#book three lets goooo

[hot-mess-choices]

I’m ready to get hurt again!!

[girlinthebrightbluejeans]

Going to Portland for a conference this week and I’m sooo pumped to go record shopping.

[bisexual-horror-fan]

Do-Over-December 11th. Billy Loomis X Stu Macher X FEM! AFAB! Reader. Candy Cane. Poly!Ghostface. "Candied Glass."

Hello, hello, hello! We are back on track and tryna stick to it! Poly!Ghostface Christmas fuckery! I hope you all enjoy this and missed this as much as I have! Onwards with re-doing Kinky December! Not much else to say but let's goooo-

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Rating. Explict. Length. 2.7K (Old Length. 2.4K.) Warnings. Light Holiday Fluff. Masturbation. Sex Toys. Dirty Talk. Exhibitionism. Light Tempature Play. Impatiant Boys. Cunnilingus. Dirty Pictures.

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It’s mid-December and the holiday break is about to be upon the college campus you attended. It was your first winter break with your boyfriends Billy and Stu, you had gotten together with them last spring and things had honestly been going pretty good.

Okay, okay, better than pretty good, it’s been amazing. Billy and Stu had already been together prior to you coming into the picture. You all started off as friends, and you’d developed a serious crush on them, but you didn’t do anything about it, scared to make any kind of move because they were already with each other.

It had all the hallmarks of an all consuming crush, musing and daydreaming about what could be, desperate to spend any time you could with them. Said extreme longing was not helped by the fact that they returned those lingering looks and fleeting touches that had you questioning if they were into you too, but you pushed those feelings down. 

You seriously tried not to look too deeply into it when they were nice, like when Stu offered to buy your textbook for a class you needed. You had protested, but Stu gave you a shrug and a wink as he pulled his wallet out of his back pocket, saying, “Don’t worry about it.”

Or when Billy remembered your coffee order and brought you one to your shared class one morning when he knew you had a rough late night the day before trying to finish an essay. It went on like that for a couple of months but one night after a party, the three of you were hanging out in their apartment, all still kinda drunk and sitting around, a quiet moment broken when Stu spoke up, “You know we are into polyamory right?”

And just like that, the rest was history. You started dating them, and it had been pretty fucking great thus far. With the break about to kick off it meant some time apart, you’d met them at school and were from a different town than them, you all have plans to return to your respective families for the holidays. 

You wished you three could have spent it together, but it wasn’t possible with how far away your hometown was away from theirs. So instead, the three of you were having a small celebration, to do your gift exchange before the real holidays hit.

You three had all night to spend together, and so far you had watched a couple of movies, had some dinner and were currently deep in opening gifts. You were college students and set a budget but Stu, with all of his parent's money at his disposal, he totally went over the limit to spoil Billy and you. Mostly you because Billy had already had the talk numerous times throughout their friendship/relationship to quote- “Fucking knock it off, man.”

So Stu still did spoil him, but not as much as he used to. 

Spoiling you was new and exciting and fun. He loved how flustered you got, unused to such attention. He had gotten you a new coat you had been looking at but deemed too expensive previously you were going to stick it out, but Stu said fuck that, it’s winter, you deserve a good coat. Stu also got you the newest book in a series you enjoyed, and some new headphones and a few other things. Billy had gotten you one of those giant three wick candles in one of your favourite scents and a sweater that he admitted Stu helped pick out, but he bought. 

You loved all of it. 

You had pulled the sweater on and were just thinking about getting the dessert you had made for the three of you to share when Stu pulled out another gift, and you rolled your eyes as you chided him, tone flat, “Stu. Another?”

“Last one! I promise!” He said, holding one hand up as the other held onto the gift. Billy looked over and smirked, pointing at the package as he asked, “Oh, that’s it, isn’t it?”

Stu’s smile widened, and he wiggled his eyebrows in that way that made you snicker as he replied to Billy, “You know it!”

He handed you the package, and you placed it in your lap as you inquired, “Billy in on this one?”

“To be fair, I was in on all of them.” Of course, they conspired against you, but to be fair, you did the exact same thing, telling Billy what you got for Stu and vice versa. You just wanted to make sure you didn’t get the same thing and make sure your gifts were good enough. 

“Why am I not surprised?” You finally set to open the present, tearing at the paper apart, letting the shreds fall onto the hardwood floor with the rest, the torn wrapping was about ankle deep around the couch where the three of you were sitting. 

You opened the box and couldn’t help but laugh. “Are you serious?”

See, you had wanted something like this. You had never owned any sex toys previously and had expressed interest in getting some now that you were out of your parent's house and away at college you wouldn’t have to worry about them finding them, and you had the privacy and space to use them comfortably. It was a very thoughtful gift, but you weren’t expecting this to be what he went with. 

You reached into the box and lifted out the toy and held it up. It is a glass dildo, smooth and weighty and in the shape of a candy cane, and striped like one to boot. Billy was laughing a little behind his hand, and Stu managed to hold back his laughter, but only barely. Stu hit Billy on the leg, and he nodded once before clearing his throat and putting on a more serious look as he asked, tone surprisingly even, “What, you don’t like it, baby?”

They shared a look, and you smirked and turned it over in your hands, and Stu said, “Yeah. It’s appropriate, don’t you think?”

You nodded with your lips pursed and looked Stu in the eyes as you said in your own serious tone, “I’ll give you this much, Stu.” You pointed at him with the end of the dildo as you finished your thought, “-It’s very festive.”

That did it, and the three of you broke down laughing. You laughed too much and too long, but when you all stopped you were in the middle of your boys, throwing an arm around each of their shoulders and hugging them, “Thank you for the gifts, boys. I love them.”

The rest of the night continued on, the boys loved their gifts just as much, dessert was shared, and you all talked about what your plans over the holidays were. You were going to miss them so much, and they were going to miss you too, but you were still planning on spending the night tonight, then going off back home tomorrow. 

You ended up in bed with them, of course. Two weeks apart would be bad enough as it was, you needed to try and get your fill of them tonight. You were sitting on Billy’s lap, his back was to the headboard of the bed, and you were currently in deep and lost making out with him, his hands roaming on your clothed form. You felt the mattress dip behind you, feeling Stu get onto the bed, one of his hands on your hip and his other hand coming up to cup your cheek, “Got started without me?”

And with a hum you pulled back breaking the kiss with Billy and reached back, fingers finding Stu’s short hair and looking up at him,“You were taking so long, it’s not my fault Billy has no patience.” 

Billy rolled his eyes, the action is playful, head tilting back as he says, “C’mon, you see her man, how am I supposed to have her in bed and not do something.”

Stu’s hand under your chin and tilting your head up at a more aggressive angle, “Very true, impossible to resist.” 

Then he was pulling you into a kiss of his own, you kissed him back easily and Billy had leaned forward now, his mouth on your neck and fuck this was the best. Three of you taking turns and hands all over each other, it always heated up so quickly. Sometimes it was hard to keep track of whose hands or mouth were where, but you weren’t about to complain about getting so much attention when it felt this good. 

Fingers started to explore further and breathing was picking up. It felt way too hot for your sweater soon and Billy was helping you take it off and threw it aside, and you started to help him with his shirt, Stu was still pressed to you, and he whispered in your ear, “We got a little something in mind for you baby.”

Stu’s hands were pulling your shirt up, and you let him help you take it off, his hands were on your breasts, groping at you through your bra and you hummed questioningly,

“Mmmhmm?” You hummed questioningly, and he said, “Yeah, somethin’ we want to see you do.”

You were already so turned on that you were down for basically anything, “What is it?”

A look shared between the two of them, and they knew by how you responded that you were in the right mood to be open with them. Stu wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you up a few inches, you let him and assisted, standing up on your knees as Billy took to removing your skirt. Then you were just in your panties and Stu had removed your bra as Billy moved out of the way, and you were put in his place, leaning against the pillows and headboard. Stu had his hands behind his back and after a moment he showed you what he was holding and-

It was that same present as before, you snickered and asked as your gaze ran over the glass candy cane in his hand, and you deadpanned,“Seriously?”

Billy ran his fingers through his hair before moving closer and leaning over you, one of Stu’s hands lands on your thigh, spreading your legs and Billy, much closer to you now, was looking into your eyes as he said, “Seriously. We think it’d be hot to watch you use it on yourself for us.”

Just like that, you were in. You would do just about anything for either of them solo, but having both of them wanting something from you? No way could you say no. 

You nodded once and the toy was placed in your hand and the boys backed off a bit, getting comfortable on the end of the bed, and you settled in. You weren’t sure how to start, you hadn’t used toys before at all, let alone one made of glass. It seemed sturdy, good quality, you turn it over in your hand as you looked at them and bit your bottom lip, they were watching you. As the thought and the situation fully washed over you, this was hot, you were much more into this idea than you thought. You’d done a lot with them, but certainly had not done a dedicated time masturbating in front of them. This was something special, it could be another gift of sorts, a new experience, new memories foraged with them.

Why not put on a show?

You started simply, pressing the toy to your damp panties and sliding it up and down, a slow tease for them and you. Sliding up and down, more pressure, focusing on your clit a bit more with each pass, and it was starting to feel pretty good, hips tilting up more into the cool sensation of the toy. 

All too soon you wanted more, and your fingers hooked in the crotch of your panties, you pulled them aside, bringing the toy down and touching it to your soaked flesh. You weren’t expecting it to be so cold, you shivered a little. 

“That good?” Stu inquired, brows raised and Billy was smirking, arm thrown around Stu’s shoulders, and he asked teasingly, “Yeah? You’re shaking already.”

“ ‘M fine, it’s just cold.” It’s a half lie as you slide the toy up and down a few more times before finally dipping inside yourself and oh-

Oh, fuck.

You didn’t expect that at all.

How good the difference in temperature felt. You were burning hot and the toy being so cold gave such a unique sensation, you slide the toy in as far as it would go, holding onto the hooked end with one hand. It slid in so easily. Another thing you didn’t plan on was how little lube it needed, the glass was so smooth, no ridges, it glides in and out with very minimal effort. 

It was unrelenting as you clenched on it, no give to it at all, that was something you weren’t used to either. Okay you got it, from just a minute of pushing it in and pulling it back out, thrusting back and forth experimentally you understood the appeal. You wouldn’t need to play this up much at all, it felt good, damn good. 

You vocalized it, soft moans crossing your lips, head falling back onto the pillows as you played, thighs spreading wider, you tilted the toy and brushed that spot inside just right and gasped. 

