#Ryn Writes

[chloryn]

anyway if no one else will i guess it has to be me!!

klaus hc’s : the situationship edition

part one

content warning;; klaus x reader, klaus with he/they pronouns, female reader, friends to friends who have sex ?, unexpected boners, sexualization without knowledge, guilty conscience (for a minute), oral sex, 90% not canon, mostly just self indulgent writing

a/n;; there’s simply going to have to be a part two, i tried to get all my thoughts out and i couldn’t. it’s three a.m. and i got out what i could.

- it’s his fault truly, i feel like he is such a romantic

- friends first, you’d meet in the evening, at a record store maybe right before closing, or maybe in a café

- when it comes down to people asking about how you met neither of you have the same answer, always the same line

- “we’ve known each other forever”

- late night phone calls to soothe each other

- klaus would be the first to ask you to come over past the usual “hang out” hours

- “i’ve really tried everything y/n, even the hour long meditation cd”

- “please just come over and sit with me?”

- “i’m bored to death” (he’s literally immortal)

- you agree, you’re only a few blocks away from the academy anyway and besides, you couldn’t sleep either

- klaus would meet you halfway and walk you back, he hates the idea of you outside, alone, in the dark.

- definitely the first time you’ve had a good look around their room, you’d only been in it a handful of times and only for a moment or two

- klaus is a messy kind of organized, but it feels so much like him

- his bed sheets are burnt orange, and their duvet is a dark blue, there’s tons of pillows and fuzzy throws littered on the bed. it feels cozy.

- his nightstand is the cleanest thing surrounding you, an incense burner, a pack of old cigarettes, a bottle of high dollar whiskey, and some jewelry strewn around.

- it smells like the night in his room, one window cracked to let in a breeze, a soft candle burning with the scent of pine, and the scent of him causing you to feel oh so comfortable

- for a moment you question why you hadn’t spent more time with them here, why you wouldn’t want to experience such a private part of your best friends life

- but that was it exactly, this was too private

- but klaus felt better, he felt so much safer with you around, with people around in general but when he had called you he knew he wanted you specifically

- he wasn’t completely honest with you about why he couldn’t sleep or what was bothering him, he didn’t want you to know his past or what kept him up at night

- he was lucky enough to have convinced ben to let him have alone time with you, as he wasn’t sure he could keep up that charade much longer without at least claiming to be delusional

- nothing happens the first time you stay over, or the second, or third even

- the weirdest thing to happen is the morning after, at least the first time he walked you out you wore your own clothes

- by the the third “sleepover” you had strolled into the kitchen, one of their sleep shirts and a pair of boxers you prayed passed as shorts thrown on

- you had only been caught by diego and five, both of which seemed to have been in shock and blubbering, obviously a little disappointed in your decisions by the looks they gave

- you knew it looked strange, you weren’t completely oblivious. the real problem was that you expected klaus to be more conscious of what they were thinking. he wasn’t.

- after your third night over in less than two weeks ben broke the news to klaus, everyone in the house, including him honestly, thought you two were hardcore banging. maybe even more since you were sleeping over and wearing his clothes out.

- klaus was APPALLED.

- they literally had no clue what to say, he was slightly embarrassed but also he didn’t completely mind, it was obvious you two were just close friends

- the next time though he was outside your front door when they called.

- “hey”

- he was too nervous someone would embarrass you, what if you were to find out about what everyone was thinking. his house was super off limits right now.

- he figured you’d be more than happy to sleep in your bed anyway.. and maybe they wanted to snoop a little

- you guys spent such little time at your house

- the reality of it was a horrified expression and profuse apologies, you didn’t have nearly as much space or even an excuse to why your house wasn’t as tidy as you wanted it

- you let him in, walking the both of you back towards your bedroom after noting a couch is no place for a sleepover

- deja vu

- klaus would examine all your trinkets, take note of how everything smelled of you, he truly felt so calm

- “y/n?”

- as if it couldn’t get worse, he pulls out your vibrator from beneath the blanket where he sat. snickering, his ears turning a light pink.

-face flushed you would take it from him, scrambling to put it in your bedside drawer

- it finally clicks, he gets it, he knows why everyone thinks you two are at least messing around. because for the first time, he has a painfully hard cock, and it’s just the idea of you touching yourself in the same spot he’s lounging about on

- he tries so hard to play it cool, covering himself with a blanket, using his hand to gently push it down before you notice

- “you wanna do a movie tonight?”

- “ooo of course!”

