#hoping and praying the curse doesnt get him

[theamazingmr-j]

all i can say is godspeed to yuki tsunoda

[sunlitlemonade]

YOU WATCH F1 TOO?!?!?!?!???????!?? RAHHHHHHHHH🏎🏎🏎🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 can we plz get thoughts on drivers 👀🥺🙏🫣🫣🫣🫦

anon i know you sent this sometime around suzuka but that last emoji made me laugh every time i tried answering this. as for the drivers......... sigh. I'm swinging a very bedazzled bat at a swarming hornets' nest. pray for me.

under the cut because i yapped a LOT. also. uh. possible slander. so like.

Red Bull Racing

Max Verstappen: starting off strong here with my favourite guy of all time. He's Inevitable™. He's fast. He's amazing. He's sweet and blunt and gorgeous and I want everything good for him. He's phenomenal, he moves me, he makes it's so easy to root for him and yet, it's incredibly taxing to be a fan given the British bias in F1 journalism and the fandom, not to mention FIA occasionally losing it's goddamn mind.

Sergio 'Checo' Perez: I'm actually so fond of him. His recent performances leave more to desired, I know, but fuck if he isn't the funniest mf around. Also it's simply a matter of time when he gets back in form [the bias is STRONG here I'm aware]. Also he's an extremely good second driver because I for one think he knows how to handle a team built around his teammate. I don't think any other driver on the current grid would have gelled with Max and Red Bull's structure [and strategy to win] the way Checo has.

Ferrari

Charles Leclerc: Il Predestinato. Saint Leclerc. Curse bearer and curse breaker. He's made to be a dream. He can make the hopeless hope. I know I said Max is generational talent but we're quite lucky to be in this era where we have not one, but TWO generational talents because Charles..... this guy..... you have to be blind to not see the sheer talent and insanity this man holds. Ferrari get your shit together istg. I need a Verstappen - Leclerc WDC fight. IT WILL BE GLORIOUS.

Carlos Sainz: *cough* ok, so, I wanna start off by saying I do think he's a chill guy off-track, ok? I really do think that. He's funny, quick, hot [ofc]. As a driver though. I just. He's good --not as good as F1 media wanted you to believe after his win in Australia and the circumstances surrounding it [WDC material??? Any GP winner now is considered WDC material??? ok]-- but he whines A LOT and I would actually prefer if his aggressiveness on track is directed less at his own teammate and more on their opposition? That would be cool. Plus sometimes he forgets it's not 'yippee we are all friends haha' all the time and inevitably fires up when someone serves cunt on track and he's bearing the brunt of it. I call it the Mclaren syndrome if anyone is interested.

Mclaren

enough said [ignore the shit quality i grabbed the first template i could find sjskdjfke]

Mercedes

George Russell: HES SUCH A HILARIOUS DIVA!!!! WHO DOESNT LOVE THIS GUY?? He's so entertaining and fun and he is a very good driver! I feel like we still have yet to see all he can achieve and I am very excited to see what happens next.

Lewis Hamilton: Legend. I truly have nothing else to add. Forget his fanbase, forget his tunnel vision when it comes to winning [and this applies to almost every driver, most of all my favourite ones lol], he's seven time world champion for a reason. Since we're asking for my opinions here though, I'll tell you this: anytime he wins I'm happy enough to see it [though I will forever want to see my favs on P1], any time he doesn't I don't care much, if he has a bad race I will give it less notice- basically, he exists in the periphery of my vision. I have been in awe of him for years and admire him but I cannot call myself a fan. One thing I can't help but obsess over is how cunty and unapologetic he is [which is also something that I love about Max].

Alpine

Esteban Ocon: He's a good driver, he's grinded hard to be here in F1 and I love to see it. Also, he's geek! In my books, that's always a plus.

Pierre Gasly: He's actually one of the most unremarkable drivers on the grid currently. Like there's nothing wrong with him and every time he pops up in interviews or whatever he's fun to see but that's about it? Honestly he seems like a cool guy, a driver okay enough but doesn't stand out much to me in anyway skdjhsjd

Sauber

Valtteri Bottas: THE MOST UNDERRATED DRIVER EVER MAYBE????? I love this dude and I'm hoping he can get something better than the tractor he has this season, as unlikely as it is.

Zhou Guanyu: Again, he's a nice enough driver and I really enjoy his vibe but he's crawling on the track in the tractor Sauber cooked up and I don't really know what to think of him beyond what I have stated.

Aston Martin

Fernando Alonso: Anyone who has a problem with Mr. Alonso has a problem with me. This is a strict Alonso Stan account, I do not take criticism and idc what anyone else has to say about him. He's a legend, he's an icon, he's the spirit of F1. I'm quite literally obsessed with him. You know what. Max is the Only One for me BUT if Fernando happened to win a 3rd title........... Did you know that Adrian Newey was recently acquired by Aston Martin [MAKE IT HAPPEN NEWEY].

Lance Stroll: idc. truly idc. some hate this guy, some love him. im at the camp of idgaf. just complete indifference.

Haas

Kevin Magnussen: If you've noticed anything by now, it's that I love love love track terrors. Not the stupid bitches who divebomb everyone all the time and start barking when it happens to them. Nah, the ones who race. I fucking love them. I love Kevin. Hoping against hope that he gets a seat somewhere next year, I will miss him so much. He's incredible to watch. God. I will actually miss him so much. Fuck.

Nico Hulkenberg: Another underrated driver, he's actually quite skillful and entertaining to watch. I just wish he had better luck like 😭

VCARB

Daniel Ricciardo: I miss him. His performances had waned and yeah, it had been time for him to go but I will still miss him and idk man I will admit I wasn't his biggest fan a while back, which had hurt because at some point, years back, he was the main reason why I watched the sport at all. But he had slowly wormed himself back in my heart and fuck. His last race actually made my chest clench ngl. He was absolutely amazing.

Liam Lawson: Consider me sat. I'm SO curious to see how he performs. We know he's got potential but just how far can he stretch?

Yuki Tsunoda: How many times have I used the word 'love' already? I'm sorry but what else can I say? I genuinely love this fella. He's so good and exciting to watch on track and also, plain funny. I wish for everything good to happen to him.

Williams

Alex Albon: infatuated with his billion dollar smile. Now that that's out of the way let me also just say HES SUNLIGHT INCARNATE, also I COULD LISTEN TO HIM YAP FOREVER. Idk I'm actually really happy for him because he seems to be flourishing at Williams and I mean this in the best way possible: he shines at a midfield team. [Also, note me saying he's sunshine doesn't negate just how fucking sly & sassy he can be. I adore that about him.]

Franco Colapinto: MY BELOVED. I perk up like a sunflower under the sun when I see him. He's such an intriguing driver. I detect hints of track terrorism abilities brewing here and cannot wait to see more of it. Also! He's so refreshing to listen to. I know like 80 percent of the grid is no-nonsense and transparent but man idk how to say this. He's a fucking comedian. Not a thought that has any sort of filter at all in that pretty little head of his. Just. No PR training at all here.

Logan Sargent: This boy. He did not deserve even a smidgen of what he had to tolerate. I actually detest the collective treatment from the fandom and his own fucking team that he had to constantly weather. I hope whatever racing division he advances to, he fucking demolishes. I hope he has so much fun winning. I miss him and his reserved smiles.

Special mention:

Oliver Bearman: I mean he raced twice this season, I can't skip over him just like that. Anyways, he's a BABY [< girl who's half a year older than him sjedhbwje] and I WANT HIM TO DO GOOD. He's done relatively well till now in the limited time on track [in F1] we've seen him, we'll have to wait and watch how he does next year. This F2 season for him has been... eh but like I get why.

[brinajackkman]

billy and stu headcanons !

you cant tell me stu's eyes werent locked on billys lips for a min !!!

warnings : killings, spoilers for scream 1996, mention of past abuse and alcohol \ drug use. they're pretty aggressive when it comes to things they want, so agressive loving ig (they survive becuase im petty and love my boys)

a\n : this is my first time posting headcanons, and i love these two so much it had to be them. reader is gn as possible

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billy loomis centered hcs

⟡ ݁₊ . met you through stu, who met you through tatum

⟡ ݁₊ . was talking to stu about you when he was drunk at his house about the murder plans and you, when stu found out they both liked you. so they made a truce to share you. (stu cared, billy didnt)

⟡ ݁₊ . master manipulator. this man was abused by his dad for a long time, and manipulated himself by saying it was 'normal'. he manipulated you before realizing if you ever found out about it, you probably hate him, so he stopped to the best of his abilities.

⟡ ݁₊ . you arent planned to be killed in the murders. if you slip up, he will by all means kill you before anything could happen, but he hopes you dont find out.

⟡ ݁₊ . when you catch them with sidney, billy tries to gaslight you saying it was all a joke, and you complied. how could you not? you didn't wanna die this early in life.

⟡ ݁₊ . when he wakes up from being stabbed by sidney, he sees stu in the bed next to him, and you in a chair. hes weary at first, asking about the police and all that, but he starts to chill

⟡ ݁₊ fav movie is texas chainsaw massacre.

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stu macher centered hcs

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 tries so bad to act like billy around you (it doesnt work)

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 easily trusts people, and is a people pleaser

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 clingy, as in is stuck to you like super glue and wont come off

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 had the same convo with billy, and he was actually high and drunk so it was a stupid decision

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 prays (not really) that you dont find out their ghostface because stu doesnt wanna kill you, because hes grown attached and wont let go. if you slip up, he's hesitant, but if billy's there, he'll do it and feel guilty after.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 when you do, he is the first one you see, covered in blood from billy's unnecessary extra stabs. he passes out in your arms, and you haul him and billy to the hospital, leaving sidney for dead(?)

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 when he wakes up, he lights up with joy seeing you and billy together with him. not scared by any means, just glad to have his partners by his side

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 fav movie is either candyman or halloween ; the curse of micheal myers

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billy and stu in a relationship with you (ayy that rhymed)

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 movie dates every friday. and i mean every single one. doesnt matter, a popcorn, soda, and candy with a decent movie on will shut them up for however long the movie is

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 stu's love language is physical touch, billy's is acts of service

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 billy is a giant teddy bear. once you start dating, expect cuddles all night long while he snores. hell fuckin loud.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 stu loves to kiss your hands for some odd reason, you dont question them

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 kinda protective, billy gets jealous very easily because he likes you as much as his momma

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 after changing names and appearances (billy and stu) you guys move out to upper cali and live there, but quickly move to somewhere i dont know yet, and live happy lives with a a golden retriever, and a house cat

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likes and reblogs are appreciated if you made it to the bottom. still trying to figure out tumblr after leaving for so long, so bear with me

love,

brina ᯓ ᡣ𐭩

[thepepsislvt]

What if we had another Barto fic because were so starved for his content esp in writing if the reader was like a strawhat that luffy picked up in like skypiea maybe..like a shandorian with the little wings 👀.. just a thought..

