#I'm even looking at it now. That is kinda pale. RIP

[dualityofcaezar]

Out of sight

Concubine Dio x male reader

(an: I am dumb so some things might be wrong abt concubines idk)

WARNINGS: !!spanking (kinda) degradation (not to you!) cumflation (not you!) mentions of free use of Dio (he a hoe) you're pretty possessive of Dio, part1 Dio, manhandling (?) (not you!) deep-throating, humiliation (not you!) Dio gets his clothes ripped off Infront of people, violence (?), reader is like really buff, stomach bulging (not you!) no prep (yeouwch)!!

If there's anything I missed let me know!

‼️MINORS DNI‼️

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It was a quiet day today, no business meetings or having to lob someones head off.

So of course you took that time and spent it on spending time with your loyal and beautiful concubines.

The said concubines were constantly spoiled with riches and luxuries beyond their comprehension by you, you've always wanted to give them a comfortable life with no worries other than serving you the best they can, and so you did give them that!

All of your concubines appreciated your work and care for them, they were always happy with your affection even if it may seem slim due to your work.. and someone else that's constantly occupying your mind along with your lap.

There Dio was sitting on your lap, it was never spoken out loud but rather just blatantly known you favoured Dio more, there never once was a complaint or rather not Infront of you.

Although Dio had most of the attention between all of your concubines it just wasn't enough for him.. all the spoiling you did, all the affectionate nights as well as the steamy ones. It just wasn't enough apparently.

So if course Dio had to walk into your meeting room while you weren't there in that short white silky dress that barely covered anything, along with the pure gold bangles and choker you had gotten him not too long ago.

His ass was practically fully on display and he knew it too. All those fat dirty rich men looked on as he bent over at your desk, they all chuckle and breath heavily as they watch the show Dio puts on for them.

Dio thought you didn't know what he was doing but much to his suprise you did, the other men wouldn't have been so quiet in that room after all.

Back to where you are now, Dio's squirming on your lap every so often— trying to get you hard. But you resisted, glaring down at him before you force him slightly over your shoulder so his covered ass is presented to the other concubines.

They watch closely with curiousity and so does Dio, that is, until you speak.

"I'm very sure you all are quite fulfilled with what I had given you up to this day, am I correct?"

You ask although leaving no room to disagree, your concubines nod eagerly as the admit the truth.

"of course master!"

"we thank you greatly master!"

They all sing your praises though they come to a stop when you raise your hand for a quick moment.

"well that's good to hear, however, there seems to be someone who can't exactly be satisfied."

Your concubines let out a silent gasp at your words as they pay full attention to you.

"so I believe I shall make an example out of the one, and I'm quite sure you know who it is."

Dio gulps nervously as he feels your grip on the fat of his hip tighten, he opens his mouth to say something but before he can your dominant hand tears off the back lower half of his robe off.

A shiver goes down Dio's spine as he feels the chill air touch his bare plump ass and his small soft cock, his said cock twitching slightly at being seen by all your concubines.

Of course it's beyond embarrassing but deep within him find this arousing, although he doesn't resist it at all despite the embarassment.

You whisper into Dio's ear, your voice a deep and threatening growl

"I don't know why or how I put up with your bullshit like I do, maybe I should just throw you on the table they huddle over at and let them have their way with you."

You land a harsh slap on Dio's peachy ass, his pale skin quickly stinging and turning a bright red.

"you'd like that wouldn't you? To be fucked by those men.. but their cocks could never compare to mine, no no. Theirs aren't even half the size of mine, theirs can't put an obvious bulge in your stomach like mine can."

Dio whimpers as his body shakes with humiliation at being seen like this but also arousal, after all he has always liked showing off his body but to be belittled by his master like this.. while he was feeling pretty guilty since you did always take care of him and treated him like royalty but he was just feeling awfully needy that day.

Dio's small cock grows harder with every degrading word that leaves your mouth, his dick weeping as his pre drips onto your lap right above your bulge.

With a loud disapproving grunt you shove Dio onto the floor Infront of you, glaring at him expectantly which Dio catches onto quickly and starts unzipping your pants, pulling out your half hard cock.

He licks a long stripe from the base of your cock to the tip before bobbing his head down on it, Dio only gets about half way before he starts to gag, tears pricking his eyes as he tries pulling off momentarily until you grab the back of his head and push him down so his nose is pressed snug into your pubes.

"ggk-hmmff!!! ahmf!" Gurgling and chocking noises leave Dio, once he can feel himself becoming lightheaded you pull Dio off your throbbing dick — giving it a couple of strokes before standing up infront of Dio and tossing him over your shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

Dio let's out a gasp as he tries to catch his breath while grabbing ahold of whatever he can on your back to ensure he doesn't fall, your other concubines watch on with awe as they stay in their places, knowing well enough to not interfere when you're not only mad but also dishing out a punishment.

— ★ —

You throw Dio onto your bed roughly, he whimpers with a slight hint of fear but mostly arousal as he turns over onto his stomach quickly and presents himself to you.

You grab a handful of Dio's hair before whispering in his ear.

"Such a filthy slut."

And with that you press your cock head against Dio's unprepared hole and force yourself in, Dio let's out a silent scream once your tip is in, despite doing this before you'll always just be so big.

Dio's back arches alot as his eyes roll back while you push in deeper, stars fly across his vision until he lets out a loud moan.

Once your dick is about half way inside him a small yet visible bulge appears in his lower abdomen, which only seems to grow bigger the deeper you go inside him.

You start thrusting in and out of Dio's tight ass slowly before you start plowing into him vigorously.

"ahhn! Ah, ah hyahn~! M-Master! Pl-please, slow dow- nah~ah!"

Dio's moans, your grunts, and wet slapping fills the room as you fuck into Dio like you're rabbits, your heavy balls smacking against his ass as you continue to fill him.

Slowly the coil in Dio's stomach grows tighter until it finally snaps

As you keep bucking into Dio he squeaks out a particularly loud moan, cum spraying messily from his cock underneath both of you while he grabs onto the sheets for dear life.

Dio's hole tightens around your dick causing your orgasm to come rolling down you.

With a low grunt you thrust deep inside Dio's stomach, a big bulge visible in his abdomen which only inflates from your thick cum filling Dio completely up.

You both pant heavily, sweaty bodies sticking together while your clothes crease up, Dio twitching underneath you erratically.

Slowly you start to pull out, cum leaking out from the sides of of Dio's ass as it drips down his thighs and your balls,

Once your cum covered cock is finally out you lean down and press a kiss on Dio's sweaty neck, you leave Dio in your chambers exactly like that with your cum dripping out of his ass for the maids to find him in such a state and to take care of him.

You return to the room you were in previously where all your other concubines as sitting, you take a seat Infront of them with a still very hard cock, they quickly scramble Infront of you and start licking your cock clean.

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This was shit I know, I wanted to get something out since it's been a while

[traumxrei-archive]

【 trapped in a daze 】

summary: 'reaching out to you, i cannot have it; but i'm drawn to you' (or, the floydyuu college au that no one asked for but i delivered anyway >:D)

word count: 3.4k (yeah...intense brainrot...)

warnings: college au so all chars are aged up, depictions of drinking and throwing up, some cursing here and there, and. making out. haha.

a/n: this originally was supposed to be krista's request for the 600 followers event, but then it kinda evolved into an...entirely different thing.... this was also lowkey inspired by this song drunk-dazed. n e ways, i hope you enjoy ^^

It wasn't supposed to be like…this.

This being lips against their mouth, the distant blare of party music so far in the back of their consciousness because this kiss was so all-consuming and— Sevens, this was all but too much for their heart to handle.

Looking back at it, the only reason that Yuu had come to this party was to watch over their friends and make sure they didn't drink themselves into an early grave. Their whole plan was to sit in a corner somewhere and try to avoid getting alcohol splashed on them, or worse, thrown up on. But well, nothing ever went according to the plan, did it?

By the fourth hour of the party, the bass from the music was making their head throb. Yuu took a quick look around the room. Ace was chatting up a storm in the middle of a group of students, and Jack was on the other side, playing magnetic darts with Sebek. Deuce and Epel were playing Twister, and maybe it was time that they intervened lest they accidentally sprain something out of sheer stubbornness not to lose.

Yuu was slowly making their way through the crowd when their arm was tugged, almost hard enough to rip from its socket. They whirled around and— Floyd Leech was there, grinning at them coyly, "Shrimpy~ Where ya goin'?"

"I'm saving those two idiots from getting hangovers," They managed to wrestle their arm away from Floyd, who pouted lightly at their actions.

"You aren't going to play with me tonight?" Floyd's words were innocent, but the look in his eyes was anything but.

Yuu swallowed. Curse their past self for even promising the slippery eel anything— especially when that thing was a kiss. Sevens. What was past-them thinking?

Maybe they should rewind a bit. Back to the day that they had the absolute pleasure of meeting the infamous Floyd Leech.

They remembered it very clearly. He had caught their arm in the exact same careless way, demanding that they "played" with him with that stupidly handsome grin on his face. And— with the pretense that they were either going get into something shady, or worse, disappear from the face of the Twisted Wonderland— Yuu did what any normal person would do.

They had kicked him in the nuts. (Which, quite honestly, they do not regret.)

After seeing the university lanyard around the taller’s, or person-who-would-be-taller-if-he-wasn’t-keeling-over-in-pain’s neck, they had paled. They definitely weren’t about to add ‘physical assault of a fellow student’ onto their permanent record.

Yuu had apologized.

Profusely.

Over and over again.

(Something that they regretted because looking back at it, Floyd never once looked mad at them kicking him, only mildly amused. Now-Yuu wondered if it was all an act after all, a pitiful response to illicit their sympathy.)

But after all their efforts, Floyd still wouldn’t let them go. The clock was ticking; they had an important lecture to be at, but the menace wouldn’t let them budge an inch out of that hallway.

Instead, he proposed that terrible-horrible idea of letting him kiss them sometime. The logical side of their brain said it was a nonsense offer to kiss a stranger. But the part of their brain that wanted to leave this situation said that he was a stranger anyway and they would never have to meet him again. And, after all, they had kicked him in the balls on a Monday morning. So one kiss wasn't such an expensive price.

At least, that was what Yuu thought before their friends informed them of Floyd's notoriety. (“You promised the Floyd Leech a kiss?” Ace, of all people had exclaimed, “He literally almost chewed someone’s arm off last semester!”) Predictably, they spent every second after learning the fact regretting it ever since.

Floyd had hounded them day in and day out, and their pride was the only thing keeping them from giving in to his childish demands. Even though it was “just one kiss” they certainly did not want to see the smug satisfaction on Floyd’s irritatingly handsome face after he got what he wanted.

"Later, Floyd," The present Yuu acquiesced, forcing themself to relax slowly. The more they argued with Floyd, the more time wasted getting Deuce and Epel away from breaking all their bones on the Twister board.

