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[thelostconsultant]

Not a gold digger

pairing: Max Verstappen x reader

summary: Fans think you only want Max's money. But as it turns out, you were wealthy before he came into your life--you just don't make it obvious.

warnings: No smut, but there's a part that makes me say MDNI.

note: So... I'm kinda back? Idk, I'll see if I'll stick around.

The toxicity of the fandom was becoming quite entertaining, really. It was the third time since you and Max had made your relationship public half a year ago that someone started an anti gold digger campaign to protect your boyfriend. They truly believed they were doing this for a greater good, and they all begged Max for his attention.

It always began after they sniffed out he had given you something expensive as a gift or took you shopping to a luxury boutique. While there were some people who tried to protect you by pointing out that maybe he enjoyed showering you with gifts, the rest didn't care about that. 

You lived in a small apartment back home, you were driving a five years old Renault SUV, and no one knew what you did for a living. This was enough to enrage them and make them believe all you wanted was Max's money at the end of the day. Just think about the way she's looking at him, one of them wrote about two months ago, she's so clearly not in love with him. Poor Max, someone please save him. 

Ridiculous.

“Is everything okay?” he asked when he got home and kissed the top of your head. 

You were sitting in his sim rig, using the time while it was free to practice, because you wanted to play with him when you weren't here together, and he was more than happy to show you the basics. “Someone started another campaign to cancel me,” you replied casually as you got out with his help. 

Even when you were standing in front of him, he didn't let go of your hand, instead he raised it to his lips to place a soft kiss on its back. “Gold digging?” You nodded with a sad look on your face, but less than five seconds later you were both laughing. “Look, I know you're having way too much fun with this, but–”

Without waiting for him to finish, you raised your hand to make him stop. “I'm not stepping out of the shadows, Max. I've been hiding for years, even fucking Forbes doesn't know my real name or face,” you told him.

Back in the old days, when Bitcoin appeared, your geeky uncle had gotten into mining and trading it. He knew the potential, so he put most of his savings into buying them, then he held onto them, and by the time he got sick years later, he knew they were valuable and would be worth a lot more in the upcoming years. In his will, he left his savings and his wallet to you, giving you the chance to use them as you wished since you had learned everything about crypto from him.

So now you had Bitcoin as well as old fashioned investments, and you had used your money to help out an up-and-coming tech company for a forty percent share, and it was later sold to a tech giant for a lot of money. But despite your wealth, you chose to stay under the radar, because you loved your small apartment, and you weren't about to trade it for some fancy penthouse. 

You had met Max the year before in Las Vegas. F1 was a sport you watched with your uncle while he was still alive, and you were hell-bent on getting a VIP pass for the weekend. If you asked your boyfriend, he would say it was love at first sight, but in reality he was just annoyed by you. For a solid ten seconds, he would correct you every time you talked about it.

You agreed that you would hide in Max's apartment until this latest campaign died down, which gave you some time to spend together in peace. Every now and then you checked the tags to see how things were going, and after the silence of the past few days, today your name was trending again. Ready to have a good laugh, you opened the tag, but the most popular post gave you a minor stroke.

“Oh, fuck me,” you yelled as you launched your phone into the couch.

Max pulled the headset down to his neck as he looked over at you. “Is everything okay?” You raised your finger to your lips as if you wanted him to stay quiet, but luckily he got the message. “I'm muted. So?”

You grabbed your phone and went over to him. “They know. One of those idiots from the company I helped back in the day posted a tweet to protect me, saying that if it wasn't for me being an angel investor, they wouldn't be millionaires now,” you summarized as you gave him the device.

He scrolled through a series of tweets, and found a post from a journalist of Forbes in which he promised a proper investigative piece based on this info. He handed you the phone, then wrapped an arm around your waist. “It's okay, schatje. I know that's not what you wanted, but maybe they'll stop with the recurring hate campaign now,” he tried. “And if you’re worried about the article… Don’t be. There is nothing compromising about you. Yes, you inherited the money, but you have proven you know what to do with it.”

“Maybe you’re right,” you admitted with a sigh. 

“I’m usually right. C’mere,” he said as he reached out to pull you closer, but you glanced over at the camera. Rolling his eyes, he quickly turned it off, then gave you an expectant look. “Will you hug me now? And I want a kiss too.”

With a laugh, you leaned down to wrap your arms around his neck and gave him a soft kiss. But he wanted more, his hand slowly sneaked under your shorts, his fingers running over your clothed cunt before he decided to pull your panties aside and dip a finger between your folds. You moaned into the kiss, but he pulled away a second later to lick his finger clean. 

Shaking your head with a chuckle, you patted his shoulder and walked back to the couch. You could feel Max’s eyes on you the whole time, and when you looked at him again, he flashed a devilish smile at you. “I should quit the stream. Now that I had a taste, I want more,” he told you. 

“I’m not going anywhere, just try to be patient.”

He looked back at the screen, then put the headset back on his head and unmuted his mic. “Sorry, I have to go. See you next time,” he told the others, then logged out. You couldn’t remember the last time he left the sim rig this fast, and only a few seconds later he was kneeling in front of you, eagerly reaching up to pull your shorts off you.

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f1gossips: Breaking news! Turns out Max Verstappen's girlfriend isn't a gold digger after all as she has her own fortune according to the investigative article published by Forbes. Will the fans apologize?

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user2: And here I was, thinking she's just a greedy airhead...

user3: Easy to be wealthy with your uncle's money.

↳ user4: Have you read the whole thing? She invested the money and helped out several startups--that later became pretty successful--as an angel investor. Yes, maybe she inherited a lot of money, but she knows what to do with it.

↳ user5: May I remind you how many F1 drivers started their careers with their families's money?

user6: Told you she wasn't a gold digger. Suck it, haters.

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maxverstappen1: If you don't buy your girlfriend gifts every once in a while, you're a bad boyfriend. I love to spoil her, it's not a crime. I love her, I'm proud of her, and you can send us as much hate as you want, it will only make us stronger.

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yourusername: I'd be perfectly fine without the gifts, I already told you.

↳ maxverstappen1: I don't care.

landonorris: You're absolutely right!

↳ maxverstappen1: You're single, how would you know?

↳ landonorris: Just FYI, I've been in relationships before.

danielricciardo: You're so disgustingly smitten with her. (I love you both.)

[leafofkudzu]

Happy soon-to-be Spring, everyone! I hope this short month has treated you well, because the first Saturday of March is approaching fast, meaning it's time for another art party hosted by my guild, Verdant Shield [VS]! I ran some numbers and realized we've only had one party in charr lands, so it's time to rectify that imbalance over at the coziest little guild trek target, Anya's Strawberry Patch in Diessa Plateau!

For those who aren’t familiar with art parties, they’re a concept carried over from Final Fantasy XIV - in-game get-togethers for artists/writers/creatives of all types to hang out, chat, and create together! Get your favorite character/look together, head to the location, find someone that catches your eye, and create! Afterwards, everyone posts their creations in a shared tag (ours is #VSArtParty) so others can see, interact, and share! Tl;dr: the ‘goal’ of an art party isn’t to be drawn, but to draw others, and share with the community!

Time and /squadjoin information is under the cut, but will also be posted again via reblogs as the squads go up on the day of the party!

Location Information:

Anya's Strawberry Patch isn't a PoI on a map, but it is a guild trek target, which means the wiki has a reference on how to get over there. To save you a click, it's a little jumping puzzle to get into a pipe behind the Town of Nolan in Diessa Plateau (take Nolan Waypoint), but if you have a mount you can just go directly to the pipe without having to do any fancy footwork. Pass through that and it'll spit you out basically right on top of the party location! I'll be marking the pipe entrance via squad markers like in the below image, so if you can't find it just hop into squad and it should light right up!

Time & Squad Details:

As we always do, we’ll be having two parties - one on EU servers and one on NA ones - with an hour break in between. People tend to arrive early and/or jump between accounts as soon as the break comes up, so don’t be surprised to see tags and announcements going up ahead of schedule!

The first party will be on EU servers and begin at 9pm Central European Time (aka 3pm Eastern Standard Time or 4 hours before in-game reset). I’ll be hosting on my EU alt account, so to join either /squadjoin or whisper Stormcaller Nell for an invite.

The second party will be on NA servers and begin at 7pm Eastern Standard Time (aka 1am Central European Time or at in-game reset). I’ll be hosting this one on my main account, so to join either /squadjoin or whisper Lorn Dustpaw for an invite.

Closing Words:

Sorry for the delay in getting this post out, I've been away on a trip and just got back! I also may have spent more time than I should have trying to decide which character(s) I wanted to host with - I'm jealous of you guys who do character polls leading up to things. :P

Anyway, I say this every time but really truly thank you everyone who comes out to these, you guys are what makes these things fun! I look forward to seeing you all on Saturday, take care and see you soon! ♥

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Safest with You (Ch. 13 - The Birthday)

6.1K / Modern AU Retired Mob Enforcer!Din Djarin x fem!reader

Summary: You and Din attend Boba Fett’s birthday gala.

Warnings: Brief description of violence (I won't tag it to avoid spoilers, but the action happens within the chapter and isn't an past incident being described), brief description of blood/wound (nothing explicit or too descriptive), fluff, established relationship, pet names as usual (pretty bird, baby, sweetheart, etc.), reader is described as shorter than Din and he lifts her off her feet once.

A/N: I made the title picture and did my best to crop and filter the dress so that it remains as inclusive as possible. As a new writer, being inclusive with the written word isn't something I have very much practice with, but much like writing smut, in order to get better, I will have to practice. I'm trying to be more mindful (ex. avoiding blushing) and it is my intention to go back and edit previous chapters to be more inclusive; at the very least, I'll be tagging more descriptions if needed. Thanks for being patient with me as I learn and improve and as always for reading!

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"How are you single?"

It’s not a serious question; you and Din have already shared your respective dating histories, including lessons of love lost, lessons learned, hopes renewed.  You pose the question, completely unserious, an enthusiastic response to his suggestion that the two of you turn on the Korean dating show that you had been watching at the nail salon.  You and Lala had gone to get your nails done after brunch, and Din stopped by to pick you up, bringing both you and Lala, and your manicurist, coffees.  He patiently sat next to you as Mary polished your tips, and you and Lala chatted while watching the foreign language reality show the salon had selected.  From the corner of your eye, you noticed that Din had become engrossed in the show as well, but never said anything.  Apparently, since leaving the salon mid-episode, you’ve both been equally eager to find out who the contestants chose for their “Paradise” dates.

“Just your luck, I guess,” he quips, planting a quick kiss on your nose as you unlock your front door. 

Al looks up from the couch as you come in, and deducing that you’re coming his way, decides he doesn’t need to dignify getting up for pets.  Flopping down on the couch and vigorously rubbing your dog’s head, you turn on the TV and scroll to the part of the episode you were watching when your nail appointment ended.

Din throws his arm around you so he can give Al some scritches as well, and says, nonchalantly, “And I suppose there hasn’t been anyone that I thought would pass Boba’s inspection.”

“Boba’s inspection?” you exclaim, aghast.

“Well, no, not like an inspection, more like he likes to meet the people dating… well, really anyone in the family, to see if it’s a good… fit,” his voice trailing off at the end when he sees the horrified look on your face.

“I have to get a mob boss’ permission to date my boyfriend??!?!” 

“I wouldn’t call it ‘permission’.”

You look pointedly at Din, “So like, his… approval?”

Din tries a different tactic, “I don’t know why you’re worried, pretty bird.  How could he not love you?  You’ll pass with flying colours.”

“Pass??! Is there a date set for this test?”

“… no?”

Sitting up straight, you tilt your head in annoyance, “Din Djarin.”

“Well, I was going to ask if you wanted to be my date to Boba’s birthday party gala in two weeks.  It’s a big event, hundreds of people are invited, very formal, very fancy.  I thought it might be a nice time for the two of you to meet.”

You don’t say anything, mind already swimming with anxiety.

“There will be dancing.  Lots of dancing,” Din pokes at you, “and it’s a white party, so maybe you might like it if I took you shopping for a new dress?”

You make a silly face at Din, because you know he already expects your response, “No, no, I can pay for my own dress, Din.  It’s formal… like black tie?”

Din can see your brain already switching to planning mode, “Yes, I think that’s what it’s called?  I have to wear a white tuxedo jacket and a black bow tie.”

“Have to?”

“Yes, Fennec had a meeting with all the Mandos about dress code yesterday,” grimaces Din, “Just because you’re working the event doesn’t mean you will look like staff.”