- you’d beg him to watch a slasher, and as per usual he’d give in, even though he hates them passionately

- comfy clothes, and popcorn with m&ms mixed in, and sugary sweet drinks to pair with

- “pleaseeee” he’d give into your crocodile tears, giving up his clothes to please you

- turning around so one another can change clothes, covering your eyes with your hands

- shirtless klaus

- after his first *ahem* problem, it would only get worse. you’d hide your face in his chest during the jump scares or when things would get eerie, tucking your arms around his torso

- only wearing a pair of thin pajama pants, opting out of the boxers he had so kindly given to you to wear as shorts yet again, even though your entire closet was mere feet away

- he can feel the curve of your breasts against his arm, and your legs slightly intertwined with his and it may actually give him a heart attack

- god it made him feel so guilty, to know you trusted him with so much of you, your life. just for him to be sitting here, in your bed, sexualizing you while you were just trying to hang out

- he tried everything to make it stop, even thinking of how ben would scold him if he were here

- you probably had a quarter of the movie left when your balance would betray you, accidentally slipping and grazing your forearm against his dick

- both of you bolting up. a mixture of shock and embarrassment across your faces

- your thighs clench ever so slightly at the thought of his arousal being over you, tension fogging your brain

- “y/n i’m so sorry”

-“fuck”

- “i don’t know what’s going on with me tonight”

- cue klaus clambering to get up, but you ushering them back down

- “what if.. we just tried it?”

- “maybe we’re just horny, it’s not a big deal”

- soft kisses, wide eyes

- pulling down his pants, his head slightly purple with pre cum leaking, smearing on his happy trail

- “are you okay with this?”

- “you’re allowed to say no”

- slowly kissing up their thighs, licking and kissing up the shaft, suckling hickies onto their lower belly

- SO so sensitive

- “ahh, st-stop”

- “i- i’m not joking, please- please i’ll cum-“

- smooth about the transition, slipping off their pants and straddling you ever so slightly to slide his hands under his your shirt, nudging your breasts further into their hands, whimpering when their fingers wrap around and twist your pebbled nipples

- “you sound so pretty”

- “fuck, are you sure?” “you’re okay with this?” “tell me if you wanna stop, okay?”

- with your consent he slowly tugs on the waistband of his boxers that rest on your hips, letting your shirt fall back down, he may be fully naked and bare but he doesn’t wanna push you to hard

- he waits for your little nod of approval before hooking his fingers, and sliding them down your soft legs

- klaus has seen bare skin before, he’s seen people who had their cocks leaking for him, or their pussy glistening and puffy waiting for him, but he’d never seen anything that compared to you

- the way you were dripping, pussy swollen and visibly aching, clit prominent and perked up, over him, if there was a heaven waiting for him he was sure he’d found it

- he’d start slow, flattening his tongue, lapping all the way up, moaning every time the taste of you hit his tongue, until he got greedy, swirling his tongue around your clit, sucking and teasing, reaching his free hand under your shirt again to palm your tits

- messy and a bit uncoordinated, bucking your hips ever so slightly as your climax approached

-pulling his hands back and wrapping his arms around your thighs to hold you still

- “‘m gonna cum, please, oh god”

- “i’m right there please honey, please”

- the endearment, that’s what would send him over the edge, he’d replay the sweetness of it in your voice over and over coming untouched, moaning and crumbling all while still pulling you closer to your orgasm

- following your orgasm till the very end, letting you guide him through, he’d speed up and slow down for as long as it took as long as he knew he was giving you a complete experience

- nuzzling and lapping up your sap

- “you’re so sweet” “so divine”

- he’d be so exhausted after, but he’d want you to have everything you needed

- “can i get you anything?” “i’ll grab you some water” “let’s clean up, i’ll help you”

- after he was sure you were well taken care of and comfortable, he’d ask you to lay with him. to soak up the afterglow of it all.

- he’d never had this kind of erotic experience before but he knew he may never have it again so he wanted to savor it. and potentially attempt to make it so good you wanted it to be a regular occurrence.

- he would give you the option of him leaving or staying, the sleepover boundary had officially been crossed creating a whole slew of new possibilities

- “stay, please”

- cuddling while sleeping was like a whole new kind of intimacy for him. the way your hair tickled his nose, being able to hear your steady breaths.

- bonus content: ben appearing at an ungodly hour to make sure klaus is okay, and realizing not only would he have to live with his nosey decision, but also with the fact that he couldn’t tell anyone what he knew.

[nepotisim]

Lol the way I'm being bullied on Simbook?

[purpleruneleaf]

i'm sorry for the atrocities i'm going to someday unleash upon the internet

nevermind, no i'm not sorry

bonus:

[rynfinity]

Just wanted to let you know that I recently discovered your thorki fics on ao3 and they're absolutely wonderful. Thank you for writing it.

Thanks, nonny! I’m so glad you’re enjoying them… and how nice of you to let me know!

[nomadic-tash27]

writing patterns tag game

RULES: List the first line of your last 10 posted fics and see if there's a pattern! (I actually went with some of my most recent, but also the ones I'm proud of bc some of them are only 100 words...I went through a drabble phase and they're TERRIBLE)

Thanks @foibles-fables for the tag!!

i hate accidents except when we went from friends to this (Haikyuu, Daisuga):

Koushi and Daichi had been writing letters to each other for as long as Koushi could remember.

2) you showed me colors you know i can't see with anyone else (Naruto, Kakairu):

“You’ll never guess who I saw coming out of Hyuga’s,” Anko said as she rushed into the shop where Iruka stood getting his suit tailored.

3) lucky (i'm in love with my best friend) (Haikyuu, Kagehina):

Kageyama Tobio was not a romantic person.

