#and its like...hmmm. how do i explain it????

[mon-amour-my-amour]

Anyways. Watched the TS Trailer and this is what I've gotten so far.

Saturation is important, referenced by an answer to an ask about the 'Saturated Thread' that Betz wears and the 'Saturationpedia: The Complete Ritual Guide, and from 'Saturating' a flower/keycard and other things.

Betz is a Knight so I'm curious about his job, and also what being Sossotte's guide entails?

The Betz Brigade gives me PKMN SWSH Team Yell vibes, not in that they are a threat but in that they are super supportive of Betz and perhaps embarrass them? idk just a theory. Team Yell gets in the other trainers way, I wonder if the The Betz Brigade will be a help or a hinder?

Google translate says Cul-de-puits means 'Dead End'. *

*Correction :

[logosbot-tm]

Ouch Ouch my heart hurts. Ouch (<- I'm sad, and I'm trying my best to deal with it before it turns to depression. So far, it's going okayish. I have some things that I need to do, tho lol)

[ruinix]

Could you make a Quinn X Reader, where the reader is deaf and communicates by sign language? How would Quinn be about it?

Hello, lovely. I tried my best writing this. Please do note that I am not deaf or hard-of-hearing. I unfortunately don’t know any sign languages, even the one in my country. [I tried learning but it didn’t stick. I lack people to converse with it]. Simply, I hope this doesn’t offend anyone. If people do, I can take this down… 😔

Spoken Gestures

TW/CW: Deaf!Reader, 18+ MDNI, Smut, Slight description of a past injury (blood and stitches), Choking (is it choking? Yes, ask Quinn, he’s the receiver. 😏 😏 😏), Oral sex (fem receiving), Unprotected Sex (use protections, silly), Just Quinn in love and horny over here

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You’re washing the dishes by hand early in the morning. Quinn yawns, sneakily getting himself a glass of orange juice. At that moment, you slam a cup down. He startles, jumping, almost spilling on himself.

He instantly faces you, his eyes zeroing in your hand, making sure you aren’t hurt if the cup breaks. Thankfully, you’re fine. The cup didn’t break. If you had, it won’t be the first time that you’ll break something when you unknowingly slam it. It’s not your fault. You simply can’t hear it.

Plus, it’s not like you do it all the time. You just occasionally put down some things harshly. Honestly, Quinn does that too.

On one side, breaking glassware—or anything at all—isn’t a big deal, because Quinn can always buy replacements. On the other, the possibility of you getting hurt during or after the process is his major concern. He doesn’t want another repeat of you getting a laceration across your palm like before. No. He can’t bear it. Even if it didn’t leave a scar, it burns through his memory. Forever haunting him.

Grounding himself, he focuses on the fact that you’re not hurt right not. He exhales a sigh of relief.

‘You’re okay’, he repeats in his head.

Slowly, he approaches you, taking the oven mitt on the counter, he uses it to lightly fan at you.

The gust of wind makes you turn towards him, smiling your kind grin. You dry your hands on a towel, then you sign, “Hi, Quinn.”

The sight of his signed name always makes his heart flutter, skipping a beat as it races in his chest. You’ve given that name to him and he will forever cherish it. It makes him feel so connected with you, especially when he knows yours. He signs it while he says, “My Love.”

A flush paints your cheeks when you watch both his hands and his lips. For a moment, you turn your face away, covering it with your hands as a soft ‘hmmm’ escapes you.

Yeah, you do that sometimes. Like you’re brimming with so much giddiness at the simple sight of him calling you your name and his endearment for you. It makes Quinn want to do it again and again and again.

He comes closer, gently putting his hands around your wrists, pulling down from your face. You look at him with wide eyes, your cheeks still so red. His thumbs trace circles on your skin of your inner wrists before tracing over your palms, feeling your delicate skin.

The laceration didn’t scar—thank fuck—but for Quinn, he swears he can still feel its existence. He can never forget how hot the blood rushing from the gash before he pressed a towel on it, how his heart slammed in his chest like battering ram from your panicked sounds as you cried until you two got to the hospital. It truly haunts him. He doesn’t want it to happen again.

He runs his thumbs over your palms once more, then he lets go.

“Be careful. You are slamming the glassware,” he says while signing it, just like how you taught him.

Your head tilts to the side. “I did?”

“Yes, please be careful. You might get hurt again.” He sighs, rubbing his chest as an ache bloom right there. “Why are you even doing the dishes? We have a dishwasher.”

“For a few cups and plates?” You sign exasperatedly, lecturing him about saving water and energy, explaining how you find it therapeutic to wash them.

Your gestures start small then turn bigger when you suddenly go into a tangent about electric energy, electric cars, and then crocheting beanies. How you get to that subject is a mystery to Quinn.

He can only blink as he tries to keep up. There are a few signs he fails to understand but by context clues, he gets it.

He makes a mental note to ask for your help. He needs to understand everything you say. It’s not good if he still heavily relies on clues when he’s been learning sign for quite a while now. It’s hard learning sign. No. Not that. It’s more of he’s still very new to it despite the whole year of learning it.  

He still finds himself going word-for-word. He doesn’t realize it until he replays the gestures in his mind and realizes he could’ve done another sign. Sometimes you sign so quickly that he cannot catch it. Like right now. You’re getting so fast that he’s getting overwhelmed instead of understanding. It makes his eyes sting as tears build up from his slight panic.

He brings up his hand, making you pause. Slowly he takes your hands, a silent plea for help, because he truly needs it. He can’t keep up.

“Sorry,”he mutters, enunciating the word.

You step closer, gripping his hands back as tightly as he does. You shake your head. Quinn understands the look in your eyes, because he knows you so well. They say, “No need to apologize. Do you want me to repeat it?”

To that, he nods. You both take a seat on the stools by the counter. The dishes are long forgotten as you repeat everything slower. It’s a wonder how you manage to remember everything you’ve said. Still, you carried every bit of emotions—though all over the place—like you had. Your gestures are bigger as they were.

Quinn finds himself relaxing when he can understand you.

You’ve been utterly patient with him. So warm. You’re perfectly the reason why he does his best in his sign language classes which he keeps as a secret. There will be a time in the future when you don’t need to repeat yourself because he’ll understand everything no matter how fast you speak. A time when he doesn’t need to sneak to his classes because he’s done with them. A time when he won’t be so clumsy with his signs. He just hopes it comes sooner.

He wants to talk to you so much every day. He wants his words to be seen by you. You lip-reading him is not enough when he has limbs to speak with you. He needs to learn so when—not if—you two have children, he’ll teach them too.

“I want to crochet a sweater for you.” Your eyes are twinkling with excitement. You ask, “Will you wear it after I finish it?”

It’s such a wonder how washing the dishes came to crocheting, but Quinn’s here for it.

“Yes,” he says breathlessly as your fingers traces the veins on his hand, feeling up his forearms and back to his hand. When your eyes come back up his face, he mutters, “Thank you for repeating what you said.”

“No problem, Quinn. You always repeat what you say for me too.”

Your words make him wonder. Does he? He never notices if he repeats himself. His memories are more locked onto him making you go over what you’ve said. Maybe he does. He doesn’t mind it if he does. He’ll continue doing it, because you’re so important to him.

He notes the grin on your face, showing your pretty teeth, the corners of your eyes crinkling. He loves how expressive you are. Always communicating with him. Your face and your body.

When you’re happy, your eyes basically beam like stars in the skies of a rural area where they can be seen without the pollution in the air. When you’re so excited, you are basically jumping while you gesture with lightness and just pure joy, which he can feel. 

When you’re sad or disheartened, your shoulders will slump, and your signs will be a lot smaller. When you’re angry or pissed, your ears would turn so red, your eyebrows extremely furrowed, and your signs would be so choppy and wild. You would either face him or turn away so you wouldn’t see him retort. Luckily, he doesn’t get you angry at him frequently. He tries not to.

He loves your sounds. They’re indiscernible, coming out when you’re getting into the conversation so much. He doesn’t mind it. He doesn’t think that he should at all. It’s just you. It’s another way of how you communicate. Sometimes you try to speak his name. The slightest sound of Q. Quinn takes that. The sound basically ingrained in his soul.

You’re trying to say his name.

His. Name.

Nothing’s better than that.

On that note, he always gets annoyed when people throw glances when you sign and let out those noises in public. He doesn’t mind curious or confused glances, but he loathes those who judge or scoffs. They should mind their fucking business. Every time he gets pissed, you will give his forehead a chop, reprimanding him. When he doesn’t ease, you will walk away because you’re so done with his antics, and he has no other choice but to stalk after you like a lost puppy, trying to get you to look at him for minutes until you finally do.

He can’t help it. He gets protective over you, even when you don’t need him to. You told him many times, but he really, really, really can’t help it.

He needs you to be comfortable. Anywhere. Everywhere.

That includes your—and his—home.

It’s really casual changes. Really. Like the doorbell that’s connected to lights he installed in every room, so you’ll know if there’s someone at the door when he’s not home. Like the flashing alarm for fire, smoke, carbon monoxide, so that you’ll always be safe like him in case of emergency. Like the speakers that have good bass, so you’ll enjoy your music. Like the TV with a permanently on closed captions—along the subscription programs that should always automatically play with them—so that you’ll have fun with your shows. Like the little nook he prepared for your reading or crafting or working or whatever you want to do. Little things. Casual things. Just for you.

If you two were to move to a bigger place, he can’t wait to do it all over again. He’s making a home for you. It has to be perfect.

When you first got together, Quinn did a ton of research on having a relationship with a person with hearing disability. That was why for your second date, he asked how you wanted him to approach you. Honestly, he feels so fucking proud when you stared at him with surprise and your jaw open, because you didn’t expect that. Then you smiled so widely that it made him fall so deeply in love with you on the second date. It’s surreal.

Quinn still didn’t know sign back then, so you conversed with your notebook or your phone. You explained about flicking the lights on and off, lightly fanning at you, doing a bigger wave when he’s in your peripherals, and even stomping on the wooden floor. He’s been doing those things and still to this day, he feels so amazing whenever you greet him with that beautiful smile.

“Hmm,” you hum, bringing him back to reality. “Where did you go?”

“Just here,” he scoots closer, putting a thigh between yours so he can get even closer. “What are your plans today?”

He shudders when your hand comes up to rest over his neck while he speaks, his hands stopping immediately mid sign. He sees the way your eyes dart from lips to his eyes, your slow and seductive blinks over your eyes with your pupils blowing out, your breaths that come out deeper like pants. The corner of his lips comes up, a chuckle escaping him which makes you preen and visibly crave for more.

“No plans,” you sign with so much longing in your eyes, “Your voice rumbles.”

“Does it?” He presses your hand firmer against his throat. He groans when you take that as invitation—thank fuck—and squeezes perfectly against his carotid arteries, controlling his blood circulation to his head. He moans, eyes rolling up for a second. “Fuck, yes.”

He’s so fucking hard. Another squeeze, and he’s making a fucking mess in his briefs. When your other hand runs down his chest, down to his crotch, he groans which makes you moan. Fuck, you sound so good. Feel so good.

He gives both of you a few more minutes to take each of your touches in, before he drags you back to your shared bedroom. He immediately kisses you, his tongue immediately seeking comfort against yours. He pushes you on the bed, crawling over you, panting as you spread your legs so readily for him. Yet, he still hooks his knee under your thigh, spreading further.

When your hand slips under his shirt, he quickly removes it, helping off yours, until both of you are naked. He grinds his aching cock against your wet slit, rubbing on your clit over and over again. Damn it. He’s already so fucking close. He’s not even inside of you yet.

Your whines are tiny as you breathe them out. He wants to sink into your pussy so bad but the way you tug at his hair, your touch around his throat before it snakes to his shoulder to push him down, he knows what you need.

 So he kisses your lips, your jaw, your delicate neck. He sucks on your skin hard enough to leave his marks. He licks his way down to your wonderful tits that fit so well in his hands. He licks the underside of your breast before sucking your pert nipple.

One after another.

Oh the way you sigh. The way your fingers slip into his hair, your nails scratching his scalp so wonderfully. You look like a Goddess looking down at him, urging him to do your bidding. So he lightly nip at your buds, groaning when you moan and whine, making sure to press his front against yours to let you feel all the noises he makes. He needs you to know how much you affect him.

