#ik i’ll be using him for reference at least

[toytle]

trying to flesh out smosh dread characters and wondering what rook’s real name should be. i’ve seen some ppl suggest bonnie since his brother’s real name is clyde, but rook just isn’t a bonnie to me. i have a furry au in the works where i’ve assigned him as a horse bc of the knight chess pieces (and also bc that would make JR’s backstory sm funnier when they meet lmao), so that made me think of clydesdale horses, and if we’re trying to match rook’s name to clyde, then maybe he could be a dale? it helps that the most well known dale i could find is earnhardt who was coincidentally a racecar driver! he was apparently nicknamed “the intimidator” + known for his “controversial and reckless driving,” which is also very rook…

okay ykw it’s decided, the knight brothers are to be named clyde and dale. now to think of a last name

[passionxwrites]

Summer Romance 3

Pairings: ModernAU! Elias “Stack” Moore x BlackOC! (Cymone) x Elijah “Smoke” Moore

Warnings: MDNI, cursing, use of the N-Word, suggestive language, heavy kissing and touching, fingering

Word Count: 5.8K

Masterlist

Cymone

“Girl I can’t believe the way that man laid me low, spread me wide, and ate me up like he didn’t have a whole meal five minutes before!”

Laughter soon filled the room as Cymone and Reana lay in her room while Reana recounted the events of her date with Sammie the night before.

“He had dinner but he wanted you for dessert,” Cymone jokingly added as she passed Reana the expertly rolled blunt they had been smoking. The weed was a courtesy of Duke since he basically forced her to watch his spoiled ass daughter the night before.

“Well bitch I’ll be that then! I ain’t never experienced no shit like that before. Girl I saw stars and not the ones coming through the sunroof. I can’t believe Sammie is such an eater,” Reana exclaimed as she all but vibrated next to Cymone on the king sized bed.

“Damn, I wanna see what that be like,” Cymone responded as her eyes widened while Reana went on to explain the experience. She turned just in time to see Reana sitting there with her lips turned up.

“What?”

“Bitch you can! You got three niggas sniffing after you and you aint giving none of them the time of day. That’s real greedy.”

“What three niggas? Only nigga I kinda had was Rashad and he put a bad taste in my mouth after I saw him leaving Tricia party with Lori. Nigga tried to sneak off like nobody was gone hear that loud ass Hellcat peel out the parking lot,” Cymone spoke as she kissed her teeth. She actually kinda liked Rashad a lil bit but after they danced at the party he had the nerve to ask her if she was gone go home with him. Cymone immediately shut it down and said he would have to take her out first and then he started acting funny. Later she peeped him getting in his car with Lorianne Stevenson, another girl in her class that was known to be loose, and from that moment on she wrote him off.

“Oh shit I forgot about that! Well fuck him cause you still got Mike and Ike fine asses. Shittt that’s better than anything.”

Cymone couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped her lips. Ever since the day they were all over at her place Reana had become determined to always refer to them as some type of duo whether it was twins or not.

“Girl please! Smoke and Stack is not checking for me like that plus they are Duke bestest friends. He done know them niggas since they was all kids.”

“One, Bert and Ernie definitely need that from you and you’re being willfully ignorant about it and that’s fine. Two, what the fuck yo pussy gotta do with Duke? You a grown ass woman sweetie.”

Cymone only rolled her eyes as she took another pull from the blunt. She felt as though Reana was reading a little too much into her interactions with the twins. Sure they flirted with her from time to time, they always found a reason to be in her business, and a reason to touch her……but that didn’t mean they liked her. Right?

“Look girl you can keep on acting like them niggas aint feeling you but I deep down in my gut, I know that at least one of them, if not the both of them, will make that shit known at some point. Them niggas grown grown so I can’t see them staying satisfied with yall lil cats and mice game.”

“It aint no game and aint nothing going on. Plus I ain’t finna talk to two brothers. That’s weird and I’m gone look like a hoe.”

“No bitch what you gone look like is lucky as hell.”

“You just got a answer for every damn thang don’t you.”

“Duhhh, I’m prolific!”

Cymone only continued to sit there in thought as she mulled over the possibility of the twins liking her. Of course any girl would be happy to be the object of either Elias or Elijah’s affections. Both men had a way about them that drew her in. Smoke was always so captivating with his quiet dominance. He could walk into any room and command everyone’s attention without a single word but when he did open his mouth? He had the smoothest way with words and his voice was all deep and rough. It was almost like gravel. His voice had been like that even when he was a teenager and it was probably the main thing Cymone liked about him. Then there was Stack. Although he was about the cockiest nigga alive he was also the easiest to talk to. He had a way of making you feel comfortable before you could even fully notice it yourself. He was a walking safe space for her and his energy was always light and playful even when it didn’t need to be.

Each one of them held a special significance in her heart but did that mean that she wanted to possibly ruin a friendship that had just gotten back on track? And yes she was grown but she was worried about how people would look at it. How would Ganny react? How would Duke react? Shit how the hell would the city of Jackson react? It was easier said than done to just ignore everybody.

Cymone continued to let Reana’s words echo in her mind well after her friend left and night began to fall over the sky. In an effort to think about something else she decided to put a couple bags of candy in her big snack bowl and watch a few episodes of A Different World. Just as she had begun to get comfortable on the couch with her bowl and blanket, Duke burst through the door with his little girl in tow.

Ava Cymone Stanton was born 3 years ago and she was the absolute llight of Duke’s life. If people thought he spoiled Cymone they obviously didn’t see what he would do with Ava. One blink of her big doe eyes and he was doing whatever she asked which made her feel as though everybody was supposed to do it as well. The problem was Cymone was head spoiled girl in charge and Ava wasn’t gone get it as easy with her so they lowkey butted heads like they were the same age.

“Uh uh! I am not watching that lil demon again Devonte!”

“Damn, hello to you too. Calm down, I don't need you to watch her but I do need a favor from my first baby,” he said as he sat down and put Ava in his lap while looking over at Cymone with a fake pout.

“You look like Donkey when he tried to look cute in Shrek. Fix your face,” Cymone retorted as she grimaced over at her cousin.

“You got a smart ass mouth on you and I’m sick of that shit,” Duke shot back as he placed his hands over Ava’s ears so she wouldn’t hear him cussing.

“Whatever ju. What you need me to do?”

“I need you to go to drop this envelope off to Smoke. He need it for the club.”

Well isn’t this fucking great. 1 out of 2 of the niggas I’m trying to avoid.

“Shouldn’t you be dropping off some important shit to him yourself? I’m sure he wouldn’t want me all up in his business.”

“You must be forgetting it’s my business too. Plus that nigga ain’t gone mind. He got a lil crush on you anyway.”

Cymone’s eyes damn near popped out of her head at Duke's last sentence.

“What you say,” she inquired as she almost choked on her every word.

“What? That Smoke like you? Shit I think Stack like you too,” he said calmly as if he was talking about the weather and not his two best friends allegedly having a crush on his cousin. Cymone was literally staring at him as if he had two heads.

“Wh- why you think something like that?”

“I done known them niggas since I was 5. You think I don’t know when they feeling somebody?” Plus I noticed a lil jealousy from em at Tricia party when was dancing with that Richard nigga.”

“His name is Rashad.”

“Whatever the fuck his name is really don’t mean shit to me. I know when they like somebody and they like you so it don’t matter if you drop it off. Now, can you do this for me please? I gotta take Ava to a birthday party in Flowood and I aint got time. I’ll get you whatever you want if you do it.”

Cymone sat there and blew out a deep breath before she reluctantly gave in.

“Fine but I want that light pink Brahmin bag we saw in the mall the other day.”

“Deal! I’ll have that purse to you by tomorrow night. Thank you Punkin Wunkinnn,” he dragged out as he leaned down to place a kiss on her forehead.

“Yeah whatever. Let this be your last favor till July.”

“Yeah aight. See you later, love you kid.”

“Love you too,” she called to his retreating frame as he carried Ava out of the house.

She then turned her head to the manila envelope that was almost taunting her as it lay on the table. She knew it was probably something illegal in the envelope because that’s all Duke's ass was wrapped in and the twins were no saints. It was truly no telling who they had to rob and/or kill out in Chicago to come up on all of that money but it wasn’t none of Cymone’s business so going through that envelope was the last thing on her mind.

All she could think about was having to see Smoke now that all of these thoughts were running through her mind. She was feeling a little raw and exposed and his perceptive ass could see almost anything. She halfway thought he could read her mind sometimes and he had a way of making her nervous as hell. It was them damn eyes. They were dark but not in an intimidating way. No it was in a way like he could see through you and it always felt like she was under a microscope.

“It’s just Smoke Cymone,” she muttered to herself as she shook the racing thoughts from her head and rose from the couch.

She made the journey from the living room to her room upstairs at the end of the hallway so she could refresh herself and find something to wear. If she had to be around his ass she would at least look good.

After washing her face she decided to throw on a thick black headband since her silk press was getting a little old. She walked to her closet and pulled out a pair of True Religion jeans and white tank top. Once she was dressed she slid her feet into a pair of birkenstock slippers and put on a little lip gloss. She grabbed her purse from her vanity chair and made her way downstairs. After she snatched the envelope from the table she started the alarm system for the house and hopped in her truck.

She knew the way to the location of the club because everyone in the city was familiar with that building so it didn’t take her long to pull into the parking lot. From outside she could see that the twins had worked real hard on the place. Gone was the old wooden frame with the chipped paint and in its place was something completely modern. They had somebody repaint the building all black, repaved the parking lot, added some greenery, and put in a new door. She also took notice of the flashy sign on the very front of the building in big gaudy silver letters.

“Club Juke huh? That’s nice,” she said to herself as she parked her truck next to Smoke’s old school candy red Chevy Impala.

The girl closed her eyes for a quick second and said a few encouraging words to herself before she grabbed her things and jumped out the truck to head into the building. Once she got to the building she realized the door was locked but she could Smoke in the distance on his phone. She knocked on the sleek glass door, being careful not to knock too hard but loud enough he could hear her. Noticing she got his attention she waited patiently as he walked to the door and unlocked it to let her in.

He looked down at her with his brows furrowed until he noticed the envelope in her hand and his face relaxed.

“Yeah, imma call you back tomorrow. Have that shit fixed asap,” he spoke as he hung up the phone and stepped to the side so she could enter the building.

“Hey there boss man,” her tone laced with humor as she swayed past him into the building.

“Hey there, trouble. What you doing round my neck of the woods,” he asked as she placed the envelope on top of the bar and turned to face him.

“Duke had something to do with Ava so he asked me to drop this off,” she answered as she swallowed a little hard, already getting caught up in his energy. It was suffocating and she had to take a step back just so she could breathe.

As if he could sense her inner turmoil Smoke stepped completely forward into her space as he looked down at her with a small smirk playing on his face.

“You look good today Sugar.”

Sugar

He always called her that when she was younger. Said it was because he knew she was sweet on the inside but always wanted to look sour on the outside.

“I haven’t heard that name in a minute. Can’t believe you remember that,” she said with a small giggle.

“You’ll always be my Sugar girl,” he said and Cymone felt the air in the room escaping her rapidly. She needed to gain some distance so she cleared her throat and began walking around as if she was taking a look at the inside of the place. She was really running and she prayed he didn’t follow her.

“Y’all really turned this place out man. I don’t even recognize it in here,” she said as she took in the sitting areas, the dance floor, and the spot for the DJ.

“Let me guess Sammie must gone be the DJ,” she said jokingly as she turned expecting him to still be in the same spot by the bar but instead he was right behind her, analyzing her every move.

“Gotta let lil cous share his musical talents with everybody. We gone let him sing on R&B nights,” he spoke as he engulfed her with his every being again.

“Oh, that’s really good for him,” she spoke as she tried to move away again but this time his hand was wrapped around hers before she could move any further.

“Why you running from me?”

Cymone looked at him in faux indifference as if he was overreacting but on the inside the big red alarm was going off in her head. He could always figure her out.