“Ah! Oh, fuc- that’s good.”

You needed your underwear gone, toy leaving you for only a moment, holding it in one hand you arched your hips and the other hand slid down and set to removing your panties, you pulled them off and with a coy smile you tossed them to the boys. Stu caught them, both looked very amused and seemed to be enjoying the show immensely. 

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t enjoying it yourself, ass touching back down on the sheets you slipped the toy back in and resumed a steady pace, eyes rolling back as you did, my God this was fun. Having them watch you, doing this so close to them, finding pleasure in yourself and them enjoying every second of seeing you get off. 

A hand met your ankle, and you looked down to see Billy getting between your legs, “Apparently cold is good.”

Apparently he was still impatient.

You nodded once, a harder thrust, and you moaned again, Billy’s hand slid up your leg and over your thigh and his hand nudged yours. You got the hint, moving your hand away, he leaned in close, his tongue ran over your clit and that your back arched. The cold glass, his hot breath and even hotter mouth around your straining clit, it was so much to handle. He had been paying good attention, he angled the toy just right to hit that sweet spot, and you were unable to stop the loud moan that left your mouth. 

Stu had moved up to be closer to you again, and he was kissing you and one of his hands was on your breasts and teasing one of your nipples and oh my God. You might have been laughing when you first opened up that present and laid your eyes on that toy, but you sure as shit weren’t laughing now. 

The rest of the night was amazing and needed. The three of you, all entangled together, soaking up every second you could because you knew that you wouldn’t have the chance for a while. 

You packed the toy and brought it home, you might have had a round or two on your own and sent the boys a few pictures. 

The one of you in your Christmas sweater and a skirt flipped up, wet pussy on display, face down ass up for the camera while you had one hand sliding the toy in and the fingers of your other on your clit was Billy’s personal favourite. The one you snapped with you in your family living room, late at night after everyone else had gone to bed, in just a robe, fully opened, exposing your naked body, lights from the tree as you laid on the floor in front of it dancing over your body as you used that same toy was Stu’s favourite. 

Only one problem was that now you can’t look at candy canes without getting a bit wet and wanting to squirm while missing your boys. 

Christmas can’t come all the time but thanks to that lovely little gift you certainly were.

[allysunny]

Interlude: Beach Day | Miguel O'Hara x Fem!Reader

Synopsys: What if Shadows to Stars never happened? What if you and Miguel led the blissful, romantic, domestic life the both of you have always wanted? And what if you all went out for a nice beach day?

Or

In which I had a stroke of inspiration to finally write something happy for this man, as opposed to all of the angst that plagues my mind whenever I think of Miggy!

Words: 4.4k

Warnings: Tooth-rotting fluff! That's about it, it's happy, it's kind of short, it's sweet and it's not angsty at all, which is a first for me. Spanish translations are at the end! Also, again, as with all of my fics, I tried to make this as inclusive as I could, so other than the fact that reader is a woman, there's no big descriptions. Hopefully I captured that well!

A/N: Hey everyone! I'm back from my vacation! I'm actually on my way to another, ahaha, but I really needed to write this - hell, I missed writing sooo much! Anyways, this is a sort of "what if" to STS. It's not a sequel, it's not a part 2, it's simply a "what if this was a happy oneshot instead of an angst-filled, heart-wrenching, tear-inducing one? What if everyone was happy?" kind of deal. I quite like how it turned out, and I hope you guys will like it too! Hopefully I'll be able to write something else before I leave again.

Also, this is a reupload because yesterday I posted the wrong, unfinished version of the story. I apologize for that, I promise to be more careful in the future!

“Beach day! Beach day! Beach day!” Gabriel chanted happily as you undid his seatbelt and removed him from his chair. Your son was quick to put a (Spiderman themed, thank you very much) hat on top of his head and grin at you, tiny legs eager to touch the floor and feel the sand through his flip-flops.

“Honey, watch out for the cars, c’mere.” You told him, and since he was far too happy to complain, he followed your lead, now safe from the harm of the road and careless drivers. 

“Beach day! Let’s go, let’s go, let’s goooo!” He jumped up and down, pointing towards the very visible horizon line.

Miguel could only help but chuckle. It was the first time this year you three were going to the beach, and Gabriel hadn’t stopped once minute ever since you told him to pick out new swimming trunks – he’d picked a very cute red and blue pair, tiny Spiderman masks adorning it. Gabriel was quite the Spiderman fan, which only made Miguel smile further.

While you carried a bag with food, Miguel carried a backpack with some essentials – sunscreen, your book, his newspaper, etc. It would be nice to get some alone time with his family, finally away from the responsibilities of the Spider Society, and the wary eyes of the Nueva York Police Department.

He was also eager to finally see you trying out that cute bikini you had taunted in front of him once or twice. He’d never seen you wearing it, but from the smile he saw you with when you got home that day and told him you had done the purchase of the year, he could tell it was going to be worth it. With his free arm, he slung one of the two beach umbrellas over his shoulder, and handed you the other. Gabriel was carrying a small backpack full of toys, and the sight of you three could only be described as precious. A beautiful family, all wearing the most beautiful smiles, ready for a fun beach day.

You were looking forward to every single bit of it!

“Mama, please, please, pleeeease, can I go in the water now?” Gabriel gave you his most adorable look – the biggest puppy dog eyes the world had ever seen, brown and bright and well, were you not his mother, and used to it, all his tricks would still work on you. As well as your husband’s, of course. But that didn’t mean your sweet boys did not keep on trying.

You sighed, and Miguel chuckled. What were you expecting? Your four-year-old son to sit still, waiting diligently for the moment you would finally tell him it’s okay to race to the water?

Squeezing a good portion of sunscreen into your hand, you smiled.

“Sunscreen first, alright?” You then proceeded to apply it all over his body, which proved to be a very difficult task, since the little boy in front of you kept jumping up and down, babbling on about all of the cool things he’d do once he was in the water, like swimming wish fish and meeting a mermaid, and then talking about the cool castles he’d build once on the sand. You watched him in complete awe and adoration, nudging him softly so you could apply some of the cream on his face.

“Alright, alright, now close your eyes.”

Gabriel did as he was told, giggling uncontrollably.

“I look like a snowman!” He exclaimed before you bopped his nose, smearing sunscreen all over it.

“You’re everything but a snowman my love, a snowman would melt, and you aren’t going anywhere.” You were rewarded with a smile and a big, tight hug from your son.

Miguel, who had been setting up the umbrellas, looked over at you and your excitable son. He could tell you were trying your best not to cave in, but it was just so hard when Gabriel got happy like this.

“Come on chaparrito, vámonos. I’ll take you to the water.” He said, taking off his sunglasses and glancing at you. When you opened your mouth in protest (going on about how he had to put on sunscreen first), he kept speaking. “Relax, I’ll do it when I get back. Are you sure you wanna deny this little guy of his water for much longer?”

When you turned to face Gabriel, you were met with his big shiny eyes and an adorable pout. Placing a kiss on his head, you smiled and gestured towards the water.

“Fine. But be careful, you two! I’ll organise things in here and meet you guys soon, ‘s that okay?”

Gabriel nodded happily and you turned around to organise your things – missing how your husband took off his shirt and placed it on top of his backpack. Miguel placed a kiss on your head and took your son by the hand, taking him to the water.

While this happened, you got to work.

You set the towels down next to each other, unfolded Miguel’s chair, applied some sunscreen on your face and arms, and checked everything inside the food backpack. You also decided to enjoy the few moments of peace Miguel had granted you and do some reading. There was no wind, so there was no sand to fly around and bother you. Today really did seem like the perfect beach day.

Within a few seconds, laughter could be heard coming your way, and a smile formed on your lips – you would always recognise this voice, no matter what.

“Mama! Mama! Mama, the water is fantastic!” You placed your book down and turned around to face Gabriel, whose hair was all stuck to his face, and whose smile seemed to grow as each second went by. “There were waves and Papa helped me jump over them!”

You chuckled and nodded along as Gabriel told you about all the nice things he saw. Like the family with the cute dog, or the girl whose brother picked up and threw in the water as a prank, or the group of friends that were playing volleyball – everything seemed to fascinate your little boy and you loved how enthusiastic he was.

The beach did seem to be very alive, crowded with all kinds of people. Families of all shapes and sizes took their children for a swim, friends cheered and laughed with cold beers, gymnasts showed off their backflip skills or their flexibility, and many, many others. It’s like the beach had a life of its own.

The sun was shining, and the sky was clear – it was the perfect summer day, with nothing but the sound of the waves, some seagulls, and all kinds of laughter filling your ears.

And then, it was as if all of the air got sucked out from your lungs.

The whole world seemed to move in slow motion – or was it just him? – as Miguel came out of the water, his hair dripping and making him look sinfully attractive, his figure tall and strong and broad, all strong cheekbones and veiny hands and wide back and large shoulders that you nipped and held onto while he sank himself inside of you again and again deep at night –

“Mama? Mamaaa? Mama, can you hear me?” Gabriel’s voice pulled you away from your thoughts, and your cheeks went hot when you realised what kind of images you were conjuring in your mind in such a public space. You looked away, slapping yourself mentally, which your husband seemed to notice as he approached you.

Goodness, he looked irresistibly handsome – and much to your dismay, you weren’t the only one who thought that. People around you – mostly indiscreet women who thought their sunglasses would disguise them – were gawking at Miguel, some going as far as to shamelessly open their mouths in awe and giggle.

It made you upset that people were openly staring, but all those thoughts went away once Miguel sat down on the towel closest to you and kissed your cheek.

“You look flustered, cariño. Is everything alright?” He teased, lips brushing softly against your ear, sending a full-body shiver down your spine. Miguel loved how easily he could get reactions out of you, how easily he made you squirm with only his words.

“Yeah, everything’s perfect,” You replied unable to meet his eye. When you looked away, you notice two women walking by, gawking at your husband, and giggling behind their sunglasses. You frown and turn to Miguel, covering him with the shirt he folded earlier.

“What’re you doing?” He asked, confusion on his face.

“Covering you up. You are far too handsome for your own good, everyone’s staring! I gotta lock you up for good so no one else will look at you.” You mumbled, faking a pout. Well, almost faked a pout. Miguel was good-looking. Terribly so. He got stared and gawked at on the street all the time. Women stopped to swoon when they looked at him, men wished they had his physique.

