#and the far more fucked up au is a modern one i talk abt with my dead dove pals

[gawayne]

if you haven't gotten lancelot for character bingo, then LANCELOT. if you have, then whatever morally questionable arthuriana woman you love most <3 (also p.s. when I reblogged that photo of the wet lil man on the beach I was like. this is tumblr user jetiisse's lancelot. he doesn't know it but that's what he is)

poor wet bastard is doomed to a life of suffering and doesn't even know it 😔✊

SO all lancelots are fun and i enjoy when he's horribly violent and tortured about it especially the way lou writes him, when i mess with him i tend to lean more into the sad pathetic angle with the violence as a bit of an afterthought. he is my biggest blorbo. i'll project issues i don't even have onto him. i'll give him issues that no one has ever had. he Has to be carried in a handbag otherwise he gets overwhelmed and starts trembling and barking at strangers. i'm sure we're all aware that he has chemistry with a lot of people but a/g/l is still my unrivalled favourite because i Need him to angst over it for like twenty years and then it turns out to be like not a big deal at all and then they're happy <3

okay Now i'm gonna get unhinged so everyone stop reading if u don't wanna hear about elaine (of corbenic) and lancelot's many mental illnesses. so obviously my favourite thing is when he's very very distressed and i think more media should lean into this plot point bc it's very interesting. one of toafk's best features imo was that white went fairly hard on describing how deeply lancelot was upset by his assault and how long that stuck with him. i also liked when guinevere was dismissive or downright cruel about his struggles, for one because lancelot thinks this is a reasonable response and for another because it hits to me like she's uncomfortable acknowledging the fact that her very best special knight Is vulnerable and Could vanish forever just because his brain doesn't work quite right. i also also liked when he almost hanged himself to avoid public embarassment <3

in conclusion my opinion is that he should and does suffer!

[sahkuna]

a follow up to this drabble i wrote abt fucking around with yuuji's older brother sukuna :3 but fret not, this can be read as a stand-alone

word count: 1.5k+

content warnings: 18+ minors dni, afab+fem! reader, childhood "friends" with benefits, best friend's brother trope, modern au, slight exhibitionism on the behalf of u and sukuna :3

You would rather die than step out into Sukuna's living room where his younger brother, Itadori Yuuji, sits blissfully unaware of your presence.

Half of you does not have the heart to walk out there and potentially expose the fact that ‘Hey, I’m that ‘random girl' that Sukuna has been canoodling with! Sorry about that, by the way!’ You couldn’t imagine his reaction and didn’t want to find out anytime soon, so you’re currently hiding out in Sukuna’s bedroom— praying and hoping that Yuuji would leave before you do.

After hearing the younger Itadori brother’s unrelenting fists pounding at Sukuna’s front door, you were absolutely mortified at the timing of it all. From his arrival to how Sukuna was balls deep inside your pussy— and showed little to no concern at the fact that Yuuji might hear the… commotion… on the other side— it all went from good to bad real fast.

It didn’t take long for Sukuna to grow irritated with the sounds of Yuuji’s incessant whining for him to open the door and not invite him over when he’s got ‘some girl’ there, before he finally pulled out of you, threw on some clothes and yanked the door open. Almost ripping it off its hinges.

Pushing back the thoughts of the sex (and how incredible it was), you focus on the main task at hand.

You need to leave. Now.

Squatted down on the floor, you search for your black lace bralette that Sukuna tossed into a corner hours before his little brother’s abrupt arrival. “Can’t believe this…” you mutter under your breath.

From behind you, you swear you hear a faint snicker coming from the man who got you in this predicament in the first place. He watches you with careful eyes as you tip-toe around his room with nothing but your jeans and socks on, trying not to alert your best friend in the next room over of your presence. “Relax, the brat can’t even hear you,” he says.

“You don’t know that,” you all but hiss, throwing a threatening glare (one that he doesn’t flinch under) Sukuna’s way. “He could be waiting there, ready to accost me the moment I walk out!”

Honestly, you wouldn’t blame Yuuji if he did choose to confront you and verbally rip you to shreds. For Christ’s sake, you were fucking his brother behind his back! Quite literally.

But despite the circumstances of you starting a “friends with benefits” type of relationship with Sukuna and how terrible it made you feel to secretly withhold something so significant from your best friend, you’d be lying if you said you wanted to stop.

Judging how Sukuna’s gaze trails up the expanse of your belly and lifts higher to linger briefly on the swell of your breasts, it’s safe to say he thinks the same.

 You toss a protective arm over your exposed chest to preserve some of your dignity despite the circumstances.

“Can you just—” you flounder for words, trying to find the best words to use next and finally settle on something. “Distract him? Talk to him so that when I leave, he doesn’t have time to digest that it’s me.”

There’s an amused glint in his eye, he’s far too entertained at your frail attempts to at least salvage this shitty situation. Your eyes leave him in search of your bra once more and breathe a quiet sigh of relief once you do spot it behind his dresser. “Just walk out the door. Who cares.” 

Wasting no time you throw on the undergarment, clasping it shut before your attention is drawn back to Sukuna. Your face morphs into pure astonishment at how nonchalant he is about this… and reckless. “Are you crazy?!” you whisper-yell for the second time that day.

The corners of his lips curl up, forming a wicked grin. “It’ll be fine. You should go out as you are right now.” He gestures at your half-dressed figure with an uncaring hand. “I’m sure he’ll like it.”

Speaking of…

“Give me one of your sweaters. Preferably one that has a hood.”

Sukuna’s eyes narrow, and his tone lowers a bit. “Leave with what you came with. Don’t know why you’re so threatened over the fact that he’ll see you.”

“No! Yuuji’s seen me one too many times in this shirt,” you reference the tee that is scribbled with your university’s name on its front, “so he’ll know it’s me if he were to turn his head.”

Sukuna clicks his tongue with annoyance and though it’s brief, you catch an expression that you can only chalk up to be one of disappointment flicker across his face before he schools it back into indifference. “Fine.”

Standing abruptly, Sukuna leaves his spot on his bed to head toward the closet. He digs around for a few seconds before he pulls out a black sweater and flings it at your face, effectively clouding your vision until you peel it off. “Hurry up then.” Is all you hear before he leaves the room to go see Yuuji once again.

Okay. That went… pretty well? Excluding the tough time Sukuna gave you before and after.

You let out another involuntary moan when Sukuna drives his hips into you when another round of knocks echoes throughout his apartment. You can feel your cunt squeeze around his cock, feeling the intense heat from the predicament you both were in right now.

“You’re real perverted, huh?” Sukuna’s hand finds the back of your neck. He squeezes. “Don’t tell me you’re getting turned on by this?”

Another muffled exclamation escapes you as you try to refute it, but Sukuna laughs at your attempt.

Yuuji might hear. Yuuji might hear. Yuuji might hear. That was all you could think of.

“Cute.” Is all Sukuna says before he’s back to thrusting his hips against yours. Forcing you to take it as you lay in a blissful, helpless state on his bed, rocking the bed roughly with every movement he made.

In and out, over and over and over and—

You smack your palms against your cheeks. Stop! Stop. Thinking. About it! You remind yourself.

You’re sure you’ve spent too much time here anyway, so you throw on Sukuna’s sweater hurriedly. As you hype yourself up to exit, you tuck away any hair that may show into the hoodie.

Thankfully, it seems like Yuuji has delved into chattering boisterously away about God knows what to Sukuna, while his older brother just sits there only offering a few grunts and affirmatory noises to show that he was listening. Kinda… Not really.

Stepping out from the bedroom, you close the door in a manner that would have Sukuna chiding you to ‘hurry the fuck up’. Once that’s done, you very quietly pad down the hallway and make a beeline straight towards your shoes. You thank your lucky stars you chose ones that were easy to slip on.

Great. Everything is going smoothly so far.

Yuuji’s still talking away and unaware of your company and you’re all dressed, ready to head back out to where the bustling street of Tokyo awaits you.

But it gets shot down too fast. Before you can even grasp your hand around the doorknob, you hear Sukuna speak up from behind you.

“Leaving so soon?”

That fucking asshole.

No way in hell did he just draw attention to you right as you were about to step out the door.

Biting your cheek you keep your back facing them, forehead pressed into the door’s frame as you grip its doorknob to refrain from screaming. “Mhm!”

Sukuna’s laughter is low and taunting. You can tell that he’s basking in this moment, being able to mock both you and his little brother at the same time in a manner that screams I know something that you don’t know.  “You know, she went to the same school as you, kid.” He’s now talking to Yuuji, prompting him to say something to you and he bites.

“It’s uh… nice to meet you?” you hear Yuuji say.

God, you can even picture that dumb confused yet polite expression he makes when he’s caught in an awkward situation.

“Mhm!” you repeat, because what the fuck else is there to say?

There’s a long beat of silence, the brothers don’t say anything and neither do you. You wouldn’t dare.

It isn’t until Itadori’s voice from the couch floats over to you. His tone is riddled with confusion and a bit of recognition. “Hold on, I think I—”

“I’m gonna see her off, don’t move.” Sukuna commands, successfully interrupting his train of thought. Swooping into the rescue, you hear him come up to you. He toes on his shoes and places his palm on top of yours so that he can twist the knob open. His hand dwarfs the size of your own.

Woof.

You’re ushered outside, and it’s like that all the way to the elevator with Sukuna’s hand still seizing your hand. It’s only when you slap your hand against the button calling for the elevator that he lets go. You don’t bother exchanging any parting words for him, seeing that you’re too peeved to do so anyway. Thus, Sukuna speaks up before the lift dings signifying its arrival.

“Same time next week?”

“Shut. Up!”

[anlian-aishang]

Kinktober Day 2: Phone Sex

okay so i think levi would be trash at phone sex at first like reader would be like “talk to me” so levi’s like “uh okay” and starts taking abt his day reader is like “no talk dirty to me” and then he’s like “ohhh” so he googles some dirty phrases real fast but while it’s happening he gets into the spirit of it and is like “wow, let’s do that more often"

Word count: 2300

Tags: levi x reader, smut, modern AU, fem!reader

A longstanding miscommunication his business trips had always been. The two of you were ever so honest, but for some reason, when it came to this matter, both of you were overly considerate of the other to the point of mutual disappointment.

Sat up in bed, you would watch him pack a suitcase and wish that you were doing it with him. Levi could feel your eyes on his every move, could read your longing mind. He looked to you, voice pained. “You’ll just be sitting in a hotel room all day, I don’t want you to die of boredom.” Swiftly, he zipped his case shut, “And trust me, you would.”

You crossed your arms, pouting, “Trust me, I wouldn’t.” Hands in your lap, you made your case, “You think I can’t find something to do in the city?”

Through sullen bangs, doubtful eye contact matched his tone, “Not if the city is Lincoln, Nebraska.”

That was how it always went. Lincoln, Redmond, Augusta, Levi insisted you would rather stay home while you insisted you would rather be with him. At last, the two of you would settle: he would only be gone two to three days, and he would make it all up to you as soon as he stepped off the plane.

And he always fulfilled that promise. Your favorite takeout bought on his way home. Cleaning the kitchen - cleaning everything - right after that dinner. For you: at least one orgasm for every night he had been away. That kept you content enough, always forgetting the back-and-forth debate that had preceded his departure - until his next assignment.

But then came this one. A deal that couldn’t close, was how you understood it. Phoning you in frustration, Levi described it rather as A staff with no brain cells. Two days turned to three. Three to four. Four to five. Head in his hand, between fingers, Levi peeked at his desk calendar. Tonight would make one week. Fuck it, he did not even need the calendar to know that. His heart missed you. His arms felt empty. But even more pressing was his pent-up desire, literally pressing against the inside of his slacks. For as far back as he could remember in your relationship, the two of you had never gone this long without sleeping together. 

On the way to his cab, Levi held his briefcase at his lower front, an unnatural attempt to look natural as he hid the symptom of unspent passion. Cheeks flushed red, strung-out anxiety told him that all his coworkers were surely pointing and laughing from the skyscraper above. Levi cursed himself: I really should’ve brought her. 

One step at a time. Levi ducked into the taxi, “Embassy on 10th.” In those three words, even the driver could tell he was irritated. They clenched their teeth when his phone rang, praying it would not stress the passenger even more.

