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celluceta · 9 days

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✭ Law, Bepo, Penguin, Shachi & Ikkaku finding out you like Vocaloid + headcanons ✭

Hi there! Here are some silly headcanons I've been thinking about the past few days. I've been listening and drawing Vocaloid a lot lately and this idea popped in my head, so I hope you like it!! A good friend of mine helped me with this💚

Please keep in mind that english isn't my first language so there might be grammar errors🫠

I had a lot to write about Law and Bepo...

Also I won't be talking about UTAU that much since I'm not very familiar with them,,, sorry.

🎐Please keep in mind these are MY headcanons! If yours are different, that's perfectly fine! Feel free to drop them in the comments if you want🎐

⭐Gender neutral reader⭐

Law

Ok so I headcanon there is a common room in the Polar Tang, with a couple of long sofas and where every member of the crew has their own little space somehow, like walls covered in posters and shelves filled with, books and even plushies of marine animals and their hobbies.

You were spending one morning there, listening to your favorite Vocaloid playlist in a den den mushi (you know, like the ones that appear in film red) when Law arrived, looking for a medicine book he didn’t have at his office.

Normally he would have just walked out the room, but as your den den mushi started playing Tokyo Teddy Bear, his eyes couldn't help but rush to look at you.

You noticed it and glanced at him as well. As your eyes met, he quickly looked back, grabbing the book and heading out the room.

"You like Vocaloid, captain?"

It took him a few seconds to answer before leaving you there. "Why would I do? It's a waste of time".

You were confused but didn't think much about it.

Until a couple of days later, when you walked past the door of his office and heard something familiar...

"Shinkai shoojo mada mada shizumu"

You couldn't believe it. You opened the door and looked at him with a smirk on your face, meeting with his shocked, flushed red face.

"IT'S NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE!" He shouted at you before you left the room giggling, hoping you wouldn't tell the rest of the crew.

He's not the biggest fan, but since Bepo is, he ended up liking a few songs. He would never admit it out loud though, he thinks it would ruin his image.

I can't stop thinking he listens to the most edgy Vocaloid songs... . ...

You know, Lost One's Wheeping, Ghost Rule, Aishite Aishite Aishite and more.

Definitely enjoys Kikuo more than any other vocaloid producer. Also Wowaka.

Nobody knows about this, but he knows the whole lyrics of The Disappearance of Hatsune Miku.

Bepo

Do I have to say it?

Seriously, do I have to say it?

This guy's OBSESSED. He's been listening to Vocaloid for years.

Maybe even before leaving Zou.

Everyone in the crew learned about Vocaloid thanks to him, so when he discovers you also enjoy it, he'll go so excited you'll get trouble understanding what he's saying. You'll see his eyes shining as he's speaking.

One day, on a karaoke session they decided to have not so long after you joined the crew, he started playing Ring no Shitensi.

"Oh, I know this one!"

And his sprakling eyes rapidly landed on you, his lips drawing a bright smile on his face.

He runs into you, not midning the music still playing as he holds your hands and starts talking to you so fast you can barely understand him.

You glanced nervously at Penguin and Shachi for a moment, and they just lifted their thumbs, telling you it was normal.

His favorite producers are definitely Mitchie M, Kinoshita and Livetune.

No matter how many redesigns Miku gets, he'll always prefer the first one.

He knows all the producers mentioned in Kagamine Let's Say the P Names. All of them.

He's one of those people who blast christmas music once it's October 1st, but instead of Mariah Carey it's just Snow Miku songs.

He has a space in his room dedicated exclusively to his lightstick collection, and he knows all existing choreographies from the concerts.

Obviously, in their karaoke sessions, he'll just sing Vocaloid (and Uta) songs.

He has dragged Penguin and Shachi with him, and the rest of the crew knows the lyrics of at least one song or two. Knowing about Vocaloid is inevitable when he's around.

When he discovers a new song Law might like, he eagerly shows him. Law always says he's not interested, but he ends up listening to it on repeat when he's alone.

And he's just as obsessed with UTAU as he is with Vocaloid.

Penguin & Shachi

I feel like instead of them reacting to you, you'd react to them.

Like, again, on a karaoke session, you'd see how they sing along with Bepo, and that just surprises you.

"I didn't know you guys liked Vocaloid!"

"You never asked" They said to you with a playful smirk.

They are glad you also enjoy the music, but don't mind as much as Bepo. Shachi would maybe express it better than Penguin.

Sometimes they join Bepo with the lightsticks, specially if he's playing classics as World is Mine or Luka Luka Night Fever. They ended up learning the movements from watching the bear.

Huge. Deco*27. Fans.

Also they enjoy a couple of Mitchie M and Neru songs, but leave the edgy ones to Law.

Would have a whole discussion over what Miku's voicebank is better on a daily basis.

"V4 pronunciation is way better, man"

"Yeah but it doesn't sound as robotic as V2. What's the point of Miku if she doesn't sound like a robot?"

Shachi's a Rin fan while Penguin prefers Len. Sometimes they tease each other like little kids over who's better, but at the end of the day they both enjoy the twins.

Not that much to say about these guys, just average fans.

Ikkaku

(so sad there aren't more GIFs where Ikkaku appears😭 but this one's fire anyways)

Short because she doesn't really care about Vocaloid that much.

She would be like "Oh that's cool" and continue what she was doing. She just doesn't care at all.

Definitely the most chilled listener among all of them.

V Flower and Gumi. That's it.

She doesn't listen to Vocaloid that often, just from time to time when she remembers they exist.

At first she was like "Wth are they doing..." whenever Bepo, Penguin and Shachi danced with the lightsticks, but now she's gotten used to it.

Has no problem listening to Bepo talk about Vocaloid for quite the long time.

But the bear made her hate Snow Miku songs. She wouldn't have if he didn't played them on repeat from October until the next one is released.

She actually enjoys some of the classics.

Specially Magnet.

You know why... 🧡🤍🩷

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mediocre-quill-ink · 1 year

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The mercs dating reader with noise sensitivity

I'm autistic with noise sensitivity. Most of my overstimulation comes from multiple people talking at once, yelling, fireworks, sirens, etc. I just wanted to write some of my favorite mercs reacting to reader who has noise sensitivity. Not all of these will be romantic because I don't feel that for some of them, but oh well. I'm writing this for myself anyway.

Content: negative stimming, more autistic medic. Scout is trying. Blood and gore warning for medics section. Sorry some parts are longer than others. Also I left out pyro and heavy, I'm sorry I just don't know how to write them.

Scout:

He's a loud guy. He's has little volume control. A very bousty fella. But that's until he met you. I'm not gonna lie to you and say he's quit being a routy guy, but he tries to. Oftentimes, he'll catch himself shouting or arguing with someone, but then he looks over to see you overwhelmed, squeezing your eyes shut, covering your ears, slimming, etc, and immediately tries to quiet down. He'll try to get close to you and ask if you're alright and apologize.

"Oh shit. Babes, are you alright? I got too loud again, didn't I? I'm sorry. Hold on." He'll give you a quick hug and kiss and then take the person he's arguing with to another room and try to "quietly" solve the situation. Aka cut out the yelling and skip to the fighting. You'll even hear him occasionally im the other room shouting, "I said, keep it down, chump!" He'll come back all bruised, and if you're still having trouble calming down, he'll take you somewhere more private and try to help you relax. Blankets, music, TV, etc. He's not great and volume control, but he's trying.

Medic:

He's one of the quieter mercs. Usually, writing or spending time in his lab fittling with whatever experiment he has. Aside from the occasional burst of God complexual claims or mad laughter or loud singing, he's pretty chill. But one thing that's incredibly grating, the sounds of his equipment. is easy to get overwhelmed by. So many drills and saws vurring. It's incredibly overwhelming and scary. You like to hang out in his lab alot, you two can talk while he works, and it's a great system. Especially, with how lonely he gets in the lab by himself. Your usually fine when he uses scopuples and other fairly silent tools, but when he pulls out the machine powered equipment, it's overwhelming. You can usually handle it through vigorous stimming.

One time, you two were talking, medic was busy with surgery, so he couldn't look at you too often. He pulled out the saw blade and began to wistfully cut through bone while continuing your conversion. You start stimming, trying to keep up with the conversation, but it's hard. Eventually, he turns his head to see your reaction to whatever he was talking about. And he sees you graiting your teeth, shaking your hands (or whatever you do) and asks, "Are you alright?" "Yeah I'm just a bit... overwhelmed." "Why?" "The saws. I don't like the sound." "Ohh. I see." He turns it off and abandons the body, walking up to you, covered in blood. "We certainly can't have that. Is there anything I can do to help?" "I'd like to drink some tea and watch (insert comfort show) if that's alright." "Of corse mein liebling." You'll both be half sitting, half laying down, and he'll do or get you whatever you need. "I'm sorry for asking so much, ludwig." You'd say after he's handed you your second cup of tea. "It's no problem, liebling. I get problems like that, too." You take the cup and he sits down next to you,"less so about volume and more about too much happening at once. Usually, when it's multiple people talking at once, reading and listening to any music with lyrics. Textures aren't any better, too." "Huh" you reply. "Thanks for telling me, I'll keep that mind."

Spy:

He's omw of the quietest of the mercs. Usually loud if he's trying to grab the attention of the rest of the team, but aside from that, he's quiet. It's his job, after all. Even in his stride, his breath, the sipping of his drinks are very soft. More normally than not, he's not the one inflicting the noise issues. Not to say it doesn't happen. Often, when he's scolding another merc. He'll lose his temper at Scout or soldier, and you happen to be walking into the room while it's happening.

"How many times do I have to tell you?? Grenades are NOT toys! You can't just toss them around as a prank!" His gaze quickly flashes over to you, trying to quickly cross through the room to get to where you need to, covering your ears. He face palms, dragging his fingers down his face and grumbles. Shit. He thinks. "Boys, I'll continue this conversation later. Don't be idiots." And quickly shoves past them. He doesn't rush to you. Quite the opposite. Slow strides. He tries to make it look like he casually bumped into you, but you both know that's false. Not that you mind. "Hello, y/n. Sorry about earlier." You shrig and give him a "it's alright." He knows you're fine now. The interaction wasn't very long, so you should be fine for the most part and are more than competent to deal with it yourself if there is still a problem. But he loves any excuse to pamper you. "That may be so, but I still owe you some form of apology." You chuckle, "Oh? And what may that be?" "Perhaps some... private time?" "Really? And in what way are you suggesting?" "Any way you'd like, ma colombe." He smiled back. God, he's to smoothe. Suddenly, an explosion is heard at the other end of the base, followed by scout and soldier laughing. You see, spy Rev up to scream, but he stops mid breath. Slowly letting out the air in his lungs as he pinches the bridge of his nose. "crétins" he whispers. He takes a moment to calm before speaking to you "let's go, shall we?" You both cuddle in his smoking lounge in front of the fire, sipping on your favorite drinks and peacefully talk about your days.

engineer:

he's one of the sweetest ones out there. Let me just tell you right now. whatever you are most comfortable with, he'll go all out keeping you alright. he always keeps his voice down around you, never raises his tone, he always senses when something is wrong immediately. one issue, though, is the sound of... engineering. normally able to handle smaller sounds like wrenches, but the fact is when he's welding or using other power tools, it gets overwhelming. he usually insists on you leaving before he starts up work, but once or twice, he forgot. lost in conversation with you while setting up shop absent mindedly. he didn't realize till he looked up and saw you fidgeting your fingers and clenching your jaw. he almost immediately turned off the tool and started apologizing. "I'm so sorry, pumpkin. how ya doin'?" You tell him you're fine. didn't last too long. it'll take a couple of minutes for your nerves to go down, but you're fine. Because he knows you can handle it on your own, he kisses you on the cheek and told you he'd be out as soon as he's done. if it was a bigger reaction or longer run time on the noise, he'd immediately pack up shop and ask if you want his assistance.

