#<- ... i think this might not be enough ack-

[sktiger]

Vampire has been topped by Rabbit Hole!

sequel to this post! guys its barely been over a week what the fu

[cobaltfluff]

so i started playing persona 4

where are the QoL features

[thewandererh]

Kyle Hill Gang : unique iterators based on science!

i’ve been rewatching some kyle hill recently and tinkering on some redesigns for some of my personal iterators i made a bit ago :]. consider this a proper introduction! lettuce start with a same-evening doodle:

here are some darkmode doodles with their recent redesigns, featuring their favorite videos!

Meet Ack, Pluto, and Rhnull/Zurk!

as you can see, they’re veerryyyy far-from-canon iterator designs. i took an experimental and fun sciencey route when making them instead :]. Ack and Pluto were inspired by science i hyperfixated on through kyle hill (hence the group name), and zurk from a stray-based idea (and discovery in blood types??). more detail on who they are and what they’re specifically inspired by under the cut ^^!

Ack is based on particle accelerators, the (at their full potential) most powerful machine humanity’s ever built. He in turn is one—in a way i’m still figuring out! his process involves some sort of solar power and converting it to electricity via that huge cord in his chest. he gets really hot so he uses supercooled liquid nitrogen to cool his systems…somehow. personality-wise, ack is very ‘over it’ and mellow. authoritarian. independent. persistent with his logical choices. negative and bluntly sarcastic when he’s annoyed with zurk (at first). but they bond and become besties :] somehow!

Pluto is literally a nuclear bomb. i am not even kidding :D. Well, to an extent he can melt down and maayybbee explodeee….yikes…can’t be good for mental health. He’s my anxiety child (every now and then i have to make one)! His internals are a maze of lead-lined watertight organs that cool off the critical mass of plutonium inside him. rarefaction cell? more like demon core💥. because of his nature, he has to wear some rather overwhelming gear to protect himself the others around him while remaining functional. this DEFINITELY isn’t good for his mental because maybe the next socially-pressuring-environment-caused panic attack could be his last…! ohhh yikes…he gets a good ending though. maybe some, well, blood on his hands, but a good ending!

Aannnddd Zurk. The goober of flesh inhabiting the discarded skeleton of another iterator. the stray-inspired mass of cancerous tissue who’s just as silly as his eye size depicts! he’s fully capable of speech but has more, shall we say, sensitive survival instincts. Clingy! Really good at making points. Optimistic and highly curious. Very enthusiastic after having found a friend who is also a freak of engineering like he! ack needs to warm up to him since zurk’s at first overwhelmingly curious. that’s when some boundaries and social skills are learned! zurk my beloved….he’s also probably a he/it actually. i like that huhu.

their sciencey source material gave me a lot of abstract freedom in design, and i’m rather pleased with how they’re developing as silly fellas!! they have lots of backstory and other schtuffs i’m still fleshing out, but this is what i got so far. more will come soon ^^!

[penguin--person]

AUGHH THIS PVP CIV EP WAS SO GOOD !!! Blows up badly.

[atisecnom]

Francis Mosses NSFW A-Z ♡♡

I love him <33

Reader is gn but has female anatomy.

A-ftercare (What're they like after sex)♡

Very very tired. Everything he says afterwards is either slurred or murmured. Very cuddly tho. Will not let you go. Very sappy afterwards too; telling you he loves you and how pretty and perfect you were/are.

Takes him a second to do it but eventually gets up to get you some water while you go to the bathroom (always pee after sex!).

B-ody part (favorite body part on you & him)♡

On you, he loves your hands and lips. He holds your hand a lot during sex even if hes absolutely destroying you. And he loves your lips because he just likes kisses (and how they look wrapped around his dick). Between tits or ass tho, I think he'd prefer boobs (not pun intended). Even if their small, he looves them.

On him, he'd say his hands are his favorite. He likes the way the have so much effect on you. Like when he fingers you or grabs onto your hips or thighs or when he grabs your hand during sex.

C-um (anything to do w cum basically)♡

I think he'd prefer to cum on your stomach or ass. Though I do think he'd cum inside every once in a while. When you suck him off, he let's you take control of his dick tbh. If you want him to cum all over your face, then he will. If you want it in your mouth, then he will. If you want it on your boobs, he will. He just wants to please you fr.

D-irty secret ♡

I feel like he'd have plenty of them. A main one tho is that he's stolen one of your panties and jerked off with them before. He felt guilty afterwards so that was the only time he did that. The others are small enough for him to forget about it

E-xperience (his past experiences)

♡

I feel like he had NO BITCHES before you came (tee hee) along. He was a quiet kid and just focused on himself, maybe had a couple gfs and intimate moments but you're probably the first "real deal" to come into his life in terms of love.

F-avorite position ♡

He'd like the classics. Like missionary, cowgirl, doggie, etc etc. He'd probably like missionary and cowgirl most. Missionary because of the intimacy. Cowgirl bc sometimes he wants some but he's tired (and boobs).

G-oofy (how serious/unserious are they during sex)♡

He's pretty in the middle. Sometimes he likes to slowly fuck you while you two have a normal conversations so sometimes there's jokes thrown in there. But if it's rougher/faster, he's more serious.

H-air (what kind of hair they got down there)♡

I think he trims it. Keeps it tame. He doesn't shave it clean tho, unless you tell him to, then he might. For the rest of his body, he does have some hair but not a lot.

I-ntimacy ♡

Oh this boy is INTIMATE. The kind of mf that looks at sex like "love-making" instead of just "fuck". Loves praising and listening to what you say. You say harder and he goes harder, you say slower and he goes slower, etc etc. Most of the sex you two have will most likely be when he's tired/half awake so all the praise and such are slurred in such a beautiful way yk.

J-ack off (how often does he jack off)♡

Other than what I said in the dirty secret section, he doesn't really do it anymore. Why imagine you when he has you right there?

K-inks ♡

Praise - he likes receiving and giving praise. He likes talking you through it, telling you how good you feel and how much he loves you.

Marking - he'd like to leave hickeys on you, not for a way to "claim" you, but just because he wants to and he likes your reaction to it when I sucks on your sweet spots.

Overstimulation - he likes to BE overstimulated. Sometimes he wants to keep going but his body doesn't or he's too tired so he just begs you to just ride him til he cries or passes out.

Nipple play - he likes to pinch and massage your boobs a lot. Even if you're not having sex, his hand lives on your boob. Most of your foreplay is him sucking and nibbling on your nipple, pinching your other one while he fingers you.

L-ocation (their favorite locations to do it)♡

I feel like he'd only want to do it at home. He doesn't like public stuff. At home tho, he'd do it anywhere; on the dinner table, kitchen, bedroom, bathroom, living room, anywhere. He could do it in the car tho. Maybe if he gets too worked up after a date and your apartment is too far away.

M-otivation (what turns him on)♡

Tbh. Everything. Skin tight shirts, your sleepwear (no matter what it is), etc. He likes when you take care of him too, just loving him turns him on.

N-o (some turn offs)♡

I'm so sorry yall but I think he'd say no to bdsm. Like maybe SOME parts of it he can do but like hard-core bdsm is a no.

He wouldn't want to actually hurt you in any way. Spanking is ok if it's not full force but like actually causing you pain is a no.

And he wouldn't like shit with pee, poop, and vomit. Shits nasty.

O-ral ♡

Oh bro. He EATS. Man can eat you out for hourss if you let him. He was a little shit at eating pussy at first but with more practice, he gets better and better. Like I'm talking about EATING pussy. There's no kitten licking with him, he is in. There.

And he loves when you suck him off. He talks while you do but they're all murmurs so no one knows what he's saying. He fucks your face gently (unless you tell him you want it rough) everytime. Mutters praises all throughout it and let's out of raspy moan when he cums.

P-ace ♡

Unless he's dead tired, he goes at whatever pace you want. When he's dead tired he wants to go slow and sensual. But if he had energy, he'll go at whatever pace you want him to go at. He starts off slow but if you tell him to go harder and harder he will beat that pussy numb.

Q-uickie (opinions on quickies)♡

I think he'd want to take his time with you so quickies are eh to him. If you seriously cannot wait but you can't leave wherever you are for too long, he'll take you somewhere private to eat you out till you're satisfied (or suck him off until he's satisfied).

He will leave an event for the day to have sex with you tho. If it gets that bad.

R-isk♡

To keep it short, he'd be down for experimenting as long as it's not in his "no" list.

S-tamina ♡

Again, depends on you. If you wanna ride him till the sun comes up, he'll thug it out for you. He likes overstimulation anyway. But tbh he rlly only goes for 2 rounds until you have to take over.

T-toys (toys they own)♡

I don't think he has any toys for himself. And he wouldn't really care if you had your own toys. He's fucked you with your toys before; like a vibrator up to your clit while he fucks you or a dildo in you while he sucks on your clit.

U-nfair (do they tease? And how often)♡

He doesn't really edge or tease you, but when he does, it's on accident. Sometimes he pulls out to cum on your stomach and accidently edges you. He doesn't mind when you do it to him. Feels good.

V-olume (how loud are they during sex)♡

Loud asf. Like I said, he talks during it, like murmuring and slurring his words. He's a moaner and whimperer too. Occasionally groaning but not really.

He LOVES when you're loud tho. He encourages it actually. Turns him on more.