“Boy I am not running from you,” she said as she let out a shaky laugh while slowly trying to pull her hand away. Already taking notice of her game, Smoke removed his hand from hers only to place them both on the section table behind them, effectively trapping her.

Cymone’s breath hitched because now she knew there was nowhere to turn and this man obviously wanted answers. She had also begun to feel like Reana had jinxed her and she made a mental note to cuss her ass out later.

“You always run from me. Every time I take a step at you, you back up and I ain't just talkin bout tonight either,” he spoke as he leaned down so he could really look into her face, into her eyes.

“I don’t know what you talkin bout Elijah. You really on one tonight,” she said as she turned her head so she wouldn’t be making eye contact with him. That soon proved futile because just as soon as she turned her head he was lightly grabbing her face to turn it back to him.

“Eli-,” and just as she began to call his name his lips were on hers. For a second Cymone was frozen in shock as her brain was still trying to catch up but it didn’t take her long to melt into him. Her arms wrapped around his neck and they were kissing passionately as if they were long lost lovers. It started off soft but it quickly progressed into something so feral. She could have sworn she heard his ass growl as he continued to push his body into hers as if they could get any closer.

Cymone had never been kissed like this before and she didn’t want it to end and thankfully he didn’t either. Soon Smoke’s hands were under her ass and he was lifting her up onto the seat as began trailing his kisses from her lips, down her neck, and over the top of her breasts. Cymone let out a small whimper as she felt the room heating up expeditiously. She then grabbed Smoke’s face and brought his lips back to hers already missing how they felt.

Cymone didn’t know how long they had been going at it but it felt like forever. She was breathless but she didn’t want to stop. She was officially lost in all things Smoke and she didn’t plan on coming out but they were soon interrupted by the loud ringing of his phone on the table next to them. The ringing phone was like a cold bucket of water to Cymone and she immediately pulled away as her senses started to come back to her and she remembered where she was and who she was with.

I kissed Smoke. Smoked kissed me.

Smoke walked off to check his phone and Cymone continued to sit on the seat and stare down at the floor as she tried to collect herself. After a few minutes Smoke was done with the call and he was back in her space snatching away her peace yet again.

“Sorry, that was the liquor distributor. Had to take that,” he spoke calmly as his hands rubbed along her outer thighs.

“You’re fine, I know you got business to handle. Um, I should probably go though,” she said as she tried to move his hands so she could get down and hightail her ass the fuck out of there before she did something she had no business.

“There you go tryna run again like I won’t chase you,” Smoke said as he thwarted her plans of getting away yet again.

Cymone rubbed her hands over her face in frustration.

“I’m not running from you Smoke damn!”

“Then why you keep tryna get away from me like I scare you?”

“Cause you do! You got this way about you that draws me in before I can even think and I shouldn’t-,” she started but then stopped herself knowing she was beginning to say too much.

“You shouldn’t what? Shouldn’t like me? Or you shouldn’t like me and my brother?”

Cymone only stared at him as she felt herself getting worked up. She only shook her head as she once again tried to remove his hands from her body which he again blocked her from doing.

“You done always belonged to the both of us, Cymone. Whether you realized that shit or not. From the very moment we met you we had been taking care of you. You special to us. You aint like these regular bitches walkin round Jackson tryna come up on a nigga with some money. You done always been smart, had your own mind, your own goals. You are ours.”

Cymone damn near felt like the air was being snatched out of her lungs. There was no way this could be real. She had to be dreaming right now and she even went as far as to pinch herself so she could wake up.

“You aint dreaming Sugar. I mean this shit with everything in me.”

She finally stared him straight in the eye and saw just how serious he really was. Smoke liked her. Apparently Stack liked her too. Any other girl would have been over the moon but Cymone was scared shitless.

“Elijah please,” she practically begged as she once again moved his hands except this time he relented realizing she needed her space to digest all of this.

He stepped back from out of her space and she quickly made a move to the bar and grabbed her purse to run out of the club but not before glancing back at Smoke to see him staring intently at her as she left. She made it into the comfort of her truck and laid her head on the steering wheel as she took in a few deep breaths.

“What the fuck have you done Cymone,” she let out into the air as she started the truck and made the quick drive home. Once she got there she noticed Ganny’s white Cadillac parked out front and had half a mind to go crawl in her arms but a look at her clock showed it was too late for that and Ganny was definitely asleep. She instead went inside the home and settled on taking her forgotten candy bowl upstairs so she could eat and watch her comfort show in the safety of her bed until she fell asleep.

She woke up the next morning and the memories of the previous night instantly came rushing back and Cymone groaned as soon as she felt her face heat up. The rumors were definitely true about Smoke being an A-1 kisser and she couldn’t help but to wonder if the other things she heard about him were true as well.

Stop it.

Cymone shook her head and pulled herself from her bed deciding she would take a nice soak and play some music to relax her wound up nerves. She moved to her bathroom and began running water in her clawfoot tub and turned on her speaker that was built into her bathroom wall. She elected to play her Vibing playlist knowing she needed a calmer mood to truly rest her nerves. She added some honey and oatmeal bubble bath to water and tested the temperature before stripping from her pajamas and getting into the warm tub.

Before long she gave into the relaxation and eventually fell asleep as she rested her head on her tub pillow as the smooth voice of Masego flooded her ears. After about 30 minutes her eyes slowly opened to the bright sun blooming into her bathroom and she quickly took notice of how much the water had cooled. She made haste in cleansing her body and exiting the tub so she could rub herself down in her vanilla scented Tree Hut body butter. Once she was moisturized she wrapped her body in a towel and grabbed her phone, making her way out of her bathroom and into her room.

“Damn girl. Thought you had drowned in there.”

Cymone yelped with a jump as she placed her eyes on none other than Stack who had made himself entirely too comfortable in her bed. The nigga had taken off his shoes and he was propped up with the remote in his hand as he flipped through channels. Cymone stared at him incredulously with her hand placed on her chest as she tried to calm her quickly beating heart.

“Nigga are you fucking crazy? Did you break into my house?”

“Now I know I’m a criminal but I don’t do break ins baby girl. Ms. Etta let me in on her way to bingo.”

Cymone cursed under her breath. She shoulda woke Ganny up and told her she was into it with the twins so she wouldn’t be all nice and keep letting their overbearing asses in the house.

I literally can’t escape these niggas man.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of your presence on this fine Saturday Elias,” Cymone threw out sarcastically as she crossed the room to her closet so she could put on some clothes. Being in the closet away from him gave her the space to breathe and straighten out her nerves that he had frazzled just from being a few feet away from her. The girl had it bad and they weren’t making it easy on her at all.

After throwing on some gray yoga pants and a loosely fitting cropped t-shirt she placed her feet into her slippers and emerged from the closet with her arms folded. She eyed Stack down expectantly as he absentmindedly scrolled on his phone. He still hadn’t given an explanation as to why he was there.

Dammit. He looks good as usual.

He was dressed in a white t-shirt that hugged his muscular body so good Cymone could weep. He also had on a pair of grey sweatpants and she could see his black cats sitting by her door and he had on his signature gold chain. Him and Smoke were walking sex and Cymone was fighting tooth and nail to keep her legs closed.

“Hello! Why are you here Stack,” the girl shouted as her aggravation began to grow the more he took up space in her room.

Stack slowly looked up from his phone with his eyebrows furrowed as if she had lost her mind.

“Imma let that slide cause I know ya lil ass going through something right now. But don’t get loud with me again babygirl,” he said as he rose from her bed and walked around to stand in front of her.

Cymone cleared her throat and rolled her shoulders as he got closer and she began to smell his cologne. He was taking over her senses and she was slyly looking around to find a way to get some space away from him. She was never one to run away from her problems but this was just too much for her.

“I see you tryna run so let me stop you while you ahead. We need to talk.”

Ever the defiant one Cymone rolled her neck up at him with a quirk of her eyebrows as if she didn’t know what he could possibly be talking about.

“We don’t have anything to talk about Elias,” she said slickly as she found a way to walk around him and sit on her bed. That was a big mistake. She could see the light come on his head and that grin immediately found its way to his face as he stalked over to her and quickly caged her in before she could move. This was feeling like Déjà Vu.

“Oh but we actually have much to discuss Angel. You see Smoke came home and told me about last night and I’m just happy he was the one to break the ice so I can go ahead and finish melting that shit for you.”

“Y’all can’t be serious,” she breathed out shakily as tried to find some semblance of this being a sick joke in his eyes just as she had done with Smoke the night before but all she saw was complete seriousness.

“We are serious Cymone. We want you. What’s so bad about that,” he asked her almost pleadingly.

“Everything is bad about that,” Cymone basically yelled as she found some strength to push him back. Once he was moved she stood up and began pacing her room.

“Y’all are brothers nigga! Imagine how people round here gone be looking at me knowing I’m fooling round with some brothers let alone twin brothers! I’ll be the biggest whore in this town. Way worse than Lori or Tamia! Do y’all not get that,” she asked as she looked at him with her arms spread out.

“You think we give a fuck what these people think out here? Huh! You think that shit supposed to stop how we feel about you? Newsflash baby it ain't! You need to get that through yo thick ass skull and stop worrying about what these lame ass niggas and weak ass hoes gone think man,” he shouted back as he once again walked into her space looking like he wanted to shake some sense into her.

Cymone sat back onto her bed as a million thoughts continued to float through her mind about all of the negative possibilities that could come from her being involved with the twins. She placed her head in her hands and began massaging her temples as she felt a headache nearing which only furthered her agitation. She then felt him as he moved to stand in front of her and lowered himself down onto his knees to be eye level with her. He cautiously placed his hands on hers and removed them from her head before staring into her eyes.

“You ours Cymone. Gone always be ours to care about and protect,” he said softly as he held her hands in his.

“Why me?”

“Why not you? I mean, it’s always been you can’t you see that? Even when we was just friends we would drop whatever we was doing when you called and it’s the same way now. Aint nothing gone change that,” he said as he moved his hands to her cheeks while laying his forehead against hers

Cymone grabbed his hands on her face and began to try to move them and before she could blink he was on her. He smashed his lips onto hers so fervently their teeth clashed against each other but neither one of them missed a beat. Cymone moved her hands from his on her face and placed them around his neck as she had done Smoke last night but this time Stack made the decision to lean up and lay her back so he could place his body on top of hers on the bed.

A part of Cymone knew this was insane but the part of her that wanted to enjoy whatever Stack was willing to give was officially in the driver seat and she wasn’t giving up the keys anytime soon. Once her and Stack were both on the bed she trailed her hands down his back and then lightly ran her nails back up. Stack groaned into her mouth before breaking the kiss to hold himself up on his hands.

“You drive me fucking crazy. All I do is think about you,” he said almost painfully as he stared down at her as if she was his entire world.

“You drive me crazy too,” she finally admitted as her eyes ran over his face and zeroed in on his lips. With her focus on them she grabbed him by the back of his neck and pulled him down to her for another searing kiss and she soon felt his hands running up and down her sides before his left hand ran across her stomach almost as if he was hesitating. Sensing what he really wanted Cymone pushed him back and rose to her knees on the bed. She made sure she had his eye contact as she removed her crop top and threw it across the room. With her lip placed between her teeth she leaned a little closer to him as she gripped the bottom of his shirt and began pulling it up and off of him with his assistance.

Once they were both topless Stack sat against her headboard and quickly pulled her on top of him to where she was straddling his lap. As soon as she made contact with him her lips were on his and the room felt like a furnace. They were engrossed with each other and the rest of the world ceased to exist. Stack pulled away much to her dismay causing her to whimper in protest.

“Can I,” he asked as his eyes shifted from her face to her chest.

“Yeah,” Cymone almost whispered and without another thought he placed his mouth on her right nipple as his hand began to twirl her left one. Her head was thrown back in pleasure and before long she found herself rocking against him. Sweet Jesus was this man working with a monster.

Another rumor confirmed to be true.