You giggle.  Din’s told you about Fennec Shand before; Boba had saved her from the brink of death after some coward shot her point blank in the stomach after a mugging.  Boba had also tracked down the punk and made him pay tenfold while she was still in the hospital recovering from surgery; a surgery that Boba paid for.  Once fully recovered, Fennec declared her intention to fulfill what she considered a blood debt, and became Boba’s right-hand woman as he rose to power.  Fiercely loyal with a strategic mind that rivaled most army generals, she was the decisive and fearsome consigliere that Boba needed.  She was also secretly, his wife.  Din told you in confidence that Boba and Fennec had quietly fallen in love and married years ago, though few knew about it.   Din only knew because his father had been the witness at the courthouse nuptials.  Outwardly, they maintained the stoic, no nonsense appearance of boss and advisor for their own privacy and also for their protection, removing the temptation for anyone to use their relationship against them. 

You have to admit, you’re sort of curious to see this dynamic for yourself.  And the prospect of seeing Din in a tux holds its own special appeal. “Ok, let me see if any of the girls want to go dress shopping with me on Wednesday,” you pick up your phone and start typing as Din presses a loving kiss to your head.

You step out of the cab in front of the Coruscant Plaza Hotel, careful to gather the skirts of your dress so you don’t step on them as you make your way to the carpeted entrance of the hotel.  As your heels touch the covered staircase, you drop the fabric and let the soft satin pool at your feet and flow outward as you walk towards the host at the podium.  You give a little wave to Paz who’s standing sentry at the door before handing your invitation over to the man checking your name off the guest list; he uses a blacklight to reveal the invisible bar code on the back and scans it to finish your check in before welcoming you to the party.  You immediately bound up the rest of the stairs to hug Paz.

“Looking good, Lil’ Lady,” says Paz, as he envelopes you in a big bear hug.

“Same, same to you,” you grin. 

Due to the importance and scale of tonight’s event, Din’s help with security was required and you weren’t able to arrive together; in fact, you haven’t seen him all day, so by now, you’re vibrating with excitement to see him all dressed up, and for him to see you in your dress.  Paz nudges you gently and whispers, “Turn right at the front desk and he’ll be in the big ballroom at the end of the hall.” 

You give him a quick peck on the cheek as thanks, and tell him you’ll see him later as you head in.  The lobby of the hotel is filled with people, all dressed beautifully and very on theme: the women in elegant and expensive looking white outfits and adorned with bright, sparkling accessories, the men all very dashing in white formalwear.  You yourself have on a minimalist white satin gown, with a wide off the shoulder cuffed neckline; the pleating around the middle flatters your waistline before flaring out elegantly into a full skirt.  The skirt is free flowing and light, concealing your favourite part: a mid-thigh slit that runs up the middle front; only on display when you’re moving swiftly, say, when dancing.  It’s actually a wedding dress, but you won’t tell Din that.  After describing to the girls what you were imagining for a dress, Rory had told you to just come down to her work as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, which in retrospect, it probably was.  No one aside from her closest friends and co-workers would be able to guess that the gruff and intimidating Rory was actually an incredibly successful bridal consultant, one of the most sought after in the city, in fact.  Just from listening to you detail what you wanted once, she was able to pull the exact dress you’re wearing tonight from the rack, get you in for a fitting the next day, with the alterations done within the week.  When you told Rory she was your hero, she had brushed it off like it was nothing, which to her it probably was; but to you, this dress is everything.

Din spots you before you spot him, such is the advantage of having the high ground.  The ballroom is grand, easily accommodating a thousand people; half the room has been set-up with round dining tables with opulent centre pieces and fine dinnerware, ready for the guests to feast.  The remaining half is left open for stand-up cocktails and schmoozing and for dancing later; at this end of the room there is live band playing light jazz at the base of a double staircase that leads up to the second floor.  These symmetrical staircases connect at an elegantly railed landing that serves as the entry point for the second-floor mezzanine balcony that encircles and overlooks all of the ballroom below.  It’s on this landing that Din currently stands, chatting with Boba, Fennec, Poe and his wife Lisa; Woves and Brian stand guard a little further behind, and although out of sight, Bo and Santos are also on the mezzanine, ensuring that no one tries to come in via the locked second floor entrance.  From this vantage point, Boba can see everyone who comes in, who they’re with, and who they’re talking to, which is of course, the point. 

When Din sees you, he feels the breath knocked out of his lungs by how stylish and stunning you look; to him, you're easily the most beautiful the woman in the room.  He watches you stride effortlessly across the ballroom floor like you’re used to attending grand events every day, your dress floating around you in an almost dreamlike fashion, turning heads as you go by.  The dress fits you perfectly.  Your alluring curves accentuated by the garment’s simple design, enticing him even though you’re not showing much skin; save for the flash of leg that peeks out through a high slit that he’s only now noticing as you move through the crowd scanning for him.  He can’t take his eyes off of you.

“Go to her and bring her up here with us,” says Boba, a knowing smile at seeing Din so awestruck.  Din is gratified by Boba’s request, bringing a non-family member up to the private gathering normally a security risk he himself would advise against; Boba’s invitation is an extension of his trust and love for Din, and how eager he is to meet the woman Din is clearly besotted with.  Just as Din heads down to collect you, you’re turning your pretty face up and smiling at the group.  Poe has been waving enthusiastically, both of his arms gesturing wildly over his head, and you had caught the movement out of the corner of your eye, leading you to look to the top of the staircase.  But it’s Din that holds your attention once you spot him. 

He's wearing a white tuxedo jacket that’s fitted to his frame perfectly, sharply hugging his broad shoulders and hard chest.  As dashing as this jacket and his pressed black dress pants make him look, it’s really his tousled curly hair falling across his forehead and slightly askew black bow tie that have you forgetting how to breathe for a moment.  He’s a fucking dreamboat.  When you make eye contact, a devastating smile spreads across his face, framed handsomely by his salt and pepper scruff.  You don’t care how it looks to the dignified guests that are milling around the ballroom, you gather your skirts to pick the fabric off the ground and make hurry towards the staircase, so eager to be with him.  Din sees you break out into a semi-jog and quickens his steps down the stairs to meet you, not wanting to wait a second longer than necessary to feel you in his arms. 

You meet just two steps away from the bottom of the stairs, your arms flying up around Din’s neck, his hands meeting your waist; you’re lifted slightly as he gives you a little twirl before setting you down gently and pressing his lips to yours, “You look beautiful, pretty bird.”  You beam at him and place both your hands on the sides of his face, running your thumbs through his facial hair that you love so much, “You’re a total knockout, Din.”  He blushes a little at your compliment.  Holding one of your hands above your head, he gives you a little spin, accompanied by a low whistle before offering up his arm for you to hold, “You’ve been invited up.  Are you ready to meet Boba?”

A look of sheer panic flashes over your face before you take a deep breathe, compose yourself and take Din’s arm; he places his hand over yours and walks you up the stairs.  You whisper, “What happens if he doesn’t like me?  Do we have to break-up?”

“Yes,” Din whispers back, grinning.

You punch him in the shoulder with your free hand, and he laughs loudly but drops his voice to reassure you, “You don’t have anything to worry about, he’ll love you.  I love you.  Poe loves you.  Look, he’s talking you up right now.”

You look up in horror, “I’m doomed.”  Din leans over to kiss you and the two of you share a chuckle in this final private moment before reaching the landing.

Din makes the introductions and you shake hands with everyone except Poe who gives you a big hug; you try not to let his hug linger and give his wife what you hope is a friendly smile. 

Boba is… impressive. 

Size wise, he’s shorter than Din, roughly the same height as Poe, but he’s… solid.  Built like a rugby player; you can tell he’s a wall of muscle under his tuxedo and he has the presence of a man who dominates and commands.  More than that, he exudes a quiet but authoritative charisma and carries himself like a man that’s listened to.  What strikes you the most though is the resting expression of his face.  He seems weathered.  Experienced.  And his eyes are wise but not unkind.  When his face finally changes, it’s to an expression of curiosity, which shouldn’t seem intimidating, but somehow is.  Like he’s studying you, trying to find the answer to a question you didn't know was asked, and you somehow know that whatever answer he arrives at will be acknowledged as truth.  The thing about Boba that makes you the most nervous though, is not any of this, and not even that he’s a mob boss (something you don’t think you really understand anyways), but it’s that he is a father-like figure to Din.  This is a man who helped raised Din.  He trusts Din and Din trusts him.  He’s a big part of who Din is today.  And yet, these very same thoughts are also the ones that calm you, and immediately endear him to you. 

With a rush of warmth towards the man, you wish Boba a very happy birthday, and shyly produce a small gift box from your purse, no bigger than a ring box.  Din is surprised, as is Boba; gifts aren’t expected from guests, but when they are given (and many do give), they’re usually opulent and extravagant, often monetary in nature.  Din didn’t know you had prepared anything.  Amused, Boba lifts the lid of the box and pulls out a small jade figurine. 

“Din told me that you rescue pit bulls, so I had this carved from some jade that I’ve held on to for something special.  Some say jade protects and heals, promotes balance and harmony, so I thought it might be nice for your birthday,” you finish, uncharacteristically timid.  Din is looking at you with astonishment and something close to veneration.

Boba holds up the little dog figurine to the light and admires it; Fennec leans over to look at it too and says, almost with wonder, “Looks like Mochi.”

“It really does.”

You nod, “Din showed me a picture of your dogs.  Mochi is the littlest one?  The white one?  I asked them to use him as reference.”

“Mochi is the smallest, but he’s been with me the longest,” says Boba fondly, “Took him out of a fighting pit myself.  Scrappy little guy.  Total love bug.”

Boba looks at the carving wistfully for a moment longer before placing it gently back in the small box and placing it in his pocket; his eyes are bit shiny when he holds out his arms to you, “Thank you, my dear.  I love it.”  You look over Boba’s shoulder as you embrace him and see Din smiling brightly at you.  Boba invites you stay on the landing with the group, and you find yourself becoming more and more charmed by the man.  He asks you about Al, Din clearly having shared some information about you, and you bond further over your mutual love of dogs.  He takes great joy in pointing out interesting guests filtering into the ballroom below; you’re dizzy from the caliber of the guests: there’s the mayor and several city council members, the chief of police, bankers, partners from big law and financial firms (Do you see your boss’ boss’ boss?!), several members of the city’s professional baseball and hockey teams, and you think you even catch a glimpse of a few pop stars.  Poe has stories about every notable guest and regales your group non-stop so you’re all laughing, even Lisa. 

When it grows close to the dinner hour, Boba sees Paz standing at the foot of the stairs and announces that it’s time for him to go down and hobnob with a few guests before food service starts; as he, Poe, and Din move to descend to the main floor, Din places his hands gently on your face and leans in to tenderly kiss you, letting you know he has to go with Boba, and asks if you’re okay to stay here with Lisa.  You nod, just now remembering that Din is working tonight. 

You and Lisa chat amiably as the men weave through the crowd, Boba glad handling guests and making everyone feel welcome.  When you feel like she’s warming up to you a bit, you tell Lisa how nervous you were to meet Boba, and her expression softens, “You’re doing totally fine, hun.  Honestly, when he saw Din running down to you, it was a done deal.  Boba loves Din like a son.  Poe loves him like a brother.  We haven’t seen Din this happy in a long time.”  You smile gratefully at her, feeling yourself getting emotional.  This cinches it for Lisa and she decides to take you under her wing, pointing out some of the other guests the men hadn’t mentioned earlier and giving you the tea on the whose who of the family, how they’re related, if they’re related, past and present petty feuds, and tidbits of any scandal.  You’re having so much fun, the two of you gossiping and giggling like old schoolmates, you don’t even notice that Din has returned until his strong arms wrap around your waist and his scruff is tickling you behind your ear as he presses a gentle kiss to your temple.

“Come on, pretty bird, it’s time to eat.”

You turn to head down the stairs, but Din chuckles and takes your hand, leading you towards the mezzanine, “You eat up here with us, baby.”

Hidden second floor doors are opened to reveal several large but intimately set rooms, all interconnected, each hosting beautifully set dining tables and fully staffed bars.  People that you assume are close friends of Boba or somehow part of the Fett family (you try very hard to correctly recall the details of everything Lisa shared with you) file in and greet each other like old friends before selecting their seats.  Boba holds court at a large table at the centre of the room you’re in, laughing joyously and raising his glass over and over as Fennec sits poker-faced by his side.  You sit at a table with Din, Poe, Lisa, Paz and a few guys that Poe seems to know well.  Always appreciative of a familiar face, you wave when you see the other Mandos standing guard, or filtering in and out the rooms and between tables, and you hope they get a chance to eat too.  The food is incredible, Boba truly spared no expense; delicious plates of appetizers, salad, pasta, grilled meats, seafood keep appearing, a never-ending parade of delicacies.  When you see poor Jimmy practically drooling at the T-bone that Poe leaves untouched on his plate, you take to buttering some bread and slipping the rolls to the Mandos that walk by.  Dinner is lovely, the company and conversation is lively; you really couldn’t feel more comfortable, especially with Din non-stop doting on you. 