4) bonds (Naruto, Kakairu):

Iruka felt a sharp sting in his chest.

5) grief like i've never known (Jujutsu Kaisen):

It flowed through his veins like molasses, dragging him down and down until he couldn’t move.

6) a night that we can't replace, it's a feeling we always chase (Naruto, Kakairu):

The fire crackled and popped, putting off heat as the snow swirled and raged outside the apartment.

7) i guess you never know, and it's another day waking up alone (Naruto, Kakashi & Iruka, MCD):

The counter still held his things.

8) night has always pushed up day (Critical Role, Vex/Percy):

At times, it felt like a feather, weighing lightly on her shoulders.

9) pieces form the whole (Hockey RPF...don't judge):

To be traded to the worst team in the league was nothing short of embarrassing after winning the World Series with one of the best teams in the league.

10) trade the ones you love for the ones you hate (Hockey RPF again...don't judge):

The sound of gloves hitting the ice always seemed to excite the crowd.

Trends: I tend to keep them short? I used to be better with hooks tbh. I don't think I'm nearly as good as I was between 2015-2017.

[leafweaverryn]

so i went a little feral in the tags of a post with this screenshot this morning, and well... i started a thing

cw - baby plot bunny, monarch is very handsy, everyone is very out of character because i don't know what i'm doing, aged-up characters, mention of Gabriel/Harry/Mr Ramier, mention of Lila/Chloe, mind control, endgame feluka

Since unlocking the true potential of his power and learning he really could evilize and release more than one akuma, Agreste manor slowly became more occupied and more interesting, in Argos's opinion. He kept away, in an apartment lair of his own paid for by his heists, mostly because there was only so much of his uncle's presence and personality he could take. But he did visit occasionally for tea and to assess the newest villain Monarch brought home like a stray pet.

There were the ones Argos expected. Psychomedian and Mr Pigeon were the first, being Monarch's secret public lovers after all. Lila, upon learning of Monarch's new strength, practically kicked the door down and demanded to have her Volpina powers returned to her, which Monarch granted, and not wanting to be overshadowed by her girlfriend, Chloe followed shortly after and was crowned Queen Wasp once more.

And then there were others he didn't expect...

Monarch was so excited, so giddy when he came up from his lair that day, Argos worried he'd found Adrien at last. Shortly after the akumatized villains began to move in, his cousin disappeared. He worried, sending out sentis on search of the other blond. One returned one night with a note from Adrien, stating he was safe and in hiding. A paw print in the corner of the note was all the clue Argos needed as to why. He burned the note.

But the akumatized man that entered was not Adrien. Argos observed him from the top of the stairs, eyes narrowed behind his fan.

At first glimpse, there was nothing particularly exceptional about the man striding in. Tall, broad-shouldered... even from where he stood, Argos could see the ripples of muscles under the black and purple suit. Whoever he is, he works out, the peacock thought, flicking his wrist to move his fan. Little puffs of air cooled suddenly warm purple cheeks. The new villain wasn't flashy either. He didn't hurl his powers around or try to show-off.

And yet the gathering of akumatized villains and sentis parted for him. Even Volpina and Queen Wasp cowered away, both holding their hands to their mouths, as if afraid to speak in his presence. The fear that rose up among them was so palpable that Argos didn't need the empathic powers of the Peacock Miraculous to feel it.

Why? Argos wondered as the man stopped in the center of the room, waiting to be received by his master. Why do they fear him?

But then he felt it. Nothing. All the others reeked of emotion, like perfume fogging the air. This man, however, had nothing. Felt nothing.

His heart and soul were completely silent.

Fitting, Argos huffed. The stranger's face was obscured, hidden by his helmet that covered his face like a muzzle. A wicked green grin was painted over where his lips would be.

"Welcome, welcome!" Monarch crowed as he came in from his office lair. "Welcome to your new home."

The helmeted man bowed, standing up straight as Monarch stopped in front of him. Curious, Argos left his spot to wander closer. Seeing him in the corner of his eye, Monarch beckoned his nephew to join them.

"How handsome you are," Monarch sighed, daring to touch the helmeted man under his chin to tilt it up. He turned the man's head to let the light catch on his pale blue skin. "I would have preferred Truth, but you... You will do just fine."

"I don't think I've seen you this happy about akumatizing someone," Argos hummed behind his fan as he joined them. An instinct warned him to keep his distance, so the peacock stayed at arm's length from the two.

"Aaahhh, that's because this one is rare, Argos..." Monarch circled the man, inspecting him. The master's hands cupped his new puppet's shoulders. "Mr Ramier, I've akumatized hundreds of times... Even this one's family are easy prey on bad days when pickings are slim... But him..."

He gently grasped the akuma's hand, guiding it up so Monarch could kiss his knuckles. To the helmeted man's credit, he didn't react. His green eyes focused ahead without seeing, though Argos did feel a twinge of disgust. The peacock smiled behind his fan.

"This one, I have been trying to catch for years... How many times have I blessed you ever? Twice?"

The akuma held up his free hand and three fingers.