“Elias,” she moaned out as his hand that wasn’t occupied with her nipple slowly began to inch its way to the front of her pants. He pulled his mouth away as he once again looked at her to gauge her reaction as he fully pushed his hands past her yoga pants and underwear. The minute his hand made contact with her bare flesh she gasped and also sent up a thanks to Reana for making sure she got wax a couple days ago.

“You so fucking wet,” he said huskily as he leaned his head into her neck and began sucking on the soft skin. He slowly began to rub on her clit in soft circles causing her moans to fill the room instantly. He stopped his attack on her neck and grabbed her chin with a little force causing her to open her eyes and look down at him.

“You the most beautiful woman I ever met,” he said almost drunkenly as he slowly began to push a finger into her causing her mouth to drop open into an o. Just as he began to stroke her a phone ringing jolted them both out of the lustful haze.

Cymone jumped and quickly located her forgotten phone on her nightstand. From her position she could see it was Ganny calling so she hastily removed herself from Stack so she could answer the phone.

“He- hey Ganny,” she said breathlessly while rubbing her hand down the side of her face.

“Hey Punkin. Why you breathing so hard baby?”

“I was running up the stairs cause I heard my phone ringing from downstairs.”

“Oh well is Stack still at the house,” Cymone’s eyes flickered over to Stack to see him already staring at her with that same look in his eyes and an obvious bulge in his pants. She quickly cleared her throat and turned her attention back to her conversation with her grandma.

“Yes ma’am he’s still here.”

“Good, I’ll be pulling up to the house in about 5 minutes and I need y’all help getting groceries out the car.”

“Yes ma’am,” and with that Cymone hung up the phone and turned her attention back to the beautiful man sitting on her bed.

“Ganny’s gonna be back in 5. She need help getting the groceries out the car,” she said under her breath while pulling on her shirt and fixing up her hair so she could look presentable.

“Okay but this conversation aint over,” he said back as he too put his clothes back on causing Cymone to roll her eyes.

“And the next time Smoke gone be there.”

Fuck.

Note: Heyyyy, I'm a little late so sorry don't kill me. This is my first time writing a spicy scene and I'm so scared with how it turned it out but I wanted to use this to get my feet wet for when it's time to write real smut so yeah. I hope you all enjoy and pleaseeee lmk what you think!! See y'all next time!

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[starkwlkr]

Hi Jen!!!❤️❤️❤️

I saw your requests were open so possibly, social media au or not, Cillian Murphy’s or Christopher Nolan’s daughter (either one would be fine, but I saw your imagine about Nolan!reader x Cillian so maybe Cillian would be better, either one is fine though) dating Charles Leclerc or lando Norris

(I don’t know if this has been done yet but it feels very random, but it I saw you wrote for F1 and Cillian so I just thought of that crossover. Couldn’t decide which driver I wanted to request for so I’ll leave it up to you between Charles and lando)

But if you do, then thank you!!!

my favorite nepo baby | lando norris

faceclaim saorsie ronan (don’t hate me, yes ik there’s more irish actresses but i love saoirse) also i love this request, mixing random fandoms is my favorite thing ever

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danielricciardo happy birthday, lady bird

mclarentears WHAT

dannyric333 does daniel know everyone??

bottaszz you don’t understand THIS IS IMPORTANT TO ME

landonorris my favorite nepo baby

danielricciardo the nepo baby says thank you

landonorris tell the nepo baby to make an account

danielricciardo no - the nepo baby

landonorris i tried

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summer break

Y/n Murphy only knew Daniel Ricciardo because he had friends everywhere. It was only a matter of time before the Irish actress met the famous honey badger. Soon, his friends became her friends and the whole friend group was hanging out everywhere.

One of their hang out spots was the F1 paddock. Daniel insisted for Y/n to come to his favorite race, the Austin Grand Prix. It was no secret that Daniel is secretly a Texan so he wanted his new friend to experience the Texas atmosphere.

“We need to get you some boots and maybe a longhorns jersey. You’ll look so cool, trust me.” Daniel said as him, Heidi and Y/n walked into the AlphaTauri garage.

“He’s going to convert you into a Texan.” Heidi whispered to Y/n.

“Can you imagine me going home to my father speaking with a texas accent? He’ll have a stroke!” Y/n laughed.

“I bet that by the end of the day, you’ll love texas as much as I do.” Daniel smirked. “Maybe you’ll find a country boy you can take home to your old man.”

“Oh god, he’s going to have more strokes, die then come back and have more strokes.”

“Well then I can get you a British boy that won’t make your old man die.”

Y/n knew who Daniel was referring to. On the day of her birthday, which was a few days ago, Daniel showed her the comments that Lando had left on his post.

‘my favorite nepo baby’

While she told everyone she didn’t have an Instagram account, she had a secret one that only had about twenty followers which were close family and friends. She used that account to look at Lando’s account. She was going to lie, he was attractive.

“Just make an instagram! That boy keeps messaging me about you.” Daniel pleaded.

“I don’t use social media, I tried and I didn’t like it.” What a lie.

“Okay well can you at least talk to him? Wait, I should go with you, he might be the one having a stroke.”

So while Heidi stayed back in the garage, Daniel accompanied Y/n to the Mclaren garage so Lando could finally meet his favorite nepo baby. Y/n started to feel nervous, why? She didn’t know, she hardly knew Lando apart from his instagram posts.

“Hey Landoooooo!” Daniel dragged out the o.

“Is that Daniel Ric—” Lando’s voice stopped when he noticed who was standing beside Daniel.

“Is he having a stroke? I can’t tell.” Daniel whispered to Y/n.

“Hi . . . You’re y/n. Wow.” Lando tried to play it cool. “I’m Lando, but I’m guessing you already knew that because of the giant Australian yelling my name. Thank you Daniel.”

“Glad I could be of service. I have to go get ready, but you two go ahead and talk. Y/n, I’ve been told the Mclaren garage is the best spot to watch a race so . . bye!”

And all thanks to Daniel Ricciardo and his match making skills, your dad, Cillian, didn’t have a stroke when he finally met Lando.

[amoreva]

FEIGNING FOR YA

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CHAPTER 2

pairing: luke castellan x fem!reader

summary: the first signs of acknowledgement from your family about your relationship and planning and…Luke is a good fake boyfriend!

warnings: not proofread! slow burn, college au, smau, fake dating to dating, cursing, clarisse x chris, aged up! pjo charcters, yn is older sister figure to percy, luke and thalia are older sibling figures to annabeth, drinking

a/n: inspired by charlie’s recent boxing photos! ik it may be a little choppy, but i wanted to put smthg out there before i go on my trip. comments and feedbacks about writing are much appreciated!

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Ding!

A passive aggressive text shows up on your lock screen from Aunt Shelley. You were out with Silena, Clarisse and Thalia when the first signs of acknowledgment of your new relationship shows up.

The photo of your friend group covered by (now) two texts from Aunt Shelley:

Aunt Shelley

I wish you would tell us about this boy of yours before announcing it to the whole world.

3m ago

Kidding! He seems lovely.

1m ago

She was not kidding.

You sent back a short text, making up some excuse about why you haven’t said anything. Sure, you hard-launched the “relationship” intending for your family to see, but that backfired. Kind of.

Most of them didn’t care about social media yet they insisted on following you when you made an account.

Aunt Shelley

Tell him to buy brighter clothes for Easter!

now

At least they didn’t seem to recognize Luke’s mop of curls. Luke has only been to your house once in high school in freshman year. Well, Luke had matured since then and he did gain some meat on his bones. You wouldn’t blame them if they didn’t recognize him.

“Their reactions will be funnier when I introduce myself.” Luke mumbled with closed eyes. An arm wrapped around you abdomen. His thumb rubbing your side. Cheek pressed against your shoulder as he listened to you.

He insisted on taking a nap at your dorm to strengthen the image of your faux relationship, totally not because he was escaping his frat’s latest activities. It was something like a date auction or car wash.

“Do you plan on listening to my Aunt?” You asked, referring to Luke’s closet.

“Fuck, no.” Luke answered with ease.

“Will you at least be civil?” You asked and nudged your shoulder against his head.

Luke picked up his head and looked at you. “We’re supposed to be rebelling. Pissing off your parents for being judgy and shitty and what not.”

Honestly, you were hesitant on “rebelling”. Sure, it was just bringing Luke over and dating him because your parents hate him. But, you didn’t want your parents to hate you for being disrespectful nor rude.

Luke noticed your hesitation. He sighed through his nose. “Fine. I’ll play nice.” He laid his head back on your shoulder. “But you owe me take out if the food is bad over there.”

Believe it or not, Luke had become more docile. His touch more gentle and caring. His pocket always had chapstick now that he had a “girlfriend” again. Was he always like this with his other girlfriends?

You been there everytime Luke was in and out of relationships, but you never seen how he acted with his significant others.

And thankfully, being in a fake relationship with Luke was quite easy. The two of you know each other like the back of your hands. It was practically the normal platonic chemistry, just add cheek kisses, holding hands and flirting. No butterflies appeared and no hands got sweaty around him.

Perfect.

Because thinking about your best friend in romantic sense was the wrong pathway to go. It’s not like you have, just…think about all the movies and books. Usually they never ended well (you think).

“Charlie knows I called it. I knew it!” Silena exaggerated pridefully. Both of you were walking to your Art History Class. “The way you guys would look at each other and—gosh…I still can’t believe it.”

You laughed at your friend’s delusional nature. You can’t exactly pinpoint a time when Luke and you gave each other a look before this contract, but whatever helps Silena sleep at night.

The two of you sit at your usual seats and wait for the rest of the students to trickle in.

Ding!

Mom

Your father and I are very excited to meet this new boyfriend of yours!

now

You wondered if she remembered Luke. He did leave an impression on her. The first time Luke met your mother, he was a little excited and rowdy because you and him were going to stream a new movie that left theaters.

Your mother hated when the quiet in the house was broken when Luke and you were excitingly talking. “You’re like a fly, disrupting this environment.” She scoffed from the dining room and went upstairs to her room.

Safe to say, you hung out at Luke’s house from that day forward (you just gave him your Netflix password). Thankfully, Luke didn’t feel too hurt.

“Oh! I know.” Silena placed her notebook on the table. A suggestive grin on her face. “There’s this party we can go to and celebrate you lovebirds!”

“Silena, that’s not really necessary—”

“You gotta see it for yourself though!”

“See what?”

“That twinkle in their eyes.”

“What?”

The professor entered the lecture hall and began the lesson on art from the transcendentalist period. Twinkle? What twinkle? Like the stuff that romance novels describe when a character falls in love? Come on, that can’t be real.

“Like romance book twinkle?” You leaned over and whispered to Selene. She smiled knowing she had you hooked. Her pencil moved as she talked.

“Like when you get dressed for a party or a date and…and…” She tore her eyes away from you to look if she spelled a word right in her notes. “…they get that first look and their eyes light up like you’re their whole world.”

Your professor called you and Silena out for talking and the both of you quickly write down the notes. Though you both continue the conversation.

“Listen, our friend group doesn’t have to go party or go to a bar. Just suggest a date with Luke tonight and watch his eyes when you’re in your date night outfit.” Silena and you walk to the gym, scanning your ID and going through the turnstiles.

You look at your phone again.

Luke<3

boxing with beckendorf

13m ago

Silena and you walked towards the destination. The familiar black compression shirt and mop of chocolate curls appearing in your field of vision. His gray sweat matching his top.

Beckendorf was spotting Luke as he hit the punching bag in calculated movements. He shifted his weight between his two feet and with laser focus the material of the worn out glove made contact. Beckendorf grunted quietly. Luke could pack a punch.

It was kinda hot.

“Charlie!” Silena disrupted the practice to go hug her sweaty boyfriend. Luke and him must’ve have been taken turns hitting the punching bag.

Luke turned in your direction. A slow smile spread across his fast. He was quick to get his gloves off before greeting you with a forehead kiss. “Hey beautiful.” His hands resting on your waist.