But before Levi even answered the phone, he was already scoffing. His work phone’s ringtone rang especially loud, pitch particularly high. Without checking the caller ID, he flipped open his cell and growled, “Ackerman. After hours. What do you need?”

Damn. You pointed your knees together, hand massaged your thigh. You had not heard this tone of his in quite some time, but as your heat started to simmer, you smiled, deciding you did not mind it. In fact, it gave you inspiration to sing a serenade of your own, “Well, hello, Mr. Ackerman after hours.” He could hear the smirk in your speech, “I’m happy you asked - turns out, I need you.”

Which riled him as well. Foremost, he felt his pants tighten. Though that was shortly followed by another attempt to retain composure. Brief eye contact made in the driver’s rearview mirror, Levi cleared his throat, “You called my work number, something wrong?”

“Depends how you define wrong.” You twisted a strand of hair around your finger, as you attempted to wrap your husband the same, “But tell me about you, how was your day?” Biting back a smile, you sang, “Talk to me.” 

Your invitation came right as his ride pulled up to the drop-off. “Um, well…” Levi tucked you between his ear and neck, freeing his hands. He reached into his pants pocket, where he thought he felt his wallet, but no - that was something else. Levi grit his teeth - you idiot, get it together - as he fumbled, finally remembering that he always kept his cash in his suitjacket lining. Hastily, he pulled out a 20. In the distance, you heard, “Keep the change.”

Past the revolving doors, a cordial wave to the front desk, Levi was multitasking quite a bit after such a long work week. Leaving a tip. Hiding what’s in front. Answering you. At the door to his suite, he swiped his keycard. The lock was so stubborn, his movements so hasty, it took him five tries and a slew of swears to get in. “Goddammit.” 

“Levi?”

“Sorry.” Finally inside, Levi unlaced his Oxfords and stepped out of his shoes. Once in the routine of his unwind, he managed enough coherence to answer, “Day’s been - you know - the same as all the rest of them.” In your speaker, you could hear his exhaustion. Silk against cotton as he threaded his tie out from under his collar. “Lots of idiots. Not a lot of progress.” Thud of his briefcase onto the coffee table. “If I’m lucky, I’ll be back home by Wednesday.” The crunch of his comforter as he sat on the edge of the bed, “I’m sorry, I’m sure you miss me…”

The first potential he had given you all conversation, you jumped on it, “You’re right, baby…” wide smile, whiny voice, “I do miss you a lot.”

“The thing is, it’ll all depend on circulating the contract and obtaining the right signatures.” Levi rubbed his forehead and loathed, “That is… if these people are even capable of spelling their own names.”

That wasn’t the response you were aiming for.

Fingers curled to the hem of your dress, bunching your fabric and bringing it to your core. Batting your eyelashes, “Levi, honey?”

Unbuttoning his shirt, “Yeah?”

“I meant talk dirty to me.”

Red warmed his cheeks, the heat of embarrassment tantalizingly mixed with the fire only you could spark. At your order, it clicked for him. In the privacy of his hotel room and with his lover on the phone, he did not have to act so professional anymore. In fact, you encouraged him to act the opposite - to completely unwind with you. 

“O-Oh,” Levi swallowed, speaking quietly, “right.”

The only thing was - he had not done this before. But what better time to start? And how else would he learn? Adrenaline accelerated his movements as he reached for his laptop, slinging it from his table to his side. He clenched his teeth, nervous, and held the phone away from his computer - just far enough so that you could not hear his hurried clacks. 

The first search result, “What are you wearing tonight?”

You smiled to yourself, There you go. “Oh, I’m glad you asked.” You smoothed your hand along the garment’s fabric, flattening its folds “Remember our honeymoon?” 

Levi felt his pants tighten even more, calloused fingers undid his buckle, slithered his belt from beneath its loops. “Yes, I remember.” That low in his voice was a major tell. Despite how calm he sounded, you knew it as a facade - an attempt to keep cool before he started to waver.

“And that little store we stopped at? And the dress you bought me there?”

Yes, he remembered. Black silk body hugged all the right places. See-through lace revealed all the right places. At the memory, Levi automatically hooked his thumb over the waistband of his briefs, easing that tautness just enough to let him breathe. An uneven sigh escaped his lips, picked up by your receiver. 

A single laugh, “Seems like you remember.”

His mind was racing, but his mouth could not seem to move. Hurriedly, Levi looked back to his screen. “Without me there?”

“This is the next best thing, isn’t it, dear?” Levi heard the wooden drag of the drawer to your bedside table. Hand felt around for the silicone device that lay inside. “A less loyal wife would be happy to enjoy herself by herself, but I thought it would be more fun to at least give you a listen.”

Levi’s ears perked up at the familiar sound. A deep click! And a droning buzz. As always, followed by your initial whines- over them, you invited, “Even better if you’d join me.”

By then, you did not have to coach him. His needs had already taken over. The first warming strokes had him melting with pleasure, outpoured in praise, “What the fuck ever did I do to deserve you?”

“Oh so much, darling.” You wedged your vibrator between your folds, further inside with each thought of your husband’s love, “You bought me this lingerie and this toy, right?” They weren’t so cheap, either. “Blowing my back out after a hard day’s work.” Spending his last ounces of energy on your pleasure. “And cleaning the kitchen counter -” you growled, “- just to fuck me on top of it.”

Some of this favorite memories came flooding back to him, he felt this phone sex would become a new one. With each sentence you spoke, he felt his motions move to match their intensity. Suddenly, it became painfully obvious what a week of abstinence could do to him, especially after the fruitful years you two had shared together. Fingers ran over his tip, sweeping some of his leaking arousal back down his shaft. At the sensation, Levi arched his back and groaned, “You’ve got it wrong, sweetheart.” Levi pressed his cell right to his mouth, letting you hear the gratitude in every word, “You spoil me.” 

“Oh, yeah?” Your thumb gave another click, increasing the level. “Tell me, baby…”

“The way you suck me off and drink it down, swallowing it all, every last drop.” The grip on his member turned white-knuckle. “Taking it all so well…” Massaging his entire length now - base to tip - mimicking the way he could pound fully into you. “No one else can do it like you, babe. I bet you know that.” 

Levi smirked, continuing, “And I’ll bet you planned all this, too. Knowing the long week I’ve been having, you thought up just the thing to fix it,” Levi’s hips began the transition from rocking to bucking, “didn’t you, brat?”

Reacting to your pet name, your wet walls hugged your toy even closer, bringing the vibrations right to your sweet spot. Fingers flinched into the sheets as you strained, “Guilty.”

At your sass, he felt the reflex to give you a spank, but with you not there, he could only expel that energy onto his own cock. Levi snickered, “Such a good fucking girl.”

That was it. What you had been looking for. The flawless combination of his confidence and compliments, his voice alone was enough to push you over the edge. Your arms weakened, legs spasmed. Toes curled into the mattress, bracing yourself for the flood as you felt your dam start to break, “Y’Yours…” Broken. “Yours, Levi!”

“That’s right, princess.” He rewarded, then commanded, “Again. Louder.”

“Y’Yours!” Cumming… Cumming!! “Y’Yours, Le’vi!”

His movements were out of his control now. Faster than he could handle. Only once he heard you reach your peak, he allowed himself to get there as well. Given the timing of his mewls, despite the hell week he had withstood, you could tell he had still waited for you to finish first. Such a good boy.

Past grit teeth, his whines escaped. In your ear, you picked up his hesitation. Even in the throes of your climax, you made sure to let him know it was okay to let himself loose - finally. “Go ahead, Levi… Let it out.” Just the right words for the setting, “You’ve earned it.”

Whenever he masturbated, he tried to conjure up a scene, a memory, a fantasy. This time, though, he did not have to. The thought - the reality - that you had set this up and done this all for him was sexier than anything he could imagine. A steep arch of his back. A quiver in his lip. One hand clutched his cock - certain he was about to cum. The other his heart - ready for it to burst.

Just as the first wave began to tide, twitching nerves dropped his phone - you could tell by the clash of metal on sheets. At first, your jaw dropped with a pang of disappointment, but that disappointment was short-lived. For even though the distance had grown, his voice still managed to resound throughout the room. Unthwarted cries, filthy words, and stuttered syllables of your name  - despite the separation between his mouth and the microphone - you heard them loud and clear. In that way, it was made even better, as your mind started to wander. Imagine if you were there. He must be screaming.

The orgasm long-awaited lasted impossibly long. In its wake, Levi tilted his head back against the headboard and released a shaky, drawn-out sigh. Over the line, you could hear him as he caught his breath, could practically see his eyes rolled back and fluttered shut. Hand stuck to his chest, shining with sweat, palm pounded by his heartbeat still racing. 

You had such a clear picture already, but still, you needed to hear it. Off the cusp of climax, you were already flirting again. You traced your fingertips along your neck. Teeth grazed your lip before dragging to release. Lips parted, excited to ask him what he thought, but your husband unknowingly interrupted in the best way possible:

“Wow,” breathless, exasperated, ready for more, “let’s do that more often.” 

// Kinktober Year 3 Masterlist //

[czenzo]

Pretty Boy

[ao3] Skullyle Internet Friends Series: [1 – Pretty Boy] [2 – Missed Call]

summary:

[Skull] any updates on Pretty Boy? [Joan] I told you to stop calling him that

Lucy, a barista, finds herself drawn to the regular with long legs and perfect hair. Her internet friend �� a snarky guy only known by the nickname Skull – finds her silly little crush hilarious (and may be a little bit jealous).

words: 2085 rating: T

notes: I have genuinely never considered Skullyle before, but I scrolled by this post by @lucy-lockwood and immediately opened Scrivener. I've also never seen Skull as anything but a cat in modern AUs before, but the thought of him being Lucy's internet friend with far too much time on his hands and the burning desire to blow up Lucy's phone with his abundance of sarcastic notifications was too much for me to resist

edit: now with a sequel!

Lucy’s phone buzzed, and she knew who it was before she picked it up.

[Skull] any updates on Pretty Boy?

[Joan] I told you to stop calling him that

[Skull] + i never agreed [Skull] ur avoiding the question.

She glanced up at her surroundings. They were in the lull between the morning and lunch rush; the only occupants besides herself and Holly were the bespectacled boy tapping away at his laptop in the corner, and the man with the oddly impressive moustache sipping tea by the window. There was nothing or no one stopping her from texting back, which wasn’t necessarily a good thing.

[Joan] I haven’t seen him today. there’s nothing to update you on

[Skull] bullshit [Skull] doesnt need 2 b a concrete physical update [Skull] ik u have already spent a minimum of 2 hours thinking abt him this morning [Skull] his hair. his lanky fucking legs. [Skull] penny for ur sickeningly sappy thoughts ma’am

[Joan] why are you concerning yourself with my thoughts about him [Joan] jealous much?

It took a strange amount of time for a reply to come through.

[Skull] HAHAHAHA [Skull] HAHAHAHAHAHAHA [Skull] that was so funny! real knee slapper!! have u considered ditching the coffee + pursuing comedy

[Joan] maybe I will. [Joan] wait shit hold on he’s just come in

She shoved her phone in her apron and immediately it began buzzing with message notifications, each one presumably more sarcastic than the last. Lucy was far too distracted to care; Lockwood had just walked in.

Lockwood. First name unknown, amount of patterned ties owned unknown (but it was at least twelve), regular orderer of one Earl Grey tea with milk and a ginger biscuit to go. He normally showed up during the morning rush which never left Lucy any time to talk to him outside of the standard cash register exchange, but today was different – he was running late. How interesting, Lucy thought, as she ignored her phone buzzing for the hundredth time. She ought to put it on silent.

“Morning,” Lockwood said as he approached the counter. “One Earl—”

“Grey tea with milk, ooh, and a ginger biscuit too, please?” Lucy said without fully intending to. She froze. Lockwood stared for an excruciating moment until the corner of his mouth quirked up.

“Do I really order that every time?”

“Pretty much every morning, yes.” She occupied herself with entering the order in the till, if only to avoid having to make eye contact. “Will that be everything?”

Of course, it was, and of course, the name for the cup was Lockwood, though Lucy only asked him to not seem like a complete creep with her memory.