i feel like he's less pushy about taking care of you. of course he does but he also has a lot of faith in you taking care of yourself. i mean they all do its just. with dell its easier to see. he worries he's to much of a nag tbh but he cares about you deeply. if you ever want or need him for calming down he's immediately on it.

demo

he's a loud dude .probably one of the loudest in the group. but he manages to keep quiet around you mostly. it takes him quite a bit to getting used to volume control tbh. i imagine he's kinda similar to scout in this scenario. he's trying. he keeps forgetting but he's trying and he immediately apologizes every time. also similar to scout when he does remember and some ones being loud he's gonna beat their ass lmao. "oi, bloke! me partner don't do well with volume keep it down!" he declares while shouting. he remembers when other people are doing it but is completely unaware when he's loud. just have patience he'll get it eventually lmao

soldier

oh boy.

there's no denying he's the loudest of the group. he doesn't even know he's screaming most of the time, it's just become how he speaks, so when he starts dating someone who's practically allergic to loud noise, he sweats bullets in realization he immediately thinks "I'm gonna be a shit boyfriend." he takes a while to quiet down for sure. again, no grasp on volume control, but he feels so bad about it it.

he'll say the sweetest things to you while shouting and you're trying to listen and show appreciation but its volume it to grating. he sees how you respond he he just panics "IM SORRY CADET" and your forcing a smile and telling him its alright but he sees your still fidgiting and stimming and goes "IM STILL YELLING ARNT I?" you nod trying to keep calm. "IM SORRY" and then he panics and walks off. i feel like there was a moment after that he just tried to avoid you. he didnt like that feeling of being the cause of harm to the person he loved. it made you worry after a while. after days of him completly avoiding you you confront him. about why hes been acting so strange. he hands you a letter stating hes sorry. hes worried to talk to you cause he dosnt want to hurt you. There's gonna be a good bit in your relationship where he communicates to you strictly through pen and paper lmao

Sniper

You never have issues with him being loud. He always has his voice at a neutral tone, he's very patient and understanding when you get overstimulated. He's not the issue here. Bless him. It's the guns. Guns are kinda his whole thing. He knows not to use them around you, but there's been a few times you drove to the shooting range to drop off lunch cause he forgot to pack, and it was just incredibly jarring and overwhelming. When he eventually spotted you he came over as soon as he could and checked if you're alright.

"Thanks for coming over, love. Sorry about the noise, you alright?" You nod handing him the lunch. "I'm fine. Feeling a bit anxious and probably a little irritable but I'll recover enough soon." He fidgited with his hat before responding "d' ya want to hang out with me for a little bit? The scenery should help." "Yes, I'd like that."

#tf2 #tf2 fics #tf2 concepts #scout x reader #spy x reader #engineer x reader #medic x reader #sniper x reader #demo x reader #autistic reader #sensory issues #soldier x reader

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patchwork-crow-writes · 4 months

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On the topic of 'other secret bosses', have I told you my Rouxls Kaard theory yet? Specifically that I think halfway through the game, he's going to disappear and become a Secret Boss.

My reasons for thinking this firstly, because like the Joker Card, his real-world form is another item that always gets discarded: the Rules Card. His similarity to Gaster and Papyrus also help(since they're also both very affiliated with the idea of being 'Forgettable', and I suspect one of them may be the 'Strange Someone'. (Maybe both? I will NEVER give up on the Gaster is Papyrus theory.)) Anyways, those things, but there's also how Rouxls' theme has spoken words in it, and Jevil and Spamton have spoken words in their fights (Jevil's 'I can do anything', the lyrics to Big Shot), and there's ALSO something very important--

Rouxls is very important and no one really likes him. He's always running around, trying to find a boss to suck up to, but the Fun Gang treats him as 'eurgh, that guy again,' and neither King nor Queen really LIKES him. Much like Jevil, only one person(Lancer) really seems to appreciate him, but much like Spamton, he's not very good at all at what he does.

So I think that, in some future Dark World, Rouxls will meet someone he's not supposed to. And he's eagerly offer to be their lackey. And that will cause him to disappear. Stopping him from disappearing is out of your control. But what IS in your control is if you just give him up for lost, or go looking for him, even knowing that you can't ever undo the damage done by his having gone missing, even if he's radically changed by what happened, even if you don't think you'll be able to really bring him back...

Maybe Noelle felt similarly after losing Dess. No one seems to talk about them anymore. Life continues on perfectly fine without them. Even those who knew them and miss them still have a life to live. Maybe this was always going to happen. But still...

I've heard about the idea of Rouxls being a secret boss at some point, but this is a really cool take on that idea! I really like this for a couple of reasons - the first being that in a way this has already happened in-game! When we first enter the Cyber World, Rouxls slips out of our pocket in a blink-and-you'll-miss-it moment, and I'm willing to bet most people didn't even notice he was gone from our inventory until the next confrontation with him... myself included.

The other reason I really like this idea is because it would give Rouxls something else in common with other secret bosses - which is that we as players would have to really go out of our way to discover and fight him, and it's entirely likely that our efforts in that regard could cause many more problems than it might solve - see Kris's mental state after the whole Spamton ordeal. It's kind of like an extension of the philosophy behind the Sans fight in Undertale - we do it because of our morbid curiosity, because we want to see what happens, and because we can, we "have to"... no matter the cost in-game.

Quite aside from that, Rouxls fascinates me because it's entirely possible that his abilities could be literally game-breaking... if he only knew how to use them properly. As the Rules Card, he literally defines the terms of a game of cards - imagine what he could be capable of if he suddenly decided "you can't hurt me anymore" or "I win if I so much as graze you". I think that potential power may be largely curtailed by his need to be subordinate to a "higher power", because you cannot play a rules card in the same way you can play a face card... so maybe becoming subordinate to "something he wasn't supposed to meet" will allow him to use that power to its fullest extent.

To further hammer this point home, look at his appearances between Chapters 1 and 2. Under King, who is a incredibly myopic and cruel ruler whose subordinates either hate him or are completely indifferent to him... Rouxls' puzzles are equally rubbish. Then in Chapter 2, Queen does a slightly better job of "ruling" her domain, and actually commands loyalty from the Swatchlings, and suddenly Rouxls is able to construct a pretty elaborate house-capturing game in his fight. So there's a correlation between how powerful and competent a ruler is, and Rouxls' ability to craft puzzles and games.

So imagine what he might be capable of if he ever came into the employ of somebody with very intimate knowledge of Deltarune's game mechanics... somebody like that person who drove both Jevil and Spamton to insanity. And your theory here would be the perfect way that could happen. And then it's up to us whether we care enough - or are morbidly curious enough - to actually find him once he disappears. And what exactly such a search would entail, for Kris and the other main characters of Deltarune, the game's themes and motifs, and the nature of the nested worlds (e.g. Real(Light(Dark(Something else?))))

Thanks so much for sharing this with me! Rest assured it'll eat away at my grey matter for some time to come, which trust me, is the highest compliment I can give something here :D

#ask #answered #deltarune #theory #essay #Rouxls Kaard #secret bosses

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multi-fandom-simp · 1 year

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Ghost of you

Helaena Targaryen x Female!Reader (MAIN), Slight Aemond Targaryen x Female!Reader

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon or Fire & Blood characters. I do not claim any of them as my own. This work is purely fictional.

Synopsis: You and Helaena had been lovers in secret for years, peaceful and content lovers at that. What happens when the dance of dragons turns that peace into pain? Could you live with the burden of everything being torn from your grasp?

! TW !: Mention of character death. mention of blood, heavy drinking, brief mention of incest(between Helaena and Aemond, not the reader), mentions of murder, mention of suicide, self harm, hallucinations, bad mental health, angst ofc

(A/N: This a little blurb I had while listening to some music earlier, and I just had to write it down. It is based off of "Ghost of You" by 5SOS. It fit Helaena so well, I couldn't not write it. I've never done a writing centered around a song, so it was fun to experiment. As always, I love to hear your thoughts on the piece or even helpful criticism, so don't be shy, I always love to talk/listen! Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy!)

(P.S. Dialogue will be in italics like always, but the song lyrics are in bold italics!)

Word Count: 1,267

You couldn't quite pinpoint the moment in which you fell head over heels for your husband's sister, Helaena Targaryen. Also known as the dreamer or the idiot as Aegon would disdainfully call her. She had been a constant part of your life from the moment you were betrothed to her brother, Aemond, up until now. Originally greeting you as a friend and soon-to-be sister, then turning into the very reason your heartbeat. Neither Aemond nor Aegon cared, in fact, the two of them preferred it. Aemond loved his sister in the same way you did, and Aegon didn't care what the three of you did as long as he could visit his whores. The pair of them still did their duty of course, as did you and Aemond.

Alysara and Alarys were the names that Helaena had gifted the first and only two children you would have with Aemond. In return, you had gifted similar names to her first two babes. Jaehaera and Jaehaerys had undoubtedly been Aegon's, but Maelor came as a result of Helaena's first night with you and Aemond. Though Aemond wasn't a bad father, you and your lover were mainly the ones raising the brood of Targaryen children. Almost as if it were only the two of you who had produced the small little family. If only it could've stayed that way forever.

~Here I am waking up, still can't sleep on your side

There's your coffee cup, the lipstick stain fades with time~

The blinding sun is what rouses you from your slumber rather than Helaena's airy whispers. It crawls through the corners of your eyes, forcing them to open, forcing them to stare at the wine chalice still left on the balcony's edge. You focus on the rose-colored imprint staining the edge of the glass, it's the same imprint that she often left on your cheek.

~If I can dream long enough, you'd tell me I'd be just fine

I'll be just fine~

You can almost see her, if you close your eyes slowly enough that is. The glare from the sun outlines Helaena's body as she bound towards the bed. Her wild ashen hair glimmers like whisps of wind and the laughter bubbling from her lips sounds like a handful of diamonds.

"You'll miss the sunrise, Issa jorrāelagon" My love. The moment she says those two words her image flickers. Her feet were now firmly planted on the edge of the balcony rather than the floor of it.

"Forgive me, Issa jorrāelagon" and just like that, the dream is over and Helaena is gone.

~So I drown it out like I always do

Dancing through our house with the ghost of you~

Squeezing your eyes shut does nothing to erase the memory, but wine does. The scarlet poison is what drags you from bed on this morning, and every other morning as well. The wildfire that it sparks in your throat keeps the memories behind a wall of fire.

~And I chase it down, with a shot of truth

Dancing through our house with the ghost of you~

Between every swig and every gulp, there is a breath. A sharp, hiccupping breath that reminds you that you're still alive. You're alive and Helaena is not. The breath is drowned out with another swig and then another gulp. You repeat the cycle until you're no longer dancing alone in the sunlight.

"I'm here, Issa jorrāelagon" The smell of citrus and grass announces her presence. It drowns you better than wine does. Burning not only your throat but your heart too.

~Cleaning up today, found that old Zeppelin shirt

You wore when you ran away, and no one could feel your hurt~

You reached out to touch her, hold her, anything to know that she was real. The cotton of her dress no more than grazed your fingers before it was pooling with blood. It ran down your fingers like spilled wine.

"You're not here, not really" Another swig, another gulp, this time to choke down the sobs. Before you know it, the walls began to sway. You reach out for the bedpost only to meet the cold ground instead. The stone floor is unforgiving against your head.