When your hips lift, begging for friction, he pushes them down, but he starts kissing his way down, down, and down. Pressing a light kiss on each of your hip, he hooks his hands over your thighs and lifts and settles between. He watches your arousal drip from your pussy.

Taking deep inhales, he takes in your scent. It’s so heady, making him all dizzy, his eyesight blurring as he leans closer, greedily taking in every hint of you. Then he licks from your entrance to your throbbing clit. He doesn’t stop when your thighs squeeze around his head, when your delicate fingers tug his hair. He laves at your cunt like it’s his last chance to consume you. You tastes so exquisite, and when he blows over your clit, you hips buck off, threatening to suffocate him. He doesn’t care if he does.

He continues eating you out, fucking you with his tongue and his fingers. He moans into your heat, letting you feel the vibrations from every sound he makes. By the time your pussy walls convulse around his tongue, you are screaming. The sound of you being undone by him is music to his ears.

Giving your clit one last suck, he crawls over you, kissing your lips, ensuring that you can taste yourself on his tongue. Your sharp inhale only ignites the fire in him as your hands hook over his shoulder, pulling him closer and closer, bearing his weight on you. His cock slides against your sensitized pussy, making you both moan into each other’s lips.

Fuck.

He needs you.

He pulls away, not wanting to crush you with his weight for so long, only for your hand to wrap around his neck, pressing once more on his pulse points. Its thud, thud, thud is so loud, so strong.

Can you feel it?

Can you feel how his heart race for you? How it only beats for you? How every space, every atom, every cell running through it is yours?

Can you?

Do you?

You overwhelm his senses the right way. His head swims with nothing else but your feel, your touch, your smell, your sight. Maybe it’s just him being light-headed from your hand. Maybe. No. It’s just that. He—

You give him a squeeze, pulling him out of his head. He sees the worry in your eyes before it turns to relief. You smile, pressing a soft peck on his nose. An intelligible grumble escapes him, before he goes all out. He showers you with kisses. On the tip of your nose, your eyelids, your eyebrows, your cheeks, your temples, your forehead, your chin. He just can’t get enough of you.

When you give his throat another squeeze, he groans, resting his forehead against yours. “Gonna come if you don’t stop,” Quinn gasps, rubbing his length on your slicked folds, shuddering when your thumbs trace over his chin, over his lips. “Harder, my Love.”

He watches your lips mimic his word like you’re tasting it, savoring the two syllables. A small smile dances on your lips, pressing one thumb over his lower lip keep pressing your thumb over his lower lip. Quinn grunts, kissing it, saying his name like a plea, as you choke him harder.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he curses both in his head and out loud, never afraid to be vocal. He knows you can feel every rumble of a word that escapes him. He knows how much you like it.

He grinds harder into your pussy. He’s so hyperfocus on the feel of your pussy, of your hands around his throat, of your warm breath on his skin, of your pussy walls as it hugs him so perfectly when he finally slides in, that he doesn’t care how much lightheaded he’s getting.

The only thing important for him now is for you to come around him and for him to come deep inside you.

He wants that so fucking bad. You always let him come deep inside you, always let him lick your cum-filled pussy right after, always let him get his fill even if you get too overstimulated.

Fuck.

He needs that.

“Q,” you cry out, fueling his thrusts.

You said his name. His name.

“Again, please. Please,” he pleads.

Your mewls and moans are music to his soul that wants nothing but to be one with you, his Love. His nickname with your whimpering sounds amazing, alluring as you say it again. Just for him. Oh, he loves hearing his name on your tongue. He kisses you as he angles his thrusts to hit that specific spot that has you screaming into his lips, has your hips bucking up to meet his brutal thrusts, has your nails digging into the skin of his neck.

The pain just amplifies the pleasure Quinn is feeling.

He needs more, so he bites into your lower lip.

The action is responded with a tighter grip around his throat, as your pussy convulses. You’re coming so hard, wet pussy walls clamping around him, your thighs shaking, your back arching off the bed, your lips parting with your silent and breathy scream.

The next thing Quinn knows is him slamming deep as he spills and paints your walls white with his cum.

And he fucking faints.

Just for a second because you immediately slap him awake.

“Ow,” he groans. “What the fuck, my Love?”

You chuckle as if you two didn’t just get the best fucking orgasm—every orgasm is the best with you—of your lives. Your hand gently rubs along his neck, making him hiss from the slight pain from the nail marks you’ve left. He shifts, gasping as your pussy clenches around his softening cock. Shamelessly, he starts getting hard again like his body is cursing him from trying to rest when he’s still seated inside you.

“You’re heavy,” you tease, keeping him in place with your shaking leg. “I love your weight on me.”

Quinn lets out a choking sound, burying his head into your neck, making sure he’s not fully crushing you. You can’t just say things like that.

Now, he’s really, really hard again.

It hurts being so hard after coming. Did you know that?

When your fingers gently tap the shell of his ear, a little signal that you want him to look at you, he does. He parts from your neck after he places a kiss right on your pulse. He meets your beautiful gaze, lips parting at how ethereal you look all fucked by him. Your hair is sticking to your skin that glistens with sweat. Your cheeks are flushed and red. You’re so pretty.

“Let’s stay like this for a moment,” you request to which Quinn nods.

He easily shifts your position on your sides. His cock is still in your pussy. Both of you spend minutes just staring into each other’s eyes, your hands on each other’s chest, feeling each other’s racing heartbeats.

Quinn can hear his own.

He swears he can hear yours as it beats under his palm.

He hears both for the two of you.

That’s enough for him.

[yoiisa]

Can I request kaji x older sister fem reader who is a university student and have work too.

One-shot

She is in her 19-20

I want to see how the other boys reaction to when kaji act around his older sister, like so polite, his anger subsided when he is around her, because she is his older sister who love (platonic) him so much that she is spoiled him with a bag of lollipop and other his favourite food like peach🍑 (if I'm not wrong its his favourite fruit right?) and remind him to not eat too much sweet.

She give him kisses(she often do that when they are still a kid), hugs and pinch his cheek because even he is already a teenager but to his older sister, he is still her little-little brother who she love with all of her heart.

she just get home for the weekend and want to spend her time with her little brother.

I hope its following your rules (⁠⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠⁠)

this reminds me of umemiya and sugishita so much oml ( ˙ᗜ˙ ) im an older sister irl too so i love this idea sm!!

➜ nirei notices you first. since you came home to visit, you thought about standing outside of furin and waiting for kaji to come out of school ➜ he points you out to sakura, suo, kiryu, and tsuguera, and all of them just kinda freeze and stare at you

➜ you get into a very nice conversation with the four of them, but none of them know who you are still until kaji finally shows up ➜ he yells at them for supposedly harassing his older sister and the five first-years just kinda freeze up. they stare at him before looking back at you ➜ slowly the resemblances begin to show through, and each have different reactions ➜ nirei gets embarrassed that he was talking to you so casually, and profusely apologizes ➜ kiryu, being a little brother himself who loved his big sis a lot, asks what it’s like having kaji as a little brother ➜ suo joins, while also teasing kaji that there’s no one so even-keeled and kind is his big sister ➜ tsuguera notes about how different the vibes of you both is. your aesthetics are completely different! ➜ sakura thought you were kinda cute when he first saw you, but he promptly chucks that out of his mind when he finds out you’re related to kaji ➜ you explain that you just came back from college and are visiting kaji. when you pull out a small bag of lollipops for him, you give some to the other boys as well ➜ kaji lowkey gets embarrassed by how friendly you’re being and tells you to stop. you only laugh at your little brother’s behavior and pat his head. he turns super red and shoves you away, pushing you with him as the two of you walk home together

Sakura, Kiryu, Suo, Nirei, and Tsuguera walk together through the doors of furin. Today was quiet, so there wasn't a whole lot of need for them to patrol. The upperclassmen handled it all, and were exhausted when they came back. "Should we go to Pothos?" Nirei asks, pulling out his phone. "Is Kotoha working today?" "Hmmm, I'm down," Kiryu hums. "I've been craving that omurice for a while now." "Right?" Tsuguera smiles, his face lighting up. "I'll call her and check," Nirei says, but just as he lifts his head to put his phone to his ear, he notices her. A girl is standing there, petting a stray cat. She's kinda hidden in the shadows, and she's not wearing a school uniform. "Who's that?" Suo asks as the group comes to a halt a bit of a ways away from her. You look up, and smile. "Oh! Furin boys! Is Ren in there still?" "Ren? Oh, Kaji?" Tsuguera asks. "Yeah, I think the second years- hey Sakura what's wrong, your face is all red? Hey, is this his romance sensor?" Suo smiles and shakes his head, "Seriously Sakura. She just asked where he is." "Shut up! This isn't that!" Sakura roars, before hiding his face in the cuff of his jacket. His face only seems to grow redder as you giggle. "Are you guys first years?" you ask. When they nod, you smile wider. "Aww, how cute! You guys are like little babies." Suo's jaw tenses a little. "Well, not exactly . . ." "I remember when Ren was like you guys. He was still so flighty back then." Nirei tilts his head. "How you know Kaji senpai?" "I've always known him," you reply, before your eyes widen slightly. "Oh! There he is, Ren! Ah, he has his headphones on." Kaji and Enomoto are walking out together. Kaji is staring down at his phone, his headphones blasting music at it's usual deafening volume. Enomoto stands next to him, looking at the cat that's waddled over to the pair. When he hears your call he looks up. Surprise flashes in his eyes, before he nudges Kaji with his elbow. Kaji looks up, a bit annoyed before he looks over to you. "Ren~!" you call, a sweet lilt in your voice. Sakura grows even redder. Kaji freezes when he sees you, and then his eyes narrow as he takes in the group of first years huddled around you. "I came back from college-" the first years stiffen. He's with a college girl?! they all think simultaneously, "and I got you some lollis on the way home from work. Oh, boys do you want some?" You hold out a plastic bag, filled with different flavors of lollipops. However, before the boys can nab any from the bag, Kaji stops them. He runs over and pulls Nirei by the cuff of his collar. "Hey, stop bothering my sister." "Eh?" Nirei croaks. "Kaji!" you shout, pushing him a little. "Don't be rude." "Sister?!" Sakura shouts, gathering the white-haired boy's attention. "You have a sister?!" "Yeah, obviously. She's right there." "Hmmm, now that you mention it, they do look similar," Nirei notes. "Oh! I should make a note of this, where's my notebook . . . ?" "Hey, what's Kaji like as a brother?" Kiryu asks softly, "is he nice?" "Of course," you say, a bit surprised. "Why wouldn't he be?" "Look at him," Suo says sheepishly. You look over and see Kaji admonishing the boys for bothering you more. You narrow your eyes and grab his sleeve, yanking him towards you. Kaji falls flat on his butt and stares up at you. You put your hand on his head and ruffle his hair. "Stop it now. It's fine they weren't bothering me." You look up at everyone else and hold out the bag of candies. "Seriously, have some. Ren can't eat these all by himself." Nirei and Tsuguera dig through the bag, plucking a few candies for the group. When they finally take their loot, the five of them thank you graciously. When Sakura thanks you, you beam and ruffle his hair, just as you did Kaji. "You're good kids, thank you for being friends with Kaji," you beam. As you and Kaji finally walk home, Suo turns to look at Sakura. "You thought she was cute didn't you?" Suo teases, and effortlessly dodges the swipe Sakura takes at him.

[dragonridernoobie]

For TFP how would each team atobots reaction when they found THE original prediction and not a clone like predaking

Who has been sleeping and been guarding a piece of Primus for many years even at their old age, they just wanted to protect the last thing they have as a family and sort of the reason of the mythology of the world serpent in Norse mythology and quetlaquotal in Mexican mythology by how huge they are

Hmmm, I like the idea, I will try my best. Like I have said before, I am sorry this took so long, I've been busy with my injured arm/hand.

TFPAutobots X OldPrediconReader

Optimus found another artifact location after doing some codes.

So, the autobot team got ready and head out. This time bringing the kids since they believe it would be safe enough.

On their way, Raphael was showing miko, Jack, and Bumblebee how they were going to the location that made the legend of the world Serpent originally came from.

They were excited, we'll miko was since shebwas hoping to see a real life serpent.

Oh, how she will know how her wish came true.

When they got close to the location, they realized how the mountain had some old ruins around it. Lost in time from the jungle around it.

While they slowly go into the ruins, they see art on the side of the ruins walls. It showed some type of creature that was fighting other giant creatures.