W-ild card ♡

To add onto "volume", he talks dirty so much, even if it's under his breath. Like omfg the filth that comes out of his mouth is so unexpected.

Also, the amount of times you two were getting rough with it and he got that phone call (ykwim), he doesn't stop. He slows down a bit but just continues while you struggle to not blow you're cover.

X-ray (what's in those pants)♡

He's pretty average. Long, kinda thin, a vein on the top of his shaft from the base to the middle of it. He's about 6-7 inches, and he knows how to use it. Tbh I can't decide whether he's circumcised or not so you can personally decide that.

Y-earning (how high/low is his sex drive)♡

Surprisingly high. He's down to fuck whenever. Unless he's literally about to knock out cold. But if he's awake then so is his dick. He barley asks for sex tho, he wants YOU to initiate it. He just gives hints.

Z-zz (how fast he goes to sleep)♡

Like I said before, he's literally so tired afterwards. Once he makes sure you're okay and comfy, he snuggles close to you and sleeps.

I love him your honor.

[moonstruckme]

Heyyy! So I'm obsessed with your writing! Your EMT series might be my favourite thing I've ever read.

I was wondering if I could request an EMT Marauders x reader story where she gets really sick but thinks it's nothing and downplays it to them, only for it to end up being Pneumonia or something. And maybe they feel guilty for not realising it sooner?

I know you've probably already written something similar to this so no worries if you don't feel like writing it but I'd love to see your take it if you decide. Hurt/comfort is my favourite trope in the world. I just can't get enough of it!

I hope you're doing well!

Thanks gorgeous, hope you're doing well too <3

cw: pneumonia

emt!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 1k words

You make sure there’s plenty of honey in your tea when the boys get home. 

“Hi,” you greet them, pleased when your voice comes out semi-normal. 

“Hey, gorgeous.” Sirius flops onto the sofa, nearly on top of your curled-up legs. “How was your day?” 

You try to keep your answer brief, your cough plied into submission with honey and warm tea but not for long. “Good. Got some things done.” 

You don’t mention that after every one of those things you’d had to have a thirty-minute lie down, or that many of them involved disinfecting surfaces you’d accidentally coughed near. 

“Being sick isn’t an opportunity to get things done.” Remus sinks into his chair, leveling you with a reprimanding look. “You’re supposed to be resting.” 

You shrug. “The only reason I haven’t been at work is because—” A couple of coughs fight their way out of you. James’ expression pinches as he sits on the arm of Remus’ chair, but thankfully the fit passes quickly. You take another sip of your tea. “Because I don’t want to pass it to anyone. I think I have to go back tomorrow, though.” 

Sirius makes a soft tsking sound. The boys are all still in uniform, his tattoos peeking out from the short sleeves as he traces looping circles on the side of your knee. “But you’re not better yet.” 

“Yeah, but I’m running out of sick days.” 

James frowns. “How long has it been?” 

You bring your tea to your lips, avoiding meeting anyone’s eyes. “I’ve been out for a week.” 

“But you were sick for a while before that,” he says. “What is that, ten days? Eleven?”

You shrug. 

Sirius is looking up at you with a puckered brow. “Do you feel like you’re getting better?” 

“I think so,” you say optimistically. It’s quickly undermined, however, when you’re caught up in another coughing fit. You have to set your tea down to keep from spilling it, holding a tissue over your mouth. 

James’ eyes widen, and Sirius sits up to rub your back. 

“That doesn’t sound very good,” James says. 

“No,” Sirius agrees. He reaches to feel your face, but you brush him away. 

“Don’t-—ack—don’t get too close. I don’t want to get you sick.” 

“I’m not gonna get sick, you baby.” He pushes past your hands. “Let me do my job.” 

“You just got off work.” 

“Yeah, well,” his voice softens, taking on a sympathetic hum as he lays his palm flat to your hairline, “maybe I maybe I was talking about my boyfriend job.” A pause. “I think your fever’s gotten worse, my love.” 

You whine. “Really?” 

“‘Fraid so. Have you noticed your symptoms getting worse at all?”

“I don’t” —you cough and reach for your tea again— “think so.” 

“Dove,” Remus says warningly. 

“It’s hard to tell,” you admit. “It’s moved around.” 

“Like where, honey?” James asks. 

“Like, in my…” You feel your throat contract, another fit brewing. You touch a hand to your sternum to avoid speaking. 

“In your chest?” Remus infers. 

You nod. 

He hums and moves to sit on the coffee table, his knees touching yours. You try to warn him away, but Remus shushes you gently. “Let me look at you.” 

He brings one hand to your face, feeling the way Sirius had, and touches the other to the pulse point on your neck. His touch is gentle and cool against your warm skin. You don’t know what exactly he’s looking for, but you find yourself fighting the urge to fall asleep in the basin of his palm when it slips down to hold your cheek. 

“You don’t need to talk,” says James, “but just nod yes or no, okay? Have you noticed yourself feeling more tired lately?” 

You nod tentatively. 

“Yeah? Less appetite?” 

You frown. “I don’t think—” You’re cut off by your own hacking. 

“One week off work, and she completely forgets how to follow instructions,” Sirius teases, rubbing your leg. 

“Terrible patient,” James agrees. 

“Alright,” Remus says once your fit ebbs. “I don’t have a stethoscope, but can you turn sideways for me?” 

You do, confused. Remus puts his ear to your back. You must make an odd face, because Sirius grins at you, reaching over to pinch your chin affectionately. 

“Take a deep breath,” Remus instructs. 

You try, but it doesn’t get far. Your lungs expand maybe halfway before you’re coughing again, horrible, wracking coughs punctuated by stabbing pains in your chest. Remus sits up after a few moments, rubbing your back. 

“Sorry,” you manage. 

“Why are you sorry?” Sirius pulls you into him, cradling your head to his chest. “That sounded like it hurt, huh?” 

“Yeah,” Remus answers for you, brows bent with sympathy. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. At least now we can get you some medicine, though.” 

You cough weakly. “You can?” 

“Sounds like pneumonia?” James asks Remus. Your boyfriend nods. 

Sirius coos, petting your head. “I’m sorry, baby. I was thinking it was just a cold.” 

“It’s not your fault,” you croak. “I was, too.” 

“Feels like we ought to have known the difference, though,” James admits. When Sirius gets up, he’s quick to take his spot, tucking you underneath an arm. 

“Where are you going?” you ask Sirius. 

He’s putting his shoes back on. “To get someone to write you a prescription. The sooner we get you on antibiotics, the better. It’ll give you something to show your boss, too.” 

“I don’t need to come with you?” you ask hopefully. 

He winks, grabbing his keys. “Perks of knowing people at the hospital.” 

“Perks of flirting with the doctors, he means,” Remus mutters after he’s gone. 

“Hey,” James laughs, giving his boyfriend’s knee a playful squeeze, “it works out for us, doesn’t it?” 

“Sometimes,” Remus allows. He fixes his gaze on you. “Anything we can do to help you feel better, sweetheart? Do you want to try a hot bath? Steam would be good for you.” 

You look down into your now cool mug. “Could I have some more tea?” 

He takes it from you with a kiss to your head. “What a silly question.”

[mylovesstuffs]

OT13 reacting to their s/o stealing kisses randomly

Request: Celeste my love, I have a request. In January and February I feel sooooo lonely so lonely and being single this year doesn't help. Could you please do a svt reaction of significant other sneaking up and just walking past them or they’re busy doing something and she just leaves a quick kiss! I hope it made sense 😭 it's okay if you want to take time you don't have to post immediately. I can waitttt.

A/N: My love, I’m so sorry that this is coming out so late 😔 By the time it’s ready, it’ll probably be March (It is March 😭), I didn’t mean to keep you waiting and I truly wish I could give it to you sooner 💛 There were some other requests that came in first, so those had to be prioritized, and this one got pushed back on the schedule a bit. On top of that, Tumblr’s been a pain in the ass lately, not letting me edit my drafts, which has made things even harder. I also wanted to make sure I do your request justice because you deserve all the soft love and comfort in the world, especially during those lonely months. Thank you for being patient with me, and know that the second it’s done, I’m sending it your way 🥺✨ (pushed it in the front of the schedule, otherwise it would be out next week). Please know that you are never truly alone. You have me, and you have SEVENTEEN (even if just in our imaginations, they are HERE for you!!). Love you!

The Ones Who MELT Every. Single. Time.

Joshua: Immediately short-circuits. He just blinks at you in disbelief, then smiles so softly it hurts. “Again. Do it again.” He'll literally chase you around the house for more kisses.

Dokyeom: LOUD GIGGLES. Every time you surprise him, he gets all giggly and flustered like you just confessed for the first time. “Oh my gosh, you can’t just do that to me!!!” But he LOVES IT and might start returning the favor randomly too.

Mingyu: He gasps really dramatically (just like how kwan does sometimes in GoSe), then immediately grabs you for a longer kiss because one is not enough. He’s so whipped that he’ll start walking around with a dopey smile for the next hour 😭

Seungkwan: He’ll act offended at first. “Excuse me? You think you can just do that and walk away?” But the moment he sees you smiling, he’s done for. Will definitely complain cutely but secretly loves it.

Dino: Uri Dino turns so reddd, every time. Flustered baby. He tries to act cool and unbothered, but his ears give him away. “You’re so sneaky…” But if you keep doing it, he’ll start stealing kisses back.