~We're too young, too dumb, to know things like love~

Innocent giggles and the telltale sound of lips bounce off the walls, " I'd like to do that again."

"I can't deny a princess now can I?" You had sounded so young, so naïve, nothing like how you were now. The only thing remaining true throughout your growth was the unwavering loyalty to Helaena. Even in death your heart only answered to her.

"You'll be a princess once you marry Aemond-"

"-I'd much rather marry you." Perhaps things would've been different if you were allowed to love Helaena openly. You could've asked for her hand, married her, saved her from birthing Aegon's children. Saved her from losing them because they were Aegon's children.

~But I know better now, better now~

"It should've never been you" Your sobs were the only truthful thing at the moment. Your husband had been the one to kill Lucerys Velaryon, so why was it Helaena who lost her son and not you? She had loved both of your children as her own, but their loss would've never driven her to madness as Jaehaerys's death had.

A son for a son, and yet they had taken much more than that. It started with a son and then ended with a lover. They had even taken your husband from you. It didn't even matter if you truly loved him or not. The fact that he was gone and with Helaena in whatever afterlife there was felt like torture to you. Aemond should've been here to keep you from drowning, but he wasn't.

~So I drown it out like I always do

Dancing through our house with the ghost of you~

"Hurry, you'll miss the sunrise!" You pushed yourself up on trembling arms and tried to stand. You got a few inches from the ground before your knee crashed back down.

" I'm coming, birdy, I promise" The pads of your fingers broke open as you stumbled your way along the rough ground. Every push and pull more agonizing than the last, but it all vanished once you looked up. Helaena's feet padded softly as she twirled past you and over to the balcony where her cup still lay. She brought the chalice to her rose-colored lips, peering over the rim as she did so. Your heart stuttered as her eyes met yours.

"Wait for me," you wanted to scream. Instead, you pushed harder, even grabbing the walls for leverage. Push after pull, scrape after scuffle, you eventually reach your love, your Helaena.

~And I chase it down, with a shot of truth

Your hands reached for her once more, " You're here-"

That my feet don't dance like they did with you~

"-muña?" You stumbled forward against the balcony's railing, Helaena disappearing with the wind. You turned your head to find your oldest boy, Alarys, with Jaehaera by his side. Her little eyes were wide with fear as she observed you crumpled against the same balcony that she had watched her mother jump from. Jaehaera's eyes were like a douse of cold water as realization dawned on you. Looking down, your feet left trails of scarlet, your dress was torn in places, and most importantly, you were alone. You had not been dancing, you had been crawling. Helaena was never here.

You were doing nothing more than dancing with the ghost of her.

#hotd #hotd fanfic #house of the dragon #helaena targaryen x reader #helaena x reader #helaena targaryen #hotd helaena #helaena imagine #helaena targaryen angst #hotd angst #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond x reader #angst #house of the dragon angst

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bonesandthebees · 2 months

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Internship is certainly going. I want to say going okay… I could be doing better but I kinda got unlucky with my internship spot and workload. This would be much easier to explain if I could just say what kinda of internship it is, but that kinda feels like too much details both for my current degree and the job I’ll be doing after. (Internet safety and all that). Anyway, what I can say is that anyone in the field irl pulls a face when they hear about my internship. The workload feels impossible, but somehow I’m doing it and I’m about half way through so *aggressively knocks on wood* it should be fine.

I do have a different internship in like a month or so and some other projects but those feel like child’s play compared to the current hell incarnate. So moral of the story: sometimes you just get to have a few mental breakdowns, pick yourself back up and go again the next day (again and again and again and again). It’s like that quote: [“It gets a little bit easier every day, but you have to keep doing it.”] or what’s the other one? [the only way out is through]. And then take plenty of breaks and do fun things even if it feels like you don’t have the time because that’s the only thing that’ll keep you going. The world is always more manageable after a good meal or a power nam or a 15 minute music break.

I’ve been blasting a lot of music based on moods, getting back into Dutch music because girl, I need to learn how to spell properly and every internship I have a song that gets me through. This one it’s ‘secret for the mad’ by Dodie. I’ve had to loop it over and over to get the motivation to try at times, to really let the words sink in, but it helps. So find a song to get you through when you need it.

Lastly, I’ve been meaning to say something about Him, but I just haven’t had the time and energy to write something coherent (aka I’m not using my 30 minutes of evening downtime that are just for me for this negative energy). Best thing is can say is that this is a good opportunity to get into new creators. Just have fun with it (hermitcraft season 10 has been getting be through this). Listen to new music. Try new things to fill the void. I’ve pruned all my playlists and social media follows and such and it felt like a fresh start. (Oh and learned your red flags people. People who don’t respect your boundaries (no matter how small) can be(come) very dangerous.)

My only issue now is that I can play since I saw Vienna and La Jolla on guitar (the picking patterns always smooth me), but now I’m not sure if I can keep doing that. I haven’t tried playing them. I feel like I should look at the lyrics first then decide. But I haven’t found any picking songs with the same soothing vibe, so I’ve been playing a bunch of my classical pieces and I really like playing the ‘romantic’ ones and for some reason the polkas and the blues? So again filling the void.

Anyway, thanks for all the well wishes. I’ve been missing you guys. This has been chaotic life updates with Spruce. I really need to start being productive now. So, bye!

-🌲

yeah of course don't say any details that would reveal too much info about you, but man that sounds stressful :( at least you'll switch to something else in a month?? I'm so sorry you're stuck in hell rn I hope you get through it alright!! make sure to take it easy when you can!! you're so right the world is so much easier to deal with after a power nap or a snack

oooo I haven't heard secret for the mad in a long time but I used to listen to dodie from time to time. I used to think of such angsty scenarios with my ships while listening to 'sick of losing soulmates'

also it's so real to have a song to help you get through shit like that. I'd say rn for me one of those songs is all american bitch by olivia rodrigo because I just have a lot of fun screaming it in the car. tested waters by loupe is a calmer one I've been listening to on repeat lately

you're right this is a great opportunity to get into new creators. I was already drifting to watching qsmp creators more often besides just phil and tubbo, but now I've been trying to tune into bagi and tina's streams if I have the time

definitely look at the lyrics first, but I feel like out of most of the ycgma songs since I saw vienna and la jolla are two of the 'safest' options you could pick for something like that. at least compared to your sister was right and losing face...

la jolla and since i saw vienna are both such pretty songs though. there's nothing wrong with playing those on your own guitar I'd say? it's not giving any money to him. but of course it's up to your own personal comfort.

good luck spruce!!! ty for checking in we all miss you over here!! <33

#ask #spruce anon

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ineffably-poetic · 10 months

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hi everyone i have a very important announcement to make

GOOD OMENS RAPUNZEL AU

once again i’m gonna need you to hear me out on this one.

so Zira is an angel who is scared to go against the rules, but part of him wants to be free. Who else is like that? Rapunzel.

Crowley is a demon who actively breaks the rules and goes against everyone else, and convinces Aziraphale to do that as well. Who else is like that? Flynn Rider.

Gabriel is an angel who always puts Zira down, tells him Crowley is the enemy, and that he’s naive, too soft. Who else does this? Mother Gothel.

Now does everyone remember Mother Knows Best (Reprise)?

Okay listen:

[RAPUNZEL, spoken] I think he likes me

[MOTHER GOTHEL] Likes you? Please, Rapunzel, that's demented This is why you never should have left Dear, this whole romance that you've invented Just proves you're too naive to be here Why would he like you? Come on now, really? Look at you, you think that he's impressed?

So Aziraphale is in love with Crowley, right? And obviously Gabriel thinks Aziraphale shouldn’t be on Earth. SAME AS IN THE LYRICS.

[RAPUNZEL] No!

[MOTHER GOTHEL, spoken] No? Oh, I see how it is.

Rapunzel knows best Rapunzel's so mature now Such a clever grown-up miss Rapunzel knows best Fine, if you're so sure now Go ahead, then give him this

This is why he's here! Don't let him deceive you! Give it to him, watch, you'll see!

Trust me, my dear That's how fast he'll leave you I won't say I told you so - no Rapunzel knows best! So if he's such a dreamboat Go and put him to the test

Aziraphale finally tries to defy Heaven’s wishes near the end, but is once again shut down when Uriel and Sandalphon come down to Earth. Then he does so again by not participating in the war. And then finally he helps Adam save the world.

Also, what is Crowley trying to get from Aziraphale in Episode 3? HOLY WATER. So instead of Flynn trying to get the crown, it’s Crowley trying to get the holy water.

If he's lying Don't come crying Mother knows best...

Also, this could be a stretch, but “Mother” could be argued as God. Maybe Gabriel is trying to convince Aziraphale to follow along with him because it’s “what the Almighty wants”.

anyway, yeah. that’s why there should be a Good Omens Rapunzel AU.

(and don’t even get me started on how Rapunzel and Flynn reflect Zira and Crowley’s sunshine personified and grumpy guy who’s actually a nice person dynamic)

#good omens #ineffable husbands #crowley #aziraphale #good omens 2 #rapunzel #tangled #flynn rider #AU idea #can someone write this that would be amazing

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villainessxassassin · 2 years

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This is a very self indulgent ask, but could I ask for Vil and Azul with a fem theater kid S/o that just constantly pushes themself? Like she's out here constantly pushing her voice to the limit trying to extend her range and pushing herself to exhaustion trying to get better roles? Also adore your blog ♡♡♡

Seperate! Azul Ashengrotto, Vil Schoenheit x f! reader

You heard azul sing one string of la la la's one day and suddenly you're practically begging him to help you practice your voice range (flushed by your praises about how his voice sounded beautiful to your ears)

Being on stage isn't always about body movements but also the voice of emotion you carry out to your audience, so Azul was happy to be of help (even going out of his way to make time for you so he can hear your angelic voice)

It was all going fine until you started pushing yourself past your limit, ignoring meals so you have more time to practice your vocals to sleeping late at night to memorize lyrics

An abrupt pause came to Azul when he started to hear your voice crack, he was quick to grab a glass of water and rest you down on a nearby chair

When you started to explain your lack of care for your health he comforted you in a hug telling you there was no need for you to go through all those lengths

He knows how hard you've been working, so he proposed to reward you with cuddles and kisses because right now his little songbird needed her rest

Vil is thrilled to know his s/o has experience in the arts of acting and being on stage

He understands what it's like to push yourself to your limit in order to get that winning role you want, but even he knows when it's time to stop and rest your voice

He adores your determination and fully supports your practices when you ask him to help you rehearse for an audition of that one female role you always wanted

Once he started to notice the signs of fatigue slowly creeping up on you and how your movements started getting more sluggish, he will immediately halt in his actions and quickly lead you to a nearby couch and request for you to rest

He'll slowly massage your tense shoulders while whispering sweet praises in your ear

He'll reassure you that even if you don't end up getting the role you wanted, he knows full well you'll do great in any other role given to you

You're his s/o after all, his perfect partner on stage and behind the curtains <3

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Apologies for our sudden hiatus! we'll make sure to update as frequently as we can the next time we make a post^^

google had an interesting way of describing what a theatre kid is so i hope i didn't make any mistakes -kishira

after much talking with each other me and Kishira decided we’ll update either by Thursday/Friday/Saturday- Guinevere

#twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland x yuu #twisted wonderland headcanons #twisted wonderland x mc #twst x reader #twst headcanons #vil schoenheit x reader #vil x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader

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septembersghost · 1 year

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chronic illness flare has turned me into a soaking wet paper doll of a person, but i have tag games to catch up on and that's a fun distraction 😊💕

tagged by jenn my sweetie @castiel

show your lock screen, last celeb photo, and last song listened to

oh this is probably going to be embarrassing. okay so my most frequently used device unfortunately doesn't have a customizable lock screen. i am very lucky to have a secondary device i use quite often these days which was a gift from a friend who didn't need it anymore, and that one had a really pretty floral/lyric from the archer for ages, but now... (if i hadn't saved this picture of taylor and benji, the lock screen and photo would've been a neat display of matched insanity, could've hit a trifecta with the song too but fob swooped in at the last second.) anyway...