"Imma hold you to that. No running, okay?" The eelmer had pressed an uncharacteristically soft hand to the top of their head, before stalking off in the opposite direction. The crowd seemed to part as he got near, and they would've been impressed if they were any other person. Instead, they sagely wished that they were one of the crowd who Floyd Leech didn’t know of. (Then again, would life have been boring without Floyd Leech? That they would never know.)

Now Floyd-less, Yuu made quick work of dragging Epel and Deuce to a couch near the more-sober-but-still-buzzed dart-throwing duo. All the while they both complained loudly about how they “would've won that Twister game” if not for their interference. (For reference, Yuu was quite sure they were on the losing team)

Deuce had snaked an arm around their waist, still arguing with Epel as the other was using their shoulder as a pillow. Meanwhile, Sebek had planted himself on the end of the couch, starting to lecture the two on "safe drinking habits" that the famed "Young Master" had taught him.

Yuu was definitely going to ask for compensation in the form of hard cash once all this was over.

"Could you guys...get off?" They pushed out, trying without success to untangle themself from the pile of drunk humans attached to them.

Jack chuckled, "There's no getting out of that mess without actual intervention."

"So intervene for me," They said sharply. Of course, Jack did nothing but back away, his tail swishing in mischief. The nerve. Even with his golden boy reputation, they didn’t get any special treatment.

And it was with that opportune timing the infamous Ace Trappola decided to grace them all with his presence. But before he could say anything, he was throwing up all over the front of their shirt.

Sevens. Of course, in a room full of strangers it had to be Ace who threw up all over them.

"Oh fuck," The ginger groaned, immediately collapsing to the ground. They sprung up immediately, assessing the damage. Aside from the horrible stickiness of their shirt, it seemed that Epel and Deuce somehow managed to avoid the spray.

"Disgusting," Deuce wrinkled his nose, latching onto Epel instead as they grabbed a handful of tissues from the table to wipe their shirt with.

Ace at least had the decency to look apologetic, "I'm so–"

"Just…don't drink anymore, get a glass of water instead," They dismissed the ginger's guilty stare. "I'm going to attempt to salvage my shirt. We're leaving soon, so Sebek, call a taxi." After making sure that Ace wasn't going to immediately retch again, they started their search for somewhere to wash the vomit off their shirt.

Yuu stumbled right into what looked to be a bathroom, sighing loudly as they ran their hands under the tap. It was just their luck that the bathroom was empty—

"Shrimpy?" The shower curtain slipped open, and sprawled out in the bathtub was fucking Floyd Leech.

What the actual fuck.

The night could not get any worse than this.

Actually, a part of them whispered, it could. Floyd could've had company. Now that would've been infinitely worse. But he was blessedly alone. (This would be the only time Yuu was glad that Floyd was alone.) The eelmer seemed to appraise them, mismatched eyes flicking down to their shirt, the still-running sink, and then back up to their face.

"I didn't throw up," Yuu said sharply, feeling the need to explain that they weren't that idiotic. And then they did a double take, because why would they need to explain themself to Floyd Leech? When they looked up again, Floyd was holding out the jacket he previously wore.

"Don't tell me you're gonna walk around in that all night?" The varsity jacket clinked as he shook it around, and they weighed out their options. The first option was to go home with a shirt half-soaked in Ace-puke. (Gross. Disgusting. Not to mention unsanitary.) And the second option was—

"My arm's getting ti~red~"

Yuu rolled their eyes. Typical Floyd, not even letting them finish a thought. They grabbed it out of his hands without a second thought. The jacket was simple enough with ‘Leech’ emblazoned across the back. And right below it was Floyd's basketball jersey number.

"Impressed?" Floyd prompted, casually propping his head on the tub. "You can have it if you want."

"No," The word was already flying out of their mouth before they could formulate a proper thought. They tried again, "What's the price for this?"

"Boo~ It's just a small favor," He stuck out his tongue. "I'm no Azul, y'know? 'Sides it was starting to get stuffy."

"You guys are close enough for me to be wary," They said curtly, stepping toward the other. It was an odd sight, Floyd looking up at them, still very much comfortable in the tub.

They dragged the shower curtain shut, "If I find you peeking—"

"I'm no perv, Shrimpy," Floyd laughed airily.

Yuu slipped off the stained shirt, running it under the water. Wiping at their torso, they eyed Floyd's jacket. At least it smelled clean, something like tequila and a sharp cologne tangling pleasantly in the air. They finally pulled it on. The jacket was ridiculously big. (Which made sense, considering that Floyd was a giant. Floyd and his twin, Jade, were notorious for somehow breaking the human limits of height. Then again, they weren’t exactly human, were they?) And it already felt ten times better than wearing the puke-shirt. Not like they would tell Floyd that.

And now they had a choice. They could just...leave. The door was unlocked, and Floyd couldn't see them. They would wash the jacket and give it back to Floyd on a later date and be on their merry way. But their conscience prickled slightly. (A terrible thing to happen, especially when it concerned Floyd.)

They dragged back the curtain once more.

Floyd's eyes opened sleepily, "Mmm, I thought you ran away again."

"Again?" They echoed, before backtracking. "No, wait, I just wanted to say thank you before I leave."

"So you were planning on running away," Floyd finally got up, ducking under the curtain bar and stepping out of the tub.

And then he froze. His eyes stayed pinned on their figure. And suddenly the bathroom felt a little too small. They didn't know what he was staring at, but it was starting to unnerve them the longer it went on.

"Um, Floyd...?"

That broke his stupor, lopsided grin returning, "Hey, that's the fourth time you've said my name."

Their brows furrowed, "You were counting—?”

"Could I get that kiss now?" Floyd asked. Their sentences and thoughts skidded to a halt at the wild pitch that was thrown their way. He was always interrupting them, one way or another.

"Now?"

"Now," Floyd said simply, and— since when was he that close to them? The little bastard. He had been slowly backing them up into the wall as they were trying to process everything. They were about to protest when he spoke again, "Or wouldja like me to kiss you in the middle of the cafeteria tomorrow? In front of everyone? That'd be nice too."

"Fine. Now," They sighed, their back hitting the tiled wall. "How do you wanna do this?"

Floyd hummed, "Do you always ask people 'how' they want to kiss you before kissing them?" One of his hands settled against the column of their neck, rubbing at the skin there. They just prayed that Floyd couldn’t feel the racing of their heartbeat against his fingers.

"I don't know, do I?" Yuu exhaled shakily from their mouth as Floyd's chest pressed against theirs. "Guess you'll have to ask the people I've kissed."

"Talking about others when I'm here?" Floyd's tone stayed low even as he whined, and in the dimness of the bathroom, they could see his dual-colored eyes spark with excitement. "I'm hurt, Shrimpy."

"Doesn't look that way to me," They muttered, eyes fluttering shut out of reflex as his hair brushed against their cheek.

Just as they thought Floyd would kiss them, he spoke again, "A young eel's heart is more complex than that."

Their eyes crept open, "Are you actually going to–"

Floyd didn't waste time interrupting them with his actions this time, finally capturing their lips with his own.

Floyd's lips were in no way soft or warm. No, instead he had no problem going against the cliches, his cold lips giving them goosebumps as he pressed in harder. They made a surprised noise when Floyd slipped his tongue into their mouth. There was the sweet aftertaste of tequila against their tongue, even as Floyd smirked against the kiss.

They could feel his teeth skirting dangerously along their lips before he finally bit down. A mangled sound was pulled out of their throat, their nerves singing at the sensation before they shoved hard at his chest, jostling him away.

"Hmm, too much for the first kiss?" Floyd asked, tilting his head sardonically. "But kissing's pretty on you, Shrimpy." Their breaths were coming out in harsh pants and it was annoying how unfazed Floyd looked.

"Did– Y-you bit me–" They tried to look at the bathroom mirror but Floyd's face was crowding against theirs once more.

"Okay, then let's try again," Floyd said lightly, his fingers coming to cup their face once more.

They kept their arm braced against his chest, "It was supposed one kiss."

"Hmm, was it?" Floyd tilted his head. "Well, do you wanna kiss me again, Shrimpy?"

Yuu pursed their lips, gaze subconsciously dropping to the curve of Floyd's mouth. Did they want to kiss Floyd Leech again? Maybe. Would they rather drown in a pool of tequila than admit it and give Floyd the satisfaction? Obviously.

Fuck, tequila. Their tongue swiped across their lips, and they could almost taste the sweet flavor of it.

"Tick tock, Shrimpy," Floyd's voice was a lot closer now, his head now nestled onto their shoulder. "I'm getting bored."

His lips traced over their jaw and they inhaled sharply, "If you're b-bored kiss someone else."

"Don't want those other minnows," Floyd mumbled against their neck, his teeth scraping over their skin. They shivered at the sensation before pressing a hand to their mouth.

"I..."

Yuu didn’t get to finish.

The door slammed open, and they made eye contact with a very confused-looking Deuce.

"Yuu? What are you–?" Deuce seemed to register the intimidating figure that was latched onto them at that moment, his eyes widening. Right. They never locked the door to the bathroom.

"Aha, it's that Macky that's always with you," Floyd said in a humorless tone. In fact, he seemed rather...pissed.

"T-the t-taxi’s here, w-we're going home," Deuce's eyes shifted nervously between them and Floyd, and oddly, down to their neck.

And just as Yuu was about to speak, Floyd spoke up once more, "Shrimpy's with me. So get lost before you get hurt~"

A bewildered expression crossed Deuce's face and Yuu just sighed. If they leave now, they probably didn’t have to see Floyd Leech ever again. Their “favor” had been repaid, and Floyd would have no reason to seek them out. It was the rational thing to do, right? But on the other hand…

Fuck being rational.

"What he said,” Yuu let their hand squeeze at Floyd’s shoulder. “If I don't come back tomorrow he probably disposed of my body in a dumpster, or whatever. Tell everyone to get home safely." And they could feel Floyd physically flinch at their agreement.

There was this overly delighted smile on his face as he pressed a kiss to their nose, "Shrimpy, what're you saying~? I'll take very good care not to hurt you, promise." And they belatedly wondered if they were still drunk from the singular cup of soju Ace handed them a few hours ago. Agreeing to stay with Floyd Leech was definitely not on their list of things to do today. But they already decided to follow their heart, right?

"Now scram, Macky."

Deuce did not need to be told twice. He turned on his heel and immediately shut the door behind him. Floyd strolled up and locked the door.

"Floyd."

"Mhm?"

"Don't actually murder me."

"I won't if you give me another kiss~"

Yuu huffed, their palm cradling Floyd’s face as they pulled him in, “You’re insufferable.”