So, it wasn’t a surprise that oftentimes, you felt negative about yourself. What if you simply weren’t a match for his looks? What if he stopped finding you attractive? You had a son and your body had changed – and while you loved the changes motherhood had brought you, and you loved yourself and your body (just like Miguel, who spends every waking moment reminding you of how gorgeous you are, inside and out), you’re only human – and humans are bound to have sad thoughts sometimes.

Miguel laughed heartily, pulling you close to him by the hip. His fingers trailed along your leg as he placed soft kisses on your nose, cheeks, and finally your lips.

“No les hagas caso.” He murmured, lips still against yours, “Mis ojos solo te ven a ti.”

Warmth flooded your heart, and you were just about to reply, when your son interrupted.

“Nooo, Mama, Papa, stop kissing!” Having said this, he wrapped his arms around Miguel’s neck, clinging to his back. Miguel stood up, holding onto Gabriel’s legs so he wouldn’t fall, and pretended to shake him off his back.

“Oh no! I’m being attacked by the Gabriel-Man!” He shrieked, pretending to scream in pain. “The Gabriel-Man is kidnapping me! Mi amor, help me! He’s going to take me away!”

You laughed, heart swelling at the sight of your loving husband and your child playing together. Gabriel was playfully hitting his fists on his dad’s shoulders, attempting to “defeat him”.

“Don’t worry Mama! I’ll save you from the kissing monster!” He said bravely.

“Oh, my brave Gabriel-Man, always so thoughtful!” How could you not play along? You placed the back of your hand on your forehead for a dramatic effect and leaned back as if about to faint. “The kissing monster was going to kiss the life out of me! What would I do without you?”

This earns a gasp from Miguel.

“Qué?” He grumbles, putting Gabriel down and making his way towards you. “How dare you imply such things! I will steal you for myself now!”

“Noooo Mama! Be careful!” Gabriel yelled, pulling your arm, hoping you’d follow him.

But it was too late – within seconds, Miguel had picked you up and thrown you over his shoulder despite your protests. You giggled and giggled, playfully punching his back, and begging him not to do what he was about to, but to no avail.

It didn’t take a scientist like Miguel to figure out what he was up to.

“Alright, alright, I take it back!” You tried pleading with your husband as he approached the water, but he seemed hellbent on his mission. “You weren’t going to kiss the life out of me! Gabriel-Man, you’ve gotta help me!”

“Noo! Mama, I’ll save you!” But for all the trying your little boy did, he couldn’t stop Miguel, nor could he help you down. After a while of pointless pushing and pulling, he stepped to the side and watched with a wide grin how the water touched your feet with each wave, and laughed loudly when Miguel dived, taking you down with him.

He let go of you, and upon resurfacing, you giggled and gasped in faux betrayal, throwing your arms around Miguel’s shoulders like Gabriel had done.

“How dare you!” You yelled, trying to push his head under the water but failing miserably. Gabriel looked at the both of you expectantly, and you quickly walked over to your son to include him on the family fun. He couldn’t swim yet, so you settled for picking him up and bringing him near Miguel, where the water was at the level of your hips and could do no real harm to Gabriel.

“It seems the kissing monster has won, wouldn’t you say?” Miguel inquired, raising an eyebrow.

“I’m sorry Mama, but he’s too strong!” Gabriel wailed, holding tightly onto you. It was only when he did that, that you realised Miguel had brought you to the water while you were still wearing your beach dress. You looked at it and then at your husband, chuckling and shaking your head.

“It’s okay my love, don’t you worry. This monster’s not so bad after all. Although he did get my dress all wet!” You replied, eyeing your husband.

He just shrugged, as if a soaked dress was the least of his worries – which it technically was.

“Should’ve taken it off, princesa, not my fault.” Miguel splashed some more water on you, which just made Gabriel get even more overprotective – he wrapped his tiny arms around your neck, covering your face with his, and swearing he wouldn’t “let Papa bother you anymore”.

All you could do was smile.

“Don’t worry, Papa never bothers me.”

After a while of splishing and splashing around, you placed Gabriel on the floor, and with him holding your hand, started walking out of the ocean.

As soon as your feet were the only thing it could touch, you took off your soaked dress, earning a whistle from your husband.

“Mierda…” He mumbled under his breath, somewhat imperceptibly, before running a hand through his hair. You looked ravishing. That bikini did wonders for your figure, hugging your body in the perfect way, accentuating the shape of your breasts and panties gracefully flattering on the natural shape of your hips.

And the colour – holy shock, the colour rested against your skin tone, complementing it perfectly. Miguel had to say – you knew exactly what you were doing when you bought that bikini.

He slowly approached you, a sort of low groan erupting in his chest, and that’s when he looked around and found at least a dozen of people staring at you. Men raising their eyebrows comically, licking their lips, women’s jaws opening and closing, unable to form a single sentence.

In that moment, Miguel knew the very thought that was running through all their minds: “Fuck. What a woman.”

He himself felt his swimming shorts too confining for a few moments – Miguel could swear the fabric was tightening around him, but the public beach was not the time nor place to have such filthy thoughts about you. Not when he had to make sure everyone around you knew exactly just who you belonged to.

While you happily made sure your son wouldn’t go too far in the water, Miguel approached you from behind and encircled your waist with his arms, bringing you closer.

“Te ves deliciosa.” He whispered, lips pressing against your cheek, the shell of your ear, your neck. “¿Todo esto es para mí?” To prove his point, he tugged at the straps of your bikini, which filled you with confidence.

Just a few minutes before you were feeling self-conscious, wondering if your handsome husband would perhaps not find you attractive anymore once he looked around himself and saw what other people had to offer – and here we was, almost salivating at the sight of you.

“Like what you see, Mr. O’Hara?” You whispered back in an almost identically sultry voice.

“Muchíssimo.” Miguel answered, hands coming to rest on your waist as his head did the same on your shoulder. A gentle kiss here, a playful nip there.

“In fact, I think you’re the one who has to cover up and never leave the house again.” His sweet words were whispered against your skin, as if he was trying, with all his might, to embed him into you. How could he make sure you knew just how much he loved you, how beautiful he thought you were? Would you ever truly know the way Miguel looked at you? How he saw you in his eyes, what you really were to him?

You laughed, turning to him, cupping his jaw, your whole entire world, in his hands. You kissed his jaw, his cheek, his usual frown (now a gentle smile), before pressing your back to his chest once again. Miguel knew this to be your favourite position – the two of you, holding each other close, as you looked at your son.

For a while, the two of you watched as Gabriel played near the water, collecting seashells and making tiny pools, jumping over each wave and overall, just rediscovered the beauty of the beach. And you were smitten.

“Thank you,” You say, placing your hand on top of his.

“What for?” Was the reply Miguel gave you.

“For taking the day off. For being with us today.”

You could feel Miguel’s smile as you continued to speak.

“I know that things have been a bit hectic in the Spider-Society, and that you’re a busy man; but it means a lot to me that you’re spending time with us. Gabriel thinks it too. He couldn’t shut up about how ‘Papa was taking him to the beach’.”

It was true. All of it. Miguel was a busy man, but he always did his best to be around you, to be around his family and be the best father he possibly could. Even if he was tired and in the brink of exhaustion, he would always spare some time to read Gabriel a bedtime story and hear about your day.

Because Miguel O’Hara had found peace in life, he could allow himself to simply be Miggy, or Papa, as opposed to being Spiderman all the time. Because Miguel O’Hara had found you, he could rest.

How he managed to land such an amazing wife and child, he has no idea. Miguel thinks he must’ve done some really great thing in his past life, like sacrifice himself to save the entire universe, or find a cure to some rare disease. What else could explain how fortunate he was, to marry the woman of his dreams, the woman who filled his days with laughter and love, the one who was always there, who helped and cheered him on every step of the way? And to have a son with her? For her to have given him the honour of making him a father, Miguel is sure he must’ve discovered life in another planet and saved all humankind.

“I’m just glad we can have a good time. I missed hanging out with you both.” He says, hands delicately trailing your hips. “And I most definitely missed seeing you like this.” A wandering finger tugged at your bikini straps once again, and he was rewarded with the most melodious sound in the whole world, your laughter.

What can he say?

He is a lucky man.

“How’s your sandwich, honey?” You asked, looking up to face your son.

Gabriel had gotten hungry, so you gave him one of the tuna sandwiches you packed, along with a juice box. He was sitting on his towel, hat comfortably on his head (Spiderman themed, obviously), while you were lying down on your stomach, silently watching him.

“It’s good! I like the lettuce! It’s gonna make me big and strong like Spiderman, right Mama?” Gabriel O’Hara, ever the Spiderman fan. You nodded to his words.

“Absolutely, honey. You’ll grow up to be just like him if you keep eating your vegetables.”

There was a big chance of him growing up to look like Spiderman, vegetables or not, but you wouldn’t tell him that. Besides, Gabriel was unaware of his father’s secret identity, and you wanted to keep it that way for a long time.

Gabriel kept munching on his snack, and you sighed contentedly, deciding to close your eyes and listen to the sound of the waves hitting the shore. How relaxing it all felt.

Miguel had gone for a swim, and you were waiting for him to come back so you could also eat your sandwich.

So, you settled for watching your little bundle of joy have his lunch.

Just as you’re about to give your eyes some rest (safely assured that your son is okay since he started educating you on the amazing world of sandcastles), you hear Gabriel giggle, and then quickly become quiet.

And then again.

He giggles, and suddenly stops.

You open your eyes, confused as to why your son seems to be acting so weird.

When you look at him, you see him looking behind you and covering his mouth with his hands. What the hell is going on?

But before you can turn around and find out for yourself, you feel a massive weight on top of you.

And not only that –

It’s wet.

Freezing, even.

And that’s when it hits you.

“Miguel!” You shrieked, as your son laughed and laughed and laughed.

“Ah, so comfortable!” Miguel said, adjusting his body so that he wasn’t squeezing you under him, but still pressed his body against yours. “Mijo, have you seen your mother?” He asked comically, pretending to look around.

“Yeah! She’s right there!” Gabriel said with a wide smile, pointing at you.

You wanted to be upset, truly. You’d been lying under the sun for a while, and while your body was scalding hot, his was positively freezing. But anything that got your son to laugh was fine by you, and there was no denying the whole situation was amusing.

“There? Where?” Miguel looked around and scratched his head, appearing truly confused. “I don’t see her. Mi amor? Where are you?”

So you decided to, well, quite literally, flip the situation. You reached your arms up behind you (a rather difficult feat, thanks to the position you were in), and managed to run your fingers along the sides of Miguel’s torso, making him jump in surprise, and roll on to the sand next to you. Sure, he was tall and bulky and strong and somewhat intimidating to the average person. But you were his wife, and you knew Miguel O’Hara to be ticklish in a few spots.