Lockwood idled by the counter, scrolling through his phone as Lucy went to work putting his order together. Holly was in the back. The bespectacled kid didn’t make a noise, aside from the clacking of his keyboard. The moustached man quietly sipped his tea. It almost felt as if she and Lockwood were alone, and Lucy wasn’t sure how that made her feel.

She steeled her nerves to say something new. Now or never. “Running late today, are we?”

“I was, up until a few minutes ago. My morning meeting’s been cancelled, so I’m now free until eleven, which is certainly an odd feeling.”

Morning meeting? Lucy thought he was around her age – early twenties – and here she was, working a 9–5 making coffee, while he probably made double her wage in some swanky office. How lovely to think about.

“Yet you still came for your tea and biscuit.”

“Of course. I can barely function without it. Thank you,” he said as she slid his order towards him. He picked it up, hesitated, and looked around the room. When his eyes fell on the bespectacled boy, his face lit up.

“George! I didn’t realise you’d be here.” He strode over to the corner table and made himself comfortable opposite the boy and his laptop. Lucy watched them for a moment or two before realising she probably looked incredibly creepy again, and opted instead to lean against the counter and make sure Skull hadn’t collapsed in her absence.

Thirty-two unread messages. Half of them described Lucy batting her eyes and pouting her lips while Pretty Boy smouldered and sipped his ‘stupidly pretentious earl grey tea, who even fucking drinks that? just drink bog standard english breakfast like any normal self respecting brit’. The other half consisted of incoherent babbling which probably only made sense to Skull himself.

[Joan] you really missed me in those ten minutes I was gone, didn’t you?

[Skull] u flatter urself joanie [Skull] those 10 mins were the best of my entire life actually [Skull] peaceful bliss. pure unadulterated zen [Skull] so did u just run through ur normal coffee shop script like a coward or did u actually make a move

[Joan] I pointed out that he was running late, and he said a cancellation had changed his morning schedule

[Skull] god damn its straight from a film. so romantic!! [Skull] if u cant tell im currently blushing + swinging my feet back n forth in the air [Skull] eee tell me MORE!!

[Joan] I’m immune to your sarcasm. I diverted from my usual script! that’s better than nothing

[Skull] u talked about his morning. schedule. talk of google calendar will not segue into sloppy making out

[Joan] don’t say that. don’t be gross.

[Skull] it comes naturally 2 me [Skull] just like being romantically incompetent comes naturally 2 u

[Joan] he’s still here. I could still say something else

[Skull] rip the coffee machine from its fixings + do a back handspring off the counter, thatll 100% get his attention [Skull] try screeching like a banshee too. rlly turns a guy on

[Joan] noted. thank you for your wisdom.

[Skull] anytime B)

Across the room, Lockwood was talking animatedly to George, who listened yet continued typing. Lucy checked her watch: half past ten. Thirty minutes until Lockwood was busy again. She was so focused on working out what to do to catch his attention and make an impression that when Holly approached from behind with a soft hey, Lucy practically shot ten feet into the air.

“Hol,” she said, one hand on her chest. She’d almost flung her phone into the glass display case.

“Ooh, I’m so sorry. Didn’t mean to frighten you!” Holly beamed. Her usual cheer could never be dampened by the chaotic mornings on the job. “What’s gotten you so distrac— ah. He seems rather relaxed for someone running late, doesn’t he?”

“Schedule change,” Lucy murmured. “Cancelled meeting.”

“Lucky him. What I wouldn’t give for the morning rush to be cancelled for a day.” Holly nodded to the phone in Lucy’s hand. It buzzed once, as if reminding her it was still there. “Skull boy?”

Lucy nodded. She and Skull had been friends – acquaintances, as he often corrected – for nearly half a year. They’d frequented the same paranormal forums, and after finding themselves in an intense debate over whether ghosts would be able to talk coherently and being berated by mods for spamming the entire place out, had taken it to private messages instead. In six months they still hadn’t settled the dispute, but somehow managed to form something akin to a friendship.

Exchanging personal info was, they had silently agreed, a complete No. From the way he spoke (or rather typed), she guessed he wasn’t far off her age, but besides that only knew him by his skull icon. In turn, he only knew her by her vinyl icon and the choice to go by her middle name online. It was an admittedly dodgy setup – he could be anyone, could be capable of anything – but Lucy had grown accustomed to his sarcastic commentary and brashness, and would be hesitant to let it go.

She’d told Holly about him after being caught texting on the job one too many times.

“Yeah,” she said, tucking her phone back into her pocket. “Being his usual self.”

“No surprise there. But hey, I need your help prepping for the lunch rush. How about you clear Moustache’s table – which, may I point out, is conveniently near the corner – and then come join me in the back. Alright?”

Lucy followed her pointed, neatly manicured finger. Moustache man was gone and Holly was right, his table was close enough to Lockwood’s that clearing it would give her a second shot at conversation. She made a mental note to buy Hol a slice of carrot cake after their shift, and beelined to the table adorned with empty cups and plates.

From here, she could pick up on snatches of their conversation. It all seemed to be business stuff, and it gave her the impression that Lockwood and this George worked together, but their senses of dress were so starkly different that there was no way it was possible. A suit and tie and a graphic tee didn’t belong in the same office.

She stacked the dishes. Wiped the table. Realised she had absolutely no clue what she could talk about. If her hands were free she would have instinctively asked Skull, despite knowing he’d provide a stupid answer.

“Can we help you?” George said over Lockwood’s shoulder.

Lucy blinked.

Shit. She’d been staring again.

She could practically see the taunting messages Skull would send.

“Er,” she said eloquently. “Sorry. Was just wondering if you two needed anything? Cutlery? Sugar?”

Lucy worked hard to not drop the dishes in her hands when Lockwood turned around with a gleaming smile. “Oh, no, thank you. But – do you need any help with that? That all seems quite heavy.”

Moustache man tended to order multiple things requiring multiple plates and a variety of cutlery, and today was no exception. Yes, it was heavy, however no amount of silly infatuation was going to get Lucy to admit it.

She shook her head. “I’m fine, thank you. Could do this in my sleep.”

Lockwood continued to smile. It looked effortless. “Impressive. I’m sure you could take my order asleep, too.”

“Oh, any trained monkey could do that.”

“I ought to start changing my routine, if I’m that known for ordering the same thing every day.”

“It’s like you want me to mess up. No matter what you ask for, I’ll be sliding that Earl Grey and ginger biscuit over to you. It’s just muscle memory.”

“It could be fun to test you,” he said, eyebrows raising. “Up for a challenge?”

“A challenge? Pressing some new buttons and putting slightly different things into a cup? You underestimate me.”

“My apologies—” Here Lockwood squinted and leant forward ever so slightly. It took Lucy a second to realise he was checking her name tag. “—Lucy. I never meant to insult your barista expertise.”

“That’s more like it, Lockwood.”

“Feisty, this one,” George mused from behind his laptop.

“Lucy!” came Holly’s voice from the back. Lucy jolted and only just kept her grip on the plates. Awkwardly, she flashed a smile at the two boys and scurried back to the safety of being behind the counter.

With the dirty dishes deposited in the sink and officially Future Lucy’s problem, she followed the sound of Holly’s voice into the back, but made sure to check her phone along the way.

[Skull] god, hes bloody gone and done you in, hasnt he [Skull] i can see the headlines now: SAD LITTLE BARISTA MURDERED IN COLD BLOOD AT CAFE BY BLOKE WITH FREAKISHLY LONG LEGS AND A SHIT TASTE IN TEA

[Joan] I’m still alive. you’re very dramatic [Joan] I can’t always be on my phone, I surprisingly have things to do at work

[Skull] how dare u prioritise money over me, ur dearest most precious acquaintance [Skull] so he didnt kill u. [Skull] u definitely chickened out

[Joan] as a matter of fact, I didn’t!

[Skull] bullshit

[Joan] had almost a whole conversation, actually. proud?

[Skull] gobsmacked. [Skull] are u sure u didn’t get kidnapped and replaced by a clone with more confidence + better social skills

[Joan] har har. [Joan] talk later. we’re about to get busy again.

[Skull] you can store me in ur pocket all u like but i refuse to be silenced

Lucy turned on silent mode and slid her phone into her back pocket. Skull could wait. She had a lunch rush to prepare for, but the thrill of finally properly talking to Lockwood was enough to keep a smile on her face the whole way through it.

[saintbehemoth]

8, 16 and 24 🔥🔥🔥

ty for the ask ^-^

8 common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

that aemond is a mummy’s boy who would never disobey her and knows her so well and always seeks her approval - this is particularly prevalent in modern au’s. like yes he loves her but he’s not sacrificing his wants to make her happy. example: that scene after young aemond has been scrabbling around the dragon tunnels, alicent’s like how many times have i told you not to do this/you don’t need a dragon. he’s the type of son who goes ok fine :| to her face then turns around and does exactly what she told him not to. another example: does not return to KL to rescue her but continues fucking about in the riverlands.

aemond is obstinate!!! he and alicent love each other but fundamentally they are always at odds (toxic family dynamics yayy) bc 1. she is dedicated to duty and cant understand why he can’t just do as he’s told (alicent always did what her father told her) and 2. aemond cannot understand her infinite dedication to his deadbeat lazy rapist undeserving big brother. ive said this before but for alicent she likes aemond as a person the most out of her kids but loves aegon to ruin

adjacently that rhaenicent love each other more than their own kids. sorry but in no situation or au can i see either one sacrificing a child for the other

EDIT: the idea that the blacks are one big happy family who totally get on and there’s never any conflict ever. normal boy jake worst joke ever bc people took it seriously

16 you can’t understand why so many people like this thing

lukeharem. why was he getting shipped with so many hotd and nonhotd characters it’s actually fascinating from like an anthropological view. the transformative momentum of fan interaction that removes it so far from the canon source that it’s essentially unrecognisable.

24 topic that brings up the most rancid discourse

anything to do with womens agency. the way people talk abt sex outside marriage and bastardy you’d think we were still in the 1300s. actually genuinely disturbing

[toxiic-wastee]

hey buddy, I’ve got a request

how does the duwang gang (+Hazamada and Mikitaka and maybe even Yukako 😳😳) react to reader sending dumb shit at 3 AM? like memes or what happened in their dream. modern AU kinda because of textin and all, also gender neutral preferred.

sorry if you’re working on something else, thank you buddyyyyyy 🐎🐎🐎

IM WORKING ON DIFFERENT 7 SMUT REQUESTS BUT THIS IS BETTER. THIS IS FAR MORE IMPORTANT IT IS 3:12 PM AND IM IN THE SHOWER WHILE WRITING THIS ON A TUESDAY SO LETS SEE HOW FAST I CAN WRITE THIS WOOOOOO. Idk who you count as the Duwang but Ik who I count so. Can be read as romantic or platonic (except for Koichi it’s romantic for him)

Josuke

-you remind him of Okuyasu tbh, the memes, the stupid ass dreams, the rants and you being sleepy and dumb.

-it’s so funny to him though.

-Tomoko took away his video game console for 2 weeks because she caught him talking to you at 4am.

-you told him about what happened in your dream and he mentally face Palmed, he gave you a resting bitch face picture once and you saw his hair all messy and you laughed at him so much. (Even going as far to threaten to leak the photo)

-there’s probably a group chat if you and Josuke and Okuyasu and Josuke just has to put up with your guys’ bullshit lmao.

Okuyasu

-what makes you think he isn’t doing the exact same thing to you??

-you guys get no fucking sleep I swear. you both constantly text, and the fact you're just as weird as him makes him so happy, youre his 1st best bud, mans dont even care about Josuke anymore.

-he wakes up early so he can go to your house and walk to school together so instead of texting you abt his dream he can yell it at you.

-he probably sends you old vines.

Koichi

-Ayana found him asleep with his phone buzzing due to you spamming him at 3am.

-he isn’t awake very late, he goes to sleep early. So when you first start spamming him he adjusts his sleep schedule to be able to text you. He probably gets caught talking to you a couple times by Mrs. Hirose, she’s so nice and sweet though. she gives him a warning and invites you over to spend the night and makes you guys food. But Ayana eavesdrops and reports to her mother about your guys’ conversations..

-he genuinely thinks the stuff you send him is funny and he giggles silently at all the stupid shit you send him.

Rohan Kishibabe

-he is so fucking pissed.

-“Y/N why would you interrupt me for your childish stories?”