The Ones Who Turn It Into a Game

Jeonghan: This man immediately starts plotting revenge. “Oh? You think you can steal kisses and get away with it?” Next thing you know, he’s stealing kisses at the most unexpected moments like, when you're mid-sentence, brushing your teeth, ANYTIME.

Hoshi: Immediately tries to steal a kiss back—but three times more aggressively. It turns into a full-blown kiss battle, and now neither of you can get anything done.

Minghao: He pretends not to react, acting all nonchalant, but you’ll notice the corners of his lips twitching. Then later, when you least expect it, he grabs your wrist and kisses you out of nowhere, whispering, “Got you back.” (DRXFCFFGFCFCFTF MINGHAO ALWAYS GETS ME!!!!)

Vernon: He smirks because he feels challenged and instantly steals a kiss back, but longer. Then he just walks away like nothing happened, leaving you standing there like ???

The Ones Who Pretend to Be Unbothered (But Are Internally Dying)

Seungcheol: He tries to act like he’s used to it (which he is atp), but the moment you walk away, he’s grinning like a fool. If you do it too many times, he’ll just pull you into his lap and trap you there, like “Okay, you wanna kiss? Sit here and don’t leave.” (DUDE, I CAN LITERALLY SEE HIM BEING LIKE THIS ACK)

Wonwoo: At first he doesn’t react much, just raises an eyebrow. But if you keep doing it, he grabs your face gently and gives you a REAL kiss. Then, he smirks and says, “If you’re going to do it, do it properly.” 😳

Woozi: Internally screaming. He’ll try to act like it’s nothing, but if you keep stealing kisses, he’ll get all flustered and mumble something like, “You’re ridiculous.” But he NEVER stops you. If anything, he leans in slightly the next time.

Jun: He acts unbothered at first, like “Hmmm, interesting.” But then he starts anticipating it. He’ll just casually lean closer as if inviting you to do it again, playing mind games with you. “Oh? Nothing today? That’s disappointing.”

[weasleys-wizard-writes]

Latency Lingering {F.W}

Chapter II - Cold Comfort

Synopsis: after your run-in with Molly earlier in the afternoon, things come to a head when the very man you'd hoped to never see again shows up at your front door, breathless and demanding answers. And thus, your once so peaceful life comes to a sharp and grinding halt, rather likely for good.

When you looked back on it, your final happy evening with Fred was absolutely chock full of the kind of irony that could make a grown man weep.

It was something you'd scarcely considered prior to the birth of your children, the stinging pain of it all dulled by the persistent dread brought on by the promise of an unsupported birth and the overhanging threat of your ex finding out about the secrets you were keeping from him.

But, of course, that dread hadn't lasted forever, and mere weeks after the birth of your son and daughter you had found yourself suddenly consumed by the near hilarity of the tragedy that had befallen your love life, and the ever present sense of irony that hovered over it like a cloud.

After all, it had been on your last joyful evening with your former boyfriend that the then seemingly far off topic of pregnancy had come up, the weight of it manageable for what you had not then known would be the final time.

It had been a warm spring night, and although the weather had been pleasant enough as of late and the promise of your worst school year yet coming to a close never ceased to bring a sigh of relief to your lips, you couldn't help but feel completely miserable.

For weeks at that point, you had been dealing with utterly debilitating nausea (and the less than welcome side effects associated with it) all throughout your days, and though your love always did his best to support you, you could sense his hesitance and worry over your health as the date planned for he and his brother's conjoined escape drew nearer.

Thus, when you'd found yourself in the gryffindor common room pulled tight against his chest, you'd simply melted into him like a scoop of ice cream dropped upon sticky asphalt.

It always made you feel at least a little better, you'd found, to have him near, and you could tell that he was put at ease whenever he felt your familiar weight against him, a subtle reminder that you were alright even in spite of the illness that plagued you.

He would never admit it, and for you, he didn't have to, but Fred Weasley was a worrier, and a skilled one at that.

So, in order to stave off that worry in favor of spending his second to final evening with you at Hogwarts in better spirits than he otherwise might, he'd begun rattling off utterly ridiculous theories regarding the cause of your long term illness, the likes of which ranged from not having received enough kisses as of late, to bearing witness to Draco Malfoy's face each day.

Though, it was your darling's final theory that had truly managed to capture your attention.

"Ugh, don't even joke about that, Fred. It isn't nearly as funny as you think it is."

You'd huffed out with a light groan of semi-exaggerated despair, unable to stop yourself from rolling your eyes as your then boyfriend had laughed in response, tossing a lithe arm, strengthened in part by his history with quidditch, no doubt, across your shoulders.

"Who’s joking?"

He'd inquired with a feigned sincerity, his hand raising up to splay across his chest as if appalled.

"This is a matter of utmost seriousness, I'm afraid."

At that, you'd scoffed.

Fred Weasley, engage with a matter of "utmost seriousness"? Unlikely.

"It’d most certainly better not be. I am far from ready to have your child, Weasley."

Your boyfriend had hummed in response, the look of gleeful mischief in his eyes hard to miss.

You braced yourself for whatever ridiculous thing he was about to say.

"Really?"

He'd questioned as if truly baffled by your (sensible) admission.

"Well, you certainly could have fooled me the way that you- ack!"

Suddenly realizing exactly where he was going with that statement, you’d all but lunged to cover up his mouth before he could finish, not too keen on the idea of random passerbys hearing of your (admittedly rather active) sex life.

Still, Fred had dodged your "attack" quite easily, grinning wide as you'd fixed him with your most intimidating glare,

"I'm being serious, you git. You'd have to be mad to find something so disastrous amusing enough to joke about."

To that, Fred had simply shrugged, pulling you ever closer with the arm he'd kept wrapped around your now slightly tensed shoulders.

"I think we may just have different interpretations of what is disastrous, my dear."

He had teased, breaths tickling the baby hairs that grew atop your head,

"I have it all planned out, you know."

You'd hummed at that, eyes twinkling with curiosity as you turned your head to better see the man sitting beside you.

"Oh?" You'd asked, "Do tell."

Fred had chuckled, leaning his cheek against the top of your head as he spoke.

"First, we get the bloody hell out of here."

He'd teased, knowing full well just how much closer his impending absence was in comparison to your own.

"And then, as we'll doubtless be wealthy and well adjusted men by the time you graduate in a few weeks time, you'll move in with George and I, doing whatever job you please until I either convince you to work at our wildly successful shop, or you really do fall pregnant. Whichever comes first."

You'd burst out laughing and smacked your boyfriend's shoulder at that comment, noting with joy the way that he shook with his own laughter against you.

"A child before marriage, Mr. Weasley?" You'd teased once your amusement had been quelled enough to allow for speech, "I fear your mother would just about flay you for such a thing.”

The ginger had hummed in subtle confirmation at that, shrugging slightly as he replied,

"Perhaps, but I reckon she'd be utterly besotted with you for it, so you've not much to lose there besides your future husband."

"Future husband and the father of my child in this hypothetical scenario, I'll remind you." You'd teased, "I'd be rather cross with you if you fell to your mother and left me to raise Fred Jr. all by my lonesome."

Your love had grinned wide at that, raising a brow as he considered your words further,

"You think you'd give me a son first then?" He'd asked teasingly, "Because I have a feeling our first will be a girl."

You'd outright laughed again at that admission, baffled and highly amused by your boyfriend's utter certainty in regards to your future.

"Ah, my apologies. Fredette then."

The man sitting beside you scowled as if you'd said the most absurd thing he'd heard in weeks.

"I think not. Frederica perhaps."

To that, you'd groaned, shaking your head back and forth in utter exasperation.

"Absolutely not. If you'd have our daughter named after you then I'm afraid you'll have to be a bit more creative than that."

"Oh, not to worry, love."

Fred had quipped back immediately,

"As I said before, I've got it all planned out."

You opened your mouth to question the man further, but already knowing what you were going to ask, your love had spoken up before you could,

"Winnie for a girl, and Augustine for a boy."

You'd all but gawked at that, shocked by the sincerity of the man's tone as you pulled away to see him already smiling down at you.

"Why Winnie?"

You'd asked gently, watching as the gryffindor sitting beside you shrugged his shoulders,

"It's a rather cute name, isn't it? I think it would fit an adorable little ginger girl splendidly. I can already hear you calling it out across our home, chasing her down to rub sunscreen on those doubtlessly freckled cheeks of hers as she fights tooth and nail for her right to roast in the afternoon sun."

Laughing, you nodded semi-exasperatedly at the rather vivid scene presented to you,

"If she's yours I'm sure I'll be doing that and many similar tasks quite often."

You'd paused for a moment to think further before speaking up again,

"And Augustine?"

Fred smiled softly,

"I've always rather liked the name, but have never heard it used much." He began before continuing almost hesitantly, "And it certainly helps that I fell for you in the month of August, as well."

Your eyes had widened slightly at that, brow raising alongside them as you'd urged Fred to elaborate.

"August?" You'd asked, "We didn't even have school in August, Freddie."

The man sitting beside you nodded in confirmation to your words.

"I know. It was summer, I was free of schoolwork and able to terrorize Ronald, Percy, and little Ginny as much as I well pleased, but even so, the only thing I could think about was you. Can you imagine, fourteen year old me desperate to get back to Hogwarts all because I wanted to see a girl? It was not an easy realization to come to terms with, I'm afraid."