If your next boyfriend wasn’t meeting the same standards as Luke was right now, you didn’t want him. Luke was practically the perfect boyfriend.

“We should go on a date tonight.” You suggested, obviously curious about this “twinkle” Silena was talking about.

Luke grabbed his gym bag and put away his boxing gloves. You grabbed him a white towel to wipe off his sweat. “Yeah? For what?” He drank some water and tossed his gym bag on his shoulder. “Your family being shitty to you again?”

Silena and Beckendorf said quick goodbyes and left the gym. You took out your body spray and spritzed Luke with it a couple of times. “No…” You made sure Silena and Beckendorf were gone. “Easter. We need to talk about Easter with my family?”

“What is there to talk about?” Luke asked and sat down on the wooden bench. You joined him. His musk covered by your body spray.

“I don’t know…like—” You paused trying to get the words out. “What we should do if like—my mother asks some stupid question. Or my aunt flirts with you or if my family ask you to prove we’re dating.”

“You’re not trying to get me to take you out and get you food are you?” Luke nudged your shoulder and teased.

“Yes.” You stated bluntly. “But more importantly, Easter.”

Luke and you decide to go out to dinner at a diner nearby. You made him shower and change first before anything. While he was at his dorm, you were struggling to pick and outfit to successful procure a twinkle.

You stood in front of your mirror, looking at your reflection. Clarisse was on her bed, reading a book for her English class. Though she got distracted by you numerous times.

After what it felt like the umpteenth time putting on different jeans and skirts and some sort of clothing combination, Clarisse pulled her headphones away from her ears. She could feel your frustration and dilemma. The hot-tempered girl was in your shoes once.

“Wear something casual, but cute.” Clarisse suggested and scanned her eyes over the clothes scattered on the floor.

“Like that with…that.” The articles of clothing made sense together, but would it give that twinkle you were curious about. It would have to do for now.

“When’s he picking you up?” Clarisse sat up. “I promise you, you’re overthinking this. It’ll be fine.”

You look at her after changing into the clothes she picked out. “I know, I just—what if this doesn’t work out?” Of course, you had in the rebelling against your parents with this relationship, but to Clarisse—you looked worried about your relationship with Luke.

“It will.” Clarisse reassured. “You’ve been best friends for how long?”

A couple of knocks rapped against your door. Clarisse gestured for you to take a deep breath before she went back to reading. You stalked over to the door and opened it.

“Go change.” You immediately stated upon seeing his shirt.

In big bright white letters, his shirt read “I <3 my girlfriend.” Forgot the twinkle, that stupid t-shirt was going to haunt you forever if you let Luke go out in that.

“What, why?” Luke whined, knowing exactly why.

“Luke! Go change or—or…” You hesitated to find a right threat.

“Helpful hint, sweetheart. If you’re going to threaten me, find a viable threat before you start it.” Luke called out and went to change.

You were going to strangle him. Maybe this relationship won’t be as easy managing as you thought. You were praying Easter will go how it’s planned or at least work in pissing off your parents.

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[lightlycareless]

Hi! As a Naoya fan, I really appreciate what you do for us and girl, I just love your works <33

So, Eh, I don't know how to say this... Can you write a fic about him where he has been married to a woman chosen for him by his clan but after so many years, he can't forget y/n? I mean, it's so cliché Ik, but I just can't get it out of my mind. It's like he really loved her and would've even eloped with her but at the end, it was y/n who asked him to go back to his clan since she knew that it was Naoya's fate to be the clan head. So, eventually y/n leaves and Naoya marries his wife and he gets to be the head of Zenin clan and later on, he kinds wishes his wife would give birth to a daughter so he could name her after y/n. Or maybe she does and while everyone expects him to torment the poor wife, he would silently pick up the baby and hug his daughter as if he wishes she was her baby?

so yeah, that's it, thank you anyway.

Hello!!!!!!!!

Omg thank you so much I'm soooo glad you like my work 🥹❤️

HNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGH this ask has been on my mind since it first popped up jfc you know how to torture me.

I have been working on a small fic too with a similar topic, it's not going to be that long as my other work but I think you'll find it enjoyable too hehe. ... if I ever get back to it. heheheh.

ajkghasjgha anyways, let's get right into it.

warnings: angst. mentions/implications of death and unaliving someone :s. naoya is really cruel when referring to his unborn child.

Happy reading!

“If we ever have a daughter, I would like her to be named Naomi”

Is the first thought that crosses Naoya’s mind upon learning that his wife is expecting a daughter.

But beyond that, there is no excitement. No glee in his eye upon learning he’s to become a father in just a matter of months, his seed finally taking root after many dutiful attempts.

“Why?”

“Because it’s a cute name. And I always thought it was adorable how your family named the children after their parents. You are no exception, Naoya.”

He should be happy, right? Glad that his efforts ultimately paid off.

“That’s not too cheesy, is it?”

“…I think I’ll be happy just to have a family with you, regardless of what the baby is named.”

That he was to have the cherished family he always dreamt of having with the love of his life, after so many years of solitude…

Except he wasn’t.

Because his wife, the one carrying his child, wasn’t you.

…

…

…

Ever since he lost you, for a lack of better words, nothing has been the same.

“A daughter… of all the possibilities. Let’s just hope she’s strong.” His father would say, disappointed by the announcement. Naoya remains quiet, uninterested to respond but still deep in thought.

“Do you think they’ll look like you?”

“I hope not.”

“Gee, why not? I know I haven’t seen pictures of you as a baby, but I’m sure you were a cute one!”

Because I want them to look like you.

The sole purpose of his futile life was gone. And with it, any semblance of concern. Care for all that happened around him, or anyone for that matter.

Including his supposed partner, the woman the Zen’in assigned him to marry and continue their legacy. Even when she stood before him, seeking comfort, or at least encouragement after seeing the doctor, to Naoya… she was simply not there.

“Naoya-sama.” She’d call to him once in the privacy of their room, right after the doctor had left. The woman named Taeko, had always been… loyal, meek, submissive. Never one to retort or do anything that wasn’t to please him.

Yet, as much as she had fooled his family, Naoya was still able to see right through her.

Taeko didn’t care about him; no, not at all. The only thing she truly she cared about was the heir. The money that came along with his title, the financial security this meant for her…

More so now that she was pregnant; dictating that even when divorced, she would never have to work a day in her life.

Perhaps if he hadn’t discovered what love was, then maybe he would’ve struggled to discover her true intentions. Unfortunately for them, he had met you, with whom he learned what it was to be happy for once in his life… a teaching that will forever live on within him, naturally making this marriage almost impossible to coexist with.

As well as painful, remembering that this is all he had left of you, besides memories.

Naoya keeps quiet even when his wife calls for him yet again, not bothering to lift his gaze from whatever it was that took his attention, nor requesting her to proceed.

She takes his silence as her cue to continue.

“I know having a daughter wasn’t in the plans, but…” Taeko said, stepping closer to him. Just a few inches away from touching him… “I am still excited to welcome this new stage in our life.”

Of course she is. Her future is firmly set, regardless of his family’s ideals and the baby’s gender.

“I was actually thinking of naming the child after you, to follow your clan’s tradi—”

“You will not do such thing.” Naoya scowls, swiftly turning around and pushing her away, the burning look of his enraged eyes reveals she’s reopened a painful wound she’ll perhaps never comprehend.

Nor care to do so, believing instead that his anger came from her supposed failure to bring a male heir onto the Zen’in clan; and not because of the privilege—no, the right she’s stripping away from you.

Because you are the only one that deserved to be the mother of his children, the one to name them, love them, raise them…

Not this poor excuse of a leech.

“I heard you were having a child… congratulations, Naoya.” Ranta begins, partially unsure on how to approach the future father, or to do so at all… eventually settling to go through with it anyway. An announcement like this must make anyone happy, right? “Although I never expected your first child to be a girl! I mean… I always thought you’d have a bo—”

“This isn’t what I want, and you know that.” Naoya coldly cuts through Ranta’s words, making him flinch. “So, spare me the theatrics.”

Ranta swallows, he is amongst the few, if not the only, who knows the truth, the depths of his relationship with you:

Or your supposed fate.

And how angry he got when he knew the truth… or what he suspected, anyways.

Your disappearance wasn’t a simple coincidence, a misfortune of fate.

It was a necessity for the Zen’in’s plans; you quickly became nothing less than a hindrance once Naoya announced his intentions of marrying you.

They couldn’t permit a woman of your background to become Lady of the House. An unruly, opinionated girl that went against every single one of their beliefs. Nor could they allow you to free Naoya from their grasp.

And so, they did what was necessary. Get rid of their obstacle, call it a simple disappearance, cold feet as others assured, and let everything fall back into place.

Leaving Naoya behind with his cruel family, yet again.

But they’d never admit it. They would just say that your family decided to search for better opportunities elsewhere, you tagging along.

Yet, the body of an unidentified woman found in the middle of a forest near your home would indicate—

“—What are you going to do?” Ranta asks.

“There’s nothing for me to do.” Naoya frowns. “The only person I ever loved, the one person I should’ve never let go… is gone, and now, I’m stuck in this nightmare, alongside a woman that wants nothing from me but my money. Just like everyone always is.”

Ranta wishes to deny his accusations, but he couldn’t bring himself to lie to his grieving friend. It would insult him, and you.

“…But…”

“But what?” Naoya retorted.

“…Well, you should at least… consider the baby. They—they shouldn’t be held accountable for what their mother has—”

“Don’t even dare call that thing my child.” He coldly declares. “It may have my name, but that thing is not mine. What assurance do I have that it is? She could’ve easily bedded anyone to get the job done!”

“Naoya! You— you shouldn’t say that!”

“Can you prove the contrary?”

“No—but it’s not right to make these assumptions either!”

“Then what do you suggest, dear friend of mine?”

“I… I think you—"

Have to let her go.

It becomes clear to Ranta how gravely he had underestimated the wound your absence had inflicted on Naoya’s heart—but perhaps he never wanted to admit such thing, for it would only remind his friend of what he once had and now lost forever.

But no matter how much he wished to act the fool, there was no hiding his heightened destructive tendencies, his aggravating isolation, which he already did with people he didn’t like, rising tensions between members alike, forcing them to steer clear of Naoya if they wished to live another day; or pester his father about the misbehavior of his son, forcing him to burden his wife with duties of cheering him up, or something if she wished to stay at the estate—

All for naught, for she had effectively ceased to exist the moment she announced her pregnancy. For the following 9 months, Naoya wouldn’t look her in the eye, even when sleeping in the same bed. Not that there were many opportunities to do so, for he eventually confined himself to whatever other room was available, officially dictating their marriage as unsalvageable.

Some took it as a reflection of his disappointment, a rightful reaction to have towards a female successor.

But Ranta knew better. Those close to him knew the truth.

He was openly reproaching his wife for having taken your place.

So naturally, he wasn’t there when Taeko went into labor. He wasn’t attentive to her calls, desperate pleads of companionship and support—he simply walked past her cries as she gave birth to his child and headed straight into the training grounds, just what he had exuberantly done these past few months to distract himself.

Yet, as much as he wished to run away from his reality, he wouldn’t be able to escape his duties, forced by relatives alike to go and meet the mother of his daughter to officially recognize her. Regardless of the brewing animosity between the two, if there were no other suitable candidates, this baby was still to be the future of the Zen’in, and thus, necessary to name.

Naoya doesn’t bother to wonder on who’d the child would look like the most, still, he knows he’ll hate it even more if she ends up a carbon copy of her mother—would it even matter if she took more after him instead?

Nonetheless, curiosity manages to get the best of him when entering the room where his wife and child awaited, walking past the midwives and straight to his so-called partner, leaning close to the small bundle wrapped in a white blanket, making up his mind in effectively cutting her out of his life if she ends up looking like Taeko.

But when he begins to get a glimpse of her small face…

The most unexpected happens.

