#I'll give you half of my life if you give le half of your life to me

[ltbunny]

Ex husband price brain worms again, c.w/ nsfw, unedited, bad writing, I've never published nsfw before

It's your ex-husband, Price's birthday, and the last thing you expect is for him to show up, with a sweet, suave smile on his face

It's not even his custody day but he says "come on, love. I wanted us to spend it together, like a family. You're really not going to let me take my favourite two girls out for my own birthday?"

All you can do is roll your eyes and let him as he walks in, leaning down and leaving a small peck on your forehead as your daughter runs down the stairs to hug her dad, squealing.

He's adamant about cooking lunch for you two, but you stop him

"Oh, come off it, John, I'll cook since it's your birthday, and you keep saying you'll take us out"

He gets dragged off to play teaparty with the little princess and comes back after a while, his arms slot around your waist, swaying side to side softly as you half heartedly try to stop him, he just grins and nestles his head into the crook of your neck,

"Let the 'birthday boy' hug his wife, love."

"Ex-wife, john."

"Mhm, whatever makes you happy. Happy wife, happy life."

Lunch is served, and the three of you spend the rest of the day going shopping, prices idea. Dollhouse, cars, legos, Barbie, slime, whatever the kid wants, and some small gold necklace for you, even though you won't accept it,

"They're too much, John, stop it-"

"But, love, this is your favourite design and the colour. It'll look beautiful on you."

He buys it and even gets the jeweller to engrave a small j.p on the back of the charm while you're not looking.

He takes you two to a small fancy restaurant at the end of the day, your daughter playing with her new toys on the table, while John's hand holds yours on the table.

"Might retire soon, getting up there in age, love," his eyes watch the way your light up slightly, looking at him before turning away slightly, seeing his gaze, "ill be able to be around more often, wasn't that one of your complaints, I was too busy, so I gave you a little one."

You smack his arm lightly, "Oh, shush, John. She'll be happy. She is always saying how she misses her dad. She keeps asking for a little brother, says everyone in class has one except her," You chuckle softly

At the end of dinner, he drives you two back home, your daughter tuckered out, he picks her up and takes her to her room, tucking her in, kissing her forehead softly, "sorry, I'm not here much, princess, I promise to be around more, okay?"

He comes downstairs and kisses your cheek as you swat him off lightly,

"Stop it, John, you know that's not appropriate,"

"Mhm, whatever you say love, come help me take the things out the car will you?"

The night ends with price bending you over in the backseat, fucking you desperately,

"Fuck, love, I missed this grip, you might have a hard time saying it but your pussy's been missing me, huh? The guys you bring round ain't big enough for ya anymore? Don't worry, daddy's here."

Your fingers grip the car seat, squealing every time he thrusts in

"There's only one thing I wanted for my birthday, you know, love? It's been real lonely up by myself sometimes, and been thinking," he hums lowly, grinding deep inside you while you struggle to even keep up with his pace let alone words, he moves over you, one hand groping your breast, teasing the nipple, the other coming up to your clit, rubbing it along with the harsh pace, "been thinking bout this pussy, and getting the present of life, ain't that cute?"

You gasp, your pussy squeezing around his cock tighter as he starts rubbing your clit faster, "John, please- is, is too much," you moan

"You're doing so well for me, mama, you want another little one too, right? You always said one feels bad, we need to give our little baby a sibling,"

"John- holy shit," your legs shake as he presses you down against the seats, every thrust with one purpose, "please, please, I'm so close!"

He keeps going until he feels your legs trembling, three loads in, his fingers massaging your clit, his lips kissing your neck, leaving hickeys for everyone to see.

You wake up in your bed, listening to John's snoring as you yawn, shifting to get up slightly, his arms tighten around you and his eyes open slightly.

"Mmhm, best birthday ever."

He mumbles before he starts snoring again

[darylssunshine]

Ride a Cowboy

genre: almost smut but like technically not

non-apocalypse au

can be imagined as any era!

word count: 1.4k

summary: Daryl has fun with you on a bar date.

Glasses clinking and joyous conversation filled the air of the club while you eyed Daryl down his fourth shot of vodka, barely grimacing as it went down his throat.

“How can you do that? I've only had two shots and my mouth tastes literally disgusting right now.” You chuckled at the tolerance of your boyfriend, sipping your sweet tea to get the taste out of your mouth.

“Years of practice, sweetheart.” He retorted, leaning his elbows on the bar in front of him and flicking a piece of hair out of his eyes.

Daryl had been wanting to take you on a date for a while, and it was his choice for the location this time. So, of course, you and him had ended up at a southern style club a couple miles into town. It was very old-fashioned, with all wooden furniture and brick walls, adorned with framed photos of the owners, along with iconic landmarks of the surrounding area. The lights, however, were colorful and energetic, flashing along with the beat of the music at times. The bar area took up half of the building, while the other half housed a mechanical bull that was currently inactive.

With your attire being black skinny jeans, a band tank, and a black cowboy hat you stole from Daryl, the regulars could tell that this wasn't your scene. Juxtaposed with Daryl's rugged dark red flannel that fit his biceps just right thrown over a v-neck and blue jeans, you two were a sight to see.

You were broken out of your thoughts by a man over by the bull with a microphone, his voice loud enough to be heard over Low blaring over the speakers. You snapped your head over to his direction, your boyfriend's head moving slightly slower than yours.

“Alright, y'all! Bessie over here is finally up ���n runnin’ and ready for a ridin'! Any of you folks wanna give ‘er a ride? Show ‘er a good time?” The man in the beige cowboy hat gave a wink and a few women sitting at surrounding tables shouted and whistled.

“Oh my God, Dar, can we? Please??” You gasped, eyes gradually lighting up as you shook his bicep, signaling your excitement.

He chuckled in response. “(Y/N). Really? Ya wanna ride the bull?”

“Yeah it'll be fun!!”

A raised eyebrow was all you got in response.

“If you do it with me, I'll pay for your tab.”

He pinched the bridge of his nose and chuckled lightly. He then suddenly downed his fifth shot and placed it down on the bar harshly. “Aight. Fuck it. Le’s go.”

You immediately beamed and jumped off your barstool and basically pulled Daryl off of his, stumbling slightly from inebriation and the sudden incoordination. Daryl could only kind of keep up with the pace of your speed walking.

“Us! Us! We will!” You shouted, dodging a few groups of casually dancing club goers.

“Oh, we've got some volunteers!” A few patrons that were paying attention whooped and applauded your bravery. “Step right up!” He announced, motioning to an opening in the inflatable, cushiony material that surrounded the bull to avoid injury. “You better hold on, little lady.” the announcer said quietly to you, followed by a wink. You smiled and rolled your eyes while walking across the inflatable floor to the bull.

The bull was slightly elevated, so you were having trouble mounting it, and Daryl could tell. He let you try and struggle for a few moments before lifting you by the waist and placing you on the bull, the sudden gesture causing you to giggle and grip one of the bulls ears for balance. You felt the bull jostle and then settle, signaling that Daryl had hopped on behind you. You blushed at the feeling of his hands holding your hips.

“Y’all ready?!” The announcer shouted, talking to you and Daryl, but also everyone else in the bar, including the small crowd that surrounded the bull. You grinned and gave a thumbs up in the announcer's direction. “Alright! Hold on, you two!”

The bull then whirred to life and rose a couple inches higher than it already was. You kept both hands secured to it’s ears in front of you, thanking whatever deity that was listening that Daryl had agreed to go on with you.

Then, it began to move.

Startled, you gasped and moved your hands to the handle in front of you for more balance. You slowly got used to the up and down diagonal movement, even taking one of your hands off the handle to raise it above your head, only to return it a couple seconds on a particularly deep downward slope. Meanwhile, Daryl was calm, barely reacting to the movement at all, instead choosing to keep his hands firmly planted on your waist to ensure your security. He softly chuckled in your ear at your inexperience.

“Don’t worry, darlin’. I’ll make sure ya don’t fall off.”

You felt your blush grow impossibly bigger. What does that mean?

He started by stealing back his hat, placing it on his head and returning his hand to your shoulder and squeezing it. His hand then snaked to your throat, engulfing it with his large fingers and making your head lean back. Your eyes widened and your breath hitched.

“Dar we’re… we’re in public.”

He bit your ear lobe in retaliation. “Ya think I care?” Your airflow was then slightly restricted, and you sighed in pleasure.

“Yeah. Ya like it, ya dirty little slut.”

He then took a hold of your hair and pulled, continuing to leave your neck exposed, and cockily put the other hand in the air. Your eyes had closed and your hands had migrated to his knees.

The patrons surrounding the bull cheered and whooped at Daryl’s action, a few women squealing.

“Everyone's gonna know who ya belong to.”

Your head was then tugged to the side and his lips were hungrily latched to your neck, sucking hard and adding a good amount of teeth so that when he pulled away, there was a decent sized purple mark left in its wake, growing deeper by the minute. You let a small moan escape your lips and Daryl huffed.

He then had an idea.

The brunette let you and the crowd calm down a bit, riding the bucking bronco how it was intended. He waited until the bull moved diagonally downward, then he strategically flung himself to the front of the bull and moved his legs on top of yours, earning another cheer from the crowd. You, on the other hand, were absolutely stunned, staring at him with your mouth agape. Your heart was going a million miles a minute, and he could tell. He loved it.