"Of course," Monarch chuckled. "This would be the third time." He removed his hands and stepped away, lurking behind Argos to whisper in his ear. "My dear nephew... I present to you the purest heart in all of Paris. The man who cannot, will not lie... Others call him Luka Couffaine, but here, among his new family in his new home, he is Silencer."

Green eyes flicked to Argos, seeing him at last. Silencer gave him a bowing nod in reply to the peacock's quiet "how do you do".

"An apt name," Argos hummed. "You don't say much. I like that in others."

"Ah, thank you for reminding me." Monarch turned his gaze to the others gathered and raised his voice. "A volunteer! I need a volunteer! You there, Volpina! Come here, my dear. Make yourself useful for a change. Silencer needs a voice!" His lowered to a grumble. "And I've had enough of your screeching..."

But the helmeted man lifted a hand and mimicked talking with it. When he spoke, it was with a voice that turned Argos's blood to ice.

"That won't be necessary, master," Silencer replied with Adrien's voice. "I've found a voice already."

[perfectfeelings]

Soulmates aren’t just lovers.

Ryn Weaver

[thoughtkick]

Soulmates aren’t just lovers.

Ryn Weaver

[whumptea]

tw: drugging

a defiant whumpee trying to claw at whumper’s arms in protest as their body reacts to the sedative that was just injected into them. they can only muster aggravated, painful groans and whimpers as whumper cards a hand through their hair.

“shh, my love… don’t fight it,” they whisper, guiding their captive to lay back down.

[queen-scribbles]

Fabulous art of my main @shepherds-of-haven girl Trick from @commander-sarahs-art!😍

[chloryn]

best friends + forever || s.h. & r.b.

cw // a/b/o, omega!steve, first heat, light embarrassment, platonic relationships only, there’s zero romance in this, just best friends being best friends, drug abuse, self harm, probably not very canon at all actually

a/n || this is a prequel to the a/b/o steddie fic, i just really wanted to love on robbie and stevie and they’re friendship

thinking about steve, steve in his early teens yearning for intimacy and begging someone to listen to him. because he feels left out. but not physically, just mentally.

steve who presents as a junior in highschool in the middle of class, in the second floor bathroom. alone, confused. and he is so embarrassed he doesn’t show up for the rest of the week. he blames a stomach bug, but the story will constantly evolve into a deeper lie until it evaporates and no longer matters.

steve who uses scent blockers and heat suppressants incorrectly. steve who buys them in back alleys and quiet corners out of town, so no one could ever know. steve who only dates betas, because ‘he’s a beta’. and that's perfect. that’s perfectly fine, and completely normal.

steve, who’s a senior, meeting his best friend. his best friend who he doesn’t even know yet. but she’s soft, and gentle. and he had never felt that kindness, at least not from someone who wasn’t forced to give it. and steve who is grateful for robin, because he may not tell her his secrets yet but she stays and comforts him regardless.

robin, who protects steve. even if she doesn't know why. robin who prides herself in not looking too far into steve’s past because she wasn’t a part of who he was, she’s just glad to be a part of who he is and will be.

and then it happens, the part where robin doesn’t have to dig. she doesn’t have to ask, not when steve is hiding in the employee bathroom for thirty minutes, and certainly not when she and every other alpha across the newly crafted mall could smell how sweet he smelled.

and robin, with her soft eyes and sweet smile, had to become a force. she closed the ice cream shop as fast as she possibly could, ordering everyone out. telling them there was a sudden emergency in the back, that a machine had malfunctioned, going as far as to say she was having the problem. even though deep down she knew she couldn’t pull that off.

she hurried to the bathroom, and she felt horrified for him. in his fevered, whimpering state. but even more so, horrified by the look on his face. because best friend or not steve knew robin was an alpha, steve had heard all the horrible tales, all the things alphas would do to omegas. and in the end he would lose every time, because he would be completely out of his mind.

“steve,” she spoke so softly, in control, “I’m not going to hurt you, okay?”

a soft whimper, a plea.

“steve, i would never do that to you, okay?” she was trying to comfort him, help him. “tell me what you need,”

he could see the control she had, he could see that she wasn’t going to hurt him. but what about after he spoke, what if he said something he didn’t mean, and what if she took advantage of that. and he didn’t know how any of this worked, he hadn’t even really had a first heat. he had a pre-heat and that was only a minor scratch in the surface. because what he felt now was overload. the embarrassment and hate he felt couldn’t even come up to his thoughts, because all he felt now was need. he couldn’t register the fear he had, he felt like he couldn’t breathe without begging for air.

and then robin bolted, running to find his bag. it was close, she was only gone for a moment but to him it felt like ages. it felt like being younger, being expected to present as an alpha. being pitied by his parents after they had found out. being an afterthought to them when he wasn’t in their direct sight. it felt like being lonely, it felt like he was being left out.

and robin, she stayed at least a foot away, dumping all of steve’s belongings on to the tiled floor. napkins and notes. a tin of mints clanged harshly, causing him to flinch and cry out. he still refused to speak, refused to look at her at all really.

