#and I realized I wanted to watch AHS but I didn't want to commit to a full season when the new one is coming out soon

[genderfluidgothwitch]

Also, I made a realization today. Today was the first time EVER where I have officially been too stoned to watch a horror film

[nyxiswrites1200]

PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEEASR more sub Sammmm you write its so well djdjdhbdd

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒙 𝑩𝒂𝒃𝒚~

Sam Winchester x Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFT, MDNI, Mommy kink, Oral sex, P in V, Begging, Edging, Committed Relationship, Lil fluff, Praise kink, Tears, Overstimulation

An: Due to highly popular demand, Sub!Sam is back 🤭 I hope you guys like this one too. I got so many requests for it, so hopefully everyone gets to see it. I'm sorry if everyone isn't fem but I couldn't shake this idea 🙏

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Sam was a tough person, he took a lot of mental damage from the events in his life. But you, you wanted to take that away even if just for a few minutes.

It was an interesting encounter that brought you to this conclusion. You had caught Sam palming at his cock one day. He thought you were still in the bath but you heard his soft moans and cracked open the door out of interest. Besides, he's your boyfriend anyway! A little peak wouldn't hurt...

Sam had his dick in his hand, rubbing himself as he smeared pre-cum over the tip. Soft and needy moans leaving him along with 'fuck, mommy, please' somewhere in there and then your name slipped too. It didn't take you long for you to put the pieces together.

So now, you had Sam beneath you, grinding your slick pussy against his hard cock.

Sam groaned as he watched the way you covered just the tip and shaft of his dick in your juices, never actually taking him inside you.

"Sweetie- please I-" He pleaded but you cut him off "No no, that's not what you want to call me" you interject, your voice is soft and teasing. Sam seemed confused by your words, his brow scrunched together in confusion. Much similar to when he can't figure out a case. Then his face flushed as he realized what you meant.

The thought goes straight to his already painfully hard erection. His cock twitching as he realizes what you wanted from him, and what he wanted to indulge in.

"M..Mommy, please. I need your pussy" he half stuttered his way through the plea. You gave him a look that showed you were proud.

"That's my good boy" you cup his cheek and kiss his lips briefly before sinking down onto his cock.

"Fuck-" his curse coming out choked and whiny as you began bouncing on his cock.

The sounds that filled the room were absolutely filthy. The slick sound of his cock sliding in and out of your heat, every desperate whine that left Sam, and moans from you as well from how his huge cock filled you up.

Sam reached out to grab your hips but you stopped his hands, grabbing him by the wrists. "I didn't say you could touch, baby".

Sam whines "But mommy-" "No, you gotta listen to mommy, I know what's best" you respond sweetly. Sam practically pouts at your denial "Good boy, hands behind your back".

Sam does as you ask despite not getting what he wanted. Now this was a sight...Sam flushed, beneath you, completely naked, his muscular arms behind his back which only further shows off how muscular he is. He could have you any way he wanted, yet he listened and did only as you allowed.

You lean in and kiss him sweetly, he doesn't hesitate to return it. His hands itching to grab at you.

You feel his cock twitch inside you, you knew he was close. You tug at his bottom lip with your teeth as you pull off his cock right before he reaches bliss.

"Ah- Mommy- please, why?" He whines, his words coming out needy and stumbling over one another. You can't help but almost feel bad. He looks so needy, completely at your mercy.

You lean in and caress his cheek, kissing down his jaw "Mm, just wanted to drag this out a little longer baby...you're being such a good boy for me, you know that?" You praise. Sam groans as he nods, tilting his head back as you trail your kisses down.

"Yes mommy..." He responds, breathless. "You wanna eat mommy's pussy? Hm?" You ask softly, kissing him gently. Letting him know you're still all about what he wants, that he's welcome to stop you or deny you.

Sam gave you a knowing dorky smile, one that you knew meant he liked this. "Please, I wanna taste mommy's pussy" he responds softly.

You get Sam to comfortably lay back on the bed, you then carefully sit on his face. If you knew anything, Sam loved to eat you out. He was also damn good at it.

Sam didn't hesitate to lick a stripe across your cunt. He started devouring you. You moaned out loudly as you gripped at his hair.

He sucked at your clit, dragged his tongue along your slit before fucking it inside. You held his hair tight as you grinded into his face. "Fuck yes, baby. Eat mommy's pussy...good boy~" you moan out loudly as you feel him suck on your clit again. Groans would leave him, he fucked his tongue into you. Lapping up your juices, you bit your lip as you saw his hips twitch up into nothing, desperate for friction on his pretty cock.

You sit up for a second, adjusting yourself, Sam immediately whines when he can't taste you anymore. "Shh, just give me a second" you say softly before turning around so your pussy is facing him but you're near his cock.

Sam immediately indulges back into you but you wrap a hand around him, making him let out a whiny gasp of a moan into your pussy.

You can't help but feel a little cocky with how easily Sam reacts to you. You continue to stroke his cock while his tongue dips back between your folds. Both of you, filling the room with moans and whines. You lean forward to kitten lick the tip of Sam's cock, making him whine.

You can feel yourself getting close, you let yourself get pushed to the edge before pulling away. Sam protests but they are quickly cut off when you sit down on his cock in one swift motion.

Sam whimpers as his hands twitch up to hover right above your hips. "Don't cum" you say breathlessly, forgetting how huge Sam is, how his cock kisses right up against the deepest part of you.

You grind down on him, grinding on his cock. You moan as you use him to get yourself off, watching him squirm through your half-lidded gaze.

"Mommy- Mommy, I can't-" he whines, his hands digging into the sheets just to have something to grab. "What? You're gonna cum?" You almost taunt as he whines, tears forming on his lash line. You place your hands on his muscular torso as you lean in, still grinding down on his cock.

"You need to cum, baby?" You speak softly, Sam whines as he nods, his breathing coming out shaky as he feels you purposely tighten around him. Your warm walls flutter against his sensitive cock.

"Please please, mommy...I need it" he begs you, how can you deny that? He looks so pretty beneath you, about to cry because he needs to cum. A thin layer of sweat on his perfectly sculpted figure.

"Since you've been such a good boy...go ahead" she grabs his wrists and guides them to her hips "Fill me up with your cum, pretty boy" you encourage.

Sam looks up at you before firmly gripping onto your hips with his hands. He begins fucking up into you at a relentless pace.

You can't help but moan as you lean into his chest for support. Sam holds you tight as he practically uses you like some toy, just roughly fucking up into your pussy. Groans and whimpers leaving him, small whines of 'Mommy feels so good' and 'fuck's here and there.

You get pushed over the edge easily and clamp down on his cock. You practically scream as you finish. Sam's dick absolutely drenched in your slick, dripping down to his balls. He held you down on his cock as he came to, desperately relieved whines and moans coming from him. He filled you up so much it started dripping back down.

Both of you panted for a moment. You lean forward and start grinding on his cock again, making him whine "Too much-" he stutters "I think you can cum in mommy's pussy again" you tease as you kiss down his jaw "My pretty good boy.." you praise as you lean up and kiss his lips. In which Sam quickly responds, he's drunk off your praise and control. He liked not having to think. He just had to do what you wanted. Either sit there pretty, stuff his face in your pussy, or stuff you with his cock.

"So, how about we try it?"...

[lurkingshan]

Every time I see a Wedding Impossible GIFs on my dash I keep thinking that when it's over I'd love to read your take on what went wrong with this show. In a form of a very spiteful rant preferably.

(the show probably doesn't deserve too much of your time but I am just very VERY curious and had to share)

WELL! I was considering just letting this show go quietly into the night, but I will take this excuse to do a good rant instead.

*cracks knuckles*

You asked what went wrong with this show, but truly, nothing went right with it. From top to bottom, it's an utter waste of a good premise and a total destruction of the rare opportunity to get some positive queer rep into a het kdrama for a broader audience than will ever be reached by a ql. Let me list the most glaring problems:

They made Do Han a supporting character in his own narrative. Do Han, his sexuality, his desire and need to hide who he is to protect himself, and his desperate plan to avoid a life he doesn't want is the core of the story. Despite that, the story treats him like a minor supporting character with limited screen time and virtually no interiority or character development that made any sense.

The relationships were poorly written and the bonds were not believable. Ah Jeong was meant to be Do Han's ride or die bestie, but nothing in their scenes together or her behavior towards him suggested this was actually true. They seemed more like acquaintances who were friendly enough but had no real loyalty to each other, or even like she was a random actress he hired to play his wife. And Ji Han and Do Han had no brotherly bond or affection to speak of; their relationship consisted entirely of Ji Han throwing tantrums and demanding things for no reason other than he wants them, and Do Han trying to avoid being forced into them.

The leads were terrible people and the show did not realize that. Do Han's brother and best friend entered into a romance while she was engaged to Do Han. Ji Han thought it was a real relationship and did not seem to feel any guilt about pursuing his brother's lover. Ah Jeong was under a contract she agreed to as both his best friend and as a job to protect him and did not seem to care that she was breaking her commitment and threatening his safety. They gallivanted around flaunting their relationship in public with no regard for Do Han or his reputation whatsoever. And the show tried to convince me that Do Han was the selfish one in this scenario for the great sin of being gay and not just fucking off and getting out of the way of their relationship. Ji Han and Ah Jeong were never held accountable for what they did to him; instead we got to watch many scenes of Do Han being shamed and berated. Anyone who contributed to the writing and depiction of this can get fucked.

Every element of the story was poorly written and the resolutions were either unearned or so badly set up that they fell flat anyway. Do Han was being harassed and stalked and the story only barely cared about this. The family drama was boring and the grandpa character was a mess of contradictions who changed on a dime depending on the demands of the plot. There was no chemistry to speak of between the leads. The romance was utterly unbelievable and developed so poorly that it was impossible to care about whether these two assholes got together. The show used romcom tropes randomly to fill time even if they didn't fit. The final episode was stuffed with cameos by actors with personal connections to the cast and crew in the hopes it would distract us from what an unsatisfying conclusion it was, and the whole thing ended on a bizarre wedding gag that didn't work at all. The only good part was Do Han coming out on his own terms and leaving to go live his own life in New York, but the way they framed that was so gross I couldn't even enjoy it.