“Wha’d I say, darlin’? Years of practice.”

The sporadic thrusts of the bull now had a new intensity to them, Daryl’s bulge clearly being felt through your thin jeans. You steadied yourself by gripping Daryl’s shoulders and looking at him with half-lidded, lust-filled eyes. Daryl smirked, leaned down to your ear, and grumbled, “What’s wrong, sunshine? Thought ya was worried ‘bout bein’ in public.” He bit your cartilage for extra measure and continued to smirk down at you, proud of the needy little fuck doll his actions have created.

Daryl’s lustful gaze along with the thrusts of the bull and the cheers of the bull were all too much to handle, so you shamelessly latched your lips with his with intensity, something that he gladly returned. Both of you barely even registered the roar of the crowd while your hands were tangled in his hair and his hands firmly held your torso.

Right after Daryl had drunkenly and fervently introduced tongue into the mix and was already winning the battle of dominance, an especially quick jolt of the bull had you falling off the side. You tried to stabilize yourself by gripping Daryl’s shoulders again, but that just caused him to fall as well, ironically, right on top of you.

You both gazed at each other longingly for a few moments before finally registering your surroundings. He stood up first and held out a hand to help you stand as well. The crowd was wild, some of them waving their cowboy hats in the air in excitement. Daryl snicked. He wrapped a heavy arm around your shoulders and used his other hand to take his hat off and return it to your head. Almost like he was showing off a shiny gold trophy that he had just won for his performance.

The announcer beamed. “Holy shit! We haven’t seen that level of ridin’ in a while, literally.”

Daryl looked over at you and winked.

You and him will definitely be returning soon.

[watchingblsnowandforever]

Hello!!!! =D

So. We Are ep 13. I don't how they do this, but they keep making every episode better than the last. At this rate, I'll not be able to survive episode 16.

Warning: long post 😊😅 (there will be a smol part 2 because 30 screenshots are definitely not enough.)

We have the Best Parents in BL, but now I present to you: The Best Aunt in BL.

Subtle, Aunt Pui, real subtle. 😭

I get her. She just wants a nice, handsome boyfriend for her nephew. 😌

First of all, the symbolism is hitting me right in the face, but it's also so subtle because no one else knows the whole story, so they wouldn't be able to figure it out.

Secondly. Yes, the red and blue do clash a bit, and it's not the prettiest little painting. But. Not every painting has to be "pretty" or perfect. Just like feelings or emotions in real life. Peem didn't willingly draw over his precious painting because he thought it'd look better; he did it because he wanted it to express his feelings. This also ties into Peem's insecurity at having (apparently) failed at being Phum's comfort zone because see, in the painting it looks like the sea is embracing the roses, or protecting them.

What I'm trying to say, is that what makes art beautiful is not just what you directly see on the canvas/right in front of you. And this applies even to the "pretty" ones. The David is not just famous because it looks very good, but also because of the amount of skill and talent Michelangelo had to be able to create such a thing from a block of marble. (I'm sorry I'm not good at examples or analogies 😭)

Sir. What business do you have, making an expression like that and giving me a heart attack.

If I haven't said this before: find a man who looks at you like Phum (Pond) looks at Peem (Phuwin).

Two sides of the same coin.

Phum still feels guilty (which is very clear from his reaction to what Peem says) about ruining Peem's painting, so he wants to do something to make sure nothing like that ever happens to Peem again.

Peem is long over it (you don't ever forget shit like that, but he has definitely forgiven Phum). He met Phum because of that Incident™, and he has a new, upgraded painting, so this is just a light joke for him. But the moment he sees it's too soon for Phum, he immediately goes to reassure him he's just kidding, and he absolutely does not hold it over Phum.

A simple pinky promise, but how much does it mean to Phum?

He's never had someone to make a pinky promise with; Fang was in a similar situation as him, and Beer knew better to make a promise and have it broken by forces outside his control.

So this, this small, childish gesture means quite a bit to him. (Which is also probably why having broken it hurt him so much.)

And yet Peem, you're smiling so wide while saying that. Almost like *le gasp* you actually like it!

Let's be real here, Peem. You don't mind at all. In fact, you sounded unbearably fond saying this. You were quite literally giggling and kicking your feet. (Which fits my headcanon of him pretty well actually.)

This shot. Just >>>> (actually thinking of making it my header-)

Ma boy never misses a chance 😭👍🏼

And if he doen't get a chance, he makes one and nails that too. <3

SO CUTEE 🥺🫶🏼

Oh the teasing is on.

Pun: I did that 😌

Beer: Idiots in love. Again. *exasperated sigh*

[From this point on, I am extremely sleep deprived, so most comments made will probably (definitely) be forgotten by the time I wake up (I'm going right to sleep after posting this.]

Well, Chain, I'm sorry to be the one telling you this, but Phum moved into Peem's heart like 6 episodes ago.

Well, yeah, but Peem has to act at least a little bit like the tsundere he is, right?

Chain: "Well, can a cupid shoot an arrow at himself?"

Toey: *very telling side-eye*

Q: You really think one flirty line will trigger his half braincell to understand what he didn't in the past however many years? ...go on, I wanna see how this turns out

Pun: *pikachu meme face*

Beer: Oh damn here goes another one, we must be nearing the last episode

Phum: ????

Peem: Don't say anything don't say anything DON'T SAY ANYTHING DON'T YOU DARE FUCKING SAY A SINGLE WORD- (internally: Idiots. They're idiots.)

Ah, I love the sibling energy here. Also, initially I was like nah you're more like Tan. But then I gave it some thought. And had a Realization: he really is the Fang in their relationship, and Q really is the Tan. (I do not have the brainpower to explain rn, but tell me if you want me too, I'll include it in Part 2.)

Phum can't wait. (And neither can Peem, because I didn't see ya denying anything, babe. Instead, you gave him the softest shoulder bump in the history of soft shoulder bumps and that bigass (smitten) smile.

Oh boy this scene.

Right before this, when Peem called Phum immediately after the last brushstroke, I was smiling so hard and giggling like yesss do boyfriend-y things with each other!

Him waiting on the porch: still big smile. Here comes Phum! Ooh are they gonna flirt in the car??

My smile started dimming as the seconds ticked by and no Phum appeared on screen.

Until I finally realized what was happening.

I almost stopped breathing.

And as the scene went on my heart broke a little more with every text and every call, and I was watching that mall scene again. Except it was much much worse this time.

So long story short, I was heartbroken for both of them. Especially when Peem showed up alone with the saddest lost-kitten face ever.

But, at this point I knew Phum must have had something really urgent/unaviodable to miss his meeting with Peem because 1. He really really loves that boy and 2. He was very much looking forward to doing this with Peem.

Unfortunately, I will have to end Part 1 here (please don't kill me), and I'm loathe to end on a sad note, but I promise the next part will be much happier. It will hopefully be posted a little later today.

If you got this far, thank you so much for reading! 😊

Here, have a pudding 🍮

My previous We Are posts.

[oknowkiss]

my lucky number - 42, drarry. please and thank you!

you got it! please enjoy! ~600 words, rated T for language. les champs-elysées - joe dassin

Harry decides to have breakfast in Paris. He’s twenty-one, it’s nine in the morning on the sixth of June, and the cleansing power of his hangover has allowed him to realise he can go anywhere he wants, with anyone, to do anything, for the rest of his life. 

His Portkey lands in an alley a short distance from the Eiffel Tower, because after the agent had asked him where he’d like to go, and after he’d replied, “Erm… France?” she had said, “The first timer package, then. Return trip is half eight. Here’s your list of attractions and instructions for a basic translation charm.” 

No matter. He has breakfast at a street-side cafe, espresso and carbs and sunlight quieting the pounding inside his head. 

He visits several of the attractions on the Portkey agent’s list: the Notre Dame, the Eiffel Tower, the Louvre. All of them are far too crowded, and by midday he’s resolved not to follow the list. After all, isn’t that the point of this excursion? To do what he wants? 

Harry has a glass too many of vin rouge at lunch and his confidence inflates in direct opposition to his experience with France, his ability to manage having time to himself, his general awareness of his surroundings and how to navigate them.

Which is to say: it’s now seven, ninety minutes before his Portkey takes him back home, and all he’s done is become increasingly lost. Harry chews on a bite of pasta and wonders if it counts as being lost, if you never had a destination to begin with? Perhaps he’s been lost — or not lost — since leaving the Forbidden Forest four years ago. Every day a step further into the void, away from his intended purpose. 

A loud, sudden coughing rouses Harry from his thoughts. Harry’s head snaps to the left, his hands already in fists, ready for action. 

“What the bloody fucking hell are you doing here?” Draco Malfoy splutters, staring at Harry with watery eyes. Around them, several diners look away. A lover’s quarrel, they presume. In Paris? How droll. 

“Malfoy?” Harry asks stupidly. It’s obviously Malfoy. No one else looks like him, which is actually quite annoying seeing as it means Harry can’t chalk it up to misconception when Malfoy sneaks into his wank fantasies. 

And no, he doesn’t want to talk about that.

“The one and only, thanks to you,” Malfoy replies meanly. A steak sits half-eaten on his plate, red juice pooling on the china. It doesn’t not remind Harry of the second floor girls bathroom.