-he probably blocks you :/ (he unblocks you later tho,, only to block you again the next night, it’s an endless cycle.)

-After a while he enjoys your goofy stories about your dreams, he may smile at your memes sometimes but never to go as far to actually laugh.

-you guys probably call often, Rohan is good at multitasking and can call while drawing his manga.

-as long as you don’t tell anybody your calling him during work hours he doesn’t care. (He doesn’t want the gang calling him while he’s at work, ur the exception)

-if he is up late and texts you it’s probably him giving you a list of shampoo, soaps and cleaning products because he says you stink.

Yukako Yamagashi

-As seen in most of Yukakos episodes she doesn’t enjoy people goofing off a lot, she’s strict and focused. Which is so beautiful I love her-

-She doesn’t mind you going off task and not sleeping though. Mainly because you spend the time texting her. She adores you and the stuff you find funny. She isn’t one for memes but I can see her liking memes after you spam them.

-whenever you tell Yukako about your dreams she always laughs and chuckles, she sends back long detailed paragraphs in response but if she’s too tired she send small paragraphs with poor grammar.

-She probably sends you pictures of herself at night, mainly her getting ready for bed with a smile, to remind you to “Go to sleep, we have a long day ahead of us! ❤️”

Hazamada

-he’s the type to send cursed images, you can expect horrifying shit to look at, I kinda feel like he would send pictures of dead animals with the words “Pablo dead” over them?? If this stuff freaks you out it’s gonna be a fictional animal, probably from a manga he likes.

-he tells you about his dreams too, he usually has nightmares but telling you helps him laugh it off.

-sometimes Surface steals Toshikazu’s phone and texts you, and if he does it means Hazamada is asleep. Toshikazu will take a picture of the sleeping Hazamada and send it to you saying “bitch fell asleep at 9pm.”

Mikitaka

-he doesn’t have a phone, you’d probably have to buy him one. Or he’ll steal one. Either works 🤪

-he is amused by your ranting, he finds it very enjoyable.

-he doesn’t understand many of your memes but he always laughs.

[cupidbunny]

Continuation of

Tags; Alcohol, arguing, angst, regret, hurt/comfort, anxiety attack, Mentions of Cheating, Childe’s real name

Major TW; PTSD attack mentioned in detail, please read carefully

It happened again. Yet another person flirting with your boyfriend as you stood near him in a crowded bar. Of course, he rejected their advances, stating that he was already taken but it made you furious. You chugged another shot in pure anger, tears stinging your eyes as you held them back.

Your back away from him as he went to the other side, seeming to go greet someone. You huffed in anger as you got another, the bartender eyeing you. You payed quickly, but it seemed as if she was more worried about your quick drinking.

You didn’t care, just enough to make the lights go out. Take away the pain of jealousy.

‘Idiot, idiot, idiot. Why are you dating him? He’ll leave you for someone more attractive anyways.’ The thoughts burned at the back of your mind as you chugged the last shot. You turned back and saw someone else going onto your boyfriend, pushing themselves against him. That did it.

You grabbed your things, paying and tipping the bartender as you rushed outside. Ajax barely noticed you because of the crowd, and quickly rejecting the person.

Once you were outside, you finally let the dam break, letting your tears roll down your face. Everything was so blurry, even before you were crying so it made it worse.

A small group of girls passed, asking if you were okay. You could barely hold yourself still as you shook with sobs. The girls got worried, pulling you over to a bench to stabilize yourself. You took some deep breaths and thanked them, lying that you were fine. You weren’t. But they left by the time you realized that. Your movement was unsteady and you wobbled as you walked. Home wasn’t too far though, right?

God, it was a miracle that you got home safely, stumbling on your things as you crashed on the couch. You groaned as you heard the door click and open, footsteps quickly approaching. You looked up, seeing the hazy figure of Ajax.

You wanted to hug him, cry into his arms, let him comfort you, anything. But your pride didn’t let you. And neither did he.

“Where the hell did you go? I was looking all over for you?” His tone sounded…concerned? Sounds were hazy

“Like it matters…” You made out, narrowing your eyes at him.

“Of course it does, I don’t want you leaving me like that!”

“But you can leave to go with some stranger? Nice bullshit.” You could hear him groan.

“This shit again? God, why do you always get like this-“

“I’m supposed to be okay with it? Seeing people just…smother themselves all over you?”

“I’ve already said it, let it fucking go! God you’re so-annoying!”

The moment he said that was the moment the room went quiet. He stood their, and you could sense that he…didn’t seem to regret a single thing he said.

“I’m going to bed. Go…calm down or some shit…” He muttered, turning away as the anger still radiated from him as he went to your room.

Tears pricked your eyes again as you started to cry again. You ran to the bathroom, closing the door as fast as you could. You tried to steady your breathing but you were shaking again, your breathing unsteady.

‘It’s happening again, no no no no, not again’ Your mind screamed as you held yourself. The memories came back to you, your last relationship that left you broken. The day they left you, and hurt you the most. The day that played over and over again, rendering you useless as your felt the pain rush back again and again as all you could do was sob. And sob. And sob, wishing someone would save you. But no one did. You passed out from it all, from the exhaustion most likely.

Ajax had gone to bed, closing his door as he heard you slam the bathroom door shut. He stood for a few moments, letting everything sink in and feeling a wave of regret wash over him. He shouldn’t have done that, you were already hurt and he was supposed to comfort you. He sighed, sitting on his bed for several, long moments before getting back up. He sighed, opening his door and then knocking on the bathroom door.

“[Name]…I’m sorry okay? I…I didn’t mean to say that shit. I was angry, and…I should’ve comforted you instead…” He waited a fee moments before calling for you again. He grew more panicked as you wouldn’t reply the more he called. He eventually opened the door with brute force and saw you on the floor, passed out with a look of pain. A wave of emotions crashed over him as he quickly grabbed you, picking you up and being you to your room. He set you down on the bed, quickly making sure that you weren’t hurt as he realized that you were still crying in your sleep. His face changed into one of regret, hurt, and other negative emotions. Mainly hate, but for himself. For leaving you alone, for doing all this.

He wrapped his hands around you, holding you tight to his chest as he tried his best to comfort you. Somehow, you slowly started to calm down, your breathing returning to normal as you finally stopped crying. Ajax smiled, at least a bit relieved to see you okay. He ended up awake for most of the night, making sure you were okay.

You woke up with a pounding headache, and felt Ajax with his arms still around you. He smiled weakly, his bags dark.

“You’re awake. Do…you want breakfast? Or something for your hangover?” You didn’t want to fight, too tired to do so. You simply nodded and he kissed your forehead as he slowly slipped out of bed. You missed him already.

He walked back in, with food and something for your hangover as he cupped your cheek in his hand. Once you finished your food, you got ready to speak but he beat you to it.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done…that. I should’ve been there for you [Name]….” He trailed off, seeming as if he he didnt know what to say.

“It’s…okay. I just…I don’t want it to happen again. I didn’t want to seem…pushy but it hurt me a lot.” He nodded as you spoke, since you’ve told him before what ‘it’ was.

You two talked it out, spending the day together to make up for it. It was nice to be back in your boyfriends arms.

So, I’ll probably write a fluff about this later, but I hope he wasn’t too ooc. Also, the ‘it’ was your past lover cheated and basically ridiculed/gaslighted about it. What Childe did reminded you of that day, which sent you into an attack. {He knew abt the partner but not the trigger}

Self indulgent once again <3

<3

[stereotaehyungnie]

Aot headcanons

๑ Reiner Braun ⊰⊹ฺ dating modern au

cw! : smut, nsfw, minors do not interact, but also tons of fluff.

n/a: reiner is my man im sorry but i need to share how i feel abot this man!

a gentle gigant

huge fan of kisses of ANY kind slow, sensual, lot of tongue, fast, hungry. ANY kind literally this man KNOWS WHAT IT DOES.

he need some praise (say good boy and this man cracks just 4040 error).

this gigant can't dance tall and big like that, he cant even put one feet to the side without falling.

but can cook nicely, mamas boy knows how to temper.

cuddles cuddles cuddles

lack of sleep, this mf has many nightmares and chills at night, it is miraculous to see him sleeping more than three hours.

that man will see stars if you massage him no matter where your hands, back, feet or balls (🌝).

he likes intimacy so showering together is a PRECIOUS THING almost religious.

it doesn't look like it but it loves your hair if you like it you will spend hours combing it, braiding it, fixing it as you please.

this man knows the lover he has and he will make it a point to stare at you and tell you how beautiful you are, how juicy you look in that outfit (even if it's old pajamas of yours), how he wanna kiss you so hard... mf got you tripping just from your gaze... how dirty.

switch baby this man is a massive switch

he even show and bought you sex toy to peg him with.

this man can open A SEXSHOP bc he have EVERYTHING you think! Really into sex!

dont think he is into degradation, in a bad day he might cry if you call him slut, whore or anything like that but call him puppy or honey this man will be flying high.

when he is a sub he will be loud, he want everyone knowing he is yours...

Suck them tiddies and you will see him whimper rubbing on nothing trying to realise the pain.

sex w him = groans, moans, cum everywhere, red lips, deep breath but summing up a great mess!

many funny and embarrassing moments to share (one i like to imagine is him taking you from behind in front of a mirror but you endup losing balance falling in your face... bleed nose, cunt tripping and he all worried... funniest day it was!)

dirty jokes! not good at this but he laugh so hard at then that you endup laughing bc of his laughter.

me my boyfriend and his boyfriend Berthl.

old soul so he is kinda lost on social medias principally tiktok will fall in every prank, can not follow your memes, does not understand why the hell you, Connie, Jean and Sasha cant stop bitting your lips and poiting your arms but when he understand THIS MAN CANT STOP ANYMORE, you were chilling and FUCK BOY FACE IN YOUR FACE.

the best looking after sad, tired or sick people.He only knows what to do and what to say, when and how so it's easy to comfort yourself and move on.

expert in dates flowers, chocolate, fancy dinner, something more private, somewhere near, far. If you tell him to take you to the moon HE WILL DO IT.

he is empathetic with everything you do. He knows your pain, he celebrates your victory, he helps you with your doubts precisely because he knows what it's like to be left out.

grabbing your cheeks and thighs is relaxing and the best thing he does in his day so believe or not but soon in the morning when he is waking up he will cup your cheeks and kiss your whole face!

he loves seeing you w/ kids, he could imagine you a mother, actually the mother of his children, and that besides looking very tasty It was comforting.

don't fight with this man for no reason or he will stick to you like a lazy bug trying to fix your mistake or he will walk away in fear of not deserving your love.

dom reiner is sweet and sensual, it will use the slowest and deepest strokes you've ever seen until you cry begging for more, he just wanna see you beg just i!

dom reiner love having his fingers stuffed into your mouth he just likes the feel of his tongue sensually caressing his fingers, likes the gagging bc you are trying to give it your best and mostly he loved the way yours moans sounded different

king of consent and aftercare.

he always asks and talks to you about limits on sex in addition to wanting to know each of your tastes and fetishes

he brings water, helps you to go to the bathroom, straightens your hair, fills you with kisses, puts you on your lap and rocks until you fall asleep (and let's be honest by the damage you were in it didn't need much). But do the same for him when you get him exausted maybe he will end up crying bc "its so sweet of you doing thay to me bunnie... i love you so much, thank you for rocking the shit out me".

nicknames are a strong point and are always cute. Even loving to see you call him by his full name he melts with your calls like sweetie, love, kitten, honey and darling.