When the main dinner service is finished and the dessert carts start making their rounds, you hear the music downstairs kick up in volume and finally, the hungry Mandos take turns sitting down at your table shoveling food into their mouths from plates piled high.  The atmosphere is relaxed, the mood of everyone in these private rooms is festive and merry, though lowkey compared to the wild sounds of partying you can hear floating up from below.  Full and proud of yourself for having not spilled on your white dress, you’re tapping your spoon on the top of your crème brulé when you feel, rather than see Din stiffen next to you; the hand that had found the slit of your dress, pressing down on your thigh where it had been casually resting.

“Pretty bird, get down,” he whispers.  To your eye, there’s nothing amiss with the scene, you see a few people standing around the room chatting, drinks in hand.  Several people are at the bar, others lounging back in their chairs or milling in between rooms.  Everyone is smiling and looking like they’re having a great time… wait, not everyone…

You slide off your chair down to your knees the second that Din requests, never questioning him, and he immediately yells, “GET DOWN!” Din and Paz stand in unison and move as one unit, years of partnership and trust kicking in as they wordlessly communicate where the danger is and what needs to be done.  Every Mando in the room moves a split second later, following their fearless leaders in flawlessly executing maneuvers to identify, subdue, protect without any verbal commands to do so.  Paz heads straight for Boba, with Jimmy, Woves and Bo following; the shooter gets one shot off just as Paz tackles him to the ground, puts up a futile effort to wrestle for the gun before the submitting to the Mandos that pin him to the ground.  The second shooter doesn’t even get that far, not even raising his arm to shoot before Din takes him out from behind; Din’s elbows and fists make quick work of the intruder, bringing him crashing to his knees before Din’s strength forces him to release the gun with a yelp.  Din swiftly kicks the gun away before restraining the gunman on the floor, knee on his back, arms held and secured.  The whole thing is over in a manner of seconds, no one screams and the party downstairs doesn’t even register the gunshot, music still playing loud and uninterrupted.

Din looks over at you, panting as he pulls the offender to his feet; you give Din a little nod and what you hope are soft eyes to let him know you’re okay.  You see the relief in his eyes before he starts to haul the struggling man out of the room, following Paz and the other Mandos.  You’ve never seen him in action before and frankly… it was extraordinary.  Sure, you’ve seen Din spar in the ring at the gym, but that was nothing compared to the display of speed, determination and force that you just saw.  The way he knew exactly what to do and wasted no movement, every strike and application of strength purposeful and effective, and even the way he sensed that something was wrong before anyone else did, you can see why Din had been Boba’s top enforcer for so many years.  You find yourself filled with awe and pride.

After helping Lisa to her feet and leaving her with an amped up Poe, you hurry over to Boba’s side when you see a red stain blossoming on his upper left shirt sleeve, “Are you okay?”

“Don’t worry, dear.  It’s just a scratch,” he smiles when he sees your dubious look.

Fennec reappears with a first aid kit in her hand, but doesn’t sit or open the kit.

“You can go with the Mandos, I know you want to,” says Boba softly.

Fennec hesitates, eyes shifting between Boba’s arm and the doorway through which the Mandos had dragged the would-be assassins, torn.

You hold out your hands for the kit and volunteer supportively, “I can help.”

Boba gives Fennec a small nod, and she cautiously hands you the first aid kit before leaving to join the Mandos.

Opening the kit to see what you’re working with, you say to Boba with a little bit of embarrassment, “I think we’ll have to get that arm out of your shirt.”

To your surprise, Boba nods and then proceeds to rip the sleeve clean off of his shirt with his other hand, leaving his bleeding arm bare.

“Well, I guess that’s one way to do it,” you chuckle.  Finding an unused dinner napkin still folded in its pretty crown shape, you wet it with water from the pitcher on the table.  “I’m just going to clean away all the blood first, sorry if it stings,” you say as you hold up the cloth to Boba’s arm.

“No worries, darling girl. I’ve had worse.”

“Oh, I bet.  Are people always trying to kill you?” you ask in what you hope is a teasing voice.

“Probably.  But the Mandos don’t let usually them get this close,” ponders Boba, “Din and Paz have trained them very well.”  You smile at this, and when Boba sees the proud look you have on your face, he smiles back too, “Whoever did this took advantage of the party, the crowd, everyone having a good time.”  You nod as you lean back to survey the wound now that all the excess blood has been cleaned off.  It’s not too bad, a graze, really.  A deep graze, but it doesn’t look like it needs stitches.  It needs a good cleaning, some pressure and then you think a thick covering of gauze should stop it from bleeding through to Boba’s white dinner jacket.  You let Boba know the game plan as you open an antiseptic wipe, “This is going to sting for sure.”

“I’ll be fine, thank you.  You’re quite adept at this.  Does Din have you stitch him up?”

Lightly laughing, you shake your head, “No, he doesn’t really like me to see him hurt.  I think he thinks I have a tender heart.”

Nodding with an air of understanding, Boba says gently, “I think you do.  That’s what makes you a good match for the boy.  He doesn’t look it, but Din has a tender heart, too.”

You look up at him and beam at that, “He really does.  I feel like he’s always taking care of other people.  He takes such good care of me.  I’m still getting used to it, to be honest.”  You finish with the wipe and open a large-size sterile gauze pad to place over the wound, “Put some pressure on that please.”

While you wait for the bleeding to stop, you look around the room.  It’s fairly empty now; most of the Mandos left earlier of course, leaving only a few still standing guard (Brian, Woves, Iggy), but the remainder of the guests seemed to have filtered out as well, putting some distance between themselves and the incident, rejoining the party that you can hear is still in full swing.

“Do you really think I’m a good match for Din?”  You’re not sure why you’re asking a man you barely know for his opinion on your relationship, except that you know this man means a great deal to the man that you love.

Boba looks thoughtful at your question, “Din’s a natural leader, he’s strategic, good at understanding the nature of people and seeing the big picture.  In our line of business, this can be an asset but also spell trouble, or at least lead to people handling power very poorly.  But not Din, he never sought power.  Too selfless.  He’s always put family first, and understood that being the head of the pack just means taking care of the pack.  Not a lot of men would have given up their position in an organization like ours to take care of their father, but for Din it was a no brainer – he’s always taking care of others." 

"His father and I used to always worry if it was possible for Din to meet someone who was just as selfless as him, who would take care of him equally and ease some of the burden he takes upon himself being responsible for so many others – or if he would ultimately settle for quite happily taking care of his partner like he does so many others.”

You can’t help it, a few tears prick the corner of your eyes.  Yes, Boba is describing your Din to a T; your Din, always being the giver, the caretaker, the protector, and not expecting or requiring the same treatment back.  A tear escapes and rolls down your face and you look down to brush it away quickly under the guise of looking through the first aid kit for the gauze wrap.

When you look back at Boba to remove his hand from his wound, he’s smiling at you and your poor attempt to conceal your emotions, “Yes, I think you’re the former.  Yes, I think you’re a good match for him.”

Welp, that does it.  Your tears spill over, fast and overflowing so that you cannot wipe them away quickly enough while pressing a new pad to the wound and wrapping it to Boba’s arm with the gauze roll.  So you don’t.  You just smile softly while focusing your attention on dressing Boba’s wound, letting the tears slow and fall more gently down your cheeks. “Thank you,” you say in a quiet voice.

“No, thank you,” returns the older man, just as quietly and you know he means for more than bandaging him up.

You’re just securing the ends of the gauze when Din bursts back into the room; he must have been expecting a different scene than what he comes upon, because he instantly relaxes when he takes in the quiet room, only to become alarmed at the sight of your tear-stained cheeks.

“What’s the matter, pretty bird?”  Din looks so concerned as he kneels down beside you, you can’t help as a few more tears fall at the sight of him being so caring and protective, exemplifying what you and Boba had just been discussing.  You try to give him a reassuring smile, “Everything is fine.  Well maybe not Boba’s arm, but it should be soon.”  Din looks up to find the mob boss giving him a similar smile, “What do you have for me?”

Din stands up and leans in to whisper into Boba’s ear.  You don’t hear what he says, but you catch Boba muttering, “Crymorah?” while furrowing his brow in confusion.  Din steps back when he’s done, “Fennec’s still in there.  They’re ready for you.”

Boba gets up and you do as well, instinctively you grab his tuxedo jacket from the back of his chair and hold it up for him; he slips it on easily, though you can tell it’s not without some pain.

He pulls his lapels taught and puffs his chests out, looking at you, “How do I look, my dear?”

He’s trying to make you laugh, and it’s working, “Absolutely ferocious.  Blood-thirsty.  Not at all shot.”  Your eyes shining with mischief.

“Perfect.”  Boba gives your arm a little squeeze, then nods to Din, “You two go back and enjoy the remainder of the party.  Keep an eye on the perimeter, and let anyone know who’s asking that I’ll be out to rejoin the party in 20 minutes.  And above all… have fun.”  After Boba exits with Woves and Brian, Din sweeps you up into his arms and rests his head against your forehead, “Are you really okay, baby?  Why are you crying?”

You tell the truth, “Boba and I were just talking about what a good guy you are.”

“A mob boss telling my girlfriend that his former head enforcer is a good guy?  I don’t know if that’s a reliable source,” jokes Din.

“I dunno,” you say, unable to bite back a grin, “he seems like one of those trustworthy mob bosses.”

“You like him,” Din marvels.

“I do.  He’s kind.  Like you,” you smile adoringly up at Din as the two of you start to head back to the party.

Before you descend the stairs, Din turns you towards him, placing his hands affectionately on either side of your face and leans in so you can hear him over the music, “Pretty bird, how are you feeling about what happened?  I know you must have been scared.”

You close your eyes and tilt your head up for a kiss, which Din happily obliges.  When you open your eyes, you’re nothing but honest, “I think I should have been.  But I wasn’t really.  You told me to get down, you took care of me and even though I didn’t know what was happening, I knew I was safe because you were there.  Din.  You were incredible.  How did you move so fast?  And you took care of that guy like it was nothing.  He never even stood a chance.”

Din blushes at your praise, and rubs his hand on the back of his neck, bashful, “Was lucky.  Don’t move as fast as I used to.”

You won’t let him have any of that, “Luck had nothing to do with it.  You were in total control of the situation the moment you sensed something was up.  You were… magnificent, Din.” You exhale and look at him with admiration your eyes.  Din feels overcome, your praise means everything – even though you had an idea of what he did as a Mando, he had secretly feared that you would recoil from the type of violence he saw regularly if you were to ever encounter it yourself, or worse, recoil from him if you saw him inflict it.  But here you are, telling him he makes you feel safe and not letting him brush over his capabilities and skill.  He pulls you in for a deep kiss, not ever wanting to part his lips from yours, imploring you to open your mouth to his so he can show his appreciation for you, and how you understand and love all of him, through the way his tongue worships you.

*Woooooooooo!!*

Breaking apart, you look down to see Poe and Lisa grinning up at you from the bottom of the stairs, Poe cheering and Lisa waving her hands at the two of you to come down and join the party.  Laughing, you and Din readily join in the fun and dance to the fast tempo number and the next and next, the incident upstairs pushed to the back of your mind.

Later, after Boba has come down to rejoin the party, and Fennec and the Mandos having reappeared to mill around the perimeter of the ballroom, you sway in Din’s arms to a slow song, tired; Din whispers in your ear, “See, told you Boba would love you.  Everyone loves you.”

“Not everyone,” you murmur.

“Oh really?  Name one person who doesn’t like you.”

“Ummm… that guy in the grey suit who spilled coffee all over himself at the coffeeshop the day we met.”

“Hmmm yeah, ok, that guy.  You know, if I ever see that guy again…”

You rest your chin on his chest and look up at Din, eyes twinkling.

“…I’m going to buy him a coffee and give him the biggest thank you.  If it wasn’t for him, we might not have ever met.”

Snuggling back into his chest, you nod, “If you can catch him.  He’d probably run, road runner style if he ever saw you again.”

“Was I very scary that day?”

“A beast.  Terrifying.  A Mythosaur come to life,” you chide, but soften at Din’s imploring face, “but not to me.  I knew immediately I was safer with you there, even though I didn’t know you yet.  I never told you that?”

“Never.  I’m glad you felt that way.  I’m always going to keep you safe, pretty bird. I love you so much.”

“I know, Din.  Love you, too.”  You close your eyes and nestle back into his chest, enjoying the music and the strong flex of the arms holding you.