“If you’re looking for sympathy, you’ve got the wrong orphan,” Harry says. Then, because he’s already bored with this argument, “You live in Paris, do you?” 

“What’s it to you?” Malfoy asks. He crosses his arms over his chest. 

“Nothing, I suppose.” Harry shrugs. “Forget it.” He turns back to his food.

“It’s my birthday,” Malfoy says, calling Harry’s attention again. “Well, yesterday. This is my gift to myself.”

“Eating dinner alone?” Harry asks, amused. 

“Go ahead and laugh—” Malfoy starts, but Harry cuts him off.

“I’m not laughing at you,” Harry says. “I—” He bites his lip. “I do the same thing.” 

“Other people are exhausting,” Malfoy insists, his face red. 

“Hell is other people,” Harry says. Then he's blushing, too. “I read that on a bag once.” 

“And did it hurt, reading all those words in one go?” Malfoy says. A smile plays at the corner of his mouth. 

Harry checks his watch. Half-seven. He looks down at his pasta. Mostly eaten.

“I’ve an hour before my Portkey,” Harry says, and he’s barreling forward blindly now, no idea where this will land. “Shall we order dessert?

(give me a number 1 - 100 & i'll write you a drabble based on the corresponding song on my spotify wrapped)

[octuscle]

Hey support, I have been a straight A student for most of my life. People think that I haven’t got a rebellious bone in my body. Got any advice?

Sometimes it takes an outside push. Like this leather jacket you see at a flea market booth. It looks cool. Black leather, studded. The smell is almost hypnotic: not just leather, but tobacco and sweat. If you had to describe it, you would say: Masculine! It doesn't necessarily look like it would fit. A bit tight on the hips, a bit too big over the chest and shoulders. But the jacket attracts you magically. You have to try it on. Yes, it really doesn't fit very well. There's no mirror either, but the seller thinks that the jacket and you belong together. He feels that. You smile at the seller. A really handsome fellow. He certainly has a lot of rebellious bones in his body. And he's a good salesman. You ask how much he wants for the jacket. Twenty pounds. Sounds like a good deal. You give him the money and ask for a tote bag. Bruv, ya should keep da jacket on, he says. But he offers you five pounds for your old jacket. Maybe the smell of the leather goes to your head, but you accept.

Otherwise, the flea market is not very interesting. Cheap junk. After a round you are hungry. And you are in the mood for a beer. Shit, your wallet is still in your old jacket. And your bunch of keys. And in this jacket is obviously still the wallet of the old owner. And his bunch of keys. And a cigarette box with a Zippo. You look for the stand where you bought the leather jacket. You need your things again. But the stall is gone. No more trace. At that place a colored man sells counterfeit handbags. Fuck! Actually, you don't smoke. But now you need a cigarette. The first puff is like hell. You have to cough terribly. The second puff is already pure pleasure. And with the third puff you lose consciousness.

Fuck, yeah! If you had waited a second longer, your bladder would have burst. Good thing you found a corner to piss. This is now the real salvation. You shake off your cock. And shudder. The backs of your hands are completely inked. Elaborate. Artful. But what the hell…! "Mike, are ya finally coming?" it sounds from behind. Fuck, what's going on here. You stow your cock in your boxers and button up your torn jeans. The cigarette butt still in your mouth. You take a drag and turn around. Behind you a group of young men. What would probably be called half-strikers or chavs. "Boss, where are ya?" asks one of them. "Nobody can drink as much as ya piss." You laugh. If anyone can take a lot, it's your lads. You'd rather leave it at a pint. Drinking damages the brain. And you're the brains of your gang. You've been a straight-A student since high school and college. If you're stupid, you'll never make it in the red-light district. But it's not bad to have a bunch of dumb thugs around you. "Lads, les go to da pub, i'll throw a round" you say. The lads hoot and follow on your heels.

This and more leather can be found @jihaimesblog

[skinnywalker]

The Hitchhiker Lester sinclair x male reader

"Shit Wade it's not gonna move an inch."

The two men stair down at the smoke drifted up from the car.

Wade sighs.

"We're gonna have to walk to get help."

"I'll come with!"

Carly slips her bag over he shoulder and joins hand with her boyfriend. The three climb down the hill they parked on and towards the road. The air is chilly with early morning cold of Louisiana and they huddle together to keep warmth.

"Hey look there's a truck!"

"Oh God there's a smell from it!"

"It's still a ride Carly."

The door of the pickup swings up to revel its driver. He looks up at the the trio at the hill's edge.

"Do ya'll need a ride."

He gave a toothy grin.

"That'd be wonderful thank you!"

Carly and Wade eye each. Unlike the couple their friend is much more expecting of the rednecks of Louisiana. In fact Wade was about to decline.

"What a nice guy."

"Yeah sure."

He turns to Wade confused.

"I'm just saying man you are way too comfortable with rednecks. Those kinda guys turn out to be murderers"

Ignoring wade he enters the truck on the driver's side.

"Where were ya'll heading to?"

"A football game out of state and we got caught up in traffic so we had to camp."

"Well I'm sure glad I found you kids. I'm lester by the way. I clear the roads around here."

"Is that why your truck stinks?"

"Carly!"

He gives her a death glare while Lester shrinks lower in his seat.

"Yeah... sorry about that."

"Don't listen to Carly she's just snobby since she's moving to New York."

Both Wade and Carly go silent after that and Lester keeps up a homey conversation with their friend. Lester can't help but feel a liking towards him.

He can't let Vinny have this one. This one is his.

"Well this is the closest I can get you into the town because of the roads. Just go the right edge and you'll see the gas station."

The two stumbled out and he was about to join when Les grabbed his hand.

"Well I just think that you should be here so you know what part to get cause I got to go get a shipment of them."

His words were rushed desperately trying to get him in the truck.

"Oh, of course."

He slips back into the truck scooting closer to Lester. The two sit in awkard silence for next half an hour till Lester breaks it.

"So um, how'd you get friends like that?"

"Huh?"

"Well I mean you're such a sweet seeming person and they are just....ya know."

"Yeah, I get it. They used to be a lot sweeter but college you know."

He smiles slightly lost in thought.

"Well I think you should look for nicer friends."

They both giggle. Suddenly the trucks seems much smaller and safer.

"What about you Lester? What's life put here like?"

Lester goes over losing his parents, obviously not going through all the details, and then over how life in the town outside of Ambrose was.

"Yeah, not too event full."

"I don't know, I think it sounds nice."

"You do?"

"Yeah, I'd really like to live that way."

Lester suddenly pulls the car to the side of the road.

"Listen, I know this sounds insane but from the moment I saw you I thought you were just the sweetest, handsomest man I ever laid my eyes on and I really took you on this drive cause I wanted to know you btter."

"Really?"

"Really. I'm nit trying to pressure you and I'll take you back to yer friends but I was wondering if you might wanna catch a movie or spend an evening together?"

Lester was shaking from nervous. Why was he even doing this? Of course he would day no to some creep basically kidnapping him.

"Why do we have ro wait till later? Isn't just the two of us right now?"

He pulled himself onto Lester lap brushing up against him.

"Wha..."

Lester's mouth fell open as his face turned a deep red.

"You think I didn't wanna be in the car with you too? I've seen all those sweet stairs you've been giving me since the moment I got in here."

He pulls Lester's face up to his.

"I know what you want."

NSFW part 2 coming out!

[legobiwan]

I'm still sketching out some concepts for a Dimentio!returns story in the same universe as les meilleur.. and I guess this happened. More than likely I'll end up cutting half this out if I get to a final product. 'Kill your darlings' is regrettably true when it comes to writing. *Cries in a 100 orphaned scenes sitting in a master document*. But it's so, so easy to get caught up in Luigi and Dimentio's dynamic. My gods, is it fun to write.

Anyway, imagine, if you will, Luigi and Dimentio stuck in the Undewhere after the events of SPM, bound together by the Chaos Heart's magic. And yeah, Luigi maaaaaaay have wandered off with the Dark Prognosticus at some point.

This is a weird one, guys, and likely a little ooc (at least for Luigi. Definitely not for Dimentio, who is just a right bastard 24/7 in death and in life).

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“But the Pure Hearts.” Luigi pursed his lips, eyes darting to the coiled Underhand seemingly at sleep at the base of a black, rotted tree. He met Dimentio’s amused gaze. “They killed you.”

“Is that what your brother told you?”

Dimentio bent over, scooping up a handful of damp, rust-colored dirt between his hands, kneading the sticky material in a mangled, triangular figure. He plucked away at a skirted corner, rolling it into a little sphere between his fingers, pinching the upper face to create a thin outcropping, something akin to the brim of a hat. With concentrated care, he placed the ball - the head, Luigi thought - carefully back on the chewed-off angle.

“I did wonder if you were given the full story,” Dimentio said, considering the childish creation sitting in his palm with an odd tilt of his head. When he spoke next, it was more to the figure than Luigi himself. “If you remembered the beautiful creature we created together.”

Luigi frowned. “Creature?”

At this, Dimentio’s head snapped up, his mismatched, crescent eyes boring into Luigi’s own, a beat too long. Then, he grinned, turning over his palm to allow the rudimentary model to slip quietly to the ground. “I take it you weren't informed,” he stated.