And that was how they got there. Floyd’s lips were still insistent against theirs, albeit softer and gentler than before. He seemed to be intent on prying sigh after sigh from their lungs, clever lips smirking against their own. Thinking about it now, it wasn’t such a bad place to be, if only Floyd would shut up with his comments.

“Are we dating now?” Floyd murmured.

“We haven’t even gone on a date yet?” Yuu raised a brow as Floyd pressed his fingers against their neck for the nth time. “Wait— you like me?”

“Shrimpy, you’re playing with me,” Floyd’s giggles echoed against the walls. “'Course I do. Don’t you like me too? Isn’t that why you kissed me again?” Well. He got them there. Maybe it really was their petty pride that was getting in the way of them realizing the kind-of-massive crush they had on the other, with the way their cheeks felt hot at the insinuation.

“See~ You do~” Floyd’s smile was sharp before it was soft, but they couldn’t help but avoid his gaze. “And for the date, let’s go now.”

Now that got their attention, “Floyd, it’s probably 3am.”

“We’ll go to McDonald’s,” Floyd announced resolutely, and Yuu would’ve found it funny if they didn’t find it utterly ridiculous.

“You can’t just—” It was with that opportune timing that they caught a glimpse of themself in the mirror. “Floyd Leech. Did you give me a fucking hickey?” 

"Hmm?" Floyd met their gaze, grinning coyly. "But it seemed like you enjoyed it. And it looks good on you, Shrimpy."

They held in the scream threatening. to bubble up their throat, “That was why Deuce was— Oh, I’m never going to live this down.”

“What about McDonald’s though?” Floyd asked, all while they were having a stage three mental breakdown over the fact that one of their best friends had not only caught them making out with someone but with a hickey on their neck. Not to mention the jacket, it must've looked like they—

“Forget about McDonald’s, I’m going to die out of shame right here,” Yuu muttered, sliding down the wall slowly. Floyd must’ve found that amusing, because with the strength only an eelmer could muster, he hoisted them into his arms.

“You can’t die on me now. I’ll treat you to McDonald’s and you’ll be alright,” Floyd said cheerily, as if an oreo McFlurry could somehow magically fix Yuu’s reputation with their friends.

They clutched at his shoulder, “Nothing you can say will make any of this better.” 

“Really?” Floyd stopped, halfway through unlocking the door. “Y’know, earlier, I was staring at you, right? It was because you looked too good in my jacket. ‘S like it was made for you, or something?”

Whoever made Floyd Leech this flirty should really go to hell.

They delivered a swift palm to Floyd’s chin, hiding their face, “O-okay, I got it. You win. Let’s just go to McDonalds.” And there was this very satisfied look on Floyd’s face; the very definition of a cat that had gotten the cream all for himself. The exact smug look that they had been dreading to see. But well…it didn’t really feel too bad to be on the receiving end of it. Especially not when Floyd started humming happily under his breath.

Not exactly where they thought they would be by the end of the night, but if a trip to McDonald’s at 3am after a party was what a relationship with Floyd would be like, then they probably wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world. Except maybe their reputation back. (Okay, that last part was definitely lie.)

thank you for reading this college au fic ! tbh i had a lot of fun writing a more expressive yuu ++ frat boy! floyd's shenanigans >:D if you'd like to read more of my stuff, come check out my masterlist <3

[butterflewaway]

Hi! I'm the one who sent the ask about the boys being jealous of Leander being the only one who can touch you! If you don't mind can you make a part 2? Since Leander, Kuras and Mhin kinda have business some times I imagine this happing at the clinic after hours or at the street. Really liked the part 1 Thanks! ♥️

Here's your part two Anon! Hope you like it~

Warnings: minor blood (nothing crazy), jealousy, LEANDER, mhin's resting bitch face

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Kuras's clinic truly was a safe haven in desperate times. As you watched rain pour outside, a sense of ease flooded your system knowing you were in a safe place, protected from the cold unrelenting torrents. Behind you, the good doctor was quietly working on Mhin's arm. A deep gash oozed hot red blood.

Mhin did their best to keep quiet, candlelight flickering off their pale eyes. But every time Kuras moved his still hand to sew the skin, the albino flinched. You and Mhin had been exploring new places, searching for information about the Senobium, when a thief had snatched your bag and ran. Not one to be robbed, you had chased the guy and tackled him down. Just as you thought you had evaded the danger and were in the clear, leaning down to grab your satchel, Mhin had taken a hit for you from behind.

Apparently the thief wasn't fully unconscious and had pulled out a knife to try to get a stab or two in your back. Thankfully, the albino had reached you in time, but suffered from a cut in their arm before disarming the thief and knocking them out effectively. Mhin had tried to tell you that they were fine, but you had panicked and insisted and dragged them all the way to Kuras's clinic.

Good thing too, because immediately after, it started raining waterfalls. A sudden knock alerted you and your companions to a visiter. You opened the door cautiously and were surprised to find none other than Leander standing on the other side, soaking wet. He peered down at you and his lips lifted into an easy grin.

Even when looking like a drowned cat, this man was not swayed from his temptation to flirt. "I apologize for the delay Leander, but I must finish Mhin's arm before tending to you." Leander trudged to an empty chair to plop down while pushing back his wet hair. "It's fine, doc. Take your time." You stood confused for a few seconds before noticing what Kuras had already seen.

A shallow cut was dripping rivulets of red down his shoulder. You hadn't even noticed the darkness compared to his drenched clothes. "If you don't mind, I believe I can fix that." Leander's green eyes gazed into yours with his same easygoing smile. "Sure thing. But um.." He looked down at your bandaged hands. "Oh, I can take them off for this if you don't mind."

His eyes crinkled with his most charming smile. "Not at all, peach." And so, unbeknownst to the stares cast your way, you unwrapped your hands just enough so they wouldn't get wet with blood, and set to work. Leander shrugged off his coat, and you quickly cleaned up the remaining blood before acquiring some of Kuras's tools.

"It looks shallow, so you won't need stitches. I'll apply a salve and bandage it for you. Try not to use this arm for a few weeks for any heavy lifting." You had helped Kuras with patients before when he was dealing with multiple at a time, so seeing this amount of blood and ripped skin wasn't anything new to you.

While you worked on bandaging Leander's shoulder, the man himself was smiling at a scowling Mhin. Kuras had finished by now and was watching you work like a hawk, golden eyes zoning in on your uncovered hands. The tension was thick enough to cut with a knife.

Once you had finished, Leander pulled his coat back on and smiled at you. "Thank you. You should be wary Kuras. Seems like this one here is gonna give you a run for your money soon enough." This seemed to snap Kuras out of his thoughtful gaze, as he turned away to discard of the bloody towel's he'd used on Mhin. "I doubt that to be true. If anything, I would hire any competition worthy of gaining any of my customers."

You blushed at the subtle compliment, settling to pat Leander's unwounded shoulder. "Thank you. Are you going to be heading back now?" The brunette stood to his full height and nodded. "I'll be off now. Care to accompany me?" He offered you his elbow and you blinked in surprise. "I suppose so. Let's meet up again tomorrow at the same time, Mhin?"

The albino was still scowling but acquiesced to your question. You waved to your companions before setting out into the now calmed rain with Leander. He held open the door for you and as you had your back turned to step you, glanced over at the doctor and hunter. His soft smile replaced with something sharp and playful as he maintained eye contact with the smaller of the three.

Mhin fumed as the two of you had left. "What an asshole." Although Kuras didn't agree with the phrasing, he shared the sentiment. "I had no idea they could touch each other. It seems the curse has limits perhaps?" Mhin huffed and stood up. "Who cares," they mumbled bitterly, "Idiots suit each other."

[thewolvesof1998]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by the ever lovely @daffi-990 @rainbow-nerdss @spotsandsocks @eowon @forthewolves @disasterbuckdiaz @wikiangela @try-set-me-on-fire @jesuisici33 @fortheloveofbuddie

Here's some more of my Halloween fic (even though Halloween is done) I'm hoping to finish this soon and post it *fingers crossed*:

Eddie’s hands curl around Buck’s thighs, they're stretched obscenely wide across the dark denim, god he loves Buck’s thick thighs and he needs them bare now. “Not the-” Buck protests too late Eddie’s claws are already piercing them, “-jeans…you know I’m going to have to borrow some of your clothes now and no complaining when they get stretched out.” Eddie lets out a pleased rumble at the idea of Buck wearing his clothes, covered in his scent, maybe he’d even let him stretch one of his department shirts just to see DIAZ spread across Buck’s broad shoulders so everyone will know who he belongs to.  “Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Buck asks and when Eddie looks up at his face there’s a smug smile on those pretty pink lips. Instead of answering Eddie just drags his claws down, shredding the denim until it scraps hanging from the waistband or in a pile on the floor.  It exposes Buck’s pale blue boxes and how hard he already is, straining against the fabric in the most delicious way. Eddie curls his claws around the waistband of Buck’s jeans and underwear, he looks up into Buck’s lust filled eyes as they slowly shred through the last bits of fabric. Buck’s dick springs free, looking painfully hard and already leaking, firehose huh.  “You know,” Buck says somewhat breathlessly, “I finally understand why people like those bodice-ripper romances, you ripping off my clothes is kinda doing it for me.”

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[denaliwrites]

Girls Like Girls Like Boys Do

Alec Hardy x GN!Reader

Summary: You expect coming out to Alec to be... well, to put it mildly, rather bad. But it goes... some kinda way instead.

Soundtrack: Girls Like Girls by Hayley Kiyoko

Requests: Open!

Warnings: Coming out. Reference to age difference. Anxiety.

Alec was of an older generation than you -- one that was not particularly well known for its acceptance of the LGBTQIA+. Because of this, you held your truest self close to your chest and refused to even for a moment let your innermost workings be revealed.

But that was no way to live. It ate away at you, and you lived every moment in fear of him discovering your deepest, (seemingly) darkest secret. You wanted to be able to breathe again. You wanted to live your life authentically, even if it meant losing the man you loved.

So one day you steeled yourself up and you went for it.

"Alec, I have something to tell you," you said quietly, but you knew it'd get his attention anyway.

He tore his eyes from his paperwork, taking you in. You could tell that he saw immediately all the signs that you were anxious. You were pale, there was a tremor in your flexing hands, and your breathing was uneven. Ragged.

"What is it, darlin'?" he asked softly, and you whimpered in response. He immediately got up from his desk and came to encircle you in his arms, placing a series of delicate kisses along your temple and forehead.

"It's..." You took a deep breath. It was best to just rip the bandaid off, right? Get it all over and done in one go? "I--I'm bisexual, Alec."

He pulled back to look in your eyes, though it was broken up by the, by your count, ten rapid blinks. "Which one's that?" he asked, genuinely.

"I, erm..." You swallowed, wondering how to word it for him. "I... I like guys. Like you. But I like women too. And. And all the people in between. Or outside."