You decide to take advantage of that power, seizing the moment. Miguel is on his back, so you’re quick to tickle him. Soon enough, Gabriel is next to you, the rest of his sandwich carefully folded on top of his towel, and the both of you are tickling the living hell out of your husband.

“Cariño – ah! Ah, mi Cielo, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” He pleaded in between breaths, laughing loudly at the sudden attack. He could push you two away at any moment, but for now, he wanted to play into it. “I won’t do it again, ah – promise!”

Gabriel seemed to beam at his words.

“Then say Gabriel-Man is the strongest! Say I win!” He gleefully remarked.

“Vale, vale, Gabriel-Man is the strongest! I have been defeated! You win, Gabriel-Man!” Miguel fakes a defeated sigh and drops his hand on the sand with his eyes closed.

“Mama! Mama, we win! See? We won; I saved you!” Gabriel practically jumped on top of you, hugging you tightly. You hugged him back just as tight, smothering him with kisses. No place in his face was untouched by your lips – you covered him in affection and were rewarded with the joyful sounds of your son’s laughter.

“Yes, my love, you did save me! Thank you so much!” You smiled and looked at him with all of the adoration in the entire world.

Meanwhile, Miguel had been watching this interaction with heart eyes, completely smitten by the sight before him. How could he possibly want anything other than the two people in front of him? His loving wife and the amazing son you blessed him with. Miguel feels a rush of affection run in his veins and takes a mental picture of the display before him.

He slowly sits up and smiles at Gabriel, who drops the superhero antics and jumps into his father’s arms.

“I saved you too Papa! I did!” Miguel smiles and holds Gabriel close to him with one arm, using his free one to pull you onto his lap.

“You sure did, mijo.” He looks at you, stars in his eyes, hoping to convey just a fraction of the devotion he feels towards you and Gabriel.

He meets your beautiful eyes and – Fuck. You’re gorgeous. You’re so gorgeous, and you’re his, and he’s so, so lucky to have you.

You wrap your arms around the both of them – your husband and your son, the two lights that shine as one, the lights that serve as guidance in everything you do.

“Enjoying beach day so far?” You question him as you place your lips dangerously close to his.

“Mhm.” Your husband smiles, and you swear you could get lost in this beautiful smile at him. The smile he flashes you when he’s completely there, with you, with no burdens and responsibilities, the one he gives you when he is utterly happy, the one you love waking up to. “In fact, I think we should do this more often.”

You giggle – a the most beautiful sound, in Miguel’s humble opinion – and finally kiss him, hand cupping his jaw. You taste of salt and home, and Miguel wishes he could freeze not only this day, but this particular moment in time. He kisses you softly, savouring the unspoken promises between the two of you, the ones that promise you are not going anywhere. When you pull away for air, he rests his forehead against yours.

Gabriel quickly joined you both, attempting to do the same thing and resting his forehead against his parents’.

A smile graced your lips. You wouldn’t trade this moment for anything.

“Yeah,” You say, “We should.”

A/N: I love this man omg. I just know he'd be super playful when it's just him and his family, he'd come out of the water all wet and be like "Who wants a hug?" to his s/o, even though they're absolutely dry. My delusions are getting the best of me, I swear.

Spanish Translations

No les hagas caso - Don't mind them Mis ojos solo te ven a ti - I only have eyes for you Mi amor - My love Qué? - What? Princesa - Princess Mierda - Shit Te ves deliciosa - You look delicious ¿Todo esto es para mí? - All this for me? Muchíssimo - Very much Mijo - My son (It's short for "mi hijo", sort of a sweet nickname used by parents) Cariño - My dear (Another endearement term used for a significant other) Mi Cielo - My sky Vale, vale - Fine, fine

[somebluemelodies]

DAY SIX OF SPIDERBIT THEME WEEK STARTED BY @anonymous-dentist! :D SELECTED THEMES: HYBRIDS & CUDDLING ladies gentlemen and everyone in between WE GOT A TWO-FOR-ONE LETS GOOOO

Roier tries to be sneaky, Cellbit will give him that. And sure, he is sneaky! Against other people. Humans.

And, well, Cellbit is decidedly not human. Not one-hundred percent, at least. In other words: he hears Roier coming sneaking up the stairs to the bedroom long before a normal person would, ears tuned into the sound as he reads.

But he decides to let his husband have his fun, not looking up from his book and playing the oblivious game. Red appears in his peripheral.

“Gatinho!”

And then there’s a spider-hybrid strewn across his legs.

The investigator doesn’t look away from his book, but there’s a contented smile on his face. “Oi, guapito.”

Roier adjusts so he’s between Cellbit’s legs instead. The latter keeps reading, not needing to see the former’s face to know he’s starting to pout.

He’s patient, though, giving it a good while to wait and see if the cat-hybrid makes any move to put the book away. He doesn’t.

(He knows exactly what he’s doing.)

“Cellbo,” Roier whines.

Cellbit chuckles to himself. “Que?”

“Pinche pendejo— you know exactly what the fuck you’re doing, man!”

“Yeah?”

He feels two arms wrap around his torso, and another two pull the book from his hands indignantly. Six eyes stare up at him; two browns, and four extras laced with a beautiful ruby red.

Roier seems to contemplate, and Cellbit knows he’s considering throwing the book far away, but the spider-hybrid decides against it, merely tossing it onto the nightstand to their right, out of reach.

Hands free once more, he settles them on Cellbit’s chest, resting his chin on them and looking up at him, blinking in faux innocence.

The investigator laughs again, fond, gently cupping his husband’s face and stroking his cheeks. His tail flicks happily, curling somewhere around Roier’s leg as it always does.

It falls silent for a short while, the two basking in their silent admirations. In front of them, the sun has started sinking below the horizon, painting the whole bedroom with yellows and oranges and blanketing them in a comforting warmth.

The light catches Cellbit’s already-piercing eyes, casting his face in a golden glow, and for a moment, the spider-hybrid is left truly breathless, heart thumping in his chest.

(Is this what it feels like to fall in love all over again?)

He finally moves one of his arms, reaching up to the cat-hybrid’s head. Finding the right spot behind the base of Cellbit’s right ear, he scratches gently.

Immediately, Cellbit’s eyes flutter shut, hands dropping from Roier’s face so his arms can wrap around him instead. He subconsciously tilts back into the touch, and his husband hears the telltale begins of a purr rumble from his chest.

They stay like that a while, until Roier pulls his hand back but the purring persists, and he takes the opportunity to wrap his arms around Cellbit’s chest, above his extra pair. His head settles against the investigator’s chest, and he feels Cellbit hold him tighter in turn.

The bedroom gets progressively darker, but the warmth stays, settling into their bones as they feel sleep on the verge of taking over.

Only then does Roier pull Cellbit to lay down completely, and his husband complies immediately. They shift to be under the blanket and onto their sides, still facing each other, holding right back onto each other.

They become a web of tangled limbs, then, and pieces puzzle into place like routine clockwork. Roier tosses his leg over Cellbit’s and feels something soft curl around his in return. The spider-hybrid feels hands curl into the fabric of his shirt, tight but not desperate, keeping him pressed close.

(They physically can’t get any closer to each other, not with their tangled legs and three total pairs of arms wrapped securely around each other.)

(But they’ll try anyway.)

He presses his own face right back against the cat-hybrid’s chest. The purring is louder now, even as they’re clearly drifting off and can barely murmur te amo to each other in goodnight. But it’s not distracting. It’s… comforting.

It’s home.

This is home.

[fangirleaconmigo]

I Can't Believe It's Not Fanon

Otherwise known as...

Witcher facts that sound like Geraskier fic writers made them up, but that are, in fact, book canon.

I have gotten two asks now about Jaskier and Ciri’s relationship. So let's goooo. For this installment of Canon or Fanon, I am answering the question:

Jaskier and Ciri's Friendship, Canon or Fanon?

In Geraskier fanfics, Jaskier is (obviously) Geralt’s romantic partner. So, whenever the fic also includes Ciri, Jaskier and Ciri often have a sweet found family vibe of their own. They almost always get along famously!

But in TWN S2 when they finally meet, Ciri isn’t interested in speaking to him, and brushes him off. (Not saying they can’t or won't become friends in TWN, but we haven’t seen it yet)

So, I’ve been asked whether their good relationship is pure fanon? Or is it book canon as well?

Well.

In the books, Jaskier and Ciri have a very sweet relationship. He seems to 'get' her and they get up to a bit of mischief together. 

Ciri also teases him, suggesting a comfortable, affectionate relationship. 

Most impressively, Yen and Geralt ask him to babysit Ciri when they have other things to do, which demonstrates that they place the highest trust humanly possibly in him. 

Dandelion is inarguably part of Ciri’s found family and a big part of his motivation in the final three books are his feelings of responsibility for her.

In fact, Dandelion’s concern for Ciri and his feelings of responsibility for her actually lead to one of the most emotional, touching scenes between Geralt and Dandelion. It is a rare scene where Dandelion is incredibly vulnerable, and when I read it I want to chew glass.

I feel like because it is a bit more subtle, not everyone pics up on it. But as usual, you don't have to take my word for it. I have pulled book quotes to support each of these claims. So, read on!

(Obviously, there are book spoilers. I try to vague up everything plot related and leave out major spoilers, but there are still mild and moderate spoilers. In fact, I think this may be my most spoilery one by necessity. But I try really really hard but I cannot guarantee anything.)

When Dandelion and Ciri meet, he instantly ‘gets’ her. 

The first time Dandelion and Ciri meet, it is in Time of Contempt. Geralt and Dandelion are staying at a friend’s house together, and Ciri is supposed to be on her way to Aretuza with Yen. However, Ciri and Yennefer show up there instead.

Geralt and Yen are broken up, so the reunion scene feels very much like divorced exes co-parenting. It is awkward. Ciri is standing physically between Geralt and Yen, feeling pressure about which one to walk towards. Dandelion watches the scene carefully.

“Who will the girl choose?” wondered Dandelion.

So, he sees right away that Ciri is in a very delicate position, and no matter what she does, it will show favoritism to one of her parents. Ciri comes up with an inventive, if theatrical solution.

Ciri did not walk to either of them. She was unable to decide. Instead of moving, she fainted.

Time of Contempt p101

So, Dandelion understands that she is in a difficult position. He also recognizes a performance when he sees one.