You'd scoffed at that, hand reaching over to squeeze his own where it draped across your shoulder in spite of your seemingly nonplussed reaction as you considered the proposed names further.

"Winnie and Augustine." You had murmured aloud, tasting the two names together on your tongue for the very first time. "I quite like those."

And just as he'd begun to fiddle with the promise ring adorning the hand that rested gently atop his own, your love hummed softly in confirmation.

"I knew you would."

And then, smiling as you'd closed your eyes contentedly and leaned against him, you couldn't help but let out a pleased sigh.

In spite of all the stress you'd endured as of late with Umbridge's rule, your sudden and unexplained bouts of illness, and Fred and George's impending absence, the future, it seemed, was bright.

Until, that is, the very next day, when you'd learned alone in the girls bathroom that some aspects of it would be coming far sooner than you ever could have planned for or even imagined.

That night, just over twenty-four hours after your hopeful conversation, you had broken things off with Fred Weasley, and you hadn't seen him since.

That is, of course, until today.

Because even in spite of your insistence that she not tell him anything earlier that afternoon when she'd caught you on your way out of that accursed doctor's office, it seemed that Molly Weasley had paid your pleas little mind, for it was only a few hours after you'd arrived home that Fred had turned up at your front door.

And truthfully, you knew that it was partially your own fault that he had found you with such ease.

After all, you still lived in that same flat your aunt had rented out to you during your summers away from Hogwarts, the one she used to supplement her income as she persisted with her freelance photography abroad.

Your mother, her sister, hadn't spoken to her (at least to your knowledge), since she'd refused to kick you out of it after your graduation, but the woman in question had never seemed to mind.

In truth, you hadn't yet found it within yourself to miss your children's maternal grandmother much either.

But still, even in spite of your aunt's kindness, you couldn't help but wish you'd had the forethought to move elsewhere as you stared helplessly at the man standing on the other side of your door.

He looked positively frazzled, and utterly determined.

"Fred I-"

"Tell me that she's mistaken."

The young wizard half demanded, half plead, his hand coming to rest upon the inner lip of the door as if afraid you might close it on him at any moment.

You would be lying if you said you hadn’t considered it.

You swallowed thickly at his words, opening your mouth in search of a reply only to have him cut you off once more before you could even begin.

"Or better yet, tell me that she's lying and that this is all some utterly ridiculous ploy to get me to see you again after all these years. Tell me anything Y/n, just not that she's right."

Unsure of what to say, you cast your gaze downward toward the floor and away from Fred's prying eyes, and immediately he drew in a sharp breath and cursed above you, bringing his unoccupied hand to rub across his face.

The silence that descended upon the two of you afterward was thick and cloying, the absence of all sound so harsh that it nearly made you shudder, an urge you only held back because you refused to come across as weak to the man standing before you.

Which, as things went, happened to be rather difficult considering how absolutely terrified you felt.

"Truly?"

He breathed out after several long seconds of nothing,

"All this time, and you were just never going to tell me?"

Slowly, and with a shameful certainty, you nodded at that, hands clasping in front of you as your fingers worried away at the spot on your finger where your promise ring had one sat.

Old habits died hard, you supposed.

"Fred, I..."

You trailed off for a few moments, desperately seeking out the right words, only to give up with a sigh when you realized they would likely never come.

There were no "right words" for you to say in this situation. There was only the truth, as ugly as it may have been.

"I didn't know what else to do."

At that, a short burst of harsh and humorless laughter that was jarringly similar to that which he'd let out on your final night together in the astronomy tower pushed passed your ex's lips, and despite your best efforts, you couldn't help but flinch back from it, a movement which he either didn't notice, or chose to ignore entirely.

"You didn't know what else to do besides dump me with no real explanation and hide my own children from me for nearly three years of their lives?"

He scoffed, looking down at you as if in utter disbelief,

"Does that seem like the most rational decision to you, Y/n?"

In response to his mocking tone and blatant disregard for your reasoning, you looked up to meet your former lover's eyes once more, glaring daggers into them as a hand came to rest upon your hip.

"Was it a rational decision for you to set off fireworks in a school, Fred? Or for you to drop out mere months before graduation?"

You snapped, taking a step closer to the man as you pointed an accusatory finger to his chest, the space between you decreased enough now that you could smell the familiar cologne he'd always worn, the very same one you'd described while smelling amortentia all those years ago in Snape's classroom.

Fred glared right back at you after a moment of what appeared to be surprise at your sudden displeasure, but before he could even think to open his mouth again, you continued.

"How about when you decided to fight in a war that from what I heard, very nearly killed you, huh? And let's not forget to mention this very moment here, where you've turned up to my aunt’s flat in search of your ex girlfriend while looking half a mad man instead of thinking to send an owl first to at least make sure that I even still live here. How rational does that seem, Fred?!"

Your voice was raised now, having been increasing in volume since you'd begun the second half of your rant, and while he had never been one for shouting, it seemed that Fred Weasley was far too concerned with not being outdone to care today.

"You're saying I should have sent an Owl?!" He asked incredulously, the laughter that left him just as barren of humor as the bout before it.

"Oh that's rich coming from you, love, because you could stand to learn a thing or two about sending important owls, it would seem!"

You scoffed, arms crossing atop your chest as you opened your mouth to reply once more, a no doubt biting remark already primed and ready to go at your lips.

As unfair as it was, after all, there was some long buried part of you that felt angry at the man standing before you.

Because even if it was entirely your own choice, you had endured nearly nine long months of pregnancy completely alone, before laboring just under two weeks early all by yourself, which of course had preceded you then raising both of your children all by your lonesome, exhausted and afraid of whatever it was that would come next, because as you'd soon discovered alongside the existence of your children, there was always something else looming on the horizon.

And it just wasn't fair.

It wasn't fair how desperately you yearned for the touch of a man now supposedly unknown to you as you laid in bed each night,

It wasn't fair how curiously your little ones asked about other children's fathers,

It wasn't fair how obviously and agonizingly they took after their dad,

It wasn't fair how you saw him briefly each time you looked into their beautiful little eyes or brushed your fingers through their soft ginger hair,

None of it was fair, not in the slightest.

But just as you were about to open your mouth and express these long buried and ignored feelings of yours, a small and painfully poorly timed voice called out from behind you.

And when you shifted your gaze to see your ex's face more clearly, all you saw expressed upon it was a deep and sorrowful dread as he stared just past you at the once empty door frame, which you hoped against all hope and sense was still bereft of life.

Of course though, you could already tell from Fred's face alone that this was not the case.

"Mummy?"

The young voice that you immediately identified as that of your son questioned curiously from behind you, and finally you swallowed your hopes and fears and turned around to face the music for what felt like the one millionth time in that day alone.

And of course, standing there, backlit by the slightly yellow glow of the bulbs from the kitchen that sat just inside, was your boy, your darling Augustine, looking the very picture of the man that stood just a few feet away from him.

His hair was an absolute mess from his clearly restless sleep, and he was rubbing at his eyes in a manner that made it nearly impossible to make out their color, but even so that inarguable likeness was there.

He looked every bit the quintessential Weasley child, and it made your heart flutter in your chest when you noticed the way that your former love seemed to take this in, as if it were a knife to the gut.

Clearing your throat to rid it of the sudden thickness that you found there, you were quick to reply.

"Yes, love?"

You murmured softly, reaching out gently to help guide the young boy to you when he began to fumble all but blindly in your direction, eyes still blurred by sleep.

"Can sissy and me sleep with you? We've had another bad dream."

At that, you frowned immediately, maternal instincts quick to take over in spite of your stressful situation.

For nearly a year now your twins had suffered from nightmares, often on the same nights, though thankfully from what they had shared with you, they at least seemed to be about differing things.

That said, it did cause you rather significant grief as a parent to see your children suffering so with something you could not even hope to control or change.

It made you feel weak, helpless, and above all else, afraid of your own potential errors or failures in raising your little one's to have something like this plague them for so very long.

Several nights a week you would awaken to the sounds of pattering feet on hardwood, petrified voices crying out your name from down the hall, or little fingers poking at your body to rouse you as one or both of your children sought out the comforts of their mother.

Most often during times like this though, you'd found that it was Winnie who came to get you, her brother (younger by a whopping nine minutes and twenty-three seconds), typically favoring bundling up beneath his covers until you went off to gather him up in your arms and carry him to your bedroom before cocooning him alongside his sister within the blanket that smelled soothingly of you and the detergent you used on it once weekly.

So, naturally, it worried you to note that it was August who sought you out on this particular evening.

Sympathetically, you cooed to the boy standing before you, reaching down to pick him up with ease before setting him familiarly upon your hip with a skill that was rather jarring to the nearly forgotten man standing with his back to the wall just opposite you and your son.

"Of course you can sleep with me, darling."

You assured him gently, rubbing his back with your still free hand as you allowed your voice to take on that soft and soothing tone that all mothers seemed to master at one point or another,

"Does sissy need me to go and get her tonight?"

Your son had just begun quietly shaking his head when the sound of small feet on tiled floors caught your attention, and you immediately turned to better see the source of it as your daughter came into view.

There, backlit in the very same way that her brother had been, stood your ever so brave and dreadfully witty Winnifred, whose hair was still up in messy pigtails from earlier that day due to her refusal to allow you to take them out at bedtime.