You expected a myriad of reactions. Denial, sexualization, normal acceptance, accusations of cheating, disgust. You were decidedly not expecting the reaction you got instead.

"So that day, before we got together, when you were talking to Suzette down the lane. You were flirting."

You stammered for a moment, eyes wide. "Well -- I -- Alec, I'd never cheat --"

"Oh, I know you wouldn't," he reassured you. "I'm just wondering why the fuck you're with me when ye could be with that -- frankly, stunning -- woman instead."

You stared wide-eyed for a moment, your breaths still a little off-kilter from the anxiety you'd been experiencing the whole day. But, after a moment of processing, you broke out into a wild fit of giggles.

You heard his much softer chuckle emanating from beside you and looked up into his eyes, still grinning. "That's your takeaway? That's what your biggest concern is right now?"

"Well," he started, tossing his head back in a shrug. "She is gorgeous."

[plscallmeeren]

H A T E S E X

Hermione J. Granger x Male Reader

Request: nope and it worries me

Summary: Hermione kisses Ron (and cheats on you) to make you jealous and she has it coming... this is filthy shit it's kinda a drabble I originally wrote for kinktober on here so that explains it ig

Warnings: swearing; top!reader; bottom!Hermione; fingering (her receiving); degradation; vip; mentions of cheating; unprotected sex; tiny bit of bondage; yelling, fighting

Word Count: 1.2K+

Prompts used: Hate / Angry Sex | Degradation

"It's not my fault you're so fucking proud!"

"What, so you just thought 'hey! Why not kiss another guy right in front of me'? What the hell is wrong with you?"

"No, what's wrong with you! Since I became a hero after the war, everyone is pining over me. Everyone! You hear me?"

"Oh, you're so arrogant," you scoffed, shaking your head.

"Well, maybe I am! But I chose you. You out of everyone else I could've had. So why won't you even have sex with me? It's been over a month!"

"Are you seriously trying to guilt-trip me right now?"

She didn't answer. You stood across from each other, panting slightly, glaring, the door to your shared dorm room locked and sound-proofed so that no one would overhear your heated debate.

"Fine. I'm not good enough for you, obviously. So... I guess you'll have to grace someone else with your presence. Maybe even Ronald Weasley." The oncoming silence was deadly calm, and you heard her every breath, maybe even her heartbeat.

You headed to the door - heavy steps - falling like boulders just to make sure she realised how badly she had fucked up.

And she knew it. You could see it in her every weary glance towards your heading, every nervous twitch, every licking of her moist lips.

Presently, she jumped ahead of you, looking up with defiance in her eyes.

"Get out of my way," you growled, but not making any gesture to use force.

"No."

"Hermione." She shivered at the low rasp of her name - cold and dangerous.

"Make me."

You crashed your lips down to hers at the common phrase, gripping the sides of her face to hold her steady as she was pressed against the door.

You eventually let go of her, saw her yearn for more, realise you had led her away from your exit plan. Just as you were about to open it and quickly escape, she grabbed ahold of your tie, which spun around, tightening around your neck.

"What, you're gonna choke me now? Hide the evidence that someone dumped you?"

"Maybe. If you're not careful."

You slowly turned around, gaze like fire on Hermione's pale skin. She trembled but hardly noticed.

In one swift movement the tie was pulled over your head and you had an iron grip on her wrists, pressing her front into your own as you tied them with said tie. She gazed up at you with a strange sort of admiration.

"I'm leaving. I'm gonna talk to McGonnagle. I won't be coming back."

She cried out a pathetic 'no, please don't', and for some reason that had you dead in your tracks at the open door.

"Why shouldn't I, darling?"

"Because I love you."

"No, you don't."

"I do. Please. Just... one more time to convince you? Maybe you've forgotten how good I am...?"

You turned again, and noticed with a pang of despair that you had turned too often already. Yet it was dull and buried near the back of your mind and you couldn't find it in you to care.

"Yeah? You always wanted me to be rougher, right?" You approached her, looking down at her as you shoved her harshly down onto the bed. Her lips parted and her eyes were dark. You scoffed. "Well, slut... that won't be a problem no more."

She whimpered delightfully and next thing you knew you were on top of her, ravaging her with your lips in a frenzied manner you never had before. Her back arched as she writhed at your open-mouthed antics, panting heavily as you ripped off one article of clothing and another, holding no regard for the clothes you might have damaged.

You spread her legs roughly once you had rid her of tights and skirt and panties, wasting no time on romantics. She squirmed even more when you pushed four fingers into her cunt - no time to retaliate, no time to adjust - more fingers than ever before.

She whined pathetically, moan after moan slurring from her pretty little mouth pornographically at the painful pleasure you were dealing her pussy while you bit and sucked at her tits in a primitive fashion. Your thumb rubbed over her clit in quick circles as your other hand groped her left breast with little regard for the pressure it was practicing.

You came up for air, placing your knees on her thighs so she would stop writhing to a point where it was hard for your digits to pound into her. "Is this what you wanted, bitch? This what your little cunt was so needy for that it went and fucked Weasley? Well, this is what you get for letting another guy fuck you. You'll never get these fingers again, so cherish them."

Hermione was practically screaming, a never-ending wail of ecstasy pooling at her lips while her eyes watered, only interrupted by the occasional 'please, daddy' or 'it's all for you, baby'.

Her hair was tangled, mascara smudged from the odd tear, lips wide open, back arched, legs shaking, inner thighs slick with her own pre-cum.

"I'm gonna cum inside you, sweetheart," you purred, leaning down to her ear, "and I'm not gonna let you get pregnant, because you don't deserve my baby."

She whined loudly, clenching her walks around your fingers. You loved the difference between you and her. Hermione, entirely naked, vulnerable, powerless, while you still stood fully clothed and relatively well-kept apart from the missing tie and dripping fingers currently stretching the inside of a woman's cunt.

With one final guttural moan, she came around you just as you pulled out your dick and replaced your fingers with it, stretching her even wider at her climax. You fulfilled your promise, not leaving her pussy as you both panted heavily.

"Will you please stay? That was amazing," she whispered, almost out of breath.

"You don't deserve it. I'll be here in an hour or two with the potion equivalent of the morning-after pill and maybe, if you're lucky, I'll fuck you again. But that won't mean you deserve a second of it, love."

You finally pulled out of her, sticking your fingers into her mouth for a second to let her lick you clean before pulling up the zip of your pants and walking out the door.

She struggled against the tie still bound around her wrists. You had never left her after sex without looking after her extensively. You certainly would never have left her in this uncomfortable position for an unknown amount of time.

But Hermione found she didn't particularly mind waiting an hour or so here to see if you would return and make her cum again.

No, not at all.

[neyswxrld]

fever

Kix x reader (gn)

summary: Kix takes care of you.

warnings: sick reader, mentions of almost throwing up, pain, taking meds

word count: ~780

advent calendar masterlist

a/n: it's kinda a cliché but well, who wouldn't want kix to take care of you?

The first thing you feel that morning is your throbbing head, together with your sore throat and the pressure of snot in your nose.

Tiredly, you sigh before pulling the blanket tighter around your cold body.

You felt bad for a few days now and were clinging to the hope that the sickness wouldn't fully reach you, but, as you realized a few seconds ago, it did.

Coughing, you try to reach a tissue on your nightstand, failing miserably due to your hurting limbs.

After a few seconds of rest, you bundle your strength and try again, finally able to rip it from the box and clean your nose.

As you swallow unwillingly, your throat hurts awfully. Whimpering, you bury your face in your pillow. It has been a long time since you were sick and felt that bad.

You don't even try to stand up until noon. Busy with wallowing in self-pity, blowing your nose and otherwise trying to sleep, you haven't found the strength to care after yourself. You drank too little over the day, eating didn't even come to your mind, and standing up is only necessary because of your bladder.

When you look in the mirror, you almost startle yourself. A red nose, too pale skin and dark circles under your eyes. You look as bad as you feel.

With a heavy exhale, you decide to at least make you feel a bit better with brushing your teeth. This also doesn't really work because you feel like throwing up as soon as you put the brush in your mouth.

After some deep breaths and a high amount of concentration, you finish your job without emptying your (empty) stomach and decide to make your way back to the bed again.

Just as you start to walk back over to the bedroom, you suddenly hear keys in the door.

Confused, you lean on the wall, thinking about who would come in.

"Hello?" you hear the intruder call. A relieved sigh slips from your lips.

"Kix!" you whimper and almost start crying as soon as he steps into your sight.

"Mesh'la? What happened?" he asks, worried. As soon as he sees you, he immediately walks towards you, trying to take some of your weight.

"I'm sick 'n' everything hurts," you cough, whimpering because of the pain.

Carefully, Kix holds his cool hand against your too hot forehead. "Feels like a fever. Tell me about your other symptoms," he tells you, and immediately changes into medic-mode.

While he brings you over to the couch, you explain to him what is bothering you and how wrong everything feels.

Kix nods, listens carefully, and unpacks some of his things, making scans and taking your temperature. You feel bad. He just finished his shift in the med bay, and now he was to look after your coughing ass.

"I'm sorry," you murmur as he helps you lay down on the couch and tugs some blankets around you.

"About what?" he asks, confused. "For being sick. You don't have to look after me," you explain and exhale relaxed as soon as you're tucked in comfortably.

Kix raises his eyebrow confused, before shaking his head. "You don't feel good, of course I'll take care of you," he says and strokes a finger across your cheek. You just nod.

After a few seconds, he leaves your side and walks towards the kitchen. You hear him rummaging through some things, before he comes back with some medication and a glass of water.

"Take that, okay? Then you'll feel better soon," he murmurs and helps you take the medicine. "Have you eaten anything today?" is the next thing he asks as he slowly strokes your hair.

Closing your eyes, you shake your head and lean closer into his touch.

"Oh, Mesh'la..." he breathes, and you open your eyes again, looking at him guilty. You know how important it is to have a good nutrition income, especially when you're sick. Kix tells you that so often.

"I'm sorry, Kix. But I just... couldn't," you whisper again. Kix smiles at you, a soft, understanding glint in his eyes.

"I'm going to make you some soup, okay? Stay here, you'll feel better soon and call me, when you need something," he explains, tugging in the blanket a last time.

He gives you a small kiss on your forehead, before walking back into the kitchen. After some time, you feel how your eyes start to close again, and how a quiet and painless darkness starts to swallow you again.

Kix is here now. He will take care of you. Everything's going to be fine.

TAGLIST:

@isthereanechoinhere96 @trixie2023 @freesia-writes

[sparrow-in-boots]

So here I am, gathering references for my Desmond study, as one does, and I reach AC3. I brace myself for impact because I have the original un-mastered version, and I find the remaster flattens the models too much and kinda, plastifies them?? which makes figuring out dimensions hard. So I gotta deal with, a lot of lighting and rendering bullshit instead. Fun all around.