I WIN yes i will write more of Barto bc i love him and im glad so many other people love him too!

this one seemed rushed and i apologize i wrote this before my second shift of work :(

Bartolomeo x Winged! Gn Reader

warnings: all fluff, some cursing, mention of doflamingo

you were born on Skypiea and thats all you’ve known

you were always so curious as a child but nobody would tell you what the rest of the world was like

So when you hit your teenage years you decide that one day you're going to leave the floating island

You had wings so you could easily fly away but you couldn't navigate the ocean by yourself

Most nights you would hope and pray that someday, someone would save you.

That's when a certain pirate with a straw hat came and fucked shit up on your island

At the age of 19, you knew this was your getaway, a savior you had spent all of these years praying for

After he won the battle he was fighting you came up to him and his crew as they were about to depart

“Strawhat! You must take me with you! I will prove myself worthy to join your crew-”

“Ok”

“-and I won't take no for an answer! Wait did you say okay? That fast?” you looked at the pirate captain with confusion and shock

All he did was smile and nod

So it was easier than you thought

It didn't take very long to get along with the rest of the crew members

You would give Usopp, Chopper, and Luffy rides through the air

Zoro taught you how to use a sword

Naomi taught you to pickpockets even though you probably won't use that skill

The Entire crew loved you

When Frankly and Brook joined the Straw hats you easily got along with them as well

When you got separated for two years on Sabaody you couldn't have been happier to see them

Your wings had fully grown and you could now use them to their full potential

You guys may have changed a lot physically over the past two years but nothing has changed between your friendship

During the events of Dressrosa, you decided to follow Luffy to the Colosseum to make sure he doesnt give away his identity and draw unwanted attention towards him

While you and Luffy were watching the fight, a certain green haired rooster head had caught your eye

he was hated by the crowd for being vulgar but thats what you liked about him

after his victory in Block B you knew you had to go and greet him

what you were not expecting was him to start crying and saying how much he wasn’t good enough to be in your presence

how can such a scary looking man with the title “Cannibal” fall to his knees over someone like you?

you were flattered by his kind (?) response and had to console him

he asked you to sign your wanted poster he kept

after the defeat of Doflamingo, you hung around Bartolomeo more, falling more and more for him and his wild personality

he had finally accepted that you were actually his friend and took his fanboying down a notch (he still has his moments though)

you had asked him out since you know damn well he wouldnt have the balls to ask you

when you did he just about died on the spot

but y’all had the best time on your date

Sanji and Nami had helped you dress nicely for the event

at the end of the night Barto and you were just star gazing as you told him all about each constellation

Barto knew he had to something he just didnt know how

“you see those six stars up there forming a ‘W’? they call that one the King of Pirates in honor of Gol Roger himself! isnt that cool?” you had explained while pointing to the sky

after you didnt get a response from him you looked over to see if he was alright only to be met with his face close to yours

“Barto? are you alright?” you whispered to him

He just stared into your eyes before kissing your cheek, leaving you flustered and your wings spread out in suprise

“was that okay? should i not have done it?” Bartolomeo started to panic and think of every possible negative outcome before you kissed his lips gently

“more than alright”

he Smiled and started giggling all giddy

“I GOT KISSED BY MY FAVORITE STRAWHAT!!” he yelled out into the sky

you only laughed and kissed him again

[alexiswritingsblog]

Poet to poet

Poet to Poet, 

My you are a poor poet.

Your eyes are hidden 

By the thickest forest 

Your smile is no longer smitten

By the pleasures of life’s simplicities

As it should be, 

As it used to be.

You have a lot on your fragile plate 

Nobody needs to reckon,

For you know it in your will,

The salt that is forced upon your tongue

Recall the chanted words 

‘All for one 

except for the young”

And try not to lie awake at night.

Poor, poor poet, 

You no longer visit the well 

Where your inspiration is bestowed.

Your color looked bright until you questioned why you cling so.

You can mutter you’d rather be a dart clattered to the floor 

To avoid being by the door 

When it opens to something wonderful 

As the source of a joke,

But you cannot fool the meaning behind your deepest poems 

That surround you day by day 

Folded neatly in every drawer of your room.

You can say all you want 

How your admiration burns parallel to the sun 

You can easily imply 

How your infatuation has guided you 

To show love for more things than one

You can try to back up 

That you belong by his side all day long 

But a poets world is his own 

You just happen to carry a small stone of it to share

When he holds you in his arms 

No one person shows love the same way 

Though you forget this and borderline mistake that,

Poets need be able to recall detail 

That you struggle to muster accurately.

The masters must be able 

To speak imagery and metaphors 

Of the softest measure,

But your horse still lies in its stable 

And he still saves you 

From all the bad weather 

When you should be building a shelter 

Yourself 

For all that you stand for

If you keep believing he does not love you so

After such a demonstration.

poor, poor poet, 

Not in wealth 

But attention divided 

There is nothing wrong 

With anticipating life’s surprises 

But you need make it your own, 

Have your own experiences 

With a wide range of people.

You do not want obsession 

To continue to steep 

until it reeks like an apple in depression.

if you are not a successful poet, 

You fear he will never fall 

For everything else you became a writer for 

Even when he says again and again 

Theres just something more 

To you, 

And then

I haven’t met anyone else yet 

And you’re paralyzed,

Even a poet’s pen 

Would have been dying to write something good 

And all you can come up with is

why him, why me, and why you 

You curse the depths your poems break through 

Kick the wood in a fire 

Where the flames are turning blue.

You feel no pain,

All his lost words have left your wrists stained,

And your heart strained 

But you’re the one pulling the ropes 

And leveing the toasts 

To yourself 

And all your ghosts;

You can change the imposts 

That appear as boulders in your way 

All you have to do is say he 

Doesnt dictate how your day plays out 

Silence from him 

And you shouldnt be crouching 

On the floor 

Trying to figure out who’d done it 

You shouldn’t feel you have to hold your tongue 

For that salt to fade and dissolve away 

It is an unfortunate reality 

When poets fall in love 

With people rather than events that are moving 

I pray you find your way 

Even in the darkest alleys 

And hope you never stray

From being a good friend 

But poetry is a way of life 

And a poet you cannot stay 

If you keep getting snagged 

By things that dont really take place

that stew and ferment 

In your mind, 

the mind 

Of a hasbeen. 

Keep these words in mind

The next time you worry your friendship is anything but fine 

Treat the thing like a man would

In hindsight, 

Save your important breaths for the night poems

You like to write 

And say no more.

[macgyvertape]

BG3 Act 3 thoughts and liveblog part 6

I guess with how much I wrote about act 3 it was the act I engaged with the most

Found Mystic Carrion after breaking into a locked house while trying to get to roof to break into the fireworks shop to continue robbing it. Companions not having any reaction to Carrion when it seems atleast Astarion or Gale would is really noticeable. Like wow his undead servants are a big parallel to what Astarion went through. 

I looked up a guide to see if there were any more things about Mystic Carrion and so I did the artist quest and what a fucking pain that house was. Glad I brought Gale for fireball and remove curse. 

So I figure at best my character thinks killing Carrion would be a good dead, at middle she doesn’t want a powerful figure like that outside her and Astarion’s control in Baldur's Gate, at worse she can’t get access to his roof until he’s dead

Can’t forget my characters origins so I chose “I saved you, and need paying for it” for the Oskar quest. I did it so Astarion would be the one sitting for the painting and even though the game doesn’t say anything, it would be a cute way for my character to show him what he looks like

The girl in the graveyard wanted to pray to Myrkul and resurrect her brother, my character has happy to give her a resurrection scroll and then kill the zombies as an object lesson in misapprehensions about necromancy. Also my character is doing a lot with necromancy, how does Myrkul feel about that power being wielded by a Bhaalspawn?

Cool to get more of my character’s backstory with Gortash and the Heist from Helski. Also more sad Gortash backstory that the person he was sold to was Raphael. I wanted to look around for Mol’s contract since there's no way she got out of Moonrise towers so easily, my character is going to do her best to destroy Raphael as much as she can. 

I spent some time save scumming seeing if having my character take off her clothes and bottom for the female form of the incubus in front of Astarion, Gale, and Karlach would get me anything. It did not, but I’m not going to reload since I feel it's in character since my D!urge is a bit slutty and generally down for seducing her way out of problems. 

Anyway time to go setup a bunch of fireworks and explosives by the exit room in preparation. I turn by turn snuck my way invisibly then to the dungeon then to the portal, which was a pain in the ass.

Filling the sides of the rooms with explosives and fireworks worked great, especially setting them off as the opening move of the fight with Raphael. If I had planned it with more barrels and less carry restrictions I could have brought all 4 pillars down in 1 turn. Lmao how the game baits you with using Hope’s 1 per game damage ability but Raphael is setup so the backlash kills her instantly, so I reloaded. I took the constitution increase amulet from the vault and put it on Astarion so he’s perfect for putting near an enemy and tanking their damage then doing opportunity attacks when the enemy tries to move. Really Raphael himself went down easily and didn’t do whatever transformation since we just piled debuffs on him. 

My character of course just killed Hope’s sister in combat since she attacked while working for Raphael, and I didn’t think twice that she was savable and then didn’t want to redo the fight. Reading his diaries afterwards really does add to the sense of him as a big ego failure of a dude. My character told The Emperor of course I trust you…. I just want yunno insurance. I think its well done that if you tell the emperor that you wont use the hammer he responds saying that because you had it you weren’t worthy of his trust, but if you question about Orpheus being free the Emperor just talks about how that wouldn’t be a good idea and doesnt bring up trust or partnership at all. 

Poor Karlach, she mentions how Hope’s safe area won’t last and she’d rather die in a world she likes than live forever in the Hells and doesn’t want to ever go back. 

Killed some cultists in the park then the Elderbrain hijacked a person to come speak to the party saying we had a place in its “Grand Design”, if my character had any last lingering thoughts of taking control of the brain for herself, those plans are dead since its too dangerous

Before I went past the point of no return with rescuing the gnome prisoners, I played out what if you did the Gortash alliance, and there's really a lot of fun dialogue options if you reject Bhaal vs other ones where you pretend like you didn’t. Also really fun he does an intimidation test to see if you’ll hand over the netherstones , and that the investigation option says he has “a hint of a smile” while he does it If you give them to him he attacks, like what kind of power play games did D!urge/Gortash have pre-amnesia? 

Hilarious how my D!urge character had the most trainwreck taste in partners between Enver Gortash and Ascendant Astarion. Also wow Karlach really is the morality pet trope for my D!urge, she could have been so much worse without the influence of Karlach and wanting to make her happy.