You often claimed that she didn't get such stubbornness from you whilst you were teasing her, but you knew deep down that such a statement was far from true.

She was, after all, just as much your daughter as she was Fred's, and it seemed that the apple did not fall far from the tree in that particular regard.

"There's my sweet girl,"

You began, squatting down to offer your unoccupied arm to her,

"Would you like a cuddle as well, then?"

And immediately, the elder of your two children all but launched herself into your arms, muttering softly of her nightmare and the fading details she recalled of it as she buried her face into your neck, relaxing herself with any and all familiaritites you carried about your person.

You shushed her gently, swaying your body back and forth with a practiced rhythm until all of the sudden, Fred's voice snapped you straight out of your reverie.

"They truly are real then."

He said softly, as if in utter disbelief of the sight unfolding before him.

Unsure of what to say, you simply nodded, avoiding his gaze to the very best of your ability as you prayed he didn't notice the quiver in your bottom lip upon hearing the hurt and confusion in his voice.

"I-"

Seeming to choke a bit on his words, Fred faltered for a moment, floundering in place until finally, he simply shook his head and sighed.

"I should go."

Your eyes widened at that, and your head quickly snapped up as the man standing before you pulled a small pen and notepad set from his back pocket, the front of it clearly stained with ink and worn from use.

No doubt for his ideas, then, you realized idly before putting a stop to any familiarity you felt for the individual standing before you.

He was a different man now, a totally new person.

You had no right thinking of him as if you still knew who he was today.

Scribbling out a few lines of text in writing that you knew all too well, the ginger sighed before tearing the piece of paper he had been using out and handing it to you.

"That there is the address to mine and George's shop and our apartment just above it. If you don't find me there, I'm likely at Mum's or somewhere just down the road. Have someone let me know if you ever stop by while I'm not in."

Shocked, you nodded absently before finally finding it within yourself to speak up once more.

"So I'm guessing you'll be wanting me to come to you about all of this sooner rather than later?"

Shrugging in a manner that you would almost describe as hopeless, Fred looked to you briefly before quickly glancing away, as if pained by the mere sight of you alone.

"I would have wanted you to come to me about our children years ago, but better late than never I suppose."

Opening your mouth as if to argue with his statement, you found that nothing worth saying would come.

Once again, it seemed he was rather justified in how he felt.

Once again, it seemed you were the bad guy for doing what you had felt was right all those years ago.

What a mess.

Seeing your apparent speechlessness, Fred simply nodded in farewell before apparating out of your apartment complex without another word, leaving you to wonder how today could have begun so typically and ended in such a life altering manner.

Such was life with twins, you supposed.

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[felassan]

David Gaider on Flemeth, under a cut for length:

"I have a type. I admit it. There are certain wells I can return to repeatedly and always find something new to explore. One of them is older female characters. Mike used to rib me about it. Consider Wynne. Meredith. Genevieve. And, of course, the biggie: Flemeth. Why are they a type? I... don't know, honestly. I guess I have a feeling that older men fade, they strive to regain their youth or establish a legacy and we've seen that story a thousand times, but older women? They become free to become something new. I guess I see so many possibilities in that. I had a conception of who Flemeth was, and why, right from the very start. Her creation went hand in hand with Morrigan, as a being whose thirst for retribution hundreds of years ago attracted an entity (slight confession: I didn't know Mythal specifically, at the time, "an elven god" was enough). I also knew where Morrigan was right and very wrong about her. Misconceptions of the truth are built into DA's foundation, and they were fundamental to this mother-daughter relationship I was building. Like many seeds I'd put in the world, however, I had no idea whether I'd ever get to explore it. Knowing that she was a character of possible future importance, if not a major player in DAO, I wasn't much surprised when she was one of the first cuts the art team made in terms of getting a unique appearance. Thus the "batty old woman" players met in DAO. Not as hard a cut as the Qunari, though."

"Going into DA2, I wanted both Morrigan and Flemeth, but we could only have one. So I picked Flemeth. This was the game where she really got to come into her own. I remember the art team coming and asking if it was OK if she got a new model, as it'd be a retcon of sorts. I didn't care. I wanted it. I honestly don't remember whether Kate Mulgrew was cast before or after Claudia. After, I think? All I recall is that Cab came into my office one day and asked if Kate might be a good fit. Asked me, the dyed-in-the-wool Trekkie who had stuck with Voyager even through the admittedly lean years? The squeal I made was un-manly. Cab took that as a "yes". 😅 I didn't get to talk to Kate until DA2, however. Schedules being what they were, we had a tight window to record Flemeth... so I had to write all her scenes before almost anything else in DA2 was written, before I even had a team! Ack! It was OK, though, for the most part. I knew where I wanted to take her, and a big part of it was going to explain her transition - to set her up for the future. So I whipped up a script in, like, two days and off we went. Kate was a marvel in the booth. She adored Flemeth and you could really tell. I didn't get to meet Kate in person, however, until DAI. This came pretty late in its development, compared to when we recorded her for DA2, and we flew down to Virginia (to accommodate her schedule - she was writing her memoir at the time, I think) for a single session. It was going to be *tight*."

"I was a mess. I was finally going to meet Captain Janeway... and yes yes, I know she's also more than that. But come ON. When we sat down, I figured I'd have to talk her through the character all over again. It'd been years since that one session at the start of DA2, right? And even more since DAO. But, no. Kate remembered Flemeth perfectly. I remember sitting there as she told me how much she loved the character, how rare it was to get one with so much texture and possibility. She called out my writing - my writing! - and waxed poetic about how she viewed Flemeth's arc. I... I was floored. 🫠 Then we began recording. One issue that quickly reared its head was how Caroline had to speed through the lines if we hoped to finish. Kate was a trooper, and most takes she'd get it in one (which is rare), but I was alarmed because we weren't giving Kate time to read the VO comments on each line. I brought it up, as there were some lines (so much sarcasm) that required nuance - Kate was getting them, oddly, but I was worried. "Oh, it's fine," Kate said. "I read the comments as we go." "How could you? We're going so fast!" "I'm a speed reader." Oh. OK, then. That certainly explained it. 😁 We got to the confrontation scene with Morrigan and she nailed it. Over and over. More than once, Caroline would make a call and, before I could even interject and say "no, Kate had it right, actually" Kate would explain exactly why she did it that way and why it worked for Flemeth. I was in love. She did the "I will see her avenged!" section all in one go. I got chills. Then we got to the final scene. You know the one. With Solas. It was this beautiful moment. She took it somewhere quiet and sad... and when she got to that last line, we all felt it: Flemeth was dead. Everyone was in tears. I suppose I could talk more about the process. How she started off aligned with Morrigan's original Delirium inspiration, but I didn't pull back her loopy way of talking as much (bet you wondered). I still don't know why it was so easy to slip into her voice, but I'm grateful I got the chance. ❤️"

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[kazumist]

DRUNK WORDS ARE SOBER THOUGHTS .ᐟ

✩ — in which you found yourself confessing to your childhood friend, soshiro. all thanks to the liquid courage you got.

✩ — includes: hoshina soshiro x gn!reader. fluff. cw: reader is implied to wear makeup (but i didn't really use any gendered terms haha), ooc!hoshina i think.. uhm i wrote him differently here than how i usually write him ack TT. wc: 778. one (1) pet name used (bub). reblogs and feedback are very much appreciated !!

“let’s get you home.” hoshina swings your arm over his shoulder as he places his arm around your waist to balance you in his hold. “huuuuh? have we met before?’ you ask as your words are slurred. you look at the man holding you, squinting your eyes to get a good look at him (though that doesn’t really help because nothing is really processing for you at the moment). “we’ve been literally friends since we were kids.” hoshina says.

“ehhhh? soshiro?! no way! you’re all… you’re all so grown up now!” you exclaimed. soshiro takes note of the blush on your cheeks, and the way you keep stumbling in your steps. although it’s rare, he just sighs as he confirms that you were absolutely drunk at the moment. “that’s because i ain’t a kid anymore, you silly.”

getting you back to your dormitory was a hard task, even for the vice captain of the third division. only because during your trip back you kept making random comments like how soshiro was almost as pretty as the moon (you were looking at a street lamp thinking it was the moon) and he could only hold back his laugh.

as hoshina settles you on your bed, he proceeds to remove your makeup from your face. knowing you this long was enough for him to become familiar with your routine when it comes to attending celebrations like these. he gently wipes the cosmetic products from your face, making sure to keep quiet because you finally slept.

well, apparently, you still woke up either way. “you know, hiro…” the nickname rolled off of your tongue perfectly—almost too perfectly, if soshiro must admit. only you could call him that; after all, you were the one who came up with that nickname for him anyway. you stared at him with half lidded eyes, too tired to fully open them. “you have a stupid face.” you finish.

hoshina found himself dumbfounded.

“eh?”

“but it’s my favorite face to look at.”

oh.

"i suppose i'm grateful for the compliment.” he pushes the hairs that were hiding your face aside and chuckles. “you should go home; i might do something stupid.” he tilts his side to the side in confusion. “like what?”

“like kissing you.” he froze.

surely, this is just the alcohol, right? soshiro wonders, surprised at your words as he held his breath. “or maybe i roll off of my bed and end up sleeping on the floor.” you continue. he lets out a sigh of relief. soshiro only kept his feelings for you to himself. though he’d casually make some gestures, and that’s good enough to question if you’re crossing the line between friends and lovers.