I start the game and get to screenshooting, and I notice Desmond has some drastic pale palms going on. Like, oddly so. I shrug it off for now, but then I notice that Bill Miles also has them. And, Shaun? Some more gameplay in and we reach Haytham and, he has the same stark pale palms situation going on. Ngl, I'm baffled.

Speaking of averages and my own observations, people with pale skin don't get that stark pale palms even when they tan. They get some faint distinction, but it's mostly from a tanning gradient, the undersides of your arms don't get as exposed to sunlight so less tan. Meanwhile people with naturally brown skin do have distinct pale palms that clashes even with their own tanning gradient.

Now, I know for a fact Haytham doesn't have enough melanin in him to have naturally brown skin, that's a white man. He might not burn in the sun but c'mon, this feels too stark. Not only that, but the skintone just, don't match? Their hands are too red undertoned while Haytham's and Desmond's faces are much less so.

So I decide to do some digging. Now, I have no know-how on how to rip assets in games and god forbid, translate them to something like Blender. But I do know that machinimas were big back in the day, and that includes a lot of AC character models being used for gifs and videos and such, so I delve into DA for some model refs. And indeed, I find them, and...

Yeah, that's not the same skintone. And after looking at some other screenshots online, even in game the skintone is very much not a match. So what's up with that?

It turns out that as far as I can tell, Ubi did about three skintones (pale, brown and dark) for each gender, by modifying a base skin texture's levels or smth, thus why the palms are so stark. They used the same skintone for the native npcs, Connor, Haytham, Bill, and Desmond. Likewise, Ziio and Prudence share the same skin texture. Which, royally sucks for reference taking, despite being a fairly common game dev trick to shrink asset production.

Where am I going with this? Nowhere really, I'm simply annoyed. ACR very much whitewashed Desmond, but AC3 did um... something alright.

[dustbummy]

zombie girlfriend

Jinx x undead! fem! reader

Just a brief peak into the lives of jinx and reader in a zombie apocalypse in an alternate universe.

Happy Halloween

Warnings; blood, death, gore, necrophilia, noncon (technically since reader is dead/not all that present in the head) no seriously this gets kinda fucked up.

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Pink and blue nails take against the smooth cool surface. Tapping a small, echoing rhythm into the stained glass, almost immediately gaining a loud ghoulish moan in return.

Jinx smiles, tilting her head a little as a slightly decayed hand darts out and slams against the glass on it's other side. Right where her hand once was.

"Mmm, look at you," She rasps, looking into barley visible glossy (colored) eyes the faint overhead light barley reflecting on hazy pupils and giving her a much more ghost-like appearance.

The bluenette bounces on the balls of her feet, energy doubling at the thought of finally touching her girl after so many days apart. Watching from a distance isn't as fun.

A animalistic snarl interrupts her thoughts and jinx snaps her head back to the lovely sight in front of her. "You're beautiful." She reassures with a swift nod, magenta pink eyes rooming over the dead girls figure.

Foamy black bile drips from (name)'s still curled lips, slipping onto the already covered floor and staining her clothes even further. Her hair so knotted and greasy that it was hard to imagine it once was ever clean and healthy.

Slightly blackened fingers clench and unclench over the darkened glass while she hungrily thumbed where jinx's body should have been. Silver collar attached to the bloody wall behind her shines under the pale light.

Brutal bite marks cover her greyish body, once a carmine red turned a bruised purple, they look painful. A sliver of hopelessness slips over jinx, painfully in the heart. My poor baby.

Her pale gloved hand returns to the glass, wishing she could be touching (name) instead, raking her nails through the (curly, coily, straight) hair and touching the once smooth (colored) skin.

Jinx huffs in anger. Her head falling and resting on the now warm glass white she watches (name)'s blank expression though azure lashes.

She loved you. She loved you and you couldn't even protect her.

"I'm sorry." She whispers to no one. A clink of chains is her only answer.

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(Name)'s back is to her. Body curled up into a up right fetal position as she feasts on the brutalized corpse beneath her.

Jinx sits behind her, watching in amazement as her girlfriend demolishes the once intact man. She looks beautiful.

(Name) rips apart of the muscle from his bone with her teeth. Blunt molares gnashing against each other roughly at every chew, scarlet blood leaking from her bruised lips. The disturbing sound of human-ish growls leaving her at every swallow.

Well she always is beautiful.

Jinx reaches out almost in a trance, long fingers stretching out and caressing the back of her head. (Name) stiffens at first, not expecting the touch and jinx frowns and rubs her again, a lot rougher this time.

After the third touch (name) goes back to normal. Well, as normal as she, a zombie, can be. Returning to her game of seeing how much meat she can seperate from bone.

Jinx rakes her fingers through matted hair, making a small note to grab a comb next time she goes on a run. Her long nails sometimes getting stuck on the stray knots, wincing even when it becomes a common occurrence.

Eventually, (name) is done eating and limply rests against jinx's body behind her, the heat from such a revealed, living body warming up her backside. Jinx stays glued to the zombie, even when a shiver runs through her.

Light groans leave her girls bloody mouth as jinx's boney hands run all along her torso. Slipping under the zombies shirt and feeling up from her lower stomach to her unmoving chest.

She's calm. Surprisingly, letting it happen even though the times before, she'd never allow jinx to even lift up her dirty shirt to clean her before she'd lash out. Jinx isn't complaining though, taking the time to re-learn her lovers newly altered body, taking her time happily. I wonder if she'd-

Jinx decides to push her luck, caressing the edges of the bites underneath her shirt. She's usually very sensitive to her past fatal wounds. (Name) still doesn't move, her head dropping lazily to watch jinx's pale fingers. Jinx smiles.

The bluenettes other hand reaching upwards until she's cupping a soft, squishy mound in her hand through the cushiony black basic bra.

The zombie in her lap unnaturally dormant while the curious human behind her ran her hands over whatever she dared to touch.

A small groan leaves the (hair colored) zombie when the girl behind her grows bolder and sticks one painted long fingernail into the large teeth marks of whatever savages (name) had been attacked by.

Jinx's eyes darken slightly. She wasn't even supposed to be there. I was supposed to-

Another ghoulish groan snaps her put of her thoughts once again. Magenta pink eyes snap up and stare into milky (eyecolored) ones. The foamy haze startling the bluenette momentarily before she relaxes.

"Hi." The human takes a quick breath, feeling uncomfortable with the pressure in the room she grins; grabbing hold of (name)'s cheeks and pulls them up into a forced grin. "Look at that! An' almost natural smile!" The bluenette giggles, pulling the zombie back into her once more. Arms linking around her girlfriend's back.

Holding onto a dead girl? How far you've fallen.

This voice sounds uncomfortably like her adoptive father, a frown falling on her lips at imaginary silco's mocking tone. "Shut up." The bluenette lashes out, a small growl present in her already raspy voice.

"She's here. She's here and she won't ever leave me. Not again." Jinx snuggles into the neck of her undead (haircolored) girlfriend and gives a loud exhale into her collarbone.

When she closes her eyes, it almost felt like it used to. Before the accident, when (name) was (name) and not a monster. No! She's not a monster! She's- shes just sick, it's curable. I can fix it.

"Not the monster." Jinx rasps lightly into her lovers neck; shaking her head quickly, unsettling the once settled zombie beneath her.

(Name) notices the humans state and let's out a soft warning growl that sends jinx spiraling further. "I did this! I did it, it's my fault-i wasn't there!"

She violently rocks the zombie back and forth mind flashing back to mere weeks ago to where she'd found her girlfriends corpse lying discarded in the rain.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm-"Slow bright pink tears roll down her pale cheeks and into (name)'s shoulders. Her words becoming intelligible as she rambles on even more, stumbling over her words until they become loud sobs.

You did this. You killed her, this is your faul-

"Shhhh." A low groan interrupts her self loathing from hitting any lower levels. Jinx snaps her eyes open immediately, emotions doing a complete 180.

A heavy dose of deja vu filling her at the zombies obvious word choice.

"Baby?" Blue braids go flying as jinx whips her head away from her love's neck to look her in the eye.

Magenta pink irises looking into (colored) ones. The blurry film that used to fog them up almost completely gone. Her zombie girlfriend lifts a sluggish hand up to rub her cheek.

Joyful tears gather in the corners of her eyes that she refuses to spill. Jinx launches herself onto (name)'s body once again, balling up in (name)'s lap.

"You're you! -you're here! How-" Jinx cuts herself off everytime, burrowing her body deeper into her girlfriends.

(Name)'s leaky lips make contact with jinx's neck and the bluenette wonders how she'd gotten so lucky.

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Ends abruptly because one of two things are happening.

Either jinx hallucinated and zombie! reader took a chomp out of her neck or it's a real happy ending and zombie! reader just gives her a kiss there and they become a cute apocalypse couple. Choose your ending.

[riddle-me-ri]

A/N: Well, this is one way for me to come back...with some ANGST. So I'm sorry to respond to this anon request in such a weird format but…anon…you kinda sorta totally spoiled the hush movie/comic asdfghj. I know, I know it's, by all means, passed the spoiler phase but I am well aware a handful of my mutuals aren't even aware of this Riddler's existence let alone the Hush animated movie asfggj. So out of respect for them the full screengrab of the request is under the read more cut. Again sorry for the awkward layout but like…I don't want you guys to be spoiled…dumb I know but that's just me rip.

Trigger Warning: deep angst/no comfort and strong language

Word Count: 1.3 k

DCAU Hush Riddler x Reader - Somebody That I Used To Know

Request Prompt:

Everything…everything made sense now. 

Why he was so quiet and elusive from you all this time.

Why all those nights Edward didn’t sleep next to you…it wasn’t him…it was Clayface. He had someone masquerading as him to you, making you a fool…keeping you blind in the dark, none the wiser.

It doesn’t mean what Edward had done was right…no what he did was wrong so unequivocally wrong. 

He lied to you, betrayed you, manipulated you in the worst ways. Most would worry about their partner cheating..leaving them for someone else. You almost wished he had just done that…it would have been vastly easier to process.

You felt like you were choking on air…a frog in your throat bouncing to get out but you kept trying to swallow it back down. You couldn’t say the same for the boundless amount of tears that fell from your eyes. 

A tall, pale, red eyed man attempted to approach you, to try and comfort you. 

“No! No! Stay the hell away from me…” You cried as you backed away further from the door. 

“Please…I-I’m sorry…I was so sure this plan would work! I-I didn’t know it was going to end like this!” 

“Didn’t know..” you muttered pathetically. “Didn’t know?! Trying being me Edward! I didn’t know a goddamn thing!” 

Edward winced at the shrill in your voice. He’s heard you cry before, but he was always able to comfort you somehow. Made you smile or laugh. He still held to some thread of hope that maybe he still could. 

Although it was useless. 

“I just wanted to protect you! I didn’t want you to get hurt!” 