As if the child knew her father was near, she slowly opens her eyes, revealing a golden gaze that reinstates her relationship to him—followed by a small patch of his black hair on top of her head, the shape of his eyes…

But most importantly, the words you once confided to him during the intimacy of the night.

“I want them to have your eyes. Your nose. Your hair. Your smile. I want the world to see all the things I love from you through our children.”

As well as your burning desire to have children that looked just like him, even when he hoped otherwise.

He doesn’t know what it was. Certainly not the excitement of having a life permanently intertwined with a woman he didn’t love; but something about your memory, how much you desired this moment, the innocence that engulfed such child, one that he only thought possible through you, his features shown through her, and how vulnerable she felt once in his arms…

Naoya found it unnecessary to wonder what kind of reaction you would have, still, he liked to imagine the brightness in your face, the love in your eyes, the grin on your lips: to be overjoyed to finally have a family with him, eagerly waiting to live out the future that waited for the three.

If this is the way you’d continue to live on, then he’d honor such memory; one last insult to the family that had continuously hurt him over and over again, through merits they would never wipe away, no matter how much they’d try—

“The name, for the child.” The midwife asks, moving closer to Naoya.

Under his own conditions.

“Y/N— Y/N Zen’in.” Naoya declares, softly looking down onto the child. “That will be her name.”

“Wh—What!?” The mother gasps, quickly understanding the implications behind his selection, followed by a futile attempt to make him reconsider, stop him from removing her existence!

But he had long erased her from his consideration, declaring that she was to have no relationship with the child, opting to raise her himself, his sole successor; Taeko would have whatever she needed to live a comfortable life, but that was it.

Naoya would give his daughter all that she needed to strive as a sorcerer, or whatever else she’d decide to pursue.

He’d swore to love her and raise her, protect her from the cruelties of this world, do all in his power to make her happy… but most importantly:

Treat her as if she had been yours.

Essentially, dunno if I managed to convey that, yes; you were killed. an act that scared your family away and left Naoya without knowing what ever happened.

Also, I'm debating whether to write a small epilogue hehe. I have written a bit extra after this but decided to cut it out.

AND OF COURSE the name... originally I was going to name his wife Kayako but I've decided to take advantage of the animosity we feel against the name Taeko and there you have it :))) 🖕 bye Taeko.

Ngl this was sad for me to write; I always hated/enjoyed the topic of Naoya marrying off someone else because of reasons, though it was clear he always longed for you and viceversa. Or not. I just like angst 😭 and fortunately, this isn't the last time we're going to see something like this :) I do have something I'm working on, I just gotta connect the dots. I intend it to be quite short anyways.

Anyhow, thank you so much for sending in this ask!!! 😭 it was such a treat to torture myself with.

Take care, and hope to see you soon!!! ❤️❤️

[muttering-folklore]

(I punch a hole through your wall)

HI MICK 😡😡 HOW ARE YOU, I HOPE YOURE DOING OKAY😡‼️

I'd like to request more Clopin Headcanons because the last ones were really awesome (maybe some Headcanons for Phoebus as well?) ok that's all BYE

HEY?????? MY FUCKING WALL!!!!!!! WHAAT

(i’m doing okaaaaay i hope you are as well)

also ew no how DARE you request headcanons from me especially after you broke my wA— HEY NO DONT GO UNDER THE CUT THEYRE DEFINITELY NOT UNDER THERE. HEY. HEY—

CLOPIN HCSSSSS

he probably has to make his own paint for his injuries and dye for his jester clothes out of plants (i’m not VERY knowledgeable about this but i know they used like. flowers and shit back in the day) so he’s probably pretty good at identifying different types of plant and knowing what colour they’d make when crushed and turned into paint or dye or ink or whatever. probably sells any excess pigment he makes to people for extra cash

pierced his own ear one night. wasn’t even dared to do so he was literally just like “hell yeaaahhh earring time”

double jointed or uncannily flexible. a borderline contortionist. constantly doing tricks and backflips and general annoying gymnastics stuff because it’s incredibly easy for him to do so and also because his Bones Ache if he sits still for more than 3 seconds. i think someone pointed out you barely see him walk or run bc hes always just tumbling around

cant read very well & can only really write a couple names (including his own) so he has someone write his lyrics down for him via dictation if he wants to record them. doesn’t rlly bring it up a lot & occasionally plays it for laughs but he’s secretly a little annoyed other people find it easy to learn how to read & write

he has kids but he doesn’t interact with them much when they’re outside of the court because he doesn’t want to put them under any danger considering he’s like.. the leader/scapegoat of the Rromani. i saw someone say that if someone was referred to as a “king” then that was typically someone sacrificed so the other Rromani people could flee semi-safely & i thought it was a neat idea so i adopted it into my belief system. it was explored in a fic i read that i thought was super good i’ll link it in the replies

was the one to Acquire djali and wasn’t rlly sure what to DO with him. mentioned possibly eating him as a last resort maybe and esmeralda was like ABSOLUTELY FUCKING NOT and took the goat in 😭

captain feeble my loved and beloathed

mentioning the sequel off the bat IM SORGY but i feel like he was secretly super relieved when zephyr didn’t show any interest in wanting to join the army/had an interest in juggling/took after esmeralda etc. has horrible ptsd (canon in the musical) and would not wish for anybody to experience what he did on anybody, even his worst enemy. he struggles sleeping sometimes because he’s plagued with nightmares, especially after the siege on the notre dame. all the noise and sights of the people fighting were almost too familiar to him.

talks to achilles. little things like ranting to him after a bad situation with someone, filling him in on their daily schedule/what they have to do that day. he’d also spend hours grooming him and making him look pretty because it’s both relaxing AND satisfying. soldiers typically had very strong bonds with their horses for getting through war together so ik that horse is basically his bestie. he’d walk into his & esmeralda’s house during spring or summer when achilles is shedding hair like crazy and just get horse hair everywhere LMFOAO esmeralda would make him sweep it up. he’d also probably sell the hair or use it in pillows and mattresses or whatever as stuffing :)

its a fairly popular hc in fics (at least the ones ive read) where if he loses his job as captain he does little odd jobs or physical labour tasks and i think it’s absolutely so true. he’s literally down for anything. you’d say you have a job for someone to do and he’d just bound over like I’LL DO IT before you even tell him what it is he’s signing up for. he’s literally not picky at all & will just gladly do jobs other people would instantly refuse to do

straying into a semi romantic area here but like… carding your fingers through his hair is essentially his shut-off button. if he’s fighting sleep and you do that? oh brother. he’s gone. he’s not waking up for a solid 9 hours. extra brownie points if you hum to him while you do so.

it’s like he has a 6th sense for danger. if one of his friends (or zephyr tbh) are doing something kinda stupid that’ll lead to injury or tears at the very least he’ll just sort of…… Know. and maybe join in, activity-depending. he’ll rock up all “wtf are you doing you’ll get hurt” and then be like “wait lmao that seems super fun. can i join in.”

evilly projecting onto him but he cannot wear a hat without looking ridiculous. his helmet is literally the only exception to that rule.

he lets esmeralda shave him because of that “i just shaved!” line from when they first met. it’s really sweet but he cANNOT STOP BEING AFFECTIONATE so it takes a legitimate age for them to finish. he’s just looking up at esme like “🥺🥺🥺 you look so good today babe you look so nice.” and she’s holding a razor like “stfu and stop trying to kiss me you’re getting your ye olde shaving foam EVERYWHERE. let me do this”

[elendsessor]

Posted this in a Discord server and I’m gonna post it here too :3

Thinking about name etiquette Okay this is partially inspired by a comic I saw once but considering Strohl is only referred to as Leon in his follower link stuff iirc, I wonder how much he actually likes his name, or prefers Strohl, etc.

I was initially thinking maybe they use house names similar to roussainte (ex. Hulkenberg) but Guiabern is never used to address Louis. Even then, Louis’s name isn’t nearly as long.

Maybe it also has something to do with his parents likely going by Haliaetus so he prefers not to due to his feelings towards his lineage? Could be just a noble thing but he was raised as a noble and takes pride in it.

I wonder, then, if Strohl ever gave permission for Will to call him Leon. He does openly consider him his best friend and closest ally, their bond is definitely the tightest in the game at least for Strohl relationship-wise. First name basis tends to be reserved for friends.

Ik he—along with everyone else in the party—uses Captain to refer to Will, but that’s because of the player name insert thing. I do HC that “Captain” is a nickname Will reserved for close allies. Can’t help but wonder if that’s the same for Strohl.

Maybe they just use it when they’re alone. Maybe Strohl’s too embarrassed by it but lets Will use it occasionally. Too much to think about yes I’ll probably write about it but…. ahehdhfbcn I love it so much augh

[noitsbecky127]

rebecca watches ds9: rejoined

ok I know about this episode. I think every lesbian knows about this episode. if not that, then every nerdy lesbian at least

jadzia has 300 years of life experience and she is using it to do magic tricks

her and julian are peak wlw/mlm solidarity

a trill science team is coming and jadzia’s gonna be a girlkisser about it

oh lenara is hot

jadzia: she used to be my wife

kira: ok so i have a chance

that line must have been INSANE to hear in 1995

quark is trying so hard to keep jadzia’s past lives straight

jadzia’s been teaching julian some tricks lmao

oh this conversation with kira and julian HITS

is it just me or is it kind of fucked up that joined trill are supposed to prioritize the worm over themselves

“i’ll be fine” - woman absolutely out of her mind with love

someone free worf from socializing

i feel like kira is looking at lenara like “if jadzia doesn’t fuck you i will”

i love how the entire party has stopped to watch sapphic worm interactions

i am in support of the “throw ourselves at each other, trill society be damned” option

“we’re both mature adults and we can handle this” famous last words right there

technobabble time. why would i ever care about technobabble when there are wlw

oh god jadzia is trying so hard to NOT be alone with lenara

interesting how they’re trying to separate themselves from their past lives, normally jadzia refers to dax’s past lives as “i did x” or “i met y” without issue

julian is about to be the third wheel of all time

losing my shit at his face here. he’s about to faceplant right into his dinner

live julian reaction

the plan to get him to chaperone was COMPLETELY ineffective

oh god they have been spotted h*lding h*nds

pren shut the fuck up challenge

the science succeeded but i do not care

is jadzia doing some weird-ass sit ups here or what

i don’t know how any wlw in 1995 survived watching this. this scene would drive me to madness if i was watching 30 years ago

my heart hurts

god this is so painful to watch knowing that this episode will end with them saying goodbye forever

when i’m done with the show i’m gonna look for fics where jadzia and lenara decide to pay that price. i’m sure they’ve been written

the defiant has been damaged and i don’t care. how am i supposed to give a damn about plot in these conditions

oh god is lenara gonna die tragically and it’ll all come full circle

walking on a forcefield! that’s awesome

lenara lives!!!

ok ik i didn’t say anything for the last like seven minutes of that episode and that’s bc i was fucking mesmerized. my eyes were glued to the screen and i could not think of a single thing to type that could express what i’m feeling. there are tears in my eyes. i hate this ending but it’s the only one this episode could ever have had when it was made. my heart is absolutely shattered. this is my new favorite episode of star trek

[enbyleighlines]

@ikesorenxoxo

I’ll be honest, I’m kinda struggling with this one! I already wrote a lot about the house/cottage I think Ike and Soren will eventually live in when they finish their travels here. (Though be aware, it also contains Ike/Ranulf, so if you’re not into that, I basically said:

They settle down in Hatari, on the outskirts of a small village

It’s near the Desert of Death, so Mist and the other Greil Mercs can come visit and stay with them for vacation and stuff

They buy a small house, and Ike expands on it to build a porch, and Soren has his own garden in the backyard where he grows herbs for both food and magic

Their porch is visited by lots of cats

I think I also once mentioned that Soren would have his own private office/library connected to the main bedroom, but I don’t know where.

So I think I have “cottage” pretty well covered at this point.

As for the first prompt… oof.