Shame that rescuing the prisoners from the Iron Throne is incompatible with allowing Karlach to talk to Gortash face to face a second time in Wyrm rock’s fortress. Even after you agree to do an alliance with him you can go back with Karlach before you go to the Iron Throne and she has a lot of dialogue with Gortash and then will attack at the end of the conversation. However, killing Gortash there unfortunately kills all the prisoners in the Iron Throne. So I had fun seeing what that conversation was and then reloaded. 

I thought that telling Gortash you have Orin’s netherstone would be incompatible with rescuing the Iron Throne prisoners, since I looked up if killing him would fail any other quests. Instead of Gortash messaging my character, the prison is already set to self destruct when you arrive. I wasn’t able to get all the loot but I did rescue all the prisoners, though even without Wyll in my party Mizora still showed up to kill Duke Ravengard. The healing teleporting team of Astarion, Halsin, and Gale was really great.

It seems going to the Iron Throne will turn the NPCs of Wyrm’s rock hostile and takes away that fast travel point. I’m not sure if you fight through them all if Gortash would be waiting at the top since that would be a pain in the ass. The quest journal says Gortash will meet me by the morphic pools, so I’m going to destroy the Steel Watcher factory then see if that works out without me having to fight my way through Wyrm’s rock

Frustrating that Wyll and Duke Ravengard were bugged so it keeps saying to talk to them at camp but the Duke isn’t there and nothing happens. Seems to be bug other people have but reloading back to the submarine and not leaving until the Duke leaves seems to have fixed it. 

My character pushed father and son to make up but left it up to Wyll what he wants to do with his future, and shes thrilled he is going to kill Mizora.

I quickly gave up on saving all the gondian gnomes from combat damage, its just too much of a pain in the ass trying to get good dice rolls. Sad that the option of pushing Barcus to be leader and kick Wulbren out results in Barcus becoming hostile if you attack Wulbren out of dialogue in response to the threats he makes. There is no way my character was letting Wulbren walk away alive even before the threats. So I just chose the dialogue options that would let me attack Wulbren consequence free.

BG3 Act 3 thoughts and liveblog part 1

I couldn't stop comparing DOS2 act 3 and BG3 act 3, since act 3 is a bit underbaked in both games compared to the other acts, but wow BG3 just has so much more polish and content.

The prologue reveals my character is a Bhaalspawn, I feel like it's just so widely known at this point

Defining character moment for Astarion “the problem with what Cazador has done is he did it to me”. Since Asatarion really wants this she’d help him sacrifice his “siblings” what matters to her is that Astarion is safe, but she’s worried about the unknown details but is still planning as if its possible. The dialogue options of “a killer isn’t worthy of respect” is fucking laughable my character would never say that lmao. 

When the narrator was saying you have a bunch of options what will you do, for my character it felt best to say “when the moment comes I’ll do what feels right”, since she's more of an opportunist

Ooof that fight with the gith was rough even on easy mode.

My character wanted The Emperor to prove he was the protector, but then tried to read his thoughts anyway. She’s also very grateful Lae’zeal wasn’t around when this happened considering Orpheus is real and a renegade mindflayer has him prisoner

Learning that the protection against the Absolute comes from Orpheus being trapped really puts a damper on my character’s plans to not get rid of the tadpole and associated powers. It's too dangerous to count on Orphues being imprisoned. Also the Emperor was a successful power player in Baldur’s Gate, so she’s more wary of his plans and agenda than the fact he is a mindflayer. 

My character did turn down the Emperor’s offer to evolve her, sorry she just is too attached to how her body looks. She also thinks this is a line in the sand she’s not going to persuade her companions on, unlike the tadpole powers. (personally it's the fact that it messes up your teeth, huge personal squick). I guess had my character take on so many parasite powers it gave me a fucking 21 score roll to not evolve. 

EDIT: the next day I got spoiled on the Emperor’s seduction scene and it’s friendly manners being all a front; real fucking surprise pikachu face moment for me. That my character who manipulates, lies, and seduces people might encounter someone who emotionally manipulates, lies and will seduce people. I didn’t fully trust it and thought it might have its own agenda, but still I was a little too trusting that there might have been some genuine emotion. Like DAMMIT I was rewatching Felix rvb scenes before I started the game and he has a line “Funny how an act of sacrifice like that [getting hurt] buys you so much trust”. Which is exactly what the Emperor did, where it knelt down and made a big show of how it trusts me not to hurt it and when it calls on us for that dramatic rescue that while genuine was an excellent opportunity for it to be revealed. Apparently the 21 roll is because I used so many tadpoles which the game treats as buying into The Emperor’s promises. Its repeated lines of “just like you” and “i’m on your side” to establish common ground and then presenting itself as a criminal with “a heart of gold” in its backstory. I/my character was skeptical on some details considering it also presented itself as a major power player, but bought into it’s use of “allies” when what he meant was “pawns”.  

Gale had the comment “you’ve not taken this power for yourself… why offer it to me” and I wish I could respond like what Astarion said, that don’t want to sacrifice my body. Astarion had a whole lot to say on the subject but Karlach only had 1 line about being surprised I hadn’t taken the power/transformation. Funny to see how other companions had lines about how they hadn’t done any tadpole powers and they weren’t about to start now. 

My character’s made an enemy out of the undead lich Gith queen, whom only Orpheus can oppose, and there’s an entire Gith resistance working to free him as well. So that really kills any plan of using the Absolute for herself because she’d be better off with Orphues fighting the Gith queen

Really Astarion and my character have come so far from act 1 where he was warning me about how easily Cazador could kill me to now where he’s saying if Cazador comes for him he’ll strike back and he’ll have my character along with him 

The one group my character has been consistently nice to with no promise of reward is kids, so at this point she’s just resigned to them showing up at camp as long as there’s someone like Withers, Halsin, or Wyll to keep them from getting hurt. 

My character is helping the strange ox yet again. It won’t reveal what it is but she’s really curious, and it hasn’t seemed to kill people, so she’ll help it because it might be a useful ally in the future

I love Biscotti what a GOOD DOG (love the animal writing in this and DOS2)

I think its funny that for a while I was thinking that Astarion wasn’t that pale, but in the bright light of Baldur’s Gate he really is. I think it's due to my monitor that has super high contrast

Surprised Halsin has the most dialogue in the refugee area mostly about how he’s rapidly becoming disillusioned with the city, and I tried a earlier save without him and the other companions like Astarion or Karlach don’t speak up if he’s not there.

Community meme about Gortash: I can excuse him being the chosen of an evil god and using his power to found a murderous evil cult but I draw the line at him and his PMC making surveliance cop robots. Bane is just the god of cops and Gortash works for Boston Dynamics

I like to think a bunch of the companions have been a positive force on my character so she’s helping the refugees in her own manner (lots of intimidation), and wants to see the Tiefling refugees make it after all the struggles. That there were explosives in toys justifies her being nosy and helping

Karlach really wants to go to the circus, unfortunately my character is a vicious murderer lmao. Thankfully she’s great at [persuading] and charming. Astarion, Halsin, and Karlach seem to be the best “go to the circus” group

Incredibly cool to hear my bard character perform along with the other bard in the circus

The dinosaur and the magic cat in the circus are being mistreated, Halsin is right to be mad about it. I used Astarion to pickpocket the key, then mage hand to open both cage doors

My character doesn’t like clowns and after she felt that murderous urge there’s no way she’s getting on stage. I watched the different versions of sending Halsin or Karlach up on stage but sending Astarion up on stage really is the best version. Role playing it as after he made that comment about clowns being a horror and with how both Karlach and Halsin approve of picking Astarion while he doesn’t approve if you pick someone else; its some light hearted group teasing of a guy who usually has a joke at others expense “You love the spotlight, don’t you… here’s your big chance”. Yeah he says he’s going to kill me but he’s not seriously upset.

Astarion and my character both enjoy killing clowns, see we’re great together

My bard character was pissed about the Djinn scamming with the spin the wheel game so of course she went back to rig things to get the jackpot. 

Ok so my character gets her meteorites back, that she’s a Bhaalspawn, she’s not surrendering to the D!urge or worried about atoning, but that she’s being encouraged to slaughter her line and that its the woman who hurt her before is a opportunity for power and revenge coinciding nicely

For now the only person my character is telling is Astarion, this is a big thing to confess and she wants to play this close to the vest for as long as possible. While she did have earnest suspicions since the oubliette, she’s more afraid about standing up to a god and the loss of control. I personally like how Astarion comforts you after that dialogue a lot more, especially the way he says you must try to beat Bhaal and not become a slave.

[1-800-c0sm1c]

꒰you get me so high !꒱

your old best friend (whom you very much still have feelings for)  is the last person you were hoping to see when you get into trouble in avidya forest.

character x scholar!gn!reader

includes tighnari !

warnings : none.

word count : 3914

a/n : sorry for being inactive ! i just got back from an mcr concert recently so i wrote the last half of this exhausted, i hope its coherent still ! i am so very normal about this fox boy (lying).

youre not sure whether youre just abnormally clumsy, or dangerously stupid, but tighnaris best guess is a little bit of both. 

you should know better than to walk around the rainforest by yourself, its common knowledge, but you were far too stubborn to listen to anyone elses warnings before you set out on your travels this morning. the most embarrassing part was that you didnt even find the items you needed for your latest research project for the akademiya before you wound up in trouble. 

you had made the rookie mistake of wandering away from the designated path throughout the deep forest, and before you knew it you had tripped and found yourself caught in some vines. no big deal, at least at first. attempting to free yourself, you found the hold around your body had become tighter instead of loosening up, and at that moment, you had realized youd fucked up.

the thorns had begun pricking into the skin of your arms and legs, and you cursed yourself for wearing a short sleeved shirt and shorts. you finally managed to swallow your pride and call for help, praying that you wouldnt draw attention to any hungry animals in the nearby area.

not too far away, a familiar pair of ears perked up at the sound of your distressed voice, making a quick pace over to where you were, quite literally, screaming from. although tighnari knew it was you the second he heard you, he still couldnt help but feel slightly shocked at seeing you in person again. he cant recall how long its been since you were studying side by side at the akademiya.

"alright y/n you can relax. struggling will only make the vines tighter, as youve clearly already figured out, and your screaming really hurts my ears." your eyes widen at the figure standing in front of you. out of everyone who could have stumbled upon you in the forest, tighnari was the last person you were hoping to see.

"oh.. hi tighnari. uhm, fancy meeting you here, huh?" you awkwardly laugh, hoping he doesnt ask you for an explanation before helping you out of your predicament. he raises an eyebrow at you. "any particular reason youre so far off from the designated trail? i thought something so obvious could get through your thick skull, but i guess i was wrong." you cant help but scoff at his comment, he hadnt changed a bit.