“From what, Edward? From what?! The truth?! That you were sick! That you were likely going to die! The man I love was knocking on death’s door and you thought I didn’t have a right to know about it? What if the Lazarus Pit didn’t work, Ed? Hm?! Thought of that!”

You were borderline hysterical at this point. For all his brilliant intellect…he sure was clueless on some of the more basic things. 

“I knew it would work…” Edward muttered. “I went to the doctors, they practically gave up on me. It was the last choice I had, I didn’t want to die!”

“And not once…did you think to tell me?” 

“Of course I did! I thought about it every waking moment! I wanted to tell you, but I-I didn’t want to scare you…I didn’t want you to..”

“To what, Edward? To what?!” 

“Be upset! To f-freak out! I was going to come up with a solution! But I didn’t want you to worry!” 

You let out a pathetic laugh at that. Upset? What the hell did he think you were now? 

“Sorry to burst you bubble, Eddie…but I’m a little more than just upset…I’m fucking furious…hurt…” You collpased on the wooden floor of your living room. Whatever strength you had left you were using to speak. “But…more than anything I’m disappointed…you-you didn’t trust me…”

“No-No, no that’s not it at all!” Ed tried to approach you again but you snapped your head up. 

“Don’t–” 

Edward held his hands up in surrender. “Okay…okay…look I-I messed up, big time! I-I know that! I-I’m sorry! I just…I wanted to protect you!”

“You wanted me to be ignorant…worried I would just get in the way…” 

“No-please! Just stop twisting my words!” 

“Just be honest!” You shrieked. “All those nights I wondered where you were…and then you finally showed up…or Clayface or whoever…they were. I could tell something was off, I kept shrugging it off…there was a reason the kisses weren’t the same…your warmth wasn’t there…and when they couldn’t even recall how we met…I knew-I knew then…

“You really think I’m that stupid, don’t you, Edward?” 

“No…I-I had no doubt you’d figure it out…that’s why I had Clayface leave that letter on the table.” 

“So why not just tell me? Protect me from what? The truth? The truth always comes out…it wouldn’t hurt nearly as much as it does now…if you would’ve told me…” You weeped. 

“Trust me…I-I know that now…I just…I was scared. I didn’t want you to be scared. When I came out of the Lazarus Pit…I-I admit I didn’t even recognize myself.” 

Yeah, tell me about it. You thought as you looked up at him now. This tall, broad-shouldered, pale man. Who claims to be Edward. He somewhat sounds like him despite the deepened voice. Some weird hollowed host of the man you loved. The shell of someone you used to know. 

Edward got down on his knees in front of you, but still enough to respect your space. 

“Please–I. I know I messed up. I shouldn’t have kept all this from you. It was the stupidest thing I have ever done…and–althought I don’t want to admit it…I have done a lot of stupid things…you of all people would know that.” 

Edward was mortified when you didn’t giggle softly. Usually whenever he exercised self-awareness it was to amuse you, because he could let his guard down around you and not worry about losing you.

Little did he know that he already had. 

“You don’t have to forgive me tonight or tomorrow…nor any time soon, but just…please…please don’t–don’t give up on me…on-on us.” 

Something clicked when he mentioned “us”, you two…

For the first time, since you and Edward reunited, after you were informed he was pronounced dead just the night before. 

Everything was clear, everything was out in the open like a map that was finally done processing all the new countries and oceans. 

Everything was clear. 

At first your mind was fuzzy and fogged by memories ones with your true Edward and ones with the false. Your emotions, your heart although it ached at your conclusion…it’s beat was normal and calm for once. 

You were calm and you were sure. 

“I’m afraid it’s too late for that Edward…” 

Edward’s eye widened, panicked. “No, no, no–please–please I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Please! I’ll do anything!” 

Edward reached for you then. He grasped your shoulders and shook your shoulders. As if attempting to snap you out of your decision. 

You were motionless, speechless, exhausted. What good was it to fight for a relationship when one person couldn’t trust the other. You were more than certain you couldn’t trust Edward again, not after all this. Not all this Hush mess. 

“You should’ve just told me the truth, Edward…or Hush or whoever you are.” 

“Please! I’m Edward! I’m still your Eddie!”

You shook your head. The places were switched now, he was the one screaming and you were calmly responding. No more screams, no more tears, no more effort into something other than the inevitable. 

“No, no you’re not. Not…not anymore.” You got up and his hands slowly slipped off your shoulders like a blanket and you began walking away. He quickly got up to follow you. 

“I suggest you leave, before I call the police.”

Edward halted. “No–No, please! You don’t want to do that! Please! I’m sorry! I-I won’t lie to you, no more! I’ll tell you everything and anything!” 

You said nothing as you picked up the home phone from it’s reciever. 

“P-Please…” 

Your eyes stared up into his dark red eyes. 

Oh, how you missed his warm brown eyes. 

They were long gone now, along with the rest of the Edward you loved. 

You held the phone up to your ear, still staring down this man in your house. 

“You should leave-” 

“Please…”

“Begging will get you no where. Leave.” 

“B-But-”

“NOW!” You began slowly pressing the buttons, like a parent counting down to their child. 

Edward panicked once more. He didn’t want to give up but knew that he had no way of escaping the police. He looked over his shoulder before dashing out of your front door and into the dark streets of Gotham. 

You exhaled a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You put the phone back on it’s receiver. You were surprised that you found yourself not caring or worried about where Ed-Hush was going or if he’d be safe. 

He was no longer your concern, he was no longer Edward.

Now, all that was left was for you to continue to try and pick up the pieces of what remained of your heart.

[notyour-valentine]

I'm not sure if you write for her but 24 kinda feels like a Polly thing to say🪴

(Not only that but I'm also a 🐕 for women🪰)

The Virtues of Men ~ Polly Gray x Reader (Fluff)

[Celebration] [Celebration Masterlist] [Masterlist]

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The front door ripped her from the pages of her novel, making her head snap up, then to the clock that resided atop the mantlepiece of the fireplace, where a fire had long been crackling. 

They heard it too and at once, Myrina was out the door, up and ready to face any intruder, but Otrera only glanced at her and when she spotted no sight of distress in her eyes, she settled down again. 

After all, there was only one person who would arrive this late. 

With a slight sigh, she put the book aside and slipped out from under the blanket, running her hand over Otrera’s head, but like expected, she trotted after her. When they reached the top of the stairs, she could see Myrina running around in giddy circles, wagging her tail, while their newcomer tried to calm her down enough to rub her behind the ear. “Alright, alright. It’s just me!”, she said with a hint of impatience in her voice. 

“Indeed it is.”

Her voice gave her position away and she smiled softly. 

“I thought you were leaving for Birmingham by now.”, she said as she descended the stairs to greet her properly, even if her coat had already been taken. 

“That would mean driving home with them and that is the last thing I will be doing tonight!”, Polly Gray hissed. 

They met in the middle and she wrapped the other woman in an embrace. 

“Oh dear, that bad?”, she asked. 

The only response was a long and deep sigh. 

She laced her fingers with her as they walked back to the sitting room together. 

“Would you like a drink?”, she asked, as Polly slumped down on the sofa, the spot she had just left. 

“I’d like about five.”, she mumbled. 

Otrera hopped up and rested her head in her lap, awaiting the soothing scratching behind the ear. 

Before Polly, the whisky remained mostly untouched, but she always kept a fresh bottle and ice close by. It was her poison of choice, that and champagne, but tonight seemed like a whisky night. 

“So what have they done?”, she asked as she handed Polly the glass before kneeling down and undoing her heeled shoes. 

They were pretty, yes, even to the point where she got a bit melancholy that their feet didn’t have the same size, but they weren’t exactly comfortable. 

“What they always do.”, she said with a sigh, leaning her head back against the pale blue cushions and closed her eyes. “Thinking with nothing but their egos and their cocks.”

She stifled her giggle as she sat down next to her, with Myrina jumping in her lap ar once, clearly jealous of the way Otrera was being spoilt. 

“Men!”, Polly hissed as she took a big sip of her drink before resting it dangerously on her novel, but for tonight she’d let it slide, after all, she was more than happy to see her, especially when she expected she wouldn’t. 

Reaching out she put her hand over hers, feeling the warmth and softness of her hand, as well as the cold metal and stone of her jewelled rings. 

“How about I run you a nice warm bath with that lavender oil you gave me so all of today’s business can melt away?”, she suggested. 

“Stench of stupidity rather.”, Polly hissed. “Whenever I think I’ve seen everything with men, they manage to reveal some new idiocy I didn’t think possible.” Now she couldn’t hide her giggle, but Polly was dead serious. 

“I know I wasn’t keen on your girls at first.”, she mused, looking down at the two dogs, more companions than pets. 

“I think that is an understatement.”

She hated them with a passion at first, the noise they made, the fact that they shed hair, the feeling of their warm tongues as they licked her fingers and especially that they would more often than not jump in bed with her. 

Polly glared at her, but before long her eyes softened. 

“Well, I was wrong.”, she said, “The more I get to know people, the more I like dogs.”

Then, finally, a small smile spread on her painted red lips. “Who thought I’d say that in my old age?”

“Old age?”, she asked, almost shocked. “Don’t be ridiculous!”

As if to add her stamp of approval, Otrera grunted. 

End.

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[symphonyofsilence]

Ok, let's talk about the last 3 episodes of TROP:

Uh...wtf did I just watch.

Well...what'd'y'know...turns out we had a fourth Silmaril? Was anybody going to tell the sons of Fëanor? Was anybody going tell FËANOR himself?!

And, you know, if Mithril contained the light of a Silmaril, which is enough to work as a star, anybody would know that Frodo was wearing a Mithril chainmail. And it would be really shit as armor or weapon 'cause it would immediately give away your place and draw eyes to you.

And since when do the elves need the light of the two trees to survive? How about the Avari? With that logic, they should have been dead by now. Why are we calling them immortal if they're going to die next Saturday? Everyone in ME is more immortal than them.

And does time mean nothing in this show? When they talked about compressing the timeline I didn't think they'd do it in every scene!

do people teleport in this show? How did the Numenoreans charge to Bronwyn's village JUST at the right moment? How did they know they should go there? How did the NUMENOREANS get to Bronwyn's village only one day after the orcs? How does it take more time for Arondir, a trained elven warrior to fight one orc (& he doesn't even defeat him) than a village of untrained peasants to defeat an army of orcs?

And...a watch tower fell just by an arrow?! Really?! This whole tower was kept together by only a rope? Who made that and why? And how's it been standing for so long? Even if it's only 1 day? Is that time compressed, too? And A lever broke a dam and that somehow activated a volcano?! And why couldn't the orcs break the dam with the grandfather of Grond? Why did they have to give so many orc casualties to take that sword back? Why did the villagers corner themselves in their village instead of fighting from the fucking tower and having the high ground? Is it because it was held together by a rope? What is this stupidity?