It sounds like a very Soren thing to say, but I can’t imagine Ike ever putting him in a position to say it. Like, sure, Ike can be dense, and he’s oblivious to Soren’s feelings for far too long, but once he’s made aware of Soren’s feelings, I can’t imagine Ike ever rejecting Soren in any capacity.

I suppose in certain circumstances, Soren might rationalize to himself that Ike would be better off without him, and try to distance himself for Ike’s sake, but…

As far as I’m concerned, the “Ike takes Soren with him to go traveling” ending is canon, and in those circumstances, Soren has already pretty much determined that he belongs with Ike. Because while Soren is prone to self-deprecation, he is also a rather selfish individual, especially when it comes to Ike.

I guess the closest related headcanon I can give you is this:

There are some people who object to using possessive words like “mine” or “belongs to” when it comes to lovers. Ike and Soren would piss those people off, because they are constantly referring to one another as “mine”. Soren, especially, makes it clear that he feels like he belongs to Ike, and that Ike belongs to him. Ike doesn’t say it nearly as much, but rest assured that he very much feels the same way.

Perhaps it’s because they bonded through shared trauma, or maybe it’s because they both tend to be very intense people, but there is nothing casual about their love.

They are both very, very serious about each other… to the point that it probably unsettles people from time to time.

I hope this is at least somewhat close to what you wanted!! Thanks for the prompt~

[error-dark]

"But Nobody Came..." (SAMS Tangled AU... sort of)

(TW: manipulation, violence, mentions of death, and kidnap. Basically, this fanfic has dark themes in it.)

(Also, wanted to mention that this Tangled AU of mine is a bit messy, ik i'm aware. then again, this is also a what-if situation with Ruin still giving Mother Gothel. I'll let it speak for itself. )

(Calm: the calmer twin. Blood: the aggressive twin. They/them pronouns used for Bloodmoon when refer to both twins. He/him pronouns to individual twins.)

“I tried to warn you, brothers. They only see you as monsters that you were built to be. And that’s the only thing they’ll see you as.”

The Bloodmoon twins sat in silence while Ruin fixed their broken parts. Neither of them didn’t know what to say, or even have anything to say. They just continued staring down at the ground when Ruin finished.

“There! Good as new! This never happened! You never went out and tried to bond with any of them, especially with that “Nice” Eclipse guy. Now I’m sure you two are hungry. I’ll be getting you packets of fresh blood, your favorite!”

The twins didn’t bother to glance up.

Ruin sighed. “I hope you two learn from this. And I do hope you’ll listen to my warnings for now on.” He left the room after adding that last part.

“Brother?” Calm was the first to speak up. “Is Ruin right? About everything? About us?”

“We were made to kill and be unhinged. That’s all we know since…” Blood paused.

“Since…?”

“…July 16th.”

“That date… We controlled that Sun-man, didn’t we? We killed a lot, didn’t we?”

“Eclipse turned us on for the first time that day, too. And-“ Blood gasped as he covered their mouth and eyes widen.

Calm was about to ask what was wrong when he also had the sudden realization. They may not have their original memories, but they figured out what else really happened. Everything that they’ve gone through with Eclipse and Lunar, even Kill Code. There were also some visions of them either torturing or attempting to kill Sun and Moon (they couldn’t tell themselves).

But most importantly, they figured out that they were nothing more than just a killer puppet to Ruin. He was not a brother or family. Solar, Nice Eclipse, was. Or at least the closest person they could call “family”.

They must’ve bumped into some selves or something from behind. But they did not care. However, Ruin heard and went into the room.

“Brothers? Is everything all right?”

“We are Solar’s brothers, aren’t we?” Calm spoke out first.

Ruin scoffed out of annoyance. “Speak up, Bloodmoon. You know how I feel about the mumbling.”

“We are Solar’s brothers, aren’t we?” Blood stated louder. He and Calm then glared up at Ruin as they stood. “Did we mumbled, ‘brother’? Or should we even be calling you that?” Calm asked.

“Do you even hear yourselves, Bloodmoon? Why would you ask such ridiculous question?” Ruin was about to place a hand on their shoulder. But the twins shoved him off.

“It was you!” Calm shouted. “It was all you and Eclipse!” Blood added.

“Don’t you see? Everything I did was to help you, give you a life you never had with that monster!”

Blood shoved Ruin out of their way as he walked out the room. Ruin called out for them, but they didn’t stop.

“As if you’re any different from him! We’re nothing but a killing machine, a puppet for you to pull the strings and control! We were never family to begin with! Well, we’re puppets no more!” Blood stopped to turn and face Ruin.

“Where will you go? No one will be there for you. None of the Sun and Moon family, not even him!”

“What do you mean?” Calm asked with a glare.

“That little package I sent you two to set up in the Daycare, it will explode and kill them all! And all evidence will point at you!”

Blood begun to panic. Calm did his best to comfort his brother.

“Now, now, it’s all going to be okay,” Ruin started as he approached closer. “All of this is as it should be.” He was about to pat their head when Blood grabbed his wrist with force.

“No! You were wrong about us! You were wrong about understanding us! You only wanted to use us, our programming, to do your dirty work! And we will never let you make us your puppets again!”

Ruin struggled to set himself free. When he did, he tumbled back, hitting a desk that was behind him. Bloodmoon stared at him angerly before they started taking their leave.

“You want me to be the bad guy? Fine, now I’m the bad guy.”

Without warning, Ruin shocked Bloodmoon. The twins fell onto the floor, screaming in pain. Before they could even get a change to shock him back, Ruin chained them up and disabled their ability to shock him. He even used a cloth nearby to cover their mouth so no one could hear their screams (not that anyone would be able to hear them anyways).

The twins tried everything they could do. They tried to scream, beg, kick, but none of them worked. Yet, they were still determined to fight for their lives. They wanted and needed to escape from Ruin.

Tears. Tears were coming out from their eyes. They weren’t scared. They were terrified for the first time.

Flashbacks encountered of when they caught Lunar and tortured him, almost killing him. They knew how Lunar felt now.

More flashbacks encountered of when they were controlling Sun, using his body to kill like he was their puppet. They finally understood how he felt.

They didn’t want to die. Not like this at least. They wanted a better life. At least someone else that understood them and wouldn’t treat them the way they’ve been.

But their body was getting tired of fighting back. Every time they try, Ruin just tugged on the chains more. It felt hopeless.

They tried calling for help one last time even though it came out as a muffled scream.

…But nobody came.

[dem0nguy]

MEOWWWW!!!! PLEASEE!!! ON MY KNEES… tell me about your ocs mootie… or send me some refs please plea please alsjslsbsmsknsn. Esp bonesss… please plea se. (Is so normal right now)

Send it to me Rachel,,, send it to me pleaseeee /ref

JSHFHSJDJFJJS OFC MOOTIE‼️‼️

Okokok so first I wanna give some background, bc I’ve had these babies for ~5 years and I recently overhauled their designs/lore and now im obsessed.

They used to be my old gacha ocs (back in the good ol days 😔) but they had a very uh… fucked up story, to say the least. (Rider used to be some sort of mary sue 0-0) The story was so all over the place that I’m not sure I can properly explain it. But that’s exactly why I rewrote it :3

So the story revolves around two main characters, Rider and Cody.

Rider is a (secret) agent at the Bureau of Magical Containment and Research, aka the BMCR. He’s technically not supposed to be working there. Because yk, child labor laws. But the BMCR has a tendency to skirt around laws and get away with it.

Rider was only able to join the BMCR because of Bones, who became his guardian after both his parents died. (Ik thats the most typical tragic oc lore, but like, bare with me ;-;)

He was indoctrinated into the BMCR when he was 10, and because of Bones’ assistance, he earned the codename, “Free-Rider.” (Most people just call him Rider, but other BMCR operatives he isn’t personally connected to use his full codename)

He has a real name, but he doesn’t use it anymore. It reminds him too much of his parents and how much he misses them. He goes by the alias “Rider Youngson,” and picked “Rider” as his first name as a reference to his codename. To him, it symbolizes a new era in his life.

Rider wears a mask to hide the tattoo on his cheek. (There’s a lot of lore behind tattoos/markings but it would take forever to explain, so long story short, it’s related to class and is typically changed based on occupation.) Kids under 18 aren’t supposed to have full time jobs, and especially aren’t supposed to work at a highly sensitive government organization. So yk, he’s gotta hide it.

(Sometimes he uses makeup, but he’s lazy 90% of the time and just throws on a mask. (It’s also pretty normal for people to wear masks, bc he lives in a big city and disease is RAMPANT))

His current goal is to graduate high school, and then go to legally work at the BMCR full time. But that kinda changes once he meets Cody >:3

He actually has a mission called “Operation Deadpride” and for as cool as it sounds, it’s really simple. All he’s supposed to do is be on the lookout for magical anomalies, report them to the BMCR, then go with a team to capture it.

He has a cool ass motorcycle, bc silly :3

Also his favorite artist would be Rhianna (he would also listen to Katy Perry, Kesha, Chase Atlantic, and The Chainsmokers (I have a whole playlist for this guy and it’s all I listen to now…))

Okay now Bones. Bones’ full codename is “Bone-Crusher,” because he’s trained in a fighting style that allows him to easily break the opponent’s bones. (No one knows where tf he learned it, and he refuses to teach it to anyone except Rider)

(Unrelated but he uses he/him pronouns and he’s aroace :] )

He was good friends with Rider’s parents, which is why he volunteered to take Rider in. He trains Rider incredibly hard, both mentally and physically. He says it’s to “catch him up” and “get him on everyone else’s level” But Rider thinks he just likes making him suffer.

Bones welds an electrically charged halberd. It kind of acts like a taser, but he can adjust the intensity to instantly kill someone/something. (He doesn’t like doing that though, and refrains from it.)

He’s a very secretive guy, and only has one or two other friends. To most, he comes off as a hard-headed workaholic. He’s been loyal to the BMCR long before he joined it, or, has he..? >:3

Finally, I’ll go over Cody (this is getting too long 0-0)

Cody is the second main character, and he’s relatively normal. He’s got a younger stepbrother, a dad and a stepdad, and a happy little life :3

One problem, she’s got magic in a world that fears magic.

Cody has the ability to create portals, really strong ones too. But she’s got to be really careful when using her powers or else the BMCR will find her and kill her.

Their biological mom died during childbirth, so they never got to meet her. (Casey’s mom left to get the milk, so they never met her either lol)

Cody’s very strong academically, and is working to get into a good college to get a degree in biology or something else science related. (She’s not entirely sure yet.) He gets straight A’s, takes too many AP classes for his own good, and is beloved by all the teachers.

Then he meets Rider.

They share science class together, and get partnered up for a project. After that, they become “hey I don’t hate you as much as everyone else how about we bullshit these assignments together” acquaintances

Rider is relatively popular in comparison to Cody. People like talking to him, and invite him to parties (that he never goes to.) Cody is more of a recluse, she has a few friends here and there, but spends most of her time focusing on schoolwork.

She dyes her hair black, their natural hair color is a dark red :3

Eventually, Cody accidentally reveals their powers to Rider. So Rider makes it his new mission to capture Cody and turn them in to the BMCR.

Rider doesn’t actually tell the other agents about Cody, because he wants to handle something by himself for once. And when he finally gets around to telling them, they don’t believe him.

Bones thinks he just has a crush on Cody and he’s just making up excuses to hang out with him. (He’s not wrong tbh)

There’s SO much more, but I don’t wanna make you read an essay pookie. I hope you enjoy this little blurb tho :D

[kierancaz]

Ok so I just watched episode 5 of the pjo show and honestly I might get dragged for this but I have some very real criticisms of it that I want to share. And if you enjoy the show that’s fine, I’m enjoying it to but at the same time I have a lot of issues with it and want to talk about it because I think being able to be real and critical of stuff that you like is important.

