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[samijey]

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Talking to the Moon: Part IV

Pairing: Astarion x GN!Reader Word Count: ~4700 Warnings: swearing, PTSD, trauma, past/implied abuse, fluff, angst, emotional hurt/comfort

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masterlist: here

part I: here part II: here  part III: here

Summary: Set at the end Act II in the Gauntlet of Shar. Shadowheart finally faces Reader/Tav's blessing from Selûne in the temple of her dark mistress.

Notes: We finally got to the angsty part between Reader and Shadowheart muahaha. I've had a couple of these lines stuck in my head FOREVER. Does anyone else play the game and immediately start thinking of the scenario and more detailed dialogue for their specific Tav?? No.. just me? ahaha...

Also — Shadowheart rejects Shar in this, as an FYI. If that isn’t your cup of tea or prefer other decisions, etc. that is your discretion for your own game, etc.! For the purpose of my fic and this specific Tav, that is the route I took and don’t want it to be a debate! 👍🏽 Cause I know that happens in fandom sometimes - and that’s not what this fangirl is about baby!

I also just really really love the idea of letting Astarion and Reader/Tav explore things sloooooooooowly. Like little tiny fingertip touches and touching shoulders. I think that Astarion being emotionally vulnerable with someone first and slowly building up to being physical intimate is just MUAH chef’s kiss.

ANYWAYS Ted talk over — Thank you so much for reading and interacting! It means so much to me ♡♡♡

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“Tell me another thing.”

It was Astarion’s new favorite game — asking for you to confide in him, to tell him about how you see him. The things that made you fall for him. 

Each one had made him feel more and more seen. More and more safe. Some had been surprising characteristics he would have never assigned to himself — but you had explained them so earnestly that he couldn’t help but believe you. You had said he was strong, that he had more strength than he realized. That he was funny (obviously). That he was open-minded. 

He was collecting the compliments and observations, letting them stroke the flame inside of him that he had long thought dead. 

“Hmmm…,” You were sat on the worn, dirty floor leaning against a crumpling wall. The group was taking a moment to rest after another harrowing trial in Shar’s Gauntlet. Squinting your eyes you pretended to study him, before speaking, “I like how materialistic you are.” 

“Oh." Something akin to shame flooded through him. "I don’t like this one, pick another.”

A chuckle escaped you, shaking your head. “That’s not how this works.” 

The vampire frowned at your laughter, “This one seems like some back handed compliment." He turned his nose up, trying to mask the small twinge of pain spreading in his chest, "Just tell me I’m pretty instead.” 

You finally recognized the hurt, the smile vanishing from your face. “Astarion, I swear it's not a backhanded compliment. It’s something I genuinely like.” You sounded earnest, you looked solemn. 

He met your wide eyes, nodding as he believed you. “Hmph. Why?” 

“Well, you know I come from a noble background… I grew up with certain luxuries and I miss them." You admitted, your nose scrunched. "It’s nice to have someone who also appreciates the finer things in life.” 

He realized that you thought it was trivial to admit such things, surrounded by death as you all embarked on a seemingly impossible mission. But you were being honest and vulnerable with him in the broken hallway of the dark temple. 

He kept his tone light, smirking at you. “I do have good taste.” 

“Excellent taste. You would love the keep I grew up in, the art and amenities…" You closed your eyes as if you imagined them right there. "I dream of them on cold nights on my bedroll.” 

“Hmmm, tell me about them tonight when we are holed up in our tent.”  

Our tent. A slip of his tongue, but it really had become that way. You rarely were in your own tent anymore, only enough to change and store your things before you were slinking into his.  

“I’ll take you there someday and you can see it yourself.” 

His eyebrows shot up his face, shock morphing his features. You thought that far ahead? Taking him to see your home? Meeting your family? 

You smiled at his reaction, before filling in for his stunned silence. “And… you’re very pretty.” 

A puff of air escaped through his nose, his lips quirking. “Oh I know.” He stretched his fingers, before sweeping his thumb across the back of your knuckles. “Thank you," He whispered. 

You smiled at his touch, your eyes darting to where his pale fingers met yours. 

The pair of you stayed in that quiet moment, until it was broken by the sound of a swear echoing down the length of the crumbling hallway. "Shit!"

Karlach and Shadowheart were sat across the hallway, the tiefling putting on a new bandage across the half elf's small palm — or was attempting to. The cleric had sliced her palm three times now, offering her blood in the name of her dark mistress before every trial. The party had winced every time she did it — but the woman never faltered. 

And she didn’t not heal it with her divine abilities, instead letting the wound remain, cutting into it deeper with each trial and then only wrapping it up. She said it was intentional, purposeful pain that her Goddess demanded. And that she alone would pay the price for it. 

Astarion had immediately marked the strain in your face as she said it. Knew that you wanted nothing more then to remind her that she was not alone, that she could be anything, anyone she wanted to be.

But the words had remained unspoken. Like you didn't have the right to say them to her anymore. 

The vampire was now watching you watch them — studying you once again, trying to decipher how you were feeling. Karlach continued her efforts, but her large fingers fumbled as she tried to tie the knot and the bandages fell off again. 

"Godsdammit! Sorry, Princess." She said sheepishly, snatching the bandages up quickly. 

"It's okay, Karlach." Shadowheart shook her head, looking down at her hand and squeezing it into a fist. She winced from the pain, a hiss coming from her mouth. 

"May I?" Your voice was soft, quiet as a mouse. But not so quiet that Shadowheart did not hear you. She flashed her eyes over to you, her face contorted with genuine surprise. The cleric said no words, instead nodding and offering her hand out. 

Astarion remained sitting, watching as you stood up and crossed the hallway to the two women. You knelt before her, bowing your head slightly as you grabbed the bandages and began to wind them tenderly around Shadowheart's hand. If it were another moment, another person, the vampire would be jealous. Wishing he had a wound himself so that you could offer your services and gentle touches. 

But this was monumental. Not only was it a rare sight — one blessed by Selûne taking care of one of Shar’s disciples. But it was an olive branch, a silent offering that meant much more then those bandages. An offering of peace and acceptance. 

He was sure he saw Shadowheart's eyes lining with silver as you worked, the bob of her throat as she swallowed thickly. With a slight cough, you made to stand back up. "All done." You said in a hushed voice. But before you could stand up, the cleric grabbed your elbow. 

"Thank you," She choked out. The gratitude was for more then just this moment, he imagined. 

You bowed your head again, "Of course." As you marched back across the hallway, Astarion stood up to meet you. He ducked his head to look at your face, a silent conversation passing between you as your eyes met. An art the two of you had begun to master already. 

Are you alright?

I will be. 

He blinked and nodded in understanding, before falling into step at your side. 

• • •

Every place they explored in the Shadowlands somehow topped the previous wretched place. If Astarion never had to step foot in a temple of Shar again, it would be too soon. 

The air surrounding them was freezing, and the hairs on his arms and back of his neck had been standing up for what felt like hours. It felt like eyes were always on him, trailing after your group and judging every step taken. 

Glancing behind him, he waited for you to step onto the disc with the rest of the party. You were hesitating on the edge, the smallest tremble in your hand as you stared down at the floor. "Darling?"

Your face shot up, like his voice snapped you back to reality. You looked rattled, completely shaken. 

Astarion extended his hand out to you, beckoning you forward. He grabbed your hand easily, pulling you into him with a questioning glance before letting go. The rest of your party was looking at you, worry forming in their features. 

You had all but stepped into him, your shoulder pressed into his. He actually didn't mind it one bit. 

“You look pale, are you feeling okay?” He kept his voice low, his mouth downturned. 

You gathered yourself for a moment, before flashing him a smirk. “I’m pale? Coming from the vampire himself?” 

“Ha," He rolled his red eyes. "Trust me, my sweet. I’ve memorized the flush of your features by now — something’s off.” 

Your eyes settled on Shadowheart for a moment, before looking down at your boots. “I think it’s being in here… Her gift is straining inside me.” 

Her gift, Selûne's blessing. You didn't dare say the Goddess' name in Shar's ruined temple. The rest of the party had heard the tale over the campfire about a week ago. While most of their faces had been filled with awe and astonishment when you had told them then, now their faces were only anxious. 

“Oh gods, you’re not going to...?" Wyll trailed off, his brows furrowed together. 

“Drop dead? I hope not.” You shrugged, trying to act nonchalant.��

“Not funny.” Astarion hissed, flashing you a look. The sentiment was echoed by Gale, chastising you for saying such things. 

You quirked your mouth, before wrapping your arms around your torso. "I'll be fine." 

Suddenly, there was a loud click and the disc you all stood on began moving — descending deeper into the ruins. 

Astarion heard the heartbeats of the entire party begin to increase, the thrumming pounding in his ears. None were as loud as the rhythm of your heart. 

Then the scent of your fear filled his nostrils. 

He could think of no words, no quips or jokes. The dark ruins had been taxing, draining. And he did not know what to expect at the bottom of this temple. 

But he was afraid too. Afraid for you, for both of you. 

The disc settled below with another audible click, and as the rest of the party began to move off of it and deeper into the next area you stayed planted where you were. 

The vampire stayed with you, eyeing your complexion that was turning paler by the minute. Your breaths labored as you blinked, long and slowly. His red eyes followed your line of sight — to Shadowheart and Karlach. 

The half-elf and tiefling were standing before large ornate doors, shoulder to shoulder. Their hands were intertwined, fingers laced together as they continued to stare the door down. 

Your eyes were fixed on their hands, before you licked your lips and spoke quietly — only for him to hear. "Would you be okay with that?”

His brows furrowed together in confusion. “With what?” 

“A touch like that.” 

A bewildered look crossed his features. Here? Now? This is where you wished to discuss such things. Moments before stepping into the unknown darkness of the mistress of night. He stepped in front of you, his back to the rest of the party as he looked you in the face. 

“Holding hands? What next, you want to cuddle?” He teased with his sharp tongue.

The smallest twist in your features was your only tell. Anyone else would have missed it — a flash of sadness at his rejection. 

He suddenly realized it. Longing. You had been looking at the pair holding hands with longing, yearning to be touched like that right now. "You want that, don't you?"

You stiffened, as if you had said the wrong thing. You stumbled over your words, immediately backtracking, “Not if you don’t want to. I'm sorry, I just thought—“ 

His eyes softened at your reaction, “You’re upset.” 

“No, never." You shook your head, your voice unwavering. "It’s your choice, Starry.” 

“I’m not the only person in this—" In this, what? Finish the sentence, Astarion. He thought to himself. "Is it, something you would like to do?” 

“Maybe." You licked your lips, before nodding self-consciously. "Yes, but only if you were okay with it.” 

“I can try." He whispered sincerely, before looking back over his shoulder to the group. Shadowheart and Karlach remained at each other's side, their fingers still intertwined in a tight grasp. "I just— I don’t really understand it. The touch I’m used to is… sensual, erotic. Or incredibly violent. I thought touch was only supposed to lead to some explosive end, one way or another. What’s the point of it?” 