Most importantly, the messages of this show were deeply, unforgivably homophobic. This story went out of its way to tell us over and over again that Do Han is a selfish coward for being closeted, that his sexuality is a burden for his loved ones, that his family and friends are the real victims for having to deal with him, and that he was the one in the wrong for trying to protect himself. At no point was he allowed to get truly angry at the way his family and friends were treating him; he remained benevolent and shouldered the guilt and blame for everything, despite doing absolutely nothing except try to live an authentic life. At every turn the show depicted his siblings and grandfather and friend being hateful and/or careless with him, but then told us it was Do Han's fault for being who he is. They wanted us to blame the gay character and sympathize with a brother who resented him for not being the straight business leader he wanted him to be, and a friend who betrayed him without a second thought. The show argued passionately that the lies Do Han told to protect himself were the real problem, not the homophobia and hatred and rejection he faced every day of his life. It was an abysmal and offensive message and exactly the opposite of what a responsible piece of media would be trying to communicate.

I don't know if the people who made this show are actively malicious or just deeply incompetent, but they had no business telling a story involving a queer character if they were going to do it like this.

[homeheroine]

More Than You Could Know

Authors note : heyyy, I wrote this really late at night. It's not prof read. I'll edit it later. I hope it makes sense for now. this is pretty angsty by the way. fluffy raph will be here soon don't worry! enjoy! <3

prompt :

"Raph. We have to talk about this."

"Nah, I don't think we do actually."

"What is wrong with you? Why are you acting like this? What happened to "we are a team"? What happened to trusting each other? W-wha what happened to us?"

"You wanna know what happened Y/N!? Huh!?" The volume of his voice booms though the lair's hallway's. "I realized that I'm so much stronger than any of ya. I'm so powerful that if I lost my mind I could-- I could...." Finally making eye contact with you, Raph notices the tears that roll down your face. Each tear a reminder to him of the atrocities that he had committed against his family, against his morals...

....against you.

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Reconstructing New York was gonna take a while, everyone knew that, but with the mutants and humans coming together to construct it again the wounds from old discrimination would heal. The Hamato clan was thriving, strengthened by the bond of battle, the healing of their physical and emotional scars, it seemed everything was ok. Everyone was ok. Right?

"no... no please. I don't want to do this! Let me go! Let me go please!" Raph's cries had woken you with a start. He was having another nightmare. You rushed over to his side tripping from your post since he had basically scared you awake.

NY had basically been completely reconstructed; the only thing that was left was crowd control. You and Raph had been tasked to put away some of the mutant baddies who had broken out of the Hidden City Prison. After tracking a particular escaped inmate for quite some time, Donnie had given you a tip that this inmate could potentially lead you to a group of baddies who banded together after escaping. It was originally a solo mission for you because of your specialty for stealth and recon, but you opted to take a Raph as your bodyguard if you were discovered. The thought of being caught against an entire group of mutant baddies didn't sit right with you. But having Raph with you, the muscle of the group who just happened to have a growth spurt between now and the krang invasion, you felt very comfortable getting the valuable intel for Donnie. Though if you were to tell no lies, the whole reason you requested for him was because he had been avoiding you. Ever since the defeat of the Krang he had been.... different, not only because of his new height and mass. You first noticed the physical distance between you two, then his efforts to keep you from being part of his reconstruction team and even sitting out of his usual spot during movie night. Every time you tried to confront him about it he either dodged the question or straight up ran away! This mission was a perfect excuse to get answers from him, but since leaving the lair he's been just as distant.

"Raph! Hey! Wake up! It's a dream you're on a stake out!" You grab his shoulders trying to shake him awake. He twists out of your grasp effectively throwing you out his range. Stunned by his strength you go back to him, this time coming closer to his face. "Raph please. Wake up-- Ah!" You gasp as he grabs the wrist of the hand that attempted to cup his face. His hand might as well envelop your whole hand all the way down to the middle of your forearm. His fist tightens and his eyes shoot open, they're blank, no sign of his usual friendly gaze. He looks at you like... like you're an enemy. You stare back, honestly unsure of what to expect. He has always been very good with controlling his strength around you, he could easily break your hand even before the invasion. Who knows what he could do to you now with his new strength. Fear fills your heart as you watch him, "Raph! Please! You're hurting me!". Those words seem to spark something in him, blinking back at you his iris's return. He looks into your eyes confused at first then noticing the situation he releases your wrist immediately. You wince and drop to your knees opening and closing your hand attempting to regain feeling, nothing was broken at least. Raph gets on his knees next to you, spouting apologies. The corner of his eyes pricked with tears. "I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry. I'm sorry Y/N."

You muster your strength and put on a reassuring smile. You know how he gets when things like this happen. But you have never seen him like this before. What was he dreaming about? "It's ok Raph. Don't worry, it was an accident, I understand." He seems unconvinced. "Is it broken? Can you move it? Are you-" He stops his apologetic rambling, abruptly raising himself to his feet and taking a few steps back from you. He bows. "Forgive me. This will not ever happen again." If it wasn't for his tone you would have laughed, but his voice is filled with anger. You blink, confused, at least you were distracted from the pain in your hand.

You aren't given a chance to respond when movement from behind you catches your attention.

"Shit!" You curse under your breath. Mutants. When did they get so close? You concelled yourself in some flora while Raph backed into the shadows. Mutant baddies were coming near your hidden stake out spot and they did not look happy.

"Listen, I swear I heard voices coming from this way."

"If there is nothing out here I'm telling the rest of the gang you left the base unguarded."

Gang? Base? Donnie was right. They did team up, and it seems you were close to their base of operations too. Maybe this night would redeem itself. You covertly made your way over to a nearby tree. You needed the high ground if you were gonna follow them back. Launching yourself into the air you attempted to grab a branch to pull yourself up. Pain surged through your arm from the impact and you let go quickly falling a distance toward the ground below. Raph swooped in catching you before you could hit the ground, though effectively ruining your stealth.

The baddies made some noise of realization and began charging toward you two. Raph is first to make contact with them, punching the first larger one in the face, sending them flying. The other goes running, deciding to not mess with the hurt that Raph was dishing out. You were about to give chase when Raph bolted ahead of you, charging toward them. You waited, breathless from the sudden rush of battle and winced as you clutched your now broken wrist. Listening, you waited, a minute of huffs of battle and then a scream occurred and Raph returned with the runaway mutant. He held the mutant upside down by the ankle as he walked past you. Raph's face was unreadable, only his eyes were visible because of the harsh shadow that cast over his face. They were blank again.

"Let me go you overgrown toad! You have no idea what my buddies will do to you when they find me." The smaller mutant snarled. "And don't even get me started on your little human pet! What they're gonna do to dem will be much worse." The mutant spat in your direction.

At that Raph launched the mutant in the air, catching them by the face when they came back down. Raph made no comment, so silly a joke, nothing. His face filled with anger, with hate, while he stared upon his enemy. You shook from the memory of the same look he gave you only a little bit ago. The mutant struggled against his hand, clawing and scratching. Raph was unfazed and wasted no time slamming the back of the mutant's head into the ground.

You gasped. The mutant plastered on the ground in a crater from the impact. Raph, hunched over expression still unreadable, releasing the mutant. They sputtered out groaning in anguish. Raph raised his arms readying himself to slam his fists into the mutant again.

Your body moved on your own. Driving your body in front of the mutant, in front of Raph's fist. You're not sure what you thought. That he would stop? He already had hurt you. But if you were here now, in front of him, would he really hurt you again? Would he kill you to get to this mutant?

The pain you prepared for never came. His fists never touch you. You peeked open an eye only to stare right into the terrified eyes of Raph centimeters away from you. Something was wrong. His right eye shines a bright yellowish green as his cat eye-like pulp mirrors the movements of his normal left eye that swims through yours. This is a memory of the Krang's possession. You and him were in the same position as when he unconsciously fought against you and his brothers. This moment was all too similar. "Raph?" Your voice is barely above a whisper he stares into your eyes once more, his eyes seemingly normal again, then blinking he rips himself away from you. You get up, rushing toward him. "Are you ok? Please talk to me. Raph!" He turns his left eye over to you while covering his right, his face is sad, scared.

"Go home Y/N."

"Raph come on now."

"Go home." His voice rising.

You huff, very worried and frankly frustrated from your dear friend's behavior. "We can't have this conversation here." You say turning around looking for any other approaching mutants. If he wants to go, then fine, we'll go, but he will talk to you. You make your move to pick up the mutant, "Help me get this guy back to the lair, we can question him."

Raph huffs, picking the mutant up and placing him on his shoulder.

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Making it back to the lair you are able to report your findings to Donnie and see the injured mutant to the med bay. Donnie gives a quizzical look to you and Raph when you return. Mainly because of the damage they took. The moment the mutant was in Donnie's care Raph attempted to flee you. Immediately making his way to the lair's exit. You finish your report in time to catch him in the abandoned subway on the way out.

"Raph. We have to talk about this." You demand speeding behind him.

"Nah, I don't think we do actually." He doesn't slow his pace, continuing to march through the lair.

"What is wrong with you? Why are you acting like this? What happened to "we are a team"? What happened to trusting each other? W-wha what happened to us?"

"You wanna know what happened Y/N!? Huh!?" He spins around to face you. His brow knitted inward while his mouth displayed a harsh snarl. The volume of his voice booming through the lair's hallways. "I realized that I'm so much stronger than any of ya. I'm so powerful that if I lost my mind I could-- I could...." Finally making eye contact with you Raph seems to notice the tears that roll down your face. You're so worried, what happened to your dear friend. Was it the Krang? Why was he keeping secrets from you?