"you can lecture me all you want, but can you at least help me out of here first?" he sighs before examining the root of the vines, presumably figuring out how to free you while damaging the least amount of the forest possible. he looks at you for a moment, silently asking if its alright for him to touch you, and when you nod your head you feel his gloved hand firmly wrap around your upper arm. "your muscles are too tense, relax them." he states. you try to let go off all the tension in your body, but when you do you only feel the thorns dig deeper into your skin. you can begin to feel blood drip down your limbs.

tighnari gently unwraps the vines from around your arms, being careful to not rip the thorns from out of your skin. he places them on the ground next to you, before kneeling in front to unwrap the ones around your legs as well. youre not sure why, but something about the position change makes this whole situation just that more flustering, and you try your best to hide your red face from him. of course he notices it, but he simply assumes its just from embarrassment and continues his work.

after all the vines have been unwrapped from your body, tighnari grabs your hand and leads you back towards the path. he mentioned something along the lines of "not trusting you to walk behind him without getting into more trouble" under his breath as you walked back to the ranger station.

you cant stand the awkward air between you two, and casually ask "what were you doing all the way out here, anyway?" without even looking back at you tighnari quickly responds with "its my job as a forest ranger to patrol these areas, is it not?" ah right, you probably could have guessed that. you mentally beat yourself up for that one. but although tighnari seemed uninterested, hell never grow tired of your seemingly stupid questions, despite yourself being a scholar, he finds it amusing. a cute smile is secretly on his face the rest of the journey.

upon arriving, tighnari leads you to his workshop, and instructs you to sit on the lone bed while he fetches the remedies for your wounds. you glance around the room, there isnt much personality in the decor but you suppose theres only so much you can do while in the middle of avidya forest.

not long after tighnari has returned with supplies in hand, and silently begins work on patching you up. you feel small under his stern gaze, and eventually opt to staring at the floor like its the most interesting thing in the room. both of you can sense the tension, but whether its not commented on because of fear or stubbornness is a question that may never be answered, no matter how many knowledge capsules one may use.

you hiss when tighnari applies ointment to some of the deeper cuts, and he fights back the urge to apologize. of course its going to hurt, its stupid to even try to comment on it, he thinks. but he still finds himself muttering a soft "sorry" under his breath as his cheeks grow slightly red. he tries his best to ignore it, the awkwardness is all in his head anyways, after all.

"how humiliating to be made of flesh, am i right?" you notice tighnaris ears slightly twitch at your statement. "what do you mean?" he refuses to meet your gaze, for fear his face will end up warmer. you hesitate before answering, "well, for starters, you finding me like that in the forest was not how i expected us to meet again" you both feel your body slightly tense up again, talking about how you felt was never really a common occurrence between you two even when you were close. feelings only get in the way, its the research that matters at the end of the day. a bit of a stupid rhyme but you and tighnari were even more foolish to believe it.

tighnari debates on if what you said is even worth commenting on. nobody necessarily wants to be found like that, but hes not sure how he feels about it being you of all people that he stumbled upon. he refuses to ponder about it any longer and instead, he silently nods his head, before entirely ignoring what you said and letting out a forced laugh. "you know, that other line you said is probably the smartest thing ive heard from you." you pout slightly at his words.

hes not the easiest person to talk to when its not about botany, you know this, but you cant help but feel that maybe your time apart had finally changed that aspect of tighnari, especially since its what you hated the most about him. 

he was so incredibly observant, his ears definitely helping with that, but yet he had an awful time reading the room, specifically when it came to you. or, more accurately, he chose to ignore any lingering thoughts, for reasons youre unsure youd be able to understand.

tighnari, on the other hand, disliked your stubbornness. he wishes you would at least listen to all his warnings about the forest, since its what he knows most about, but yet you would (and still do, apparently) wave off his words, invalidating not only his knowledge, but him. hes not sure how you havent gotten yourself killed yet, but deep down hes glad youre managing to stay alive somehow, even if its off of spite alone. 

that, and of course he wishes you would just ignore the tense atmosphere like he does, so you can both save your breath. many were surprised you had managed to find a friend in tighnari, as not many were able to say the same. they claim that opposites attract, and that couldnt be more and less true at the same time.

back then you both knew that something had grown between you, and yet you both refused to let it blossom for reasons the other cant comprehend. tighnari pretended the feeling wasnt there, inevitably drowing himself in research instead, and you werent going to be the person to say something first, so instead of something more, you had both ended up silently resenting each other. the longer this continued the more strain was put on your rocky relationship. when tighnari had announced he was leaving the akademiya, you had hit a stalemate. 

you assumed that the first night he was gone youd sleep better than you had in the entire time youd known him, but unfortunately you had found yourself unable to sleep. tighnari was usually there to the rescue when your insomnia was at its worst. but he was long gone now, and that was when you regretted holding in your thoughts before he left.

you swore the next time youd see him, youd either have finally moved past your emotions, or have the guts to tell him the truth. now that you had finally meet again, you wanted to scream at yourself for accomplishing neither.

shortly after, tighnari finished dressing your wounds, and mumbled a "finished" under his breath. he takes a seat on the bed next to you, silently stretching his back and neck. before you even notice what youre doing your hand finds itself stroking the base of one of tighnaris ears. your brain is on autopilot at this point, and you wish you could blame your actions on the medicine. 

tighnari was hyper aware the second you touched him, and he almost pushed you off the bed and yelled at you with how sudden your actions were. almost. he noticed the glazed look in your eyes, and he feels a little guilty for not connecting the dots earlier. youre exhausted, the stress from today seeming to be almost too much for you. so tighnari decides hell let you continue, since its so very obvious that you need it and he absolutely doesnt.

by the time you realize what youre doing tighnari is a flustered mess, a deep blush all across his face and neck. you can see his tail swishing behind him and him holding back any noises he might accidentally make like his life depended on it. you immediately retract your hand and he puts a hand over his mouth to muffle the whine that leaves him after you pull away. hes not sure if hes ever been this embarrassed in his life. 

"s-sorry. force of habit, i guess." you apologize, and tighnari refuses to meet your gaze. "its…. fine. you already know i dont mind if its you." he almost dies on the spot after his own words process in his head. hes immediately sputtering out "because we were close friends and all! and… i dont mind if its…ugh…" he facepalms, this is exactly what he was trying to avoid. you know he didnt mean to, but those words made you feel a pain in your heart nonetheless. were close friends, but not anymore. you knew it was true, but it felt taboo to even mention it.

what were his feelings toward you the entire time tighnari had been helping you? sure, you hadnt ended on good terms but he certainly wouldnt have come to your aid if he hated you, would he? he was all the more hard to read when hed trip over his words like this, tall ears falling flat.

desperate to change the subject, he glanced outside to see the setting sun, and swallowed his pride to ask you to stay for the night. "its late, you know. i think its best you stay here until morning if youre comfortable with that." you were now sure that the plant from earlier had killed you, there was no way he was seriously asking that, was he? you squeak out an "okay", surely the akademiya will understand why your research was a day late.

"i will… leave you to rest now. goodnight." tighnari stands up awkwardly, before beginning to walk out of his workshop. you quickly grab his hand to stop him and he looks back, confused. "why are you in such a rush? we havent caught up in ages, you know. surely im not boring you that much, am i?" he stares at you for a moment, before silently sitting back down next to you on the bed.

he sighs. "you should also know then, that im not the most interesting person to talk to." "oh im more than aware." you snicker when he glares at you. "so what is it then?" tighnaris not dumb, hes known you had something on your mind since the moment you met eyes in the forest. but now that youve been the one to further push the conversation, he doesnt feel as scared about continuing it.

he cant help but roll his eyes when you respond with "oh, i have no idea." he refuses to let you back down. "dont give me that. if you have something to say, you should just say it now and get it over with." you laugh sarcastically at his comment. "thats rich coming from you… but yeah, i suppose youre right. nothing good is going to come from keeping it in." 

you take a deep breath in, and look towards him. "i just want to apologize." okay, now hes confused. "youre sorry? sorry about what?" "im sorry for the way i acted when you left. for just… completely brushing off our entire friendship simply because…. forget it, it doesnt matter." 

out of everything you could have said, an apology was not on tighnaris bingo card. it was scarily uncharacteristic of you to apologize, especially to him. plus, this had happened who knows how long ago, so did it really even still matter? "i dont understand why youre bringing this up now. if youve felt guilty this entire time… than perhaps it is me who should be sorry."

you shake your head. "no, its because of my own dumb ego that i couldnt be honest with you. truthfully, even just admitting to that makes me feel a little sick, but i dont want it to plague my mind anymore, and hopefully it hasnt been bothering you." tighnari almost cant believe what hes hearing. your attitude has changed drastically since when you had first arrived, and your words are giving him whiplash. 

he ponders for a momemt before responding. "well, to be quite honest, i cant say ive thought about it much in recent years." ouch. "but i know its far out of your comfort zone to admit youre wrong, so… even though i dont find it to be a big issue, i accept your apology." silence fills the air, and none of the tension from earlier has dissipated. its thick enough to be cut with the dullest of knives. you feel defeated.

"was there… anything else you wanted to tell me?" yes, but the words die in your throat. tighnari decides to take a leap of faith. "well, im sure youve noticed it too, but… i can sense some… lingering feelings." you sigh. "of course ive noticed. but youre insane if you thought i was going to bring that up." he plans his next words carefully. "is that because it had something to do with… the reason why we ended on bad terms?" he sees your body tense up again, and nows the first time hes realized how intense your heartbeat is.

you turn away from him before answering. "what are you implying?"  "oh, i dont know.. maybe resentment? or perhaps… infatuation?... no, actually. id assume a little bit of both." you whip your head back towards him. "...what makes you say that?" he casually shrugs, despite the blush on his face becoming increasingly noticeable again. "lucky guess? obviously i was just assuming the feeling was mutual. you dont think were that different, do you?" he retorts. you sigh. "no, i suppose not." finally, some progress. the path up to this point was rocky, but this was something you both could work with.

“well, your assumption was… correct.” you mumble under your breath, almost completely forgetting about the fox ears decorating tighnaris head. “hmm… are you sure? you didnt sound too sure of yourself there. perhaps this hypothesis needs further testing before we can draw a conclusion, what do you say?” you roll your eyes at him. “how very amusing it is to use my work against me, it makes me want to puke.” there was an unfamiliar glint in tighnaris eyes. youre not completely sure when it first appeared, and perhaps that was a mistake on your part for giving him the upperhand in the single handedly most important conversation you two have ever had.  however you both had already come so far, so you decided to let him keep up his act. after all, you know hes never been much of a charmer, so why not see how far hell take it? 