Luigi stared at the ground where Dimentio’s now-forgotten art project lay, clenching his fists, fingernails carving ragged half-moon crevices into his palms. With a single, calculated motion, he raised his leg, planting his boot directly onto the fallen figure, flattening it with a satisfying squelch.

“What creature, Dimentio?” Luigi grit, chewing on every word as he loomed over the jester, who made no move of retreat or apology. To the side, another Underhand stirred, extending its thumb and forefinger wide in a silent, gaping yawn.

“Our grand finale, of course!” Dimentio exclaimed, giving an exaggerated bow as he doffed an invisible top hat in the direction of the gathering Underhands. “The great melding of you, I, and the Chaos Heart. A little something I called Super Dimentio. Not the most inspired moniker, I give you, but matters at hand had stifled my usual creative penchant.”

That...was something he hadn't remembered, the last hours of his time in Bleck’s castle a chaotic mishmash of jagged images, ill-fitting and swollen. They had merged, yes, were bound to each other's existences by the Chaos Heart. That much had been obvious from the moment he had stepped back in the Mushroom Kingdom, Dimentio’s cloying voice bouncing around his head at all hours of the day and night.

What he didn’t know, what he couldn’t glean from the Dark Prognosticus, was what form that ultimate fusion had taken in Bleck's high-ceilinged, geometric chamber of horrors. Unlike his time as Mr. L, his memories of this were sparse, pointillistic impressions of electric terror as Dimentio had called upon the Floro Sprout, his free will slipping from his grasp, disintegrating into a dark canvas of swirling violet.

“They saw us?” Luigi asked, voice wavering. "Like that?"

“They fought us,” Dimentio chuckled, "like that." He reached his arm forward, placing his palm against Luigi’s sternum. “And we were beautiful."

Luigi’s skin tightened at the jester's touch, his empty chest vibrating with pulseless static. He may have no memory of his melded image, but for too many mornings, he had woken with the taste of its infernal desire on his lips, a sweet burnt flesh and milky powder of cracked earth set atop loping, caustic ribbons of an unwound reality.

It was in him, was him now, these shadows of the Chaos Heart's design, this intoxicating, excruciating euphoria intertwined with Dimentio's twisted ambitions, wound tight around each thought and action he falsely believed to be his alone.

Luigi grabbed onto Dimentio’s forearm, ripping the jester's hand away from his chest. 

“I want it and I want you out of my body,” he hissed.

Dimentio considered Luigi with narrowed eyes, his voice growing cold. “That will take some doing,” he countered.

“Then you’d better get cracking." Luigi gave Dimentio a shove, turning on his heel to march over to where Dark Prognosticus laid open, pages impossibly creaseless and unstained. He kicked at a creeping Underhand, sending it scurrying away, snatching up the cursed book before another crawling appendage could test its advantage.

“You wound me, Luigi,” Dimentio complained. “Can you truly say you haven’t enjoyed - what was that phrase you were so fond of in your alternate incarnation?” The jester snapped his fingers, feigning an open-mouthed revelation. “Ah yes. Our spiritual bond?”

Luigi gave a hoarse growl, gripping at the Prognosticus. “I should kill you."

Dimentio chuckled, his ever-present grin turning to a bladed malevolence. "You can't."

With a hissed, violent oath, Luigi hurled the cursed book at Dimentio, who leaned out the way just in time for the tome to go flying past his head. Luigi cursed his terrible aim, pointing to the dusty spot where the Prognosticus had landed.

“Then make it so I can.”

[the-doctor-3000]

HOLD UP!!!

.. You like Gargoyles!?!? 😭 I love that cartoon!

I’d like to sell my soul for an Angst Gargoyles oneshot~ with a half-Human half-Gargoyle fem reader who was adopted by Demona, but ended up trapped in a cursed mirror by a vengeful wizard as a young child, forced to do nothing but watch as her mother become more and more bloodthirsty and cruel towards Humans, as Demona blamed them for Reader’s sudden disappearance… the trapped child always crying and begging her mother to stop..

but Demona couldn never hear her.. eventually when she’s finally set free.. she can’t even look at the woman she once loved and called her mother.. no matter how much Demona tries to speak to her.. Despite reader being free of the mirror, she’s now trapped in the Castle Demona once called home.. with no hope of escape. (Like Repunzal, but more depressing)

Demona in desperate denial that her sweet innocence child truly did see everything she’d done during those bloodstained centuries they were apart..

A/n: I think I overdid it a little with the angst. I'm sorry if this isn't what you had in mind 😅 Also I'm sorry but I used 2nd POV for this one.

Warning: ANGST, no happy ending

You remember the first time you met her. You were barely five years old but you still could remember the day you met Demona. How could you forget? She had adopted you, took care of you when no one else did. 

Not even your biological mother cared as much as she did. Your mother and every human called you an abomination for being a hybrid. Half-human and half-gargoyle. They had never seen something as such and they were already not so fond of gargoyles. You were shunned by everyone in the realm. One day you decided to leave Castle Wyvern only for some human children to come and pick a fight. Just as one of them was about to get too violent, a female gargoyle jumped in front of you and growled at the children. Scared for their lives, they fled, leaving you alone with her. 

She turned to face you and you had a better perspective of her appearance. She had a shock of red hair and pale blue skin and, like every gargroyle, wings. She knelt down to meet your eyes.

"Are you alright, little one?" She asked you. This was the first time someone did something nice for you, that someone cared and asked you about your well-being. You ran to her and hugged her tightly, hiding your face in her shoulder. She was taken aback by your sudden action but she hugged you back and she could tell that you were not treated with any kindness. "I'll take care of you, child. I promise no harm shall ever come to you."

For the first time in your life, you were happy. She raised you like her own child and loved you despite being a crossbreed. The clan did not mind her having you since you were bringing an even better side of her. You'd always stuck to her side like glue and when she had to leave for a mission, you'd stay awake and wait for her to return and tuck you to sleep.

Everything seemed perfect until... Seven years later, you were exploring the forest nearby the castle. You were supposed to be with the clan but your curiosity got the better of you and left without telling them. You stopped when you noticed a camp and hid when you recognized them as the Vikings. There was a man with them. His clothes looked regal, made of a green expensive silk while his hair was black with a few grey streaks. He was saying something that you could not understand. You leaned closer in order to listen. They were planning on having the man using magic in order to take over the castle. He was trying to learn the spell to do so.

Your eyes widened. Sure the humans did not treat you with any kind of courtesy but that didn't mean that you wanted to see them all killed. You scanned the area, trying to find the man's book of spells. You thought that by taking his book would give your mother and the others some time to come up with a plan to prevent that from happening. You stayed hidden in the bushes, your eyes never left the man's figure. When he set the book down and he was out of sight, after making sure that everyone else was asleep, you got out of your hiding spot and grabbed the book. 

Before he could come back, you turned away and returned to the castle. You were shaking and you were holding the book close to your chest. Demona came to you, running and hugged you tightly.

"My darling, never do that again!" She said, shaking a little bit. "I thought something terrible happened to you."

"Mama!" You said as you showed her the book. "We have to inform the others! The Vikings plan to attack! They have a scary-looking guy with them who knows magic! So I took the book!"

Her eyes widened in shock but softened as she gently rubbed your head. "You're very brave, my sweet daughter. Now... Let me take this book to Goliath and tell the clan what you told me."

You gave it to her without second guesses. Little did you know was that it would be the last time you would see her in person. A few days later, the castle was under attack by the Vikings and you couldn't find your mother anywhere. As you were running down the spiral staircase, a hand grabbed you forcefully and brought you up to meet the person's gaze. It was the wizard. His eyes were burning with anger, his lip curled up a little into a sneer. 

"You-- You think I wouldn't notice?" He said and you tried to get out of his grasp. 

"Let me go!" You shouted, hoping that anyone from the clan would hear you.

"No one steals from me, little thief! No one!" He yelled in your face. "But... since you are but a brat, I suppose killing you would be too much." You didn't like it where this was going. With a swift movement of his hand, a mirror appeared beside him. "Naughty children ought to be punished, though."

"Ezra! Stop!" You recognized that voice, you turned to see your mother but the man did not budge and through you into the mirror. When you tried to leave, you couldn't go through as it was now solid. You could see your mother's eyes glow red as she growled. "What have you done!? That wasn't what the captain and I---"

"As you said, Demona, what you and the captain agreed." The man, Ezra, said expressionless. "I never made such a foolish oath. Even if I did, you must know that I do not take it kindly to those who steal from me!"

"Why you little treacherous---" She roared and went to attack him but he disappeared into green smoke. She turned to face you, you had tears in your eyes and were shouting something at her but she could not hear you. Her eyes turned back to normal and she placed her forehead against the mirror. "My darling daughter.... I promise that I'll make them pay. I'll make them all pay."

You stopped for a moment, trying to comprehent what she just said and then you started hitting the mirror from your side. "No! No! Ma, please don't it!"

With tears in her eyes, Demona left the castle with the mirror still there. You shouted after her to not do something that she would end up regretting but she couldn't hear you. You stepped back to have a look at your surrounding; a dark dimension, the only light that shone was through the looking glasses that were randomly placed around the dimension. From those were able to look at your mother. Every time she did anything vile or was about to do, you'd cry and beg her to stop. 