"Please Raph, you can trust me. I'm here for you." You plead coming closer to him. He doesn't move, allowing you to cup your hand on the side of his face. He faces you now. Eyes welling up with tears as he begins to break down. "Why?" He cries, "Why do you trust me? I've done nothing but hurt you! When the Krang had me I almost killed Leo! I almost killed you!"

You recounted the memories of the Krang's possession of him. No wonder he had been avoiding you. His nightmares, he was dreaming about the Krang? Dreaming about hurting you? Tears free falling down his face now. "I can't imagine a world without ya in it Y/N. The very thought terrifies me. If I was the cause of your... the cause of a world without ya, I don' think I'd have it in me to forgive myself."

You cup both sides of his face, "Raph, that wasn't you, the real you would never do that to me. If you have these fears, these nightmares you have to tell me. I'm here for you. I'm not leaving Raph. Not now, not ever. Because I-- I love you."

His eyes widen at your sudden confession, then fill with tears once again. His face breaks down as he pulls you into himself for a much needed hug. Even now with his emotions running high he still hugs you gently. "I love you too... so much more than you could know."

[bengiyo]

I am requesting a ship twofer: Rio and Kido and Rio and Haruhiko

Ah yes, let's discuss The Novelist again.

Plainly: Rio and Haruhiko would not happen without Rio and Kido, but there's no way for Rio and Kido to work out. Kido is selfish and a coward, and Haruhiko is alarmingly devoted.

When you watch the Novelist for the first time you think Rio is some sort of mastermind, but he's not. He's just a fucked up gay man trolling a college kid because he was bored and lonely. We don't really understand why he is this way, but we know something is wrong with him, and we're certain Kido has something to do with it.

Then we go to Mood Indigo and realize that so much of what's wrong with Rio now is that Kido wouldn't let him remain repressed. Rio was clearly struggling before he ran into Kido again, but Kido brought him into the world of erotica and made him learn from a huge perv. Then Kido got way too horny about it and showed he knew a whole lot more about gay sex than I was expecting from him.

Kido is a mess. He thinks he wants to commit to Rio, but he values the appearance of normalcy so much. He's also selfish in that he always makes others feel like they're the reason he made some sort of big sacrifice. He lets Rio blow him so Rio can get a good job. He moves in with Rio to help with rent. He stays in erotica publishing to honor Rio. He's a liar! He let Rio blow him because he wanted to get his dick sucked. He continued living with Rio because he wasn't into the girl who wanted him to be a normie. He stayed in erotica because he likes it, but he likes making people feel beholden to him more than anything. I'm not a fan of this man! I was so glad when Rio went back to Haruhiko at the end of Mood Indigo.

One of the smartest things they did with this series was give these guys time. We got to see Haruhiko age out of school and take on the work of a salaryman even as Rio left the city to try to continue writing. I love Pornographer: Playback because so much of it revolves around Rio grappling with the fact that every time he looks back he finds Haruhiko right there even when Rio is being so mean.

I think I like Haruhiko because Rio woke something in him and Haruhiko loved it. It makes him happier. It seemed to give him purpose. Rio flounders constantly because being gay and smart makes him feel so different and separate from the world. Kido made him feel worse about it. He made Rio feel desirable, but then actively didn't choose him. He even has the nerve to get sad about it! Haruhiko, however, is so into Rio that he blew this man in a car because they hadn't seen each other in a while.

I really do love Rio and Haruhiko a lot, because every creative needs a devoted simp to ground them in reality. I hope Kido finds meaning and purpose in being a husband and a father, because he cannot be anything sustainable to Rio.

Send Me a Ship and I'll Share My Thoughts About Them

[kaeyats]

SAGAU,, the archons read your fanfiction

inspired by this imagine by @anemoarchonhoe. your self-indulgent genshin fanfiction starts spawning in teyvat as holy scripture. even more embarrassing is that your acolytes treat it like records of your past lives.

reader's gender is not specified, as with most of my works. requests and imagines in my ask box are appreciated, but will take a while. :D

warnings: cursing, lots of innuendos, humiliation lol

you didn't know what to expect when you stepped inside the wangsheng funeral parlor to visit two of your favorite genshin impact characters. however, amongst the many possibilities in your head, it was not this.

morax, or zhongli as he liked to call himself these days, sat in complete silence, investing all his attention and senses into the book he was currently reading. he hadn't even noticed your presence in the room which was entirely unusual for him as one of your most attentive acolytes. but you didn't find yourself minding as much as you thought you would, especially when zhongli was making such.. intense facial expressions every passing second.

"oh, how scandalous.." he quietly mumbled to himself. if there had been any background noise at all, you wouldn't have heard it.

"'li? are you perhaps reading a light novel?" you finally spoke out, after probably watching zhongli read for 20 minutes. you tried preventing your laughter when the former geo archon jumped at the realization of your presence, but alas, it was too unusual of a sight and you couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"ah, i apologize for not noticing you sooner, your grace. i was simply investing myself in your scripture."

"it's fine, really. what do you mean by 'my scripture' though? i don't recall writing any holy bibles." you observed the book in his hand, the blank cover a lot more interesting with the newly given context.

"i meant the records of the previous lives we've shared. i was pleasantly surprised to find out that i acted the same way i do now. although i must say, i didn't expect you to be so nervous to approach me."

"the what-? wait, let me read that." zhongli offered you the book, complying with your every command like he always did. without wasting another second, you read through the pages, your stomach dropping as you realized what he had been reading.

"you- you weren't supposed to see this!" you choked, face contorted into a look of humiliation and shock.

"oh? i truly do not mind. in fact, i feel flattered to have been chosen by you in my past life as a mortal."

zhongli continued, the more he spoke, the more you wanted to melt into a muddle and disappear from the face of the earth. "as for the more intimate moments, i also do not mind, though i never imagined myself to be so... rough. if it is what you find pleasing then i do not mind trying again in my current form."

if you didn't feel embarrassed a few moments ago, you sure were now. curse you modern au zhongli smut!!

hanging out with ei was always a pleasant occasion. yes, the god was ignorant to the running trends of teyvat and even more so to the trends of earth, but that was the appeal of it. you found her ignorance to be quite charming in a way. it didn't take away her competence as a god and it definitely didn't make her any less intimidating, but you found it refreshing (and hella hilarious).

in inazuma, your godly existence was never neglected. everytime you stepped out of the crux into inazuma, there would already be all kinds of decorations in the streets with dozens of guards waiting by the harbor and hundreds more people anticipating your arrival. today wasn't any different as you stepped into the harbor, only one key detail, ei wasn't there.

the thought had you dizzy in worry. she was usually so.. commited to you. and that sounded self-centered as all hell, but it was simply the truth. ei was the embodiment of consistency and loyalty, so it shocked everyone when she wasn't in the harbor to welcome you. you wasted not a second and headed straight for the grand narukami shrine.

you found yourself in the plane of euthymia for the very first time, stunned as to how massive it looked in real life. "i'm not angry or anything, but it was very out of character of you. is there anything wrong? are you fine or...?"

"no, everything is fine, your grace. i just do not wish to hurt you any longer. the guilt of my actions have finally settled in. and i can not feel any more remorseful than i do now."

"hurt me? when have you ever-"

"i have read of what i have done in the previous life we have shared together. my actions were absolutely preposterous! i wouldn't have chosen anyone over you, especially since we spent so many years growing up with each other." you could say nothing at the face of ei who truly sounded hurt and looked like was distressed beyond words.

"ah fuck, this is about the fanfics again, isn't it?"

safe to say, ei went from crying mess to blushing mess when you explained to her that the book she was reading was simply but a fictional story you wrote back then. and yes, you spent about 30 minutes explaining to ei that it was like a light novel because that's the only basis she had for such things.

you were out on a friendly date with kaeya and rosaria inside the angel's share that night. you were still wary of drinking anything with alcohol, scared of confessing anything about any of the genshin characters that you might regret. so you settled with drinking grape juice instead and still had a merry time with the two troublemaking alcoholics. the atmosphere around you was still a bit tense though, the people of mondstadt still not used to your casual behavior while being the all-creator. all eyes were on you and you felt it.

in a quest to break the tense atmosphere, venti hopped on top of a table (despite diluc's angry protests) and plucked his harp with a gentleness that was out of character for the bard. for the first time that night, the attention left you you and all eyes were on the anemo archon.

your relief hadn't lasted long though because the tale that venti told that night, was eerily similar to one of your 5wirl fanfiction. he sang of the creator, specifically using your given name, pining for himself in another life, one in which he had been a famed idol of some kind. he sang of the details of your inappropriate endeavors, repeating in his lines how much you enjoyed the many uses of his mouth.

sooner and later, kaeya started laughing and wheezing like a mad man, hitting your back in a teasing manner and rosaria looked at you with a smirk and a teasing glint in her eyes. but what annoyed you the most was the green bard who looked absolutely smug as he winked at your blushing face.

"fuck it, pass me a bottle of dead after noon, charles."

as soon as he finished his song, you dragged him out of angel's share, already a bit tipsy on the strong alcohol you had started drinking ever since he started exposing "holy (unholy) scriptures" to the rest of the world. you looked absolutely agitated, but venti couldn't erase the smile on his face. as you two left, the whole room snickered and smirked with knowing looks on their faces.

[notveryimpressed]

Part 1

Supervillain's mind began to race with a mix of anger and confusion. How dare that superhero attempt to flirt with their scientist? They were their scientist, and nobody else's! The supervillain's jealousy and possessiveness surged through them like an electric current.

With a sinister smile, the supervillain decided to play along, biding their time until the right moment to strike. "Ah, my dear scientist," the supervillain purred, stepping closer to them and resting a gloved hand on their shoulder. "I must say, your grace and poise never fail to impress. But it seems we have an uninvited guest in our little dance."