"all messy just like me!" the smirk that he gave you.... you wanted to slap him more.

the biggest teddy bear ever

omg im so nervous but really really glad for posting!

if you liked please interact with me!Like, reblog even my dms are open!

maybe i will do others characters dono when but soon! (maybe)

thanksss for enjoying till here and sorry abt any mistake! XOXO

[antchurch]

Hey can you please rec me your fave avatar fanfics?

i would be Honoured to

this is going to be a heavily zukka themed list as they recently became my top tagged ship on ao3 (im there @ jiminie if u want to see any more of my bookmarks) but i will endeavour to be more inclusive don't u worry !! these are all mostly pg - if there is sex it isn't the focus, mainly cause id feel weird rec’ing smut to a potential minor and also cause i don't need the judgement of my taste in porn but if u do want an 18+ rec lmk  the art of burning - zukka (eventually), canon divergence, ongoing - this might be one of my favourite fics ever, its a hadoka+ the watertribe come across zuko fic and i cannot recommend it enough have done some quality crying 2 this one xo what is living is burning - zukka, canon divergence, complete - BRO the canon divergence on this bad boy? so good - it had such a Mood, the tone is exquisite - - i cant say much without spoilers but trust me it goes Hard blue - zukka, canon divergence, complete - i may as well be recommending the bible here but i mean it when i say this has some of the best zuko character exploration that i’ve ever experienced it deserves all the love it gets!! the spirit stone - zukka, canon divergence, ongoing - zuko imprisoned by the fire nation? very cool ideas going on here, can’t wait to see where it goes!!! what you’re meant for - zukka, post-canon, complete - ambassador sokka saved the world! jk but like this is a really interestingly written fic, i love the epistolary style and its really satisfying to see a political system become unfucked. i wish i could be more articulate cause this fic rlly deserves that but im clow n

more below the cut cause it got long ;)

boy problems - zukka, post-canon, complete - this boy can fit so much angst in him!! this also has some excellent mailee content s/o to my lesbians xoxo swords of fate, pride of heart - zukka, alternate universe complete - zukka zoom uni au! did this fic hit entirely too hard for me as a uni student on zoom? why yes. do i also want to fall in love with a boy over zoom because of swords? also yes say you like your shirt soggy - zukka, alternate universe, complete - this is just good vibes aman falling in love n doing dishes its all we want - excellent hakoda content here !! very good if u desire better parental figures!! Flow Like Fire - canon divergence, ongoing - zuko is an airbender au that slaPs - also our first none zukka one look at me having range! but very very good its so clever in how zuko figures shit out i really enjoy the world building on this one blue's clues - zukka, alternate universe, complete - modern au where the blue spirit is a vigilante - its so fun to read and has sexy spiderman vibes big love 2 this one tell me a story - zukka, post-canon, complete - this will rip ur heart out!! izumi likes being read stories! tw major character death xox goodbye to fathers - canon compliant, complete - hakoda and zuko have a talk and ozai just sucks - good hakoda dad vibes and adults being responsible love it lighthouse beam - zukka, alternate universe, complete - uni au again!! very cute and disabled zuko rep!! love 2 see it  - so much pining my dude when the sun sets, and the moon follows - zukka, post canon, complete - this is an elderly gaang fic, so if ur constantly thinking abt grief like i am this is Right up ur street - tw major character death but so worth it.  Baby Hotline, please hold (me close to you) - zukka, alternate universe, complete - this shit is hilarious boys, fbi agent zuko and engineer sokka its a great time  Mass Times Acceleration - zukka, alternate universe, complete - this is a masterpiece, zukka roast trip au just very good painful feelings big fucking fan here man i would die 4 this fic survival will not be the hardest part - azula-centric, canon compliant, complete - beautiful azula character piece really rich and painful also lowkey sapphic Look How Far We've Come - zukka, alternate universe, complete - this whole series is insane!! daemons au!!! such good worldbuilding amazing character work fucking phenomenal man rain dance - aang-centric, canon compliant, complete - beautiful, beautiful aang piece about airbender culture and loss if u read any of these pls make it this one Intimate Counselors - zukka, post canon, complete - fucking hilarious zuko buys shit for sokka plot very good very fun honestly a joy 2 read might read it right now when im done with this list studying the blade - zukka, alternate universe, complete - social media au!! great gang dynamics n super fun!!!! kintsugi - toph+zuko bros 4 eva, canon divergence, complete? but only sorta cause the whole series isn't complete but its So good such a good reworking of the plot aaa it just goes hard man its the toph n zuko content u deserve spring comes to caldera - zukka, post canon, complete - ambassador sokka is back baybe and its so fucking good - great azula stuff here, really well developed pining, the full works figures 1-5: killing gods - zukka, canon divergence but only a lil, complete - a really lyrical and althetic exploration of zuko. feels like catharsis (do you take this jerk to be) your one and only - zukka, canon divergence, complete - hehehe proposal related hijinks love 2 see it yue is here n its great the art of charting the stars - zukka, post canon, complete - beautiful star gazing theme and gorgeous pining this is iconic i love it  speak ill - zukka, alternate universe, complete - sometimes u just need to call ozai a bastard. immaculate wow long list - sorry abt that!! but it really could have been easily twice as long aha

i hope i’ve managed to rec u something new and that u enjoy any of these and thank u so much for the ask~~~

[sunlightandsuffering]

Mikasa getting insecure abt her body (smth abt her boobs being too small or her feeling like she looks like a man) and refuses to have sex cuz she’s scared eren might be disgusted by her but when they finally do he’s absolutely whipped and make sure to give her extra praises too🥺

😭😭 bestie Mikasa's boobs being too small??? oh god 😂😂 okay for once in my life I'm going to do this not in a modern AU, look at me go lol. also I was never really sure if they had bras in AOT 😂😂 so like were going with chest wrapping for the purpose of this fic lol.

Mikasa hates her boobs.

She's always hated her boobs, for varying reasons, but right now she really fucking hates her god damn boobs.

They've always been problematic, but this is just icing on the cake.

When she was younger, they'd been nothing but small buds, which was to be expected during puberty, she'd spent endless amounts of time wondering if they'd ever grow, if that's what boys found attractive? If that's what it would take for Eren to see her as a woman rather than as this irritating older sister figure.

When she'd had the time and hadn't been worrying about Eren causing trouble or helping Carla out with chores, she'd fantasized that maybe one day she'd blossom into a beautiful woman and Eren would fall head over heels in love with her. Some ridiculous fantasy all little girls have, that one day when she's older more mature, a far off dream, she'll be beautiful and Eren will be forced to look at her with a wanting eye rather than his usual disdain.

But now, here she is in her far off dream, finally a grown woman, old enough to fight in the military at least and with the figure she'd always dreamed of. Only now it's nothing more than a hindrance, and contrary to her previous hopes and dreams Eren seems to have no interest. Her skills as a soldier interest him more than her breasts do. She glares at her chest in the mirror, trying to bind it down farther, they stick out so much, they're too big and she wants to cry. Her uniforms never fit properly, they give her back problems, and one day she's afraid some sort of wayward projectile is going to hit them, they stick out so god damn far.

It's a sick cosmic joke, where she used to dream of a full figure, the stuff the older women used to talk about, how they'd gossip when she went into town with Carla, she's achieved exactly what she wants to. Now she wants nothing more than to ask Hange how to cut them off, if it's possible, remove them with a scalpel herself.

Yet, the part of her that's not pragmatic and hungering for Eren's affection likes them, she thinks objectively her gentle curves are pleasing to the eye, and she knows even if Eren doesn't seem at all intrigued, other men definitely are. However, this is also the part of her that hates her muscles, despite their use in keeping her alive, she dislikes how bulky they are, how her abs are just as good as Eren's she feels manly.

Basically, Mikasa both hates and loves her body for a variety of reasons, and she's constantly at war with how she feels about it. She huffs as she sits down, taking off her bindings and letting her chest spill free from her top, letting out a sigh of relief as she's released from her constraints.

This is the best part of her day and for a second Mikasa lays back on her bed, topless and boobs out, hands splayed above her, happy to be free from the irritating fabric. She closes her eyes for a moment, letting her guard down for the briefest of seconds, going over today's events in her head, how Eren will never in his life see her as a woman. She lets out an aggravated sigh, he's so irritating, she loves him, she loves him so much, and he's such a stubborn brat.

She nods off a little bit, her exhaustion taking over, so by the time she tunes back into the world around her it's too late. "Mikasa, are you in there, Mikasa!?" Eren's tell-tale calls of her name should have her up sooner, make for a quicker reaction, but by the time she really processes that he's nearby and looking for her the door is already open and her eyes fly up to find the object of her affections staring at her. Well not her, rather her chest, those brilliant viridians are glued to her chest, roving over her figure and she feels hot, exposed as Eren's eyes take on a different gleam she's never seen before. She's quite sure it's desire she sees in his eyes, and well maybe she's a little slower to bring her hands up to cover herself than she should be, she likes that look in his eyes. "Eren!"

His green eyes snap up to meet hers as her hands move to cover her chest finally, and he looks guilty, face flushed and breathing a little hard.

"Umm sorry, we're just eating soon so I thought I'd come get you." "Yeah, okay."

She chooses not to acknowledge the elephant in the room, it's better they just pretend it didn't happen. But her heart is thumping against her chest and she knows she'll never forget it. She moves to grab her discarded bindings, annoyed she'll have to put them on again and Eren finally startles enough to leave the room, shutting the door behind him with a thump and looking altogether to distracted.

She's venting to Sasha about the state of her figure one day in the dining room, cursing away her stupid chest.

"They get in the way all the time, they don't look nice in anything." "Well at least you have some, mine are practically nonexistent." "You can have them," Mikasa responds, "I hate my boobs."

Their conversation is interrupted by a very obvious choking sound and the two girls look up to notice Eren in the doorway holding a snack and looking scandalized. Mikasa wants to die, turning away from him, she's so embarrassed. The 'incident' as she's come to refer to it wasn't even that long, and now he's heard her talk about how much she hates her breasts, what more could go wrong in her life.

Eren leaves before he even enters the room, "I'm just going to go."

He stumbles out and Mikasa buries her head in her hands, why is she so unlucky?

It happens again a week later, when Eren yet again refuses to knock, waltzing right into her bedroom while she's midway through wrapping her bindings and it's enough to shock her into letting out a little shriek.

"Sorry!" Eren quickly turns around but it's a bit late she has to start binding her chest all over again. "Umm, it's okay, what do you need?"

She unwraps her chest, about to start again when Eren takes her sentence as his cue to turn around, which it is definitely not. "Eren!"

"Sorry, sorry, I thought you were done." "No!"

It's quiet for a moment as Mikasa is about to start yet again, for the third time, and then Eren speaks, "Do you um need any help?" Not exactly, but it is easier to do it with someone helping her, she's just used to doing it by herself.

Mikasa bites her lip, she's having particular difficulty today, maybe it's not the worst thing if he helps her. "If you want to, that would be great but don't worry about it, I can do it myself." "No! I'll help!"

Mikasa can't help but think he was a little too excited by the prospect.

She wraps one part of the fabric to cover herself a little bit, holding it in place as Eren turns around. He's all too eager, "Okay what do you need me to do?" "I'm going to hold this piece here, just wrap it, and make it tight, I don't want it to come undone." So that's exactly what Eren does, in intimate silence he wraps the fabric tightly around her breasts, asking every so often if it's too tight, to which she shakes her head. His fingers brush her sides and her nipples harden under the fabric as his hands skim her boobs while he continues to wrap. When he's done they sit in comfortable silence as he uses the clips she gives him to set the wrap. She thinks he'll just leave but to her surprise he looks her in the eye, hands drifting down her sides to fall back to his lap, and making her shiver. "Don't hate them Mikasa. They're really pretty."

He pats her thigh affectionately and tugs at her scarf before he leaves, making her brain explode completely.

[spvce-cowboy]

vroom vroom 😉

so uh jess and i have been IN TALKS about racer!din and while i am still bouncing some ideas around i can't STOP thinking abt it so here's what i've got so far hehe

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Din Djarin is an adrenaline junkie, first and foremost. a foster kid born and raised in remote California, he started fixing up his uncle's old cars and motorcycles at the age of fourteen. it was encouraged, at first, because it gave din something to do with his hands. it didn't take long for him to find a gang of kids that was just as bored and angry as he was. that's when he started drag racing with the weathered Ducati that was collecting rust in the garage.

it was about speed. it was about the scream of the engine beneath him as they ripped through the pitch-black desert, nothing but sand and the interstate beneath them. most of all, it was about hurling himself into something dark and furious with no promises to return.

things got bad when that same group of kids started robbing places--well, it got bad because they were good at it. like, really good. it offered the same kind of release, in a way. they spent most of the money on pills and booze, the rest on getting more parts. better bikes. they made promises to each other. auditioning at the racetrack in Lodi. going professional. making it to the big leagues: texas--no, din insisted, europe. where the real money was.

they were gonna get good, and then they were gonna get the fuck out.

that lasted all of six months. Din got arrested for a robbery gone wrong. someone got hurt. bad. he and his friends faces were plastered on every wanted list in a fifty mile radius because of a missed CCTV camera. it was pretty much a given that his life was over until a distant friend of his adoptive family, a mysteriously wealthy man by the name of Mr. Karga, paid his bail.

that same man was waiting for Din the morning he stepped out of his holding cell, standing in front of a Ferrari that stops Din in his tracks.

i've seen your tapes, he tells him, flashing a video of Din making a particularly harrowing maneuver that went semi-viral a few weeks previous. i'm gonna make you into a fucking star, kid.