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tagged by (polk! salad!) dani @valkaryah: share my top 5 songs I've been listening to.

according to my current replay playlist, and without repeating artists, otherwise this would be very skewed, it's 1. any day now - elvis presley, 2. heartbreak feels so good - fall out boy, 3. all of the girls you loved before - taylor swift, 4. look at us now (honeycomb) - daisy jones and the six, 5. all my ghosts - lizzy mcalpine (the way lizzy has not left my rotation for a year!)

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tagged by darlings @thebohemianbelle and @waxandwanewitchery: when you get this, you have to put 5 songs you actually listen to

similar to the above, but different!!! if i snagged this from that weekly replay playlist, it would essentially be all of the same artists because my listening habits have been in a cycle of comfort lately, but i'll choose five that i do listen to a lot that are also in the list and weren't represented. 1. golden - harry styles, 2. say you love me - fleetwood mac, 3. just one of those things - frank sinatra, 4. supercut - lorde, 5. easy to love - ella fitzgerald

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tagged by @bloodmoonlits 😘 my top 4 current albums (the taste on yours, i love seeing recognition for holly!) mine are going to be so predictable here please send help. (i am making an executive decision to exclude taylor from this, but red tv and lover are actually battling it out for a top spot at the moment 💖)

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tagged by @headfullofpresley and @castiel: talk about 8 shows as a way to get to know me better. this is unexpectedly hard because rarely are the shows i most dearly love ones that i would openly recommend to another human being haha 😳 so let that be a disclaimer here as i wrack my brain. in no particular order:

(1). better call saul: i will never be as deranged about anything on television as i was about this show, scheming times were had, tragedies were felt, cinnamon rolls were eaten. kisses sealed at city hall, flowers blooming in the desert. my unpopular qualms with the last few episodes/ending aside, it was such a gorgeously layered, meticulously crafted show, i loved those characters so much, it was SUCH a cinematic treat visually, and nearly every step was finely tuned and written in such a thought-provoking way. every step was perfectly acted. i could still talk about it forever. kim wexler queen of my heart, you will always be famous. you don't save me. i save me. (shout-out to the magnificent, and inarguably definitive, predecessor breaking bad.)

(2). penny dreadful: this show is a glorious horror, a mess of victoriana, a fanfiction potpourri of some of the most famous characters of literature, no sane person should invest themselves in it. unfortunately, i, not sane, love it to the bone (except for the terrible ending, you'll catch a pattern here), predominantly because vanessa ives means everything to me. the flame to which all moths gather. defiant martyr of my heart. no one will ever be like her!!! she is my fierce compassionate sickgirl heroine, fighting against the shadows of her world, her soul forever unbowed and true. even when she fears that lost, she holds close her dignity, her ability to love, her perseverance. the poetry with which the show, particularly the first two seasons, was written is unmatched. it's gothic horror in a frame that no one else on television has ever attempted, and it felt made for me when i first watched it in january of 2020. for though it is macabre and gruesome and dark and steeped in grief, it's also about beauty and devotion and resilience and connection. "i see no wildflowers here."/"then you need to look closer." and the everlasting heartbeat, no matter what john logan did to her, my vanessa. something yet remains. i remain.

(3). bates motel: fun fact, i only started bates last february, i've watched S1-4 more than once, and yet still have not finished S5. i keep trying but i don't want to do it! it's a rare one where i already know the ending is fitting, i just keep pushing it off. it's a very difficult show, it deals with heavy themes, there's triggering and horrific stuff in the pilot alone that would immediately stop me from telling people to watch (or at least give me pause), yet at the same time i think it unexpectedly becomes one of the most brilliantly done pieces of television i've ever seen. they have this audacious idea - what if we made a prequel of one of the most iconic movies of all-time? - and somehow not only pull it off, but end up making that story richer and more meaningful. we KNOW we're plummeting towards inevitable tragedy and still wish it could be diverted. we are fascinated and repulsed and aching for the bonds these people share, the desperation as they try to survive. every character is flawed in ways that the story tries to claw humanity out of, and it does something distinct in never shaming or vilifying any of the protagonists for the wretched things they do, never talking down to the audience saying we should be judging them or wishing ill on them, but rather examining WHY they are this way, why they act and react as they do, how they have been bent into these strange shapes. it exhumes your empathy and refuses to let you turn away from the difficulties of their world. the house looms forever like a breathing entity in the background. we will always end up in the basement, but how it comes to happen is the more important tale. and it has the incomparable powerhouse of norma bates, wonderful, awful, extraordinary, complicated, half queen, half little girl. she was like a miracle. as with vanessa, i will never forget her. (another pattern you'll see here: WOMEN.)

(4). remington steele: this was the very first "grown up" show i was ever allowed to watch with my mom, in syndication when i was a kid, and i just love it so much. it's such a delight. 80s glamour! mysteries and hi-jinks! THEE ultimate will-they/won't they romance, and she doesn't even know his real name! try this for a deep dark secret - the great detective remington steele? he doesn't exist. i invented him. follow - i always loved excitement, so i studied, and apprenticed, and put my name on an office, but absolutely nobody knocked down my door... i can recite the whole first season intro monologue, burned into my brain from age twelve. we just finished a rewatch a few weeks ago and i miss them already. laura holt is intelligent, beautiful, romantic, indefatigable, the closest thing the small screen has had to a classic noir inspired brassy leading lady, and was FORMATIVE for me.

(5). crazy-ex girlfriend: they put a musical on television for me. immediate hit right there. many of the numbers are parodies/homage, cheeky and clever but still heartfelt. then it became one of the funniest, most poignant, most empathetic, most memorable explorations of infatuation, self-worth, and most significantly mental health that i have ever seen. there have been a couple of other musical concept shows (smash, notably), but none that achieved what cxg did. it's an extraordinary work and sometimes i can't believe it was allowed to exist, and got to flourish the way it did. rebecca bunch could so easily be called unlikable - selfish, impulsive, obsessive - and yet she is so lovable and so real through all of her flaws, how can you not root for her, laugh with her, sing with her, cry with her? how can you not want her to get better? you find, eventually, it was never even about the guys, though they're fun to explore in all their neuroses too. they're almost...irrelevant. "a diagnosis" will never not make me weep. the show is just so important. this is about the story of a woman who learns how to recover, how to build true friendships (#gurlgroup4eva), and how to embrace herself.

(6). that girl: another one my mom brought me up on, and there are other shows i could mention here (i love lucy, the dick van dyke show, the addams family) as far as prototypes of modern comedy go (there is a direct line from that girl to the mary tyler moore show to friends and new girl), but that girl is particularly dear to me because it was influential to my mom, and because ann marie is a character all her own. she's quirky, she's determined, she's got the greatest 60s fashion, she's constantly getting herself into situations, she's one of the very first sitcom heroines to be a "single girl in the city" and to directly confront sexism (in multiple ways, but especially in the workplace and in the entertainment industry), she is loved and adored by her boyfriend (one of the best and most patient of all fictional boyfriends), but she is not defined by don, they complement each other. marlo thomas, the icon that you are.

(7). pretty little liars: listen. i know. I KNOW. it's silly, it's ridiculous, it has a host of issues, but i was hooked. and the thing is, though the mysteries fizzled and the reveals didn't make sense, what mattered were those girls. female friendship was the heart of everything in that story, they stood by each other and supported each other through every danger, toil, and snare, and even when they messed up, they forgave each other and came back together as a team every time. -A hardly matters, but the liars are everything. young volcanoes. aria, hanna, emily, and spencer all mean so much to me for very different reasons, and spencer especially. my genius, tenacious, too-caring girl. down these mean streets a girl must go who is not herself mean.

(8). supernatural: sigh. would be remiss not to mention it, right? have, in fact, written what amount to personal essays and fanciful poetics on this blog explaining at length what it once meant to me, have delved into the folklore urban legend americana of it all, and while i have gained a certain distance from it since the palpable breakdown i had from its ending that we do not acknowledge, those entries would hold true. it was so formative that things which are on this list would not be here without it, and i know that. it's so inextricable that i can't tell what is a thread connected to it in my life and what isn't at times. premiered on my birthday and presented me one of the greatest loves of my life, who i will always carry with me. i would not quite be me without dean. i would not be here right now without dean, in more ways than one. and i do my best to be brave.

(honorable mentions to shows tam and jenn had on their lists: the x-files, tvd/the originals, the marvelous mrs. maisel; other honorable mentions: btvs/a:ts, bones, dexter, fleabag S2, gilmore girls, the good place, jane the virgin, nancy drew/hardy boys mysteries, orphan black, the haunting of bly manor, select episodes of doctor who, i am quite certain i'm forgetting a bunch!)

for this last one i am tagging @nerdfaerie, @arthurwilde, @desireearmfeldt, @someoneoffthestreet, @freakwiththeknifecollection, @bcyoureallthatmakessense, @setyourfireonme, @dewintering, @joons, @thebohemianbelle, @beckybloomwood, @takeawaythepain, and @wickedhawtwexler, but also any of you who wants to do this, or any of the rest of these, please do, and then tag me!!! i love to see them! i apologize profusely for the pervasive brainrot. 💟

#tag games #jess.mess #about me #managed to fix the formatting after tumblr tried to eat it thank goodness 😌#i snagged the 13 of your from my recent activity but obviously as always this is open to everyone ilu

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rickie-the-storyteller · 8 months

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Steph's Crew - Part 23: After the Afterparty

Intro:

Hey!!

So, this is still after prom. Things start to settle down... only to get even crazier lol. (Jk. Or am I...)

We're focusing more on Alice and especially Dylan this time. Gotta wrap up his family drama somehow, right? And what better way to do that than to give his family even MORE drama lol (you'll understand once you get into it).

And we're also getting a return from Ben! Woohoo! (I feel like we haven't seen him in a while. I've missed him a lot hahaha)

Enjoy!

Wrapping things up

(The crew are now back at Bret's place, since Dylan and Alice left some of their stuff in his aunt Rachel's car. They are all hanging outside, in the back garden)

Alice: I think now's a good time for some tunes, guys. Just to bring this night to a close. What do you say, Bret?

Bret: Sure. (gets out his guitar) Any requests? Should we do something fast or slow?

Elise: Ooh! I have an idea. (whispers her suggestion to Bret)

Bret: (smiles) That's a nice one. Super deep lyrics.

Elise: I know! And the harmonies are fun in it, too.

Stephanie: I seriously hope you don't expect us to sing along, El.

Elise: Wh- why not?

Alice: Are you kidding? I'm not singing!

Dylan: Neither.

Elise: Come on!

Bret: Can I start now, or…?

Elise: Oh, yeah. Go ahead.

(Bret starts playing "Heal Over" by KT Tunstall. He sings, and Elise harmonises with him. They glance at each other and smile)

Dylan: Yo, Steph?

Stephanie: Yep?

Dylan: Dance with me? (extends his hand towards her)

Stephanie: Aw, Dylan. (takes his hand) Thanks. I'd love to.

(The two stand up and start slow dancing to the music)

Dylan: So, you having fun?

Stephanie: (smiles) I am, you know.

Dylan: (smiles back) Yeah?

Stephanie: Yeah! I am. It's crazy how a night that started out so terrible can end up so… so-

Dylan: What?