“It’s comforting, holding the person you care about. Feeling their presence with you, when you need it." You admitted, your eyes unguarded as you looked at him.  

He recalled how he felt when you had held him in your arms in the river. How he had let his fingers linger and hold onto you as you pulled away from that first hug. The overwhelming urge he had sometimes to just be near you. He could understand that feeling, he knew that feeling now. He just wasn't sure how to act on it. 

"I think I'd like that." He agreed, the corners of his mouth pulling up with a hopeful expression. "I will try." 

You smiled back at him, the pair of you momentarily forgetting where you stood. What was to happen next. What could happen next. 

As you made to finally step off of the disc, he called your name softly — halting your movement. "We will get to try."

It was a promise. A vow.

No dark mistress or Absolute or bastard vampire master would stop him from having you. 

You nodded, smiling back at him before moving to join the others. 

The group was cautious as they entered into the final chamber, the hundreds of candles in the room suddenly lighting with an eerie purple flame. The coloured flames flickered and cast dancing shadows on the stones around them, all leading to a pool of still water. A ginormous, untouched statue of the Mistress of Night stood in it — her arms outstretched, beckoning you forward. 

"This must be the last step. I need to pray. Only by Lady Shar's grace did we even make it this far." Shadowheart fell to her knees immediately, offering silent prayers to the intimidating figure ahead. Karlach stayed loyally at her side, but her brows were crinkled with worry. 

Everyone lingered behind, unsure of how to proceed. 

"I'm ready." The dark-haired cleric spoke, determination flashing in her features as she stood up. The spear she had fought and bled for in the trials strapped to her back. She held a boot over the unmoving water for a moment, hesitating for a moment before stepping into it. 

A voice spoke throughout the chamber, echoing and rattling the stones. The candles flickered with her voice, as if the magnificent voice caused the cold breeze that suddenly filled the room. "You are so close, my child. So close to fulfilling your destiny. And is that another trophy you bring for me? You honor me with your dedication.“ 

The party turned to stare at you. Shar was aware of who you are, of what lingered in you. Astarion swear he saw Shadowheart’s bottom lip tremble as her gaze fell on you again. 

But you put on your practiced expression of calm, nodding at your companions to continue. But as you stood on the precipice of the pool, Astarion noticed your fingers twitching at your side. 

It should have been be so easy for him to reach out and hold them, like you said you wanted. He had been daring himself to touch you more lately — a brush of his knuckle against yours, tucking an unruly strand of hair behind your ear. He was trying. He wanted to, so badly. 

But something was holding him back. A weight on his chest and lungs that made it feel him feel so tainted and undeserving for such things. 

He hesitated for too long, and your hand was moving away as you stepped into the sparkling water. So he took his own steps in. The water was ice cold, instantly sending goosebumps over his entire body. Then a frozen sensation that went deep into his half-dead body. It began clutching at him, at everything he was and ever could be. 

His red eyes widened, searching frantically for you beside him — his hand reaching out wildly for you before he was suddenly pulled under. 

• • •

The last thing you had seen was Shar’s menacing face —looming over you, spelling your end. A blanket of cold had surrounded you, tightening unbearably around your ankles and wrists before yanking you down into the darkness. 

You had never been afraid of the dark before. 

You could no longer say that. 

With a gasp, you wretched your eyes open to find yourself somewhere new. Standing on a craggy rock, floating in raging winds and surrounded by streaks of lightning. A living storm of black and purple swirling around you. 

"Lady Shar...," Shadowheart's voice was quiet — her tone a strange mixture of astonishment and fear. "I can feel her all around. This is her domain. This is the Shadowfell.”

“Bloody hells.” Gale muttered, the wizard's mouth a hardline. 

“We best keep moving.” Lae'zel ordered, eyeing the surroundings with a look of disgust on her face. 

You all murmured in agreement, before traveling down the precarious craggy rocks until you were at the very bottom. You hesitated at the site of a person— a pale, large woman dressed in only shredded rags.

The Nightsong. 

She stood in the centre of several complicated sigils, the symbols radiating a sickly green. Her head flicked up to your group, her eyes narrowing as she inspected every single party member. Before they settled on you, and softened. 

“I recognize you." Her voice was hoarse at first, like she hadn't spoken out loud in ages. "You aren’t a sibling… But I recognize you. Why are you so familiar to me?” She cocked her head at you, her eyes studying you. There was a flicker in them — hope.

Her hair shined silver like yours, but her eyes glowed even brighter. Much more than any mortal could. Your mouth fell open as you realized. She was not blessed by a divine being like you, she was immortal herself. 

“You are...“ 

“A child of the gods.” She finished for you, and even clad in nothing but rags she stood tall at the words.  

“Selûne’s?”

Your mind raced as you put together the pieces, the ritual on the stone similar to the secret room of Balthazar. Kethric’s undying nature. She was bound here in the Shadowfell — being syphoned like those fairies in the lanterns. And the dark justiciar’s — they used her, killed her like a bounty for their goddess. Over and over. As Shadowheart was meant to do now. 

But you. You were bound to nothing, and you were not born from the goddess — only a mortal woman, who feared for her child. A mortal mother who was thousands of miles away, not knowing where her child now stood, not knowing that they were waiting to see if a spear would be driven through their chest too.

"My mother spoke of you once. I don't think that even she knew we would meet." The daughter of Selûne eyes shone with quiet understanding. The flicker of hope in them still catching light somehow in the dark storm in the Shadowfell as she stared at you. 

Shadowheart stepped forward, toeing the edge of the ritual symbols carved onto the floor. Her face was stoic, determined. Yet she refused to look at you. 

"But you.” The woman’s eyes dragged to the cleric, her voice a vicious snarl. “YOU. You, who have come to seek the praise of your wicked goddess. You, who have come to drive a dagger through my heart." 

"Not a dagger — a spear. My Lady Shar's spear. Your fate is mine to seal." You noticed Shadowheart's hands were trembling fists at her side. 

"The fate that you seal is your own. To be a Dark Justiciar is to turn your heart from everything but loss. You will know no love, no joy — only servitude." Karlach stiffened next to Shadowheart, concern etching every feature of her red face. "Until, of course, your mistress inevitably discards you. And there is much she does not tell you — a terrible blood price that may extend beyond my own death. Beyond your companion's."

The cleric looked over her shoulder to you, her eyebrows furrowed. You said nothing, keeping your face steady. 

But it was the first she looked you in the eyes since you found yourself in the dark place. Truly met your gaze. And the rage and betrayal you had first seen in them that day she learned the truth about you had lost their heat. Instead you saw only pain and regret. 

Astarion made to move in front of you, to act as your shield as Shadowheart turned her attention on you. But you waved your hands at your side, silently asking him to stop. 

You knew the rest of your party waited with bated breath for you to intervene, to speak up for this woman, for yourself. 

But instead, you held Shadowheart’s gaze and waited. 

The Nightsong spoke again, drawing her attention away from you. "You may think you know what they are, but do you know what I am, little assassin? For I know you — a lost child, frightened by wolves in the dark." 

"What did you say?" 

"Much has been promised to you, hasn't it? But what has been taken from you?" She asked sadly, her eyes piercing through Shadowheart. "What do you know of your own heart — your own life? I sense more in you then you know." 

"I—" The spear was suddenly summoned into her hand, her light coloured eyes widening as she feels its weight. It was as if Shar would wait no longer, and would thrust the weapon into her hands and guide it through the Nightsong if need be. "I..." She raised it up, inspecting the intricate designs and deadly tip of the spear. The bottom of her eyes filled with silver as she studied it. 

And just as fast as it was summoned, it was gone. Soaring over the party's heads, away and into the swirling storm below them. 

You let loose the breath you didn't know you were holding.

It was echoed by a sigh of relief from the rest of the party. 

Shadowheart's mouth was agape, staring into her empty hands and then to you. A humorless laugh escaped her, like she was in a state of shock. "I can't believe I just did that. Lady Shar will disown me... what will happen to me?"  

"Not what will happen — what will you do? Your past is not yet lost. Your future is not yet fixed. Lay a hand on me in friendship, not-quite Sharran, and I will fight the battle that been waiting for me this last century." The large woman knelt before them, bowing her head. "Then — oh then, we will have much to discuss. All of us." She looked up to nod at you, still standing on the edge of the circle. 

The cleric stepped forward with more certainty then she had in most of the trials in Shar's Gauntlet. Her head held high before she grasped the child of the god on her shoulder. Suddenly the green of the binding ritual turned into a bright, silver light. The woman fell to all fours as the silver light traveled through her.  

"Our lady of Silver. Hear me! She Who Guides, the Moonmaiden Selûne — mother of the so-called Nightsong. THE NIGHTSONG IS NO MORE!" Then she began to levitate in the air, a shining light of white and silver wrapped around her before large wings spread from her back, and spectral armor and sword appearing upon her body and in her hands.

The group was amazed as they watched her fly up and up. Before she landed with a gentle thud.

A child of a god indeed. 

"I am resplendent. You have given me a great gift, little warrior." She nudged Shadowheart's chin with a gloved hand, before stepping back. "Come now — there is a battle to be fought." 

"My kin," She looked back to you, her eyes and brow set in a determined line. "Are you ready?"

"Ready for what?" You asked, stepping forward until you were at Shadowheart's side. 

"To kill Ketheric Thorm." She flashed a wolfish grin that was filled with a controlled rage. Vengeance and justice was to be served by that glowing spectral sword in her hand. With a large woosh, she was soaring into the air and vanishing back to the mortal plane. 

• • •

It wasn't until you were out of the Shadowfell, away from Gauntlet and endless depictions of Shar that you all finally spoke. 

The cool air of the Shadowlands was welcoming for the first time since you had arrived. Astarion watched as you took large gulps of air, your hands resting on your hips as you centered yourself again. The colour was already returning to your cheeks, your heart slowing to a familiar rhythm. 

He made to reach out for you, but Shadowheart got there first. A look of surprise flashed across your face as she threw herself at you. "I don't— I don't know what to say." She muttered into your shoulder. 

You swallowed hard before holding her back fiercely, your mouth quivering. "You don't have to say anything. I forgive you."

Astarion blinked. You gave her your forgiveness so easily, much easier then he would have. But wasn't that one of the things he was so fond of? Your kind heart, your innate goodness. That even though he didn't feel he deserved your attention, or that Shadowheart deserved to be forgiven, you still granted it to them. Your kindness was not just for him, but for everyone in the group. The hubris wizard and seasoned fighter who didn't think they were enough. The warlock and barbarian ripped from their homes. The manipulated manipulators who were used and discarded.  

“You can't—You can't just forgive me." She pulled away from you, staring at you like you had gone mad. "What I did, what I almost did — I almost didn’t bring you back that day, oh gods—" Her hand moved over her mouth, her brows meeting in the middle. 

“But you did.”

“But if I didn’t—" Her voice broke.

You grabbed her by the shoulders, ducking your head to look at her. “But you did. And we will not speak of the past any longer. But we will get you answers for your own, okay?” 