“you should sleep. you’re completely drunk right now.”

“i'm totally, absolutely not at all drunk at all. like... at all!”

“sure, and i’m not the vice captain of this division.” he receives a pout from you as you turn away from him. he laughs at your antics, gently shaking you as he apologizes. you refused to face him as you focused your gaze on the wall. liquid courage was no joke—because you somehow feel more confident to admit more... personal thoughts to the man who’s sitting behind you.

“hey, soshiro?”

“yeah? are you feeling a bit better now?”

“i… would you hate me if i said that i like you? like, you know… more than what we are right now.”

once again, hoshina froze. his breath hitched as he processed what you had asked. would you hate me if i said that i like you? your voice echoed in his head. you still refuse to face him but you know that he knows that he could see you right now. no, he wouldn’t hate you—hell, why did you think that he would hate you because of that in the first place? he would be ecstatic!

“can you face me for a minute, bub?” the pet name came off so smoothly—you were the only one he called that with. you hesitantly, roll to your other side, looking up to the man sitting on the side of your bed. you quickly avoided his gaze, but his hand pushes away your hair from your face again. “i wouldn’t hate you for that, but i’d rather not have this conversation when you’re drunk like this. so don’t forget this conversation, ‘kay? we’ll talk about it once you wake up. can you promise me to remember this, bub?”

“i promise. how could i… forget…” you trailed off. yawning in between your words before your eyes finally decided to rest themselves.

soshiro feels delighted that he has something to look forward to for tomorrow.

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

domestic fluff with Artoria and Mordred please 

(F:GO) Dinner with Artoria and Mordred

For the record, I had to REALLY resist putting Big Smoke's Order in here as a joke, but even then it wouldn't be one because I did not know the appetite these two had prior to learning about them.

Artoria gives S/O a gentle smile, bowing her head in thanks.

(Artoria) "This meal looks lovely, dear. Thank you very much."

Despite her calm words, in truth what currently sat on their dinner table was nothing short of a feast for a king.

Which was fitting, all things considered.

Ever since she had been summoned to the modern era thanks to S/O, she had come to appreciate how varied and filling the meals of this time were!

Which, unfortunately or fortunately depending on your POV, meant that S/O had to learn how to be a good cook to please their husband.

And good god can she eat.

There was at least 6 different dishes on the table for her alone, meanwhile S/O had a plate to themselves.

But still, they wouldn't have it any other way. Especially the gentle eyes that lovingly gazed at them as they sat down across from her, taking the apron off.

(S/O) "Were you waiting for me, Saber?"

She promptly nodded.

(Artoria) "Of course! I want to make sure you have plenty of time to eat as well. We're having dinner together after all."

S/O's smile matched hers, chuckling and scooting their chair closer to the table.

(S/O) "Thank you. A-And if you need anymore, let me know!"

(Artoria) "I think this should suffice, love. Thank you."

(S/O) W-Will it?!

Tactfully not voicing their thoughts, S/O ate their portions relatively slowly, at least compared to their king.

Artoria tore through the dishes, yet somehow kept an air of elegance as she did so.

Or maybe they were distracted by her smile and being cute, but either way it wasn't a bad sight.

As long as she enjoyed herself, that was more than enough for S/O.

Especially the grocery bill.

Artoria may not need to eat due to being a Servant, but that would mean she'd smile less.

Which was absolutely not an option.

Mordred, much like her father, has one hell of an appetite.

Something S/O was reminded of as Mordred chowed down on several chicken legs, loudly at that. They had ordered four plates and even then they were unsure if that was enough.

The two of them had decided to eat out tonight, sitting in a booth of a nearby restaurant. Mordred wolfed her food down noisily, noticing that the people who saw her were staring in awe and horror.

The sight made S/O laugh, catching her attention and speaking with her mouthful.

(Mordred) "Watrulefinah?!" [What are you laughing at?!]

(S/O) "Nothing. I'm glad you're enjoying your meal is all."

With an audible gulp, she smiled back and pointed at S/O.

(Mordred) "Hell yeah, I'm enjoying myself! After all, this is on your tab! I get to eat to my heart's content!"

A small sigh escaped S/O but couldn't complain.

Mordred deserved to enjoy herself, even if S/O's wallet did cry a little.

Their thoughts were interrupted when Mordred suddenly sat next to them, yanking their plate over.

(Mordred) "Come oooon, brighten up a little! Here, take some of mine!-"

(S/O) "D-Don't shove the chicken into my face, Mordred!-"

(Mordred) "Just eat the damn leg. will you?"

Mordred fed S/O the chicken, a wide and toothy grin rewarding S/O for taking a bite.

(Mordred) "See? What I tell ya? If you're buying it, you might as well enjoy a little right?"

(S/O) "Yeah, thanks."

Mordred happily went back to her own meal, every now and then stealing from S/O's plate.

She had moved closer to them as well, to the point their legs were touching but she either didn't notice or care enough to bring it up.

And to that, S/O had to ruffle her hair, which was enough to snap her out of it with a small blush.

(Mordred) "Hey!? Why're you touching my hair like that?!"

(S/O) "Heh, no reason!"

(Mordred) "Oh yeah?!"

Mordred immediately did the same thing, but this time S/O reacted stronger than her.

(S/O) "Ack! I can feel the grease!"

(Mordred) "Not so fun when it's done to you, is it?!"

(S/O) "I'm not even eating finger food!-"

(Mordred) "SHUT UP!"

[imagine-riding-dragons]

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Snotlout x Shy Scarred Reader:

• Rumors were quick to spread amongst the masses of this tiny island that you called home. How could they not? With Berks size and the twins being the ones to stir the rumor mill pot everyone was subject for at least one rumor at all times. That includes yourself.

• Growing up on Berk you developed a sort of reputation over the years for being on the more quiet side. That wouldn't be a problem if it weren't for the fact that you don't look the most welcoming either. As you got older the extra tattoos you added onto your body, combined with your stone cold demeanor, and overall silent by nature aura let's just say you didn't have a lot of friends growing up.

• What made it all worse were your scars. Now scars on a Viking are not out of the norm but they didn't help your case any. Before Hiccup became tamer of the Dragons many assumed you got your scars from said Dragons but time would leave people guessing. The twins especially. Since the Dragons are our friends now one would assume you'd stop getting scars, correct? Nope! Each year was worse, and now you have a pretty sizable scar running up your neck and on your chin that definitely wasn't there before the Dragon wars.

•You were eating alone in the Mead Hall as usual and part of this routine Included overhearing the twins come up with wacky theories as to how you got your scars.

• Tuffnut: Well if she didn't get her scars from a wicked Dragon fight then maybe, just maybe, she's actually an assassin!! She goes out every night to go fight pirates on the beach and thats's how she gets her scars.

• Ruffnut: That's so cool!

• Hiccup was there to desculate the situation.

• Hiccup: No not cool! Tuffnut you know we don't get pirates here and stop making up things about people who you clearly don't know anything about.

• Tuffnut: Well I don't see YOU trying to talk to them.

• Hiccup: *Flustered* Ack well I uh . ..I'm very busy you know doing dragon training and managing the school . . and

• Ruffnut: *teasingly* and you're sacaaaared!

• Astrid: *a bit annoyed* knock it off guys, but the twins are right Hiccup. We DON'T know anything about them and yet they're not doing a whole lot of talking either. I mean their our age and they have more scars than your dad! What IS someone like that doing to get that beat up in life?

• That thought process was enough to get the gang to quiet down and it was enough to get you pissed off. It wasn't like you were being quiet on purpose!! But even when you tried talking to other people they always looked spooked. Clenching your fists you felt anger building in you, yet you had no way to release it.

• Fishlegs was the only one to notice your mood sour from across the hall.

• Fishlegs: uh guys . .  I think we might have poked the sleeping dragon.

• Hiccup: Well maybe we should try talking to them ourselves?

• Fishlegs: I volunteer not myself!!

• Hiccup: Twins?

• Tuffnut: I volunteer Ruffnut!!!

• Ruffnut: Hey that's MY line but uh replace my name with yours!!

• Hiccup: *sighing* Astrid?

• Astrid: Hiccup?

• Watching this scene go down before him Hiccup was ready to go talk to you himself that was until Snotlout decided to volunteer for the job.

• Snotlout: Sounds like this requires the good old Snotlout charm. *he says with suave and swagger*

• Before Hiccup could try and stop him, Snotlout was already sauntering over to you. Arriving at your spot he was so caught up in trying do his "flirtatious spiel" he was startled when you got a good look at ths scar on your neck.

• Snotlout: Well hello babe noticed you sitting all by yourself and felt pulled to your presence. Thought I might introduce myseeeeelf . . and Oh Is that new???!

• Feeling immediate embarrassment you couldn't even look him in the eyes as you did your best to try and cover the scar and scramble on out of here.

• Snotlout: *Trying to stop you* No no no wait!!! That's . . . that's cool!! Yeah! I mean I have scars myself too from all the hard workouts and fights I get into *he says while trying to flex*. Yeah uh got some in "hard to see places" *he winks* wouldn't mind showing you if you can handle all of this.