Stephanie: Perfect. I mean, look around. I am so freaking lucky… I'm literally surrounded by love right now. Not everyone in the world has friends as amazing as the ones I've got.

Dylan: (Chuckles) True.

Stephanie: This is going to sound really sad, but I genuinely can't remember the last time I felt this happy. (pauses) And it's all thanks to you.

Dylan: Aw, Steph… that does sound really sad, oh my God. You ok, mate?

Stephanie: (shrugs) I don't know. I mean, I'm fine right now, obviously, but generally I just… (pauses, wells up with tears) I don't know.

Dylan: Want to talk about it?

Stephanie: (thinks for a moment, then shakes her head) No. No, no… Now's not a good time.

Dylan: (concerned) Are you sure? I don't mind.

Stephanie: Yeah! I'm sure. It'll just dampen the fun and lively atmosphere, you know? We don't want that.

Dylan: I guess. But if you ever do need to talk, feel free to call me any time. You don't need to keep this to yourself. Ok?

Stephanie: Ok.

Dylan: I'm always going to be here for you, Steph. If you need anything, I want you to know you can trust me. I care about you. We all do. We help each other out. That's what family does, you know? Or, chosen family, in this case… The point is, you can rely on us. Don't be afraid to let us in. All I want is what's best for you.

Stephanie: I know, Dylan. (leans in and rests her head on his shoulder) I love you.

Dylan: I love you, too. (kisses her forehead)

(Alice looks around her and realises that she's kind of the odd one out. Her prom date is dancing with another girl, and she can't even join in the singing, because she doesn't know the song very well. So she texts her sister Mary instead, asking her how she's doing. Mary responds almost straight away, saying: "I'm doing great!! Prom was so much fun. But I'm suuuuuuper tired lol. Heading to bed soon. When will you be home??")

Alice: Guys, it's getting pretty late. I think I'll make my way home now.

Dylan: Wait, now?

Alice: Yeah. I'm exhausted.

Dylan: Ok, then. (stops dancing with Stephanie) I should go with you. So you don't walk alone.

Alice: No, it's ok. You're clearly busy. I can get home by myself. (leaves)

Dylan: Ally, wait! (follows after her)

Bret: (abruptly stops playing the song) Couldn't this have waited until after the song was finished?!

(There's a bit of an awkward silence. Stephanie sits next to Elise and Bret)

Stephanie: You guys should do "Gangster's Paradise" next.

The journey home

Dylan: (following after Alice) Ally!

Alice: Thanks for the offer, but it really isn't necessary.

Dylan: Come on, Ally! Stop!

Alice: No!

Dylan: HEY! (catches up to her and steps in front of her, getting her to stop) What's going on? Why are you being like this right now?

Alice: I don't know, alright?! I just… (sighs) I just want to go home. Move, please.

Dylan: I'm going with you.

Alice: Dylan…

Dylan: No, it's ok. I'm going to the same place, aren't I?

Alice: You shouldn't cut your fun short just because of me.

Dylan: Walking home with you isn't cutting my fun short.

(Alice smiles at this. The two set off together. Eventually, the two are sitting next to each other on the bus. It starts raining outside)

Alice: (leans her back against Dylan and closes her eyes) I'm beat.

Dylan: (nudges her with his arm) Stay awake. We're almost there.

Alice: I'm so tired I'll probably forget to take my makeup off before bed.

Dylan: Wait… you're not supposed to do that?

Alice: No! It's like, horrible for your skin. Apparently. I don't know. I never wear makeup.

Dylan: Hmm. (suddenly his phone rings. He picks it up and finds that it's his dad. He ignores it)

Alice: Um… you're not going to get that?

Dylan: It's my dad.

Alice: Oh. Ok.

(Dylan then gets a message from his mum, which he also ignores. But then she leaves a voicemail, which he decides to listen to. He gasps when he hears what she has to say)

Dylan: Oh my God.

Alice: Dylan? Are you ok?

Dylan: Oh my God….

Alice: What's wrong?

Dylan: (welling up with tears) Sam. My brother.

Alice: (concerned) Yeah?

Dylan: He's missing.

Slowly making progress

(Dylan and his parents have teamed up to search for Sam. They were now out looking around the city, searching all the spots he's most likely to go. Alice is keeping connected with Dylan via phone calls and texts so that she can be informed on how the search is going)

Alice: Hey, Dylan. Any progress?

Dylan: (on the phone) Not really. But hey, you shouldn't stay up too late. Go to bed, yeah? I'll fill you in in the morning.

Alice: No. It's ok. Fill me in now.

Dylan: You must be dead tired.

Alice: I am with you, bro. Every… (yawns) every step of the way.

Dylan: (chuckles) Alright. We've just been to the library, the post office, the park… even that area in the town square with the water fountain. He often likes to go there and just stare at it when we pass it.

Alice: Me too. That place is gorgeous.

Dylan: (laughs some more) Yeah. No sign of him yet, though. (sighs) I'm really worried.

Alice: You'll find him eventually.

Dylan: I know… I just… I kind of feel responsible, you know? Like I've failed him somehow.

Alice: But you weren't even there, Dylan. It isn't on you.

Dylan: That's the exact problem. I haven't been there for him. That's my whole job as his big brother, isn't it? I'm supposed to look out for him, but I haven't been. I've just been thinking about myself.

Alice: Dylan-

Dylan: (voice breaking) That's all I've ever been doing… that's why I left home and moved in with you. That's why I've just been constantly fighting with mum and dad. I never think about anyone else, or how they might be feeling. I've just been focusing on me.

(Dylan is silent for a while)

Alice: Dylan… are you ok?

Dylan: (sniffles) Yeah. Yeah. I'm fine. Look, I should get back to the search. Robyn's gotten my message and she says she'll let me know if he turns up at her place, so-

Alice: Robyn?

Dylan: Yeah. Sam used to love her when we were together.

Alice: You still talk to Robyn?

Dylan: Well, yeah. Sometimes. I just thought she might be helpful here, you know?

Alice: Uh, right. Yeah! That-that does make sense, right.

Dylan: You good?

Alice: (awkwardly) Absolutely! You go find your brother, Dylan. We'll catch up later.

Dylan: O-ok. Talk to you later, then.

Alice: (forced cheerfulness) Bye! (abruptly hangs up and sighs)

Mary: (in bed) What's wrong?

Alice: Nothing.

Mary: Don't lie.

Alice: It's stupid.

Mary: Spill.

Alice: Dylan. He still talks to his ex.

Mary: And that bothers you?

Alice: I… guess it does.

Mary: Hm.

Alice: What?

Mary: Nothing. It's just… that crap literally means nothing. I mean, look at me. I still talk to my ex. Hell, I even went to prom with him.

Alice: That's different, though.

Mary: How?

Alice: It just is!

Mary: …Ok. (pauses) Do you like Dylan, Ally?

Alice: What?!

Mary: Yes or no?

Alice: Shut up. I'm actually over this whole conversation. (slumps in her own bed)

Mary: I'll take that as a yes.

Alice: (groans) Stop!

Mary: I think he likes you too, by the way.

Alice: You do?

Mary: Yeah, I do. So does mom.

Alice: Elise told me that she thinks so, too. But I didn't take her seriously.

Mary: Why not? She's like, the only person in your friend group that has actual brain cells.

(Alice bursts out laughing at Mary's comment)

Lost and found

(After another hour of searching, Dylan and his dad split up at a corner. Dylan goes down an underpass and spots his brother sitting at the far end, waiting for the rain to stop. Dylan switches on his phone torch to get a better look)

Dylan: Sam?

(Sam turns around to face him, but doesn't move from his spot)

Dylan: Hey, bro.

Sam: What are you doing here?

Dylan: Could ask you the same thing. (calls his dad) Hey, dad. I've found him.

Dad: (on the phone) Really? Great, where are you two? I'll try and get to you guys.

Dylan: He's in the underpass. Remember where we were, at the roundabout with all the shops and offices on the right side of the street? Just take a left, go downwards, take the steps… you'll know where we are once you get there, there's tons of graffiti on the walls-

Dad: Alright. We're on the way. Stay put, yeah?

Dylan: Yeah, ok. Bye.

Dad: Bye, son. (ends the call)

Dylan: (to Sam) So, we should talk, shouldn't we?

Sam: Sure. How was prom?

Dylan: It was great. But you know that's not what I meant.

Sam: What did you mean, then?

Dylan: What is going on with you, Sam? Why did you run away? Why are you hiding here?

Sam: I don't know. Didn't think anybody would make this much of a fuss…

Dylan: Oh, come on!

Sam: What?! I mean, it's ok when you and mum leave, but not me? Talk about double standards…

Dylan: What?

Sam: We learnt about double standards in PSHCE. You'd know that if you tried harder to stay in touch.

Dylan: I have tried to stay in touch, Sam. You know that.

Sam: I meant with all of us, Dylan! Not just me. You just want to wreck everything with mum and dad, don't you?! You don't want to forgive them. You can't even be bothered to make up or move on… you just want to stay all angry and lonely forever!

Dylan: I am NOT lonely, Sam. Believe me.

Sam: Oh my God, Dylan. There's no point in being at home, is there?! Home just isn't home anymore!

Dylan: (taken aback) What do you mean?

Sam: Home isn't home. Our family doesn't feel like family. Everyone's just a million miles away! Mum's chosen this new random guy over us, you've chosen to stay angry with dad and live with the Johnsons… even dad's not being like himself anymore. Physically, he's here. He's the only one that stayed, and yet… well, he may as well have chosen to leave me too!

Dylan: Sam…

Sam: (welling up with tears) I'm just tired. Tired of everything… tired of living in a house that doesn't feel like home. I want our family to go back to when we all used to love each other.

(Sam starts crying. Dylan sits down beside him and wraps his arms around him)

Dylan: We do love each other.

Sam: Why doesn't it feel that way anymore, then?

Dylan: I don't know, Sam. But we can make it better.

Sam: Really?

Dylan: Really. I promise, bro. We're going to do all we can to make things right.

(At this point, their mum and dad come down the underpass and find the two boys huddled together on the other end. They call over to their kids and the family meet up in the middle, where they all hug)

The next day

(Stephanie and Ben are in the middle of a Skype call)

Stephanie: (laughing) Man, Dani's such a weirdo!

Ben: Yes, she is. We all love her for it, though.

Stephanie: Wow. Sounds like you're having a really good time there, Ben.

Ben: I am! This is a really great place to work, I'm loving everything about it.

Stephanie: (smiles) I'm glad.

Ben: So, how are things with you? How was prom? Pretty sure that was meant to have happened by now.

Stephanie: Yeah, it was yesterday.

Ben: How was it? Did you have fun with the others?

Stephanie: I did! I mean, I didn't go.

Ben: Really? How come?

Stephanie: I dunno. I was sad that I couldn't go with you. And anyway, I had other important things to do that night. But they came by afterwards and we hung out for a bit.

Ben: What did you have to do that was so important, Steph?

Stephanie: I… had to meet up with some people. Talk a few things over with them.

Ben: Who?

Stephanie: Just… people, Ben.

Ben: Babe?

Stephanie: What?

Ben: (firmly) Who?

Stephanie: (sighs) Look, I would tell you, but you'll be mad. I basically went against all your advice.

Ben: What advice?

Stephanie: Remember my nightmares about Mel?

Ben: Yeah.

Stephanie: We talked on the phone about it for a while, you gave me advice on how to deal?

Ben: Yeah, yeah.

Stephanie: You said that I should just move on with my life. That there's nothing I can do to change the past and that the only thing I can actively do now is try and be a better person and let go of the regrets of the past, or whatever… I can't remember what you actually said, but it was somewhere along those lines.