"What she wanted me to do in there, what she's made me do..." A sob escaped Shadowheart, the sound breaking something in Astarion. Something that hit a little too close to home. His red eyes flickered to his boots as he tried to keep his own emotion at bay. 

Your next words were a whisper in her ear, too low for even his elven ears to hear. But you both nodded together, before Karlach was pulling the cleric into a hug of their own. Pressing a kiss to her forehead, whispering her own affections to her. 

Before the vampire could even try to will himself to do the same things for you, you were in front of him. He could see no hint of expectation on your face, only relief as you took him in. 

He ran the tip of his finger down your wrist, to the back of your hand, before trailing it in your palm. "That was all a little dramatic, wasn't it?"

A tired chuckle escaped you, "I'd thought you'd learned by now that we have a flair for it, don't we?"

"We certainly do." 

Suddenly, flashes of divine white power swept above you, before shooting fast across the sky — the light silhouetting a set of large wings. Without further thinking, Astarion threaded his pale fingers through yours, squeezing them slightly as he watched the light head closer and closer to the imposing tower in the distance. 

He gulped as you squeezed back. 

Your party watched the sky for a moment, silence filling the air before you all stared at each other. Your tired, aching bodies were begging for rest. But the world would not wait for you to rest. 

"To Moonrise?" Gale asked, a sad, tired smile on his face. 

"To Moonrise." You nodded, starting to march forward and lead the group forward. 

Astarion curled his pinky around yours as you meant to pull away, not quite ready to let you go again. 

Read part V here

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Okay like...I'm not a huge Hermes fan because of what happens later with him but..I can tell you are very excited about him and your stuff involving him and you're afraid no one will like or ask about it. I like to encourage people to chase what they love and inspires them so...

I am asking. Lay it on me! Give me all the Hermes stuff that makes you excited! (If you're comfortable doing it.) Headcannons, thoughts, um..I don't AO3 but if you have links to stories with him...whatever you want to share! Go for it!

First of all, can I give you the biggest virtual hug?!?

Thank you so much @pinxli for your kindness, your encouragement, and your support for us all here!! You are an amazing friend and I’m so grateful. 🥹💖

Onto your actual ask, which is just a chance for me to blab about Hermes for a bit, which I know will end up way too long, so I’ll put it under a cut.

So, I want to start by saying that you are absolutely right Inxli-mun in that it’s been difficult for me to talk about Hermes, for multiple reasons, but a big one is that so many in the fandom seem to hate him. I mean he is the one that is easy to point to and say that he caused the final days in the first place and that he’s to blame for literally everything that happened afterwards. So I get it, I really do. But it also means that it makes me really anxious about even talking about him, let alone gpose or write about him. So hopefully this will help me in doing so in the future.

Here’s the thing. From the beginning, I was in the “love to hate him” camp about Fandaniel. I was intrigued with his character and wanted to know more, but I wasn’t exactly excited about his total nihilism, especially in the Pre-EW patches when we first got a taste of him. He got a bit more interesting after the Amon reveal right before Tower of Zot. As a fan of Allag stuff, I liked the reveal and all, but I still didn’t know at all what to expect next. When we got to Fandaniel’s death when he became the heart of Zodiark, I felt like he was an interesting villain, but not my favorite in FFXIV, and I thought that was that. I didn’t think we’d get anything more about Fandaniel, let alone his Unsundered self.

Then came Elpis, and the more I heard and saw, the more I realized that I was going to fall in love with this character, or should I say the Unsundered Fandaniel anyway. The reveal that his name was Hermes got me so damn giddy already because I have always loved Hermes from Greek Mythology. Then when Hermes first spoke in Elpis, I recognized Jeremy Ang Jones’ voice, as he was clearly Amon/Fandaniel, but he spoke so softly and it just hit me with the feels instantly. I have no idea why, but I find a great voice to be a huge turn on, and Hermes just did it for me. His beautiful green eyes also greatly help in the sexiness department for me.

Seriously though, the more I learned of Hermes, the more I felt for him. His caring nature and compassion for all of the creations, his devotion and fatherly love for Meteion, and his kindness towards the WoL just made me love him so deeply. And he was so unique amongst the Ancients, with his love for all creatures, not just his fellow people, and not to mention that I saw a lot of myself in him with his depression, as I myself have chronic depression and anxiety. It all spoke to me, and way after I had finished 6.0, I still couldn’t shake him from my mind. Though I had no intention on shipping with him for the longest time, since it took me nearly 2 years to do so, he had stolen my heart, just as Aymeric, G’raha, Cid, etc. had done before.

So I don’t want this to turn into a full blown essay on him, even though I have already written so much already, but I wanted to talk a bit about why I love him, and that my love is very much for Hermes, and not as much for Fandaniel as the sundered ascian. I very much see Hermes, Amon, and Ascian Fandaniel as all separate characters, even though they all share the same soul whose trauma can be first attributed to the suffering that Hermes experienced.

Though I am still figuring out not only a canon timeline, especially with the newest short story coming in and wrecking a few things that I had planned, but I also have a few headcanons for the Modern AU with Urania x Hermes, and I also I do want to do a Happy Ending AU for Hermes, but I am not entirely certain if I could pull that last one off. So for now, I’ll give you a handful of headcanons for the Modern AU.

Hermes is a single father who adopted Meteion when she was a few months old, and she is obviously not a familiar in this modern setting but a little girl who wants her papa to find love. He is in graduate school working towards his master’s and eventually his PhD in Astronomy, but he still doesn’t earn enough to support himself and his daughter, so he is a barista at the local coffee shop. It is at the coffee shop where he meets Urania, who is a regular customer. They then bump into each other at the university and realize that they are in the same Astronomy graduate program. Some other hobbies that Hermes has is bird watching and cooking, along with spending his free time with Meteion as much as he can. I’m still figuring out how I want the romance to develop, but I’m very excited about this AU because it can just be a sweet love story and no big bad stuff happening like the Final Days.

With that, I think I’ll shut up for now. But thank you so much for this ask Inxli-mun!! I very much appreciate the opportunity to blab about this man who I adore very much. 🥰💖

[outivv]

Hello hello! Could I request Silver, Azul, Vil and Jamil with a motherly female s/o who loves to cook for the boys and smother them in affection and compliments?

Synopsis: motherly s/o

Warnings: not proofread

Game/ fandom: twisted wonderland

Characters: silver, azul, vil, and jamil

Pronouns for reader: I don’t think I mention it at all… so… gender neutral/ not mentioned

A/n: hello hello! I’ve been really slow with requests cause I’ve been busy, and I do apologize for that. But! I’m trying to get back into the swing of writing requests! Hope you enjoy, and have a great rest of your day :D!

— Silver —

I think silver will say you don’t need to coddle him, or doing things for him, but he really appreciates it. Hell pretend like he doesn’t though, and tell you that you should take a break and worry about yourself… but he will literally devour any food you give him, anything you make for him, and absolutely adores it when you take care of him.

Loves sleeping on your tummy as you brush through his hair. Theis isn’t particular to this specific headcanon, but I felt it was rather fitting.

The way silver melts whenever you take care of him. He got injured in gym, and the way you cup his face all concerned and ask if he’s alright just… melts him. He doesn’t show it, but you can feel his cheeks heating up against your hands.

Lilia adores you. Of course he would either way, but you both especially bond over talking about silver. It’s funny cause silver just sits there.

— Azul —

Tried your cooking once and lost his mind, almost hired you to be a chef at mostro lounge. HGWJW just imagine a feral azul after trying your cooking, like jade and Floyd holding him back aMABSJVSVD. Anyways, yeah he loves your cooking, and will always take it. I think he’s a stress eater so when stressed, he’ll just defeatedly walk towards you and ask you to make him some food.

Literally could listen to you complimenting him all day. He lovesssss it it’s so so much, it makes him wanna hide in his octopot (in a good way). You never fail to make him flustered just by simply telling him you like his hair that day, or that he’s very pretty.

You’re so supportive of him and it just makes him weak to the knees. He literally adores how much you support him, and how much you done on him, he’s such a simp for you KHGSJSJS. Jade and Floyd make fun of him all the time.

— Vil —

THE DYNAMIC YOU BOTH HAVE??? Amazing. Admirable, adoreable. And very feared. Vil will tell someone how ugly they look, and turn to you and just melt in your arms. While you tell the person how wonderful they look.

Vil often times is seen with you right by his side, and you compliment him all the time. He keeps up a front in front of people, but then when you two are alone he’s so flustered ist comical.

It’s funny to see Vil all happy one day because you made him something, whether it be food, or a cute little pot you made in ceramics :). He cherishes it, and has a smile on his face all day.

Vil is used to a lot of attention, and compliments, but he loves when you give him things, or make him something. It’s just is a little extra and he adores the hard work and effort you put into it.

— Jamil —

Jamil isn’t really used to this kind of treatment, other than from his family ofc. He’s typically the one doting on someone, and doing/ making things for them. He’s not used to having having someone do the same for him.

It’s almost a competition between the two of you on who can make the better food, make better whatever, and it’s so funny because whoever taste tests the food literally can’t decide since they’re both so good. It always ends in a draw.

After a long day jamil can’t even lie… he wants to be doted on a bit. Cuddle, and take out his braids before he goes to sleep and he’ll just be putty in your arms. Make him a little bedtime snack, and he’ll appreciate the hell out of it. Either way, he’ll just internally meltttt.

[elvisabutler]

where you hold me tight

summary: jerry has a big mouth and tells you about how elvis used to do movies before the war in addition to music. you want to see them. fandom: elvis presley | elvis ( 2022 ) rating: g? a very low t at worst. pairing: professor! elvis presley ( big daddy flavor ) x student! female reader word count: 1521 warnings: big daddy elvis. elvis using a walking stick/cane. student and professor relationship ( everyone is of legal age ). use of the nickname belle for the reader. hiding things from a partner. slight mocking of elvis's films. king creole is the best pre army film bias. author’s note: once upon a time @meds4beatlemania asked about professor presley and if he still does his pre army films since the timeline doesn't really change till that point. this is the ask here. i meant to write this before now but as we know january was a month. and then it was award season and my daughter's birthday and my 1k gala and then my husband's and my birthday. so i'm just now finishing this. i hope you enjoy this darling and i hope it was worth the wait. y'all know the drill, pick your elvis poison, this is written with real elvis in mind but you can imagine austin elvis. find anything involving this verse in the professor presley tag.

Elvis doesn't like talking about his fame, you've been aware of this fact since you danced in the living room of Graceland before you ever knew just how much he had fallen for you. It's not that he's ashamed of it, not really, after all it got him the house he's in and through some luck it's made it so he doesn't worry too much about monetary things. Not like some of his friends and coworkers. He's joked that if he kept going the way he was he probably would have eaten himself out of house and home with how extravagant his tastes were. You always tell him that thankfully you're not one who needs to be too spoiled or else maybe he'd find himself in that position anyway.