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Ace's HL Writing Challenge

Well folks, we did it!!! After five long years, this blog has reached 1,100 followers, which is amazing!!! As a thank you, I wanted to celebrate your talent by doing a Hogwarts Legacy writing challenge! More inforamation under the cut :)

How it will work:

I'm keeping it pretty simple. The rules are down below. To sign up, simply send me an ask with the prompt number and character/ship you'll be writing for. For now, we'll do just one person per a prompt, but that may change depending on how much participation there is.

When you've written your work, just post here on tumblr and tag me! I'll be reblogging each of the works that are submitted and giving positive feedback!

The rules:

Must be focused on characters from Hogwarts Legacy. AUs, adding OCs, etc, is more than welcome, but make sure that it involves characters from the game.

That being said, it can be ANY characters from the game! It can be x reader/MC, ships of two characters from the game, or not have any romance and just the dynamics of different characters. Whatever tickles your fancy!

Please, no NSFW or smut. Keep things PG-13 for this one :)

No word limits---just have fun!

You don't need to use the exact prompt in your work. You can do so if you choose, or rephrase it, or just go off of vibes alone lol.

The Prompts:

I will keep this updated for what prompts are/aren't available. All of these are song lyrics, and a playlist of all the songs used is available down below :)

"I was never one for short endings or cheap goodbyes." @shiinzhon

2. "I still don't know how to get to you." @talesofesther Sebastian x Reader

3. "I hear a storm is coming in--My dear, is it all we've ever been?"

4. "You go to find another place for your sun to shine."

5. "For the record, I've made my hell."

6. "I will wait for you, though I can't wait forever."

7. "Let's dance until the sun aches, love until our bones break." @shadowtriovibes Sebastian x MC

8. "Expectation is the currency of fools, and I spent it on you." @boomingsmile

9. "Now I feel like I'm finally me."

10. "I pretended I could read your thoughts, now it's just the truth."

11. "I'm in love when you're around."

12. "Can you hold on just for a little while longer?"

13. "I lost you when I lost me."

14. "I've done so many things wrong, I don't know if I can do right."

15. "A man can never dream these kinds of things."

16. "If I shut my eyes, will you appear? Because I'm not me without you here."

17. "Lonely are the ones who fall from love."

18. "One look and it all falls down."

19. "Even while you hold me as I cry on the floor, I still don't know how to be yours."

20. "If you're leaving I gotta know why."

21. "All my emotions feel like explosions when you're around."

22. "I want to find a home and I want to share it with you." @shadowtriovibes MC x TBD

23. "I like you, say it back."

24. "How can I be the boy you dream about?” @ravenelyx Sebastian x MC

25. "Just so easy when the whole world fits inside of your arms."

26. "I hope I'm not the last of what the world gave you.”

27. "We thought love was something we weren't meant to find."

28. “I was afraid to let it happen, but now I cannot forget it.”

29. "I could cut my hands on your edges, but I won't pull away."

30. "I swore that I'd become a better man for you and I tried." @sallow-tales Sebastian x MC

31. "I usually hate these cliches, but loving you feels that way." @eggymf

32. "The funny thing about love is it makes you wait."

33. "It's hard to find an end to something that you keep beginning." @localravenclaw - Sebastian x f!MC

34. "It happened when I least expected it." @finalgirllx

35. "And we wait until one of us caves." @emptycauldron

Playlist link

[holdmytesseract]

The Sandwich Incident

Tom Hiddleston x fem!Reader

Request: "Congrats on hitting the 500!!! :D :D

Let's see...I'm going to give you some prompts and let YOU pick the character! Switch it up a bit. :)

Prompts: - A sandwich - Reader has red hair - "I can't wait to regret this in the morning, dear."" - Requested by @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 ! 😄

Summary: You got quite a bit drunk at the afterparty of the premier of Loki Season One, causing a sandwich incident to happen...

Warnings: fluff, mentions of alcohol, this is actually very funny

Word Count: 1,2k

a/n: Ahhh, this was SO much fun to write! Thanks for giving me those great prompts @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 ! I loved the challenge! I hope you like it! 😁 Hope it's okay that I chose Tom himself... 😊

Tagging: @lokisgoodgirl @lovingchoices14 @evelyn-kingsley @jennyggggrrr @acefeather2002 @lulubelle814 @vbecker10 @fictive-sl0th

If you want to be added to my Tom Taglist, please let me know! 😄

"Oh gods..." You giggled, while literally stumbling down the stairs of the fancy bar. "I think I wasn't that tipsy in a loooong ti- woah!" Your feet suddenly weren't able to work correctly anymore, causing you to stumble. You would've fallen down the last few steps, if two strong arms around your middle wouldn't have prevent you from doing exactly that. "Careful, darling." The voice of your beloved boyfriend announced behind you with a teeny-tiny chuckle. He pulled you against his chest and held you secure. You just broke out in another fit of giggles. "Thank you, Tommy."

It had been the evening of the premier of the Loki series - season one, here in London. And well, the afterparty had been... let's say wild...

"Of course, darling. Wouldn't want you to fall, would I?" You beamed up at your infamous boyfriend, smirking smugly. You started to ran your hands up and down his suit clad chest, up to his broad shoulders and strong arms. "Sometimes I forget how strong you are, babe." You giggled again, "My strong, strong handsome man." and wiggled your eyebrows, trying to look seductive. Tom just shook his head and smiled lovingly at you. "Darling, I think you are not just tipsy. Come on, I'll take you home." He placed a soft kiss on top of your head, which was covered in a wild mane of almost untamable ginger curls, before he gently swept you off your feet and carried you down the last few stairs - what you commented with even more giggles. "Yes! Take me home, cowboy!" You practically purred, causing the British gentleman to blush. Tom knew, of course, how you acted when you were tipsy - or well, drunk, so he just played along. "That's what I intend to do. Come on, love." He gently let you down again, but wrapped his arm securely around you, steadying you.

Luckily, the bar you had been in wasn't that far away from your London home. And therefore, that you two took the back entrance of the bar on your way out, Tom didn't have to deal with paparazzi's. A thing the actor was very glad about this evening.

Giggling, you stumbled through the main door of yours and Tom's shared home, pulling him with you. Being the gentleman he was, he helped you out of your black heels, with you almost toppling over and falling on top of him, but again, he 'rescued' you. "Babe, you truly are my hero tonight!" You slurred and smirked at him, biting your lip. "I thought I am always your hero?" You giggled, "You are, but tonight especially." and leaned over to kiss the top of his nose. Tom just sighed with a smile and led you into your shared bathroom to help you peel off your tight dress and change you into your pyjama - something your drunk self didn't quite appreciate...

"Nooooo." You whined like a small child, pouting, as your boyfriend tried to slip the soft, cosy pyjama top over your head. Tom pulled back, frowning. "Why? What's wrong, darling?" "Don' want that... Want you." Tom was slightly confused. "Me?" You nodded, "Uh.Huh." and started to clumsily peel off Tom's loosened tie and white button up. Now he understood. "You want to wear my shirt tonight, love?" "Mhh." You slurred, trying to undo the buttons, but didn't quite make it. "Wanna feel you close." Tom smiled at your sweet words and gently took your hands in his and removed them from the white fabric of his shirt, before he unbuttoned the piece of clothing himself. As soon as he shrugged it down his shoulders, you made grabby hands at him, reaching for the shirt. Tom helped you slip into it. "Better, sweetheart?" You nodded, still beaming at him. "Perfect. Now let's get you to bed, yes?" "Mhmm." He helped you stand and wanted to guide you towards the bedroom, but you had other plans... You wrapped your hands around his neck and pressed your body against his bare chest. "Carry me?" You looked up at him with the biggest puppy eyes Tom had ever seen. "Pleaseeeee!" He gave, of course, in, "Alright, come on." and picked you up to carry you once again. A happy giggle left your lips and you gave him a sloppy kiss on his clean shaved cheek. When Tom had reached the bedroom, he tucked you in and made sure to switch off all the lights, before he joined you. He pulled you against his chest and cuddled you close to him. "Good night, my love." "Mhhh, night, babe." Tom placed another kiss on top of your head and closed his eyes, trying to sleep.

The bedroom was silent for a long moment, but then... "Baaaabe?" You whispered into the darkness, causing Tom to snap out of his doze. "What is it, darling? Is everything alright?" The Brit was shortly worried that the amount of alcohol you had consumed caused you to feel sick or dizzy, but that wasn't the case... "M hungry." He blinked. "You are hungry?" "Uh.Huh... Can I have a sandwich?" "You want to have a sandwich? Now?" "Yes, ehehe." Tom sighed deeply, but turned around to switch on his bedside lamp, knowing very well, that you wouldn't go to sleep without having something to eat. "I am going to make you a sandwich, okay?" He would do everything for you, anyway. Even make your drunk self a sandwich in the middle of the night. After all, you were the love of his life. You nodded excitedly, with a big smile on your face. Tom threw the blanket aside and stood up. "Any special wishes, milady?" You giggled at Tom's sublime language, before tapping your chin in a thinking manner. "I waaaaant... Toast... Butter... Jam... Aaaand pickles." The man frowned in disgust and... shock? "Beg your pardon, my love... You want what? Jam and pickles??" You giggled, nodding. Tom blinked. "You, uh... You are not pregnant, are you?" He had to ask, didn't he? You shook your head, still giggling. "Noooo, babe..." Tom lifted an eyebrow, sceptically. Sure, you were not exactly yourself right now, but nevertheless, he had to make sure, right? "Are you... sure?" "Mhhh... Jus' drunk." Tom shook his head and just decided to leave it like that. "Alright, darling... I'll be right back." Then he left you and went to the kitchen to make the sandwich you requested.

Ten minutes later, he witnessed with disgust, how you devoured the jam and pickles packed sandwich, like it was some kind of delicacy. "I can't wait for you to regret this in the morning, dear." You eagerly shook your head. "Nuh.Uh. 'M not gonna regret this, babe." You stated, while still munching on the sandwich. Tom just shook his head, giving you a lopsided grin.

Needless to say, Tom had been right... You did, in fact, regret it. Especially, as you were leaning over the toilet, emptying your stomach of the sandwich - and alcohol. The only thing which made this unpleasant situation you were in better, was your doting boyfriend, who rubbed small, comforting circles in your back and held your hair back.

[medusapelagia]

Give your all to me, I'll give my all to you [NSFW]

This is my gift fic for the Steddie one-shot holiday exchange!!!

For: @lorifragolina / TheMadcapLaugh Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Minor or Background Relationship(s)Robin Buckley/Chrissy Cunningham, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington Rating: Explicit Wordcount: 12k Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Tags: Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Feels, Fake/Pretend Relationship, one bed, Anal Sex, Alcohol, Misunderstandings, Mutual Pining, Christmas, New Year's Eve, New Year's Kiss, Steve Harrington Needs Love, Steve Harrington Needs a Hug, Eddie Munson Has a Crush on Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington Has Bad Parents, Eddie Munson Loves Steve Harrington, Sharing a Bed, Protective Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington Friendship, Steve Harrington-centric, Minor Robin Buckley/Chrissy Cunningham, Christmas/New Year, New Year, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - No Upside Down (Stranger Things), Bartender Eddie Munson, Alternative Universe - Roommates/Housemates Summary: When Steve receives the invitation to his mother's wedding his first reaction is to ignore it, but when she insists that he has to come Steve decides that he will attend the wedding… with his fake boyfriend, Eddie.

A brief snippet under the cut!

When Steve opens the mailbox he glares at the fancy letter with his address written in a nice calligraphy in gold letter. Mr. Steven Joseph Harrington. No one calls him with his full name and he dreads the moment he finds out who the author of the letter is, but he is already late for work so he puts it in his backpack and runs to catch the bus to town. He likes living in Chicago, where he moved with Robin when she got accepted at the University, and sharing his two-room apartment with his best friend was just a plus. He deeply regrets that they weren't friends in High School, but they made up for the lost time and now they are closer than ever. When he gets into the little bookshop Robin is already checking the new arrivals. "You are late, dingus." she scolds him. "I am not. A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to." he replies sticking out his tongue. Robin snorts "Oh my god, did you just make a nerd reference?" "Maybe?" "God I knew he was a bad influence but I thought you were immune." "Like you are immune to my charm?" Steve asks while going in the back to take off his jacket. The bookshop is tiny and cozy, they specialize in foreign books and most of the ones they sell have a double version of the text: original language and English. Robin started to work there during college and when the old owner proposed to her to take over the business she happily accepted, involving Steve who now is an underpaid employee. "You are not underpaid, Steve! Stop saying that!" she complains while adding the new arrivals to the shelves. Steve laughs and opens the bookshop. The place it's so small that even a few customers make it feel overcrowded, and it's even worse when the kids come to visit because they take up almost all the space in the shop, but both Robin and Steve are too fond of them so they have come to a little agreement, every Thursday the shop host a little game of D&D, it should be open to anyone, but in reality is always the kids (and their plus one if there is one at the moment) that join them bringing some pizza from the closest Italian pizzeria. The day is pretty slow, so when finally the kids make their entrance the table for the game is already set and Steve is taking a few refreshments from the fridge. "Don't touch the book with your dirty fingers!" he tells Mike who is looking at a very expensive French translation of the Hobbit. This time the DM is Will, who takes his role very seriously and asked anyone to dress according to their character, which means that Max has a pair of pointy ears, Dustin is wearing a cape, and Eddie... Eddie is wearing a corset.