The next day, Geralt and Yen are outside in an orchard having a conversation. Ciri wakes up and goes outside to eavesdrop on them. She is caught in the act.

Ciri had imagined that Dandelion, the famous poet whose work she had read countless times, was asleep. She was wrong. The poet Dandelion wasn’t asleep. And he caught her in the act.

Lol. Imagine you have spent hours and hours over the course of your short life reading this famous man’s poetry, and he catches you being nosy.

“Hey,” he said, coming up unexpectedly and chuckling. “Is it polite to eavesdrop and spy on people? More discretion, little one. Let them be together for a while.”

Ciri blushed, but then immediately narrowed her lips.

Dandelion chuckles, because, well, we know that Dandelion LOVES eavesdropping and spying on people. Where else would he get all his gossip? So it is an affectionate, gentle statement. Then, Dandelion lets her know that he recognized that the faint was fake, even though Geralt didn’t realize it.

That was very cunning what you did yesterday, but you didn’t fool me. You pretended to faint, didn’t you?”

Yes I did,” she muttered, turning her face away.

And then, since as I said, spying is actually very much Dandelion’s thing, he joins her. They sit under an apple tree and eavesdrop on Geralt and Yen together. Ciri describes Yen and Geralt’s body language to Dandelion, then, in his expert capacity as a poet, he ‘translates’ it for her.

It is such an adorable scene. It also very much fits the popular “Dandelion and Ciri do mischief together” fanon. 

I’m going to screenshot the whole thing because it is too long to type out, but here it is in case anyone wants to read it here. And if you can’t read it on here, it takes place on pages 101-103 in Time of Contempt. I found it in pdf form online and I’ll put the link in the replies.

So, after this sweet beginning, they develop a relationship that is comfortable and affectionate. And perhaps most significantly, Geralt and Yen leave Ciri in his care. There is truly no higher trust, and it very much indicates that he is part of the family.

First, Geralt, Yennefer, Dandelion, and Ciri tride together to Aretuza/Thanned. The journey is not ‘on the page’ but we know they make that trip together as a group of four. Those kinds of missing scenes are ripe for fics. We want to see them spending time together being just relaxed. But we don’t see it here.

But we do read that before they get to Thanned, they stop in Loxia where: 

Geralt whiled away the day talking to Ciri. Dandelion ran around collecting and spreading gossip, and the enchantress measured and chose clothes.

p108

Then the evening comes and Geralt and Yen go to a banquet on Thanned, leaving Ciri with Dandelion. 

Dandelion Babysits Ciri 

The babysitting scenes don’t show them interacting, but it is still lovely. It ‘fast forwards’ to night time, and Ciri is having her usual dreams. As she wakes up and drifts back to sleep, the sounds of Dandelion singing, comforts her back to sleep.

The first time, the sounds are more celebratory:

“Now, vainly trying to recall the dream, she could only hear the soft sounds of lute and flute, the jingling of tambourine, singing, and laughter. Dandelion and the group of minstrels he had chanced upon continued to have the time of their lives in the chamber at the end of the corridor.

Time of Contempt p153 

The second time is more soothing:

“Dandelion’s soft mournful singing and the music he raised from the lute’s strings murmuring like a stream flowing over pebbles, drifted to her from the chamber at the end of the corridor...Ciri listened carefully to the words. 

p154

Then, there are noises in her room. Something is afoot. Ciri tries to reach for her sword. But Yen has given it to Dandelion for safekeeping.

She didn’t have a sword any more; Yennefer had taken it from her, giving it to Dandelion for safekeeping. The poet must have gone to sleep, and it was silent in Loxia. Ciri was already wondering whether to go and wake him...

Time of Contempt p 159

Unlike in TWN so far, Yen already sees herself as Ciri’s mother. She is intensely protective, on high alert, and VERY VERY determined to keep Ciri safe. So, she has taken Ciri’s sword, and given it to Dandelion for safekeeping. This is more indication of her trust in Dandelion which is high praise. There is nothing more important to her than Ciri, nothing. 

The noise in Ciri’s room turns out to actually be Yen, taking her from her room via magical portal. But shit has hit the fan back at Aretuza and she understandably does not stop to wake Dandelion and tell him that she is taking Ciri, or why.

So, since Dandelion is staying down the hall, he doesn’t hear anything. It is only when he awakens some time later that he finds Ciri gone. He doesn’t know who took her and he doesn’t know why. So, he sprints to Aretuza to tell Geralt. 

Dandelion arrived on the steps out of breath, saw what was happening and went white as a ghost.

“Geralt!” he yelled a moment later. “Ciri’s disappeared! She isn’t here!”

“I expected as much,” answered the witcher...”but you really make a body wait, Dandelion. I told you yesterday to leg it to Aretuza if anything happened!...”

Time of Contempt p172

So, it is important to explain here that Geralt doesn’t trust Yen with Ciri yet. Yen is completely trustworthy because she loves Ciri, but he doesn’t ‘get’ that yet. That whole chapter we are in his head, so we know that he is asking himself whether Yen is lying to him, he is saying to himself that Yen is hiding something, and he is questioning whether Yen is loyal to Ciri.

So Geralt is anguished now. He assumes it was Yen who took her, but he doesn’t know whether it was to protect her or to throw her to the wolves. And saying to Dandelion ‘what took you so long’ plays into the next part of Dandelion’s motivations in the story.

So fast forward to a few weeks later. During the whole thing on Thanned, Geralt and Dandelion are separated. Geralt is injured. And then he is taken to Brokilon for healing. Dandelion then makes the terrifying journey into Brokilon to check on his friend. And of course, Geralt is in complete anguish. He is injured. He doesn’t know where Yen is, where Ciri is, and whether Yen is helping Ciri or harming her.

In these scenes in Brokilon is where we fully see the extent of Dandelion’s guilt about Ciri. 

He feels so guilty about  that he dreams/hallucinates a dryad telling him Geralt’s misfortune is all his fault. 

“...It’s obvious you had a hand in it. It’s obvious you are his friend. And if someone has friends, and he loses everything in spite of that, it’s obvious the friends are to blame for what they did, or for what they didn’t do.”

“What could I have done?” he whispered. “What could I have done?”

“I don’t know,” answered the dryad. 

“I didn’t tell him everything...” 

“I know.”

“I’m not guilty of anything.”

“Yes, you are.”

“No! I’m not--”

So, since this is a dream, the dryad is the part of Dandelion who blames himself. And he believes he is at fault because friends don’t let friends lose everyone they love.

This is the inherent tragedy of fantasy stories where non-powered humans are friends with super powered mutants and mages. They worship the ground their super powered friends walk on. They want everything to turn out ok. But they can’t actually do anything to save them. They can only love them. Geralt actually desperately needs that more than anything else, and it is why he values Dandelion, but Dandelion can’t see the value in what he offers him. He just feels useless.

So while he is yelling in his dream, he is actually yelling this out loud and he wakes himself up.

He jumped to his feet, making the branches of his makeshift bed creak. Geralt sat beside him, rubbing his face. He smelled of soap.

“Aren’t you?” he asked coolly. “I wonder what else you dreamed about. That you’re a frog? Calm down. You aren’t. Did you dream that you’re a chump? Well that dream might be prophetic.”

Time of Contempt p238

That is the witcher saga. Combining humor (Geralt’s sarcasm here) and friendship (teasing someone like this is a sign of comfort and affection with them) with extreme pain (Geralt’s grief and Dandelion’s guilt and shame).

It is really heartbreaking! Because how could Dandelion have known, and what could he have done if he did know? He isn’t Ciri’s babysitter because he has any magical powers or combat abilities. He is Ciri’s babysitter because Geralt knows that he loves Ciri and would never turn her over to any of these people pursuing her. He is Ciri’s babysitter because he is Geralt’s one port in the storm. He is the one person Geralt knows that he can trust outside of Kaer Morhen, to not give a fuck about political power or using Ciri as a pawn. (Geralt can trust Yen too, but he doesn’t know that yet. And he eventually trusts other people, but we are talking at this point in the story).

And actually to give credit where credit is due, TWN did include this dynamic by having Geralt ask Jaskier to escort Ciri to Kaer Morhenin S2. That was the most significant show of Geralt’s trust in Jaskier that TWN has shown, and it is very true to the characters and Jaskier’s role in the story. 

But anyway, back to Brokilon. In Dandelion’s dream when he says he didn’t tell Geralt everything, that is in reference to some distressing gossip about Ciri’s whereabouts. Geralt has asked for all the gossip about the war. And as much as he grouses about Dandelion’s loose lips, he often depends on his gossip. However, Dandelion has hesitated in telling him that gossip about Ciri. He is trying to protect Geralt from bad news, and I think he feels so guilty that it’s hard for him to say out loud the kind of danger Ciri might be in.

But he decides to tell Geralt, and he decides to accompany him wherever he may go to look for Ciri. Geralt finds this out when he goes to say goodbye. What Dandelion says to him, and how Geralt reponds just squeezes my heart to bits.

“Farewell, Dandelion.”

“Geralt...Listen to me--”

“Listen to what?” shouted the witcher before his voice suddenly faltered. “I can’t just leave---I can’t just leave her to her fate. She’s completely alone....she cannot be alone, Dandelion.You’ll never understand that. No one will ever understand that, but I know. If she remains alone, the same thing will happen to her as once happened to me...You’ll never understand that...”

Oh god that rips my heart out. Geralt’s voice is faltering. His love for Ciri. The way he identifies with her. The way he wants to save her from the pain he has gone through in life. How passionately and emotionally he speaks about her. Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. That is it for me. That’s the good shit.

But Dandelion tells him that he does understand, and that Geralt isn’t going to do this alone. He replies:

“I do understand. Which is why I’m coming with you.”

Dandelion doesn’t understand what Geralt or Ciri are going through. But he does understand how important Ciri is and that she cannot be alone. Geralt questions the wisdom of this decision.

“You’re insane, do you know where I’m headed?”

And Dandelion’s answer might be the most vulnerable and emotional we see him at any point in the books. (one of them at least) Dandelion always uses humor to deflect. He always uses his arrogance to defend himself against vulnerability. It is so rare that he stammers. It is so rare that he reveals his doubts and weaknesses. But that is exactly what he does here.

“Yes I do. Geralt, I--I haven’t told you everything. I’m...I feel guilty; I didn’t do anything. I didn’t know what to do. But now I do. I want to be by your side.”