The scientist, unsure of the underlying tension in the room, glanced at the embarrassed superhero who was walking away with a perplexed expression. "Oh, uh, I didn't realize they were trying to flirt," the scientist replied innocently. "But let's not allow any distractions on this crucial day, shall we?"

"Of course," the supervillain said, their smile never wavering, though their eyes glinted with malice. "No distractions will be allowed. In fact, I have a proposal for you, my dear scientist. How about after this meeting, you join me for a private celebration? I'd love to discuss some new inventions I have in mind."

The scientist hesitated for a moment, feeling a mix of excitement and unease. The supervillain had always been alluring and charismatic, but they were also well aware of the evil deeds committed by this enchanting figure. Nevertheless, the scientist agreed, "Alright, I'd be interested in hearing about your new inventions."

As the Council of the Supers continued its proceedings, the supervillain's mind raced with the sinister plans they had in store for the council members. But they also couldn't ignore the feelings they had developed for their brilliant scientist.

The supervillain and the scientist found themselves alone in the sunlit conference room. The supervillain's smooth façade slowly crumbled, revealing vulnerability beneath their villainous exterior. "Listen," they began, looking away for a moment before locking eyes with the scientist, "I know I've been harsh with you, pushing you to create weapons and devices for my villainous schemes. But there's something else I want now, something more than power or destruction."

The scientist watched with curiosity and concern as the supervillain opened up, revealing a side they had never seen before. "What is it that you want?" the scientist asked, their defenses softened.

"I want you," the supervillain admitted, their voice barely above a whisper. "I want you to stay with me, by my side. I want to protect you and make you happy. And in return, I promise to change, to be better, for you."

Caught off guard by this unexpected confession, the scientist's heart skipped a beat. They had never imagined that their arch-nemesis, the supervillain, could harbor such complex emotions. Despite the darkness surrounding them, the scientist could see a glimmer of hope in the supervillain's eyes.

"I don't know if I can trust you," the scientist replied honestly. "

The supervillain nodded, understanding the scientist's hesitance. "I know I don't deserve your trust just yet, but I'm willing to prove myself. Let me show you a different side of me, a side that cares for you deeply," Supervillain inhaled deeply and before scientist could reply, they told, " Also, I need your help in chopping off a few heads."

[ipkkndlovescenes]

Crazy Yet Cute Moments of Holi

#IPKKND Holi Special

“They dozed off, into a dreamless oblivion, for what seemed like an eternity but was, in fact, hours, and awoke hungover, unable to look into prying eyes who unveiled the innermost secrets of hearts in those hours.”~Mysticaldivine~

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"Kya aapko kuch yaad hai?" Do you remember anything?

The mind dragged ASR back to where his hand held hers, and he confessed his love for her: "Our heartbeats become one..." He didn't realize that she was watching every move of his eyes.

But before showing further vulnerability, shutting the door of his closet, he threw the arrow back at her. "No, and you?"

Oh, he wanted to make sure that she remembered anything or not. 

"Bilkul Nahin!"  Not at all! 

Stuttering yet confidently denying her state of mind, she clasped her fingers without meeting his eyes. The hearts of both rolled their eyes at these two crazy people who were madly in love with each other.

Well, a few minutes before, Anjali and her rolling camera showed them otherwise, yet they dared to deny any crime they were committing together throughout this event.

He forgot that seeing Khushi getting mentally and physically abused by Shyam, his rage had no boundaries.

He forgot that he was happy seeing her making up with Nani and everyone else within the family. Her crazy antics brought a smile to his face. His shoulders relaxed when he wanted to leave her enjoying this event with her style, but again, Shyam brought out the possessive husband in him and walked towards her instead of walking away.

He claimed her as his wife as a news flash for the entire world, saying that she and he are hers by applying color to her. The vibrating colors were celebrating this event around him with the thunder of calp, and she felt his touch on her core. But his black-and-white life felt the colour of life when she smeared him with his favourite colour... the color red. The blood rushed through his veins, and his heart melted under this soft touch, the one he had been craving for days.

“I can smell her flowery perfume, too strong in this enclosed darkness. I wonder if this is a temptation. If so, I am stone.”― Joanne Harris,

He declared her his wife after denying his claim that he would never accept her as his wife, which is only a contract. Oh, well, he forgot that, too. Now his heart was talking his feet wherever she was. She was somehow still burning with his touch, a touch that claimed her as his wife in front of this entire world. 

She regained some of her dignity, her joy back. She finally had her family by her side, and his family accepted her, too. She was back to her craziness, and innocence was written all over. Even ASR couldn't resist that temptation... She needed something cold to come out of that fire she felt a few minutes ago under his touch and gaze. It was a constant battle for him not to turn his head in her direction, but he looked over at her every time she did her thing to make him crazy. Each time, he’d smile.

He didn't forget to follow her for not letting her flash the news of their private moments or allowing her to be away from him further. Yet he forgot that he was enjoying his drunk wife or even running after her. Well, she doesn't drink either, but if she is in it, then he will be in, too, as she wanted to hear his "heart ", not the brain.

"Dil ki baat keh dijiye..."

Say what your heart wants...

"Nani, this is the man who said this on that dreadful night..." Ah! Shyam was disappointed. He wanted to hear it...

He was stopping her from getting drunk further, but he forgot that she was more clever than him. She made him drunk as well. Anjali's camera seized the moment for eternity when he was drinking for the very first time.

What the!

What the!

What the!

Then, there was no turning back. His heart took over, and he expressed his love for her to everyone. 

"Khushi is a little crazy, yet she is cute..."

Above all...

"She is beautiful..."

"He eyes, her hair, her smile...."

She was dancing unknowingly while her husband was busy admiring her to everyone, and even Shyam got to know his state of mind and heart what he didn't want to hear.

He walked towards her while she was dancing. Somewhere in his heart, he wanted to dance with her. Teri Meri Night played along, making him dance to his heart's tunes. He pulled her closer than ever, smiled into her eyes and twirled her with happiness. He was in a mood to dance...and he danced carefree with Khushi and his family and hugged his sister. His eyes brimmed out with joy or pain, but he did all his heart told him to do.

His heart clenched with rage, seeing another man touching her. How dare anyone even think to do such a thing? She was his, and he announced it again.

"tu ne meri biwi ko haath lagaya?" How dare you to touch my wife...

 Following her essence, suddenly, he lost her. She was nowhere to be found, but her strong essence brought him right beside her. She was busy clearing her eyes and mind from such thoughts and emotions that were raising her hopes again. 

"Khushi!"

His voice brought her back to him again, but she didn't want to solve again in such thoughts. She didn't want to feel these emotions, but his closeness was unavoidable. He held her hand to clear her eyes, but her mind reminded her of the deceiving moments that dragged her into this trap. This was a trap, and it can't be true. She turned her face and forbade his touch this time. He obliged her wish and turned around, but she didn't want that. She wanted to ask him the reason, the truth, the confession from his mouth of all that was happening between them. A mirror image of her heartbeat resonated in him, but she wanted to hear it and believe in it.

She stopped him, making him halt, and he forgot everything under her touch.

The truth was, she didn't know what she wanted anymore—it was not just physical. Whatever it was must have also scared him, though. So she made a concerted effort to resist his temptation, even if she sometimes wanted nothing more than to surround herself with his affection.

"I want to ask you something, Arnavji,” she whispered, watching the curve of his lips by cupping his cheeks.

“Why does my heartbeat run faster when you come closer?"

"Aisa Kyuon Hota Hai?"

How could he resist such an innocent yet honest wish she could ever ask him to? Like a drop of ink in water, the urge rushed to the surface and then slowly spread out and thinned until he was made slightly darker by it. He was willing to bring this entire world to her over, but she lost her consciousness. His mind acted upon this one act and registered her innocence as her drunken state. His heart ached, and his eyes spilt over the fact that life still had colors along with her. 

A part of him registered today that she was his...only His.

He took his wife in his arms and walked with pride and possessiveness, which each eye witnessed. A husband was taking his wife to his den. With each step he took, he could feel it, like an itch under the skin. He was only ever aware of it enough to know it could never be satisfied.

 "Main batata hoon." I tell you why this happened:"

" Aisa kyuon hota hai..."

"Whatever you feel, I feel the same. My heartbeat runs faster the same way when you come closer to me. All this happens because our heartbeats become one."

"Humri dhakanain ek ho jaati hain..."

He had fallen hard for the woman who had broken his heart only a week before, the woman who had held a question mark to his mind just a few days prior. He knew he would never fully recover from this fall.

But he didn’t want to remember any of that. He forgot everything, and all he remembered was her in his arms right now. He couldn't see her tears, distressed voice, pleas, and even a dot of color on her cheek and neither her hair. He cleared all with such a gentle touch. 

Holding her hand to his heart, he kept looking into her eyes, making her believe this undeniable truth.

She asked to confirm..."Humari Dhakanain?"  Our heartbeats?

He nodded," our heartbeats become one..."

She slightly moved away, but he pulled her, refusing to let go of him. She placed her hand over his, the friction of hands felt by the hearts and she couldn't refuse his plea. Resting her head over his heart, she let herself believe in it.

Time seized this moment between these two hearts away from prying eyes. Suddenly, Anjali's voice hit the ears like a pickle remedy to escape this state. He was annoyed, but he obliged Khushi and Di's requests.

He forgot even that he was waiting for Khushi to grab her belongings from the poolside before going downstairs with his family. Her touch melted the ice of all this time, and his touch made her believe in love again. She even blurted to Shyam that heartbeats became one..he was annoyed, but at the same time, he knew that they were still not one. 

"I'm waiting"...had me, and she asked even more sedately.

For what? for my heartbeat?

The moment the pickle touched their lips, their hearts sighed as their minds became active again, responding to the same hormones of denial. 

"Di, delete everything!" He almost ordered his sister and she refused for eternity. 

"Never" Good job Anjali.