Raphael couldn't take pictures to figure out what they were saying since it was so badly run down from time.

When they got closer to the center of the mounting, they saw a gaint predicon laying down, covering the hole room.

It looked offline, but it was as huge as the decpticons warship. This offline predicon has been here for years since it had moss, fallen rocks, rust, and plants growing on it.

In the back of the room is the artifact. A artifact that can regenerate any cybertronian part from nothing.

The team approaches it and looks at it. More ancient text is above it, but again, it's too hard to read because of the years of erosion.

When the autobots grabbed it and started to walk away from it. It suddenly turns on, and let's go a powerful pulse that sent all the autobots back.

Once the autobots are able to get back up, the predicon body moves. Everyone stairs in disbelief as the optics of the predicon body turns on and the body starts to move.

The predicon slowly rises, debri falls while it rises. Once it's at its full height, it stairs down at the autobots.

Its mouth opens, and the most loudest and ear piercing sound comes from it. It suddenly charges a fire breath that causes the autobots to grab the artifact, kids, and run.

The fire stream follows them outside and burns the trees around the mounting temple.

The autobots wasted no time to transform and drive. In the review mirrors, they see the mountain explode and the predicon rises from it.

It roars and takes flight. It chases after them and blows fire. Burning everything. They eventually come to a cliff where there is no riffed at the bottom and no way out.

The predicon lands before them and walks toward them. They prepare for a fight.

Optimus decided to try one last option and prays for it to work.

He steps forward and with his most powerful and loud voice, he interduces himself as pptimus prime, the last of the primes.

The predicon stops and stairs. It growls and a old scratchy voice is heard from the predicon as it speaks.

"Prove it. Show me you are a prime."

So, pptimus opens his chest and shows the all spark. The predicon sees this and lowers it's head.

"Apologies for attacking you. I was only keeping the artifact safe."

Optimus asked why, and the predicon explains they were sent on earth by primus himself to portact the powerful artifical since dark times where to rise soon.

Optimus explains those dark times are the great war. The predicon understands and asks to join Optimus and his mission.

Obviously Optimus excepts. Thought, not even 3 seconds later, miko runs forward and up to the gaint predicon.

"Can you let me ride you! How much do you weigh? Have you ever fought something as big as you? How old are you? Are you a boy or a girl?"

Bullhead had to grab miko to shut her up and apologizes for mikos behavior. Though, the predicon just laughs.

"It seems humans have not changed at all in my 8000 year slumber. Hello little one. Hello to all 3 of you."

Arcee wasent on bored of (Y/N) being on the team because of them almost killing them.

Ratchet as in agreement, but optimus reminded them that they were only doing their job.

Bumblebee says they are excited since they want to ride (Y/N), which caused (Y/N) to say they aren't some creature to ride on.

This is gonna be fun.

[tackykachowch]

I wanted to make this post really extensive, with a lot of screenshots etc, but I'm literally operating at 0% so forgive me this one time.

So, you all know how I'm constantly after season 2's blood because of how it butchered well...Everything, but especially my favorites Silco and Jinx. And what do you know, they even screwed up Silco's glass. Yes. A Glass. Let me explain.

Animators at Fortiche are real professionals, so they know that every object tells a story, so even small things like glasses or cups can tell us a story or let us understand the character better, or even reflect the whole meta of the show. Arcane season 1 really exceeded at this. Going through every scene of this season I noticed that Piltovans use elegant and neat glasses and cups, and the glasses that are particularly used by the councilors are made out of gold. While Zaunites drink from simple glasses without any ornaments, metal mugs or straight-up out of bottles. But there's this one single glass that's different from any other glass or cup in the ENTIRE season - Silco's glass (also Jinx's cup but I'm not gonna talk about it here).

It's made out of simple glass and is pretty bulky to give an association with Zaun, but also has golden ornaments to associate it with Piltover. This single glass perfectly encapsulates Silco as a character - a Zaunite who rejects living under the status quo and who strives to get his people opportunity and freedom Piltover has. Also it reflects his unique position in society - he operates the entirety of the Undercity, yet even this amount of power is barely enough to compete with Piltover. Silco represents the middle of the barrel, a fusion of both cities at their current states. Then, in ep9 it gets destroyed, foreshadowing Silco's death and destruction of the relative peace the two cities had until this time. It's perfect, no notes.

But theeeen we have season 2 *barely disguised rage*. In it we have my favorite flashback out of all of flashbacks ever, where we see- huh??

Silco's glass?? How did it get in there?? And there's THREE of them now???? This is surely some kind of mistake, right? Let's fast forward a bit- WHAT IS IT DOING IN A CAVE????

So, you want to tell me, that an object unique to Silco and Silco only, which perfectly represented his character and even played a minor narrative role, is in fact NOT unique and its destruction in the season 1 finale meant Literally Nothing???? WHAT??????

This is what I meant when I said that s2 jumped headstrong into the fanservice without the second thought about how it impacts the story and characters. You see, Silco now HAS to keep a glass from the times he, Vander and Felicia were friends. He HAS to keep a diary where he says how he admires Felicia, even though nothing indicated that someone inspired him or something of that sort in prior material. (UPD: Also, Silco is more of an idealistic character in the first place. He DOES care about people to some extent, but he always seemed to fight for the idea itself, and not some people in particular. So to give him this new unknown character as part of his primary motivation is....strange, to say the least. It's almost like writers want to make him more sympathetic hmmm). He HAS to keep a photo of the three of them and an "Our Love" record, because he's a sap like that and he lowed his fwiends so wewy much. We already knew Silco had a soft side because he kept things Jinx made for him, we already knew that he hadn't completely let go of the past because he kept Vander's knife. There's no point in adding all this garbage except make the audience go "awwww". It's disgusting and insulting.

But back to the glasses. It makes no sense that the three of them have the glasses and use them, because none of them have any amount of power yet. Moreover, Vander never has ANY Piltovian aesthetic in his design, and Felicia is literally a non-character, so what is exactly the reason to give her such an important object to begin with? I don't know a thing about her, except that she's arcane's most manic pixie girl ever and that by her sheer existence she ruined Silco and Vander's dynamic. Cool. And why would Silco keep the glass with him throughout all these years? And then openly drink out of it in his office? Is it supposed to mean that he carries on the dream the three of them had? But Vander openly rejected this dream, and the remnant of this is located in the very same office (Vander's knife). Orrr maybe um. Maybe. Ughhh. I can't. Think of anything. Hang on. Maaaybeeee it's ssssupposed to represent how Silco's fight for independence went back to the place it started in (The Last Drop)? Okay, maybe, whatever. But then again, what was the purpose of destroying his glass in season 1 ep9 if presumably the two other glasses are still intact? Except Silco dying it doesn't tell us anything, because it lost the previous weight it had in the narrative.

Then we fast forward again to my favorite episode out of all the episodes ever - s2 ep7. In it Silco appears only for a few seconds, but by God are these one of the most destructive few seconds for his character. First he comes to the scene with his flask in hand. A....weird thing to have in a BAR, but okay.

But then as he says the infamous line about forgiveness Vander hands him- oh. Uhhh...A. A Piltovan glass.

Not Silco's glass, or maybe some entirely new glass to represent Zaun's progress as a free nation, but a Piltiovan one. Okay. You were pretty obvious with the line here writers but I guess it wasn't enough.

S2 proceeds to be an insulting, disgusting mess in its every aspect and I will fight with it for the rest of my life.

[melshifting]

Shifting tarot reading ～ #02

❝ What does your S/O think about you? ❞

little disclaimer before starting:         remember that this is for a diverse collective, so take what resonates and leave what doesn't! don't force messages that aren't meant to be ^^

Choose an image below! ⤸

🫧 | For my pile one...

Hmmm... its giving mixed signals and a SLOW burn. This person has contradictory emotions or difficulties in expressing what he/she really feels BUT they definitely feel a romantic connection towards you. There are two possible scenarios: you both are good friends and this person doesn't want to ruin the friendship, or, your person has just come out of a breakup/BAD experience and is having a hard time falling in love/trusting others again. Relax babe, as I told you before: this does NOT mean that there is no attraction or interest, but that there is something inside this person that prevents him/her from opening up completely.  I see them as someone afraid of rejection (or being really prideful), that's why they have a hard time being open about their feelings. What is certain is that they appreciate you, and very much, but they're still not sure how to handle this bond? The good news is that this person is in the process of solving all those doubts and fears that separate you! YAYYYY

channeled lyrics ⤸

♫ ～ "How can it be? You and me might be meant to be, can't unsee it" - Ariana Grande (The boy is mine)

♪ ～ "I summoned you, please come to me; don't bury thoughts that you really want" - Elley Duhé (Middle of the night)

♩ ～ "I hope love is perfect with just love, may all my weaknesses be hidden" - BTS (Fake Love)

🎀 | For my pile two...

they are HEAD over heels for you, oh my… makes me think it was most likely love at first sight (awwww). Your person feels a special connection, even if they haven't expressed it openly or they try to downplay it. They may, in your presence, feel that electricity in the air, that little tingle yknow. But, they also feel kinda disconnected from you..? Like there's some kind of barrier that distances you both, either literally or not - is this an enemies to lovers trope? Maybe, deep down, they see you as someone who is somehow different or hard to reach; like an impossible type of love. This is why, at this moment, they don't know how to approach you - they could be acting erratically or sending mixed signals, because deep down they're not clear which way to go... They've never felt this way about anyone before, something so deep and genuine (so you're their first love huh?), which explains the confusing signals.

channeled lyrics ⤸

♫ ～ "Boy, why you so obsessed with me?" - Mariah Carey (Obsessed)

♪ ～ "I shouldn't have fallen in love, look what it made me become" - Chris Grey (Let the world burn)

💌 | For my pile three...

I'm hearing the part of this one song that says ' and I only have eyes for youuuuu', so you can assume that they're obsessed with you lmao. Not only do they like your personality and character, but they are almost fixated on your body and physical beauty. WOAH, this person has been looking for you between lifetimes and universes (or vice versa) - this is your SOULMATE bro im telling you. You may have met at a time when one of you was going through a significant emotional or spiritual crisis, or even in an unusual circumstance...? Its one of those bonds that start out explosive, as if yall already knew that you wouldn't see each other as mere 'friends'. This relationship is a big change in your lives, but a good one lol.  When this person looks at you, several naughty thoughts come to mind..! so expect your days at their side to not be very ''calm''. Even if there are some possible barriers in this relationship, your person is willing to fight for the person they want to share their life with <3

channeled lyrics ⤸

♫ ～ "Think I met you in another life" - Jungkook (Seven; but the whole song in general lol)

♪ ～ "But when there's two dimensions, there's only one I'm missin'. And if you feel alone, you don't have to feel that no more" - Jungkook (3D; AGAIN, whole song in general lol)

TYSM for reading!!

[factual-fantasy]

29 Asks! Thank you! :)) ✏️

My dearest compadre I am left handed

@ardent-38

WOAH hold your horses there friend! Octo and Seafoam aren't a couple- they're more akin to brothers than anything. So there will be no kissing in any scenario I conjure up for them <XDD

But other than that-- WAHGGGG THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! 😭😭😭🥰🥰 YOUR MESSAGE MEANT SO MUCH TO MEEEE!!! 😭😭🥰💞💞 --and honestly have encouraged me to reconsider drawing that idea!! :00 So thank you for that too! :DDDD

A force shutdown isn't the word I'd use to describe cybertronian fainting.. "force" sounds more like someone on the outside doing something to Ratchet to make him shut down when he is otherwise healthy/ok. Rather than something going wrong internally.

Like if he was going under for surgery, maybe when he goes under it could be called "force shutdown" as well as "inducing stasis".

Now a "system failure" or "system crash" might be more appropriate for fainting or suddenly collapsing. When Ratchet injected the Synth-en maybe his systems were overwhelmed by the foreign substance and he suffered a complete system crash and collapsed.💔

Something tells me that wouldn't work somehow, but I don't have all the technical knowhow to really explain why that would be a bad idea <XD I'm sure Ratchet could explain why that would be bad.

Hmmm, good question...