Dear god, that gets me. When you get the character who is always funny and conceited and charming just breaking down like that, it gets me. To have the character who is allergic to responsibility and commitment making one here. Holding himself responsible for another person. And to have him just outright say “I want to be by your side.” Gahh;aksd THE FEELINGS IN THIS SCENE. The Gerlion of it. The found family of it.

And all of this is because Dandelion feels responsible for Ciri. He feels guilty that he couldn’t protect her. He understands her importance to Geralt’s mushy heart.

And here is how Geralt responds.

The witcher stood thinking for a long time, his arms hanging limply at his sides.

“Get on your horse,” he finally said, voice sounding different. “You can tell me on the way.”

Time of Contempt p237-241

So, Geralt doesn’t actually argue at all. He just accepts Dandelion’s help. It speaks to how vulnerable and grief stricken he is at this moment. He is so touched. He is so grateful to not be doing this all by himself. (And that is a theme as we go along in the next book. He knows that helping him is dangerous. He doesn’t want anyone he loves to get hurt. Also, he doesn’t think he deserves help. But when people insist on helping him, it means the world to him.)

Now, since the topic at hand is Jaskier and Ciri’s relationship, to connect that dot, I am going to fast forward to the scene in the final book where Dandelion and Ciri are reunited. So far we have seen that Dandelion feels responsible for her, that he understands how important she is, and that he joins Geralt on his quest to help her. 

When Dandelion and Ciri are reunited, we see their affection for each other, and we get a bit more of their time just spent together. We see her tease him about his name, and about his approach to dating. I love that and I’d like it injected directly into my veins pls.

But first, we see that Dandelion loves her. When he and Geralt had split up earlier, Dandelion made Geralt promise to bring Ciri back to Touissant to see him. 

“And I want to hug Ciri. Do you promise, Geralt?”

“I promise.”

Lady of the Lake

P145

Ugh love that.

So in the reunion scene, Geralt is dutifully returning Ciri to Dandelion for that hug. However, when they get there to Toussaint where Dandelion is staying (he is with the Duchess so he is living there), they come upon a scene where Dandelion is seemingly about to be hanged on the gallows. It is a hilarious scene in one sense, because Dandelion is being hilarious and making a scene, and of course he would be charged with harlotry. 

In another sense, it is a sad scene because Geralt doesn’t know this is just something they do, (whenever Dandelion cheats on the Duchess, she sends him to the gallows, then pardons him). Geralt has suffered so much loss and his grief and his exhaustion and pain is palpable. Ciri is also really upset and begs him to do something to help Dandelion. He doesn’t know what to do.

Then Dandelion is spared and Geralt shouts at him to jump onto Roach. So, like many times before, Dandelion jumps onto Roach behind him, and Geralt carries him away to safety. Once they are away from the scene, Ciri greets Dandelion with tears in her eyes. 

Ciri reigned back Kelpie and waited for them. When they caught up she looked at Dandelion, and wiped away a tear. 

“Oh you...”she said. “You Pancratts.”

The joke with the misspelled last name is that Ciri has just found out his real name when the executioner called it out. 

“...it is known, that Julian Alfred Pankratz, Viscount de Lettenhove, alias Dandelion--”

“Pancratts what?” Ciri whispered a question.

p470

So just like the witcher saga, there is heartbreak and hilarity all in the same scene. And having Ciri find out Dandelion’s true name in such a funny way makes her just like her father. It is a running joke.

Then we see Ciri and Geralt joining forces to pick on Dandelion. 

As they leave the gallows behind, Dandelion is rambling on about how his lover will surely forgive him his indiscretion, seeing as monogamy is totally unnatural, and the Duchess is so sweet and understanding that she will see this.

Geralt and Ciri are just listening to him shaking their heads.

“You’re hopelessly stupid,” stated Geralt, and Ciri confirmed she thought the same with an energetic nod of her head.”

Lady of the Lake p 476

That is so cute to me. Geralt and Ciri picking on Dandelion together.

Then the three of them (Geralt, Ciri, and Dandelion) ride together as a little squad to Rivia. They ride together for about a month, but it isn’t ‘on the page’. You just know that they do because the book tells you how much time has passed. 

Their rides together (the four of them earlier and the three of them now) are the kinds of ‘missing scenes’ you get in fics, which are more concerned with relationships and characters than plot. But in the books, you don’t really get that post Kaer Morhen. Everyone is just on the run on the time. Hell, that’s even true for the co-parents. You can count the number of passages where Geralt, Yen, and Ciri are together in the same scene on one hand. Ciri spends much of the latter books on the run by herself, so unfortunately, we don’t get much of it.

And that is even more true of Dandelion and Ciri, given that Dandelion is a secondary character. However, what we do get is very touching and sweet.

Dandelion is inarguably part of Ciri’s found family. He loves her and feels responsible for her. And their dynamic is very playful and mischievous. They pick on each other and care about each other. 

That is the best thing about the witcher saga. The found family. The ragtag group of assembled outcasts loving each other come what may. And though their relationship doesn’t have much ‘on the page’ time, it is extremely sweet.

[my-soupy-brain]

sometimes I start shivering when I’m feeling panicky/overwhelmed and ted would be soooo comforting??? thinking about him holding me to his bare chest so I can hear his heart, all snuggled up nicely in his warm embrace

I could use this. And I totally understand - that happens to me, too. He'd be so comforting. So patient. Let's goooo!

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Relationship: Ted Lasso x reader

Warnings: Anxiety, all comfort

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It was the end of the night, laying in bed when the anxiety hit.

Like usual, it was a freight train of dread.

Work was going to be busy tomorrow. Your schedule is jam packed with meetings. You've not been feeling the best, so oh no, are you getting sick now?! You have a charity event with Ted this weekend. You can't possibly be getting sick!

Did the bills get paid this week?

Down, down, down your thoughts go. Spiraling. Overwhelmed. Anxious. Panic.

You set your phone down and take a deep breath in and out, trying to steady yourself. Ted's nose-deep in a book.

Another deep breath.

When you open your eyes, Ted's deep hazel eyes are on you.

"What's the matter darlin'?"

You shake your head. "It's nothing, really. I didn't mean to disturb you."

Ted can see you're doing what you always do, trying to battle your anxiety on your own. You never leave him hanging, and refuses to do the same.

His long fingers find your hand and he holds it tight, tugging you toward him. "C'mere, sweetpea."

He drags you to his bare chest, letting your ear rest over his heartbeat. Your body trembles with the weight of the panic settling in your bones.

His arms tighten around you, so warm and protective. You feel his lips grace a kiss on the top of your head, his one hand rubbing up and down your back.

"It's OK, darlin'. You're OK. You're safe," he murmurs with his husky voice and deep drawl. "You wanna tell me what's gotcha worked up?"

You take another deep breath, and he takes one with you. The rise and falls of his warm, masculine chest feels soothing to you. Another breath. Another beat.

"Work. Schedule. Did I pay the bills this week?"

Ted smiles. "We did pay the bills this week, they're all taken care of. Work is gonna be hard tomorrow, but you know what? If there are meetings you can avoid, let your team know you need a minute."

You nod against his chest, his hand still rubbing your back and his other hand holding yours.

"I think I'm getting sick. I don't want to be sick for this weekend!"

He tries to avoid a chuckle, knowing you're worrying in advance.

"Well honeybunch, if you are, then we stay home. It's OK. It's not the last charity event we'll attend," he says softly, kissing your head again.

"I don't wanna make you..."

He stops you. "If you go, I go. If you don't go, I don't go. It's real simple. I'd rather be home takin' care of you than in a three-piece itchy suit for four hours."

You smile and giggle a little.

"You're the coach, can't you go in sweatpants and a t-shirt?"

He smiles, hearing your voice calmer, less shaky.

"I 'spose I could do whatever I damn well please when you put it like that," he answers. "Maybe we can coordinate our sweatpants sometime."

You smile and look up at him, his eyes beaming at you and his lips curled in a smile under his mustache.

"There she is," he whispers.

You close your eyes and inhale deep, and Ted joins you. You exhale a count of four, and he joins you again. His chest rising under your cheek.

"Thank you, sweetheart," you whisper, looking up at him. He leans forward and kisses your lips gently, his arms squeezing around you.

"Don't thank me for lovin' ya. That's easy as pie," he whispers to your ear, kissing your cheek. "You feelin' better?"

You nod and smile, gazing into his eyes. "I am."

"Good."

"You can go back to your book if you want, I'll be OK."

Ted shakes his head. "You kiddin'? I'd much rather snuggle up with this beauty in my arms than read any ol' book."

When he leans in to kiss your lips again, you know he's right.

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Ted is such an ultimate comfort. All hugs and cuddles, all the time. Hope you're feeling better, friend. Thanks for this prompt!

[helpallthenamesaretakenblog]

MY THOUGHTS ON THE SECOND EPISODE LETS GOOOO *extreme spoiler alerts read at your risk*

YOU DROOL WHEN YOU SLEEP YOU DROOL WHEN YOU SLEEP

Not Percy turning his back on grover so grover can’t see the tear falling from his face

”IM GONNA GO FIND MY DAD” help the door slam

MR D SLAYED

Grover yelling “wait wait wait wait” it was really giving “help, my rogue wild best friend is on the loose”

The whole Mr,D scene was foul and evil but hilarious i loved it

Chiron’s face when “My father wont talk to me unless i bring him a drink:’(“ PRICELESS

Chiron said something about the “god’s design” JOE TRACZ ARE YOU TRYING TO MAKE ME START SINGING…well it’s working

Percy immediately stopping chiron when he calls everyone’s attention,,, Walker exceeded expectations and more

How defensive Percy gets when luke tries to talk to him

The actor for Luke really killed it with the acting

I love the establishment of chris from the start he just poofed into botl out of nowhere and rick expected us to feel something about him

I love the whole new “kleos” concept, it gives so much more depth to these characters than before

THE WHOLE MONTAGE OF PERCY TRYING TO FIND WHAT HE’S GOOD AT

Whos this dude where’s beckendorf give me beckendorf

DIOR GOODJOHN LIKE OMGGGG SHE’S SO GOOD

“They like the smell of begging”

“You’re going to have to sit down….I think ive made some friends…real friends….and i think they might actually like me…imagine that” STOP THESE WRITERS KNEW HOW TO DIG THE KNIFE IN DEEPER DON’T THEY (also, this implies percy’s never had real friends which is killing me)

That whole scene

also the fact that he’s angry at grover and doesn’t like annabeth that much yet so he’s talking about luke and chris, even though luke and chris are the traitors and annabeth and grover are his actual real friends stop

THE NUMBER OF THOUGHT PROCESSES THAT WENT THROUGH MY HEAD WHEN THAT TREE STONE LADY CAME TO GROVER. MY MIND WAS JUST LIKE THALIA?????? GROVER’S MOM?????