Ben: Right.

Stephanie: And I couldn't do that. I tried… but nothing worked.

Ben: What do you mean?

Stephanie: I mean, it isn't enough to just tell someone to "get over it." Believe it or not, Ben, "getting over it" is a lot easier said than done.

Ben: I know… that's not what I said, though.

Stephanie: It's what you meant, though. Isn't it?

Ben: Well, what DID you do?

Stephanie: I took active steps to achieve proper closure to my Mel issues.

(Brief pause)

Ben: Which means?

Stephanie: I went back to my old foster parents and had a deep talk with them about her.

Ben: (taken aback) You did?!

Stephanie: There, see? I knew you'd be mad.

Ben: No, no. I'm not mad, babe. I'm just… shocked. I didn't think you wanted anything to do with them anymore.

Stephanie: Well, I didn't. Don't. You're right about that. And now, they don't want anything to do with me, either. I completely ruined things with them, and now there's no going back.

Ben: Wow…

Stephanie: I know.

Ben: I can't believe this…

Stephanie: I can.

Ben: How fucking heartless can people be… how are you doing now, Steph? Are you ok?

Stephanie: I'm fine, don't worry. I just… I could use a holiday, you know? Just some time away from this place. The longer and further, the better. (sighs) Too bad summer isn't for a while yet. And I have exams and shit.

Ben: I can't believe you had to deal with all this on your own.

Stephanie: I wasn't alone, Ben. I had Dylan and Ally and Bret and El. Man, I'm so glad me and El made up…

Ben: You and Elise have been fighting?

Stephanie: Yeah. Well, not really "fighting" per say. We just had a period of not speaking due to an… (pauses, tries to think of how to phrase it) incident involving her boyfriend. Yeah.

Ben: Elise has a boyfriend?

Stephanie: Yeah, Ben. Bret. Remember?

Ben: OH! Yeah, right. I don't know why I keep forgetting that…

Stephanie: Is it 'cause they've been friends for so long that you only register them as friends in your head?

Ben: (chuckles) That's probably it, yeah.

Stephanie: Mmm. Yeah, they're in love now. They're super cute… they went to prom together and everything.

Ben: That's nice. I wonder who's going to fall in love next in the group…

Stephanie: I know Dylan has a thing for Ally, so who knows?

Ben: Really? Huh. I don't really see it.

Stephanie: Seriously?

Ben: Only because I know what Alice is like. I don't think she'd go for someone like Dylan, as great as he is.

Stephanie: Interesting… but you know, sometimes people can surprise you. Bret told me a while back that El's nothing like any girl he's ever been with, and look at them.

Ben: True. I guess only time will tell.

Stephanie: Yeah. (pauses) Well, I guess you're completely updated on what's going on at this end. I'm glad to see you're doing well yourself.

Ben: (smiles) Yeah, I am. I miss you a lot, though.

Stephanie: I miss you, too. But soon I'll be completely done with school, and then we can make plans to see each other again over the summer.

Ben: Already way ahead of you with that.

Stephanie: Oh?

Ben: It was meant to be a surprise, but since it came up…

Stephanie: (smiles) You've taken time off to come visit?

Ben: Yep. Could you do me a favour and try to act surprised when I show up, though? Just for me?

Stephanie: (nods) I'll try my best!

Ben: Thanks, babe.

Stephanie: I love you so much, Ben.

Ben: I love you, too.

There we go! Cute Bephanie scene to balance out all the Dylan family angst lol.

Dylan begins to realise just how badly his actions have affected the family when Sam starts getting stressed out. It is at this point where things start to go back on track, thank goodness (which means he's going to start thinking of moving back home real soon).

Alice also starts realising that she may be starting to develop feelings for Dylan herself (after seeing him dance with someone else and also finding out that he is still in touch with Robyn). Will they or won't they? Stay tuned to find out haha.

We're getting really, really close to the end of this series... but there are still a few good moments and surprising twists here and there that you won't want to miss!

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Me And Mr. Wolf

Pairing: Geraskier

Characters: Jaskier/Dandelion, Geralt of Rivia

Rating: explicit

Category: m/m

Additional tags: plot what plot/porn without plot, porn with a little bit of plot, sexual tension, resolved sexual tension, roleplay, light dom/sub, doggy style, horny Jaskier/Dandelion, horny Geralt of Rivia, dirty talk, spanking, biting, possessive behavior, rough sex, breeding kink, wolf instincts, (not literally but you'll see), anal fingering, jaskier basically writes smut fanfiction and then gets to experience it, coming untouched

Word count: 3,861

Chapters: 1/1

Summary: Geralt looked at him differently, with an emotion in his amber eyes that Jaskier couldn’t quite decipher, but it looked like hunger. And Jaskier tried to signal to him that it was okay to act upon his desires (if they existed at all, of course), but all his attempts were futile. The tension, the lingering glances and touches remained, and Jaskier felt like tearing his own hair out every day.

(...)

All his frustrations oozed onto the piece of paper before him. That was the only way to truly let it all out, by making up an unabashedly horny song using his typical metaphors. It wasn’t as if anyone would ever hear it; this wasn’t the kind of song Jaskier would have ever played in front of a crowd. That was just for him, only he would know who the big bad wolf and the needy bunny of the lyrics were.

Well, Geralt would probably know, too, what with him living his life with the “white wolf” title plastered to him, and the fact he once fondly said that if Jaskier would be an animal, he would definitely be an over-energetic rabbit.

Lucky that Geralt would never find that song.

Author's notes: What the hell is this, I hear you ask. I don't know either. I had a nasty idea and I jumped onto it. Please, check the tags before reading!!!! Comments are super appreciated, but hate commenters will get their kneecaps stolen! (I'll also be very sad and I'll let you know and make you feel embarrassed, so just don't, please)

I don't know how dicks work so you just have to accept whatever I wrote here lol

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It was a silly song, really.

Sillier than most of Jaskier’s little jaunty songs about horny daughters of fishmongers, or that ridiculous sea shanty about a drunken selkie man.

Jaskier was usually a fine poet; he appreciated the beauty in the world around him and he made sure to translate those into his songs via decorative metaphors. He poured his joy, his heartbreak and his anger into his creations, touching the hearts of many who listened to them and who needed an outlet for their own feelings.

But, he had other emotions besides the most obvious ones that a songwriter usually penned down, very pent-up and frustrating ones that made him grab the bottle of ink one day and write a ridiculous story, which then grew into a very confusing lyrics of a song.

Jaskier and Geralt has been dancing around each other for months, and it was slowly driving Jaskier crazy. Now, he didn’t even know if the witcher liked men, but his behavior was certainly very strange. His touches lingered on longer as he rested his big hand on the small of Jaskier’s back when he escorted him out of a crowded tavern, or when he gently patted him down to check for injuries after Jaskier once again foolishly got caught up in the middle of a hunt. When he walked past Jaskier, his body always brushed into his, even when there was plenty of place.

Sure, these all could have just been the signs of Geralt finally growing more comfortable around the bard and letting himself open up to the possibility of a friendship, but Jaskier enjoyed making up conspiracy theories, especially if it involved his own feelings for his companion. He’s been aching for Geralt since the day he’s laid his eyes on him in the tavern at Posada, and it has only gotten worse the more time they’ve spent together. Jaskier’s heart- and other parts of his body – wanted and needed Geralt so badly, of course he couldn’t help but hope when Geralt’s behavior towards him changed.

There was only one catch, namely, that even though it seemed like Geralt had become more physically affectionate, he still refused to verbalize his needs, or act on them in a more explicit way. Which left Jaskier endlessly second-guessing what this all meant, drinking up these small moments and always craving more. He couldn’t help but notice this strange tension between them whenever they were close to each other. Something heavy has been hanging in the air around them for a while now, fizzling like cracks of lightning, waiting to blow out into a storm. Geralt looked at him differently, with an emotion in his amber eyes that Jaskier couldn’t quite decipher, but it looked like hunger. And Jaskier tried to signal to him that it was okay to act upon his desires (if they existed at all, of course), but all his attempts were futile. The tension, the lingering glances and touches remained, and Jaskier felt like tearing his own hair out every day.

Not even furiously jerking off each night thinking of Geralt’s hands on his body helped. Jaskier’s body was pulled tight like the strings on his lute, ready to snap.

Lucky that Geralt would never find that song.

Once he was done, Jaskier shoved the paper deep into his bag. He barely even skimmed the lyrics to check if it was coherent at all. His cheeks felt warm, and there was a growing tightness in his pants by the time he was finished. Fuck it all, he thought. He may never be fucked by Geralt, but he could always write down his lustful fantasies using flower language.

“I brought an apple for Roach, but I can’t find it for the life of me!” Jaskier groaned as he patted down his clothes, checking every pocket for the ripe fruit. “She’s gonna hate me now.”

“She doesn’t know you were gonna bring her anything,” Geralt replied calmly from the tree trunk he was sitting on, cleaning his sword. “She can’t read minds.”

“Still, it’s so embarrassing,” Jaskier huffed, “I’m trying to impress a lady here, and I’m failing!”

“Isn’t that just the usual story of your life?”

“That was a low blow,” Jaskier murmured under his nose. He rummaged through his bag, but there was still no sight of the apple. “Ah, shit. I think it might be in my other bag.”

Geralt sighed, then reached down for the embroidered bag by his feet. “This one?”

“My hero,” Jaskier cooed, fluttering his eyelashes at him. “I know I can always count on you, my dear.”

Was that a blush on Geralt’s cheeks, or was this a cruel game Jaskier’s eyes played on him?

“You would lose your own head if it wasn’t attached to your neck,” Geralt grumbled as he opened Jaskier’s bag, reaching inside to shorten the process a little bit. He knew that if he’d let Jaskier continue his frantic search, the apple would never see the light of day.

By that time, Jaskier had completely forgotten about the song he wrote a couple days prior, about him and Geralt fucking, disguised as animals. He didn’t even recognize the piece of paper in Geralt’s hand.

It took several moments of heavy silence and seeing Geralt’s eyes widening as he read whatever was written on the paper for Jaskier to realize that it was his horny-frustration song Geralt was reading.

He practically flew over to Geralt to try and snatch it out of his hands, but Geralt was faster, rising from the trunk and holding the paper out of Jaskier’s reach. Jaskier desperately jumped up for it, panic swirling in his chest.

“You wrote a new song,” Geralt stated. His voice was calm as usual, but there was also something else to it. Jaskier didn’t know what it was, but it made chills run down his spine.

“It’s shitty, just a silly little thing,” Jaskier said, forcing out a laugh. He could feel his face flaming, and he was pretty sure Geralt could see it. “I was gonna throw it away. Did you find the apple?”

“The lyrics is interesting,” Geralt said, his eyes drifting back to the paper. He licked his lips, slowly. Jaskier watched his tongue, his own mouth running dry.

“Why would the bunny want to be fucked by a wolf, and not another bunny? Why does he want the wolf so bad?”

“Since when are you so interested in my, I quote, ‘empty nonsense sang by my fillingless pie of a voice’? It’s just a song, Geralt,” Jaskier scoffed. He made another attempt at reaching for the paper, but he was stopped by Geralt’s hand around his wrist. He had a strong grip, not enough to hurt him, but enough to make him halt. Jaskier swallowed thickly, trying to ignore the way his whole body heated up by Geralt’s touch.

Geralt’s eyes darkened as he looked at him. He stepped closer. Jaskier wasn’t all that shorter than him, but right now, it felt like Geralt was towering over him. It made Jaskier feel small and weak, in a way that was equal amounts intimidating and thrilling.