Din accepted, reluctantly, on two conditions:

no teams, i go solo. and no one sees my face.

seven years later, Din Djarin is a ghost-like figure on the motocross scene. he's known for his ruthlessness on the circuit, only to disappear as soon as the race is over. Karga has capitalized on his insistence of anonymity to a near aggravating extent, but at least Din can appreciate being able to slip off the helmet and the suit and evaporate into the crowd.

Din is in Perth, Australia for the Grand Prix. after one of his practice sessions, he takes his personal bike--a beloved Ducati scrambler, affectionately nicknamed The Crest--to a diner as far away from the masses of fans and paparazzi as possible.

there, he orders a cup of black coffee. he doesn't look up from his phone as he does. but when the waitress makes a polite attempt at small-talk, he looks up. the waitress has kind eyes and a near uncontainable laugh. she's so beautiful that he forgets what she just asked.

you throw him a lop-sided grin as you scribble down his order. and then you introduce yourself.

if you all have any ideas/prompts/questions please please please send them my way <33 need to jog my brain a little bit and what better way than with some modern mando au

[dastardlydandelion]

I wish you would write a fic where Susan got to keep her baby for once.

well. hm. what would this look like in my hands. okay, okay, so in this particular scenario, i actually imagine neil was putting 2 + 2 together and finding out susan's preggo right after the move. like, even before susan does. and she's all kinds of alarmed but neil is?? oddly excited?

he's all like, "isn't this great? we get to have a new baby in this new town. what a perfect way to cement our brand new life, huh?"

and susan doesn't want to be hopeful but with neil's positive reaction, she tentatively feels hope anyway. maybe things rly will be different, right?

continues under the cut bc this got fucking long.

yeah, well, neil's good mood lasts until it's actually born and responsibilities ensue. he never had to deal with billy as a baby rly, bc billy's mom took care of that part and also, like. in this 'verse at least, billy was a low-maintenance baby. didn't cry much. maybe he did at first but like, after being dropped on the head a couple times, he just went quiet and didn't rly bother anybody after that. wouldn't get loud again until elementary age. and max didn't come into neil's life until she was even elementary age, so defo past all the baby stuff.

the new infant tho screams like a mofo. everybody in the house is on edge. sleep is hard to come by for the whole household. the care and keeping responsibilities mostly fall on susan but neil holds it against her every. single. time. he has to change a diaper or hold a bottle, as if it's some major failing on susan's part that he should ever have to do anything like this at all.

max tries to help but she can't even hold the baby tbh. it makes her v uncomfortable, she never gets it right and doesn't know what to do when it squirms!! what if she drops it!? plus she thinks baby smells weird even when it's got a clean diaper, an unappealing mashed food and powder combo with a lingering whiff of wet rubber. and billy. is billy. he has to watch it sometimes, naturally. if it's just him and baby at home, he'll blast his stereo to cover up the crying, as long as he knows its other needs have been tended to. like, yk, the "it'll cry itself to sleep eventually," approach. which works actually. metallica becomes the go-to baby lullaby.

but lo and behold, when it's like, let's say 6 months or smth, baby gets an ear infection. like babies do. won't stop wailing. just. will NOT stop. v much in pain and has no other means of communication. neil and max are home. billy is on a date. susan's stuck in a long line at the grocery store. neil had a shitty day at work and he's already aggravated. pacifier isn't working, lil thing just keeps hollering, so. in a burst of frustration, he starts throttling baby. max is in her own room but hears it the second the noises change and hurries to help, blood ice cold.

she stops neil from killing baby sibling but gets a black eye and a bloody nose for her troubles. this is what susan comes home to. i've written a lot of susan kills neil scenarios but i think this is the first one that comes to mind where in this round, it really is out of anger and not fear. both are present, ofc. but the actual act on her part is one of anger. bc she feels stupid that he ever had her the slightest bit convinced a new baby would make anything better. that neil ever made her feel like he'd be better and instead, he chose to be even worse. susan ties him to the bedposts under the guise of a sex thing, convincing neil she wants to treat him to smth special bc he's been oh so stressed out lately. bashes his brains in with a hammer at least 20 times, a la sally challen style.

alas, reality commences and susan goes to prison. ig a long time ago there was this made for tv movie abt this lady killing her abusive husband by setting the bed aflame that gave the public the misconception that women who kill their abusers are typically acquitted, but uh, that's not true. yeah, it was true for the lady whom the movie was based off of, but usually they're convicted and serve unduly harsh sentences for their "crimes." but if i get on that soap box, we gonna be here the whole fucking day, so, moving on now. susan's off to the big house. albeit both baby and max's injuries are documented and considered mitigating circumstances so her charges are reduced from first degree murder to voluntary manslaughter with the potential for early release.

billy's close to 19 so he's an adult, if only technically speaking. has custody of baby and max. i've decided baby in this 'verse is amab but will eventually come out as trans when she's abt ten yrs old. billy tries his best. max tries her best too. baby's nickname is ducky bc the rubber duck?? by far the favorite toy!! baby p much lives in the bathtub, playing with the rubber duck. billy, who would move them back to cali in a heartbeat if it wasn't so far from susan's prison, defo relates. he's also aquatic by nature.

okay, so the move back to cali does happen. over the months of her kids coming to visit her in prison susan can see how exhausted the teenagers are and she's p much just like, 'u guys gotta go. get outta this rural heckhole u hate, stop bringing urselves n my bby to this dismal place.' and they don't think she's serious but the next time they come to visit, she doesn't meet them, so. yup. serious it is. billy, max, n baby take neil's life insurance money and head off to cali.

this is a modern au, okay, inmates sneaking smartphones into the prison n all that. so susan makes deals and friends and does favors, and gets some help from the ones who are good at bitcoin and scams and counterfeiting and what have you. this enables her to do discreet online "shopping." so she gets ducky all kinds of rubber ducks, at least a handful of times a year. the ducks get more unique and less childish as ducky grows. susan apologizes almost every time she talks to the older kids on the phone for like, five yrs. max isn't rly angry with how things ended with neil tho, more so has that residual anger that susan ever got together with neil in the first place. billy doesn't rly know what to feel tbh, accepts the apologies p numbly bc he's too damn exhausted with being the primary caregiver in over his head to even think abt how he feels at the end of the day.

susan gets released on good behavior around the same time ducky comes out, announcing she's a girl. it's an adjustment for billy and max to get used to bc they never rly suspected, but they're 100% supportive. susan is...oddly excited? not for selfless reasons (tho she is earnestly supportive) but bc it's like. not only does that mean trashing the masculine deadname neil had adamantly declared for ducky, but it means all in all, she got out at the perfect time bc she gets to be introduced to the authentic version of her child along w errbody else. makes her feel less left behind, like she didn't miss out on errything despite being put away for a decade. susan moves in with all of them, obvi, in a small house by the seaside filled to the brim with rubber ducks (billy and max also contributed to ducky's collection on birthdays and holidays, the first duck billy ever got has skulls, and the first max ever got is a frankenstein monster duck). home is cluttered, awkward, and tentative but free of fear and ripe with *genuine* new beginnings.

believe me, anonymoose, i am just as surprised as u are at how fuckin long this got.

[nanasarea]

FOOL I

☽Prompt: You never knew helping a poor girl would end up making you such a fool for love

☽ Genre: fluff, suggestive, angst, crack, supernatural au, high school au

☽ Pairing: reader x chenjimark

☽ a/n: I suggest you read sucker first in order to understand this better but also omg i’M SO EXCITED ABT THIS LETS GO also special thank you to @neocrush for inspiring me to make this also yes it short shush

☽ Word count: 0.8k

☽ Tag list: @jensungf​ @bumblebeenct  @neocrush​

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“Fuck” Daeyong said, as he realized he had just spilled a bloog bag all over the floor, thinking of how fast he needs to clean it up before it stains.

“Get the blood bags, she said. You don’t need any help carrying them, she said. Ugh.” Daeyoung sighed, remembering his mother’s words. He had been sent to get the blood bags by himself as his mom had other business to take care of.

You see, his mom founded a school for the supernatural called 신의 조화 (sin-ui johwa) when she moved to the neighbouring town of her hometown. Ever since he was a child, he never knew why she refused to talk to him about her hometown or why she fled, but he figured that she’ll tell him when she’s ready.

With the blood bags in his truck, he made his way back to the school and hoped that the blood didn’t stain too much.

The blood dripped down from the floor boards and onto your coffin, slipping through the cracks in the wood and onto your lips, causing you to widen your eyes instantly.

You sat up, opening your coffin and sighed while mumbling “what year is it”, and when you finally fully woke up from your 95 year old nap, you licked your lips and sighed.

“I’m hungry.” You whined, getting up and making your way outside, searching for nearby prey when you saw a small bunny hopping near the trees. “Not what I usually go for but I’m too hungry to care.” You say to yourself before speeding towards it and drinking it dry in less than a minute and as you felt the blood rushing from the bunny’s veins into your mouth, you couldn’t help but grow even hungrier, wanting more than just a small midnight snack.

So you made your way onto the road when you saw a bunch of humans on the street gathered around a vehiacle.

“So, I’m guessing he’s the supernatual one?” A voice asked, hopeful. “Yeah.” Another voice answered “Werewolf to be exact.” The voice added. “I just realized he could have died tonight without knowing I still love him back.” The first voice said “If it’s any help, there’s a possibility of dying every night!” A third voice said “Let’s get you back, we’ll get someone to come pick her up and clean up later.” The voice added.

You waited till the voices were far enough that you could walk onto the road and not be seen, but what you did see is a girl laying in the middle of the road.

You felt bad for her, she was left alone and from what you heard, she was almost dead, she had less than a couple of minutes left to live, but you thought that it’s not your problem so you turned around.

“Ugh.” You sighed, knowing you couldn’t just leave her there, so you walked back and did what you needed to do.

You slit your arm vein with your fang and force fed the girl, hoping it’ll work. After a minute or so, you saw bright lights approaching, causing you to hiss at the sudden brightness, before a man in his teens, you would guess, stepped out of a far more modern version of what you would call a car, a blonde woman much older walking behind him as she asked him “species?”

“Pardon?” You asked, not believing her uninterested tone.

“It’s late, we’re just here to pick you up and get you back to the school, I’m guessing you’re a vampire turning this poor girl into one aswell?” The boy sighed, opening up a notebook to write something down. “Name?” He asked

“First of all, I’m not going anywhere with you. Second, I’m turning her, because she was left to die and she deserves a second chance.” You sassed “and why should I tell you my name when I have no idea who you are?” You added.

“I’m Monica Jung, the founder and headmaster of Sinui Johwa, a school for the supernatural, like yourself. This is my son, Daeyoung. I apologize for him, unlike vampires like you, we, witches, need our sleep.” The woman spoke up, snapping her fingers and causing the crashed car to disappear.

“Okay, Monica Jung, then go sleep and let me handle this.” You said, not having any of this bullshit. If you could take care of yourself for 26 years, you can sure as hell take care of yourself for another day, besides you had just woken up for what seems like an 100 year old nap, so you had more than enough energy to take care of the girl in your arms.

“With all due respect, we didn’t ask, get in the car.” The boy said, snapping his fingers and transporting the girl into the backseat, waiting for you to get in aswell.

“You guys are so annoying.” You rolled your eyes and walked towards the car.