“oh? youre feeling sick now? are you sure this isnt just a ploy for me to stay longer? youre  at least clever enough to know you dont have to lie to me to get me to pay attention to you.” however, who said tighnari was going to have all the fun? “now we both know thats not true. after all youre the one who agreed to stay to begin with, so why would i pull a stunt to further it? you clearly have no intention of leaving now.”

the atmosphere was slowly starting to become more bearable, even if only by a little bit. youre 99% sure that its the homemade medications alone that are fueling the fire in you right now, that and the cute fox boy in front of you and… hold up what are you even saying? this however, is completely unlike tighnari, to be so forward, and you can only assume its because hes finally let his guard down enough for the first time since he stumbled across you this morning. its dangerous, the way youre making him feel right now. it all feels too sudden and not quick enough at the same time. was he growing impatient? or falling farther and farther behind?

he was a fool to ever be honest with you, is what he would have said only hours ago. but now, for the first time in forever, tighnari doesnt know what to think. hes saying and acting in a way he never would, especially in front of a friend- if he was even still allowed to call you that. but the best part about no longer being friends is there is no worry of ruining the relationship if it didnt exist to begin with. that was how he justified himself, nothing to lose and everything to gain, it was all going almost too perfect. his body was on fire, and if he werent inside he would have assumed he was (somehow) overheating.

“you are right about one thing.” tighnari starts, hes staring directly at you, his intense gaze leaving you feeling unfairly flustered. “that im not going anywhere this time.” you raise an eyebrow. “this time? are you suggesting that… you dont want to go back to being strangers?” he almost wants to laugh at your question, but one look at the scared look on your face and he drops any hints of a smirk immediately. “oh come on y/n, does this erase your doubts?” before you even realize whats happening, tighnaris hand is gently holding your face, caressing your cheek. he glances at your lips, then back towards your eyes. before he gets the chance to ask first, you quickly stutter out, “c-could you kiss me?”  tighnari leans in closer, until your lips are directly on his. as soon as its begun, its over, and he is yet again staring drunkenly into your eyes that you notice have been glossed over for the majority of the time hes been sitting closely next to you.

“are you positive youre really tighnari and im not just asleep right now? because this is exactly how i had pictured this going in a dream, not just your casual weekday… or weeknight, i guess i should say.” he shakes his head with a sly smile on his face. “if it were a dream i bet wed both be way less nervous.” “good point. but do you have to keep staring at me like that?” you hide your flustered face in your hands. “like what?” tighnari asks, back to his completely unaware self. “like… like youre in love or something!” he lets out a laugh that was unreasonably cute. “confidence. dare i say its even more valuable to me right now than a knowledge capsule is to… well you. it just took something to finally ignite it i suppose.” “well im glad thats all it was, for a second there i was thinking you were secretly taking shots while i wasnt looking.” you laugh. “that could have worked too, ill have collei remind me to pick up some alcohol the next time i head into sumeru city.” “make sure you stop by the akademiya to share a glass with me if you do!”  “oooh, drinking on the jobs not a very good look for a scholar now, dont you think?” you playfully slap his shoulder. “thats not what i meant! just come by during a break!” 

the silence that fell over you two was different this time, it was comfortable. you found yourself resting your head on tighnaris shoulder. hes the first to break the silence. “so i guess this means we can start talking again?” “more than just that. dont you think we owe it to ourselves at this point? think about it, this whole time we were both living with this regret and just… chose not to acknowledge it! im no doctor, but i dont think thats good for our health.” he chuckles. “well i cant argue with that. although i will mention i didnt hear an actual confession of undying love from you yet.” “oh, is that what you were expecting? good luck with that. lets just be glad we got this far.” he pouts at your words. “you mean i went through all of this and i cant even get an “i like you, tighnari”?” 

you sigh extra dramatically, and lift your head off his shoulder. holding his face in between both your hands, staring at him the same way he did to you earlier. “i like you, tighnari. a lot, way more than younger me would ever admit to. and im thankful for whatever force of nature that brought us together again.” you place a gentle kiss to his nose, and he stops you from pulling away to kiss you properly.

tighnaris been unsure about many things today, but one thing for certain is you get him higher than any psychedelic mushroom he could stumble upon in avidya forest.

inspired by you get me so high by the neighbourhood , give it a listen if you havent before !

[methoxyethane]

 Okay but maybe some uhhh Keith being devastatingly horny during training. Like he’s not even actively sparring with Lance he’s got his own shit going on but he can’t help watching his bf out of the corner of his eye whenever he gets the chance. 

And Lance just looks so fine, darting around the room on long legs to line up the perfect shots and taking down enemies like fish in a barrel, and when one gets too close and he has to whip out that broadsword??? Keith is LOST. 

Practically drooling, and he can only pray the other paladins dont notice hes gotten hard under his stupid skintight armor. 

Once training is over he doesnt even shower, just runs straight to their room to peel off his armor and start jerking off, fisting his cock in their shared bed and whining little horny noises he hopes no one can hear.

He’s sucking on his fingers now, wishing it was Lance’s cock in his mouth instead, and he’s just about to use his spit slicked fingers to start playing with his hole when Lance comes in. Freshly showered and grinning smugly at the sight of Keith about to finger himself, the door barely closes behind him before he’s pulling out his cock.

Keith practically dives for it, sucking it into his mouth and deep into his throat until he gags on it, and even then not stopping. Just choking himself on Lance’s massive cock, getting it as far down his throat as he can and then diving back in to do it again, and Lance just stands there as Keith fucks his own mouth with his cock.

Even when he comes down Keith’s throat he’s not finished. Hauls Keith to his feet by the grip on his hair and tosses him to the bed, bent over the side to present his waiting ass to Lance like a bitch in heat.

He’s slides one finger into Keith at first, about to grapple around for the lube when he realizes he doesnt even need it. Keith is still wet from the load Lance had shot into him when they’d fucked this morning before breakfast, still carrying Lance’s come warm in his body and Lance can only let out a quick feral curse before he slips is finger out to replace it with his cock.

And Keith just loses it, moaning loud enough to wake the whole castle and shoving his hips back to swallow the rest of Lance’s cock, splitting him open and carving out room for itself inside of Keith’s willing body. 

With how needy and wound up Keith is Lance wastes no time at all in fucking him, pounding his tight wet hole so hard it shakes the mattress Keith is clawing into. He ruts into Keith like a beast, hips slapping loudly against the swell of Keith’s plump ass, jiggling the soft flesh on every hard thrust as his cock fills Keith up just the way he’d been aching for.

Lance’s cock is so big and the preparation so minimal that Keith can feel every inch of his dick, practically gagging on it the way it plunges into him so deep he could choke on it. He comes hard, untouched and without Lance even bothering to aim for his prostate, and Lance fucks him straight through it and then some.

Keith has lost count of the number of orgasms he’s had by the time Lance is finished this round, shooting another round of hot sticky come straight into Keith’s body to join this morning’s load. Only when he pulls out does Keith collapse onto the floor, a sticky, sated mess of seat and jizz, leaking white out of his used and throbbing ass.

A few minutes of catching his breath, and he’s looking up at Lance through thick eyelashes. “Another?”

[bookishdream]

can you do a one shot where kaz keeps saying he doesnt like nor does he care for the reader; she overhears him, and goes out into ketterdam but ends up getting seriously injured; also if it too much to ask, can i also add that he does end up giving her a hug but he hesitates at first —this corresponds with the fluff (angst and fluff at the end please ?)

thank you for a request! i hope you're okay with my slight change, enjoy xx

TW: blood, death, disgusting men.

kaz brekker x fem!reader

You were standing, leaning harder against the door of Kaz’s office. You wanted to talk to him about your next job, since you had to buy some bullets and a new knife for Nina and yourself. But what you overheard made your heart shatter into little pieces.

“I don’t care what happens to y/n, she’s another member of the Dregs. I can easily replace her if something happened to her,” bastard’s words were like daggers, cutting your skin and making their way into your heart. You were so stupid falling for him. “Now, Wylan, go and build a bomb or should I replace you as well?”

You heard Wylan’s huff and his steps. When he got out of Kaz’s room and noticed you, his eyes got wide. You sent him a crooked smile and made your way into Brekker’s room.

“I need a list of what you want for the job.” You said, voice steady even though you wanted to fall apart.

“On my desk.”

He wasn’t looking at you, busy with counting his money, you rolled your eyes and took a piece of paper from a wooden desk. You made your way out, not saying another word. Your heart clenched, you wanted to punch yourself for feeling even the slightest emotion for him. You should’ve known better than that, you should’ve known he wouldn’t feel nor show you any kind of emotion except hatred or disgust.

You got out of the club onto Ketterdam’s streets. You loved the city, even though it was dark and dangerous, you felt this was your home. You came here from northern Ravka, before your parents made you to join the First Army. You ran away from them and from the responsibility to protect your country, but you hadn’t felt bad about that, those two years ago and certainly you didn’t feel bad then.

You walked to the best shop with knives you’d known. You bought your first dagger there and you were sure about the quality of blades that were sold in the shop. The old Fabrikator was working there and when he learnt you were from Ravka, he started treating you as his daughter, selling you everything you need with lower prices.

“Hi, Milosh how are you feeling today?” you asked, entering the small shop, the older man smiled seeing you.

“Hello darling, I’m doing great,” he replied, eyeing you and noticing your dark circles underneath your eyes. “You haven’t been sleeping well, have you?”

You only nodded, didn’t answer his question further. You gave him the list and when he was looking for the items, you looked out of the window. You noticed three Black Tips but you didn’t pay them more attention. You looked away and focused on Milosh. He had fair hair, probably after his father who were Fjerdan. Few months ago, when he’d found you wandering around Ketterdam, he’d asked for you to come with him to this shop. He’d given you hot cocoa and had told you some stories and myths from both Ravka and Fjerda. He’d told you about his father who once had come with a wolf and the wolf had stayed, about his mother who had been the warmest woman alive, especially when she’d made him a warm bread slice with butter and then read him stories. He was your spirit connection to your mother country, so you knew every legend, every myth and even the story about the Fold.

You heard a door bell ring and you looked behind you only to see those three guys from Geels’ gang. Your spine straightened, your palm subtly went to your belt in order to take out the knife if needed. You looked at them, but they were already looking at you with smirks on their face. You cursed under your breath, knowing it’d be troubles and you didn’t know how it’d come out.

“Who we have here boys? Brekker’s girl.” One of them said, making his way towards you, eyeing you up and down.

“I’m wondering if he got some, she’s even pretty.” The other one came behind you, grabbing you roughly by your arm. You tried to free yourself, but his second hand quickly found its way to yours, cutting your only way to defend yourself.

“I have what you needed, darling,” Milosh came out from the small room, closing the door behind him, when he noticed your position he closed his mouth, forming a thin line. “I think you should leave her.” He said to the guy who was holding you. You clenched your teeth, praying for Milosh to back out. You knew Black Tips, they weren’t the smartest, but they were first to kill and you wanted your friend safe.