Days turned to months, months to years and years to centuries. Yet you were still were twelve. One day, as you were looking around all those mirrors, you saw a familiar face. Goliath. He was talking to the clan and a strange woman. You reluctantly stepped closer and started banging on it with one hand as you shouted and shook your other hand in order to get their attention. Even though they too did not seem to hear you, they could feel something or someone looking at them. 

"Is that... y/n?" Brooklyn, as he was now called, asked in shock. 

"But how?" Goliath asked as he approached. He put his hand on the mirror. "Who did this to you, little one?" You knew talking to him would do no good since only you could listen. An idea sparked into your mind and breathed onto the glass then wrote down a word 'Wizard' and then you added 'Get me out!' with a distressed look. "We'll do whatever we can. Just wait a little longer."

You nodded in response. You trusted them. You didn't care how long it would take for them to find a way to get you out, just that you'd finally be free from your mirror prison. You were so sick and tired of always watching the person you once called mother turning into a merciless monster. 

A few weeks went by and the clan had found it. You watched anxiously and when you were able to step out of the mirror, you stretched your little wings and looked at your family. Tears welled up in your eyes and hugged everyone there, even the human woman, Eliza Maza. You were free. It felt like a joke. You never actually thought that you'd see the day that you'd be out of that prison of yours. 

"Thank you! Thank you!" You cried as you hugged them, afraid to let go.

For the past few days you were happy. During night Eliza would take you out to see how much the world changed but also help you adjust to this new time period.

At first it was hard, but you managed just fine thanks to Eliza's help as well as the clan's. 

But of course, nothing good ever lasts forever. You and your family were sitting peacefully on a roof until some strangers, to you, attacked. You recognized one of them. Demona.

Her eyes opened wide in surprise but softened as she tried to touch you. "My sweet. Is it really you?"

Flashbacks of the time back to the castle came to your mind and you slapped her hands away angrily with a sneer. "Don't touch me!"

"My darling, it's me. Your mama." 

"You're not my ma! You hurt innocent humans!"

Her lip curled a bit upward but tried to restrain herself as she said. "There are no innocents! All of these filthy humans are the same! Treacherous and deceitful!"

"Then you are no different!" You shouted at her, shocking her. You turned to leave and glared at her over your shoulder. "Don't you ever try to speak to me. I don't know you anymore."

Your words struck her. After this little argument, she tried to approach and talk to you but you'd always turn away from her until one day... she had enough.

When the clan was away, she snuck inside and took you away. You screamed, kicked, shouted and called her names but she didn't budge. Soon you found yourself once again inside a prison. This time it was a different one. It was a tower. A tower of a castle.

No matter how many times you tried to escape, Demona would always find you and put you into your tower.

She refused to let you go. She refused to believe that you had seen what she had done. She looked at her hands and balled them into fists. She growled and punched a mirror. 

[trulybetty]

Sunday | Week In Review VIII

This week's Sunday in review is sponsored by your local Farmer's Market sugared doughnuts, proudly provided by @secretelephanttattoo IYKYK 🍩

Hope everyone had a good week this week! 🙌 Tumblr is still doing it's thing with it's notifications in my activity tab. It's mostly just full of likes and some mentions (I still come across a couple on my dash I wasn't notified of), but mostly it's affecting reblogs. Anyway, if you have something you think I'd be interested in seeing or want to share - feel free to send me an Ask/DM or tag me!

Light reading week again, but it's not to say it wasn't filled with some gems!

T R U L Y U P D A T E S . . .

Happy Birthday (Joel)

W H A T I R E A D . . .

Grocery List (Frankie) by @frenchiereading I'm a sucker for domestic fluff and even more so when it stems from the Shared Breaths universe 💕 - not going to spoil this one if you haven't read the main series (which I will always shout out) - but there's a broccoli recipe here that still makes my mouth water when I think about it and I really want to try making it (if only I could conjure Frankie just as easily)

You’re Perfect for Me (Marcus P.) by @boliv-jenta The Marcus Pike thots were out in full effect this week and it started for me with this little one shot. Marcus needing some help unwinding from a tough day? Sign me up!

machine wash warm (Marcus P.) by @idolatrybarbie some more domesticity, this time from our boy Marcus (he's made for it really) and while short, it doesn't skimp on the feelings and a man who will wash your bedding and deal with the fitted sheet? Yes please!

Delta Landscaping | Chapter 6: Jeeps, Texts, and Sliders (Triple Frontier) by @rhoorl This series has be in a permanent choke hold and I'll eat up anything Jess puts out (have you checked out her Dieter series and her Frankie one shot, because you should!) and this series is the gift that keeps on giving and helps satisfy my Will Miller thots. This weeks installment is no different - we've got tensions building with Will and Katie, Benny and his big brother relationship with Connor, Santiago being Santiago and David living his best life (I want to be his bestie). Hands down one of the best things to come from thots over the Delta boys clearing Reader's garden in @goodwithcheese's 'Layover Series' (which you should read too)

The House (Jack) by @gemmahale I was so happy to get started on this series this week! The week took a left turn and I couldn't devour the rest of it as I wanted, but this is on the docket to catch with this week! It's full of intrigue and mystery and that's just the first chapter! I can't wait to see how this plays out with Andrea getting reacquainted with her grandfathers property and the history it holds.

glass (Marcus P.) by @idolatrybarbie I could be bias because this was written based on the prompts I sent over for Bea's fifty follower celebration, but it doesn't need that, because it's so good all in on it's own! We've got fluff, we've got Marcus (did I mention it's Marcus?), we've got some spice and we've got action! I'm never one to pressure authors to write fanfics, but if Bea were ever to expand on this I'd be all over it.

Butter (Joel) by fuckyeahdindjardin A happy birthday celebration for our main man Joel Miller was more of a gift to us I think. This is so incredibly sweet (pun fully intended) and was just a delight to read that had me squealing all the way through with it's toe curling pure fluff at it's best. In need of a birthday cake to bring home Joel comes across Reader closing up for the night and in exchange for fixing her shutter, she bakes him a cake. Don't sleep on this one!

What Do We Have Here (Javier P.) by @secretelephanttattoo El treated us twice this week! Now I'm still behind on Narcos (hey, I managed an extra episode this week, now a staggering five and a half episodes in!), but even if you didn't have a clue who Elisa was, the spiciness of this fic would soon make up for it! I also learnt a new word, epaulettes. Smut and education in one fanfic? What more can you ask for?

Headshots (Marcus P.) by @secretelephanttattoo Okay, the second of El's offerings this week? Not only has she been bringing the Marcus thots this week, but the fluff too! Imagine showing up to the FBI headquarters to take head shots for the agents and running into Marcus Pike multiple times over the course of a week? Wait, you don't have to! El has crafted it for us and I hear there may be a second part (series?) in the works!

Hypothermia (Joel) by @morallyinept I am the worst camper, so much so Joel Miller would probably leave my sorry ass for the clickers after the grief he'd have with me. But I hope that would be after I get to snuggle up to him for just warmth...

M E M O R A B L E P O S T S . . .

I had some interesting confessions in my Ask Inbox: Joel Thots + Oscar's Cupcakes

All of @penaonthestreets-javiinthesheets's mood boards, because they are all a mooood and a delicious delight for the eyes

The Gif™️ thots were out in full force

Maggie getting the Marcus Pike Puddles going with pancakes and cuddles visuals

Will Miller visual thots, I don't need an excuse to enjoy this over and over again.

B R O U G H T T H E J O Y . . .

How well and truly this community is so lovely - I had a really shitty day at work yesterday and by time I logged in later that night I had some wonderful messages, tags and mentions from absolutely amazing people. I can't even remember how I stumbled back onto Tumblr, but I'm so glad I did. This space really can feel like you're shouting into the abyss sometimes, but sometimes you get a response back with a 'my thots too' and you start to build your own little community.

I think I mentioned it the other day, but likes and numbers really won't hold their value. It's the reblogs with the comments, the thousand gifs/emojis or the back and forth discussions of WIP's in DM's that really make this all the worthwhile.

And also a Costco sized container of pico de gallo... it's about balance friends. But seriously, I've pushed the limits of what I can put it on this week.

T H I S W E E K ' S J A M . . .

This week's song is brought to us by my Chiffon feels as I got back into writing for Dieter x Bryony and this song is very them coded...

Hope everyone is having a fabulous Sunday, whatever it is you're doing and I wish you all a great week ahead! 💕

[oraclekleo]

Hi Kleo!

Hope I can still make it to your ask game!

My MBTI is still currently INTP and my big 3 is all fire except for Aries~

So I wanted to do an exchange because I miss you so much!

I know your game said one card pull but even my cards missed you so much, they had me pull three. They're in their "All for one, one for all" era with the 3 of Wands, Tower and Chariot when I asked what sexual fantasy should you try to make come true.

You know I love you right?

You also agree that tarot readers are just channelers/messengers, right? So don't shoot me, okay??

Because the first word that came to mind was 3 some.

Like, reverse harem, "why choose when a woman's body has more than one h°le" kind of unhinged sexual fantasy.

It's like there's this flustering suggestion to try to experiment as a means of sexual liberation and expression. Like, it could be that things have been too vanila for you lately or you might be suggested to learn to just surrender and just "receive".

Gurllllllllll this is why I don't actively do NSFW readings, this is so unhinged for my sanity to comprehend!?!