ASR climbed up his room, and Khushi followed him. After the great denial, both were back to square one. They first fought at the bathroom door, where she claimed her rights to be his wife—the very same way he had done a few moments earlier in front of the entire world.

But he took the edge of that right, reminding her why he married her and what he could do to his sister Payal if she didn't follow the rules...

Happy Holi To All Arshians...

[storiesbyjes2g]

3.76 Ain't nobody love

Sophia finally came inside, and Dad congratulated her. He showered us with praise, and his unwavering belief in us resonated in every word. I tried to imagine what that moment must have felt like. Soulmates and serious commitments were important to him, but he didn't find success in that area. He never pushed me and mostly stayed out of my business unless I requested his help. But I knew all he wanted for me was success where he had failed. Sharing that special moment with us, knowing we had a solid foundation, must have been such a relief to him.

He asked about the house, and I described it as a larger version of his with four very small bedrooms, two bathrooms, a dining room, an office, and a nice sized yard with a massive tree. The previous owners left a treehouse kit behind, and I asked if he would help me build it. Of course, he looked forward to it.

"I'd love for you guys to stay for dinner, but you know if you don't get to your mom's house soon, there will be hell to pay," he said.

He was not wrong, so we got parting hugs and I love you's and headed to snowy Newcrest. Mama was standing at the door watching television, so I didn't bother knocking since she could hear us on the porch. Sophia stayed outside, trying to convince the dogs to come out of the freezing cold and into the house.

Mama's hair caught me off guard. It was so bright. Like, really, really bright. That's when I realized it wasn't gray anymore.

"You dyed it white?"

"It's not white! It's platinum blonde."

"Oh... I like it. Kinda badass."

She was always so adventurous with her hair. When she turned up to her birthday party with gray hair, she honestly surprised me. I thought she wouldn't be caught dead with gray hair, but I guess she was just trying it on. Clearly, that color didn't speak to her.

"Thanks, buddy! To what do I owe this pleasure? You're spoiling me with these frequent visits!"

"I proposed!"

She screamed. I never heard her make that sound before, and I'd probably never hear it again.

"THANK THE WATCHER!!"

Sophia had just come inside—without the dogs—in the middle of that commotion and stood off to the side, smiling, while Mama began to squeeze the life out of me.

"Oh, I'm so happy!!! My little buddy is getting married!!!"

Just as quickly as she embraced me, she pushed me aside to see Sophia's ring. She grabbed her hand, oohing and ahhing, holding it up to the light to catch every glint and sparkle.

"You chose well," she said. "It's perfect! I can't believe this, but I totally believe it! We have so much work to do!"

And there was the Emmy I expected earlier that week. I raised my eyebrow at Sophia, signaling her to brace for impact, just like I told her.

"So, when is the wedding? Wait, where is it? Sulani is perfect this time of year! Are you doing a honeymoon? What about kids? Are you waiting or trying immediately?"

"Whoa, timeout," I said. "We literally just got engaged like two hours ago. We haven't planned anything."

"Two hours? And you're just now coming to me?"

"Mama, chill. I proposed in San Sequoia. We went to Dad's first."

"Hmph. Well, you can leave Sophia with me. We'll have everything all done and dusted by the end of the night!"

I shook my head, and Sophia's eyes bounced between the two of us, uncertain if she should interject and afraid of what "leave Sophia with me" meant.

"Uhhh...shouldn't Luca have a say in his own wedding?" she asked warily.

"Why?" Mama asked. "Everyone knows the wedding is all about the bride. I'm sure Mr. Cute Face will be fine with whatever you want."

"But...," Sophia said hesitantly.

Mama sighed, and relented.

"Fine. He can have some say. But this wedding needs to happen as soon as possible! Especially if you're waiting to have kids. You can't wait too long!"

Sophia smiled uncomfortably, but found a little confidence.

"How about Luca and I talk about it first, and then we'll let you know what we'd like to do?"

Mama glanced back at me with a serious look.

"I love her. You chose very well."

"I know," I said, matter-of-factly.

She turned back to Sophia.

"You always stand up for my son. You don't understand yet how happy that makes me as a mother. We raise these little sims, and pour our whole lives into them, trying to protect them from the world and everything in it. It's very odd when they grow up because you still want to be that person in their lives, and it's hard to let go. But at the same time, deep down, you hope one day they'll find someone who will love them just as fiercely as you do. Thank you for loving my son like that."

"He loves me like that," Sophia said.

Mama grinned at me.

"I know he does."

"Here's an idea," I said, attempting to end this Luca Love Fest. "We've been walking around San Sequoia all day. How about Sophia and I go grab dinner and celebrate? You can watch the dogs, and we'll talk about wedding stuff. We can discuss everything when we come back to pick them up. That sound okay?"

"That's perfect," Mama said.

[imtrashraccoon]

Ah yes, gaming the system... This was fun to write what can I say?

@scrambledmeggys

First Day, Previous Day, & Next Day.

Day 21: Gaming

You were bored.

There was simply nothing that needed doing and even if there was, you didn't feel like doing anything in particular anyways. So instead, you'd kidnapped Frisk for an impromptu cuddle session. While they'd protested some and squirmed in your arms, they were no match for your own koala grip and they eventually settled down after a few minutes. It helped that Sans had decided to join you on the couch and watch some tv.

You got a taste of your own medicine though when Papyrus spotted you and Frisk being all cuddly. Whether he'd decided to be a pest or just spontaneously felt like being affectionate, you couldn't tell. What you did know was that now you were stuck as well, something Frisk immediately picked up on by the smirk they flashed you.

Although, this was kind of nice. You reckoned you could count on one hand the number of times you'd been held like this in your life. Papyrus held you close against his ribcage and although his arms were wrapped securely around your body, his grip wasn't uncomfortably tight. Still, it was too tight for you to have any chance of breaking out of, at least for the time being.

While you should've been content to just sit there and enjoy the moment, you were still rather bored. Knowing that you were forced to sit still for the indefinite future, you couldn't help but feel slightly frustrated. Your mind wanted some sort of stimulation but you weren't in the mood to do anything that required even the slightest bit of effort. Not that you could even do that anymore though.

Letting out a frustrated sigh, you tried to shift your body to try and get into a more comfortable position, but to no avail.

Papyrus pressed his teeth to the back of your head and hummed quietly. "Aw, It Seems You Are Really Stuck, Huh?" he purred softly.

You made a quiet grumble of indignation as you realized that he was definitely in the mood to pester you. "I wonder why that is?" you asked sarcastically.

"I Could Not Tell You, Precious," he hummed, being the very picture of innocent.

You squirmed but your efforts to escape were once again futile. In an attempt to free your hands so you could maybe pry his arms off, you let go of Frisk.

That was a big mistake. Papyrus wasn't holding them as securely as he was holding you and they apparently decided not was a perfect time to get some revenge. Frisk turned around and wrapped their arms tightly around your shoulders, effectively keeping you permanently trapped as you weren't strong enough to lift them and Papyrus at the same time.

You sighed and reluctantly surrendered yourself to being cuddled by your two favorite people in the world. It wasn't so bad really, but you would still prefer not to be completely stuck between them right now.

"So, how long are you two planning on committing to this?" you finally asked. "This is nice, don't get me wrong, but I am still bored out of my mind."

"I Am Quite Content For The Moment," Papyrus responded.

Frisk nodded against your collarbone and snuggled even closer to you.

"Could we do something together at least? Like, I dunno, a board game if you guys have any?" you asked.

Papyrus leaned back slightly and seemed to think for a moment. "We Have One, Unless You Count Card Games?"

Sans seemed to perk up at that. "oh, that one," he chuckled and his crimson eyelights seemed to flicker mischievously. He stood up and disappeared, presumably to go get the game in question.

Frisk let go of you and scooted off the couch, but Papyrus made no move to do the same. You turned your head slightly to look at him but he only met your questioning gaze with a smirk.

"Um, we can't play a board game like this, can we?" you asked gently.

Papyrus hummed thoughtfully and nuzzled against your hair. "I Think We Could Figure Something Out..." When you have him an unamused look, he chuckled and added, "But I Think This Board Game Could Make You Very Upset With Me, So I Will Be Nice This Once."

Rather than let you go though, he readjusted his grip on your body and hooked one arm underneath your knees. You immediately realized what he was planning and tried to protest, but he didn't listen.

With basically no effort, Papyrus stood up and lifted you with him, bridal style. You couldn't help but freak out a little and grabbed onto his shoulders to steady yourself.

"I Am Not Going To Drop You, Precious," he chuckled.

You blushed slightly and rested your head against his collarbone. "I...I know! It was subconscious..." you stammered.

Papyrus brought you into the kitchen before setting you down near the table. Frisk climbed into the chair next to you and just as you'd taken a seat, Sans reentered the kitchen with a small box in hand.

You immediately recognized the game as Monopoly and it suddenly clicked as to why Papyrus thought you might be upset later on. The box had sustained some heavy water damage at some point and you noticed many of the pieces were missing, but had been replaced. While you could tell that not all the Chance or Community Chest cards were there, anyone unfamiliar with the game wouldn't have known which ones were included. Otherwise, it was a completely functional game and you couldn't help but admire the obvious effort they had put into restoring it.

"Woah, I guess Monopoly really is the most popular board game if even you guys know how to play," you commented.

"wait, so you know how to play then?" Sans asked as he began setting up the board.

You nodded, "More or less, unless you guys have different house rules. Most people play it the same way but occasionally there are some differences."

He looked thoughtful for a moment before speaking again. "huh, we've only ever played how the rules said to, granted, we've only played a handful of times."

"Then let's do that. The only change I usually make is putting some money on Free Parking that you can collect if you land there."

Once the game was set up, everyone sat down to play. Very quickly, you and the brothers came to an unspoken agreement to go easy on Frisk. Which seemed to be perfectly fine as you could have enough fun being mean to each other anyways.