“Milosh, get away from here.” You ordered, trying to shake off the hands holding you, the Black Tip only hardened his hold and pressing you to his body.

“And leave you? They should leave, not me.”

“Listen, grandpa, the girl’s right. You leave and we’re going to have some quality time with her,” disgust twisted your face, you wanted to kick him, but you knew they would outnumber you.

Milosh only looked at him and from behind him, the knives started to levitating, he used his powers to push them forward, targeting an opponent’s chest. One of the knives hit him in his neck, killing him. The guy behind you let you go and you quickly turned around, placing your dagger in his crotch. He screamed making you cringe.

“This is why you shouldn’t touch a girl without her permission.”

You looked at the third Black Tip, but he took out a gun, targeting Milosh. You threw a dagger at the same time he pulled the trigger. Knife stuck at his neck, making the pistol fall out of his hands. You looked at Milosh to check on him, but you saw a pool of blood and the man laying on his side.

“No,” you whispered, stumbling against your own legs. You fall on your knees, seeing the shot wound was on his chest, that still was slowly rising. “Milosh, please, stay with me.”

“Y/n, my dear, Saints are going to keep me safe,” he said, making your eyes water. “But you have to let me go.”

You shook your head, placing your hand on his chest, trying to stop the blood from leaking. You felt the hot tears streaming down your face. He was like your father, he couldn’t leave you. “Please.”

But his eyelids closed, making your heart break into pieces. You hugged Milosh, messing your shirt with his blood, but you didn’t care. After what felt like hours, you stood up and went for items you had come here. You felt guilty, you should’ve gone to a different store, you put Milosh in danger.

You walked out of his shop, closing the door gently. The Stadwacht would be there the next day, perhaps someone would four dead bodies, laying on the floor. Your hold on the bag with bullets and a dagger, grew tighter. You tried to calm yourself, but tears still were threatening to pour out of your red eyes. You didn’t want to show how miserable you were, you tried to wipe them off, but you didn’t notice the blood on your sleeve. Now, with blood both on your shirt and face, you looked like a psycho.

You entered the Club with the back door and you go to Kaz’s room, hoping he’d be there. You knocked and instantly after, you let yourself in. He was sitting in his chair, but when you came in, he looked up, his eyes widened at the blood which was everywhere.

“What happened to you?” he asked, getting up and making a step towards you. But like he thought better of it, he stopped, placing one of his hands on his desk. “Are you injured?”

You wanted to say something, but when you opened your mouth, only a sob came out. Kaz seeing how you barely could stand on your legs, took your arm and gently led you to the chair next to his desk.

“Y/n, I need to know if you’re wounded.” He said, looking at you, his eyes soft.

“It’s not my blood,” you whispered, making him let out the breath. He felt better knowing you were not bleeding. “It’s my fault he’s dead.”

Kaz’s head snapped, he tried to understand who you were talking about, but you only looked dead into his eyes. “I killed him, Kaz.”

You were never a person who cried after killing someone from another gang, he knew it had been hard for you since the beginning, but he had never seen you crying. He felt his heart clenched at that sight. “What happened?”

You started playing with your fingers, trying to avoid this conversation, but you knew he had to know. “Do you know who Milosh is?”

Kaz frowned, trying to put a face into the name, he nodded his head when he recalled the old man working in the store, where you bought your weapons. “He was like a father to me,” you wiped off the tears from your cheeks. “Even though I still have one, he acted more like my dad than my real one,” you laughed, but the sound was dry and humourless. You told him everything that happened. About the Black Tips, how Milosh wanted to keep you safe but he failed. How that one Black Tip was still lying unconscious on the shop’s floor. Kaz’s jaw clenched, he wanted to kill this man. You looked up at him and slowly got up. He made a step back, letting you.

You walked to the door, eyes dry and you placed your hand on the door knob.

“Wait.”

You turned around, facing Kaz who was slowly walking towards you. One minute he was beside the chair and the second one his arms were around your back, gently hugging you. You were shocked, but after a second, you hugged him back, tightening your arms around his waist. You heard him taking a breath, and you wanted to let go, but he only held you closer.

“Are you okay with that?”

“I’m great.”

[im-not-a-simp-i-swear]

I have an idea for a funny post: MC superglued a harmonica to the brother's mouth while their sleeping as a prank.

(This is not an original idea, I got this from Youtuber Ben Phillips. I hope this doesn't count as copyright! ☹️)

I dont think this would be considered copyright but if anything thanks for sharing the youtuber who came up with the idea :)

SUPERGLUEING HARMONICA TO THE BOIS

As the quality prankster you are, today you've decided to do a little something to your favorite demon bros for some funsies. You saw the idea on deviltube and thought it'd be fun to do it yourself.

💙LUCIFER

- good luck trying to even get near a sleeping lucifer. He is either awake or he will wake up when you enter his bedroom

- the most likely result of doing this prank to him is that he'll catch you in the act and it'll back fire TERRIBLY

- punishments can vary in any form depending on what his mood with you is however dont be surprised if he attempts to superglue the harmonica to YOUR mouth

- if you suceed though then you better pray to god himself that he doesnt figure out it was you cause he'll be pissed and everyone will be losing their minds in the HoL and RAD, you'll embarass him publicly to a whole new level and he will not be soft on you when he finds the genius behind the prank

💛MAMMON

- easiest one to prank since he is almost with you at all times, all you need to do is to have him sleeping near you to pull out your magmum opus of a prank

- once awaken he'll lose it, of course no one is taking the cursed noises seriously but still, he'll be angry

- he isnt the second strongest of the brothers for nothing pal, he'll show his anger and it wont be pretty either

- be sure to recieve revenge from him once the harmonica is ripped off of his lips, and no, it wont be nice at all

🧡LEVIATHAN

- betrayed, hurt, angy, how could you take advantage of his sleeping self like that MC?

- if he barely left his room before than be sure he wont leave it now, not until he figures out how to get it off of him

- the only annoying part of pranking him in this case would be to wait for him to fall asleep cause gamer man over here sleeps very late, and i mean VERY LATE

- his revenge should be arriving short after yours so stay tuned until then

💚SATAN

- another complicated individual to prank.

- unless you have a death wish then dont even bother to do such a thing to him. Lucifer has s o m e mercy with you because idk, but the avatar of wrath is the avatar of wrath for a reason.

- he either already knows how to undo the superglue by all of the books he has read or he will rip it off of him out of pure rage

- run.

💖ASMODEUS

- *plays that one tiktok audio* congratulations you just won the prize of ✨🧓who's going to the retirement home🧓✨

- ok but seriously how could you? How dare you ruin his beauty sleep and how dare you ruin his gorgeous demon lips? He is p i s s e d

- will cry and will resort to the softest way posible to remove it from his lips, like come on, do you expect him to ruin his face because you thought you were being funny?

- nice try MC but this boi is definetely taking revenge

❤BEELZEBUB

- first thing's first you need him to not be dreaming about food. Second thing's second you need belphie to not be around to stop you

- once you've sticked the instrument to his mouth you'll be able to unlock a very sad beel you monster

- how will he eat now?his mouth cant open. He is hungry MC!! You have doomed the entire devildom!!

- please help him get it off and make sure to have a sorry snack plan with you cause he is hungy and sad

💜BELPHEGOR

- would beat Mammon on being the easiest to prank, he sleeps so much you just gotta be stealthy about it

- at first he'd feel the murderous tendencies rise when he realizes what has happened to him. Then he'd give up and adapt to his new lifestyle. Yep, you arent getting a satisfying reaction of of him

- once you grow tired of the lack of reaction from him you'll have to remove the harmonica yourself cause he is too tired to do so.

- also keep an eye open for a somehow worse revenge prank from him

[thatsassyhufflepuff]

The Imperius Curse

Request from @rosiehufflepuff:🍏 DRACO HAVING A MAJOR LIKING TO HUFFLEPUFF READER AND HE DOESNT KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH HIS FEELINGS

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x female Hufflepuff reader. If anyone wants gender neutral pronouns feel free to include that in a request.

Y/L/N: Your Last Name. Y/N: Your name. You know the drill. :)

Year: 6th because Draco deserved a distraction that year.

Summary: Draco has a major crush on a Hufflepuff reader and has no idea how to properly emote.

Word count: 889

Warnings: Slight angst, mainly fluff, cursing.

Hope you enjoy! <3

"How in the bloody blazes is Y/L/N not in Azkaban?" Draco groused to his best mate one morning at breakfast, stabbing his scrambled eggs with unnecessary force. Blaise gaped at him.

"Why in Merlin's name would a Hufflepuff go to Azkaban?" he asked, furrowing his eyebrows. The bloke has seriously lost it. The handsome Italian thought to himself.

Draco curled his lip. "Oh, come off it, Blaise," he sneered. "Look at her!"

Blaise followed his friend's gaze until he spotted the pretty Y/E/C'd witch laughing with her mates. He arched an eyebrow at the blonde.

"She's pretty, yeah, but nothing to get worked up over."

"Exactly!" Draco slammed his fist on the table. "That's why she must have used the Imperius Curse on me! Why else would I be interested in someone like her?"

"Well," his friend ventured. "I've seen her around. She seems kind, and you see so little of that in your life, so maybe..."

"Don't make me laugh." Draco snapped. "If it was kindness I was after I'd consider the Weaselette before Y/L/N. At least Weaselette is pure-blooded."

"What is it that you want me to say, Draco?"

"Help me fix it!" Draco's gray eyes were wide with horror. "I have other things...more important things-"

"I know." Blaise interrupted, holding up his hands placatingly. "Have you considered actually, I dunno, talking to Y/L/N?"

"Talking to her?" The thought made Draco want to throw up from nerves. "Unthinkable."

***

Of course, talking to the Hufflepuff was the only thing Draco could think about once Blaise put the idea in his head.

The Slytherin's stomach was in knots as he watched the girl from the corner of his eye, barely paying attention to what Professor Sprout was saying. The glow of the greenhouse shrouded her delicate features with a halo, making his stomach swoop.

How bloody hard can it be? He reasoned with himself. She's just a harmless Hufflepuff. She's beneath you. She's not even of pure blood. Simply ask her to remove the Imperius Curse and be on your way.

Draco took a steadying breath as he approached her when the bell rang after Herbology.

"Excuse me," he blurted, praying the ground would open up and swallow him whole. "You're...Y/L/N, right?"

The Hufflepuff looked up, her lips twitching with a smile. Do not focus on her lips, Draco. "I'm Y/N," she replied, tilting her head. "Y/L/N is my surname. I usually start with Y/N first."

"Right." Merlin's sodding boxers, this is painful. "I'm Malfoy. Draco Malfoy."