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[my-my-my]

Yeah! You are back!

Would it fancy you to do something with Aizen’s preferences when it comes to “entertainers” at a tea house in the red light district? Plz and thnx!

This one was fun to think about!! I think Aizen's tastes are particular, and as pretentious as it sounds, "refined". He's also secretive and manipulative - he's very much cognizant of how he's being viewed by others. The type of entertainers would need to make sense to what other people project Aizen to be.

But that's not to say he can't have fun 😉.

🌺 CONTEXT 🌺

Going by my limited knowledge of how the courtesan system worked in Feudal Japan (in which Sereitei is loosely modelled off of), Aizen, prior to his captaincy, would likely be entertained by oirans. I think he would have 2-3 oirans he would visit regularly, and as his rank was more established, would just really visit 2 oirans he preferred the most.

These oirans would be entertainers who were not only well-versed in traditional entertainment such as the musical kind, but also in whatever politics occur in the Sereitei.

Aizen is an intellectual person, so these oirans would need to be eager to learn and be receptive of what he shares. It's one thing to talk (he was a teacher after all), but Aizen also wants to be engaged.

Where the corruption kink might come in? Well oirans are not the highest level of courtesans, that in fact, were tayu. These entertainers did not engage in sex work and only catered to the elite.

She would be a "gift" to Aizen when he establishes his captaincy.

At the same time, this tayu wouldn't have sex with Aizen - he would need to woo her over.

But Aizen is the Master of Charm after all, so he sees it as a game between this tayu and him. When will she cave and give in?

TW: corruption kink, sex work

Tags: @stygianoir

Note: I took heavy liberties in how the courtesan system works in Sereitei. The basis is similar to how it was in Japan, but I modified it to fit Soul Society! I'll also probably flush this out more and post it on AO3 later lol.

This was Captain Aizen's fifth visit to your tea house, more specifically, fifth visit to you. You hated to admit you were counting.

You blushed deeply as you recalled the first time you met him. There were whispers in the red light district about how a lieutenant got promoted, but at the time you paid no mind.

Months went by and you nearly forgot about it, until your matron announced that you would be entertaining someone new rather than your regular, noble clan, patrons.

You had very little interactions with the captains of the 13 Court Guards. The only ones you knew of, were Captain Kyoraku (who had his own little harem of women he frequented in the district) and his friend Captain Ukitake. Your seniors would speak highly of them, but admitted that they didn't visit them as often.

Which to you, made sense, these were military captains, their visits for entertainment should be few and far between.

But that wasn't how you felt with Captain Aizen.

You hated to admit it, but you wanted him to see you more. His kindness and brilliance won you over. In your civilian clothing, you heard Soul Academy students praise him.

It made you wonder why he kept visiting you. Normally you were confident in your abilities to make men swoon. Some of your patrons (albeit drunkenly) make poems about your beauty and grace.

But Captain Aizen, no Sosuke, seemed amused by you. You were able to hold a conversation with him, but he would ask a small question, or a quick-witted comment, that left you flustered and embarrassed that you couldn't respond quickly.

At the same time, your matron became unimpressed by you as well. Unlike the few other tayus at the tea house, you still held your virginity intact. Many bidders had come forward, some from the noble clans themselves, but not Sosuke.

It bothered you. You wanted him to put himself in the running.

You knew Captains made a high salary, those who were frequented by Captain Kyoraku said as much. It wasn't like Captain Aizen couldn't afford you.

Maybe he was humouring you. Visiting you was something he did when he was bored.

But it bothered you nonetheless. Although his visits were sparse, he consumed your mind. On his 3rd visit to you, to sway his mind in putting in a bid, you mentioned casually that many nobles had begun requesting your company exclusively, that you may not be able to entertain him in the future. You wanted to spur him on with jealousy.

You recalled that moment so vividly. His gentle smile as he placed his teacup down, "That's too bad, isn't it? I'm not surprised your company is highly sought after." He told you, his deep voice soothing you, "I was hoping to enjoy your presence for a little longer though. There's still much we don't know about each other." He murmured, staring softly at you.

Those words haunted you. He was getting under your skin. And although his comments were seared into your mind, a small part of you knew it wasn't anything remotely meaningful or personal. It seemed like you had no effect on him at all...

Even tonight, as he sat across from you, sipping the tea you specifically purchased only for him, you felt like your body was on fire. He inspected your every move, from the flick of your wrist as you poured his cup, to the batting of your eyelashes as he complimented you. He was analyzing every part of your being.

But you wouldn't let him get the best of you tonight. You prepared yourself for weeks for his next visit, hoping that he would go to your matron to put in a bid.

You made notes on what to talk about, rehearsed witty comebacks and quick retorts. Something that would push him further.

"This tea is nice, but do you have any sake?" Captain Aizen asked. You nodded your head and gave him a few options of your personal favourites.

As you brought the warmed bottle and cups, you noticed he had loosened his attire. His chest was more visible, and you were more thankful than ever for the white makeup covering your skin. Your cheeks felt as if they were on fire. You bit your lip as you looked over him again. His broad shoulders, soft brown hair, strong arms and hands.

"Are you alright?" Aizen asked.

You shook your head, giving him your kindest smile, but inside you were angry at yourself for slipping like that.

But you carried on, and so did the night, with singing (Aizen accompanied you for some songs) and finally dancing. By then, you two had finished 2 bottles of sake. Aizen still seemed relatively sober, but you started to feel flushed.

You paid yourself no mind though, and kept going, wanting him to rush to your matron with payment ready - you were more than eager to spread your legs for him.

And just like that, as you danced to Aizen's voice, you tripped. Face planted right into his muscular chest.

You were mortified. But as you felt his warm, strong hand stroking your back, and the deep rumble of his voice, you felt yourself sinking further into him.

You weren't sure if it was the sake, the warmth of Captain Aizen's body, or the soft-lighting of the room, but without thinking, you gave him a kiss.

And to your surprise, he kissed back. And his grip on your body tightened. You moaned against his lips as you felt him grip the stiff cloth of your clothing, as if he was trying to grab on to your bare body, but you pushed him away.

You were panting, but he stared at you with a smirk across his face. His lips stained with your lip makeup.

Now you were annoyed. You undid a few of your sashes and robes and sat in his lap again, pulling his haori off his shoulders. You kissed him all over, your hands pulling and prying at him. You heard him pant, his grip tightening and loosening as he went over your body.

You wanted more. As you were about to pull his uniform off him, he grabbed your wrist.

"I think that's enough for tonight, little one. Let's continue again next time."

You gawked at him. The nerve! You thought to yourself as you threw yourself at him. And he had the audacity to rebuke you?!

"No!" You shouted, but not loud enough to draw attention to your room.

Aizen grinned, "and may I dare ask, why not?"

"I want you Captain Aizen" you pleaded, not realizing what you were saying, "no, I need you to touch me, please".

"Stop playing with me." You begged. You didn't realize how upset you were by his actions, "I just want to please you." You whined, fidgeting in his lap.

Aizen gripped the back of your neck as he steadied you for a kiss, then cruelly pulled your hair, snapping your head back.

"Is that so?" Aizen asked, as he looked at your face with curiosity in his eyes.

"Yes!" You pleaded again. "I don't want the others. Just you."

You winced as he gripped your hair even more, some of your hair adornments and accessories falling out. Tears pricked your eyes, but then he released you, gently massaging your head.

"Unfortunately I have to leave now, little one." Aizen said, you saw the gentleness appear in his eyes again. "But, we can meet here" he placed a note in your hands, with an address to somewhere in Rukongai. You nodded your head.

As you helped Aizen with his uniform and fix up his appearance, you gave him another quick kiss, to which he whispered in your ear, "don't come in this attire", followed by a nip to your earlobe, "wear something simple".

"Yes, sir." You murmured, as he stroked your back. You escorted him out of the teahouse and watched him leave the area. You heard your matron yell at you about not persuading Captain Aizen for a bid, but you felt euphoric. You retired to your room and slept peacefully.

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No one at the teahouse understood what had happened to you in the following days. You rejected all your bids and left. There were whispers that maybe "she wasn't cut out for the job", "not everyone has the skills to be a tayu". Harsh words that would've left you in tears, but now? You didn't care.

You only wanted Captain Aizen's attention. And here you were, on your knees in a small house in Rukongai, your mouth wrapped around his cock.

Aizen smirked at you as tears streamed down your face. "Good girl" he murmured, tucking your hair behind your ear, and pulling your head off his cock. You gasped as saliva dribbled down your chin, with a trail linking your mouth to his cock, "not even the beauty of a full moon could compare to the sight of you like this".

"Thank you for your kind words, Aizen-sama". Aizen's smirk grew deeper as you flashed him a genuine smile.

[moodymisty]

❀ Misty's Follower Milestone Event ❀

EDIT: Event is finished!!! Thank you so much to everyone who's sent requests or kind words, it's been a blast!

Wow guys, thank you!! It means so much to see people enjoying my writing (and my silly chatting), and I hope to continue making you all happy <3 Deciding to come back to tumblr was the best choice I made last year.

I don’t really talk to much about myself on here, but I'll give a tiny bit of backstory. I’ve had this exact same blog since around 2011, it's seen so many fandoms, but I purged it in 2018. After that I completely quit posting online; Until last year when my depression decided to come back hard because of some irl issues, and I ended up going back to Star Wars and Darksiders as a comfort. Posting again was incredibly nerve-wracking as it had been so long since I’d written anything beyond silly personal drabbles, but I’m incredibly happy to see even one person enjoy what I make. I have zero shortage of self doubt for everything I create, but even if it sounds cheesy, nothing makes me happier than knowing something I created has made someone smile.

But wah wah enough sob story, onto the event! A sentence prompts list! I tried to make a good amount of spicy ones, some sfw ones, and even one or two angsty ones. Feel free to take any sentence(s) or prompts from here and send me a character in my ask box! Or multiple, if it strikes your fancy? Any Star Wars or Darksiders character is welcome, and I'm more than happy to stretch my legs and do a character I don’t do as much, or haven’t before.

I'll accept asks for this for around the two weeks or so give or take, so feel free to send something in if you'd like!

(I won’t be using my tag list on these posts just to avoid spam)

All the prompts are under this readmore, to avoid having a super long post.

↳Sentence prompts

“ I can’t stop thinking about you. ”

“ You really need to shave. ” 

" I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t distract me. "

" Where do you think you're going? "  

“ You should go. ”

“ You have no idea how much I want to kiss you. ”

" Never tease me like that again. "

" Kneel. "

" Sorry, couldn't sleep. "

" I want to do bad things to you. "

" Do whatever you want to me. "

" I want you in my mouth. "

" Quit looking at me like that. I know what that look means. "

“ I just don’t like the way he/she/they look at you, that’s all. ”

“ You don’t own me. ”

" You don't have to be gentle with me. "

" I'd cut out that attitude. "

" I'm not letting you out of my sight. "

" You really want me? "

" I, didn't know you liked that. "

" Ask nicely. "

" I can't stop thinking about you. "

" Want to sleep in my bed tonight? "

" Can you teach me? "

" Keep talking. "

" You look so hot when you do that. "

“ Can you help me? ”

" Um... I'm stuck. "

" Were you crying? "

" I hate you. "

" You're so fucking cute. "

" Why do you never talk to me? "

“ I, I think I’m pregnant. "

" You need to choose. "

“You're shivering... do you want my (clothing here)”

↳Scenario prompts

Needing something off the top shelf and needing to ask for help to get it down

Finding out they have a momento of you somewhere on them they bring everywhere

You or them saying a petname by accident

Soothing you or them after having a nightmare

Caught partly undressed or totally naked

Sharing food

Having to bathe together

Sending or saying something naughty to them during an inopportune moment

Accidental(?) flashing

Stealing a piece of their(your) clothing

Patching them up after a fight

Cuddling up for heat

Making them(you) blush

Giving them a nice (sexy) surprise ;3

Being given/getting flowers

Secret relationship

Reading together

Getting caught/catching them during a 'private' moment

And again, thank you all so much!!!