but robin was busy now, she knew that unless this was steve presenting, which was incredibly unlikely, he had something on him. something to alleviate this at least to a bearable, dull pain. rummaging until she found a small bottle, a bottle meant for aspirin.

she held it up, a silent prayer. and he managed to nod.

she watched as he had taken the contents, looked at the pills he counted out. she said nothing as he swallowed them dry. said nothing about how he took more than he would have been prescribed. because maybe she was wrong, robin wasn’t going out and asking omegas their private business. and up until now robin wasn’t in the game of knowing an omega that personally to ask.

and then, they sat. robin silently, watching over her dearest friend. steve not so, still a mess. he had started blubbering, saying nonsensical things that robin knew he didn’t mean. his consciousness fading in and out.

they sat there well past the mall's designated closing time. thankful security hadn’t checked, probably due to the early closing of the store. robin going out to check every so often. it had been hours later when steve lifted his body from a light sleep.

he felt sticky, he felt the exhaustion pulse over him. he looked towards robin. who stared at him, letting her eyes soften not to startle him. she had grabbed a cup of water hours ago, and it sat there with her. waiting.

she nudged it towards him, still careful not to get too close. he moved to grab it, taking it in small sips.

“robin, i’m so,” his words fell flat, he didn’t think he would remember this much. didn’t think he could have, at least not from everything he’d researched alone.

tears fell down robin’s cheeks, she felt like this was the closest thing to shock a person could feel. she hated it, hated the way she was perceived. over something she couldn’t decide, something that was so out of her control. and she felt so ashamed, maybe not the same shame steve did, but hers was just as valid.

“i’m just glad you’re okay,” tear streaked cheeks and all, and she still managed to care more about steve, than herself. still managed to push aside all her feelings, and take care of him.

not because she was genetically crafted too but because he was her best friend, and she loved him. and he loved her.

they talked, they stayed there on the floor awhile longer. they shared horror stories, and stupid memories until they were ready. ready to walk out to steve’s car.

there things felt real, for the first time in hours this was real. and steve’s hands were shaking, his whole body really.

“rob,?”

“yeah?”

“i don’t know what to do,” it was broken, the words falling out of his mouth in a crumbled sense. he knew he couldn’t pretend it didn’t happen. couldn’t repress it any further back, no amount of shitty stories about chemistry class or disgusting ice cream orders could cover up what had unfolded. “this was never how i thought it would be, and i–”

“i realized when i was 13,” robin felt a sense of relief with her words, “i remember everything changing, and my god i could smell everything,”

“i mean it steve, like everything. and i was so, so mad because i remember thinking there was absolutely no way i could be an alpha, right?”

“but i was incredibly wrong, because then i had to lock myself in my room for a whole day, and i was so–”

“oh my god, robin!” steve was somewhere in between a laugh, “enough, enough!”

“too much?”

he gave her a soft nod.

“and f-y-i,” she pushed herself, steve was safe. steve would keep her safe too. “i’m not into you, or men, in like, general so,”

and like that, steve felt incredibly stupid, “you mean to tell me, we can pick?”

steve wasn’t completely dumb, he knew betas could pick, just not alphas and omegas. he assumed that was up to some different force. some divine creature.

“steve… of course you can pick?” robin was just as confused, “you just think of everyone as a potential partner?”

“of course not, i pick girls who are cute and present as betas,”

“yeah.. but do you like..” she didn’t know how to say these things, in fact robin wasn’t sure she knew how to speak, “like-like boys but not say it?”

“no robin!” of course he didn’t, “i only think of boys like that when i’m like, not taking my meds right,”

“steve.. what did you take back there?” the car suddenly felt ten times smaller.

“it’s uh, heat suppressors,” he scratched the back of his neck, “they help to stop-”

“i know what they do, but i also know that you’re taking way too many, and that it could seriously hurt you steve,” she really didn’t mean to sound so harsh, “i mean seriously?”

“is it really that bad to like boys?” she huffed, steve started to speak but she was quick to cut him off, “or-or is it really so bad to be an omega? because if it is then you have to figure something else out, you’re going to kill yourself,”

steve was silent, eyes blown. he knew he was hurting himself, knew the risks outweighed the rewards. but he knew it made his parents happy, knew they thought of him as less of a burden because he didn’t show his weakness. he knew his friends wouldn’t have liked him anymore, they would’ve thought of him as weak for it. he knew that he didn’t like that part of him. knew he couldn’t stand the thought of himself that way.

he realized he was crying again, and so was robin. because his fear, was shared with hers. the fear of losing him. but they were oh so different because steve, steve who was terrified of losing the version of himself he had created. he had worked so hard to build. to cover every ounce of weakness he had buried inside. and robin, who was scared of losing her best friend, steve who had become someone else when he talked about movies he liked. steve who had genuine love for the kids he hung out with, and gave them purpose. steve who only ever had to be steve.

“rob.. i’m scared,”

“i know,”

and that was it, he spilled it out. he told her all of it. repeating it over and over. he told her about feeling alone, and helpless. feeling like he would never be himself again. he told her about his parents, and the way they changed. told her about the drugs, and the terrible things he had done to himself. he told her how much he wanted to be loved.