And it speaks volumes about the writing of this show that we both knew that there is no way that anybody could survive that eruption especially Galadriel should have been baked in her armor and that all the main characters would survive.

I mean...Bronwyn not only survives that wound but she also walks out just fine the next day and she's not even pale. Halbrand, mortaly wounded RODE to Eregion! What makes you think a volcanic eruption will kill them? Eru can't kill them.

THEY LEFT WHETHER ISILDUR WILL SURVIVE OR NOT AS A CLIFFHANGER!!!

And Adar is the only interesting character. I'm kinda rooting for him ngl.

And did Elendil even search for him before announcing him dead and crying?

Also, one would think that in a dangerous situation like this, the commander would rush in to protect the queen. And the other soldiers would protect the commander and the Queen. Except, in this case, the commander walked into volcanic ashes and started one of her famous staring contests with it.

Also, a little thing. But, how did Galadriel find Elrond when he was first orphaned alone, without friends or kin? I guess the first time Elrond was orphaned was after Elwing jumped into the sea. Well, at that time Elrond had both kin and friend. He had his twin brother Elros and then was found by Maglor & Maedhros who were both kin and later turned out to be friends. (And they are in and outside a cave). Why would Galadriel find Elrond alone without his twin and why would she hand them into the Fëanorians?

Now listen, having callbacks to certain LOTR scenes wouldn't have been so bad if they weren't blatant rip-off and a much, much lesser version and the scenes have been earned.

Like Arondir and Bronwyn promising each other that they'd grow a garden like Faramir and Eowyn did, doesn't have the same impact 'cause unlike Faramir and Eowyn, we haven't spent enough time with these characters and from what we've seen of them, both of them look bland. And we haven't seen their relationship develop. Also, the dialogue is not that good. And Galadriel and Theo hiding beneath a tree while the orcs start for them?...no. just no. And Theo saying that the sword can't be unmade by any crafts that they there possessed also doesn't work 'cause the threat of it is not explained. And giving the scene of Beren and Luthien's first meeting to Galadriel and Celeborn doesn't work cuz it's very OOC for Galadriel. And it was a special scene for Tolkien.

& now off to the big reveal I guess.

Listen...the 2nd age is not told in details like the first and third age are. there were few plotpoints that they had to meet and they WERE few! Like the Numenoreans being jealous of the Eldar's immprtality. And like Annatar coming to Eregion and deciving Celebrimbor after Galadriel, Gil-Galad and Elrond refused him cuz they didn't trust him.

THIS SEASON SHOULD HAVD WORKED ON ANATAR DECIEVING CELEBRIMBOR! HE SAW HIM FOR LIKE ONE SCENE AND HE WASN'T EVEN ANNATAR! AND THE RINGS ARE ALREADY MADE! AND THE SAURON REVEAL IS WASTED! AND THE ICONIC SAURON MAKING THE ONE RING AND LAUGHING TO HIMSELF AND CELEBRIMBOR OVERHEARING IT AND PANICING IS GONE!!

and the writers are probably congratulating themselves because we all knew that Annatar was Sauron and it wouldn't have been a shocking reveal for us. Well, guess what! It would have been for the people who haven't read the books and the people who had would have enjoyed the tension of well-written scenes between Celebrimbor and Annatar knowing who he was. And when Galadriel and Gil-Galad and Elrond warned Celebrimbor we would have sympathize with them and mourned and remorsed with them when it got too late. It's like if in HP movies the director said:"you know what, every book reader knows that Alastor Moody is Barty CrouchJr. Let's introduce a hot guy who will have a romantic relationship with Professor McGonagall who will turn out to be Barty Crouch.Jr.

They keep thinking they can write better than Tolkien, the father of modern fantasy, and they can't.

And remember when it was explicitly told that Galadriel knew Annatar was fishy from the get-go and NEVER trusted him? Because not only she was extremely intelligent and wise but also she had the gift of seeing into the minds of others and for that, Sauron was AFRAID of her? And returned her scorns with apparent curtsey? And he thought that he had found his match (as in, an enemy to be weary of) in Galadriel? And how becoming a powerful queen, stronger than the foundations of the earth was Galadriel's own ambition?

Who in all these years of reading tolkien have had thought of writing a Galadriel/Sauron fanfiction!

I'll tell you who. Mormons!

I can't help but think that how every male elf except Gil-Galad, even the extras have short hair has something to do with the showrunners being Mormons.

So does how Sauron can't be a hot twink elf with long luscious locks getting close to young Celebrimbor and seducing him over a long time until eventually Celebrimbor gets betrayed. because it may give gay vibes.

I think that elf servant being all veiled women who don't speak also has something to do with the showrunners being Mormons.

So does that Galadriel was bereft of all her tradirionally feminine traits, wise and mature personality, the reverence everyone had for her, and her ambition and desire to rule and her goal in life was given to her by her brother (keeping the oath he never had in the books) and her iconic lines in the show are told to her by Sauron and she wasn't the one with the desire to rule and she wasn't the one who knew her worth, and her husband had to be presumed dead and in the showrunners eyes, she couldn't be a mother AND a powerful woman and had to be deceived by Sauron and have romantic tension with her instead of Sauron being scared of her.

Good for you if you liked the show. Don't let random strangers on the internet ruin your enjoyment of tv shows.

But for my part, sometimes Fëanor spontanously combusting from inside sounds fantastical until I see the shits that TROP pulls and the blatant lies and or the narcissistic bullshits that the showrunners say.

[starvingtillhelovesme]

Can you write thinspo about not being able to see your boyfriend for a month and when he sees you again he comments on how small you've gotten please ♡

Sorry it took me so damn long to finally post this, been kinda dealing with a lot. I'm also working on another request so stay tuned for that :)

And now for yours, I hope you'll like it 🌸

Your room is still covered in darkness when the alarm goes off. Groaning you stir beneath the warm sheets, only reaching your bony arm from your cozy blanket cave to turn the noise off. Grumbling you curl back up again, relishing in the warmth until it hits you: today you'll see him again! After one month you finally get to be back in his arms. Now excited, you throw back the covers only to be hit by the cold air in your room. Right, in an effort to lose as much weight as possible while being separated from him you even turned off the heaters. You dangle your legs a bit from the bed frame before finally getting up, heading straight to the bathroom. You step on the scale and smile to yourself: not only have you managed to hit your goal for the month, you even surpassed it by two pounds. You twist and turn in front of the mirror, admiring your hard work. Collarbones and ribs popping up from under your pale skin and hipbones that now replace your hip dips. You reach for your dark purple silky robe, easily slipping into it and tying a knot around your tiny waist. With light steps you walk to the kitchen, turning on the coffee maker to make your breakfast. While the fast bean juice drips through the filter you go back to your bedroom to choose an outfit. You turn on some music, keeping the volume low as to not wake up the neighbors, it's still just 6am. Usually you would have just gone with ripped jeans and a big hoodie to hide your stomach but now you're struggling to choose: you'd look ravishing in any outfit. You decide on a deep red jumper, a tight black skirt that's buttoned up in the front, some black, ripped fishnets and your favorite combat boots. Putting the clothes on your office chair you head back to the bathroom for a shower, grabbing a cup of coffee on the way there. You start your shower out lukewarm, turning it colder by the minute until the water feels like ice prickling your delicate skin by the time you get out. After drying off and finishing your drink you brush your teeth, white as pearls and smile at yourself in the mirror. You never were one to like complimenting yourself but damn, you're really looking good. Back in your bedroom you slip into your chosen outfit and start putting on some make up. You actually don't need much, you choose just to apply some mascara, eyeliner and dark lipstick.

Admiring your cleared up skin you pinch your cheeks a little for a natural blush.

Then you pack some essentials in your little bat-winged backpack, getting ready to head out. By the time you pull the front door closed behind you, you can already see the sun peeking up from behind the treeline.

And then it's finally time: you get to reveal your new body to him! You both agreed on a breakfast picnic with warm blankets and hot tea at your favorite place in nature: a grassy hill, that's always covered in seasonal flowers. He offered to bring all of the needed stuff so you didn't have to carry anything. As you make your way up the hill, still being concealed by the brush, you can already spot him. He's looking as impeccable as always, his tall frame hovering over a red checkered blanket, setting up your breakfast. You smile to yourself, sneaking closer. You quietly walk up behind him until you can almost touch him. You try to cover his eyes but fail miserably since you seem to have forgotten just how tall he is compared to you. He turns around startled, then he looks down at you, his face immediately brightened up by a big smile. You can even see his pupils dilate ever so slightly. He greets you by wrapping his strong arms around your waist, lifting you up with ease and spinning you around. 'Heeey, I'm not a child, you know?' you ask, playfully acting a little grumpy. He sets you back down on the ground, careful as though not to break your fragile body. 'I know but I had to try out if you felt as light as you looked.'

Lovingly you both look into each other's eyes before he adds 'and my thesis was confirmed. You're as light as a feather. If you want, I can give you a piggy back ride back home.' A blush creeps on your face as you smile to yourself. After bickering back and forth for a while you settle down on the blanket, cuddled together under another fuzzy cover and enjoy some fresh fruit and tea. You feel completely and utterly content because you know, you've made it.

[what-did-you-just-say]

Omg- I've been looking for someone who writes Destiny matchups, so you're an absolute godsend 👀 That being said…. May I humbly request a male Destiny matchup? 👉👈 From either game, whoever works best! (and hey!!! We're mutuals now! :DD)

To start off, I'm genderfluid and my pronouns are they/them <3 I'm pretty pale with zillions of birthmarks, 5'6, and I'm about average weight for my height. I have a super frizzy dirty blonde wolfcut down to my shoulders, and baby blue eyes! I’m a little curvy with thicker thighs and an hourglass shape :,D My sense of fashion is… all over the place, but you’ll usually find me with my beloved platform doc martens, tall socks w/ weird designs, shorts and a hoodie/sweater.

On to personality!! Although I’m pretty quiet around strangers.. With my friends I’m the total opposite, I love making them laugh and am extremely talkative- I can go on for actual hours about my interests. I can be very energetic and loud at times, reverting back to a toddler, so rip to my s/o- (I promise I’m very intelligent though :,)) I’m super affectionate with my s/o and seriously just want to be around them/cuddling 24/7 👉👈 I’m very loyal and super caring, so if someone I care for needs something, you know I’ll be the first one to help >:D I’m pretty much the “group therapist” bc everyone comes to me whenever they need someone to rant to or listen to them <3

My negative traits? I’m a little clingy and get pretty bad separation anxiety if I’m away from my s/o for too long :,) I also get really bad stomach aches a lot so you’ll usually find me complaining about it✋😔

Hobbies: Mountain biking, listening to music (blasting it 24/7 actually), writing, playing video games, designing outfits, and going on hikes!!