[druidx]

Her Countenance was Light - Chapter 17

CW: Deadnaming, implied CSA AO3 ; Chapters: 01. 10. 11. 12. 13. 14. 15. 16. Tag list (ask for +/-): @aquadestinyswriting, @hannah-heartstrings, @jacqueswriteblrlibrary, @babyblueetbaemonster

She buys three snow cones: cola-flavoured syrup on hers, blue raspberry for Thazar, and cherry for Storri. Elo can't help chuckling at King Storri – this serious, muscular man – gripping the paper cone and tiny plastic spade with intense concentration. They carry them through the halls, drawing peculiar stares, to the Council chambers where Thazar is waiting. "Snow cones?" he asks, eyebrows raised. "Snow cones," Elo confirms with a grin. "We can have dessert before main. I got you blue raspberry, I hope that's okay." She hands him the paper cone, knowing full well it's his favourite. He looks baffled for a moment, before accepting it and giving it a lick. Elo glances at Storri, and they share a secret smile.

Lunch starts out well. It's taken in Thazar's personal office, the three of them around a compact, fold-away table. It's nothing fancy – sandwiches of cold cuts and a bit of charcuterie. But it's happily devoured as Elo passes on Farren's update for the Strucker case, and finally explains what caused her to show up in his office covered with mud and engine grease. King Storri seems concerned that his having kept her out late had contributed, but she assures him no harm was done. In return, Thazar admits no one was expecting his Majesty to show up, but they weren't about to do anything to the gift horse, let alone look in its mouth. He gives her the details of the dinner, the announcements they're due to make during it… and then says she must wear a dress. "No," Elo says. "Though I'm there in an official capacity, his Majesty's safety is still my priority. I'll wear a tuxedo." "That is not good enough. Elowyn, you cannot appear in anything less than a ballgown. I know you dislike it, but there are standards to maintain. Your priority during this meal is to be part of the Icelandic contingent and assure people there is no harm in the deals we'll make over the coming days. You must appear–" "Ladylike? No running, no fighting? And if there is a situation – what then? Do I sit back and let the menfolk deal with it? No. I need to be able to move in my outfit." The glower Thazar is levelling at her is nothing short of furious. It's been a while since they've come to blows like this. "Then find a dress where you can," he growls, and Elo is reminded that under that placid, pale exterior lies a skilled swordsman and ballistics expert. Aunt Selene told stories of his sabre work and trap-making, how he ran cannonade during the Great War and of his kill-count. Aunt Sel chose him for those reasons, Elo recalls, not just for his keen intelligence and political acumen. If anything, her Aunt once said, his skill with the blade and its manoeuvres only enhances his ability to slice verbally through his political opponents. But none of that knowing is able to stop her angry response. "No, Thazar, I need a suit." "Featherdown!" His hand booms on the table. The cutlery jangles. She feels the sabre-jab of her deadname through her heart. Elo goes cold and rigid and silent. Her first parents were, in the nicest possible way, a bit hippy-dippy. Flower-children or not, no one deserved to die like they did. The memory of their deaths and her abuse rings through her bones, as Thazar's voice rings through the air. Her hand clenches around the cheese knife. She wants to rage, wants to remind him with a blade that is not who she is anymore, and that is not her name. In her periphery the King's security has detached from the wall, dampening her ardour. "Might your secretary have a recommendation?" Elo says, voice tight, instead of the million things she wants to scream. The Acting Magister pauses, as if he too is corralling all the things he wants to say, and utters instead, "Yes." Elo rises sharply. The chair thuds as it tips over behind her. "Will your Majesty be requiring anything further?" King Storri's gaze flicks warily between the two of them. "Nay." "Until dinner then, your Majesty. Acting Magister." Elo turns sharply and strides for the door. "May I walk you out?" King Storri asks, even as he's rising to follow. "If your Majesty pleases," Elo bites out over her shoulder, even though it's not fair to treat him with the same cold disdain she threw at Thazar.

Outside in the corridor, as she's marching away, King Storri makes the mistake of trying to catch her arm. "Featherdown?" Her wrist is caught by the security agent, the cheese knife inches from his throat. She'd forgotten she was holding it. "That is not my name," she snaps out. The agent flicks her wrist, forcing her to drop the knife. "He has crossed a line. No one has any right to call me that. No one. I am Detective Sergeant Elowyn of Toreguarde, and you will address me as such!" She wrenches her arm away from the agent, though he rightly remains on alert in front of his King. She hates that she is shaking, that tears are standing in her eyes. Behind his agent, King Storri nods. "Very well, Sargent." Elo swallows and blinks as she looks away. "Ma'am," says the agent. "Our shield maidens favour the cocktail dress. The short skirt allows a better range of movement and access to concealed weapons." Elo steps away, throat working as she swallows. "Thank you, Agent."

[beachy--head]

Prompt 68. What are you doing in my shirt? (I’m cold) ?

"Uh... April?"

"Yeah?"

"What are you doing in my shirt?"

The redhead raises her head from the box she's currently unpacking (they just moved yesterday from the frathouse, and so far, Alex hasn't proved himself to be a terrible roommate yet, and April has made them pancakes, so he can't complain), then looks at the shirt she's wearing (dark green, cotton silk blend, one of his favourites, and with a price tag she'd be horrified with) and smiles sheepishly.

"Right, I'm so sorry!! So you know that Alex was supposed to pick up the rest of my boxes at Meredith's this morning, and most of my clothes are in those boxes, I only brought this small suitcase which is mostly scrubs and fancy dress, and I thought since he was bringing my clothes back, I would do some laundry, so I put everything in the washing machine, but Alex got paged by Robbins for a surgery. All I had left were my summer PJs, and well, it's only March, and it's only a camisole and some shorts, and I was cold, so I went into your room to see if you had a hoodie to spare, because your hoodies are like, super warm, but then I found this one on your bed and I assumed it was clean and it looked really soft, and I was really cold, and I thought you wouldn't mind..." she trails off, and he realizes that it should be his turn to say something, because conversations usually work both ways.

The thing is, he's not a small man, and she's not a tall woman. So his shirt engulfs her, falling just above her knees (her bare knees, he can't help but notice). And he's seen his fair share of women (dressed, naked, in gym clothes, in scrubs, in fancy dresses, in underwear), but for a moment he could swear than none of them has ever worn something so well. April is wearing the hell out of his shirt, and he doesn't want to think about why he's thinking this, so he'll settle for being jealous green is her colour and highlights the colour of her eyes better than his. Yeah, he'll go with that.

"Oh god. You totally mind. I'm so sorry, I don't know what I was thinking, I'll take it o–"

"No!!"

April looks at him, startled, and he doesn't want to explain the force behind his answer, so he adds "Don't worry, you can keep it until Alex comes back. Just, don't make me wear your clothes instead."

She laughs and shakes her head, going back to her task of sorting through all of their medical textbooks, and he takes a few more seconds to be jealous (and not at all to stare at her and notice how the shirt flows on her body, thank you very much), before turning away and helping her unpack boxes.

Stupid shirt.

[sunbun-memes]

World of Warcraft Sentence Starters: /flirt Edition

"You know, I had a boy/girlfriend, but I lost him/her in the crash. That is the bad news. The good news is, I'm available!"

"I'll have you know I can flatten steel with my thighs."

"I'd like to see you in a kilt."

"I won't fall for any bad pickup line. You've got to try 2 or 3 at least."

"Enough with your flirting, I know you think all women look the same."

"Enough of the chit-chat. Let's get to it then."

"You'd like to run your hands through my beard, wouldn't ya?"

"Let's get on with it then, I've got a quest to do in 15 minutes."

"You look pretty, I like your hair, here's a drink... Are you ready now?" 

"Where are you from? Heh, not that it matters."

"I must be asleep, 'cause you are a dream come true. Also, I'm slightly damp."

"You are cute!"

"At this time, I think you should purchase me an alcoholic beverage and engage in diminutive conversation with me in hopes of establishing a rapport."

"Your ability to form a complete sentence is a plus."

"I do not find you completely disagreeable."

"I don't feel the 1 to 10 scale is fine enough to capture subtle details of compatibility. I'd prefer a 12 dimensional compatibility scale with additional parameters for mechanical aptitude and torque."

"I have a number of inventions I'd like to show you, back at my place."

"I like large posteriors and I cannot prevaricate." 

"Hey! Nice apparatus."

"You've got me all a-flutter."

"My turn offs are rude people, mean people and people who aren't nice."

"How ya doin'?"

"If I said you had a good body, would you hold it against me?" 

"Hey, baby cakes."

"What's your sign?"

"Are you tired? 'Cause you've been running through my mind all day."

"Your tag's showing. It says, uh, 'Made in Heaven.'"

"Sure, I've got exotic piercings."

"I'm the type of girl my mother warned me about."

"There's nothing like sleeping in the forest under the moonlight."

"I hope you're not afraid of snakes."

"I'm a force of nature."

"Wanna bring out the animal in me?"

"Being bitchy is in my blood. Don't pretend you don't like it."

"I hope you don't mind a little howling in bed."

"Don't worry babe... the fur is just something to hold onto."

"I'm looking for a man who appreciates... natural beauty."

"I just want someone to pat me on my head and tell me I'm a good girl."

"I'll teach you to make my legs shake."

"Don't pretend you don't like a guy with a wild side."

"Panting at you? No! No... it's just hot in here."

"I'd like to mark your territory."

"Don't be afraid, I don't bite... hard..." 

"What big ears I have? You should check out the rest of me!"

"You're like the moon baby, you make me howl all night!"

"If you play nice, I'll share my bone with you..."

"I'm a nice girl, but I know my way around an anvil."

"It takes more than a mug or two to get on my good side. Ah! A keg ought to do it!"

"Come over to my place - we'll iron out your love life."

"The way you swing that hammer really stokes my forge!"

"Things are getting a little heated, don't you think?"

"Interested in joining the mile deep club?"

"Did you come from a diamond mine? 'Cause I want to learn all your facets."

"I can keep you warm on a cold night. Well at least my forge can."

"I'm a hunk-a hunk-a burning love."

"I'm harboring a crush on you."

"You can't be nautical without a bit of naughty."

"Better be ready for me, or you'll miss the boat."

"Why don't we go somewhere a little more... privateer?"

"You don't look like much, but... any port in a storm."

"You sure put the wind in my sails."

"Care to join me for a bit of rocking the boat?"

"Let's meet at the harbor! We could be two ships passing in the night."

"You must be a siren, cause I can't resist ya!"

"Together, we could really make some waves."

"Get your fishing net ready, cause I'm quite the catch!"

"Fancy a drink, love? I know a good dive bar."

"Hope you enjoy fishing--because I'm throwing you a line!"

"I admire a soldier who can... remain... at attention." 

"I used to be a ten, but then I upgraded to an eleven." 

"No one has more junk in their trunk than me."

"You sure you're geared enough? Perhaps I should... inspect your equipment."

"Care to see if our components are... compatible?"

"Initiating flirtation protocol."

"They say the void hungers, let's start off with a bit of... nibbling."

"Get nice and close, whispers are... kind of my thing."

"There's a void in my heart, have you come to fill it?"

"What am I into? Let's just say some of my proclivities run a bit dark."

"I do my best work in the shadows, allow me to… demonstrate."

"When studying shadow magic one learns to be flexible… very flexible."

"You sate my hunger and I'll sate yours."

"I'm addicted to you, baby…"

"Do you believe in love at first sight? Or should I walk by again...?"

"You look almost as good as I do."

"Hey, why don't you come over here and... WATCH THE HAIR!"

"You know what I love about your eyes? When I look deep enough, I can see my own reflection."

"I know every rose has its thorn, but if you would just pour some sugar on me, we could rock and roll all night and par-tay every day."

"Want to see my good side? Hahaha, that was a trick question, all I have are good sides."

"If you liked it then you should have put a larger, more elaborate ring on it."

"I'm a full service kind of gal!"

"I'm short and good with my hands... how can you resist?"

"Is that your wallet? Or are you just glad to see me? Both I hope!" 

"Wait 'til you try a piece of this shortcake."

"Let's get together and compare our figures."

"Let's make sweet, sweet profit together."

"Does this turn you on?" *jingles bag of gold*

"How about... you and me... go out on the town and buy me some expensive jewellery?"

"Oh baby, you know how to turn my gears!"

"Ever rode a rocket before? Mine's huge." 

"Honey, I've got all kinds of toys in my utility belt."

"Woah, baby you are a bomb shell if I ever saw one! And trust me; I know my bomb."

"I like my women the way I like my fuses: short, fast and ready to blow." 

"Let me buy you a drink. No, wait you buy me a drink. Ah, you know what, just give me the money."

"How much?"

"I'll give you crazy love."

"I like men who aren't afraid to cry... cry uncle!"

"You'll do. Let's go."

"Don't talk. Just follow me."

"Let's not ruin this moment with chit-chat."

"That armor looks good on you. It would look even better on my floor." 

"This is true love. Do you think this happens every day?" 