• Well now you're embarrassed for a different reason. A large blush formed on your face as your hands went to cover it. Staring at him you could tell he was a bit nervous himself talking to you. You hadn't said anything at all and you weren't sure where to begin especially compared to an opening like that. Shamefuly all you could muster out was a meek "Ha!"

• Snotlout: . . . .Ha??

• (Y/N): . H  .Hey. .

• Snotlout: *A blush similar to your own was forming on his face* . . .uh .  hi?

• Feeling the embarrassment take hold once more all the pressure in the air was crushing you and you needed to leave lest you keel over and die right in front of him.

• (Y/N): *Softly* Sounds good . . great talk. Goodbye.

• And with that you dipped leaving Snotlout a flustered mess. Trying to hide his own blush you couldn't deny the emotions stiring inside him. Holy shit you sounded so cute.

• Replaying the scene in your head kept you up half the night. Well could you blame yourself? You looked like dork and not to mention you sounded like one too. Though it can't be helped it's not like you had much experience talking to other people before. Not to mention this was the first time someone even attempted to talk to you first. And part of you wished it was the last, as days after that event happened Snotlout made it his own personal goal to try and get you to talk more.

• And it somewhat worked. Kind of? It was rough, like really rough to get you to not only open up more but for the gang to accept you as a new friend. The twins had to learn to not treat you like a spectacle and something to gawk at. Fishlegs needed to be reminded that you weren't going to secretly stab them all in your sleep and Astrid and Hiccup had to learn how to communicate with someone who well . didn't. But with time and much patience all would see that beyond your cold appearance you were a sweet and caring person on the inside. Of course your voice would only be for Snotlout and Snotlout only, not that he minded, but without a voice to be heard people still tried to "piece together" the puzzle that were your scars when in reality there was no mystery to be solved.

• Sitting on a quiet ledge overlooking the waves that crash along the coast of Berk you let out a deep sigh. This alerted Snotlout who was sitting idle alongside you who was sharpening his axe to pass the time.

• Snotlout: What's wrong?

• You didn't realize your thoughts had translated into reality as you tried to play off your emotions as you always did.

• (Y/N): oh . . . nothing.

• Snotlout only gave you an unamused stare not letting up until you spoke.

• (Y/N): *sheepish* Ach well . . uh . .It's nothing really . . just oh I don't know I'm just . . *frustrated* I'm still so sick of everyone making a big fuss of my scars. They're really nothing to talk about.

• Snotlout stopped what he was doing to give his full attention to you knowing how hard it is for you to speak up even to him.

• Snotlout: *teasing* well you don't do a good job explaining.

• (Y/N): . . ..I know.

• Snotlout: They're just curious.

• (Y/N): *sighing* I know.

• As the silence filled the air once more you pondered long and hard about what you wanted to say next. You spent a lot of time recently thinking about speaking. Never having the opportunity to do so until you meet Snotlout. Speaking of him you never did thank him for trying to talk to you before. Nor did you thank him for being your first friend. Glancing at the scars the call themselves home on your skin an idea pops into your head.

• (Y/N): Say Snotlout. . . would you like to know how I got these scars?

• If his attention wasn't on you it definitely is now. Maybe his enthusiasm was a bit too apparent because you nearly jumped back when his body was suddenly planted firmly next to yours. His eyes brimming with overwhelming excitement. He can't deny he was intrigued my your scars too he just never pushed you for answers not wanting to make you feel uncomfortable.

• (Y/N): Ahh . . .well uh ...I got his one *referring to a large scar on your upper right thigh* . . trying to cut an apple.

• Snotlout: . . . what.

• (Y/N): *relaxing a bit* yeah . . .my hand slipped and the knife that I was holding ended up taking a nose dive off my counter and straight across my leg.

• Snotlout: . . . uh huh??

• (Y/N): Oh oh!! And this one *referring to a scar on your left calf* . . .my leg got caught along (Dragon's name)'s claw when I was mounting them. . . . needless to say I learned to wear longer fabric while riding on the back of a sharp fire breathing lizard. *you laugh embarrassed*

• Snotlout: . . . What??

• (Y/N): Yeah . . that wasn't fun but it's nothing compared to the one on my stomach!!

• Snotlout: . . go on.

• (Y/N): Yeah I got that one from a sparring class.

• Snotlout: Ha! Now where talking!

• (Y/N): That one was pretty embarrassing. . . It was my job to pick up disgarded weapons that were thrown around and I . .  I was carrying too many at once . . . and I ended up tripping on myself and lets just say a sword caught my fall.

• Snotlout: What???!?

• And on and on and on you went explaining away each and every scar you had on your body. From the scar on your right shoulder from when you walked backwards into a tree, to the scar on your right ankle from when you were a baby. You were crawling around on the floor and got nicked by your brother's axe that was laying around. As each scar was named and explained Snotlout was coming to the realization that you weren't some cool warrior with a deep dark history. You were just some Clumsy Goober?!!! And he has feelings for said Clumsy Goober.

• (Y/N): Haha yeah and that's pretty much it. . . Oh!! The scar on my neck!

• Snotlout: *teasing* let me guess you lost a battle between you and cutting bread.

(Y/N): *pouting* . . no . . .I was trying to cut  my hair. . . and my hand slipped . .  again.

Now it was Snotlout's turn to sigh. Luckily it came with laughter as he pulled you into his side to try and tease you more about it.

Snotlout: Hahaha and here I thought you were some fearsome badass. No wonder you keep these to yourself. Guess you're gonna need me to hold the knives in this relationship Babe. That or your hands will be chopped off.

Blushing you become embarrassed by his words and flirting.

(Y/N): *whining* . . What does that supposed to mean?

Snotlout could only laugh as he held you closer to give you a noogie. Don't worry he's got your back weather you like it or not. Loving and teasing you every step of the way.

[jeonitopia]

BABY TIME

🪐 bts x f! pregnant! reader (separate)

🪐 headcanons // fluff+angst

☆ warnings: none except maybe no beta read !

a/n: potential part 2 for when the baby is born? depends on if people like this.. also just short hcs bcuz well.. i overdid myself and did all 7 in one post... sigh (i made tis longer than it was supposed to be wtf)

☆KIM SEOKJIN

"Aishh! you already had chocolate earlier!"

constantly watching your diet, making sure all your vitamin and certain intakes are proper

"Jin I'm craving ramyeon with milk mixed in.." "WHAT"

catching him ask his mom what she needed and what she wouldve done if she got pregnant again (he has no shame)

he's an absolute prince in your child's eyes

when he has to leave, he calls you at least every 2 hours and if he can't, he messages you!! (asking for pics of you and the baby)

in love with role-playing with the child, wether it be king and princess, or knights and bandits (you're the damsel in distress)

☆ | 🪐 | ☆

☆MIN YOONGI

honestly, he was terrified of being a father because of his experience with his own father

once he realized the whole weight of the situation, he understood that he WILL be a good (and supportive) father because you are with him

learning that your child also has a thing for music

absolutely bringing your baby to the studio and letting him have his own crib next to his producing set-up

has noise cancelling headphones for the baby if he has to record something or when he's going to fully focus on producing

(of course has the volume on his headphones a medium volume so he can hear if the baby wakes up)

made a joke about how in daechwita, you'd be his empress and the baby is the heir

cue him posting a photo of the three of you in traditional hanbok (yoongi in daechwita outfit, without the long hair because baby will be upset)

☆ | 🪐 | ☆

☆JUNG HOSEOK

always taking photos of your progress

"look here!"

he always tries to keep you active

massages all day everydayyy

you got him to chill with the dance practices so that he both doesnt overwork himself AND you get to spend more time with him

absolutely doing the silliest things to entertain the baby

it's obvious who the favorite is 😐

showing dance moves to the baby and doing silly faces

has a picture of the three of you in hope world, he loves staring at it and just being grateful for his family

he's j-hope, you're bae-hope, baby is mini/baby-hope

☆ | 🪐 | ☆

☆KIM NAMJOON

songs containing references and metaphors that relate to you and the baby (not that he DIDNT do this before)

maybe even a whole mini-album dedicated to your journey into parenthood, each song created throughout your progress till your due date

he did his thorough research on pregnancy and things related to it and constantly gives you advice

when the baby is old enough for long distance rides, family trips are a common thing

loves cradling the baby and blabbering about an art piece they're standing in front of

you're so in love? help???

he has 3 lil plants, the 3rd plant being a new sprout that he likes to say is the baby (it sprouted the day the baby was born?? omg???)