The brothers played shrewdly, which you had been expecting, and so you had to be especially tricky in order to keep up. Sans was lucky enough to land on Boardwalk in the first round and only a few rounds later, had snapped up Park Place as well. Papyrus seemed intent on collecting the yellow and red properties, which while it made sense, would give him control of an entire side of the board.

You couldn't have that...

So, you pulled out every trick in the book. Once you'd managed to collect Kentucky Avenue, it was simply never getting traded, even if you had to mortgage other properties to pay rent. You made sure to auction every property you landed on too, except for the cheapest properties of course. You also may have distracted the brothers every now and then to get out of paying rent. That one made them especially annoyed once they realized what you'd done.

Frisk was just content to travel around the board and buy anything they landed on. This included three of the four railroads and enough of the other colours to almost make a rainbow. You totally weren't going easy on them to make sure they had a good chance at winning.

After about an hour, they were in fact winning, having become a railroad baron, owning both utilities, and two property sets with a house on each.

Papyrus was somehow still missing Kentucky Avenue and no matter what he offered, you'd turned him down everytime, much to his annoyance. It was the only property he needed to complete his collection and let him buy houses for the red colours.

Sans had sunk everything into Boardwalk and Park Place, having put a hotel on both. He was constantly boasting that anyone who landed on either property would have to fork over everything. However, he didn't have a lot of cash himself and you knew it was only a matter of time before he would go bankrupt.

You weren't doing too badly, although you definitely weren't going to win. Still, you had been particularly irritating to both brothers so you counted that as a win in your books. You had two property sets and had managed to put two houses on them, but you'd had a string of bad rolls that had kept you in and out of Jail for the last several turns. That was a good thing though as it meant that you were drawing the game out longer.

There was one more thing you could do though...

As soon as you'd managed to get out of Jail again, you turned to Frisk and decided to make them an offer. "Hey kiddo, wanna make a trade real quick?" you asked, trying your best to keep a poker face.

Frisk tilted their head curiously. "What kind of trade?" they signed.

"Let's see..." You scanned over your properties for a moment in an attempt to make it look like you were making a big decision. "Tell you what, I'll give you Kentucky, Baltic, Mediterranean, Oriental, Vermont, and Connecticut Avenue."

Frisk glanced down at their properties and then back to you. "I'm not trading my railroads..."

"Sorry, I wasn't done..." You slid your properties over to Frisk before dropping all your money on top as well. "I'd like one dollar..." You'd barely finished speaking when both brothers protested angrily.

"you can't do that!"

"Come On! You Are Not Serious..."

You finally broke and a wide grin carved itself across your cheeks. "The rules don't say I can't and it's entirely up to Frisk to accept," you answered sweetly.

"i don't believe this..." Sans grumbled and buried his skull in his hands.

Papyrus shook his head and muttered, "If You Are Giving Up, This Is An Unnecessary Way To Do It." He seemed less annoyed than Sans and more in disbelief or awe that you would actually offer such a trade.

Frisk smiled and pulled a five out of their bank. Handing it to you, they signed, "Keep the change."

"Pleasure doing business with you, kiddo," you said and pretended to blow a kiss off the bill.

Next turn though, you predictably landed on one of Papyrus' properties and had to give up the five. He was somehow disappointed by this though, even though he had technically bankrupted you.

The game ended not long after that when Frisk upgraded all your former houses to hotels, only to have Sans land on one of them. For a moment, no one said anything and he just stared at his properties. Then, he silently began counting out what cash he had, when that didn't come close, he began to sell off his hotels, then he had to mortgage both properties.

Frisk was grinning the whole time and when he paused for a moment to survey his lack of options, they held their hand out expectantly.

"hey, hey, i get it, buddy," he muttered quietly. You could feel the sheer frustration in his tone but he wasn't freaking out like you had expected.

Papyrus chuckled and leaned over to him. "Looks Like No One Actually Landed On Either Of Your Properties, Huh?" he asked teasingly.

"shut up..." Sans growled under his breath.

Papyrus didn't say anything else but his grin was definitely rivaling the Cheshire Cat right now. You grinned as well and poked him under the table with your foot.

With a heavy sigh, Sans finally gathered up all his properties and dropped them into Frisk's open hand. "fine..." he muttered. Although, he then turned and shot you a silent glare, but you merely shrugged innocently.

While Frisk was rearranging everything on their side of the table, you noticed Papyrus was examining his properties as well. "I Think That Means Frisk Has Won," he finally concluded. "If I Land On Any Of Their Properties This Turn, I Will Not Be Able To Pay Either."

Frisk dropped what was remaining in their hands and covered their mouth in surprise. They glanced between everyone before hopping off their chair and doing a little impromptu victory dance.

You chuckled as you watched them lap around the kitchen. "And that, is why my family banned Monopoly in our house..." you said with more than a little glee in your voice.

The brothers simultaneously groaned in defeat as Frisk threw themselves at you in a fierce hug. You were glad their first time playing had gone so well for them and you were especially happy to have trolled the brothers as well as you had. Unfortunately, you probably had lost any future chances at playing Monopoly with them again too.

[dathomirdumpsterfire]

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~King of the Dragonfish: Chapter 9~

Obi-Wan watches the end of Maul's translucent fins disappear beneath the water line, and scrubs a hand down his face. The jedi turns away, and plops down in a mediation pose next to the magma ball.

He hadn't quite realized the extent of it before, but the sith's mind was not… whole.

It had come out in the dips and flows of conversation. In questions about concepts that were common knowledge. Odd moments where yellow eyes would twitch off to the side, or stare into the distance. He expected any sith to be a little crazy, driven halfway to madness by the darkside itself, yes, but... this was something more.

Maul the dragonfish was a very different man from the unblinking, uncompromising apprentice he'd faced at Theed. Was it the… transformation? Was this clever, curious mind underneath the expressionless assassin all along? Was the sharp wit and quick tongue natural, or new? Obi-Wan didn't think he'd ever find out for sure.

And none of that really changed his most startling realization yet: that Maul was strangely good company when he wasn't being psychotic.

All the kidnapping and such aside, Obi-Wan hadn't… he hadn't played like a youngling tussling on the floor for the fun of it in... years? Hadn't curled up with someone to sleep next to since… well. It has been a bit. Bless him, but Anakin is a handful. Adults-only time for training and private pursuits had perhaps not been as common as they should have been these past six years.

It did not help that being on-world and free at the same time as his usual partners for casual assignations simply didn't happen enough for his, ah… tastes. Bant was a prodigious, in-demand healer, and Kit was always hairing off on another adventure.

Actually, the dry spell might explain why he couldn't stop wondering about…

More importantly, it didn't help that for being the prisoner of an evil, insane sith, Obi-Wan finds himself ever more comfortable. That was surely a bad sign. There was some sort of prisoner psychology thing… stackhold or some such? Yes, his experience was probably being colored by that.

He finds himself a bit concerned that such a thing could set in so quickly. His stay at the bottom of the sea thus far was measured in days, not weeks or months. Was his mind prone to the… stackholding?

Obi-Wan regrets not taking more psychology classes as a knight.

The jedi master hums, leaning closer to the black stone to soak up it's radiant heat.

“I need to stop enjoying myself when he picks on me,” he tells himself. “He's being a bully, and just because I like it doesn't mean it's okay to encourage him.”

Obi-Wan resolves to stop rising to provocation.

“I need to stop responding with humorous rejoinders when he is being a smart ass,” he affirms as well. “It only provides him openings to be entertaining and establish… rapport, and rapport leads to regard, which leads to…”

He resolves to be more bland in conversation.

“I must find a way to free myself. Anakin needs me. My duty is to the order, and to the people of the galaxy at large,” he states the obvious. "Though Maul seems... really quite lonesome, actually. Hmm."

His meditative self reflection continues, turning over those thoughts.

Yes he needed to go home, and to go home he needed to escape… but how? Plan Aurek had been a supreme failure.

Obi-Wan knew of a fair few animals, had connected with hundreds of different species in his lifetime… but rarely did he encounter one that was capable of prevaricating. The octopus he had called for aid had come… but it had been sentient enough to lie. To cunningly send him feelings of curiosity and friendliness under false pretenses.

The gorogoro had betrayed him. It had died horribly for it, but that was no comfort.

Obi-Wan sighs. That really had not been a good result for anyone. He still needs help though. Down, over, that way, something like a hundred yards off, he could feel the faint twinkle of his kyber. He assumes -hopes really- that his rebreather is there too.

With a heavy heart, he reaches out into the seas with the force, very careful to avoid the nexus of darkside that is Maul, and the glimmer of other gorogoro. He does not want a repeat of the previous situation, but he will not simply give up.

‘Hello?’ Obi-Wan calls, in feelings instead of words.

‘I’m friendly. I'm safe. I need help,’ he sends.

His gentle energy reaches plenty of creatures, but nothing so dexterous or intelligent as an octopus. Little fish swarm by the water’s edge, excited enough to make little plips and plonks of noise. They can't help him, but the sweetness is heartening nonetheless.

After a little while he gives up. Nothing else with enough force signature to be large or smart was nearby at the moment, but surely something with potential would happen by at some point?

What he does not sense, because it is impossible and so he is not paying attention, is the panicking flare of his padawan’s force bond. Thirteen some odd sectors away, his tiny call for help had been heard by a fifteen year old. One who had been worrying and wondering where his beloved master was.

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[watercolor-hearts]

Can you please write one from someone else’s pov as they observe Lestappen? (and maybe get jealous of their relationship)

Of course, dear. ❤ It became a bit Lando-centric at the end, sorry for that. I wanted a happy end for him too. 😊

Max/Charles, implied(?) Daniel/Lando/Carlos • 756 words • getting together • developing relationship • mutual pining • jealousy • dubius consent (Daniel touching Lando's ass) • everybody's in love • Ao3 link

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Carlos was the first one to notice. 