You wonder though, you wonder how Elvis was back in the day- you had been too young to actually know the ruckus he caused just by singing and dancing and despite asking your mother one day over a phone call- you really don't know as much as you'd like to about his past. You don't press, really, after all it's not perhaps the most important thing. You're dating him as he is now, not him as he was years ago. The only thing that benefits you now is the amount of money he has from his past. One day though, one day Jerry makes a joke about how Elvis could have been a contender when it came to movies and you can't help the way your head tilts to look at the man.



"He starred in movies?" You ask, the idea filling you with such absolute delight you're practically buzzing in your seat. This was completely brand new information that you had not a single inkling about. It was something new to find out about Elvis. "How many and when?"



Jerry sees how your eyes light up and opens his mouth to speak before he sees Elvis behind you glaring at him. Jerry may be one of the few people out of the little Mafia Elvis has who doesn't immediately fall in lockstep behind him but even he knows better than to open his mouth when he sees that look. That look is the sort of look you don't argue with because it won't end well for you.



"Milk." Elvis says, using a nickname you rarely hear him actively call Jerry as he moves to give you a kiss. "Ya spillin' all my damn secrets to my Belle?"



There's a debate written all over Jerry's face, a debate between telling Elvis the truth and a lie before he shrugs. "It slipped out and she asked?"



You see Elvis looking like he's about to give Jerry a severe talking to before you place your hand on his arm and nuzzle at him. "Don't- Elvis. He made a bad joke and I picked up on what he said. You never told me about it."



Elvis looks at you and has the decency to look a little chagrined. "Ya- ya never- it doesn't matter," and as if to belabor the point he rubs at his neck and looks away.



A moment- or perhaps several pass before you speak grabbing at Elvis's face as you do. "It matters to me. I want to see them."



The thing is, Elvis never really can deny you anything, not after how your relationship started off on such a- complicated foot. Call it him wanting to spoil you or call it him apologizing for his actions the point was that he couldn't help but agree to things he probably shouldn't when it came to you. It's how you find yourself being whisked away to the Memphian theater one Sunday afternoon a month later only to realize it was oddly quiet inside with only a few workers inside.



"Did you- Where is everyone?" You ask as you approach one of the workers who happens to be making popcorn.



Elvis shrugs as he smiles at the worker handing him the bag of popcorn. "I- I might have rented out the place for tonight. Cost me a pretty penny but ya wanted to see my films, didn't ya?"



"You- I thought they'd be on the television, Elvis! Not- they've got them in the theater?" It seemed too good to be true, like Elvis was playing a prank on you but he just smiles softly at you as an answer before you start speaking again. "I can see them in on the big screen. You know you didn't have to do this."



There's a moment where Elvis just stares at you leaning on his cane as if marveling at your words. It's not that all the women he's been with have chased after fame and fortune. Sure they didn't mind being spoiled but it was always more about wanting him than anything else. Even Priscilla- even their issues had boiled down so very simply to just wanting more of him. Yet hearing you say he didn't need to do this, hearing that you essentially would have been content to catch them when you could on television reminds him of why he's fallen for you the way he has. He hands you the popcorn and wraps his arm around you, pulling you close to his body with a grin.



"I didn't. But maybe I wanted to show ya how I used to look. Show ya the man ya would have gotten if ya were jus' a lil younger."



Once again you're reminded of how you seem to just fit in Elvis's arms as you burrow into him, throwing a kernel of popcorn into your mouth, "you mean the man I wouldn't have liked? Probably would have assumed was just like every other man I've met at college? That man? I've seen the album covers, Elvis."



He looks at you with what is hands down the slyest look you've ever seen him give you as he opens the door to the theater. "Honey, ya haven't seen me move in some of these. Might change your mind a lil. Sing a different tune."



The two of you manage to get through three movies and by the end of the third you can tell Elvis is embarrassed. Making you laugh and smile is wonderful and he'll spend the rest of his life doing it if you'll let him but if you'll let him do it while not watching his movies- only one of which he's truly proud of with no stipulations- well that'd be all the better wouldn't it?



You hear his sigh in between all your laughter and nudge him a little with your elbow. "What's wrong? You look- Are you not enjoying this?"



You can't help but bite your lip at the thought that he's just suffering through this for you. You still would have wanted it, nothing would have changed that and yet he looks red and mortified down to his core, almost as if he's ashamed of what he's done. "I like them, you know. They're-"



"Belle, darlin', you tell me the other two were as good as King Creole and I'm gonna remind ya it's a sin to lie," his lips purse a little, "hell, only good thing that came from Love Me Tender was Debra and- well that's not important. What is important is they ain't- You're laughing at 'em."



"I'm laughing with them." The defense is said as quick as you can because the idea that Elvis is embarrassed by these films purely because of how corny they are or how they aren't at a caliber of a fancy movie star is mind boggling to you. "They're fun and I like them. You're so-"



He cuts you off. "Moody? Overdramatic?"



"Cute." A singular word said before you kiss him. "You are cute and sweet in them. I might not have liked the boy you were making them because I love the man in front of me but I can see he wasn't the worst sort of person. I think you might have even had fun making these."



Silence is all that follows from Elvis as an answer for what feels like an eternity before he holds up his hands. "They were kinda fun. Almost wish I had done a few more. Colonel was talkin' 'bout me doing this movie called Flamin' Star, would have put me on the map as a real serious actor."



"My mom hates that movie. I've never watched it but her and my dad did and she called it trash. Not even kind of entertaining. Probably would have been different with you." Your hand moves to pull his arm up to wrap around you as you snuggle despite the seats. "Tell them to put on Loving You. That one sounds fun. And then when we get home you can tell me all about what plans you had for yourself in Hollywood. Because from all of this, I think you should have. Deal?"



"You all heard the woman!" Elvis's voice booms in the theater before he turns to look at you, placing a soft kiss to your forehead. "Deal."

[localgardenweed]

Ok I was originally gonna write how I wanna go back to Eddsworld and do stuff for it again but felt out of the loop with the modern fandom and shit but ended up being a rant about how I hate Beyond so like gonna write this again but keeping part of the rant cause i need to share how much i cant stand Beyond again

So like I wanna come back to Eddsworld cause as much as it was a dumpster fire for me it was my first real fandom I was apart of online so it holds a place in my heart. I mean probably technically whatever I did on Framecast was my first ever online fandom space but shhhh that dont count i was but a wondering traveler looking for my place in the world. It actually got me into Eddsworld someone made a animation to Youth by Daughter and had me hooked. But still was very important to me and my art development.

Its so crazy to me cause i was into Eddsworld HARD in the 2016-2020 era where alot of the ig modern fandom was born i watched cities fall and crumble I was deep in the amino trenches, Pork Sodaing and seeing so much historical fandom events happen before your eyes. I was watching everyone consume every piece of Prince of Mints and Moho art I was a sucker for them which probably wasn’t okay for like a 5th grader but i definitely turned out all right /j.

I left for a little bit on and off cause Hetalia was choking me and like keeping me prisoner but like it still had a place in my heart for it but like ya know i still was there but idk now I just dont find the same spark anymore from the first go around. Something changed and maybe cause i just had my tastes change and maybe cause my ex-best friend was making fun of my oc all the time but i made him when i was like 11 and figuring out identities and ways to express yourself without sticking to the gender norms and dealing with alot of stuff at the time i finally caved and just didn’t feel the same any anymore about the show.

Cause I loved that fandom more than anything but, I don’t know I just don’t know how to get back that spark and go frolic in the fields with my TomTordOc love triangle of my 5th grader dreams and just be cringe and free and feel joy again but I just cant enjoy the material anymore like THEY ARE MASSACRING MY BOYS WHAT HAVE THEY DONE TO THEMM

It doesn’t hit the same and i know i dont need to consume Beyond i doubt anyone actually does at this point but i cant stand beside while they murder everything i loved about the Classic and Legacy eras.

Also just, I think I hit a road block with it too like, I got stuck on where to do and what to do with Eddsworld like. I make aus i made ocs i made a ask blog i made animatics, now what? And like idk i felt weird and like stuck in the mud with them. Also just had the friend falling out who was also the co-creator of the ask blog so now i dont know how to pick it back up all by myself again but them again i really was just doing it by myself all the time anyway so i just have to figure out how to get back into the swing of things

I have some ideas for aus and maybe just finally be free and bring my oc back from the grave for realsies and make you all consume it but, I don’t know. Im scared to come back cause also weirdly alot of the new fans are younger than me or the older fans are older than me so its kinda awkward, also im just awkward im scared to talk to people online, there is and were some people i desperately wanted to be friends with both in and out of Eddsworld but im too scared and either just watch from afar or abuse the Anonymous function in ask boxes. 

If i cave enough i might come back to Eddsworld to at least finish my lore for the ask blog cause IM SORRY I LEFT YALL HANGING I HAD SCHOOL AND THEN JUST FORGOT ABOUT IT but forever haunted by the people who like every single post and then i get excited cause i see like 99+ notes waiting for me and i think one of my new posts blew up but no its just the ew boys who screw around likes and reblog and the occasional comment

One day ill return to my rightful birthplace and one day I shall be free and one with nature and draw as much as I want for it and as many ocs i want without someone telling me its cringe or make more for the ask blog or hell start doing animation and animatics again

Ok here is the Beyond rant now if you wanna read it

I feel the difference between Beyond and Legacy is that, Beyond is trying to horriblycopy their older brothers Classic and Legacy and almost dumb it down a bit with more childish humor, and Legacy takes inspiration from Classic: It’s different but a natural difference/evolution. Or the fact a whole new guy was writing it all with a slightly different style so he wrote what he knew idk maybe a bit of a factor idk

Also i cant stand the Tord bait sorry I cant, especially when they used to like get annoyed by the fandom by asking and then just realized he was a cash cow so like now we get Tord merch and the hints and Tori and the skit with the cavemen like OMG TORD- and he got crushed by a rock thanks gang, cause like dude I think as much as we love Tord like maybe this go around respect Larson’s choice to like not use him in the series anymore and take him out but like ig that doesn’t apply to merch so yeah lets do one more go around bring out the red one. Or idk maybe they contacted him and was like “yo dude can we like use him for merch” but i dont think that happened. I think it was just better to leave him absent from the show and be like “yeah no Tord guys, no Tord” and we could have all had our thumbs up and be like “Ok Eddsworld Beyond we are okay with that”. Like I know Red October was for charity but idk it still felt weird to use Tord, like could this really not have just been the main 3 or like bring in some deep cut old characters or side characters did we really need Tord here.

[olderthannetfic]

Hey writer, take the write what you want to read further. Use it in original works too, you will feel so free.

Also, like read what you want to write and read a lot of it. My biggest struggle with both writing and reading has always been that I just really don't like the tropes that are used by native English romance writers. Now I love a good trashy romance, but English romance isn't even good. It's just the writing equivalent of a daytime soap. Like English publishing just feels like they don't treat romance very seriously since it's main demographic is women or queer folks. (Which I feel is why those are the groups who mainly flock to fanfic).

Korean and Japanese light novels and comics have been an absolute boon for me. (Chinese ones still come off as a bit too daytime soap for my personal enjoyment).

