messin round.
There are several different types of mermaids, but only 1 of each type can alter something significant that the normal cycle of life depends on. For example, sun and moon, the celestial mers, affect the day and night cycle ofcccc. If one is out of the ocean for too long things can get messed up :C
When weather, day, anything significant like that is out of wack the people know smthn goin on with one of those mermaids, and despite mermaids eating/unaliving people… they are very much needed. Of course there are good and bad mermaids who do and don’t eat people, but you know.. anyways! There are companies that seek to capture the significant mermaids and others who seek to protect those significant mers! Those significant mers r typically good :)) The companies rarely ever need to protect those significant mers, unless they are captured as children, which doesn’t happen much but normal mer children r captured more regularly, still rare but it happens. The people of the company protect mers, but they also must protect themselves. It’s most common for mers to use the eyesight hypnosis, it’s never been heard of them using song or dance yet.. tho the song part is suspected! Anyways, the people in the company wear special goggles where you can’t see the person’s eyes and they are mostly shielded from the hypnosis- though they are strictly forbidden from making eye contact just in case. Also- the company also protects general sea wildlife! They go out and feed sharks, no one ever goes alone. Not even during their leisurely time where they are going out to swim sea creatures just for fun! But what happens when someone is whisked away by a mermaid right in front of their coworkers or friends..?
Anyways! Moon obv has a lot of physical strength, he’s quite fast too. Since he can’t talk underwater, mermaids can do a cool thing where they speak to you telepathically! He can’t read your mind, but Moon can sense emotions :))
Moons general personality in the fic is gonna be kinda typical, very mischievous and playful, teasing and scaring people. He also seems to enjoy playing with his food 👀… He doesn’t like unaliving prey without using some sort of hypnosis, it’s just more exhilarating or fun that way.
More talk on y/n and sun in the future! 😁😁
The fic will be moon-centered.
Here’s another doodle!
#fnaf moon#fnaf sun#moondrop#sundrop#fnaf security breach#dca fandom#dca mermaid au#fnaf daycare attendant#fnaf dca#mer dca#dca mer au#dca moon#mer sun#moon x reader#mer moon#dca sun#dca au#dca x reader#dcau#watch out he might whisk you away!!
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Only Friends: What Led to Ray's Explosive Tirade (Playing 'The Bad Guy')
I have to admit that this was not how I expected this scene to play out. I was just as flabbergasted as everyone else at first. However I think there's one clear thing that Ray's outburst reminded me off: no matter whether you reveal the truth or keep it to yourself - either way, you are the bad guy.
I'm NOT the Villain
As Boston very derisively claims, if Ray reveals the truth of the affair, he'll be the one unleashing the damage. A similar parallel to what Boston did last episode (with very different intentions may I add, but damage is damage nonetheless).
Mew is incredibly important to Ray. If we talk simply outside of Ray's love for him, Ray wants to treat him well, repay him for his kindness and support over the years. Therefore, once Ray was in possession of this information, he felt very strongly that Mew needed to know. He knew telling Mew was the right thing to do. He does genuinely care about Mew as a person.
Does he warn Mew and ruin his present happiness (which is based on a lie)? Or does he hold his tongue and potentially watch his friend get hurt from other mistreatments by Top further down the line?
Ray doesn't want to hurt Mew in any way. He doesn't want to be the bringer of bad news. Why should it have to fall to him to reveal this awful act of betrayal to someone he cares for so much? And when Mew supposedly doesn't react in the way he expects to this information, Ray goes ballistic with frustration, concern and anger. Why is he the bad guy for trying to help his friend, when Top can seemingly get away with it, and be in everyone's good graces even when he's completely undeserving? Why can no one else see Top's true colours?
I'm NOT the Worst
Something else that occurred to me throughout this episode, is how often Ray's friends belittle and overlook him. And it's so routine they hardly even notice.
Boston has never tried to hide his snide little back-handed comments at Ray. Since their fight at Sand's, he's become even more callous when throwing quips in plain sight. Namcheum makes an observation about all of them being partnered up, and it's only after a few beats that April points out Ray is still single. It's as if they forgot he was even there. Namcheum doesn't tend to pick up on any of the animosity or tension within this group. She's generally not the most tactful or best at reading people.
Then when Ray speaks to Mew in the bathroom, Mew immediately assumes Ray's been taking drugs. Ray looks clearly stunned by this. Yes, he's always coined as the 'drunk' but that's not his one and only personality trait. That's not all he does and is as a person.
It dawns on Ray that even his closest friends seem to always assume the very worst of him. He had a bad feeling about Top from the offset but no one cared or listened. Rather, Ray never gets given the benefit of the doubt, when he's not committed anything as problematic as the heinous crimes amongst their group. Particularly when compared to Top, someone who gets all the praise and adoration when Ray knows he's a certified piece of shit, is desperately unfair. And most of all Top gets the respect of the best friend he loves.
I think what really sent the situation hurtling south was Ray watching everyone play happy families, when he knows there is a web of dishonesty and resentment lurking beneath. It's all a farce. And Ray couldn't stomach it for another moment longer. He had enough.
Become the Very Thing You Loathe
In Episode 4, Ray displays a classic example of self-loathing and self punishment when he goads Sand to scold him. In doing so, it's as if he's deriving some warped form of satisfaction in owning these criticisms. Because he's told these things so often, he starts to believe it, so why not own it too? I actually mentioned this in my Episode 1 meta (regarding Ray's self-actualisation of becoming a burden). Sometimes embracing the very thing you hate being know for, at least validates the presence of that criticism. 'If people keep calling me an asshole, then fine, I'll become an asshole. At least then being called an asshole makes sense.'
So Ray brought it on himself to air out everyone's dirty laundry. 'Fuck it, if you really all think I'm the worst, then fine, I'll do what needs to be done, I'll be the worst. You all happy now?'
Even though Ray adopts the persona forced onto him, he's not happy about it at all. He wants to be identified with more substance, with more credit, as more than just what everyone claims him to be.
#only friends#only friends the series#ofts#only friends meta#ray x sand#sand x ray#ray pakorn#firstkhao#khaofirst#khaotung thanawat#first kanaphan#poor ray breaking my heart#this boy's characterisation has so many layers im quaking#me during episode: (shrieking) NOOO RAY DON'T PLEASE#can sand please whisk ray away so they can be happy away from this toxic wasteland of drama and clownery?
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Kaveh in the 3.2 Archon Quest
#genshin impact#kaveh genshin#my gif#genshin spoilers#i hate him#he stinky#going to whisk my wife away so he never has to be by smelly paisen ever again
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when you and farmer!james have kids <3
#james potter x reader#james potter x y/n#cottagecore#farmer!james#farmer!james potter#james potter#james potter x fem!reader#fanfic#cottagecore aesthetic#cottagecore babies#babies#i want kids#i wish i wasnt 15 </3#i also wish i had a farmer james potter to whisk me away to a farm#but alas i have to deal with roadmen and pricks#😔#im just a girl
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