The only thing that comes to mind is for Raf I headcanon that he is fluent in sign language and that's how he communicates with/understands Bee. (My version of Bee communicates with sign language, not random beeps and boops that Raf somehow magically understands)

@rainbowwatermelon7

A drawing of mine doesn't feel complete or "safe to post" unless its been watermarked. But it could be different for you and that's ok :0

I mostly draw the scribbly head when I'm feeling well, and the drippy head when I am unwell in someway. I have been dealing with some health problems for well over a year now so drawing myself drippy became my new norm. <XD But its starting to get old so I might return to the scribble head just for the fun of it tbh-

I just like to draw it a bright and fun red instead of a dull and realistic dark red :00

Probably mentally break down and die somehow. 🫠 I couldn't handle living in a world where our planet and everyone on it could be destroyed by Megatron at any moment. Let alone being on the front lines along side the Autobots.

I do have other social medias, but they are all private/just for viewing other peoples art. This is the only one I post artwork to :00

Bibi you mean? I guess I was inspired by cats <XD But I cant remember anything specific that inspired me other than that.

@zecromgen5

Nothing specific I can share online, 😅 but yeah things have been alright!

I only know of YouTube <:( That's where I watched it back then.

@candyglumboy

Aww! The boys!! :DD

(Referencing this post)

Same ✋😔

@milk-powrit

My favorite of the beasts is Mystic Flour, for personality, powers and design. The others are alright I suppose <XD

I would probably be poisoned and die within the day 💀

If you mean if I was a transformer tho, I'd probably become really emotionally unstable like Ratchet was and just sob uncontrollably until I burned through it all 😅

I've seen it floating around Tumblr, but I never really looked into it <:0

He's recruiting more Autobots it seems XDDD

They might not want to fish, but they'd like to watch the koi swim around! :)

AAAA Thank you so much!!! :DDD

@florafandoms

Ough... so old.. 💔💔

Also thank you so much!! :DD

@misscherrypie (Pics from this post)

XDD I was hoping people would notice that. I think a hug from Bibi would fix me 🥺🥺

Pick up a pencil and my friend you have the power to bring a flood 🌊

@briandraws

My spirit animal ngl

@wolfie-777

Hey that cat is pretty cute! We should make a beloved internet meme about it! :D

@kaiserdarken

I have no idea <:0 Since MatPat took a step back from his channels I haven't been keeping up with any new FNAF lore 😔

@beryl-shade

I would obliterate the fleas with my Mary sue mind powers. No fleas shall cause my babies discomfort ☝️☝️

I have now. <XD How bizarre-

[ynsvnte]

Glimpse of Us — Sim Jaeyun

Genre: smut (18+ MDNI) fluff, est. relationship

word count: 1.2k

warnings: swearing, pet names, unprotected sex, kissing, aftercare, pulling-out method, overstimulation, praising, tummy-bulge?, Rough-ish sex.

pairing: bf!jake x fem!reader

Masterlist

You're relaxing on the balcony of your shared home with Jake, your boyfriend. It's late at night and you can’t fall asleep, you didn’t want to bother Jake either. You sat on one of the chairs set outside and looked down onto the city. Some building lights are still on, so you admire the view in front of you. Grabbing your cup of water you take a sip of it before settling it down.

You hear noise instead of your bedroom so you take a small peek, but Jake seems to be asleep. You go back to the position you were in before. Few minutes pass, only silence filling the air. Everyone in the neighbor is asleep away in their beds, but you..wide awake. Or so you thought..that’s when you hear the balcony door open, you turn your head towards the sound and see Jake awake.

“Baby..? Why are you awake..?” He asked with a raspy voice. He rubs his eyes to clear his vision. You smiled at the sight of him. “Oh..I couldn’t sleep…” Jake raised an eyebrow. “Babe, you could’ve just asked me..”

“But you looked so comfortable sleeping. I didn’t want to disturb that.” You tried explaining yourself. “Still just wake me up next time..also how long have you been out here?” Jake asks you. “Only like 20 minutes..”

“20 minutes!?! Babe it’s so fucking late at night!” Jake was surprised to say the least. Jake takes a seat next to you, and grabs your hand, interlocking your fingers together. “Don’t ever do this again..” Jake warned you, but you only nodded your head.

You both sit there in silence before you speak up. “Do-do you think we’ll be together forever?” You asked. “What do you mean darling?” Jake was concerned about what you asked. “I mean do you think we’ll never go different ways, breaking up?”

“Yn…that’s such a dumb question…I’ll never leave you ever..” his words weren’t convincing. “I don’t believe you..” you said. “Yn I mean it, I love you a lot to not leave you. I want you to mine forever.”

“Prove it..” You said. Jake then crashes your lips together taking you by surprise, but you kiss him back. Jake pulls away from the kiss before dragging you inside your shared bedroom. He closes the door behind you and pushes you onto the bed before caging you between his arms.

“Oh I’ll show you sweetheart..” he said with a deep voice before kissing you hard. You moan into the kiss and enjoy the way he is kissing you. You can feel your panties getting soaked immediately. You’re only in underwear and one of Jake’s shirts that fits you a bit large. Jake grabs the end of your shift lifting it off you, revealing your soaked through panites. Making you flustered. “You’re already so wet, hmmm? Never knew you were this...desperate” You could only whimper at his words. You close your eyes before Jake taps your face. “Hey, eyes on my eye sweetheart.”

“S-sorry” you were embarrassed. Jake grips your hips before pulling down your panites revealing your bare cunt to him. “F-fuck…princess your so wet, all for me..” Jake says before pinning your legs around his arms and begins to lap on your clit. You let out a loud moan, trying to lower your voice. “Hey…don’t hide your moans, be loud, I want everyone to hear how good I’m making you feel.” And so you do. Moaning Jake’s name out loud. Enjoying the pleasurable sensation you're currently receiving. Soon enough you feel you high coming. “J-Jake..fuck I’m close!!” You legs wrapped around Jake’s head trapping him between your legs. Jake is not complaining though. He loves being in between your legs. That’s when it reaches its peak. You let out a loud whimper making Jake smirk.

“There baby, but you can give me one more right..? Such a good girl” He said. You nodded your head agreeing. You slightly sit yourself up, mind heavy from your orgasm. You close your eyes, but open them when you hear clothes rustling. You open your eyes quickly, seeing Jake undress. You can feel yourself getting wet again. Gosh really.

Jake finished undressing and climbed on top of you, before kissing you. You melt into the kiss enjoying it. “I would keep kissing you but I need to be inside of you right now…” Jake settles between your legs and puts his tip near your entrance. With one thrust he’s inside making you moan out loud. “J-Jake, what about a condom?” You don’t want to get pregnant, especially at a young age. “Shhh don’t worry sweetheart, I’ll pull out.” Let’s hope he does.. Jake began thrust slowly..wanting you to get used to his size. “Feels good?” He asks you. You nodded.

“Use your words sweetheart” Jake lifted you head with his other hand, forcing you to look at him. Jake slowly began to pick up the pace, going faster and harder. You hands began gripping the bed sheets until that’s when Jake grabs both of your arms and uses one hand to hold both of arms above your head. Leaving your hands to shuffle around in his hands due to the pleasure.

“Fuck you feel so good, all f’me” Jake was now stuttering his words. Jake was getting pussy drunk. He loved the way your walls felt around his cock. “Ha- Jake..I’m getting close…” You felt a tight knot. And Jake takes the opportunity to press onto the bulge forming. “You feel that sweetheart, that’s my cock…made for you only you..wanna mark you as mine, but I promised to come inside..mhm-fuck” Jake starts pounding in you harder, the sound of skin slapping against each other filling up the room. They only get tighter each passing second.. “Jake..so close please…” Jake ignored your words and soon enough your orgasm hit you. Jake continues to pound into you trying to reach his own high. While accidentally overstimulating you. “Babe..too much” you pleaded begging him to try to stop. Your legs were shaking, you were helpless, hands locked by one of his hands pinning it down.

Jake can feel himself getting closer, but he doesn’t want to pull out. He’s not the type of person to break his promise so just for you, As soon as his high is very close, he pulls out and starts jerking off on top of your cunt. That’s when it hits, his cum lands onto your tummy. Slowly dripping down to your cunt..He’s exhausted, legs weak. Jake lays next to you, catching his breath, before facing you.

“You alright sweetheart?” He asks you. He didn’t want to hurt. He wants to blame you because why does your cunt have to feel good? “Yeah…I’m fine..” you said while you try to sit up only to meet with a pain in your thighs..oh you were going to be sore by the morning.. “We can take a quick bath..clean you all up..” Jake insisted. You nodded your head, and closed your eyes. You can feel Jake get out of the bed and walk towards the bathroom, you begin to fall asleep.

That’s when Jake comes back a few minutes later.. “Baby, the bath is ready..” you signal him to get closer, Jake face is in front of yours so you take the chance to kiss him. He chuckles at your actions. He picks you up and carries you to the bathroom. At Least now you can get some sleep.

Author’s Notes: soo.. um this was going to be a one shot, but kind of gave up on that idea soo now you all shall receive this Drabble and I hoped you enjoyed it 😁 I like this WAY MORE than the heeseung one 😔

© ynsvnte copyright 2024

[morallygreychaoticneutral]

Spawn Astarion is "Stronger" than Ascended Astarion.

Ugh..this winter depression made me its bitch this time around and I didn't even get orgasms or snacks out of it.

Disrespectful!

So, lets shake these blahs by sharing some tea about our favorite elf. Hmmm..how about some Inner Reset. Sweet fennel, aniseed and cardamom.

This thought pot was started when I was reading a lot of comments about how "weak" Spawn Astarion is and how Ascending him is the best possible outcome for him. Is it? I feel Spawn Astarion is worthy of a high level of respect. More so than his Ascended version in my opinion.

Now, before an army of beloved dark consorts come for my neck, I do NOT have an issue with your master. I mean, if your going to have a evil, world dominating evil fantasy I would choose him too. I am with you on that. I am merely aligned with with his other half and enjoy sharing why.

Now go! You know your sovereign doesn't like his highly prized and guarded treasure straying too far. And I have no desire to have to explain to him why you are in my foyer. But, you are welcome to stay if you have permission and manners. * wink *

WARNING: Game Spoilers, Topics of Sex, Abuse, Torture and Adult themes including language. Not underage appropriate.

This is not fact. Just opinion based off my own and game experience. As always, how anybody cannons their relationships or behaviors is perfectly right! No blame, no shame, it's your game!

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Lets wander a bit.

Imagine if you will, that you made a poorly educated choice. And because of it, you were locked into slavery for centuries under the thumb of a mentally unstable captor. Your choices being do as you are told or suffer endless unimaginable pain you could never escape from due to your bond with your tormentor and your undead nature. You wouldn't die from the torture that would kill a mortal within minutes. You would suffer it for days, months, even years. True death was beyond your reach. Forever trapped in an endless cycle of pain.

But, you could "buy" a tentative reprieve.

The price? A strangers life.

No brainer, right? But here's the catch. The use of your body was required and the choices of what happened to it are anyone's but yours. Used any way your deranged captor wanted. Or your conquests for that matter. No boundaries, no autonomy.

So, what would you choose? Ceaseless pain? Or sexual slavery?

Seems like an easy choice. Luring strangers to their deaths by spinning intricate webs of lust promised lies to convince them of your false sincerity. Trapping them and feeding them to the spider that is your master. He is happy and you get to keep the skin on your bones. Well, more often than not at least. Better on a pain scale. But it is still torture.

But let's add in another level of complexity. Your sense of right and wrong is still intact. You are not "evil". Had you been it would have made the choice way too easy. You wouldn't have given a single thought about who you lured to deaths door. The act being nothing more than an annoying chore. But no, you still feel.

Damned if you do, dammed if you don't. Pick your hard.

This was Astarion's impossible choice.

And he chose what anyone who wasn't completely insane would choose. Not that it was any better. Not with his conscious still alive and well.

He talked like he was indifferent at times, but he carried remorse and accountability for his role in those people's demise. Even if he didn't want to.

"All these people were ruined because of me. Don't hate me. I did what i had to. i swear. I did what i had to!"

Deeds and beliefs against our true nature create shame. And shame is a self-destroying belief that evolves into loathing. And loathing is a vicious, rotting emotion that gives birth to soul crushing envy.

"I did these horrible things to innocent people. I deserve to suffer for my wretchedness. But why is no one else having to suffer consequences but me?!"

This is a poisonous concoction of turmoil that flays us emotionally.

Feelings Astarion fights with through the entire storyline. And he spends most of the game hiding because of it. His vampirism, his real personality, his sins.