As a kid I went from tearing through anything I could get my hands on to reading as much fic I could as a teen to practically not reading at all for a good portion of 4-5 years because nothing could really grab me. All the romance for adults either had no plot or acted like sex was practically nonexistent and sometimes both. And if you like that, it's great but, it started to make me hate reading. Then I stumbled across the way that demographics work in japan and got curious enough to try again but with manga to see if I could get interested in what writers had to offer again. I was blown away honestly, I started tearing through comics (both Japanese and Korean) so quickly I was finishing and catching up with comics that had sometimes over 200 chapters in days. I started running out of things (because I have very specific taste but still my comic library is 3000+) so I started looking into light novels (god bless novelupdates)

A big part of my personal draw towards Japanese and Korean publishing is probably that even shoujo/teen girl demographics don't outright ignore sex, it's talked about and even happens in comics ment for teen girls. Like very fee that I've read ignore it. Also just in general the plots don't frustrate me as much much of English pub thrives off of avoidable misunderstandings that frankly give me second hand embarrassment (most English romance lit give me second hand embarrassment anyway cause the characters just suck but I digress) where as Japanese and Korean pub feels more like understandable misunderstandings? (English lit being mainly jealous/assumptions/cheating vs jap/Korean lit being hearing things out of context/rivals making misunderstandings/mistaken\double identies) summing up many English romances thrive of stupidity keeping the leads apart where as many jap/kor romances keep them apart via external forces. But I tangented oops.

Point being, it has finally given me direction in my own writing. I want to write in a way that emulates Japanese and Korean writing styles, I want to use the tropes that they more commonly use and a similar basic outline and story progression.

I can write and read again and it gives me genuine joy that I thought I had lost, that fanfiction simply can't fill for me anymore (the fandoms I'm in are starting to slow down due to age and most of the things that have active fandoms I'm just not interested in the source materials) anyway main point being sometimes you just need to branch out and look at less common places. Reading outside of English works finally ended my writers block and has given me a few small fandoms to interact with and while most of what I read has no English fandom I have such a treasure trove of orginal content that I very rarely need fic.

Thanks for letting me use the ask box as a little stage. I think you're wonderful for allowing your blog to be that kind of space!

-@botanicbones

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[invece-sto-sdraiato]

Rant about everybody’s waiting (and some general fandom stuff) cause I finally found words to my feelings:

tw// mental health struggles, anxiety (can you notice that I’ve never done this before 🥲)

Yes, okay at first I was skeptical about the song. Reasons? I’m not entirely sure (yet) but once I heard the whole thing, I was like, “ok, not as bad as I thought, kinda my taste but will take time to grow on me…” by now I can definitely say that it’s super experimental and brave of them to do something like this, so props to that! I think the second half of the song is what really convinced me.

Lyrics-wise? As much as I understood the meaning, the importance they held for bojan, I didn’t see myself actually “getting” them, if you get what I mean. I didn’t understand what they even meant, at first. (well, I couldn’t hear some words in the song properly)

But now these-

What a wonderful life, panicking

A perfect time to get lost in deep, unoriginal line

There’s nothing left, just flight or die

Lonesome and run down

Can’t tell the sky from the ground

Turning around

Okay now… this hit me straight in the gut. (not sure if these are accurate, feel free to correct me) This… doesn’t exactly explain my feelings, but they sure do come pretty close. This made me realise certain things about my personality which I never thought about before. I was never the “take it easy” type and these words…somehow remind me to slow down sometimes… (I’m just rambling here atp)

I’ve always, ALWAYS been a nervous wreck, since maybe I was ten? And I’ve always gotten anxious about so many things (whether they’re in my control or not) for so long, that I just thought it was human nature to feel so much, and I thought everyone else was just better at handling it than me. I’ve never thought to label it or even address it, cause it was so ingrained in my unconscious, to know that it isn’t normal.

So, seeing how important it is that bojan is addressing this issue is not only a big deal for Slovenia, it is for me too. Joining this fandom, I see so many of you being so open, so vocal about things I generally would’ve never dreamed of admitting (it also does NOT help, the fact that I’m from an extremely conservative country 🥲)

The first time I ever felt accepted, or seen was here. People in my life till this point, have shared similar opinions with me, but no one actually got to know me, the real me because there was always that disconnect that somehow made me distance myself from them. Obviously this is all online and I don’t know any of you personally, but y’alls sheer honesty just makes me go waaaahhh (the only word I can think of rn)

And I think, the real therapy for me was talking to @da-proti-toku-grem and @paperphilia thank you so much for your kindness and acceptance. It means the world to me 🥹

(especially the fact that @paperphilia you asked me “are you ok?” after seeing my rant about the jance photo shoot. That is something I will not forget for a long long time.

And maca, obviously our long conversations will always have a special place in my heart (love you!)

Huh, okay this is getting too long. Anyways whomever of the baby boos reads this, just thank you so much for being there, a part of the reason why I’m happier now. This song ended up being therapeutic for me, who would’ve foreseen that lol.

[xplrvibes]

what is going on with the fandom today? I really don't understand why everyone is so hateful and angry right now but my god I'm seeing people yelling for SnC to be cancelled or that everyone should leave the fandom. That they're not 'them' anymore and don't care about the fans or the fans opinions and I'm just like 'what is happening?' I feel like that meme with the dude with the pizzas entering a room of chaos right now, LOL

Short answer?

They got girlfriends and didn't run them by the twitter fans for approval first.

That's really what it seems to be boiling down to.

And look, I get that K is kind of annoying... and let me be frank about something, cause I'm in that kind of mood today.

Sam is kind of annoying, too.

He's all about dancing on tables and dressing like a yacht owning frat bro and doing the fucking robot on top of a dj booth. He and her fit well together because they are very similiar in the regard.

So what's the fucking problem? 🤣

As for Colby - the Shea ass kissers need to stop getting involved and riding so hard for a "love" that was a) never official or real, and b) really kind of fucked up and creepy and toxic on her obsessed crazy ass part.

Also, stop acting like Shea isn't the original anti girls-girl who sold out the girls Colby was seen with. Some of y'all forgot what she did to Amber way too easily for my tastes. Nevermind what she did to Stas, Six Flags Girl, Spookybaby, the shit she's been talking about M lately as if she knows her, etc. etc. etc.

But yea, she's the human embodiment of a y/n so let's let him get back with that but not M, cause "fake tits are gross" and "he promised us he wouldn't date a model and here he is with some fake titted prostitue."

ANYWAYS.

Back to K. The "beef" between her and Kat is actually beef between K and Ms Singer, so everyone acting like she is bullying Kat and Sam isn't standing up for her is just creating problems and probably upsetting Kat more than she deserves to be, all in a desperate bid to make sure anyone but Sam takes the heat for anything he's ever done cause why take a steaming dump on the Jesus of youtube when you can blame everything on the town slut Colby and two girls you want out of the picture anyway? Two birds, one stone.

Also, the whole "Oh they never talk to us anymore." I WOULDN'T EITHER 🤣.

Sorry for the outburst...I do truly find this whole thing funny but I have also had a very long and horrid day so I am just in the mood to be grumpy today lol.

[thewritingstar]

Costumed Confessionals

Fictober 2022 Day 1 

Pairing: TwiYor

Fandom: Spy x Family 

Prompt: Costumes 

Note: Hello everyone! I have decided to try my hand at another fictober and force myself to get back into the writing grove. The new season (or season 1 part 2) of Spy x Family came out and it made me realize how much I love Loid and Yor. They are in love and thats it.  

Anyways, Im not following any prompt list but just thinking of my fav ships and then something fall/halloween to write about. If you have any ships or prompts, please feel free to drop them in my ask box as it would help me and I love seeing walls wonderful suggestions. Hope you enjoy! 

Please let me know if you would like to be tagged in fics (I might do an update because its been a while) 

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Loid stood in front of his mirror. The big bow tie was hitting below his chin and he couldn’t decide if it was uncomfortable or not. He was just hoping that it wouldn’t be a problem tonight but he's messed with it so much that he's not sure that his torture training will be enough to combat it. 

The only thing he had left to do was stick on his headband that had the two floppy white ears and then his costume would be complete. He wasn't sure how he got talked into this costume but he knew that Anya must have put the idea into her mothers head...fake mother that it. 

Even though his idea of a classic prince and princess would have been easier, Anya’s desperate pleads left Loid in bright red overalls and a painted on nose to match. 

While he didn’t mind dressing up, his profession certainly put him through it enough, he was worried that it might be too silly for Yor’s event. He remembers the night he walked through the door and Yor was so nervous to ask him to attend her works Halloween ball that the blush on her face was enough to make his heart flutter. 

Of course it was important to keep up appearances but he was looking forward to dancing with her tonight and rubbing in their marriage to her snobby coworkers. 

Plus, the costume that matched with his was enough of a reason to go. 

Loid picked up the ears and plopped them onto his head. While he wasn’t a rabbit himself, he was certain that most of the guests would know that he was Roger Rabbit. 

And with Roger Rabbit came his beautiful wife. 

“Loid, are you almost ready?” He heard Yor’s voice through his door. 

Quickly he grabbed his keys and wallet and opened the door to reveal Yor leaning against the wall casually. 

Loid froze in his tracks. No amount of training could prepare him for the way that he seamless felt for his wife...his fake wife. She was gorgeous. Utterly beautiful and would make everyone at the party gaze at her with desire or envy. 

The long red sequin gown hugged her body in ways he wasn’t even sure was possible. Long purple gloves went up to the crease of her elbows and though she opted to not wear a wig, her long black hair was done up to make her look like the iconic Jessica Rabbit. 

Noticing that Loid had said nothing, Yor got nervous and pushed herself from the wall causing the fabric to spilt and her leg to be exposed by the long slit in the dress. 

“You don’t think its too much?” She asked him and Loid could only stare at her red lips that he wanted to taste so badly. 

“You look stunning.” He uttered and he was certain his cheeks were matching his pants. 

“Oh. Thank you.” She blushed and she couldn’t help the smile as had as she stared at him. “You look good Loid, those ears suit you.” She giggled. 

“You think?” He smirked and took a step towards her and his ears bounced slightly, making her laugh a bit more. “I think that dress suits you wonderfully.” 

Perhaps it was the smell of his cologne or the way that her breathing was becoming stuck in her throat, but she didn’t notice her back connecting with the wall again. 

“I wasn’t too sure if it would look okay.” She said honestly as he put one of his hands above her and leaned closer. 

Loid reached out with his other hand and moved the hair that was covering half of her face so he could look into both of her eyes. He wasn’t sure how he would make it through the night without wanting to stare at her the entire time. 

“You my love, have nothing to worry about. I couldn’t imagine anyone else looking as good as you do.” He wan’t sure where this forwardness was coming from. 

The past few months had proven that no matter how strong he was, she was slowly unraveling him. All he wanted was to be the greatest spy, but in this moment, all he wanted was her. 