☆ | 🪐 | ☆

☆PARK JIMIN

you became an absolute princess the moment he found out you were pregnant

wonders if the baby would grow up to have the same fingers as his papa mochi

already planning to convince the baby to try a martial art or a type of dancing so he and his papa can have multiple ways of bonding

dropping hints about the baby mochi on some of his lives

one time he asked if he can try your breastmilk

😐😑😐

teasing him about how when the baby holds his fingers, they look the same

☆ | 🪐 | ☆

☆KIM TAEHYUNG

honestly you'd have around 2-3 kids

but this is your first one, taehyung is honestly nervous

absolutely SURE he wants to be a father but more worried on if he'd be a good one

at this point, he'd also be another baby

"Ack, my feet hurt quite a bit.." "AREYOUALRIGHT?DOYOUNEEDTOGOTOTHEHOSPITAL??ILLCALLDOCTORPARK"

you personally think he might be the one more stressed even when he isnt the one carrying the baby

2nd questioner of wifey's breast milk taste

yeontan and the baby being bestfriends

yeontan has super instincts and starts going wild when he feels the baby is about to start crying

☆ | 🪐 | ☆

☆JEON JUNGKOOK

he watched the movie Up with taehyung and they googled why the old couple had a miscarriage, he learned it was from lead exposure

so now he keeps you away from drying walls and dusty areas and even has a small baggy filled with masks and cleansing tissue

he calls it "baby protection protocal"

surprisingly very calm and responsible! (hes trying to win your trust so that he can spoil your child rotten)

absolutely DROPS the fact that he is having a child and dragged you into the view of the live

3rd questioner of wifey's breast milk taste

baby plays with daddy's lip ring because he finds it really cool

baby also thinks daddy's sleeve tattoo is cool and always wants to slobber his saliva on it

baby wants to ride on bam's back??? 😭😭😭😭

[nyenyel]

Puppy/Good boy compilation

Ch 21

“You’re forgetting something.” “What do you mean?” “The person you hate sends you to dreamland every night. So, do you hate my lullaby service too? Ha-ha. You don't have to think so hard. Look at you, just sweating over it. It's so obvious. You stare into space like that, right after what I said. Open your eyes, man. I won't tease you anymore. Relieved now, huh. So cute.” “I…” “Leave it. I'll continue singing my lullabies to you every night, so don't fret like a puppy. “ I'm not a puppy!!! Javier almost shouted back at his young master.

Ch 51

Javier's expression became darkened. Lloyd tapped his shoulder. "Don't droop your shoulders like a sad puppy." "Excuse me? I am not a puppy..." "Let's go. We have a lot to do." "Yes."

Ch 156

"Are you grabbing me because I might fall?" asked Lloyd. "You got it all wrong," denied Javier again. "How so?" "I wished to grab your collar because of what you did, but my hands just don't reach that far." "Aha. So, that's why you're clutching my sleeve?" Javier was silent again. "Makes sense though," Lloyd agreed, "after all, I am an important and respectable man." “...” "My goodness. What a good boy you are, Javier," teased Lloyd. "Do you want me to shove you down the cliff?" "Really? Do you mean it?" "I think this height is enough to cleanly send you off in one try. Just enough to end your tenacious life." "I think you're being sincere now," pointed out Lloyd. "Obviously." “...” Even when Javier went on uttering viciously, he never let go of Lloyd's sleeve as though he was worried that Lloyd might fall off.

Ch 175

"I know. I know that too," Lloyd smiled awkwardly "Then apologize." "For what?" huffed Lloyd. "For calling me Lady Ella just a while ago." "Okay. I'm sorry. I'm apologizing. You're a good boy, Javier, aren't you?" “...”

Ch 264

"One boy in the miserable fiefdom was forced to starve all day. His puppy starved together with him. The two tightly embraced each other, only relying on each other's body heat to get through the cold night. But not a single person came to their aid. And just like that, the boy and the dog slowly but surely drew in their final breaths of air. And right before he died, a drop of tear welled up under his eyes. He whispered to himself, his last whisper sad. Oh, oh... Only if Sir Asrahan had put on the gigantic crab shell..." “...” "Hearing those last words, the dog whimpered and licked the boy's cheeks. But the boy didn't move. That is when the dog realized that the time had come for him to follow the boy. So, the dog-" "I will wear it," Javier huffed, shaking his head. "All right, good thinking. My little puppy." Javier's face darkened.

Ch 315

"Pay attention to your inner self," replied Javier patiently, "And you will naturally feel what it is." "I am already paying attention right now," Lloyd stressed every word to drive his point home. However, Javier was unimpressed. "It does not look like it, Master Lloyd." Lloyd sighed. "I'm trying." "It's still not enough." "Ack! Ack! Dammit!" yelled Lloyd as he suddenly tapped the arms of the sofa with his palms. To this, Javier could only say, "Calm the rage inside you and find peace. Now, breathe." Lloyd obeyed. "Whew..." "There you go," cooed Javier. "Good boy." "Hey." Lloyd opened his eyes. "Focus, Young Master."

[johndonneswife]

ajshfjsjfjdj i don’t think i was clear i was just saying tho if you are having thoughts like this. i think it’s worth exploring them through a queer lens. bc heterosexual ppl don’t have those ‘you never know’ thoughts! and im juuuust saying comphet has chains on all of us!! if you’re a girl saying this shit to me you *might actually be a lesbian! you’ve just been conditioned to think girl crushes and ‘platonic’ crushes are normal when you might *actually* be attracted to women. or you could be bi! but i doubt you’re as straight as u think you are

it’s so funny. when ‘heterosexuals’ talk to me. and they’re like ‘hmm yeah. i guess. you never know. i mean everyone is a little bisexual right’ cause like. no not everyone is a ‘little’ bi 😭 but bitch you probably are!!!!

[dumbgoondog]

Curse!Nanami NSFW Alphabet

Cw/Tw—Pregg, breed, uhhh maybe I missed stuff??

Tags—domestic, he’s so funny, Mahito I guess snuck in?

Curse!Nanami🙏 gotta make his divider, using this for now tho.

(A)ftercare - he’s messy, undone, panting—but you are not leaving his arms. He needs to cuddle and hold you, he might sit quietly for a bit just coming down from it all but then he’s asking how you are and how it all felt.

(B)ody Part - your chest, he’s pulling and tugging on your chest like it’s his stress toy. Got a hand firmly pressed to feel your heartbeat, to steady you, to pin you. Rest your head in his lap so he can rest a hand on your chest!

(C)um - Right at or on your entrance. He loooooveeess seeing the mess and then pushing it all in or deeper into you.

(D)irty Secret - he wants to do roleplay where you take orders from him and he’s some authority figure over you. Oh he’s also super into the “being the affair partner of someone who’s being abused” Trope

(E)xperience - As a curse? None. However unlike others… he’s not bothered by this.

(F)avorite Position - planked, you in a head lock, hitting it from behind. Or you riding, might switch between the two.

(G)oofy - Nope, he’s focused and it never crosses his mind. There might be a funny noise, or awkward pose, but to him it’s just another thing to cherish. This doesn’t mean he won’t chuckle at something, he just waits for your reactions first.

(H)air - He’s a jungle explorer, please don’t shave.

(I)ntimacy - He’s less intimate than normal Nanami, not intentionally, he’s just… he’s awkward. He tries to make up for it with quality time and acts of service.

(J)ack off - very rarely. He’s always so busy, Mahito loves keeping him busy, and the Web has lots of work that needs to be done. Plus his main job is guarding the curse womb nurseries. When he does get to work one out though? He’s edging himself to hit a hard climax every time.

(K)ink - Like normal Nanami, breeding. God does he love breeding. He wants kids, at least 3. He wants to live, to settle down, to raise his own… he feels like that’s so far fetched tho.

(L)ocation - At home. He doesn’t have a car, or really an office space either so there’s no where risky or public he feels comfortable enough to try… doesn’t mean he’d stop you if you surprised him with a changing stall or photo booth.

(M)otivation - Being a brat is one way for sure, but you start pampering or spoiling him? Giving him a massage, cooking for him, running him a bath… that’ll get him.

(N)o - He’s not making an arm attachment for sex. He’s not going to switch his arm so you have vibrator cunni 3000 arm extendo. He has hands, and toys!

(O)ral - he’s… not good at it. Not with how his mouth is. He wishes he was tho. He loves oral tho, suck him good and he’s a mess.

(P)ace - he’s rough, unlike Nanami. He loves how your skin squishes against him, how it jiggles. Most of his body is stiff cursed wooden flesh. He loves watching you jolt and jump with every smack of his hips into yours. God it’s heaven.

(Q)uicky - Yes… on one condition. Neither of you get to finish and when you both have time to get down to it next? He’s getting you.

(R)isk - He’s a bit more open to trying things! Taking some risks here and there. As long as you talk about it before hand he’s up for trying just about anythin

(S)tamina - he’s got more stamina than normal Nanami, but not much, he’s maybe more like 1hr 30mins to 2hrs. Curses have great stamina pools for physical activities

(T)oys - he doesn’t own any but he’s super happy to use some on you and or himself, buy some and test em out

(U)nfair - he’s a bigger tease than you’d think, he likes making you ask for it, teasing his tip on your lips or at your entrance—he likes if you get desperate and he thinks it’s hot if you cry.

(V)olume - he talks a good deal—praising you, telling you how you feel… but he also might slow down to tease you sayin sum “haaahhh, huh? You’re whining plum, did you want me to keep ruing your hole? Can you take it? You seem like you need me to be gentle.”

(W)ild Card - he doesn’t remember a lot of being alive, so he’d love to go do mundane things with you! Get to experience life with you. Sure it’s nots sexual but like normal Nanami, sex is no requirement.

(X)-ray - Mahito got him his underwear… it’s surprisingly not that bad though? Okay maybe it’s kinda bad. It’s boxer brief bulge pouch underwear that’s neon colors… think a thong for men. But it really cups your dick and balls.

(Y)es - he might be up for the idea of doing a Hunter and prey chase in the woods. It’s not that exciting, no. Like only if you want to cuz it’s like whatever. Ya know? … do you wan to?

(Z)zz - the first few times he won’t be up for cuddling and sleeping after, but after the first few? He’s so up for cuddling and falling asleep together, it’d make him happy.