Who wouldn't?

By societal standards he was already classified as a monster for being a vampire. By emotional standards he was considered weak and pathetic for being empathetic and saving space for others. And by moral standards he was evil for his roll in luring so many back to a sadistic master.

What a shit show.

But It wasn't who he truly was. Was he vampire? Yes, but he admired heros like Drizzt who bucked the social norm that he should be evil and chose otherwise. Was he empathetic? Yes, he tried to avoided innocents when he could and chose villains instead. Was he evil? No. He took no pleasure in the orders he was given. Unlike Jackass, pardon, Petras, he fought against Cazador's orders more often than not.

The inner villain vs the inner hero. A war raging in his own being that made the decision in what to do in regards to the ritual all the harder. Because on some level, both decisions made sense.

Mercy..

"But, if he was good, why was the decision so hard?"

For two centuries Astarion bore witness to Cazador being anything but "good" and getting everything handed to him. Power, wealth, pleasure. All the things Astarion had been convinced was worth anything in the world.

Which echo's real life, doesn't it. How many times has society sold you the idea that your value is based purely off of what you own (wealth), look like (sex appeal) or accomplish (reputation) ? Hmmm.

He did everything society told him was the thing to do to win at life didn't he? He was wealthy and accomplished by being a magistrate. He was beautiful and alluring in his body and looks. All the spoils of life should have been handed to him. But instead, it was taken.

"And what am i owed? What about the injustices I've suffered-am i not entitled to anything? Everything was taken from me, too."

And then, to add insult to injury, he finds out the Rite of Profane Ascension would "gift" Cazador, the man who has used and abused him for centuries, with new life and unfathomable power. The power to do anything. To be anything at the expense of Astarion's body and soul. Even if he died in the ritual, he still wouldn't be free.

"To place him in a position of such esteem the world will yearn to kneel. And offer their necks. Of course I envy him. Why wouldn't I?"

He is understandably envious. What an absolute unfair joke that that cesspool of a person, that demon, gets such a high prize for being anything but pure evil. Having done none of the dirty work to achieve it. His success built entirely off the suffering of others. Especially, Astarion's. Is there no justice in the world?!

From his lens, I can understand why he would want to complete the ritual. Pulling it off would feel like a justified prize for all he has suffered. Doing so would take away anyone's ability to hurt him on any level. Mental or physical. He really does believe it will grant him safety after decades of having none. A prize for pain. Finally.

But it's another impossible choice for him to make.

Choice 1: Ascend

Defeat Cazador and he gets everything he ever wanted. Power, life, freedom.

The price? Send seven thousand souls, including the innocent, straight to Avernus to suffer for all eternity. Wiping out every living memory of the sins committed. All the shame, mistakes, misdeeds, gone. The only people left to speak of it are his companions. A minuscule number against thousands.

That does sound delicious. Destroy all evidence of your sins and gain ultimate power. What's not to like?

Choice 2: Sabotage the ritual / release the spawn.

( yes i know there is a third but my Astarion didn't pick that route.)

Cazador is defeated and he gets only one thing he wanted. Freedom.

The price? He forfeits unimaginable power and is cast back into the shadows to remain a spawn. The thousand or so souls he wronged survive and could demand retribution at any time.

A seemingly bitter prize. What could possibly be worth this choice?

What indeed.

Again, no shade to the ascenders. It absolutely can be the right choice depending on your intention. Your love gets epic power and a thrall of vampire spawn are rendered harmless. Win win. I get it.

But, after all the inner and outer battles of belief against himself, MY Astarion made the decision to give all of those suffering souls their free will. Free to have the chance to save themselves, find space in world, find purpose, and find love just as he had.

This elf, soaked in pain and agony, frightened of every intention he could not control, choked by rage and envy. Chose mercy for others at his own expense.

What in the healing powers of forgiveness and acceptance is this?!

The level of selflessness and strength it took to make that decision is mind altering.

That one act of empathy raised him to a level beyond what Mephistopheles could ever offer him. He overcame the limiting beliefs set upon him by others. Won the ultimate boss fight of dominating his own demons and became a hero even Drizzt Do'Urden would be proud of.

No gods or devils required.

That, to me, is the ultimate "ascension".

(Swoon..)

"But he didn't do it on his own. It took his peers to talk him down. He wanted to do it."

Did he? If you listen, every time he talks about ascending with your character, he is seeking approval for it. Which means deep down it is not sitting right with him either. Otherwise why would he give a damn what you think?

Sometimes we need our friends and loved ones to remind us that who we are in our most genuine state is more than enough for anything. To have another soul look at you and say "I enjoy the hells out of your essence. Don't change it." means so much. Sure there are those raised with enough self love and confidence they don't need outside validation. But for the rest of the bruised and sore souls, it's like cool water poured on parched ground. Softening the shell and allowing growth to happen.

And I think Astarion was no different. He needed to hear that in that moment. He needed to know that his closest companions accepted and loved him for who he was. Not for who he could be. That there was nothing shameful or wrong for being truly himself. Forgive himself for deeds done beyond his control and chose his own path in life.

He was just surrounded by villains, not friends. He was not a monster because of his vampirism. He was not pathetic for having a thoughtful soul. (have you seen some of his dialogue with Durge and Karlach?) And realized he deserved more than he allowed himself to believe he did.

When we know better, we do better.

We are the product of our environment. Be sure to check yours.

"You believed in me-believed I was enough just the way I am."

He doesn't need to be a lord for me to hit my knees and offer my neck. I would be, am, absolutely proud to stand at he side of this "weak" elf. Because if weak means being sweet, silly, proud, forgiving and evolving. Then give me weak.

He may not have the power to concur the world. But he has the power to capture mine.

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"So we hide away and never tell. You decide if darkness knows you well. That lesson of love, all that it was. I need you to see.

You got that power over me. My, my. Everything I hold dear resides in those eyes. You got that power over me. My, my. The only one I know, the only one on my mind. You got that power over me."

Dermont Kennedy

[rosies-core]

Wait hear me out sbg x reader with reader somehow doesn't go to the phantom realm even tho they went into the Sorren weed house

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OOH THIS SOUNDS LIKE SUCH AN INTERESTING CONCEPT!!!

it might be a bit messy and kinda not proofread because i dont have enough energy to. so if its ass womp womp idc. ( i say while pouring my heart and soul into writing )

OKAY LETS BEGIN!

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• ashlyn banner.

• she was definitely surprised when she didnt see you in the phantom dimension. worried, even.

• i think she might think your cursed

• actually shes just jealous

• bc you wen to the sorrell weed house why arent you there??

• the second she wakes up she asks you

• tbh i think your probably cocky asf about it

• shes kinda mad tho

• will include you in everything regardless

• like oh hangouts? doesnt matter if its about the phantom realm pookie is coming

• discussing the phantom realm? your there eating a cookie she treats you no different. maybe she’d even tell you more about it than the others.

• like she fills you in on EVERYTHING

• even the small details

• shes chill with u

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• taylor hernandez.

• hear me out when i say that when she found out you didnt go with them she cried…

• like for no literal reason

• not happy or sad tears just tears

• i think she’d act pretty similar to ashlyn, like including you in everything, filling you in, treating you like normal, etc

• i think shes just relieved you dont have to go through the trauma with the phantom realm.

• she probably will accidentally send you texts every night like “be prepared for the phantom realm tonight!!💗💗” before realising and being like “haha woops that was meant for ben!” ( it was not meant for ben.. )

• after tylers death i think she distanced from you a bit tho

• like..not out of spite, just jealousy i guess.

• or anxiety idk how to explain it

• kinda like why tf do i have to go through this but they dont????

• idk

• sends you texts every night after the phantom realm telling you what happened

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• tyler hernandez.

• MF IS PISSED OFF😭😭😭🙏🙏

• LIKE WHY DO YOU GET TO BE CHILLING IN YOUR BED WHILST THE OTHERS RUN FOR THEIR LIVES ALL NIGHT?

• purposely does not include you in conversations regarding the phantom dimension just to piss you off

• probably made a group chat with everyone but you labeled something petty like: “the REAL ones.”

• when he died it just fuelled the fire

• yeah idk hes just annoyed

• glares at you every chance he gets. full on death glares.

• says “oh you do NOT get to talk.” when you try to make theories about the phantoms will the others😭

• but also loves you as much as everyone else</3

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• aiden clark.

• hmmm i think he wouldnt really care.

• makes jokes about it tho

• like your the punching bag of every joke he makes

• affectionately.

• probably treats you like you do go to the phantom dimension in conversations, though. like: “maybe y/n will know!!” or “lets see what y/n thinks~”

• that or he says the most passive aggressive things humanly possible

• he’d be a mix of tyler and ashlyn

• but i also think for some reason whenever you would try to talk about the phantoms he’d throw something at you

• ho idk

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• logan fields.

• hmmmmmm

• he probably has a notebook page titled: “THE PHENOMENON OF Y/N L/N😟😟”

• interrogates you everyday. like: “HAVE YOU SEEN ANYTHING DIFFERENT RECENTLY? DID THE AIR SHIFT WHEN TYLER DIED? DO YOU GET NIGHTMARES?!”

• you would just blink like ho is you good

• would say stupid shit like: “should we bring y/n to the sorrell weed house and summon the phantoms??”

• everyone immediately shut that idea down

• he is a firm believer that when the time is right you’ll get transported to the phantom dimension

• probably your biggest fan

• sighs aggressively everytime he sees you while scribbling in his notebook

• would send you texts every night like: “TELL ME IF ANYTHING HAPPENS TONIGHT? OKAY? OKAY?!?!”

• you block him.

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• ben clark.

• probably just stares in silence

• sends you notes like: “..did you really not go or is this just some elaborate prank.”

• probably the chillest about it in the group

• does NOT care either way

• as long as pookie is safe <3

• kinda neutral when it comes to including you

• just sits there like a fish.

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[mika-no-sekai-blog]

Part XI

Word count: 3900+

Warnings: swear words

Autumn themed divider by tsunami-of-tears

Part X | Part XII

Ever since Eris saved you, you two became inseparable. Literally and unromantic, unfortunately.

When you said that you wanted him, you meant like a man, a husband. You couldn't name the feeling that led you to that as you'd never encountered it in your life. Desire and lust weren't so unfamiliar to you, you knew them well and definitely felt them when he was around, but what you felt exceeded even such mundane wants. The moment he stepped out of the flames in that dark room carved into stone, it grew into a constant need and it was slowly driving you crazy.

Sometimes you thought of it as a disease because dry throat, pounding heart, shortness of breath, sweating and stuttering were common symptoms. However, no medicine could cure you. You were doomed.

While you dreamt of his warm hands touching your body in all inappropriate places, his lips breathing life into your hurting heart, his skin rubbing against yours, his voice whispering to your ear and about other parts of his body that you hadn't seen yet, Eris every morning calmly knocked on your doors and escorted you to his office. He insisted that you must not leave his side, so you ended up sitting behind him even on meetings to resentment of all present lords.

It was excruciating to just sit, watch him from distance and listen his voice that often spoke about such things that it sounded like a foreign language to you. You weren't proud of it, but you weren't educated in anything except of how to submit, keep quiet, stay still, dance and serve well to your husband. Males in Hewn City held an opinion that educating females was just a waste of time because there was no way they could understand such complicated things as economy, politics, war or ruling.

The closest you got to doing what you wanted to do with him, was when he took your hand and you went out for walk or to feed and play with his smokehounds.

Eris didn't know so much about flowers and herbs as your friends Ellen and Irene, but you were never bored with him. Sometimes he relaxed enough to talk about his childhood, at least about nice memories he had, sometimes he tried to explain you what the meeting was about. Either way you always learned something new and most importantly, you had an excuse for staring at his lips. You tried really hard to pay attention to everything he was saying, but your heart had a mind of its own.

You often found yourself imaging the taste and texture of those lips on yours and more - the feel of them sliding down the column of your neck to your chest, playing with you. The fact that you felt his long fingers in your hand made it even worse. All of sudden you felt them touching your body, weaving through your hair, filling you-

"Were did you go?" His husky deep voice snapped you from your fantasies. Amber orbs with dangerously swirling flames were piercing you and you blushed. Despite being outside his scent was wrapping around you, so thick it was suffocating.

"I'm here, listening to you," you almost moaned those words, dazed. Of course you weren't.