Their faces were closer than what she would deem as comfortable but she would be lying to herself if she hadn’t thought about how handsome her husband was. Fake or not, Loid was a good looking man and sometimes she would lie awake at night wondering how she could survive another day by his side without making a fool out of herself. 

They had been husband and wife for some time now and had felt the effects of wanting to grow closer. Every day was a struggle for both of them to keep their emotions down. But right now, it was just them.

He wanted her like the sun wanted the sky. How the ocean meets the horizon. All of her, he wanted. But he wouldn’t, not without her words first. He wouldn’t risk the mission, and his heart unless she was ready. 

She was looking right into his eyes like she did every day. The swirl of blue was breathtaking and she wasn’t sure how the ocean could even rival the color. While his costume wasn’t as “sexy” as hers was, he still managed to make it look good. 

She felt the way he looked at her. She wanted to ignore it and think that the softness he gave her wasn’t actually for her. So if her heart was wrong for longing for him, it wouldn’t hurt. Yet, she couldn’t help herself from wondering what it would be like if they were to get closer. 

Slowly, she reached out and straightened his bowtie. 

“Loid.” She said. 

“Yes?” 

She swallowed and didn’t move her hands from his chest. “Would it be alright if I asked you to kiss me right now?” Maybe if her head wasn’t fuzzy with thoughts of his lips, she would feel embarrassed that she even suggested it. 

Her eyes met his and his breathing stopped. Maybe he didn’t hear her right. Maybe his brain was playing tricks on him because she looked divine in that dress. But those words were true to him.

A smile broke out onto his lips and he took one of her hands and placed a kiss to the top of it. “It would be my pleasure.” 

Loid broke the distance and dropped her hand and opted to cup her waist and pull her closer to him. His lips hovered just above her allowing for her to voice her desire to stop. He didn’t get it. Instead he got a pair of dark eyes blinking up at him through thick lashes and a whisper of “yes”. 

All he knew was that when his lips met hers, time stopped. The world around them melted away leaving them at the center of it. His fingers curled into her skin and he felt her moan against his lips. 

His mind became a haze as her hands found the way to his neck, pulling him closer. Everything he had ever known. Everything he had ever longed for or wanted. It was all right here. 

Their lips moved together as if they were made for one another. And while they had shared a kiss here and there for the sake of appearances, Yor could feel the shift of the cosmos telling her that this was real. 

It felt like eons as they pulled apart, but also, that it didn’t last long enough. Loid rested his forehead against hers and Yor’s eyes were still shut. 

His thumb brushed against her cheek. “Darling, if we don’t leave, we will be late.” 

“Tell me.” Yor’s hand came over the one on her cheek. “Tell me that when I open my eyes, this will be real. That we will be real.” She didn’t want to cry, but she was afraid that tears would spill if she opened her eyes and he was gone. 

“Yor.” His voice was soft. “Open your eyes.” 

She did, slowly. 

Red looked into to blue . His pupils dilated and his lips curved into a smile she would never grow tired of. 

“Even if it was suppose to be fake at the time, my vows have always remained true. Your eyes are open and all I see is my wife, real as could be, gazing at me. So please don’t worry Yor. My heart belongs to you in every way possible.” He said. And he meant every word. 

The tears she tried to keep at bay fell onto her cheeks as she listened to his words. For once she felt like enough. 

“My heart, Loid, it is for you.” She breathed out. “Every day for the rest of time.”

A small beep on his wrist forced him to look at his watch. “As much as I am loving this, and want nothing more than to stay here with you, perhaps we should make it to your party?” 

Yor hummed and nodded. 

Loid took a step back and held out his hand. “Shall we, my wife?” 

Yor giggled as she placed her gloved hand in his. “Of course, my husband.” 

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 Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed it! 

I just want them to look into each others eyes and realize that they are each others worlds. (also this is my second fic of having the costume be Roger and Jessica but we will be ignoring that) 

If you have any ideas/ships/prompts or just want to say hi, I would love that! 

[shattered-sparks]

@ian-loves-fanfiction YOU!! YOU!!! *SHAKES YOU!!* YOU UNDERSTAND AND GET IT!! THE FUN OF RAMBLING ABOUT FNAF MUSIC!! I loved your post so much!! And of course you didn’t bother me at all!! For you I’ll throw my hat into the ring!! Special little fella. You hold a very special place in my memory, Soul. Decorate the room well Please go check out their own List of Fnaf Songs, they deserve it Long ramble ahead about Fnaf Music since I’m a veteran of the Series

Going to try and give each Game 5 at most songs since I know a lot of em, I have a fnaf Spotify playlist created just for fnaf songs since I couldn’t find any long playlists that had more than 30-50 songs. If you want the link to it let me know! If anyone else posts a list I’d love to read em. Seeing recommendations for songs, especially fnaf, is always a joy for me! And maybe I can find some artists I never seen before! Anyways, time to spread some love and joy Five Nights At Freddys

Number one FNAF 1 song I always turn to is Open up by Muse of Discord. God Muse’s fnaf songs are so underrated. I know they stopped making fnaf songs and even hidden the original videos due to the early fandom but god if they ever make new ones I’ll hold em so hard. I actually have listened to this song so much that I know all the lyrics to it

Second one, The Original Living tombstone Fnaf song. Gotta tip my hat towards the original, it’s always a bop (Point goes to Trickywi’s cover of said song. Her vocals are always wonderful)

3rd,  Welcome to Freddy's. Another classic. I can’t leave this one out. It has all the qualities of the original fandom, the audios with the characters talking n such. Those will always hold a special place in my heart. It sucks that feel was lost as the fandom and games grew. 

Number 4. Another one that I feel is under rated,  Is it something out there? Like Museofdiscord I believe this song was lost to time. The soft spoken Lyrics fit perfectly

5.  SharaX, Lockdown. Shara’s remixes are always a treat to listen to. And was this song another wonderful addition to their lineup.  (I’m upset that most of the songs here aren’t on Spotify. Can you tell I’ve been around for a long time yet?)

Five Nights At Freddys 2

1.  Mechanical Instinct, Another fnaf song that I know by heart. Other than Open up this is on my top 5 most favorite fnaf songs. It’s also what led me to finding a band that I adore the music of, Aviators! I highly recommend listening to it if you haven’t yet or need a reminder. 

2. Back again by groundbreaking. What did happen to groundbreaking? I haven’t heard of anything from them in years, I hope they’re well cause they took over fnaf 2 era. (Shout out to their other fnaf songs like the mangle)

3.  Sayonara Maxwell, Five Nights At Freddy's 2 song. Fun little fact, little kid me thought that this song in some parts wasn’t sung in English when it actually is. Regardless another fnaf song that I adore, showcasing the stress of how many animatronics you have to deal with in fnaf 2

4.  "The Puppet" by GatoPaint, another song artist I haven’t heard anything from in years. I hope they’re doing just as well! Although it was later on disproven it doesn’t push away how fucking hard this song goes. 

5. No more by giveheart records (Natewantstobattle). What did you think I would say Mangled? Although that one is a classic I gotta give my love to another song.  (I’m slowly starting to realize that I have a taste as I go and write down this list. Anyways I’m still upset that we didn’t get the plush looks from this game)

Five Nights At Freddys 3

1.   Our Little Horror Story by Aviators, I’m sorry that I am very very biased. 

2.  Before by  Shadrow. Another fnaf song, along with the next one, got lost to time. Time to unbury them for encore! (I am running out of things to say that I haven’t already)

3. Springtrap by  Madame Macabre. Welcome back on the list!

4. It’s time to die by DAGames. A classic

5. Springtrap Finale by groundbreaking. I belive this is the last time they’re going to be on this list since they kinda fell off in fandom spaces that I was apart of

Five Nights At Freddys 4

1.  Home by natewantstobattle. This songs hits and is close to home for me and my friends. Its’ very special to us so I have to give it the top spot. Me and my friend 2D greatly relate to it and it’d be a crime if it wasn’t number 1. 

2. Too far by ChaoticCanineCulture

3. Break my mind by DAGames

4. I got no time by thelivingtombstone (I wonder how many are upset at me for not putting it’s been so long in the fnaf 2 cat)

5. Dear brother by DAGames. Everyone please rise for the FNAF 4 anthem. Fun fact I cried when this song first came out, I feel old

Fnaf world

hahayouguysthought

I can’t leave out I will not be moved from this list, that would be a big shame on me. 

Fnaf Sister location

aaaaaa the game that made me take a break from the series by how much I disliked it, oh boy

1. Left behind by DAGames. Nah cause I cannot leave out the song that predicted the entire story of Sister Location. Predicted it with such a banger 

2. At sister location by Chi-Chi

3. How to pretend by Luka and Gumi

4. JT Music, Join us for a bite

(I don’t like a lot of songs for sister location as it’s my least favorite game in the series, I am sorry. I would put in Mandopony to make it 5 but he’s a terrible fucking person and although I disconect art from the artist no everyone can do so. Don’t fucking support him btw! If I would put another one it would be Alive by Aviators, Under rated as hell) 

Fnaf Pizza Simulator

1. Like it or not by CG5 and Dawko

2. Children’s destiny by SayMaxWell. Another under rated Gem

3. Kryfuze You can’t prove anything

4. Labyrinth by CG5

5. Madness by Natewantstobattle 

Fnaf VR Help Wanted

1. Parasite by DAGames, I’m biased once again

2. Encryption by Kyle Allen Music

3. Hala CG Escape Under rated

4. APAngryPiggy Outside your window

5. You’re back By Kyle Allen Music

Fnaf UCN

1. Make your move by Dawko and CG5

2. Again by Nightcove the fox

3. After hours by JT Music

4. The Ultimate Fright by  DHeusta

5. Replay your nightmare by TryhardNija

Fnaf Security Breach

1. This comes from inside by TheLivingTombstone. No because this was such a much needed song for the time that FNAF was in. And for that it sits at number 1 for me

2. Lights on by Kyle Allen Music. I’m sorry, I’m a dirty simp. Please don’t forgive me, I’ll do it again

3. KittenSneeze already dead

4.  Rockit Music Total Insecurity 

5. Kyle Allen Music Mega Pizzaplex. No listen, this song perfectly recreates that feelings of the plex during the day and I adore it for that. 

Bonus list since I want to include these as well

The last Album of FNAF Songs Nate released. Those hit so close to my heart, please give them a listen, not only that but make sure to listen to Leave me behind. It deserves love and how it spreads the message of how Nate feels on Fnaf. Give Nate one last encore for his time in the fandom. 

Knives, Gears, and Wires. Autism, that’s it, that’s the note

Any of the fazbear frights songs, my favorite would be Kyle’s Into the pit. 

The fnaf rap mashup since I enjoy the mashup the most.

Silver eyes by allen hoek. Another Under rated Gem, it has nothing to do with the books but it’s still a wonderfully created song

This is the dayshift. It’s silly and fun, just like the game!