“The bunny seems very frustrated,” Geralt continued. Jaskier felt his breath on his face. He had to bite down on his lower lip to stifle a whimper.

“Poor thing is constantly humping the ground. Why doesn’t he just tell the wolf he wants to be fucked?”

Something about the way he asked that question, and how his pupils dilated, made Jaskier realize they weren’t really talking about the song anymore. Geralt may have been oblivious, but not this much. He clearly understood the metaphors, and now he was giving Jaskier the chance to explain himself. He needed to take this risk: he would either majorly embarrass himself by misinterpreting this whole situation, or he could finally get what he wanted and put an end to this weird tension between them.

“He keeps telling him,” Jaskier said, his voice wavering slightly. “Maybe not outright saying it, but he keeps giving signs. The wolf is just dense.”

Geralt chuckled. “Is that so?”

“He keeps looking at the bunny hungrily, but doesn’t do anything about it,” Jaskier bit his lip, daring to move a little closer himself, until their noses nearly brushed. Geralt didn’t move away. “It’s driving the bunny crazy.”

“Maybe he just wants to eat the bunny. A wolf is a predator, after all.”

“He would have already done that, then. He’d had plenty of opportunities, but he’d never hurt the bunny. He keeps letting the bunny follow him everywhere he goes, and sometimes it almost seems like he likes him. Am I wrong about that?”

Geralt hummed. There was a small smile playing on his lips, barely there, but it still gave Jaskier hope.

“I think you may be right,” Geralt replied. He gently run his thumb across the vein in Jaskier’s wrist, making him shiver. “But maybe the wolf isn’t dense, he’s just never met such an eager bunny before.”

“Are you saying that the big bad wolf is afraid of the tiny bunny?” Jaskier grinned cheekily, unable to help himself. The unexpected slap on his ass made the air in his lungs hitch, and his cock stir in his pants.

“Maybe the bunny should be more careful around the wolf,” Geralt growled. Impossibly, his voice went even deeper. It made Jaskier tremble with need. He didn’t even try to hide the quiet moan that fell from his lips, this time.

“The wolf could destroy him.”

“He wants to be destroyed,” Jaskier breathed. Daringly, he took Geralt’s hand and placed it back on his bum, sighing in bliss when Geralt squeezed it. “He’s been dreaming about it for long months, haven’t you read the lyrics?”

“He wants to be impaled on the wolf’s cock,” Geralt read the line, a teasing edge to his voice. “He wants the wolf to re-arrange his guts.”

“Okay, probably not my finest lines,” Jaskier cringed, “but sue me… I mean, the bunny. He’ll die if he doesn’t get to feel the wolf’s huge dick inside him.”

With a deep, guttural growl, Geralt dropped the paper, then surged forward and smashed his lips against Jaskier’s. His fingers dug into his buttocks through the material of his trousers possessively as he licked into Jaskier’s mouth, his tongue slipping past his lips, coaxing his mouth open. Jaskier obeyed him willingly, moaning as Geralt’s teeth dug into his lower lip.

His own hands flew up, desperately tugging at Geralt’s hair. He pressed his body closer to him, grinding himself against Geralt’s pelvis. He gasped in delight when he felt the hardness in Geralt’s trousers pressing back against him.

This was really happening, that part of his brain that was still able to make coherent thoughts, reminded him. Finally, finally, Geralt understood the message. Jaskier wished it didn’t happen through his embarrassing mess of a song, but he gladly took what he could get.

Jaskier whimpered when Geralt pulled away, desperately chasing his lips. Geralt smirked, giving Jaskier another curt spank that had him arching into his touch.

“How does a male bunny go into heat, by the way?” Geralt laughed. Jaskier groaned, quickly shutting Geralt up with another kiss. He nipped at Geralt’s lower lip, enjoying the way Geralt’s hips shot forward in response.

“Is he still in heat?” Geralt pressed further. He moved to Jaskier’s neck, licking at where his pulse thrummed quickly. He took the pale skin between his teeth, making Jaskier let out a high-pitched whine as he marked him, sucking a deep blue bruise into his neck.

“Yeah,” Jaskier moaned, his aroused body deciding to stop feeling embarrassed about his ridiculous lines. He needed Geralt so badly, he felt like might actually truly die. His body felt like it was going to explode any second, and Geralt’s lips on his neck didn’t help. He swore under his breath as Geralt’s hot breath ghosted over the blooming bruises on his sensitive skin. He was being marked, being owned by Geralt – the sheer possessiveness of it all nearly sent him over the edge right there. He tilted his head back, exposing more of his throat. He was the perfect prey, and Geralt was the perfect predator.

The exact opposites of each other, and yet, that was exactly what made them work.

“The wolf needs to take care of it,” Jaskier panted as he rocked against Geralt’s body. “They ended up fucking in the song, Geralt…”

“Don’t worry,” Geralt drawled into his ear, his large hands travelling over Jaskier’s body, squeezing and pinching and caressing everywhere he could reach, “the wolf wants the bunny just as bad. He’s gonna fuck that little bunny within an inch of his life.”

That in itself nearly made Jaskier come into his pants. He cursed under his breath as he whipped around and fell to the ground onto his hands and knees, not caring the slightest about how ridiculous he must have looked like. His sheer need clouded every single rational thought inside his brain; there was no more shame, no more second-guessing. They wanted the same thing, and it was finally time to tangle up in each other after months of excruciating tension.

“That’s a very needy bunny,” Geralt chuckled behind him. Jaskier lifted his butt higher, wiggling it with a whimper.

“And that’s a very slow wolf,” he shot back, “I thought he said he wanted to fuck the bunny, so what is he waiting for!?”

Geralt slapped his ass again with a growl. Then again, and again, until Jaskier was a panting mess, desperately humping the ground like the bunny in the song. His ass stung with every slap, making Jaskier crave more of the delicious pain. He arched his back needily when Geralt yanked down his pants along with his underwear.

He heard the pop of a bottle opening, and immediately there was a cool, wet finger circling his entrance. He moaned at the realization that Geralt was carrying a certain oil with him, probably hoping to do this for a while now.

“The wolf needs to hurry up,” Jaskier hissed, “if he keeps playing, the bunny will hop onto a different wolf’s dick.”

Jaskier felt quite triumphant as Geralt growled again. He pressed his finger inside not too gently, the stretch burning just enough to make shivers run down Jaskier’s spine. He shut his eyes tight, rocking back against the finger inside him. The callouses on Geralt’s finger felt rough against his sensitive insides, making him keen. He spread his legs further apart, welcoming the second, then the third finger inside. Geralt scissored them, stretching him wide open. He rubbed that sensitive spot inside Jaskier, making him see stars.

“Please,” Jaskier moaned, canting his hips backwards, fucking himself on Geralt’s hand. “The wolf knows the bunny is in heat, he can’t keep making him wait…”

Just like that, Geralt removed his fingers. Jaskier mourned the loss of them for a couple seconds, until he heard the sound of Geralt unbuckling his belt behind him.

There was something so incredibly raw and animalistic in fucking like this, out in the open, with only their pants undone, too impatient to do much foreplay. The whole thing made Jaskier’s blood buzz inside his veins pleasantly; that was what he wrote about in the song, after all. The wolf fucking the living soul out of the bunny, taking him fast and rough, the way they both needed it.

Jaskier gasped as he felt the pressure of Geralt’s cock against his rim. He’s expected Geralt to be big – he hoped he was, even- but the reality of it made him tense up momentarily. He whimpered at the burning ache, clawing at the ground.

“Are we sure the bunny can handle it?” Geralt breathed against his neck, raising goosebumps all over Jaskier’s skin. “He might be too delicate to take the wolf.”

“He’s not,” Jaskier moaned. He took a deep breath and relaxed his muscles as much as he could. Slowly, the head of Geralt’s dick pushed inside. Jaskier’s eyes rolled back into his head as it stretched him, slowly but mercilessly pushing inside him. “Ah, fuck. He can take it, he needs it!”

Geralt caressed his bare hip gently as he buried himself to the hilt. He moved his hips gently at first, letting Jaskier get used to the stretch. Jaskier arched his back impatiently as the ache subsided, giving place to pleasure.

“Come on, now,” he groaned, wiggling on Geralt’s dick and making him swear, “the wolf is a wild animal, isn’t it? He should act like one!”

His voice died on a gasp as Geralt shoved his hips forward. Jaskier felt so full, stretched and owned in every way, and he fucking loved it. He gripped onto handfuls of grass, mouth falling open on loud moans as Geralt started pistoling into him, not holding back anymore.

“Is that what the bunny wants?” Geralt rasped, his fingers digging into Jaskier’s hips, hard enough to leave finger-shaped bruises there. His hips shot forward at a maddening speed, knocking the breath out of Jaskier’s lungs. “To be taken apart by the wolf?”

“Yes!” Jaskier screamed. He was surely going out of his mind. This was even better than what he imagined, better than the nasty little fantasy he wrote down: the reality of Geralt’s girth inside him, the delicious pain of being filled to the brim by him, the sound of his deep moans and their skin slapping against one another was beyond everything Jaskier has ever imagined. It was all so nasty, so absurd in a way that thrilled him to no end.

Geralt let go of his hips to drape himself across Jaskier’s back, his body covering his and pushing him further into the grass. He braced himself with his hands on the ground by Jaskier’s head, his hips thrusting in and out of him without any support – it really felt like they were a pair of wild animals coupling. Geralt growled, and Jaskier whined, their sounds creating a confusing, sinful orchestra.

Geralt tilted his hips and drove the head of his cock straight into Jaskier’s prostrate. Jaskier cried out, pushing his own hips back to meet Geralt halfway. There was a tiny string of drool dripping down his chin as he was getting fucked out of his mind, jaw hanging slack and eyes half-lidded in bliss.

“The wolf is going to come all over the bunny’s pretty bum,” Geralt whispered into his ear. He grinded himself into Jaskier’s sweet spot, making them both moan in unison. “Gonna show everyone who the bunny belongs to.”

That sounded wonderful, the idea of Geralt’s cum joining the decoration of bruises on his hips, but Jaskier had different ideas.

“No,” he whimpered, twisting his head to look back at Geralt. His witcher’s eyes were dark, his hair escaped his ponytail, messily framing his face. The strong, wild white wolf, so dangerously beautiful. And he was Jaskier’s.

“The bunny wants to be bred,” Jaskier moaned, face burning with his words that stumbled out of his mouth carelessly, his brain to mouth filter even flimsier now that he was mad with lust, all his darkest fantasies coming to life as he was coming apart, speared on his wolf’s cock.

“He wants to be bursting with the wolf’s seed.”

The sound that ripped out of Geralt’s chest would have been terrifying in any other situation. Right now, it made the heat coiling inside Jaskier’s belly flare up even more.

“The wolf’s gonna breed him full,” Geralt rumbled, driving himself impossibly deeper inside Jaskier, “gonna pump a litter into the bunny.”

By the gods and all the higher entities out there, this shouldn’t have been the sentence that made Jaskier blow his load with an embarrassingly loud, half-sobbing half-screaming moan- but then again, everything they’ve done today was so wrong in all the best ways, Jaskier shouldn’t have been surprised, really. His vision blurred for a couple moments as he spilled onto the ground beneath him, his body trembling and twitching with the force of his orgasm.

His hole tightened around Geralt, making Geralt practically howl as he desperately chased his own completion. He sunk his teeth into the back of Jaskier’s neck, biting down hard on the skin until Jaskier screamed, his spent cock twitching one more time as the wonderful pain exploded in his nerve endings.