Way before it actually has become a thing. Charles has always been glowing when he was around Max, listening to his Maxplaining, winking at him all the time, trying to make him laugh, touching and hugging him. 

When they were on the podium, he loved spraying Max with champagne and Max loved to reciprocate it. When he was with these two, Carlos always felt like a third wheel. 

And he had had enough after watching their mutual pining for months. 

“You should ask him out,” Carlos said to Charles when they were sitting in the Ferrari hospitality, enjoying a break between media commitments. 

“What?” Charles looked up from his phone, pretending like he didn't know who Carlos had referred to, even though he was on Max's Instagram, looking at his photos, trying not to actually like them because that would've been too obvious. 

“I'm not blind, Charles,” Carlos looked at him, “Why are you doing this? Scrolling at his Instagram with heart eyes and everything but not daring to send him a text message to meet somewhere? He won't eat you alive.”

Charles sighed and put his phone away. He has never really talked about his feelings towards Max with anyone. 

“What if he doesn't like me?”

“Ay, cabrón,” Carlos sighed, rolling his eyes in disbelief, “that's stupid. Come here, I'll help you write something for him he can't say no to.”

***

Daniel was the first Max told about Charles. 

“What's up, Maximus?” Daniel asked, joining Max in the Red Bull hospitality. “Thinking about the big questions of life?”

Max smiled. “To be or not to be. To go on a date with Charles or not to.”

Daniel's eyes widened in surprise. “Whaaa—”

“Yeah,” Max nodded, laughing because of Daniel's reaction. “Look,” he said, showing the message he got from Charles a few minutes ago.

“Love is in the air, as I see.”

“Yeah, yeah. Can't wait to see him tonight.”

“Nice to see, Maxy,” Daniel said, the usual smile on his face as he squeezed Max's shoulder, “Keep him safe, he's a good bloke.”

“I will, thank you.”

“Don't forget to use a condom! Safety first!”

***

And the one who was actually jealous was Lando. 

They were having a party when he first saw Charles and Max together as a couple, dancing and kissing in the middle of the club, not giving a fuck about what others think. Lando wished he could be like them, happy and free. 

Nobody knew he was gay. And nobody knew he was in love. With more than one person. It felt like a punishment to see his crushes almost every day when he couldn't be with them because... Because they're not gay and even if they were, they would make Lando choose only one of them. And Lando didn't want to choose. He loved both of them. Life is unfair. 

Max and Charles have each other, other drivers have girlfriends, and here's Lando, alone. He was happy for the new couple, they deserved to be happy but he wanted to experience it too. Maybe he wanted too much. 

“Can I have something strong, please?” he asked the bartender. He needed something to forget about Charles and Max and his crushes and everything. 

“Sure,” the guy said and started making a surprise drink for Lando. “Long day?” he asked,  seeing Lando's tired face. 

“Hm?” Lando looked at him, not realizing the question first. “Ah, yeah, long day. Very long.”

“I hope this helps,” he handed him the glass of, hopefully, strong drink. 

“Thanks.”

“Ah, Lando, finally!” He heard the familiar voice with a strong Spanish accent. “I thought you disappeared. 

“Yeah, we were looking for you everywhere,” joined another familiar voice, Daniel's. 

Now Lando really wanted to just disappear. This day couldn't have been more painful. Max and Charles dance in the crowd, Lando's two crushes arriving together, looking like a couple but probably just wanting to do straight guy things like finding someone to fuck and forgetting about them the next day. He was tired of doing that, he was tired of pretending. 

“Let's dance, Landito” Carlos murmured in his ear while touching his hand. It made Lando shiver. It wasn't really straight guy-ish from Carlos. 

“Show us your moves, baby,” Daniel joined him on the other side, his hand sliding to Lando's ass, making the boy's heart race in a way it had never raced before. “It's just the beginning of the night.”

Maybe this day wasn't that bad, after all.

[mothmans-wedding-photographer]

Mothman's Buffy Rewatch: Season 2, Episodes 5, 6, and 7 "Reptile Boy", "Halloween" and "Lie to Me"

Reptile Boy

Ok I actually watched this episode last week and forgot to write a post about it lol my bad

Anyway Buffy and Cordelia get drugged! Horrifying!

Damn Giles let Buffy have fun she's fucking 17 and facing death every day

Kind of love Cordelia and Buffy sort of starting a friendship

Is the snake like. A metaphor for dick. Like the club is dangerous because you'll get drugged and then men will take advantage of you with the "snake"?

Especially since its university age men trying to date high schoolers like freaks

And then there's the guy who told buffy not to talk to the snake because she's a woman and then gets the shit beat out of him get fucked shitidiot

I wish he died horribly <3 misogyny is punishable by death if you're a fictional character in my book tbh

Damn they've really been sacrificing women for centuries, i originally thought this was a newer group due to the lack of old people

Halloween

Xander is such a loser lol at least tell Buffy thank you for saving you from getting the lights beat out of him

Cordelia and Angel interactions are so funny to me 😭😭

Honestly I really feel Willow when she feels uncomfortable in revealing clothing. I want to be, but it's hard

Yo Oz and Willow first conversation

Noooo the poor old lady 😭 at least she's fine

Princess Buffy is so silly but kind of annoying and Army Xander is better than real Xander if I'm being honest

I think princess buffy should've had a moment where she accidentally hurt someone or broke something and was surprised and confused because she's just a weak woman (in her words) and she doesn't know she's the slayer

Honestly seeing Buffy like this makes me insanely uncomfortable and I don't know why? I'm just not used to it ig

ETHAN THE GUY GILES HAS BEEF WITH I FORGOT ABOUT HIM

GILES JUST FUCKING PUNCHES HIM I LOVE IT

"Hi honey, I'm home :)" iconic but it also made me think of the song "Honey I'm Home"

Beat his ass Buffy! I love to hate Spike

Oz already being infatuated with Willow is so cute

Tbh I think this was a really cool episode concept in general

Lie to Me

Damn this kid knows stranger danger. Almost wasn't enough to save him though rare Angel W

I kind of love Drusilla she's so

Every time Cordelia opens her mouth in class I become violent

Oh Buffy long lost friend? He's gonna be evil for sure

FORD F-150

Xander and Angel both being threatened by a man who knows Buffy, get a life

Lmfao the lonely ones

"Ours is a forbidden love." Lmfao

Spike possessive moment. I do appreciate when he realizes he's hurt drusilla he apologizes, good boyfriend I guess

Ah man fuck Ford <3 I hope he dies

"I don't deserve to die" yes you do <3

Ain't no way he's calling Buffy out because she didn't know he has a terminal illness when he's about to commit MASS MURDER 😭

Buffy don't apologize he sucks

God everything about this man pisses me off more than the average Buffy villain of the week

I love how much Spike actually cares about Dru

"Uh. Where's the doorknob" his tone was so funny to me

Lol get fucked Ford

NOOO HE DOESNT DESERVE FLOWERS

WAIT THEY ACTUALLY TURNED FORD LMFAO

Ok I understand hes afraid and he has a horrible illness and it's complicated and whatever it's just Everything about him pisses me off so much and I refuse to feel sympathy. Idk it's interesting what horrible circumstances leads people to due though, I think this episode has a lot to think about I'm just a hater

"Lie to me." "Yes, it's terribly simple. The good guys are always stalwart and true, the bad guy are easily distinguished by their pointy horns or black hats, and we always defeat them and save the day. No one ever dies, and everyone loves happily ever after." I'm fucking sobbing this line gets me so hard

[dollyyyhouse]

Belladonna of Sadness

An AU where MC is a disciple of God <3 Mostly angst fanfic with the tiniest bit of smut!! ^^ MC is gender neutral!

CW : Mentions of corruption and abuse in the church! Heavily inspired from Belladonna of Sadness, I advise you to watch it since it is a beautiful movie but be aware of it's content warnings!

"A sky painted amethyst, filled with stars that imitate little fish"; that was how the priest you came across described this so called "heaven". Perhaps to a child, heaven appeared to be a simple concept, and maybe even as if it were an apple on a tree; something they would reach once they learned to climb.

You knew it was nothing like that. Nothing was that simple. You did everything they said for years, yet it seemed like the divine deities above doomed you to purgatory. You followed the word of the Bible, you followed the word of the priest, you repented — what more would they want? What had you done in your past life to deserve such a cruel life?

Questions plagued your mind, questions of this so called "heaven" you devoted most of your life to. At times, it felt like priest only ever used the Bible to their advantage. They preach purity, yet destroy the purity of those around them. They get what they want, and they never want it again.

But, it wasn't like you could just leave the church. You knew nothing of the outside world, all you were good for was your body and prays; said the priest. So, all you could do was fantasize of the world you saw everyday yet knew nothing about. Was it really as evil as the priest and nuns described? To sin was to commit the upmost atrocious crime one could ever do according to the church, but... It wasn't like that would stop you from dreaming of such.

To take pride in yourself, to be selfish for once, to envy someone, to release the anger held in, to make love with one another, to indulge in an abundance of food, and to allow yourself to rest just a little more— what was so bad about that? You wanted to indulge in all of those oh-so-much! Most of all, you wanted to indulge in the lewd acts you'd sometimes hear the younger nuns whispering about.

So, when a man you can only describe as beautiful — no, inhumanly beautiful, suddenly appeared in your dreams and set your heart on fire, you yearned for more. His strawberry blonde hair and glistening eyes, soft hands and slender legs — it seemed like you could recall everything about his physique.

Your heart ached for him, you didn't know if it was love or lust. In the dreamworld, he told you that the two of you would meet again— but you chalked it up to a raunchy dream. No more, no less.

So, on that day, when a slim finger suddenly tapped your shoulder whilst you were praying, never in your wildest dreams would you imagine HE would suddenly appear before you. "I hope I'm not interrupting you," said a soft voice, "I just happened to notice how beautiful you were!" Quickly bowing your head to the crucifix, you turned around to see a man. At first, he appeared blonde due to the fact the sun was drowning him in light, but once your eyes adjusted— his strawberry locks became more noticeable, along with the rest of his face.