Memory by Rockit, it’s a Joy of creation song

Halloween at freddys, it’s a classic (The original btw)

Afton Family, original and remixes

[nacaharachuya]

Okay so i realised im a fucking idiot and that i’ve been sending you shit through “?” And i have no idea where those messages go through so whoopdy doo ig but in my defence i wasnt able to send anything any other way bc.. uhh.. yeah my email wasn’t confirmed n all that. Im telling u man i’m a whole ass boomer rn🤦‍♀️ can’t even remember how to send an ask smh.

Anyways i only now finished reading svs because i’ve been putting it off in favour of reading different fics (works from other fandoms and… ooc soukoku fics. Listen i hate mischaracterisation as much as the next guy but i find them very entertaining okay) and AAAUURGGHH WHAT A BANGER. The way you write is immaculate if svs was a food it’d have a savoury taste like i’d be liking my fingers n shit. I found out about it when you posted on twitter you updated it (it was the smut chapter, by the way) and i was like “huh” and decided to read it and my god am i glad I didn’t skip over that tweet.

Idk if this was on purpose or not but verlaine is kinda cringefail in your fic and i love it. I am a firm believer that as badass as verlaine is he is undeniably embarrassing and i need MORE of that.

My one criticism for svs is that we needed more adam scenes. He should have been added like really, unnecessarily early on in the fic and act as a third wheel in the fic. But like a third wheel soukoku did not want or ask for but he’s just kinda there they can’t really get rid of him. Chuuya and dazai in their divorce arc arguing and adam is in the background thinking “i could crack a really funny joke from this” (on that note i added the lines “Adam’s blabbering makes more sense now, so they act as if nothing has happened. “When I lift this veil, you will seal the deal with a kiss.” He can’t stop himself from laughing, “I hope you enjoyed that joke too.” “We didn’t,” Verlaine says from across the shrine. “Paul be quiet.”” In my “collection of fanfic lines I chuckled at” in my notes. He’s so silly i love him. I love how he laughs at his own jokes he just like me fr.)

Anyways here are like two extra svs doodles. I keep thinking about how you said that chuu can fluctuate between genders (literally) and its so… zamn.

And reading the scene where verlaine is brushing chuuya’s hair inspired me to draw this

I have no idea how long chuuya’s hair is supposed to be like idk if it’s “yeah his hair is a little longer than it is in canon haha” or “yeah mf got some LONG ass hair looking like rapunzel”. Also I don’t remember if his lil ribbon was red or blue but.. i jus went with blue and i didn’t know if the pearls were supposed to be like on his head or woven into his braid so i just went with the latter. And again ALSO i know he was barefoot but i’m not drawing his fucking dogs okay.

This ask is long as hell never let me talk again LMAO

Currently looking at a detail i forgot in the drawing… not pointing it out in hopes you don’t notice it either smh but GOD DAMMIT 🤬🤬🤬

DAWG I OPENED THIS YESTERDAY IN SHOCK IA M ALWAYS BLOWN AWAY BY YOUR ASKS AND ART IT MAKES ME FEEL SO LOVED AND SO CRAZY LIKE!?!?! I'M SO GLAD YOU LOVED IT ENOUGH TO MAKE ART I SAVE IT AND LOOK AT IT CONSTANTLY ;_; IM LIKE.....

AND ALSO THANK YOU. I need svs criticism and ur right I should have introduced more characters earlier I just got carried away with skk because...IDK BUT ADAM WAS MY SAVING GRACEE. He was so silly I wanted to add him sooner but I was like wait....no... BUT HE IS IN THE SEQUEL!!! DW!!! His silly ass is there and he's cracking them jokes and Verlaine is like o_o. THE ADAM LINES WERE SO FUN TOO CAUSE HE'S NOT CRINGE HE'S JUST....HIM.

Verlaine is cringe-fail on purpose tho and I'm glad you saw that because I see him as an incredibly pathetic person who can't do normal human things. He would like bite open a metal can or rip it open with his hands because he doesn't know what a can opener is. He is that type of guy.

The art is just immaculate bro like straight-up BEAUTIFUL. Chuuya's literal genderfluidity is something I'm glad people like cause when I imagine divinity I think of someone not bound by sex or gender and whatnot plus I just don't think he'd give a fart. so like....world's most wonderful tits...but he's shorter.

THE WEDDING OUTFIT IS SENDING ME TO THE GRAVE THO LIKE. IT"S PERFECT AND IDK WHAT DETAIL YOU MISSED CAUSE I FORGET EVERYTHING BUT BUT BUT BUT BUT I"M. THE HAIR LENGTH I DIDN"T SPECIFIY !!! He looks so *crying emoji cause I don't have my phone* you don't have to draw his toes I just think barefoot chuu running up the stairs to meet dazai is very him. perseverance.

BOYCACA WHAT IS YOUR TWT LET ME FOLLOW YOU AND BOTHER YOU THERE AND SPREAD THE BOYCACA AGENDA

[taki118]

SuyaLight Master Post Part 15

I really like these two there’s not a lot of content for the fandom as a whole soooo here’s my submission as I get every moment of these two royals who literally share a braincell (and I love them for it) First up this is just on the manga if you are anime only its going to have stuff you havent seen, yes even with what the anime covers (so read it) and there will be spoilers so beware. If you prefer Demon Monk/Cleric/Leo (which I don’t really get) I am sorry this isnt for you. Lets go! Part 1 is here Part 2 is here Part 3 is here Part 4 is here Part 5 is here Part 6 is here Part 7 is here Part 8 is here Part 8.5 is here Part 9 is here Part 10 is here Part 11 is here Part 12 is here Part 13 is here Part 14 is here

Because he overused his second form Twilight is now in a childs body and two people are very interested in this

WHich Twlight is aware of.

He assumes his dad is disappointed in him, really he just wants to catch up on time lost, and that Suya has some sort of cruel plan, really she just wants to see two cute kids play.

So Twilight keeps running from the pair

So this just keeps happening

In the end Suya gets what she wanted.

A demon teddy has gone missing and is freaking out as she does, and Twilight does see her point.

In the end Twilight finds and returns with the Teddy and this is so cute

Suya joins Twilight in brushing Red.

A Princess Suya body pillow was illegally released and because it's got her on it she wants it but Twilight fears the reversed side will have a lewd image and doesnt want her or anyone else seeing it even though he's curious. It ends up being nothing but....

We continue the Suya has weird tastes arc.

Basically the people who made the Suya pillow made illegal merch for Twilight and Leo and she took it. I don't think she fully understands the implications behind the pillows. (But she does seem to have more Twilight merch) Anyway Leo doesn't like it and subconsciously takes the Twilight merch leaving his. Suya misunderstands the reasoning assuming Leo wanted the Twilight merch for his own use.

Suya has gone into full work mode and Twilight is the only one brave enough to ask why. Turns out a recently returned Incubus looks exactly like her father which tiggered an emotional response. In Suya's mind as long as she knows her fathers working she should be working.

While others think this new busy Suya is a good thing as she'll stay out of trouble Twilight isnt so sure.

As he knows what its like to have a tense relationship with a parent he's worried for her, while everyone else brushes it off.

His suspicions turn out to be true. And things get weird the issue is resolved when she sees the Incubus is nothing like her father despite looking similar.

Suya over hears (and misunderstands) a conversation Twilight is having and she vows to protect him because to her the great and powerful demon king is just and innocent boy

But its really just a sauna (pretty sure she saw him get naked) but Twilight just accepts the tag along

Really Musician just suggested the sauna twilight wasn't aware of to reduce some stress

Again she still thinks its dangerous cause she hasn't realized who he was talking to and she doesn't really understand saunas

After the sauna they rest by a pool

But she still thinks this is some nefarious plot and Twilight is starting to get concerned for her behavior

Its actually pretty sweet how she's so worried for him she's going against her nature.

Twilight confesses that he's also been worried about Suya after seeing her in dad guilt induced work mode.

Twilight goes on a very sweet tangent about how little he understands humans and he has so far to go for his goal and Suya is touched

Suya realizes it was wrong of her to assume Twilight needed her protection as he is a king/leader in his own right. I dunno this chapter was super sweet.

I like to think they had a conversation after leaving the spa about her misunderstanding and use it as an inside joke about visiting the sauna.

[ashthemadwriter-archived]

Hello there

Frist of all, congratulations on 300 followers!

So.. I'm a 5'1 girl, pretty short and tiny, AND I get mad when people tease me about it.

I love fighting and mortal arts like ninjutsu and Kickboxing (I'm pretty good at both)

I'm confident and independent and pretty good at making others calm, I enjoy alcohol, especially red wine, my MBTI type is ISTP-A

I like rock and roll and I play drum and electric guitar

I have a hot-headed, short-tempered and loud side for most people but I also have a soft and gentle side for people I love

I'm pretty loyal and I hate cheating on people, I also love writing stories and poetry

In a relationship, I can be so romantic and soft, I will be loyal and thoughtful(I also like to write poems for them)

Well that's pretty much it! I would love you to find me a match from Bungou stray dogs

Thank you and I wish you a great day~♡

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs

Format: Headcanons

Warnings: None

Word Count: 0.7K

A/n: tysm honey :>💕

My 300 follower event!

I match you with...

Chuuya Nakahara!

Ok girl! when I was reading your info I got really amazed! It was like you were describing Chuuya! It's just crazy how similar you are to him!

Unlike some people who cannot stand a person with a similar attitude/personality as them, Chuuya definitely enjoys being around someone like himself; because he considers people around him as weirdos and though he cares about them a lot, he finds it really hard to deal with them sometimes. So... It's nice to have someone who relates to him in many levels and is very thoughtful and understanding.

People keep commenting on your height? Well, with having someone as annoying as Dazai around who would use literally any information to tease him, He definitely relates to you. He hates it when others keep staring at him, not believing that he's actually a port mafia executive.

But what he secretly likes is that you're shorter than him, even if it's only a little bit. Almost everyone around him are taller than him and he's lowkey bothered by it, so having an s/o shorter than himself is a blessing cause you know how boys like to be taller than their girl and stuff... He will never say that to you though, cause he knows that you don't like talking about your height.

Loves the fact that you're tiny. Wants to hold you up all the time, and make you feel protected while lowkey showing off his ability.

Since you're into martial arts, I bet you'll be in love when you see him actually competing with some guy, only using his strength and what kind of martial arts he knows. How you seen how the man kicks people's ass with that one movement of his? I'm talking about him, beating the shit out of people, only by kicking them, It's true that he uses his ability too, but who cares as long as it's as hot as heck?

Chuuya also loves drinking, and maybe even more than you do. So when he finds out that you're fond of alcohol just like him, his really excited since apart from special occasions, he usually drinks by himself until he passes out; and having someone who would accompany him while drinking is almost like a dream come true. He likes to take you to whine tasting, and buys the best and most expensive wines in the world, only to see your happy reaction when you take the first sip of the drink and marvel its magnificent taste.