"You have six different smiles. One for when you're angry. One for when you tear flesh. One for when you chew flesh. One for when you loot bodies. One for when you skin game. And one for when you want to kill something."

"Lady, from the moment I see you I... I did not expect to get this far."

"I'm tired of the same old bull."

"I've got big, soulful eyes, long eyelashes and a wet tongue. What more could a guy want?"

"Come over here, sailor."

"Wanna see some good clog dancing?"

"Hey. You into leather?"

"Free rides for the ladies."

"Hey. You work out?" 

"Are you comfortable with complicated machinery?" 

"I know, my natural beauty is intimidating."

"Arent'cha gonna axe me out?" 

"I won't bite you where it shows."

"You're the type I'd like to sink my teeth into!"

"Want some of my jungle love?" 

"You look pretty. Pretty tasty."

"I hope you're well rested. You're going to need your strength."

"Nice butt."

"I don't care that much about romance. I fell in love before and look what happened to me."

"I don't need to get funky. I'm already there."

"Are you staring at my rack?" 

"You know, high-altitude living does wonders for one's stamina. Allow me to demonstrate..."

"Trust me... I have experience at exploring deep places." 

"Beware the deep places... of my heart."

"Get as rough as you like. I've got a thick hide."

"You must be an alchemist, because we've got great chemistry."

"Last person to hit on me learned what "hitting on" really means."

"Just because I'm enjoying your company doesn't mean I don't also want to punch you."

"Before we go any further, I need to know... How high is your pain threshold?"

"Is your mother a fire elemental? Because you are smokin' hot!"

"No illusions here. Everything you see is real... very real."

"You must know magic too, because you just made everyone else in the room disappear."

"The stars have judged you, and found you... smokin' hot."

"Everything has its use. I could think of a couple for you." 

"It's lonely chasing my own tail. How about I chase yours instead?"

"You can visit my oasis anytime."

"Have you come to trade? Or did you have something else in mind?" 

"I could wander the desert with you all night. We'd freeze to death, but it would be worth it."

"I'll be the fox. You be the hound."

"I've always got a seat on my wagon for you."

"You could say I am a double threat... hexy AND sexy!"

"It does not take a love potion to win me over... but it couldn't hurt your chances."

"Other guys might put you on a pedestal, but I will put you atop a pyramid."

"Are you casting a spell? Because I have a fetish for you."

"I may stand upright, but I know how to get down."

"Those claws look heavy. How about you let me hold one?"

"I want to be the wind beneath your wings."

"You must be tired, 'cause you've been flying through my mind all day."

"One look at you, and my head is in the clouds."

"You bring the dungeon, and I'll bring the dragon."

"With you and me together, the sky's the limit."

"Careful... my kiss can melt your heart. Literally!"

"Breathe in... Breathe out... Go to your happy place... *inhales* Your happy place or mine? *exhales*"

"Quickly as you can, snatch the pebble from my hand... Great! Now, see if you can find where I hid the other pebble..."

"Oh, I've never done THAT before.. Uh... You're not doing it right..."

"Hey stranger. Buy a lady a drink? ... What? Just one? Seriously?"

"Let me show you my kung fu grip." 

"Yeah, I would tap dat keg." 

"Hey, hot stuff. Want to try breeding in captivity?" 

"Do you know kung fu? Cus your body is kickin'."

"Nice pants. What's the drop rate?"

"Hey gorgeous. Wanna try crane position? Oh no... For you, monkey style."

"I'd love to show you my Twisting Nether."

"I take on the powers of the demons I've killed. Did I tell you I've slain a whole army of succubi?"

"If you looked like me, you wouldn't wear a shirt either."

"Are you sure you're not part-demon? I find myself wanting to stalk you."

"I hope you like tattoos, because they're permanent. If you don't believe me, you could try rubbing them off."

"I've only got eyes for you, baby."

"You know, they do say love is blind."

"You. Me. Let's go. Now."

"Aren't you a handsome devil?"

"I'm looking for someone who can really soothe my inner demon."

"I can't seem to take my eyes off you."

"Are you sure you're not part-demon? Hmm...do you want to be?"

"You look good... I think."

[sankttealeaf]

wip wednesday!! [18/10/23]

thank you for the tag @theviridianbunny!!!! i actually have stuff to show today :D some of it are requests, most of it is just shameless self-indulgent writing. i am nothing if not cringe (in the most positive way ever)

if you want an excuse to share something you're working on, take this as your sign!! i tag YOU to share some work!!

WRITING WIPS:

here's a few snippets of what i've been writing lately!

BG3: HEALING HANDS | astarion x gn!reader [requested]

"Either I leave and let slip to everyone how close you are to greeting death, or you let me help you," he says, and you wish your hands weren't so badly hurt or else you would have hit him. You always found yourself butting heads with Astarion, and now he was offering to help you?  Neither option was ideal. On one hand getting him away would be perfect, but then everyone else will swarm and fuss over you and you don't feel like dealing with that. With a heavy sigh, you place the washcloth in his hand.  "See? That wasn't so hard now, was it?" His voice oozes sarcasm and you glare at him. He squeezes out some of the excess water and begins to clean up your face. "Why don't you want to ask for help?" Astarion asks gently, wiping away the dried blood that coated your forehead. "We're a team, aren't we?" "You're one to talk," you snap back, though the intensity of your tone is crushed by the hiss of pain you let out when he presses against one of the deeper cuts on your face. "Ouch! You bastard." "If you aren't nice, then I guess I'll be rough with you," he says with a simple shrug, brushing some hair from your face. "Be good for me, alright?"

hit a slight writers block with this as i do not know where to progress further. hopefully my muse will return from war.

BG3: (currently unnamed fancy party intel gathering fic) | potential poly party x reader

With the threat of Absolute cultists marching on the city imminent, you were pressed for time to try and work out exactly who you were up against when it came to Orin and Gortash. You were well aware of the slippery masks Orin wore, posing as too many people already for your liking, her words laced with a hunger for blood to be spilled, but you knew nothing when it came to the latter. Well, next to nothing.

BG3: A Worse Situation Than A Cave In (wip title) | astarion x gn!reader | sequel to trapped

It's always a welcome breath of fresh air when you could bed down in an actual bed, so when you come across an inn on your journey you've already worked out how much it would cost for a night there than on the road. By the looks of it, your companions also wanted to spend the night in somewhat comfort. You decided to partner up for the rooms, to cut the costs and save your gold on useful things. The old lady at the front desk told you they have three rooms available, two of them can sleep two people and one of them could sleep three.  Lae'zel, Shadowheart and Karlach teamed up together, with Karlach loudly announcing for a 'girls night' while Wyll and Gale claimed one of the two bed rooms. Which left you and Astarion to take the other. You didn't mind, really. After everything that you both went through on that awful treasure hunting lead you suppose it would be nice to spend some time with him away from damp caves. You push open the door, ready to unload your bags onto the floor when your face falls. One bed, big enough for two people. You give Astarion a look as he pokes his head into the doorway.  "Oh." 

what's worse than being trapped in a cave? only one bed. duh.

BG3: let sleeping dogs lie | rue (my durge) x gortash

"Why do you have lemongrass scented soap in your cupboards?" She turns the questioning onto him as he leaves, beginning to light up some candles that were placed along the walls of the bathroom. "You complain when I don't have anything up to your standards, and yet when I do you question me?" He pauses in his tracks for a moment. Rue notices now in the soft warmth of candlelight that he is shirtless and something inside of her feels… angry? Annoyed? Flustered? What was this feeling?  "I'm simply curious."  He laughs and she grits her teeth. "Our alliance is only as strong as the bonds we forged them with. A happy business partner means a happy transaction." When enough light is now in the room he stops, taking a few steps closer to Rue. "Doesn't the idea of lemongrass soap make you happy?" She forces herself to hold his gaze and it's then she realises why she's so irritated at this gesture. The idea that Gortash has been listening to her complaints, her comments for better smelling soaps, her need to hide the smell of murder from her once the day is done makes her feel seen. Exposed. Spread open for the whole world to gaze upon. It irks her and for some reason she cannot stop thinking about what he must've looked like purchasing it. Gortash keeps his eyes locked with hers and tilts his head ever so slightly, awaiting a response. She breaks eye contact first and goes to snatch the bottle out from the cupboards. "Draw me a bath."

considering making this like, a multichapter thing documenting rue + gortash throughout their mutually beneficial alliance. i have many brainworms about durgetash right now,

ART WIPS:

did you know i also draw? i've been posting less art over on my instagram just because i never finish anything and sometimes i am allowed to keep art to myself, but here's some pieces i'm pretty proud of that i've done this past week!

had this idea in my brain to show rue (my durge) pre and post tadpole with the one she cares most about. something something to be loved is to be changed. not sure if i like the posing on the rue + gale one so it may change i just needed to get this idea down. also gale and rue's ship name is chaosweave and i need everyone to know that bc its the coolest thing ive ever come up with

and that's that! i have so many ideas swirling around in my brain all the time it's hard to get them all down coherently yknow?? i also have a few requests i'm gathering ideas for so if you've dropped anything in my ask box just know it's brewing in my brain like a soup!! (also feel free to drop in just to say hi :D)

anyway i am off to plan my dnd session some more and hopefully not get too distracted by other things (thats a lie, i will!)

[pleasanttaleswithkaityb]

A Little Bit About Me

Thanks for the tag, @bergiesims (´｡• ω •｡`) I filled this out a while ago- and it's kinda fun to see how my answers have stayed the same or changed lol

Last Song: Blackway & Black Caviar - "What's Up Danger" - I've been listening to my DnD group's Curse of Strahd playlist for hype and inspo as we're about to pick up the campaign after a long hiatus.

Favorite Color: Black... it goes with everything! 🖤but I also like colors, so it's hard to narrow it to one.

Currently Watching: Hubs and I just finished another watch-through of Community last night. So we're in between shows. We're giving Young Sheldon a try.

Last Movie: The Mario Movie? I think it was the Mario Movie. It was cute! I liked it more than I thought I would.

Currently Reading: Ooooh! This one I'm excited to update! Remember the first time when I mentioned I was on book two, Valor, aka the Faithful and Fallen series by John Gwynne? Well, I'm really proud to share this update... I'm on book 4, Wrath, and the last and final book of the series. Honestly, the series is just as good as when I started. I still stand by my first review, that you'll likely enjoy this series if you're a GoT (Game of Thrones) fan.

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: Yes.

Last Thing I Googled: LMAO. "John Gwynne malice TV series" because I wasn't sure how to spell his last name, hahaha, and I wanted to see if there was any chance of this becoming live-action or animated (I think the Faithful and Fallen series would make a fantastic anime tbh) and down a rabbit hole I went. ｡ﾟﾟ(」｡≧□≦)」

Current Obsession: Working on the Burb Household story comics, playing LoZ: Tears of the Kingdom, and creating a new DnD character for The Wild Beyond the Witchlight campaign.

Currently Working On: See above? Finishing what I start >.< I just finished BG3 (finally), and now I'm working on TotK and a crochet project for my grandma. I have many things I'm working on, but most of my attention is on this blog and my stories.

Simmers I'd Like to Know Better: As usual, no pressure. Feel free to ignore, refill out if it's been a while, or whatever you fancy! If I didn't tag you, but you'd like to answer this- consider reading this tag! You're welcome to say I tagged you, and I'll even come back and add your name to my list ;) @fairycele95 @basma-sama @box-of-sims @aleksa-sims @illuminated-foxx @frostedshore

[dangerous-disposition]

WIP Wednesday Thursday

It’s WIP Wednesday Thursday, time for a little accountability, sharing your work, and getting a kick in the pants.

I was tagged by @pizzaqueen (thank youuuu)

Here’s how it works:

In a reblog (or new post w/ rules attached), post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can’t share from (for example, an event fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post.

OKAY now full disclosure, since I use scrivener, the file names are shit like "fanfiction" and they're all in one singular project, and i've titled each individual part of the "project" already except the one thing so y'all are getting titles.

WIPs:

i'll burn that bridge when i get to it

because no one can break my heart like i can

i can't tell where you end and where i start

spent all winter waiting for the sun to arise

the one about dio

Snippet (from spent all winter waiting for the sun to arise, my super self-indulgent modern au fic where Steve has my IRL job and Eddie is a rockstar):

“She has you so whipped, Steve.”

Steve sat on the staging table in one of the banquets storage rooms and eating a plate of leftover food from a buffet they just cleared. They affectionately called this storage room Dustin’s “office” since the banquet server was most often working events and using that staging and storage area.

He gave Robin a baleful glare as he shoveled another scoop of ravioli into his mouth.

“Yeah, dude, why are you even letting her boss you around? Just tell my mom,” Dustin said, popping open a can of soda.

“I’m not gonna tattle to your mom, Dustin,” Steve sighed heavily.