Y/N let out a small, restrained laugh, like she found him cute but didn't want to embarrass him. "I know who you are, Draco."

A thrill shot through him when she said his name. "Y-you do?"

She snorted. "I think everyone knows who you are. I didn't know you knew who I was, though."

"That's what I wanted to discuss with you." Draco cleared his throat, pushing the strap of his bag higher onto his shoulder. "Would you kindly reverse the curse you put on me?"

"I beg your pardon?" Y/N's eyebrows furrowed with confusion. Anger rose up in Draco's being, swirling around him like a tornado.

"Don't act like you don't know!" he hissed. "You cast the Imperius Curse on me, you obnoxious witch! That's why I--"

"That's an Unforgivable-"

"Oh, I know all about Unforgivable Curses, Y/N." Draco snarled, cutting her off. "It's your bloody curse that makes me feel this way. The way I notice every single bloody time you enter a room, the way I can't help but look at those goddamn delectable lips and imagine how bloody soft they must be. You're driving me mad, don't you see? It has to stop."

By the time he was finished, Draco was slightly out of breath, his fists clenched at his sides. Y/N looked up at him with wide eyes for several heartbeats. Then, to Draco's horror, she began to laugh.

"What's so funny?" he demanded, feeling his cheeks flush pink at the sound of her sweet laughter. The bloody witch just continued to laugh, clutching her stomach as tears streamed down her cheeks.

"I'm sorry!" She gasped out when she regained her breath. "It's just--that's not the Imperius Curse, Draco."

"Well what in the bloody hell is it, then?" Draco raked a hand through his white-blonde hair. "And how do I make it stop?"

His heart stuttered when she gave him a full smile, slinging her own bag over her shoulder. Draco watched as she walked towards him, acting as if she was moving towards the door, but she stopped to place a hand on his shoulder. White-hot sparks danced up and down Draco's spine at the simple touch.

"It's called having a crush on someone, Malfoy." Y/N told him with a cheeky grin. "And I wish you luck in dealing with it."

With that, she walked towards the door. Draco let out a strangled cry that stopped her in her tracks, though she didn't turn around to face him.

"But--but how do I make it stop?!"

Y/N shot him a sweet smile over her shoulder. "I have Potions next. You're welcome to walk me there."

Draco's heart thumped hard as he hurried after the Hufflepuff.

[mystic-sky]

One shot wherein the s/o of Gojo Satoru gets injured trying to protect him and brought to the hospital but doesnt die. With a mountain of angst pls. 🥺👉🏽👈🏽

Word Count: 1.6k

16-year old Satoru had never known much about compassion, or any crucial emotions that would’ve paved the way for him to be a brilliant jujutsu sorcerer, through and through.  He lived life as he went, nonchalant and never dispatching empathy in the moments it mattered most. You appeared like wildfire, ringing out so many emotions from him all at once. You were placed on his team without warning, and he felt like you were just another nuisance for him to have to pretend to worry about. You were undeniably cute though, which was the only reason he ever made conversation with you from time to time. But even though he flirted with you, he was always sure to remind you that he was always better, stronger and more talented. 

One day, to his surprise, you gave him a piece of your mind when he tried to pursue you. You told him to learn some manners, some compassion, and to come back when he wasn’t an asshole. You expressed that he was arrogant, and all but so many people would tolerate him the way some teachers and his so called “team mates” did.

“No ones going to fall in love with you for real if you keep being a jerk.”

That was when he first learned of rejection. He was so used to having everything he wanted. It didn’t register in his brain the first time that you didn’t like him. He picked on you more because of it, unfortunately. You were thick skulled, and headstrong. You were charming for someone who started out so weak. He watched as you worked hard, and never asked for help from him or Suguru, or Shoko unless it was for the sake of the mission at hand. You were extremely talented. Just a late bloomer.

He asked you why you became a sorcerer one day, much to your surprise. You explained it to him and from that day on, he wasn't so much of an asshole towards you. He’d learned of admiration, but considering he was so cocky, he never did tell you that. Instead, he went from saying things like “Leave this to us” to “I’ll leave this to you.”

Maybe you do or don’t realize that he finally acknowledges you as strong, but you do know talking to him was 40% more bearable when you reached your third year of high school.

That same year, you lose someone who was close to you. You had no control over it. The way it happened, the result was inevitable. It had nothing to do with weakness or being in the wrong place at the wrong time. There are some outcomes in life that are meant to happen- and no one is ready for it. All he knows is that he didn’t like how it made you feel. He couldn’t give you a rebuttal on how it was possibly yours or someone else’s shortcomings that fated such a thing to happen. Instead, you both sat on the steps of the school long past curfew, sharing ice cream while he watched you cry. Neither of you spoke. For the first time in his life, he had nothing to say. He also knew he shouldn’t leave you there. He hoped his silence and presence would convey something, along with the free ice cream. This was the night Satoru learned sympathy.

He never wanted you to feel that way ever again. He became a bubbly force, always in your face. He smothered you with activities, sweets, things that became memories to deter you from your loss, and somehow amongst it all, you forgot that you hated him.

Some years had gone by. You'd become a fine jujutsu sorcerer, with the help of Satoru and so many others. You’d acknowledged him as a friend and possibly something more due his flirtatious personality. He had became someone who filled the void of the person you lost, showing you that life does in fact go on.

“It took you way too long to kill that thing,” he rolled his eyes. “Aren’t you a special grade jujutsu sorcerer? Get it together (Name).” 

He playfully scolded you. “You literally stood there and watched me do all the work.” Your clothes were stained of blood, but you weren’t bothered entirely. You were looking for something to wipe your hands with, shaking them violently at the ground.

“What can I say, you’re truly a site to behold.” He winked, dwindling a handkerchief in front of you. The flutter in your chest was erratic. 

“Nonetheless, I knew you could do it. I was just here for moral support.” He grinned, patting you on the head.

“Satoru,” You say, turning towards him and sheathing your weapon. “You’re really important to me. You’ve had my back since we went to Jujutsu Tech and then some. I don’t think I’ve ever said thank you for always being there for me.”

“So, thank you.” You say, offering him the warmest smile and making his heart skip a beat. He hadn’t known what to say. You hadn't ever put him on the spot like this before, which is what it made it so easy for him to be around you. You never praised him for anything, yet here you were thanking him, smiling at him like you loved him or something-

Did you? He wondered. He didn’t undertsand what it was he felt when he started to ponder the idea of you loving him. You never once complimented him on his looks, nor had you ever reciprocated his flirtations. And here he was, actively being your friend because he admired your character. He didn’t even know himself anymore.

“Stop staring at me like that and say you’re welcome.” You sass, breaking him out of his thoughts. “You’re freaking me out.”

“We’re friends. You don’t have to thank me for that.” He said cockily, getting right back in character. That night, he realized what it meant to love someone.

He got home and laid in bed, trying to draw the line in his head between how he loved you and how he loved kikufuku. Then he tried depicting the differences between his bromance with Geto Suguru and his friendship with you. He knew he liked being around you, and whatever goals in life he would eventually pursue- he wanted you to be there too.

You never once made it obvious that you liked him back in any sort of way, and it ticked him off. He would spend some days doing everything in his power to get a reaction out of you, even a kabedon, to which you burst out laughing in response. Satoru had never actually experienced true defeat until that moment. You had became one of the most precious things in the world to him, but he thought you were so dense and oblivious it pained him. He wanted to give up on pursuing you, but no one else in his entire life had ever made him feel anything. All these emotions he discovered were extensions and results of you allowing him to integrate himself into your life during your darkest moment. You had thanked him for being there; he wanted you to say so much more.

So when you leapt in front of him, coughing up blood in his direction and shielding his body, there wasn't a reason he could summon for it. What made him feel sick to his stomach is how you managed to smile whilst being impaled by the horns of the curse behind you. The rough taste of iron plagued your tongue and blood plopped from your lips and down your chin.

He caught your body with one arm, cradling you, before using his free hand to clutch the creature’s skull. He smashed it instantly, blood spattering all around your bodies. 

“Why did you do that?” He found himself panicking. He knelt down, stripping himself of his shirt and attempting to suppress the bleeding. “You’re not weak and you’re not stupid- why?!”

“Because, Satoru, I love you.” You say through blurry eyes. He’s petrified. Satoru Gojo did not know loss or grief. He was sure to feel it if you died right there in his arms. He already killed the curse that fatally attacked you. If you died, what would his purpose beyond that be? The only thing he hadn’t done yet was tell you he loved you. He knew in that moment that he loved you. But before the words could fall from his lips, your body went limp in his lap.

“No...” He took hold of you, immediately teleporting to the nearest hospital. If you died, he would blame it on his own incompetence. He’d flaw himself for this moment alone and take responsibility. He found himself praying to whatever God there might be, begging them to spare your short lived life. Not without him saying it back.

After multiple surgeries and blood transfusions, the doctors had informed him you were going to live, but recovery would take some time. Your cursed ability was able to delay the blood loss and neutralize a bit of the damage just before it became entirely fatal. He was thankful, the most he’s ever been for anything.

“I told you, you’re not weak,” he stared down at your comatose body. “You may make stupid decisions. But you’re not helpless.”

His voice cracked a bit whilst saying this, as he knelt beside you. He would stay with you endlessly through your recovery no matter how long it took. Nothing else mattered.

He was going to tell you that he loves you too.

[lanchang]

feng xin being a sex god that is friends with two 800 year old gay virgins AND the implication that he fucked one woman once and ruined her life while being terrified of women otherwise is literally insanity,the IMPLICATIONS of it all,like my dude has all the sex knowledge NOT because he is fucking but because a bunch of young brides are praying to statues of his dick, meanwhile the 800 year old gay virgin is reciting poems about his dick powers,UNPROMPTED

he really was cursed by what xie lian said to him huh 😭 also UNPROMPTED god it will always be funny to me that mu qing has that poem memorized and probably no one to use it to mock feng xin with so he's literally just keeping it in the back of his head for centuries and its not until he gets reunited with their mutual gay virgin friend that he's like FINALLY MY PERFECT AUDIENCE!!! theyre obsessed with each other honestly its so funny its sad also poor feng xin answering prayers from women that are like "if i have sex with my husband in this position will that get me the son im hoping for? we've already tried so many maneuvers and concoctions we're getting desperate please ju yang (penis euphemism) im so devoted ill pray as much as i need to and then some" and he's just sitting there like well. i guess i will try my best 😐 meanwhile his one and only girlfriend very much dumped him and he doesnt even have xie lian around so he can complain about women god he's such a funny character like he was already afraid of women before that happened truly its the curse of the gay virgin besties that he ended with so much attention from women help him

[sexysilverstrider]

volokari brainrot but im too lazy to write a proper fic:

1. akari gets thrown back in her world and volo curses arceus so much he is cursed with immortality. he uses that immortality to find his beloved akari even if it takes him forever. they reunite after 150 years (eventho akari was thrown back to her time a year later but she still remembers) and volo hugs akari, weakly murmuring, "i found you, my love.....i found you..."