"Hmmm, really?" With wolfish grin he leaned so close that you were sharing a breath. "So tell me, my dear, what was I talking about?"

"You asked me where did I go," you whispered. Only an inch. There was only an inch between your lips, separating you from what you desperately wanted.

"Cleaver," he murmured, seemingly as drunken as you. "And before?"

You blinked. What did he say before?

"You said that villages near Summer have a hard time?" you tried your luck.

His grin grew wider. "That was maybe a half hour ago." His fingers ran along your jaw to your lips, gently parting them. "What should I do with you?"

Kiss me! If only you were brave enough to say it aloud.

His gaze was glued to your mouth now. For a moment you thought you heard his heartbeat, but it must have been just your imagination because there was no way his heart beated in unison with yours. Suddenly he lunged forward, his mouth crashing into yours with such strength that you had to wrap arms around his broad shoulders to prevent a fall. His palms clasped back of your head and your hip, tugging you impossibly close. His tongue slipped into your mouth without warning, but you didn't mind it slightest.

You were responding to his every desperate touch and stroke of tongue with your own. This was it. This was what you dreamt about for days now. You moaned into his mouth, drawing a growl from the depths of his chest.

He was greedy. His hot lips moved down the column of your neck feverishly while his fingers pulled the dress from your shoulder. None of you minded that you were in the garden where anyone could see you. In that moment only the two of you existed in this world.

He sucked and nipped the thin skin of your throat and you welcomed it. You wanted him to leave a mark on you. You clung to him, enjoying what he was doing, rewarding his ministration with loud moans. Your fingers were clawing on his back, trying to get to his skin. You wanted him, needed him.

However when he got to your shoulder he stilled, heaving heavily. His fingers were digging into your flesh almost painfully while his body trembled.

"You drive me crazy. You and your delicious scent," he groaned with lips on your skin. "Please, have mercy with me. I can't hold back for any longer." He sounded like on verge of tears.

You entwined fingers into his soft strands. "So don't hold back," you whispered nuzzling to the crook of his neck.

He snorted and fixed your dress. "You'll be death of me." With that he pushed away, hiding his face from you. He took your hand and pulling you behind him, he was leading you back to the castle. "There's a meeting with merchant leaders in five minutes."

Since this small encounter in the gardens, he closed up, watching you every now and then with sadness and something that resembled great longing. He was still kind to you and attentive, still tried to explain you things they discussed at the meetings, it just felt different. Thinking that you did something wrong, possibly even hurt him unknowingly, you tried your best to behave, to control your fantasies and eventually cooled down a bit.

Your evening routine had changed, too, as if Eris was scared to be with you alone after night fell. Instead of staying in the office until it was time to sleep, before the dinner Eris took all documents he needed to your chambers. After eating together he continued his work on that small dining table, while Ellen and Irene kept you company.

They seemed to be ashamed to run their mouths in presence of the High Lord, so you usually retired to your bedroom leaving doors ajar. That was the only condition Eris insisted on.

"And after that? What happened?" Ellen leaned closer, urging you to continue. It took you some time to gather courage to tell them about the kiss, but here you were, sharing your worries.

You shrugged. "Nothing. Eris had a meeting, so we headed back."

"And at night?" Irene whispered. They both knew that your marriage wasn't consummated yet, but just like you, they still hoped. "Did he come to, you know.. continue where you have stopped?"

You shook your head. They both frowned.

"Is that male impotent or what?" Ellen said too loudly and clasped hands over her mouth in shock. She didn't mean to shout it. You all turned to the doors, but you heard only constant scrapping of pen on paper from the other room.

"Or maybe he isn't interested in females," Irene suggested.

"No way," Ellen shook head. "We both grew at this Court, so you certainly heard it, too. All brothers had a lot of lovers in the past, all females. Even our High Lord had a few affairs. Less than his brothers, but still."

"Yup, I think I heard it, too," Irene sighed and blushed.

"Do you think that I messed up?" you bit on your lower lip. "That I somehow insulted him?"

"No, definitely not," they both said in unison.

"Males like when females show interest," Irene said, rubbing your shoulder.

"It usually turns male on, not discourage him. Especially, if it's married couple," Ellen added.

You sighed, feeling even worse. There was something really wrong with you two.

"And what about you and Killian?" you turned to Irene, trying to change topic.

"Well.." she fidgeted with her fingers. "He asked me out."

With Ellen you immediately came alive, tension growing. "And?"

"And I said yes," Irene smiled shyly. "He'll take me to the city next week."

All three of you squealed happily, holding hands. It was just about the time. Irene was head over heels for him for years and ever since she became your maid you saw Killian flirting with her every time he came for chitchat.

The doors flew open and on threshold stood Eris with dagger in hand. He scanned the room, then his fiery gaze fell down to you and your friends sitting on ottomans, baffled, with smiles frozen on your faces.

"I heard you screaming. Everything alright?"

"Yes," you spoke softly, "absolutely fine. We just.. We are sorry that we disturbed you. We'll be careful from now on."

He nodded. Eyes lingering on you, he just stood there. You gave him a puzzled look. He shook head and leaving doors again ajar, he returned to his work.

All three of you blew a breath.

Irene turned to you with sad smile. "He seems like someone who cares for you dearly. You should have seen him when you went missing. He turned this place upside down, looking for you. He was furious when he couldn't find anything with your scent."

"He was so desperate," Ellen agreed. "And the look he just gave you.. It was full of longing for sure. He wants you."

"Then why?" You flapped down on your back, looking out the window at stars that shone sadly tonight. They had no answer for you, too.

The most exciting part of Eris's work was when he had to visit some village or small town. Nature of Autumn Court was breathtakingly beautiful and fascinated you with all those radiant colours. Whether it was just a wild forest or fields you wanted to see it all.

Even Fae who lived there. Most of them was hostile and alert when High Lord came to them, willing to help them personally solve their problem. However, Eris was able to cope with it and handled it brilliantly.

It was interesting to watch him interact with his subjects. He was strong, sharp and terrifying, yet he didn't shy to show kindness and understanding. He seemed to be especially skilled with children. Wherever you went, soon enough a group of kids followed him all around and he didn't mind at all. He only smirked and even played with them when he thought that no one was watching. He was kind of cute in such moments. It was easy to imagine him with his own children, running through hallways, ballrooms and gardens, scaring staff and then laughing at it. Your heart clenched with pain every time such thoughts flashed through your mind.

Eris made sure that on the way you could see every river, lake or rock. Winnowing would be much faster, yet he always opted for horses and didn't hesitate to do detours just to show you nice places. Since you couldn't ride, you always ended up on his horse, pressed into his chest and with his arms around your waist, holding you in place. That made these trips even more special for you. The joy of sharing beauty of his Court was visible not only on his face but mainly in his eyes. He was a different male as soon as he left castle grounds, more happy, unfettered and wild. He was like the nature around him and you liked it a lot.

If only it was the main content of his duties.

Sadly, most of the ruling was made from his office. You spent there so many hours that you lost count. At first Eris let you do whatever you wanted which meant that you sat near the window switching between view of garden and your diligently writing, reading and frowning husband.

Years of training this made you last quite long, longer than any other person would last, but since coming to this Court you got a taste of freedom. Simply said, you became bored after a while. You understood the importance of his work and didn't mean to bother him in any way. However, it was physically impossible to suppress yawning or stop constant wiggling when your body screamed for change of position.

You thought that Eris hadn't noticed it, but after few days he rearranged the office and added smaller desk and sofa that he clearly didn't need. It was for you.

One day, pretending he just needed to stretch out, he walked to the shelves of books, randomly picked out one and handed it to you.

"Wouldn't you like to read something?"

It was the book about the medical herbs that you started to read before you were kidnapped and hadn't finished it yet. You smiled at him gratefully. You thought that he would mind or that page turning sounds would bother him, so you didn't dare to bring it with you. But as it turned out, he didn't mind it at slightest and after that, a whole section of books about plants magically found its way into his bookcase.

You were eager for knowledge and devoured the books in just a few weeks. It didn't went unnoticed.

Next time Eris tried to explain you problems discussed at the meeting, he took out a book, opened it at certain page dedicated to the similar issue and let you read that, too. You really appreciated this gesture. Whether he knew about your hunger for knowledge or not, he was supporting your eagerness anyway. He went so far as preparing you books of certain topic and when you were done with them, he discussed it with you and explained parts that you didn't understand. Killian obviously liked the idea and often joined you or took Eris's place when he was too busy.

They didn't mind discussing even the Court's issues with you and Eris himself asked you questions and intently listened to your opinions and solutions. You were surprised to find out that with minor changes he presented some of them at meetings. It brought you two closer on a new, deeper level, and you started working together. Eris entrusted you with some documents and reports that he believed you could solve on your own, while you kept studying. If someone before told you that just in marriage you could get the keys to complete freedom, you wouldn't believe them. With Eris anything was possible though.

One day, Killian entered the office with unusually serious expression.

"Eris, the news about certain matter arrived," his eyes drifted to you.

Erin frowned and leaned closer. He apparently knew what Killian talked about. "And?"

Killian put his hands on the table, leaned towards him and lowered his voice. "They couldn't find the body. They searched the entire place and nothing. He had to survive it and get out. Or someone helped him."

Eris inhaled sharply through his nose and your gazes met. His amber eyes hardened, burning like fire.

They didn't need to say who survived. You already knew, but still you needed them to confirm it. You subdued the tremor. "Who-.. who are you talking about?"

They exchanged the look. Jaws hardening they pulled lips into thin lines, avoiding your gaze. If you already didn't know they were siblings, now there would be no doubts about it. They were so alike.

"You are talking about males who kidnapped me, right?"

"Y/N.." Eris sighed, pinching bridge of his nose.

"Yes," Killian gave you a pitiful look while Eris eyes shot up to him, the fire in them burning holes into his head.

"It's better when she is scared but careful than when she runs into hands of death because she didn't know about the dangers that lurk around any corner," he shrugged.

Eris dragged hand down his face. "Fine," he grunted, "go ahead, if you want to scare her so badly."

"Asshole," Killian narrowed eyes on his brother. Then he turned to you. "The thing is... Lord Nail, the one who kidnapped you, escaped and we can't find him. And.. our brother, Volkan.. Eris thought he is dead, but.."

"You couldn't find the body to confirm it," you repeated what you heard earlier.

"Yeah.."

You hesitated. There was one question that bothered you ever since you woke up on that cold ground. "Why?" you stuttered barely audibly.

They both raised brows at you.

"Why did they do that?"

"We aren't sure," Eris watched you with sad eyes. "When I became High Lord, I announced at meeting that I plan to marry you. Some Lords didn't like the idea, but Nail was strongly against it. His family believed that his cousin will be my wife. He revolted and I banished him from this Court. He also used to support Volkan as a heir and future High Lord.."

"So we think that either it was a payback for his cousin or he did it to lure Eris out, so Volkan can kill him and become what he always wanted to be."

A huge lump rose in your throat and for the rest of the day you couldn't focus on anything. Thoughts swirled in your head and more questions popped up. Why did Eris choose you? Why he went to so much trouble when he wasn't even interested in you in that way? What he expected from you? A friendship? Companion? Where you just some kind of gag to shut up Lords, so he could sweep the question of marriage off the table? Or was it a payback? To whom?

The whole night you spent tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. The next day you were miles away, mindlessly following Eris around the castle. That day you weren't able to focus even on reading. Your husband tried to talk with you as he usually did, but you was hardly able to give him one-word answers. In the end he gave up and didn't press you further. You didn't notice the tension in the air nor that his mood gradually worsened with every hour you spent trapped in your thoughts.

Eris immediately knew something was going on when he saw you and those dark circles under your eyes in the morning. He watched your silent form sitting in his office like a ghost and grew nervous. He wanted to get into your pretty head to see what bothered you, shake with you until you spit it all out. But he couldn't and that annoyed him the most.

As if it wasn't enough, Lords at the afternoon meeting decided to try out his patience. Some village on outskirts of Autumn Court near borders with Summer couldn't pay the taxes because they had a bad year. A flood of locusts had eaten up the crops and they actually needed an aid to survive. But these mother-fuckers wanted to punish them as his father would do. The old bastard never cared for the reason people couldn't pay. He simply killed them or turned them into slaves.