*knocked out from the first card's unhinged message*

(after a few minutes of drinking half a tumbler of the iced water)

*clears throat and slaps my chubbi chiiiks silly to concentrate*

Kleo, I'll do my best to continue, because I miss you! I have to persevere!!!!

Okay, next card is the Tower card which suggests you should try corruption kink, with a mix of intense fucking to the point of mind break.

Basically, it has to be so intense, rough and life changing where your partner has to make sure you'll end up being this drooling tired mess, excuse the graphic description but..., it has to be so good that you got dickmatized.

You know the type where you'll be like, "One kid won't be so bad". Tbh, it's the type that reminds me of those smut books... I heard Haunting Adeline, rougher than 365 days. Last thing I heard was, you'll need to put "Smut authors to shame".

I'm seeing this, but with more than one partner. Tbh, I heard 3. But you're the only girl.

Lemme just...

(okay I'm back for who knows how long just to calm down)

So finally, the last card is the Chariot, I heard raw and, unplanned, public, impulsive, but not a quickie though.

I also saw outside and water... Like, a pool, lake, river, beach, just literally go for it. Gurllllllllll I can't with your reading!! This shit is insane!! Like, when your NSFW question literally went full blown NOT SAFE?! Sweetheart, this is literally insane but good luck!

The last message from my cards was,

"If anyone can do this,

it's obviously Kleo."

Let me know how this resonates with you okay??

Oh girl! This is gonna be long, soooo looooong (pun intended 🍆).

First of all, I want to apologize to my followers who actually read the reading done for me. Sneak peak into my brain isn't pretty. 🤣

Now! Darling! You... NAILED IT! 😂 I swear, nobody ever DARED to give me such a reading even when I truly craved it. I swear you were born for NSFW readings even if you clearly broke down several times during this one. You certainly have courage to practice with me 😘

Before I forget it... The GIFs! I can't... The one with chaining up... I'm dead 🤣 And my Sir Hiddleston! 🥰

Okay! Let me give a proper feedback!

I love you, too. I hope you know it but I'm saying it because everyone should know.

The idea of a harem? Absolutely spot on. I have my mental harem in my mind with all the hotties I ever had a crush on but obviously, the real version is very tempting. 😏

"why choose when a woman's body has more than one h°le" "experiment as a means of sexual liberation and expression" "try corruption kink, with a mix of intense fucking to the point of mind break" "dickmatized" "put smut authors to shame" "raw and, unplanned, public, impulsive"

I just feel so exposed! 🤣 I mean, everybody here knows that irl I don't even touch people because I don't like it but I will admit that my brain is a dark territory. 🤣 And yes, these beasts and monsters live there and I'm so sorry you had to meet them during this reading.

I mean, not that much sorry because I absolutely loved your reading. You should start practicing the NSFW readings because... lady! You have talent. You see the images, you feel, you witness it all. That's a great gift... unless you die of blushing and laughing 🤣

Although... Maybe practice with someone less unhinged than me next time. I don't know how you digged into the depths of my brain which are usually hidden even from other readers but you clearly found some shortcut. 😛

Okay! Time to do your reading and I already feel like I just can't match you here but I will try. 😈

Hello!

Thank you so much for participating in this tiny game!

Let's see!

Question: What hidden sexual fantasy you should make come true?

Deck: The Slavic Legends Tarot - illustrated by Magdalena Kaczan

Card: 8 of Wands

Oh! Who's here for some quickie! No, actually this card reminds me more of wild and raw passion. You desire to feel the unconditional and unfiltred desire, the lust that consumes you in one mighty fiery blow. You desire to be swept off your feet and tossed into the swirling tornado of sexual experience (and into bed). You want your blood to boil, your skin glistening with sweat, your heart skipping beats, your eyes rolling back, your mouth gaping and your muscles spasm in extasy. It's not a quickie but it feels like as if you ran a record sprint, leaving you gasping for air and unable to walk. And while it's not typically a part of the 8 of Wands but I see that this experience you crave leaves you happy and smiling blissfully.

Let's close it here.

Once again, thank you so much for your reading, I can truly understand how exhausting it must have been. 💖💗

[manonamora-if]

Ask bomb

Are there any specific technologies or concepts from sci-fi books that you wish existed in the real world?

Do you consider yourself to be a picky eater?

You are given a choice to live in one of the fictional worlds where your games are set in. Which one would you choose and why?

If you were given a budget of 5000$ to upgrade your current house of tech setup, how would you spend it?

What's the most unusual item on your bedside table?

Have you read any of the IF works in chooseyourstory.com? While the forum is filled with unsavory characters, the quality of some of the works is better than most IFs found throughout the community as a whole

What's your favorite conspiracy theory, even if you don't believe it?

If you could have a conversation with your pet and they could understand you for just one minute, what would you say?

If you had a warning label, what would it say?

If aliens visited Earth and you were the first human they encountered, how would you explain our species?

What's the weirdest piece of advice you've ever received that turned out to be surprisingly useful?

What's the most absurd thing you've ever bought on impulse?

If you could have any mythical creature as a pet, which one would you choose and what would you name it?

As a french what are your thoughts on croak shoes and dad hats?

What's your favorite French expression or saying that you think the rest of the world needs to adopt?

If you could turn any activity into an Olympic sport, what would you have a good chance of winning a gold medal in?

😱

omg Anon...

Alright let's see

Teleportation. I hate the getting to places part of travelling. But also... Would it even work? Paris 2119 kinda gave me the ick about it at the same time.

I don't think I am. I'll eat almost anything and try new stuff when I can.

Any of the slice-of-life/like-the-real-world setting. Space is cool but it's too dangerous. Fantasy worlds don't have vaccines and medicine. It's like time travel: go in the past and you'll die of whatever disease is there, or in the future and maybe kill everyone with your bacteria (or was it the other way around? either way...). I'd rather live in a "normal" setting.

Half into a bed and mattress - the one you can bend up to read better. The rest in books and comics. If you give me the 5k in three years, I'll spend it in a gaming computer.

More unused bookmarks than books (I just have books on my bedside table).

I checked out the top rated listing on the main page a while back. Not my thing.

The Dead Internet Theory: the internet died some while back and is just populated by bots only. So we don't interact with people directly but through bots. It's a bit cuckoo. Or Nessie.

I've been told plants and rocks don't count as pets...

Volume not adjustable.

Don't bother, we're unsalvageable.

Touch grass. (go outside, take a walk, breath some fresh air)

Didn't buy, but I keep getting gifted croissant-related things: socks, kitchen towel... and more recently: the plushie. It is amazing. I love it.

The head of Mímir. I think we'd be drinking buddies. Especially if he is like in God of War.

Eh... Let people wear whatever they want.

« Quand le vin est tiré, il faut le boire. » - When the wine is drawn, you must drink it. Or finish your shit.

I am so average at shit, even then I wouldn't win any gold medal. And that's fine :)

[vestigialpersonality]

6 Songs - Keres

Doing separate pre- and post- tadpole for The Inevitable since his life was drastically redefined with the brain scrambling, long-term disabilities, and, well, everything. Plus some people only read only one side of the action or the other.

Meet The Inevitable (pre-tadpole), also known as Keres, Chance, Nuisance, Thomas, Sterling, Crane, Riot, Lily.....the list goes on. Chance is the closest thing he has to a name, the only one he ever picked for himself that wasn't just another mask. He is a man of many faces and is sub-optimally dual classing as a Cleric/Bard (he got good rolls, screw point-buy). I associate him with depressing jrock. I'm making an active effort to pick a variety and not just link the entire Kokyu album by Lily Chou-Chou despite the fact that it, specifically, is what helped me define him as a character.

picrew here

Other Song Selections: Post-Tadpole and Garrett

1) An event that defines your character's past

自殺願望 (Suicidal Desire) by Dué le Quartz

If our fleeting time together withers away I hope it turns into a flower that keeps giving you love. If my body could rise up and become a beautiful rain and carry the gentleness left behind all the way to you.

Leaving home to become something new, with nothing but ashes in his wake.

2) How your character sees themselves

記憶 (Memory) by See-Saw

The memory pooling into the empty shell of my body is shaping and filling me up a little at a time That is the way humans take shape by stashing the feelings they don't want to forget in their hearts

A perpetual inability to let go and move forward. His family, his friends, every single life he's taken, are marked permanently on his skin so he cannot escape them.

3) How others view them

Beast of Blood by Malice Mizer

Along with the scream from the death throes Sharp claws are shining brighter Dually obscene breaths continues And rips apart the silence of the night

This is more of an encapsulation of his urban legend that has circulated through Baldur's Gate since the late 1470s than a perception of him specifically.

4) Their closest relationship (platonic or romantic)

青道 (Blue Road) by STANCE PUNKS

It's up to the individual to stop or go The weak-hearted will collapse there Throwing away all shame We continue to walk this path

Hopeful, but also violent and off-key. A risk to everyone around him. The sentiments definitely evolve greatly over time, but I wanted to give him a good moment in this list instead of just depression. I specifically picked the live version because the extra scratchy vocals and the mosh pit view fit better than the studio recording. The relationship started as Experiment in Love by Lily Chou-Chou and ended as The Final by Dir en Grey. I'll give you three guesses as to who this is about and the first two don't count.