2. akari suddenly starts to lose her memories and seeks volo for help to find arceus faster. enemies to hesitant comrades to lovers ensues. this makes volo loves akari but he denies greatly until somehinf critical happens to her that he is forced to face his feelings.

3. akari and volo marry and become a loving married couple. akari learns volo is very clingy and loving and honestly she doesnt mind. its funny if not a bit scary sometimes but honestly at this point shes faced enough terror. besides its free devotion.

4. the two became a legacy that shapes sinnoh. the wielder of ancient sinnoh and the chosen one from distant time and space. they became legends who people revere and while cynthia is treated as a common citizen, shes still champion. a role she earned and is highly respected even without her powerful heritage.

5. things happen and akari gets thrown back to her time but she doesnt want to. once again volo curses arceus but akari manages to promise volo that she will find a way to be together again with him. in her time hi/akari tries to find a way to find and strike a deal with arceus. she finds many MANY books and notes about distant sinnoh and most of them are love letters and promises from an ancient wielder to the chosen one. akari is touched she cries and this only encourages her to find arceus faster. years later, she finds arceus and shit happens but akari manages to go back in time and reunite with her volo. man is happy and crying.

6. kinda like number 1 but volo instead meets hikari--the same person who has not been yeeted into the past yet--and his heart aches. he misses her so much. its been decades. centuries. he wants nothing but to hug her and kiss her but he knows this not his akari. yet. so he only watches from a distance and helps her with some legendary pokemon stuff. volo even meets his descendant cynthia and casually helps and encourages her to greet hikari. volo almost drops to his knees seeing that he has a descendant at first-- praying. hoping that this is a sign that he will be with his akari again.

[call-me-koi]

His world.

Xiao x gn!reader

Cw; Fighting abyss mages and others, mention/description of wounds and blood. Curse words. death (reader)

Song used: As The World Caves In.

A/N: haha suffer bitches.

Genre: Angst, hurt. No comfort.

----

What happened? What Was happening?..he groans as he feels his head throb in pain. So much was happening around him, he needed to get up and see what was happening. Slowly getting up, he hears you scream; making the yakasha remember. Everything.

And here it is, our final night alive.

It was supposed to be fine..he scouted the area before taking a walk with him. It was clear of any signs of danger. At least, he thought so. He watched in shook as you fought off the abyss mages by yourself. Your breath labored, you muscles shouting for a break, your blood rushing out of its wounds. He was scared. Why couldnt he move. Why couldnt he manage to breath? Why.

And as the earth burns to the ground..

He slowly got up, limping toward you. Unknowingly shouting your name as hot, Hot tears trailed down his face. He watched as you were thrown into the ground by a metachurl, only to get up and lunge towards it with all your might. He watched your skin get burned till it turned horrible burnt, only to continue attacking it. He watched your blood leak out of multiple gashes and cuts..

Why was he scared so scared..he has fought and seen Many things in his life time. But..why was he afraid..for you? He tried to think about these feelings, why. Why. Why. Why?. Why?. Why does he flinch whenever you get hit? Why does he cry harder and harder with every scream and cry of pain you make? Why does he Pray that you come out alive out of this mess?

Oh girl, its you. That i lie with.

He realized too late, as he watches your body fall to the ground after finishing the last abyss mage. His breath hitches as he runs with all his might towards you, picking up your body gently. Oh god..it was horrible. Your skin pale from the blood lose. Gashes so deep he sees things he wishes to have never seen. Skin so burnt he was afraid to touch, as if it would break and slowly fade away. All while slowly realizing, he will never have the chance to tell you how he felt.

As the atom bomb locks in.

No. No no no no no. He held your lifeless body close to him. Hoping for Anything that might show that youre still alive. His blood rushes. Anger? Sadness? Regret? He doesnt know what to say, or even what to do. All he does is hold your body, slowing cradling it as he sways back and forth, as a forest of blood and dead bodies surround him. He wished he had more time.

He realized, how you were the World to him. And now with you gone in his arms; everything seems dull...

Oh god its you. I watch Tv with. As the world, as the world caves in.

[peanut-butter-parkerxx]

he died his hair prank

peter decided to prank y/n by temporarily dying his hair silver..

pairing: peter x fem!reader

status: dating

peters pov

i finally found a way to get revenge on y/n and her stupid yet believable pranks, since she loves my brown hair so much, no i did not decide to cut it aunt may would literally murder me if y/n didnt so it before her, i decided to temporarily dye it silver but she doesnt need to know its temporary ;)

y/n/n and i decided to hang out in the evening since i told her i had to go run some errands for may, thankfully she believed  it, so now im on my way to go buy some hair dye....*nervous laugh*

i got the hair dye and i took all the stuff out spreading them on my bathroom counter, i decided to record this coz i dont think ill dye my hair again any time soon, plus it felt like i was filming a youtube video

"ok so i watched a couple of videos before this coz i dont wanna mess this beautiful gem up" i said reffering to my hair "im obviously not gonna bleach it, so lets hope my hair is light enough to show the dye" i prayed and attempted to put my hair in a ponytail and it looked pretty good, i watched how y/n does it on my hair everytime we do face masks but doing it for yourself is wayyy harder

*A/N: look at this cutie 🥰 anyways back to the story*

i dyed the side of my hair first getting the dye everywhere, thank god i took the bathroom rug out so it would not get stained, and then took the bun out and sectioned it

"dont let me down brad mondo" i whispered getting even more nervous than i was before i brushed the dye of the first section "i did it" i smiled proudly but then it hit me "i did  it, i did it, this part of my hair is silver! oh my god" i was panicking, what am i doing? this is a prank this is a prank its not real calm down peter

suddenly i got a facetime call from y/n

*babyyyy 💕👀 would like to FaceTime*

lit up my screen, i panicked a bit trying to find an excuse to not answer the call or at least not show her my face, but i remembered i was in the bathroom....hopefully this excuse will work

i clicked on 'accept' and waited for her to connect

"hey babyyyy" she beamed, shes cute when shes excited but her smile faded when she couldnt see me "where are you?" she asked

"im in the toilet babe, but i couldnt not answer your call" i laughed trying to act normal and backing up from my phone as much as possible

"oh" she laughed, i wanted to grab something from the counter and i thought i did it carefully but what she said, said otherwise "wait why is your hair silver?" she asked her eyes widening

"wHAT? what do you mean?" i squeeked, i hesitantly put the undyed of my hair to the frame and she sighed in relief "my hair is brown, love nothing to worry about"

"thank god, although you kinda looked like jack frost which was kinda hot....but no no no no i prefer brown, dont even think about it" she warned, i laughed at her statement, it kinda made me more confident, maybe i would look like jack frost "anyways, ill see you in a few, im almost at my house, gotta go, byeee" she said waving her hand at the camera

"byeeee" i put my hand in the frame and waved, she laughed and ended  the call...that was close

after a few curses and an hour of dying my hair, i finished! and im pretty proud of the results, lets just hope my hair doesnt fall out

*A/N: this is the only picture i found of a guy with a somewhat wavy hair so imagine this is him but with messier hair dye and its all over his hair but not till his roots, OH and silver lmao*

so i took a photo of my hair and sent it to ned, he was with me throughout the whole process coz i needed someone to talk to, i usually annoy y/n with my daily rants but i couldnt so ned had to hear me talk abt how Mrs Barbosa gave me extra homework for being late

After I texted Ned, I got a text from y/n/n

"Babyyyy 👀💕: hey Pete, where are we hanging out? My place or yours?"

I told her that she could come to my place because I got a 'surprise' for her, i knew i had to record this so i quickly placed my phone on the desk

"YOUR BITCH HAS ARRIVEDDD!" y/b barges in, flopping on the bed next to me

"h-hey y/n/n" i said laughing at her dramatic entrance but still confused on how she didn't  notice my hair, just act casual, she moved closer to my body looking at the computer thats on my lap

"what are you doing?" she asked curious "

oh nothing, just watching guys surprise their girlfriends with dying their hair a bad color"i laughed acting as casual as possible

"oh thats funny, but if you did that to m- *looks up* *big dramatic loud gasp* PETE- I- WHA- HOW-" her eyes were as big as ever, I've  never seen her this shocked "WHAT HAPPENED TO MY LUCIOUS BROWN CURLS" she shouted completely ignoring my computer and sits on my lap to get a closer look

"YOUR curls?" i laughed

"yes MY curls what happened to the light brown almost hazel in the sunlight curls?" she brushes my hair through her fingers trying to get the dye out "i dont think my brain processed this yet- WAIT YOU DYED IT RIGHT? SO THAT MEANS IT'LL STAY FOREVER?" looked down her mouth parted

"isn't  that what dying your hair means?"

"HOW ARE YOU SO CALM ABOUT THIS I MEAN ITS A WHOLE DIFFERENT COLOR, AND WHY SILVER-ISH GREY?"

"I actually really like it" I said combing my hair through my fingers but she swatted it away so she could look at it more

"babe *laughs* you said I'd look like Jack Frost" I told her tilting my head

"well Jack Frost is hot but you're hott-ER I don't want you looking like Jack Frost because I said so! I love you for who you are....especially your brown hair"

"so if I told I like it you'd be ok with it?"

"Yes if you like it and it's your choice? %100"

"so what if I said it's a prank?" She was gonna nod her head coz she thought it was like the other question but then stopped midway and widened her eyes

"your kidding"

"yes in fact I am" I laugh and point at the camera and she gasps

"you..you....YOU BITCH" she punches my chest jokingly "I ALMOST GOT A HEART ATTACK AND GOT ALL SAPPY AND MUSHY FOR YOU JUST SO YOU COULD PRANK ME?!" she shouts point her hands everywhere "You know I was like scared! Coz you said you liked it and I was like, oh no I gotta get used to this no more chocolate curls, but not as in i lied I just gotta get used to it which added more pressure than I already felt!" She stated but I only laughed even more and awed

"babe don't worry"

"I HAD A MATH QUIZ TODAY" she point at herself "AND YOUR HERE LAUGHING YOUR ASS OFF?? no wait let me sit on the bed since you like when I sit on your lap"

"no no baby I'm sorry" I said while laughing, her face was hilarious

"no you're not! and no kisses till Monday" she huffs and looks at the wall, I give her ten seconds until she turns around to ask one more question, and she did

"hop on the shower we're cleaning the white of you, you Jack Frost wannabe" well more like a demand I huffed but got up with her and turned the recording off

"neds gonna love this"

Have a wonderful morning/afternoon/evening/night!

-quacksonlover