“steve, you’ll always be loved,” and she meant it. she knew he’d find a first love, and he’d find a mate. but that’s not what made steve lonely, steve was lonely without a shoulder. without a person who could listen to him. steve needed a best friend, steve needed a bond that couldn’t break. no matter what.

steve drove them back to his house, robin had offered to sit in. his parents had left on a work trip, he was safe. and he trusted her, to stay with him.

robin left the next morning, making sure steve knew what to expect. they had studied all the books steve had, and even used the family computer once of twice. and the waves of his first heat, they were unbearable. but he pushed through. he felt relieved after, like he could really do this.

robin brought over the trashiest, sweetest food she could find once it had passed. and they celebrated. they celebrated them, their friendship. they celebrated steve and who he truly was. they celebrated to new beginnings.

they were whole.

[nepotisim]

This was shown to me by a friend, and this is such a silly little take to me. The Sims has always been a 3D game. When you make a new sim, you sculpt in CAS. Yes, rendering is more technical than taking screenshots, but in no way does doing it make you better than those who don't. Tbh, I've seen a lot of really cool content here from people that don't render. If you want to learn to render or "sculpt", ask someone to reach you. I promise it isn't some kind of Sims elitist agenda. We're literally playing with virtual Barbies.

[purpleruneleaf]

so i started another one-shot

because i can't help myself

crossmare

Chin up, eyes on his groom, Cross walked down the aisle, arm-in-arm with Dream. If the prince noticed what Cross did, that Error and Ink were absent, Dream didn't say so.

"Heh... And what have we here?" Nightmare purred when his bride stood toe to toe with him. The monstrosity tilted his head at Cross. "A last minute substitute, brother?"

"This changes nothing about our deal," Dream stated firmly. "We'll still honor the truce if you do."

"I disagree... Before, the deal was balanced. But now..." A tendril wrapped loosely around Cross's waist to pull him breast to breast with his groom. "Now I think I'm getting the better end of the bargain..."

His lips parted to reveal a sticky mouth, sharp teeth, and a writhing tongue longer than any other skeleton's. Cross's heart trembled at the sight of that tongue in mixed fear and arousal. He bit his own to keep his thoughts in check, but it was too late. Nightmare grinned and tilted his head again.

"Unless... you've changed your mind, my bride..."

Rather than argue with pointless words, Cross made his point in action. He grabbed Nightmare by his chin and kissed the monstrosity to the shock of all the others.

[rynfinity]

Unpopular opinion, I guess, but I actually feel sad for the bird app refugees. I’ve been on here for a decade and I remember how it felt after nipplegate, when so many people were leaving… there’s never another place with a comparable culture, and your friends may not all be there for the same reasons, so everyone ends up scattering and things are never the same. You lose track of some friends forever, and your interactions with others are permanently altered. Your comfortable routine, if you like comfortable routines, is gone. You may eventually find a new home, or you may live on amongst the wreckage of your old one (if that’s an option), but… it still sucks.

[copperhawkthoughts]

Hey happy Tuesday did you know that Matthew FUCKING Mercer foreshadowed all of this Ruidus business a million years ago in C2E129?

The Mighty Nein are fleeing from Trent Ikithon. Some of them are in the Happy Fun Ball. Others of them are in what would turn out to be Planerider Ryn’s hangout in the Fire Plane.

Jester reads Ryn’s journal, and Matt says:

“…maps of the cosmic planes…pontification on an imbalance between them…” (01:09:13)

“The theories on a pattern of change begin to peak through in some of the notes. A slow shift in the structure between the planes, and a possible sudden shift in the cosmic tapestry down the road. And you can see a lot of these notes, there’s a combination of worry and excitement gleaned from them. This person is just pontificating about possible cosmic events down the road that could be catastrophic or very exciting and unique, remaking of the cosmos. But they’re all theories.” (01:10:00)

Then a huge awful fight and a lot of other things happen and two hours later, Caleb reads the journal and gets:

“Possible change that could spell disaster or balance, who knows?” (03:02:22)

“There’s some sort of something strange and you do pick up some of the odd reading that alludes, as they note, “I continue to find an aberration in my data pertaining to Exandria. A cyclical, months long, slow surge in low-level magical interference that then recedes just as slowly. Something that tangles my readings and upsets my analysis. It is too faint to identify the arcane nature at source, but I worry if this pertains to the shifting between the veils…” But these are just the musings of an individual.” (03:02:27)

And then, in C3E43, Ryn herself shows up and says:

“I’ve discovered some strange inconsistencies in the way the energies have been moving, the leylines, the magical powers that guide the patterns of energies across Exandria and through the different realms that overlap. This movement seemed to be incorporating with bursts of energy, that over time, the patterns seemed to coincide with these recurring flares of the moon Ruidus.” (02:54:30)

C2E129 aired in March of 2021

[leafweaverryn]

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rolled mine using a discord bot! reader beware, most of my works are explicit. and a lot of my works are multi-chapter, so snippets are taken from chapter 1.

petit pain dans le four - (E, lukadrinette)

“Take one step, I dare you!” Chat Blanc roared at him before the snake could speak.