Geralt kept his teeth around his neck as he fucked him, growling and hissing as he reached the edge. His hips stilled inside Jaskier, and he let out a shaky breath as he came deep inside him. Jaskier closed his eyes, his lips curling into a tired, but very pleased smile as Geralt emptied his load into him.

They stayed like this for a while, Geralt still inside him, panting against Jaskier’s back. He gently kissed over the bitemark on Jaskier’s neck, soothing the pain with his tongue. Jaskier sighed happily, a very pleasant exhaustion settling into his bones.

“And you say my songs don’t have power,” Jaskier chuckled tiredly, “how long do you think we would have kept this stupid façade up otherwise?”

Geralt hummed softly, kissing Jaskier on the cheek gently. Nowhere was the animalistic horniness now, seeping out of them as they both came down from their high.

“Your metaphors are incredibly on the nose,” Geralt murmured, “at least you could have made some effort and not make the wolf white, or the bunny brown with blue eyes.”

“Leave my horny song alone!” Jaskier whined. “That was my only outlet!”

“Not anymore,” Geralt grinned, gently cupping Jaskier’s jaw and making him turn his head to kiss him on the lips, sweetly, languidly, until Jaskier practically melted against his mouth.

“Not anymore,” Jaskier repeated with a dreamy sigh. He pecked Geralt on the lips one more time, before he patted his bicep with a smile. “Now, as much as I like how this all turned out, I think the big bad wolf should pull out of the little bunny now. We still haven’t found that apple for Roach.”

“Hmm. I thought the bunny would like to go for another round. He could show the wolf how well he can hop. On the wolf’s dick, maybe.”

Jaskier huffed out a laugh, but he didn’t have the heart to argue. Instead, he gently pushed Geralt off and flipped them around with a triumphant grin.

#geraskier #the witcher fanfiction #the witcher fic #jaskier #geralt of rivia #geralt x jaskier #geraskier fanfiction #geraskier fic #my fic #had to make a normal post for this one lol

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Battle of the Fear Bands B1R3: The Spiral

Borderline:

"It's about drugs it's about being lost it's about existentialism it's also very trippy"

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The Crows Trial:

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Lyrics below the cut!

Borderline:

Gone a little far Gone a little far this time with something How was I to know How was I to know this high came rushing

We're on the borderline Dangerously fine and unforgiving Possibly a sign I'm gonna have the strangest night on Sunday

Here I go Quite a show for a loner in LA I wonder how I managed to end up in this place Where I couldn't get away

We're on the borderline Caught between the tides of pain and rapture

Then I saw the time Watched it speedin' by like a train Like a train

Will I be known and loved? Is there one that I trust? Starting to sober up Has it been long enough?

Will I be known and loved? Any Closer, Close enough I'm a loser, loosen up Setting free, must be tough

Will I be known and loved? Is there one that I trust? Starting to sober up Has it been long enough?

Will I be so in love? Any Closer, Close enough Shout out to what is done R.I.P. here comes the sun

Here comes the sun Gone a little far Gone a little far this time with something Rudi said it's fine They used to do this all the time in college

And we're on the borderline Caught between the tides of pain and rapture Then I saw the time Watched it speedin' by like a train

Will I be known and loved? Is there one that I trust? Starting to sober up Has it been long enough?

Will I be known and loved? Any Closer, Close enough I'm a loser, loosen up Setting free, must be tough

Will I be known and loved? Is there one that I trust? Starting to sober up Has it been long enough?

Will I be so in love? Any Closer, Close enough Shout out to what is done R.I.P. here comes the sun

Here comes the sun

A Crow's Trial:

Guests line up to leave their moldy bedrooms In a dimly lit, moonlit motel The turtles are dancing with raccoons A zombie joins but gets a firm "no thank you"

The mannequin's calling for a taxi With a fee of twenty-thousand yen A familiar voice cries out to me A feathered creature I have never seen

The crow offers me a smoke He says, "It'll take you for a joyride" No, sir, I think I'd rather choke Oh, I'll be fine "You're in a web of lies"

On a busy street you'll see the city folk Run at the mercy of the singing crows The raven ponders if he enjoys the gore While he takes the frontal lobe and eats some more Little miss, don't sit, come join the fun! We've only got twelve hours 'til the party's done Paramnesia rules this world So fake a smile Take a shot, some scotch And wait until your trial

Crows line up to greet the local mushrooms Sticking fliers on their spotted head The turtles are eating the raccoons A zombie sits alone and cries "I hate you"

The mannequin's calling for a taxi For a crow who knows we have a deal A familiar voice cries out to me A feathered creature, and he's come to see me

The crow offers me a smoke He says, "It'll help you kill the third eye" My, my, you think this is a joke? "I swear, it's fine!" He's in a web of lies

The clocks take shots as the dolls relax under the morning sky They wonder if time would still proceed if they were to die The devil's work life, suffice to say, is comedy at best He wonders if there will come a time when he can leave the nest

In a burning town around inferno's court The crows are laughing with a glass of port The woman ponders if she enjoys the gore Still, she takes the devil's heart and eats some more

"Little miss, this isn't the deal we had!" Oh, did I mess it up? I guess it's just too bad Paramnesia rules this world So fake a smile Take a shot, some scotch I'll see you at your trial

#the magnus archives #tma #poll #the spiral #tame impala #vane lily #Youtube

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Warning: Talks of depression, su!c!de, and SA

This is going to be long, but if you care enough to read the whole thing, then thank you. Not looking for an argument. Just giving my perspective and my thoughts on Taylor Swift. If you don't want it, then don't read.

Taylor has been under fire a lot recently for many different things and I don't think that's fair. I saw a video talking about her plane usage and there was a comment defending her. Someone had replied to that comment saying things along the line of "Taylor is never gonna give you anything, you're not going to get invited to her house so I don't know why you're defending her."

You're right. She is not going to see our comments on a random YouTube video. We'll never be bff's with her. The majority of us will never even get to meet her. That doesn't matter to us, at least, to me it doesn't.

I was three years old when her debut album came out. I remember jamming to Picture to Burn (OG lyrics) and Our Song. I even remember that Teardrops on My Guitar had a version that said "You" instead of Drew and the song also used to say the word "Damn". It wouldn't be until high school that I became a Swifite, but I always liked her songs.

I remember 7th grade when I was su!c!da1 and depressed. My favorite artist at the time was Sabrina Carpenter and I found her cover of Safe & Sound. I had never heard this song before but I was in love with it. This led me to the original recording by Taylor and Safe & Sound has been my favorite Taylor Swift song to this day. I cried when she announced the Taylor's Version of the song because of how much that song helped me. Watching Sabrina Carpenter grow up covering multiple Taylor Swift songs and end up opening for her at the Eras Tour was magical and shows that dreams can come true. Sabrina Carpenter's song Exhale was also a song I used to cope and calm myself during panic attacks.

I remember watching the video of the one year anniversary of Taylor winning her SA case and playing Clean at the Reputation tour. I had something happen to me in my childhood that I struggled to even think of without crying. SA is a horrible thing that shouldn't happen to anyone, and it can be anyone. From a nobody like me to the person who was labeled the Music Industry. It helped me to know and understand that I wasn't alone in my fears or feelings.

Forever Winter came out a year after a very hard year for me. Beginning of the school year, a close and long time friend made an attempt on their life and I didn't see them for a month. It wasn't until they came back that I knew what had happened. (Check on your love ones, even the ones that seem fine) then the next semester, another friend went through the same. Except they didn't get to try because someone found out and was able to call the police and get them help. It was so terrifying and I sobbed when that song came out because it meant so much to me. I had nightmares over my friends being away. This song helped me when I was in a similar position and I didn't want someone to feel the way I felt. I don't want someone to hear Forever Winter and think about me. I have a connection with Soon You'll Get Better. My mom was in and out of the hospital for strokes and doctors couldn't figure out what was triggering them. For most of my childhood, my mom was pretty much the only parent I had. She's not a Taylor Swift fan, but I picked her first to come with me to Eras because all of the concerts I went to I went with her and she's very important to me. I literally can't imagine my life without her and I wouldn't be the person I am now if she hadn't been my mom.

I had another battle with depression and ended up hurting myself a lot. After hiding it for months, I ended 2023 with the line, "Long story short, it was a bad time. Long story short, I survived". And I hope that those last two words continues to be true. Her songs also become my goals, both small and big. I have the day marked on my calendar when I'll be "10 months sober" from my last incident and she was right when she said "When I was drowning, that's when I could finally breathe". In my last incident I was crying uncontrollably on my kitchen floor, but was able to get someone to come help me before I escalated the situation. I needed that breakdown to finally get the help I needed and realize that I wanted to live. Someday, I will look back on these years and once again say, "I survived".

When people say that she's never going to give us anything. You're wrong. She wrote down the words and emotions that we experienced and she lets us know that we're not alone. She gives us a way to cope with our situation or just something to dance around to. She helps us connect with people. We all made friendship bracelets for Eras because of one line in a song. Bracelets have now become a huge part of the fan base and we connect and make friends with more people that way now. Taylor Swift is not perfect. No one is perfect. She is a good person who does care about her friends, family and fans and has proven that many many times.

You don't know what goes on when the cameras are off. People want to be upset for her bringing Lana on stage. I'm not going to act like I know what really happened, but I do know that if my friend won something and was trying to bring me up with her, I'd say "No, it's okay, it's your award" but if they wanted me up there I would've gone. Lana helped with Midnights with Snow on the Beach. Maybe she was just shy or introverted in that moment. We don't know. We don't know what went through Taylor's head when she won AOTY. I do know that her and Celine have interacted before so they weren't strangers. Taylor acknowledged Lana as a legacy artist because she inspires her and Lana helped with Midnights. And it is possible to be just as excited about your 14th award as you were for your first. People would've come after her if she hadn't reacted to winning. I get excited every time my best friend texts me first and I've known her for seven years. Let alone someone who won a record breaking award for most AOTY wins. She had limited time and was in the moment. Miley Cyrus didn't use up her time hugging everyone, which doesn't matter because we shouldn't be "Comparing all the girls who are killing it". To everyone who complains every time Taylor breathed, she's damned if she does, damned if she doesn't because someone is going to complain no matter what. But this post isn't about what you think Taylor should or shouldn't do. This is about what she has already done for me and others like me.

I'm going back to the YouTube comment. The next time you meet a Swifite, ask them why they like her so much and listen to what they have to say. Ask them what their favorite song is and why they like it so much. Taylor has given us all a voice with the songs she writes. A lot of us have a personal story that connects to one of our favorite songs. She gives some of us confidence. The day I started calling myself a Swifite was the day I started caring less about what people thought of me. I don't care if they call me weird because I am weird. If they make comments, it just encourages me to be myself more. She has a song for every emotion I have felt and I use music to cope and relax. Her songs make me smile when I'm having a bad day. I love the variety of sounds and lyrics throughout her discography. She makes me learn because she keeps using big, fancy words/phrases that I don't understand and have to go look up so I can understand the song.

You don't have to like her, but don't go after the people who do. One of the worst kinds of people are the ones who make others feel bad about something that makes them happy. We came for the music and stayed for her character. Look beyond what the media shares because the media only shares parts of the story and their "facts" aren't always accurate.

If you made it this far, I thank you and hope you are doing okay physically, mentally, and emotionally. I'm not great at advice, but I am always willing to listen if you need someone to talk to. If you wanna chat about Taylor or something else, I'd love to, or if you want to get something off your chest, I'm here. Our world has enough problems without us tearing each other down over artists we like or things we enjoy.

#that's a little gay #taylor swift #clean taylor’s version #Safe & Sound Taylor's Version #long story short #i survived #sabrina carpenter #mental health #swifties #i love taylor swift

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