”are you stalking me” “yes” “okay…why?” i love them

ONLY THREE WORDS: LEAH SAVA JEFFRIES I LOVE HER SO MUCH..OKAY THAT WAS EIGHT WORDS BUT WHATEVER SHE IS SO ANNABETH I LOVE IT

“Today feels like a winning day to you?”

Not percy flossing

LEAH SAVA JEFFRIES, LEAH SAVA JEFFRIES

That calculating look was nailed down to the t

the claiming scene was so aesthetic

The pacing is so fast i wish it were a bit slower. It was just “claiming” and then “PERCY THERES GONNA BE A WAR FOR THE MASTER BOLT AND YOU HAVE TO RETRIEV—“

Also, I liked it in the books where percy is sitting in the campfire and they were all singing and percy finally feels at home with the campers. In this episode he was kinda only attached to luke and chris and wasnt interacting with anyone else

Hopefully theyll show that next episode.

“YOU’RE POSEIDON’S SON” “IM SALLY JACKSON’S SON” The world was never the same after that i could hear the tumblr girlies screaming from home

[natalchartnurtures]

big three of Amy Santiago ;)

"Stop clapping, you idiots! We gotta move, move, move!"

Soooo... let's look into Amy's big three, shall we?

Aries Sun:

AMY SANTIAGOOO! Let's goooo! So, first things first—there's an underlying, undeniable fire in Amy's persona. It's a fire that fuels her at her core, which immediately pointed me to look for fire suns for Amy. But what made me choose Aries was her childlike persona and how accepting she is of Jake's manchild-like vibe, lmao. Also, Amy has a KILLER sense of humor herself. She does have a pretty distinct badass side too, and it really came out in that one Halloween heist episode (Season 3) when neither Holt nor Jake wanted her on their teams, and SHE decides to win it all by herself as a way to stand up for herself. Boy, was that one of my ABSOLUTE favorite Amy moments. Gosh, happy tears. And by the way, Amy survived a household with 7 brothers and came out of that as a competitive baddie, which truly is Aries behavior if I do say so myself. Hehe.

Virgo Moon:

Think of some adjectives and/or phrases that pop into your head when you think of Amy? Nerd. An absolute freak for organizing. Perfectionistic. Intelligent. Great analyzing skills. Teacher's pet. Yeah, alllll that? That's Virgo behavior, in my experience at least. So, yeah, it makes a lot of sense for a girl to be a Virgo moon. She's awkward, straight-laced, and hygiene-loving. What a queen.

Capricorn Rising:

It's a no-brainer that Amy is hardworking to her bone. She is professional, and boy does she rock those suits on the show?! It's also plenty evident on the show that she has a strong work ethic, which screams Cappie energy to me. On the surface level, Amy has an uptight and by-the-book demeanor and an unwavering commitment to her job. All things that make it obvious for her to be a Capricorn rising.

"Cruise itineraries, hot out of the laminator. Who's ready for some nonstop totally scheduled fun?"

[booksandpaperss]

for the oc ask thing can you do 2, 11, and 16 pls🙏 any or all three idc i need to know things about her so bad

hey nyx! absolutely and I’d love to tell you about her so let’s goooo

How loosely or strictly do they use the word ‘friend’?

Hardly ever I’m gonna be so real. Tessa is… very Insecure and she’s also really angry about the fact that she’s insecure so she doesn’t really like to verbally acknowledge that she feels close to someone, instead showing that she cares with actions, and she doesn’t always do the greatest job with that either. There’s also only a few people she’s close to and she has pretty unique relationships with them that can’t really be properly labeled with just one word. I think the only time she’s referred to someone as her friend out loud was when Sophia outright asked her if she considered them friends, and Tessa answered honestly that yes she did bc she’s really gay for her 🙏

If someone was impersonating them what would friends/family ask or do to tell the difference? This one def made me have to think bc it’s so specific and once again, Tessa isn’t close to a lot of people and even the people who care about her don’t really understand her until it’s too late. With that being said I think Terra and Nami (basically her found family) would do something that they’d know annoys her and then observe the reaction, and Sophia would just look at Tessa with her big brown eyes and just Know whether it’s her or not bc she’s just like that. I’m actually so sure Sophia would be able to tell it was an imposter as soon as they spoke like one word lol

What kind of people do they have arguments with in their head?

This is a funny one to me bc Tessa canonically starts hearing VoicesTM in her head like midway through book one and they get progressively louder and worse, it’s a whole thing. So like, the voices. She has arguments with the ancient inhuman voices in her head. lol.

Anyways thx so much for asking bestie! I hope these made sense bc you picked fun ones 🙏

OC ask game!

[riddle-me-ri]

oohhh I was tagged by the amazing and sweet @finniestoncrane let's goooo

Three Ships:

- Canon character x OCs and/or self inserts(be happy)

- Harlivy (Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy)

- Snowby (Snow White and Bigby Wolf from Fables even though I also want bigby rip)

First Ship:

I genuinely can't think of the very first one...I just sorta went with what was canon not some much fandom lol.

Last Song:

I've been super into this artist/band called Valley of Wolves and the last song I heard was by them called That's Entertainment

Last Movie:

Actually the last movie I saw was Lake Mungo with Finnie and March 💚

Currently Reading:

you mean other than my other writing I'm heavily criticizing?? Uhh...a bunch of anatomy and storyboarding books-- tryna gain that knowledge

Currently Watching:

Does YouTube videos count? I've got horror game playthroughs I've already watched from certain YouTubers on loop lately for some reason...

No Pressure Tagging (don't feel obligated to do this if you don't want it's for fun!): @letshaveadepressionparty , @lonleydweller , @lovesick-on-the-loose , @fallingpapersnow , @callsigncrash

[blackmambaboobs]

howdy, it’s me again, the awesome anon who requested the merc nsfw headcanons xD

may I request merc x reader general romantic relationship headcanons now?? :3

Damn, three times now!! Let's goooo!

TF2 Mercs X Gender Neutral Reader Relationship Headcanons:

Scout: -Acts like a big, tough Guy, but is the biggest softie (especially when it comes to you). -Loves to brag about you to the other mercs about how cool and awesome you are!! -Loves to show off and impress you like a Peacock (and he puffs out his chest and has a dopey smile when you compliment him)! -He likes to ramble about his comic books to you! -Gets jealous if someone flirts with you or if you give someone extra attention (he's insecure, please be patient with him). -Loves to show you off and PDA! -Likes to do pranks on the other mercs with you!

Spy: -Like his son, he's also a big softie for you- -He likes to sway to soft music with you when you Guys have time together. -He'll often buy you expensive gifts even if you tell him not to- -He will brag about you, but not to the extent that Scout does. -He's not a huge fan of PDA (as he'd rather keep those things private), but he does give you affection in small ways, EX: Kissing your hand, having a hand on your waist, ETC. -He's a big romantic and will often take you out on expensive, lovey-dovey dates.

Soldier: -He's a big Dummy, but he's your Dummy- -He yells compliments at you throughout the day and especially on the battlefield (which alerts enemies to you both). -He likes to give you random flowers he finds. -While he's not the most romantic Guy, you can tell he loves you! -Loves to brag about you to the other mercs! -Loves PDA and will smother you in kisses if you're not careful!

Sniper: -He's awkward at the start of your relationship, NGL. He's never really had anyone stick around until you came along. -He's extremely touch starved but he doesn't wanna be a bother so it's up to you to touch him first and talk to him about boundaries and such. -He gives you gifts that involve bones, pretty rocks, ETC (he's like a Crow, frffrnfrffrg). -He isn't that romantic, but he does like to have dates that involve looking at the night sky or laying in a field with soft music playing from his van.

Pyro: -They're such a Weirdo anyways, but it goes up when they're with you- -They love to hold your hand!! They can't kiss you because they don't like showing their face, so they gently bonk their mask against your head! -Loves PDA and bragging about you to the other mercs (even though they can't understand them)! -Gives you gifts thinking it's a pretty flower or something but it ends up being a Human bone- -Doesn't get jealous unless someone is actually trying to ruin your relationship or something.

Engineer: -The sweetest man?? Hello?? -Like Spy, he'll sway to some soft music with you and give you soft kisses with such a lovey-dovey expression it's hard to not feel loved- -He'll ramble about his sentries to you and even ask for your opinion on some of them (even if you don't know how that stuff works)! -He likes soft PDA, EX: Kiss on the cheek, hugging, ETC. -He brags about you without realizing it and blush like an Idiot when someone points it out. -He doesn't really get jealous, he trusts you! But he does get insecure (please reassure him)- -You often have to remind him to take care of himself (and he loves you so much for it)-

Medic: -He's a huge romantic, like Spy, he takes you on expensive dates, dances to soft music with you, and loves to shower you in affection. -He uses petnames for you so much that you often wonder if he remembers your actual name- -A big fan of PDA!! Even if it's ridiculous, he'll show you affection even if it's in the middle of a battle- -He appreciates it when you remind him to rest, eat and drink water (he often jokes that you're his personal nurse)! -The Doves are your kids (tell me I'm wrong)-

Heavy: -Not the most lovey-dovey person (unlike Medic), but he does love you! -He gives you small gifts (flowers, handmade stuff, ETC) and always puffs up his chest with a large smile when you accept it and are happy with it! -He likes to tell you stories about his family when they were kids, especially when they acted stupid (he loves your laugh)! -He doesn't get jealous, but he does get insecure and worries you might leave him sometimes (please remind him you love him)- -Basically a Gentle Giant when it comes to you.

Demoman: -When not drunk, he's very loving and a Smartass. -Because he struggles with alcohol, knowing you're there for him and still love him despite that makes him hopeful- -He's not the most romantic, but he does take you on dates that he thinks you'll like! -He struggles with jealousy and insecurity so please be patient with him- -He loves PDA and loves to show you off to people! -Loves affection, he's touch starved (please hug him)-

[artistcurrentlyknownasfrogger]

Tag game thingy

Got tagged by @septik-tank for this sorry it took me ages bby i have been STRUGGLING lately but let's goooo

Last song: Heathen Horde by Ensiferum

Favourite colour: Uhhh either blue jeans indigo or the colour of fresh moss or maybe that dark red you see on a Gibson SG

Last movie/show: season 4 of Spongebob Squarepants lmao

Next on my watch list: I'm thinking either Elvira or Tetsuo the Iron Man

Last game: Disco Elysium

Last Book: Will Save the Galaxy for Food by Yahtzee Croshaw

Sweet/savoury/spicy: spicy, literally numb my face

Relationship status: no

Last thing i searched online: devin townsend lightwork

Current obsession: bass guitar and also historic dyes and Gutalax

Greatest flaw: I'm so deep into burnout even I'M concerned about the jokes i make............