Eris was in a foul mood, muscle ticking in his jaw, and wanted to kill someone, preferably these idiots. All of them. He glared at the papers in front of him while they quarreled which punishment would be more effective. Until the papers burst into flames. The room went silent, all eyes at him. His verdict was clear: no punishment, send an aid. With that he dismissed them.

The meeting ended without you even noticing anything of that. You were imprisoned in your own head, drowning in uncertainty and pain, and you couldn't take it anymore. You needed answers.

While you ran after Eris who was making his way down the hallways with long strides, you decided. You would ask him. Now or never. You had nothing to lose and if Eris answered.. Well, it depended on his answers.

Eris held the door for you and then closed them so harshly that the walls shook. He strode to his desk and slammed his fist on it.

His brother, the male who hurt his wife, was alive and nobody could find a single trace of him. His wife was.. What was she? Scared? Terrified? Traumatized? And he couldn't help her because she wouldn't talk with him, wouldn't let him. His subjects needed help and he had to fight Lords to get the help they needed. Everything around him was collapsing and he couldn't stop it. He could only stand and watch.

"Eris?"

"Yes?" Frowning he looked up from his desk.

"Why did you choose me as your wife?"

His jaw tightened and he looked away. He wasn't in mood for this kind of conversation. He wasn't ready for it. Not today, not anytime soon. "Because I wanted you."

"But why?"

"I already told you."

"So why haven't you consummated the marriage yet?"

"I won't discuss that with you. Not now, not.. never."

"Don't you think that I deserve to know?"

He was quiet, hands clenched into fists on the desk. Whenever you asked him something, he gladly answered you, so why not now? Silver lined your eyes as you watched his hard, angry expression and felt your heart breaking into million pieces. Normally, you wouldn't insist and let it go. Normally, you wouldn't even dare to ask such things.

But today wasn't that day.

"Please, Eris. I need to know it.. If you ever cared about me, sincerely cared, answ-"

"I haven't fucked you yet because I. Don't. Want. To," he snapped, his fiery eyes piercing you. "Is that what you wanted to hear?!"

He never shouted at you, never spoke with you like this. He didn't even raise his voice at you until now. You winced and took a step back. And then another. Your lower lip quivered and before you could stop it, you burst into tears. You couldn't stay there. You needed air, fresh air and distance. When Eris saw your reaction his face contorted in pain. He started to reach out for you, but you pivoted and ran out of the room.

"Y/N!"

His broken voice followed you to the hallway. You didn't slow down and kept running up and up.

You had no idea where you were heading to until you dashed through the door and a cold gust of wind stung your wet face. The sky began to turn red, evening was approaching.

You walked over to the battlement and looked down. You were on the rooftop of the tallest tower. The guard on the courtyard below wasn't bigger than an ant. Good. No one would see you up here and no one would come looking for you.

You were cold and hurting so much that even breathing was too painful. You slid down to the ground, curled into a ball and cried. You were there for less than ten minutes when affected laughter cut through the air.

"You make things so much easier for me."

[housepartyprotocol]

Romeo and Juliet - Part 1

Lando Norris X Ferarri Driver!Reader

Y/N is a powerhouse driver in F1, an icon dressed in Ferarri red. So when a driver in blue (and orange) has eyes for her, how will she react? How will the public react? With twists and turns and ships, how will this story end, let's hope not how the original story ends.

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ynusername you were amazing with your p3

charlesleclerc P1-P2 Baby

ynusername We Goooooooo Baby user10 Baby? user11 They are just friends, Charles has a girlfriend user10 okay...

landonorris

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landonorris Death to Lando No-Wins with a Miami P1 BABYY

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user12 LETS GO LANDO

user13 FUTURE WORLD CHAMPION!!

mclaren Long time coming Lando, Here is to many more

landonorris To many more!

user14 Undeserved

user15 Explain? I missed it user14 Y/N was leading and dominating the race, and he attempted a stupid overtake which caused contact with Y/N. Y/N DNF'ed and Lando goes on to win with no damage or penalty user16 "Racing Incident" Unfair (Sexist ?) user14 Y/N looked so mad in her post-race interview

georgerussell Congrats on the win lad

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ynusername

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ynusername Abrupt end to the Miami GP through no fault on our team's behalf. But at least I was correctly taken out by good company once this weekend by my dear friends.

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user17 Pop off, put them in their place! You didn't deserve that

user18 Winner in our eyes!

scuderiaferarri On to the next, eyes forward

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lewishamilton Unfortunate, but there will be more races to win

ynusername many more ? liked by lewishamilton

charlesleclerc Have you checked for messages

ynusername yes, not sure I am going to respond charlesleclerc Respond, it will do you both good user19 Do you think Lando messaged her user20 Maybe. He should it was his fault

user21 She should stop complaining, its not a good look

user22 Shut up. Thank you.

f1news

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f1news Lando Norris was spotted with a girl in a small New York cafe. People think it may be a new girlfriend, others believe it is Y/N L/N. Either way, it looked like a very intimate conversation ending with a kiss on the cheek. They left together...

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user23 If it is Y/N, Lando better be apologising

user24 New WAG alert

user25 Omg if they are dating Y/N is more than a WAG. Lando would be a WAG

user26 They would be such a hot couple user27 Parents

landonorris

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landonorris Monaco GP you beauty, I see a podium

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mclaren Oscar and Lando are always on the podium in our mind

user28 Papaya fan unite, we will take this home

charlesleclerc I'll see you on the track

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user29 Y/N is here?

user30 Did you see their date user31 Was it confirmed? user30 In our hearts

ynusername

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ynusername Pregaming practice (don't worry @,scuderiaferarri I'm not drunk driving)

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scuderiaferarri Happy to hear (!!)

ynusername Love ya too xx

landonorris See you out on the track, bring your A game

ynusername Don't do anything silly. Again landonorris As you wish user32 Princess bride quotes? My HEART ?!?! user33 Omg she responded to him

charlesleclerc Let's bring the Ferarri power

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lewishamilton Lovely girl

user34 wha

f1news

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f1news (Ignore my lack of podium photo I couldn't find one) But... The talented Y/N L/N topped the podium and took another win in Monaco with Lando Norris P2. The two shared a long look while up on the podium, and a tight embrace which lasted a bit longer than expected, fuelling the idea they may be something more. Rumours are flying, pity for all the Y/N x Lewis shippers

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user35 Isn't he like 15 years older than her?

user36 Can't a girl have daddy issues user35 She does? user36 No, but I do, I just want to live through her

user37 I want Lando and Y/N to date and then kiss on the podium

user37 I would die happy

lewis hamilton

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lewishamilton Thank you, Monaco, treating myself to a little reward

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user38 NO, LEWIS IS TAKEN?

georgerussell Good for you man!

user39 Hear me out, Ferarris in the second pic. Who drives for Ferarri and owns a Ferarri... Y/N

user40 You think they are dating? user39 Could be, she liked the post....

mercedesamgf1 Don't forget about us, your poor team

lewishamilton Never

ynusername This is cute <3

landonorris Very user41 No, I'm now believing it is Y/N user42 I'm holding out for Lando, he only responded to her comment, he didn't comment liked by landonorris

END OF PART 1

(a/n So, first part done with a little cliffhanger. Hope you all enjoyed this, and I can't wait to post part 2!, join my tag list here )

(taglist: @moonylightmoon @smw-96 )

[aennasan]

You have trouble keeping your inner thoughts to yourself. It always puts you in difficult situations whenever you just blurted out whatever comes to mind. The worst thing was you didn't really mean to say it out loud.

You just can't distinguish the voice inside your thoughts, and your real voice sometimes. It's really hard to keep track of it.

Today, you did it again.

Barou Shoei had always been scary looking with his hair gelled up. His eyes looking sharper and his face hardened. There were moments you refused to look at him, in fear that you would catch his eye. You felt shiver run down your spine just imagining his angry gaze tune in at you.

However, it was different today. It was unexpected to see him look so differently with his hair down when your group met him. Black shirt clinging tightly to his muscular body. Covered with mismatched sleeves, of black and red, varsity jacket. And black pants barely keeping his thick legs.

He looks so delicious. It's kind of scary how you imagine drooling seeing an image of him, half naked with only a towel to cover him down below.

“I bet I can ride you with your hair down like that.” You blurted out without thinking. 

Nagi, Isagi and Bachira froze at that. You probably wouldn't realize what you have said just now if they don't look so wide eyed, mouth agaped, and shell shocked.

Your brain slowly repeated what happened, what you just said, and you immediately covered your mouth with your two hands. The heat crawling all over your body, up to the tips of your hair.

Flustered, you felt the heat of shame oozing from your skin, as you tried to explain to Barou what you just said. Clearing up the misunderstanding.

You wish the floor to swallow you up and take you away right then and there.

You were dying from embarrassment, repeatedly bowing to apologize, when you took the chance to finally look up at him with courage, after you didn't get any response from him.

You felt a shiver run down your spine, when you caught his red eyes just staring at you. You felt exposed and weak on the knees. There was something that glinted in those rare orbs of his. You gulped not knowing what to do. The feeling was like a prey, caught in the talons of its predator. You were afraid that if you blink, he will swallow you whole.

"Hmmm... I bet you could." He responded, voice deep, still holding you down with his gaze.

You are not sure what to do when he opens his arm offering for you to take it. By instinct, you slotted your arm to his, and he walked forward, with you in tow.

You are still trying to process what he said to you. Bewildered and shocked.

It didn't take long for the others to get out of their daze as they erupted with cheers. They followed the two of you, teasing and poking.

You bury your face on his sleeve, as he intertwines his hand to yours, squeezing to comfort.

They will never let you forget. That's for sure.

[matchaxberries]

You want requests, i got em

I wanted to request a longer or more detailed version of the Moon predator/prey thing. Its a big kink of mine i have no idea how you knew lol, thank you once more

Punished Prey

Alpha!Moondrop x Omega!Gn!Reader

One-shot, Requested, NSFW (smut), Omegaverse!AU

Summary: Everyday, (y/n) helps Sunrise clean up the daycare, and helps with turning all the lights off when done. They always say bye to Moondrop, and make their way home after. But not today, Moon has other plans for his omega, a punishment in mind for their naughty behaviors.

Warnings: Omegaverse, like 2 paragraphs with Sun, reader is described with female anatomy but gender neutral pronouns are used, predator/prey dynamic (reader is prey), degradation, kind of dub-con, reader gets called a slut, a bit of praise, aggressive/rough behavior, biting and marking, fingering, orgasm denial.

(A/N) Sorry it took me so long to get to anon. :3 I hope this fulfills your desires, if there’s any spelling errors I apologize and this isn’t very proof read. Shaking your hand for the pred/prey kink me 2. If you have any other requests send them my way. :3

It was meant to be a usual day at the daycare for (y/n). Helping Sunrise pick up after all of the kids are gone, helping shut off all of the lights and saying goodbye to Moondrop. That didn’t go as planned, and now (y/n) is hiding with their hand pressed firm against their own lips, heart beating against their rib cage like some twisted drum.

(Y/n) adjusts their position as quietly as possible, foam pressed against their back, and their legs shoved against their own figure in an awkward position. One arm holding their legs, the other still firmly against their mouth to maybe muffle their breathing from being too loud. They can hear the noises of Moon walking, the bells on his clothing jingling, his small hums escaping from his lips. He’s enjoying this, every bit of this.

Moon begins to speak, knowing well (y/n) can hear him, but not knowing exactly where they are. “My star… Do you know why you’re in this position hmmm?” His tone is almost mocking, as if he’s explained already.

Earlier, (y/n) had finished helping Sun clean up for the day. They began to head to turn the lights off, but Sun had protested that clearly. “Sunshine, I really don’t think that’s a good idea-“ (Y/n) only ignored his pleas. “What? It’s not like we are doing anything. I’m just saying bye, you aren’t in any sort of rut are you?” They give a small tease. This causes Sun to flush, “no no no! It’s not that.” He holds his own face and sits down on the padded flooring.

As he does, the lights around him go dim, the only light is the glow on his pants, and the small illuminated stars around the daycare. He begins to hold his head tightly, and slowly Moon begins to come out.

Moon stands up swiftly, glowing eyes locking onto his prey. “(Y/n), you’ve been naughty today~” he begins his walk to them, and makes haste of pushing them against the wall. “I’ll give you thirty seconds to run. Don’t let me catch you unless you want a punishment.” Moon strokes their cheek lightly with a finger, stepping back so they can hide.