[teruthecreator]

okay everyone shut up leave me alone Jack Frost (1979) maplekeene au under the readmore i have to get it out of my head or else i won’t be able to sleep

argo is jack frost bc blue skin and desire to be seen/appreciated by others. they call him “jack frost” bc of the original bearer of the title--jackal--who they nicknamed jack frost

jackal retired from the position of going down to the human world and making sure winter happens, and then argo picks up the position 

father winter is hieronymous bc it’s a bigass dude with a beard like. c’mon. EITHER THAT or its mother winter so it could be shebrie. i haven’t thought deeply about this part 

snip is hieronmyous and holly is firbolg. they both know far too well about argo’s obsession w the human world and its inhabitants 

elisa is fitzroy but his motivations and personality are completely different (since elisa suffers from Female Rankin/Bass Love Interest Disease). 

he isn’t outwardly “in love” with winter and jack frost more than he just enjoys the season because of the freedom it allows. it is also the season his mother enjoyed the most (in past tense bc in this one...she dies! for good reason i’ll explain). he does kinda “talk” to jack frost a lot, since he hasn’t got many friends and he quite enjoys walking around the woods alone. this is how argo comes to know and become slightly enamored with his mortal lad (i say mortal bc i’m still working w the fantasy races--aka a good excuse for argo to keep his blue skin) 

kubla kraus is the commodore. big asshole man with a beard. controls everything by being a lying, cheating, evil bastard. has no friends. yeah that’s him alright

sir ravenal rightfellow is buckminster!! and his importance to the plot is Completely Different from the movie. i will explain now: 

okay so PLOT is that argo is jack frost, the winter spirit who comes to nua (aka january junction) to make sure winter runs smoothly. he is fairly new at this job (the original jack frost being jackal, who has now retired in the land of the winter where all the winter spirits live. he’s sorta argo’s mentor in jack frosting and warns argo not to get too attached to the mortals, but argo’s heart is simply too kind for that to not happen. 

argo develops a very deep love for mortals and their mortal ways, but is saddened by the fact that he cannot participate in their fun. winter and winter again, he returns to this poor village and gives them the means of living and joy, but he can’t even reveal himself to them!!! because he’s a winter spirit and mortals cannot see winter spirits. so it leaves argo feeling sorta dejected, even as he continues to watch the mortals he’s grown so fond of

fitzroy, on the other hand, is a native to this village. imma just call it January Junction bc i like that name a lot. he grew up here with his mother and father (though his father very quickly excused himself from the picture because i hate stable fathers <3). fitzroy and his mother are as poor as anyone else in the village--which is to say Very Very Poor since kubla commodore owns all the money and supplies in january junction. then, when fitzroy is about 13 or so, his mother suddenly falls ill and dies. before she passes away, she tells fitzroy that there’s documents in the kingdom about a week’s travel (by horse) away that he’ll “need when he’s older”. 

for a very long time, fitzroy doesn’t know what that means

in any case, he ends up being taken in by gordie and his husband to grow up with rainer, his childhood friend. though he eventually becomes acquainted with other kids around january junction that he hadn’t really socialized with before (buckminster and leon, rolandus, zana, rhodes), he finds himself more inclined to solitude. 

especially during the winter, the season when his mother passed away

despite the sadness of it all, fitzroy doesn’t find himself so glum when he’s out amongst the woods. winter is just so...beautiful. almost ethereal. he’s known about the myth of “Jack Frost” for years, so he begins just...talking to him. well, “talking”, since jack frost isn’t Real. 

once argo becomes jack frost (right around when the two are like. idk 18), though, he becomes the recipient of these rants. 

that’s when argo’s infatuation with mortals becomes a very deep desire. not bc he’s like In Love w fitzroy or anything (not yet), but because he feels like he really has a friend in fitzroy!!! someone is out there who actually cares about him!!! and talks to him about things!!! even if argo has no way of responding

so one year (aka the year the movie takes place) argo is especially despondent about this, when kubla commodore nearly kills fitzroy in his ignorance 

if you’ve never seen the movie, kubla kraus rides a mechanical horse onto a frozen lake and nearly kills elisa by making the ice crack and send her careening towards a waterfall. assume that happens here 

argo saves fitzroy by freezing over the waterfall and fitzroy exclaims “oh, jack frost, where would i be without you?” sorta just like an exclamation. but argo takes this to heart. where Would fitzroy be without him?? he’s been around this guy for so many years!!! hearing him vent about not being able to afford knight school, losing his own dream while buckminster and rolandus run off to live it for him. offering him advice (that fitzroy cannot hear) when fitzroy expresses how much he Hates doing manual labor for no pay. even being a (frozen) “shoulder” to cry on when the grief becomes too much! 

and where would Argo be without fitzroy??? the man has practically become the sole reason argo gets excited for winter anymore, and he worries about the half-elf the whole year after. 

so argo makes a decision that day, heads back up to the winter realm in the clouds, and begs father winter to let him become mortal 

father winter is, of course, Not willing to let argo do that because he knows how mortals can be. argo argues that it isn’t fair that he has to spend the rest of his eternity watching these mortals live, get older, fall in love, and appreciate his work--all while he just watches silently, unloved, in the background

father winter is moved by this and grants argo mortality for One Winter under this condition: if argo cannot find One literal reason to remain mortal, then he shall return to his spirit form. 

(this is a slight divergence to the original condition of “you must obtain a house, a horse, a bag of gold, and a wife” bc i’m modernizing it slightly okay it’s not just abt marriage now) 

argo is confused by the wording, so father winter goes on to give him examples: finding a job that is meaningful, finding a person who loves him, etc. and then argo is off 

before he leaves, he says goodbye to higglemas (also known as “snip” since he makes the snowflakes) and the firbolg. snips gives him his lucky pair of scissors that have the word “snip” etched into the side of them. yes this will be important 

argo goes back down to earth, becomes a mortal, and crash lands in the woods where fitzroy is

fitzroy is slightly baffled to see just a random stranger in the middle of the woods, but the dude seems lost and Very confused so fitzroy offers to warm him up and help him out back in january junction. fitzroy lives in a sorta commune situation with leon, rainer and zana (they’re engaged), rhodes, and rolandus and buckminster (whenever they come home). the group welcomes argo in warmly and argo finds himself feeling right at home with this crowd of early-to-mid-twenty-year-olds 

argo almost introduces himself as jack frost--as he is known by myth--but catches himself before he can reveal that. he calls himself “argo snip” (bc of the scissors and the fact that his name is actually argo), a tailor in need of business. rainer--a seamstress herself--is more than happy to have someone else in the town to work on fabrics with, and the shop that rainer runs in the house expands to allow argo’s tailoring business

while this is happening, father winter tells higgs and firbolg that they have to go down there and make sure argo doesn’t die. so now they’re human and they end up finding argo at the house. higglemas introduces himself as higglemas wiggenstaff, and the firbolg just doesn’t say anything and lets argo come up with the name “bud holly”. they are now Also tailors, which is good bc argo cannot sew. 

for the few months of winter, argo enjoys life in january junction quite a bit. though things are kinda bleak, since kubla commodore owns all the gold, the town keeps itself in high spirits during the winter. argo and fitzroy Especially end up bonding during this time, and fitzroy’s solitary walks through the woods soon find themselves one additional member. 

this is about the time where argo realizes “ah fuck, i think i’m in love with this fool”, which is when he realizes the One Meaningful Thing he’s meant to live on the mortal world for: fitzroy

fitzroy, meanwhile, also finds strange feelings developing for the eccentric genasi. but he’s a lot more emotionally constipated, so he won’t say much about it yet. 

it’s a few days before christmas and argo and fitzroy are talking alone--the house empty for some reason (a rarity but a blessing). fitzroy is embroidering something that argo’s recently sewn as they talk, and he accidentally pricks himself with the needle. argo immediately reaches out and cradles his hand, which is when fitzroy notices for the very first time just how Cold argo is. argo laughs it off and claims that it’s bc he’s “cold-blooded” but fitzroy just sorta laughs and goes “i never said i minded...” 

for some reason, this causes argo to look up at fitzroy, and the two realize how close they’ve gotten since argo grabbed fitzroy’s hand. the two are flushed, nervous, but argo dares to move forward to finally capture those lips in a--

BANG! the door flies open as a shorter man, clad in gold armor, stands in the doorway. fitzroy jumps up--first startled, then elated--as he realizes Sir Buckminster Eden has finally returned home!!! 

argo reads this reaction the Entirely Wrong Way and is instantly jealous of buckminster. poor, poor idiot doesn’t realize buckminster and rolandus have been doing circles around each other since they were teenagers...

then it’s christmas!!! everyone’s too poor for gifts so they hand out invisible ones (like the movie), but buckminster has an Actual gift for fitzroy (which argo, again, takes the completely Wrong Way). the gift is a sealed parcel from the royal parliament, instructing that fitzroy Cannot open it until he is 24 years of age. fitzroy’s birthday just so happens to be the day after christmas, and somebody is Very Aware of this fact...

...that person? oh, it’s kubla commodore, of course! who kidnaps fitzroy later on that day when his guard is down. kubla commodore throws fitzroy in a dungeon and keeps the parcel amongst his many piles of gold, determined to keep its contents away from the one intended to see them

argo finds out about the kidnapping and the whole group is sprung into action to save fitzroy. but, since argo has none of his winter magic, he isn’t really able to be the help he wants to be. buckminster--having knight training--is able to scale the mountain quicker than argo, fight off the k-nights, and break fitzroy out of the dungeon. 

argo doesn’t know this because he attempts to scale the mountain from the other side with higgs and firbolg, where he is captured by the remaining k-nights. now They’re locked in the dungeon as kubla commodore vows to send a thousand k-nights down to january junction to “wipe out the insubordinates” 

argo has no way of breaking out of the dungeon because he has no magic. so, in a moment of desperation, he calls back to father winter to turn him back into a winter spirit. he returns to his jack frost form--which is incorporeal--and begins to freeze over kubla commodore’s castle (try saying that five times fast)

with argo back as a spirit, higgs and firby aren’t needed as mortals, so they return to the land of winter to do their winter work

meanwhile, in january junction, fitzroy is Freaking Out that they can’t find argo in this freak blizzard. he tries venturing out into the tundra himself, but buckminster and the gang holds him back, telling the half-elf that they’ll look for argo when the storm clears 

oops, the storm doesn’t clear! because argo keeps up the insane blizzard for the duration of winter (though he focuses a majority of the intense weather on the castle to seal kubla commodore inside). eventually, though, father winter notifies argo that spring is soon approaching. argo is like “why” and father winter explains: “okay so basically a tiny useless groundhog comes out of his hole every year and if he sees his shadow then winter dies immediately” 

who’s the groundhog? why, it’s Gotta-Go Gary!! who argo scares the living shit out of to make 6 more weeks of winter happen

after the extended 6 weeks are up, father winter tells argo that winter will end at noon on that final day. argo is like “if winter ends, then kubla commodore is going to Kill Everyone” and he bargains with father winter to be mortal once more (since he Still has till the end of winter to find his One Meaningful Thing) to set things right. 

he goes back down, defeats kubla commodore (too much to explain, shenanigans is how i can describe it best), and realizes he has everything he could possibly ever Need now to offer fitzroy in exchange for his hand in marriage

you see, argo learned during his time as a mortal that marriages have dowries? and now he suddenly has a castle, a horse, and all the town’s gold in his possession so that seems dowry enough. also he thinks marriage is the only option to prove to father winter that Love is a meaningful thing enough to be mortal for 

however, when he finally gets to january junction, he sees...a wedding?? who’s getting married?? and then he sees buckminster in his suit of armor, looking rather pleased with himself, and argo immediately assumes that buck and fitz are getting hitched 

he storms over there and rants at buck about how He’s the one in love with fitzroy and how much He sacrificed to ensure fitzroy’s safety and happiness. and buckminster is like “woah, woah, woah, friend!!! one, uhhhh where the Fuck have you been??? two, rainer and zana are getting married dawg. fitzroy is right over there, helping rainer with her dress” 

just as argo spots fitzroy, fitzroy spots argo. and Boy does fitzroy look Pissed. he storms over to argo, ready to chew him out, when suddenly the church clock begins to sound and argo looks panicked. he grabs fitzroy by the shoulders and is like: “i don’t have time to explain much but i have a house a horse and so much gold to offer you if you agree to marry me right now”

fitzroy is like “???? hello??? what??? first off, where the HELL have you been. two, marriage??? m-moving a little fast there huh--” and argo is like. freaking out bc he knows by the final sound of the bell he will be a spirit forever and so he just very quickly explains how He’s jack frost and he trapped kubla commodore in ice for the whole winter so he wouldn’t come down here and kill him and everyone else and if he doesn’t prove to father winter that his love for fitzroy is enough to want to remain mortal then fitzroy will never see him again. and fitzroy is like. flustered honestly but also rlly panicked bc like. he’s 24!!! he doesn’t wanna get married bro!!!! 