Chuuya's mbti type is Estp, so the only difference between you two is that you're introverted and his extroverted. Your independence is really attractive to him and finds it really hot that you're able to take care of yourself despite people around him (Akutagawa). I'm not saying that Akutagawa can't take care of himself, He just doesn't really care about his health state because he believes that he does not have much time left 🚶🏻‍♀️💔.Anyway, he finds youre independence really fetching, though it would be good if you sometimes just sit back and let him take care of his precious girl instead :)

If I've learned one thing from the Maoi cards, it's that he's also interested in rock and roll. He adores how you artisticly play that instrument if you were born to do it, and even though he knows a bit about them, he will ask you to teach him professionally so you can both play together.

People in the mafia are not surprised of you dating at all. I mean, you're both short-tempered, mature, strong, caring, etc. With having this much in common, they were definitely expecting something cheesy going on between you two.

Since you're both so thoughtful and have a soft spot with each other, you bare have an arguement. Of course there are somethings that you might have disagreements on, but theyre never that big that would seriously upset you or affect your feelings for each other.

He despises betrayal as much as you do, and since he's been betrayed by even his closest friends, hes afraid of trusting people too much or getting attached to them. It takes you a while for you to trust and even count on each other and some point; but it was definitely worth waiting, since now you're both sure that the other party is not one for cheating and deserves their time and affection.

Tysm for taking part in my event, and I hope you like the headcanons! &>

[unknownfacelessfanfictions]

Newly Wed

Fandom: Star Trek Deep Space Nine Pairing: Kira Nerys x fem!Reader, Odo x Reader (PLATONIC!!!) Words: 1.9K Warnings: Fluff, maybe a bit angst Summary: Y/N and Kira return from their honeymoon and Y/N feels obligated to report to her best friend Odo. All the good things and maybe the fears too. A/N: Odo is not in love with Kira, he never was. He's just a very good friend in this one. We don't wanna make things awkward

Silently, the doors of the security office slid apart and Y/N crossed the threshold into the room, a wry smile on her face. "Reporting for duty, sir," she smirked. Odo turned, a feigned serious mask on. "Acknowledged. At ease." He leaned forward. "Shouldn't you be showing up by tomorrow, Lieutenant?" She lifted her chin. "I thought I'd just have to see the loving face of my best friend that I've missed so much sooner than tomorrow."

"Is that any way to talk about your commanding officer?" She could see the amusement in his eyes. "No, but I do to my best friend." Apparently Odo couldn't fight his smile any longer, because the corners of his mouth turned upwards, causing her smile to widen as well.

"Oh, come here, "she laughed, spreading her arms as wide as she could. Odo sighed, but stood up anyway to comply with her request. A contented yawn escaped her as she rested her head on his shoulder. "That's nice." Odo only gave a grumpy snort that proved to her that he was as happy to see her as she was to see him. Nevertheless, she noticed very well that he was quite stiff and slowly released the embrace. She knew very well that Odo was not yet very comfortable with physical or social contact and she did not want to invade his comfort zone. The smile and his small nod showed her that she had done the right thing.

"Please, sit down."

"I'm definitely not going to turn down that offer," she laughed and dropped into one of the armchairs. Odo took a seat opposite her, hands folded, resting his head on them. "I certainly hope I'm not interrupting your work. I could come back later if you'd prefer." Y/N knew how much her friend hated to be disturbed in his work. For him, there was hardly anything more important than having his work done conscientiously and perfectly. Odo, however, just shook his head slightly. "Not at all. It is already late in the evening, the station will manage a little without me." He tilted his head slightly. "So, tell me. How was the honeymoon? "

Y/N smiled while at the same time shaking her head in disbelief "Not the way I expected, I can tell you that. Maybe we should have flown somewhere else after all. To Earth, perhaps. Or Risa. I hear Betazed is very pretty this time of year too." She winked at him. "Then perhaps we could have said hello to Lwaxana for you." Odo rolled his eyes and tipped his head back. If he had had a blood system, though, he would most likely have blushed. Giggling, she pointed to the replicator in his office. "May I? The replicator in the shuttle and our quarters didn't work and I'm dying of thirst. I haven't drank anything for the last hours" Odo gestured for her to help herself. "Thank you."

She stood up and walked to the alcove in the wall. "Computer, Y/N Alpha One, 200 millilitres." She had made her own drinks and food list and stored it in the computer, with a little help from Chief O'Brien, since what she normally got from her replicator didn't taste nearly as good.

With glass in hand, she returned and sat down opposite Odo, who eyed her. "So I guess Bajor wasn't so to your satisfaction."

She sighed and took a sip. Instantly the slight scratching she had been feeling for hours now stopped. "I wouldn't put it that way." Odo frowned, obviously confused. "Explain, please." She rubbed her face. "Bajor itself is beautiful. I think the problem was more with Nerys."

Odo sat up straighter. "With Kira?"

"Don't get me wrong," Y/N hastened to add. "I love her to death and marrying her was the best decision I ever made. However, I felt she was trying to get too much out of everyone." Odo now seemed even more confused. "Isn't it the desire of every newly married couple to have a perfect honeymoon?"

"Perhaps. But I had hoped that we would just enjoy our time together. Nerys seemed tense and nervous so often, though, that I'm afraid she didn't enjoy those weeks as much as I did." Her gaze was fixed on the floor, her lips pressed tightly together. All at once, she felt fingertips gently slide under her chin and lift her face. Odo had come around the table and was now squatting in front of her. "What makes you think things would have been better on another planet?"

"Maybe the fact that we would have been further away from Ds9? Nerys checked her padd for messages every hour. Maybe the fact that she got at least three visits from Kai Winn? I honestly don't know." She bit her lower lip. "On the other hand, she looked so amused, pleased and proud when she showed me her home. Like a child showing off her constructions."

"See." smiled Odo, stroking her head before standing up and sitting back down behind his desk, "Not so bad after all." She heaved another sigh. "I never said I personally didn't enjoy the honeymoon. It was wonderful for myself. I learned so much about her culture, her religion and about her life in general. It's just that I felt Nerys had taken on so much that she couldn't enjoy it herself."

Odo nodded slowly. "Do you feel better now? Now that you've talked that off your chest."

"Somewhat, yes." She smiled at him. "Thank you Odo."

"You're welcome. But now," he leaned forward. " I would like to have some details." Y/N laughed. Who would have thought that Odo was such a gossip?

"Well, the first few hours were the most relaxing, I think." She took another sip of her drink. "We had this beautiful house right by the sea and near a small town. It was wonderful, really. However, I noticed that Nerys was getting restless after a few hours, probably because she really needed to stretch her legs, so we went into town because there was a market going on."

She sighed and Odo tapped his chin. "And let me guess, it didn't go well." She laughed. "Yes, it did, actually. Nerys bought me a beautiful traditional Bajoran toga and introduced me to culinary cuisine. However, then a young man, maybe twenty years old at most, thought he had to make a stupid comment." She shook her head. "Nerys didn't think it was funny." Odo chuckled roughly. "I can imagine that. Is there anything left of him?"

"Yes. But she was pissed off. It took all my strength to keep him alive. I can't afford to have my wife arrested on the very first day of our honeymoon." Despite the seriousness of her words, she had to smile. She couldn't help it. The words "my wife" still caused butterflies in her stomach.

"Understandable." Odo snorted in amusement. "I would have hated to invade your honeymoon to take her out of it." Y/N laughed out. "Could you have imagined the conversation between us though? 'Hey Odo, I know we're on our honeymoon, however Kira killed an idiot in the market and I'd need you to bail her out of jail'." As she spoke she kept being interrupted by her own laughter. She was obviously overtired.

Perhaps it was because Odo was already close to his regeneration cycle, however, he gradually joined her laughter until they were both barely able to stay on their feet. Y/N even had tears running down her face and was gasping for breath.

"How did I know you'd go first to Odo- what's going on here?"

Y/N and Odo slowly caught themselves and looked up. Nerys had apparently stepped into the office during their laughter and was now looking at them with a confused smile. "Are you all right?" Y/N tried to suppress a rising laugh. "Yep." However, she then made the mistake of turning back to Odo. As soon as their eyes met, they both burst into unrestrained laughter. Y/N had to cling to the table to keep from falling over.

"Okay?" Nerys pointed to the door. "I'll just go then, shall I?"

"No, honey, wait!" panted Y/N, trying to calm herself with even breaths. "I- I'll come with you." Still giggling, she turned back to Odo, who was also slowly getting his laughter under control. "We- We'll talk more tomorrow, yes?" Odo simply waved, gesturing for her to finally leave. "See you tomorrow."

With that she grabbed her wife's hand, oh how she loved saying that, and led her over to the promenade deck to the turbolifts, still giggling.

"Level 11," Nerys ordered, leaning against the wall in amusement. "I don't know what you did, but I don't think I've ever seen Odo laugh so hard."

Y/N grinned broadly. "I have a natural talent for making people laugh." Nerys laughed out. "Of course."

"Ha, see!" She pointed at the Bajoran. "You laughed."

" Shut up," Nerys muttered, pulling her close by the waist and pressing her lips to her wife's. This successfully silenced her, even when they disengaged she only had a dreamy smile on her face. The turbolift stopped. Nerys gestured her arm towards the door. "After you, dearest."

~**~

Sighing, Y/N crawled under the covers of their bed and snuggled into her pillow. "I'm so tired, I probably could have even slept in Odo's bucket." Nerys laughed out and slipped under her own blanket. "And I'm sure he would have let you do that."

"He loves me," she murmured sleepily and Nerys pulled her close to press a soft kiss to her temple. "Not as much as I love you," she whispered before wrapping her arms around Y/N's waist and pulling her close, sighing contentedly. There was silence for a few moments, but Y/N couldn't hold it in any longer.

"Nerys?" A soft "Mhhh," was the reply. "Did you enjoy our honeymoon?" Silence. Then the rustling of duvets was heard and Nerys had sat up, leaning on her elbows and looking at her anxiously. "But of course. You didn't, did you?"

"No! No! I've enjoyed it very much. It's just-" She bit her lip. It was stupid, why had she had to bring it up? "You always seemed so tense and nervous and worried about Deep Space Nine. I was afraid you didn't like it."

"Oh," Nerys gave out, sitting up properly to take her face in her hands. "Oh darling, why didn't you say that before? I could have saved you all that worry." Sighing, she pulled her closer. "Of course I enjoyed our honeymoon. I was able to devote two weeks to just us, of course I enjoyed it. It's just- I'm not used to doing nothing for two straight weeks. I grew up during the occupation, so we didn't really have time for that. But I really enjoyed it. And I'm sorry I made you feel like I didn't." She kissed her tenderly. "How can I make it up to you."

A sly smile spread across Y/N's lips. "Dinner tomorrow night in our quarters followed by a bath together." Nerys laughed and kissed her again. "How about I add a massage on top?" Y/N began to beam and dropped into bed, pulling Nerys with her. " Nothing I'd like better than that."

They stared lovingly into each other's eyes for a while before Nerys grasped the intiative and leaned forward to kiss her softly again.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

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Rereading this and. Ouaghhhhhh

Angeco doesn't realize how he gives in his own way, and he's just so. Determined to make his brobet happy

AND HOW WISP CHECKS UP ON HIM?!!! He's so loving and protective...

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