Love language: Physical touch, gift giving, words of affirmation <3

Likes: Animals, foggy weather, horror movies, fall, sweets, and affection of any sort!!

Dislikes: Hot/humid weather, deep and murky bodies of water, and crucible (sorry Shaxx)

I really hope I did this right :,)) and I hope this wasn’t too much for you!!! Take as long as you need on this and I hope you have a wonderful day <3!!!

Sooooo….HELLO THERE! I’m actually following your blog and even sent a request about a matchup with an OC of mine which is also listed in the Masterlist (Rowan-13 actually haha). Either way! I am here for you sweetheart don’t worry BUT a warning for ya I am kinda bad with coming up with things…..so bear with me on this one.

Since you requested a MALE Matchup I’m guessing you mean a male character? I am so sorry if I got this wrong T—T And any….kind of scenario aswell so I will go with fluff if that is okay for you ofc :}

So here we go, we are gonna go with SAINT-14 our dear russian friend as the male matchup ^^

Ps: I wrote this in like an hour or two so please….have mercy I couldn’t come up with something better T^T

I sincerely tried…APLOGIES THAT IT GOES DOWN HILL TOWARDS THE END OR IF IT DOESN‘T MAKE MUCH SENSE TWT

Btw do you play Destiny 2 yourself? ....I need some friends ('friends' considering the fact that you requested ONCE and called us mutuals so not really in a 'we are friends now' way-) to play with I AM SORRY T—T'''''''

Genderfluid!Matchup x Saint-14

You’ve been walking through the Tower, taking a stroll as you watched various Ghosts of all sorts float through the air with ease, Guardians talking to one another or randomly dancing in the middle of the area. While greeting some Guardians and workers in the place you are so familiar with you made your way towards the Hangar.

It surely has been a while since you last seen your beloved partner Saint-14, he had some….business with Osiris is what he had told you before leaving which was more than 3 weeks ago. You got the news from a Hunter the other day that he was back but busy with the Guardians signing up for the ‚Trials of Osiris‘ …..so it made sense that the Titan wasn’t able to visit you just yet.

Once you were down the stairs you could see his ship and the big amount of candles surrounding him for far away….atleast it looked somewhat aesthetic…

While Saint-14 was away you decided to make some pajama designs for the two of you and it looked cute. It had lots of purple in it - his favourite colour - and looked super comfy, you just needed the fabric for it and then you’d be good to go!

As you got closer you also saw that barely anybody was around him, meaning that he probably had a few minutes time for you to spend with him which made you almost jump in excitement.

The sound of your shoes hitting the floor in a rythmatic manner was the thing that caught Saint-14‘s attention as he turned his head to look at you. „Ah (Name)! It is great to see you again! I apologize for not visiting you earlier!“ he practically boomed while grabbing your hand gentle as you got close enough „Hey Saint, don’t worry it’s fine. I knew you were busy with Guardians signing up for the Trials“ you answered with a sincere smile. With your happiness practically radiating off of you, you made the Russian melt in your grip as you decided to pull him into a welcoming and warm hug….god he missed you so much, „I missed you“ you mumbled to him, just above a whisper and he hummed in agreement before saying „I missed you too, my love“.

As you two parted he placed his hands on his hips, looking down at you in anticipation and after a few seconds he finally asked „So what did you do while I was away? I hope you didn’t yearn for me that much“ followed by a light chuckle that you returned before answering with „Ah that is impossible Saint….but I did sketch some outfit designs for us both, Pajamas actually“ and just by his body language you could tell that he was excited to see just what you had come up with. „Oh if that’s so then I have to see them soon! As song as I can to be exact, I’d love to see what you had in mind!“ was what had said as he grabbed your hands and leaned a bit down while you had to laugh, „What is so funny? Is there something on my helmet?“ he asked, kinda concerned about what you were laughing at, „No no don’t worry! Your helmet looks good as always! But your genuine excitement makes me want to shower you with love if I’m being honest“ you confessed as you widely smiled at the larger man before he stepped closer and moved his hands up to cup your face, „Not if I do such thing first“ he hummed and you dramatically gasped „Are you challenging me now oh great Titan Saint-14?!“ is what you expressed with a dramatic tone and he had to laugh at that „If it’s about love and affection, then you are up for a challenge oh dear beloved (Name)“ he mused with a certain lull in his voice that drives you to him everytime he uses it in such a tone. This man….this man had you smiling every second and it is getting contagious at this point. But while you were getting lost in your mind - about how many things you could do while he was here was making you feel all giddy inside in every way - he was able to take your form in again after these 3 weeks and a few days.

You were wearing what your usually wore which consisted of your platform doc martens, your lovely colourful striped socks that go up to your calf, some dark shorts and a more bigger navy blue Hoodie…one of his if he remembers right. You looked so comfortable right now, he had to resist the urge to just cuddle you and not let go for a really long time. Your hair was all messy but it suited you so well. Your baby blue eyes made his heart swell with love every time they looked at him with such sincere and care and your pale skin compliments your eyes in ways that make him fall in love with you even harder and he had to fight a smile behind the cover of his helmet by just knowing that you are his. Your birthmarks made you look so unique in his eyes and your voice…..oh sweet Traveler your voice was like honey and filled with love every time you said his name, ESPECIALLY when you decide to tease him a bit that it makes him really happy to have his helmet cover his face because he gets so red in these moments…he just blushes so much whenever you talk to him with that honeyed tone in your voice. If you’d ask him to get on his knees in such a tone he will gladly obey and do as you said. (Such a simp istg)

He was so invested in his head that he couldn’t even hear your voice calling out to him so you even decided to wave your hand infront of his face before he snapped back to reality as you hummed „Hellooooooo? Earth to Saint-14444? What’s going onnn? Are you okayy?“ but you didn’t even get a reply but instead got an unexpected move from him. With a yelp of surprise you found yourself over his broad shoulder as his big hands held you in place, careful not to let you somewhat slip away „I didn’t see you in so long so let me take care of you, my love. Then we can proceed with our…challenge“ is all he said before walking up the ramp and into his ship while closing the ‚door‘ behind him and making it really comfortable for you both. (if ya get what I mean ahah- I am so sorry pls-)

…..that was one thing to do now that he was back. Maybe he‘ll get to see the pajama designs some other day…

[lunarifie]

Rewatching Ninjago

(With no context other than the episode)

The Tournament of Elements episode 5-6

Dont get me wrong i love dareth but why is he the most prominent side side character in the show

Coles whistling sounds so pretty

I love how Cole accepted his faith, giving up, but then he found Zane, gaining a whole new motivation to escape.

Its canon that Dareth nows makeup :)

It was so funny how Nya just kept swatting Jays face until he fucking paid attention and looked 💀

Nya: that means theres a spy!

Literally ten seconds after skyler gives Kai the message she got from cole

Kai: a spy… its a good thing we have some people we can trust. thanks skyler!

Omfg i cant with him

Cole: Time to break out!

(Starts running on the conveyor belt and eating pasta as a show of rebellion)

BFJSNFJDNJR

It was so unexpected

Cole doesnt have his super strength or his elemental powers and he’s still taking on 12 guards at a time and winning

Nevermind

HE GOT THE KEYS

Zane: Cole.. you came back.

Cole: of course i did you shiny new tin can!!! (Hugs him) can you feel the love!

Zane: no.

Cole: ☹️

I really thought Nya was gonna just run away but ripping the spell page out of the book is so smart

Zane: the serpents strategy is very clever-

Cole: WERE ABOUT TO BE EATEN, ZANE.

Cole: pixal?!?!? you got a girl stuck in your head?!?!!!

Coles lines are always the best

Chen: youre harshing my viiiibe 🙄💅

Holy shit dareth can actually sing, good for him

A painting falls on Jay and suddenly hes immobile, get yourself together my guy

Kinda crazy how there's spys on both sides here

Oh wait

The title is ‘spy for a spy’

I'm stupid

The ninja will be like ‘a ninja should-’ and ‘a ninja shouldnt’ and then just say basic morals

Nya is such a girlboss in this

See this is what im talking about when I say she knows how to fight

Its so cool that one of the most intense battles we get in a season called ‘the tournament of the elements’ is nya against clouse

Ohhhh okay so skylers his daughter

Honestly thought she was his granddaughter with how old he was

Jay: they want us to hunt nya down! She wont stand a chance!

Jesus jay have a little faith in her, now ik what she means when she said you dont take her seriously

Ik Skyler is withering in guilt bc everytime she talks to Kai it's like ‘yes, im here for a loved one and im trying my best, oh and that's my sister were all hunting down, another loved one.’

He doesn't catch a break

Why did they ALL let go of their parachutes when the floor gave way.

Lloyd saving his father by giving him the parachute and Garmadom immediately growing worried and angry is just- 👌

Wait Lloyd can make an energy dragon?

Thought that was something he could only do as the golden ninja

Maybe the golden power was like a boost. Helped him work his powers better and now it's more difficult.

Can all the ninja do that? Is that like a thing? Making an energy dragon?

Nya is so smart she's great

Coles covered in powder AGAIN why does he keep doing this

Zane: with all our combined weight, escaping through the system should be fine.

Darreth enters the scene

Cole: time to think up another plan

That was so mean 😭

Chen was always just like that huh

Garmadon was so… sincere. So good even when evil was consuming him. He didn't even want to replace Wus love letter with his name

Okay yeah I fucking hate Chen he can rot in hell.

Kai: maybe we should be together- wait no that didnt come out right. I mean its a big island so maybe if we were a couple. Wait no! What i mean is-

Hes so in deep

Hes so ‘confident’ and flirtatious like that girl at the gas station but when he actually likes someone hes such a goofball :)

Mr pale: youll never get away with this chen.

Chen: Really? Where have you been! Ive been getting away with this time and time again!

I cant believe they showed that the master of flight was killed and due to that he had no descendent to give his power to

The tea lady!!!!

Kai and Nyas parents :)

Its so nice to see these cameos

Dont the anacondrai generals come back sometime in skybound?

Wait I thought Wu and Misako knew about Garmadons letter and him training under chen

Cole: okay, so maybe rolling ourselves up into giant eggrolls isnt the best plan.

Karlof: we could make a roto jet

Zane: that could actually work!

Cole:

Cole: we’re UNDERGROUND.

Okay but what is actually inherently wrong with clouses use of the dark art.

From what i can tell, its able to use a bit of every element and more but what's wrong with it other than how him using it for malicious intent

Holy shit Jay just fucking exploded

SKYLER.

How did she not think that through

You JUST used the ice power of the friend Kais literally searching for

On the other hand she was being really truthful at that moment in wanting to make sure Kais friends were okay and in a moment of desperation, used Zanes power. Which she would not have done if she was thinking carefully about keeping herself hidden as the spy.

The way they animate Skyler makes her so emotionless. Like, give my girl more than one expression.