Viperion lifted his hands to try to calm him down. “Adrien, breathe, it's okay… You don’t have to hurt her… Please don’t hurt her…”

A rolling hiss burbled in Blanc’s throat. “How did you do it? How did you escape the time loop?!”

He gave a soft huff, grinning back at the white cat. “What? You thought I wouldn’t have bumped into this problem myself, after using the Snake Miraculous for years?” Viperion shook his head. “Time loops are easy to break out of. You just have to know the right moment. I’ve had practice, and Bunnyx has given me special training for it. All you have to do is know you’re in the loop and know what needs to change to create a ripple effect through the loop to break it.”

Chat Blanc blinked, relaxing his grip on Marinette. “Wait, really?”

Their boyfriend gave him a stern look through his eyebrows and mask, as if he were looking up at the corrupted hero through glasses. 

“Oh, right, sorry…” Blanc glared at him again, and the woman in his grip struggled against him. His eyes narrowed on Viperion. “I won’t do it, Luka! I won’t give up my Miraculous! Nothing you can say or do will make me surrender it!”

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Kittens for Christmas - (E, lukadrinette)

"Go find somewhere else to sleep," Marinette whispered to her kwami. "Please…"

Sass whined, but obeyed. He gave her chin a gentle bonk and unraveled his tail, floating away to phase through a wall and disappear.

Chat Blanc visibly relaxed. He padded closer to her, near enough that he sat down on the floor beside her chair, making himself comfortable. His head went onto her lap, his eyes closing as he sighed heavily. The tears continued to fall silently, even as she combed her fingers through his hair in gentle strokes. He didn't purr. She tried to coax him, rubbing behind his ears and under his chin, but he didn't make a sound.

“Would you like me to sing to you?” Marinette offered, her hand not stopping, not going still for too long. She rubbed behind his ear, knowing that’s what her Chat preferred.

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Swinging from the Gallows Pole - (T, felinette)

“You got a fine widow,” the hangman purred. “She brought a little silver, your cousin brought a little gold… But nothing would bring me more joy than to see you swinging from the gallows pole.”

Felix stared him down, saying nothing and only raising his chin in mute defiance.

For every heartbeat Felix said nothing, the hangman’s smirk twisted into a scowl. The blond huffed a wry smile. He’s used to begging and pleading. Last minute bribes and empty promises. Flattery and tears. Not today, sir. To prove his point, Felix turned away from him, facing the crowd. Not from me.  

His heart dropped. 

On the distant horizon, on the blue sea beyond the fort parapets and battlements were the black and green sails of the Liberty.

Luka… Felix closed his eyes. He’s leaving me… He huffed, smiling through his cracking heart. Any pirate who falls behind… stays behind…

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From Ballroom to Bedroom - (E, lukadrinette)

“You were gonna ask me something, weren’t you?” Marinette asked in a whisper. “Before Alya interrupted us, you were going to ask me something. Please ask me…”

He smiled that shy half-smile that the photographers and paparazzi rarely saw as he nodded. “Yeah…” Adrien glanced over her shoulder as Luka came up to them. “Listen, I know this is sudden and we haven’t really introduced ourselves and all, but um… we were looking for… we were hoping, um…”

Luka chuckled, taking her hand and kissing her knuckles. “What my tongue-tied boyfriend is trying to ask is if you would be willing to join us for a more… intimate, private dance in our hotel room.”

“You don’t have to say yes!” Adrien stammered. “If you say no, we totally understand. No harm, no foul, right? You just, um, you seemed really comfortable between us and -”

“Yes,” Marinette said before he could stutter himself further into a hole. She gave Luka’s hand a squeeze and smiled at Adrien. “You have no idea how much I was hoping that’s what you were going to ask me… and my answer is hell yes. A hundred thousand percent yes. I am totally okay with having a threesome with you two.”

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By the Numbers - (E, lukanette)

The Miracle Box Bakery and Cafe was rather busy at three in the afternoon, so much so that Luka had to park several blocks down the street. But as he walked by the windows and through the door, he smiled at the quaint interior and displays of baked goods. The pictures didn’t do it justice, and as his gaze landed on the sole owner and employee, Luka decided very quickly that he’d need to talk to Felix about their freelance photographer.

She wasn’t just pretty.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng was breathtakingly beautiful.

He stood among the throng of customers like a pilgrim having arrived at Mecca for the first time, awestruck. The photo of her was in black and white, grainy from zoom with a cheap camera. In the flesh and blood, she was bright and colorful, her smile like blooming peach blossoms that lit up the room with an eternal glow. He could write songs about the blues of her eyes or the music in her voice as she spoke with other customers. One said something that made her giggle, and he honest to God thought he was going to faint from the bell-like chime of her laughter.

Five minutes in and his mind was already made up.

Luka was going to do anything and everything he could to spare this woman and her sanctuary of confectionery delights from the jaws of the tax man.