I think I’ll start with the pacing because that’s my biggest issue with it rn. It is moving so fast it feels like it’s just doing the spark notes version of the book. And ik we are all on the train of adaptations not having to be exactly like the book anymore, (which is literally just a thing that came about bc of this show and if it was any other show to book movie I think ppl would have a different tune but that is an entirely different conversation that maybe I’ll talk about later because I find it very interesting tbh), but the show is cutting out a lot of stuff that I feel was very important to the characters and in the books. I don’t know if this us because of the episode count or the episode length of if it’s the right, maybe it’s all three, but I feel like because the pacing is so fast the story is just breezing past a lot of emotional beats.

Which brings me to my next point. I have not felt a single thing watching any of these episodes. In fact I felt more about this show when I watching a single clip from episode 5 on TikTok than I did while watching the actual episode even at that clip. The show is so bad at building tension for literally anything. And I know everyone hates the movies and all that but the movies scene with Mrs Dodds had more tension and life than the scene did in the show. And I’ve heard people dispute “oh Percy has been seeing stuff all his life he probably thought that this was just that and didn’t realize it was real” but that has nothing to do with this. Why didn’t Mrs Dodds lead him away from all the other students? Why would she attack him in broad daylight when she’d aware that Chiron and a satyr are there? Or even if she didn’t know Chiron was there if she knew there was a demigod there she should’ve at least suspected the presence of a satyr.

The chimera fight was also very disappointing. Now I don’t remember exactly how this fight went in the books or in the movies but I don’t need to remember to know that this fight as equally tensionless and emotionless as the Mrs Dodds fight. And yah, they’re kids, it doesn’t need to be some epic battle or anything, but there should be tension. We should feel a least a little nervous even if we know what’s going to happen. Ngl. I don’t even know what to say about the Medusa fight bc I don’t even remember what happened. I don’t remember what happened in the books when it came to Medusa besides Percy cutting off her head and sending it to the gods. I’d definitely have to reread the books again before I comment on the change of theme surrounding Medusa and like half of the main theme of the series because Rick did some serious reconning with this stuff but unfortunately my books are lost somewhere in my basement.

I do think the Minotaur fight was fine really good though. The bond between Percy and his mom was built up really well and it was pretty devastating with that last scene between them. You could really feel the impact that Sally’s “death” had on him. However, it was so fucking dark it was hard to see half of what was happening and I’m gonna talk about that more later.

The next thing I want to talk about is the acting/casting. And before anyone says anything this has nothing to do with Annabeth being black or Percy not having black hair. Their characters feel flat and honestly I think that if it’s anyone’s fault it’s the directors and the script. I’ll use Walker as a reference because he’s the only one I’ve seen in anything else, in The Adam Project he was brilliant. Like there were multiple times where his performance alone had me in tears. That movie had me ugly sobbing at least three times and Walker was definitely part of the reason why.

In the pjo show he just feels… dull. And a tad bit lifeless which is baffling. How do you even make a character like Percy Jackson that, I’m sorry to say but, boring. Even the movies managed to give him more personality than the show, and I genuinely hate to say that but if I had to rank all the Percy’s show Percy is at the bottom which is so hard to say because Walker is perfect for this role but still he has more Percy Personality in that Kraft Mac and Cheese ad that he did with Ryan Reynolds. I do realize that part of this could be because we don’t have Percy’s inner monologue, sorta like what happened with Harry in Harry Potter, but there are ways to combat that like having a character be more expressive and stuff and that is also just not happening.

*(Also if anyone of curious my Percy Ranking goes 1: book Percy, 2: musical Percy, 3: movie Percy, 4: show Percy).

Speaking of expressiveness, Leah as Annabeth is also very disappointing because in her interviews she seems so Annabeth and I can see why Rick choose her but in the show all of her lines are delivered the exact same and the most emotion we get from her is a pinch of her eyebrows. And it’s a similar issue with Walker because he doesn’t emote that much either and neither does Aryan so I’m definitely thinking that it’s an issue with the directing instead of the actors. I don’t have much to say about Aryan. He’s ok, he has the same issues as the others of just not having a lot of emotion or very good dialogue/line delivery but again I don’t think that’s his fault and instead the direction of the show.

Listen I think they’re all incredible and the chemistry that they have in interviews is amazing. But the fact that I can see more of their characters in interviews than the actual show is insane, especially because it’s so obvious they all care about their characters and the world of Percy Jackson so much that I think if they were left on their own they could do this show perfectly but someone behind the scenes is stamping down their performances for the sake of the show taking itself too seriously.

Charlie and Dior were both great for the screen time they had. I mean not much to say about them tbh bc they didn’t have that much screen time but Dior’s scream after her spear was broken was literal gold. Adam Copeland as Ares was amazing and Lin Manuel Miranda as Hermes is quite possibly the worst thing that they could’ve ever done.

I know a lot of people were praising the change they made with Annabeth and Percy’s relationship and how that instead of disliking each other because of their parents they disliked each other because of bad personal impressions. But honestly I have to disagree. If I remember correctly Annabeth disliked him because he was son of Poseidon, and Percy disliked Annabeth because she was rude to him. And to me that made perfect sense because Annabeth was literally being indoctrinated by the gods/what they teach at camp for years/half her childhood why wouldn’t she hate Percy based solely on the fact her mom hates his dad? And I think that was actually kind of important as a character trait and I’m pretty bummed it was changed. (Ngl tho like I said earlier I haven’t read the books in a long time so I could be wrong about this, I’m just basing this off what other people have said about the beginning of their relationship in reference to the show and the books).

Also going back to what I said about the lighting ‼️SPOILERS FOR EPISODE 5 ‼️this really pissed me off because so many shows do this and it only started becoming a real problem in recent years. In episode 5 when Percy and Annabeth are entering the amusement park it is so goddamn dark I could not see what was happening. I have no idea what that machine over Percy’s head at the entrance was or looked like. I don’t know why it made him so scared because I could not see it. I could not see their faces as they were talking. I could literally barely see where they were when they panned out to show them walking through the amusement part and this makes no sense to me. You have this huge elaborate set that I would really like to see but it is so dark the only things I can make out is a ferris wheel and maybe a bumper car? I could not see shit, it was so annoying and so many new shows do this where the scenes at night are just so dark you cannot see anything. And I get that sometimes it’s intentional, you’re not supposed to see what’s going on, but this is not one of those scenes so why am I having such a hard time finding our main characters?

I really need to reread the books again and when I do I will add more to this probably or just remake the post. But so far I think the show is really mediocre and pretty disappointing, and I think it’s important to point this stuff out and not just heap piles of praise onto the show just because it’s written by the og writer of the book. We’re definitely going to get more seasons and I would like those seasons to be better than this one and actually let the actors shine and for the show to reflect what was so amazing about the books. Also, I just want to say that there are moments/stuff that I like about the show and as critical as I am of it it’s because I like the series, not because I’m just trying to be a hater. But seriously, I used to hate the movies with every fiber of my being but because of the show I have a new found appreciation for them, which I think that in and of itself says a lot about how the show has been so far.

[adaricruz]

hi! usually scared to send asks to people but i would like to hear your connor headcanons because i want to know the lore behind all of your extremely pretty connor drawings

HII omg dont be !! pls feel free to send stuff whenever !! ok so i have TONS of connor hc’s ( i’ve been writing as him & for him for years now ) but here’s my faves + the ones that are usually present in my art . ( gotta mention that some are very personal & self indulgent bc i see myself in connor a LOT 😭 ) tw for a quick mention of razors .

- i made a post abt this hc here but i’m adding it because it’s the main reason why i use a certain color for connor’s hair , & that is that connor is a ginger ( just like zoe & cynthia ) & he dyes his hair a darker color so he doesn’t look much like them ( & he doesn’t get associated with zoe much at school ) he usually uses a dark brown or even black , but it’s usually very sloppy so his hair ends up being patchy in some areas or just not dark enough .

- connor uses he / they pronouns mostly bc they’re very detached to his gender identity because they don’t feel human most of the time . connor looks in the mirror & doesn’t think ‘ boy ‘ , most of the time he thinks ‘ failure ‘ , ‘ disappointment ‘ , ‘ monster ‘ . he’s also unlabeled & mostly finds male presenting ppl attractive but has been with female presenting ppl a few times . ( i’ll mostly use he / him in tags but in my writing i will use both set of pronouns ! )

- ik freckles have been a recurring headcanon for connor throughout the years in the fandom but i wanna add it too bc his freckles mean so much to me . a connor without freckles is like an angel without its wings likeee ! ( i usually add freckles to charas that i like tho ) they are usually more present over his cheeks , shoulders & chest . some on his hands & thighs too . for a while , connor fucking HATED them , & i once wrote a lil thing where he even tried to remove a particularly big one near his lip w a razor . ( i add it to my drawings a lot , if you check it’s above the right ( his left ) corner of his lip )

- his hair length varies a lot in my stuff bc i’ll sometimes get carried away & make it longer for aesthetic or composition purposes , but i do believe connor would def let it get longer than shoulder length ( not small of his back like in some of my stuff , but definitely to half of his chest maybe ? ) larry def gives him shit abt it & only encourages him to keep it longer & longer .

- this is also a recurring hc but imma mention it too & that’s eyeliner . & tons of it . i’ll sometimes make it smudged bc connor will prob cry & it’ll run . once he’s done he’ll just apply more over it . & black nail polish too ofc .

- I LOVEEEE music headcanons for connor & here’s my faves ( keep in mind my connor is mostly set in the 90’s )

• nine inch nails ( very self indulgent bc i love them sm ) his fave album is pretty hate machine ( mine too 🧍🏻)

• alice in chains

• cowboy junkies ( this hc is a reference to my ship with tate from ahs & the movie natural born killers )

• the offspring

• the cranberries

• suicidal tendencies ofc

• pearl jam

• adolescents

• bad religion

• & the canon ones ( shown in the buttons on his messenger bag ) being dead kennedys , circle jerks , misfits

obviously tons more ( my connor playlist has over 200 songs ok ) but these are the most present ones in his record collection <3

- born in april 20 & is an INFP ( idk shit abt the mbti stuff ok i had to ask a friend & stuff to figure it out LMFAOO this one sounds right tho , for my version for connor at least )

SO YEAH these are the ones that can be seen in my art ( besides the music one ) & ofc if i added all my hcs it would be impossible to scroll down thru this post 💀 tysm for asking this btw ! just so u know my connor art is under the tag ‘ connor murphy ac ‘ & i sometimes add part of the lore & hcs under them ! if u wanna know a specific one lmk i’ll be more than happy to share more of my silly lil hcs with u 🖤🫶

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Unit 6: Crow Fly:

              For this unit I was tasked with animating a crow flying through the air. Like the previous animations I did, animating the basic flight motion wasn’t much of a hassle thanks to how straight forward the tutorial videos were, however, the provided rig did have some issues with it. Specifically, the issue I had with the crow rig was how low quality it is with an extremely minimum polygon count limiting how clean I could make the animations while also looking off when view at a close distance. The intention of all this is that you’re supposed to only view the bird from a far-off distance where the lack of detail wouldn’t be noticeable. However, that also makes it hard to appreciate all the work and detail in the animation while also making it hard to expand the animation past what’s established in the tutorial. There are some higher quality rigs online that I can use but they all cost money and I’m already spending enough as it is on this class I don’t want to spend anymore so I’m going to have to make do with what’s provided.

              So instead of expanding on the animation, I instead chose to expand the scene surrounding it. The tutorial had me add in a church and graveyard set for the crow to fly though and I imagined a scene of a grave robber digging up a grave in the dead of night as crows fly by. Importing the extra assets was easy enough, I got a knight to be my grave robber, a shovel for him to dig up the grave, a nighttime hdri from Polyhaven for the skybox and a little lantern to help set the scene. I’m not 100% satisfied with the knight rig I got to be the grave robber, I don’t think he’s the best fit for this scene, however, he was the only rig that was free and could work that I found that at least somewhat fits the scene.