5) A major fight scene Again, interpreting this as his personal boss fight music.

翼をください(Give Me Wings) from the All About Lily Chou-Chou OST

What I dreamed of when I was a kid. I still have the same dream in my heart.

I realized only while trying to find this link that Evangelion apparently did this in 2.0. Oops. But they used a piano arrangement instead of acapella.

6) End credits song

エーテル (Ether) by Lily Chou-Chou

I was trapped without being able to escape If my cracked, sleeping heart is connected The Ether will revive Revive

This is unequivocally the end of his story, the last days of the first half of his life. It's been his final song since the day I started drafting any pre-tadpole fics.

[mkhyemi]

hello hello hello! i'm kalo (21, she/her, est) and this is hyemi! she does NOT want to be here, but surely her time at lumera will shape her into a perfectly suitable magickai... right??? until then, she just has to be the disney channel movie character who somehow missed the chance to say "no mom... this isn't my dream, it's yours..." and follow her real passion. tbh, that hasn't even crossed her mind at all! so she's simply accommodating herself to what's expected of her and will continue to do so until she either learns to like it or she dissipates into the ocean or something... three cheers for repression! a more detailed delve-into hyemi can be found below the cut! it's been give or take 2 and a half years since i last did this whole rp thing, so please bear with me while i shake the rust off! (and while i finish up with my semester... lol) i'm very excited to write and have a fun time with you all! feel free to give this post a like and i'll pop into your ims as quick as possible for some plotting!

profile | bio | plots (empty links will be filled when finished ;;;)

hyemi is the youngest daughter of her family, her mother is an untrained magi (her companion died fairly early after her powers awoke), her father is a human, and her older sister is also a human.

her mother is essentially living vicariously through hyemi's becoming a magickai, to the point where she moved with hyemi from ulsan to seoul so she could enroll in the memoria of seoul. very pageant-mom vibes. hyemi loves her mom though and is very much reliant on her approval, which is what led her to her compliance re: enrolling at lumera and pursuing life as a magickai.

in reality, hyemi isn't too thrilled with the premise of being a magical soldier, no matter what fancy kind of name it's given. she's very envious of the more normal kind of life her older sister is living back home

her companion is a hedgehog named needles, who is a big pain in her ass and only adds to the pressure to get serious about her training. hearing feedback from someone who knows that all of her studying and training is essentially a front hurts a little more than she'd like to admit, especially considering it's coming from an animal that can fit in the palm of her hand. suffice to say, they don't get along very well.

regarding her powers, her control over them is very finicky, and is very easily swayed by her emotions. please anticipate finding her half-submurged into the ground or various walls. to counteract this somewhat, she tends to wear wetsuits or other swim-shirt adjacent items to help keep her in one piece, to middling results. at least it stops her clothes from getting wet? #styleicon. her minor power lets her turn whatever part of her that's water into ice, but she mainly just uses this to punch things a bit harder. she's admittedly no strategist.

her fighting style is very upfront. her powers aren't conducive towards offense on an especially grand scale, and fit more towards the role of a facetank, as her water form absorbs most forms of pain.

on that note, has been taking boxing and self-defense lessons since the awakening of her powers (she uses it as stress relief, but it has synergized with her up-close fighting style and the fact that her weapon is a pair of gauntlets)

maintains a very packed schedule both to distract herself from her general sense of dissatisfaction but also to exert some form of control over what she's doing at lumera (ie: her classes, her extracurricular lessons, hiking club, working at soap and suds, etc.) she's very particular about her schedule and about punctuality in general!

on a social level, hyemi is very much a people-pleaser, and thus takes great pains to not show off her frustrations with her current lifestyle. however, this leads her to be evasive and pretty resistant to forming substantial connections with people... whoops! she tends to shape her behavior to fit with other people and is definitely more of a follower-type than a leader-type. however, her temper is a bit of a ticking time bomb at this point (though, the fuse is pretty long!) so it probably will all blow up in her face eventually. hopefully it won't all land on the wrong target?

some quickfire connection/plot ideas!:

anyone who also attended the memoria of seoul! study buddies/academic rivals/etc.

you think her power (or rather, her lack of control over her power) is hilarious, and try to devise increasingly outlandish pranks/ways of catching her by surprise to watch her collapse into a puddle. (whether this is friendly or antagonistic is up to interpretation!)

someone to help her work through her newly-developed fear of large bodies of water

bad(?) influence: or otherwise someone who wants to break her from her rigid routine-based way of living

she's a caffeine fiend, so if your muse either works at or also habitually visits the coffee shop, they could hang out there?

sparring partners / work out buddies

[drusillas-tales]

Dramione | Playlist n°4

Even though there surely are already plenty of Dramione playlists on Spotify, I still wanted to make one myself ! So here's the song that reminded me most of their ship and their mood. ( I'll probably add more songs over time <3 )

⌈ Key Lyrics ⌋

(( Muse - Madness ))

And now, I need to know, is this real love Or is it just madness keeping us afloat? And when I look back at all the crazy fights we had It's like some kind of madness was taking control [...] Come to me just in a dream Come on and rescue me Yes, I know, I can't be wrong And baby, you're too headstrong Our love is

(( Kaleo - Save Yourself ))

Well, little things that make you smile Dancing barefoot in the dark If only I had strength to change your mind Oh, for what you need You will not see Choose your words before you speak Can you see that all you've got is time? [...] Don't give in to their feelings Don't give in darkness and faith You should be safe, yeah, with someone else Tell your secrets to the night You do yours and I do mine So we won't have to keep them all inside Oh, for one so pure Count these off Let your feelings take control Hold on to the world that he's begging for

(( Tamer - Beautiful Crime ))

We fight every night for something When the sun sets, we're both the same Half in the shadows Half burned in flames We can't look back for nothin' Take what you need, say your goodbyes I gave you everything And it's a beautiful crime [...] Each breath I left behind Each breath you take is mine Walking on a line ten stories high Fear a fall, you're asking why

(( Kyo - Le Chemin ))

On a parcouru le chemin On a tenu la distance Et je te hais de tout mon corps Mais je t'adore On a parcouru le chemin On a souffert en silence Et je te hais de tout mon corps Mais je t'adore encore

(( Blanco & Mahmood - Brividi ))

Nudo con i brividi A volte non so esprimermi E ti vorrei amare, ma sbaglio sempre E ti vorrei rubare un cielo di perle E pagherei per andar via Accetterei anche una bugia E ti vorrei amare, ma sbaglio sempre E mi vengono i brividi, brividi, brividi

(( Taylor Swift - Timeless ))

Down the block, there's an antique shop And something in my head said, "Stop, " so I walked in On the counter was a cardboard box And the sign said, "Photos: twenty-five cents each" Black and white, saw a '30s bride And two lovers laughin' on the porch of their first house The kinda love that you only find once in a lifetime The kind you don't put down And that's when I called you and it's so hard to explain But in those photos, I saw us instead And, somehow, I know that you and I would've found each other In another life, you still would've turned my head

[the-eclectic-wonderer]

Soo about the translation for Se Telefonando you mentioned in your author's note... is it too much to ask? 👀 (and am I setting myself up for more heartbreak by sending you this?)

kdskdhk ok I'll be honest. I was waiting for someone to ask because I've actually written a full-blown literary analysis for Se Telefonando and I have to share it here. My friend, I hope you don't mind if I use your ask to share my essay :')

Let's do this: I'll write my own translation down here, and I'll add my many, many notes (both on the translation itself, and on how it relates to the fic) under a cut. You can decide for yourself if it's heartbreaking or not :)

Ready?

Here's my translation:

The wonder of the night, opened wide over the sea,

Caught us unawares while we were still strangers, you and I

Then, in the dark, your hands suddenly on mine:

It’s grown too quickly, this, our own little love

If I could tell you goodbye just by calling, I’d call you

If I was certain you wouldn’t suffer seeing me again, I’d see you again

If I could tell you to stop while looking you in the eyes, I’d look at you

But I can’t explain to you that our newborn love is already over (x2)

Notes under the cut:

Alright, just a bit of context first. Se Telefonando was written in 1966 by De Chiara and Costanzo, two notable Italian pop music and TV personalities, and arranged by the world-famous composer Ennio Morricone. It was written specifically to be sung by Mina, a legend of Italian pop music with a unique voice (who, in fact, gives a wonderful interpretation of the song!). So: big names for the lyrics, big name for the melody, big name for the singer. And it shows!

Let's take it from the top.

Lo stupore della notte spalancata sul mar

The word stupore evokes in Italian the same feeling that wonder evokes in English: something that can be child-like, a special kind of surprise that leaves you speechless. This feeling is caused by the coming of the night, spalancata [= opened wide] over the sea: the word spalancata is used when doors are opened completely and (often) suddenly. So, all in all: the night opens without warning, like a portal to another world, over the sea, and surprises the two lovers (we'll meet them in the next verse, don't worry). Quite the start, huh?

Ci sorprese che eravamo sconosciuti, io e te

The verb ci sorprese (whose subject is the aforementioned night) could be literally translated as surprised us; I preferred a caught us unawares to convey, once again, the feeling of unexpectedness and wonder that overcomes the pair. The romance the singer shares with her lover happened quickly and unexpectedly; so much so that they were still sconosciuti, strangers, when they fell in love. I love the juxtaposition in the second half of the verse, here: the singer says they were surprised by their feelings when they were still strangers, but then immediately adds io e te, that is you and I, which communicates a strong familiarity to me -- yes, we were strangers, but we were also you and I. So familiar and intimate I don't even have to use any other words: we're the only people in our whole world.