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Four Little Somethings - (T, feluka)

"Outlander, by Diana Gabaldon," Felix read out loud. 

His boyfriend could hardly contain his giddy grin. "Mmhm. I know romance and fantasy aren't your usual genres, but I thought you might like it."

"What is it about?" the blond asked as he flipped it over. He didn't know why he was looking. Backs of the books never had synopses anymore, and in my opinion, that marked the beginning of civilization's downfall… That and the loss of the slutty oil painting covers.

Luka's grin grew. His accent started to slip again, as if his voice knew he was going home, and that there was no longer a need for him to speak like a Frenchman. "It's about a British army nurse who travels to Scotland and steps through a stone circle that sends her back in time. There she meets and falls in love with a Scottish highlander."

He smiled through his blush. "Ah yes, another bodice ripper…"

"You'd be surprised, actually. This one goes pretty deep into history and gets more points right than other books and movies." His voice lowered to a grumble. "Don't even get me started on Braveheart… "  

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Of Gowns and Gloves - (E, marigami)

Kagami cleared her throat as warning, shifting her weight on her feet a little more to open her legs and give her wife more room under her. Marinette had come racing and breathless to her minutes ago, begging for Kagami to hide her because she had stirred the bee’s nest and angered Chloe by insulting her golden dress. Lacking anywhere else for her to go, Kagami had lifted her skirts to let Marinette hide within her own creation. Champagne glass in hand, the fencer was left to stand in place, waiting and watching the others meander and mingle, trickling in and out of the dining hall to retrieve plates of canapes and fresh glasses of champagne. She was also grateful for her heels, which gave her an extra few inches. Her legs were spread to accommodate the young woman hiding under the layers of satin and cotton. 

Five more minutes, Kagami thought. We’ll wait five more minutes. Once we’re sure that Chloe has either calmed down or left the building, I can call a car and we can… somehow get to it without being spotted. Can I even walk with her between my legs like this?

She lifted her chin and tapped her foot three times to warn Marinette as Chloe came stomping towards her.

“Where is she?” Chloe demanded.

It took Kagami a moment to reign in the everything that wanted to gush out reflexively in response. Did I not once tell her to never touch me, never speak to me, never even look at me ever again? And now she’s somehow developed the audacious balls to come at me and demand that I oust my wife?!

Kagami rolled her tongue in her mouth to swallow back the building venom she wanted so very badly to spit. 

“She who?” Kagami asked in her fake-calmest voice she could muster. 

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The Star-Pilot's Kiss - (E, lukanette)

Luka leveled a hard look at Alya, his face serious. “Keep her safe.” He grabbed his guitar bag and started to walk away.

“Where are you going?!” Alya shouted since Marinette was lost for words.

The musician didn’t reply, giving them only a smile as he walked towards one of the beams of light sweeping over the streets. He didn’t look back again as Marinette screamed his name, as Alya grabbed her by her arms, as Alya dragged her into the café. She struggled to free herself of her friend’s grasp as they ducked under the window, sitting up enough to watch. A beam of light hit Luka and turned red suddenly. An invisible force grabbed him and slowly lifted him off the ground. 

Marinette shrugged off her friend and broke free, sprinting for the door.

“Girl, where the fuck do you think you’re going?!” Alya hissed.

The fashion designer stopped at the door to glare at her friend. “I’m not letting aliens abduct the first decent date I’ve had!” 

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The Sea Dragon's Pearl (E, marigami)

“If you pull me up, I’ll gut you before you lay a hand on me,” the woman snarled back.

“Sure, you might kill one of us. But all of us?” Skinner tutted. “Besides, it wouldn’t be very ladylike or honorable,” he sneered the words, “for a woman to dirty her hands with killing, now would it? High time you learn your place! And it’s either on land or in the galley!”

“So that’s what this is about… You scoundrels can’t handle a woman in command?!”

“Oh, not only that, princess,” he hummed. “How much do you think she would pay to have you back in one piece? You may be a bitch, but you’re worth as much as a queen! And even if your mother doesn’t pay us, we still have her ship! Her cargo! Regardless, we’ll be living like kings by the week’s end!” 

The other sailors cheered.

Skinner held his sword to the rope. “Make your choice! Live or die!”

Kagami drew her own little tanto. “Let the sea decide my fate!”

She slashed the rope above her head before he could have the satisfaction of doing it.

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pleurer en toi - (T, feluka)

Through closed eyes, he saw lightning.

Through the pounding of his heart and the screaming of his tears, he heard thunder.

But the patter on the roof next to him wasn’t rain.

It was boots.

Argos’s heart raced in panic, but he couldn’t move. Every limb of his body was heavy like lead, and isn’t this what I wanted? For someone to finish the job?

They wouldn’t.

They’re heroes.

I need a villain.

I need Monarch.

I need -

Whoever it was let out a soft grunt as they sat on the rooftop by Argos’s head. Hands grabbed him by his arms and moved him.

“C’mere, baby bird… Up you go…”  

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whew... only broke the editor once, that feels like an accomplishment. thank you for reading!