Fic I'm reading: don't read fics, bud. I did just start Three Body Problem though (which is fiction but not fan)

Okie gonna pass this on to @f-lorui @yorak-hunt @theashenone @majortomwaits @glimpseofsanity @weevil-online

[vole-mon-amour]

3x12, a mix, part 2.

Friendship unlocked.

She's so right & she should say it.

Okay now... The talk about selling the club, the prediction about becoming a mom... Either she's following Ted or it's the Dutch guy? Or someone completely new? I'm intrigued.

Remember how it all started? Remember how much they all hated Ted, Rebecca included? And now they're THANKING her for the love and devotion and caring. The way Rebecca grew to love football and this team. Crying now. Don't leave me, my fav show.

POST THE ENTIRE BOOK. I want to read it immediately.

Okay, Trent. Okay. x)

The way Ted looks at Trent. Guys. GUYS. :(

Cr— crying again.

They're ruining what I was saying all along, I can feel it. It's fucking hurts. ;_;

CRYYYIIIINGGGGGGG.

Oh no. This hurts. It feels so empty, and after seeing how all of that was being tore down on set... Ughhhh.

;__________; THIS IS NOT OKAY.

GOOD! FOR! THEM!! Hopefully Colin gets to kiss them after a match. <3

I can see Henry isn't thrilled about this commentary & I'm with him on this. That was mean.

<333.

Took only 3 full seasons and Ted about to be leaving back to Kansas. LET'S GOOOO.

You haven't done SHIT. You've been making one step forward and three steps back. You've been regressing so much.

I'm glad you see it. No but for real. Since s1? There has been some development. Since s2? The only development I saw was with Jamie. As soon as it was about Keeley, regress as it is.

I'm glad everyone sees this. It's what Trent deserves. James Lance, the man that you are.

!!! All Roy and Jamie's training? All the nights? All of that development between them? The way Jamie started with "This man refuses to coach me!" and when he gave up, Roy sat next to him and offered to coach Jamie. And ever since, they WERE moving towards better. Yes.

Roy barking and panting this episode... You guys.

Sassy is the second best character on this show EASILY. Second because Jamie is always the best one for me. I missed Sassy. We should've had more of her.

Agreed.

What are you doing in their house? You don't give a single fuck. Piss off and never come back.

[ventiswampwater]

find the word wip game

rules: search your wip(s) for the words given to you and share a sentence, then assign words for the people you tag

@visceravalentines MEG TYSM FOR THIS TAG this was so SO fckn fun. what an electric concept!! I shared more than a sentence for each bc I'm a fiend

my words were mouth, fall, dirt, teeth, and open!! cracking my knuckles like wooooooooo let's GOOOO

MOUTH;

from sacramentum (midnight mass // father paul hill x reader)

What happened to Mary in that cave? Alone, having stripped herself of all other pleasures—nothing but her thoughts and the one book she’d allowed herself. Wandering the seaside and building crucifixes out of sticks and roots, tied together by some stray fishing line. Had she looked down on his face, whittled crudely out of stone, and wished for steadier hands to carve his likeness? How many times had she woken with the sound of the sea in her ears? Perched by the mouth of the cave, watching the sky turn from gray to blue to gold to black?

Did she ever see ships on the horizon? What did she think of them? Had she ever thought of flagging one down? And what was the punishment she’d given herself for that?

When did you stop feeling hungry? You couldn’t survive on tears alone.

FALL;

from dancing in the moonlight (an american werewolf in london // david kessler & jack goodman x reader)

“We could’ve gotten frostbite.” Jack mutters.

“In the worst case scenario, yes, I suppose.” David replies, helping himself to a bagel.

“We almost got trench foot.”

“We did not!” David exclaims, laughing.

“That’s why I said almost, poindexter.” Jack counters. “One more night of wet socks and my toes would’ve fallen off. One by one—” He flicks his index finger three times, making a popping noise with his lips. “And it would’ve been all your fault. Good luck explaining that to my mother when we get back in the states. Oh, sorry Mrs. Goodman, I had Jack trekking through miles upon miles of soggy moorland and now he’s toeless. Those socks you knit him, forget about it. Maybe give it ‘til next Hanukkah and he’ll regrow his toes—oh, wait…”

“You’re ridiculous.” David shakes his head.

“Oh yeah? I’ll remember that when I’m decomposing next to you. Toes gone. Rotting.” Picking up the tongs, Jack wavers above the platter of croissants. “Sure you’ll find me real funny then, you schmuck.”

DIRT;

from sometime after midnight (house of wax // bojangles sinclair x reader)

The dull blue glow from the keypad barely illuminates the ground, but you can make out the unmistakable sign of cherry red fluid leaking onto the dirt. A steady trickle of it drips from the underside of the car—and it's not stopping anytime soon.

Your transmission is fucked.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me.” You exclaim.

TEETH;

from serotonin (house of wax // carly jones x reader)

She pictures her tank top, bloody and tattered, stuffed into a plastic bag labeled with EVIDENCE in bold letters. The prosecutor clicks to the next projection slide and there she is, another picture.

“Who are the women in the photographs? Are they still alive? It’s difficult." The detective on the screen grimaces. "We only have remnants of them. We’ve found teeth…clothes. The trophies they kept of these women will hopefully lead us to discovering their identities. I don’t know how long it’s going to take. But they deserve to have their names given back to them.”

“Carly?”

OPEN;

from a handful of bluebonnets (tcm // thomas hewitt x reader)

He’d been young. Young enough to still show his face, but old enough to know that it was the reason people were staring. He didn’t remember much from that day, just open-mouthed stares and the cow at the county fair with big watery eyes. Black, shining irises eclipsing the thin white sclera, framed with long lashes. She was a regal old thing, standing with her neck held high, ears twitching.

He thought he saw her again once, years later.

Her coat was duller, her head dropping. She’d traded her blue ribbons for slippery red blood, splattered along the wall and running down the grate. You use up all your usefulness on pride and this is where you’re bound to end up.

Maybe she’d been the first one. Spoiled with the heartbreak of a life that never came to be.

tagging @possumteeths, @f1nalboys, @pretty-possum, and aaaaaaa I'm blanking on who else might have wips fdjshjhfdsjhsdf

so!! whoever else wants to do this!!! pls consider urself tagged!!

your words are blood, eyes, sleep, skin, & break 👀👀👀

[giggasnap]

(SPOILERS FOR FIONNA AND CAKE EP 9 AND 10)

live thoughts as I watch the episode

LSP spaghetti guts? Ew

SIMON INSIDE THE FUCKING FRIDGE WHAT THE FUCK???? WHAT??? PENNYWISE HEAD ASS

oh thank God it was a dream. Maybe

oh no. I can already tell cake being magic is gonna fuck everything up

Gary and Marshall wholesome yaoi

Fionna you sound and look insane

MY BABYGIRL THE LICH WHAT ARE YOU PRAYING TO HONEY

SIMON WHY WOULD YOU KICK HIM

The lich is kind of pretty okay I won't even lie. He can be a little pretty. Also this is the most he's ever spoken

AHHH HES SO COOL I KNEW IT I KNEW HE WASNT SATISFIED KILLING EVERYTHING

I love you Mister Lich also what is that weird black box on your chest. Oh no.

HOLY SHIT WHAT. BRO GOT CUBED???? FREE MY MAN!!!!!

Simon I think you might die dude

Aw I remember shermy and beth

Uhm. What. I mean I guess that makes sense for Betty to do but also what. Also I'm still hung up on the lich cubes all around Golbetty can we like address that

Scarab I think you are going to suffer a horrific fate my guy

I was right

CAKE YOU ARE SCARING THE GAYS

"I would still date you if you were a vampire" we know dude we know

SIMON CANNOT DO "ANYTHING" BRO IS STRUGGLING TO MATERIALIZE RIGHT NOW

Shermy Simon is cute

PRISMO!!!!

I just keep wondering where all of this is going

oh fuck the book failed

LSP NOOO

EPSIODE 9 ENDS LIKE THAT WHAT THE FUCK

literally one last episode and then its over. What. I'm scared

Guys. I think we are fucked. I dunno though.

Oooo animation is cool

This is neat but what is actually occuring right now

CHOOSE GOOSE!????

WAIT PAWN SWAN???

"get outta here!" Omg

THE MIDDLE FINGER??? OKAY

Simonshermy maybe we should just go visit BMO and see if he has the crown. That seems more plausible than whatever we're doing here.

WHAT IS GOING ON. WHY ARE YOU PUKING BLUE.

"he's hot" Marshall. There are bigger things to worry about but also valid

Scarab petty as hell but we've known that

aw perry is neat

NO PERRY

"our post office! That was our oldest building" FIONNA stop this I'm going to tear up

"go cake!" "Love you, fi!" GUYS THEYRE ADORABLE

Nova and Casper are obviously Simon and Betty parallels somehow. I feel it.

I knew it. Which will you choose.

Oh my god. Simon is having a realization.

"Nova was obsessed with Casper" "but I thought they were in love" "they were! But it wasn't exactly on equal footing." Oh my god everyone shut up while I cry for three billion years.

Oh no. Simon will do something. What is he going to do Im scared.

Bye ash. Also fuck ash in all universes

Gary. Bruh

MARSHALL NOW IS NOT THE TIME!!!!

Simon please bro don't do anything too extreme I'm scared he'll kill himself high-key

I WILL START SOBBING. NEVER TALK TO ME AGAIN

I don't even know what to say anymore. Fionna and cake about to get vaporized

SIMON FUCKING BANSHEE SCREECHING. THE ONLY THING THAT GETS THIS GUY FIRED UP HIS IS BABIES GETTING MESSED WITH HIS BABIES BEING FINN FIONNA OR MARCELINE

so does this count as a golbetty wish or a Prismo wish

SCARAB WHAT THE FUCK

VAMPIRE WORLD FINN!!!

GIANT BUFF FIONNA LETS GOOOO

Simon getting actual therapy yes