A short note on the fic: the idea of the Girls being surprised by their bond is actually canon (Dorothy says it out loud in the finale: the Girls' friendship is a gift she never expected at that point in her life). I liked the parallel with this verse -- the Girls learned to know each other (ie became you and I rather than strangers) through the lens of their quick and deep friendship, and I've always loved that. (In the particular universe of the fic they didn't properly analyze what their actual feelings were, but we'll get to that in a moment.)

Poi, nel buio, le tue mani d'improvviso sulle mie

I love the intimacy in this verse. The theme of surprise is still there (d'improvviso = suddenly), but the real gem is the figure of the lover's hands on the singer's to indicate physical intimacy. Using the hands as a shortcut to suggest a physical relation (as part of their love) makes it delicate and romantic, while still clearly conveying the intimacy of the act. It doesn't even say they hold hands, or intertwine fingers: a very simple your hands on mine is all that's necessary.

Note also that this happens nel buio [= in the dark]: here's the full uncovering of the metaphor that carried us through the first two verses, ie the night (or, more in general, the darkness) as a placeholder for the feelings that caught the pair by surprise.

È cresciuto troppo in fretta questo nostro amor

There's the first crack in the picture. We've lived in dream land until here: the coming of the night, the softness, the intimacy, the sweet (almost lullaby-like) music... but here comes the reckoning: the love between our two characters è cresciuto troppo in fretta, has grown too quickly. Before we move on to examine the consequences of this hurry in the chorus, there's one small moment of tenderness left: questo nostro amore, literally this, our love. The literal translation doesn't convey just how soft and intimate the phrasing sounds in Italian: it's a love that's specifically ours, to be cherished, to be protected, to be nurtured (to be grown -- albeit too quickly). Hence the inclusion of own and little in my translation -- it felt like the right way to evoke similar feelings in English.

Se telefonando io potessi dirti addio, ti chiamerei Se io rivedendoti fossi certa che non soffri, ti rivedrei Se guardandoti negli occhi sapessi dirti basta, ti guarderei

Ah, the chorus! Finally. The first line here is the title of the fic, and what inspired it in the first place: the idea of someone not being able to call because they can't bear actually saying goodbye to their lover was just too delicious not to explore -- and since the theme was phone calls, it made sense to only tell the story through said phone calls (and it made for a fun challenge, too!).

The repeated if/then structure in this chorus is amazing. The stakes are increased after every line: the first verb, se telefonando, is almost impersonal (it means if just by calling generally, not if by calling you specifically), and yet it's already juxtaposed with potessi dirti addio, ie I could tell you goodbye (and addio is a proper, forever goodbye, not just a see you later!). Then we have rivedendoti [= seeing you again] in the second verse, and guardandoti negli occhi [= looking you in the eyes]; progressively more and more intimate actions. This is the desperate plea of a woman who knows she has to part from her lover (although we don't know why; the reasons are never explained) and begs him to see on his own that their relationship is over, because she doesn't have the strength to tell him personally. She longs to see him (as testified by the growing intimacy in the actions she describes) but at the same time she can't even call him on the phone, because she knows she'll capitulate if she does; she knows she has to tell him, but she also knows she's not able to bear it.

Note that this is also underlined by the music: the theme becomes much more dramatic than it was during the first stanza, the three verses are sung in crescendo (Mina was a powerhouse of a singer!), and the melody is transposed higher and higher at each verse. One really gets the sense of urgency and helplessness in the singer's plea: she needs to say all these things, she must say goodbye to her lover and their encompassing, surprising love, but she can't.

You can see why I was so inspired to use this for the Girls, can't you? :)

Ma non so spiegarti che il nostro amore appena nato è già finito

And finally -- the last line, and the moment of peak tension. The chorus has upped the ante with every line, bringing us closer and closer to the precipice, and now we're on the cusp: the music resolves, and we fall down. The song until this point was still suspended, in a way; we could feel the desperation in the singer's voice, we knew what was hiding behind all those hypotheticals, but it's only now that the truth is out in the open: I can't explain to you that our newborn love is already over. Game, set, match.

First of all: non so spiegarti literally means I don't know how to explain to you -- but that sounds almost whiny in English (to me, at least). What the lyrics are trying to convey here is a feeling of helplessness: the singer has no words to explain to her lover that their story is over (hence why she can't even call him on the phone).

And then the kicker: our newborn love is already over. The image of a newborn love fits the motif of child-like wonder and love growing we already encountered in the stanza: it's a sort of juxtaposition between the innocence of feeling (love, in this specific case, that makes one feel open and light again) and the cruelty of real life (that forces the lovers apart). This same juxtaposition is found in the music as well: I've already mentioned that the melody is almost lullaby-like in the stanza, it becomes much more dramatic in the chorus, and the song ends with a trailing tail of la-la-la that would not be too out of place in a children's playground (which, to me, only serves to further drive home the divide).

The idea of a newborn love is not exactly what I was going for in the fic, but it's still closely aligned: I figure in this universe the Girls were just about to have their oh moment when Dorothy got her chance to run away and left them all heartbroken. Sophia even comments on it in her voicemail message: she thought they were days away from it. You know that common sapphic experience of being very, very close to one of your friends, and then she starts dating someone else, and you feel heartbroken even though you two were never really in a relationship (and maybe you never even realize you had feelings for her until a decade later)? That's the vibe I was going for: being almost there but never saying anything explicit, so that when it all crumbles down, it falls spectacularly. Not a newborn love, but an almost-born love, in a way. An almost-born love that is over before it had a chance to begin.

And that's it, I think! My lit teacher would be proud of me. It's been a while since I had the chance to analyze anything in *this* much depth and I had a wonderful time. Hope you enjoyed reading this far -- and I'm always open to questions, if you have any!

[5a-alf]

As of late I've been obsessed with two fandoms: Les mis and Merlin (yes I'm ten years late on everything) so rightfully I decided to mash the two and this is the result

A Les Mis Merlin!AU,

starring Enjolras as Arthur and Les amis as the knights, bar grantaire that is gonna be Merlin.

Enjolras is a prat in a different way from Arthur, he tends to fail to see from others' prospective and is quite oblivious to feelings and emotional nuance. As a noble he would lack the ability to understand _why_ poor people/sorcerers _don't_ fight for better treatment. He expects them to. He doesn't understand having too much on your plate to do that, nor fearing for your life

Grantaire as Merlin would be a much more reclutant Emrys. He is a cynic, but it'd stem from being constantly scared of death. He'd bring Enj down a notch and make him see the reality of being a commoner, or of having magic. He is so strong he is afraid of his own power, and he doesn't want the weight of the responsability; every magic person is counting of him and he is convinced that he would fail them if he tried.

In this AU magic would be banned in Camelot by the king (role that would fit Javert to a T, ignoring the familiar relations) but Arthur!Enjolras would be pro magic from the start, AND somewhat open about that position. He is the head the knights and has a inner circle made of Les amis that are also pro magic.

I think it would make the most sense for grantaire to keep the magic to himself, even after knowing their stance on it. Maybe it could be revealed that he is a magic user early on, but he would keep being Emrys under wraps. Destiny is shit anyway.

He would gladly lay his life down for Enj and do anything for him tho, as we well know. He would bicker and fight and piss him off but his magic IS for Enj. He believes in the future of Albion just because he believes in Enjolras; destiny is shit and he won't be its bitch but one thing it got right, grantaire would not stop at anything to keep his king safe.

The other characters are more muddy:

I think Cosette could be a (good!)Morgana. Enj's half sibling, with powerful magic. BUT she could also be a good Gwen, with Marius as Lancelot and Jean Valjean as the town forger.

With Cosette as Morgana, Eponine could be her Gwen (and Cosette x Eponine x Marius would work so well here). Gwen!Eponine makes sense because it would keep her lower class status AND would put her in the position to be Grantaire first and best friend in Camelot.

I think that what would make the most sense about the line of succession would be for Enj and Cosette to be half siblings, children of a Duke who had an affair with Fantine (not that Fantine would...you can make this tragic); Fantine then married Jean Valjean (posing as a noble) to keep her honor and give Cosette a father (Valjean is perfectly aware of all of this. They made a patch). Tragedy struck and Enj parents die, so he is taken in by Javert (the king, enj's father brother) because he doesn't have any other descendant and Enj is now the second in line.

Fantine dies and Valjean is discovered to be an impostor posing as noble, and is forced to flee. Javert takes Cosette from him because he know the truth of her birth, so she is rightfully in line for the throne too.

I think most other roles could be shuffled around getting more distant from canon Merlin; we should have Joly as the court physician (or at least apprentice, as opposed to grantaire). Musichetta has her hands full running The Rising Sun, or another tavern/inn. Jehan is a druid in my heart, he could be Enj's contact with the old religion and its people.

Also Jean Valjean could be good not-related-to-Grantaire Balinor. It would give him a reason to be in hiding, and to be hated by Javert

Anyway this is all I have for now, but I'll probably add more later