              Making the grave digging animation was certainly the big challenge of this scene. Besides not having a tutorial to guide me, I’ve also done an animation of a character bending over and holding a two-handed item. Getting him to hold the shovel was the easy part but still had some issues I had to solve. There was a lot of back and forth on how I was supposed to order the parenting of the hands and shovel; was I supposed to parent the shovel to the right hand and then the left hand to the right hand or the left hand to the shovel. That took a bit to figure out, but it got figured out eventually, the actual digging part is when things got really complicated. I had some digging references and a good idea of what had to be done but putting it into practice it was a total mess.

Just trying to get the shovel into position was a pain; there were a lot of elbows clipping into the body, shoulders twisting and distorting uncontrollably, and a lot of very stretchy arms much longer than they really should be. I’m not quite sure what the issue was weather it was something wrong with the rig or if it was just my lack of experience at animating something I’ve never done before but this part took far longer than any other part of the animation. I tried a lot of different things to see if they would work I tired IK on the arm, I tried FK, I played around with the parenting on the hands and shovels, I even complete redid the animation a bunch of times with different arm and body positions to see if any of them looked better.

It was this constant tweaking of the arms that I eventually got something that looked somewhat normal, I’m still not 100% satisfied but after what I’ve been through, I’ll take what I can get. Having the character bend down to dig and then throw the dirt away was a lot easier after having got basics put down although some distortions with the arms still persisted which required some manual sorting out. Although, after getting past the tough start the rest of the animation was doable for me, it’s still pretty rough being my first time doing something like this and there’s a lot of room for improvement which I might work on later but for an animation I made for no reason I’m ok with it as is. One thing I will probably work on later is the lighting as the HDRI I included in the skybox is alright, but some parts of the scene are a bit too dark, namely the crows which this whole scene is about are bit too dark and a little hard. It’s a bit difficult to fix this with the crow’s black feathers making it dark by default paired with my lack of experience with lighting in Maya leaves me stuck currently on how to fix this and is something of note to work on when I make my final showreel.

Credits:

Vimeo.com. (2025). Vimeo. [online] Available at: https://vimeo.com/836537043 [Accessed 15 May 2025].

Gumroad. (2017). Stylized Knight Rig. [online] Available at: https://raykruk.gumroad.com/l/StylizedKnight [Accessed 15 May 2025].

Turbosquid.com. (2024). TurboSquid. [online] Available at: https://www.turbosquid.com/3d-models/shovels-rakes-brooms-axes-hammers-knives-saws-26-pbr-objects-1773842 [Accessed 15 May 2025].

Zaal, G. (n.d.). Satara Night (No Lamps) HDRI • Poly Haven. [online] Poly Haven. Available at: https://polyhaven.com/a/satara_night_no_lamps.

Turbosquid.com. (2024). TurboSquid. [online] Available at: https://www.turbosquid.com/3d-models/chapel-464431 [Accessed 15 May 2025].

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Can U write some angst to fluff with Vance x a reader who is having a hard time at home and feels really alone?

don't leave me alone, please?

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requests are open !!

summery: your dad has been particularly on your ass lately, and you’re just so tired. but lucky for you, vance has just the remedy you need; him. :]

vance hopper x gn!reader

word count: 2.3k

warnings: child abuse from reader’s father towards reader, his ugly ass also shit-talking vance >:(,

a/n: ik halloween wasn’t available at home around this time, but i don’t really know what else to use, lol

your parents were always so pushy, always wanting you to do better when you were already doing everything in your power to do the best you could. when you had gotten home from hanging out with finney and gwen, your dad went straight to yelling about your latest test score.

“your teacher called us,” you froze as he spoke, already dreading what was gonna happen next, “she said you got a c.”

you saw the liquor in his hand before anything else, and sighed, before replying, “i know, papa, i’m sorry. she said i could retake it after school next week.”

the sound of his fist slamming on the countertop made you jump, “that’s not fucking good enough! you should be getting a’s in the first place!”

you stood completely still, visibly tense, “i know, papa, i’m sorry, i really am. i didn’t mean for it to happen!” you cried, tears building in your eyes for what was about to come.

“then why did it? was it because of the delinquent you’ve been spending time with?” he questioned. you knew he was referring to vance, because of course he was; everyone knew who vance was, or at least they thought they did.

for some reason, when he had mentioned vance, every ounce of your body jumped to defend the boy you had grown to love, “vance? what does he have to do with any of this?”

“that boy has everything to do with this! he’s obviously been distracting you from your studies!” he stood up, stepping closer to you, making you go rigid again, “maybe i should forbid you from seeing him? huh, how would you like that?” he stood over you, seemingly trying to intimidate you just to make you all the more scared while threatening you.

“no! please, papa, don’t make me stop seeing him! i promise it won’t happen again, i’ll do better!” you begged.

he smirked slightly, before grabbing your face by your cheeks and squeezing. he pulled you forward slightly to bring you closer to his face, “one chance. you get one chance; you fuck up again, no more vance. got it?”

you could feel the tears brimming in your eyes but didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing you cry in front of him, “of course, papa. i understand.”

he pushed your face away before speaking, “good. go to your room.”

you rushed out of the kitchen, immediately running down the hall to your room when you were clear from your father’s line of sight. as soon as you got to your room, you went straight for the wired phone on your bedside table before dialing vance’s number.

he answered after 3 rings, most likely left at home by himself with his mom at work and his dad out with his drinking buddies.

“hello?” the sound of his voice immediately made the tears come back, streaming down your face in a matter of seconds.

“vance?” you choked out in between sobs.

“y/n? is that you? are you crying?” you could hear the anger in his voice and smiled lightly at the prospect of him being so protective over you.

“it’s me. can- can i come over, vance?” you could hear him suck in a breath before steadily releasing it, “was - god - was it your dad again?”

you choked out a sob, before replying as best as you could with a small, “yes,”

“of course, you can come over, ill be there in 15 to pick you up.” even though he couldn’t see it, you smiled, “thank you, vance, i don’t know what i’d do without you.”

“what else is new?” you could hear the smirk in his voice, and smiled fondly to yourself, “i’ll see you soon, sweetheart,” you gave a small reply of, “alright,” before you both hung up. you packed a bag as fast as you could with all the essentials you needed first, then clothes after. when you finished, you sat and waited.

-

both you and vance left as soon as he got there. you knew your father would have passed out from drinking and would think you left for school when he woke up in the morning.

you walked in silence for the most part; vance understood you didn’t like to talk about the things your parents said or did until you were completely comfortable.

it took a little longer for the both of you to get to his house than it did for him to get to yours; you knew he had practically ran here. when you did get to his house, there was no cars in the driveway - his parents were gone.

“i was sleeping when they left, i woke up not too long before you called,” he looked at you as he talked, smiling softly when he realized your crying had stopped, “do you wanna watch a movie or something until you’re ready to talk about it?”

you almost started crying again when he spoke, he was always so patient with you when it came to your parents. you never understood how he could be so aggressive to others all the time, but so gentle and patient with you. it was one of the things you loved about the boy.

“i honestly don’t have much to say; it’s the same old stupid shit,” you sucked in a breath, already getting angry as you thought about what had happened with your father, “i got a ‘c.’ a fucking ‘c,’ vance. i’m just so tired of the way they treat me, one little fuck up, and suddenly it’s like i’ve spit in their stupid fucking faces.”

he frowned as you talked. sure, his dad wasn’t any better - he was an abusive drunk too, but not in the way your dad was - but it was so stupid how he treated you; who the fuck was that crazy towards their own kid over a c? he told himself he’d always be there for you, and he was. “i know, and i’m sorry. i hate that you have to deal with that fucking bullshit,’

you both stood at the door as he took out his house key and unlocked the door before opening it and holding it open for you.

“it’s whatever. i’m used to it,” you thought for a second as you walked towards the couch in the living room and sat down, before adding, “but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t piss me off. i fucking hate him. and my mom, honestly. she doesn’t do shit about it when she knows she could. she just doesn’t care.”

you sighed as he sat next to you, the couch dipping underneath his weight, and said, “y’know what, fuck 'em. i’m done talking about it; i’m not giving them anymore of my time today.”

you turned and looked at him, smiling softly as he looked back at you with a look of fondness, “let’s watch a movie.”

he shook his head, and laughed, “what movie are you thinking?” he asked, as he stood up and went to his movie shelf.

“any, honestly. i just really wanna hold you while watching a movie,” you could see his ears and cheeks turning red underneath his curls and giggled.

he scoffed, but didn’t reply, and grabbed the first movie he saw, halloween. he smirked as he inserted it into the vhs slot, and pressed play.

you saw the cover, and laughed, “halloween? really?” he turned around, looking at you and smirked, “get up and come help me with carrying the blankets.” you grinned, your mind already drifting away from what had happened earlier.

-

“holy shit!” you yelped, as a jumpscare of michael appearing on the screen made you jump farther into vance’s arms. he laughed lightly, tightening his arms around you, “you doin okay there?”

you lightly smacked his arm in offense while jokingly scooting away from him, and turned to look at him, "what? you knew i was gonna get scared."

aa shit-eating grin appeared on the boys face, and he nodded as he spoke, "yeah, i did," he grabbed your wrist and tugged you forward, wrapping his arms around your waist, "but that just means i can protect you."

you smiled, and leaned up and placed a small kiss on his lips, before pulling back, - and seeing his face erupt in a wonderful shade of red - settling back where you were and cuddling into his arms. you think you'll love this boy forever.

- a/n: honestly, this wasn't the best, and ill prob make a pt 2 w more comfort stuff or something,,

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I’m bored so here’s what I think each non 50 blessings hotline Miami characters mask would be.

Biker- ik he is in 50B but if he did choose a traditional mask I’m 100% sure it would be a peacock. For one thing it’s a very elegant bird and would serve as a great foil to jackets rooster mask. For one a male peacock has very vibrant colors that match bikers (pink jacket can metaphorically match the flashy eye-feathers a peacock has). This would also complement bikers “guns blazing” play style. Showcasing how he’s more willing to question his part in 50Bs plot rather than put his head down and mindlessly obey their will (kinda like a chicken would). Bonus points for also mirroring the “cock joke” with richards mask. (Figure it out yourself)

Next is beard- a cat. Not a big cat but a regular orange tabby. Not only does he have chill “leave me be and I’ll be V. Cuddly vibes” like a cat but I 100% believe he would let a stray cat crash and live In his gas station. He’s just chill like a house cat and I respect that about him.

Evan wright- a vulture Lol. This one kinda explains itself, with some of mannys dialogue about “the press being vultures” aswell as Evan sniffing around dead bodies as opposed to killing the Russians himself. Not much else to say.

Onto the funny thicc skin man himself

Manny pardo- I’m more of the opinion that if he did have a mask, it would be a puppet mask (basically just phantoms face in mask form). Not only does him being a puppet suit him, with his actions mearly puppeting the fame of the masked maniac, he’s also a very hollow man. He chases fame to fill the void (it never works though). But if I 100% had to pick an animal it would be a German shepherd. Not only are they the dogs favored by the police but they also parallel the dogs used by the Russians. This club as a possible reference to manny being in kahoots with the son.

Speaking of which for the son- I’m torn between a panther or a shark mask. But Leaning towards a shark. As we can see he owns his own pet shark (I always assumed one given to him by his father) and I could definitely see his personality being compared to a sharks whole aesthetic. But a panther mask could work better as a reference to his fathers legacy. Aswell as showing how he lives in the shadows of his dad. Always wanting to win his approval but never getting it due to his death. All in all I’m more fond of the shark, as it is a mask not already in game (apposed to the panther) and it goes to show more of the son’s personality aswell as being his own thing not too connected to his dad.

Onto the henchman- he would be an eel all the way. A small fish with big Dreams only able to succeed at them by stealing the sons profits/hard work. He’s slippery and didn’t make too much of an impact outside of his bosses escapades. (No hate to the guy but he is unmotivated to work for what he wants. Floating in the middle rather than choosing his own destiny)

And for fun here’s a some bonus masks

Daniels- gives me big polar bear vibes. (An no not because he fat)

Barnes- coyote. I know it’s not a wolf but at least one of the “ghost wolves” had to be a canine.