"Ah.. don't worry, you caught me right as I finished my prayers." The man... He looked just like the one in your dreams, you suddenly felt that sweet, burning sensation in your chest again. Unable to control the pink tinting the tips of your ears and cheeks, you dug for the handkerchief that was supposed to be in your pocket. Realizing it was no longer there, you quickly scanned the floor.

The man giggled before speaking, "Oh my! Did you lose this?" The strawberry blonde dangled your handkerchief, you quickly grabbed it from him and thanked him. "Thank you for finding this, I apologize for making you have to pick it up in the first place." Before this, you never realized how awkward of a person you were. You didn't have to socialize too much, and you absolutely did not know how to flirt.

The man brushed your cheek with his hand, seemingly admiring your face before tilting your chin upwards to directly meet his gaze. A soft moan slipped past your lips, one of pleasure yet embarrassment. His touch alone set your heart ablaze. "What's your name, Dear?" Regaining the control of your thoughts, you weakly told him your name. "What a beautiful name for a beautiful person! Do you wish to know mine? It'd be lovely to hear you moan it."

His statement caught you off guard, both because of it's sexual innuendo and because you found it rather funny, in a cute way of course. "Yes, I would love to know your name! I'm sure it's just as beautiful as you are!" He traced the outline of your body ever so lightly, his touch was ticklish and caused you to develop small goosebumps. He moved closer, wrapping you in his embrace before whispering something in your ear, "Asmodeus."

"Asmodeus..? Asmodeus." For a moment, it seemed like your brain didn't make the connection to your train of thoughts, but after a second; it clicked. Asmodeus, the Avatar of Lust, once known as the Heavenly Virtue of Chastity. Why.. Why was a man like this in your dreams?! Why was he in the church!? Wrapping your arms around his neck, and burying your face in his neck, you took your turn to speak, "W-Why are you here..? Why were you in my dreams, and why are you in this church?" Asmodeus giggled, this time it seemed a bit more... sinister. "I've watched you for weeks now, I see how you toss and turn in your sleep, and how you moan my name in your dreams. I know that you yearn for sex, and even a look into the outside world. " Ah.. if the priest and nuns got word of this, you'd be crucified!

"What do you want from me?" You were blunt about it, you didn't have much more to say. "The real question is, what do YOU want from ME?" Removing your face from the crook of his neck, you looked up to admire Asmodeus' features. Soft lips, clean skin.. It was hard to not get lost admiring his features. "You know what I want! D-don't make me say it if you already know! I don't know what you are.. and frankly speaking, I feel like my heart is gonna burst out of my chest!" He giggled once again, "You're so cute when you're all riled up like that, I know what you lust for and so do you... so, why don't you just indulge in this moment?"

Asmodeus unzipped your dress, and you allowed it to slide down your body. You dreamed of this moment for what seems like eternity, not wanting to miss out on it— you allowed the demon to remove your undergarments. Asmodeus placed you on the pastor's pulpit, facing you towards the main entrance that was wide open.

You knew where this was going, and you only found pleasure in it. To make love with someone, to see each other in such a vulnerable state.. it was beautiful for you. You knew it was wrong, you turned your back on the gods.. but sometimes, you couldn't help but wonder if they had already turned their back on you.

You accept your fate. Even if you couldn't make it to the gates of heaven, at least you could cherish the memories you made while in your personal purgatory. Why was it so wrong to lust? Why did the church seem to only ever forgive the pastors and priest despite their heinous sins? Why had they hid such lovely feelings?!

Sitting there, still naked while hiding behind the pulpit; you clung onto your clothing. Legs still shaky, and beads of sweat still covering you. The demon was nowhere in sight, was lust supposed to make you so sad? Unsure of whether you yearned for sex, or his love, you began to cry out of frustration. But, you had made up your mind already — you were going to abandon your seraphims in search of a new life; one that would fulfill you. No more corruption hidden by the church, just you discovering what the church so desperately hid from you all these years; in memory of your dance with Asmodeus.

[in-my-loki-feels]

54, 63, 64, 76 (Sweeten The Pot)

54. What’s your favorite part about the fanfiction writing process? Is it cheating to say reader feedback? The writing is already finished then but it really is my favorite part because even if I feel like I did a good job, there's still that last tiny niggling doubt. Hearing from someone who enjoyed what I wrote erases that voice. I think this is why I tend to look for cheerleading or general vibes feedback in a beta reader. I'll take the typos. Just get excited with me. 🥺

63. Something you hate to see in smut. Euphemisms for body parts. I don't think all smut needs to be explicitly spelled out, but if you're going to talk about body parts, commit to a term(s) and use it. This is a band-aid I also had to rip off in my smut-writing journey, but it's also something even professional authors are guilty of. (There's only one exception I can think of and it's a professional romance writer, but the word she used felt true to the period the book was set in and possibly more common for British English.)

64. Something you love to see in smut. FEELINGS. Gimme dat porn with feelings every time! Especially goopy, heart-in-eyes feelings, but I'll take the light-hearted stuff as well. I don't think there's enough fics where partners are just having fun and/or teasing each other during sex.

76. Did you have any ideas that didn’t make the final cut of Sweeten the Pot? 

You mean, aside from all the places I wanted to go after Loki hooks a finger under the harness strap? XD

The ending originally went in a softer direction, before I realized I was channeling more S2 vibes rather than S1. Here's what it originally looked like:

“Ah. Yes.” Loki cleared his throat then made a flourish with his free hand. A moment later, he was holding out the familiar brown coat.  “Thanks.” Mobius snagged it before Loki decided to do something crazy like help him into it. His hand went to the pocket where he’d left the TemPad and he felt the reassuring shape of it. When he looked up, Loki’s lips twitched in a knowing smile. Mobius chuckled again, knowing he’d been caught. He nodded to the harness and dagger. “That has to stay here, I’m afraid.”  “Of course. Can’t have a Loki going around armed, can we now?” His previously light tone carried an edge of bitterness. Mobius regretted the shift in mood. He searched for something to say to smooth Loki’s ruffled feathers.  “More like you don’t need it for protection when we’re at the TVA. When we’re outside it, well…” Mobius shrugged. He couldn’t promise anything, but he knew his meaning was clear by the way Loki brightened. “Come on, let’s get back.”  He took out the TemPad—relieved to see it really was the TemPad and not a decoy—and summoned the Timedoor. Loki retrieved his jacket but didn’t put it on. He gave the library one final, lingering look. Mobius watched and made a mental note to save this memory to his TemPad for easy recall. If they made progress on the case, he saw no reason they couldn’t come back.  For reading, of course. No more lessons in self-defense.  As they turned to leave, Mobius brought his arm up behind Loki out of habit. He glanced to the side and saw the corner of Loki’s mouth had ticked up, just a hair. This was a look Mobius knew, from years of studying Loki variants: Loki was pleased. Mobius ushered Loki through the door and followed, stepping into the Time Theater with a smile of his own.

I loved the idea of them acknowledging without saying anything that something had changed between them, but it didn't feel right for the moments I was setting this between.

Thank you for the ask! <3 (From this game.)

[thehollowprince]

Randomly thinking about The Vampire Diaries, specifically season 4 which was the final season I tuned in for because I was just fed up with the bullshit, and all the wasted potential + just bad writing all around.....

Professor Shane should've been a straight up villain, Thee Big Bad. Make it so he's Silas, no doppelganger shenanigans. Have him be the powerful immortal who is going to unleash Hell on Earth. Giving Michael Langdon from AHS, Amaru from From Dusk til Dawn or Eclipso from Stargirl vibes who's a legitimate threat, the way Dahlia and The Hollow had the Originals running for the hills. Like, if you're gonna have yet another person using and exploiting Bon-Bon, then fully commit and make him a major threat because having him just be some human guy understandably desperate to resurrect his family and then die pitifully was disappointing. Like, have the island give some The Ritual vibes with a deranged cult worshipping Silas picking people off and then it's revealed Shane is Silas.

Season four was... weird.

Like, they started off badly by having Elena become a vampire, thus destroying the whole draw of two idiot vampires fighting over a human who is identical to their shared ex (not weird at all). Add onto that the Hunters plot line and Caroline slowly "falling" for Klaus (gross) and them just having Matt stand around (once again), that by the time we got to Bonnie's plotline that season (more suffering - who'd have guessed?), it was just kind of... boring.

Bonnie started off the season rather strong. At the end of the previous season, she was tapping into Dark Magic. And not Dark as in "I make deals with demons," but Dark as in "everyone else is allowed to use their magic for personal gain without consequences, why can't I?" And the thing is, she wasn't even doing it for personal gain. She was trying to use Dark Magic to save her friend from becoming a vampire, which she didn't want to be. Yet once again, she's punished where no other witch is ever punished.

After that, the Dark Magic was immediately dropped in favor of the Darkest Magic (Expression). And here's where we get into your ask, because it would have made so much more sense to have Shane be Silas, as he was the one teaching her Expression. Shane could have simply been Silas' physical form, an immortal cursed to wander the earth without his power and him needing a powerful witch to help access it. That would have made an infinite amount of more sense than here's this dorky college professor who just so happens to academically know about this powerful form of witchcraft that is so powerful and old and dangerous that all other witches fear to even call it magic, let alone practice it.

He could have very easily tricked her by saying, "Hey, here are these old grimoires that were in your Grams' collection that talk about this old form of magic." He could have thrown out the lure for a Cure, with it just being a fakeout to get them to the island where, like you said, his Cult still worships him and separates the group one by one until he gets Bonnie close enough.

After that, keep the rest of the plot pretty much the same. Katherine impersonates Elena and steals what she thinks is the Cure and have Elena spiral, and Bonnie finally come into her own magically.

The further I get away from when I first watched TVD, the more I realize how crappy all the writing and story was.