That brings them back to now, as Moon continues his explanation. “I saw you talking to that alpha earlier today. They were taking in your scent quite more than I’d enjoy.” His steps stop, as he continues. “No alpha eyes my omega, and an alpha with a kid at that. Naughty naughty…” His steps pick back up, he starts climbing up through the slide, his speech echoed now from the surrounding plastic. “I might have to ban them from the daycare. How rude, smelling up my prey.”

(Y/n) slowly begins to move their positioning, if he comes through the slide, they’ll be right in his sight. They begin thinking of the circumstances he’s explained, they are always friendly with all of the parents that come into the daycare. They don’t remember any particular alpha’s eyeing them, or becoming weird with themself. They want to explain themselves to Moon, but there’s no snapping him from this, he’s keen on punishing his prey, even if they have a reasonable explanation.

(Y/n) decides to slowly make their way down a rope ladder, since Moon is going up. They quickly go under the bars and other items of the indoor playground set. They find a place they deem safe, against the wall, and hidden behind a foam panel.

It’s oddly quiet now, and (y/n)’s heartbeat begins to quicken against their chest. They try to listen for the bells, maybe they’re too far away? They try to listen for the creaks above them of the bars or foam. Nothing, not a sound. Maybe he stopped moving, or maybe he’s lost in thought.

All of thoughts thoughts are cut off suddenly by a pair of red eyes directly in (y/n)’s face. “Found you.” Moon states menacingly, grabbing their shoulders a bit hard, and pushing them against the wall with a sick grin.

(Y/n) let’s out a quick noise of pain, almost a yelp. “Wait- please I’m sorry, I didn’t know anyone was looking at me weird or acting weird to me-“ Moon cuts their explanations off by sticking his fingers in their mouth, pressing two fingers down against the back of their tongue. (Y/n) chokes, and tries to force them from their own mouth, but they’re not as strong as their alpha. Moon hums at their struggles and stares at their face intensely with his glowing red gaze. His eyes might be the only thing really visible in the daycare right now, except very faint glows of the stars on his pants.

Moon trails his free hand down (y/n), forcing his hand into their shirt and up to their chest. “Do you like to choke on my fingers like a greedy slut hmmm?” He coos at them, pressing his other hand firmly against their chest, toying with their nipples. (Y/n) tries to let out some sort of noise, a protest or even a moan of pleasure, but Moon’s fingers are shoved too far into their mouth, any sounds come out completely muffled and gagged.

He begins to move his hand that was on their chest, down to the waistband of their pants. He makes haste of pulling them down, along with their underwear. The cold air now biting at (y/n) thighs, their cheeks flushing at the sudden exposure.

“My pretty star… You’re mine, ours. No other alpha can ever satisfy your heat like we do. No other alpha even deserves to smell your scent.” Moon begins, taking his fingers from their mouth finally, leaving a trail of saliva from their lips to his fingertips. His fingers quickly move down to (y/n)‘s clit. They let out a strained noise, grabbing onto Moon’s wrist tightly. “We’re in the daycare Moon, why can’t we at least move up to your bedroom-“ They whine out in protest, but Moon let’s out a small growl. “It’s a punishment. You’ll take it where I want and when I want.” (Y/n) takes that as their sign not to make anymore protests to him.

Moon begins to rub his fingers along their sensitive clit, just barely giving enough friction to get off on. (Y/n) places their hands up on his shoulders, he’s bending over by some, since they’re under a play-set. It makes it easier for (y/n) to reach him and see his face. They let out small moans, and try to grind themself against Moon’s fingers. He pulls them away quickly, and their legs go together in an instant trying to get the friction they’re missing. “Naughty prey. Stay still or I’ll make you…” He grabs them and forces them to lay flat against the floor instead of shoving them against the wall, sitting in between their legs after forcing them apart. (Y/n) tries to lift their neck to see what Moon is doing, but it’s uncomfortable considering the cold flooring, and lack of cushioning.

Moon places his fingers against their clit again, and begins to rub circles into it lightly. He leans up while doing so to meet their face with his, “My star… Are you a good omega?” He questions, mainly as a tease to cause (y/n) more embarrassment. He places a gentle kiss to their lips, instead of an aggressive one, and (y/n) kisses back with a small whine.

Moon pulls away, and while teasing at their clit, he begins kissing and biting at their neck. Not leaving anything too noticeable yet, but he’s doing it aggressive. He runs his tongue lightly down their neck to their chest. Taking a nipple into his mouth, nipping and teasing it. (Y/n)‘s back arches some, they let out hisses of moans, feeling the pleasure of multiple things building in their core. Moon pushes them back down flat, his lips leaving their chest with a small pop sound.

While his fingers are working away at their clit, he very suddenly pushes a bit of his finger into their entrance. Barely enough to please (y/n), but just enough to tease them. “Moon, please…” they begin to pout, trying very hard not to rock their hips against him. He only gives a hum, pumping barely half of his finger in and out of their entrance. (Y/n) let’s out whines, and small moans as he does, their leg very slightly twitching in anticipation for him to shove it all in them.

He finally pushes one finger all the way in, his fingers are long and slender, so they reach deep into (y/n)’s core. He begins to curl it against them, moving it in and out at an agonizingly slow pace. “Already so soaked and slick for me aren’t you? You like it when I hunt you down and punish you like this?” His thumb continues rubbing slow circles into them, with his finger still pumping in and out of them.

His pace quickens, as he takes another finger shoving it in. He curls them upwards as he thrusts, placing a hand at their stomach and lightly pushing down. (Y/n) chokes at the sudden change in pace, trying to find something to grab, they hold onto his hair as lightly as possible, trying not to tug. (Y/n) feels their core tighten, an orgasm building in their stomach. As soon as they feel they’re about to release, Moon takes his hands away from them.

(Y/n) begins to speak, opening their mouth. A protest ready at the tip of their tongue, but fingers meet the inside of their mouth again. They muffle out a noise, and can taste their own juices on Moon’s fingers. “Clean them nice and well for me, my prey. You can do it.” Moon mocks, it would almost seem like encouragement to anyone else, but (y/n) knows well by his tone.

He takes his fingers from their mouth when he deems them ‘clean.’ And begins to work his own pants off. He unties the ribbon that holds part of them up, and unzips the rest off. His length is tightly pushed against his boxers, leaving a bulge that has a small stain. Moon must be pretty excited as well judging from it, he slips his boxers off finally, member springing out.

“Fix it for me, my star… I’m so hard, it hurts. I wouldn’t want to put it in you like this.” He lightly rubs his own length from base to tip. His glowing eyes stare into (y/n)’s, with a small smirk tugging at his lips. (Y/n) hastily sits up on their knees, putting their hands on him, and stroking him lightly. Moon tangles a hand into their hair, pulling them forward. “With your filthy mouth.” He demands to them.

Word count: 1,791

Character count: 9,854

(A/N 2) I am done with school now! I started this a while back so if anything seems different that is why, sorry for the random hiatus. I need to get back into writing often. Also slight cliff-hanger :3 let me know if a part two is of your interest.

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[leavingsunsets]

hello!

I would like to request hcs (if that's fine with you, because I saw you're more on the fics side :3) for Kinro (bro deserves more love), Sai and Ryusui with a very emotional and empathetic reader, who tries to mask it by acting all cool and unbothered, but it doesn't always work well. I prefer it to be on the more romantic side, but I don't mind the platonic one! It can be either female or gender neutral reader. I will rely on your intuition and creativity.

I hope I explained everything quite sensibly and understandably. ._.

Have a wonderful day!

Ohh my gosh hello hello! I don't mind hcs as well, since i lovw these characters so much like mwah mwah mwah (AHEM AHEM magic man COUGHCOUCGHFOUCGH) but anyways im doing gn reader so lots more ppl can enjoy tehee. here it is !!

"𝙋𝙤𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙮 𝙝𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙣."

[gn!reader]

𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙧𝙤

Tbh i feel like Kinro is KINDAAA similar in the same sense?? like, all cool n stuff but hes actlly a real sweetie sometimes mwah mwah mwah. also ur right he deserves more love hes literally just a loveable guy

At first i think hed be surprised, like, all, "woah, uh, you good"

but then, i think among the three, isnt that fazed. hes around ginro almost 24/7 cmon.

but once he gets used to you he just stares when you get all cool and so indifferent then he goes "its okay to be sad about it" then you just start beating his chest bawling and he pats your back

platonically, thats what hed do. Like, hed just silently offer support while you tell him your troubles or thoughts. like nod along or put a hand on your shoulder in silent encouragement or just seem so cool while spouting out some wise words. (he puts a hand on your shoulder and you look at him, the wind blows his hair slightly, the light capturing him in a perfect angle. "i understand that feeling. i felt hurt when ginro laughed at the rip in my pants too" he whispers so coolly and you bust out laughing)

romantically, hed be more initiative in this type of stuff i think. like, if he saw you going away on your own hed follow after to talk. or be more nervous cuz this time hes ACTIVELY trying to cheer you up, like tryna be comforting even if his words come out awkward or something like that. "uhmm, thats bad.. uh.. do you wanna. do you wanna hug?"

either way, 10/10 this man will never disappoint, he doesnt, and he didnt. he is underrated and we should talk about him more def

𝙍𝙮𝙪𝙨𝙪𝙞 𝙉𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙞

Ohoooo. this maaan is likeeee. i dunno man i feel like he literally has the same reaction to every single type of person.

encouraging, supportive, and just a big big ball of sun

hed just pin you down as an interesting person and spout some compliments

even when you first meet and he sees how you work hes like "👍!!"

So lets say close friends now. he sees you go 'its okay. I dont care' and he sees you be all 'im going to dramatically sit on a rock and have a glistening tear down my face lit by the sun' and he'll like, smack your back 4 times going 'ITS OKAY MY FRIEND ITS OKAY'

Platonic?? just like that. how he treats everyone which is of course very special. goes 'hey, its alright. like really. im here to be a bud and give u some encouragement' and be all like 'DW MY FRIEND' and just even gives u nice talks

ROMANTICALLY?? kind of the same, but but but but. he litrlly goes and does smthng to cheer u up. like litrlly does the same as platonically, but later even when ur all cheered up, brings u to a nice place like a nice view. Doesnt SAY anything cheesy but ltrlly aheaeha RAWR ryusui nanami i cant believe you just took me to a nice dinner date

𝙎𝙖𝙞 𝙉𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙞

okay hmmm. idk depends on the intensity of it he MIGHT be averse?? Not entirely but as long as youre not bawling and sniffling i think ur good 👍

ok so u first meet right? and then he meets u 'oh cool person ok. rlly chill' then after awhile he sees you start sniffling over someones sob story and hes all like 'aweee'

NOT IN A 'thats cute' WAY LIKE. HES JUS LIKE THINKING 'OH THIS PERSON RLLY CARES ALOT THATS SWEET A LITTLE'

maybe that might be a bonding factor. Like, the fact that ur empathetic and soooo YKNOW, YOU

so like when u werent close he was all like 'ohh. ahhh wow. i see.' now hes all like 'haha theres my little gober gomble with the gummy goo' but he will never say that ofc grrr

PLATONICALLY. hes as goober as can be. literally being all friends friends with you and loving your company. like, actively approaches you and goes 'hey!!!! :3!!'. literally a sweetie yall talk about stuff and the whole time hes like :3 and all supportive and encouraging throughout whatever ur feeling, blue or yello, red or green.

fixes my bowtie. Now. ROMANTICALLY?? so this is only it does blossom after the platonic stage. he does the same things, except all 'hmgngmg omg.. its them...' inside now. More active tending to you in your moments, happy or blue. like cheering if ur cheering, fretting over u if youre sad over smthng, stuff like that. or angry, like going 'PLS PLS PLS PLS' holding you back from hitting someone on the head. literally just the same in platonic but hes so so so sooo in love with you and loves you, for being you, more than anything

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WHEW and thats. yeah. thats it. Again i am so sorry for the disproportionate pics n headers EVERYTIME i literally crop them on my own sometimes n i dont know where else to get them. but yah i hope u enjoyed and sorry it took soo long :333 !! Hcs are easier for me 2 do than fics because they take less time and like, hmm, its not that hard since theres no plot planning or proofreading or anything like that. but yes WOOO ENJOY I HOPE YALL KEEP ENJOYIG THE RARE FICS IS PUT OUT IM SO SORRY FOR THAT TOO 😭😭