basically he’s like “argo i--i Do love you, but. marriage? it doesn’t have to be that Now like--we have time!!” and argo is just like. split-second decision says “kiss me” and fitzroy doesn’t even hesitate in doing so because Dang he’s been thinking about that for A While 

and as the final gong sounds and argo’s form begins to shift, argo breathes a final winter’s breath into fitzroy. 

then something...changes. argo realizes, as the bell begins to fade, that he hasn’t phased through fitzroy’s body. and as fitzroy feels this cold air pass through him, he suddenly finds himself...unable to feel the chilly hands cupping his face. when they part, argo realizes what has happened. 

fitzroy doesn’t look Too much different, but he’s definitely changed. his skin glows only barely, his eyes have a ring of winter-blue around the iris, and there’s a streak of snow-white in his hair. his outfit has also become a glittery, royal-looking affair--COMPLETELY different than the formal peasant clothes he was in seconds before 

meanwhile, argo has returned to his jack frost attire and look, but he can still be seen!!! by everyone around him!!! and by fitzroy!!! 

turns out, father winter saw that argo would be unhappy as either human (with friends and his love, but none of his friends or the satisfaction of giving people winter joy) or spirit (with his job and spirit friends, but without his mortal friends and love) and basically turned him into a demigod. demispirit? half-and-half. and, in order to guarantee fitzroy would be able to travel between the places, he Also made fitzroy into a partial winter spirit. 

all of their friends are like “oh shit did you two kiss??? also why do you both look so fruity” and then the wedding happens. they hold the reception in kubla commodore’s castle, where fitzroy is finally able to read the parcel!!!! 

what does the parcel say?? well, turns out fitzroy’s mother was a descendant of a line of royals. and, though she was not signficant enough to rule an entire kingdom, her father had granted her ownership of the village she chose to raise her son in. the kubla was only supposed to be a temporary position, until fitzroy’s mother was settled down enough. but kubla commodore liked his wealth too much!! so he poisoned fitzroy’s mother and made sure to keep fitzroy Extra poor so he’d never have the ability to find the proof of inheritance himself. when buckminster became a knight, he swore to fitzroy that he’d find these documents fitzroy’s mother mentioned on her deathbed. 

okay so ending shit. fitzroy gives ownership of the village back to the people. wealth is dispersed, things are fixed, everyone is happy. buckminster and rolandus get together, rainer and zana take over the castle and turn it into a BIG ol spot where those without a home can have lodging, and everyone is happy. fitzroy is Finally able to travel and see the things he’s never gotten to see, while also achieving some of the “bringing people happiness and safety” thing that came w his desire of being a knight by helping argo spread winter throughout the world. the two of them sorta go back-and-forth between their cozy little cottage in january junction, going across the globe to maintain the cold, and going up to the winter realm to see higglemas and firby and father winter. 

they’re in love, everyone is happy, rankin/bass Bite My Ass 

just kidding i love you and your silly little movies 

[whaticannotshowyou]

(this is, i think, the anon talking about permanent changes?? and fuck me for not saving what i was writing but the first half was essentially that i couldnt stop thinking about modern au geralt and jask in an m/s relationship, that geralt continued to slowly push beyond jaskier’s limits, so slowly that he didn’t think to question it- he wouldnt want to upset geralt and generally goes along with whatever he asks, whatever it is and whether or not he wants it..)

im thinking abt stuff like a permanent chastity cage w a catheter, getting teeth removed to suck dick better, all very Permanent things. it ends with him living in geralts secluded ass house in the woods 24/7 and essentially never leaving. he just becomes a toy that geralt owns n it all happened without jaskier necessarily wanting it or realizing thats what geralt was planning to do with him from the start. (2/2)

Okay okay so. I’ve been absolutely obsessed with this ever since I got it (SORRY FOR THE LONG DELAY) and I just have to applaud you anon for literally having a rent free place in my brain for the past weeks. But I really like the concept, Geralt getting this absolutely stunning sub and starting a relationship with Jaskier, the guy a little too vanilla for his taste but... he can work on that.

They start with just the normal stuff; bondage, light painplay, some humiliation. It’s all things Jaskier can deal with. Sure, he isn’t the biggest fan of it all, not by any means, but he loves Geralt so much and is willing to try it out for him. Outside of play, Geralt is absolutely wonderful. He tells Jaskier he’s the best boy ever, holds him close and praises him for every single thing he went along with for his sake and Jaskier can’t help but crave the affection, agreeing to more and more things just to get that sweet praise and love from his boyfriend. It makes Geralt go down a darker route, cravings of his own surfacing as he hears his sub promise he will do anything for him.

They do some chastity, a little sounding, toys of increasing size, Jaskier wearing a plug in public, several hours of bondage. They transition into a free-use agreement, Geralt allowed to bend him over at any point of the day and have him, sometimes dragging him away in public to fuck him hard in a bathroom or some deserted hallway. The marks get increasingly more obvious, bitemarks and hickeys almost impossible to hide under clothes and Jaskier starts spending more time at home just to avoid the questions. He never thinks of asking Geralt to stop, loves how he is goowing with adoration with how good his sub is for him.

Eventually it’s been over a year and things have spiralled. What started as Jaskier avoiding social gatherings to not awake suspicion turns into him quitting his job and solely relying on Geralt. He soends more time in their playroom than anywhere else, just held open on toys and bound to the bed or wall until Geralt finds the time to use him. His two/three days in chastity for that added desperation is now permanent, his cock shrivelled up and tightly confined in a too small cage with a catheter allowing Geralt to decide when his bodily functions matter. They don’t care to let him walk around much, his legs weak and useless as he is tied up and carried around if needed.

Things gets even more out of hand when Geralt gives him a proper piercing through his cock, a few long rods going across his length to ensure the cage is not coming off without severe damage or his key. He makes a deal out of having Jaskier dispose of the key, smiles warmly and kisses his forehead as the sub happily throws it into the lake by the house. Maybe he even melts down some metal into the lock, ensuring it wont even be picked open. During a session one of Jaskier’s teeth fall out from a particularly heavy blow and Geralt praises him for it, offering he takes the rest out so he can please his cock fully. Jaskier doesn’t even think about it before nodding, his front row of teeth pulled out by the end of the day.

Who knows, Geralt might even do some good ol’ amputation on him. The slut doesn’t need his limbs anyway, just his holes ready to be fucked whenever Geralt wants to. He is just a little doll by now, unable to move around and thus negating any need for restraints. Even if he came to his right mind, Jaskier would never be able to escape now, just forever Geralt’s sweet little fucktoy that will never be the same ever again.

As an addition I do like to think Jaskier at some point realises what has been going on, how far Geralt have made him go. Either by himself, maybe remembering their first days together and then just fucking rioting when he can’t even speak properly, can’t move, can’t even piss on his own.

Or, even better, Geralt one day just carries him so he’s in front of a mirror, finally allowed to have his blondfold remived and he is just seeing what his life has become. Geralt’s cock inside of him, warming him up as Jaskier gasps for breath at his own mirrored image. He screams, struggles and protests, but there is nothing he can do as Geralt grabs his waist and fucks him hard, using him like a fleshlight on his hard cock and laughing at his attempts to come free. He tells him it has been his plan since the very start, that he knew he could break down Jaskier’s defence and make him into the perfect doll he always wanted. He recalls all those little tricks he used, how eager the man was to please him despite going far past his limits. He slaps his caged cock and reminds him the key is gone forever, the lock wielded shut. He can’t even release his bladder without Geralt’s permission. He holds his mouth open wide so he can see his missing teeth, can see just how absolutely messed up he has become. He let’s Jaskier go as he comes deeply within him, laughing mockingly as he struggles on the floor without his limbs.

Geralt crouches down next to him, smiling that heart melting smile and pets his hair so, so gently. “No one will ever want you like this, Jaskier, you do realise that? You’re just my little fleshlight to use whenever I want. You’re ruined. You are barely human. You’re mine, right?”

And all Jaskier can do is nod.

[an-animagoose]

Abel info dump 2 me about ur ocs challenge

alright its 12am and i dont expect this to make sense, read at your own risk but heres a bullshit couple paragraphs on ashley underwood, 

this is mostly ash because i think about her the most and this will make no sense because i haven't talked about her in literal months. ash is very complicated to me because i messed a lot with her characterization for a while and i still do, and i constantly wonder if I'm just shoving her into something convenient and stereotypical and therefore lessening her value, and then i decided that shes not real and i can make characters that don't make sense to anyone else but myself and i no longer also have to watch someone else take away pieces from her while i sit silently confused and hurt like i did before. anyway, she's very special to me because i put myself in her in a lot of small ways because she was the first oc i properly created. i made her originally for a fantasy storyline i was doing with some friends, and i thought she was very cool because she could do magic (doctor strange-esque, im not original) and then i gave her some trauma because its the next logical step. now i mostly think of her in all the modern aus that were created, and a lot of its with her old love interest (they had a very cool dynamic, sometimes childhood best friends to lovers, both with no idea how to be functional members of society, but i dont know if I'm like legally allowed to discuss them anymore so if i mention it once or twice my bad i just like knowing how my ocs act in relationships).  i don't really know how I'm supposed to write things so I'm just going to put some general information and then ramble for a billion words cool sorry

general things!! shes a disaster bisexual whos 5′8″ and surviving on coffee and spite, she has freckles and tan skin (half Spanish on her mom's side- speaking of her parents died when she was 10 either in a car accident or a murder I didn't make my mind up) very curly brown hair and worrying bags under her eyes. she can look intimidating at first because she has one of those resting bitch faces and a dislike of being alive (there's a little bit of mental illness as a treat) also I'm really tired writing this I'm so sorry

she's an English major- she loves books, spent most her teenage years with her nose in one because it was easier than talking to people and also they're Fucking Good, she has shelves filled with them and two copies of her favourites so she can fill one with notes and annotations and she cries is she ever accidentally ruins one, she never sleeps when she should, staying up till the early morning and then napping at every chance she gets (she has fallen asleep on all of her friends so often, and never makes it through the second hour of the movie unless it's important), she starfishes when she sleeps and is a nightmare to wake up because she will tell you rather impolitely to “leave her the fuck alone” (getting out of bed means dealing with the world and it's so tiring to do it over and over), she’s constantly cold, wrapped up in sweaters and if she's comfortable enough, clings to the closets human heater. speaking of, it takes her a while to warm up to people, used to absolutely shut herself off from getting close to people in fear of them leaving before going to ~therapy~.  she gets top grades in school because she works until shes burnt out and puts an overwhelming amount of pressure on herself, breaks down when she cant understand something in the first few tries because it feels like a failure, she does debate and writes poems and lyrics in beat up notebooks, hides them when people come over and owns like 3 guitars, sings unreasonably well and has scarily specific playlists, has round glasses she only wears when she has to because she cant see shit far away, catches colds often, brushes them off till shes forced into a bed, she studies the stars because theyre beautiful and unattainable and reads psychology books and likes true crime but only when theres a satisfying ending, she shows love through acts of service and physical touch, likes receiving quality time and words of affirmation, she takes polaroids of all her friends and sticks a bunch to her wall so she can stare at them and know that things are worth it now, has posters and art to remind herself of the little joys in life, will fight you about the star wars movies, overly competitive in a lot of things (mario-kart is a dangerous fucking game), curses a lot, stress bakes and cries when something goes slightly wrong, accidentally collects a following on tiktok from shitposting at 4am and having a nice aesthetic (and being pretty), would be the mysterious girl who you see/works at the bookstore/coffee-shop and fall a little bit in love with, writes essays last minute due to chronic procrastination and still aces it, is a ravenclaw, would be a child of hades in the pjo universe, would play outside hitter in volleyball (yes there was a haikyuu au), would be bassist in a band. i think this is all i can think of tonight because my eyes hurt but feel free to ask questions/ say anything honestly i really missed talking about my ocs and i have: many more that i will also talk about if anyone wants me to, (please. my inbox is so open please tell me abt ur ocs too i think its so fun)