“Yeah, because Nancy Wheeler has you whipped,” Robin repeated, rolling her eyes. “She’s totally taking advantage because she knows you’re still not over her—”

“Okay, first of all, I am totally over her, like one-thousand percent over her,” Steve said quickly, pointing at Robin. “And she said she doesn’t trust the event managers to handle bands or film crews, and honestly? Valid.”

“I don’t know enough about rooms to dispute your expertise in them,” Robin admitted sadly, grabbing another fancy little brownie bite.

“You don’t know anything about rooms,” Steve agreed, smirking at her. “Anyway, it’s one group, and they’ll probably cancel anyway.”

“Why do you think that?” Robin asked.

Steve heaved a big sigh as he settled in to explain as simply as he could. “Half the time bands will cancel, usually because their tour got all fucked up for one reason or another. Anyway, this group is booking their rooms three months in advance. There’s no way they’ll actually come.”

“But you said they’re traveling with a film crew, right? Wouldn’t they have a pretty strict filming schedule?” Dustin asked, and Steve shrugged.

“No idea,” he replied.

“Who’s the band?” Robin asked, and Steve shrugged again. Robin scoffed. “Seriously? You don’t know?”

“I know they’re a metal band. None of the paperwork says the band’s name, and the rooming list has fake names already,” Steve replied. “Typical procedure for higher profile bands, so they might be a big deal. I don’t really care, honestly.”

Just as he finished saying that Steve’s phone started ringing.

“Hey, this is Steve,” he answered without actually looking at the screen.

“Hey, I know you’re on your lunch, but the tour manager called asking about the rooming list,” Nancy said, her tone apologetic.

“Revisit the first half of that sentence, Nance,” Steve said, but he was already putting his plate aside to hop down from the table.

Robin made a whip-cracking noise with her mouth and rolled her eyes.

“I know, just— the tour manager seems really high-strung about it,” Nancy pressed, and she did sound genuinely sorry for calling on his break.

“I’m. On. My. Lunch,” Steve said slowly and deliberately as he waved goodbye to Robin and Dustin, slipping out of Dustin’s office.

“Fine, fine, just make sure you get it done before the end of the day,” Nancy sighed and hung up.

Steve let out a slow breath as he walked back to his office ten minutes before the end of his lunch break.

Tagging......

I know WIP Wednesday is over, but still, I wanna share the love a little bc i love y'all's writing, and absolutely NO PRESSURE: @patchworkgargoyle, @scarcrossdlvrs, @scoops-stevie, @steddieas-shegoes, @afewproblems (if I am adding u belatedly it is ultimately bc last night I was like "I'm missing ppl who am I missing" and my bitch ass was too tired after a long day being Steve From My Fic and getting my hair cut)

[genshingarbage]

hi i was wondering if you could do the comforting a depressed s/o for thoma and ayato mayhaps?

Ofc lovely! I hope the boys efforts make you feel better even if only a little! - Mod Diluc

Ayato & Thoma Comforting Depressed S/O

||Head cannons||

Ayato

Mmh, bothersome indeed.

Not because you are a bother mind you, more so because he cannot figure the best remedy to make you feel better.

Doesn't mean he will not try though.

"My dear Y/N, Would you like to go for a stroll in Chinju Forest?"

"Here dear, have this- what is it? My boba tea- hm? No I do not mind giving it to you, why did that even cross your mind?"

He will make it habit to bring home small things as hopeful brightening gestures just to see your smile; Dango Milk, A plushie from one of the tourist souvenir shops, maybe he'll even brave face at Yoimiya's firework shop just to get his hands on some of those special dazzling ones that erupt into hearts; he could've swore he remembered hearing you say they're your favourite.

Suddenly you'll find him working at the estate more than normal, wonder why that could be; definitely not so he can keep tabs on you closer and encourage you to keep him company.

He won't mind your idle chatter and jump at unloading your stressed thoughts onto him while he works; a distraction he values to much higher regard than the boredom of his own work.

Vent away reader, hearing your struggles and offering advice or simple silence and playing the doting role of a shoulder to cry on is fine to this young Lord.

If it means helping you smile and sigh a relief then it is all surely worth it.

You do mean so much to him, he hopes you're aware of this.

How easy it is for you to lose yourself in your own self sorrow, letting the facts fly by in a gloomed daze.

But he will remind you, always.

His jokes, albeit sometimes far fetched and rather... highbrow manage to get at least a little huff and smile from you, and that is great! It means it isn't all doom and gloom for his beloved.

He knows mora doesn't fix everything, but he'll be damned if he doesn't exploit his abundance of it to take you to fancy restaurants and in his spare days off; vacations to settlements all around Inazuma, hell- he'll even take you abroad to other nations!

Warming and love filled kisses to the lips, stolen at the most abrupt of times, stealing your breath away mind you.

Gentle cuddles and soft caresses whenever you sit together, lie together too.

What would be better? Is it emotional support that will help? Or would physical affection yield better results, infuriating for him to not know which way is most effective for the love of his love; ah well, he'll just do every darn thing under the sun that let's you see he is deeply and forever in love with you, no matter how sad you become or depressed you feel, he will be there to keep you company through it all and cut through it like he does with so many of his enemies.

After all there is no bigger enemy to him than that of a plague that harms his sweet dear beloved, you reader.

Thoma

"Wanna grab a bite to eat?- Oh! or I could cook for you! What?- waste of time? Nonsense Y/N! Sit down and let me get prepared, tell me, what do you desire; I'll do my best to make it perfect just for you."

No, why are you depressed reader-chan? he hates seeing you so down in the dumps like this.

Stupid depression, he can't kick that away with force as much as he would love too.

He will constantly shower you with kisses, praise and cuddles, anything to put that smile back on your beautiful face.

He will let you do as you please too, twiddle with his dog tag? Play with his head piece for all he cares, he knows how much you love his attire and take joy in sticking close by.

It becomes a rather difficult task when he needs to finish his chores for the Kamisato twins at the estate, but to hell with it, sharing jokes with you, tickling you with the duster mid clean session; "Stop? Why would I do that when I get to keep hearing your cute giggles Y/N? Come here!"

He may even get in trouble a few times, being distracted by you, but there is no better distraction than you, so it's a price he'll gladly pay. At least you laugh again in those times.

He will pop out in any free times he gets to grab some of your favourite snacks, maybe a new blanket for you to cuddle at night with him?

He is nothing but a hopeless romantic, so you can sure bet that he will drag you out even if you refuse at first, to take you to beautiful places you hadn't even realised existed, just to show you the beautiful landscapes and dazzling night sky painted with stars.

Except some cheesy one liners too; "Beautiful isn't it? But not as much as you Y/N."

"I will never get tired of seeing that smile Y/N."

He will remind you all the time of how beautiful you are, and funny too, how much he couldn't ever live without you, how lucky he is to have you be his, how proud he is to know he is yours too.

Depressed or not, he loves you, oh so so so much, and even if he had to remind you every single day that you are perfect and he couldn't prey for a better partner that wouldn't change a single thing.

Because he thought he would never find a family again once he was left adrift at sea that faithful day, but it was you who anchored him back to something warm, something he thought he wouldn't have again, love and companionship.

So he will sooner rather die than not return those feelings tenfold, now, and forever.

[darkkitty1208]

Hullo. Welcome.

I've been thinking of doing a pinned post for a while now but never got the chance to (read: I thought about it, procrastinated, and then forgot), so... yeah. It must be weird for my long-time followers to suddenly see a "Hey there! Welcome to my little corner of the internet!" post but, here we are. A couple years late, too. Anyway.

I'm Kitty. I go by she/they. I'm a fanfiction author. All my works are posted on my ao3.

This blog is for me to share my writing, interests, and/or other hobbies. Feel free to drop an ask or slide in my messages if you fancy a little chat -- I don't bite. :)

My current fandom focus is the MCU, mainly anything about Stephen Strange, but I tend to shift through different fandoms like BBC Sherlock and the lot. I'll do you a favour and not list them all here because, well, in that case, it'll be practically endless.

I used to post incorrect quotes, but not so much nowadays. If at all. Ah, also, fair warning: I generally do not tag any of my reblogs and could go on reblog sprees from time to time, or be inactive for days on end. There is no in-between.

This is my own space and I have the right to express myself and my opinions freely here, although I will rarely engage in anything with heavy discourse/debate and the sort. But I am always open to them if anyone's interested. Just don't ask for trouble.

More details regarding my blog under the cut.

Tags

Despite the messiness of my blog, I do, in fact, use some tags for my own posts. Surprise, surprise.

I use #my writing for all fics I've written,

#incorrect quotes for, well, my incorrect quotes,

#ask for basically all the asks I've answered,

#personal when I'm sharing something about myself or how I'm doing,

#ramblings for random thoughts or things in my head I decided are worth writing in my blog,

Occasionally #writing when I share (hopefully) relatable stuff about writing or when I'm sharing my experience in writing, and

#kitty makes up scenarios for when I share thoughts and scenarios about fictional characters and will likely not write about them.

Prompts

If you're wondering whether I'm open to prompts or not, currently I am back to receiving prompts. This will update from time to time.

You can send them in my ask box. :)

Here are a couple of things I'd like to emphasise for those interested:

I am not a fast writer. I will not respond to your prompt immediately. It could take me weeks, months, and maybe even longer to get to you.

I would prefer if you'd leave some space in the prompt for creative liberties and not put in too much detail. (You might as well write it your own if you want it in a very specific way.)

Don't pressure me into doing your prompt. Please keep in mind that I can and will send it back/refuse to write it if the prompt you send isn't doable to me for one reason or another.

I can be sensitive to some topics like alcoholism, physical/domestic abuse, etc. but it is negotiable so long as it isn't heavy on the topic. Just send me a DM to discuss.

It comes without saying, but underage and sexual abuse is a definite no.

Physical de-aging is OK, but I won't do ageplay or age regression -- whether it's sexual or not.

Yes, I am open to writing NSFW but please, for the love of god and all that is holy, do not send me anything about mpreg or genderbending. Or anything too... weird, for that matter.

In case a clarification is needed: yes, hurt/no comfort or even MCD fics are definitely OK. Yes, yes, yes, 100%.

Yes, I ship. My ships include IronStrange, Frostrange, Wongrange, Strordo, Johnlock, and am open to other ships if you wish so. Again it is negotiable and I am flexible regarding this.

Genfics are 100% OK, too.

If I happen to reblog/participate in an event with a prompt set, I am usually alright with receiving requests about them.

Unquestionable, but, prompts from other posts/not an original prompt you made is, of course, welcome.

I don't write/read x reader or reader insert. I don't read/write x OC, either. Sorry.

I do not write "Not [X] Friendly" fics. I do not like character bashing.

The rules may update from time to time. Please check them before sending requests.

Last updated 12/10/23

My preferences

I'm not exactly that picky of a person, but I do have preferences when it comes to reading and/or writing. And I would greatly appreciate if you'd take them into consideration, as I want to enjoy doing requests as much as you do when reading it.

I tend to prefer Hurt!Stephen or Whumpee!Stephen in h/c or whump scenarios, but I am not opposed to writing him being a caretaker. In the Sherlock fandom I prefer Hurt!Sherlock but, again, totally open to otherwise.

I love a lot of various tropes and things but am practically obsessed with whump and hurt/comfort. Angst is another one I absolutely love. I write fluff as well, but it usually requires a certain mood, so fluffy prompts might be replied to later than whumpy/angsty ones.

Most of my works are IronStrange but I love Wongrange just as much, if not more. Other ships are, again, totally alright. Although I am not very fond of these ships in particular: SpideyStrange, ScarletStrange, and x reader.

Other things

Be reminded that I am an amateur author and a human, so, despite me not being averse to 'constructive criticism', it'd be appreciated if you would kindly hold your opinions to yourself instead of sending hate asks/comments -- unless you can say them without being rude. Both explicitly and non-explicitly. I am not confident with my writing (as I should be, haha), and doing so will just discourage me further.

I post from a lot of fandoms. This is not an IronStrange-exclusive blog. Filter tags if and when necessary.

Minors are allowed to follow as I do not post anything too explicit; at least without tagging them. They would be tagged #tw suggestive or #tw explicit. I do however advise you to beware as I can be... a little bit... unhinged, sometimes.

Ask me if you want to translate/post my works to other platforms. You must have my written permission.

If you disagree with me (e.g. you characterise/see/view [Character A] as ... but I write them as ...), please keep in mind that all of this is fiction and everyone is allowed to have their own opinions. But well, feel free to discuss with me if you'd like.

Please don't hesitate if you have any questions! ^-^

I thiiiiink that sums up pretty much everything. If you've read this far, thanks for letting me waste your time!

Much love! Cheers! xoxo

- Kitty